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Slut Hunter

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I'd seen her around, the way a man couldn't help but see her. That long blonde hair, loose and curling around pale, slender shoulders. Soft blue eyes full of natural good humor and that smile, yeah, the one that promised nothing but warmth and comfort. She had dimples, tiny ones at the corners of her ripe, red lips. I wanted to kiss her there and taste her pink skin while my hands explored her perfect body. She didn't try to hide anything, but rather the girl was careless in the way she moved. Reckless in her sexuality. The way she accidentally posed just for me. Just for every man who happened to see her.

Her firm breasts were only large enough to fill my hands and topped with hard, pink nipples pointing towards heaven. Her taut belly and nothing waist gave way to soft, round hips and a small, tight ass that rolled hypnotically with every careless step she took. Her legs. She had long, smooth legs like a dancer, hard little calves and dainty feet in her open-toed shoes. She painted her toenails red like her fingers, like her lips. Passion red. Blood red.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked with a soft laugh, showing me the tip of her tongue.

"I'm not sure," I shrugged, trying not to look surprised that she'd turned so suddenly to face me.

"Hmmm…" she sighed, tilting her head just enough so a lock of hair fell across her eyes. "You've been following me all afternoon."

"Then maybe I am," I smiled and held out my hand. "I'm Jack."

"I'm Jill," she laughed happily and a dozen men stopped and stared as she let me hold her fingertips for a quick heartbeat.

"It must fate," I chuckled. "So where are you going next? Just in case I can't keep up or…"

"If I lose you?" She pulled her hair out of her face and looked around the shopping mall. "I'm supposed to meet some friends at the Orange Julius, but I don't know."

"Sounds like fun," I nodded. "I prefer bowling myself."

"Bowling?" she narrowed her eyes and then rolled them playfully. "You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "But if I have to choose between orange juice and ugly shoes…"

"Ha!" She liked that and I wasn't going to have to work this girl very hard. I never did, but I'd wanted to make absolutely sure, you know.

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"You got any condoms?" Jill asked in her little girl voice, blinking up at me as I rubbed the head my cock up and down her juicy slit.

"No," I shook my head. "Do you?"

"No!" she giggled and wriggled, working her ass around, begging for it. "I don't care. Put it in me."

"I'll pull out if you want," I said, just to tease her for a few more seconds.

"No way!" She swallowed thickly, keeping her eyes on mine. "That's the biggest dick I've seen in a month…"

"Yeah?"

"…I wanna feel it when you cum," Jill finished, dragging her fingernails along my thighs.

"Me too," I breathed, leaning into her so that her knees practically touched her ears.

I had her bent over double on that cheap motel bed, with Jill's long legs over my shoulders, giving my cock had straight shot into her moist sex. I kissed her mouth and pushed, feeling the dull pleasure of her plump labia splitting around me, turned inside as I found her delicate hole. She was tight, hot and wet already, and I went slowly because I wanted her to enjoy it.

An inch at a time, in and out while I teased her elfin tongue. It fluttered in her mouth like a butterfly, and when she moaned, I felt my heart quiver with lust. She was good, very good, and I could have lost myself so easily in her seductive charms. The sensation of her pussy opening, surrendering, massaging my swollen prick as I took her deeper. I fought down the urge to throw myself at her and find the bottom of her clasping cunt. Little Jill couldn't be that deep and I longed to kiss the pillow of her cervix and see the look on her angelic face.

"Oh!" she winced and her body spasmed as I touched bottom and I held myself there, pushing my tongue inside her open mouth once more.

I had another inch to give her, maybe two, and I started to grind gently, rocking my hips and working the smooth glans of my prick against the tiny bottleneck leading to her precious womb. The girl trembled and I drank her whimpers into my lungs. She'd found her first orgasm and I paused, giving her the moment as she moved beneath me. Jill had gone up the hill and now she was tumbling happily after, cumming on my erection and making it easier to work those last few inches inside.

"Ummm…" I grunted softly and thrust hard, finding her ass with my balls and that was it.

We were there and after a second or two, I started fucking her hard. Foreplay was over and the girl had taken all I had to give; now she just had to hold on for the ride. I took long, delicious strokes, pulling my cock nearly free of her humid pussy before taking it all back. My cockhead found her cervix again and again, bruising the soft walls of her sex without a single complaint passing her parted lips. She came again for me and the spasms left me breathless as her pussy gripped my fat cock like a buttery fist.

