Cozbi ran her hand, almost a claw now, down Emily’s belly, then over her smooth skinned pubic mound. With her index finger, she brushed the back of her nail along Emily’s dripping slit.
Emily instinctively tried to close her legs. Cozbi again smacked at her, not in the face this time, but her breast, leaving a red imprint. “Try that again and I won’t be so gentle with these nails, Em.”
Cozbi lifted her hand, again wiggling her fingers, her nails shining like tiny daggers. Slowly, they retracted, as a cat would sheath its claws.
“I’m not a monster, Em,” Cozi said softly, sounding truly sympathetic for the first time. “I’m not going to maim you. This might hurt, but I have no intent on doing permanent damage.”
In a flash, her hand was again between Emily’s legs. Emily fought her instinct to clench them shut as Cozbi slipped a long finger inside her well lubricated pussy.
Emily squealed as a second finger joined the first; then a third. Her tiny labia stretched wide as a fourth finger and then thumb penetrated her.
Cozbi kept pushing, Emily’s eyes now bulging and her breath sharp gasps as her aching pussy strained to acclimate. The pressure against her clit from the inside, as Cozbi’s intrusive hand continued its invasion, sent shockwaves of convulsive pleasure through her.
And then Cozbi was wrist deep, Emily now bucking at the hips, riding wave after wave of intense orgasm.
Somehow Cozbi managed to move her fingers inside the impossibly tight confines of her over taxed vaginal walls, pressing up against Emily’s bladder.
Emily felt herself let go, her urine streaming out in a hot flow, pooling on the floor beneath her, soaking her ass.
Emily’s head swam, dizzy, euphoric, and just when she thought the feeling couldn’t be any more intense, Cozbi’s other hand found her clit and began smacking at it with determined ferocity.
Emily’s world exploded in a bright array of colors, her body now completely out of control. She felt herself gush yet again, although whether from orgasm or simply more urine release, she could not tell.
Emily felt on the verge of passing out. Just as she pursed her lips in an attempt to form the safeword that would end this exquisite torture, Cozbi slowly, gently, removed her hand from inside her.
Emily cried out with one last wail as Cozbi extracted the last of her fingers. Her head falling forward, the world went dark.
She awoke to a light tapping on her face. It was Job. “Emily? You okay? Wake up, angel.”
Emily’s eyes fluttered open to find Cozbi still kneeling before her, licking Emily’s juices from her hand like a satisfied predator after a kill. “Mmm. Absolutely delicious.”
She eyed Emily with amusement. “Such a good pet. You deserve a treat. Here, taste.”
Cozbi extended her glazed hand. Emily lapped at it obediently.
“Good pet,” Cozbi repeated. “Job, lay her down on the floor. Our little sex kitten needs a rest I think.”
Job, who had been watching the scene with both horror and fascination, obeyed, guiding a still heavily panting Emily to her back on the floor.
Cozbi moved over her, leaning in, planting gentle kisses on her sticky cheeks, nose and chin before finding her lips again.
Unlike earlier, their kisses were much softer, sweeter, loving even.
Job’s cock throbbed as he watched; Cozbi’s large breasts dangling down over Emily’s smaller ones, their nipples brushing against each other as their kiss continued. Emily reached up and stroked the smooth skin of Cozbi’s back, the gentle caress of a true lover.
“Oh, that’s divine,” Cozbi purred, breaking the kiss. Eying Job, and his pulsing erection, she grinned merrily. “Now Job, be a good chap, will you? Get over here and fuck me in the ass while our little kitten here catches her breath.”
Job moved behind her as Cozbi thrust her ass upwards, presenting herself. Reaching between her legs, he fingered her pussy, gathering reans of her thick cream to lubricate both his cock and her anus.
Cozbi’s groan was guttural as he slowly thrust inside her. “Oh, Em,,” she hissed, her face hovering above, “it’s so fucking good! You’re gonna love a big, hard cock in your ass, Em, trust me.”
Emily lay beneath Cozbi, fingering her still needy pussy as Job fucked Cozbi to several anal induced orgasms before finally pulling out so that she and Cozbi could suck him clean, rewarding both the Devil and the Angel with yet more cum across their upturned, eager faces.
Still miraculously hard, Job next took Emily from behind, pounding her pussy while Cozbi lay spread before them, Emily eagerly feasting on her.
“Cum in her pussy, Job,” Cozbi directed as she writhed under Emily’s busy tongue. “She needs to feel what it’s like to take a hot load inside her.”
Emily looked up as if to object, but Cozbi cut her off. “Don’t worry, pet,” she smirked, “you’re not ovulating, I can tell. You won’t get pregnant, trust me.”
“Trust YOU?” Job objected. “You really expect us to just take your word on that at this point?”
Cozbi laughed. “No, I suppose not. But I don’t want her bogged down with some little rugrat either, it complicates things. I want her all to myself.”
Emily looked back at Job from between Cozbi’s legs. Her eyes were wild, filled with desire and longing. “Do it, Job,” she pleaded, “I wanna feel you cum inside me. Cum in my pussy, and then, in my ass.”
Job answered her plea by relinquishing control and allowing himself yet another climax.
Emily squealed as his spunk flooded her, hot and slippery, splattering against her cervix, oozing from her tunnel as Job withdrew with a wet plop to squirt his last few drops over Emily’s puckered anus.
His still hard cock covered with a mix of both his cum and hers, he added several globs of spit to the mix before pressing the tip of his glans against her asshole.
Even during his most wild porn shoots, Job had never tested the limits of his supernatural endurance this far. But his erection never faltered as he slowly pushed past the tight ring of her anus into her rectum.
Emily did indeed, as Cozbi had predicted, enjoy the sensation of his thick cock filling her ass. Although, much like during the earlier blowjob, she had to stop him at the halfway point, only able to accept the first few inches before the pain of his girth became too much, despite the lubrication.
Still, she adjusted quickly, and resumed her efforts between Cozbi’s legs as Job plowed her ass with short, steady strokes, smacking at her rounded bubble butt at random intervals, producing muffled cries.
The now adulterated chapel echoed with the sounds of their sacrilegious debauchery, blasphemous profanity spewing from their mouths, both women writhing with almost demonic pleasure as multiple orgasms coursed through them.
Sensing both women were now truly, fully satisfied, Job cut loose one last time, filling Emily’s bowels with a final load before collapsing to the floor beside them, now utterly spent.
The air reeked of sweat and sex as they lay together beneath the altar, Jesus on his cross looking down at them from above, a crucified voyeur to their carnal sins.
Emily lay in the middle, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. Her body was covered like some hedonistic baptism with sweat, spit, and the combined mix of her two lover’s bodily fluids, still more leaking from both her pussy and ass.
She felt reborn. Years of nagging doubts and guilt were now replaced with understanding and acceptance.
For better or worse, this was who she was, who she was always meant to be.
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