1 comments/ 37237 views/ 8 favorites Temptations of the Flesh By: AGreyFoxxx As always, the participants in this work of fiction are over 18. * * * * * All of my life, except for the first eight years, has been devoted to serving 'holy mother church' starting as an altar boy and progressing through the ranks until I took my vows. I was very sheltered as a child, and was guided in this path by my parents. I attended all boys schools, and, as a result, I became somewhat awkward in the presence of women. Don't get me wrong! I know that they are different, and I can carry on a conversation with a woman on nearly any subject, until it turns to sex. I would blush and excuse myself. Since I have no experience on the subject, how can I advise anyone regarding affairs of the heart, or of the loins. Just recently, I was transferred to a suburban parish, taking over for an older priest, who had become sexually involved with a female parishioner. To avoid scandal, he was 'retired' and I was sent to fulfill his duties. It was late on a Saturday afternoon. I was giving confessions, but it had not been very busy, when I heard the gentle creak of the confessional door. As she entered, I could tell she was female by the rustling of her clothes as she sat. When I slid open the small doorway between us, I could see her hands clasped in her lap through the diaphanous material that separated her from her confessor. As she started her confession, the same way hundreds of others have since I began hearing them many years ago, I was stricken by the sultriness of her voice, and the desperation! Most women, at least those who confess to 'impure thoughts', do not go into such detail as she did. I noticed her hands unclasp as she recounted her tale of the previous night. As she told me about pulling the covers down and her nightgown up in preparation for her night of lust, the cool night air brushing her nipples to hardness, I saw her hands glide up her body, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her blouse, kneading them gently as she talked. I watched in total fascination, leaning closer to the covered doorway, partially to hear her better, partially to see where her hands went. I saw her fingers roll the fabric of her top, gently pinching her nipples, feeling my own arousal as she moaned softly. I knew I should stop this, tell her to pray , to fight the evil within that was making her do this wanton act, but I could not! So I listened. And I watched! As she continued to recount her tale, I noticed her hand leaving her breast and traveling slowly, sensually down, across her belly and thighs, almost to her knees. Then it disappeared under her skirt, fingers splayed, hiking it as they travel, enticing me with the agonizingly slow showing of firm, shapely legs. I whisper gently, that "God will forgive your sins. He always does! It is his nature to do so, especially if you are contrite." I hoped she would stop, but to no avail! I watched intently as she slipped her hand inside her panties, tracing the lips of her vaginal opening. Then suddenly, her finger plunged deep inside, so the palm of her hand hid her sex. My eyes widened at the suddenness, the brazenness. My cassock tented! My shame increased! I am her confessor! I should be counseling her against such behavior, stopping her recounting of the lascivious acts of the night before. But, no! I watched, and I listened intently as she invaded herself, pleasuring herself in the house of God, while expounding in lurid detail, what the two men she was entertaining did to her! Her moans lengthened as she told me of how these two men, one black, one white, filled her "cunt and mouth with their thick hard cocks" pounding her cervix and the back of her throat until they erupted, leaving her wallowing in the sticky white cream of their loins. I found myself wanting to watch as she continued to abuse herself, and listen to the details of her debauchery! Her hand pumped in and out, allowing me the quickest of peaks at her shaven mound. I don't recall ever seeing one before and I was fascinated by it. The shape, the size, the elasticity, but most of all the scent! She moaned as she inserted a second finger inside her wetness. I shifted my position to make more room for my swollen manhood, and to gain a better view. I saw her stretch out on the wooden seat, legs splayed, one hand inside her now open blouse, playing with her bra-less breast, the other plunging mercilessly in and out of her soaking wet womanhood. I knew, that I needed to put a stop to this sacrilegious showcase, but I did not. I could not! Almost involuntarily, I reached under my cassock, feeling the length, the hardness, the smoothness of my own cock, my thoughts now a thousand miles away from this place, wondering what it would be like, after all these years, to finally feel a woman take me in, and coax my seed for her pleasure. And mine! Her back arched. She moaned louder, biting her lip. She relaxed both hands, but left them in place. Then, panting, she apologized, telling me she did not mean to do that that, bringing both of us back to this moment, this place. I replied gently, in as controlled a voice as I could, "It's all right, my dear. The pleasures of the flesh are a constant source of temptation. Your thoughts are forgiven." It's a lie! I haven't had thoughts like these in many years, and the suddenness and intensity scared me. She continued to tell me of her depraved tryst with the two men, trading places, only this time the white man shoved his enormous cock into her ass, before spewing his seed. The details, along with the visual show she was putting on short-circuited my thought process. I forgot who I was, what I was, and where I was. All I could think of was the animal act of coupling with this young woman. I opened my door, peeked into the church, and finding it empty, I opened her door. She was still sprawled on the bench seat, her long auburn hair cascading down almost to her breasts, both hands busy, fingers plunging in and out of herself. I could see her leaking pussy through her hand. The bench is wet. I am horrified by the sacrilege, but fascinated at the same time. I kneel down in front of her to pray for her lost soul, my eyes closed and my hands clasped together. Before I began, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me toward her. I opened my eyes in time to see her smooth pink lips come in contact with my face. The scent emanating from her is overpowering, irresistible! I opened my mouth to question what she is doing. My tongue came in contact with the moist lips of her sex. The sweet saltiness of her short circuited my brain and before I had time to think, I tasted her! "Lick me!" she throatily whispered. "Make me cum!" My tongue delved in between the warm lips, gathering more of her juices and drinking her essence. When I finally realized what I was doing, I attempted pull away. Her firm grip on my head prevented me from losing contact with the smooth flesh of her pussy. "Please Father. Don't stop!" She moaned as her hips ground into my face. She took my right hand and brought it up to her heaving breasts. They are exquisitely beautiful. Small but full. I cupped them in my hand. The intensity of the feeling is almost overwhelming! Her nipples nearly burn my palms! "Use your other hand, Father! Like I did" she coaxes, giving me little time to think, to stop! My left hand reached under her buttocks, slid upward, to the entrance to her pussy. She pulled my head up slightly, making room for my hand at her entrance. There is a small pool of warm liquid on the bench and the smell of sex is thick in the confines of the confessional. My finger slid effortlessly inside her as she moaned encouragement. Her passage was warm, tight, wet. She eagerly opened your legs wider, allowing me