I shivered, Aingeal squirming on my face, her wings fluttering stopped.“I need this cock in me,” Kora moaned.“Ride him, Mistress!” Zanyia chee...ed.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kora FalkI grabbed my brother's cock, loving the feel of the incestuous shaft in my hand. I brought it to my dripping pussy. It felt so wonderful to be cured. No weight dragged at me. I felt so buoyant, almost lifting off the ground from all the joy billowing through me. Sven stared at me with these hungry, blue eyes, his. He looked at himself in the rear view mirror, quickly checking his teeth and rearranging his mop top hair. He rang the bell at Claire’s door, his hands fiddling behind his back as he waited.“You must be Brandon,” a voice said as the door opened. “I’m Claire’s mom, Kathy.”Brandon held out a hand. “Hello Mrs. Silverstein, it’s nice to meet you.” He was surprised to be eye to eye with her. She was about as tall as he was at 5’10, and had wavy dirty blonde hair in a bob cut.“Sorry, I’m a hugger!”. Her name was Sister Angela, and she was as short as a little girl, but her eyes were those of a mature woman, and I had no doubt she knew which end was which when push came to shove when things got a little dicey in the presence of evil.I thought it strange when Sister Angela told me we had to strip down to our natural state of nakedness and immerse ourselves in the purifying waters of the holy water tank that had been blessed by a visiting Bishop straight from the Vatican for just such a need. ’ ‘How very . . . good for them.’ She sucked my cock. My hips thrust up to meet her bobbing head. I felt her lips and tongue on the sensitive head. Her fingers worked at the shaft. Her hand cupped and kneaded my balls. I groaned in total pleasure, unwound and undid by my woman’s touch. Each movement of her fingers, her hands, her lips, her tongue, drove me further from myconscious self. I was only eroticism and pleasure, lust and hunger. My cock was living, throbbing steel. And I wanted only.