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Hi... 18 year old virgin.... very shy.... needs initiating...
Lord Dimos
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Maybe we can help each other out
email me sometime LordDeimos35@aol.com
email me sometime LordDeimos35@aol.com
Hi. Let's..... read my new story. What do you think?
I hope you're well. I too like erotica literature -both reading it and
writing it. I've just written a piece and wonder what you think of it.
I'm 40, bi-secual male, sexy, dark hair, blue eyes, and long hair.
Take care, - Mycke (mycke38@hotmail.com)
________________________________________________________________________
Rachel and Father David
Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David
and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only
equaled by the size of his cock.
He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdolin.
Many months before when Rachel was only 18, she had met the Father late one
night, while he was preparing for his Easter speech. She stayed late because
there was much preparation to do for the service and Rachel was a brilliant
writer who could assist Father David with his grammar and metaphors.
Rachel was alive with excitement knowing that she was playing a role in
something so spiritual.
Unthinkingly, as she would do with people she loved, the woman with
exquisite green eyes, and sculptured face placed her hand on the Father's
shoulder as a sign of friendship. "Thank you Father for this chance".
The Father didn't budge. Rachel turned red like the blood of Christ. Silence
filled the church.
The Father spoke. "My dear, I have never had sex, and I am curious about
it."
Rachel was stoned. Her mind bounced around from bad to good thought. Her
heart felt guilty, good, excited. Her thighs were soaked with the moistness
God had incorporated into her physical.
Without whispering a syllable, her lyth 18-year-old body manipulated
forwarded to rub against the body of the Father. He was young too. He was
55.
If there was a noise in the church, it was of two sexually alive people.
Rachel and the Father. She was prepared to go to hell, to give this starving
man a moment of heaven.
Her experienced hands, coiffed with blood red nails and fingers long as the
branches on an olive tree - slowly messaged the Father’s lap. She looked
into his eyes and could see tears. She saw that this lovely, wonderful man's
mouth was smiling and it wasn't very long before his body welcomed her
touch.
Rachel pulled up her skirt. She pulled up the Father's gown. Like a child
and a woman, she sat down on the father's lap, extending her legs on both
sides of his body. Her pussy was about to touch his cock.
Her panties were about to rub against his underwear. His cock was growing.
And it was growing. Rachel realized that Father David had carried with him
this appendage for many years and had only used it for the most mundane of
bodily functions.
"Father, I would like to kiss you", she said.
"My dear", replied David, "please do not talk. It wakes me up to what
confuses me.
"Yes Fathers", replied the young woman who may have been the reincarnation
of the prostitute who met Jesus along the road.
With that, Rachel kissed the Father. No more words would be spoken. Her
tongue reached inside the reticent man's mouth and played with his tongue,
until it began to play back with hers. She caressed his jet-black hair and
moved ever so slowly, methodically, sensuously on his lap - finding his cock
with her wetness and welcoming it to the world of sexuality.
He reached to hold her and instinctively slid his fatherly, hands down to
her buttocks. Her breath shortened. Her nipples grew. She was having sex
with a priest...one she respected dearly.
Confusion mixed with an uncontrollable desire to make Father David happy.
Rachel's doubts of celibacy for the priesthood fought desperately with her
fundamental believe in the Father as a child of God - a sacrificial man, a
celibate man.
Her hand reached down between his legs and found the Father's cock. It
seemed to be enormous, a tower of Babylon, reaching for her. She loved to
excite through the cloth of his underwear. She ran her fingernails over its
lovely head while the Father breathed shallower, while his hold on her ass
became tighter.
His lips found her breasts and his hands moved up with uncontrollable speed
and ripped away her blouse. He struggled valiantly with her bra and felt
fortunate that it was held closed with Velcro. (He thought to himself that
he could never, figure out the snap. He wasn't good at technical things and
whenever the electric candles would cutout he'd have to call in an
electrician),
For the first time in his life he was eye-to-eye with a nipple. He greeted
it. He lapped at it. He bit it with passion. The Father - a handsome man, 6
foot, 200 lbs, handsomeness reflecting his Eastern European roots - explored
Rachel's perky 36c breasts with the diligence, and wonderment of an apostle
learning from his teacher.