to delve deeper inside. Lost in the moment, I recalled her pushing two fingers in and I followed suit, stretching her youthful body without giving it pain. Her moans grew louder now, filling the church. If there were anyone else there, they would know exactly what we were doing. She let go of my head, allowing me to look up at her angelic face, distorted with lust. Her eyes caught mine. She smiled slightly. " I need you inside me, Father. Please touch me. Oh God, I want you to fuck me, Father. Now! Please?" Totally lost in the moment, unable to process all the wild, new feelings that I was experiencing, I allowed her to raise my cassock, exposing my almost painful erection. I crawled up close, placing the tip of my cock against the slit of her pussy. Unable to take my eyes off her I pushed in, watching as I disappeared inside her, inch by agonizing inch, until my balls bumped her rump. One hand still on her breast, the other rubbing her engorged clit, I rocked back and forth, feeding myself to her, then taking it away, only to re-enter her heavenly womb. Her moans of encouragement drown out the voice of reason. My celibacy was lost and I knew I was damned, but I didn't care! All I wanted was to spill my seed deep within her. Reason returned momentarily as my cock slid out of her velvet wetness, and I thought of stopping this madness, but then she said, " Oh God, yes! That's it, Father, fuck me! Deep! Hard!" The struggle between my cock and my conscience ended with those words and the wanton smile that went with them. I pumped furiously as my fingers strummed her clit and nipple and we reached the peak of climax. "Come inside me, Father!" she whispered, just as her orgasm hit. I felt her muscles spasming, caressing my invading cock, pouring more of her essence on me. It had been many years since I experienced anything remotely like this this and it did not take much to bring me to the edge. With one final thrust, I buried the entire length of myself inside her still throbbing pussy. I grunted and spewed several jets of warm sperm deep in her cloying womb. "Oh God! Yes!" she hissed as she felt the warm wet liquid fill her up. I pulled out, my member soaked in the combined juices of our gloriously unholy act, and she panted, "Oh, Father, Thank you." She lay there, breasts heaving, legs wide open, my sperm drooling from her ravaged cunt. Ashamed of my behavior, and without looking in her eyes, I stood, retreated to my cubicle. I could help but watch as she straightened her clothes, licking the evidence of our tryst from her fingers and before departing, asked my forgiveness. "That was your first time wasn't it Father? For What it's worth, it felt heavenly having you inside me. Will you forgive me for stealing your virginity?" "It is I who should ask your forgiveness," I reply, as I retreat into prayer to the Holy Father, seeking his understanding for what I have just done. "Are you hearing confessions next week, Father?" she asked, her voice regaining its innocence, momentarily. "Yes, my dear." I replied. "Good! I'll see you then!" Temptations of the Flesh Ch. 02 It was Saturday afternoon, and I was taking confessions as always. And as always, there hadn't been much traffic. I'd had a lot of time to think, to reflect on last weeks happenings. How did I let myself be drawn into having sex with a parishioner? Could I face this woman again, and be stronger this time? I looked at my watch: a quarter to five, I'll be closing up and going to dinner soon. Perhaps last week was an aberration and I had nothing to worry about. Then I heard the soft footfalls outside my door. Peering into the empty confessional beside me, I awaited the opening of the door. Instead of it opening, my door was instead. Standing in front of me was the red haired woman from last week! Wearing a black cape and thigh high boots, she stood in the doorway, backlit by the churches lights. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." came the sultry voice "Hello, Father. I'm sure you remember who this is. It has been only a week since my last confession. But what a week it has been!" A sense of dread filled me as the words processed through my head, followed by a sense of excitement. 'Yes. I remember you', I thought. You, the tender young vixen who took my virginity. Right here. In this same confessional. An involuntary tent rose in my cassock as I recalled last Saturday. After leaving her, my faith shaken to the core, I skipped dinner, thinking only of her scent still embedded in my moustache. Returning to my room, I reflected upon my sin, my cock growing hard again, my hand grasping it again, and I masturbated, thinking only of the exquisite pleasure that her velvet gloved pussy afforded me. How intoxicating it was to feel my sperm ejaculate deep inside her young, cloying womb. Then suffering the massive guilt that attacked me moments after, knowing that I had violated one of the pillars of the priesthood. Poverty, Obedience, and Chastity. These were the things I had sworn to when I entered the Order. I lived a simple life of a parish priest, guarding my flock from the temptations of the world. I had forsaken the trappings of wealth, turning over all my worldly goods to my superior. I always did as I was asked by those in charge of the Order, never questioning their reasoning. Since my days as an altar boy, I had dreamed of becoming a priest. And, until a week ago, I had never felt the pleasures of the flesh. I had struggled all week, trying to regain control of myself. Slowly, I did so. Finally able to go through a day without touching myself, without spilling my seed, and finally without dreaming of her, splayed out on that dark wooden bench, legs open, glistening with desire, luring me to her. "Since my last confession, Father, I have had sex with five different men and two women. In fact, I just fucked a stranger outside the church, in the alley. I need your help, Father, your forgiveness and your help. Will you help me? Please?" "How can I help you" I asked weakly, totally taken by surprise by the event unfolding before me. "Help me wash away the evil deed I have just done." she said. "But how?" I asked again "Eat me! Suck his seed from my cunt!" she demanded, dropping the cape to the floor and standing inches from me, stark naked! Raising a leg to the bench seat and pulling my face into the wetness of her sperm dripping pussy. With these words, my cock stiffened, and my resolve melted as I breathed in the musky odor of her recently completed sexual union. I could not help myself! I felt as if I were being swallowed up in a giant vortex, from which there would be no escape. But, I let myself be taken there! She had, merely to show me the puffy, glistening, entrance to her womb, and I was powerless to resist. You began to relate your latest escapade. "This past week, I fucked my neighbor, in his bedroom, allowing him to stuff his cock in my ass. In my ass, Father! It was so hot that I came all over his bed sheets, leaving him moments before his wife came home." Rolling her hips and holding my head close, I could took in her scent, but with the addition of a slight bleachy smell of sperm added. Losing myself in the moment, my tongue extended and I licked up a dollop of semen and her delicious juices and swallowed. "Then, after overhearing another neighbor tell a friend that she was curious about having sex with another female, I arranged to meet her at school, where she worked, and kissed her. She responded. Soon after we lay on her desk, lips attached to each others clit, fingers buried in each others cunt, writhing in ecstasy, as we orgasmed on each others faces. "Oh, come now Father. Don't pretend to be upset" you cut in as I began to say something. "I know you are enjoying this! Almost as much as I am." I continued