My Savior - Sex Stories

My Savior

... to feeling there was hope. She held the priest tightly, “Oh, thank you, Father John!” She looked up at him and instinctively gave him a deep longing kiss. Her lips parted and he joined her, allowing their tongues to wrestle together.

John knew it was wrong but his body betrayed him. This provocative girl who had been so honest and grateful surrendered her soft puffy lips to him as payment for his council. “Who was he to deny her a simple kiss?” He told himself. But it was much more complicated than that as her lips parted tempting him to part his lips open too. Her soft tongue sends shivers down his spine. He hasn’t experienced a kiss like this since he was young and feral. He savored her lips. Her embrace shifted from compassion to passion. His hands roamed up and down her backside, resting on her ass.

His manhood grew rapidly and pressed firmly against his black pants. His stiff mound ground against her hips.

Her eyes stared into his, she bit her bottom lip, unsure of what was happening. She wanted to give herself, fully, to this sexy wise older man.

His hand moved up to the breast she was previously touching and he cupped her large breast and let his thumb gently circle her nipple just like she said she liked it. “Ohhhhh,” she let out a long seductive moan, encouraging his action. They kissed again before he took her back to his office and locked the door.

She immediately grabbed his belt, unbuckled it, and unbuttoned his black slacks. His pants dropped to ...

... the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pants. Her hand dropped down his chest to slide up and down his rigid rod. She was shocked. Was this godly man's prick thicker and bigger than she was used to? He moaned in pleasure at her touch. She dropped down to her knees and pulled down his white underwear. His massive tool had to be 8” long and as thick around as a soda can. His hairy balls hung down low with two large egg-shaped balls that seemed to twitch with excitement up and down. His wild untamed pubic hair was black, peppered with grey streaks like the hair on his head. The smell of manly sweat permeated the room. She wrapped both of her hands around his cock and jacked him up and down as she opened her mouth and consumed one of his salty nut sacks. His hand did what her dad's hands used to do, and grabbed large clumps of her hair to hold her face against his rod.

Sensations rippled through Father John’s spine. His right nut was enveloped by Talitha’s warm moist mouth and was being gently tugged by her sucking action. His long rod, unused for over a decade, was reawakened with lecherous intent. He could feel the tip of his rod moisten with lust. Her tiny hands firmly pumped his veiny meat up and down his full length. Talitha’s tongue, broad, soft, and wet, traveled from the base of his cock up the veiny shaft to his prominent circumcised mushroom. She opened her jaw to its widest point and guided him into the back of her throat. Her soft tongue cradled his bulbous head, ...