She felt his clammy hands take hold of her buttocks and squeeze them, pulling them apart and kneading the firm flesh. She tried to look at him but the angle was bad and she couldn’t turn her head around far enough.
“Yes, very good.” He let go of her and she heard rustling noises, a drawer opening and more rustling. She squealed again as she felt the hot bar of his penis press against the side of her thigh. She had gotten very used to the feeling of that particular appendage in the past couple of weeks. In fact, she had come to this office nearly every day to ‘practice’, sucking and rubbing and taking it in her vagina, eating what seemed like litres of the sticky goo that it produced.
He chuckled again as he held one of her buttocks aside and she made another noise, for he had placed a finger against her anus. She could feel that it was wet and slippery with lubricant. She was about to question it when the digit pushed inside her.
“Father – ah! Oooh!” She squealed. He chuckled again.
“Just relax. This is the new technique I’ve told you about.”
“Oooh! It feels – oooh! – funny.”
“Yes, so good,” He breathed. “I’m just getting your anal passage nice and slippery, Madison.”
The sexy redheaded teenager squirmed as more of the priest’s finger was inserted into her anus. She felt all of it go inside, his hand shoved into her crack. Breathing heavily, he began running his finger in and out of her, getting faster.
“Father – uh – will Daddy – ohh – like doing this?”
“Oh, he’ll do more than this, my child. You feel so good.”
“What do you – oh – mean?”
“I think you’re ready.” Father Bland said. She sighed with relief as he pulled his finger out of her wet passage. At least that was over. She felt the priest shifting behind her, straddling her legs. She tried to look around but couldn’t. He was shuffling up her legs, his legs on either side of hers. Finally he reached the top of her thighs, his penis bumping her buttock.
“Father?”
“Yeah, just relax. Yeah.”
She felt the priest’s member rubbing against her butt cheek. He was muttering to himself and breathing heavily. The smooth head of the penis slid down into the crack of her butt and she gasped as she felt it touch her wet asshole.
“Oh yeah.” Father Bland groaned.
“Um, Father, I – ooh!” Madison squeaked as the tip of the priest’s penis pushed into her lubricated anus. It felt much, much bigger than his finger. “Oooh!”
“Yeah, take it, yeah.” The priest said, shoving more of his penis into her. She squealed, unable to speak as the hot fleshy rod was stuffed into her backside. Had his penis grown? It had never felt so big in her pussy. She was amazed when she felt even more of it get into her – how could she take any more?
“Oh, Fa-oh-ther! Oh! Oh it feels too big!”
“Just take it, yeah, take it for Jesus, yeah.”
“Ooooh!”
Madison’s hips were pushed into the wood of the cross as the priest forced the rest of his length into her. She gasped and squealed as he started fucking her there, pumping her hips against the wood, piercing her slippery anal passage with his rock hard dick. It felt like he was using his arm, her body felt stretched over the thrusting pole. He was holding her buttocks, squeezing them in against his crotch.
“Oh God!” He cried and pulled out of her. “Oh God!”
“Are you okay, Fa-Father?” She asked, gasping for air.
“Nearly came already,” He said dreamily. “Oh my sweet Lord, your little ass is so tight.”
The gorgeous redhead cried out as she felt his stick the slimy cock back inside her anus, thrusting it in deep and hard, bumping her hips forcefully. He really fucked her now, thumping into her butt, making her moan and throw her head back.
The priest pulled out again, once more saying that he nearly came. He groped her breasts where they were squashed against the wood, rubbing his wet penis on her buttocks. Then he was stuffing it back inside, her groans of relief turning to squeals of shock with each new hard penetration. Her ass felt raw despite the lube, stretched and used by the hard cock. He was gripping her hips, pulling her back into him to get as deep as possible.
“Oh merciful God!” He cried out, fingers digging into her hips. She felt the penis squirting hot cum up her ass, filling her passage with its thick, sticky cream. After a minute the priest pulled out and she felt rivulets of sperm running out of her anus and down her thighs. She collapsed against the cross, sweaty and panting.
“Now, my child,” He said wearily from somewhere behind her. “I’m sure your father will enjoy that.”
***
Burt was having an amazing dream. He hardly ever had sex dreams before. In his dream he was sitting on the edge of a big swimming pool in a fancy backyard, like a mansion in a movie. He didn’t have any clothes on. Between his thighs was Miranda Kerr, the model, her arms on his legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock. She was sucking him expertly, her long hair trailing wet down her back. She was wearing a gold bikini. It felt so good, so real, the tight little mouth sucking on his hard cock.
Burt awoke with a start. The first thing he realized was that the blanket was off his body and he could feel the air on his bare skin. The second was that he still had a tight mouth on his cock.
“What the hell?” He exclaimed. Morning light streamed in through the light curtains. Lying between his legs, her mouth on his dick, was the girl from the other night. Her long black hair framed that pretty face, her eyes still hidden behind dark glasses.