Rachel was rising to another level of sexuality.
She was no longer of human feelings and thoughts. Her mind was elsewhere.
Her sexuality had become ethereal - it was raised to the levels of the 40
black eyed-maidens in heaven that the Muslims had tried to convince her of.
She was a vessel to be used by the cloth to come closer to God.
She reached inside for Father David's cock and found it, and touched it. It
was alive with fifty-five years of curiosity and neediness. The young church
volunteer yanked it out from under its underwear and looked down at it. It
was absolutely angelic. It was circumcised and it was hard. And it was 9
inches, perhaps 10.
They gasped together as she began to message the Father's cock with strokes
that were hard and soft to his touch. His head swung back and his eyes were
nowhere to be found. He was in ecstasy. He had found the door to let himself
in and nothing was going to stop him. For many years he had considered this
- at least once he would tell himself, will I experience the sexual
pleasures of this earth. At least once will I partake of the fruits of the
Garden of Eden? I am a man.
Rachel was alive with excitement and grasped the Father's balls. He reeled
back. Her long strokes began to go faster and faster while she squeezed and
played with the Father's balls.
Faster and faster. She reached the base of his penis and teasingly stopped.
His movement begged her to continue. She continued.
Father David's cock was responding to the pleasure of Rachel's soft palm
working its way up and down, twisting in circles around and around, and up
and down once again.
Her movements were wild and his cock grew and grew. The church was silent,
except for their moanings and if someone were to walk in they would hear the
sounds of sex bouncing off the walls and stain glass windows.
"Oh God", Father David moaned.
"Oh dear God, I am loving this. Oh dear Jesus", he shouted. "Forgive me".
Rachel crawled off the Father and knelt between his legs. Her hands
continued to jerk his cock and she watched it respond...her eyes were inches
away from its crown and she could now smell its loveliness and see its
majestic stance.
Father and faster, harder and harder, she yanked and squeezed his balls
again and again. Her long jet-black hair swung from side to side as she
tugged and playfully masturbated the Father. Her lips were parted ever so
slightly and her nipples, sitting so proudly on her perfectly shaped breasts
extended a message of electric sexuality to the scene.
Rachel could feel it. She knew it was coming. He knew it too. He had felt it
stir him from sleep. Nocturnal emission.
"Cum for me Father," she whispered. "Let me see it. Let me taste it Father.
Hearing this prayer, the Father left his consciousness and walked through a
path of absolutely ecstasy, one that could have only been created by God.
His muscles pulled and deep within, where prayer and faith had only lived, a
heavenly feeling covered him from his toes to his scalp.
"Fuck me Rachel. Make me cum", David yelled.
And with that, an eruption from within occurred...an explosion which brought
with it lights and images of angels and heaven and peace and fun, exploded.
Father David was cumming. His sperm was shooting all over Rachel's hands and
glob after glob of his white milky stuff spirted into the world.
After many moments, Father David opened his eyes. There, between his legs,
Rachel knelt. He looked down at her and could see that the young girl, who
had joined the choir when she was only seven, was covered in his cum.
Her eyes, her hair, her mouth was awash with his white fluid that had laid
quietly for many decades. He leaned down and kissed her lips.
Father David tasted his cum and he began to cry for he wasn't sure if this
was the end of his life on earth and in heaven, as he had known it.
He sobbed because he didn't know if he would ever feel the abandonment he
had felt here today, in front of the Virgin Mother. Was he going to hell, or
was this an invitation to heaven?
Rachel held him and whispered that she understood. After many moments, they
repaired their fallen clothing and kissed. Father David licked his cum from
her eyes, cheeks and chin.
Rachel was clean, pure.
Easter arrived and Father David's speech was brilliant. He had never spoken
so clearly, so knowingly, so insightfully about the creation of the earth
and God's words that "in my image" will each man/woman be created.
Life was somehow different. The churchgoers knew it, but couldn't put their
finger on it. Father David had changed. He seemed to be alive one more time
and more imbued with wisdom and understanding of the here and now. Father
David seemed to have gone through a metamorphosis. It was wonderful for the
church. They loved it.
And Rachel thought that one day she would become a nun. Father David agreed,
this was a good life plan.
So she did. She became a nun. Stay tuned.
