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Church of Evil - V (m/f, i/r, n/c)
By
Black Demon
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Standard Disclosure!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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Three months ago, the lovely Pamela Wilson stood at the alter in the
exchange of wedding vows with her now loving husband, Richard Moore.
She beamed proudly as she left arm in arm with her loving husband, now
the new Mrs. Pamela Wilson. Standing at 5'7" tall, with long blonde
hair and weighing 125 lbs, the lovely bride was the envy of all. At age
26, and beautiful baby blue eyes, she had somehow fended off all the
lusting males. She was truly a wonder, so beautiful and a virgin at
such an age, having saved it for her precious wedding day.
Now, the lovely bride accompanied her husband on a missionary
journey to Nepal. Pamela was thrilled at the thought of being with her
husband on this trip, considering it their honeymoon, though she knew
she would have to assist him with his many tasks in this rather
primitive country. But, she looked forward to it, having been brought
up in a church going family of the same faith and even her father had
gone on such a mission with her mother.
In the city of Kathmandu, the newlyweds lived in a cottage built on
the church compound. The church had been established by Father Felipe
Marcos, who originated from the Philippines. Now the aging priest had
found he need assistance, as his 65 year old body was too frail to make
many of the long trips into the jungle and countryside. From this
church, which served as their base, Richard and Pamela would be making
frequent trips to visit the many smaller congregations of believers, who
lived in the mountainous regions of Patan. They became fast friends of
the Sherpa population and a Sherpa guide would lead them on their
various journeys.
The young couple enjoyed their frequent backpacking journeys and now
had a regular guide along with his two teenage helpers. Thus, they
could carry whatever they needed to help the villagers with medical
supplies and a bit of food for them. They normally hiked along in
single file, the guide and one boy ahead of Richard, then Pamela and
followed by the youngest boy. This young Sherpa boy, Timbo, loved these
trips. He was not only paid well for someone his age, but he got to
follow the lovely white woman wherever she went.
Little did Pamela know the lusting eyes that followed her every
movement. At night, as they made camp, Timbo watched as the lovely
beauty readied her sleeping bag next to her husband. As there were no
facilities to change, the group slept in the clothes they were wearing.
But he loved to watch the matured white woman remove her shoes and socks
just prior to slipping into the sleeping bag. How her long white legs
got him breathing hard. Never had he seen anything so exquisite, so
sexy. How he lusted to have those long white legs spread apart just for
him.
At the age of 16, in this primitive country, Timbo had the pleasure
of fucking quite a few younger girls. But he found that the most
pleasure he had with girls were the one who didn't want him to possess
them. He had found great pleasure in taking them by force, raping them
as they screamed in horror. But those girls were no comparison to the
lovely white woman. The Sherpa girls were dark skinned and no where as
attractive as Mrs. Moore. How he would love to make the lovely Mrs.
Moore scream as he had done to the girls he had raped. But, he knew
such an opportunity would not be available to him, with her husband and
the guide always in her presence.
On each trip, a dog of mixed breed named Patu accompanied the group
to warn them of any wild animals nearby. Also, Simba, a chimp that
Timbo had cared from when it was abandoned by its mother swung along the
trees aside of the group. Pamela loved the play with the dog and to
tickle the little chimp, playfully hugging it.
On one backpacking trip, Richard and Pamela had the guides lead the
way to visit a remote village and stay for a week to help them build a
makeshift chapel. This being their first trip to the remote village,
Father Marcos accompanied them to introduce them to the villagers. As
much needed to be done in building the makeshift chapel, it was
anticipated that they would take a full two weeks to complete the
task. The weather had finally cleared and they decided to make the
trip just after lunch and arrive at the village before nightfall. Just
over one hour into the hike, Pamela slipped and rolled down a ravine to
end up in a shallow stream. In the fall, Pamela suffered a severe
sprain to her left ankle.
Resting for a half-hour and testing Pamela's sprained foot, it was
obvious she would not be able to walk much on it. They were only one
fourth of the way so it was an easy conclusion that Pamela return home.
