The Priest From Hell
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A giant, hung priest breeds his harem of luscious, horny nuns.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Facial Lactation Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Clergy Size
Vanessa felt as if she was entering some pagan temple in the outskirts of hell as she followed that majestic man. The long, dark hallway gave off the impression she was venturing into a realm beyond reality; a place where the mores and customs of the average folk didn’t apply, and only the fire and power of the mightiest of beings set the law of the land.
One of those beings walked in front of her, and she couldn’t get enough of that sight. «How can one man be so fucking hot?!» She still couldn’t estimate the height of that monster, though she was sure he couldn’t be any shorter than 7.5ft-tall. At 6.2 feet, she always saw herself as one of the tallest, strongest women on Earth, yet next to that guy she felt like a pygmy; a plaything to be used just as brutally and filthily as he had used her in the booth.
The giant priest looked back, checking her out:
“Are these clothes okay?”
She was wearing mere rags that the sister in the cathedral had quickly fetched for her. She had to constantly hold the cloth so that it didn’t fall and revealed her massive, tantalizing body –not that anyone would care, really, as the obscene seemed to be routine in those walls.
“Uh-uh.” She quietly muttered, uncharacteristically docile and submissive. She was a massive Amazon with muscles as powerful as a mare’s, yet she felt a need to be constantly on her guard near that man, who with the flick of a finger or a careless slap could throw her body against the walls with ease.
Rows of outrageous women passed by them. They were all nuns dressed in the church’s habits, but their faces would belong to the most exclusive fashion shows in the world. No amount of clothing would cover their supermodel heights and their outrageous curves. Those bitches had breasts to make Pamela Anderson (at the peak of her days) blush and butts to strike envy on an African-Brazilian goddess.
They walked to-and-fro like the supermodels they were, and something in Vanessa told her the only reason they joined the church was to mingle with that obscene specimen of a man, that filthy priest from hell. Still... «why did he join the church? What would a man like this be doing in a place so sacred?»
She didn’t have a lot of time to wonder as the silky, needy voices of the temptresses kept courting the male as the walked by.
“Good evening, father. New lay, I see.”
“Hello, my heavenly father. Have you brought a new convert to your fruitful garden?”
“Oh, father! I’ve been in such need for you!” But the mighty man ignored them all. They cast jealous, but sometimes admiring looks at the newcomer before being begging for their man’s attention. “Father, please!”
The monster made loud, rumbling noises with his steps on the rocky ground. With the mountain of muscles that made him bigger than a literal horse, that stud certainly weighted the same as five bodybuilders or a very healthy, breeding bull. Along with the earthquake-like noises he made just by walking, there were gooey, liquid sounds of something dripping behind him: that was his woman, was still covered in so much jizz.
«I spent ten minutes cleaning up this bullshit and I still feel like there’s a ton on my body!» She looked down at her feet, which were leaving white footsteps of man juice everywhere she walked. In the confession booth, she had jerked and sucked that bison off until he unloaded in her gallons of jizz –and that was not merely a metaphorical expression to praise his fecundity. No: that stud had literally cum gallons of his steamy seed inside her, flooding the booth and building a huge lake of spunk all around it.
She still tried to wrap her mind around the feats of that virile boy-bull while a bevy of obscenely attractive women approached him. She’d heard something, before entering those dark hallways, about the church needing an entire day to clean up the mess that bull had made, as well as an extra day to take out the scent of pure virility that had been impregnated on the walls, the chandeliers, the statues, as well as the figure and the cross of Jesus Christ himself.
As she pondered about the power of her breeding bull, he was surrounded by a flock of thirsty, fertile mares. That would be interesting.
“Father, please!” A dashing blonde shook her massive breasts underneath her habit. “Make me cum!”
«Fuck!» Vanessa thought, sizing herself up next to those beauties. None of them were nearly as ripped and muscular as her, but then it occurred to her that she might not actually be her stud’s “type.”
They were all aggressively-sexy, curvy, Barbie-doll, American-beauty figures that would color the pornographic minds of any average male; beauties that could easily command six-figure deals with health & beauty magazines (or seven figures at Playboy), made even sexier by the constricting clothes they wore.
The monster paused before them and fondled the cheek of the amazing blonde. They were all tall beauties; none as tall as the newcomer, but still none shorter than 5.5ft.
“Wait.” The man told Vanessa simply, and then ... wow! He grabbed the blonde by the waist, lifted her up and loudly pressed her against the wall, making her gasp as a firestorm took over her body.
“Ooh!!” She rolled her eyes. Vanessa saw the priest’s sleeves stretching as his biceps engorged with his arms’ movements. The monster then led his hands down the sister’s habit and lifted it up!
Vanessa’s eyes goggled as she saw the incredibly long, firm, beautiful muscular legs of that blonde goddess. The bitch even gave her a naughty look as she bit her lips, feeling the priest squeeze and fondle her leg all the way up to her cunt.
The other sister’s watched her eagerly, hoping they’d all take her place.
