Priest Tests the Busty Hot Wife
Father Patrick Mallory
It had been three months since the app, and I was almost to 10,000 Faith Crystals.
Something very special would happen then.
My limo turned out of my church's parking lot as we headed toward where Herbert Schumer lived. He had called me this morning, worried his wife cheated on him. I had the perfect test. The Bimbo App: Faith Edition was amazing. I had my bimbo nuns.
In fact, Sister Bethany Anne was driving the limo while the Bimbo Superior was in the back with me. The mother superior had gone from a wrinkly prude to a gorgeous MILF. She looked so sexy in the new habits. Their corsets left their tits bare and their skirts were so short they were practically useless. They had white thigh-high stockings and their wimple and veils, of course. They also wore their belts about their slender waist with their rosary beads.
Those served as portable sex toys.
Three months running my church as my personal domain. Donations were way up as men came in for confession and made contributions to find forgiveness in the embrace of my bimbo-nuns. They were such naughty things.
"Mmm, come sit on my cock, Bimbo Superior," I said.
"Yesy yes, Fathery Mallory!" she squealed and crossed the limo. She was a mature bimbo who acted like she was eighteen. She mounted me. "I lovey dovey your holey moley cock in my sainty pussy!"
"That's right," I groaned as she gripped my cock. She stroked up and down me. "Mmm, let me feel that hot cunt around my cock, Bimbo Superior!"
"I'm super-eerie bimboy-nun!" she squealed, not realizing what she said. She was too dumb.
God, I loved bimbos.
Her pussy slid down my cock as I groaned, "Thank you, whoever gave me that app!"
God certainly didn't send me this sinful app.
The mother superior's hot pussy felt amazing. I savored that wonderful snatch. I knew that I wouldn't be going to heaven without spending a million years in Purgatory for all these sins. I didn't care, though. She felt glorious as she slid down my dick.
She bottomed out on me, her moans echoing through the limo. Her veil rustled around her face. I loved the sight as she slid her cunt up and down my cock. I groaned, reveling in the feel of that hot cunt working up and down my cock.
"Fathery Mallory's hugey cock!" squealed the mother superior.
"Ooh, ooh, ridey him," gasped Sister Bethany Anne from the front. She was my first nun. A young slut with such a tight slit. "I lovey dovey ridying his holey moley cock!"
"So holey moley in my sainty pussy!" gasped the mother superior.
"That's fucking right," I groaned, her delicious pussy feeling incredible around my dick.
I loved the way she rode me, her hips wiggling and stirring her cunt around my dick. She felt incredible about my cock. That hot pussy massaged me. I loved every inch of her wonderful twat massaging my priestly rod.
She felt wondrous. I gloried in that amazing pussy. She massaged me with all that hot flesh. She gripped my cock, her silky snatch riding me. Her moans echoed through the limo as we drove to the Schumer Residence.
"Ooh, ooh, are you gonna all floody me with your cummies, Fathery Mallory?" she moaned.
"What do you think?" I groaned.
"Um..." She paused in riding me. Bimbo Superior Geraldine Ruth looked so confused. "Thinky? That's so hardy? Just telly me." She bounced on my lap like a petulant child, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. "Pleasey please, Fathery Mallory!"
"Of course I am," I said. "I love cumming in my bimbo superior's cunt."
She beamed at me. "Yay!"
Her cunt worked up and down me again. I treasured that moment, enjoying the heat of her twat sliding up and down me. She gripped me with that wonderful cunt. It was so amazing to have her sliding up and down my cock.
My nuts tightened as the slut worked up and down me. It was an incredible moment to have her riding me. She squeezed down on me with all that passion. I would just dump my load into her twat. She held me tight with her hot cunt.
"Ooh, ooh, that's so goody and holey!" she moaned. "So holey in my cunty hole!"
"Damn straight," I groaned and slapped my hands down on her plump rump.
She squealed, her pussy clamping down around me. She specialized in vaginal sex. They were either oral nuns, titty nuns, anal nuns, or pussy nuns. I enjoyed having that cunt sliding up and down me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
She clamped her twat down on me in just the right ways to add that extra massage. She was driving me wild. It was incredible to have her riding me like that. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum.
I craved that so much. It would be spectacular to have that pleasure sweeping through me. She plunged her cunt down my cock. She gripped my dick with that hot flesh. I shuddered, savoring that heat sweeping through me.
I would cum so hard.
Just burst in her.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Mmm," she moaned. "That's so good. That's just incredible. I love it. I love it so much!"
