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Unholy Desires (MF, intr, nc, drugs, preg)
by Black Demon (ddtjb@my-deja.com)
***
The wedding date was soon approaching for the lovely
Deanna Williams and her fiance Drew Hollington. As
Deanna's Uncle Jim was a professional photographer, it
was only natural that he would photograph the wedding.
To avoid a potential time crunch on her wedding day and
to ensure a top-quality bridal shoot for his favorite
niece, he had suggested the bridal shots be taken at the
church several days prior to the actual wedding.
Deanna had stopped by the church weeks in advance and
met with the priest and church secretary. The church
would be available on the Monday evening prior to the
scheduled wedding and they indicated she was more than
welcome to have photos taken then. As the
janitor/handyman had just started at 4 p.m., Deanna was
introduced to the elderly black man, who would let her
into the church on the night of the photo shoot.
Ike Tarver was only too pleased to meet the lovely
bride-to-be. He shook her dainty hand in greeting. His
old black cock giving a twitch at the feel of such a
soft dainty white girl's hand. Ike would give anything
to feel this dainty hand stroking his shriveled black
cock. He noticed the beauty flinch as he held her hand a
bit longer than necessary. Ike was surprised to learn
that this beauty was getting married as she appeared to
be only a teenager. In making this comment, Deanna
blushed and advised him that she was truly 23 years of
age.
In all of his 70 years of age, Ike had never seen such a
beauty as this. So young and virginal looking, with a
flawless ivory body, this beauty had old Ike drooling
like an idiot. "God, I'd give anything for a chance to
get into his little beauty's tight little panties. What
I'd give to 'ruin' such an innocent white bitch and
maybe knock her up with a black baby", he thought to
himself. He was so old that even the ugly prostitutes
merely laughed at him when he tried to buy their
services.
For the last 10 years of so, Ike could only get off with
the assistance of his hand. In his entire life, Ike had
only dreamt of what it'd feel like in defiling a
beautiful white woman. Never had he lucked out in
finding a white woman, other than some ugly prostitutes,
who would give him the time of day but even that was
many years ago.
Each night, for the next two weeks, Ike lay in bed and
wanked away at his shriveled and drooping black cock. He
wished he could get it back up to the 10" that he
proudly possessed as a young man. But with age, it
seemed to have shriveled and drooped somewhat, even
though hard as he could get it.
But he could still get it to grow to a full 8" in
length. As he pictured the beautiful Deanna Williams he
would soon dribble out a thick flow of hot cum, a
bubbling up of his thick cum versus the streams he could
shoot in the good ole days.
An evening photo shoot would work out perfectly, as
Deanna did not want to take her uncle away from his
studio during the day. Also, Deanna wanted the day
available to handle the real estate showings and not
miss any potential sales. A sale would definitely help
with the expenses of the wedding. She would go from her
last appointment directly to the church and change into
her wedding gown there, having packed it carefully in
her car that day.
On the Monday of the photo shoot, Deanna was a bit
exhausted from the number of showings but was quite
happy to have closed the sale at the end of the day. The
paperwork took longer than anticipated and Deanna rushed
to the church. The old janitor greeted her as she
arrived and greeted her with a handshake.
For some reason, this man made her skin crawl, feeling
his touch was far longer than necessary. His eyes
appeared to be stripping her of her clothing. But Deanna
dismissed it as this was a church and scolded herself
for even thinking such a thing.
Ike directed the lovely bride-to-be to the dressing room
where she could change into her beautiful wedding gown.
Ike looked at the lovely beauty, dressed in an alluring
outfit consisting of a white blazer, emerald green silk
blouse, white skirt and heels. He looked at Deanna's
trim ivory legs, encased in her trim white heels as she
walked to the dressing room, with her makeup kit, small
hair dryer, and wedding gown. 'God', he thought, 'I'd
give anything to get between those sweet white legs', as
he stroked his pulsing black cock through his pants.