Father Marcos advised the guide that they would all turn back but Pamela
advised him that he and Richard should continue on, that she'd go back
to the church. The villagers were expecting them and it would not be
good to let them down. Thus, they would continue on with the guide and
older boy who could help him once he got to the village. Pamela would
return to the church with Timbo to assist her.
Prior to the group splitting up, the guide spoke to Timbo in his
native tongue, advising him to gather a certain herb on the way back.
He was to make her a strong cup of the brew to ease the pain in her
ankle. Then the guide explained in his broken English what he had
instructed Timbo to do. He explained that it was a native type herb
that would ease the pain and heal the sprain quickly.
Timbo swallowed hard, not believing his good fortune. He looked to
the sky and thanked the Almighty Buddha for making his dream a reality.
He would soon have the lovely Mrs. Pamela Moore at his mercy, the mercy
of his thick pulsing cock. And no one would be around to come to her
assistance. With her sprained ankle, she would not be able to run very
far. He wondered how much of a fight she would put up. How she would
scream when he put his dark olive skinned cock into her precious little
pussy. Perhaps the Gods would look upon him and let him become the
proud father a child with this golden hair goddess. His cock was thick
and hard, already drooling in anticipation.
Knowing all the mountain trails, Timbo purposely took a wrong turn
that would instead lead along the mountain rather than towards the
church. Accompanying Timbo and Pamela back was the dog and chimp. It
would normally take the same amount of time getting back to the church
but Pamela's injured ankle kept the pace very slow. Seeing the lovely
woman struggling, Timbo quickly went to her side to have her lean on
him. Pamela was so thankful for his kindness and thoughtfulness. If
she only knew it was not his kindness nor thoughtfulness, but his lust
to touch her soft white body, she would not have been so eager to accept
his help.
Timbo had Mrs. Moore drape her left arm over his shoulder and he
held her dainty hand in his. He then put his right arm around her
slender waist to assist her. How he wish he could put his hand under
her thin clothing, to feel her soft white flesh. Then the thunderstorm
struck, drenching them both. But Timbo enjoyed it, feeling the thin
clothing stick to the lovely woman's flesh and he could see the outline
of her thin bra. As Pamela stumbled from the pain, she slipped down and
Timbo got the feel of his life, as he got to cup her full right breast.
Pamela gasped from the touch and pulled away, muttering an apology for
stumbling. Pamela felt uncomfortable as Timbo merely smiled in return,
the normally shy Sherpa boy now seemed rather lecherous in his
behavior. She shivered recalling how he had squeezed her breast when
she had slipped, knowing now he had intentional felt her up.
With the darkness setting in and the outbreak of the storm, Pamela
realized that they would not be getting back to the church this
evening. And now she felt uncomfortable with Timbo, the boy who she had
previously thought of as a young innocent boy. But the way in which he
that purposely grasped her breast, she was nervous. However, she had no
choice in the matter with her husband and the guide party far in the
opposite direction. She was at the mercy of this lecherous boy who she
depended upon to get out of the jungle.
Then Timbo pointed to a cave, where they could get out of the
thunderstorm and rest. Once in the cave, Timbo gathered whatever dry
twigs and branches he could find to start a fire. He would keep the
fire small, merely for light, not for warmth for then the lovely young
woman would have to change into a dry set of clothing. The moisture and
coldness would not allow the clothing on her to dry in this climate.
Opening he backpack, Pamela gave a sigh of despair. The backpack
had allowed in a lot of water when she had fallen into the stream.
Everything she had was drenched. Everything but a thin wrap, that was
to serve as her robe when they stayed at the village. Fortunately, it
had been wrapped in a plastic bag and did not wet at all. But she
hesitated to change in front of this lusting young boy.
Pamela made hand motions for Timbo to turn around. Finally, he
understood and grinned widely as he turned around. Embarrassed, Pamela
also turned her back to the young boy. She took off her soggy blouse
quickly, letting drop to the ground. Then she put the robe over her.
