The Ambitious Freshman - Sex Stories

The Ambitious Freshman

... erect and rock hard clitoris with one hand and pinching and squeezing her tits and nipples with the other.. “Ohhhh fuck missssss Kushnaa…ohhh FUCK!” “Am I hurting you my master?” the girl asked. She knew very well that the priest had never experienced anything as good as her, not even from her own mother, as his moans were not moans of pain. But to settle a little matter of family competition she asked a few unusual questions… “So…am I being a good little girl father?” “Mmm hmm..” the man groaned in approval. “Yes…you…are. You are being a VERY good girl miss Kushna…” “I like being your slave and whore Father O’Reilly.” The girl continued with her teasing. “Am I good sexually Father? I mean…do I turn you on?” “Oh god yes miss Kushna…” The girl then took a long deep breath and ground her mouth and throat deep down onto the man's cock. Yes, it was a dangerous move as it might very well set O’Reilly off but it was one risk worth taking. Once her mouth was pressing against his pelvic bone she bobbed as hard and as best she could. This she did several times. “Am I as good as my mother?” the girl then asked as she gasped for air. Before he could answer she slammed herself down onto the man's hard and swollen penis again. “Fuck, your mother was nothing like this miss Kushna..." That was all the girl had to hear. She pulled away from the man and pulled her dress up as far as it would go. From there she spread her legs as wide as possible. As he starred at her crotch he could see a ...

... large wet stain from the girl’s well lubricated vagina. As Kristen returned her stare she once again ran her hand down inside her panties. This time though, instead of rubbing her clitoris she inserted three of her fingers into her pink hole searching for something else. “Jeeez…my vagina is sooo tight master” Kristin said “Ahhhh…there it is…my cervix” she moaned. “Do you want to touch it….MASTER?” The stress and tone on the word “MASTER” drew the priest closer… “Pull my panties down master…” Kristin kindly ordered. The man did as he was told. Now it was Kristin's turn to give the orders. She was bound and determined not to have Father O’Reilly, or anything else for that matter, mess up her first and own wonderfully designed build up to a potentially perfect cum. “Kiss me master…please.” As the man drew closer to Kristin she gently guided him to her mouth. As they both French kissed she took the man's right hand and placed it on her breast. With an animal like stare she took the same hand and forced him to squeeze hard. “Now fuck me Father…RAPE ME. SLAM YOUR MANLY MEAT INTO YOUR SLAVE’S, YOUR WHORES PUSSY!” The man suddenly dragged the girl into the floor where a soft imitation polar bear rug lay. As he knelt in from of the girl he positioned the tip of his penis slightly inside her wet outer swollen labia lips. As he ran the tip up and down the wet pink slit the teen looked the man straight in the eyes and moaned. “Mmmm babyyyyyh. Oohh fuck. I’m ready Father…” With her hands ...