52. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d I

52. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d I
꧁꧂ Delivered By The Priest Cont’d ꧁꧂

Sister Margaret and Sister Clara froze at the threshold, their eyes wide, their breath catching.

Clara, thirty-nine, was all softer curves, with auburn curls escaping her veil.

She and Sister Margaret had been in a secret relationship for two years, and tonight they had come to their usual hideaway in the cathedral to meet in private.

Sister Margaret’s hand flew to her mouth, a strangled gasp escaping.

Sister Clara’s eyes widened, darting from the naked priest to the girl riding him, then to the statue of Christ above them, whose serene gaze seemed suddenly accusing.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

Sarah’s breath caught, her pussy clenching around Father Elias’s softening cock.

She should have been terrified.

Instead, a dark thrill curled low in her belly at the sight of the two women staring at her nakedness.

Margaret was the first to speak, her voice trembling with fake righteousness—a hypocrisy that burned, given she had given him a handjob earlier in the morning.

“Father Elias… what in God’s name—”

Clara cut her off, stepping forward, her eyes locked on Sarah’s naked body.

Her gaze lingered on the cum dripping down Sarah’s thighs, on the way her tits rose and fell with every ragged breath.

Margaret turned to Clara, scandalized. “Sister Clara, we must—”

Clara’s hand rose slowly, almost unconsciously, to the neckline of her habit, her fingers trembling as she tugged at the fabric.

Sarah felt the shift in the air.

The fear, the shock of it all twisted into something else.

Something dark, and thrilling.

Clara’s voice was soft, almost reverent. “I’ve prayed for this.”

Margaret’s eyes widened. “Clara!”

But Clara was already moving, her robe slipping from her shoulders as she walked toward the throne.

Her habit fell away, revealing a body soft and full, heavy breasts straining against a plain white shift.

Sarah’s breath hitched.

The hunger she thought Father Elias had fucked out of her surged back in a rush: the ache for soft curves, full breasts, and the taste of another woman’s pussy.

Father Elias felt her pussy clench around his half-hard dick.

He saw the way her gaze locked on Clara’s big breasts and the way her nipples hardened even further.

He was jealous for one sharp second—raw, possessive—but then the idea hit him like a revelation.

Why not just enjoy the show? What could be hotter than watching three women worship themselves… on the fucking altar?

He grinned, his cock fully hardening and stretching Sarah’s cunt wide.

Clara knelt before the throne, eyes on Sarah, then on Elias. She reached out, her fingers brushing Sarah’s thigh, tracing the line of cum that had leaked down.

“You’re beautiful,” Clara whispered. “So beautiful.”

Margaret stood frozen, watching, her own hand pressing to her chest as if to still her heart.

Clara leaned in, her lips brushing Sarah’s knee, then higher, tasting the cum on her skin.

Sarah moaned, soft and needy, her hips rolling instinctively on Father Elias’s throbbing cock.

Clara’s tongue traced a slow path up Sarah’s inner thigh, lapping at the mess, until she reached the place where Elias’s cock joined Sarah’s body.

She licked there, her tongue flat and broad, tasting them both.

Sarah cried out, her head falling back.

Clara’s hands slid up Sarah’s sides, cupping her tits, thumbs brushing her nipples. She took one into her mouth, sucking gently, then harder.

Margaret’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. She took one step forward, then another, her robe slipping from her shoulders.

When she reached the altar, she was naked, her body soft and aged, but beautiful in its honesty.

She knelt beside Clara, her eyes on Sarah’s face.

“Forgive us, Father,” Margaret whispered, her voice trembling with lust.

“Forgive us our sins.”

Father Elias’s hand found the back of Margaret’s head, guiding her gently.

“Show her,” he said, his voice low. “Show her what true devotion looks like.”

Margaret leaned in and kissed Sarah’s mouth, slow and deep, tasting the sin on her tongue.

Clara moved lower, her tongue sliding over Sarah’s clit, then lower still, lapping at the place where Elias’s cock stretched her open.

Sarah moaned into Margaret’s mouth, her hips rolling, taking Father Elias deeper while Clara’s tongue worked her clit and Elias’s balls.

The two women worshipped her.

Clara’s fingers joined her tongue, sliding inside alongside Elias’s cock, stretching Sarah even wider.

Margaret’s mouth moved to Sarah’s tits, sucking one nipple while her fingers pinched the other.

Sarah’s body was on fire.

Father Elias lifted her off his cock. “Go on, child. Let me watch you play.”

Sarah’s breath caught. She slid off him, legs shaky, cum dripping down her inner thighs, as she turned to face the sisters.

She walked to Margaret first, her hands trembling as she reached up and pushed the nun’s veil back.

Dark hair tumbled down in silver-streaked waves. Sarah cupped Margaret’s face and kissed her deep, tasting the faint salt of her skin and the sweetness of forbidden want.

Margaret moaned into her mouth, her hands sliding to Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer.

Clara watched, then stepped forward, pressing her body against Sarah’s back, kissing the nape of her neck.

Sarah whimpered, caught between them, her tits pressed to Margaret’s.

Clara’s hands sliding around to cup and knead her breasts like dough.

Father Elias sat back on the throne, stroking himself slowly, his eyes burning as he watched the three women.

Margaret broke the kiss first, then dropped to her knees, and buried her face between Sarah’s thighs.

Her tongue was gentle at first, lapping at the cum leaking from Sarah’s pussy.

She moaned into her, the sound vibrating against Sarah’s clit.

Clara pressed closer, sucking one nipple into her mouth, while her free hand squeezed and spanked her ass.

Sarah’s head fell back, her hands in both women’s hair, guiding them.

“Yes… oh God, yes… eat me, Sister… suck my tits…”

Father Elias’s strokes sped up, watching his little convert getting worshipped by two nuns on the altar.

His cock jerked and leaked a fat glob of precum from the sheer filth of it all.

“Ahh,” he growled, pumping faster. “Eat that pussy good, Sister. Have no mercy!”

Margaret’s tongue thrust deep, lapping at the cum inside her, then moved to her clit, sucking hard.

Sarah’s thighs started shaking. She cried out as another wave of fresh juice gushed over Margaret’s face.

Clara kissed her through it, swallowing her moans.

When Sarah finally collapsed to her knees, panting, Father Elias rose.

He stood over them, cock in hand, and his eyes dark with lust.

“Enough playing around, ladies,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“Now time to show devotion to your father, on your knees.”