"I know," I growled. "Fuck, that's good. That's so fucking good!"
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with such heat. She plunged her cunt down my dick. She made me feel so good. I rushed toward that moment when I would burst. I could not wait for the pleasure to wash through me.
It would be perfect.
"Fathery Mallory!" she gasped. "I'm gonna go all cummy on you!"
"Do it," I hissed. "Let me feel that pussy going wild around my dick!"
"Yesy yes, Fathery Mallory!" she moaned. She plunged her cunt down my dick. "Yay!"
She spasmed around my dick. Her hot flesh suckled at me. It was so good to have her writhing around my dick. I loved every inch of that hot flesh rippling around me. My nuts tightened as she bucked on me.
"Givey me your holey moley cummies, Fathery Mallory!" she squealed.
"Yes!" I roared and erupted.
I spurted my cum into her hot pussy. I loved the pleasure shooting through me. It was so hot having all that ecstasy spurting into my cunt. I savored every last moment of this passion. It was so good to have it shooting through me.
I dumped my load into her twat. I filled her up with my spunk. It was so good to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I grunted, dumping load after load of spunk into her flesh. I was so good to fill her with my jizz.
"So much holey moley cummies!" she gasped. "In my sainty pussy!"
"Yes, yes, your bimbo-saintly pussy!" I growled.
"Yay!" she gasped as she milked me dry.
I groaned, savoring that heat rushing through me. The bimbo superior was such a wonderful rush. I loved fucking all my bimbo-nuns. They were all so amazing. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her pussy rippling around me as Sister Bethany Anne drove us.
The limo made a turn. I breathed slowly, almost drifting off into a post-coital bliss. However, the limo came to a stop. The GPS said something about arriving. The bimbos could be trusted to do complicated tasks.
But only if they somehow involved serving me. It was... strange.
Strange but wonderful.
"We're here," I said.
"Yay!" squealed the bimbo superior. She bounced on my dick. "I lovey arrivying! It's like cummying!"
"And since we've arrived, you have to get off my cock so I can get out of the limo," I said with patience. You need patience with a bimbo.
"Righty right!" she slapped her palm against her forehead. "I'm such a dummy!"
"Yep, but I love you anyway," I said.
That made her squeal and kiss me. Her lips were soft and playful. I groaned, savoring her kissing me. Her pussy gripped me. She slid up me and back down me. I gripped her rump. I wanted to keep letting her fuck me, but...
I broke the kiss and said, "We're here. Get off me."
"Oopsie daisy!" She slid her cunt off me. "I'm so glady we're here." She paused. "Where are we?"
"The GPSy place," Sister Bethany Anne. "That's where we are!"
"The Schumers," I said and shoved my cock back into my pants.
I opened the door and climbed out. I straightened and stretched, feeling so good about this. My two bimbo nuns joined me, both taking my arms. I smiled and headed to the door in my black shirt with the white priest collar. I whistled as we reached the porch.
I rang the doorbell.
The door opened and a nervous Herbert Schumer stood there. He glanced around the street then motioned us in. "She's upstairs," he said. "I'm glad you're here and..." He stared at my bimbos' tits. "So glad."
"We're here to blessy you!" Sister Bethany Anne said.
"Yesy yes!" said Bimbo Superior Geraldine Ruth with absolute confidence before glancing at me. "Righty right?"
"Have your wife come down," I said and pulled my phone out of my pocket. The best way to find out if a wife had been cheating was to see what sort of bimbo I could make her into. For married women, the app gave me two options.
"Honey," Herbert called. "Father Mallory and his nuns are here to see us."
"What?" his wife gasped. "Why is a priest here they here?"
Mrs. Kelly Schumer rushed down the stairs in a faded, yellow T-shirt, the logo on it all but destroyed by years of washing. She had on a pair of jeans, her brown hair swaying around her face. Her hazel eyes looked wary.
"I would have made tea," she said. "Um, so what brings you to our home, Father Mallory? I've never gone to your church before." She didn't comment on the nuns. No one did. Neither were members of my parish going to a neighboring church.
Well, they would be.
"Your husband has some questions about your fidelity," I said and aimed my phone at her.
"What?" she gasped.
A prompt appeared on my phone over her image.
Bimbofy the faithful woman Kelly Schumer into a Bimbo Nun?
YES
or
NO
"Good news," I said, keeping the phone on her, "she's never cheated on you, Herbert."
"What?" Mrs. Schumer gasped again, glaring at her husband. "You thought I was cheating on you?"