Her third cum was the one that finally pushed me over the edge. I tried to hold back, but the effort was useless and we both knew it. Jill spoke to me, between gasps and groans, through the fog of her orgasm, she told me cum. She asked me for it, demanded it, pleaded with me to fill her with my semen.

And when I did, when my balls seemed to leap into my gut as they expelled their hot load inside her burning womb, she smiled. She sighed and closed her eyes like an angel falling asleep. My cock jerked and my potent ejaculate exploded against her cervix. I was right there too, up tight against her, and my sperm laden semen wouldn't have far to go.

"God!" Jill giggled, opening her eyes and they shone like twin blue stars. "You really came a lot!"

"It's been awhile," I breathed, feeling the sweat running down my face as my cock spilled the last of my orgasm.

"I guess," she stuck her tongue out at me. "I wanna do it again."

"Alright," I agreed. "But first…"

I let her legs slip off my shoulders and Jill wrapped them eagerly around my waist. I smiled and reached behind me on the bed, keeping myself inside her and I wasn't going to go soft. I found my small pouch, a leather bound roll like a shaving kit, and I untied the leather cords while she offered me a curious look.

"What's that?" Jill wondered as I spread it out on the bed beside us, selecting one vile out of many and pulling the stopper.

"Holy water," I said, shaking it at the girl, making the sign of the cross and uttering the prayers in Latin.

"Ow! Fuck!" She jerked and tried to kick me, slapping at me with her hands.

I made the sign of the cross on her belly with ashes and then on her forehead, holding her steady with my left hand while my cock throbbed inside her convulsing cunt.

"Stop it! You perv! It hurts! Ow! Fucker! Dickhead! I'll kill you!"

That wasn't Jill talking. It was the lust inside her.

I found a tattered remnant of the Shroud of St. Anne the Pure and I pressed it over her heart. Jill was fucking me again, like I knew she would, fighting the exorcism with the only real weapon she had…her horny cunt. The girl's blue eyes seemed to clear and she smiled, no longer struggling, but only moving her hips in a tight circle, working her sex around my prick.

"You don't have to do that," she told me. "Make love to me instead."

I ignored her words and closed my eyes so that her beauty wouldn't tempt me away from my sacred duty.

"I'm not a slut," Jill said softly, lightly caressing my heart with her voice. "I love you. I want to stay with you. Take me home. Please?"

I used dust from the Holy Testicles of St. Nathan the Chaste, sprinkling it over Jill's heaving breasts.

"Can I call you Daddy?" she asked me, biting her bottom lip and blinking back tears. "Don't hurt me anymore, Daddy. I won't be bad! I promise. I'll be your good little girl."

Lastly, I used the Immaculate Crucifix that Mother Theresa had worn for some fifty years and Jill's eyes flew open at the sight of it.

"No!" she gasped, renewing her struggles, but it was far too late for that.

I hardened my heart to sympathy, mercy, and even remorse for the pain I had to inflict as I placed the crucifix around her neck. She jerked this way and that, shaking her silken hair like a golden mane, but I noosed her easily and the faint smell of burning flesh filled the room as the simple cross branded the girl forever between her breasts.

She screamed long and loud, and I pushed her legs once more over my shoulders as I began to pump her with my turgid rod. I prayed loudly for the Lord to fill me and make of me an instrument of his bidding. To use me as his Holy Vassal and loose the Holy Spirit into the girl's corrupt womb.

"My God!" I gasped as His strength filled me.

I drove myself into the girl relentlessly, breathing the ancient words as the moment came near. When the girl had her final orgasm, so then did my cock erupt with the cleansing Spirit of the Lord. I held myself deep inside her, baptizing her with the scalding Purity of His Divine Will.

The lust in her heart was gone. The stain on her soul forgiven.

"Are you okay?" I asked, stroking Jill's innocent face and watching her eyes open.

"It's gone. Isn't it?" the fourteen year old girl wondered, blinking back the tears that filled her eyes.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Thank you!" She pulled me down, kissing me on the cheek. "Oh! Thank you. You saved me!"

"I'll take you home," I said, pulling my semi-hard cock from her sex gently.

"What's your name?" Jill asked, biting her lip shyly and using a sheet to cover her immodesty.

"Valentine…" I told her. "Father Jack Valentine."

 

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