She was unaware of Timbo turning his head so he could observe this most
exciting show, watching her kick off her hiking shoes and peel of her
soggy white socks to reveal her beautiful dainty white feet. His mouth
dropped as the soaked shorts and panties slithered down her ivory legs.
He watched as Pamela reached behind her back, under her robe and her wet
white bra fell onto the pile of clothing. Just under the thin robe, the
beautiful golden hair goddess was naked, and Timbo had so see all of
her.
With the small fire going, Timbo made hand gestures and spoke in
broken English to Pamela "Make ...leg...betta!" Pamela then recalled what
the guide had instructed before they had split up. That Timbo was to
prepare an herb drink that would ease the pain and swelling of her
ankle. With the throbbing getting worst, Pamela hoped that Timbo could
find the special herb for she could barely walk at this point. Looking
out of the cave, darkness was setting in and it would be too dangerous
to travel in a short while. She shuddered at the thought of spending
the night in this cave, alone with this lusting Sherpa boy.
At the age of 16, Sherpa boys were considered men. Many began
working in the fields or helping guides from their early youth. And so
did Timbo have his many years of experience in this mountainous jungle.
He had learned much from the guide and other elders. He knew the trails
leading in and out of this area like the back of his hand. As to the
jungle herbs, he knew the majority of the herbs, having assisted in
gathering the many wild herbs that grew in this region.
As the rain diminished, Timbo signaled and advised Pamela of his
intentions "Me .....find .......for ..you!" Then he disappeared into the
jungle. Pamela took this opportunity to lay her wet clothing on a rocky
ledge, hoping they would dry for her to use in the morning. The
humidity in this region made it difficult for things to dry once wet.
She did not want Timbo to see her bras and panties, thus lay a thin
blouse over them.
A half-hour later, Timbo returned with two hands filled with various
jungle herbs. Timbo was busy shredding leaves, bark off branches and
whatever necessary to make the potent brew. She was amazed at how this
boy knew exactly what each plant was and how it was to be prepared for
the medication. Little did she realize that Timbo had been very devious
in selecting the jungle plants for his special brew. Not only did he
gather the herbs that the guide had instructed, he gather herbs that
would have a very desirable effect on this beautiful goddess.
Timbo smiled as he went about the task of preparing the special
brew. He prepared the herbs that the guide advised would help ease the
pain and to reduce the swelling of the ankle. Then he took the bark of
the tree that would produce an aphrodisiac effect on the lovely white
body. The roots of another shrub were pounded to release its potent
effect of making the unsuspecting woman very drowsy. Also, he prepared
a small paste with water and sap off a tree bark to apply to the lovely
white ankle.
Using the tin cup that they carried, Timbo prepared his special brew
for the unsuspecting Pamela. Then the brew was heated over the small
fire. Handing the warm brew to Pamela, she hesitantly took a sip of the
strange concoction. Pamela was quite surprised that the taste was sweet
and not unpleasant at all. She could feel the warmth and power of the
special brew as it made its way throughout her petite body. Meanwhile,
Timbo sat off to the side watching the lovely goddess consume the potent
brew, as he finalized the making of the ointment for her swollen ankle.
Consuming the entire cup of the potent brew, Pamela felt warm
throughout her body and leaned back again the wall of the cave. Her
eyes began to glaze a bit and her head spinning a bit, as she notice
Timbo shuffling over with his ointment to apply to her swollen ankle.
She closed her eyes a few seconds and felt Timbo gentle hands applying
the ointment to her ankle. The ointment seemed to be a creating a hot
sensation to her ankle, almost immediately taking the sharp pain away.
She was amazed at just how fast and effective these jungle herbs were on
the human body.
Timbo took a deep breath as he touched the trim white ankle, gently
rubbing the soothing ointment on to ease the pain. He licked his lips
as he watched the lovely goddess beginning to feel the full effects of
the special brew, her eyes closed and head beginning to sway. With that
his gentle hands began to move, with one now caressing Pamela's dainty
white foot and the other moving up to her tender calf. Now, both his
hands crept up above the knee, Timbo could not believe her white flesh
being so soft and tender.
