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Unholy Desires - I (m/f, i/r, n/c)
by
Black Demon
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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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The wedding date was soon approaching for the lovely Deanna
Williams and her fianc Drew Hollington. As Deanna's Uncle Jim was a
professional photographer, it was only natural that he would photograph
the wedding. To avoid a potential time crunch on her wedding day and to
ensure a top-quality bridal shoot for his favorite niece, he had
suggested the bridal shots be taken at the church several days prior to
the actual wedding.
Deanna had stopped by the church weeks in advance and met with the
priest and church secretary. The church would be available on the
Monday evening prior to the scheduled wedding and they indicated she was
more than welcome to have photos taken then. As the janitor/handyman
had just started at 4 p.m., Deanna was introduced to the elderly black
man, who would let her into the church on the night of the photo shoot.
Ike Tarver was only too pleased to meet the lovely bride-to-be. He
shook her dainty hand in greeting. His old black cock giving a twitch
at the feel of such a soft dainty white hand. Ike would give anything
to feel this dainty hand stroking his shriveled cock. He noticed the
beauty flinch as he held her hand a bit longer than necessary. Ike was
surprised to learn that this beauty was getting married as she appeared
to be only a teenager. In making this comment, Deanna blushed and
advised him that she was truly 23 years of age.
In all of his 70 years of age, Ike had never seen such a beauty as
this. So young and virginal looking, with a flawless ivory body, this
beauty had old Ike drooling like an idiot. "God, I'd give anything for
a chance to get into his little beauty's tight little panties. What I'd
give to `ruin' such an innocent white bitch and maybe knock her up with
a black baby", he thought to himself. He was so old that even the ugly
prostitutes merely laughed at him when he tried to buy their services.
For the last 10 years of so, Ike could only get off with the assistance
of his hand. In his entire life, Ike had only dreamt of what it'd feel
like in defiling a beautiful white woman. Never had he lucked out in
finding a white woman, other than some ugly prostitutes, who would give
him the time of day but even that was many years ago.
Each night, for the next two weeks, Ike lay in bed and wanked away
at his shriveled and drooping black cock. He wished he could get it
back up to the 10" that he proudly possessed as a young man. But with
age, it seemed to have shriveled and drooped somewhat, even though hard
as he could get it. But he could still get it to grow to a full 8" in
length. As he pictured the beautiful Deanna Williams he would soon
dribble out a thick flow of hot cum, a bubbling up of his thick cum
versus the streams he could shoot in the good ole days.
An evening photo shoot would work out perfectly, as Deanna did not
want to take her uncle away from his studio during the day. Also,
Deanna wanted the day available to handle the real estate showings and
not miss any potential sales. A sale would definitely help with the
expenses of the wedding. She would go from her last appointment
directly to the church and change into her wedding gown there, having
packed it carefully in her car that day.
On the Monday of the photo shoot, Deanna was a bit exhausted from
the number of showings but was quite happy to have closed the sale at
the end of the day. The paperwork took longer than anticipated and
Deanna rushed to the church. The old janitor greeted her as she arrived
and greeted her with a handshake. For some reason, this man made her
skin crawl, feeling his touch was far longer than necessary. His eyes
appeared to be stripping her of her clothing. But Deanna dismissed it
as this was a church and scolded herself for even thinking such a thing.
Ike directed the lovely bride-to-be to the dressing room where she
could change into her beautiful wedding gown. Ike looked at the lovely
beauty, dressed in an alluring outfit consisting of a white blazer,
emerald green silk blouse, white skirt and heels. He looked at Deanna's
trim ivory legs, encased in her trim white heels as she walked to the
dressing room, with her makeup kit, small hair dryer, and wedding gown.
`God', he thought, `I'd give anything to get between those sweet white
legs', as he stroked his pulsing black cock through his pants. Ike
thought of just bursting into the dressing room and raping the young
beauty there, but dismissed the thought as the photographer would be
arriving at any moment. Ike saw the lovely blonde emerge from the
dressing room, purchase a coke from the machine and return to the
dressing room.
A few minutes later, Ike watched Deanna walk to the church's
parking to retrieve another item. Ike's mind began racing. He quickly
got his wallet out and searched for the `roofie' that he always carried
with him. He had purchased it months ago on the chance that he could
slip it to an unsuspecting beauty. This was his chance to use this
knockout drug for the first time ever. He rushed to the empty dressing
room and quickly slipped the `roofie' into the bride's can of coke.
