Five or six of them at a time would be taken into the Priestess's Private Sanctum. I would then activate the ritual and they ended up raping several o... the priestesses. I would then sit back and watch usually with the High Priestess sucking my cock until the ritual had run it's coarse. We would then repeat this same process with different guards and priestesses until all of the guards had been initiated.--Once that happened we had a special ceremony to celebrate. It even had two special guests.. In my werewolf form that weight didn’t exist.Feel like my cock was sliding into velvety heaven bare. Velvety and tight as it massages my probing my cock. I sat there for a moment buried deep in her, relishing the feeling. “Aren’t you going to continue?” Aysel said with a growl.Her words broke the serenity I had. Not that I could complain. Who wants to just be joined in sex. “Well,” I began. “You asked for it.” I grunted as I slammed myself into her. She screamed out over and over with a barrage. John was backward and when we entered the room he suggested it be best if he strip off fully. My wife sat on the end of the bed and she couldn’t take her eyes of his cock as it grew to the proportions she had seen in the photograph. He was now stood a few feet in front of her, his cock at her eye level. John told her that she was welcome to touch it which she did, and to my surprise she then started to lick his knob, and then took as much as she could into her mouth. After a few minutes John. “Well boys, I suppose I’ll start this way. Despite being raised in a deeply religious home, with parents constantly taking me to church, and regular reminders about the depravity of sexuality, when I hit double digits in age, my interest in sex and sexy parts and sexy things went through the roof. I knew it was natural because I had never been taught anything other than anatomy, but I could not stop thinking about penises, testes, pussies, and titties. I started touching myself not long after.