A nun, a rabbi and a priest walk into a Halloween party. It sounds like the setup for a joke, but it’s exactly how my night started off. And what a night it was!

I had scoffed when my roommate suggested the sexy nun getup earlier that day — one of the last outfits remaining on the rack at the party shop. But later that evening when I found myself in the company of two men who were ungodly hot, I didn’t mind the skimpy habit.

By chance, I met the rabbi and the priest on the sidewalk outside the party’s location as we made a beeline for the front door at the same time. Given our costumes, we had to enter the party together. How could we not? Clearly, we’d found ourselves in one of those mystical moments pre-ordained by the party gods. There was nothing left to do but seize the opportunity and have a damn good time.

It didn’t hurt that both men looked like sin personified.

By the time we stepped into the building’s elevator and the doors closed behind us, I had already wedged myself between the two of hunks. I was getting acquainted with my new friends real fast, throwing them flirty smiles and encouraging glances. When I felt the priest’s hand skim from my back down to my ass, I didn’t think. I just bent over and flipped up my skirt, issuing an open invitation to explore.

His low murmur of appreciation thrilled me, making goosebumps rise all along my skin. One large hand cupped my cheek while the fingers of the other slipped into my crack, stroking the thin line of my thong. He hooked one finger into the skinny elastic band bisecting my ass and pulled the material to the side, exposing both of my holes.

The cool air in the elevator caressed my wet pussy, heightening my awareness. I was so sensitive that the first feather-light touch of his blunt fingertip had me gasping and searching for purchase.

Lucky for me, the rabbi came to my rescue and held me steady. What a mensch.

My hands settled on his hips, just below the waistband of his pants. While his faithful friend dipped his finger into my pussy, I opened the rabbi’s fly and sucked his silky-smooth dick right into my mouth.

Having a long, thick rod between my lips really did ground me. Eager to do more than drag my tongue over his length, I rocked back on my heels, easing his shaft out and then drawing him back in. Every time I plunged backward, the priest’s finger drove deep enough to rub that sensitive spot inside me that’s guaranteed to make me moan.

Everything happened so quickly. I don’t believe any of us thought about the fact that the elevator really didn’t have far to go. When the doors opened, we were all surprised to find we weren’t looking at a hallway, but straight into the foyer of a large apartment where the sexually charged party was already in fully swing. Getting caught with a priest between my legs wasn’t exactly the entrance I had in mind, but it certainly set the tone for the evening.

Ready to own the moment, I linked arms with my partners and marched through the parting sea of partygoers with my head held high. I noticed there were already some couples and trios on the fringes who were well on the way to fucking, so our behavior didn’t come as a shock to anyone.

In the kitchen, the three of us were joined by another nun who wasn’t as tall as me, but she didn’t seem short on her desire to get down and dirty. She’d noticed our funky little order and wanted to get in on the fun. Her eyes focused on the heavy string of faux rosary beads hanging around my neck. When she reached out to take hold of the necklace, her fingers brushed against one of my nipples. Even through the fabric of my costume, her touch made the bud perk up. She toyed with the strand, rolling the large wooden beads over my erect nubs.

She was my sister in sin, I could tell.

“Very cool costume,” she purred.

Taking the strand in her fist, she wound it around her fingers, rapidly closing the distance between us.

“What do you say, sister, are you up for adding a fourth to tonight’s little worship session?”

Why let words get in the way when my body could do the talking? I slipped my hands beneath her short tunic and cupped her bare butt. I gave her cheeks a hearty squeeze and pulled her soft body against mine.

Melting into my lustful embrace, she straddled one of my legs and began writhing against me. Her slick pussy lips slipped over my thigh, spreading her juice along my flesh and making it abundantly clear that underwear wasn’t part of her costume.

That made me immediately wonder if her lush tits were also unfettered. I slid a hand from her ass to her hip, carefully mapping the curves and dips of her torso as I advanced upward beneath her costume.

My fingers brushed the delicate underside of her breast, and just as I suspected — and hoped — there was no bra to get in my way. Taking full advantage, I cupped one of her tits and teased her stiff nipple with my thumb. The harder I rubbed it, the more my sweet little sister moaned. Her soft sounds of pleasure quickly amplified to the point that other partygoers wandered into the room to see who was turning up the heat in the kitchen.

But I ignored the crowd and focused on my lover’s ruby-red lips. Plump and pouty, they called to me, begging for a kiss. But before I could make my move, the nun tugged my necklace to regain control. From the look in her eyes, I knew she was hot and bothered. But her fingers never so much as slipped from the beads.

