Sister Agnes vs. Bubbles Burst - So Little Faith

Mariah sighed on the floor, finally recovering from the bliss she’d just been dragged through. Agnes had a talented tongue, and she wasn’t speaking of the woman’s speaking abilities - though, yes, those were impressive, too. For someone so pious, the woman did some of the best work between her legs, hitting her in a raw way that she couldn’t recall being match. She could probably teach her wife a thing or two, though she decided it best not to mention that. Bubbles didn’t mind her sharing partners and sleeping about, but she did mind not being at the top of Mariah’s lists.

With a long, husky sigh, she sat up and let her brain reboot the world, scanning everything around her. There was the crowd, looking excited, completely pumped.

Oh, and there was Agnes. Where had Bubbles run...off...to…

”Oh. Wow.”

Those were the only two words she could muster as she looked up and saw the sight of her wife - who weighed over two hundred pounds, easily - being hoisted up and held in the powerbomb position in a terrifying display of unholy strength, all while the nun worked her over with that same devilish organ. From all the sound she made, she was enjoying it, too. Immensely.

But what came up, had to come down, and in Bubbles’ case, she came down hard, on an unforgiving surface. The entire crowd recoiled at the impact, lurching away as the Virgin Killer hit hard enough to bounce. She cried out, once, then fell back with her arms to the side, back arched, hissing through her teeth.

Mariah moved up to her hands and knees, looking on with obvious concern for her wife’s spine. Tough as Bubbles was, she was still human. ”Bianca!” She cried out, even though they were only a yard or two away. ”Are you okay?”

Her wife gave her a weak thumbs up, then flopped back down and gasped, squeezing out a laugh through it, somehow. ”Had better days, won’t lie.”

Sweat ran down Agnes' brow as she looked down upon her handiwork. The behemoth Bubbles Burste had been laid low by her hand. And mouth. The taste of the woman still lingered upon her lips and mingled with that of her wife. There was something satisfying about the tincture of both lovers' forbidden fruits. A temptation that, try as she might, Agnes couldn't resist hungering for more of. It was almost enough to distract her from the dull ache in her back and shoulders. The price she'd paid for hefting the great woman. Subtle as it might have been... The cost had been great.

"She is fine enough to continue." Agnes she responded to Mariah with a labored tone as she moved towards her battered betrothed. "She has to be, because I am not done finishing her off." She knelt and grasped the woman by her calves, hefting them upon her shoulders and plowing her forward so that her weight balanced upon the back of her neck. "Spare the rod; Spoil the child." She threw a razor sharp glance at Mariah as she finished attempting to prop the woman's wife's lower body up. If she was successful, it would leave Bubbles' boots on either side of her head. Her thighs splayed open and her ass and crotch ingloriously displayed to the heavens.

Agnes would slide into place, her breasts pressing firmly against the small of Bubbles' back as her legs intertwined about her body. She'd cross her ankles beneath Bubbles head, but above the woman's shoulder blades, locking her in a strange form of seated full nelson. What it truly meant, was that Bubbles arms would be locked beneath Agnes and restrained behind her. It meant that Agnes was free to utilize her hands.

Said hands were placed against Bubbles thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as a means to keep the woman's legs spread. The pleasant massage was a happy collateral prize. "Tell your wife about the divinity my mouth visited upon your fragile flower." She said to Mariah as she looked hungrily upon Bubbles' vulnerable crotch.

"Reassure her, that the gift she is about to receive is worth her suffering. Moan your repentance, Bubbles Burste." Her words redirected back to the subject of her restraint before she would finish the hold. The seated full-nelson and propped up backside were all just foreplay... The true purpose of the hold was to present Bubbles womanhood, unprotected, to Sister Agnes. A hand would slip fingers beneath the attire that veiled her, and pull them aside.

She then pressed her mouth, open, over Bubbles pussy. Delivering unto it a kiss not unlike the one she'd shared with Bubbles mouth. Sloppy and loud. Lewdly slurping as she attempted to drink deeply of the woman's sin. And in this position, some of said sin might even find itself dripping back down onto Bubbles herself.

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Bubbles was fucked. In just about every meaning of that word, too.

She’d taken powerbombs, and she’d taken moves on the floor, but this was the first time she could recall having those two elements combined. Agnes had utterly wrecked her with that simple move, and if this had been a traditional match, she would’ve been primed for a pinfall. There was no way she could’ve kicked out of that, especially when she had someone with this much strength and weight on top of her.

But she was in a normal match. This was hentai, which meant she had something much more interesting to look forward to...or dread, depending on how she choose to look at it. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not Agnes would be making a move on her, but how, and she went with an interesting method.

