I realized he had done it all before. I loved sucking his little cock, and learned how to let the huge jets of cum hit the side of my mouth, then swallow. He fucked me, and I liked that too. It was his clear preference, though, to be penetrated. And he would bring dildos, some huge, and I would work them up his ass. But he loved cock in his ass the most, even if it wasn't 14 inches long and as thick as a man's arm. He was into water sports as well, and loved to piss on me, and be pissed on. I had even pissed up his ass, giving him a urine enema.

Our affair, if you could call it that, went on for a year and a half, until I decided to travel. We never kissed. It was pure sex. From time to time, I would learn about others he was having sex with, and once, just once, he brought someone else into our "sessions." He had not told me he was going to do it. I had gone to his offices, it was a Tuesday evening. I had not seen him for a week; he had been out of town. I was horny as hell, I hadn't jerked off since the last time we had been together. He wasn't alone in his office. A much older man, probably in his late fifties, maybe early sixties was with him. They were having a drink. When I walked in, saw the man, I know I blushed. He looked me up and down, it was weird. For a moment I understood how women must feel when walking by a construction site.

Father Paul took the lead. He never introduced me to the man, but it was clear he was high up in the church. "We have been discovered, it seems," Father Paul started. He then explained that some one must have seen us together, and had reported it, and on and on. I didn't believe him. I thought that this man was Father Paul's superior, that they did it together, that he had told him of us, and the older man wanted to have sex with me. "Luckily," he looked at the man, "I was able to convince the investigator that maybe there was a better way to handle this situation." He smiled, "you see, we know each other from when I was much younger." I nodded. So, this man had fucked Father Paul some time ago. He looked at me expectantly. I shrugged. He smiled, the man smiled.

A moment later the man stood and drew up his cassock, he had nothing on underneath. His cock was HUGE, easily nine, maybe ten inches long. He had a thick forest of pubic hair, and big, heavy testicles. His stomach was going to fat, but he was still in pretty good shape. He grasped the enormous organ. Father Paul also stripped, and his tiny prick was puny compared to the man's organ that was before me. They both looked at me, I shrugged, and I too stripped. I wasn't erect. The man wasted no time. He knelt before me and began to suck on my cock. I thrust into his mouth, hoping to choke him, but he took my entire length without problem. Father Paul had planted his face between the hairy buttocks of the man. It was quite a wild afternoon. The man, whose name I never learned fucked my ass, and Father Paul's. It had taken some time for him to