Watching Deanna return from the parking lot, Ike smiled to the
lovely bride-to-be as she returned with her bridal veil. His eyes
followed her every step back into the dressing room.
Ten minutes later, Ike observed Deanna step out of the dressing
room in her stunning white lace wedding gown, minus her bridal veil. He
saw her peer into the parking lot and smile as she observed her uncle's
van. Ike followed the excited bride out to the van, offering to help the
photographer unload his gear. This allowed Deanna to return to finish
primping in the dressing room, at which time Ike also hoped she would
finish her can of coke.
While the photographer was unpacking some of his equipment, the
cunning janitor seized the opportunity to hide one of the camera bags.
The photographer chatted good-naturedly with the janitor as he adjusted
the studio lights, failing to notice the sinister smile on the old man's
face as Ike observed the beautiful bride emerging from the dressing room
and tossing the empty coke can in the trash. It was then that the
photographer realized the camera bag was missing.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I must've left my camera bag out in the van,"
Deanna's uncle shrugged. "I'll just run out to the van and be right
back, okay?"
Ike followed the unwitting photographer out to the van, smiling to
himself in the knowledge the search would turn up empty. "Listen, Ike,
I must've left it back at the studio," the photographer sighed, then
added "Tell ya what let's do. I'll zip back to the studio and be right
back, okay? It oughta take me about twenty minutes or so each way, and
tell Deanna I'll phone her from the studio before I head back, okay?"
"Yessa, I'll tell `er for ya," Ike waved as he shuffled back toward
the church. Ike relayed the message to the disappointed young
bride-to-be, then left her to the effects of the rohypnol. He noted
that she was already a bit shaky, visibly affected by the drug, knowing
it would only be a few more minutes until she was passed out cold.
Ike watched the beautiful blonde in her long white wedding gown,
the white symbol of purity. He saw her head and veil begin to bob, a
signal that the mind-numbing effects of the drug were taking their
toll. After 10 minutes, the bride's head slumped to the side, in a deep
sleep caused by the `roofie'. Ike took it carefully as he approached
the drugged beauty. He smiled when the beauty did not respond to his
shaking of her shoulder.
The beautiful bride was 5'3" and petite in size, weighing only 115
lbs. Although the black janitor was 70 years of age, he kept in shape
with all the handy work and lifting this little beauty was no problem at
all. With one hand under the knees and one along her back, Ike had to
carry the beauty only a few feet to lay her at the foot of the alter. As
he carried her, the bride's purse fell onto the top step. Laying her on
her back, he let the bride's legs drape down the steps.
Panting in anticipation, the old black janitor licked his lips and
drew the bridal gown up to reveal the trim ivory legs and thighs. As
this was only a photo shoot, Deanna felt there was no need to wear the
white nylons. Ike groaned with lust as he stared at the unconscious
bride, her wedding gown lewdly hiked up to her waist. Ike knew he had
to hurry as he had only 30 minutes or so before the bride's uncle
returned. He gazed at the lacy white panties that covered the bride's
precious jewel. The stubby black fingers began to caress the silky
piece of protection.
The black hands grasped the tiny white garment and drew it down the
trim ivory thighs, revealing the soft blonde fleece. Ike took a deep
breath as he drew the lacy white panties down the trim legs, over and
off the trim white heels. Licking his lips, Ike just had to get a taste
of the sweet honey pie before him. Spreading the trim white thighs, he
leaned forward to bury his face in the soft mound. Then, his thick
tongue darted forward to part the furry mound and licked at the warm
slick groove. Burying his tongue in the tight snatch, the old man
lapped at the sweet nectar.
Not having had a woman in years, the old janitor knew he had to get
his cock into the lovely bride soon or shoot his load onto the carpeted
floor. He knelt at the top step and pulled the drugged bride till her
precious treasure was at the edge of the step, right at the level of his
hardening black cock. Ike groaned as his cock touched the soft golden
fleece, having to hold still or lose his load before getting it in.
Then he pushed against the tight slit, pushing harder to force his black
tool into the drugged bride. He reared his bony black frame back and
shoved forward again and again, burying his cock as deep as he could.
Ike smiled knowing he had just done the unthinkable and nailed this
innocent white bride. He would soon be spurting his thick load into
this unsuspecting young beauty. Ike wondered what her loving fianc
would say if he knew he was not going to get the precious treasure he
anticipated, as that treasure was now being `ruined' by a nigger's cock.