Next, Timbo turned a bit crouched between the long ivory legs.
Placing a hand on each knee, he slowly spread the legs of the dazed
young woman, parting the thin robe to reveal her lovely thighs. Timbo's
cock was growing to its full 12" and began to pulse in anticipation. He
thanked the Gods again for bestowing this good fortune upon him. How he
was going to love viewing the precious jewel of this golden goddess, to
taste her sweet nectar and to hopefully give this lovely woman a Sherpa
baby.
His hands slowly massaged both of Pamela's soft white thighs,
inching their way up to her precious jewel. He grasped the hem of her
robe between his fingers, lifting the robe higher and higher as his
hands began to slowly creep upwards. Then he gasped as he got the first
glimpse of the goddess' golden nest. It was truly as golden as the hair
on her head. Pulling the flaps of the robe apart, Timbo observed the
soft golden nest and then he lowered this face to nuzzle his nose and
darted this tongue out to taste the sweet nectar.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, honey ..............oh, Richard ............nooooooooo, ohhhhhhhh
............pleaseeeeeeeee!" Pamela moaned, her body withering under the teasing
tongue of the young boy. Timbo continued to delve his thick tongue into
the slick gash, realizing the drugged beauty thought he was her loving
husband, enjoying how the lovely woman began to thrust her honey oozing
gash up into his face. Rubbing and nuzzling his face between the
innocent white thighs, Timbo again thanked the Gods for giving him this
lovely goddess. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ..........................ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh"
Pamela moaned loudly, thrusting up her hips as she reached a
mind-shattering climax, her madly pulsing vagina lips oozing out a gush
of its sweet nectar. "Ahhhhhhhh ..................!" she groaned, her long blonde
hair whipping about as her lovely body thrashed from side to side.
As Timbo continued his exquisite feast, he reached up to untie the
robe's sash, opening the robe to reveal the lovely white body of this
beautiful woman. Never had he seen anything so perfect and so
beautiful, and he would soon possess this lovely white woman. He would
be the envy of all the men of this mountain region, knowing any Sherpa
man would sell his soul to have such a beauty, a beautiful white woman
that was at his mercy. He smiled at the thought of soon planting his
wicked Sherpa seed in this lovely young woman, to have her belly swell
with his child.
As Pamela's petite body began to come down from the heights of
ecstasy, Timbo licked his way up her soft white tummy to begin feasting
on her beautiful white breasts, sucking and tonguing the perfectly
matched pink nipples. Scooting up further, Timbo's throbbing cock
nuzzled into the soft golden nest, desperately searching out the
entrance to goddess' treasured womb. Timbo groaned loudly as his mighty
weapon found the forbidden entrance, so warm and wet that with a bit of
pressure his cockhead forced its way in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Richard ...............ohhhhhhhh, honey ......................it
hurttsssssssss ...............!" Pamela pleadingly moaned. Timbo smiled at he
looked at the moaning drugged beauty, who obviously still thought she
was in the intimacy with her loving husband. He knew he could have her
now and have her still thinking she was making love with her Richard.
But Timbo had a sadistic streak, wanting to take her by force, to have
her know that she was being `fucked' by Timbo the Sherpa boy. Several
slight taps to the beautiful face brought a look of fright, as Pamela
took in the situation that it was not her loving husband upon her. She
was not in an intimate embrace with Richard but was being deviously
raped by this Sherpa boy.
"Timbo .......Timbo ...........Timbo........!" the devious boy kept chanting,
smiling as he watch the expression of horror form on the lovely woman's
frightened face, twitching the bulb of his pulsing cock in her snug
entrance. "Nooooooooooo .....ohhhhhhhhh .......................noooooooooo
...................noooooooooo!" the terrified scream echoed in narrow cave. "Oh,
nooooo ..........Timbo, nooooooooo!" Pamela sobbed, her arms weakly striking
at the boy's muscular shoulders, tear flowing from her beautiful blue
eyes. All this to the delight of the Timbo, as he grasped on the trim
white hips and stabbed forward as hard as he could, stretching Pamela
wider than ever before.
