Pedophiles At Church
folder
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,879
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,879
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 5
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 5
"Hmmm, that was a great dinner, Mrs. Wilson!" Three weeks have passed since Grandpa's funeral. This Friday night the Wilsons have traded their three sons to Pastor in exchange for Philip.
"I'm glad you liked it," smiles Ginny, thinking how well-behaved the boy is, but also feeling sorry for him with no siblings to fight with.
"It was delicious, Honey," adds Frank, wiping his mouth. "As always. Philip, I hope you saved room for dessert."
"You mean this?" giggles Philip reaching under the tablecloth for Frank's cock.
"Ha ha! No, I meant brownies and ice cream. But, I like the way your mind works, my Boy!"
"Hmmm, Brownies!" Philip pulls his hand back. "All we ever get at home is pie. We got tons of pies. The widow ladies and divorced ladies keep baking them and bringing them over. I guess they don't realize Daddy is gay, hehe. Last night, when Daddy was thinking about supper with your three sons, he asked me to bring two pies up from the freezer so they could thaw in time. I picked one of Mrs. Clayton's apples and Mrs. Jackson's rhubarb."
"Well, I know they'll choose the apple pie. I tried baking a rhubarb pie once and the only part they ate was the strawberries."
"Hehe, I know. I don't like it either. That's why I chose it for them. Hehe."
"You rascal!"
"I hope Frankie, Mark and Mickey will have fun with Daddy. He ain't used to more than one boy. They got to share his cock. But I'm lucky, Mr. Wilson. I got you all to myself, hehe."
"Yep, Philip, it's just you and me tonight!"
"Hey, can't I get in on this action?"
"Uhm, oh, sorry, Mrs. Wilson. I, well, I didn't know. Sure, I guess, I mean, can she, Mr. Wilson?"
"Sure she can, Philip. I mean if you don't mind. Do you think you're gay like your Daddy?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then, don't worry. Between Ginny and me, you'll have plenty to keep you busy.
Pastor Don is in the bathtub with the young Wilson trinity. It's a bit of a squeeze and a lot of water is getting splashed on the floor, but they're having a lot more fun than when Don and Philip take their usual serene bath, just the two of them. The boys take turns sucking the reverend's cock, though Mickey keeps spitting the soap suds out of his mouth. For his part, the man finds the clean smell of soapy young boy skin a real turnon. As soon as he finishes eating one little boydick, his mouth is filled with another.
After their bath, he insists on drying each one off, starting with the youngest. He wants to handle every part of each boy's body. So Mark and Frankie stand dripping and shivering waiting for their turns. But then when they get to the bedroom, the boys take charge. After all, Pastor is used to sex with just one lad. It's the Wilsons who have expertise in doing threeways and moreways. So, Frankie assumes the doggy position on the bed and the Reverend kneels behind him and positions his stiff rod at Frankie's innocent boycunt. Mark is standing on the bed so Pastor can suck him off while fucking his brother. And Mickey is crouched behind the holy man, licking his sacred asshole. Over stimulated, Pastor frantically plows into the ass. "Frankie, my Son! Get ready! I'm about to blow my wad!"
"Unhh! Give it to me, Rev! Unhh! Breed me, Fuck me! Unhh!"
Pastor screams, "Holy Mother of God!" even though he isn't Catholic, and sends his seed up into his acolyte! He collapses on his bed and Mickey beats out his two older brothers for the chance to lick the Pastor's cock.
Meanwhile, across town, Philip is wearing the strapon Ginny bought for Frankie. She's lying on the bed looking up at the boy who is fucking her with this clever apparatus. His rhythm is perfect, only because Frank is on top of him fucking his asshole with powerful rams. The three of them grunt in unison with each forward thrust.
Ginny shuts her eyes. In her fantasy, it isn't Philip who's fucking her middle aged cunt. It isn't even Frank. It's her oldest son Frankie. Three years have passed in her illusion, and Frankie has put the strapon away for good. He has a real live horny-as-hell instrument to use now, and his favorite vagina is the one that gave him birth. Her imagination is raging and she hears her son say, "Take that, you Bitch! I'll show Dad how a whore like you should get fucked!" Frankie's going to be a real motherfucker some day!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 5
"Hmmm, that was a great dinner, Mrs. Wilson!" Three weeks have passed since Grandpa's funeral. This Friday night the Wilsons have traded their three sons to Pastor in exchange for Philip.
