by Paloma Eroti
Brother Jack started to squeeze his growing cock, staring at her bare milky tits. His voice was almost a grunt. “Don’t be shy, little Ginny. Show Brother Jack how you please Pastor Robert when the church elders aren’t watching.”
Time was ticking. Her brother would come back from church soon, and if he found them together like this, their lives would be blown apart.
Besides, his filthy talk and the sight of his manliness had totally ramped her up for sex. Her pussy was gushing with juice at the thought of accepting so much thick male flesh inside her, and not being given much choice about taking his cum too.
God, he was virile!
Her face flaming, her insatiable pussy aching with need, Ginny dropped to her knees before Brother Jack and opened her mouth.
He smiled at her sudden capitulation. “That’s wise, that’s a clever girl. Now your brother gets to keep his job and his liberty, even if he loses his pride as a man.” He kicked off his pants, then stepped closer, wearing nothing but his T-shirt. Suddenly his fat cock was touching her lips. “Time to show me what a good girl you really are.”
Virginia took the head of his cock in her mouth, feeling her lips stretch to accommodate him. He did not try to force it all in but let her get used to the size, thankfully. She sucked the fat head, then licked along the firm shaft and felt him harden, so licked longer and more confidently. He made a noise under his breath as she set to work, pleasing Brother Jack as her brother had shown her men liked to be pleased, and she guessed that her licks were appreciated.
“Now suck the rest of it,” he said shortly, and fed another few inches into her mouth.
Now she was struggling, but tried to suck what she had been given. It was hard not to keep thinking how this monster cock would soon be in her pussy.
“You’ll look good with a swollen belly,” Brother Jack murmured, stroking her hair.
She thought so too, and almost smiled as she sucked. She would have preferred to be carrying her stepbrother’s baby, but hell, in a race to knock her up, it ought to be the best man who won. And right now her money was on Brother Jack. He certainly had balls, she thought, to come here tonight and force her into unprotected sex with him.
Her hands came up and cupped his testicles, while she was thinking of balls, cupping and molding him with her fingers. His balls hung heavy, full of the virile seed he would soon be pumping inside her. She stroked them gently while she sucked, and felt her pussy moisten and open, preparing to receive him. It was really quite erotic, agreeing to have unprotected sex with a man she barely knew, and not just that, but another preacher, a man whose child would clearly not be her stepbrother’s.
What a wicked, depraved, sinful girl she was!
Virginia imagined her brother’s reaction. In her mind’s eye, she saw the hurt and anger and betrayal on his face. Then the desire to punish her. He had often said he would use the belt on her if she sinned grievously. And this was surely a grievous sin, to fornicate with another man. She imagined Pastor Robert taking off his belt, bending her over the kitchen table or a convenient seat, and belting her bottom red-raw in time-honored fashion.
It would hurt bad to be given the belt. Pastor Robert had not chastised her with a belt for years, though he still used his spanking hand when she was disobedient. But she would deserve his belt for taking another man’s cock, for opening herself up to another man’s seed instead of her stepbrother’s. Even if she was only doing this to save Robert from disgrace, she could not hide the fact that she was excited at behaving so sinfully.
And her brother was sure to see her sin as soon as he looked into her guilty blue eyes. Shit, it would be hard not to confess it when he walked in the door, her desire to be punished was so strong.
“Now bend over the table,” Jack told her coolly, and gestured her to take up a subservient position over the kitchen table, naked and ready for his cock.
She stumbled to her feet and reached the kitchen table, only to stop dead, seeing the ovulation test lying there. “Shit,” she whispered, the reality of what she was doing suddenly hitting her like a brick wall.
Brother Jack picked up the test packet and examined it. “Were you about to use this?”
“In the morning,” she explained quietly, “that’s the best time to test.”
“But you can use it any time?”
She shrugged. “I guess.”
