1 comments/ 137001 views/ 3 favorites Prophet By: bitsieblue It was a very hot night, the kind of night that naturally makes you feel good inside, warm and somewhat erotic. Madeline and I were out at a local club. I remember staring at her in the tight black tank top. Even without a bra her large round breasts looked full and alive. Through the material of the shirt I could see her nipples, making my cock stiff every time I thought about them. Looking into her green eyes I often had to look away. Yes, I was obsessed with her body and she with mine. In an instant we could make one another shake and need...this was dangerous. The band was good and had the whole place going. Most of the men, whether with women or not had to steal a glance at Madeline. Her tight jeans accentuated the curves of her perfect ass molded on her petite little body. Eventually, the beer, music, sweat, red hair and green eyes got the best of me. I held her close during a slow song and pressed my cock against her. She forced her hip into mine. I could almost feel the fire from between her thighs and swore I could smell the sweetness of her pussy. I whispered that neither of us were going home tonight. Grabbing a 6 pack we were out the door. After opening her door for her she pressed me against the car, her hips grinding against my hardening cock. She loved my cock, that girl, it was like her favorite toy, she knew it so well, and knew me so well. Finally, we arrived at the local motel. Once in the door we were on one another. Against the wall was a long desk, which is where I pushed her to, still molded together in a deep kiss. I went down and began working on her neck, feeling my hot breath made her breath harder. Both of us soaked in sweat as I tasted the saltiness of her flesh. Brushing her red hair aside I began to nibble on her ear. Pulling away I looked into her eyes and then down her body. In the shirt her breasts were seeming t about burst free, her nipples hard as I brushed my hand across them and pinched them, then leaning down taking a hard bud into my mouth, alternating between the two, creating wet spots, rising from the black cotton material. Reaching over I found a cold beer, opening it and sharing a drink with her, then taking the full beer and dumping it down her cleavage. The combination of the cold beer and her hot body made her jump. I leaned down and sucked the beer from the material, then tore her shirt off, at about the same time that I saw the buttons flying in all directions from my own shirt. Then her hands were on my bare skin, then another beer over her breasts...my lips going crazy on her 36DD's. Perhaps the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. As we pushed away from each other, she fell to her knees in front of me then turned me around against the desk. Feeling my thick cock through the tight material of my jeans she pressed her mouth over it. I could feel her breath and moisture, my loins throbbing. Reaching up, she undid my buckle, the button, the fly. She pulled my jeans to the floor and allowed me to step from them. She didn't waste a second, and my boxers followed immediately. As the tight waistband went past my cock it sprang free, straight up into the air nearly hitting her in the face. Soon her hands were wrapped around me, both of them barely covering half my length and girth. Then her mouth opened and closed around my prick, making a meal of the clear fluid at the tip, milking and sucking as I ran my fingers through her hair and fucked her face. Let me tell you, this girl knows how to suck cock. Soon, I was one slippery mess and nearly exploding in her mouth. I pulled her to her feet, quickly tore off her jeans and threw her down on the bed. I loved her petite body, her large breasts bouncing. I jumped on her, but she turned me over, and I was on my back, her astride me. Before I knew it that sweet trimmed pussy was on my face and I was licking her crack from her ass to her clit. She was soaked! My tongue was alternating between probing her asshole and licking her open pussy. Madeline slid down my body, grabbed my stiff cock and impaled herself on it. We fucked in unison, slowly at first, grinding our hips together, then harder and faster, her wetness running down over my balls, her ass and pussy soaked. No, Madeline knew that I was obsessed with one thing, and that was fucking her virgin asshole. Rising up off me, she reached back behind her and grabbed my meat by the base, running the head around her tight asshole and back into her pussy. Looking in her eyes, I knew tonight was the night my anal fantasies would come true. She began to sit back, the head slowly parting her tiny opening. Seeing the pain in her face, I allowed her to be in control, even though the urge to thrust all eight thick inches of my dong in her tight hot virgin hole was hard to resist. Eventually, the head slipped past her tight opening, then the rest of smooth shaft followed until my balls pressed against her cheeks. She sat there motionless, mouth hanging open a bit from the pain and pleasure mingling, allowing her ass to get used to this new feeling of me. Then she braced her arms on my chest and, closing her eyes, she began to lift up. Her little ass was so tight that it actually pulled and sucked the foreskin of my cock up as she pulled! As she neared the top the foreskin released and went back to its normal position. She continued to do this very, very slowly. Her ass was so hot inside... She picked up the pace as she realized that the cock in her ass felt great and the pain was gone. She knew I was helpless. It wasn't long before my eyes closed and body tensed, my groans warning her I was about to come. Just as I was about to fill her tiny rectum with cum she hopped off my cock. I looked down to watch her grab my phallus and milk it into her mouth, waiting for the huge white blast of come that shot several inches through the air and into her mouth. It ran back out, then thee was another blast, then her mouth vacuumed around me, milking still more. I felt like all the cum in my body was being drained, like she was some kind of sperm-eating vampire. I watched her throat muscles contract several times as she swallowed my steady stream of jism. Eventually, I was finished, and she continued to clean me with her mouth, then came up to give me a big kiss... Then it was her turn to relax while I made her cum. But that's another story... Prophet Poppa "Yes Poppa! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh GODDDDDD!" Lily screamed, frantically gyrating her genitals into the body of her 70 year old grandfather. Bishop Karl Watters remained almost detached as his 19 year old granddaughter serviced his cock for the third time that week. Lily, a luscious vision of blond hair and large breasts with blue eyes and a killer pussy, was a devoted Christian. Every member of his family were devout followers and recognized his privileged needs in the Church of Saints. One of his needs was the use of available flesh. Bishop Watters claimed it inspired his very best sermons. Thankfully, he had a large family and congregation. However, the reason for this day's visit had nothing to do with inspiration and everything to do with family quantity. The congregation watched with bated breath as the Bishop Watters finished this week's sermon with a prayer for multiplicity. His belief was that a large family was a happy family and Lily had come of age long ago where she should have begun providing the family with new blood. The good Bishop or Poppa as everyone called him, howled out his thankfulness to the divine for such a rich bounty, "Yes Lord, bring it to me! Allow me to feed this soil with my anointed seed!" Lucy, his wife watched as Poppa impregnated her youngest granddaughter. The alter was laid out simply that day with a firm mattress to cushion the active couple and provide an unobstructed view of the proceedings. She long ago gave up her very soul to her husband and so observed everything with a charming smile on her face. Long ago, when she first came to be his wife, Karl was a simple farmer. They had two beautiful children and lived far from the chaos of city life or county intrusions of family. However, the death of Karl's father meant that as oldest son, he had a responsibility to the family. He established an easy rapport with the congregation and at the urging of his father's advisor's took all his father's wives as his, including his own mother. Many years had passed and her hair turned as gray as her soul. "Oh Poppa, yes! Give me life Poppa! Make me a woman in body and spirit Poppa," Lily moaned loudly enough for all to hear. Lily's mother, Mary, couldn't have been prouder of her daughter's performance. She remembered well her own ceremony with her father. She remembered the congregation watching as her father filled her belly with cum and she could tell from the look on her father's face that he placed her daughter in high regard. Lily had managed to not only serve God but in doing so, served her father and for that she knew Lily would be rewarded. Of course, that meant reward for Mary as well. Within the small church gathered well over a hundred members. Most of which were male. Although faithful servitude was praised among women, procreation was a special ceremony that needed to be guarded by the strongest men in the community. After the initial sexual union between grandfather and grandchild the remaining men would be encouraged to have their turn. This would seal the fate of Bishop Watters's granddaughter. Once pregnant she would be auctioned off to the wealthiest landholder. This was usually someone on the council. There were very strict guidelines that every woman in the community and church had to follow. The most important rule was that the Prophet held rule over all and spoke directly to God. Those conversations were sacrosanct. Whatever the Prophet said was followed and anyone who disapproved or argued could face banishment or worse. Poppa was the Prophet and he spoke the truth. An infidel had no rights once they spoke against Poppa. Lily began to experience discomfort but was careful to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Poppa squeezed her breasts harshly and his cock rammed inside her mercilessly. She really wanted to rest but Lily knew the night was still young. Once Poppa was finished with her he would be carried from the room by twelve harlots. The harlots were a group women in the community who had no man to care for them. Their husbands had tired of them or lost them due to unpaid taxes or community dues of some sort and so gave them up to the council. The women belonged to the council, were used regularly by the council and by the Prophet. This was usually sexual use. The council only accepted the youngest, prettiest wives of course. Once they belonged to the council, they were stripped of their names and their clothes and allowed only to wear a red string around each nipple. As Poppa finished squeezing off a shot of seed into her pussy, he instructed the slut to get up on her hands and knees. The congregation hummed in pleasure at seeing the young bitch's hole so nicely wet and used. Watt Masterson moved the tripod and camera light to the best angle for viewing. He knew the Poppa would love this little memento. Of course all the councilmen would enjoy it. Lily's thighs glistened with fluid and her ass was red from Poppa's spankings and urgings. Poppa was an active lover. Watt knew this from experience. It didn't matter what his age, Poppa believed the goal to a healthy life was lots of sex and God. The only was to get to God was to have a lot of sex with Poppa. Poppa pushed Lily's head down into the mattress and hunched over her small body. His hips ground and bumped into her soft skin and the congregation could tell Lily was receiving a special anointing. Her pussy gap was being buried in sticky, precious cum. Lily's mouth opened and she struggled to take long mouthfuls of air. Gasping she tried to match Poppa's thrusts. The young girl was clearly having trouble keeping up with her grandfather. When Poppa was involved in holy breeding rites God's spirit touched him and transformed him into a lion of sexual energy. He could fuck all night and did. When Poppa finished his task, he raised his hands high spoke while Lily raised his flaccid cock and buried it in her mouth. "Friends, neighbors, family ... I invite you all. I invite you to enter this lost lamb. I invite you to spread your seed and let your tools be the tills that help the planting began. Amen!" Poppa roared. The congregation raised their ecstatic voices in unison and moved towards Poppa, only parting long enough to let the harlots through. Once Poppa had left the room, the councilmen overwhelmed the small woman, grabbing breasts and pussy and legs.