Then Ike was startled as the cell phone began to ring in the
bride's purse. Ike looked and traced the sound to the purse that lay a
few feet away. Then he remembered her uncle mentioning that he would
call from the studio. Reaching over, pulling his cock out till only the
black cockhead was enveloped in the slick quim, Ike got the purse and
emptied it to find the damn phone. Answering the phone, it was indeed
the bride's uncle. Ike advised him that the bride had asked him to
answer the phone should it ring and had gone to redo her makeup.
The photographer advised Ike that the camera bag wasn't at the
studio and asked if he could recheck the church and parking lot again,
just in case it had been overlooked earlier. Ike told him it was no
problem and would look around a bit and would be back with him in a
couple of minutes. With that, Ike put the phone down and began his
fucking of the beautiful bride in earnest.
It less than a minute, Ike could feel the telltale tingle and knew
his cock was about to explode in the unwitting blonde's snug little
pussy. Just as he was about to cum, he picked up the cell phone and
groaned into it "Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh! Here it is! I got it!", as his
black cock erupted like a geyser deep in the womb of the bride.
Five minutes later, Ike pulled his shriveled old cock from the
tight confines. It was released with a `pop'. Ike kneeled and observed
the beautiful but now `ruined' little bride. He smiled, hoping that he
may just have knocked up the little beauty. With only about 15 more
minutes before her uncle returned, Ike knew he could not get his
dwindling old cock back up in time.
Ike glanced over at the items on the floor, contents of the
beauty's purse. He noticed a disposable camera laying on the floor. Ike
grabbed it and found that it was fully loaded. As disposable cameras
were relatively inexpensive, Ike was not worried that it would be
discovered missing as it could be easily replaced by the lovely bride.
As a real estate agent, Deanna considered the disposable camera a
valuable and necessary tool, often photographing property and new
listings, but she could have never imagined that someday this valuable
and necessary tool would be used by a rapist to photograph her own
humiliating defilement.
To set the stage, Ike dragged the beauty back and propped her up
against the base of the alter. He pulled the wedding gown up and
bunched it at the waist. Then he bent Deanna's trim white legs up, with
the spikes of the white heels in the carpet, he then spread wide the
trim white thighs.
Then the real `photo shoot' of the lovely bride began. The
sleeping bride's face would be clearly visible and recognizable. He had
first lifted the bridal veil for the photo shoot to begin. Looking at
the soft pink lips of the young beauty, the now soft and shrinking black
cock twitched at the thought of those sweet lips on his cock. He just
had to have those sweet lips on his cock. He leaned forward and rubbed
his twitching cock and rubbed a filthy coat of his mucous over her soft
lips. Pushing forward a bit, the soft pink lips opened a bit to admit
the slimy cockhead. Ike leaned back as far as he could and snapped
three shots of the obscene sight, just as his cock twitched out its
final flow of its slimy goo. Backing off and zipping up his pants, he
began clicking away, moving up till the last few shots were only of the
bride's soiled beaver. Those last shots showed the thick nigger goo
oozing from the reddened slit.
Once the entire roll was depleted, Ike retrieved the lacy white
panties and drew it up over the white heels and back into place. Then
Ike carried the bride to the first pew, laying her there to sleep it off
as he gathered and returned the contents to her purse, minus the
disposable camera he kept for himself.
Upon the return of the bride's uncle, Ike advised him that "Ms.
Williams mentioned she was exhausted and apparently fell asleep a while
ago. "No wonder," Uncle Jim shrugged, "I mean, the stress of planning
her wedding, working seven days a week selling real estate must've just
wiped her right out," Uncle Jim told the janitor. Thus Ike and Uncle
Jim began loading up the equipment.
Then Uncle Jim tried futilely to wake his niece but it was obvious
she would be too tired to drive even if he woke her. Uncle Jim was well
aware that his niece was a notoriously sound sleeper, so he was not
overly concerned that his efforts to rouse her had failed. Besides, it
was obvious the bridal shoot would have to be either postponed or
canceled anyway.
