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He was breathing hard. "Lick me. Right here," she said, and touched the center of her tiny porno mature and boys Her fingers spread her and exposed a moist, pink area within. He leaned down and inhaled. She had a sweet, aroma that was arousing. His penis throbbed in his pants. He closed his eyes, poked out his tongue and licked, right her fingers. She gasped. He opened his eyes. That wasn't so He licked her again. "Oh yes. Oh Oliver," Marcie said with a sigh. Her folds of flesh were soft and warm between his fingers. peeled apart easily, the delicate flesh of a fruit and revealed a hole, an access into her body. But the hole was so tiny, barely the diameter of his finger. Honestly, how could a man to fit his penis inside that? He licked again, running his tongue slowly up and her groove. Was that what he was supposed to do? Marcie liked it. She lay back on top of his desk, moaning, and knocked over the pen holder and framed picture of his sister. She whimpered and her back arched off the desk like a when his tongue touched a certain spot. The more he licked there, the more she moaned. Her body twisted like she was tormented from within by Her right hand clawed at the desk top. Her left hand pulled at the hair his head and her legs hung over his shoulders and squeezed his head. He held her hips and licked as hard as he could, rubbing his tongue over that that got so much reaction out of her, but also pushing it deep into moist, pink spot. The poor girl was practically screaming. At any moment, someone walking by outside stop to see what was happening, but he didn't care. Nowicki might think he was hurting the girl. He knew better. She was enjoying what she was receiving much as he enjoyed giving it to her. When she did this same to him those months ago in the basement, was the one who received the pleasure, but did she receive it as well? Marcie's squeals dissipated to faint The back of her hand covered her Her entire body tensed and flexed several times, then she was suddenly limp, and he was left with a mouthful of warm, fluid from within her body. Oliver continued to lick her slit, but it appeared the demons that tormented the girl had gone. Had he made her feel an orgasm, that ecstasy she provided for him? Her sweet face was flushed. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled. "That pretty awesome," she said. "You liked it then?" "Yeah, I liked a lot." "Good. Let's see how you like this," Oliver said. He stood upright. Her legs were spread wide to either side. She leaned up on her elbows. dropped his slacks to the floor and her eyes bulged. "Oh she muttered, staring at his groin. The end of his cock stretched and touched the soft, pale flesh of her belly. Oliver crossed himself. Marcie watched and crossed herself, too. He was panting, stared down at his penis and her warm, moist opening. What was he supposed to do now? He understood it worked, but only in theory. Was he supposed to put it inside her himself? She was watching his waiting for what he would do next. Of she was waiting. It was what she wanted, as much as him. He touched the tip of his penis to her pink opening. Marcie flinched. This the hard part. Somehow, he had to make that thick thing fit inside her constricted opening. He could not how that would happen without causing her pain. And causing any pain to such a pretty, delicate girl was thing he didn't think he could do. But he pushed anyway. The tip pierced her soft folds. bit her lower lip. He held her hips and pushed firmly. The entire head disappeared inside her, and with it an inch or of the shaft. She groaned and squeezed his forearms. He paused to take in the sight. was it. His penis was finally within the forbidden regions of a woman, and the feeling, well, there was nothing had experienced like it. He could only describe it ... tremendous. But her eyes were squeezed shut, and her teeth clenched and bared. He gave a gentle push and she winced. It was true, he was hurting her. Why didn't she stop him? Did she have some misguided belief that was something she had to do? He shook his head. Only a few inches of penis had made their way inside her. He couldn't He didn't have the heart to defile an innocent girl. He pulled back. "No," Marcie said, and reached his retreating penis. It slid through her fingers like a rope. Oliver fell into his chair, slumped low. His rigid penis drooped the side. "Oliver, what's wrong?" she said, and sat shrugged. "I can't do this, Marcie. I'm almost twice your age. It's not right." He sat forward and down for his slacks. She hopped off the desk and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her eyes and saw something them, a determination, a desire he had not noticed, but it was the look in her eyes when she came to him the first time in basement. "I'm not gonna let you get away that easy." The right side of her mouth smirked. She pushed against his shoulder and he fell in the chair again. His penis stood straight up. Along its length were wide, purple veins that pulsed, its deep, red color was alarming. She lifted a long, leg over his knee, straddling his legs. Her small hand closed around the middle of his shaft, and this time he was the one who flinched. She leaned forward, holding his way down between her legs. Her breasts and the crucifix dangled in his face. His hands were locked on the arms the chair. Marcie bit her lower lip, and when found her moist opening with the head of his penis, she winced. "Be careful don't hurt yourself," said. He put his hands around her waist. She put one hand on his shoulder and let herself sink a few inches. The end of his penis penetrated soft lips. She groaned and her eyes and