The small room in the monastery reeked of herbs and old stone. My feet throbbed from the chase, but my cunt burned hotter. The superior knelt, smearing ointment on my soles. I spread my legs wide. Let him see my slick folds glistening. His robe tented hard. Pulse racing, skin feverish, I grabbed his cock through the rough fabric. Thick. Veiny. He gasped. I stroked him firm, peeling back his hood. Precum beaded. I sucked him deep, tongue swirling his salty head. His finger plunged my sopping hole, thumb on my clit. I moaned around his shaft. He finger-fucked me slow, then fast. My heart hammered. Juices dripped. He came hard, flooding my throat. Swallowed every drop. He left me a blanket, but my pussy screamed for more.
Door creaked. Five monks tumbled in, robes askew. Young eyes wide at my naked curves. I dropped the blanket. Spread my thighs. ‘Here,’ I purred, fingers circling my swollen clit. ‘Help me.’ They froze. Cocks stiffened under robes. I yanked one’s habit up. Gripped his soft dick. It hardened in my fist. Others stripped. Five rigid cocks bobbed before me. Veins pulsing. Heads shiny. I jerked them all, hands slick with their leaks.
The Fever
Paul first. Young, eager. I lay back, guided his tip to my drenched entrance. He slid in easy. So wet. He thrust clumsy, grunting. My walls clenched. But he spurted quick, hot cum painting my depths. Pulled out dribbling. Next one mounted. Grabbed my tit. Fucked harder, hips slapping my thighs. Sweat beaded on his brow. My pulse thundered. Cunt gripped him tight. He groaned, buried deep, unloaded ropes inside me. Cum leaked out.
The Blaze
The old one smirked. His cock huge, curved, monstrous. He lapped my cum-filled slit. Tongue delved deep, sucking my juices mixed with theirs. Fingers rubbed my clit. I bucked, heart exploding. Waves built. He flipped me doggy. That beast speared my pussy. Stretched me wide. Slow at first, then pounding. Balls slapped my ass. Another cock in my mouth. Deepthroating him while old man railed me. Finger in my ass. I shattered. Orgasms ripped through. Screaming muffled by thrusting dick. He came buckets down my throat. Old man pulled out, hosed my back with thick spurts.
Bells clanged. Panic. They scrambled, robes flying, fleeing naked. Left me dripping cum, body quivering. Rage boiled. But skin still scorched, heart slowing. Grabbed a rag, wiped their seed from tits, belly, ass. Slid under rough blanket. Pussy twitched aftershocks. Sleep came, dreams of endless cocks chasing me through dark woods.