The Priest Ch. 04

The Priest

Chapter 04

Author's note: Thanks to KS as always.

"Oh my fucking Christ that's great! Oh fuck me, you bastard, fuck me hard and deep!"

Mrs. Joan Price flung her head back and screamed, as I did exactly that. Sweat flew from my forehead all over the place, some of it landing on her equally sweaty back. We had been fucking in various positions without a rest for forty minutes. She had cum twice -- I was getting close, but still was not quite there. My cock was as big and hard as it ever was and swelling slowly, but the explosion was still a couple of minutes away.

"Fuck, you're a great screw!" I bellowed, as I hammered into her. I was surprised she didn't complain about how hard I was gripping her hips as I did her doggie.

"Oh yes, oh yes. Oh yes!" she shouted, her head was falling forward as her mighty chest collapsed onto the bed. I knew both her tits were red and marked from where I had mauled them, when she was riding me.

And then suddenly, I was there.

"Oh Christ, I'm cumming!" I howled.

"Oh yes, cum in my hairy-fucking-cunt! Fill me with your holy cum!"

"Oh yes, I'm there!" I yelled, and held myself deep in her, as I let go several spurts of cum deep inside her.

She fell flat, as my spurts ended. I went with her and lay on top of her, my still-half-hard cock inside, until she croaked that I was too heavy.

Slowly, I lifted myself off and fell down beside her. We both lay on our stomachs for several minutes before our breathing became something closer to regular. She moved first, slowly rolling onto her left side.

"What the fuck I have been missing all these years!" she breathed, with a grin on her face.

I remembered this was the same woman, who two weeks ago, came to where I lived, threatening to tell the bishop that I had raped her daughter. I had not -- it had been entirely consensual. It had taken my housekeeper's fingering of Mrs. P. both to convince her, and to release the truth she was a fuck-hungry woman, who had denied herself for years. So since then, she had tried to make up for all that time by screwing me senseless every chance she had.

As I was her priest, this would seem a bit weird, until you knew I, myself, had discovered the joys of sex a month ago and wanted myself to fuck my way through the rest of my life.

With an effort, I rolled on to my back. Mrs. P. immediately lifted my left arm and put it round her, as she snuggled next to me. Her left hand closed gently around my stiffening cock and began to wank me gently.

"Bloody hell!" she said in awe. "Do you never get soft?"

"Haven't for the last month," I laughed gently, "ever since Mrs. K. got to me."

"Is she a better fuck than me?" Mrs. P. asked quietly, making her stroking even slower and firmer. My cock responded, getting to its full length and hardness within seconds.

"Different," I gasped. "Every fuck is different."

"And how many have you fucked now?" she asked, as her head slid down my torso and her lips closed gently over my cock-head.

"Oh Jesus!" I groaned. "I'm not sure, to be honest."

The next few minutes heard no words, just groaning from me, sucking and slurping sounds from Mrs. P. She didn't deepthroat me, as she didn't like doing it. But when you could use your mouth, lips and tongue that well, who needed deepthroat?

With a plop, she slid me out of her mouth.

"Will you cum soon?"

"Not for a while," I breathed, "the second time always takes longer."

"Oh goodie." She smiled and moved to sit astride me. As she did, I glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. "Oh hell, I'm sorry but I don't have time. I have to pick up the Mother Superior in twenty minutes. I'm driving us to the weekend get-together."

"Weekend fuck-fest, you mean." She laughed, and sank her whole cunt down my length, and started to bounce hard and fast, up and down.

"I haven't got the time," I pleaded half-heartedly, even as my hips began to react.

"So fuck me fast, you bastard!" she growled into my ear, and then screamed as I did exactly that. Gripping her hips again, I rammed in and out as fast as I could.

The squelching sound from her soaked pussy filled the room, along with our shouts and exclamations. She came once in a flood and then again, as I filled her a second time.

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Forty minutes later, I was behind the wheel of the convent's BMW. This convent didn't believe in poverty. All the sisters in it lived well. And fucked for Europe. I had found out it was the straight version of the sisters of divine joy. The original had and was an order for lesbians. As it went on, the leaders realised some sisters wanted real cock, and not just the strap-on version. So the theology had been adapted to embrace straight and bisexual women.

Like the original order, they did good work in the community. The only difference between them and an ordinary order was that they believed genuine, religious ecstasy could only be gotten through the sexual act. And they were very good at it.

That is why during a conversation about the weekend we were going to, the Mother Superior Sister Jane casually reached over in mid-sentence and lifted my cassock until my hard cock was visible. Then without stopping talking, her head dropped until speech was rendered impossible as her mouth was full of my erection.