Ike thought of just bursting into the dressing room and
raping the young beauty there, but dismissed the thought
as the photographer would be arriving at any moment. Ike
saw the lovely blonde emerge from the dressing room,
purchase a coke from the machine and return to the
dressing room.
A few minutes later, Ike watched Deanna walk to the
church's parking to retrieve another item. Ike's mind
began racing. He quickly got his wallet out and searched
for the 'roofie' that he always carried with him. He had
purchased it months ago on the chance that he could slip
it to an unsuspecting beauty. This was his chance to use
this knockout drug for the first time ever. He rushed to
the empty dressing room and quickly slipped the 'roofie'
into the bride's can of coke.
Watching Deanna return from the parking lot, Ike smiled
to the lovely bride-to-be as she returned with her
bridal veil. His eyes followed her every step back into
the dressing room.
Ten minutes later, Ike observed Deanna step out of the
dressing room in her stunning white lace wedding gown,
minus her bridal veil. He saw her peer into the parking
lot and smile as she observed her uncle's van. Ike
followed the excited bride out to the van, offering to
help the photographer unload his gear. This allowed
Deanna to return to finish primping in the dressing
room, at which time Ike also hoped she would finish her
can of coke.
While the photographer was unpacking some of his
equipment, the cunning janitor seized the opportunity to
hide one of the camera bags. The photographer chatted
good-naturedly with the janitor as he adjusted the
studio lights, failing to notice the sinister smile on
the old man's face as Ike observed the beautiful bride
emerging from the dressing room and tossing the empty
coke can in the trash. It was then that the photographer
realized the camera bag was missing.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I must've left my camera bag out in
the van," Deanna's uncle shrugged. "I'll just run out to
the van and be right back, okay?"
Ike followed the unwitting photographer out to the van,
smiling to himself in the knowledge the search would
turn up empty. "Listen, Ike, I must've left it back at
the studio," the photographer sighed, then added "Tell
ya what let's do. I'll zip back to the studio and be
right back, okay? It oughta take me about twenty minutes
or so each way, and tell Deanna I'll phone her from the
studio before I head back, okay?"
"Yessa, I'll tell 'er for ya," Ike waved as he shuffled
back toward the church. Ike relayed the message to the
disappointed young bride-to-be, then left her to the
effects of the rohypnol. He noted that she was already a
bit shaky, visibly affected by the drug, knowing it
would only be a few more minutes until she was passed
out cold.
Ike watched the beautiful blonde in her long white
wedding gown, the white symbol of purity. He saw her
head and veil begin to bob, a signal that the mind-
numbing effects of the drug were taking their toll.
After 10 minutes, the bride's head slumped to the side,
in a deep sleep caused by the 'roofie'. Ike took it
carefully as he approached the drugged beauty. He smiled
when the beauty did not respond to his shaking of her
shoulder.
The beautiful bride was 5'3" and petite in size,
weighing only 115 lbs. Although the black janitor was 70
years of age, he kept in shape with all the handy work
and lifting this little beauty was no problem at all.
With one hand under the knees and one along her back,
Ike had to carry the beauty only a few feet to lay her
at the foot of the alter. As he carried her, the bride's
purse fell onto the top step. Laying her on her back, he
let the bride's legs drape down the steps.
Panting in anticipation, the old black janitor licked
his lips and drew the bridal gown up to reveal the trim
ivory legs and thighs. As this was only a photo shoot,
Deanna felt there was no need to wear the white nylons.
Ike groaned with lust as he stared at the unconscious
bride, her wedding gown lewdly hiked up to her waist.
Ike knew he had to hurry as he had only 30 minutes or so
before the bride's uncle returned. He gazed at the lacy
white panties that covered the bride's precious jewel.
The stubby black fingers began to caress the silky piece
of protection.
