Down her throat

John pulled out of CeeCee, who whimpered. He pointed at his dick, and CeeCee got the hint. She got on her knees and took him like he a communion wafer. John groaned, and his dick started to flow. Sister CeeCee kept her hands cupped beneath her so she wouldn't spill a drop to the ground. It was unnecessary, as she swallowed eagerly. John grabbed the back of her head and thrust forward as he kept coming. He shivered and his leg quaked. She quivered and quaked as she swallowed. He fell forward a bit, as his muscles gave out. He had come a lot since waking up this morning. He needed just a minute or two to catch his breath, he thought.

The doors of the church burst open and two cops entered before John had a chance to get himself zipped up. That was no problem. He snapped his fingers and everyone was dressed again. His other hand snapped and suddenly John was at the exit behind the cops.

He only snapped them to dressed normal. Subconsciously, he must have wanted them to be young and hot again. That was fine. He was also pretty sure that they still had a vow of lesbianism and mid-day orgies. Still alright with him.

"Uh, we were called about an **** or possible **** happening in the church?" One of the two policeman said.

"No, officer, it must have been a prank call or something," Sister CeeCee said, simply. She smacked her lips a little. She hoped that she could get them to leave, so they could continue their orgy, and she could get between Sister Mary Raphael's legs again.

John smiled, and decided to get himself out of there. He snapped again so that cops wouldn't notice him, and then snapped again outside the cathedral's doors. The ring of keys with the cop car's keys appeared in his pocket. He ambled down to the cop car, and drove away.