The Reverend
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Sherry had been surprised that her father's office was locked and, even though the sign said that he was out, she'd had doubts. She was sitting on a bench not far from the door when young Debby came out and Sherry had no doubt at all about what had just transpired in her father's locked office. The buxom youngster's awkward waddle told her enough but even if it hadn't, the girl's slack-lipped expression and her heavy-lidded eyes would have been sufficient confirmation of her suspicions. She had to punish him, now more than ever. Being unfaithful to her mother was bad enough but having sex with children, even busty, shapely children like Debby was totally despicable.
It was shortly before noon the day after he'd had young Debby. Reverend Gibson was counting the collection from last night's Prayer Meeting when there was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," he called out, surprised that he had a visitor so early in the day.
"Hi, Reverend Gibson. My last class was cancelled and I wanted to come see you... I got a problem."
"Oh? Well I hope I can help? What's the problem?" Even though this young girl's tight cunt had thoroughly drained him yesterday he felt himself swelling with desire as he looked at her plump, big-titted young body.
"Uh, Sir? Like? Mom cut off my allowance coz I got bad grades and... like, there's a new CD I just gotta have? I thought... maybe... after what we done yesterday... maybe you'd give me a present? Like... so I can buy the CD?"
The little girl was oblivious to the implications of what she was doing, but the minister wasn't. He should have been repulsed by her request but Bill had a major deficiency in the area of morality.
"Sure, Debby. How much is the CD?"
"It's... twenty dollars, Sir." Would he guess that she was ripping him off?
"Come closer, Debby." And, taking two tens from the collection money, he handed them to her while his other hand cupped one of her big breasts.
"Did yesterday help you, Debby? With temptation?"
"Yeah, sort of. But I'm kind of sore down there, Reverend?"
"Perhaps I can help you, my dear?" The amoral cleric looked lustfully at the young girl's soft-lipped mouth as his hand slid up under her short skirt. Watching her pretty face carefully to gauge her reaction he worked his fingers under the leg of her panties. He moved the edge of his hand back and forth between her legs, pressing up and feeling the soft contours of her pussy mound and the slight depression of her slit. She didn't resist so he pushed up into the cleft of her cunt and was gratified when he felt her starting to get wet.
"That feels good," the ripe bodied youngster said softly, her breathing becoming more rapid. She still had vivid memories of how it had felt when her minister's mammoth tool had been inside her there and his gently caressing fingers were soothing the bruised, outer flesh.
"I like making you feel good," Bill murmured, his finger tips finding the front of pubes and pressing up against her clit. "Let's sit on the futon."
Reverend Gibson's free hand was busy, unbuttoning her blouse, unfastening the waist of her skirt and then, with her help, removing all of her clothes.
"Golly, Reverend? I'm getting cold," she whined as the cool air made her nipples pop out like thick pencil erasers from the tips of her heavy, soft breasts. The man slid his hands behind her and under her round, shapely ass. After a moment, he brought his hands around to the front.
Debby watched curiously when her minister slid off the futon to kneel before her, never dreaming of what was to come. The kneeling man leaned forward and brought his mouth to the front of her mound and began to lightly lick the smooth, hairless flesh of her bulging vulva. One hand was under her, holding and fondling the globes of her big, firm ass and Debby gasped sharply and let out a quiet moan.
"Oh Reverend, that feels good," she whispered above him, her voice a half-groan, her loins pressing against his hungry, searching mouth. She'd never imagined anyone would kiss her down there but the sensations she was getting from her minister's probing tongue were fantastic.
"Spread your legs a little more," Bill said quietly without looking up.
Putting her hands on his shoulders as her young body was assailed by the delicious feelings of arousal, the girl felt a sense of power over the older man. This was better than anything she'd ever dreamed of.
The randy preacher pushed the tip of his tongue up into the girl's moistening slit and then moved it higher until it contacted the hard, erect little clit-bud.
