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Fr. JoeTo say Fr. Joe is no stud is an understatement. Fr. Joeis in his early 60s, thinning hair, bifocals, slim build, about five foot sixand weighing in at about 165. He looks like the quietest, most conservativeman on the face of the earth. Soft spoken and looking like a bookkeeper, Fr.Joe would seem to be the LAST man on earth to fuel any guy’s sexual fantasiesor desires, but, as I found out long ago, Fr . Joe may LOOK quiet, but as faras sex goes, he turns into a raging, horny sex machine!!For instance, every week I go to the rectory and we retire to hisdark-panelled study with its stained glass windows. He sits in hisred-upholstered chair and asks to hear my confession. As I confess mywrongdoings, I can see a bulge behind the fly of Fr. Joe’s black clericaltrousers. When I have finished, his beady eyes glare at me, and tells me Imust be punished for my sins.He turns on the cd player, and Gregorian chants fillthe room with erotic, ancient overtones. Fr. Joe goes to his desk and fromthe drawer he takes out a wooden paddle. He orders me to pull down my suitpants and my boxers. My fat nine-inch cock swings out, and Fr. Joe reachesover and hauls me across his lap. He begins to chant in Latin, and he startssmacking my round, smooth little corporate ass with the paddle. I yelp andgroan, moaning “Bless Me Father, for I have sinned” after each hard, stingingblow. My hard cock grinds against Fr. Joe’s skinny thigh, canlı bahis and a steady streamof lube dribbles out of my huge dick, staining his black trousers.Then Fr. Joe tosses aside the paddle and starts spanking mysore, quivering ass with his bare hand. His small, but strong hand stingslike hell as he assaults my upturned, captive ass.Tearsstart coursing down my lean face as his hand continues spanking my smartingwhite-collar ass. I grind my cock harder against his skinny leg. Suddenly, myoverloaded balls explode, and as Fr. Joe continues to spank my blazing ass, Ihump his lap madly, my huge dong spewing out hot, thick gobs of Catholic cumall over Fr. Joe’s black trousers. When Fr. Joe is convinced I have beenpurged of evil, he allows me to get up, and then I have to kneel before him,and clean the thicky, sticky jizz from his stained trousers. Fr. Joe alwaysenjoys this a great deal, as do I. Now I stand up, and Fr.Joe and I hug one another tightly, our hot tongues dueling it out in eachothers’ hot mouths. My hand rubs the solid bulge behind the fly of Fr. Joe’sclerical trousers, as he rubs and squeezes my sore asscheeks.Now, Fr. Joe unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, and his blackpants fall to the floor. He pulls down his white briefs and then bends overhis desk. Fr. Joe’s ass is far, far removed from bubblebutt status; only theslightest curve keeps it from bieng totally flat. But those smooth, bahis siteleri tightglobes already have my big dong rising once again.Now Fr. Joe knows that he too is a sinner, is in not exemptfrom just punishment. I pick up the plain wooden cross from its desktopholder and brush aside Fr. Joe’s black shirttails. My one arm encircling hisnarrow waist to hold him firmly in place, I start paddling Fr. Joe’s palelittle rump with the wooden cross. His small buns quiver and bounce with eachstinging blow of the wooden cross. He mutters in Latin, in between his pleasfor forgiveness, as I continue to thrash his small priestly ass, theGregorian chants on the cd making me even hornier.Soon, Fr. Joe’s small ass is criss-crossed withcross-shaped welts, those smooth globes of priest-ass now a fiery, angry red.I can see his stubby, angry-looking dick up against the desk edge, droolinglube onto his shirt front as well as his desk. I put down the cross, and tellFr. Joe that I am about to instill the “nectar of forgiveness” into him. Ihear him moan…………he knows what to expect.I drop to my knees and let my slick tongue bathe the hot weltsthat crisscross Fr. Joe’s well-punished ass. Then I pull his tender, smallgobes apart and my hot tongue slithers through the black hair, searching outhis clean-tasting pucker. Fr. Joe grinds his little ass into my face as I rimhim good, and when I get the bespectecled little priest’s güvenilir bahis butthole good andslick, I stand up, and start to ease my aching nine-inch member into histight, slick hole.Fr. Joe moans loudly as more and more of my thick bonerslides into his tight little ass. And when my bloated nuts are against thepriest’s flaming buns, I grab his narrow waist, and start to plow in and out.Fr. Joe mumbles again in Latin as I really start to plow his tight, sweatyhole. My balls smack Fr. Joe’s blistered little buns with each forwardstroke. Each time my huge Catholic cock pounds the little priest’s thrummingprostate, his stubby cock leaks more lube.I then reach around and wrap my fist aroundFr. Joe’s throbbing cock, and I start to pump furiously as I continue to fuckhis tight little buns. All too soon, Fr. Joe reaches his climax. Exclaimingin Latin, his throbbing cock begins spewing wad after wad of cum, splatteringmy hand, the desktop, and his shirtfront. His spasming asshole causes my ownnuts to erupt, and I fuck him like a madman, my huge cock spraying hot,sticky jets of Catholic cum into the depths of Fr. Joe’s blistered littleass. His clutching hole milks every last drop of jizz from my aching nuts. AsI collapse onto Fr. Joe’s narrow sweaty back, I kiss him, nibble his ear,lick his neck. I slowly pull my soft cock out of his well-abused asshole. Hestraightens up and turns around, and we again embrace and kiss, my fingersteasing his sweaty, cum-drooling hole as our tongues slither in and out ofeach other’s mouths. “I love you, ” Fr. Joe whispers. “And I love you,Father, ” I reply, meaning every word. THE END (to be continued…)

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