"Arggggggghhhhhhhhhh ......................owwwwwwwww!" Pamela screamed as the
pain shot through her body. Her body quivered in agony, much to the
delight of her young rapist. She breathed a sigh of relief as the
invading cudgel was slowly withdrawn. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeee .....................!" she
screamed again as it was brutally thrust back into her body, seeming to
tear her flesh far beyond where her loving husband had ever touched with
his manhood. "Argghhhhhhh ...............arggghhhhhh ...........argghhhhhhhh!" she
groaned repeated with each vicious thrust into her pain racked body.
The heat and itch between her thighs made Pamela begin to hunch up
at her young rapist, trying to put out the fire building in her loins.
The potent herbs were fully engulfing her quivering body, making her
need for sexual satisfaction her only need. And now the circling motion
of the thick cock seemed to be determined to drive her crazy with the
agitation it caused.
Timbo knew the heat burning in the center of her loins, a heat that
would get hotter and hotter unless she received the soothing stroke of
his cock deep in her slick sleeve. Holding himself still, with only his
cockhead entrapped, Timbo got the anticipated reaction. His lovely
victim began thrusting her trim white hips up and down, actually fucking
herself onto his long pulsing cock. Timbo smiled, wishing her loving
husband was here to see his bride so desperate to have his long cock and
this being only months since she had become his faithful wife.
Grasping the trim white hips, he awaited her next attempt to hunch
up at him. As Pamela desperately tried extinguish the fire between her
thighs, Timbo slammed forward with all of his might, burying his cock
fully into her. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .........................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
she screamed, pain tearing through her body. The pain was sharp like a
knife, even the powerful herbs she had consumed. The echoing of her
screams excited Timbo as never before, as he began to fuck the lovely
white beauty with fast powerful strokes.
Pamela twisted about madly, trying now to dislodge the long thick
spike that had been thrust so deeply in her. "Awwwwwww
.......................ohhhhhhhh, pleasssssssseeeeee ..........ohhhhhhhh, it hurtssssss
..........pleaseeeeee!" she pleaded to the devious young boy. Timbo was so
excited from this fabulous fuck. Never had he possessed such a lovely
woman. If only her husband could see his lovely beauty now, being
fucked by a lowly Sherpa boy. Timbo groaned as he felt the long white
legs lift up and squeeze his pumping ass deeper into her womanhood. He
began to jackhammer the lovely bride "Oh ....oh .....oh
........ohhhhhhhhhhh................Timbo make pretty miseeee
babyyyyyyyyyy.............ahhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he unleashed a torrent of
his hot baby making cum, deep in her fertile womb.
Timbo looked down at the lovely white woman, her thighs smeared with
his drying cum. He watched as her thighs twisted from side to side,
obviously the long lasting effects of the potent stimulant. He knew she
was delirious from the drug and craved for anything to quench the
burning itch between her loins.
Smiling, Timbo waved for Simba to come to him. The chimp sat Timbo
instructed, its cock sticking out in excitement. Then Timbo turned the
delirious woman over. Never had Pamela sucked on a cock before but in
her drugged state of mind, she was beyond caring. With her eyes closed,
Pamela did not realize it was the chimp's hands entwined in her hair and
not the young boy's, as she feverishly began sucking at the swollen
flesh. Pamela moaned around the swollen cock as she was suddenly
mounted, she twisted her hips to have the itch between her thighs taken
care of.
Timbo laughed as he obtained the polaroid camera. He had to have a
snapshot of this moment. What a sight this lovely woman made as she
sucked Simba's cock and being doggie fuck by the humping Patu. With no
one missing them, Timbo had thought it out in the journey back. He
would keep the beauty well drugged and in constant need of sex. And he
was sure she would be well satisfied between Simba, Patu and himself.
Over the next week, Pamela begged to have the heat and itch quenched
between her thighs. And at one point, the dog, chimp and boy were
totally exhausted at the same time. Pamela desperately sucked and
played with all the cocks, hoping that one would rise up to the
occasion.
