“For those of you who saw the first installment of Pastor Thomas’ Last Friday, you know the circumstances that led to the lecherous abuse of a young girl who came to her father confessor for absolution of her sins. For the newcomers, I will only say that this miscreant does not represent any known religious order. Pastor Thomas is a degenerate cleric of my own invention and should not be construed to reflect negatively on anyone’s religious affiliation, belief or custom. That said, read on…..”
After the young girl had left the senior pastor’s study, Pastor Thomas sat for a moment, enjoying the pleasant ache in his testicles as they valiantly strove to refill the reservoir of semen the 54 year-old had just emptied into the mouth of his young penitent. In his younger days, this task could have been accomplished in less than an hour but now, in his advanced years, it would take a bit longer, or so he thought.
He left the senior pastor’s study, only glancing back for a moment, thinking that this was surely the last time he would ever see or touch those hundreds and hundreds of hallowed tomes that filled the shelves lining the walls of this cloistered sanctuary. As he walked down to his own little nook of an office, which he shared with the sexton, he realized that everything he did today was probably his last experience as a pastor of St. Benecine, or of any religious order for that matter. He opened the door to his office with a heavy sigh. Once the committee of inquiry announced their decision, all this would be gone; the deference of the congregation, the perks of the profession, and the status of a pastor, so dearly sought after and so clearly unwarranted in his case.
He plopped down in his squeaky old office chair and shuffled through some correspondence that now bore no urgency of reply. “What’s the point,” he thought to himself? Once his status as a pastor unfrocked, banished and excommunicated became known, who would care to correspond with him on any subject? His melancholy was interrupted by a knock on the office door.
“Pastor Thomas,” a soft female voice asked as a head bearing very long blond hair peeked around the door. “Good grief,” he thought to himself, “not another one!”
As the young lady entered his dingy room, he perked up a bit. He could not recall having seen this one before, anywhere in the church or at the youth activities. The girl was unusually tall, probably six feet in her socks. The long blonde hair framed an angular face, highlighted by two enormous green eyes. She was slender to say the least. Virtually no bosom was visible under her T shirt. She wore typical jeans and sandals and carried a ratty looking book bag.
“Come in, my child,” he said as she quietly closed the door. The only other chair in the room was the sexton’s straight back wooden antique. “Please sit down. Do I know you?”
“Well, I don’t know. We just joined the church a few weeks ago. My name is Rose.”
Pastor Thomas was momentarily taken aback by the classic beauty of this girl and he searched his memory, trying to think of that particular Sunday when newcomers are urged to come forward and join the church. Then something clicked in his head.
“Oh yes, you must be Clarence Petals’ daughter, Clarence who runs the appliance store on Walnut Avenue.”
“Yes, that’s right. People always think my name is cute, Rose Petals.” She giggled a typical teenage girl’s laugh and smiled, showing a row of blazing white teeth.
“So,” sighed Pastor Thomas, “what can I do for you? You know it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you be home for supper by now?”
The young woman looked down at the floor and hesitated a moment.
“I was just talking to Mary L___ a little while ago. She and I have become very good buddies. We keep no secrets. We share everything now and I knew she was upset about what happened after the prom last weekend. She said that after she talked to you, she felt like a new person, as though a terrible pain had been wiped off her soul.”
Pastor Thomas stiffened with shock. “My God,” he thought, “I told that girl to keep her mouth shut and ten minutes after she leaves, she blabs the whole thing.” His panic was lessened a bit when he considered that whatever Mary accused him of, he could deny it to any and all who cared. And after tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter anyway what people thought.
“Well, my dear,” he forced himself with great effort to utter in a low and calm voice, “just what did she tell you?”
“Well, she said that you had a special way of getting rid of her shame and worry over her committing a terrible sin. She told me how you delivered a ‘holy essence’ and that after she drank it down, she felt so much better. It was like she was a new person.”
“That’s true, what she said, but that was a very special and secret ritual that we pastors reserve for only very unusual circumstances. She was told not to reveal this to anyone. But how is this of any interest to you?”
There was another long pause and then Rose looked at the old man’s face with those big green eyes and began in a low but steady voice.