licking, sucking, and swallowing, paying attention with my fingers, to the globes of her ass and the nub of her clit. I could feel her legs tremble as she stopped relating her lascivious sins, moaning louder and louder, echoing through the church. Finally, she released, pouring her essence all over my face and hands. She let go of my head, stepped back, dropped to her knees. I assumed she would pray. I was again surprised when she pulled up my cassock, revealing my rampant member. She grabbed the base of the shaft and squeezed, forcing a drop of clear liquid to form at the top of the dusty rose colored crown. "Do you know what that is?" she moaned. Do you know what this tells me?" Yes, I thought. She was testing my resolve. Tempting me just as Jesus was tempted in the desert. "This tells me that you want my lips wrapped around your cock. It tells me you want to cum in my mouth!" she said as her tongue wiped up the droplet and her lips covered the tip of my manhood. Watching intently, afraid to blink and miss a moment, I sat still as your luscious red lips enveloped my cock. Slowly, her lips opened, letting me into her mouth. I felt herr tongue swirl around my head, rubbing the sensitive spot behind my glans. My cock disappeared, a centimeter at a time, until her nose pressed against my pubic bone, my hairs tickling her face, my cock caressing the back of her throat. She moaned, making my cock twitch. Pulling off briefly she said, "Not yet Father. You can't cum yet!" Then she resumed her oral worship of my manhood. I twitched again, feeling ever closer to completing this immoral, degrading act. "Yes, Father, you are a disgusting, weak man! But your cock feels so good, so hard, and I want to taste you! Drink your cum! Give you a reward for you're your unpriestly behavior!" She was right! I am a disgusting man, but I cannot seem to help myself. She brought out the weakness in me. I know she wanted me to ejaculate in her, on her, to degrade myself before her. Before God! And I wanted only to obey, to please her. And myself! It is then, that I noticed her hands. One deep in her pussy, the other busy pinching and pulling her nipples. Her fingers worked her pussy faster, driving her closer to an orgasm. I found my hands on her head, guiding myself in and out of her soft, warm, sweet mouth, my hips swaying, my cock thrusting. My cock jerked again, warning me that I was getting ever closer myself. The smell of her filled the small space. My nostrils flared as I took in the heavily scented air. She moaned again, trying to talk with my cock sliding in and out of her face. I was able to make out, "cum for me Father. Let me taste you!" amid the guttural noises and garbled words. And like the dutiful priest, I did as commanded, willing myself to release, to flood her cheeks, wash her tongue with my salty, manly essence. Then she pulled off, leaving my spit soaked dick dangling, but only for a moment. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and her lips slid down the side until my left nut was in her mouth. It was so warm, so wet! Herr tongue danced around the crinkly flesh, making me moan, as her hand slid up and down the blue veined shaft. I watched in amazement as she pulled the other testicle into her mouth "Oh, my God!" I moaned as I watched her close her eyes and caress my balls with her lips and tongue. Groaning in ecstasy, I let her know how close I was. Reluctantly, she let my nuts slip from her mouth, aiming my cockhead at her extended tongue. "Not your God, Father, your slut!" she whispered. "Jerk it for me, Father. I want to drink your cum!" she added, smiling up at me as her hand unwrapped from around my shaft, sliding down around my dangling testicles. Cupping the twin orbs, I felt her finger against my asshole. She moaned, eyes closed, tongue extended, fingers ravaging her leaking cunt. My breathing is became heavy as I push myself toward sexual release and damnation. My hand literally flew over the stiff shaft, urging it to spill its contents, to allow me to feel that great rush, that heavenly release. Her moans increased in volume. Herr confession no longer private. "Are you going to cum with me?" she urged. Her orgasm echoed through the church as she screamed and grunted, her pussy pulsating as it issued more of your sweet musky juices. "Oh God, yes! Oh fuck yes, Father." Herr orgasm triggered mine. Through half closed eyes, I watched as my cock erupted, spewing cum into her mouth. Except for the fact that she was naked, she looked like a parishioner, kneeling in front of me awaiting communion. My cock continued to erupt, shooting its contents across her tongue and over her teeth to the back of her throat. She continued to orgasm as well, moaning, writhing in ecstasy, trying to keep my sperm from spilling as her pussy contracted on her fingers. For what seemed like an eternity, my penis poured its juices into her mouth until it began to droop. She stood, her mouth still full of the salty white sauce and kissed me, pushing my semen from her mouth to mine, letting it drip down our chins and onto my cassock and her heaving breasts. She followed this by licking her own essence from her fingers. Pulling on her cape and turning to leave, she said "Be here at 5 o'clock next Saturday!" Then added "For my private confession." As her firm footfalls echoed through the church, I sat, collecting my thoughts, wondering why I could not stop her, or myself, from desecrating this place. My faith had been shaken to its foundation. My chance to redeem myself had passed. What more could I do? What more could she do? Temptations of the Flesh Ch. 03 It has been over a month since Magdalene entered my confessional, changing my life forever. I have become addicted to the scent and taste of her sex. When she appears, all I want to do is please her, knowing that my reward will be a glorious orgasm, in her mouth, on her breasts, or in her pussy. Feeling the warmth and wetness as I explode inside her luscious body. I look forward every Saturday to our unholy meetings, my cock hard and ready, anticipating another depraved sexual adventure. The church bell chimed, signaling the 5 o'clock hour. Confessions were ended, as I looked around the empty building, and locked the door for the night. I was disappointed, but relieved, that my newfound mistress had not shown up as promised. My loins ached in anticipation of our scheduled meeting, but, I knew I could remedy that problem after dinner in the confines of my room. Perhaps my trial was over and I could get back to tending my flock. From behind , I heard the familiar, soft voice, "Bless me father, for we have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession." I turned. There she was in her black cape and boots, " Yes Father, it's me, Magdalene! I have been a very bad girl, Father. I need your forgiveness, yet again. I need your manhood in me to drive out the evil within." That said, she opened the cape and invited me to worship at her heavenly gate. Almost automatically, I dropped to my knees, crawled forward until my face was inches from the smooth, hairless lips of her moist sex. Before my lips could come in contact with her pouty pussy, she stepped back, and, pointing at her mouth, said, "First, you kiss these lips." Rising, I tentatively pursed my lips, expecting a brother/sister brush on the lips. As I got closer, I noticed her chin, nose and lips were wet. Then, I detected the unmistakable scent of another woman. She grabbed my head, and, pulling closer, thrust her tongue into my mouth. As our tongues fenced with each other, swirling around inside each others cheeks, I tasted this other female. I tried to pull away, but she grabbed my hands, guiding one to her damp crotch and the other to her breast, continuing the deep, soulful kiss. My palm felt the heat of her