“How many times do you want to cum?” The man asked, and the sister really paused so as to seriously consider her answer.
“I-I...” Her lips trembled and her eyes shone. “I have things to do, so please, be quick, and ... don’t make me faint.”
Without a word, the priest sank his incredible fingers inside her cunt, drawing an instantaneous orgasm out of her:
“Aaah!!” The bitch screamed, then her whole body seized up, and all women present could hear the sloshing sounds of the mighty male working her hard cunt raw, fingering her with the expertise of a stud who had laid hundred of babes a month in his teenage years, working her clit, her labia, her inner walls, all of her feminine being simultaneously while laying sexy, purring words in her ear.
Vanessa couldn’t hear what the priest was telling her, but she knew it was powerful enough to draw louder and more desperate, panting screams out of her:
“Oh, god!! Gaaawd, yes!! Yes, god, please, please, pleeease...!!” Her whole body shook. Her breasts seemed to be as hard as steel, her nipples as sharp as glass with arousal, nearly piercing her habit. “AAAHH!!!”
There was a strong, liquid sound coming from her legs, and as Vanessa looked down to the leakage dripping like a tiny rain on the floor, she realized the poor cunt was cumming.
And the orgasms just. Didn’t. Stop!
“Oh, my god!!” She seemed to amazed that... “Another?? What?!” And then... “FUCK!!” An explosion.
squiiish!! Her cunt expelled more copious juices as the words seemed to get lost in her throat and her face took a frankly terrified expression, with her nipples getting really visible under her habit and her whole being shaking like an animal during a fight.
She screamed and screamed and screamed, and the sloshing sounds of those vigorous fingers in her pussy made all other women incredibly horny. Eventually, she closed her eyes and started banging her head and her legs on the wall, sometimes even hitting the man with clearly hurtful intent, trying to stop him, but failing to provoke any reaction other than a few, grave words:
“You asked for an orgasm. Here it is.” He sunk his fingers deeper in her. “Take it!”
There was one loud, long scream followed by more panting blows as the woman seemed to unravel in his fingers. Her pussy unloaded a veritable swimming-pool of juices on the floor, hosing her habit and the man’s pants with a water-fountain of girl cum as he reached for her G-spot and did with his fingers what a hundred guys couldn’t do with their entire beings.
The whole ordeal lasted only a couple minutes, after which he dropped the poor, quivering girl on the floor, seeing her fall to her knees like a sack of potatoes as all the strength had abandoned her lower body.
As Vanessa looked to his fingers, he saw them dripping with the blonde’s cunt juices. Her own pussy twitched and hardened, with another orgasm building inside her. «God! What a fucking male!»
The other thirsty mares lost no time to seize that man. “Me! Me! Me!” They begged, some of with lifting their habits or lowering down the cleavage to show him their young, hard, ripe breasts. Fuck! None of those whores was any smaller than a double-D cup. For a moment, Vanessa thought she’d have some challenge as the man turned to her rivals and asked them:
“You all want orgasms, I suppose?”
“Yes, father, yes! P-please!” They unceremoniously grabbed the middle of his crotch, feeling the monstrous mass inside his priestly clothes. “Please, give us your body!! Give us your horse cock!!”
He glanced at Vanessa and, to her surprise, smiled before saying:
“My cock will belong to only one bitch now. You’ll have to content with my fingers.”
After a long sigh of discontent, the women saw no option but to submit to his conditions:
“Whatever it is, please, father, just make me cum!!” They all screamed, lifting their habits to reveal their hard, luscious supermodel bodies. “It’s been so long that I don’t feel you!”
Giving Vanessa another look, the father told her:
“Just a minute, my faithful. This won’t take long.” Like a beast or a machine, then, the lifted one woman to the air and crammed his fingers inside her cunt, not even going through the pains of taking her panties out, and proceeded to rake orgasm after orgasm from her like that was second nature to him. In a second, his woman was screaming and hitting him, throwing her head and body around like she had lighting bolts frying all of her body from the inside.
“Aaarhh!! Aaaah!! Aaaahh!!!” The hallway was filled with her screams as nectar started dripping, then raining from her legs. Then, a sloshing, squishing sound followed her screams. Her pussy was hosing cream all over the floor, building a puddle like a reservoir of cum had been burst from within her. Her eyes rolled up and her consciousness seemed to wither as the cunt burst with more powerful juices, hosing the father’s crotch and sprinkling even the bodies of the women around them. Within seconds, them, she was passed out, with her body dropped on the ground as the priest proceeded to the next woman ... then the next ... the next, and the next, and the next, until all fifteen beauties had been knocked unconscious with pleasure after three minutes of his vigorous fingering.
When he was done, a large lake of cum covered the hallway from wall to wall. The girls were panting, quivering, gasping, and rolling around the floor like a bunch of well-fucked lionesses or cats under tons of catnip. The few of them who were conscious couldn’t walk straight; the first blonde he had fucked still struggled to get on her feet.