"Sirrrr! Oohhh yesss! That feels so good," Debby cried out as hot tingles suffused her vulval area.
Bill slid his finger down inside the deep, narrow crack of her bottom and slipped the tip of his finger into her oily slit from behind. Coating it with her wetness, he dragged it up and down through the valley of her ass, enjoying the feeling of the pressure of this little girl's taut ass mounds on his hand. Debby spread her legs a little wider, inviting the wonderfully sexy titillation of her vaginal and anal openings.
Debby's head was tilted back and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations between her legs being created by her minister's hands. Her breath hissed through her teeth as his tip of the man's tongue grazed over her responsive clitoris, flicking the tiny bud several times. She could feel, too, the teasing pressure of his finger against her sensitive anal rosebud.
God, he was horny. Bill's cock felt like a rod of hot iron inside his pants. He found it almost unbelievable what he was doing to this sexy little girl. He put his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders so he could really eat her juicy, young pussy. Instinctively, Debby pulled her knees up and back, locking her ankles behind his head and exposing her entire crotch to him. Reverend Gibson bent closer and pushed aside the outer lips of her pussy with the tip of his tongue and began to lick up and down her narrow cleft.
With increasing pressure, the tip of his finger pushed against her little anal opening. At first, the muscles of the entrance resisted the entry. He screwed his finger back and forth as he pushed it in and the tip finally slipped past the tight, elastic opening up to the first knuckle.
"Oh! Oohhh Sirrr!" the girl exclaimed breathlessly when she felt the teasing finger suddenly pop past her sphincter and enter her rectum. Bill began to flutter his tongue in a quick motion over her rigid, throbbing clitoris and her increasing moans and cries of delight told him that the girl was approaching her peak. She began squirm her plump ass back and forth on the impaling finger, moaning softly.
As his finger slowly moved deeper into her hot little butthole he had about half his finger in he raised his head for a moment. "Do you like this?" he asked.
"Mmm... Yeah," the young girl whimpered, her voice a quiet croak.
"Sometime I'll put something else up there," he said huskily. When her juvenile vagina loosened as it surely would after a few fuckings he'd explore the renewable virgin-tightness of her nether portal, but not today. He had another orifice in mind.
Debby's head moved slowly side to side, her breathing fast and labored as the sensations of sex grew quickly in her loins. As her arousal grew, she pushed her hips out at him, still writhing on his probing finger. Her moans and sighs of pleasure became stronger, more constant, as her orgasm began to grow. The sensations were powerful, and the young junior high school girl began to wriggle her tight ass around, squeezing her thighs around his head and pulling his face insistently into her crotch with both of her hands.
Bill fluttered his tongue quickly over her clit, driving her to the edge.
"Oh Sirrr... Reverend Gibson... Oohhh yeesss," Debby moaned, lost in a haze of heated sexual pleasure. "Hunnhh!!" she gasped loudly and her teeth clenched as, with a sharp intake of breath, her whole body seemed to tense up and quiver at the same time. Her silky smooth inner thighs suddenly tightened around the minister's head as she let out a high, soft, whine. Bill felt her asshole clench around his finger, and her entire body seemed to be paralyzed from the intensity of her orgasm.
Making the twelve-year-old girl cum was an incredibly erotic experience. The prurient preacher a great feeling of power and satisfaction knowing he had given her powerful feelings of pleasure. It was especially arousing knowing the young age of this girl, and being able to do something to her she'd never had done before.
After a minute her body started to relax and she let her breath go in a long, easy sigh. Bill pulled his finger out of her ass, gently took her legs off his shoulders and went into the bathroom to get a hand towel. His face was soaked with her girl sex juice and he wiped himself off and washed his hands. Then he removed his pants and undershorts.
When he went back, Debby was lying back naked on the futon, her eyes closed, her legs wide apart, and her soaked pussy open. He sat down beside her and dried her legs, thighs, and cunt with the soft towel. The young girl's breathing was still heavy and rapid, but was beginning to slow down as her orgasm subsided. She slowly opened her eyes.
