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soccer
ball,” Father Montoya ordered.
    He couldn’t be serious. She sat up, feeling a
ting of discomfort as she moved with the dildos in place. She got
off the desk and stood over the soccer ball, trying hard to keep
the dildos inside her. She was really wet and it was slipping out
of her.
    “It’s simple,” explained Father Montoya.
“Lift your skirt, get down on your knees, position the ball between
your legs, position your clitoris on the ball, make sure those
dildos are deep inside you, and rub your clitoris back and forth on
the ball until you come.”
    A shiver of excitement ran through her. She
was going to get to come. She was no stranger to masturbation,
obviously. What horny teenager was? Holding the dildos in place
with one hand, she got onto her knees, positioned the ball in front
of her, made sure the dildos were positioned right, and then
maneuvered herself onto the ball with her skirt up and legs spread.
She wanted the priests to be able to see her wanton hole when she
came. She began rolling back and forth on the ball, feeling how it
moved against her clitoris. It took mere minutes for the first wave
of orgasm to overtake her. When she came she cried out, curling her
toes inside the dress shoes her uniform required.
    “Do it again,” ordered Father Montoya.
    She did as she was told. Rubbing herself off
on the ball felt good and after the second orgasm she was pretty
sure she could come a third time if they wanted her to.
    Instead, Father Montoya said, “Now get up,
remove the dildos, and go sit back at the desk. You will sit there
for the remaining forty minutes.”
    “But…” she protested.
    “If it gets too uncomfortable you can move up
and down on the dildo or sit on it,” Father Santiago said in that
same flat, unaffected voice.
    “But if I move on it…” she started.
    “If you need your clitoris or breasts rubbed
one of us can oblige,” Father Montoya offered helpfully. “You will
not touch your own vagina with your own hands. I want to see your
hands on the desk at all times.”
    She obediently removed the pulsating
contraption from her tight holes and then retreated back to the
chair, maneuvered the dildo back inside her and waited for that
familiar longing to fuck it. It came soon enough. She found it felt
really good if she only took it halfway out before roughly forcing
it back in. Her hands remained firmly on the desk, palms down. It
was after a few minutes of this that she realized she liked fucking
the dildo fast. Finally, she was so aroused that she wanted to come
again. She let out a soft whimper.
    “What do you want, Mindy?” Father Santiago
asked.
    They were going to make her ask for it? That
was sadistic. “I want one of you to touch my clitoris, father.”
    “When we want something we say?” Father
Montoya pressed.
    “Please?” she asked, clearly riding the dildo
at a good clip.
    “A complete sentence,” Father Santiago
said.
    “Fathers, please rub my clitoris,” she said,
breathless. She lifted her skirt hoping the sight of her wanting
clitoris and filled hole would spur the priests to action
faster.
    That seemed to work because both of them
approached her and one got on either side of her. Father Montoya
lifted her shirt and exposed her ample chest. His head came down to
her left nipple and he began licking and sucking it while his left
hand caressed her right breast. It was Father Santiago’s fingers
that found their way to her clitoris and began rubbing and
massaging her. He seemed to know his way around a swollen clitoris.
She pulled her legs apart.
    “Fuck the dildo while I rub your clitoris
little girl,” Father Santiago said with an aroused growl.
    She bucked against the dildo, her hands now
caught in Father Montoya’s full head of black hair, and shoving her
hips against Father Santiago’s deft fingers. The feeling started
low in her belly and exploded outward. As she came against Father
Santiago’s fingers she cried out, pulling Father Montoya