Before the father finally turned his attention to Vanessa, the blonde looked at the newcomer and whispered:
“Be ready. He’s gonna wreck you up!” She then fell face-down to the ground, taking a little nap as the monster finally spoke:
“Vanessa, come. Your cleansing begins now.”
The massive woman was shaking as she stepped with her naked feet on the hot puddle of girl juices he had extracted from those sixteen bodies on the floor. The heathen priest guided her to a room at the end of the hallway, and she marveled at how big and expensive (albeit even darker than the rest of the cathedral) the whole place was.
There was a long, heavy mahogany table in the center of the room, and the whole place was decorated with several saintly figures and one large cross –all of which the priest was sure to defile.
As the mighty man closed and locked the door behind them and the bevy of beauties that had formed outside, all wanting to get a peek of their bull’s relentless action.
“Undress.” The man simply told her. She felt as naked and vulnerable as she’d never felt before.
“B-but ... father...”
Slap!! The walls rumbled as the father slapped his faithful’s chin. The movement didn’t even seem forceful for him; just a casual motion of the arm, yet to her it felt like a skull-cracking blow. The power of that man ... Jesus!!
Without repeating himself, the bull took her hands and lifted her arms, making the rags fall on the ground and her semi-naked body reveal itself to his gaze. Only her fancy red panties remained covering her hard, bloated, stretched-out cunt, while the rest of her body glistened with a wonderful coating of sweat and cum.
She was hard. Really, massively hard! Three large women wouldn’t have the same muscle mass that mare had in her body, and the priest was quick to notice that with his hands.
“Ooh!!” She shivered and rolled her eyes as the man, still all dressed-up, fumbled her body with his mighty touch, squeezing her muscles, pressing her loins, grabbing and fondling her tits, running his fingers along his eight abdominal muscles, splitting her massive, boulder-like buttocks with his hands and teasing her ass with his cock-thick fingers, kissing her neck and running his tongue on the thick veins there, sucking her and then taking her lips from him, conquering her mouth thereafter with a seemingly endless tongue.
«God!!» Her mind raced! That man’s tongue completely took over her mouth, sliding down her throat until she was gaggling and squirming with its vigorous massages. The man’s tongue just kept going and going and gooooing, and his hands and powerful truck-log arms kept fondling her body like he was a rancher evaluating the quality of his mare.
Her feet left the ground as he pulled her up. His tongue massaged her throat so vigorously that she unexpectedly found bursts of pleasure coming from her breast. That monster was striking erogenous spots all over her body without even aiming for the obvious places, and she was the one who grinded her cunt all over his massive hips, not the other way around.
Once again, maybe due to her asphyxiation, the panting bitch dropped tears of ecstasy. Her soul was split from her body as the monster dropped her on the ground and undid the kiss. Then, she could finally have a peek on that creature’s vast, endless tongue.
“Fuck ... how?!...” She shook her head. “How big is your tongue?”
He casually replied:
“Twelve inches.” And then stuck the whole monster out for her to see.
Her jaw dropped and her knees trembled. She spread her legs open, a little unconscious of the act, and gazed upon the massive, dripping, throbbing member, which was almost as large as her husband’s hard cock. That monster was unbelievable.
“Use it!” She begged, opening her legs and pulling up her panties. The cloth sank in her cunt and her engorged labia popped through its sides. She was dripping with desire, and a very small puddle had already started to form between her feet. “Use that fucking man-meat on me!”
The priest grabbed her again, sinking his mouth on her lustful tits. “Oow!!” She wailed, wrapping her massive, melon-crushing legs around that bull’s hips. As the man sucked and splurged on her planet-sized gazongas, she had a nasty idea: conjuring up all the might she had in her body, she closed her legs on that bull and squeezed his hips. Such was her strength that soon her own bones were creaking –she had been proven to literally shatter boulders with her thigh grip in her teenage years.
Still, that monster just kept sucking on her tits like it was nothing to him. She was both aroused and disheartened. Was she really so helpless next to that living, breathing man-bull?!
“Fuck ... ooh!! ... you!!” She came and creamed herself as the monster worked her tits like four different studs at once. Her pussy secreted juices in his clothes, which were all stained with girl cum and his own jizz. She was crazy fertile, with her womb heating up to a bowling point and her mammalian glands producing enough milk to feed a tribe’s worth of children.
Eventually, milk started sloshing out of her nipples, feeding that bull like she was just one dairy cow for his personal use. “Aaaw!!” As she felt her feminine liquids being sucked out of her, the monster’s cheeks bloated with him filling up his mouth and gulping cupfulls of her motherly essence.
The monster was filling his own stomach with milk just the same way he had filled her with his. The difference, of course, is that her milk could never be as hot or thick as his.
“Fuck me...!! Oh!! Fuck me, you’re good!!” She grinded her cunt on his hips as it kept expelling rivulets of juices all over him. With his lips dripping with her milk, the giant complimented her:
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