A Catholic Fantasy: Part III

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He bit his bottom lip as he, somewhat awkwardly, gathered up his robes, but there was nothing awkward about his hard cock as he revealed it. I felt another throb of arousal from my own dicklett.
"Open your mouth."
He spoke softly, yet it was still so commanding. I again obeyed and he guided his cock between my lips. I certainly didn't need ordering to begin sucking. I did so, gently at first, letting my mouth fill with saliva, getting his cock nice and wet.
He let out a hiss of pleasure, shortly followed by a moan, his head falling back as his eyes closed. I raised my hands and wrapped both around his cock as I worked on the head, sucking harder, rolling my tongue underneath with every stroke. I could already taste him on my tongue, and I groaned, sending rumbles through his cock. He shuddered and gripped the back of my head. It was a silent cue for me to continue, but more.
I dropped a hand, fumbling with my own robes so I could rub my own cock as I took his back further, further, till it was hitting the back of my throat, making me *** and gag.
My mouth was as wet as my cunt, drool escaping my lips, dripping down onto my now naked thighs. I moaned around his cock as I sucked until he ***d it right down my throat. My eyes watered as I looked up at him, my face reddening, my throat desperately trying to dislodge the obstruction, but oh fuck did it feel so good.
When he pulled back I coughed, a thick line of spit connecting his cock still to my mouth. I wasted no time at all in taking it back in between my lips, sucking harder, stroking with my free hand.
Eyes still streaming I looked back up at him. We made eye contact, and I could see in his face that he was close. I was again as well, but there was no way I was letting him finish in my mouth. Oh no.
Suddenly feeling devilishly wicked, I pulled back.
"Fuck me." I whispered, still looking up at him, drool dripping off my chin.
"W-what?"
"Please, fuck me, your grace."
He swallowed, thinking it over for a whole couple of seconds before he pulled me up to my feet, walking me over to one of the barrels. The sacramental wine caskets stored away for some service at a much later date.
He bent me over one, lifting a leg to rest against another one, pushing up my robes again.
He guided his throbbing cock into my hot, wet hole, and we both cried out in unison at the feeling. I'd had him in my mouth only moments before but somehow he was so much thicker than I realised!
I could feel my cunt stretching, learning to accommodate him. He gripped my hips tightly and started fucking me with long, deep strokes, hitting every spot so good.
I had to bury my face in my arms and bite my robes to stop myself from blaspheming, from screaming out the Lord's name. He kept fucking me so deep, the slapping sounds of sex and our gasps of pleasure the only things we could hear until...singing?
I gasped. Service had begun!
I almost thought he would stop, but he only slowed long enough to move a hand to grab my hair and yank my head back.
I moaned as the singing grew louder, the wet slapping of his balls against my cunt, his cock fucking in and out of me. We didn't care if anybody could hear us, and cared even less if anybody discovered us.
He fucked into me faster and faster until, with a loud grunt, I felt him release his load into me, pushing in as deep as he could. My own orgasm came with ***, making my hips buck, my knees tremble. I pushed back against his cock so hard it hurt, but feeling his load coating my walls made me moan again.
We stayed like that until his cock stopped throbbing, and he pulled out of me. He let his robes fall, covering his cunt wet cock, and my own robes covered his come dribbling down my legs as we hurried to gather ourselves and join the service.
He stood at the front of the church, stinking of sweat and sex and my cunt, reading passages from the Holy bible, as I stood with my head bowed, feeling my thighs sticking together with his seed.

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