Sunday Special

MC gets a new car. Sudden;y all the women want to car pool with him...
 
the congregation gathers for a service in the park- until a sudden rain burst renders clothes translucent.
 
Church van full of college age kids is taking a shortcut over the Appalachians when the van conks out. No cell reception, long way to anywhere and a major storm blows in trapping them all in the van under blankets.
 
Church van full of college age kids is taking a shortcut over the Appalachians when the van conks out. No cell reception, long way to anywhere and a major storm blows in trapping them all in the van under blankets.
and sperm is warm and full of protein
 
Church van full of college age kids is taking a shortcut over the Appalachians when the van conks out. No cell reception, long way to anywhere and a major storm blows in trapping them all in the van under blankets.
I can hear one of the guys saying to one Of the girls that he knows how to warm her up from the inside.
 
what happens when the church accidentally hires a porn photographer do shoot their annual calendar shot Sunday after the service?
 
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I was obliquely referring to stirring organs as a pun.
all sorts of potential there
maybe no one notices that the reason the new organist seems to play like they have 4 hands is that is an eight armed tentatacle monster?
 
on a rainy July Sunday, only the pastor, the pianist, shy Ms. Churchmouse and the notoriously handsy Mr. Foote attend church. Being a good sort, Ms. Churchmouse still puts out cofee and dainties after the service. The pastor is busy discussing next week's hymns with the pianist, their secret lover. Leaving shy Ms. Churchmouse and Mr. Foote...
 
on a rainy July Sunday, only the pastor, the pianist, shy Ms. Churchmouse and the notoriously handsy Mr. Foote attend church. Being a good sort, Ms. Churchmouse still puts out cofee and dainties after the service. The pastor is busy discussing next week's hymns with the pianist, their secret lover. Leaving shy Ms. Churchmouse and Mr. Foote...
Ms. Churchmouse is pleased when it is a thunderstorm the next Sunday, except Mt. Foote brings a friend... which turns out to please her even more.
 
August is so hot in the old church with no AC that the choir wears nothing under their robes...
 
August is so hot in the old church with no AC that the choir wears nothing under their robes...

Do they change in opposite sides from virgin Maria altair in the cross vault?

Or... remember this over a year ago...
One or more choir girl(s) (18+ obviously) decide to wear their gown(s) without anything under, not over street clothes as they would be expected. It just so happens that while they mingle with their families after the sermon still in their gowns, near the doors, discussing invitation to a particularly significant dinner party, someone (probably a frenemy knowing or suspecting their naughty secret) helpfully offer to take their gowns to the back so they could move out immediately. With finds support by others and nobody understands why they should go back themselves to change. Losing the shot argument she drops the gown... like nothing was amiss. Out of excess politeness, sheer shock, evil intent, pesonal interest, and other motivations different between the various people present her total nudity is collectively pointedly ignored and she is ushered out the church to go with others to the said party, where the strange attitude continues, at least at first, as people are locked in their non-response to the strange behavior, except concealed glances, stiff faces (and we know what else) and warped compliments to her special beauty...

Or...
Not far from sneaking out to go for skinny dipping in the swimming hole behind the church garden /old cemetery, managed by pervert old neighbor for the nude nun Nancy.

As of a variation of this...
Couple of girl friends (not girlfriends, probably, although the may experiment as well, perhaps) used each Sunday after church to sneak away to go for a quick swimming in a rather secluded spot not far behind; one of them somehow had learned about. It could be in the middle of wilderness, but maybe it's just couple hundred yards off the local unofficial beach. Either way it's not like they been the only ones visiting that spot, likely, it seems too well used, but they never had met anyone else there jet, and eventually they decided that skinny dipping is mostly safe, and of course very exciting, as the risk of being caught is there. It's just so much more convenient to not wear swimsuits under church dress and then deal with it being wet, especially, how they can't carry towels obviously...

...

At some point they may become as bold as to leave the gowns right there going out there, perhaps due to light warm rain. Then...