nipple as it stiffened under my touch. The fingers of my other hand slid effortlessly inside her pre-moistened passage, curling and uncurling as they sank deeper and deeper within. Breaking the kiss, she smiled and said, "There's someone I want you to meet. And, yes, we just made love before we arrived. You tasted her on my lips. Did you like her flavor?" Turning me around, she presented me with her recent partner. My jaw dropped! I was speechless! There in front of me was a short, full figured young woman in a nun's habit. "Hello, Father! How are you?" she said, smiling innocently. "Sister Katherine! What are you doing here?" was all I could say, still in shock at the sight of this young novice in the company of my slutty penitent. I could see a hint of moisture around her mouth and chin, and, putting two and two together, came to the realization that these two women had just had sex. I found the thought disgusting and exciting at the same time. But my manhood thought otherwise and twitched in my cassock. "I came her to confess my sins as well, Father." She sank to her knees and reached under my garments, grasping at my stiffening penis. "Forgive me, Father, for I have been weak. I have given myself over to the sins of the flesh more times than I can count. While I have yet to lay with a man, I have tasted many, many women." Before I could reply, I felt her lips wrap around my shaft, enveloping me in the warm sheath of her mouth. Involuntarily, my hips swayed, pulling my stiffened dick from her mouth, only to press forward again, sinking my spit soaked member back into her face. My hands held her head in place as I slowly fucked her sensuous mouth, my eyes riveted on her ovalled lips, as they stretched around the base of my manhood. "Now Sister, don't get too greedy! After all, don't you want him to empty himself in your virgin pussy?" came a voice from behind me. Turning my head, I saw Magdalene standing with two fingers in her pussy, plunging in and out of her well lubricated cunt. "Yes Mistress, you are right." Sister Katherine answered, somewhat reluctantly, removing her lips from my stiff pole. "But I did want to taste him." "All in good time, Sister. Now hop up on the altar so he can have you." The young novice did as instructed, opening her habit, and baring all her ample charms in the process. She lay back, legs spread, her moist pussy, fringed with black hair, open for me to see. Her proud, large breasts wobbling as she breathed. I stared at her crotch, wondering if I should kiss it first, before violating it. "Just fuck her, Father! You can kiss it later!" Magdalene said, pushing me forward. I opened my cassock, revealing my cock, and pointed it toward the wet, slightly parted lips. "Don't worry, Father, there will be no pain. She has had numerous objects in there, just no cocks. You will be her first!" I pressed the bulbous tip of my prick against the soft, hot flesh of her wetness. Pushing forward slowly, I sank into the depths of her womanhood, listening to the escalating moans escaping her lips. "Play with her clit, Father! Maybe she will cum for you!" Magdalene said as she leaned over the novice nun and sucked on her left nipple. Picking up the pace, I fucked her tight, wet pussy, watching as my honey coated cock slid effortlessly in and out of the writhing, moaning young girl, my thumb circling her clit. "Oh my fucking God!" she said, "I never thought it would feel so good! Fuck me Father! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Cum inside me! Please?" Her encouraging words drove me to work faster, harder, my balls slapping her ample ass, my fingers caressing her sensitive clit. My other hand cupped her jiggling breast, my fingers kneading the flesh. "Pinch them! Twist them! Let her feel the pleasure-pain of a good deep animalistic, wanton fuck" Magdalene ordered as she bit gently on the girl's other nipple. Sister Katherine responded to the fresh assault with more moans, wriggling under my attack on her oozing cunt, clit and nipple. The scent of sex permeated the air as did the sounds of uncontrolled sexual pleasure. "Oh God! I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the church. And cum, she did! Her cunt rippled, squeezing and releasing my cock as she incoherently babbled about how good it felt to have a man inside her. "Empty your holy scepter inside my unworthy cunt, Father! I need to feel the warmth of your seed in my womb!" Her encouragement was all it took, and with a great grunt, my cock spat its contents deep inside the quivering nun. Three healthy squirts filled her with my essence, some of which squeezed out around my still pulsing shaft, dripping onto the altar. "Get on the altar in her place! Then, you may drink from her!" Magdalene ordered. Pulling my shrinking penis from her leaking pussy, I helped her stand up, watching as my semen oozed from her ravaged cunt. Taking her place, I invited her to sit over me, so I could drink from her dripping slit. Helping her swing her thigh over my head, I licked at the juices dripping from her. The sweetness of her honey, mixed with the saltiness of my man-juice tasted divine. I no longer thought of my career as a priest, only of the intense feelings that I brought forth from this sweet, young woman, and those that she released from me. I spread her pussy open and nestled my face deep within, drinking the nectar of our sexual union. Surrounded by the soft flesh of her womanhood, and concentrating on giving her as much intense pleasure as possible, did not clearly hear Magdalene's instructions to the young novice, but I did feel Katherine's lips as they surrounded my flaccid cock. I felt, more than heard, her moans of pleasure as I grew inside her mouth. I began to ache with the desire to fill her cheeks with my seed, gently thrusting my hips upward each time I felt her lips slide down my hardening shaft. I also felt a warmth around my left testicle, wondering, at first, how she could get her mouth around both my shaft and my nut, then realizing that Magdalene was sucking on my nut as Katherine slid her lips up and down my cock, slurping as she went. Amazed at the intensity of my feelings, I wrapped my lips around her juicy clit, swirling my tongue against the stiff nubbin, determined to have her come for me. Her hips began to move, pushing against my face, and her pleasure moans filled the church with an unholy joyful noise. Alternately sucking and licking her clit, I felt, then tasted the reward for my effort. She oozed, fresh, warm juice all over my lips, nose and tongue as she wailed loudly, orgasming under my oral ministrations. After cumming on my face she restarted her blowjob, her tongue gliding around the swollen head of my cock. Eagerly, she tried to suck more cum from my re-hardened prick, moaning as she did so. I responded by thrusting my hips upward, matching her down strokes, filling her throat with as much of me as she could handle. I, too, was moaning with intense pleasure as she rolled her hips, smearing the leftovers from her orgasm onto my cheeks, nose and chin. My tongue stabbed in and out of the warm pink cavern of her pussy, as I worked toward giving her another screaming orgasm. I craved the sweet taste of her juices as we worked each other toward a mutually satisfying conclusion. "Cum in her mouth, Father! Let her drink the life-giving juices from your testicles!" Magdalene ordered, as Katherine and I nibbled and sucked at each other. As ordered, I gave up the effort to make her cum before me, and, screaming into the soft wet folds of her young cunt, poured myself into her mouth. Bucking my hips upward, I shot three jets of hot semen down her throat, nearly gagging her in the process. Pulling off my limp dick, she panted her approval. "My God, Magdalene! You were right! It's so wonderfully