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I kissed her auburn heart, the hair ticklish on my lips. Then I kissed the smooth flesh around the heart. Moving slowly around the top and down the sides. I moved lower, kissing down the sides of her labia, tasting her spicy flavor. "Feeling better?" I asked, looking up at her.
"A little. Maybe kiss a little to my … ohhh!" She gasped in pleasure as I started to kiss and nibble on her clit, tracing the spongy nub with my tongue, Mary's gasps and moans were sweet music in my ears. It was getting awkward holding the camcorders and sucking on her clit. "Take the camcorder, babe."
Mary took the camcorder and I dove back into that smooth, sweet pussy, savoring her scent and taste. "Mhhh, you're looking good with pussy on your face," Mary said huskily as she filmed me. "You like to eat my pussy?"
"Love it, Mare," I moaned, mouth full of her sticky juices. "My filly tastes amazing."
"Ohh, you're doing great, hun," she moaned. "Umm, keep doing that to my clit! Fuck, fuck, that's feel so good!"
I gripped her plump ass, pulling her cunt hard against my face. Her juices were flooding my mouth and I drank her sweet nectar. Mary gasped as I sank a finger into her tight ass. Her hips bucked and her cunt danced on my face. Her moans were low and throaty now, her ass squeezing on my finger. "Oh, oh, yeah! Gonna cum, gonna cum!" Her voice was shrill as she came, body writhing on my face. "Oh, fuck, that was so good, hun!"
I kissed up her body, up her flat stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton with my tongue. I reached her small breasts, kissing both her nipples. I kissed the hollow of her throat, tasting her salty sweat, then moved up her throat to her ear, nibbling her soft lobe. Then I kissed down her jawline and ended at her soft lips, her tongue caressing my lips.
"Mmm, I do taste amazing," she said, licking her lips. "So, you promised to take me shopping."
I laughed. "Yeah, Mare. Let's see what trouble we can get into."
Mary grinned. "Can't wait, hun."
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"Gracias, Sister Theodora," Esmeralda said, hugging me and kissing both my cheeks.
I smiled at the elderly Hispanic woman before turning to lock the fellowship hall of St. Afra. I had only been the caretaker for the church for two weeks and I was finding the parishioners to be warm and friendly group. For twelve years I had been Sister Theodora Mariam of the Sisters of Mary Magdalena, ever since a Magdalenite Sister rescued me from the filth of my life. During that time, I had served as the caretaker for many churches and St. Afra's has been friendliest by far.
"You have a nice day," I told Esmeralda with a smile, waving as the seventy-year old Hispanic woman walked towards the street.
The Los Angeles sun beat down on me and I started to sweat in my gray habit and white veil. I wiped sweat away form my forehead and hoped I would get used to the heat. My last post had been in Winnipeg, Canada. I fanned my face with a hand, trying to create a breeze, and thanked God that I didn't have to wear the full wimple that the older generations of nuns had to wear. I walked through the churchyard to the small caretaker's house at the back of the grounds.
The caretakers house was a small, one story dwelling. The exterior was the off-white adobe common in LA and was roofed in faded, red tiles. Inside, there was a small kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom and a small living room that doubled as a dining room. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the blessedly cool, air condition living room. I thanked the Lord for providing me with a working A/C.
I sat down on the faded, blue couch and turned the TV on. The evening news came on, the sports anchor, a handsome Latino man, was talking about last night's Dodger game. They won in extra innings. I pulled my shoes off and rubbed at my white, stocking clad foot, deciding to relax a few minutes before I started to cook my dinner.
"In national news, there was a gas leak this morning in a Best Buy in Puyallup, Washington State," the female anchor announced. She was a big-titted, Hispanic gal wearing a low-cut blouse to really show off her assets. "The shoppers at Best Buy got more than they bargained for as the gas caused some strange behavior."
"They took off all their clothes," the male anchor continued, "and engaged in inappropriate behavior in the store." He was a clean-cut white guy, broad-shouldered and with chiseled features that caused an itch of excitement between my legs.
The footage cut to a woman being interviewed outside the Best Buy. Behind her, firemen and cops were leading stumbling men and women out, draped in yellow blankets, to waiting ambulances. "I walked into the Best Buy and it was full of naked people," the woman being interviewed said. "It was horrifying. There were people BLEEPing everywhere."
"Authorities report over thirty people had to be taken to local hospitals to be examined," the male anchor said when they cut back to the studio. "They are expected to make a full recovery."
"The source of the gas has not been discovered," the female anchor reported. "Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of a terrorist attack."
I turned off the TV. That was no terrorist attack. It was the work of a Warlock. Some poor fool, who sold his soul to the Devil. Based on the orgy, it was some sad, lonely guy who never got laid before and was playing out juvenile fantasies. For seven hundred years my Order had fought the forces of darkness. One of my Sisters, maybe even myself, would soon receive the Ecstasy and would be sent into battle. Sent to exorcise the Warlock and his thralls. That's how I had joined the order. I had been the thrall of a Warlock. He stole me from my husband and my beautiful daughters and I degraded myself with his lusts. Then Sister Louise Afra rescued me. And I had been fighting the Lord's fight ever since.
"Please, God," I prayed. "Let me be your instrument to thwart this evil." My excitement built inside me. It had been two years since I exorcised a Warlock. My hand undid the belt cinching the waist of my habit and lifted the robe up, exposing my plain panties. I touched my crotch and felt my pussy growing moist in my panties. I rubbed my clit through my panties, savoring the memory of the last exorcism I had performed.
The Warlock had a huge dick and it stretched my vagina till it hurt, a pleasant pain that made the press of flesh that much more exciting. I pushed aside the legband of my panties and stuck two fingers up my cunt. I remembered how hard I had cum when that Warlock shot his jizz in me and I stole the Devil's powers from him with my orgasm.
"Oh, please God," I prayed, fucking my fingers hard in my cunt and ground the heel of my hand into my clit. "Please, please God. It has been two years since a man's been inside me, Lord." I could smell the scent of my arousal, and delighted in the musky fragrance. "Two years since I battled Evil. If it is your will, oh Lord, then send me out to fight!" My orgasm rolled over me, my cunt clenched on my fingers. Breathing heavily, I pulled up my hand, wet and sticky and licked my spicy flavor off my fingers. Savoring my orgasm, before I crossed myself. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." I purred, reaching down to my cunt again.
I needed to cum again.
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