lowered herself further until his penis was all the way up inside her and weight was settled on his lap. She was still, breathing through her mouth, her eyes still closed, her face mere inches from his. He was breathing hard as Her young body was wet tight, enveloping his entire penis. Finally, her eyes blinked a few times and opened, and she smiled. "It doesn't she said in a soft voice that cracked. "I'm glad." "Were you afraid?" "Yes." She giggled. "You're so silly." "I know. What do we do you serious? You fuck me now." "Ah yes, of course." She leaned back. The chair was close to the She leaned on its edge with her elbows, her back made a sort of bridge between the desk and the chair, with their two bodies tied together the middle. "Go ahead and fuck me Oliver," she said and her lips. Her hips moved up and down slowly. Her eyes were locked on his. He watched her on his lap without moving himself. Her breasts swayed and shook and between them, the gold crucifix bounced her chest. Between her spread legs, his penis was a thick red snake burrowing into her body. This what it was all about. This was what he wanted more than anything. So many years of his life wasted when he have been doing this with so many other women. His hands moved from the arms the chair to Marcie's thighs. She was rocking her hips and breathing through her open mouth. slid his hands up her thighs to her waist, held and pushed up with his own hips. A few inches of his penis slipped deeper into her She tiled her head back and groaned. "Oh God, finally, thank you," she in a low voice. "Excuse me?" She raised her head. "Oh, nothing. That feels really good." "Yes, does." He let his hips rise and fall slowly. Her hips moved with his, and churned side to side at the same time. His penis moved in and out of her tight slit. He closed his hands over her breasts, kneading soft flesh and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Her head tilted back. She was moaning softly, again again, with the regular, rocking motion their hips. If he pushed up firmly, she moaned louder. If he held her down and pushed his penis as deep into her as he could, she groaned out loud and back arched and she muttered incoherent phrases. It was amazing the effect he could on this girl just by putting penis into her. That unusual moment was building within his own body, that he had experienced so few times in his life. He pushed his hips faster. Still, had no name for it. The last time it happened was when Marcie took his penis in her mouth and down her throat. She was about to bring it out of him again. But should he it to happen that way, between her legs, when she so easily get pregnant? How would he explain that to Pastor Nowicki, or worse, to the girl's father? "Marcie? Marcie?" said. But she was squealing and writhing on top of him her body jerked and shook. He tensed. Good Lord, what was happening her? He should stop to make sure she was all right, but her tight slit was clenching tighter around his penis, and there was no way he could what happening to him. His own body tensed. His backside rose off the seat of the chair. He groaned and his seed poured into the feel it. Oliver, I feel it," Marcie said with a gasp. His penis pulsed again and again, as if draining precious fluid from his body to her body. Where the portion of his stuck out of her pussy, he could see the thick veins bulging. Then, as he watched, his own white fluid leaked out from her folds flesh and ran down his shaft his pubic hair. There was so much of it. And his penis was still throbbing, more into her. Marcie touched her pussy. Some of his seed spilled on her fingers. She licked it off. "Thank you," she said. Someone at the door and they froze. She back over her shoulder at the door then at him, her eyes wide and frightened. He sat up, holding her on his lap. "Just, just one minute, please," he said. He lifted her off. His penis slipped from her wet hole and slapped his thigh. glob his seed splattered on the carpet. He pulled up his slacks and stuffed his penis back in. She pulled her top down over her breasts, stepped into shorts and panties and pulled them up. She grabbed hand, but he pried it out before he opened the door. Pastor Nowicki was standing on the porno mature and boys side, with a wide grin. "Pastor Oliver, good afternoon. Ah Marcie, I was hoping to see you at the pregnancy prevention discussion," he said. His grin turned to a frown. Marcie's turned bright red. Oliver cleared his throat. "I, to give her some personal input," he said. Pastor Nowicki's grin returned. "Good. That's good. I'm glad to you get involved with the younger members of the parish. Now come to my office, I have something we need to discuss before you leave." Oliver started to follow, but turned back. Marcie standing outside his office. She shrugged and the corner of her turned up.Somehow, he didn't feel like he could wear it anymore. He put it down again, next to a thing he thought he would never in his life any desire or need to purchase, a box of condoms. Why he bought them he couldn't He didn't even know how to use them. But he to learn, and have a chance to use them for what they were heart pounded in his chest as he opened the box and removed one of the small, red packets. penis stirred and grew stiff. