55. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d IV
55. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d IV
Her pussy convulsed, gushing a fresh flood of juices over Elias’s chin and fingers, her thighs shaking like leaves in a storm.
Father Elias was ecstatic.
He loved how easily she came. He loved watching her orgasm for him; it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
He drank her down, lapping and sucking through every pulse of her orgasm, not stopping until the last tremor had subsided and she was a boneless, whimpering mess against the table.
Only then did he pull away, his face glistening with her wetness.
He gave Sarah’s spent pussy one final, possessive slap, making her jump, before turning to Sister Clara.
The two women were still connected, Clara now soothing Sarah with softer kisses, licking the tears from her cheeks.
“Sister, I never knew you enjoyed sin this much,” he chuckled, dragging his fingers, slick with Sarah’s climax, down Clara’s slit, coating them in her wetness.
Clara shivered, her legs trembling from his touch.
“Forgive me, Father,” she moaned out loud. “Cleanse me of my sins.”
He spanked her once, twice, then buried his face between her cheeks, tongue fucking her pussy while his fingers spread her wider.
He groaned into her, the vibration making her cry out, then pulled back, licking his lips.
As he rose to his feet, the women, still connected, began to pleasure each other.
Sarah turned her head, capturing Margaret’s mouth in a hungry kiss, their breasts mashing together.
Margaret’s hand slid down between Sarah’s legs, fingers gently rubbing her oversensitive clit, making Sarah whimper and press back into the touch.
Sarah, in turn, reached a shaky hand behind her, finding the hot, wet join of Margaret’s thighs, sliding fingers inside her.
Elias positioned himself behind Sarah first.
His cock was rock-hard, slick with spit and pre-cum.
He rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her swollen lips, then pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch stretching her open again.
Sarah moaned, a broken, satisfied sound, her head dropping forward as he filled her to the hilt.
“Ooh… Father!!!”
He gripped her hips, fucking her slow and deep, savoring how easily she took him, how her well-used pussy fluttered around his shaft.
His left hand reached for Margaret, fingers sliding into her dripping cunt, pumping in time with his thrusts into Sarah.
His right hand found Clara, two fingers curling inside her, thumb rubbing her clit.
The three women moaned in unison, a chorus of depravity, the altar table creaking under their weight.
Sarah and Margaret’s kiss became more frantic, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, pinching nipples, squeezing breasts, as Elias fucked them all with his cock and his hands.
He fucked Sarah harder, hips slapping her ass, the wet smack-smack-smack echoing off the stone walls.
Her pussy gripped him like a fist, juices squelching with every thrust.
Margaret and Clara’s moans rose higher, their bodies rocking against his fingers, their tits swaying heavily.
He switched to Margaret, pulling out of Sarah with a wet pop and slamming into Margaret’s softer, fuller pussy.
She cried out, breaking her kiss with Sarah, her head dropping, ass pushing back to meet him.
His fingers kept working on Sarah, curling deep, rubbing her G-spots while his thumb circled her clit.
Sarah whimpered, hips rocking back, chasing his fingers, while Clara bent to take one of Sarah’s nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
Clara’s thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around her own fingers as she came first, a soft, shuddering cry spilling from her lips around Sarah’s breast.
Margaret followed, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as she sobbed his name into the cold air.
Father Elias pulled out again, returning to Sarah, fucking her deep and slow, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
She came hard again, her overstimulated pussy clamping down in a series of fierce, fluttering pulses, squirting over his cock and thighs, her scream echoing through the cathedral.
He kept going, switching between them, fucking each woman until they were trembling, spent, their bodies marked with his hands, his teeth, and his cum.
The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and incense—a blasphemous perfume.
When he finally couldn’t hold back, he pulled out, stroking himself fast.
“Asses up,” he ordered, his voice a ragged growl.
They bent lower, presenting their backsides, a line of three ravished, obedient sinners.
He came hard, thick, hot ropes painting their asses and lower backs in sticky streaks, cum dripping down their thighs and pooling on the sacred cloth beneath them.
They slumped over the table, panting, bodies trembling and utterly spent, their limbs intertwined.
Father Elias stepped back and dropped onto the bishop's throne his chest heaving heavily. His cock was still twitching, and glistening with their combined fluids.
The cathedral was silent now except for their ragged breaths and the distant drip of wax.
He looked at the three women, marked, satisfied, and completely his, and a dark, triumphant smile spread across his face.
“Well done, my faithful whores.”