"Oh. Yes!" I groaned, as I did my best to keep my mind on the road.

"Oh that's great!" This voice was not mine. It came from Sister Emma. She was sprawled on the back seat, her habit rucked up over her waist as she plunged three fingers quickly in and out of her very hairy clam. She was coming with us for the experience of a diocese conference, and cumming with us for this experience starting now!

Jane was a very good giver of head and used her fingers, tongue and mouth to give me an amazing job. I was breathing and swearing hard, and finally had to give up, pulling into a lay-by.

"I want to fuck you!" I growled, lifting Mother Superior's head up. She smiled and quickly got out. Sister Emma moved as quickly. Being a summer night in July, it was still very warm and light. We moved quickly into the trees and bushes on the edge of the lay-by. We found a clear area a couple of minutes in.

Without a word, both nuns got down in doggie position. I grinned at both gleaming white bums and bushes sticking out between their thighs. I went for age first, and thrust hard into Jane's wet, hot cunt. I banged her hard, holding her in place for a couple of minutes before moving across to Emma.

Her pussy was a lot tighter, but just as hot and wet. She groaned deeply as I slid gently into her taking three thrusts to get my full length inside. I came back slowly, and she pushed back with me. We kept that slow steady rhythm for five minutes.

"What about me?" came a plaintive voice from our right. Looking across, the Mother Superior was naked pulling hard on her tits.

"I can help with that!"

Jane and I turned to find a young man in his early twenties, standing there, cock out and in hand. Mother Superior gasped, when she saw his length and girth. He was very impressive:

"Oh yes, please!" she moaned.

The squelching sounds which assailed my ears, as our young friend impaled the Mother Superior, made my own cock throb inside Emma.

She must have felt this and urged me on, "Fuck me hard and fast! Fuck me, please!"

As she wailed this, I suddenly went into overdrive, gripping her hips to hold her steady. Glancing over, the same was happening next door. For the next ten minutes, the air was full of flesh on flesh, moaning, groaning, and searing.

"Shit, I'm cumming!" our young interloper suddenly shouted. His cock was then suddenly visible and in a second, long streams of thick cum erupted and sprayed the Mother Superior over her back and head.

I came thirty seconds later, and following my neighbour's example, I withdrew too, but exploded my juice over Emma's hairy minge.

The four of us took a couple of minutes to get our breath back.

"Thanks for that," our young friend breathed. "A very nice surprise." He smiled and was gone.

Before we got back into the car, Emma cleaned a lot of cum off Jane's back with her tongue. The Mother Superior went to reciprocate on Emma's very sticky bush, but Emma declined, saying she wanted to feel my cum drying on her.

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Forty-five minutes later, we were at the hotel. Our bishop believed in comfort for his meetings. The hotel was definitely four stars. My room was very comfortable with a double bed and a big bathroom. The shower was large enough for two people to fit in it and indulge in some fun. The thought was still in my mind when there was a knock at my door. The Mother Superior was standing there.

"I want to freshen up before mass and dinner, but my shower does not seem to be working..." She left the sentence hanging.

Without a word, I let her in, and closed the door. Her habit was up and over her head in a second, and she was in the bathroom turning on the shower. I followed quickly.

"Could you soap me up, please?" she asked, as innocently as her sexy leer would allow.

I obliged. By the time I finished, her body was covered in a film of suds and her moaning and writhing gave away how much I had focused on her big tits and getting my soapy fingers deep inside her cunt.

"Oh shit," she growled. "I wanted to do the same to you, but am too fucking horny now!"

All she managed was to soap my cock before turning to face the wall, leaning her hands against it, and thrusting her arse out. Gripping her soapy tits in each hand and squeezing them hard as she liked, I let her feed my rigidity into her twat. The soap and her wetness made it an almost frictionless fuck.

The shower was soon shaking to the force of our screw. Her body banged the wall with each thrust, which she accompanied with a loud moan and expletive. I joined her in expression and passion, especially when she reached under me and first fondled then squeezed my balls.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I groaned.

Instantly, she pulled away and dropped to her knees. She sucked and wanked me, until with a grunt, I came. She directed the stream all over her tits and tummy.

We dried off quickly and moved to the bed.

"We've got ten minutes before we need to get dressed and go downstairs, so go down on me now!"

She had her arse at the edge of the bed and lay back, legs spread. Her pubic hair was fluffy after the shower, but still smelt of her. I rubbed my face all over it before eating her out to a screaming cum.