Uncle Jim told the janitor that they'd pick up Deanna's car the
next day. As a photographer, Uncle Jim knew it would ruin his niece's
wedding gown to leave her in it much longer, so he carried her into the
dressing room. There he redressed her in the white skirt, blazer and
silk blouse she'd worn to the church. Then Uncle Jim carried his
beautiful niece to the van. As the janitor opened the side door to the
van, the bride was carefully laid onto the back seat. The wily old
codger breathed a sigh of relief as the van pulled away, secure in the
knowledge he had just raped and defiled the beautiful young bride-to-be,
and neither she nor her uncle were any the wiser.
The next day, however, the old janitor had felt very guilty. Not
for having raped the beautiful young bride in her wedding gown, but he
felt guilty for having sinned right in his own church. Ike had worked
at the church for over 20 years. He and Father Riley, the elderly
priest, had become close friends. He just had to confess his sins to
the understanding priest. Father Riley was shocked to hear this
confession, especially as he had seen the lovely beauty just that
morning when she came for her car. Father Riley had talked with the
lovely bride-to-be and she had merely apologized for having to leave her
car overnight. She assumed she had been so totally exhausted from work
and the upcoming wedding that she had simply dozed off while awaiting
her uncle's return. Now, after this confession, Father Riley knew it
was the work of the drug that had really put the beauty out.
On the other side of the confessional, Father Riley could not help
the twitching of his own cock as he pictured the lovely Ms. Deanna
Williams in her wedding gown being raped by the old black janitor. Deep
down, Father Riley wondered just what it would feel like to make love to
a beautiful woman like Ms. Williams. Father Riley had joined the
priesthood at an early age and had taken the oath of celibacy, which he
had been faithful to. In fact, Father Riley had been struggling with
unholy thoughts and sins of the flesh, having masturbated since
puberty. Thus, he had then joined the priesthood, hoping to exorcise
the demons within him, but, over the years he occasionally gave in to
his urge to masturbate, breaking his vow of abstinence.
.
Father Riley thought of the potential consequences, had the rape
been discovered. Not only would the church be disgraced but it could
have faced a lawsuit, as the rape occurred on church property and by a
church employee. At least the victim was unaware she'd been drugged and
raped, so unless the janitor told anyone else, that secret would remain
in the confessional. As a precaution, however, Father Riley advised the
janitor that he had to turn over the remaining roofies in his possession
immediately. The janitor would receive absolution on the condition
that his sins not be discussed with anyone else. Ike Tarver readily
agreed and passed the roofies through the small opening to the holy
father. Also, Father Riley demanded that Ike Tarver turn over all the
photos and negatives taken of the bride. Reluctantly, the janitor
slipped a large envelope through the opening. With that and a hundred
Hail Mary's, Ike Tarver was absolved of his sins in the church.
That evening and the next, the portly old priest went to bed
dreaming of the defilement of the beautiful blonde bride, to whom he
would soon be administering the vow of holy matrimony. Father Riley had
illicit thoughts before but nothing of this magnitude. The elderly
priest opened the envelope containing the obscene photographs of the
bride in her wedding gown. Viewing the beautiful bride in such lewd and
provocative poses, Father Riley again resorted to masturbation for
relief. He was surprised to see the end results of his ejaculation,
never having produced such an amount of sinful fluid. This was followed
by extreme guilt for his sins. But with the passage of time, the guilt
waned and the lustful thoughts resurfaced.
Thursday evening came and Father Riley was at the church to preside
over the wedding rehearsal of Ms. Deanna Williams and Mr. Drew
Hollington. Seeing the beautiful bride-to-be, Father Riley's cock rose
to attention under his black robe, wanting desperately to sample the
treasures that the church's janitor had discovered. The bridal couple
and their respective parents were there, along with the entire bridal
party, thus Father Riley knew it would be difficult to be alone with the
lovely bride for any length of time . Deanna greeted him and introduced
him each of the bridal party. The elderly priest took in the beauty of
the matron of honor, Mrs. Tina Fleming. Tina, 23 years of
age, had long blonde hair and was about the same height as the bride.
During the break, while the bride was going over the wedding
ceremony with both hers and Drew's parents, Father Riley chatted briefly
with the matron of honor. In talking with her, Father Riley learned
that she was totally in love with her husband, Larry Fleming. It was
obvious that she had been and always would be faithful to her vow of
holy matrimony. Father Riley learned that her loving husband had been
called out of town earlier that day due to a business emergency,
otherwise he would have accompanied her to the wedding rehearsal. Tina
expressed her hope that the emergency problem could be solved quickly so
her husband could make it back in time for the wedding.
