I loved sitting in Father Richard's big church office. I could feel the sexual tension the moment I stepped through the threshold. I took my usual seat in one of the big wing-back chairs that faced his massive oak desk. He was sitting at his desk reading, his glasses perched practically at the end of his noise, he was intense, studying carefully what was before him.
I sat down and noticed that the tea service was already on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I smiled, I loved my weekly visits to Father Tom. I was relishing the quiet, but sexually tense moments, not really knowing what was in store for me with each visit.
Father Richard had specifically requested that I come to his office today, not to the confessional as I had been doing the past couple of visits...so here I was, waiting for my next adventure. I didn't have to wait long. There was a light knock on the door and then it opened.
"Right on time," Father Richard commented to the visitor. "This is Elizabeth, she's the young lady with the sexual lust problems I was telling you about. Elizabeth, this is Father Chris. Father Chris will be assisting me today with your session."
Father Chris was a small balding man. He was dressed in his black trousers and shirt, collar. He was quite short but seemed to be physically fit. He appeared to be much younger than Father Richard. He extended his hand to shake my hand upon our introduction. I shook his hand and noticed how smooth and soft his hands were...small hands, almost like a woman's hand...he had big brown eyes and spoke very softly.
Father Richard closed the book he was reading and laid it upon his desk. He took off his glasses and looked across his desk at me. Then he got up and went to the tea service waiting on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa and poured us all a cup of tea. Father Chris sat next to Father Richard on the sofa.
"Stand right here, Elizabeth," Father Richard told me as I was about to sit in the easy chair on the end of the coffee table. I did as I was told. "Undress her," he instructed Father Chris. I wasn't sure what to think about this but stood there still while Father Chris stood up and came over to me and started unbuttoning my blouse and then my skirt...his hands were warm and his touch very light and gentle. He laid my clothes on the easy chair as he continued to remove my bra and then slid my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and he laid those on top of my outer clothes. Father Richard watched intensly. I could feel my pussy lips swelling as each article was removed. I could see that Father Chris had a hard on, I could tell by the tent rising out of his trousers...and I began to wonder how big his cock was...when would I get to see just how big he was or if it was little...
"Elizabeth, down on your knees," Father Richard demanded. I obeyed getting down on my knees in front of Father Chris. "You may proceed." Father Richard nodded to Father Chris. Father Chris unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his trousers and pulled them down and off after taking off his shoes...he had on black briefs which did not hide his erection. He then removed his black shirt and collar...then without hesitation he removed his black undershirt and briefs, leaving on only his black socks.
His erection was magnificent! He had to be at least 8 inches in length and quite a wide girth to his cock. I noted that he was a bit smaller than Father Richard in cock size.
His cock-head was already swollen and a dark red, leaking of precum...I must've been licking my lips as Father Richard chuckled his observation.
"Looks like Elizabeth is ready to get right to her Cock Worshiping, she's already licking her lips in anticipation of getting your cockmeat in her mouth."
I blushed as he spoke knowing that I was obviously a very naughty, nasty girl...my pussy was throbbing with excitement I could hardly wait to get that hard cock in my mouth...Father Chris stepped up to me kneeling on the floor. He offered me his hard manmeat and I looked over at Father Tom before continuing.
"Yes, my child, take the cock in your mouth. Worship that cock, show Father Chris what a good little Cock Worshiper you are," Father Tom told me. I didn't have to be told twice. I sat back on my legs and took his hard cock in one hand and placed my lips on the very head...precum was leaking out and I licked at it with my tongue. Father Chris let out a very loud moan as I opened my mouth and slowly began to take him...I have a small mouth and I was afraid that his wide girth might be a problem for me, but I relaxed my mouth and jaws as best I could and began to take him into my mouth...my wicked little tongue working, licking, flicking as the head filled my mouth...
I cupped Father Chris' balls with my other hand and then began to ever so gently massage them as I held his cock and continued to take more and more of him into my mouth...I felt his hands on my head, his fingers moving through my hair.
"That's it Elizabeth, take his cock into your mouth. Suck for the nectar that awaits your sexual hunger, your sexual lust needs to be quenched...suck and drink the nectar that will provide you with your sinful satisfaction," I heard Father Richard telling me in his soft, firm voice...Father Chris began to move his hips, starting to fuck my mouth...I could feel his balls jumping and twitching as I increased my sucking pressure on his hardness...I wanted his spew, I wanted to taste the load of cum that was boiling in his balls...I knew I would drink it all, take it all...
I felt Father Chris' fingers and then his hands gripping my hair...the movement in his hips increasing, he was fucking my mouth with more vigor, he was holding me in place by my hair...
"Father Chris, you are to announce when you are ready to release your holy spew," Father Richard told him as he stood next to him. Father Richard then began to remove his clothes until he was standing there only in his black socks. Father Richard was sporting his own incredible erection, his thick black pubs nestling his swollen cum-filled balls...
There was a knock on the door and Father Tom went to answer it. Father Chris continued to fuck my mouth, holding me in place by my hair...not that I was trying to get away from his magnificant cock...I heard voices and then the door closed. There seemed to be more people joining us...