“Because I’m so tall and skinny and something of brainiac, I don’t get to date much. In fact, I haven’t had a date since my sophomore year. I had to go to a dance with my cousin because no one asked me. Now that I’m a senior, I thought maybe I could go to the prom, maybe even double date with Mary and Derek. But no one asked me. I dropped some really big hints with a couple of guys but they just laughed. One of them said he wouldn’t go to a dog fight with bean stalk like me. I was really hurt but there was nothing I could do. No way was I going to take my geeky cousin.”
“Then my half-brother Dale called our house about something. He is a freshman at Dalton University. My mom mentioned that I was down in the dumps because I didn’t have a date for the prom. He said that his fraternity was having a keg party the same night and I could come if I wanted to. Since I’m eighteen now and it’s legal to drink beer in Wisconsin, my mom said it would be ok if he promised to look out for me. I was so excited. I was going to go to a party with a bunch of college guys! The night of the prom, Dale picked me up and we drove over to his fraternity house. It was so cool. They had decorated everything like a country farm with hay bales and milk cans and even an old barn door. There were lots of guys and girls there, all dressed up in coveralls, kerchiefs and straw sun hats. We danced and played lots of silly games and I was having a great time. ”
” Then Dale said that we were going to play a trivia game where the guys would ask the girls questions and which ever girl got the most correct answers, would get a special prize. I guess those sorority girls aren’t too bright because I won the contest very easily. There was big crown placed on my head and a necklace made to look like a horse collar. It was like I was the big hit of the party. I guess I started drinking a lot then. They kept bringing me drinks to toast my victory. It was getting late and I told Dale that maybe he should take me home. Some of the college guys were hitting on me pretty heavy. ”
She added with a smirk, “I have to admit I enjoyed the attention. ”
“Then Dale told me that I was due one more honor. He told me that I got to sit at the ‘Glory Hole’. I had no idea what that was but I was pretty drunk by then and was ready to agree to anything. He led me to this little room, more like a closet and sat me down on a low bench. There was only one little light in the room and I could hardly see. Dale said that it was now my chance to be the hit of the party by being the
“Princess of the Glory Hole”. He closed the door and I just sat there, kind of woozy.
Then I noticed a hole in the wall, just about eye level. I started to peek through the hole when all of a sudden, this penis appeared in the hole! I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to say or do. Then someone on the other side of the wall said, ‘Start sucking, Princess. Show us what a royal cock sucker you are.’”
“My head was reeling from all the liquor I drank. I was tired and confused. Then I heard Dale’s voice, ‘Don’t let us down now, Princess, this is your royal duty You are not to be released from the Glory Hole until you have proven your skills to everybody.’”
“What could I do,” she cried? “I didn’t want them to think I was just a dumb high-school girl. So I put my mouth over the tip of the penis and suddenly it started to move into my mouth, back and forth. I put my lips on it and sucked each time it thrust into my mouth.”
“In just a few minutes, the guy came in my mouth. I coughed and spit it out and thought that this was nasty but at least I proved that I wasn’t a wimp. Then another penis came through the hole. I realized that I would have to do more than just one so I sucked that one, too. When he came in my mouth I just swallowed it. ‘ What the Hell, I thought, it’s not going to kill me.’ I don’t know how many guys I sucked off that night. I must have passed out sometime or other because in the morning I woke up in my bed at home with a huge headache and my jaws were really sore. My stomach was queasy and I thought I was going to throw up but I didn’t. . My throat is still raw and it’s really hard to swallow.”
Pastor Thomas had heard of these fraternity parties and about some of the goings on that shocked even the most hardened observers. But this abuse of the young girl by these cads seemed far beyond anything he knew about. It was a revelation even to him, at once abhorrent and yet, in the back of his mind, he sort of envied the young studs. His own phallus began to react to the thought of such a mindless, impersonal face fucking. By now the girl was sobbing in her shame. She buried her face in her hands as she sat in the rickety old chair.
“Is my sin worse than Mary’s, “she sniffled?
In his encounter with the previous penitent, Pastor Thomas had reverted to being the lecherous old fool that he really was, but with this girl, he decided to act the part of a true Father Confessor
“In some ways it is, but to be specific, you were taken advantage of just the same way Mary was. Is your soul as troubled by this experience as was hers?”
“Oh, yes, Pastor Thomas. And if my parents ever found out what happened, I would be kicked out of the house for life!”