At the end of the rehearsal, Father Riley finally managed to talk
to the beautiful bride, wanting to be close to her. To imagine those
pink lips around the janitor's black cock and then picturing those pink
lips on his own throbbing cock. Throughout the night, he continually
caught himself staring at the lovely Deanna in her sexy heels, envious
of the old janitor for having succeeded in spreading those ivory thighs,
and remembering how sexy she looked in those obscene photos Ike had
given him. He smiled at the thought of the beautiful bride possibly
carrying the child of the old black janitor. How he wished he could
manage exactly what the janitor had accomplished.
Saturday came quickly and Deanna was most thankful for having Tina
by her side. The stress and crisis encountered during the day would
have been too much had her best friend not been there for her. The
wedding ceremony had gone smoothly, as well as the reception at the
elegant hotel on the gulf. With the reception coming to an end, the
celebration would be left to the younger crowd to party and dance the
night away, thus Deanna shooed Tina away to join the party group.
Father Riley had managed to be alone with the bride only briefly.
The hectic schedule of the wedding ceremony and reception had the bride
and groom busy, especially with the many interruptions and many people
congratulating them or trying to congratulate them. It was obvious that
the groom would be at the bride's side throughout their memorable day.
Father Riley was quite disappointed, knowing he could not fulfill his
dreams of taking advantage of the beautiful bride, forced to suppress
his desires since the janitor's confession and constant viewing of the
photos.
Father Riley sat near the bridal party, drinking straight shots of
whisky, trying to keep his mind off the bride. Then Tina came over to
sit with the group. Father Riley recalled talking to the matron of
honor at the wedding rehearsal on Thursday. He seemed to recall that
her husband was out of town on a business emergency during the
rehearsal.
Tina sat across the table from Father Riley and reintroduced
herself to the portly priest, as they had only talked briefly at the
rehearsal. Father Riley suddenly realized how much the attractive
matron of honor resembled the bride. He swallowed hard and his mind
began to race. Deanna and Tina each had long blonde hair, hazel eyes and
were just about the same height. Knowing that he would be unable to
satisfy his desires for the bride, he needed to somehow relieve the
pent-up lust in his body, this woman across of him piqued a new
interest. In chatting with Mrs. Fleming, it appeared her husband was
unable to make it back for the wedding due to the business emergency.
Father Riley looked at the blonde woman across of him, dressed in a
stunning red bridesmaid gown with matching heels and full-length evening
gloves.
As the room grew warmer throughout the evening, Tina wanted to get
a bit more comfortable and dance a bit with her friends. With the
reception coming to a close and many guests having left, Tina removed
the full-length evening gloves. Then opening her purse, she secured her
wedding band and diamond ring and placed them on her ring finger. All
this did not escape the attention of the elderly priest. Besides his
lust for the beautiful bride, one fixation that had always plagued him
was his desire for married woman, though he had never sought to satisfy
that fixation. But he desperately needed relief and this woman, without
her husband present, offered the perfect solution.
It was unfortunate that Tina's husband could not wrap up the
business emergency in time to fly back for the wedding. Deanna was a bit
worried that Larry was not here enjoying the night with them and to
accompany his wife on the drive home. Tina looked lovely in the red
bridesmaid's gown with spaghetti straps, accenting her ivory white skin
even more.
Before making their escape, Deanna wanted to thank her best friend
for all the help that she had given her. It was immediately apparent to
Deanna that Tina was a bit woozy from all the alcohol, so the concerned
bride asked her brother Tim and Drew's brother Robby to look after Tina,
but Father Riley reassured her he would personally see to it that Tina
got safely home. Tina giggled and told Deanna not to worry about her,
and that the bride and groom should already be up in the honeymoon suite
by now. Deanna smiled back, thrilled to finally be Mrs. Drew Hollington
and relieved to know her best friend was in good hands.
The reception continued on for another hour before the party
finally wound down. Father Riley's hand felt the odd object in the
pocket of his jacket, then realized what it was. The object was the
drug that he had confiscated during the janitor's confession. It was
the mind-numbing drug Ike Tarver had used to rape the unwitting bride. A
drug that Ike Tarver had told him was called a `roofie', before he had
explained what the drug actually did. Father Riley remembered that Ike
had told him it would take twenty minutes or so for the drug to take
full effect. "Well, Tina, why don't you enjoy one last dance while I get
us another drink, and then I'll drive you home, okay?" "Thanks,
Father!" Tina slurred, "Sure, why not? One for the road, huh?"
