Father and Mother Superior

chapter 6.

Sister Mary

"Yes, Father." I replied too quickly.
My back aches and my legs are cramping from the tension of my awaiting what might come next. But the discomfort washed away the moment Father Cole's fingers touched my ankle. I went rigid with wanting.
His breath caught with mine as skin made contact with skin.
His hand brought up my dress, and his touch left trails of buzzing electricity in it's wake.
"The Lord blessed us with so many ways that we might atone for our wrongdoings. For we are His children, and we know not what we do."
With that, my dress was pulled away from my ass, and my skin was aflame.
His teeth were on them in moments. I arched my back down and failed at keeping my response quiet.
"Your sounds.. like angels..." Father Cole said quietly from behind me. I don't know if he meant for me to hear, but I could feel his whispers against the arousal at my core. I tensed beneath him, and I felt his hands on me again.
He was.. spreading me wide. My eyes closed of their own accord, and my lip trembled. I let out a purr. He released little breaths, and they found the places I needed him most, sending shivers down my spine.
"Your original penance has obviously left you burdened still. Have these impure sensations lessened at all, my child?"
The neutral tone of his questions made my legs squeeze together noticably, his grip tightening to hold me in place.
"N-no, Father. I am plagued still. Worse even. Please rid me of these evils.." I was quaking. I couldn't keep myself from begging, and shame washed over me again.
His exhale was more of a growl, and he tightened his grip on my hips.
After a moment, his reply came. "I can sense it in you. Do not fear, for our Lord is merciful. I've been sent to free you of these demons, little lamb. Let me speak blessings unto you."
His tongue was on me now.
And I was in heaven. God was real and He sent me Father Cole.
I lifted myself onto my toes and The Father went with me.

The Father's tongue crept slowly up and down over my clit in never-ending loops. The sure movements had a sweet breathy sound coming from behind his artistry. I didn't know how to behave, never having had a servant of God between my legs before. All I knew was that symphony was swelling inside of me. 

His hands pulled me wide, and his exhales and inhales played with my sensitivity like paint strokes on a canvas.  I was an exposed forest fire meeting a blizzard. And Father Cole continued writing a story with his mouth against me. 

He switched to a different pattern as my legs started trembling under his hands. This motion turned my body into a waterfall crashing into a pool of heaven's gates. The tip of his tongue made long and slow circles around my clit, while his fingers started exploring my entrance. My hips buzzed and moved against him. I'd never experienced a touch so utterly delectable, much less as many as the Father was showering me with. 

The sounds pushing against the panties in my mouth escaped in warbled orchestras of gratitude for Father Cole being my salvation. I'm rocking against his mouth now, and his fingers find their way into me slowly. I start melting further into my mattress. My wetness starts descending down the inside of my thighs, but I'm paying it no mind. Instead, I'm pulling at my restraints and pushing back into the Father. This is followed by feeling his fingers hook as they're inside of me. 

An animalistic sound comes from deep within me as Father Cole introduces a harmony to the melody his tongue is spinning against my clit. Around and around, and now in and out too. I feel the music swelling in my belly in wider ripples. They extend outwards, humming, touching me in places the Father is nowhere near. his effects are everywhere.

In and out, he adds another finger and I am so full I think I'm going to catch my room on fire with the flames that radiate from me. I can't keep my body from rocking into his mouth, his fingers, his growling moans as he can feel me start to tighten around him. His rhythm increases ever so slightly, steadily, and in intoxicating typhoons of fervor. 

I start moving faster against the Father, following his lead, crying out passing through my gag. His tongue laps at me incessantly, and the feeling of his pleasure at my responses rumbles into my pussy. I am vibrating, and so is Father Cole. 

"Cum for me, little lamb." The Father growls into my pussy. And I am rolling off of a cliff and falling into him. My entire body spikes into uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. I've lost control of the convulsions running through me, rivulets of pulsations around the Father's fingers. And suddenly his tongue is gone, but his fingers continue rocking my body in time with my climax. I don't notice the sound of his belt or zipper. But in moments he is thrusting into me. Deeper than I knew someone could venture into another person. 

Father Cole growls behind me, pumping into me while his breathing escalates in staccatos. 

I am overcome with a pressure that could shake the Earth. The Father pumps into me with strong, steady stroke, extending and intensifying my orgasm. His hand reaches against my back until his fingers find my throat. And then his grip is pulling me upwards, back towards him. He presses even deeper inside of me, and I can feel the rolling returning. The pleasure is even louder than before, as my breathing almost stops entirely. 

Throbbing inside my pussy, I'm completely silent as the Father fills me up with his girth and hunger. 

"Fuck..." I hear in a guttural swell of sound breathing into my ear. My chest arches forward and the new angle of exposure allows the Father to reach newer and more hidden places of devastatingly sweet forbidden fruit. 

"You wrap around me like Heaven, little lamb."

Father Cole thrust himself into me, reaching around to return lazy circles to my swollen clit.

"Father- I- I- I'm so close- I-" and I could hear him smiling in the darkest shades of lust as my second orgasm completely overcomes me.