different from you. I can't wait to do it again!" Lowering her head, she licked the remnants of my ejaculation from my glans, shaft and balls. While still riding my face, her weight shifted, making it difficult to breathe. "Make me cum, Father!" she pleaded, opening her legs and her pussy lips as she ground her hips against my head. Then I heard both women mewling with pleasure as they shared my load, passing it back and forth, until there was none left. Finally, my ministrations to Sister Katherine's cunt, paid off. She wailed as her pussy contracted, a wave of ecstasy rolled over her, another orgasm wracking her body. Her cunt oozed the sweet, thick reward, and I drank as much of it as I could before she rolled off me, clutching her hand over her ravaged clit. "I think, the good Sister will be calling on you to hear her confession on a regular basis, Father. And, I'm sure you won't want to disappoint her, now, do you?" Magdalene said, as she redressed herself. "Now , come Sister! I want to partake of you again before vespers" Temptations of the Flesh Ch. 04 Now that Sister Katherine and I had mated several times, Magdalene had informed me that her work here was done. Since I had now accepted and embraced physical pleasure as an important part of my life, She felt compelled to seek out others and leave me to explore the depths of my feelings. Last night, I received a phone call from the convent on the other side of the church. Apparently there were some plumbing issues and, since it was after hours, could I come over and snake out some pipes, plumbers being rather expensive. I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who greeted me with a warm, wet kiss, and led me to the basement. Upon entering the cellar, I heard her latch the door behind us. The room was large and warm, dimly lit by candles. I noticed two other women sitting on an old couch, recognizing them as fellow nuns, in spite of the lack of illumination. "You know Sister Anne, and Sister Marie" Katherine said from behind me. "They were the ones who discovered the problem." "So where are these pipes I'm supposed to snake?" I asked innocently. Both sitting nuns, flipped open their habits, exposing their naked breasts and pussies. "Right here!" the both exclaimed, simultaneously, as they pulled open their pre-moistened lips. Sister Anne was tall, thin, strawberry blonde. She had very small breasts with pointed nipples, and a thick bush surrounding her cunt. Sister Marie was shorter, darker, olive skin, jet black hair and full, round breasts, topped by large almost brown areola's I was stunned! Speechless! Staring at these two daughter's of the church as they exposed themselves to me, feeling my dick react to the sight before me. Sister Katherine ran her hand across the bulge in my pants as she whispered, "As nun's we share all our wealth." She led me to the couch and I sat between the two nuns, who attacked my zipper and belt, allowing my now fully erect penis to spring free. "You didn't tell us how well endowed he was, Sister! Shame on you!" Sister Anne teased as she lowered face to my helmet, now glistening with a drop of pre-cum. Extending her tongue, she swiped the pearl from my piss slit before wrapping her lips around the head and sliding down the blue veined shaft until her nose was nestled in my pubic hair. Sister Marie cupped my face in her hands as she guided it to her cleavage, nearly smothering me between her soft, full breasts. I could smell the faintest of perfumes as I felt the heat from her ample flesh. I moved my head slightly to the left rubbing my face against the swell of her right breast until my lips came in contact with her nipple. Opening up, I caressed the hardening nub with the tip of my tongue, before devouring it, sucking hungrily on the dark pink flesh, moaning as I did so. My moans were as much a result of the ministrations I was visiting on Sister Marie's ample bosom as they were the enjoyment of Sister Anne's attention to my aching prick. "Now, Sisters! Lets not be greedy! I said I would share him with you, not give him to you! Why don't we all get comfortable." Sister Katherine said as she stripped off her habit, leaving only her cowl on, knowing that wearing it excited me when we had sex. Reluctantly both women let me get up and we turned the couch into a bed. Sister Marie sat, patting the bed beside her, inviting me to sit down. Lifting her breasts with both hands, she asked, "Do you want more of these, or would you rather taste my pussy?" "I'm here to serve, ladies! To do your bidding, follow your lead, to give you whatever pleasure you wish." I answered, laying back, my cock thrusting upward. Taking that cue, Marie straddled my face, and settling down, felt my tongue slide inside her already moist love canal. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have lusted after the local parish priest, praying daily to feel his tongue on my clit, his cock up my cunt, his cum dripping from me. I have been jealous of my fellow Sister, who has had her lustful prayers answered. Make me cum, Father! Please?" Her hips were moving, smearing her musky essence all over my nose and chin, as I licked her inner lips. I felt a hand guide mine to the wet opening of one of the other women, and heard the pleasure moan as two fingers slid deep inside the warm wet silken glove of another pussy. "How does that feel, Sister Anne?" Katherine asked. "Oh God! You were so right! Nothing takes the place of a human touch!" Anne said squirming on my invading digits. I could only imagine what was transpiring, as I could see nothing but the cheeks of Sister Marie as she fucked my face, but I could hear the gentle moans of all three women as we warmed each other up, preparing for a night of debauchery. I flexed my fingers inside Sister Anne, rubbing the soft, spongy tissue of her g-spot. She rolled her hips, pushing downward each time my two fingers grazed it, her moans muffled by the lips of Sister Katherine, as the two kissed deeply, their tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. My tongue was getting a workout of its own, slicing up inside Sister Marie's freshening cunt, drinking down the generous flow of her sweet juices. Her moans went unmuffled and it was clear how close to an orgasm she was. Her taste and scent filled my head as she began to cum. Slowly, at first, her movements became jerky and uncontrolled. The flow of honey increased, dripping down my cheeks. Staccato moans gave way to a low wail, ending in a shouted, "Ahhhh! Fuck! Yes!" as she rolled off my face and clutched her pussy. "Sister, I think you need a stiff cock inside you, don't you?" Sister Katherine asked gleefully. "Oh God, no! It would be too much. " she panted, still covering the entrance to her still spasming womb. "Nonsense! Fuck her Father! Let her feel your manhood inside her!" Katherine ordered. "I'd be happy to Sister. With your help of course!" I replied as I spread the nun's legs, trying to expose her glistening wet pussy. Sister Anne pulled her hands away, gently reminding Marie that the object of the nights get-together was to experience a man's touch. Sister Marie relaxed enough to let me guide my stiff prick to the entrance of her pussy, teasing it with the head of my cock. After only a few seconds of smearing her essence against her clit with the crown of my cock, she said, "Oh God, please...please fuck me!" Having gained her permission, I pressed forward, watching her puffy cunt lips swallow my cock. Slowly, I pushed it in, inch by inch. Darting my gaze between her cunt and her face, enjoying the look of total amazement as I slide my entire length inside. Leaning forward, I rested my hands on her breasts. Feeling the stiff nipples against my palms, I nibbled on her ear as I began rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of