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“Fr.Joe” (Part 3) (Adult friends)After the last Sunday Mass, Fr. Joe and I drove up to thecountry, to spend a few days at his cabin. The cabin was on property owned byFr. Joe, and we were miles from the nearest neighbor, which suited both of usfine. Once up there, before we even unpacked, Fr. Joe told me to sit in oneof the rustic wooden chairs on the porch. He sat beside me on another, andasked to hear my confession. As I confessed my various sins, I could see Fr.Joe’s eyes narrow behind his bifocals as he glowered at me, and I could alsosee a growing bulge behind the fly of his black clerical trousers. When Ihave finished, Fr. Joe sighs and glowers at me, like a stern dad about topunish his delinquent son. Fr. Joe tells me I must be punished for my sins,and he orders me to follow him to the “Tree Of Discipline”.The old tree, partiallyleaning over, is silently awaiting my well-deserved punishment at Fr. Joe’spriestly hands. First, I am ordered to drop my pants and shorts. When theyare down around my shoes, my huge nine-inch cock swings out, the angry headslick with lube. I am then pushed against the tree, and my hands and anklesare restrained with old rope. Fr. Joe goes into the cabin, and then comesback with a willow switch, the gnarled twigs bunched together lookingmenacing as all hell. “NOW YOU MUST SUFFER THE SWITCH FOR YOUR SINS, MYSON!!”, Fr. Joe growls. With that, he starts switching my bare, round ass,the willow switches lighting a fire to my quivering corporate asscheeks.THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP THIPTHIP THIP THHHIIPP Escort bayan THHHIIPPP THHHIIPPP THIP THIP THIP I cry loudly as Fr.Joe switches my ass with a vengence; no one is around to hear. The switchesattack my ass, which feels as though a swarm of bees is attacking it. Fr. Joeangrily recites Scriptures as he continues to throughly thrash my flaming,raw ass. My hard cock is rubbing against the coarse bark of the old tree,streams of lube drooling over the bark.Soon, my ass is crisscrossed with hot, angryred stripes. Fr. Joe decides I have suffered for my sins, and now will annoitmy sinning flesh. He drops the switch, and unzips his black pants. He pullsout his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over mywell-switched, blazing ass. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against mytortured assflesh. Fr. Joe is again chanting in Latin as he humps myred-striped buns harder. Groaning loudly, Fr. Joe’s hairy old balls explode,and his huge load of priestly spooge sprays all over my sore, flaming rear. Ihear him grunting as his cock continues to whitewash my well-switchedcorporate ass. I feel my own balls about to explode.Fr. Joe massages his soothing cum into the flesh of my blistered buns, andthen he releases me from my restrainsts. He quickly spins me around, drops tohis knees, and goes down on my huge, drooling horsecock. My head is spinning,in total blinding ecstacy, as this balding little priest, my best friend andmy lover, gives me a hot, sloppy blowjob. All too soon, my aching balls boilover, and my hands Bayan escort hold tight to Fr. Joe’s head. His small hands rub andsqueeze my sore, cum-sticky buns as he swallows my hot cum-load; gob aftergob of hot, thick Catholic cum sliding down his throat, filling his hot moth,dribbling down onto his black shirt. When finally the last of my hot cum hasbeen drained from my nuts, Fr. Joe stands up, and kisses me, my tonguetasting my hot load in his mouth. At moments like this, the deep and lovingbond between us is so tangible that it can practically be seen and felt.Now, I pull up my pants and shorts over my sore, red,cum-sticky butt as I watch Fr. Joe drop his black clerical trousers and hisbriefs. Now, I bind Fr.Joe to the punishment tree, his stubby cock against the cum-sticky bark. Hisbare, smallish ass gets my cock twitching again, and I pick up thewillow-bough switch. “FR. JOSEPH, YOU ARE A PRIEST, BUT HAVE SINNED AND MUSTBE PUNISHED FOR YOUR WICKED ACTIONS”, I growl. I pull back my arm, and startswitching Fr. Joe’s vunerable, pale little ass.THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP TTHHHIIPPP TTTHHIIPPPTTTHHIPPP THIP THIP THIP THIP THIIIPPP TTHHIIPPP The balding, bespectacledlittle priest cries out loudly as the coarse switches assault his pale,quivering little rear. I can see him grinding his hard priestly pud againstthe rough bark of the tree, his little buns now twin orbs of red-stripedmanflesh. Again and again, I switch the little priest’s ass. and by now he isin tears as I had been earlier, tears of pain, humiliation, and masculineecstacy. Escort Then I throw down the switch, but instead of cumming all over hisred-striped ass I had done to him, I release him, and then I drop my pantsand shorts and bend over a broken section of split-rail fence. I hear Fr. Joespit into his hand, and then he lubes up that stubby, steel-hard dick of his,and slams it into my waiting ass. I groan loudly as the priest’s poundingprick spears my tight hole, and, soon enough, his balls are slapping noisilyagainst my sore, sticky buns as he rams my butt like a madman.His invading cock is slamming into my humming prostate,his hand furiously pumping my rock-hard cock, as I gyrate my blisteredcorparate ass, urging him on. All too soon, both of us approach yet anothernut-bustin’ orgasm. Growling in Latin, Fr. Joe’s nuts blow, and I feel hishard shaft throb in my tight, sweaty ass, his hot, thick Catholic cumsplattering deep between my tortured assglobes. His expert hand has broughtme to the brink as well, and as I moan and curse, my fat, thick nine-inchhorsecock explodes in Fr. Joe’s pumping hand, gobs of hot jizz flooding hishand. Fr. Joe collapse on my back, and I feel his cock soften inmy worn-out ass. He slowly pulls out, and I hear him pull up his briefs andpants. I straighten up and do the same, Fr. Joe’s hot cum drippling out of myabused ass, staining the seat of my boxers. We again embrace, hug, kiss, andfondle one another, knowing that with each passing day, our love for eachother only grows deeper. As we walk back to the cabin, my hand gentlysqueezes Fr. Joe’s little ass through the seat of his black trousers. Yes, Iwas looking forward to another few days of bieng with Fr. Joe………THEEND!! Hope you guys enjoyed Part 3!!

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