Sue Suckit - Justine

A minute to get breath and then he led me to Father Daniel's room and shoved me in. A twin to Father Michael lay stretched all naked on the bed.

My dear girl, have mercy, I cannot wait; you are lovely, come! Holding up the rosy rooster to crow, and in a minute he did crow loud in sweet spurts of hot sperm.

Then all three in one room, danced, kissed, groped, rolled in one heap of heaving, wanton flesh, until I snatched the rigid rod of Michael in my lips, the stately staff of Daniel pierced my upraised buttocks and both together, shot their shafts, while Daniel's rapid rubs made spend my ever ready slit.

Three times each proud prick tilted to a teeming rest, and three times I went off; then all went to sleep, me sandwiched in between them.

When I awoke the sun was streaming in and softly leaning up, I gazed down upon the handsome forms of my sleeping stallions. Gently my hands sought their priapian playthings, and gently frigging fetched them both to fierce erection.

They woke and thrusting me back against the pillow, knelt before me with proudly ponderous pricks.

I will breakfast on you, one after the other, I said, who is in the biggest hurry?

I am! cried Michael, I cannot wait, and I devoured greedily the already throbbing column and wasted not a drop of its warm essence; then I took a second breakfast on the jumping, juicy cane of Father Daniel.

Our more substantial breakfast followed our dressing and we wandered into the deserted church and presently were reclining on the cushions in the chancel, drinking sweet sacramental goblets of wine, emptying them not once but often, until we alt jumped up, stripped naked, and ledged each other in a final bumper.

Frisky, we writhed all three together, lips and hands stimulating each carnal part. An idea struck me.

Let us lay a venereal offering on the altar.

The drunken priests assented and making Father Michael stand upright, I knelt beside him, one arm round his waist and with my right hand, frigged his priestly prick, till high in the air flew the hot oil, straight upon the altars' polished top and then he pressed his pego to my lips and I sucked out the oozing remnant. Then Father Daniel's seething cock was raised before the shrine and he, too, sent spurting high, a sacrifice of hot semen.

Seizing me, wriggling, they lifted me upon the altar and made me dance a can can there, till mad with these wild scenes, I knelt upon it, leaning back till my head most touched my heels, and they in quick succession sucking my squirming slit, till I spent twice, and a living sacrifice, lay panting on my back.

Recovering, they made me pose upon this stage in all the lewdness attitudes I could think of, when their tipsy licentiousness, blinding them to all sacrilege, they seized me on their shoulders and carrying me to where a life size crucifix was erected, made me embrace the wooden image of the naked Christ, tight hugged to breast and belly, arms and legs thrown round, I worked my bum in a pretended diddle.

This frenzied them and in the middle of the chancel, one might probe me in the mouth and one in cul, they both at once shot into me great streams of holy oil.

We dined and were so tired with our labors that we went to bed in the afternoon and woke up in the middle of the night.

I was roused by having both their hands playing with my pussy.

We were wide awake and fresh again, and rising, lit the gas.

What next? I asked.

Flagellation! said Father Daniel and from a shelf he took a bunch of birchen rods.

We must punish each other for sacrilege, here! handing me the rods. Whip me! and he stood erect, hands clasped to head.

First tickling taps upon his ivory arse, then harder, faster, until it grew red, while his big prick stood stiffer than ever before.

Folg me as hard as you can lay it on, he cried and with an avalanche of vigorous blows his buttocks squirmed, his monstrous staff began to swell and in an instant the sperm came shooting out, jet after jet, until he threw me down on a cushion and made me suck the final spasms of his lust.

Michael himself jumped up on a pedestal, where stood a full sized figure of the Virgin Mary, clad in some silken stuff, and pulling up the dress, the lewd priest pressed his prick against the carved belly, and while I flogged his heaving bum, deflowered the holy virgin with his spouting sperm.

Reclining together, we rested and told each other smutty stories, until both my hands were filled with mighty “hards.” I sprang up and ran away from them, down one aisle and up another, vaulting over benches and up into the gallery, where stiff-cocked Daniel thought he had cornered me.

But I climbed over the rail and clasping the post with my arms and thighs, slid down out of his reach.

Have not I got a big stick between my legs now? I cried and began to work my buttocks as if the pillar was my lover, until the real lover climbed over and slid down the column, belly out, until the bum rested in the cushions of my breasts and his fierce prick opposite my face was seized and hotly sucked by Sue's sperm loving lips.

A strong ten foot cross, stood in one of the side chapels; with standing spear, Father Mike placed himself upon it, supported by his arms thrown over the cross beams-a living image of the crucifixion, more truly so, when I played Mary Magdalen and knelt at the cross' foot and kissed his feet, legs, thighs-until reaching his belly, I clasped his buttocks in my arms and standing, sucked his stiff, sperm laden staff.

The next day I left these fine priapian priests, they loaded me with presents, but the one I valued most was a foot long ivory crucifix, carved by the artistic Father Daniel, which represented the hanging victim with fave agony, not of death but sensual with lewdness, tongue stuck out, stiff, while from the naked belly jutted a pretty little ivory cock and balls, in firmest stand and colored to life.

I have got the pretty image on a shrine over my bed to this day.

Three months of life like this, my days and nights crowded with delicious but debilitating delight, brought me to the warm June, fagged but fervent as ever.

One morning as I lay listless upon the lounge, after a wild night Lucy and I had spent with four fresh and frisky young students from Yale College, who had stopped over in New York for a razzle dazzle on their way home.

Lucy eyed me sharply and presently said:

Sue, you must take a rest. Some women can live a lively life year in and year out without its telling on them, because they are passive, take all that is given them but give back little themselves. You are not that kind. You go into it head over heels and exhaust yourself as completely as do your lovers.

They take a rest but you have been steady at your favorite sport and giving down your enervating spendings, until now there are black rings under your eyes, you are getting thin and see how your hand trembles!

I tried to laugh it off but ended in a fit of nervous tears.

There, there, dear girl, you are all right and with a little rest, will be as lewd and lively as ever. I have been in the same fix myself and always shut up shop and go into the country for a change, walk and ride, eat and sleep and leave amorous amusements alone, until I am fresh and frisky again and ready to raise roosters and dance with them, as lively as ever.

I know a farmer and his wife who live in a cozy little cottage over in Jersey, where you can stay for a month or so and recuperate. I saw you would need a rest and wrote to them, and you shall start this very day.

You kind woman! I cried, and threw myself into her arms, I guess you are right, I will go.

There is another thing, my dear, you have not paid the slightest attention lately to money matters.

Attention? Why, I had not even thought of money matters the last month.