"I'm glad you liked it," smiles Ginny, thinking how well-behaved the boy is, but also feeling sorry for him with no siblings to fight with.
"It was delicious, Honey," adds Frank, wiping his mouth. "As always. Philip, I hope you saved room for dessert."
"You mean this?" giggles Philip reaching under the tablecloth for Frank's cock.
"Ha ha! No, I meant brownies and ice cream. But, I like the way your mind works, my Boy!"
"Hmmm, Brownies!" Philip pulls his hand back. "All we ever get at home is pie. We got tons of pies. The widow ladies and divorced ladies keep baking them and bringing them over. I guess they don't realize Daddy is gay, hehe. Last night, when Daddy was thinking about supper with your three sons, he asked me to bring two pies up from the freezer so they could thaw in time. I picked one of Mrs. Clayton's apples and Mrs. Jackson's rhubarb."
"Well, I know they'll choose the apple pie. I tried baking a rhubarb pie once and the only part they ate was the strawberries."
"Hehe, I know. I don't like it either. That's why I chose it for them. Hehe."
"You rascal!"
"I hope Frankie, Mark and Mickey will have fun with Daddy. He ain't used to more than one boy. They got to share his cock. But I'm lucky, Mr. Wilson. I got you all to myself, hehe."
"Yep, Philip, it's just you and me tonight!"
"Hey, can't I get in on this action?"
"Uhm, oh, sorry, Mrs. Wilson. I, well, I didn't know. Sure, I guess, I mean, can she, Mr. Wilson?"
"Sure she can, Philip. I mean if you don't mind. Do you think you're gay like your Daddy?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then, don't worry. Between Ginny and me, you'll have plenty to keep you busy.
Pastor Don is in the bathtub with the young Wilson trinity. It's a bit of a squeeze and a lot of water is getting splashed on the floor, but they're having a lot more fun than when Don and Philip take their usual serene bath, just the two of them. The boys take turns sucking the reverend's cock, though Mickey keeps spitting the soap suds out of his mouth. For his part, the man finds the clean smell of soapy young boy skin a real turnon. As soon as he finishes eating one little boydick, his mouth is filled with another.
After their bath, he insists on drying each one off, starting with the youngest. He wants to handle every part of each boy's body. So Mark and Frankie stand dripping and shivering waiting for their turns. But then when they get to the bedroom, the boys take charge. After all, Pastor is used to sex with just one lad. It's the Wilsons who have expertise in doing threeways and moreways. So, Frankie assumes the doggy position on the bed and the Reverend kneels behind him and positions his stiff rod at Frankie's innocent boycunt. Mark is standing on the bed so Pastor can suck him off while fucking his brother. And Mickey is crouched behind the holy man, licking his sacred asshole. Over stimulated, Pastor frantically plows into the ass. "Frankie, my Son! Get ready! I'm about to blow my wad!"
"Unhh! Give it to me, Rev! Unhh! Breed me, Fuck me! Unhh!"
Pastor screams, "Holy Mother of God!" even though he isn't Catholic, and sends his seed up into his acolyte! He collapses on his bed and Mickey beats out his two older brothers for the chance to lick the Pastor's cock.
Meanwhile, across town, Philip is wearing the strapon Ginny bought for Frankie. She's lying on the bed looking up at the boy who is fucking her with this clever apparatus. His rhythm is perfect, only because Frank is on top of him fucking his asshole with powerful rams. The three of them grunt in unison with each forward thrust.
Ginny shuts her eyes. In her fantasy, it isn't Philip who's fucking her middle aged cunt. It isn't even Frank. It's her oldest son Frankie. Three years have passed in her illusion, and Frankie has put the strapon away for good. He has a real live horny-as-hell instrument to use now, and his favorite vagina is the one that gave him birth. Her imagination is raging and she hears her son say, "Take that, you Bitch! I'll show Dad how a whore like you should get fucked!" Frankie's going to be a real motherfucker some day!
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.