The black hands grasped the tiny white garment and drew
it down the trim ivory thighs, revealing the soft blonde
fleece. Ike took a deep breath as he drew the lacy white
panties down the trim legs, over and off the trim white
heels. Licking his lips, Ike just had to get a taste of
the sweet honey pie before him. Spreading the trim white
thighs, he leaned forward to bury his face in the soft
mound. Then, his thick tongue darted forward to part the
furry mound and licked at the warm slick groove. Burying
his tongue in the tight snatch, the old man lapped at
the sweet nectar.
Not having had a woman in years, the old janitor knew he
had to get his cock into the lovely bride soon or shoot
his load onto the carpeted floor. He knelt at the top
step and pulled the drugged bride till her precious
treasure was at the edge of the step, right at the level
of his hardening black cock. Ike groaned as his cock
touched the soft golden fleece, having to hold still or
lose his load before getting it in. Then he pushed
against the tight slit, pushing harder to force his
black tool into the drugged bride.
He reared his bony black frame back and shoved forward
again and again, burying his cock as deep as he could.
Ike smiled knowing he had just done the unthinkable and
nailed this innocent white bride. He would soon be
spurting his thick load into this unsuspecting young
beauty. Ike wondered what her loving fiance would say if
he knew he was not going to get the precious treasure he
anticipated, as that treasure was now being 'ruined' by
a nigger's cock.
Then Ike was startled as the cell phone began to ring in
the bride's purse. Ike looked and traced the sound to
the purse that lay a few feet away. Then he remembered
her uncle mentioning that he would call from the studio.
Reaching over, pulling his cock out till only the black
cockhead was enveloped in the slick quim, Ike got the
purse and emptied it to find the damn phone.
Answering the phone, it was indeed the bride's uncle.
Ike advised him that the bride had asked him to answer
the phone should it ring and had gone to redo her
makeup.
The photographer advised Ike that the camera bag wasn't
at the studio and asked if he could recheck the church
and parking lot again, just in case it had been
overlooked earlier. Ike told him it was no problem and
would look around a bit and would be back with him in a
couple of minutes. With that, Ike put the phone down and
began his fucking of the beautiful bride in earnest.
It less than a minute, Ike could feel the telltale
tingle and knew he was about to explode in the unwitting
blonde's snug little pussy. But just as he was about to
cum, he picked up the cell phone and groaned into it
"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh! Here it is! I got it!", as his
black cock erupted like a geyser deep in the womb of the
bride.
Five minutes later, Ike pulled his shriveled old cock
from the tight confines. It was released with a 'pop'.
Ike kneeled and observed the beautiful but now 'ruined'
little bride. He smiled, hoping that he may just have
knocked up the little beauty. With only about 15 more
minutes before her uncle returned, Ike knew he could not
get his dwindling old cock back up in time.
Ike glanced over at the items on the floor, contents of
the beauty's purse. He noticed a disposable camera
laying on the floor. Ike grabbed it and found that it
was fully loaded. As disposable cameras were relatively
inexpensive, Ike was not worried that it would be
discovered missing as it could be easily replaced by the
lovely bride.
As a real estate agent, Deanna considered the disposable
camera a valuable and necessary tool, often
photographing property and new listings, but she could
have never imagined that someday this valuable and
necessary tool would be used by a rapist to photograph
her own humiliating defilement.
To set the stage, Ike dragged the beauty back and
propped her up against the base of the alter. He pulled
the wedding gown up and bunched it at the waist. Then he
bent Deanna's trim white legs up, with the spikes of the
white heels in the carpet, he then spread wide the trim
white thighs.
Then the real 'photo shoot' of the lovely bride began.
The sleeping bride's face would be clearly visible and
recognizable. He had first lifted the bridal veil for
the photo shoot to begin. Looking at the soft pink lips
of the young beauty, the now soft and shrinking black
cock twitched at the thought of those sweet lips on his
cock. He just had to have those sweet lips on his cock.
He leaned forward and rubbed his twitching cock and
rubbed a filthy coat of his mucous over her soft lips.
