A Dark Wedding Night - Sex Stories

A Dark Wedding Night

... dutifully, the answer coming easily from years of Sunday School experience.

"Good girl," he purred, cupping Calypso's chin as he coaxed her slightly open mouth wider in anticipation of his stiff cock as it lingered before her. She savoured the slight salt of his tip and precum as it lay on her tongue, felt its steady weight shift down her throat as his strong hand on her jaw guided her head down his shaft. Closing her lips around his dick she tried to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of his cock stretching her throat, her eyes welling up as she gagged. The Father groaned as he felt the warmth of her throat tighten around him and Calypso struggled to fit him. Then, almost too fast for her to register, he pulled out of her throat, letting her drool spill from her lips and drip down her chin. The thread of saliva between her tongue and his cock was split as she desperately gasped for breath, leaning forward on her hands as she placed her palms between her bent knees. She looked up at him, eyes tearing and spit dropping from her flat tongue. If she was expecting mercy in the eyes of the man meant to take her to salvation, she was sorely mistaken, as she raised her eyes to meet those that looked solely invested in all the laden sin within her body, the lewdness that must be purged.

"Grk!"

Before she knew he had thoroughly fucked himself into her throat, nestling her nose in his dark curls, punching the breath out of her as she struggled to breathe through her nose. She ...

... frantically tapped her hand against his thigh, begging for air. Calypso saw a glimmer of hope as he began to pull out, only to cry more as he simply picked up the pace he was fucking her mouth. He held her head firmly and dragged it back and forth as he thrusts into her tight throat.

"Remember, my child," he said, punctuating each word with a stroke, "your body belongs to your husband. He decides to use any one of your holes, I can decide when you breathe, my love. Get ready for your blessings"

Calypso wheezed through her nose as she felt her pussy drip with desire at being used as a toy, her purpose solely to bring pleasure to her husband, just as God intended for her. She let her arms go limp as she focused on taking him as best she could, maintaining eye contact and watching him get closer to blessing. His moans got louder as he fucked her throat rapidly before pulling out and aiming at her face. Her mouth hung open as she gasped, anticipating the first warm rope of cum hitting her forehead and glazing her cheek, the next hitting the bridge of her nose, and the last landing solely on her mouth, blessing her as she dutifully swallowed. She was accustomed to its unusual taste, salty and slightly sour. She took some time to stand up, legs aching as she stretched.

The night had darkened at its worst, blacking out the shadows of the painted glass. The candles made the gold metal linings of the painting gleam down on them both. Calypso eyed the outline of Jesus at his ...