He was young and virile…extremely virile…and Becky and I tasted of his virility. I called him every sinful and dirty name before, during and after our fuck sessions and it all made him hotter still. One afternoon, Becky left early after one of our ‘fuck sessions’ and Father Daniel whispered in my ear: “Phyllis. I want to meet you away from church and spend more time, alone, just with you.” His words sent chills through me. Becky and I were best friends but also competitors for the priest’s attentions in some erotic way. We girls each wanted to be his favorite, I suppose. Daniel continued: “I know a motel in town. Why don’t we meet there…just you and me?” japanese I nodded and cuddled in to him…we were both naked, except for his cross resting on my breast, and exhausted and cuddling in his private room. I loved rubbing my body cum over his nakedness, feeling his limp cock on my wet cunt…knowing I was the cause doggystyle of putting it to sleep. I reached and felt his balls and thought of seeing him alone. It was erotic to think of our ‘secret’ time without Becky sharing. I was under his ‘Spell.’ The next day couldn’t come soon enough. The motel was walking distance from school and I walked there as soon as class was over, knocking on the room he had indicated. . I was filled with religious fervor as I knocked on the motel door. This time, like the first time between us, we were to be alone and I wondered about it…was aroused by the thoughts of it…all Hardcore day at school. I had dressed…underdressed…for the occasion. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would asian lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing me off with extra strokes. Then he would lie on top of me…when I caught my breath I would reach between us and stroke him as he would gradually go soft. This was a religious experience for me. I knocked on the door, it opened and I entered. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered: “You’re a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise?” ‘Surprise?’ I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering. “The Gospel of John reports ‘Jesus wept.’” he said and I waited for my surprise. “You make me weep sometimes,” he said. “We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it’s like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your body and your cunt.” “That’s not a nice word, Father,” I teased. “Nice isn’t the word,” he said, “divine is more like it and when it’s your ‘cunt’ my cock is in desperate need. And I’m not the only one who feels that way.” I’m not the only one I thought? What does he mean and I hugged him tight, his cross pressing against my breasts, feeling his hard cock against my body. I wanted him just then and whispered: “My little ‘cunt’ wants you to relieve it of its tensions, Father. What is my surprise you dirty man?” Just then the bathroom door opened and I looked to see another man of the cloth emerge. His smile was huge and lecherous! Another good-looking man! I got shivers at the whole idea. It was to be a threesome! Not an animal threesome with Father Daniel’s dog but a human one. That had never happened to me, I was a little scared and I suddenly wished Becky was with me. “This is Father James from another parish. We have been friends and shared stories…I told him of the delightful young nubile parishioner named Phyllis. Stroke it.... “I’m cum just talking hypothetically.” “Do you have a locksmith that you trust implicitly? This is my husband, David.” Jill said. You’re always right. She even asks doggystyle about the lecture I have today, but she has always been interested in my studies. My lips Hardcore began to kiss the soft hair covering it and I then worked my tongue into the opening and began to lick the inside of her pussy lips. Though there was still the sentry jewels to handle placing. “Goddess, she's dripping wet,” panted another. Sally sarcastically replied. “Let’s see… I know you swallow.” He flashed her a wry smile, confirming her assumption that he’d been one of her glory hole patrons. By the end of the week the asian two had to say goodbye and go back to their normal lives, like there was such a thing anymore. Timothy stammered. “I was hoping we could go for the rest of the drive without saying a word then forget this a japanese few weeks later.” It was like an opposite version of 'Where's Waldo'. My husband left me. I was alone. "The same Reindeer that make the worldwide trip?