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The mass was a lovely thing. I still enjoyed the spiritual side of my life, despite becoming a fuck addict. Dinner was also lovely. The food and wine were excellent and the conversation about the diocese and religious matters flowed freely. I had begun to think only me, and my two companions were going to spend a lot of the time on our respective backs.

This changed when the bishop, a priest, and a nun joined us for coffee and liqueur after dinner. I had heard rumours about the bishop. He confirmed them after five minutes.

"I think we should go to your room for a private session about the convent, Mother Superior. Perhaps, Father Simon, you should give some private spiritual time to our young sister, and Father Peter, you could explain your work to the Mother Superior, here."

The sensual smile on his face, which was returned by everyone else, told the truth of what was about to happen.

The Mother Superior Sister Mary with me, confirmed the truth, coming out of the bathroom naked where she had gone to the loo as soon as we had entered my room. She was another ordinary fifty-year-old woman with an ordinary fifty-year-old body, that was spotty, wrinkled and hairy. The only unusual feature was her massive cunt. As well as being ridiculously hairy, her lips were massive as was the cunt hole, itself. She begged me to fist her first, and my fist disappeared with no problem at all. She squirted twice during my fisting.

When I lay on my stomach to eat her, I could not get my mouth around her entrance. Almost my whole face was engulfed by her huge cunt. She squirted again, during, and at the end of my oral ministrations.

"I will need to sleep with you tonight," I said, as I got her on her hands and knees, and entered her from behind. "You've fucking soaked my bed!"

"That's nothing," she groaned. "Wait 'til you fuck me!"

Despite how big her cunt was, she still felt remarkably tight as I screwed her. We lasted a good half-an-hour before she came. And this was amazing. As she screamed and went stiff, a power jet of cum exploded from her. And it kept coming for at least two minutes, jet after jet of cum exploded all over me. I had enough time to get under her and drink and drink. I swallowed huge mouthfuls of her tasty pussy cum, and then moved so it was spraying over my chest, cock and balls. By the time she went out like a light, the bed felt more like a swimming pool.

I managed to wake her before she slept deeply, and got to her room. I left my next fuck until the morning, so her bed would get changed quickly.

I made it to early morning mass. Jane and Emma were both there. They looked tired but happy, as did the Bishop who took the service. Breakfast was a lavish affair.

The day was very good. We had lots of workshops and discussions about our community and spiritual work in the diocese. There were about twenty-five of us there, all either priests or nuns. We finally finished about six; there was another service at six-thirty, and then dinner.

There was one sensual episode for me at lunchtime. I was on my way to the dining room when two sisters, one early twenties, and one in her forties, stopped me.

"We wondered father, whether you would prefer to eat us -- oh sorry, eat with us?"

The broad smile on both faces gave away the mistake as not a genuine one.

"Lead the way please, sisters." I smiled back, broadly.

They both giggled. The younger one, whose name was Claire, led the way into their bedroom, and turned immediately to wrap her arms around me and attack my tongue with hers. The older sister -- Paula -- wrapped her arms around my waist and fondled my cock through my cassock.

A minute later, we were all naked on the bed. Both of my seducers had big tits and very hairy cunts. They started on my nipples taking one each in their mouths. When they had bitten and licked them so much that I was panting, their hands moved down to start work on my private area. One soft hand stroked and manipulated my rampant cock, while another fondled and stroked my balls.

By the time one tongue was licking my shaft and the other was lathering my bollocks, I was thrusting my hips up, begging for them to make me cum.

After several minutes of torture, they moved again. Claire moved up to straddle my chest and pulled my face into her steamy, hairy twat and ordered me to bring her off, and Paula sank her equally wet and hairy clam down my shaft in one movement.

Claire writhed and Paula bounced, as we noisily fucked each other. I brought my fingers into play and found Claire's G-spot. She screamed and soaked my face. When she rolled off, I pulled hard on Paula's tits, which made her cum just as loudly. I came as she did.

We rested for a couple of minutes, then they were moving again. Paula moved up to sit against the headboard, and put a pillow under her bottom. Claire smiled and lay in front of Paula's thick, matted bush.

I watched her helping herself to her own creampie, for only as long as it took me to wank myself to hardness again. As soon as I was, I lifted Claire's bum into the air and impaled her.

She grunted into Paula's cunt, who held her head firmly in place, and began to fuck her face with her cunt. Paula came first this time.

"Fuck me hard, you bastard!" Claire panted and tried to push back against me.

I let her a couple of times, and then grabbed her to hold her still. The slapping of my tummy against her arse at break-neck speed seemed to be very loud. Claire was babbling incoherently by the time she squirted, and I sprayed my cum over her pussy.

