Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I began to feel the orgasm rising in me at this hot sight, and I knew I couldn't waste this opportunity. I took my cock out of her mouth, and the drool leaked from her mouth onto the couch. What a mess I'll have to clean up, I thought. I moved back down to her legs and lifted them up, setting them back on the couch so that they were laying flat. Her chest moved to line up with her legs but her face kept rolled to the side.

  I moved her legs up, exposing her wet pussy once more, then knelt next to her on the couch. Her legs bent at the knees as I pushed them up towards her chest, and her ass lifted off the couch a little bit. I placed my cock on her clit, rubbing it around. She bit her lip and began to moan, a smile forming. I didn't think she'd be smiling for long.

  I moved my cock further down, tracing it around the entrance to her nether bits. She kept moaning, happily enjoying the sensations in her sleep. The head of my dick pressed against her opening, and suddenly she frowned. Her hands went to my hands, which were still on her legs, and pushed. She didn't like this, and I didn't want to see her suffer, so I'd make it as quick as possible.

  I put my weight against her and pressed into her, feeling her hymen resist me and then break, a new rush of liquid coating my cock as it quested inside of her. She cried out, her eyes opening a little bit as she stirred. "Shhh," I said, putting my finger to her lips. She looked confused, then her body went slack again as she drifted off to sleep.

  I smiled, and began slowly moving in and out of her. Now that she was asleep, I was able to enjoy her body to the fullest. And what a body. As I continued to slowly loosen her up, she began to writhe underneath me once more. I saw her fingers move to her clit again, rubbing herself softly. It was unbelievably hot to watch.

  I delved deeper and deeper into her pussy. Soon, I was pounding into her, and little whimpers of pleasure escaped from her body. I could almost imagine that she was back in the choir, singing with that angelic voice, and it just turned me on more.

  I pulled out of her, now crazy with lust. I grabbed her legs and flipped her back on her side, then lifted them up and put her on her tummy. I made sure she wasn't too twisted up, then walked to the other side of the couch. I moved her head past the arm of the couch so that she could breathe normally. I looked down at my cock, noticing the crimson streak that ran down the length of my shaft. I'd rub that off soon enough.

  I ran my fingernails down her muscular back, then down the center of her ass. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, enjoying the taut muscles. I grabbed one of the couch's other pillows and pushed it underneath her, propping up her ass.

  As I got on top of her, I saw her hands grip the couch's arm and squeeze. I ran my cock up and down her ass, briefly considering committing the sin that had gotten Sodom destroyed. However, I moved farther down, and when I felt the slick wetness of her pussy, I knew I could go no other place. I pushed, and she squeaked again.

  Her pussy enveloped my cock, and I pounded into her. With every passing moment, it seemed like her grip on the couch's arm got tighter. I could feel myself rising towards orgasm quick. I put my hand on her back and pressed her into the couch further, and this just seemed to make her moan even more.

  I could feel her body begin to tense up, and I knew I was going to blow myself. I thought about pulling out, but then I realized what a mess that would make in my study. Besides, I remembered the Bible passage about not spilling one's seed onto the ground.

  I grunted and groaned as I felt Mary's little body begin to orgasm underneath me. As soon as that tight, eighteen year old pussy contracted around my cock, I was done. The liquid rushed through my body, spurting out of my cock and into her pussy. I shot again and again within her, filling her womb with my seed, with the sprouts of new life. She bucked and thrashed underneath me, experiencing what was likely her first orgasm, sucking the semen from me like a pump.

  A few moments later and it was all over. My cock, old as it was, deflated rapidly. I pulled out of her and threw my briefs back on quickly. I looked over and saw the first drop of my cum beginning to leak out of her, threatening to land on my white couch.

  I flipped her over quickly, holding her legs up in the air. I grabbed her panties off the ground and slipped them back down her legs, lifting her up to place them under her body. My seed would stay within her for the evening, and she could shower in the morning. Her bra was still clasped, and I pulled it back down, shoving her tits back into it as best I could. It looked a little crooked still, but it was on.

  By the time I was done, I noticed a wet spot forming on her panties already. I sighed as I put her down on the couch, then grabbed a nearby blanket. I pushed one corner underneath her, then wrapped her up in it. She seemed to snuggle into the couch as I tucked her in. She stirred slightly, and her eyes opened.

  "Is my Daddy here yet?" she said, so slurred I could barely make out the words.

  "Shh, sweetheart, go back to sleep," I said.

  "Okay," she said.

  *****

  I awoke at 5:00 A.M. like old people tend to do. Mary had thrown the blanket off of herself at some point during the evening. She looked absolutely lovely, peaceful as she lay there. I wanted to get another look at her tits, but I would never get away with it now.

  I shook her foot gently. "Mary. Mary. Wake up, Mary."

  Her eyes opened a little, and she squinted. "Where am I? What happened?"

  I smiled. "You're at the church. Do you remember coming here last night?" I asked.