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the kitchen, holding the ovulation test in his hand. “Come on then,” he said. “Where’s your bathroom? The toilet’s in there, right?”
She showed him, embarrassed by her nudity while he was still wearing his T-shirt. He thrust her towards the toilet seat, then handed her the test. He stood over her, watching.
“What?” she asked, perplexed, holding the test.
“Take a pee,” he instructed her calmly, “and hold the tube in the stream. Go on, it’s quite simple.”
She stared, horrified. “I can’t pee with you watching!”
Brother Jack folded his arms, his cock sticking out accusingly, his feet wide apart as he watched her sitting on the toilet. “You want your stepbrother to go to jail, or you want to pee on that test for me?”
Virginia sighed. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend he was not there.
Several moments passed.
“Well?” he demanded impatiently.
“Hush!”
He drew a sharp breath but did not interrupt again. After another long moment, she felt herself relax, then heard the first tiny trickle of pee into the bowl.
“Well done,” he murmured, watching closely as she peed.
Virginia sighed with relief as she managed to soak the tip of the test in urine. She held it out to him, dripping, while she pulled paper from the roll and dried herself. Then she had a little wash down there too, patting her shaven pussy dry, and cleaned her hands and face.
Meanwhile he was examining the test, looking at his watch.
“We have to wait a few minutes,” he said irritably. “Then we’ll see if you’re fertile.”
She stood there in the too-bright bathroom, her face red as the Church Youth Leader studied her naked body through narrowed eyes.
She was not sure where to put her hands, or where to look. Not at him, anyway. The man who was about to fuck her.
“Get it hard again,” he said at last, gesturing to his semi-erect cock. The monster was still firm, but not as vast. He dragged his T-shirt over his head and stood there equally naked before her. “Suck.”
She knelt on the cold bathroom floor and took him in her mouth again, sucking it deep this time, more accustomed to the size. His massive cock unfurled again, spreading and growing while she sucked. Again she stroked his dark heavy balls, and swayed instinctively as she sucked, enjoying the meaty taste of this large man in her mouth, letting his gentle thrusts hit the back of her throat.
“It’s working,” he muttered.
It certainly is, she thought, her pussy flowering open in readiness for his gigantic cock.
Then she realized he was talking about the test.
On her knees before him, Virginia stared up at Brother Jack from his crotch, past his flat belly, the strong chest, to his face looking down at her and the test. His vast cock was blocking her mouth; she could not speak, only look at him and wait.
“It shows that you’re ovulating right now,” he said with obvious satisfaction, holding out the test for her to see the result line, then added bluntly, “It means your womb is ready for breeding.”
He threw the test aside and dragged her up off the floor. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She hesitated, biting her lip. It seemed wrong to let this man fuck her on the same bed where Robert fucked her every night.
Angrily, he pulled her down the hall, pausing before the open door of the bedroom she now shared with Robert. Her shoes were on the floor, her clothes hanging in the open wardrobe. And Robert’s spare robes were also there, pegged up on the wall. And a huge bl
ack wooden crucifix was suspended above the bed, a mirrored wall allowing her brother to watch himself having sex with her below it.
“This looks like the room,” Jack said with a grin, and pushed her towards the large unmade bed. He took his cock in hand, squeezing its massive length. “On your back, girl, and show me how eager you are for my semen. Pull those sweet little pussy lips open.”
As though in a trance, she did exactly as he had told her, lying naked in the centre of the bed on her back.
Brother Jack approached the bed, staring down at her, cock in hand. Hot-faced, she spread her legs wide, then reached down and dragged her pussy lips open. He knelt on the bed and put his massive penis to her small opening, his gaze locked on her face. Then he shoved himself inside, stretching her lips so far apart she thought they would tear, and she cried out, letting go of herself and gripping the rumpled sheets instead.
“Oh sweet Lord!” she managed in a high-pitched, girlish voice, and said it again as he shoved himself in further.