“Well, my dear, I don’t think they would do that. That’s really not what’s bothering you, though, is it? I am more concerned about how you feel, what your conscience is telling you. What you need to do is to put this terrible event behind you and move on with your life. You are going to college in the fall, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but not to the University, you can be sure of that. I could never face those guys.”
“Well, it seems to me that you would not know them anyway since you never saw their faces did you?”
“No, but they knew who I was, I think. But more than that, I just can’t sleep or do anything thinking of how sinful I was and that unless I get some help, I will wind up in Hell.”
“Nonsense, ” he said. “If we just light some candles and say some prayers, begging forgiveness, I’m sure you’ll feel much better.”
“No!” suddenly she cried out. ” That’s not near enough. You don’t know what torture it is to carry this burden day after day. You have to save me with your Holy Essence.”
Stunned by this unexpected burst of passion, Pastor Thomas fell silent for a moment.
“Well,” he said, his perverse mind now altering his role into that of a victimizer. “I suppose if you insist on participating in the ancient ritual, we could accommodate you.” He rose and took the girl’s hands in his.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yes, Pastor Thomas, I do but there may be a problem. My throat is still so sore from Saturday night, I might not be able to take your….” She paused for a moment, realizing what she was about to describe.
“All we can do is try, my dear. You realize that a certain amount of stimulus is required to bring forth the Holy Essence and that without that, the results may not be satisfactory.”
He thought about the fact that it had been many years since he performed a “double” within a 24 hour period.
He rose and said ,”Now,kneel on the floor and place your hands behind your back. And, oh yes, you need to remove your T shirt just in case it might get stained.”
A sly grin appeared on the old lecher’s face as the slender Amazon pulled off her shirt.
True to his first impression, the girl had virtually no breasts. Two large, brown nipples were perched on a couple of bee-sting lumps on the girls’ chest.
He soon realized another problem. She was so tall that her mouth did not line up perfectly with his now tumescent cock. He quickly reached around behind him and grabbed two large metropolitan phone books from a shelf and placed them on the floor.
When he stood on them, he was just high enough to place his dick at the lovely blonde’s mouth.
“Now,” he said in a whisper, “close your eyes and concentrate on your deliverance.”
He pushed his cock into the girl’s mouth just slightly and Rose opened her lips to accommodate him. He pushed further and further until he reached the back of her mouth. She recoiled suddenly and pulled away…
“I’m sorry Pastor Thomas but I just can’t take it in my mouth. My throat is so sore.”
She began to weep again. “I’m going to the doctor tomorrow to get my throat swabbed but I can’t wait another day with this sin burning a hole in my soul.”
Pastor Thomas pulled back and wondered what else he could do when the evil demon in his brain took over once again and he said, “Then, Rose, my dear, we will have to find a different orifice to deliver the Holy Essence. Take off your jeans and panties.”
For a moment, Rose, hesitated. She had not envisioned having actual sex with her father confessor. Cock sucking wasn’t really having sex according to her generation. Every girl she knew who had a boyfriend and some who didn’t sucked cock as regular part of dating. She was a virgin in nearly every sense of the word and now this old man was telling her to get ready to be…..fucked. That’s the only word that came to mind.
She rose to her feet and looked apprehensively at Pastor Thomas who was standing with his huge prick poking out of his cassock, throbbing in time with his pulse. Then, slowly she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her luscious, long legs. She wore the briefest sort of thigh-high panties. She slid them down as well and stood there, totally naked in front of a man for the first time in her life. She was trembling, partly with the chill in the room and partly with anticipation of what was about to happen.
“Here,” he said, “lean over and put your arms on the desk.” As she did, her marvelous butt came into the licentious old man’s view. It was a perfect “bubble butt”, with rounded cheeks, smooth as silk.
“Spread your legs just a bit, my dear,” he murmured almost breathlessly.
He placed his hands on the tender globes and pried them apart. A wisp of blonde hair appeared. She was unshaven, of course. Her pussy was just barely visible and it was obviously quite wet. He slipped a finger between her legs and was shocked to find that the girl’s pussy was actually drenched with lubricant. He stepped forward and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. A few gentle pushes and the end of his prick was coated with juice. He shoved forward and at the same time, pressed downward on the girls’ spine. Her pelvis tilted upward, facilitating his further entrance into the pocket of heaven. He felt a slight resistance in the slippery envelope and in response he pushed even harder.
