“Too?” I ask. “At the same time? Is that possible?”
“Only one way to find out,” Heath says, climbing onto the bed. He rubs the head of his cock up and down between my pussy and my ass, coating it with my slick. At last, he starts to press against my full opening.
“Harder,” Saint grits out.
Heath increases the pressure until I’m panting and wincing, biting my lip not to cry out in pain. At last, something gives, and he lets out a choked sound.
“Are you okay?” Father Salvatore asks, taking my hand. He raises it to his lips and brushes them over the back of my knuckles.
“No,” I cry, but the pain is already subsiding, mingling with a ripple of pleasure. “Yes. I don’t know.”
“Give her a minute,” he says to Heath.
Heath obeys, and then slowly eases forward. The stretch is excruciating but exhilarating. I can’t believe my body can do this. At last, his hips press to my ass.
“You did it, little lamb,” he says in a tone of pure marvel.
“I can feel your cock as much as her cunt,” Saint says, his voice strangled. “Let’s fuck.”
They both start moving, and the strangeness of them both inside me starts to feel better and better, the pain ebbing as ecstasy increases with each thrust. I can feel both of their cocks as they thrust, Heath’s hips rolling to control the motion from the top, Saint’s hands on my hips from below, dragging me along his length. They’re fucking me, and each other, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. It feels so good, and so forbidden, that I drench them anew with each thrust.
“Fuck,” Angel says, grabbing his head in both hands. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me in.”
“Take her ass,” Father Salvatore orders.
He climbs onto the bed and carefully situates himself in front of Heath, pressing me down so my head is on Saint’s chestand my ass is in the air. Heath has to lean back to let him in, but finally, the bulbous head of his cock is straining to enter my rear hole. His hips jerk forward, and he breaches my entrance in one shove. I gasp out, my walls clenching. Heath curses savagely, gripping my thighs to keep me in place while Angel sinks into me. At last, they are all buried to the hilt inside me. I’m so stretched I can’t tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins—it all swirls higher and higher as they begin to thrust into me in unison.
At last, Father Salvatore grips my hair and pulls my head down. He’s unzipped and taken his gigantic cock out. As usual, I have to stretch my mouth around it, working just to take a few inches. But when his salty precum spreads over my tongue, and Angel gives a vicious thrust deep into my ass while Saint and Heath slam into my pussy, I lose all control. Pain builds with a pressure in my bladder, and then it all releases at once. I cry out around the priest’s cock, my limbs shooting out and a geyser of hot liquid squirting out of me.
It floods onto my brother’s abdomen, and he groans and grinds deeper, his cock expanding before he shoots hot cum into my core. Heath keeps thrusting in and out with Angel, though now he’s sliding against Saint in the slippery flood of his release. Their tempo increases until I’m whimpering for mercy around Father’s girth. He shoves my head down, making me choke on him while the others ravish my other end.
Finally, with a feral snarl, Heath grips my thighs again, and Angel plants his hands on top of Heath’s. They both bear down with bruising force as Heath explodes inside me. The pain of their fingers digging into my muscle makes my walls clench again, another climax rolling through me as they all fuck in and out of my stretched holes. Heath and Saint draw me up, off their cocks, and I feel the throb of stinging soreness.
“Check her out,” Angel says, rolling onto his back while I’m still impaled on his shaft. The others stare between my open legs, all of them looking down in satisfaction at the wrecked mess they made of me.
“She looks like salvation,” Father Salvatore says, and he steps forward, and with one powerful push, sinks into my dripping pussy. He groans, drawing out before plowing into me again, driving their cum back in.
“Damn,” Angel says. “I can feel you too.”
“No prep either,” Saint says. “He just slid right in. That never happens. We’ll have to do that again.”
He leans over and presses a kiss to Heath’s cheek, and they watch as Angel and Father Salvatore take turns finishing me off. Then Angel goes down on me to clean me up and ease my soreness with another couple orgasms.
At last, they push Heath’s bed over next to Angel’s, and we all collapse into an exhausted heap.
For a while we doze, and then my thoughts move on to what’s next.
“You’re really okay with leaving?” I ask Father Salvatore, propping myself up on my elbow to see him over the bulk of Angel’s chest. I’m still shaking after all the orgasm they gave me.
“I don’t think I was cut out for the cloth,” the father says, picking up his glasses from where he set them when they got too steamy from all our sweaty bodies being heaped onto the two twin beds. “You have given me the greatest gift, the gift to be a god to someone as pure and holy as you are. That’s all I want now.”
He finished out the semester after we returned, but he says his heart isn’t in the right place anymore. I get a little thrill knowing that’s because it belongs to me now, not God.
“Well, you saved one lost lamb,” I say, smiling at him and rubbing my foot against his. “Or four.”
“Thank you,” he says, smiling back.
“And you’re okay with this?” I ask Angel, stroking my fingers over his tattoos.