“You like my big cock?” he demanded, staring down at her.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Then take some more of it.” He gave another brutal jerk of his hips, and her breath choked in her throat as he came to a halt, most of his huge cock embedded in her tiny bare pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she could not seem to stop repeating, like an insane chant.
He smiled grimly at her cries, pulled out a little way, then shoved himself back inside. His eyes closed briefly. “Oh now, that’s good. You’re tight.”
Virginia put her hands to his chest and pushed, trying to get him off her. Jack withdrew slightly, seemingly in response to her feeble protests, but then shoved his cock back inside with a grunt. She cried out again, incoherent, tossing her head from side to side. It hurt, it was impossible, her pussy was too dry, he was raping her, she could not stop him, and he knew it.
Then Brother Jack bent his head and sucked on one breast. Her large nipple rose erect in his mouth. He sucked hard and her flesh stiffened even more, curling up under his searching tongue. He shifted to the other breast, suckling like an overgrown baby, sucking as though looking for milk …
And suddenly her cunt was wet, and his cock was sliding in and out more smoothly. Her hands slid to his shoulders, raking him with her nails, urging him on instead of fighting him, and she moaned aloud, “Fuck me, yes, fuck me hard!”
He laughed under his breath, and dragged her thighs wider apart, powering himself into her tight cunt with a determined air. “You know what you need?”
She closed her eyes. “Your cock?”
“My cum.”
“Mmm,” she managed, and hooked her legs about his sweating back.
“That’s it, baby. You get into it. Enjoy getting fucked.”
“I hate you,’ she muttered, but moaned as his cock jabbed her hard, pressed back into her, filled her to bursting point, showed her who was in charge of this fucking.
“You may hate me, but you love my cock, baby.”
She glanced sideways and saw him in the mirror: not her older stepbrother, Pastor Robert, but a fit, virile young man, hammering his cock into her body with long, rhythmic strokes.
“Oh Christ, yes,” she gasped as he shifted position slightly, drilling her more deeply. “Keep doing it to me hard. Give me your cock!”
“You want my baby in your belly?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Not your brother’s seed?”
She flushed and shook at this question, guilty as hell for betraying the pastor, the man who had so patiently brought her up, taught her right from wrong.
“I … I don’t know. I love him. Oh shit.”
“Poor Ginny, not sure whether she wants to carry her brother’s baby or mine.” He laughed again, almost cruelly, and pistoned his cock inside her, making her groan and sweat beneath him. “Maybe you’ll never know if it’s his or mine.”
She thought that was unlikely. But if she was careful, maybe she could hide it from Robert that she had ever had sex with the Church Youth Leader. If it was just the one time …
Reading her mind again, Jack kissed her, thrusting his tongue fiercely into her mouth. “And don’t think I’ll be satisfied with one fuck,” he muttered against her open mouth. “I’m going to expect you to open your legs for me whenever I come round from now on. Looks like I’ll be riding you with a fat belly soon, but that’s OK. I like fucking pregnant girls, especially when it’s my baby they’re carrying. All that milk from those cute swollen tits …”
He put a hand down and pinched her clit. She moaned, and he squeezed it again, rolling it back and forth between his long clever fingers. Then she was suddenly bucking in orgasm under the big man, her buttocks jerking, her cry long and soulful as she came, her cunt contracting with pleasure around the unfamiliar shaft inside.
Jack grunted too, and she felt his cock swell with excitement. “I’m going to cum in you now,” he promised her. “You want my seed, don’t you? Admit it, you said yes because you wanted me to breed you. You want my cum in your womb. Not Pastor Robert’s.”
She felt possessed by an evil spirit as she dragged her nails down his back to his buttocks, then urged him closer, begging this new man to cum in her. “All right, I admit it. Shoot it all up me! I’m ovulating now, the pastor’s too late to put his cum in me. You’re the one who was here at the right time, so go on, breed me.”
