53. Delivered By The Priest Contn’d II
53. Delivered By The Priest Contn’d II
The sisters obeyed instantly.
They dropped to their knees and crawled to him across the cold floor, their habits hiked up around their waists, the fabric whispering against their thighs.
Sarah moved first, circling behind Father Elias, her hands sliding up the backs of his legs to spread his firm cheeks wide.
She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she dragged her tongue slowly over his tight hole in one long, filthy lick.
The taste was musky, salty, forbidden, and she moaned against him, the sound vibrating deep into his flesh.
Father Elias groaned, his hips rocking forward slightly.
“That’s it, Sarah… lick your priest’s ass like the dirty little sinner you are.
Do you love eating your Father’s hole, child?
Tell me how good it tastes.”
Sarah’s tongue pressed deeper, circling the puckered ring, then pushing inside, wet and sloppy.
She moaned louder, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.
“Hmm, Father… it’s so good… so tight… I love tasting you here… love being your filthy little altar girl.”
Her fingers joined her tongue, one sliding inside alongside it, probing, searching, until she found his prostate.
She pressed firmly, rubbing in slow circles, milking him while her tongue fucked him deeper.
Father Elias’s cock jerked in his hand, pre-cum dripping steadily now.
“Fuck, yes… just like that, Sarah.”
Margaret and Clara knelt in front, mouths open, tongues out, and eyes locked on his thick shaft.
Father Elias fisted his cock, then guided the swollen head to Margaret’s lips first.
She took him deep, her throat working around him, sucking with slow, steady pulls while her tongue kept swirling under the head.
Clara leaned in from the side, her tongue tracing the thick vein along his shaft, then dropping lower to suck one heavy ball into her mouth, rolling it gently, humming around it.
He groaned, his hips rocking and fucking Margaret’s mouth in slow, controlled thrusts while Clara worshipped his balls; tongue lapping, lips sucking, spit dripping down his sack.
“God, look at you three,” he rasped, his voice rough with lust.
“Two holy sisters and my little convert, all on your knees for your priest’s fat cock. The devil himself couldn’t dream this up.”
Margaret pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, spit stringing from her lips to his pink, swollen cockhead.
Clara took her place immediately, swallowing him down until her nose pressed to his pubes, her throat constricting around him.
Sarah’s finger pressed harder on his prostate, her tongue fucking his ass in time with Clara’s bobbing head.
The wet, sloppy sounds filled the sanctuary: schlick-schlick from Clara’s mouth, the soft slurps of Sarah’s tongue in his ass, and Margaret’s panting breaths as she licked along the base of his shaft.
Father Elias’s balls drew up tight, his cock swelling in Clara’s throat.
He grabbed both nuns’ heads, fucking their mouths in turns, then pulled out, stroking himself hard.
“Come here, little one,” he ordered, his fist sloppy around his shaft.
Sarah crawled around quickly, her mouth wide open, lips swollen and shiny.
He aimed at all three faces and came with a roar, thick ropes of cum painting their lips, cheeks, and tongues.
“Yes, yes! Fucking take this anointing, receive your blessings, sinners! Arghhh!!”
He spurted more cum on them, his head falling back from the intense pleasure.
They licked each other clean, moaning, tongues tangling in messy, cum-slick kisses while he watched, his cock still hard and dripping.
Then he stepped back, his eyes dark and hungry for more.
“Now,” he growled. “Let’s see how well you three can please each other.”
Sister Margaret and Clara didn’t need to be told twice; they understood him well.
They lifted Sarah gently, carrying her to the altar table. They laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and bent her knees with her feet planted on the edge.
Clara climbed up first, straddling Sarah’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth.
Sarah moaned into the soaking cunt, her tongue thrusting deep, lapping at Clara’s clit while her hands gripped her hips.
Margaret positioned herself between Sarah’s legs, aligning their pussies, and began to scissor, letting their clits rub together in slow, wet grinds.
The slick sounds of their juices mixing filled the air, combined with the wet slap-slap-slap as their hips rolled.
Sarah’s tongue worked Clara’s pussy relentlessly, sucking her clit, fucking her with it, and moaning into her flesh.
Clara rocked her hips, grinding down, her tits bouncing as she rode Sarah’s face.
Margaret’s movements grew faster, her own clit swollen and rubbing against Sarah’s in tight circles.
She leaned forward, sucking one of Clara’s big dark nipples into her mouth, while her pussy never stopped grinding against Sarah’s.
Father Elias watched quietly, stroking his cock slowly, his eyes burning as the three women pleasured each other on the sacred altar.
Sarah came first, her scream muffled against Clara’s pussy, and her hips bucking up into Margaret’s, squirting over their joined flesh.
Clara followed, grinding down hard, coming with a sharp cry, her juices flooding Sarah’s mouth.
Margaret shuddered last, her body shaking as she rubbed herself to completion against Sarah’s clit.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting, cum and sweat and juices mixing on the altar cloth.
Father Elias rose, his cock in hand, his eyes dark with renewed hunger.
“Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “It’s my turn again.”
He stepped forward, his cock throbbing, and ready to claim them all at once.