Now that Sister Katherine and I had mated several times, Magdalene had informed me that her work here was done. Since I had now accepted and embraced physical pleasure as an important part of my life, She felt compelled to seek out others and leave me to explore the depths of my feelings.
Last night, I received a phone call from the convent on the other side of the church. Apparently there were some plumbing issues and, since it was after hours, could I come over and snake out some pipes, plumbers being rather expensive.
I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who greeted me with a warm, wet kiss, and led me to the basement. Upon entering the cellar, I heard her latch the door behind us. The room was large and warm, dimly lit by candles. I noticed two other women sitting on an old couch, recognizing them as fellow nuns, in spite of the lack of illumination.
"You know Sister Anne, and Sister Marie" Katherine said from behind me. "They were the ones who discovered the problem."
"So where are these pipes I'm supposed to snake?" I asked innocently.
Both sitting nuns, flipped open their habits, exposing their naked breasts and pussies. "Right here!" the both exclaimed, simultaneously, as they pulled open their pre-moistened lips. Sister Anne was tall, thin, strawberry blonde. She had very small breasts with pointed nipples, and a thick bush surrounding her cunt. Sister Marie was shorter, darker, olive skin, jet black hair and full, round breasts, topped by large almost brown areola's
I was stunned! Speechless! Staring at these two daughter's of the church as they exposed themselves to me, feeling my dick react to the sight before me.
Sister Katherine ran her hand across the bulge in my pants as she whispered, "As nun's we share all our wealth." She led me to the couch and I sat between the two nuns, who attacked my zipper and belt, allowing my now fully erect penis to spring free.
"You didn't tell us how well endowed he was, Sister! Shame on you!" Sister Anne teased as she lowered face to my helmet, now glistening with a drop of pre-cum. Extending her tongue, she swiped the pearl from my piss slit before wrapping her lips around the head and sliding down the blue veined shaft until her nose was nestled in my pubic hair.
Sister Marie cupped my face in her hands as she guided it to her cleavage, nearly smothering me between her soft, full breasts. I could smell the faintest of perfumes as I felt the heat from her ample flesh. I moved my head slightly to the left rubbing my face against the swell of her right breast until my lips came in contact with her nipple. Opening up, I caressed the hardening nub with the tip of my tongue, before devouring it, sucking hungrily on the dark pink flesh, moaning as I did so. My moans were as much a result of the ministrations I was visiting on Sister Marie's ample bosom as they were the enjoyment of Sister Anne's attention to my aching prick.
"Now, Sisters! Lets not be greedy! I said I would share him with you, not give him to you! Why don't we all get comfortable." Sister Katherine said as she stripped off her habit, leaving only her cowl on, knowing that wearing it excited me when we had sex. Reluctantly both women let me get up and we turned the couch into a bed.
Sister Marie sat, patting the bed beside her, inviting me to sit down. Lifting her breasts with both hands, she asked, "Do you want more of these, or would you rather taste my pussy?"
"I'm here to serve, ladies! To do your bidding, follow your lead, to give you whatever pleasure you wish." I answered, laying back, my cock thrusting upward.
Taking that cue, Marie straddled my face, and settling down, felt my tongue slide inside her already moist love canal. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have lusted after the local parish priest, praying daily to feel his tongue on my clit, his cock up my cunt, his cum dripping from me. I have been jealous of my fellow Sister, who has had her lustful prayers answered. Make me cum, Father! Please?" Her hips were moving, smearing her musky essence all over my nose and chin, as I licked her inner lips.
I felt a hand guide mine to the wet opening of one of the other women, and heard the pleasure moan as two fingers slid deep inside the warm wet silken glove of another pussy. "How does that feel, Sister Anne?" Katherine asked.
