Men of the Cloth, Part 2

It was getting late and although I was still in a very sensuous mood, I thought it best that I leave. Father Casey agreed, but insisted on going with me. He was not due to perform any services and said that he had mentioned taking a few days off. Anyway, he wanted to continue my “therapy,” as he put it. We went to my home and as I closed the door, I was sure that I would never be the same.

I was still hot and wanted to sample his wares further. I stripped completely and he marveled at the color of my dark skin. His hands caressed my body and his lips and tongue followed. “You are beautiful,” he said. I have often sneaked longing looks at black women and wanted to touch them. Your skin is so soft and supple.”  I am not a thin woman. I sport a voluptuous body and have a tendency not to attract men near my age, who seem to want much younger and thinner women. I reveled in the attention he was giving me. I could not help but ask him how many times had he been with women. He smiled and said that he had been fighting a losing battle for quite a while. Although he wanted to hold fast to his vows, his flesh was weak and he craved the forbidden fruit. I understood exactly what he meant. I felt almost the same; that I had not experienced my fantasies was a good example of that. I reached for him and he took me into his arms to hold me close. We kissed passionately for several minutes, then he, too, undressed. After a quick shower, I made us a light dinner while he showered. We ate and further discussed my “therapy.” I told him that I wanted to feel him inside me and he said that was exactly what he was planning to do next. He made us both a cup of his famous tea and the feelings began to overtake us again. The warm glow I felt coupled with my natural desires made me more than ready to continue.

He clamped his mouth to my right breast and suckled greedily. The sensations were fantastic. I cradled his head to me and gently squeezed his nipples, which drove him wild. Realizing this, I bent my head and took a nipple into my mouth. I grazed it with my teeth and he groaned loudly. “Ooooohhhh, baby, that feels so good. My nipples are so sensitive. You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum without us fucking.” Those words excited me so. I licked it soothingly and nibbled at the other one for just a second. I would keep that little information in my head for future reference. We walked hand in hand into my bedroom. I turned on a small lamp and pulled the covers back and invited him in. He crawled onto the bed and held the covers up for me to join him. He immediately started kissing his way down to my pussy; he gave it a big French kiss and I almost lost control. His licking and lapping drove me crazy and I opened my legs wider to give him better access. I wanted him now and tugged him upwards to cover me,  he plunged his hard dick deep into my cunt. Aaaaaaahhhh, the thrill of having my pussy filled with such hotness. I couldn’t help but to grind my hips up to meet his thrusts. “Oohh, fuck me, Casey. Do it, baby. Give me more of it, now.” I couldn’t control my shudders; this was the best fuck I had experienced. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him even closer and deeper into me. “Help me, baby; make me cum for you. Give me what I need, lover.”

I felt the storm rising in me, the heat of orgasm climbing higher…I was at the edge, waiting, waiting…”Ooooohhhh, ccccccccuuuuuummmmiiiiiiiiinnnnggggg, babyyyyy, sssoooooo hottttttt.” His jism shot deep into my well and my cunt muscles gripped his dick, mikling all of his cum out. His hands squeezed my ass as he plowed downwards into me. Spiraling down from such a hard cum was hard on the lungs. We were both panting and breathless. We kissed and couldn’t seem to get enough.

He was such an excellent lover and I told him so. He said, “Baby, this is only the beginning. I have a friend who is also a priest, and he would love to join us for some fun. I’ll call him right now and see if he’s available. I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” So, he called his friend, Father Sam, who promised to come over right away. Father Sam was also a heavy set man with handsome features, about Father Casey’s age, and I liked him immediately. After they embraced, he pulled me to him and kissed me eagerly on the mouth. I responded, as I was so excited at what was about to happen. He undressed quickly and we all got on the bed. The king-sized bed was just what we needed–I had always had a preference for large built men and had purchased the bed with the thought of something like this happening. They each caressed a breast and suckled as I ran my hands over their backs. I wanted them both; I wanted to feel their bodies pressed close to mine. Their hard cocks were enclosed in my hands and they pumped their hips in and out of the fists I made. Father Casey moved up towards my mouth and rubbed his prick on my lips, urging my mouth open. I readily sucked down on his cock. He moved his hips in and out of my mouth, closing his eyes and mumbling words of encouragement. Father Sam was blowing his hot breath on my pubic hairs as he used his thumbs to spread the lips apart and licked greedily at the cum dripping from Father Casey’s and my last fuck. He ate my pussy as though I might get away from him. I was already hot again and wanted to cum on the tongue that kept dipping in and out of my slit. He climbed up and teasing my clit with the head of his dick, he put it at the opening of my cunt hole and slid inside. My head was clouded with thoughts of what we were doing. I was fucking upwards to meet his every plunge and sucked faster on Father Casey’s big pole. Just then he pulled his cock from my lips and told me to concentrate on fucking Sam. I did just that and fucked for dear life.

I wasn’t expecting another cum, but I sure was enjoying this fuck session. Then, before my eyes I watched as Father Casey rubbed his dick over Father Sam’s face; the cock was slick and shiny from my sucking it and my eyes never left it–I was amazed as Father Sam opened his mouth to take it in. God, it was really happening. I was watching my partner suck another man’s cock! It must have had the same effect on Father Casey because he grasped the head that was sucking him and fucked it like a pussy, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Just watching caused me to crash over the edge I had been straddling. Father Casey started cumming and I watched as Father Sam swallowed the spunk hitting his throat. That’s when I felt the cum hitting the walls of my cunt. This was one scene I wanted to happen over and over again. My fantasy had come true. I was living it. Father Sam kissed me and gave me a taste of the salty treat he had coveted. Father Casey kissed and tongued us both. As the now flaccid cock was pulled out of my pussy, Father Casey bent to lick all of the cum from both the cock and my cum-drenched cunt. I lazily watched this and then fell fast asleep.

Is there more? You bet your life there is…

 

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  1. Bapincali209

    damn chica, i aint even mad at cha, keep up the good work, check me out too, Khandi

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  2. tracirex

    Damn, girl, gotta love that. Got me goin!

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