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“Yes,” I gasp out, arching as one of them latches onto my clit while the other pushes his tongue inside me.
“You may give each other pleasure as well,” the priest says.
Saint sits back from where he was thrusting his tongue into me. “Now?” he asks, blinking up at Father Salvatore.
“Yes, my child,” Father says. “Use her body’s offering to aid you.”
Heath sits back, pushing his fingers inside my drenched opening. He curls his fingers, and my back arches as a whimper escapes me. “Unzip.”
For a second, I don’t know who spoke, but for once, I don’t care. I’m too deep in pleasure. I’m only vaguely aware of Saint undoing his pants, and then Heath’s hand goes from me to Saint. He strokes my wetness along his length, then begins to pump his fist up and down my brother while he leans back in, licking at my bare flesh. He licks his lips, then goes in deeper, roughly punching his tongue into me, growling and nipping at my skin. Pleasure ripples through me, and I moan, my trembling thighs falling open and my hips rising to meet his mouth.
Saint watches me, like he’s waiting for me to say something. I’m too lost in the pleasure of Heath’s tongue to even respond. And it seems only natural, right, that we’re all together like this. Like we’ve always been. They don’t just love me. We all love each other. So I barely notice when Saint undoes Heath’s pants next, drawing out his hard cock, the piercing gleaming in the tip. He holds my gaze while he leans down, his tongue joining Heath’s and dragging it up my slit, swirling around my clit together. A shudder of pure bliss wracks my body,and I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation of their tongues stroking me while they stroke each other with their hands.
“Angel,” Father Salvatore says. “You can take pleasure too, not just give it.”
“I don’t know,” Angel says. “I’m pretty good at giving.”
“Take her mouth,” Father says. “She wants you to.”
“Do you, little mama?” Angel asks.
I nod eagerly, reaching for him. “Yes,” I say. “I want to make you feel as good as you did me.”
When he unzips, dragging his thick, pierced length free, I wrap my fingers around his warm, rigid girth and bring it to my mouth. He pushes inside, stretching my lips to get in. I open my jaw wide, and he pushes deep. I gag, and he sucks in a sharp, audible breath. I think he’ll pull back, and I don’t want that, so I lift my head and slam my mouth down on him again. My throat constricts as I gag, but I tighten my suction, undulating my tongue along the piercings that run along the underside of his length. Angel lets out a helpless whimper as I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard and deep.
“Fuck it,” Saint growls, and he slides up the bed and slams himself to the hilt inside me. My eyes blur with tears, but Father Salvatore strokes my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re taking them so well. Keep going.”
Obediently, I continue sucking while Saint draws back and thrusts deep again. He lets out a groan of such torment that I know he hasn’t accepted our love the way I have. I reach for him, stroking his cheek, then burying my fingers in his hair. I draw him down, and he plants his elbows on the bed for leverage and slams into me with punishing force. The wet slap of our bodies joining fills the room as his hips move faster and faster.
“We’re going to take turns with you all night like the slut you are,” my brother grunts, elbows braced on the bed as he rutsinto me in short, rough strokes. “We’re going to fuck your raw cunt one after another, fill you with so much cum you can’t hold it all.”
I moan and nod my head in agreement, anticipating the heaven he describes, my mouth still filled with Angel’s cock. I open my knees and rock my hips up to meet Saint’s to show him my willingness.
“Slut,” he grunts, pounding me even harder.
“Let me in,” Heath says, crowding Angel aside and grabbing my hair. He shoves rudely into my mouth, his piercing hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. He groans, dropping his head back. “I love it when you make that sound. Do it again.”
He shoves back in, and I gag again, and this time, Saint groans too. “She tightens up when she chokes,” he says, kneeling up to watch where we’re joined, his cock stretching me open, gliding in and out of my flooded channel.
“Shift her around so her head is off the bed,” Father Salvatore orders, watching over his lambs as they participate in this deepest debauchery.
Saint moves me sideways on the bed, so I’m on my back with my head hanging over the edge.
“Suck me off,” Heath orders, dropping his heavy erection onto my chin.
“That’s right, baby girl,” Angel says, standing aside and stroking his cock while he watches. “Show him how good you are.”
I open, and Heath slides inside, all the way back to my sore throat again. I gag harder, and Saint rams his cock so deep inside me that I whimper, my lips stretched wide around Heath’s girth. I grip his shaft with one hand and drag the pierced head of his cock into my throat. I seal my mouth over his length, and hefucks in and out in the same rhythm that my brother’s fucking my pussy.
Wet, sloppy noises fill the room once more, along with Heath’s animal grunting and Saint’s feral growls. My own whimpers of pleasure join, and Father Salvatore adds his own murmurs of approval and praise.
Heath starts jerking back and shoving in, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Hollow out your cheeks and take me deep,” he orders. “Like you did Angel.”
I obey, gagging when his piercing hits the back of my throat again.
“Choke on that cock,” Saint orders, slamming even harder, punishing me with each brutal thrust while his fingers cut into my thighs so hard I know I’ll wear his bruises for weeks. I’ll wear them proudly, though.