"How was that?" he asked with a little smile, knowing the answer already.
"Oohhh Sirrrr... it was... super," the youngster sighed.
Bill sat beside the girl and put his arm around her, cupping and hefting one soft, heavy breast. He turned her face toward his and kissed her, a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss. Then, backing away, he pressed his fingers to her soft, red lips and she opened her mouth to suck on them. She looked at him questioningly when his hands urged her body off the futon but, acquiescently, she moved as he guided her to a kneeling position between his legs.
Debby had not noticed until then that Reverend Gibson was naked from the waist down but the huge projection of his sex engine made her suddenly and completely aware of his nakedness and his readiness. God, did I take all that inside me? She backed away in reflexive apprehension.
"Stay there," the minister said, gently placing his hands on the naked girl's bare shoulders. "Touch me." He didn't have to specify where she should touch. The overwhelming presence of the mammoth fucktool was all the evidence needed of what he wanted.
The girl hesitated an instant, and then began to run her hand up and down over his thick staff. Tentatively at first, then with more confidence and pressure, the young girl caressed the hard, throbbing cock, running her fingers the full length up and down. Bill opened up the area between his legs and guided Debby's hand lower until her fingers slipped under his swollen balls and gently fondled the oval eggs.
"Now, use your tongue and your mouth on my cock, Debby, just like I did for you."
"But Sir? It's not the same?"
"Yes Debby... it's the same. You want your present, don't you?"
She hesitated for a moment and then the cute, young schoolgirl brought her face up very close to the man's big prick and slid the tip of her little pink tongue along the bottom length of it, from balls to tip, then back down again. He was right. It was the same as him kissing her pussy. And now he'd have to give her some money. Back and forth, up and down, her young, sweet mouth and tongue caressed the length of his prick, never once stopping. The sensations were incredible, and Bill looked down and marveled at what the sexy twelve-year-old girl was doing to him.
Then young Debby tilted his stiff shaft down with her left hand and, when she got to the head, opened her lips and slid his erection into her sweet, wet mouth.
"Mmmm, Debby... Good, you're sooo good," the minister mumbled, his voice half-moaning with the intense pleasure the little girl was creating between his legs.
Debby took almost half of her minister's huge prick into her mouth experimentally. Her lips closed tightly around his shaft and he could feel her tongue move over and around the head, licking at the sensitive tip. Slowly, she pulled her head back, holding the thick shaft in both hands and caressing his cock with her lips as it slid out of her mouth. The unfledged youngster found that the taste and feel of cock sucking wasn't at all distasteful and in fact, it made her feel really sexy to please Reverend Gibson as she knew she was.
The girl backed away until only the plum-sized knob was in her mouth and then her head moved forward again. Bill moaned with pleasure as the girl took more than four inches of his length into her hot, moist mouth, stopping only when the tip bumped the back of her throat.
"Glangh," Debby gagged reflexively when the man's tool bumped her throat opening and her body jerked, causing her big, soft tits to bounce and jiggle. She looked up into her minister's face with his cock filling her mouth, her wide-open eyes seeming to seek his approval of her precocious skill. Slowly, she moved her head up and down on his staff, the hot, juicy wetness from her mouth dribbling over her chin and his cock and her gentle suction producing wet, slurpy sounds.
One small hand was wrapped partially around the thick stake, moving up and down with her snugly clinging lips, serving as a limit-stop that controlled the depth of penetration into her mouth. Her other hand hefted and fondled his swollen, aching balls with instinctive, gentle care.
Reverend Gibson leaned back and watched, admiring the incredibly sexy sight of this plump, naked twelve-year-old girl on her knees in front of him, his cock slowly moving in and out of her young mouth. Her big, firm, ass stuck out and he leaned over and ran his hands over her loosely swaying, large, soft breasts, brushing across her erect nipples with his fingers, then gently rolling them between his finger tips. Although her mouth was full of his cock, he felt her make a little moan of pleasure as he played with her heavy, young breasts.