In the middle of the week, Timbo did not give her a dose of the
potent herbs, letting her come down in withdrawal from the potent
drug. Timbo wanted Pamela to know what it was like to not have the
herb, as the heat and itch between her thighs increased tenfold. Her
squirming about could only be satisfied by a long thick cock between her
legs.
Returning to the church, Pamela had a week before her husband
returned. But she eagerly took more of the potent herbs that Timbo made
for her. She greeted the priest and her husband upon their return,
telling her husband how much she missed him. Richard was amazed at how
Simba and Patu stayed closely next to Pamela, each leaning upon her at
every opportunity. He'd have been shocked out of his mind if he knew
that his lovely wife had not been alone in their room that entire week,
for these two animals and Timbo and been her constant companions.
That first night back, Richard was so surprised how hot and horny
his lovely timid wife was. He groaned when Pamela licked his cock for
the first time ever. He looked down to see her lovely pink lips
encircle his cock and the teasing tongue had his cock quivering. He
groaned loudly when Pamela lifted her mouth off his cock, as Pamela
desperately wanted his cock to quench the itch between her thighs. As
Pamela was about to place her slick cunt onto his quivering cock,
holding it in her soft dainty hand, Richard groaned "Ohhhhh
............Godddddddddd............!" Pamela's mouth dropped open in disbelief as she
watched her husband cum prematurely, his cum spurting upward and landing
on his chest.
Pamela stared at her husband in disbelief, looking down at the
dwindling cock that was of no use to her at this point. She groaned at
the sound of snoring coming from her exhausted but satisfied husband.
Putting on the sheer nightie that she had worn to bed that night, Pamela
got up and left her snoring husband.
Frustrated, Pamela began to wander about the courtyard of the
church. The interior of the church was dark, except for the small light
above the alter. Entering the church, Pamela knelt before the low
alter, resting her arms and head onto the alter itself. Tears flowed
from her eyes as she prayed aloud "Oh, God, please help me! I can't
seem to help myself since Timbo drugged me with the herbs and raped me!
Oh, please help me, I can't put out the itch and fire between my
thighs!"
Unknown to Pamela, Father Marcos happened to look out of his window
to see her wandering about the courtyard. The Good Father had resisted
all prior temptations of the flesh throughout his priesthood. But the
sight of the lovely woman in a sheer nighie, her long white legs exposed
as she walked about barefooted, had the Good Father's robe being tented
by his aroused cock. He slipped out of his room and entered the church
from a different door. His robe tented as he learned of the innocent
young woman being raped by the Sherpa boy. Father Marcos had heard of
such a powerful herb and had seen the results on girls raped, knew that
anyone taking that herb could not control their drive for sex and it
became worst when withdrawal set in.
Weeping at the alter, Pamela could not stem the sexual desires, the
itch growing between her hot thighs. Suddenly, Pamela gasped loudly as
she felt hands upon her thighs where the nightie ended. Then the hands
began to move upward on her body, under her protective nightie. She
gasped again, as she recognized the voice whispering in her ear "I am
here to help you my child! I am here to answer your prayers!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh .....................Father!" Pamela moaned, as the bony old fingers
began to tweak at her hardened pink nipples. "Ohhhh .......ohhhhh
..........Father!" she continued to moan under the stimulation, her body
swaying in surrender.
Her head tilted back, eyes closed, Pamela could make no attempt to
stop this unholy act. "Take off your nightie and climb onto the alter
Mrs. Moore. I shall give you my holy blessing upon the alter Mrs.
Moore!" Father Marcos whispered to her. Desperate to satisfy her need,
Pamela readily obeyed the horny priest.
A moment later, the holy robe lay upon the white nightie on the
floor of the church. Had Richard Moore entered the church at that
moment, he'd have been in for a shock. There on the low alter lay his
lovely young bride, who had been so innocent upon her arrival to this
remote area. His lovely wife's long white legs were tightly wrapped
around the dark brown ass of the Filipino priest, as he shagged her with
all his might. And to hear is lovely wife plead "Oh, Father .........yes,
Father ................oh, fuck me Father! Oh, give me your holy cum! Fuck a
holy baby in me!"