Both Tim and Robby had returned to the table, asking if they could
assist in taking Tina home and not trouble the good father. But Father
Riley advised each of them that it was a solemn promise he made to the
bride and as this was the bride's wedding day, he must follow through
with his promise. With that explanation, neither Tim nor Robby had a
rebuttal.
After downing one last drink, Father Riley helped the noticeably
drunk and woozy matron of honor to his car. Opening the door for her,
Father Riley got a glimpse of her cleavage with the top of her ivory
breasts standing out due to light and the red bridesmaid's gown. He
then licked his lips as he gazed at the petite blonde near him. As
Father Riley helped Tina into his car, the long slit on the left side of
her dress parted, revealing a long slender white leg. Father Riley was
beside himself at this point, lustful thoughts and desires flooding
through him.
Fifteen minutes into the drive, Father Riley talked casually to
Tina, learning that she and her husband were sweethearts from high
school but didn't get married till after college. She and Larry Fleming
had been married for just two years. He also learned that they had been
trying to start a family but had no success to date.
Finally, Tina pointed out the street she lived on and to the house
she shared with her husband. The alcohol had obviously taken its full
effect on Tina Fleming, her voice slurred and her legs were wobbly when
Father Riley opened the car door for her. The elderly priest smiled at
the condition of the young wife, fingering the confiscated drug in his
coat pocket, thinking of just what the drug would really do.
Father Riley had his arm around the young housewife, keeping her
from falling in her condition. Tina managed to get the housekey from
her purse but it was Father Riley who had to finally unlock the door for
her and help her into the house. Once inside, Father Riley escorted
Tina to the large armchair and had her sit back and relax. Then he
asked where the tea was so he could make her a hot cup, saying it would
make her feel much better once she had some.
In the kitchen, the tea was easily made. However, Father Riley
could not suppress his evil desire to take advantage of this young wife,
right in her own marital bed. His hands were shaking as he dropped the
small white pill with the word "Roche" emblazoned on it into the
unsuspecting wife's tea. He watched as it quickly dissolved without a
trace. Placing the cup of `special' tea on a tray, along with a cup of
regular tea for himself, he carried it out to the living room.
He watched the young wife consume the `special' tea and then poured
her a regular cup. As he sipped on his tea, Father Riley made small
talk with the drugged wife, noticing her voice slurring more as time
went by. After the second cup of tea, a bit more than twenty minutes
since she consumed the drugged tea, it was obvious to Father Riley that
the young wife was dozing off right before him.
"Let me help you to your room, Mrs. Fleming!" the priest spoke
commandingly. With that, he helped the staggering wife up from the
chair. Everything was spinning in Tina's mind at this point, unable to
focus in any detail that was taking place as she was helped to her
bedroom. Tina was helped along to her bedroom. Father Riley flipped on
the light switch, which lit up the two lamps along either side of the
bed. Then Tina lay upon her bed, a deep sleep came upon her in just
another moment.
Father Riley watched the sleeping young wife, laying on her marital
bed. He anxiously waited five minutes, not wanting to be surprised by
Mrs. Fleming awakening from her drug induced sleep. Then he shook her
by the shoulders, calling her name, but getting no response. His heart
was pounding in anticipation and he was breathing hard.
Catching his breath, he placed his hand on a bare thigh. He then
began to move his hand slowly upwards to touch Tina's womanhood through
her lacy red panties. Father Riley groaned moments later, as he felt
Tina's panties becoming damp with her juices, a result of this unwanted
stimulation. Then the good Father took another step forward, moving his
hand upward to gain entrance into the lacy garment. His heart was
pounding in his chest as his middle finger slid down and made contact
with Tina's slick groove. Then the middle finger slipped in, worming
its way to his second knuckle. Father Riley thought he was having a
heart attack the way his heart was pounding.
Then Father Riley removed his invading finger and brought his right
hand to his face, inhaling the fragrance of the sweet honey. Then he
began to lick his finger, for it had the thick heady musk of her sex on
it. He reached out to cradle the sleeping beauty, his right hand slowly
creeping down to the top of the low cut gown. His thick fingers
sneaking below the low neckline, touching the top of the matching red
lacy bra. Pudgy fingers delving further, the fingers encountered the
soft mound of flesh. And then the priest's finger reached his prize,
squeezing the hardening pink nipple between his fingers.
