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and she almost wished that she could reach under her and gently clasp at his swinging balls. She turned her face sideways just so that he could see the effect he was having on her.
Kneeling above her, The Reverend Pike watched the brownish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn’t want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw the sperm right out of his duct with the ferocity of a geyser at every stroke.
He gaped at his fleshy, violent shaft disappearing between her smooth, white, gyrating buttocks with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its bell-shaped, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly.
“Ooooohhhh, Oooohhhh,” she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument, buried to his balls, felt like the length of an axe haft in her near-ruptured anal sphincter. Dear God, she was hopelessly impaled!
The Reverend Pike’s testicles ached and his prick cavorted as if it were spring-loaded each time he rammed into her, and now she was moaning and adding to his joy by the movement of her delicate rump and the hollowing of her back. He watched her beautiful profile as his lips bared back from his teeth in a silent snarl of lust. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head turning from side to side now, her long chestnut hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a madwoman... and she was panting for more. She was his... completely his! A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked... and he did, gouging his cock into her rectal passage and leaving it there, listening to her whine as he merely jostled his loins, moving it tantalizingly about with fiendish delight.
“Oh… yes, yes,” she hissed. “Bugger me! Bugger me!”
The Reverend Pike leered to himself in his fanatical pleasure. It was time now. In a ferocious thrust he yet again plunged his cock until his grizzled pubic hair tickled her and his heavy balls slapped her vulval cleft.
“Are you content, my child?”
“Oh yes, Reverend, oh yes!” she groaned, a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly the path to a righteous orgasm was revealed to Kate, no longer a distant possibility, but an imminent certainty.
He withdrew his prick to the glans, then thrust it forward until his balls slapped heavily against the flowered split of her cunt in one long, slow stroke. His cock tingled; his hairy, dangling cod tightened around his heavy, sperm-laden balls that were suddenly alive with fire. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that torrent of sperm surging into her beautiful governess’s arse; dear Lord, how he loved these rituals!
Pike began to stroke ever more rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. She felt the Handmaidens’ fingers work diligently on her nipples and even dally with her clitoris. She moaned loudly with the pleasure-pain.
“Oh yes. Fuck your great cock into me! Ram it into me! Bugger me hard! Squirt your filthy seed into my bottom!” she wailed back at him in a near-hysterical voice.
Her sudden obscene response to his cruel sodomy drove the Reverend Pike on like an enraged satyr. He reached down and pulled her arse-cheeks wide apart, commencing to drive his pelvis into her soft, yielding buttocks with hard, vicious slaps that filled the room resoundingly and drew approving, conspiratorial glances among the congregation as they became aware of the impending crisis. Sweat from his face dripped into her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten. His breathing came in short puffing gasps like those of a tired oarsman, his vision locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over
Kneeling above her, The Reverend Pike watched the brownish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn’t want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw the sperm right out of his duct with the ferocity of a geyser at every stroke.
He gaped at his fleshy, violent shaft disappearing between her smooth, white, gyrating buttocks with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its bell-shaped, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly.
“Ooooohhhh, Oooohhhh,” she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument, buried to his balls, felt like the length of an axe haft in her near-ruptured anal sphincter. Dear God, she was hopelessly impaled!
The Reverend Pike’s testicles ached and his prick cavorted as if it were spring-loaded each time he rammed into her, and now she was moaning and adding to his joy by the movement of her delicate rump and the hollowing of her back. He watched her beautiful profile as his lips bared back from his teeth in a silent snarl of lust. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head turning from side to side now, her long chestnut hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a madwoman... and she was panting for more. She was his... completely his! A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked... and he did, gouging his cock into her rectal passage and leaving it there, listening to her whine as he merely jostled his loins, moving it tantalizingly about with fiendish delight.
“Oh… yes, yes,” she hissed. “Bugger me! Bugger me!”
The Reverend Pike leered to himself in his fanatical pleasure. It was time now. In a ferocious thrust he yet again plunged his cock until his grizzled pubic hair tickled her and his heavy balls slapped her vulval cleft.
“Are you content, my child?”
“Oh yes, Reverend, oh yes!” she groaned, a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly the path to a righteous orgasm was revealed to Kate, no longer a distant possibility, but an imminent certainty.
He withdrew his prick to the glans, then thrust it forward until his balls slapped heavily against the flowered split of her cunt in one long, slow stroke. His cock tingled; his hairy, dangling cod tightened around his heavy, sperm-laden balls that were suddenly alive with fire. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that torrent of sperm surging into her beautiful governess’s arse; dear Lord, how he loved these rituals!
Pike began to stroke ever more rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. She felt the Handmaidens’ fingers work diligently on her nipples and even dally with her clitoris. She moaned loudly with the pleasure-pain.
“Oh yes. Fuck your great cock into me! Ram it into me! Bugger me hard! Squirt your filthy seed into my bottom!” she wailed back at him in a near-hysterical voice.
Her sudden obscene response to his cruel sodomy drove the Reverend Pike on like an enraged satyr. He reached down and pulled her arse-cheeks wide apart, commencing to drive his pelvis into her soft, yielding buttocks with hard, vicious slaps that filled the room resoundingly and drew approving, conspiratorial glances among the congregation as they became aware of the impending crisis. Sweat from his face dripped into her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten. His breathing came in short puffing gasps like those of a tired oarsman, his vision locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over
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