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Dinner was even better the second evening. It had been six courses and I think we were all a little intoxicated by the time coffee was served. I was contemplating a very nice night of rampant sex with both Jane and Emma.

When Jane came to me, she whispered, "We are all invited to the Bishop's room."

I looked quizzically at her, and the look of raw sex on her face gave me my answer. I smiled back and pushed my chair away from the table.

The Bishop had a suite on the top floor, which had a living room and a bedroom, both quite large. When we arrived, the other people present were the Bishop, Father John, Emma, Sister Mary and sisters Claire and Paula. No one was drinking. The air was full of sexual tension.

"Welcome!" the Bishop said warmly to us. "Please, could you put the 'do-not-disturb' sign on the door, and lock it."

I did as requested. When I turned back into the room, the Bishop had already removed his cassock. I had heard rumours he was well endowed, but even I gasped at what must have been fourteen inches of massive thick, hard cock that ran up his stomach.

"Oh fuck, I want that!" Emma blurted out, and taking her habit off, dropped to her knees. Seconds later, her slurping sounds filled the room.

Soon, there were other slurping and licking noises. Both Father John and I had our respective cocks engulfed in the warm, wet mouths of Claire and Paula.

Jane and Mary got into a passionate sixty-nine. Both John and I came after five minutes of excellent cock-eating. I emptied myself into Claire's willing mouth, while John sprayed Paula's tits. Jane and Mary came very soon afterwards, with Jane squirting all over Mary's face and chest.

The exception was the Bishop and Emma. Emma had not managed to get more than a third of the Bishop's huge member down her throat.

"He takes a fuck-of-a-long time to cum!" Mary offered. "Let's get fucking and see what we can do then."

We arranged ourselves. I lay on the couch with Jane on my cock, and Mary on my face. The Bishop lay down on the floor with Emma on his face and Paula groaning loudly as she sank herself halfway down his shaft. That left Emma and Father John. Emma had enjoyed him earlier and clearly loved his action as she began screaming as soon as he entered her doggie-style.

Mary's twat was wonderfully hairy, wet and smelly. As I delved my tongue inside, I came away with that starchy taste. She must have fucked someone during lunch. As she knew what I had found, she gasped John had had her. Meantime, Jane was reintroducing herself to my prick, slowly riding me in the way she knew I loved. I could see nothing from where I was, but I clearly heard Paula crying how full she was and Emma shouting her joy.

Mary came with a cry on my face, and due to the work of my finger on her G-spot, squirted again. When she fell off, Jane came forward and thrust one of her huge tits into my mouth to be bitten quite hard, while I thrust fast into her. She was very wet and squelching noises were very noticeable. She came after five minutes and collapsed on top of me.

The screams and shouts of Emma, Paula and Claire told me all had reached their peak.

"The bastard still hasn't cum," Paula suddenly announced to the room. We all looked and stared with amazement at the Bishop's prick. It glistened with Paula's juice, but no tell-tale white stuff. It was just as hard and proud as when we had started.

"Perhaps another mouth would do it," the Bishop said, and to my shock, looked straight at me.

"What about you, Peter? Have you sucked cock before?"

I shook my head, but the stirrings of my own cock made me think I would not entirely object.

"First time for everything then." The Bishop smiled, and got up on the couch. He sat with his arse right at the edge, legs wide apart, and balls hanging over the cushion. Keeping his gaze locked on me, he started to very slowly wank his mammoth weapon.

I moved without thinking. I found myself on my knees between his legs. Without thinking about it, I took both balls into my mouth and sucked.

"Oh yes, that's good!" the Bishop breathed, and then groaned, as I replaced my mouth with my tongue and gave both massive spheres a good slathering.

"Now use that tongue on my cock," he demanded, leaning back into the couch and letting go of himself.

I obeyed. I licked very slowly up the whole huge length again, again, and again. Occasionally, I stopped to flick his crown.

"Oh fuck, that's great!" he exclaimed.

I kept that up for a few minutes. Then, without warning, he moved forward, gripped my head with his hands and planted my mouth on his cock-head before leaning back again and thrusting upwards. I choked as half of his enormous girth filled my mouth, but could not move as he kept a gentle but firm hold of my head, while he face-fucked me.

Over the next fifteen minutes, I learnt all about what women went through when they deepthroated. All the gobbling and slurping sounds they made were not for effect. When someone was trying to shove something fourteen-inches long down your throat, you had to do a fuck-of-a-lot-of-work to accommodate it.

The Bishop certainly seemed to appreciate my efforts.

"Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! Oh my fucking Christ!" were constant refrains. His bucking hips gradually got faster and faster, until he was banging my mouth.