her tight hole. Almost involuntarily, she locked her ankles around my back as she rolled her hips up to meet my slow, deep thrusts. The tight walls of her womanhood caressed my cock each time I pushed in, my balls gently massaging her pussy lips. By this time she was panting and babbling incoherently, reveling in the heightened sensations she was feeling as we fucked. I was edging ever closer to an orgasm of my own, in spite of my efforts to control myself. Giving up, I increased the speed of my thrusts, my hands roughly kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples. Marie howled, " Oh my fucking God!" as I felt her fingernails dig into my back and her inner walls clutched and unclutched my cock. At the insistent urging of her velvet cunt, my cock exploded, drenching her birth canal with copious amounts of my seed. Huffing from the exertion of my orgasm, I rolled off Sister Marie only to feel the lips and tongue of Sister Anne as she lapped up the remnants of my just completed coupling. My protests at her attention were quickly silenced by Sister Katherine who kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She tasted of Sister Anne, whom she had been eating while Sister Marie and I had been fucking. The discomfort in my loins was quickly soothed and my penis began to grow again in answer to Sister Anne's expert cock sucking skills. Sister Katherine turned her attention to Sister Marie, latching onto her drooling pussy, drinking the combination of honey and semen, first licking, then sucking the syrup from the deep folds of her fellow cleric. When she was satisfied that I had regained my full length, Anne straddled my hips and impaled herself on me, sighing deeply as I entered her well lubricated cunt. "Fuck me, Father! Fill me with your sperm!" she demanded as she rose and fell with a smack as her rump and my balls collided. Grabbing my hands she clutched them to her small breasts. "Pinch them! Pull them! Bite them! I need to feel the pleasure pain of your uncontrolled lust!" More than willing to comply, I grabbed each nipple in my thumbs and forefingers and she leaned back, stretching the elastic tissue of her bosom. By leaning back she exerted pressure on her g-spot as my cock pounded in and out of her wetness. " Oh fuck, yes!" she cried as she began to cum. I grabbed her hips and led her through her first orgasm, feeling her cunt clench as she bucked and rode me until she swooned, collapsing on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her. After giving her a brief rest, I began to roll my hips, driving myself deep into the silken depths of her womanhood. I lifted her semi-limp form and latched onto her right nipple, sucking and pulling on the nub. Reviving, she grabbed my head, holding it to her as she rocked back and forth, meeting my thrusts. My left hand drifted down to her drenched clit and I strummed it with my thumb, working harder and faster as her pleasure moans increased in length and volume. Suddenly she stiffened, grinding her hips against my cock and hand. She flooded my lap with a great discharge of her heavenly liquid as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably, choking my prick, trying to squeeze my essence from it. She lifted off my honey soaked cock and immediately engulfed it in her sensuous mouth. Bobbing up and down, barely gagging as my crown entered her throat, she moaned as she worked my cock. Her left hand steadied the base of my dick and her right hand cupped my testicles. Popping off briefly she panted, "I need to taste your cum, Father! Please?" My answer was to jerk my hips upward, kissing her lips with the dusty rose colored head of my cock Returning to her task, she took me in to the root, my pubic hair tickling her nose, then sliding upward, exposing all but the head, sucked voraciously, trying to pull my cream out.. I felt a finger insinuate itself into my ass, gently probing, massaging my prostate. Now it was my turn to moan, begging her for release. Our eyes locked for a moment and she attempted to smile. She rasped her long tongue on the underside of my cock, humming as she did so. The vibrations of her mouth, the caressing of her tongue and fingers finally triggered me. Grunting, I grabbed the back of her head and shot hot cum deep in the back of her mouth. Pulling off my still leaking manhood, she and Sister Marie shared my gift before burying their faces in each others cunts. Katherine curled up next to me as we watched the other two nuns pleasure each other using my discharge as lubricant for their wanton act. Once the two nuns had satisfied their needs, they excused themselves, leaving Katherine and I alone. We fell into each others arms, kissing long and deep, my hands roaming all over her waist and hips. We behaved more like lovers than sex partners, which, I suppose we were, even though we had not admitted it, yet. I gently kissed her nipple, starting on the left, teasing it to stiffness. I kissed my way down between, then up the other slope, feathering my tongue against the deep pink bud. Then I kissed my way down her belly, inhaling her scent as I reached her damp bush. I spent the better part of an hour exploring her, bringing her to near orgasm before backing off. Bathing her moist slit with my tongue, tasting her, and bringing her to the edge again, until, in ecstatic frustration, she grabbed my head pulling it into the soft wet folds of her sex, she washed my face with her musky honey. "Make me cum, Father! Please make me cum!", she pleaded. Reaching around her thigh with one hand, I caressed her nipple, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. The fingers of my other hand insinuated themselves at the entry to her silken cunt. Slipping two inside, I wiggled them around until I found her g-spot. My exploration was aided by her moans, felt more than heard as she humped my face. I latched onto her swollen clit with my lips, sucking it into my mouth and rasping it with my tongue, wagging back and forth across the tender tip. With a loud animalistic roar, she came, pouring her essence onto my hand and into my mouth. Pulling me up across her lush body, she gazed into my eyes. "Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!" She growled, grabbing my rampant cock and guiding it to the entrance of her still pulsating pussy. "Deep! Not hard! Not fast! Just deep!" she said, wrapping her legs around my waist. And so I did. Long, slow deep strokes filling her tight wetness with as much of me as I could. She came again, raking her fingernails across my back, pleading with me to fill her with my sperm, but I kept fucking her slowly, only my crown never leaving her heavenly haven. Finally, I reached the point of no return and kissing her hard on the lips, emptied my balls into her birth canal. Still clutching each other tight, our chests heaving with exertion, we lay there until my cock shrank, and slid out from inside her. "I have a confession to make, Father. Will you hear it?" I nodded, smiling down at her. "I'm in love with a married man, Father." My smile faded instantly. "Go on." I said. "He is married to the church. I must let him go. But I don't want give him up." "Why must you let him go?" I asked. "Because, I am leaving the convent." "But why? You love it here!" Looking deep into my eyes she whispered, "I'm pregnant! And unless there has been a second immaculate conception, you are the father." Temptations of the Flesh Ch. 05 Part V (An Alternate Ending) I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. Could I come over and fix it? I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who led me downstairs to the basement. Katherine led me trough the cellar door, only to be confronted by a bright red curtain. Katherine leaned up and kissed me as her hand caressed my cassock