Pushing forward a bit, the soft pink lips opened a bit
to admit the slimy cockhead. Ike leaned back as far as
he could and snapped three shots of the obscene sight,
just as his cock twitched out its final flow of its
slimy goo. Backing off and zipping up his pants, he
began clicking away, moving up till the last few shots
were only of the bride's soiled beaver. Those last shots
showed the thick nigger goo oozing from the reddened
slit.
Once the entire roll was depleted, Ike retrieved the
lacy white panties and drew it up over the white heels
and back into place. Then Ike carried the bride to the
first pew, laying her there to sleep it off as he
gathered and returned the contents to her purse, minus
the disposable camera he kept for himself.
Upon the return of the bride's uncle, Ike advised him
that "Ms. Williams mentioned she was exhausted and
apparently fell asleep a while ago. "No wonder," Uncle
Jim shrugged, "I mean, the stress of planning her
wedding, working seven days a week selling real estate
must've just wiped her right out," Uncle Jim told the
janitor. Thus Ike and Uncle Jim began loading up the
equipment.
Then Uncle Jim tried futilely to wake his niece but it
was obvious she would be too tired to drive even if he
woke her. Uncle Jim was well aware that his niece was a
notoriously sound sleeper, so he was not overly
concerned that his efforts to rouse her had failed.
Besides, it was obvious the bridal shoot would have to
be either postponed or canceled anyway.
Uncle Jim told the janitor that they'd pick up Deanna's
car the next day. As a photographer, Uncle Jim knew it
would ruin his niece's wedding gown to leave her in it
much longer, so he carried her into the dressing room.
There he redressed her in the white skirt, blazer and
silk blouse she 'd worn to the church. Then Uncle Jim
carried his beautiful niece to the van.
As the janitor opened the side door to the van, the
bride was carefully laid onto the back seat. The wily
old codger breathed a sigh of relief as the van pulled
away, secure in the knowledge he had just raped and
defiled the beautiful young bride-to-be, and neither she
nor her uncle were any the wiser.
*
The next day, however, the old janitor had felt very
guilty. Not for having raped the beautiful young bride
in her wedding gown, but he felt guilty for having
sinned right in his own church. Ike had worked at the
church for over 20 years. He and Father Riley, the
elderly priest, had become close friends. He just had to
confess his sins to the understanding priest.
Father Riley was shocked to hear this confession,
especially as he had seen the lovely beauty just that
morning when she came for her car. Father Riley had
talked with the lovely bride-to-be and she had merely
apologized for having to leave her car overnight. She
assumed she had been so totally exhausted from work and
the upcoming wedding that she had simply dozed off while
awaiting her uncle's return. Now, after this confession,
Father Riley knew it was the work of the drug that had
really put the beauty out.
On the other side of the confessional, Father Riley
could not help the twitching of his own cock as he
pictured the lovely Ms. Deanna Williams in her wedding
gown being raped by the old black janitor. Deep down,
Father Riley wondered just what it would feel like to
make love to a beautiful woman like Ms. Williams. Father
Riley had joined the priesthood at an early age and had
taken the oath of celibacy, which he had been faithful
to.
In fact, Father Riley had been struggling with unholy
thoughts and sins of the flesh, having masturbated since
puberty. Thus, he had then joined the priesthood, hoping
to exorcise the demons within him, but, over the years
he occasionally gave in to his urge to masturbate,
breaking his vow of abstinence.
Father Riley thought of the potential consequences, had
the rape been discovered. Not only would the church be
disgraced but it could have faced a lawsuit, as the rape
occurred on church property and by a church employee. At
least the victim was unaware she'd been drugged and
raped, so unless the janitor told anyone else, that
secret would remain in the confessional.
As a precaution, however, Father Riley advised the
janitor that he had to turn over the remaining roofies
in his possession immediately. The janitor would receive
absolution on the condition that his sins not be
discussed with anyone else. Ike Tarver readily agreed
and passed the roofies through the small opening to the
holy father.