“Ouch,” she cried, “that hurts. Please stop. I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
Undaunted and most certainly undeterred by the girl’s complaints, he grasped her pelvis tightly between two powerful hands and pressed onward. In and out, in and out he thrust his fat cock into the no-longer virginal cunt. Rose began to writhe and moan. She was experiencing an ecstasy she had never known from diddling herself in the shower. A strange sort of heat spread through her body unlike anything she had ever felt. Her entire body tingled and hummed in the strangest way. As her very first orgasm swept over her, she rocked her pelvis to the rhythm of the Pastor’s thrusts. The tiny closet that served as an office now was awash with the sounds and smells of unbridled sex. Squish, squish, the fat cock sluiced into her opening. More and more juice flowed from the tight, velvety vagina. It coated her thighs and his, running down their legs. The more he pushed, the more liquid flowed from this seemingly endless fountain of female love juice. Soon, the tightness began to fade as her cunt became more and more loose. Pastor Thomas began to lose the passion as the pressure decreased.
“My dear,” he huffed and puffed, “I’m afraid that the stimulus is beginning to fade. I’m not sure I can deliver the Holy Essence you so rightly need..”
“You have to,” she moaned, “I am not…. leaving here ……with this burden …..on my soul.”
The now nearly exhausted cleric continued to ram his cock into the wet, sloshing cunt of the young girl, wondering what else he could do. Then, the second epiphany of the day came to his twisted, perverted mind as he stared down at the little brown flower that winked at him just above his sloppy cock.
“I have one more option to exercise, my dear, please be patient.” By now Rose was in a sort of delirium. Her cunt was so wet and stretched, she cold probably have accommodated a baseball bat. Pastor Thomas took a copious handful of her juices and wiped it onto her anus. As he continued to drive his now waning cock into her cunt, he stuck his thumb into her ass. The girl jerked slightly at this intrusion into her only remaining virginal orifice.
Another handful of lubricant, two fingers now instead of the thumb and her ass was about ready to be violated. Pastor Thomas rose up on his toes and pointed his newly restiffened and dripping cock at the girl’s backside. He pressed the head of his fat cock on her brown rosebud and it slipped inside her sphincter.
He thought for sure she would scream in pain but instead her moans grew louder and longer. He pushed in again and his slimy cock began to disappear into her asshole..
The tightness of the connection was overwhelming to the old lecher. It seemed as though he had stuck his cock into a blast furnace. He grunted again and again, shoving his cock into the dark tunnel. His heavy balls banged against her sodden cunt. He kept it up until he felt the old familiar tingle in his groin, now thoroughly drenched with female emissions.
And then, finally, with a loud roar from the old man and a high pitched squeal from his victim, orgasm was simultaneously achieved. Jet after jet of hot, slimy come poured into the steamy anus of the partly supine girl who shuddered and shook with her spasms.. Somehow, Pastor Thomas found the strength for a few more thrusts and then his wilting cock slipped from its self-imposed prison. Immediately, semen mixed with her liquids oozed from her violated rectum.
Pastor Thomas grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and began to wipe up the mess they had created. He was shocked to see a small puddle on the tile floor. “This girl has Niagara Falls for a cunt,” he thought to himself.
Rose was still leaning over the desk in a sort of half-conscious state. She was gasping for breath.
“Oh, Pastor Thomas, that was…… so wild. I’ve never…… felt that way before. ”
She turned to look at him, her eyes soft with passion mixed with admiration.
“You are now a girl with a soul cleansed of all sin, my dear,” he announced triumphantly.
“Thank you, oh thank you, Pastor Thomas. I’ve never felt so relaxed and at ease.”
She hurriedly put her clothes back on and hugged the old man, kissing him on his grizzled face. In her haste, however, she neglected to pick up her soaked panties.
Jessica nodded as if she was in a trance. Her eyes were glassy and her face was without expression. I had seen this look on Jessica’s face before. I knew it well. She was in heat.
Cindy, Jessica, and Angela held hands as they left the room. I looked at the clock. Five minutes and then I would go. I didn’t think I could contain myself any longer than that.
James said, “Is she ready for this?” I could hear concern in his voice.
“Jessica?”
“Yes.”
