ms dirty goes to church

Walking hand in hand, ms dirty is actually fully dressed, long skirt, loose fitting long sleeved blouse, and for once panties.
“Where are we going today?” ms dirty asks
“You need to go to church ms dirty.” I tell her, “you need to go to confession.”
“I do?”
“Yes ms dirty, you have several sins to ask forgiveness for.” i respond.
The church is on an empty road, it’s far from anywhere, and it’s wednesday. “There’s no one for miles” I tell her.
“Probably”, i add a moment later.
ms dirty can see the door is open, and we enter the church. “Take a seat in the pews, ms dirty”, i instruct.
As ms dirty moves into the church proper, we see the sparkles of rainbows as the leadlight windows shatters the sunlight.
I notice ms dirty is sitting prim and proper at the end of a set of pews, seemingly lost in the dancing light.
I place my hand on a knee, guiding her legs apart and turning her to face the aisle. I reach down and start to bunch her skirt up.
My hands slide under her skirt, pulling her panties down and tossing them behind me to the floor.
I kneel in front of her, my hands between her legs, my fingertips brushing her pussy…it’s already moist i notice.
I kiss the inside of her leg, making my way towards her pussy, my kisses making ms dirty wetter and wetter.
I bury my face in her pussy, and lap at her lips. My tongue parting her lips and probing her entrance.
I slide two fingers into her cunt, fucking her with them, stretching her out and getting her moaning.
I remove my fingers, and lick the juices from them, before returning to her pussy with my tongue. I hear her panting, and groaning and I start to feel her twitch under my tongue.
I push her to the edge, her orgasm on the edge, but then I stop.
I stand up, and I kiss her, tasting her own pussy on my lips.
She looks at me, waiting, i pull her to her feet and guide her to the altar. I lay her down on it, spreading her legs and kneeling in front of her once again.
I lick at her pussy once again, getting her hotter and hotter, driving her towards the edge once again, but never letting her reach it.
Finally, i stand up. “Turn over”, i bark.
She stands behind the altar, looking straight down the aisle as she bends over and lies her heaving chest on the altar. her legs nearly straight as i move behind her pushing her skirt up and bunching around her hips.
My cock slides into her easily, i feel her tight pussy gripping me as i slowly fuck her. I watch as she writhes against the altar, her breasts brushing the hard surface and making her moan as her pussy is fucked hard.
I grab hold of her hips, fucking her hard and fast, my hips slapping against her ass. I reach under her body and find her clit, my finger rolling it as i fuck her hard and deep.
There are no sounds but our rutting, the light bright and full of sparkles.
My orgasm builds and i feel her start to shake around me as her own orgasm rips through her, her pussy gripping my cock tight, milking me as she comes.
She raises her head slightly as her climax fades, my cock still buried and thrusting in her, her eyes looking straight at down the aisle as a man in a long black robe appears in the door.
All ms dirty can do is watch him as my cock pounds her cunt, pile driving her hard against the side of the altar.
My hands grip her hips tighter as her cunt pulls on my cock, i feel the cum start to rise from my balls as the priest starts to move down the aisle.
The priest starts to open his mouth as my own climax jets deep into ms dirty’ s pussy, his protest silently forming as her juices and mine mix, and dribbling down the cloth covering the altar.
We both just watch the priest as he walks towards us. Just watching as we straighten up, and adjust our clothing.
We pass him as we walk down the aisle, “amen father”, I say as we walk out into the sun.