It was getting near daylight, when Father Marcos helped the lovely
wife put on with her nightie and escorted her back to her cottage. He
kissed her deeply before, caressing her hardened nipples through her
nightie, then let her enter the cottage to join her husband.
As Pamela tried to lay upon the bed without making any noise, the
movement stirred her husband. Richard's arm encircled her and he began
to kiss her, then he pushed her nightie up and suck at her pink
nipples. Moving down, Richard kissed her thighs and moved toward her
precious jewel. Richard was intent on kissing her and sucking her for
the first time, "I'm going to return the favor of you sucking me for the
first time, honey!" Pamela saw a shadow through the thin window
curtain, then a movement, revealing that the priest was right outside
listening to their lovemaking.
Deviously, Pamela smiled as her husband was about to kiss her
between her legs. She had always thought that a prim and proper woman
would never allow a man to do this. But that was all before her arrival
to this far remote countryside. Loudly, enough for the listening priest
to hear, Pamela encouraged her loving husband "Oh, yes, Richard
..........darling, yes ..........kiss me there, suck me, honey! Ohhhhh ......yes,
Richard ..................that's it, suck me!" Then, Pamela closed her soft white
thighs upon her husband's head as he lapped at her moist slit, the
thighs covering Richard's ears so he could not hear her loud moans.
Father Marcos smiled as he heard Pamela moan loudly "Oh, Richard, yes
........................ohhhhhhh, honey, suck all that holy cum out of me!"
That morning, Father Marcos sat at the same rectangular table as he
had breakfast with Richard and Pamela. Richard was at one end of the
table, while Pamela and Father Marcos sat across of each other. Richard
listened as the Holy Father told him of the need to get some equipment
to a village that took two days to travel. Father Marcos told him of
their immediate need and that the trip and if Pamela could remain back
at the church, she could assist him with some important church
functions. Richard readily agreed, anxious to help the Holy Father,
telling him that he would get started the next morning.
If Richard knew what was happening under the table at that very
moment, he would not have been so anxious to please this Holy Father.
For under the table, his lovely wife had her long white legs stretched
out and resting on the priest's lap, her dainty white feet playing with
the holy prick. All this covered by the holy black robe of the priest.
Father Marcos was speaking to Richard when he coughed, trying to hide
the shivering of his body as his cock erupted under his robe, as
Pamela's dainty feet captured the holy instrument and rubbed the hot
fluid all about his holy balls.
The next morning, Richard waved goodbye to his wife and the priest
as he set off on his journey. He would be gone for about five days and
anxious to return. He was anxious to have his lovely wife suck him
again, perhaps she would let him cum in her mouth for the first time.
And the first time his wife had ever allowed him to kiss and suck her
juicy twat was like heaven. He couldn't believe how wet she had been,
how much thick juice he was able to suck out of her sopping wet cunt.
Five minutes after Richard was out of sight, Pamela was assisting
Father Marcos on the important church function that he had need of. But
this important church function was taking place on the bed the Richard
Moore shared with his lovely bride. At that moment, Richard's lovely
bride knelt naked upon their bed, bending over to pay worship to the
holy instrument of pleasure, tonguing it and sucking it till the young
wife received the communion of the thick holy fluid. Throughout the
entire day, the lovely white wife was fucked in every which way by the
horny Filipino priest. Pamela would be kept busy, assisting the priest
with the important church functions, until the return of her husband.
Two months later, Pamela could barely get out of bed each morning.
The fact that she had missed her recent period and the daily bouts of
morning sickness clearly indicated her worst fears. As Richard was
always careful to put on a condom for their lovemaking, Pamela knew her
loving husband was not the cause of her condition. If only Pamela knew
that the baby she was carrying was conceived on the very first time she
fucked by the horny old priest, conceived right on the very alter of the
church.
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