The excited priest knew he had to experience all that was possible
in this one night, knowing such an opportunity may never present itself
again. But he had to be certain that the unsuspecting victim remain that
way, in not knowing that a rape had taken place. Peeling the thin
straps off the milk white shoulders, the priest tugged the top of the
dress down a bit and pulled the lacy bra to reveal the pink capped ivory
breasts.
Having freed her firm white breasts from the confines of her lacy
bra, the lusting old priest shifted his attention to her red lace
panties, drawing them down over the slim hips and down the long trim
legs. The priest gulped, bringing the lacy panties to his face and
inhaled the sweet fragrance. He then gazed upon the golden hair flowing
around the young wife, displayed in all her splendor.
The priest then shucked his clothing, shoes and undergarment to
reveal his grossly overweight body. He returned to the young wife's
thighs and licked his way up to the beauty's precious jewel, located in
the soft golden fleece between her trim thighs. Upon reaching his goal,
the priest buried his face into the soft golden fleece and rubbed his
face about. Then his thick wet tongue darted out in search of the
precious jewel. And then he found the slick groove. The priest
shivered at the intoxicating heady scent wharfting up from between her
trim legs. Then his tongue found the thick clit and began to tongue it
playfully and trying to nip it with his teeth, causing the petite body
to hunch up at his face in an uncontrolled response.
It was almost too much for the flabby priest, this being his first
time ever to experience all the events taking place on this marital
bed. He tried to rationalize this evil rape by telling himself he was
merely helping the young wife in her desire to start a family. With
that, Father Riley scooted forward till his thick shaft teased at the
entrance to the golden fleece. Rubbing his shaft up and down, the blunt
shaft gained entrance into the beauty's precious womanhood. Pumping
forward again and again, the thick shaft was slowly buried to the
entrance of the fertile womb.
The flabby priest lay upon the petite young wife, bending his head
to lick and taste the soft pink nipples, teasing them to hardness and
rubbing his hairy chest against the hard buds. Grasping the trim hips,
the elderly priest began to fuck the beautiful young wife, determined to
fuck the hell out of her. In no time, the body of the old priest began
to shake "Ohhhhhh ......ohhhhhhhh!" the priest groaned, as his twitching old
cock hardened like a rock and exploded its hot juice into the fertile
womb of the unconscious wife.
A half hour later, the flabby priest awoke from his exhausted doze,
raising his body from the defiled young beauty. He gazed down at the
sleeping beauty, watching the white fluid oozing from her precious
jewel. Now nervous that the evidence would reveal the rape, Father
Riley rushed to the bathroom for some tissues to wipe away the evidence.
He reached for the lace panties on the floor and struggled to get them
onto the unconscious woman. Next, he pulled the lacy bra up into the
proper position and pulled the spaghetti straps up onto her shoulders.
He grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the sleeping young wife, making it
appear that she merely fell asleep atop the bed.
Before leaving, Father Riley removed all evidence that he had even
been in the Fleming's house. He washed the tea cups and other items
used to make the tea and put the items back exactly where he had
obtained them. If ever questioned, he would merely say that he had
escorted Mrs. Fleming to her front door only and then bid her goodbye.
Six weeks later it was confirmed that Tina Fleming was in fact
pregnant, and the unwitting husband and wife were thrilled. "Honey,
let's surprise Deanna and Drew with the news on Sunday. Their church
isn't much further than ours, and we could just meet them there and
thank Father Riley at the same time. You remember my telling you I told
him that you and I were trying to start a family, and he said he'd pray
for me to conceive. Oh, won't he be thrilled to know his prayer was
answered?" spoke Tina excitedly.
On Sunday morning, the excited couple arrived early, and, upon
seeing the Hollington's car pull up into the church's parking lot, Tina
rushed over to greet her best friend. The two best friends embraced
each other. Then Tina pulled back a bit to announce "Guess what, I'm
finally pregnant! I wanted to come here today to tell you and to thank
Father Riley for saying that special prayer for me!"
Then Tina noticed the tearing in Deanna's hazel eyes, as she bit
her lip from crying. "Deanna, honey, you mean you haven't told Tina our
good news yet? You haven't told her that you're pregnant too?" Drew
questioned. Tina looked at her best friend and hugged her, whispering
softly in her ear "Oh, Deanna, I'm so sorry!"
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