covered cock and pulled the curtain aside. I had never been here before and you can imagine my shock as I saw several nuns, undressed except for their cowls servicing two nude men, sprawled out on the floor, as well as themselves. The walls were lined with red curtains. The room was filled with the scent of excited pussy and the sounds to match. I stood there, taking in this scene of total debauchery. It was then that I saw the mother superior riding up and down on the cock of Monsignor Farrell, the priest that I had supposedly replaced because of his sexual involvement with a parishioner. "Make yourself at home, my son." he said as he bucked upward, filling Sister Theresa with his long, fat cock, before pulling it out and sliding it up between her puffy lips, tickling her clit with the well lubricated tip. "Don't tease me , damn you! Fuck me!" she demanded, stuffing his member back inside her, sighing as he refilled her well oiled hairy cunt. Leaning over him, she offered one of her pendulous breasts for him to play with as she ground her hips against his pubic bone. "You promised to fill me." she said, "And as a priest, you must do as you promised." "Yes, Sister!" he said as he lifted them both off the floor. From my vantage point, I could see his penis expanding and contracting, pumping her full of him. So much so, that it began to ooze from around his pistonning shaft and dripping off her thighs. By now Katherine had managed to disrobe me, and grabbing my stiffening penis, led me to the center of the room. She dropped to her knees and lavished kisses on my testicles before taking each one into her mouth and caressing the orbs with her tongue. Through half-closed eyes, I surveyed the scene before me. I noticed in the corner, her face mashed against the crotch of the town mayor, was Magdalene. His hands were on the back of her head, holding her close to him, watching as she near-choked on his massive member. Looking up briefly, he noticed me staring. He nodded in recognition, letting Magdalene's head go for a moment. She turned and smiled before returning to his stiff dick and engulfing it again, just in time for him to grunt, filling her mouth with his warm seed. Two nuns who were 69ing off to my left reached orgasms, one right after the other, their faces shiny with the honey from their pussies. "Aren't you going to introduce us, Sister Katherine? Don't you remember that we share all our worldly goods here?" one of them said as she dismounted from the other's face. Katherine pulled off my cock with a loud plop, and, looking at me , then her two fellow clerics, said, "Father, this is Sister Anne, and that is Sister Marie. This, girls" she said grasping my cock and shaking it, "is Father John!" Still stunned by the massive orgy going on in the convent, I shyly said, "it's a pleasure to meet you both." "Oh the pleasure is going to be all ours, Father! " Sister Anne said, reaching up and cupping my balls as she licked her lips. She was tall, thin, and had small, pointed breasts capped with puffy nipples that just begged to be sucked and pinched. Her mouth surrounded my helmet. Her tongue swiped a drop of pre-cum from my slit as my hands dropped to her head and my hips swayed slowly, feeding my stiffness into her stretched mouth. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment as I felt the velvet smoothness of her tongue on my dick. I let out a low moan as I face-fucked the strawberry blonde daughter of the church. Abruptly, she pulled off my spit-soaked pole offering it to Sister Marie. Shorter and rounder than Sister Anne, Sister Marie had proud, round breasts, olive skin, almost black hair and a shaved pussy that was begging to be fucked. Already glistening from her warm-up with Sister Anne, she bent over and backed up until my cock slid effortlessly into her silken cunt. "Oh yes, Katherine! You were sooo right! Large enough to fill, but not to hurt!" she said as she reached behind herself and guided me by the hips, in and out, in and out. Following her lead, I thrust my hips forward as she leaned back, our bodies bumping together, before separating and coming together again. I reached around her and gabbed onto her ample round breasts, kneading them as I held on to her, reveling in the tight wetness of her well lubricated pussy. "Yes! Pinch them, pull them! Make me cum!" she pleaded as her fingers played with her clit and my swaying ball sac. Grabbing her left nipple, I twisted and pulled it as I slammed into her, our bodies smacking together. "Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes!" she screamed as her cunt gripped and released my cock, bathing it in her essence. Nearly fainting with the force of her orgasm, Marie fell forward, rolling on the floor, clutching her still spasming pussy. "Oh, thank you Father!" she panted, bringing her soaked fingers up to her mouth and tasting herself. "You have some very serious work to do, Father. Come with me!" Sister Katherine said, grabbing my hand and leading me through the crowd. We walked to the far end of the room. The area was dominated by a heavy wooden table and a life size statue of Christ, his hands raised in blessing. In front of the statue was one of the nuns, who, when she stepped away, revealed an unproportionately large phallus jutting straight out from the statues loins. The detail of the wooden carving was simply amazing! The crown was made of a different wood species, complete with a vertical slit where its piss hole would be. The shaft itself had bulging veins carved into its length and its testicles, the size of small oranges, had wrinkles painstakingly carved into each. It was soaked with the oils from the nun who just left. Katherine, crossed herself, knelt down and licked the juice slickened head before stretching her mouth over the crown, slurping up the sweet salty syrup. Pulling off, and kissing the head again, she made the sign of the cross and led me to the corner where several nuns were lavishing kisses on a young girls breasts cheeks and pussy. "This is Sister Clarissa. She turned eighteen recently, and she wishes to join the convent. We are all here this evening to welcome her into our order." Katherine said. "She is a virgin. No foreign objects of any kind, other that our fingers have been inside her. She is to be had tonight by you, the mayor, and the monsignor. Then she will be one of us, devoted to her parishioners by day, and to the delights of the flesh by night." I looked down at the girl. She seemed to be average in height, fair skinned, curly red-orange hair that topped her head and covered her pussy, freckles that covered her cheeks, throat and upper chest, and small, but full young breasts, tipped by large nipples. I could see anticipation and fear in her green eyes. Crouching down beside her, I gently told her who I was and that I was honored to be her first. "I will do whatever I can to make this as pleasurable as possible Sister." Indicating that she wanted me to pick her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and said, "Thank you Father. I'm looking forward to it" Rising with her in my arms, I carried her to the table, setting her down on her back, knees bent, legs slightly spread. Walking to the foot of the table, I placed my hands on her knees, pushing them out and down, exposing her young, damp, virgin pussy. The warm, pink flesh was bedewed with her juices. I smiled as I bent forward, breathing in her natural perfume. Extending my tongue, I licked from her sphincter to her clit, her bush tickling my nose as I tasted her for the first time. I feathered her clit with my tongue, teasing the nib to prominence, peeking out from under its fleshy hood. Murmuring, she pressed her hips toward my face, as my tongue delved deep into the soft folds of her virgin pussy. "Take me, please, Father. I