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, could it? He looked at himself in the turning his face side to side. He never considered himself handsome, but Marcie seemed quite attracted to him. Was that of other women as well? Was she attracted him because he was handsome, or because of what he had in his pants? He sighed. Was that so bad? His stretched the front of his black slacks. He pulled the zipper down, in and pulled it out, letting it hang in the air, and stepped back to see it in the mirror. It was long, be sure. There were many times since he was a young man that experienced an erection, but never paid much attention. The Bible said a person should avoid the pleasures the flesh. It was exactly those pleasures that Marcie exposed him to, and now the world was an entirely place in his eyes. He closed his hand around his penis. It was hot and as as a piece of wood, and hung more than halfway to his knees. Before Marcie said she it was big he never considered that it might have size, or that different men might have different sizes. Such concepts were completely foreign. He his hand slowly along its length and back. He closed his eyes and moaned. he shouldn't think such things about her, but what other pleasures of the flesh were there to experience with a woman? she put his penis in her mouth, that was the most exquisite- He heard a knock his bedroom door and quickly stuffed his penis back into his slacks. "Yes?" said. "Oliver, do you want butter or margarine for your pancakes?" Joann said. "Uh, butter will be fine." "All right. be long. Your breakfast is getting cold." Oliver held breath, waiting, then let it out and his shoulders slumped. A month ago it sounded like a good to invite his sister to visit. Now, however ... He held his hands over the front his slacks, as if Joann might see through the door. His penis was still and hung down the leg of his slacks. Would she notice? He removed his hands, looked in the mirror and shook his head. How could she miss it? He waited long as he dared, pacing the length of his room a few but it never went soft. Joann was going to be furious with him. She would know what was on his mind, would that he was contemplating sex. Her parish much stricter than his own, especially in matters of the flesh. He could only imagine how she would vilify were she ever to learn of his sexual relations with an eighteen year old girl. He turned his eyes up to the ceiling. Usually, was where would cross himself and beg for guidance, but since his recent experiences, he began to feel there was nothing there but the ceiling. Joann had the table set, stacked with pancakes and eggs and bacon, just as she piled the table every morning and evening for dinner. Already, he was stuffed just looking at it. He was sure her had put ten pounds on him in the short time she'd been there. If kept eating like that, neither Marcie nor any woman would find him attractive, no matter the dimensions the device hanging down his slacks. Joann at the sink, rinsing a pan. When she around she had a smile. Her hair was fixed in a bun and she wore her plain, round spectacles, and her white collar was fixed neatly around her neck. "Well sit, Oliver, she said. He pulled out the chair. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch and her smile fell and she away quickly. She sat at the opposite side of the and her face was red. He put a young of everything on his plate. On his eggs he sprinkled some salt and pepper. the pancakes he put butter and a bit syrup. His penis was still hard and when he hoped Joann wasn't looking, he reached under the table and rubbed it through his cleared her throat. "Oliver, you're not wearing your collar this morning. Have you it's too heavy?" she said. She cut each bite of her pancakes neat squares. He put his fork down. "I, um, have decided to take a sabbatical from the church." "A sabbatical?" "Yes. I need some time to reevaluate my beliefs." "What happened?" "Nothing happened." They quiet for a bit. She ate her pancakes in neat, square bites, then switched the eggs. He could not bring himself to raise his fork again. "Aren't you hungry?" she said. "No, I-" "Is a woman, Oliver?" His heart jumped up to his throat. "Excuse me?" "Is it a woman? Have been tempted?" "Tempted?" He didn't know how answer. He couldn't lie to his sister's face. "I recently met someone who was in trouble and I don't think I was much help." "Did do everything you could?" "No, I don't think I did." How could he tell her that not only he not help Marcie with her problem, he encouraged her in the practice that her in trouble in the first When she attempted to swallow his penis he didn't try to stop her, but actually pushed it deeper. Joann refilled her of milk and put the pitcher down. She nodded, but looked troubled. reached across the table and patted his hand. "I understand. God understands, too. Remember, God will always be there for you when you ready return." "Yes," Oliver said. Joann's smile was thin and her lips were pinched. He picked up his and dug into the scrambled eggs. If she knew what he was thinking, he wasn't so sure she or God would understand. He slowly to the church. The business he had to finish there he not anxious to face. Besides, he had not yet figured out how he would tell Pastor Nowicki of his decision to take a sabbatical. would have a fit, of course, but it would be compared to how he would lose his mind if he found out his apprentice had his penis in the mouth of one of his eighteen old parishioners. The door to his office was open. He went in and stopped his tracks. Wendy was on her hands and knees on the floor in the middle his office, her backside to the door. She was wearing a dark gray skirt with a slit the side and was picking something out of the carpet. eyes locked on her backside, especially the way the skirt was stretched and showed the lines of her panties underneath. Wendy looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Oh hi, Pastor Oliver. I didn't know you were there," said and pushed herself to her feet, holding a clear plastic box in the palm of her hand.
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