>You weren’t really a religious man
>But you always did believe there were forces outside our control influencing our lives
>Recently been going through some tough times
>Figure a visit to a church would help one way or another 
>As you enter, you marvel at the stained glass windows depicting the life of Christ
>Before noticing that despite it being a Sunday, it’s rather quiet
>Mostly some people scattered here and there 
>And there was a note saying
>”Confession booth open, feel free to come and absolve yourself of sin”
>”It seems another wayward soul has entered the house of God.”
>Turning around, you saw a man in casual clothing
>”You appear burdened, what holds sway over you?”
>”Uh, Shouldn’t I wait for the priest?”
>”Do not let my clothes deceive, I am the ordained priest around here”
>”Our church believes that anyone who passes through the doors is allowed to confess, even without attending mass”
>He motioned you to the confession booth
>Based on the soundproofing, they made sure to keep it between the two of you
>”Please, speak, tell me what weighs heavy on your mind and soul.”
>You let loose on everything, the struggle of finding a job, Money issues, past mistakes, and the recent breakup with your girlfriend
>”Oh dear, it seems the lord is testing you, but as Jesus’ 40 days spent in the desert told us, the bad times will pass, and good times will be plentiful.”
>”Thank you priest, had nobody to talk to for this kind of thing”
>”Of course, our church I there for those lost, if you ever need to return, you will be met with open arms.”
>Leaving the confession booth, you almost exited the church
>Only to feel someone grab your arm
>”Leaving so soon? The priest has told me your issues.”
>Turning, you saw a snow owl in nun clothing
>”The issue with your girlfriend concerns me the most.”
>”Without someone to love, we tent to act irrationally, mainly due to pent up frustration.”
>”Isn’t that considered a sin? I think like lust?”
>”Lust is for those who give in to desire, we merely consider our work aiding the lost.”
>Grabbing your hand, she led you deeper into the church
>Eventually arrive in a small room with a table, chair, and a bed.
>”Sit wherever you feel comfortable.”
>Decide to sit down on the chair, since the bed looked rather worn
>You hear shifting clothes as you made the wooden chair comfortable
>When you look up, the nun’s clothes were noticeably more tight fitting
>Not to mention the amount of cleavage from her massive breasts
>”Relax, let me take care of everything.”
>She was holding what seemed like a bottle of lube
>And she poured the entire thing onto her breasts
>The slow, sensual movements made you antsy
>So when she unbuckled your pants and moved your underwear
>You were already hard
>”Perfect”
>She slid your member between her massive tits
>A mixture of the slick lube and soft feathers was blissful
>She moved up and down, her tits so big your dick was completely swallowed by them
>Her expression was that of focus, but not a look of love/lust
>She treated this as if it were nothing but a public service 
>She slowly began to speed up, the lube still  soaking her feathers
>Instinct began to take over, bucking your hips
>And as she was practically bouncing her tits up and down your dick
>You came, harder than you thought you could
>And some cum pooled between her breasts
>”There, feel much better?”
>You could only put up a thumbs up
>”Excellent, should you need my services again, you know where to find me”
>Grabbing a nearby towel, she cleaned herself up
>As you put you pants on again she gave you a wink
>I must be going now, mass is beginning
>You left through the door near the back of the church
>Talk about divine intervention