I hope you're well. I too like erotica literature -both reading it and
writing it. I've just written a piece and wonder what you think of it.
I'm 40, bi-secual male, sexy, dark hair, blue eyes, and long hair.
Take care, - Mycke (mycke38@hotmail.com)
________________________________________________________________________
Rachel and Father David
Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David
and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only
equaled by the size of his cock.
He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdolin.
Many months before when Rachel was only 18, she had met the Father late one
night, while he was preparing for his Easter speech. She stayed late because
there was much preparation to do for the service and Rachel was a brilliant
writer who could assist Father David with his grammar and metaphors.
Rachel was alive with excitement knowing that she was playing a role in
something so spiritual.
Unthinkingly, as she would do with people she loved, the woman with
exquisite green eyes, and sculptured face placed her hand on the Father's
shoulder as a sign of friendship. "Thank you Father for this chance".
The Father didn't budge. Rachel turned red like the blood of Christ. Silence
filled the church.
The Father spoke. "My dear, I have never had sex, and I am curious about
it."
Rachel was stoned. Her mind bounced around from bad to good thought. Her
heart felt guilty, good, excited. Her thighs were soaked with the moistness
God had incorporated into her physical.
Without whispering a syllable, her lyth 18-year-old body manipulated
forwarded to rub against the body of the Father. He was young too. He was
55.
If there was a noise in the church, it was of two sexually alive people.
Rachel and the Father. She was prepared to go to hell, to give this starving
man a moment of heaven.
Her experienced hands, coiffed with blood red nails and fingers long as the
branches on an olive tree - slowly messaged the Father’s lap. She looked
into his eyes and could see tears. She saw that this lovely, wonderful man's
mouth was smiling and it wasn't very long before his body welcomed her
touch.
Rachel pulled up her skirt. She pulled up the Father's gown. Like a child
and a woman, she sat down on the father's lap, extending her legs on both
sides of his body. Her pussy was about to touch his cock.
Her panties were about to rub against his underwear. His cock was growing.
And it was growing. Rachel realized that Father David had carried with him
this appendage for many years and had only used it for the most mundane of
bodily functions.
"Father, I would like to kiss you", she said.
"My dear", replied David, "please do not talk. It wakes me up to what
confuses me.
"Yes Fathers", replied the young woman who may have been the reincarnation
of the prostitute who met Jesus along the road.
With that, Rachel kissed the Father. No more words would be spoken. Her
tongue reached inside the reticent man's mouth and played with his tongue,
until it began to play back with hers. She caressed his jet-black hair and
moved ever so slowly, methodically, sensuously on his lap - finding his cock
with her wetness and welcoming it to the world of sexuality.
He reached to hold her and instinctively slid his fatherly, hands down to
her buttocks. Her breath shortened. Her nipples grew. She was having sex
with a priest...one she respected dearly.
Confusion mixed with an uncontrollable desire to make Father David happy.
Rachel's doubts of celibacy for the priesthood fought desperately with her
fundamental believe in the Father as a child of God - a sacrificial man, a
celibate man.
Her hand reached down between his legs and found the Father's cock. It
seemed to be enormous, a tower of Babylon, reaching for her. She loved to
excite through the cloth of his underwear. She ran her fingernails over its
lovely head while the Father breathed shallower, while his hold on her ass
became tighter.
His lips found her breasts and his hands moved up with uncontrollable speed
and ripped away her blouse. He struggled valiantly with her bra and felt
fortunate that it was held closed with Velcro. (He thought to himself that
he could never, figure out the snap. He wasn't good at technical things and
whenever the electric candles would cutout he'd have to call in an
electrician),
For the first time in his life he was eye-to-eye with a nipple. He greeted
it. He lapped at it. He bit it with passion. The Father - a handsome man, 6
foot, 200 lbs, handsomeness reflecting his Eastern European roots - explored
Rachel's perky 36c breasts with the diligence, and wonderment of an apostle
learning from his teacher.
Rachel was rising to another level of sexuality.
She was no longer of human feelings and thoughts. Her mind was elsewhere.
Her sexuality had become ethereal - it was raised to the levels of the 40
black eyed-maidens in heaven that the Muslims had tried to convince her of.
She was a vessel to be used by the cloth to come closer to God.
