He made a choked sound, embarrassed and horny all at once. He clambered up behind her, feeling clumsy and ugly next to the sexual fantasy of her body. His throbbing wet cock was pointing at the shaved pink slit between her thighs. She was smiling at him over her shoulder, waiting for him to do something.
“Fuck her Burt!” Victor jeered.
“Yeah, fuck that bitch!” Frank chimed in.
He took his cock in hand and steered in to her pussy lips. They felt so warm against his tip, he felt his balls clench powerfully. Just then he realized he wasn’t wearing a rubber. Surely she wanted him to –
The girl pushed back suddenly and his pulsating shaft was buried in a tight sheath of young meat. He cried out and she echoed him, with perhaps a note of triumph in her voice. Burt was paralysed by the pleasure hole grasping him until the girl rocked her body, fucking his dick. With a snarl of lust he lost all inhibition, grabbing her firm ass and ramming himself home.
The other guys were mobbing around now, eager to get into her sweet mouth. Victor made it first and she greedily accepted his cock into her wide open lips. He started pumping her face instantly, forcing his cock deep and drawing gagging noises from her throat. Burt was amazed at how readily the girl was taking the face-fucking, he had never seen anything like it outside of a porno. His friend wasn’t holding back at all, ramming his hips right into her face.
“Gimme some of that.” Jack urged, almost pushing Victor away. As Burt pounded his cock into the wet, tight cunt he saw her head move from one dick to the other, sucking Jack noisily. His friend was bent double to grab the girl’s tits, while the other two looked on and masturbated.
Burt himself was fighting a strong urge to cum already. He pushed it down, trying to relax his muscles, focusing on the two firm globes of her buttocks as they bounced off his pelvis. He just wanted it to go on and on. It had been a long time since he had felt a grasping wet pussy on his bare cock, or heard the gratifying moans of pleasure like the ones she was making around his friend’s dick.
“Goddam, it’s too good,” Jack said, stepping back. “Frank, you go, man.”
Frank needed no second telling, he stepped up and shoved his throbbing member into the hooker’s wet lips. The girl slurped him into her mouth, her sucking in time with the thrusts rocking her. Frank’s eyes bugged out of his head, his mouth opening and a thin wail coming out. The girl made a sound of surprise and then they could all hear her gulping thickly.
“God, Frank, did you blow already?” Victor laughed.
“Too good.” Frank slurred, staggering away, his flagging cock trailing saliva and sperm.
Hearing the girl swallowing had pushed Burt even closer to the edge. He was fucking her with long strokes, trying to stop his balls from tightening up. His hands grasped her ass, trying to concentrate on their firm roundness rather than the hot wetness inside her. She was moaning freely now, until Victor filled her mouth again. It didn’t take him long to cum, then Jack did the same, the girl swallowing all their jizz easily.
Burt could hold on no longer. He jammed himself into her hole, ramming her ass into him as the cum spurted out inside her in hot waves. He was certain he had never cum so hard – he couldn’t breathe, his heart seemed to seize up as his dick squirted and squirted. She was moaning, smiling back at him over her shoulder, her eyes hidden by her shades, shiny black hair falling around her face. Finally it passed, his heart started again and he sucked in air. The pussy still held him, full of the hot gooiness of his load.
He saw that his friends were sitting around watching, flushed and pleased. The girl lifted her pussy off him and he found himself falling into the sofa. She leant down and kissed him on the forehead – again that sense of familiarity.
“Thanks, boys.” She said happily. As she watched, she grabbed up her clothes and darted quickly out the door. None of them had the energy to chase her and they all just gaped at each other stupidly.
“What the hell?” Burt gasped.
“Jesus, Burt,” Victor said. “We better get dressed. What if you daughter walked in here?”
***
Madison finished telling the priest everything that had happened. She smiled happily, very pleased with herself.
“Yes, that’s very good, my child,” Father Bland said to her, his voice thick. “Very very good.”
The gorgeous redhead’s smile broadened. She wasn’t even put off by the way the priest was grasping her breasts or the little bits of drool on his lips. He had made her take off her top before telling the story, and her bra, but she was used to Father Bland’s way of doing things.
“Very good indeed. And you say he cum inside your pussy?”
“Yes, Father,” She said, warmed by the memory. “There was so much of it.”
“Yes?”
“Oh yeah, it just filled me right up.”
She noticed the priest’s face had gone very red, his fingers sinking into her boobs even harder. She couldn’t tell if he was happy about what she was saying or not. Still, she was too excited about what had happened to care much.
“Father?”
“Yes, Madison?”
“Um, when, um,” She bit her lip. “How can I, um, get him to do it again?”
His eyes moved up to her own, a genuine smile forming on his lips.
“Now that, my child, is exactly what I was hoping you would say,” He ran his thumbs over her nipples thoughtfully. “I think, that you shall have to reveal your identity to your father in order to fuck him again.”
“Really?” She gasped. “Won’t he be mad?”
“No, I don’t think so. And I have a new technique that will help him get over things, I think.”
“A new technique?”
The priest got up and went over to the sheet-covered object in the corner of his office. He pulled off the sheet revealing a large wooden crucifix, about as tall as he was. At the bottom of the cross and at the ends of both crossbars were strange straps.
“Come here, my child.” He said, a current of excitement in his voice. The busty teenager slid out of her chair and walked to him, breasts swaying gently. Madison watched as Father Bland’s hands took hold of her school skirt and unzipped it, drawing it down her legs with her panties. She knew what to do by now and stepped out of them. His sweaty hands grabbed her arm and she found herself pulled around until she was facing the cross.
“What are you doing?” She asked as he lifted each of her arms and strapped them to the crossbars, her generous breasts squashing against the smooth wood.
“God’s work, my child. Now put your feet together.”
She felt him tightening the straps around her ankles. Her head was resting sideways against the cross and she could see him moving about over her shoulder. Suddenly the cross tilted forward and her feet left the ground. She was held on it by the straps as it swung over to a forty-five degree angle. She let out a squeal of surprise.
“It’s okay, my child,” The priest laughed. “Just relax. You look divine.”