“I think so,” I replied. “She and I have done a lot together. We have been in situations like this before. In fact, most of the time she pushes me.”
“But has she ever been with anyone old enough to be her mom or dad?”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I don’t really know how many different people she has been with. She’s been with quite a few women, but I don’t know how many guys. We’ve never really talked about it. To my knowledge, everyone has been my age or younger. I do know your wife turns her on. I could see it in her eyes when Angela invited her in the other room; she only gets that look when she is ready for sex. She practically melted under that kiss.”
“It is strange for me,” James said. I could tell that he was thinking, trying to find the best words to express his thoughts. “Jessica is so gorgeous. She reminds me a lot of my wife when we were younger.” I smiled, since I had been thinking pretty close to the same thing. “I want to hold her, and touch her, and do indescribable things to her. But I also know that she is so young. How old is she?”
“Eighteen.”
“Damn,” James exclaimed. “If my wife and I had gotten down to it a little earlier, she literally could be old enough to be our daughter. In fact, she is only a couple of years older than our kids. Yet, I find her so sexy….”
James’s voice trailed off. I could tell he was lost in thought; should he make a play or not. Should he feel guilt? Was this wrong? I waited. I wanted to give him time to think. He needed to make this decision for himself. My voice would just confuse the issue.
We stood in silence leaning against the kitchen walls. Time drew out, tick-tocking away. Both of us were mulling over the rest of the evening. For me, it was no moral dilemma. I had fucked Jessica several times. My worries and regrets were long gone. Instead, I was focused on sliding my cock inside of Angela. I needed to fuck her – badly. I wanted to ram her, and slam her, and bang her, and pummel her sweet, drooling cooter. But James was different. This was new territory for him. He wanted to fuck, but his moral compass still needed to be defined. How should he act around Jessica? How far should he take it?
James looked up and smiled. He nodded his head at the clock and said, “It is about time.” His voice had a subtle humor to it. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “I think the ladies are expecting us.”
I laughed. “I think the ladies are probably going to have a good time with or without us.”
“That is true,” James said. “But I’d like to be there when they are having that good time.”
I smiled back and gestured for him to lead the way. We passed through the living room and down a hallway. The walls were lined with family photos: a picnic at the park, Thanksgiving dinner, Grandma Martha. These photos seemed incongruous with the bits of female clothing lying on the floor. They were familiar. I recognized several garments: Angela’s dress, Cindy’s top and bra, and Jessica’s pants. It was like following a trail of breadcrumbs – only but so much naughtier.
As we got closer to the bedroom door, I could hear the faint sound of feminine moans. Voice intertwined with voice, getting progressively louder as we approached. I could only imagine the delights awaiting my entrance.
James pulled open the wooden, bedroom door. Square, in the center of the room, was a large four poster bed. It had to be king sized. In addition, dressers and bureaus lined the walls. An open door led off to the bathroom. More interestingly, half of the right side of the room was paneled with mirrors. Fun, fun, fun. The room was lit by two lamps, each set to dim. All in all it seemed like a good place for a sexual romp.
And the games had already begun. The women had wasted no time settling into a fuck. Jessica, not surprisingly, was still the center of attention. She was on the bed, face up and naked except for a pair of lacy, white boy shorts. Her beautiful breasts, while still high and firm, fell lightly on top of her chest as any natural pair would.
Cindy lay topless at the foot of the bed with one of Jessica’s feet in her mouth. She was sucking on the coed’s painted toes with absolute enthusiasm and delight. Angela, who was completely nude except for the stockings, lay on the bed next to Jessica. They were kissing deeply tongue to tongue, teenager and forty-something. Angela’s hand was resting on Jessica’s crotch. Her fingers moved lightly, as if strumming a fragile instrument.
Only after I surveyed the scene did I notice that Jessica’s hand was buried in Angela’s crotch. Jessica’s arm movements were subtle, yet unmistakable. Angela’s hips gently rocked back and forth in time, fucking that cute, teen finger. Together they moaned, beating a rhythm into each other’s mouth as they kissed.
Cindy looked up and saw James and I standing in the doorway. She smiled around Jessica’s foot and then scraped her teeth along the arch and heel. Cindy put the foot back down on the bed. Jessica didn’t seem to notice; she was too enthralled with the treatment she was getting from Angela.