...with the weather as hot as it's become, a whole lot of churchgoers may suddenly decide to crash the swimming hole. Finding it already crowded, by a group of nudists, including our point of view girls.

Darn, I need to write some of all that down sometime... .... ... .
 
Do they change in opposite sides from virgin Maria altair in the cross vault?

Or... remember this over a year ago...


Or...
Not far from sneaking out to go for skinny dipping in the swimming hole behind the church garden /old cemetery, managed by pervert old neighbor for the nude nun Nancy.

As of a variation of this...


At some point they may become as bold as to leave the gowns right there going out there, perhaps due to light warm rain. Then...



Darn, I need to write some of all that down sometime... .... ... .
you have the core of a dood story. Flesh out the sex, find an editor to smooth out the English...
 
you have the core of a dood story. Flesh out the sex, find an editor to smooth out the English...

Two stories actually. And I do sort of have both of them near-whole in my head, the problem is to actually do and write them down (what they may not survive as imagined, but that's quite expected, as the wavefunction will collapse).

One a long slow (at least in story time) burn...

...about a girl moving back to her old neighborhood to live with her elderly aunt (not sure why, but probably her city high school's last history teacher prised local community college's anthropology program or whatever background bullshit that doesn't actually matter but keeps the word spinning), who drags her to church where she meets long not seen bff and in the excitement they sneak out to talk and find said swimming hole...

...perhaps suitable as "summer lovin" thing, but with a potential to grow out into series as it's perfect vehicle to string many of my preferred scenes. So main strategic problem is to not get too excited while also finding an early cut point.

The second is the orchestrated misshap with the choir gown. It's rather a self contained one-day event that, while can easily tie in the universe of the previous as an later episode, may probably be best served as a free standing thing from a different point of view, very much suited for a "national nude day" that goes into limited absurd, especially if our by then accomplished nudist friends are in the mix of the guests of said reception.
 
both worth exploring. Pick whichrver seems clearer in your mind and type it out.
 
One week the preacher struggles to get the spirit to take the pulpit, so his wife gives him an inspirational blowie in his office. This soon becomes a weekly event. But what happens the week wife has to go cross-country to see her ill mother? Who does wifey arrange to be waiting in the ffice to deliver the blowie? what happens?
 
Oh man, this is a long thread; I wouldn't attempt to read all of it. Okay, on another site I'm about to publish the third sequel to a story set in New York in 1957. It's about a thirty-one-year-old priest who becomes involved with a nineteen-year-old parishioner. She started the whole thing when she went into his confessional booth one Saturday afternoon. Okay, I added a few other characteristics, like she's bisexual (she has a girlfriend whom he eventually meets) and she's rather kinky by the standards of 1957.

So the story is a bit of a stretch, but I'm trying to keep it within a plausible range. It's not just constant sexual craziness in the pews or something like that. Like, I'm probably not going to have him make a move on the other girl, but - I'd consider it at least. More likely she'd make a move on him, but so far she doesn't seem to be that kind of person.

But I'm not just speculating about the story, I'm actually writing it and trying to deal with the issues it brings up. But, yeah, sex and religion make for a potent combination.
 
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Oh man, this is a long thread; I wouldn't attempt to read all of it. Okay, on another site I'm about to publish the third sequel to a story set in New York in 1957. It's about a thirty-one-year-old priest who becomes involved with a nineteen-year-old parishioner. She started the whole thing when she went into his confessional booth one Saturday afternoon. Okay, I added a few other characteristics, like she's bisexual (she has a girlfriend whom he eventually meets) and she's rather kinky by the standards of 1957.

So the story is a bit of a stretch, but I'm trying to keep it within a plausible range. It's not just constant sexual craziness in the pews or something like that. Like, I'm probably not going to have him make a move on the other girl, but - I'd consider it at least. More likely she'd make a move on him, but so far she doesn't seem to be that kind of person.

But I'm not just speculating about the story, I'm actually writing it and trying to deal with the issues it brings up. But, yeah, sex and religion make for a potent combination.
Sex and religion? Just leaves sport and politics....
 
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