ALL IN THE FAMILY - Sex Stories

ALL IN THE FAMILY

... she tried swallow as much of Otis' cock as possible. Her eyes were red and bulging; saliva washed over Otis' penis like a waterfall. Little Miss Vicky might die choking on this black cock. "Aaaaah," she breathe in relief as she pulled out the saliva soaked head and resumed licking. Otis' penis was starting to produce as much lubricant as her saliva. The liquid was pooling on her hands and smearing her face. It was time. Vicky knew the poor man couldn't hold out much longer. She started jerking him off while furiously licking the head of his penis. "Oooooh," Otis moaned. Vicky closed her eyes and waited for the heavy drops to hit her face. Nothing. The first spurt had sailed over her head. She peeled her eye lids only to get hit with the second spurt right between the eyes. The stinging in her eyes forced her mouth open, where the third spurt went. The fourth went up her nostrils, sending her into coughing spasms. "DAMN OTIS! CUM MUCH?" she thought as the cum dripped from her face. She used Otis' shirt tail to clear her eyes. "Look, Otis," Vicky said rising to her feet, "There's going to be a lot of confusion and panic over the next two days." She walked back over to the couch and pulled a large yellow envelope out of her purse. "Daddy and uncle Jesse are going to be too busy putting out fires to come after you. There's thirty thousand dollars in here," she said handing him the envelope. "Get out of town, Otis. Start a new life. There's no future here for this church or ...

... anyone in it." Redemption Otis sat in a folding chair in the supply room staring at the yellow envelope. He could feel the weight and shapes of the stacks of bills, but he never looked inside. How did it come to this? He had tried his best to turn his life around. Women and liquor had been his downfall. Every bar fight and street brawl he'd been in, and there had been a few, revolved around those two culprits. It took doing a nickel of hard labor to force himself to reevalute his life and his choices. The change wasn't easy on him. After his release, he couldn't even get menial jobs; no one would take a chance on an ex-con. He was a bum hanging around a soup kitchen just looking foward to a decent meal when he met pastor Billy. "I see redemption in your eyes," he said. "We're going to fix you up." It was the first time Otis had felt true love for a man. If this was christianity, Otis had to be a part of it. He joined pastor Billy's church and was there from the start of the church's meteoric rise. For the first time in his life he was proud to be a part of something. Now it was turning to shit. All because of a moment of weakness. Otis had given up women and liquor; it had been decades since either had touched his lips. But the sight of those panties struck him like lightning. What were they doing in the trash? Satan must have put them there to tempt him; Otis failed the test. The familiar scent wafting off them hit him like shot of heroin. And it all lead to this. He betrayed the ...