Cindy rolled off the bed and fell lightly to the floor. She licked her lips and crawled across the room to the doorway. “Drop ‘em,” she said, pointing at our pants. Not one to disobey a lady, I did as I told.
My office mate knelt between us, holding both of our cocks to her mouth. She was such a cutie - a bundle of energy Southern belle turned deviant, sexual dynamo. I knew she was naughty, but I couldn’t believe that she ate James’s ass earlier that evening. Now she was about to do a double team and suck on both of our cocks.
“I can’t wait to taste these,” Cindy said as she spit on each of our dicks. Wasting no time she leaned in close, taking James’s dick in her mouth.
I was struck once again by age differences. Cindy was a cute twenty-four year old grad student. Because of her bubbly attitude and her tight, compact gymnast frame she could certainly pass for someone much younger. James was much older than Cindy, probably in his mid-forties. He was going gray and losing the war against a middle age paunch, yet Cindy was enthusiastically sucking his dick. Right now, right here, age didn’t matter. Or at least it wasn’t a negative. Perhaps the difference was more of a taboo, thus a greater sexual turn-on.
Those thoughts became gossamer ephemera, though, when Cindy began sucking my dick. Still clutching James in her right hand, she bent her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. I was bathed in warm spit, as the swirling maelstrom of her tongue pushed me to an exciting level of ecstasy. For about thirty seconds she worked me over, licking and slurping on my hardening shaft. She looked up at me with those baby blue eyes, telling me how much she wanted me with every bob of her head. Few things are cuter than a hot blonde staring up you as she is sucking your dick. Soon - all too soon - it was James’s turn once again.
I looked over to the bed in time to see the two women cum. Wet, tasty sounds of the finger-fucks played in my ears. Their moans dueled back and forth spiraling upward into an orgasmic crescendo. Angela and Jessica writhed as their fingers – slender, delightful, feminine fingers – pressed deep into liquid cunt. Lips parted. Eyes closed. Hair swayed from side to side. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhh sweet FUCK!!!” I heard Jessica scream as she ground her crotch onto Angela’s hand. Angela trapped the eighteen year-old coed’s hand between her thighs as she rode out the spasms controlling her body.
Cindy returned to my cock. “Is that the way you like it? Do you like how I suck your big, beautiful cock?” Cindy asked as she gave me a giant, sloppy lick.
“Oh you drive my cock crazy. Suck it,” I replied. She was slurping contentedly while stroking the shaft simultaneously with her tiny hand. Although Cindy’s mad blowjob skills felt amazing, I didn’t relish the idea of my meat stick being left out in the cold again. I needed to change up the game.
“Hey James, why don’t you have a seat on the edge of the bed?” I asked. For a moment he was confused; then he caught on. He grinned as he tugged his cock out of Cindy’s grasp. Then he walked over to the bed and sat down.
Cindy looked sad. I said to her, “Oh, babe we’re not done. James and I can share. Why don’t you suck his cock, while I eat your pussy?”
Cindy’s face immediately lit up. She stood up, bent at the waist, and set back to work on James’s cock. I heard him groan as she took his steely rod into her mouth. This time she was going for the deep throat. He put both his hands on her head and began to guide her up and down.
I knelt on the floor and marveled at Cindy’s tempting pussy. The lovely little hole was shaved clean. Only a small tuft of blonde hair remained above her clit. The lips were thick and juicy. I could see small rivulets of moisture dripping from her inner depths. This truly was a honey pot supreme.
I gave the cleft between Cindy legs a long, slow lick. The tip of my tongue dipped inside of her well-spring, tasting the earthy flavor of her cunt. She trembled in response, but did not release James’ cock from her mouth. I began to lick with greater fervor, running my tongue along Cindy’s slit. Her juices flowed freely, running past her lips and down my chin. With every stroke, I gently bore down on her inflamed clit. I was insistent. This was the first time I had sampled Cindy’s pretty pussy; if I did well enough I might get a second chance.
Cindy went off in a matter of seconds. Her pussy pressed into my face as she tried to find the best point of friction for her sensitive clit. Grinding and rocking her hips, the heat of her loins overtook Cindy. My face was flooded with her tangy girl-cum. Liquid ran into my mouth and down my throat. Her legs buckled as she tried to stay standing. Her moans were muffled as she continued to work over James’s cock.
