The squirting gush of the massively stacked bimbo nun’s spasmodically quivering, lusciously pink and pulsating pussy caused an explosive spray of sticky gelatinous girlcum to jet from her juicing cunt and smack against the deep oak wood of the confession booth in front of her, a spraying release of juice that was followed by another four or five fountains of glistening ejaculate as Syncletia alternately clenched her lithe, muscular legs together and spread then apart. The sounds that the pornified Slut of Christ made were in the nature of girlish, half suppressed squeals and harsh, guttural emanations from deep in her throat.
Climax achieved, Syncletia’s next priority was instantaneous.
‘FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, GIVE ME COCK!!!!!!!!!’
Compressing her thick bimbo lips together and blowing out evenly to gather control of her orgasmically heightened faculties, and then letting her lips part lusciously in a slut’s pout with accompanying slick sound, Syncletia was free to regard the utterly monstrous length of muscularly gleaming beastcock that was jammed from the side of the confession booth all the way across the top of her pair of behemoth knockers, the pair of massive, tanned melons jutting up in front of her.
With a debauched, sloppy, barely-aimed effort, Syncletia emitted a frothy wad of slobber from her mouth that gathered onto the topside of the monstercock that throbbed in front of her, much of the sticky, slimy fluid roping off the side of the vascular penile missile. Father Lucius’s immense flesh prong was so gigantic in length that the smooth, rounded tip was actually pressing against the other side of the confession booth, which gave it the appearance of an iron bar or girder that was some kind of supporting crossbeam, the way it touched against the wood at the other side tipping the crown into an upwards position slightly. Without Father Lucius withdrawing it, there was no way that Syncletia would be able to crane her head around the intruding monster length to get her lips around the hulking, gleaming, fist-sized crown.
That difficultly quickly became a secondary consideration when, as if on cue, a host of similar sized shafts inserted themselves into the confession booth from every conceivable angle, with Syncletia instantly surrounded by a forest of iron-hard schlongs each being thrust at eye-level from a three-hundred and sixty degree radius. There were too many for the monster-jugged bimbo nun to immediately count as the confection of glistening, rock-hard beastcocks threaded their way into the booth.
Instantly, two enormous hardons speared through apertures in front of her on either side of her eyeline, both vein-threaded poles of turgid man meat that sheared into the booth heading straight for her. With uncanny accuracy, the dual logs of angry, throbbing flesh slid simultaneously, inch after inch of gleaming, muscularly-ridged dickbrawn capped with gleaming, purple tips, barrelled in from opposite corners of the booth in front of her, and came to meet directly in front of her face, the glistening crowns squidging spongily together and sliding over each other before the pair of them crammed their way between her lips.
Syncletia could only emit a sort of ‘GGGGRRRRRROOOOINKKKKKKKKGGGGGLLLLOOOOOOPPPPP’ sound as the dual tips of the pair of fuckstaffs plugged her thick, glossy, lips, parting her plump dicksuckers and stretching the pouting pillows, her cheeks instantly reshaped bulgingly around the apple-sized cockheads.
Simultaneously, another giant torpedo of masculine cockflesh, this one trailing a thick, gluey trail of precum from its gapingly dilated pisshole, punched in from the opposite side of the booth to the one from which Father Lucius’s behemoth member had emerged, the blunt, rounded tip of this one glancing one the topmost ridge of the Father’s monstercock which propelled it upwards so that it speared upwards, slid over Syncletia’s nose and punched into her eyesocket, the curved, smooth tip smacking in her eye and lodging in the socket.
Directly behind her head, the slutty Nun heard and felt an ominous thump as what was clearly another inhumanly-sized penis thudded against her wimple. There was a moment of pressure, some tearing, and then the unmistakeable impression that the fat, blunt cocktip of a seriously powerful penis had punched clearly through her PVC headgear from behind. The impression was confirmed, when a thick, trickling gout of heavy, cloying precum was unloosed in a thick, silky rope that drizzled down her forehead and down onto her nose. If Syncletia has been able to see herself, she would have been able to see that the monster dick had speared directly through the stylised cross in the middle of the wimple on her brow.
‘I’ve brought some of the Brothers along to help you with your penance!’ said Lucius, though it was unlikely that he was going to elicit a reply from the whorish, dick-inundated Nun.
‘It’s God’s will, you slut!’ an unidentified voice called to add weight to Lucius’s proclamation.
Reacting quickly, Syncletia twisted an arm behind her head and used it to grasp the hard flesh-column of the Brother that had penetrated her hat, squeezing the prodigious, thick swelling of the corpus spongiosum that throbbed on its underside in her latex gloved hand, and starting to slide her curled hand up and down the length, starting to jack it. Instantly a copious deluge of heavy precum spurted from the tip and she saw it arc out in front of her over the top of her head, pattering against the wood of the confessional booth. A droplet coursed down her nose and dribbled off to drip onto the dicks in front of her.
The pair of cocksmiths in front of her conspired to fall into a rhythm, each one sliding independently so that, as Syncletia allowed her lips to relax, one of the monster, blunt heads of the fuck cannons slid further in to dislodge the other from the side of her lips with a soft plop, which then eased its way back in and did the same to the other one. Syncletia swirled her tongue around the dual prongs, slobbering over both in a figure of eight motion as the synchronised face fucking started in earnest, the thick fucktube starting to suction wetly against her throat as each penetrated her more deeply.
Meanwhile with the shifting of the turgid bell-ends in and out of her bimbo lips, glistening threads of saliva coursed from her lower lip which slid over Lucius’s laterally-intruding monstercock in a glossy, bubbling waterfall. With her other hand, Syncletia took hold of the Father’s fuckrod just below the curved, raised brim and gently dislodged it from where it prodded against the wall. This gigantic dick, coming down from a somewhat higher angle from other others, could just about be slid between her massive jugs, the round, gleaming, slick crown of the fuckstaff skating over the round, glistening topmost curves of her enormous fuckbags before being inserted down between her cleavage, where Lucius was able, due to the prodigious length of his colossal, muscular, pulsating manhood, to saw it back and forwards.
That left the malefactor who had plunged their fuckstaff into her eyesocket, and with her other hand freed up, Syncletia was able to start to stroke this immense log as well, though the owner of the monstrous tool kept pressing their hips forwards and seemed happy for it to be cemented gluily against her eye.
At the opportune time, when both fucksticks just found themselves hovering, slobber and precum suspended between each other and her lips, Syncletia was able to draw breath.
‘Five! Is that all you’ve got, Mother Fucker?’
At the Nun’s pronouncement, there was the sound of another series of flaps being slid open. With more candlelight flowing in.