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Mildred Dean I smiled at the trembling Christabella Tuft. The reverend’s daughter stood shell-shock at the debauchery she found in her living room. I stood naked. Her mother, Elouise, had her tongue licking up the last of the pussy juices from my cumming pussy. My futa-dick thrust over her head, the tip buried in the mouth of Mrs. Quick, my MILF lover. “W-what is going on, Mom?” the girl gasped. Sixteen and gorgeous. She had an innocent, freckled face. Curly-brown hair fell down around her...
Chapter Eight: Futa Enjoys the Reverend's Wife and Daughter By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Mildred Dean I smiled at the trembling Christabella Tuft. The reverend's daughter stood shell-shock at the debauchery she found in her living room. I stood naked. Her mother, Elouise, had her tongue licking up the last of the pussy juices from my cumming pussy. My futa-dick thrust over her head, the tip buried in the mouth of Mrs. Quick, my MILF...
Chapter Fourteen: Futa-Daughter Enjoys the Reverend's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow “You're like Sky?” Helena Matthews said, this look of lust flashing over her face. “The Lord sent you a futa-cock to please married women. To give them the pleasure their husbands do not provide.” One of Spice's favorite lies, Grace the Futa-Angel whispered in my mind. You need to correct her. “That's right,” I said. “A futa-angel...
Chapter Eleven: Futa Cutie Enjoys the Reverend's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sky Marlow “That really, really is not an appropriate outfit to wear in public,” said Mrs. Matthews, the reverend's wife, as I sauntered into her apartment. “This?” I asked, plucking at the black miniskirt I wore. “Just something casual for my study date with Georgia.” “Study date?” The married MILF folded her arms beneath her breasts. She had on a pink...
Note: The following story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. for Lorrin Murray First of all, it wasn't my idea to take the bottom bunk. My mom and I got to the dorm room early, and she just made up the bed for me. "Oh, good, Erin," she'd said, "you get the bottom. Here, help me with the corners." Then she rearranged the clothes I'd hung in my closet, tidied up my desk to be more...
After watching Marleen Greaves plunge her mouth over the swollen knob of Jock Ramsden’s big cock and seeing Troy Pearson carry on sucking on his sister’s pubic mound Glenda Harper decided it was time to head back to the mess hall for some coffee. Walking about Camp Starkers with her daughter had tired her out a bit and she thought now would be a perfect opportunity to have a bit of a sit down and let these ‘younguns’ carry on undisturbed. Jessie was going to accompany her mother back to the...
He realized what he needed was leverage. Right now, all the cards were in that little faggot boy’s hands. If he was going to get revenge on Thomas Walker, he needed to put him in a position he could exploit. The Reverend Dart considered himself an upright man. A righteous man. He was disgusted by the gays. It made what Walker had done to his family all the more humiliating knowing he fucked his son in his little ass. Yet, he could see a way to get the leverage he needed. If God would allow...
A while back I came into contact with a woman I had not seen in a while, she was older then me she was in her mid fortys and i had just turned 21. I had always lusted after her and she knew it. We had been neighbors and we flirted a lot and she would let me rub her huge feet as I have a fetish but we never fucked, untill we met again. Her husband had become a complete ass she told me and did things to piss her off. She told me his latest act had been buying an expensive bed that he knew she...
Authorial Note #3: When I began submitting chapters for this story, I was 18 chapters ahead in the writing. I am now down to just five chapters ahead. While chapter size has increased, other commitments have negatively impacted on my writing time for pleasure of late, putting a double whammy on chapter progression. So, I may soon get to a point at which chapter-upload rate may decline. We’ll see what the future brings. A small section of this chapter keeps getting excised in the upload, so I...
