Fr. Christian Farnsworth met Susanna Cox at a small coffee house near the Chancery on a grey, wet day. He snagged a double latte at the counter before beckoning her to follow him out to the door and into his Camry.
"Something different today, Susie. Something for both of us, but I'll need your cooperation."
"You've got it, Chris. Why do you need my cooperation?"
He started the car and slid into traffic, heading for an older part of town. "It's a group of priests that want your services, but don't want to meet you in person. They're part of a prayer group that meets Tuesday mornings, and today they want their prayers answered a bit more literally than usual."
"So, how're we going to pull this off?"
"We're going to an old school next to St. Athanasius parish. In the basement, they're an old nun's bathroom with a hole in the wall at the right place. . ."
Susie gave him a huge, dimpled smile: "And you want to use it as a glory hole?"
"Yes."
"What a wonderful idea. Why are you here?"
"Well," he said, pulling onto a side street that led to a twin spired church. "I want to watch, but I don't want they to know I'm watching."
She cocked her eyebrows at him. "Maybe you'd like a couple for yourself?"
"No, no, no," he said, "I don't like any of these guys; you're better off not meeting them in person, but it would turn me on to watch you give them blow jobs."
Passing around the church, he found a gate open next to the run down school next door. The car turned to hide behind a solid stone wall, remnant of sunnier days between the World Wars. He led her through a door he unlocked and down a staircase to a damp, dingy cubicle 10 feet square, with an antique throne and a cock sized hole in the wall. "Make no indication I'm here," he murmured in her ear, "and use this. It will save you some work." He handed her a small spray dispenser of breath freshener. "This will make their dicks tingle while you suck them, and make them finish sooner."
"How do you know, Chris?"
He winked, "Personal experience. I'll let them know we're here." Whipping out his cell phone, he sent a short text message and flipped it shut.
Susie took off her coat and put on her elbow length black silk gloves. She was wearing a low cut green dress, with a gold crucifix around her neck. Pearl earrings graced her lobes, and a small chain on her left wrist.
Five minutes and a cock peeked through the wall. It was average sized and circumsized, mostly erect and barely damp. She cradled it in her hands, rubbing it slowly and reverently for a minute before flicking out her tongue to tease the head. The touch brought a groan from the other side of the wall. A spritz, and she engulfed the head in her mouth, licking and sucking all around it. He thrust his pelvis against the hole, and his balls appeared beneath his member. A gloved hand teased those curves and twirled the salt and pepper pubic hair that covered them. He groaned again, and she went into overdrive, trying to bring him off quickly. It worked, and the sperm leaked from the corner of her mouth as she stroked and sucked him dry.
The cock retracted completely and was replaced by a long, thin one; freckled and mottled with age spots. A few gloved stroked brought it to full length; she looked at it in wonder before another dose of freshener and some soft tongue work. She was teasing the underside when it released a spray of white liquid; it fell on the cracked ceramic floor a small blizzard on the faded green pattern.
The third was shorter, with huge testicles. It took longer to arouse its attention, longer to swell completely, but Susie was patient and persistent, spending a lot of time fondling his quail eggs before turning her attention to the pleasure pole and coaxing its warm tribute.
Then a dick appeared of a dark hue, a chocolate long john full of promise of a creamy middle. She heard an intake of breath from Chris as it sprung to full size, and teased him by working on this penis with her eyes locked on her companion in the corner. His tongue crept out of his mouth, and his hand went to his crotch, as she took inch after inch of the monster in her hungry maw, gasping as she hit bottom, wiry pubic hair raking her cheeks, and his call of passion reverberated through the ancient hallways. His ejaculation seemed to last forever.