Then with a quick spin, she was suddenly walking in front of me, leading me by my necklace as if it were a leash. I dutifully followed behind her as she led me to another room deeper inside the apartment.

The priest and the rabbi weren’t far behind us.

Answering my silent prayer, a masculine hand lifted my skirt, clearing the way for the large palm that landed on my ass cheek seconds later. The sharp sting resonated in my pussy, making me even more turned on than I already had been.

As we crossed the threshold into an unoccupied bedroom, one of the guys collided with my back and embraced me. His hands skimmed over my body and settled on my hips. After nibbling lightly on my neck, he raised his lips to my ear and whispered, “Did you forget about me?”

The spicy smell of his cologne told me it was the priest speaking. A telltale bulge poked at my backside, so I rocked my hips and ground my ass against him.

“I didn’t forget, just got a tiny bit distracted,” I replied.

My friend has released her grip on my necklace, so I could turn around and face the priest. When I locked eyes with him, the corners of his lips lifted into a sly grin.

“You can earn your forgiveness on your knees,” he said.

Immediately, I lowered myself to the floor. As I knelt before him, his waistband was right at eye level, so I could appreciate the magnitude of his erection, which was obviously tenting his pants.

I licked my lips, more than ready to commit my act of contrition.

Sucking dick is one of my favorite pastimes, and I could already tell that I’d enjoy getting this pretend man of the cloth off with my mouth.

That sexy grin of his grew wider when he popped the button on his pants and dragged his zipper down.

Not wasting any time, he shoved his pants and boxers to the floor in one fluid motion. His erection popped free so quickly that it hit my face!

A moment later, he decided my skimpy costume had to go. With a quick whip of his hand, he peeled the top off my shoulders until it was hanging loosely around my waist.

Growing impatient, I opened my mouth and tried to catch his cock, earning me an amused chuckle.

The priest resumed his stance before me, and the crown of his cock bobbed just above my parted lips. He curled his fingers around the base of his shaft — gripping himself tight — then guided himself into my mouth.

Unlike his friend the rabbi, this gentleman still had a foreskin. Talk about a commitment to your character!

Fancying myself a cock connoisseur, I loved the idea of enjoying one dick that still wore its hood and one without during the same fuck session. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

Speaking of the rabbi, he’d stepped into my periphery and crouched down to whisper in my ear: “I was going to say I’ll have you next, but I think I’d prefer to take you right now.”

His hand slipped between my thighs, urging my legs apart. Inch by inch, my knees slid across the floor, widening the growing gap between my thighs.

Not missing a beat, the priest followed me down, effortlessly lowering himself so his dick stayed firmly in place in my mouth.

While I swirled my tongue from the base to the tip of his magnificent member, the rabbi got onto the floor beneath me and eased his body between my legs — and the priest’s. I could see his bare legs extending before me, confirming that he’d already removed his pants. He settled his pelvis directly beneath my pussy, perfectly positioning himself to offer his cock to me.

Before I lowered myself onto his staff, his condom-covered cock slapped against my thigh. The slick rubber coating skidded along my skin, issuing a pleasant reminder of the man’s considerable length.

I literally hummed with anticipation, which served the priest just fine since his cock was still nestled in my mouth. I imagined how the subtle vibration played over his skin, gently arousing the nerves that lay beneath, thrilling him in a way my lips, teeth and tongue couldn’t on their own.

I sank lower, eager to feel the rabbi fill my cunt. Then, finally, the flared head of his cock just barely slipped between my folds. He circled my center with his dickhead, spreading my juices around and around as he teased my hole and prepared me for his entry. With his free hand, he caressed my inner thigh, making me shiver delightfully.

He repeated the pattern. But when he skirted dangerously close to my pussy, he redirected his hand’s path, swooping around to the side to take hold of my hip instead. His fingers curled into my thigh, making his nails gently bite into the thick spot that helped complete my hourglass figure.

It felt like he was setting me up to take a serious pounding, and yet he didn’t appear to be in any rush to bury his dick deep inside my pussy. Though that was exactly what I craved.

Since I couldn’t move another inch without releasing the priest’s dick from my mouth, I had no choice but to wait for the rabbi to show me some mercy.

Fortunately, that happened quickly. Using his tight grip on my leg for leverage, he thrust upward and buried his cock inside me.

God, it felt good to have two holes filled, and I couldn’t tell you which was wetter. My pussy was overflowing, and my mouth was literally watering for the priest’s cock — I was fucking loving it. I wanted to feel his dick hit the very back of my throat.

