I don't pull out. I stay buried inside her, my cock still hard, still throbbing, still hungry. Her cunt clenches around me in aftershocks, but I'm not done.
I shift my angle. Pull back just enough to let my cockhead rest at her entrance, then slide up — past her cunt, past the perineum, until the tip presses against her asshole.
She feels it. She tenses.
"Father — "
"Shh." I grip her hips. "Cleansing must be thorough, Sister." I line myself up. And I push.
One thrust. No resistance — just the tight, burning grip of her ass swallowing me whole.
"Alleluja!"
Her scream splits the chapel air. I hold myself deep inside her, letting her feel every inch, letting the stretch burn through her. Her palms scrape against the stone altar. Her breath es in ragged gasps.
Then I start moving.
Hard anal. Brutal. Each thrust drives her forward, her tits sliding against the stone, her moans turning into choked cries. I lean over her and wrap my hand around her throat — not squeezing, just holding, my fingers curled around the front of her neck, a reminder of who owns her.
"You like that, Sister? Being filled in both holes on the same altar?" I'm gasping the words, my rhythm punishing. "First your cunt, now your ass. There's nowhere left that isn't consecrated."
She tries to answer but can't. Her voice is a broken sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob.
I fuck her harder. My hand tightens on her throat — just enough pressure to make her dizzy, to mix pleasure and the edge of fear. Her ass grips me like a vise, the heat incredible, the friction building toward something inevitable.
"e for me, Sister. One more time. e on your Father's cock."
She does. Her body seizes, her ass clenching around me in waves, a long, strangled moan escaping her throat. I feel her orgasm trigger mine — my balls drawing tight, the pressure building, the release crashing through me as I bury myself to the hilt and fill her ass with everything I have.
Thick. Hot. Rope after rope pumping into her, flooding her, claiming her from the inside out.
[Pervy act detected: anal sex (partial undress, roleplay): 1,200 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,700 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in ass (partial undress, roleplay): 600 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350 PDP]
[Katie orgasm: 500 PDP]
I withdraw slowly. My cock slides out of her, slick with cum, and I step back.
Katie stays bent over the altar for a long moment, trembling, her breath loud in the empty chapel. Then her knees give out. She slides down the stone, her ass resting on her calves, cum leaking from both her holes onto the white stockings. Her head is bowed. The coif is still on her head, pristine, absurdly pure above the mess below.
I stand in front of her. My cock is at half-mast, still wet, still glistening.
"Look up, Sister."
She does. Her eyes are glazed, her makeup smudged, her lips parted.
I tap my cock against her lips. "It is time for your munion."
She doesn't hesitate. She opens her mouth and takes me in.
What starts as a cleaning blowjob — slow, worshipful, her tongue lapping the mix of her own juices and my cum from my shaft — quickly turns into something else. She sucks harder. Deeper. Her hands find my hips and pull me forward, taking me to the root, her throat opening to accept me. She bobs her head, her cheeks hollowing, the sound wet and obscene in the silence of the chapel.
I let her work. My knees are already weak. She knows my body better than I do — knows exactly how to angle her mouth, how to curl her tongue, when to suck and when to swallow. She's a virtuoso on her knees.
She pulls back just long enough to breathe, then takes me again, deeper, faster. Her hand cups my balls, massaging, coaxing out every last drop. The pressure builds again — impossible, I have nothing left — but her mouth is relentless, a vacuum, a prayer, a devotion.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cum straight down her throat, pulse after pulse, and she swallows every drop, her eyes locked on mine, her mouth never stopping until I'm empty and shaking and my legs are jelly.
[Pervy act detected: blowjob (partial undress, roleplay): 400 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900 PDP]
She releases me with a soft pop. Wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Smiles up at me.
[Total earned: 10,050 PDP]
[New balance: 56,275 PDP]
I offer her my hand. She takes it, and I pull her to her feet. She wobbles, steadying herself against me, and I hold her until she finds her balance. The habit is still on the floor in a black heap. I pick it up and fold it back into the first garment bag while Katie steps out of the white underwear — the heels, the stockings, the garterbelt, the bra — and slips back into her sundress. She finds the torn panties in my pocket, examines them with a raised eyebrow, and tucks them away with a smirk.
I strip the cassock off and pull my own clothes back on — shirt, pants, boxers. Street clothes. The cassock goes into the same bag as the habit.
By the time she's done, she looks like herself again. Flushed cheeks, smudged makeup, the telltale shine in her eyes — but dressed for the street.
I brush a strand of hair from her face. "You wore that habit better than any real nun ever could."
"Pretty sure that's a sin too."
"Pretty sure counts as a pliment where we're going."
She grins at me. "Hell?"
"I prefer to think of it as the VIP section."
She laughs — that warm, full laugh that made me fall for her in the first place. I take her hand and lead her out of the chapel, into the afternoon light.
We lock the main gate behind us and climb back into the rental, the empty convent at our backs and the afternoon sun warm on our faces. I'll have to buy a car soon. Two cars. One for me, one for Katie — with the school there'll be a lot of back and forth.
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