I stood up and took off my pants. I grabbed my cock in my fist; it was rock-hard and ready to bang. I moved behind Cindy and pulled her up straight. She was still buckling and trembling from the aftershocks of her cum. I knew that her pussy must be sensitive. So much the better, I thought. Sensitivity makes for a better, more intense fuck.
I shoved my cock inside of Cindy’s tiny, pink hole. I think I caught her by surprise; I don’t think she was ready for my dick. James’s schlong fell from her mouth and she let out a loud yelp. “Oh fuck Professor, that fills me up so good.” I pulled back and slammed into her again. She moaned, “Mmmmm…. Ohhhhhh…. Oh yes, fuck me from both ends.” She took James’s cock and rubbed it enthusiastically all over her face, coating her cheeks, forehead, and nose with a glossy sheen of saliva before popping the rod back into her mouth.
Cindy was being double stuffed. She was used her arms to brace herself against the edge of the bed. James was lying back, leaning on his arms, so he could thrust his hips upward. Each time he fucked her face, I could hear a lewd gurgle in the back of Cindy’s throat.
Meanwhile, I was pounding her pussy from the rear. I felt the bones of my pelvis banging into the taut, firm cheeks of Cindy’s ass. That delectable view of the upside-down heart could never grow old for me. There is something so gorgeous about my cock sliding into a woman from behind. It is a magic act; let’s make the cock disappear!
The two other women were lying on the bed watching. Jessica, who was idly playing with Angela’s nipple said, “Isn’t that totally hot, the way she is taking them both? I am not sure if I have ever seen anything so sexy.”
Angela leaned in and gave Jessica a kiss on the cheek and said, “I know. I get so turned on watching her suck James’s cock. It feels so naughty. All I can think about is how his cock feels down my throat, and how she must be feeling.”
“I, like, feel the same way about the Professor’s cock,” Jessica said as she giggled girlishly. “I love watching him fuck all of my friends. I can’t wait until the party I am taking him to next week where I will watch him hump all of my sorority sisters. I can never get enough of watching him slide his cock into some girl’s pussy. It’s like, when he does it, I can feel him fucking me too.”
Angela crawled between Jessica’s legs. Wasting no time she dove into the sweet teen treat that had haunted my dreams. Then she set to work. Jessica moaned at the first contact of Angela’s tongue. Jessica spread her legs wider and grabbed the older woman’s dark hair. She tried to pull her in deeper, to draw that experienced tongue closer to her cunt. She craved the electric lashings against her clit. Angela was there to please; she wanted nothing more please and enjoy the tasty, blonde coed.
Meanwhile, James and I were developing a rhythm. I had never double-teamed a woman with another guy before; the notion was very odd. We each slammed into her – one at a time – pushing her forward. From there, she was impaled on the opposite dick, driving her in the other direction.
Neither of us was being gentle. We each were taking this opportunity to really fuck. Gagging and squelching sounds filled the room as James and I plundered Cindy’s Southern roots. We fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her some more. My hands were on her hips, James’s on her head, as we pushed her back and forth. She was our pleasure machine, a dirty, little belle to be used for our fucking purposes.
But Cindy couldn’t last. Another orgasm overtook her, as I felt her pussy walls flutter around my cock. She became limp, and was only able to stay upright because James and I held her up.
“So hot….” Jessica said, almost in a whisper. I wasn’t sure if she was talking about Cindy’s orgasm or Angela’s flickering tongue. No matter. I could hear the lust and desire dripping from her voice.
“Don’t you guys dare cum.” Angela said, lifting her head from Jessica’s dripping pussy. “Now that Cindy is done, we need cock – big, hard, bulging, throbbing cock! We need our pussies filled. WE MUST BE POUNDED! Which of these men do you want, Jessica?”
I knew the answer Angela was looking for. But she also didn’t wasn’t to push or scare Jessica away. No pressure. Would Jessica rise to the challenge?
“Your husband,” Jessica said without batting an eye. She moved across the bed and pressed her firm, fleshy tits against James’s back. She draped her arms over his shoulders and began rubbing his chest. Her voice was a wanton, lusty moan. “How long has it been since he has had a teenage cunt. Does he remember what it feels like to have a fresh snatch wrapped around his dick? I’m so young, so fresh – I will be clutching him, gripping him with those velvety pussy walls. Will you please let me fuck your husband?”