”What...what’re you-” Agnes was working her into a strange position, one that she’d never been in before, even with all her wrestling experience. Using her legs to secure the arms, keeping her upside down and trapped, it was awkward move, but not all that painful, and Bubbles didn’t fret until she realized the true purpose: It put her pussy in the perfect position to be plundered.

Bubbles cried out as the nun went to work, letting out a long, lustful moan. Her tongue deftly moved through her folds and shot pleasure into her like electric bolt, making her jerk about in Agnes’ grasp. Utterly helpless, all she could do was throw her head back and pant, toes curling in the euphoria. A part of her was searching for a way out, some method to escape the inevitable end, but it couldn’t find much, and it didn’t help that a larger part of her brain just didn’t care. She was getting pleasure, and it simply wasn’t in her nature to escape that.

Sister Agnes had the might Bubbles Burste trapped, cradled in her own sin. "Mmmph! Mmmn! Slrrrp!" She consumed her greedily. Every kiss, lick, and suck audible to not only Bubbles, but her nearby wife and the audience behind her.

The blonde nun nuzzled her face against Bubbles caramel pussy like a cat against it's owner's leg. She sucked heartily upon Bubbles labia. Drawing them into her mouth one at a time like watermelon slices. Her tongue ran along their silken interior, drawing more of her salty tasting arousal into her mouth. She buried her nose against the woman's hardened clit. Teasing it with lust-filled exhales as her tongue pressed inside of her. She sucked hotly upon her entrance, her throat working as she drank deeply of the upside-down woman's essence. She drew what seemed like an impossible amount of fluid from the woman's body. It was certainly too much to swallow, and it would run down her cheek. It would rain down sloppily upon Bubbles moaning face. "Mmmph! Cum for me!" She commanded, mouth full of cunt. "Fill my throat!"

Agnes, for all her piety, was lost in Bubbles body. Entirely consumed by giving the woman pleasure. Her hands rubbed and massaged the woman's spread inner thighs. Comforting and coaxing. Her own hips pumped against Bubbles back. It was ineffective. She couldn't grind against anything from this position... But it wasn't logic that drove her body any longer. She had become a primal typhoon of carnal desires. She was all moans and smacking lips. Her eyes were closed and her world became only her lovers sensitive organ. And from this position, she sought to make turn the veteran sex fighter into a fountain. To make Bubbles... Well... Burst...

God, Agnes was good. Really good. Bubbles was going to lose this, she knew it, and she only had herself to blame. The match had been firmly in hand at one point, but she let it get away from her in order to build a little extra pleasure and set the scene. She hadn't thought the opening could be exploited, but it could, and her opponent did it expertly. If this was the same fervor that Agnes brought to all her matches, then Friction’s hentai division had a dangerous new contestant, one who’d quickly work her way through the ranks.

And she was going to start with Bubbles. The Virgin Killer bucked, squirmed, and thrashed, but there was no escaping what was coming and what was cumming. She gave in, let it happen, submitted to Agnes tongue, and from there it was a slick slide downhill.

Bubbles let out thin shriek, one that a woman her size could barely produce, and let the flow take her away. She came in Agnes’ mouth, giving all the juices she could handle and a bit more on top. The crowd looked on as Bubbles Burste, the terror of the hentai division, erupted in sweaty bliss, and even the referee needed a moment before she called for the bell to make it official.

Sister Agnes had won.

"Mmn! Mph! Slrrp!" Agnes dined on Bubbles body like it was a five star restaurant. She kissed her insides with aplomb and sucked upon her juices with a hunger that could only be described as ravenous. Her fingers played soft music along the curve of her legs. Her tongue painted magnificent murals upon the caramel-skinned woman's clit. She eagerly anticipated her forced lovers sensual submission!

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And when it came, she gorged herself! She sloppily kissed her spraying cunt! She allowed Bubbles essence to pour down her throat. She drank her so deeply that she hadn't the time to taste her. Her throat overflowed quickly, and the contents of Bubbles pleasure sputtered out of her mouth and rained back down upon Bubbles' wailing face. And all the while, Agnes never stopped feasting!

She was rabid with lust and continued to drink, suck, and kiss upon Bubbles core until her bucking stopped.

As the bell rang, Agnes looked towards Mariah. "Sit on her face." She commanded, her eyes still raw with need. She dropped Bubbles body, allowing her to flop down so that Agnes could reach her own hips. So that she could begin to remove her own bottoms.

It was clear... The bell meant very little to sweet Sister Agnes.

There were a number of ways Mariah could have responded to what happened next. The match was over, so there was no obligation for her or Bubbles to be there anymore.They could leave at will. Also, she could’ve done the expected thing, reacted the way most people would have if a nun who just fucked their partner silly told them to sit on said partner’s face - likely violence of some kind.