  She sat up, holding her head in her hands. "Yeah. We were eating Chinese food, then... I don't remember."

  I crossed my arms. "Do you remember drinking all my wine?" I pointed to the empty wine bottle on the table.

  She looked confused. "Maybe? I don't know."

  Even though I kept a straight face outwardly, inwardly I was giggling. She was so hung over.

  "Well, take a shower in my bathroom. Neither of us want you to smell like a liquor cabinet when your father arrives," I said.

  She looked confused. "Daddy?" Suddenly she seemed to realize that she was wearing hardly any clothes in front of a grown man, and put a hand over her tits and another over her panties.

  I scoffed. "It's a little late for modesty now," I said. "Go, take a shower, quickly!"

  She moved to stand, then moved a hand to her abdomen. "Why am I so sore?"

  I had to think of something quick. "You drank a lot last night, plus you slept in an awkward position. I tried to wake you to make you more comfortable, but nothing I could do would break your slumber." That much was true, I thought with a smile.

  She rose up, obviously really sore. She ran a hand over the front of her panties, obviously confused at how wet she must feel down there. I did feel bad, but it was too late to take it back now.

  As she closed the shower door and I heard the water turn on, I called inside. "Also, I told your father that you cleaned the main hall last night. Try to keep that in mind, because I'd hate for you to get in trouble."

  *****

  Morning service was at eight, but Nick and Yvonne showed up at seven. Mary was back in her Sunday dress, looking a lot worse for wear than she had last night. Hungover and deflowered, it was a wonder she could sit up at all.

  "Mary had a long night of cleaning while she was lectured, but I think I've taught her the dangers of drinking too much alcohol," I said. "What do you think, Mary?"

  "I'll never drink again," she said. I'd heard that line before, and people mostly went back on that promise, but when she said it, I almost believed it. Her father nodded, thanked me, shook my hand. I noticed that they hadn't wiped their feet when they came in, but then again, I had left a mess inside their daughter. I guess I'd call it even.

  I looked over at her during the service a few times. She had her head on the pew in front of her, and I hoped she wouldn't get sick. What a mess that would be to clean up.

  She showed up for church every week after that, and everything was going according to God's plan for her. She started to sing in the choir,
her parents told me that she stopped hanging out with the bad kids, and that she'd be leaving for college. Everything was great for eight weeks. Then, last Saturday when I was cleaning the church again, I got a phone call.

  "It's Nick. Mary's pregnant."

  My heart began to beat faster. "Oh, when did this happen?"

  "I don't know, but the worst thing is that she keeps lying to me. She claims she's a virgin, that she's saving herself for marriage, that she has no idea how this happened."

  I wasn't sure whether to feel sad for the girl or happy for me that I was bringing another child into the world. "Now, Nick. It's important in these situations to remember The Lord's Prayer. 'Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,'" I said.

  "But..." he started.

  "None of us live our lives without sin. It's important that you keep a healthy relationship with your daughter. If it's within God's power to forgive us, it's within your power to forgive her. Most importantly, the child is born into the world without sin. It's important that you treat the baby like you would any other member of your family. Love it. Cherish it. It's God's will."

  There was silence on the other end of the phone. I almost spoke up to ask if he was still there, but he spoke. "You're a wise man, Pastor Luke. I don't know what we'd do without your guidance. I'll do everything you said, and we'll all see you at church tomorrow."

  I smiled as I hung up the phone. I couldn't wait to see that baby bump, my baby bump. I couldn't wait to see it grow, to see Mary grow. Most of all, I couldn't wait to see the baby, and to baptize it in the name of our Lord. I turned to the crucifix hanging on the wall, quickly did the stations of the cross, and went back to cleaning.

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  Sin with the Sleeping Choir Girl 3: Jemima

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  Eighteen year old Jemima is the most pious choir girl ever to grace Pastor Luke's church. Will the older man be able to convince her that her defloration is all part of God's plan, or is there perhaps an easier way to get the job done?

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  Sleep Sex, Dubious Consent, Virgin, Priest

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  This series was written in conjunction with the talented Cassandra Zara.

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  *****

  The Lord always did work in mysterious ways. The path he chose for me was not quite the path I had imagined when I first became a man of the cloth. I always thought it was my job to spread the good word of God through my sermons every Sunday. To be there for my flock when there was a crisis of faith. To be a pillar of the community.

  Well, to be fair, all those things were still true. However, after much prayer and pondering upon the signs the Lord Almighty sent to me, it became clear that I was also destined to bring seed to the fertile wombs of the young women God conveyed to me, whether they were aware of it or not. His most forceful messenger had been Eve, it had taken her battering ram approach to break down my opposition to God’s will.

  The church choir was God’s breeding pen. How else can their loveliness be explained? The women who came of age within that group were all built for sex, perfect soil to plant the seed in. How else can my attraction to them be explained? I was a Pastor for decades, I thought my resistance to the temptations of the flesh was unbreakable, but I was wrong and God was right.