“Only if you let me fuck the Professor,” Angela replied. “I got to taste his cock earlier, but I really want to know what it feels like buried inside of my cunt. I haven’t had twenty-something cock inside of me for some time. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I slid my cock from the sheath of Cindy’s cunt and gently moved her over to the center of the bed. Her eyes were glassy; her head was filled with a haze of satiated lust. A goofy smile crossed her face as her hand fell limply to her cunt.
Jessica and Angela each lay back on the bed spread-eagled. Angela said, a raging fire burning in her eyes, “Fuck me. I am wet and ready for you, Professor.” She reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips wide. I could see the moisture of her cunt glistening in the dim light. It beckoned to me, calling my name. The siren’s song of her snatch lit up my loins.
I stepped up to Angela and lined my dick up with her pussy. I slapped her clit a few times with my erect dick, causing her flail and grunt excitedly. I grabbed one of her feet and brought it to my mouth. I sucked on her toes letting my tongue swirl around her brightly painted, little piggies. My cock rested on the outside of her cunt. If I moved just right it would slide in.
I looked to my left. Cindy was still out of it; her eyes were exhausted slits. Jessica was also spread-eagle on the bed, but James was bending her legs way back. He was kneeling on the floor, and from the looks of things he had his tongue in her ass. Jessica moaned, “Ohhhhhh that feels so fucking good. I love your tongue in my tight teenage ass. Oh yes, lick it. Mmmmmmm.”
Jessica was in good hands (tongue?) But I had a sexy, soccer mom to fuck. I slid my cock inside Angela’s pussy. The movement was long, slow, and deep. She felt so smooth and oh so very velvety, wrapped around my shaft. I bottomed out inside of her tempting sugar walls in that single, smooth, glorious thrust.
I felt her legs wrap around me, pushing on my ass, driving me further inside of her cunt. Her stocking encased legs felt silky smooth. I peered in the mirror to the side. We looked so nasty humping and rutting on the bed. My chest pressed against hers. Her erect nipples poked holes into my chest, as she pulled me as close to her as he could.
Angela reached up and grabbed my face between her hands. She looked at me and said, “Oh God that young cock feels so good inside my cunt. I want you to fuck me. Do you hear me? I want it.”
I stared into Angela’s eyes as the words poured out of her mouth. The intensity was electric. Entranced, I didn’t answer with words. Sentences or syllables would not do the moment justice. The sensation was too animal, too primal. I am not sure what it was or how we got there, but I felt us crackle and melt into a singular connection – that amazing emotion when the fuck becomes transcendent. I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. Tongues explored the caverns of our being. Cock and pussy joined as we humped the shit out of each other.
“Ohhhhh….. Mmmmmmn…. While that tongue feels so good up my ass, I need to feel your cock in my pussy. Your wife warmed me up so well with he tongue (naughty lady). She is soooooo good at that. Ohhhh, but I didn’t get to cum. She stopped just before I got the chance. I need to cum with you in my cunt. You can have my ass later,” Jessica moaned. Her pleas for sex called me back to my senses. What and odd situation! A husband and wife were fucking a college professor and his student. Jessica continued, “If your going to fuck me, just do it. Dammit! I need your cock. Put it in me please!”
Jessica groaned as she was split apart by James’s cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his body shake uncontrollably. The first thrust was wicked fast. The second was unmerciful. Sweat beaded on James’s forehead, as the warmth of Jessica’s loins spread through out his body. Pleasure washed over his face as he impaled himself in the tempting delights of Jessica’s sweet, teenage pussy.
James and I built up a rhythm. Our twin cocks – younger and older - slammed into two delicious and juicy blonde cunts. The squelching, slapping sounds of fucking filled the room. Our need pushed us forward. The two women moaned as they were rammed repeatedly. Angela and Jessica began to cum.
Angela yelled, “Ooh I am gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I ‘m gonna cum all over that fucking dick… Right now… right now.. right now… ohhhhhh God…. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH…. Do you feel it? I’ve cum on your fucking dick? I’ve just cum and you are still fucking me…” I didn’t let up. My heart beating fast and furious in my chest, I kept pounding that fucking cunt. She felt so good….