No, he sinfully enters her asshole

A holy war was being waged inside the young man's mind. In the end... sinful thoughts won out. Personal ambition. Greed. All four of these men were going to get their taste of carnal delights with this angel... any one of them could decide to buck the offered gift and go for the asshole. Only one of them would be the first to enjoy an angel's asshole! Probably the first in the entire world to do so with any angel!

His name would go down in history! Or not, considering this was an anonymous sex spot. But maybe he could write a book and tell people, yeah!

With those thoughts on his mind and with no hesitation, he pushed the head harder against the woman's asshole, feeling it yield a little... but it wasn't easy. The man sucked his fingers for a moment, moved his penis out of the way, then used those instead, trying to lubricate the hole.

"Aaaaah!" Clara gasped, throwing her head back in over-excitement as she felt the completely unknown sensation of having anything at all in her ass. "Isn't that the wrong hole?!" she questioned out loud, weighing the loss of faith if she pulled away against the indignation and physical strangeness of continuing.

"That sounded just like Clara Fauxbright, I'm tellin' ya!" the older man told the others excitedly; Ursula could hear the sounds of him patting their shoulders with comraderie.

"It is not! She has chosen a voice that will be calming to you!" Ursula reassured them all, wanting to reach through the hole and grab one of them by the balls to ensure they stopped making stupid observations. "And I thought I told you not to use the ass?!"

"I-I want the ass!" the unnamed, rust-haired man answered. "Please! I've prayed for it! Geod-willing, let me have the ass!"

Clara winced, digging both hands into the grass and feeling the man's fingers excitedly move inside her, trying to make the hole more loose and lubricated. For whatever reason... she felt her other hole becoming wet as well. "You... You prayed for it?" she questioned, looking over her shoulder at the featureless, unreadable wall.

The man's voice was full of fervor, however. "Yes! I prayed to Geod, harder than I've ever asked for anything before! I swore I'd devote my eternal soul to him if he will grant me this one blessing!!" came a roaring shout from behind the wall. This was what was sometimes referred to as divine frenzy... it was almost too much. It was the sign of a true saint... he'd offered his very mind and soul to Geod.

"V-Very well... I permit you to-oh!"

Clara had barely started to give the permission when she felt the fingers slip back out. She could still feel her asshole puckering and twitching from the newfound absence of intruding appendages.

"I-I-I... I give you... p-permission toooo-oooooh~!"

The man eagerly accepted that permission, now testing the hole again with his cock. This time, it was far less obstinate; he found he managed to slip in. "Geod-damn, it's still so tight!" he told the others, as he madly thrust in and out.

On the other side, Clara's teeth clenched and drool ran from either side of her mouth, as her long eye-lashes fluttered above squinted eyes. It was all she could do to prevent from moaning-

"Auuugh... Ooooooooh, Geod!!"

Okay, so she couldn't prevent moaning. Some things were beyond even her power. To go from having never masturbated to completion before, just as of this morning, to now having a man feverishly pumping her asshole was too much. She felt like some part of her mind was breaking. Even if the manuals were all burned and the order was retracted... she felt she'd never forget the feeling of this man's penis. Furthermore, imagining its girth inside of her, she wondered if her asshole was ever going to be the same again... "I-I'll pray to Geod... to restore it... if that is his will..." she thought to herself ridiculously, now lolling out her tongue in a lewd expression that Ursula couldn't help but watch in amazement.

"A-And... If it isn't restored... I shall take its reshaping as a sign... That Geod wants me... wants me to take dicks in my aaaass!!"

With that nonsensical thought, she came hard, her own liquid spewing onto the boards of the wall and the dewy grass below, as the man's was deposited into the condom he'd worn. Clara slid down the wall and landed with her cheek in the dirt, wearing that undignified sex face that looked completely out of character on the head of the church. When the man removed the condom from his dick, he threw it through the hole... due to her position, the spent condom landed on her ass. He hadn't tied it, so a thin stream trickled out against her cheeks uselessly.

A truly fervent believer had been created, Ursula realized... but at some cost. Namely, Clara was clearly in no position to service the remaining men. She gently replaced the amulet upon Clara's neck, then cleared her throat. "The angel is well satisfied. She has departed," she spoke with authority.

"Whaaaat? Bullshit! You fucked her too hard, man!" the older male accused his junior. "Isn't she pissed cause you used her ass when she said not to?!"

"No. The angel is satisfied. Use your ears," Ursula complained, pulling down her black, shear panties as she spoke. "However, I am more than enough to satisfy the rest of you lot. For the good of the church. Use me, and then return to your homes!" Her wetness dripped down her legs... after seeing Clara get such a feverish service, she couldn't hold back!

The sex would continue into the deep of night, as each man took not one, but two turns, releasing their seed into the condoms first and then into the counselor, who demanded it of them.

Clara awoke to find the night far enough advanced that soon, the sun would rise. The two sisters were still leaning, sleeping comfortably against the tree. Perhaps they hadn't awoken yet, due to that position, or perhaps due to the potency of the sleep prayer that had been cast upon them.

She and Ursula, on the other hand... were both lying with their faces in the dirt and their asses in the air. Clara was completely naked, while Ursula still wore her black dress, but pulled up about her corset so that her fat butt was gracelessly exposed to the morning sunlight. Taking in air sharply as she realized the situation, Clara quickly pulled the dress down over Ursula's bottom, then began to redress herself... going to sleep this late, she would surely miss her morning sermon! "I-I'll entrust this to you, Miss Ursula!" she told the **** counselor, as she straightened her habit, wiped dried semen from her face, and then lifted the hems of her robe's skirt from her ankles so she could move quickly down the hill. She headed down from the old chapel towards her home on church street and prayed to Geod she wouldn't run into anyone she knew... her unwashed hair was embarrassment enough, without even getting to the questionable stains that had been left on her hood and wimple...