1. Spank Me


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Spanking, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    bare ass?" Jim Clips sat up on the edge of the couch. "Hoo wee. I've got to see this." "But..." Heather stammered, realizing what she was being asked to do, "but..." "Am I going to have to do it for you?" Father Petri said, preparing to get up off the couch. She bowed her head and said the words. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned." Then she peeled her straps off her shoulders but that's as far as she could go. How could she go further? There were two strange men watching. Wouldn't it be a sin for them to see her with her swimsuit pulled down? Wouldn't that make her an immoral tart? Suddenly, she felt very confused. "If that's the way you want it..." Father Petri said in disgust. He stood, grabbed the shoulder straps, and with a flick of his wrists, whipped her suit clear down to her waist. She flinched, pinching her knees together as the familiar twinge tickled that place between her legs. "Well I'll be dipped in shit," Jim Clips said, pulling a cigar from his pocket, "I haven't seen a pair like that since my first marriage." (In jim Clip's defense, Heather's breasts were quite stunning. The way they were pointed and yet full, with the stiff nipples splayed slightly outward, it was as if they were literally popping off her chest.) "Are you sure about this,?" Waxman asked, his eyes glued to Heather's twin torpedoes. "Penance!" Father Petri bellowed as he grabbed the suit bunched up around her waist. Heather waited, holding her breath, feeling like at any moment, the place ...
    between her legs would open, and the pleasure would come gushing out like a dam breaking. "Penance now!" he said as he jerked her swimsuit clear down to her ankles Heather almost doubled over. She could already feel a dribble escaping from her pee place. Standing there, completely naked and exposed, it was as if the eyes of the men watching her were little fingers of pleasure touching her, tickling her all over. She was abuzz now, her body a simmering caldron of desire aching for release. "Well fuck me naked," Jim Clips said, the unlit cigar now bobbing between his fat lips. "Ain't that the prettiest little gash you ever seen? "I'd tap that, even if it had hair on it" Waxman said, during an obvious lapse of judgement. He was, after all, a deacon of the church. Ignoring them, Father Petri continued with his task. "On my knee," he said calmly, arranging himself on the end of the couch. Heather obliged, shaking with nervousness and anticipation. As she lowered herself onto his knee and positioned her elbows so her dangling breasts were nudging the carpet, the other men sat up and craned their necks trying to get a better view of the pinkness between her legs. Waxman nudged Jim Clips. "What's it smell like, Jim?" Waxman was down at the end of the couch, not quite close enough to fully enjoy the fragrant bouquet emanating from between Heather's legs. "Vanilla?"Jim Clips said, leaning forward so his face was only inches from her baby-smooth bottom. Father Petri gave them a stern ...
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