  After my experiences with Eve and Mary, thoughts of my beautiful choir girls filled my mind. I thought back to the beauties who had graced its ranks in all the time I had been stationed in this church. Was I to track them all down? No, surely not. If God had wanted them to accept his seed, delivered by his servant, namely me, he surely would have made it happen while they were still members.

  That meant I had to look to the current members of the choir for His will, and while I was listening to their soaring voices one Saturday afternoon during practice His will became clear. Of all the current members there was one that stood out in every way. Jemima, sweet innocent red-headed Jemima.

  Eve and Mary had been typical rebellious teens, had stayed in the choir for so long only because their devout parents forced them to. Jemima was different. Jemima never missed a sermon whether her parents were there or not, she often stayed after the service was over, offering prayers and silent worship to the Lord under her own direction, she volunteered on Sunday afternoons for Sunday school. She was wonderful with children, she would make a great mother.

  I knew that Jemima didn’t drink, aside from the sip of sacramental wine, and didn’t do drugs. She was most assuredly a virgin, seriously considering a life of servitude to the church at even her tender age of eighteen. It was God’s will that I fuck her as hard as I possibly could. It was the only explanation for her being in the choir, her voice was terrible.

  My only conundrum was how to convince her that her defloration and impregnation was required. I worked at the problem from several angles, even as I watched her sing her heart out at choir practice and my dick hardened at the thought of blessing her pussy in the name of the Lord. At last, when the choir was chorusing ‘Hallelujah! Hallelujah!’ the solution hit me.

  A few years previous, one of my flock had come to me with a confession. He’d fallen in with the wrong crowd, petty thieves and drug dealers, and his life was in a downward spiral. He came to me because he’d recently purchased some sedatives from his drug dealer, with the plan to use them on his daughter’s friends and ‘feel them up’ as they slept. He’d had a change of heart and came to me for advice.

  At the time, I condemned the choices that had brought him to such a low place but praised his decision to seek redemption through confession. I confiscated the drugs and told him to say 10 ‘Our Father’s and 20 ‘Hail Mary’s. I’d thrown the little baggie in the lockable drawer of my desk with various other things I’d confiscated over the years, mostly cigarettes from the younger members of the church.

  When choir practice finished I quickly pulled Jemima to the side and told her that I needed her help with a special project for the church and could she please check with her parents whether she could stay out overnight. Jemima jumped at the chance to help the church and assured me she would make sure her parents were fine with it and she would definitely see me at seven thirty.

  The hours dragged as I made myself busy cleaning everything I could think of, folding and stacking altar cloths, polishing metal, praying and then basically doing it all over again just to fill in time. At slightly after seven o’clock I went back to my study to track down that little baggie. Rummaging through the drawer I felt a pang of panic when I didn’t immediately spot it, but leaned back in my chair with relief when I pulled it out from under a half-empty pack of smokes.

  The young man whom I confiscated them from had said that one pill was supposed to dissolve almost instantly in a standard glass of wine, or any other commonly drunk liquid of similar volume, and give roughly eight hours of complete sedation. I hoped he was right, it would be a shame to delay God’s will because of ineffective pharmaceuticals.

  At precisely seven thirty I heard the church doors swing open and Jemima call my name. She always was s
uch a lovely, tidy and punctual girl. My heart leapt.

  “In here, Jemima!” I called.

  A flash of red hair peeked around the door frame and the teenager’s face lit up with a smile.

  “Hi Pastor Luke! Thanks for thinking of me for this church project, I always feel like I’m not doing enough to serve God so this is great!”

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself, my child. None of us can measure up to God’s standard, it is only through divine forgiveness that we will be able to enter the kingdom of heaven.”

  “That’s so true, Pastor Luke!” She gushed, “What is this project all about anyway?”

  “Well, let’s…”

  I was saved the inconvenience of delaying her by an impatient-sounding knock at the front doors.

  “Ah, that’ll be the Chinese food. I got enough for two, I hope you haven’t eaten?”

  “I haven’t, actually! I’ve been so excited about coming here tonight that I clean forgot to make my dinner, and my parents aren’t exactly regular cooks, so I only had time for a tiny snack.”

  “Perfect, we can discuss the project over some orange chicken, I’m qualified to tell you that the chicken from this place is absolutely heavenly.”

  Jemima giggled like the schoolgirl she had so recently been at my cheesy joke and I went to the front doors to pay the delivery man. You would think that after all these years of the same guy delivering food to me on a Saturday he would know that the front doors were unlocked and I preferred to conduct the transaction inside, particularly in the colder months when the wind seemed to cut right down to my bones. Not to worry, this evening I’d have more than a mere single serving of orange chicken to keep me warm.

  I returned to my little room to find Jemima quietly looking at my bookshelf while she waited. She looked absolutely lovely, though her attire was extremely conservative for a girl of her eighteen years. A simple white blouse with no hint of a plunge to the neckline over a long skirt that ended just above the ankle. It would have been a scandalous length for a skirt sometime near the start of the nineteen hundreds.