She reached inside for Father David's cock and found it, and touched it. It
was alive with fifty-five years of curiosity and neediness. The young church
volunteer yanked it out from under its underwear and looked down at it. It
was absolutely angelic. It was circumcised and it was hard. And it was 9
inches, perhaps 10.
They gasped together as she began to message the Father's cock with strokes
that were hard and soft to his touch. His head swung back and his eyes were
nowhere to be found. He was in ecstasy. He had found the door to let himself
in and nothing was going to stop him. For many years he had considered this
- at least once he would tell himself, will I experience the sexual
pleasures of this earth. At least once will I partake of the fruits of the
Garden of Eden? I am a man.
Rachel was alive with excitement and grasped the Father's balls. He reeled
back. Her long strokes began to go faster and faster while she squeezed and
played with the Father's balls.
Faster and faster. She reached the base of his penis and teasingly stopped.
His movement begged her to continue. She continued.
Father David's cock was responding to the pleasure of Rachel's soft palm
working its way up and down, twisting in circles around and around, and up
and down once again.
Her movements were wild and his cock grew and grew. The church was silent,
except for their moanings and if someone were to walk in they would hear the
sounds of sex bouncing off the walls and stain glass windows.
"Oh God", Father David moaned.
"Oh dear God, I am loving this. Oh dear Jesus", he shouted. "Forgive me".
Rachel crawled off the Father and knelt between his legs. Her hands
continued to jerk his cock and she watched it respond...her eyes were inches
away from its crown and she could now smell its loveliness and see its
majestic stance.
Father and faster, harder and harder, she yanked and squeezed his balls
again and again. Her long jet-black hair swung from side to side as she
tugged and playfully masturbated the Father. Her lips were parted ever so
slightly and her nipples, sitting so proudly on her perfectly shaped breasts
extended a message of electric sexuality to the scene.
Rachel could feel it. She knew it was coming. He knew it too. He had felt it
stir him from sleep. Nocturnal emission.
"Cum for me Father," she whispered. "Let me see it. Let me taste it Father.
Hearing this prayer, the Father left his consciousness and walked through a
path of absolutely ecstasy, one that could have only been created by God.
His muscles pulled and deep within, where prayer and faith had only lived, a
heavenly feeling covered him from his toes to his scalp.
"Fuck me Rachel. Make me cum", David yelled.
And with that, an eruption from within occurred...an explosion which brought
with it lights and images of angels and heaven and peace and fun, exploded.
Father David was cumming. His sperm was shooting all over Rachel's hands and
glob after glob of his white milky stuff spirted into the world.
After many moments, Father David opened his eyes. There, between his legs,
Rachel knelt. He looked down at her and could see that the young girl, who
had joined the choir when she was only seven, was covered in his cum.
Her eyes, her hair, her mouth was awash with his white fluid that had laid
quietly for many decades. He leaned down and kissed her lips.
Father David tasted his cum and he began to cry for he wasn't sure if this
was the end of his life on earth and in heaven, as he had known it.
He sobbed because he didn't know if he would ever feel the abandonment he
had felt here today, in front of the Virgin Mother. Was he going to hell, or
was this an invitation to heaven?
Rachel held him and whispered that she understood. After many moments, they
repaired their fallen clothing and kissed. Father David licked his cum from
her eyes, cheeks and chin.
Rachel was clean, pure.
Easter arrived and Father David's speech was brilliant. He had never spoken
so clearly, so knowingly, so insightfully about the creation of the earth
and God's words that "in my image" will each man/woman be created.
Life was somehow different. The churchgoers knew it, but couldn't put their
finger on it. Father David had changed. He seemed to be alive one more time
and more imbued with wisdom and understanding of the here and now. Father
David seemed to have gone through a metamorphosis. It was wonderful for the
church. They loved it.
And Rachel thought that one day she would become a nun. Father David agreed,
this was a good life plan.
So she did. She became a nun. Stay tuned.
JohnnyUtah
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hey becca 21 year old male here 5'10 175 brown and hzel and cute email me at Billy_Corgan17@yahoo.com
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Help is on the way
I would be willing to help you in any way that you would like me to. Where are you from?
I would be willing to help you in any way that you would like me to. Where are you from?
