Clara removes her habit and does as instructed

Faith... a powerful word. Having faith means that knowing something will happen, even if there is no logical reason to think it so... It means believing in that which you cannot see. It's the basis of all religions, especially the Holy Church of Merridan's.

Perhaps it is only fitting that, as these men of faith envisioned the high priestess stripping off first her black nun habit, then the restrictive white under-coat and wimple she wore beneath, their faith was rewarded in reality. On the other side of the wall, the woman herself really was neatly folding her articles, placing them in a pile next to herself. The other priestesses, occupied as they were, none the less gave an approving nod at the high priestess' go-get em attitude. With the habit and undergarment off, all the priestess was left with was a white, lacy bra and panties set, showing off her amazing curves and hourglass figure, along with a pair of white, thigh-high stockings, hugging close to her shapely legs. Gold lace embroidery was stitched into the front-side of the lower half, making the shape of a heart cut into quadrants by a cross... perhaps it was meant to add a touch of her piety to her wardrobe, but it only came off as erotic to those observing it. Her loosened pendant dangled against her half-exposed, mountainous bosom. Her face was glowing red, but resolution flashed in her clear, blue eyes... Perhaps she'd gotten over the hump of her own modesty.

Or perhaps some part of her knew...

No man had a chance of lasting against her breast sandwich, the stuff of dreams. The guy would be out in a matter of seconds! He'd then retreat, happy as a clam, and give double donations the following morning during her church service.

With those thoughts on her mind, she diligently grappled the man's penis, fully submerging the still horizontally oriented dick inside the cushioned grip of her breasts. She began to move, bringing each side up and down unison, as though smashing the cum out of the guy's rod. The other priestesses had to give up their own actions, now transfixed by the sight... The titfuck of the half-naked, proud leader of their faith was that mesmerizing. Ursula had just finished and had her cheeks full of cum, but she pushed her glasses up and watched with that nonsensical expression as the stuff dripped from around her smudged lipstick.

Unaware that so many were watching, the priestess gave it her earnest best, pushing her breasts up and down, at once in unison, then alternating, trying to suss out which worked best. Either way, the penis was fully hidden... its tip could barely protrude, from time to time, beneath the crashing waves of her bosom. She felt the head of it playing against the front of her bra, but ignored it... Thankfully, this guy was more quiet than her last customer, but she could still hear him grunting with pleasure.

The priestesses, unable to contain their excitement at this rare sight, each approached from one side... then gently lowered the shoulder straps of Clara's bra. She looked at them with surprise, then shook her head, but didn't stop. Taking that as a sign to continue, the nuns each grinned, then unclasped the bra on the back, before stripping it away from her bosom. In an instant, the priestess' half-inverted nipples were revealed, standing out lewdly against the pale flesh of her breasts, as sweat rolled down the jiggling surface of each tit and dripped into the grass. She gave each of them a disapproving glare, but continued anyways. Just as she was distracted, a string of cum suddenly flew excitedly from the man's tip, erupting from the crevice between her boob-job in like a miniature volcano. Quickly, her face was covered in an additional masking of the stuff, as were the tops of her breasts... There would be no way to hide this, even if she put on the whole wimple and hood again later!

"Nice!" one of the priestesses congratulated her with a giggle, flashing a thumbs-up.

"Hmph. I've seen better," Ursula scolded, perhaps feeling jealous that Clara had finished two targets in the same time as she'd done one with her blowjob. At some point, the load in her mouth had disappeared... There was very little on the ground or her chin, so one could imagine where it had probably ended up.

"Miss Ursula?!" a young man's voice came from the other side, where she'd just been sucking. "I didn't think I'd run into you here! I guess everyone's doing it, huh?" the guy laughed happily. There was no judgment in his voice, just excitement, like a child figuring out the identity of their secret saint during the winter season.

Ursula clasped one hand to her face irritably, then growled as she brought it away with cum staining the palm. The image was so amusing that the nuns at her side couldn't help but start laughing. Even Clara was **** to place one hand over her mouth, giggling a bit.

"Aw damn! That last stifled one sounded a little like the high priestess when she laughs at one of her own jokes during a sermon! It's her, right!? It's gotta be her! That was probably her pendant a second ago!! Say, what were her tits, like, Andre? Were they big enough to be Fauxbright?!" She didn't hear Andre's confirmation, but she could tell by the other one's raucous laughter that he had probably nodded his head "yes."

That detective work from the unwanted older man caused Clara's eyes to bulge... They'd figured it out! Doing this was one thing... but being seen doing it was another! They'd know she was kneeling back here, dressed only in her panties and covered in their semen. If they did... they'd never take one of her sermons seriously again, would they?! In the minds of mortals, semen beats sermon!