54. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d III
54. Delivered By The Priest Cont’d III
Father Elias moved closer to the three women sprawled on the altar table, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and each other’s juices.
His hands reached out, groping their asses and tits with rough, possessive squeezes, fingers digging into soft flesh until they gasped and arched into his touch.
“Get down,” he commanded, voice low and rough.
“Hold the table. Asses up, like the sinners you are.”
Tiredly, they rose with shaky legs and heavy breathing.
Sarah was the most exhausted.
Her thighs were trembling, and pussy was still fluttering from the scissoring and Clara’s ride on her face, but she wasn’t about to miss this cock for anything.
They gripped the side of the table, bending forward, asses and dripping pussies jutting out for Father Elias’s hungry eyes.
They lined up beside each other, their breasts swinging and slapping together as they leaned over the edge.
Sarah was in the middle, her petite body dwarfed between the two mature nuns.
She glanced sideways at their watermelon-sized breasts—soft, heavy, and perfect—her pussy already dripping fresh wetness at the sight.
Father Elias went on his knees behind them, starting with Sister Margaret.
His hands gripped her big, soft ass, squeezing hard, and spanking it with sharp, wet slaps that echoed through the sanctuary.
The flesh jiggled and bounced, red handprints blooming on her pale skin.
He spread her cheeks wide, buried his face between them, and slurped noisily at her cum-filled pussy, tongue lapping up every drop of their mixed mess.
“Oh, yes, Father,” Sister Margaret moaned, her voice hoarse from pleasure.
“Cleanse this sinful pussy with your holy mouth.”
He spanked her again, harder, the crack ringing out, then shoved his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it while his thumbs spread her wider.
He nearly suffocated himself in her flesh, groaning against her, then pulled back gasping, gave her one last long lick from clit to asshole, and moved to Sarah.
He smiled at her little petite body, her pink, gaping, moist cunt already clenching in anticipation. His cock stirred joyfully.
She was his favorite to fuck, so young, so responsive, always coming so easily for him.
But this time, he wouldn’t rush. He wanted to taste her, to make her beg.
He started not with his mouth, but with his hands.
He gripped her hips, his thumbs spreading her ass cheeks wide, exposing her swollen, glistening lips and the tight furl of her asshole.
He leaned in, blowing a slow, hot breath over her dripping slit, making her shudder violently.
“Father… please…” Sarah whimpered, her voice a broken, needy little thing.
“Patience, little lamb,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress against her flesh.
He dragged the flat of his tongue from her perineum all the way up to the base of her spine, lashing out a slow, torturous stroke that made her cry out.
Then he came back down, circling her entrance, teasing the outer lips but not entering.
He used his thumbs to part her fully, admiring the deep pink, fluttering flesh, slick and shiny with her arousal.
He spat directly onto her pussy, the warm fluid mixing with her juices and running down her thighs.
“Little Lamb, you’re so wet for me already,” he growled, the sound vibrating against her skin.
“Such a greedy little cunt.”
Finally, he brought his mouth to her.
He didn’t dive in.
He started with long, broad, lazy laps from her taint to her clit, coating his entire face in her essence.
He savored her taste—sweet, musky, uniquely Sarah—groaning as he feasted.
He focused on her outer lips, sucking each one into his mouth, nibbling gently, then more firmly, making her gasp and push her hips back.
“Oh God… oh fuck, Father… right there…” she babbled, her knuckles white where she gripped the table harder.
He let his tongue probe her entrance, just the very tip, dipping in and retreating, over and over, mimicking the shallow thrusts of a cock.
Each time he pulled back, her pussy would clench around nothing, trying to pull him back in.
The sound was obscene; wet, sucking, sloppy noises that filled the sacred space.
“You taste like heaven, little lamb,” he rasped, before burying his face deeper.
He sealed his lips over her entire pussy, sucking hard, creating a vacuum that made her scream.
His tongue plunged deep this time, fucking into her with nasty, relentless strokes, curling to rub that sweet spot inside her.
He could feel her walls fluttering, trying to milk his tongue. He added a finger, pressing it firmly against her tight, forbidden rosette, applying just enough pressure to make her jolt.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come on your face!” she shrieked, her body starting to tremble.
“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away completely, leaving her empty and quivering on the edge.
She sobbed in frustration.
He turned his head to the side, where Sister Clara was watching, her own breath coming in ragged pants.
“Kiss her,” Elias ordered Clara, his voice thick with lust.
“Taste our little convert, sister.“
Without hesitation, Clara leaned over, her large breasts pressing into Sarah’s side. She captured Sarah’s mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, her tongue plunging in.
Sarah moaned into the kiss, letting Clara taste herself on her lips.
Their kiss grew frantic, sloppy, a tangle of tongues and shared breath, their moans harmonizing.
While they kissed, Elias went back to work on Sarah’s pussy with renewed fervor.
He focused on her clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it with rapid, precise strokes. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them up to massage her G-spot in a relentless, cum-hither motion.
The dual assault—Clara’s passionate, dominating kiss and Elias’s expert mouth and fingers—was too much.
Sarah’s climax ripped through her with violent force.
Her back arched impossibly, tearing her mouth from Clara’s to let out a raw, guttural scream that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
“FUCK! FUCKING YES! HOLY FUCK!”