”Raise your hands if you have the answer. Anyone?” I looked out over my eleventh-grade classroom. “Come on guys,” I pleaded, “X equals nine and L is three times 67.” I saw one hand, Samantha Brewer. She was by far the brightest in this class. But I couldn't let her answer every question. “James?” I asked, “Susan, Greg?”I looked at Bobby, but his head was down. He was gifted, but a real underachiever. Great running back on our football team, polite and a ton of potential, but he only coasted...
TabooHi Readers, “Sex chat se bed tak ka safar-1” story ke liye aapake dher sare mails mile. Feedback ke liye shukriya. But kuch log Swathi ka mail id and mobile no manga rahe the. Har ek ki personal life hoti hai, sabko uski respect krani chahiye. Krupaya kar ke mail id or mobile no mangane ke liye mail na kare. Kisika trust break krna buri baat hai. Mere parichay me se sab ki privacy ka main khayal rakhata hun. To chaliye story pe aate hain. Jaise ki aapne pahle part me padha ki, kaise meri Swathi...
CHARACTERS: Barb Bushy ... female lead character, twenty-eight Edward Busy ... leading male character, twenty-three, brother of Barb The Crazy Russian (Ivan Ivanovitch Chezniski ... supporting male character, forties, Barb's significant other while in Russia Roger Chesterton ... supporting male character, late thirties, San Francisco banker Ted Jones ... minor male supporting character, forty, salesman, seat mate on plane My mind was in turmoil. My body only a little less so. I was...
Pam and I left the Pantlind Hotel and headed for home the meeting lasted longer than I wanted it to. These people from the Texas Oil community had a right to my time as they were being forced to either walk away from their companies, or pony up more than a few $Million to regain control of said companies. Plus they had to show a viable repayment schedule, with non-company assets, that were owned free and clear, to back up the new mortgage. The thought flying on ole Blue Thunder for dinner out...
Sam woke, fully dress and did what she use to do, pulled off her bra and top turned the pillow to feel the healing powers of the cool linen, all without opening her eyes. 20 mins later she stirred again, stretch and lazily ran a hand along her thigh, slowing remembering the pleasure from last nights encounter. Running her hand up her thigh, she could feel the dry cum stuck to the skin and soft hairs. Arching her back her hand reached her groin and gently rubbed the still wet gash, probing more...
The next morning I called up Marcos and asked if I could come see him. He told me I could stop by anytime and he'd have room. We went out for lunch at a small café near his building and he cut right to the chase. "What's up?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking at me expectantly. "You dump me because we were both having a bad day. You go with Damien Santos, who I never told you that I despise, and now you call me up as soon as you're getting famous. If you've come...
Hello, Friends My Name is Andy, name changed i am 26 years old. This is the first time i am writing a story. This is a real incident happened with me long years back which i am going to narrate in my words today. Now let me not waste your time and start the story. Mai chahta hoo ki ye story mai hindi mai likhu taaki aap is story ka maza le sako aur feel karo ki is story mein main nahi aap hi chod rahe ho. To mai ab story start karta hoo. Mai 18 saal ka tha mujhe mere mama ke ghar jana bohot...
Hi hello and welcome back to the world of JJ’s mature magic. It time we got something hot to read and with all those wonderful responses I received from my previous submissions were simply great. Going by the same story line scribbled below is a hot and sizzling encounter with a elderly Gujarthi couple which was a chance encounter I experienced thru one of the dating sites. I met Anuradha and Divakar through a contact ad in the Indian Friend Finder site. Anu had advertised looking for a well...
Jack showered off the toil of the gym, the twice weekly ritual of weights and machines with a Sunday swim in the pool had toned his body well. Athletic and broad-shouldered, he was content with the boost it gave him in his self-esteem; something he needed at this time. Changing back into his work clothes, he thought he'd check out the lounge and bar, he wasn't ready to go home just yet. The house would be empty, silent, he hated the sound of silence now and nothing seemed to fill the air or...
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