12. Back At Church For Our Third Session #2
I don’t know if she hears me because Hunter’s reached around to pinch her hard clit, and she squeals a bit.
“Oooh!” she shrieks. “Mmm!”
He grins, whispering something in her ear before dipping his fingers into her wet slit and pulling them out. Then he spreads the pussy fluid on her asshole, still whispering in her ear as he lubes the sweet girl up.
“Ummm,” she moans, eyes closed, leaning back against him as he rubs and teases her pink pleats. “Mmmm.”
Hunter grins at me, pausing for a moment to whip out his fat cock. It stands straight up between Stella’s open thighs, the tip already dripping with lust. I half expect him to push into her cunt first just to get it lubed up, but this fucker is an asshole to the nth degree.
He locks eyes with me as he notches the head of his cock against her butthole. “Watch,” he rasps. “Our little girl is going to sit on this big dick with her ass.”
I do. I stare as he pushes that massive rod into her anus, centimeter by centimeter, the rim stretching as she moans and squeals with discomfort.
“Oh god,” Stella whines. “You’re so big, Hunter!”
“I know,” he rasps in her ear. “But you can do it, baby. Show our pastor how you take my fat dick in your tiny asshole. Show how you’ve learned to stretch.”
I watch as that monster cock disappears inch by inch into her straining anus, the young woman panting as she’s violated.
“Ohhh!” she squeals again, her hands gripping the chair’s armrests with white knuckles. “Ummm!”
“Good girl,” Hunter growls into the delicate seashell of her ear. “You’re taking it so well, just like a good girl does.”
Then, he continues the push, slow and steady, until he bottoms out in her anus with her bottom pressed fully against his balls, her rim stretched so thin around his fat cock that it must hurt. Stella shifts uncomfortably and lets out a long, shuddering moan.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice broken and beautiful. “Oh my god.”
“That’s my sweet girl,” he rasps. “You’re Daddy’s favorite little anal whore.”
Then, Hunter’s hands clamp her hips, guiding her up and down on his cock.
The muscles in his forearms stand out, taut and trembling with restraint as she slides up and down, jerking off the massive cock with the tight walls of her rectum.
Stella’s knuckles go white on the chair, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
“Oooh!” she squeals, throwing her head back. “Oh my god!”
He talks to her, dirty and soft, a litany of filth: “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Stretch that pretty little asshole around Daddy’s hot horny meat. You’re a dirty anal slut, aren’t you?”
She sobs out a yes, her whole body shivering as she moves on him, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene in the high-ceilinged office.
My own cock is rock hard, an ache that will not be ignored. I press a hand to the front of my pants, trying to will it down, but the sight is too much.
Hunter leans forward, bites her shoulder, then looks at me again. “You want a turn, Pastor?” he asks.
I hesitate, just long enough for the room to notice.
Stella turns her face to me, her cheeks streaked with tears and sweat and something like hope. “Please,” she says. “I want you to.”
My feet carry me to them without conscious thought.
I kneel before her, my hands on her hips, my mouth pressed to the tight ring of muscle stretched around Hunter’s cock.
I lick, first soft, then deep, tasting them both.
Stella cries out, the sound ragged, as I tongue her, sucking at the place where Hunter fills her.
“Fuck,” Hunter groans, his cock flexing as my tongue skims a bulging vein.
Holy shit, am I really doing this? Am I licking a woman’s ass right where she’s being penetrated by a fat dick?
Am I bisexual? But at the moment, I don’t give a fuck.
I keep going, the taste of them electric on my tongue.
I suck and lick until Hunter starts to lose control, his rhythm breaking, his voice going hoarse.
He pulls out suddenly, his cock slick and shining. He stands, grabs Stella by the hair, and pushes her to her knees in front of me.
I unbutton my pants, my hands shaking. Stella looks up at me, her mouth open, her tongue out and eyes wide with lust.
“Put it in, Pastor O’Toole,” she pants. “My ass is so empty without you.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I slide my cock into her asshole and it feels so fucking good.
Her rectal walls squeeze around me, and I can’t take it.
I should be ashamed for coming so soon, but at the moment, I don’t give a fuck.
With a roar, I explode, fucking reams of semen into her tight anal space, painting her GI tract with white.
“Fuck!” I roar, uncaring if the walls crumble from the shout. “Shit, your ass feels so good!”
“Fill me with your seed!” Stella begs even as her ass tightens on my rod, milking me of semen. “Yes yes yes!”
Holy shit. How did I get to this point, where I’m ass fucking a beautiful young parishioner on her hands and knees as her uncle watches, palming his own dick? But I don’t care and I fuck into Stella’s tight butt again, emptying my balls into her aching space.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan once I’m done. “Oh shit.”
Stella’s come too, and I didn’t even notice because I was so caught up in my ecstasy. But I can tell from the residual shudders of her sphincter that she just ascended to Heaven, and is now trying to breathe and calm down after experiencing the highest ecstasy.
Of course, Hunter’s still watching, that asshole, and he circles us before coming to stop right by me.
Then he comes next, groaning loud as he paints her buttocks with thick, white ropes of semen.
The fluid drips all over, spreading so that it seeps down to where my cock is still buried in her tight, ripe asshole.
Fuck, is our sperm mixing? Probably yes.
Hunter merely roars again as he finishes, squirting the last few drops of semen onto his niece’s back. Stella moans, loving the filth as she services us both.
Holy fuck.
Did that just happen?
Is my cock currently buried in a young girl’s asshole as the semen from her uncle drips down, mixing with my own spunk?
Fuck yeah.
The room is silent except for our breathing, and the faint hiss of the incense burning low.
I pull out slowly, watching as my penis emerges inch by inch from Stella’s ravaged ass, glistening from a mixture of semen and ass sweat. Stella moves to straighten, but then she startles, alarmed, and cups one hand beneath her bottom.
“There’s too much semen,” she gasps, eyes wide. “It’s going to get all over your carpet.”
Holy fuck, did I unload that much? But I have a solution.
With firm hands, I press her down to her hands and knees again, and pull her butt cheeks apart with both hands.
We stare in admiration at her gape. The girl’s anus is pink and stretched, obviously ravaged by a massive cock, and there’s a huge amount of white gloop overflowing her entrance.
“You do the honors,” Hunter invites.
I don’t hesitate. I press my mouth to her gape, licking up the anal cream pie while Stella cries out, loving the intimacy.
Then I pull back and Hunter takes my place as we alternate licking and sucking her tight butthole, swallowing the cream there.
It’s insane. It’s fucking dirty. But it feels absolutely right to be defiling the sweet girl …
even though we’re her uncle and her pastor.
After they leave, I sit in the office for a long time after in silence, watching the incense trail dissipate into the afternoon light, the air thick with the scent of taboo and possibility.
I know exactly what’s coming. I’m going to meet Stella and Hunter outsides the confines of the church walls.
And this time, I won’t need a legal pad … because Stella will be getting it from two men whether she’s ready or not.