My pussy had grown so slick that I could feel my juices seeping out and soaking the man below me. His erratic fucking pattern was impossible to predict and added a layer of mystery to the experience. Screwing him was a roller coaster ride of rhythms and thrilling motions, and I couldn’t get enough. Hard, fast thrusts would give way to languid rolls of his hips with no warning. But I didn’t mind because it all felt great.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I remembered there was a fourth member present at our private party.

Right on cue, the nun gave my necklace a tug, urging me backward until only the very tip of the priest’s dick stayed tucked between my lips.

My groan rumbled over the sensitive crown of his cock, drawing more salty pre-come out of his dick and into my mouth. That turned my frustrated utterance into sounds of satisfaction. I love to savor my partners’ unique flavors. To be able to taste the different stages of their arousal. It’s just heavenly.

Before I got lost in the moment, a soft moan sounded behind me. The noise made me realize the nun wasn’t trying to redirect my attention. A quick peek told me she’d settled herself firmly atop the rabbi’s face and was rubbing her pussy all over it.

Damn, could that man multitask. He made full use of his hands, dick and tongue to make certain both of us were sated and satisfied.

During one long and very loud moan, the girl finally lost her grip on my necklace, causing the beads to slide down my torso and once again settled between my breasts. Every hitch of the rabbi’s hips rocked my body and jostled the heavy wooden beads. As they slapped against my chest, they beat a steady rhythm against my breast. More than once, the necklace smacked against my tits and teased my pebble-hard nips, and that felt really nice. The feelings were intense.

Still sucking on the dick between my lips, I took hold of the beads and rolled them over my breasts on purpose. The hard spheres rubbing over my skin felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Sure, I’d dabbled with my fair share of nipple clamps and massagers, but neither ever created the same sensation. It was like all the best bits of both toys had been rolled into one, and I was very much enjoying my discovery.

I love it when partners play with my tits during sex. Having my mouth and pussy filled had left me a very happy camper. But stimulating my breasts served to increase that pleasure tenfold and pushed my body closer to nirvana.

Before long, my first orgasm hit. Rather than attempting to swallow my screams, I let them fly, and my vocalizations buzzed around the priest’s dick just like I’d done before.

Of course, the difference this time was that he was very close to coming. A few seconds of those over-the-top vibrations was all it took to send him flying over the edge. His hot, salty seed shot into my mouth and slid down my throat. But try as I might, I couldn’t swallow all of his copious load. His cream started to dribble down my chin and onto my chest, thoroughly marking me with the evidence of his orgasm.

I sighed when he pulled his length from between my lips and stepped away. His shaft still looked as hard as steel, but he was clearly done for the moment.

Not that I had long to care — the rabbi hadn’t slowed his pace one bit, and without the priest to support my weight, I found myself having to readjust to stay seated on his cock.

That was just as well. When I leaned forward, the long strand of beads dipped low enough to brush against my clit, opening up a whole new world of possibilities. A second orgasm was had in thanks to those beads tapping against my clit, and before long my pussy was pulsing with pleasure.

That’s when the priest spoke up again and said with a smirk, “I’ve long prayed to see two ladies together.”

He hooked an arm around my waist and lifted me off the rabbi’s cock.

“You’ve had quite enough dick tonight, my lovely. Let’s see your pussy get a good tongue-lashing.”

Too dazed to respond, I watched as he positioned the other nun on her back. She planted her feet on the floor and crooked her finger at me in invitation.

Then the priest looked back at me and offered me his hand. He guided me down so I was straddling the other girl’s face, just as she had done with the rabbi earlier. At the same time, the rabbi repositioned himself between the other nun’s legs so he could engage in some pussy worship.

Still sensitive from the two orgasms that had already rocked my body, I placed my quivering pussy on her lips and she immediately dug in.

Holy shit, it was like being blasted over the moon!

This girl had a seriously skilled tongue. She didn’t just focus on one area. She worked the whole goddamn thing. One second she was sucking one of my lips into her mouth and the next she was tracing a path around my cunt hole, teasing her way inside. She ate pussy like a pro, and I found myself mumbling a prayer of thanks to the priest for setting this whole filthy scenario up.

When she reached her peak, she used every moan and scream to bring me pleasure as well. Then she slipped a finger inside my pussy and pressed against my G-spot, pushing me right into my third orgasm of the evening. Pleasure rocked me to my very core, making every muscle ripple and twitch until I gushed all over that girl’s face.

We were all so sweaty and sticky that we stepped into the apartment’s large walk-in shower together. Because cleaning up is more fun if you can get a little dirty while you do it!

Needless to say, that was the best Halloween I’ve ever had!