His thrusts grew harder and more erratic as he neared the end, then stiffened, plunging deep in her cunt. “I’m going to dump my full load in you, you hot little cumslut!”
“Breed me! Do it!
She felt the warmth of his seed spreading inside her traitorous cunt, and did not care anymore. “Oh god, yes. I’m so ready for this. Use me, breed me. Fill me with cum.”
He grunted, his cock pulsing fiercely inside her pussy. “Lie there and take it all, you whore.”
“Yes, yes, I’m a whore,” she admitted wildly, her face hot and sweaty, her body slick against his. As Jack shifted, rearing up on his knees, his huge cock still dripping semen, she felt cum dribbling out of her used pussy and down her buttocks onto the bed she shared with her stepbrother. “I just want to be filled with cum. I don’t care whose seed it is.”
“I can see that,’ a hard voice said clearly from the doorway.
Brother Jack scrambled off the bed and stood there, completely nude, his cock still glistening from her cunt, staring at her stepbrother.
Pastor Robert came into the room and looked at her on his bed, hair mussed, legs spread wide as a whore’s, her bare pussy gleaming with seed, stretched from another man’s cock. Then he started to pull off his thick leather belt, not even glancing at Brother Jack.
“Get out of here,” he told the younger man, his dark gaze fixed on Virginia’s naked body. “I’ll speak to you tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock. At the church.”
Brother Jack hesitated, looking from him to her, as though about to argue. But when she shook her head at him, he shrugged and left the room, no doubt intent on collecting his abandoned clothing. A few moments later she heard the front door close behind him.
She was naked and alone with Pastor Jack. And he was furious.
Virginia scrabbled to her feet and shook her head, facing her stepbrother. Her head whirled in confusion at having been caught in bed with Jack… the things she had been shouting … the sluttish way she had behaved.
What must her brother be thinking?
“Please, Robert. You … You don’t understand. Brother Jack had photos of you and me having sex. He was going to show them to the church elders and the newspapers. You know what could have happened to us.” Her voice failed, and she finished weakly, hearing the guilt in her voice, “I had to agree to have sex with him. There was no other way.”
“I saw the photos in the kitchen. I know what you did, Ginny, and why. You were trying to save me. But did you have to enjoy it too?”
Her face flamed at those incisive words. She was s
o ashamed of herself. It was too true; she had enjoyed being fucked by another man. And after having promised her brother faithfully that she would never go to bed with anyone but him. Never take any man’s cum in her pussy except his.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to enjoy it. But he was huge, and he just kept fucking it into me, and my pussy got so wet … ”
Abruptly she stopped talking and hung her head in shame. The more she tried to explain what had happened, the deeper she dug herself into that disgusting high-sided hell pit of whoredom reserved for women who had sex with other men behind their boyfriends’ backs.
And she knew it.
Pastor Robert was her stepbrother, her lover, and her protector. And she had rewarded him by spreading her legs for another man’s cock and loving every second of it.
“He came inside you, didn’t he?”
Pastor Robert’s deep gravelly voice stirred something inside her. Virginia wet her lips, still not looking up at him. She wanted to lie, but he had walked in on it himself. How much had he seen? How much had he heard?
Anyway, her cunt was sodden with the evidence of another man’s cum. It would be ludicrous to deny what she had done.
She nodded painfully. “Yes, sir.”
Her brother had wrapped part of his thick leather belt about his hand. The tail-end flapped loose. He took it and stretched it between his hands, snapping the leather tight.
“So you could be carrying his baby now,” he muttered. “I saw the ovulation kit on the floor. You fornicated with that man even though you’re ovulating right now. Isn’t that true?”
She put her hands to her face, unable to look at him. “Yes.”
“I thought you wanted me to father a baby on you, Ginny. But you just wanted cum inside you. Any man’s cum. That’s what you were saying when I walked in on your disgusting act of fornication.” He drew a harsh breath. “So now you’ve got what you wanted. How does it feel?”