Despite my best efforts, my throat started to hurt. As it did, I suddenly felt him swell in my mouth.

"Oh fucking shit, I'm cumming!" He bellowed so loud, they would hear him downstairs.

"Watch it!" Mary suddenly said. "He can fill a swimming pool!"

A second later, I understood. His first explosion filled my mouth and then his second, third and fourth. By that time, I could swallow no more and pulled my mouth away. His fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth spurt, all the same power, hit me on my face and on my torso when I angled him downwards. He finally finished on his tenth effort.

There was a muted applause from the room.

"That was fucking awesome!" Mary said, in reverence. "I have never made him cum just with my mouth."

I didn't add he had been in a mouth and cunt before me. I collapsed onto my back.

Emma, Claire and Paula were then instantly starting to lick up the cum that was covering my top half. Emma decided that the best place to do this from was impaled on my cock which was like steel by now.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming!" she screamed, after only a couple of minutes of bouncing on me. Claire followed and again did not last that long. I vaguely wondered what they had been doing, but the cum that frothed at their entrances and was matted into their cunt hair, told me they must have had time with Father John. Then It was Paula's turn on me. She decided that initially slow and sensual was the way, which I appreciated.

We fucked quite gently for a few minutes before she matter-of-factly instructed me to fuck her brains out. I moved in behind and did exactly that. Looking around, I saw Claire and Emma getting pummelled with strap-ons by Jane and Mary. The Bishop was still slumped on the couch, but started a slow wank on his quickly stiffening prick. Before we all came, Paula pulled off the strap-on and straddled the Bishop again. This time, he did cum quickly and it seemed to be almost the same quantity, given the amount of cum that flowed from Paula's ravaged cunt, as Claire did her best to clean her.

It was gone two o'clock in the morning on my watch when we left. Emma came with me, Jane stayed with the Bishop, and Claire and Paula left with Mary. Emma and I were too shagged out to do anything that night. When we woke up though, with me and my morning stiffy and Emma wet as a badger, we indulged before mass and breakfast.

We worked until lunchtime, which was another great feed. As we finished, Jane told us she was going to stay with the Bishop.

"You will be as sore as shit tomorrow," Emma said, with a bit of a worried look on her face. "He's so fucking big!"

"I have had all weekend with him before," the Mother Superior assured her, "but I do have to have few days off afterwards. So, you will have to find other pussies to put your cock in!" She laughed, looking at me.

"He's got one!" Emma said, quickly.

Emma made good on this promise as we got towards the lay-by we had stopped at on the way there.

"Let's stop there again and you can fuck me?"

We found the same spot. I remembered I had a blanket in the back of the car. We both got naked in the warm sun. Emma lay on her back, spreading her legs wide and high. Even that movement of opening her cunt wide, still left a lot of hair over her lips. Before fucking, I could not resist rubbing my face into her lovely hairiness. I do love hairy cunts. I licked and sucked but not for long.

"I want to be fucked not eaten!" Emma protested.

I smiled and got on top. She groaned in relief as I filled her and pushed back hard. We altered speed, depth and tempo over the next few minutes. Emma came once and was on her way to her second cum, as I held her by the ankles and hit her G-spot.

"From behind!" she groaned.

I had just entered her again, when we both heard a loud gasp. Looking to our left, we found a middle-aged woman, with huge floppy tits and a very hairy cunt, watching us. We could judge her tits and pussy as her knickers were around her ankles and her bra was pulled down.

Her face registered shock, as she saw us looking at her.

She tried to take her hand from her cunt, but before she could, Emma said, "Bring that here and I can eat it while he fucks me!"

The woman was still for a couple of seconds, then grinned. She was naked in a moment, her huge tits flopping even more as she got in front of Emma and pulled her head into her forest.

Emma was a good pussy eater, and soon had our voyeur making all kinds of appreciative sounds. She came quite quickly and sank down to her haunche,.

"Cum inside her!" Emma turned to me.

Our guest heard, and fell down on her back, on the other half of the blanket. She pulled her legs high and back.

"Oh yes, you bastard! Fill my fucking cunt with your cum!"

I obliged. She made a lot of noise about our coupling, and came twice before I came. I had also found her G-spot, and her cum was a jet. Emma went in for cleaning duties on both of us before our guest got tiredly to her feet.

"Best walk for the dog I have had in ages!" She smiled at us. "Thank you for making an old woman very happy!" And she walked off.