Also, Father Riley demanded that Ike Tarver turn over
all the photos and negatives taken of the bride.
Reluctantly, the janitor slipped a large envelope
through the opening. With that and a hundred Hail
Mary's, Ike Tarver was absolved of his sins in the
church.
That evening and the next, the portly old priest went to
bed dreaming of the defilement of the beautiful blonde
bride, to whom he would soon be administering the vow of
holy matrimony. Father Riley had illicit thoughts before
but nothing of this magnitude. The elderly priest opened
the envelope containing the obscene photographs of the
bride in her wedding gown.
Viewing the beautiful bride in such lewd and provocative
poses, Father Riley again resorted to masturbation for
relief. He was surprised to see the end results of his
ejaculation, never having produced such an amount of
sinful fluid. This was followed by extreme guilt for his
sins. But with the passage of time, the guilt waned and
the lustful thoughts resurfaced.
Thursday evening came and Father Riley was at the church
to preside over the wedding rehearsal of Ms. Deanna
Williams and Mr. Drew Hollington. Seeing the beautiful
bride-to-be, Father Riley's cock rose to attention under
his black robe, wanting desperately to sample the
treasures that the church's janitor had discovered.
The bridal couple and their respective parents were
there, along with the entire bridal party, thus Father
Riley knew it would be difficult to be alone with the
lovely bride for any length of time . Deanna greeted him
and introduced him each of the bridal party. The elderly
priest took in the beauty of the matron of honor, Mrs.
Tina Fleming. Tina, 23 years of age, had long blonde
hair and was about the same height as the bride.
During the break, while the bride was going over the
wedding ceremony with both hers and Drew's parents,
Father Riley chatted briefly with the matron of honor.
In talking with her, Father Riley learned that she was
totally in love with her husband, Larry Fleming.
It was obvious that she had been and always would be
faithful to her vow of holy matrimony. Father Riley
learned that her loving husband had been called out of
town earlier that day due to a business emergency,
otherwise he would have accompanied her to the wedding
rehearsal. Tina expressed her hope that the emergency
problem could be solved quickly so her husband could
make it back in time for the wedding.
At the end of the rehearsal, Father Riley finally
managed to talk to the beautiful bride, wanting to be
close to her. To imagine those pink lips around the
janitor's black cock and then picturing those pink lips
on his own throbbing cock. Throughout the night, he
continually caught himself staring at the lovely Deanna
in her sexy heels, envious of the old janitor for having
succeeded in spreading those ivory thighs, and
remembering how sexy she looked in those obscene photos
Ike had given him.
He smiled at the thought of the beautiful bride possibly
carrying the child of the old black janitor. How he
wished he could manage exactly what the janitor had
accomplished.
Saturday came quickly and Deanna was most thankful for
having Tina by her side. The stress and crisis
encountered during the day would have been too much had
her best friend not been there for her. The wedding
ceremony had gone smoothly, as well as the reception at
the elegant hotel on the gulf. With the reception coming
to an end, the celebration would be left to the younger
crowd to party and dance the night away, thus Deanna
shooed Tina away to join the party group.
Father Riley had managed to be alone with the bride only
briefly. The hectic schedule of the wedding ceremony and
reception had the bride and groom busy, especially with
the many interruptions and many people congratulating
them or trying to congratulate them. It was obvious that
the groom would be at the bride's side throughout their
memorable day.
Father Riley was quite disappointed, knowing he could
not fulfill his dreams of taking advantage of the
beautiful bride, forced to suppress his desires since
the janitor's confession and constant viewing of the
photos.
Father Riley sat near the bridal party, drinking
straight shots of whisky, trying to keep his mind off
the bride. Then Tina came over to sit with the group.