am ready." she whispered. Standing up, I pressed the swollen head of my cock against her puffy, orange fringed pussy lips. Pushing forward, I felt her maidenhead, and stopped momentarily, looking into her innocent face. Smiling, she nodded her consent, silently telling me to go ahead, changing her life forever. I lunged forward, feeling her maidenhead give way, as my manhood sunk deep inside her to the point where our hairs intermingled. She gasped from the pain, squirming underneath me. I held still, allowing her to get over the initial shock, my gaze alternating from the juncture of our two bodies to her face, and back again. Mother Superior appeared by her side, kissed the tears away and whispered, "Welcome my child." and, swiping her finger through her freshly fucked pussy, made the sign of the cross on the young girls forehead before offering Clarissa a taste of the cum coating her fingers. Turning to me, Mother Superior repeated the process, signing my forehead, then ordered me to finish fucking the young girl, "You are blazing the path that the Mayor and Monsignor are to follow." Then, smiling wickedly, she added. "Then you are to seek me out! I've heard a great deal about how well you service my girls here." Becoming accustomed to the thick, hard cock lodged inside, Sister Clarissa began moving her hips, making my shaft slide in and out in short strokes. Getting the hint, I began to push in and out of her tight cunt with long, slow strokes, feeling the warmth of her velvet pussy as it caressed my cock. My balls bumped her ass as we picked up speed. Clarissa began to babble and moan about how good it felt having a cock inside her. Reaching down I tickled her clit as my dick pistonned in and out of her tight wet hole. "Ohh! Ohh! Oh my God! Ohh! Ohh!" she screamed as her first orgasm swept over her. Her cunt gripped and released and gripped and released its hold on my penis as she nearly fainted from the intensity. As her body began to relax, I let go, grunting loudly as my seed coated the walls of her cunt. Pulling out, my cock was coated with a pink froth. Her cum, my sperm, and the blood from her ruptured hymen, dripped slowly down the crack of her ass, onto the sacrificial table. Two nuns stepped up, one dropping to her knees and engulfing my drooping cock, the other between Clarissa's legs, cleaning her up as well. As I stepped back, the Mayor took my place, rubbing the fat blunt tip of his prick against the swollen lips of Clarissa's ravaged cunt, before shoving his member deep inside her. It slid in easily, greased by Clarissa's orgasmic juices and my sperm. The Mayor placed his hands on the young girls breasts, squeezing them as he rode her hard and deep, stretching her pussy with his fat cock. The nun who had licked the fuck juices from my cock remained at my feet , wrapping her breasts around my shaft and sliding it up toward her face, kissing the head as she tit-fucked me to hardness as I watched Clarissa being ravished my the Mayor. Clarissa, writhing under his assault , was working up to another orgasm as the short, fat, man replaced his hands with his lips, sucking voraciously on the nipples of the young nun, biting and sucking the young orbs. She cried out again as she felt his organ spitting its contents inside her, his grunts muffled by her chest. Panting as he pulled his deflating penis from her, the Mayor stepped aside, attended to by another nun, just as I had been. Taking his place at the foot of the altar was Monsignor Farrell. He stepped forward pushing his monstrous prick inside the girl, whose legs were now pressed against her chest. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside her, his girth stretching her, his cock completely filling her. The nun who had been caressing my manhood with her breasts, took my hand and led me to the Mother Superior, who had been watching the ravishment of her latest novice with great interest. "Show me what you can do, Father." she said, spreading her legs and indicating that I was to lick her pussy. I was relieved and excited to know that I was not the only member of the clergy to succumb to carnal cravings. "If course Sister Theresa." I answered. Eager to please, I pressed my face into the well fucked folds of her womanhood, tasting the leftovers from her tryst with the Monsignor. Paying particular attention to her prominent clit, I soon had her moaning with pleasure as my lips caressed the tender flesh and my tongue teased the sensitive tip. Grabbing my head and pulling me into her, she ground her pelvis against my face as she began her ascent to another orgasm. My left hand reached up and grabbed hold of her ample breast, kneading the abundant flesh and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand slid up under her buttocks and I slid three fingers deep inside her cum filled cunt. Moaning loudly she urged me to continue my assault, using my whole fist. Slowly my hand sunk deeper and deeper within until I was wrist deep in her birth canal, churning the cum and honey within to a frothy white. Her grip on my head intensified and my hand felt the muscled walls of her cunt pulsate as she orgasmed, singing out, "Yes! Oh God Yes! Make me cum!" As her violent orgasm subsided, I was able to extricate my hand from inside her, covered from fingertips to wrist with a generous coating of her sweet juices. Grabbing my hand she licked the elixir from my fingers before asking me to masturbate on her. Using the hand that had just been inside her, I stroked slowly, standing over her as she stared intently at my penis and swaying testicles as it slid through my fist. It became rapidly evident that I was approaching an orgasm of my own when Mother Superior told me she wanted to taste me. Opening her mouth directly underneath the shiny head, she waited for me to lose control. Stroking faster, wanting to please her, I finally grunted, squeezing the shaft and feeding three healthy squirts of cum onto her tongue. Wordlessly, she smiled, the semen running out of her mouth, down her chin and onto the upper slopes of her pendulous breasts. Two nuns rushed to her lapping up the warm white cream from her breasts as Sister Theresa pulled me down to her and kissed me deeply, sharing my cum as her sperm laden tongue snaked in and out of my mouth. Just then, the room was filled with a great roar as Monsignor completed the defloration of Sister Clarissa. His copious discharge leaked out beside his rampant cock, soaking the altar with a mixture of her juices and his. Leaning over her, he began licking up the oozing mixture bringing the young girl to yet another mind shattering orgasm. She lay panting, near exhaustion, as the old priest lifted his cum covered face from her gaping, oozing pussy. "Now for the final act!" he said, indicating that several of us pick up the limp body of the young girl. Carrying her over, legs spread, to the statue, he had her impaled on the wooden phallus, swaying her slight frame back and forth, stretching her young cunt even further, while we played with her nipples and clit, bringing her to a final, screaming orgasm. Dismounting the quivering girl and laying her on the altar, we each took turns blessing the young novices pussy with gentle, probing kisses, followed by a blessing of the statues appendage, licking the dregs of the evenings wanton acts from the wooden penis. Monsignor Farrell turned to me and said, "Now you are forever one of us, a servant of God by day, and a slave to this by night." pointing to the wet, hairy crotch of Sister Theresa. Then he turned and left with Mother Superior, retiring to her quarters, undoubtedly for further debauchery. The Mayor took Magdalene to the guest quarters, leaving me with Katherine and four other nun's all vowing to take good care of me for the balance of the night.