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It was just after four o'clock when I got home after dropping Emma at the convent. As I got my bag out of the back, I suddenly felt totally drained. The weekend of good, hard work and even better, hard fucking had suddenly caught up with me. For the first time since we fucked, I hoped Sanita was either not at home, or not randy. I knew the latter was not possible, but hoped I could at least put her off until I had slept. Fortunately, she was not in. I was asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow.

I awoke gradually. The first thing to stir me was the feeling of weight on the bed; first on my left, then my right. When there was nothing else, I drifted back. I was brought more awake, not sure how much later, when I felt something wet and soft moving on my right nipple and on the head of my cock. I groaned in pleasure and just enjoyed the sensations for a couple of minutes. Then I let out a cry as my right nipple was bitten quite hard, and a wet, warm mouth slid down the length of my then-hard cock. My eyes flicked open.

Sanita had her mouth on my cock, and Joan's mouth was clamped to my nipple.

"What time is it?" I croaked.

There was a soft plop as Sanita let my cock slip from her mouth. "Eight o'clock. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. We are your alarm clock."

I sighed, as her mouth went back to work. At the same moment, Joan got onto her hands and knees, to reach across me to take my left nipple into her mouth. As she bit, she took my right hand and brought it up to her hairy snatch. As I eased a finger inside, I realised she was sopping wet. I guessed she and Sanita had been keeping themselves occupied before coming in to see me.

We indulged for a few minutes, before I had to admit defeat. "Sorry, ladies, but I'm totally fucked out. Can we wait 'til after dinner?"

They both laughed and nodded.

We talked over dinner about the weekend. It turned out Sanita had been to weekends with the Bishop at his house. She had fucked everyone I had this weekend, plus other sisters from the convent, other lay people, and other priests.

"Bloody hell, that's amazing!" Joan said. "Can you get me an invitation?"

"There is one in a month, I think. I will make sure you and your cunt are there. We will have to get in a lot of practise before we go." As she spoke, Sanita slid her hand up inside Joan's dressing gown.

The sigh she let out told me where Sanita's fingers were.

We watched some telly before heading up. They sat on either side of me. They very gently and sensitively worked on me with their fingers, mouths and tongues. So even despite my exhaustion, I was at full mast and ready to go again, even if at a slower pace by the time we got to bed.

Joan sat against the bed head. Sanita got on her hands and knees and started to lick Joan's rampant bush. I slid gently into Sanita's hairy heaven, and she gently pushed back. It was the slowest and most gentle fuck we had. It lasted a long time and we both came without me speeding up much at all. Joan joined us.

After a rest, during which Joan used a very skillful mouth to coax me for a final time that weekend, we reversed positions. Joan cleaned Sanita's cunt of my cum, while I fucked her just as gently and slowly. Just as I felt my orgasm coming, Joan asked me to cum on her bum, which I did. Joan left shortly afterwards. Sanita told me she and Joan had been as rampant as I had been this weekend, but would tell me the details later in the week; we both slept deeply that night.

I was still too tired to fuck hard the next morning, so Sanita and I enjoyed each other through a slow and gentle sixty-nine.

I had a few things to do in the community all day, so it was in the late afternoon when I got home. Sanita was sitting, drinking coffee at the kitchen table. I became aware immediately of that flushed look on her face and a smell in the air that told me she had not spent the whole afternoon on domestic chores.

She smiled, as I sat down, and went to make me a coffee. She put it down in front of me, then standing next to me, lifted her sari slowly up until it was over her waist and ample tummy. The bleachy smell of a cum-filled cunt hit me hard as I gazed at her bush, with globs of cum all over it and streaks of cum down her thighs. I looked questioningly up at her.

"The gardener Mr. King had an apprentice with him. He told me he was a virgin."

"He isn't now?" I asked, smiling.

"Doubly not!" she laughed back and dropped her sari down. "Just thought I might encourage you for later, as I suppose you are still knackered now."

"I am," I said, then grinned. "But, I think I'll be okay by tonight."

Sanita grinned. "Better not tire you out too much though, with the Bishop and Mother Superior visiting tomorrow."

I choked on a mouthful of coffee. "What?"

"They rang earlier. There are points out of the weekend they want to discuss more with you."

Sanita's smile told me there would be more, of course.

We had a companionable dinner and went in to watch television. Sanita said she was going to the toilet.

"It would be nice if you come back naked," I said, running my hand up under the back of her sari, and squeezing her ample arse. Sanita giggled, and left the room. I had my clothes off and was wanking when she came back in. Her full, overweight, hairy body still did wonderful things to me every time I saw it.

I smiled and got up offering the couch to her. We kissed briefly and she sat. I got to my knees and spread her legs. Lifting her right leg, I sucked her toes and licked her feet. She squirmed and breathed hard.