Father Riley recalled talking to the matron of honor at
the wedding rehearsal on Thursday. He seemed to recall
that her husband was out of town on a business emergency
during the rehearsal.
Tina sat across the table from Father Riley and
reintroduced herself to the portly priest, as they had
only talked briefly at the rehearsal. Father Riley
suddenly realized how much the attractive matron of
honor resembled the bride. He swallowed hard and his
mind began to race. Deanna and Tina each had long blonde
hair, hazel eyes and were just about the same height.
Knowing that he would be unable to satisfy his desires
for the bride, he needed to somehow relieve the pent-up
lust in his body, this woman across of him piqued a new
interest. In chatting with Mrs. Fleming, it appeared her
husband was unable to make it back for the wedding due
to the business emergency. Father Riley looked at the
blonde woman across of him, dressed in a stunning red
bridesmaid gown with matching heels and full-length
evening gloves.
As the room grew warmer throughout the evening, Tina
wanted to get a bit more comfortable and dance a bit
with her friends. With the reception coming to a close
and many guests having left, Tina removed the full-
length evening gloves. Then opening her purse, she
secured her wedding band and diamond ring and placed
them on her ring finger.
All this did not escape the attention of the elderly
priest. Besides his lust for the beautiful bride, one
fixation that had always plagued him was his desire for
married woman, though he had never sought to satisfy
that fixation. But he desperately needed relief and this
woman, without her husband present, offered the perfect
solution.
It was unfortunate that Tina's husband could not wrap
up the business emergency in time to fly back for the
wedding. Deanna was a bit worried that Larry was not
here enjoying the night with them and to accompany his
wife on the drive home. Tina looked lovely in the red
bridesmaid's gown with spaghetti straps, accenting her
ivory white skin even more.
Before making their escape, Deanna wanted to thank her
best friend for all the help that she had given her. It
was immediately apparent to Deanna that Tina was a bit
woozy from all the alcohol, so the concerned bride asked
her brother Tim and Drew's brother Robby to look after
Tina, but Father Riley reassured her he would personally
see to it that Tina got safely home.
Tina giggled and told Deanna not to worry about her, and
that the bride and groom should already be up in the
honeymoon suite by now. Deanna smiled back, thrilled to
finally be Mrs. Drew Hollington and relieved to know her
best friend was in good hands.
The reception continued on for another hour before the
party finally wound down. Father Riley's hand felt the
odd object in the pocket of his jacket, then realized
what it was. The object was the drug that he had
confiscated during the janitor's confession. It was the
mind-numbing drug Ike Tarver had used to rape the
unwitting bride. A drug that Ike Tarver had told him was
called a 'roofie', before he had explained what the drug
actually did. Father Riley remembered that Ike had told
him it would take twenty minutes or so for the drug to
take full effect.
"Well, Tina, why don' t you enjoy one last dance while I
get us another drink, and then I'll drive you home,
okay?" "Thanks, Father!," Tina slurred, "Sure, why not?
One for the road, huh?"
Both Tim and Robby had returned to the table, asking if
they could assist in taking Tina home and not trouble
the good father. But Father Riley advised each of them
that it was a solemn promise he made to the bride and as
this was the bride's wedding day, he must follow through
with his promise. With that explanation, neither Tim nor
Robby had a rebuttal.
After downing one last drink, Father Riley helped the
noticeably drunk and woozy matron of honor to his car.
Opening the door for her, Father Riley got a glimpse of
her cleavage with the top of her ivory breasts standing
out due to light and the red bridesmaid's gown. He then
licked his lips as he gazed at the petite blonde near
him.
As Father Riley helped Tina into his car, the long slit
on the left side of her dress parted, revealing a long
slender white leg. Father Riley was beside himself at
this point, lustful thoughts and desires flooding
through him.
Fifteen minutes into the drive, Father Riley talked
casually to Tina, learning that she and her husband were
sweethearts from high school but didn't get married till
after college. She and Larry Fleming had been married
for just two years. He also learned that they had been
trying to start a family but had no success to date.