But she wasn’t ‘most people’. Neither was Bubbles, for that matter, and Agnes damn sure wasn’t. This was a unique situation, and it would be getting a unique response. ”Yes. Ma’am.”

Mariah came over and did as instructed, spreading her legs wide and letting her ass settled oer her wife’s face. A strange sight, but not as rare as many would’ve thought - this wasn’t even the first time she’d be in this kind of position, remembering similar sexual escapades with the likes of Femke and Faheema. When it came to lust, few things were off the table for thiem, and this wasn’t even close to making the list.

She planted her hands on Bubbles’ breasts and massaged them, kneading away as her wife writhed beneath. After a husky sigh, she looked up at the conquering nun, eyes half-lidded. ”And now?”

"Such cooperation. You must be eager to do the lord's work. Look how excited you are." She offered a chiding smile towards Mariah as she watched the woman smother her wife. She observed the way her fingers buried themselves into her caramel breasts. The way her thighs tensed against the side of Bubbles' face. She was ready and waiting and simply needed Agnes to turn the key. She grasped one of Bubbles' ankles and lifted the woman's leg. She stretched the limb so that it was flat against her belly and her foot was within Mariah's reach.

"Take hold of her leg and spread her wide." She paused, allowing Mariah to follow her instructions before she settled herself over her wife's body. Agnes own sex was on display now. Smooth and sopping. Her thighs were slick need. With a gasping breath she pushed herself down onto the amazoness. Their vulvas kissed and parted, allowing the soft, sensitive pink flesh to make burning hot contact.

"Together, we're going to cleanse your beloved." She panted. Her eyes fluttering as some of her pious visage was subsumed by sapphic hunger. "I am going to dominate her pussy." She began. Her hips started the thrust powerfully. Grinding their cunts against one another. Their hardened, sensitive buds fencing as they slid across one another. Their honey mixing as their slits shared with one another. "And you are going to drown her with yours!" She threw her head back with a gasp.

"Fuck her face, Sister!" She dropped the pretenses finally, and delivered the command like the thrust of a sword!

Bubbles, for the record, had little idea what was going, but she knew enough to know that she liked it. Her wife’s ass in her face? Rare treat. And when was the last time they had a threesome where she was the meat in a sandwich? She was fairly sure this wasn’t the first time, but she couldn’t think of anything to compare with for the life of her. The lack of oxygen wasn’t going to help.

Meanwhile, Mariah was lost in the moment, following Agnes’ orders as best she could. Getting her wife’s tree trunk legs up was not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, but the nun made it worth the effort as she descended, pressing her pussy to Bubbles. The Virgin Killer let out a long, lewd moan that echoed into Mariah’s ass and left her shivering - not the first time she’d heard her make a noise like that, but only a few could get such a loud one. The nun was a special woman, indeed.

When she was told to fuck Bubbles’ face, wshe went about the task with so little hesitation that she might as well have been on remote control. Grinding back and forth, she thrust back and force, humping along her wife’s features. A tongue came out to play, lapping at her juices and goading her on, making the impossibly hot moment even hotter. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to, and she certainly didn’t want anything else at this moment.

Harder. Faster. Rougher. Mariah’s breath quickened as she reached another climax, and she could tell that Bubbles wasn’t too far from the same thing, despite having recently reached that peak herself. Her juices overflowed, mixing with Agnes’ and dripping all along the floor, pooling beneath the,

It was a wild, hot scene, and the crowd could only look on in awe, awaiting the steamy climax...

Sister Agnes' plump pussy kissed Bubbles' in a heated clash of lust. The sex fighting sister ground her body against her caramel sister in rough, rhythmic motions. Every collision came with wet, slick sounds as she mixed their cunts together enthusiastically! The blonde watched the woman across from her hump her face with the same fervor that she was tribbing. Agnes moaned in chorus with the other two women. One's was muffled by ass while the others was free like her own.

She watched Mariah's body tense up and release. She watched her bucking become erratic as she came upon her wife's face. Freeing herself of the lustful impulses that had corrupted her. The sight made Agnes' heart soar. And her sex clench. She leaned forward and grasped Mariah roughly by the hair as her breathing hastened. She captured Mariah's lips in a deep kiss at the moment of her orgasm. To breath it in through her mouth as their tongues played.

"Ohhhhhh~!" Mariah's had been the spark that lit the fuse. Agnes returned the favor as she moaned her climax down Mariah's throat forcefully! Her eyes crossed and her tongue fell into Mariah's mouth as she lost control! Her hips quivered and shook as she reached completion. Her entrance sprayed it's contents shamefully upon her defeated lover. She came in pulsing streams that coated Bubbles' pussy. Inside. And out.