"Oh that's great. No one has ever done that to me. It is a real turn-on!"

Grinning, I did the same to her left leg. Then I ran my tongue very slowly up the inside of each hairy thigh. There was not much soft, flawless skin there as beloved by porn stories and films, but the hard, spotty skin was just as randy to me.

By the time I breathed in Sanita's scent, with her hair tickling my face, she was breathing hard and her hips had started a gentle, constant bucking motion as they did when they were taking my cock.

"Oh, that was lovely!" she sighed, bending down to kiss me long on the mouth. "Where did you learn that?"

"Porn is good for some things," I answered. "Like this!" I bent my head to start my cunt worship, but paused, as I marvelled for the hundredth time at how fantastically hairy Sanita's cunt was.

The treasure trail from her belly button over her roll of fat was not thin, but as thick as her actual pussy hair into which it disappeared. Her hair was so thick and curly that no sign of skin was visible. The thickness carried down right over her cunt lips. Individual tufts of hair sprung up, one almost directly over where her clit was and others around the opening to her pussy. In this very aroused state, you could not see her lips, so dense was the forest. You could not tell the difference between the bush and her bikini line. The hair only thinned as it carried on down her thighs.

"Fucking magnificent," I sighed, in total pleasure. This was the kind of hairy pussy I dreamed of, having seen many on porn sites. I was lucky that every woman I had fucked so far was hairy, but especially lucky that my first, and I was realising my favourite, lover was so fucking hirsute.

I also revelled in her fantastic scent. I knew from my other lovers that an aroused pussy smelt the same, but there was something especially strong and pungent about Sanita's. Taking a deep breath of the wonderful aroma, I got to work!

My mouth sucked in a whole lot of hair and sucked hard before releasing. I did this all over her bush 'til it was a soaking mess as she was. Then my fingers and tongue came into play. My fingers gently traced her cunt lips, barely putting any pressure on them at all, as my tongue did a very similar job on her clit.

After a few minutes of that, Sanita was sobbing for me to make her cum. Her legs alternated being lazily wide and high in the air. She was pulling hard on her nipples and tits when I wasn't doing the same.

"Oh. Fuck!" she suddenly shouted, as three of my fingers intruded and began a quick short fingerfucking, while my tongue moved into a fast pace on her clit. She started to buck wildly against me, until I was worried I could not keep in control. So to bring things to a head, my fingers found that rough spot at the top of her cunt and I gently bit her clit. She shouted, went rigid, then squirted. Because I knew what was coming, I moved my mouth down quickly and gulped her juice down.

If you have never tasted female ejaculate, it is not like wee. It tastes like a pussy smell. It tastes like no other liquid you will ever taste.

After the half-a-dozen jets had finished, and I had snaked my thirst, I went back to Sanita's clit.

"Oh, no, please! Too much!"

I relented, but instead, gently entered her with two fingers and started a very slow fingerfuck.

At first, there was no reaction as she recovered from her cum, but after five minutes, her hips started to gently buck again.

"You are fucking insatiable!" Sanita gasped, while her legs spread a little wider.

"I wonder where I got that from?" I grinned back. As I did, I added a third and fourth finger.

"Oh fuck!" Sanita groaned, then looked hard at me. "You're going to fist me."

It was a statement, not a question. I grinned again, and gently slid my thumb in and slowly made a fist. Sanita gasped, then slid further down on the cushions. Her bum was half over the cushion edge then, and her buttocks were in cushion-bouncing rhythm.

I started very slowly, enjoying the squelching noise from a wet, rampant pussy. I loved the look of my arm disappearing into that incredibly hairy hole. I could never quite believe how Sanita could easily take my fist.

"I love you fisting me," Sanita grunted.

I smiled, then without warning, started biting lightly on her nipples and stroking her clit with my thumb, while dramatically increasing the speed of my thrusts.

"Oh shhhiiit!" The 'shit' was a long, drawn-out scream, as her hips bucked high. I started sucking and biting hard on her nipples, as my thumb relentlessly strummed her throbbing clit. Her juice was shooting out of her cunt with every plunge of my fist.

Then she was cumming again and this time, the squirt was endless and the most powerful ever. Sanita's only sounds were screams and her body shuddered.

Even after fifteen minutes rest, I had to help Sanita up to bed. Her voice was very weak, as she told me she had to sleep. I led her. Yes, I was ragingly hard, but I could wait until the morning.