Finally, Tina pointed out the street she lived on and to
the house she shared with her husband. The alcohol had
obviously taken its full effect on Tina Fleming, her
voice slurred and her legs were wobbly when Father Riley
opened the car door for her. The elderly priest smiled
at the condition of the young wife, fingering the
confiscated drug in his coat pocket, thinking of just
what the drug would really do.
Father Riley had his arm around the young housewife,
keeping her from falling in her condition. Tina managed
to get the house key from her purse but it was Father
Riley who had to finally unlock the door for her and
help her into the house. Once inside, Father Riley
escorted Tina to the large armchair and had her sit back
and relax. Then he asked where the tea was so he could
make her a hot cup, saying it would make her feel much
better once she had some.
*
In the kitchen, the tea was easily made. However, Father
Riley could not suppress his evil desire to take
advantage of this young wife, right in her own marital
bed. His hands were shaking as he dropped the small
white pill with the word "Roche" emblazoned on it into
the unsuspecting wife's tea. He watched as it quickly
dissolved without a trace. Placing the cup of 'special'
tea on a tray, along with a cup of regular tea for
himself, he carried it out to the living room.
He watched the young wife consume the 'special' tea and
then poured her a regular cup. As he sipped on his tea,
Father Riley made small talk with the drugged wife,
noticing her voice slurring more as time went by. After
the second cup of tea, a bit more than twenty minutes
since she consumed the drugged tea, it was obvious to
Father Riley that the young wife was dozing off right
before him.
"Let me help you to your room, Mrs. Fleming!" the priest
spoke commandingly. With that, he helped the staggering
wife up from the chair. Everything was spinning in
Tina's mind at this point, unable to focus in any detail
that was taking place as she was helped to her bedroom.
Tina was helped along to her bedroom. Father Riley
flipped on the light switch, which lit up the two lamps
along either side of the bed. Then Tina lay upon her
bed, a deep sleep came upon her in just another moment.
Father Riley watched the sleeping young wife, laying on
her marital bed. He anxiously waited five minutes, not
wanting to be surprised by Mrs. Fleming awakening from
her drug induced sleep. Then he shook her by the
shoulders, calling her name, but getting no response.
His heart was pounding in anticipation and he was
breathing hard.
Catching his breath, he placed his hand on a bare thigh.
He then began to move his hand slowly upwards to touch
Tina's womanhood through her lacy red panties. Father
Riley groaned moments later, as he felt Tina's panties
becoming damp with her juices, a result of this unwanted
stimulation.
Then the good Father took another step forward, moving
his hand upward to gain entrance into the lacy garment.
His heart was pounding in his chest as his middle finger
slid down and made contact with Tina's slick groove.
Then the middle finger slipped in, worming its way to
his second knuckle. Father Riley thought he was having a
heart attack the way his heart was pounding.
Then Father Riley removed his invading finger and
brought his right hand to his face, inhaling the
fragrance of the sweet honey. Then he began to lick his
finger, for it had the thick heady musk of her sex on
it. He reached out to cradle the sleeping beauty, his
right hand slowly creeping down to the top of the low
cut gown.
His thick fingers sneaking below the low neckline,
touching the top of the matching red lacy bra. Pudgy
fingers delving further, the fingers encountered the
soft mound of flesh. And then the priest's finger
reached his prize, squeezing the hardening pink nipple
between his fingers.
The excited priest knew he had to experience all that
was possible in this one night, knowing such an
opportunity may never present itself again. But he had
to be certain that the unsuspecting victim remain that
way, in not knowing that a rape had taken place. Peeling
the thin straps off the milk white shoulders, the priest
tugged the top of the dress down a bit and pulled the
lacy bra to reveal the pink capped ivory breasts.
