1. My Sins


    Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Rape, Author: randie, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    cock. Right here. In the Church. On the sacred mensa Domini. I felt so dirty, nasty, but sooo good. Father pushed into me with one slow long stroke. Once it was all the way in me He closed his eyes, and moaned, pausing, Just enjoying being in my ass. I started to rotate my hips against his cock. He opened his eyes and leaned into me kissing me with his cock burried in me. He started rocking back and forth, ever so slowly. Full long strokes in and out. Me arching my back and lifing my hips to meet every thrust. The sounds we were making intesified my arrousal . " Yes Father , thats what I needed, Ahhhh... " I could see Father watching as his cock disappeared over and over into ,my ass. Slowly he started to increase his thrusts. I felt so good I was lost in my passion. My breasts heaving with every breath. Holding onto his shoulders, my legs spread up and out as far as I could get them. Giving Father as much access to my ass as I could. He reached down and stuck his hand back into my exposed and unused opening. WIth every thrust into my ass there was an equal but opposite thrust into my cunt. His fingers bent upwards in me, hitting my special spot inside me. His thumb Hitting my clit with every forward thrust into me. I was completely full and completely stimulated. I was so close to having a huge orgasm when I felt Fathers cock explode inside of me. I had the best of all worlds. Fathers huge cock head grew and pulsed with every large deposite of cum deep into my ass. His body ...
    tightening with his orgasm. My orgasm was so strong I almost lost conciousness. My cum litterally spraying all over Fathers Lower abdomen soaking him. I looked into his face. As our orgasms subsided, and his erection shrunk and fell out of my leaking hole. He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me and then wispered into my ear. " I love you , Mary. I need you to be mine." Luke 15:32 - It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found. The days that preceeded my birthday were filled with lust and sex. Not only with Father when ever we could, but also with that shy young girl. Her and I were able to have several quick tete-a- tete's in secluded spots around the grounds. I loved making her squirt down my throat and having her wiggle her puckered anus on my tongue. Most of the encounters that Father and I had were purely sexual or totally church business. We never talked other then to profess our love and needs to each other in moments of passion, or to conduct business. But I could not only see his love for me in his face I could feel it when we were together. I believed that I loved him. How could I not. September is truely beautiful in the northern half of Wisconsin. All the trees changing color on rolling hill after rolling hill. While walking across the grounds to retrieve the rakes to clean up some of the leaves that were making a lot of rusleing noises as I walked through, I realized ...
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