As it happened, the morning came early. I was in the middle of a dream of being blown by a lovely wet, soft mouth, when I realised it was not a dream. Waking up quickly, I saw on the bedside clock it was just five o'clock. Sanita's head was bent low over my cock, the whole length of which, was buried deep. Neither of us said a word until ten minutes later, when I filled her mouth with a lot of cum. I must have been randy last night, as thirty minutes later after a hard shag, I emptied just as much into her cunt, which she let flow out of her during the day, as she showed me with regular uplifting of her sari as I worked in the office.

The flashing happened in the morning as the Bishop and the Mother Superior were coming in the afternoon. Over lunch, I asked Sanita if she was going to clean up before they arrived.

"No. They both love sloppy seconds. In fact, why don't we give them a fresh creampie on top of the older one?"

She was naked before me and lay over the dining table. This had become a regular place for our fucks. She was wet and soft when I entered her, and this time, we went quite slowly for us, feeling and responding to each other's movement. I ran my fingers up and down the side of her body, spending a bit of time on her tits with quick flicks of her clit. Every so often, I bent and licked the back of her neck or her ears.

"I do like our softer fucks!" She sighed.

"Me too!" I breathed, speeding my tempo a little as I spoke. She responded with stronger thrusts of her bottom back into me. Two minutes later, we both came without going any faster.

The doorbell rang with us exactly in that position. We moved slowly, my cock slipping out of her and we were both dressed and slightly flushed. Still, Sanita went to answer the door.

The Bishop and Mother Superior smiled, as they entered the living room. The smell of sex was very present, and the smiles were knowing.

We settled down, while Sanita went to make tea and coffee. Before the Bishop could start though, after the drinks were served, Sanita stood in front of the Mother Superior.

"I wonder, Bishop, whether I could borrow the sister to help me with some cleaning I need doing?"

With her sari up around her waist, both could see the cum-ravaged cunt in front of them, which still leaked cum down each thigh.

"Of course." The Bishop smiled. "We will come and help soon."

The Mother Superior was grinning broadly, as she followed Sanita.

"The Mother has a lot of experience of cleaning." The Bishop smiled.

Then he began to talk about the community and work. I was surprised, as I thought they had only come to fuck, but he was serious. We talked for forty-five minutes on the priorities and what was needed in the parish. By the time he stood up, and pulled his cassock over his head, I was enthused not just about the size of his enormous cock, but the work plan he had outlined.

"I think we should go and see how the cleaning is going."

I smiled and stood up and took my cassock off. My cock was not the size of the Bishop's, but still was impressive at its eight inches. He glanced down then looked back to my face.

"Sit down," he said, quietly.

Again, I was surprised, but did as I was told.

"Spread your legs," he said, as he dropped to his knees.

I obeyed again and my eight inches stood up proudly.

"I want to show you what a blowjob by an expert is." He smiled and leant forward.

The next thirty minutes were amongst the most sexually pleasurable of my life. The Bishop told me later that the best cocksuckers were men, just as the best pussy eaters were women. You had to know what you enjoyed to know how to do it to someone else.

The Bishop certainly did. Not only did his mouth, tongue, teeth, lips and fingers come into play, but his arms, forehead, hair and nipples. All of these were used to caress and stimulate.

He had only been going a few minutes for my arse to be banging up and down and my voice imploring him to make me cum. Remarkably, he did straight away, and then did it again and again. I came three times before he sat back on his haunches, grinning with me, a spent, sweaty mess on the couch.

"Shall we go and see how our friends are doing?" He grinned.

Sanita and the Mother Superior were doing very well. When we entered, Sanita was on all fours getting a truly awesome banging from the strap-on of the Mother. The Bishop and I divided our attentions. I got on my knees to lick and fondle the Mother's arse and pussy, and the Bishop paid attention with fingers and tongue to Sanita's clit and tits. Given the extra stimulation, climaxes were not far away.

After a short rest, the Mother Superior joined Sanita on her knees, as the Bishop and I fucked both of them royally. We kept swapping both partners and positions for as long as we fucked and fucked. The Mother and Sanita each came countless times, and the Bishop and I both came twice. The Bishop unloaded in both women, so by the time they got into a tired sixty-nine to clean each other up, there was lots of cum to consume. We joined them on the bed in our own sixty-nine to clean up our still-hard cocks.

When the Bishop and Mother left, the room stank of sex. Sanita lay on her back, her limbs sprawled out. Looking down, I smiled at what was between her legs. I had never seen her cunt so ravaged. The hole was gaping open and a river of cum was leaking from it. Her hair was matted down with cum and sweat. Knackered though I was, I was down on my tummy between her thighs and gorging on her well-fucked cunt. She breathed in exhaustion, and then proceeded to cum again twice. We both managed one more climax later that night, before we fell asleep, well fucked and content.

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