Having freed her firm white breasts from the confines of
her lacy bra, the lusting old priest shifted his
attention to her red lace panties, drawing them down
over the slim hips and down the long trim legs. The
priest gulped, bringing the lacy panties to his face and
inhaled the sweet fragrance. He then gazed upon the
golden hair flowing around the young wife, displayed in
all her splendor.
The priest then shucked his clothing, shoes and
undergarment to reveal his grossly overweight body. He
returned to the young wife's thighs and licked his way
up to the beauty's precious jewel, located in the soft
golden fleece between her trim thighs.
Upon reaching his goal, the priest buried his face into
the soft golden fleece and rubbed his face about. Then
his thick wet tongue darted out in search of the
precious jewel. And then he found the slick groove. The
priest shivered at the intoxicating heady scent wafting
up from between her trim legs. Then his tongue found the
thick clit and began to tongue it playfully and trying
to nip it with his teeth, causing the petite body to
hunch up at his face in an uncontrolled response.
It was almost too much for the flabby priest, this being
his first time ever to experience all the events taking
place on this marital bed. He tried to rationalize this
evil rape by telling himself he was merely helping the
young wife in her desire to start a family.
With that, Father Riley scooted forward till his thick
shaft teased at the entrance to the golden fleece.
Rubbing his shaft up and down, the blunt shaft gained
entrance into the beauty's precious womanhood. Pumping
forward again and again, the thick shaft was slowly
buried to the entrance of the fertile womb.
The flabby priest lay upon the petite young wife,
bending his head to lick and taste the soft pink
nipples, teasing them to hardness and rubbing his hairy
chest against the hard buds. Grasping the trim hips, the
elderly priest began to fuck the beautiful young wife,
determined to fuck the hell out of her. In no time, the
body of the old priest began to shake "Ohhhhhh
...ohhhhhhhh!" the priest groaned, as his twitching old
cock hardened like a rock and exploded its hot juice
into the fertile womb of the unconscious wife.
A half hour later, the flabby priest awoke from his
exhausted doze, raising his body from the defiled young
beauty. He gazed down at the sleeping beauty, watching
the white fluid oozing from her precious jewel. Now
nervous that the evidence would reveal the rape, Father
Riley rushed to the bathroom for some tissues to wipe
away the evidence.
He reached for the lace panties on the floor and
struggled to get them onto the unconscious woman. Next,
he pulled the lacy bra up into the proper position and
pulled the spaghetti straps up onto her shoulders. He
grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the sleeping young
wife, making it appear that she merely fell asleep atop
the bed.
Before leaving, Father Riley removed all evidence that
he had even been in the Fleming's house. He washed the
tea cups and other items used to make the tea and put
the items back exactly where he had obtained them. If
ever questioned, he would merely say that he had
escorted Mrs. Fleming to her front door only and then
bid her goodbye.
*
Six weeks later it was confirmed that Tina Fleming was
in fact pregnant, and the unwitting husband and wife
were thrilled. "Honey, let's surprise Deanna and Drew
with the news on Sunday. Their church isn't much further
than ours, and we could just meet them there and thank
Father Riley at the same time. You remember my telling
you I told him that you and I were trying to start a
family, and he said he'd pray for me to conceive. Oh,
won't he be thrilled to know his prayer was answered?"
spoke Tina excitedly.
On Sunday morning, the excited couple arrived early,
and, upon seeing the Hollington's car pull up into the
church's parking lot, Tina rushed over to greet her best
friend. The two best friends embraced each other. Then
Tina pulled back a bit to announce "Guess what, I'm
finally pregnant! I wanted to come here today to tell
you and to thank Father Riley for saying that special
prayer for me!"
Then Tina noticed the tearing in Deanna's hazel eyes, as
she bit her lip from crying. "Deanna, honey, you mean
you haven't told Tina our good news yet? You haven't
told her that you're pregnant too?" Drew questioned.
Tina looked at her best friend and hugged her,
whispering softly in her ear "Oh, Deanna, I'm so sorry!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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