Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Eve was lying flat on her back, the short black dress revealing her legs almost to the very top. I found my eyes drawn to the border where that black fabric cut off the view of her flawless skin. Eve’s thighs were clamped together, her legs straight out on the bed. Try as I might to catch a glimpse under that hem and still be able to convince myself it was an accident, I couldn’t, the angles forbade it.

  I moved in closer, telling myself that I was just going to make sure she was alright, but even then knowing deep-down that I’d lost control the moment I felt the thrumming of her orgasm through her fingers. I bent down and placed my hand on her warm shoulder, giving her a little shake.

  “Eve?”

  The beautiful blonde’s hand slipped out of her mouth and came to rest on her upper chest, glistening with saliva at the very least, maybe with even more of her bodily fluids. I licked my lips and grasped her by the wrist, pulling her hand upwards. After a moment’s hesitation I snaked my tongue out and licked the tips of her fingers. Her subtle flavour overwhelmed my senses, casting my mind back to the heady days of my youth before I found my path in life. Oh God, my better judgement was washed away by a tidal wave of lust.

  Her hand dropped down to her side when I let it go and turned my attention to that tantalising edge of material cutting me off from seeing that holy grail of sex, the pussy of a stunningly beautiful eighteen year old blonde. With forefingers and thumbs, almost delicately, I pinch-gripped the hem and slowly lifted it upwards until, with a quiet gasp of wonder, her pale pink pussy lips were revealed to me and I bunched her dress up under her small breasts.

  My heart was thundering in my chest as I stared at her moist folds, nestled at the point where her legs met like the ‘x’ that marks the spot on a treasure map. I glanced up at her peaceful face, which was making no indication that she was aware of what I was doing. No reaction at all, positive or negative.

  I was about to go past the point of no return, and I reached forward completely ignoring the squeaky little voice of my conscience, which itself grew silent as if also secretly eager to see what the pussy of a passed out teenager felt like. My finger touched the hot skin of her mound and slipped between her slick folds as if her pussy was sucking my digit in.

  The small bump of her self-abused clit slid under my finger before I bent my digit slightly and pressed it past her entrance. She hadn’t been lying, her pussy was incredibly tight. Even having lost her virginity, even relaxed in her drunken stupor, her warmth hugged my finger like it was never letting go. If she wasn’t so gloriously wet, I never would have got it inside her.

  Thoughts of how incredible that warmth would feel sliding over my cock filled my mind as I pressed my finger deeper into the sleeping beauty. When her entrance was wrapped around my second knuckle I was unable to explore her any deeper due to her legs being closed.

  With my other hand I gently picked up one leg at the knee and pulled up and to the side before letting it go. It slumped back to the bed, spreading her slit for easy access and I pushed onwards until I couldn’t get any more of my finger inside her. I looked down with half-shut eyes and half-open mouth as I savoured the image of my choir-girl-finger-puppet.

  She had wanted me to promise to fuck her and I had refused, but I was about to do just that. First, though, I wanted to taste her again, tantalised as I had been by the remnants of her juices on her fingers. I climbed on to the bed between her legs and lowered myself to my stomach until her sex was right in front of me. I cursed the aches and pains in my joints that made this physically difficult in addition to the mental difficulties I had already overcome to get there.

  Thankfully, when I touched my tongue to her pussy lips, all thoughts of my age disappeared and in my mind I was transported back to my own teen years when girls were sluttier than the history books would have you believe. One thing that had changed in the intervening decades was that Eve’s pretty little teen slit was as smooth and devoid of hair as a perfect pearl, there was nothing to obscure her feminine perfection.

  I lapped at her pussy like it was the only source of liquid I’d seen in days, hungrily tasting her sweet nectar and gratified when her juices began flowing freely. Every time I concentrated my flicking tongue on her clit her pussy seemed to get even wetter, so I knew that even in her drunken delirium she was getting a sinful pleasure out of my actions.

  Even so, I was taken slightly by surprise when her hips started rhythmically bucking and thrusting back and forth and she began moaning like the little whore she had recently discovered she was. Asleep or awake, she sounded just the same as when she’d brought herself to orgasm not thirty minutes previous.

  I brought my finger to her clit and flicked it back and forth so I could prolong her sleepy pleasure and so I could watch the euphoric writhing of this little girl, this perfect little sex demon. Her blonde hair was strewn across her face as she thrashed her head from side to side, the thin straps of her black dress had slipped partway down her arms, and of course her legs were spread right in front of me, splaying her pulsing teenage slit for my unobstructed view.

  I felt like I’d drunk the elixir of youth, like I was twenty years old again and all it took was the pussy juice of a passed out teen. My cock was absolutely rock hard and more ready for action than it had been for longer than Eve had even been alive. I rushed to my feet, the aches and pains of my age forgotten, and disrobed with a speed a man half my age would have been proud of. Hell, a man half my age would still have been excited to be with a girl as young as Eve.

  Once I was back on the bed I moved over Eve and lowered my body on top of hers, feeling my big cock trapped between her belly and mine as I kissed her unresponsive lips deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and swirling it around hers. Almost without thinking, as if my body was remembering exactly what to do when you have a beautiful girl mostly undressed, my hands pulled the straps of her dress down until finally her tiny bare tits were pressing into my chest, nipples poking into me so hard I thought they might leave a mark.

  Almost reluctantly, I broke off the kiss to sit up again and see Eve in all her naked glory, naked except for the scrap of dress material bunched up around her mid-section, useless in the endeavour of covering her nakedness. Eve’s tits were so small that it was no wonder that she hadn’t been wearing a bra, she had no need of it. Her perfect mounds would sit high and perky on her chest no matter what she did.

  My eyes scanned downwards to where my cock stood over her pussy. It had been such a long time since I’d fucked a teenager that, looking at the size of my cock next to her incredibly tight pussy, I had my doubts about her ability to fit me. Damned if I wasn’t going to try, though.

  Gripping my rod halfway down, I bent it towards her entrance and pushed forward, feeling her wonderful warmth and slickness accepting my length like an old friend. When I was halfway inserted into her unconscious body the limits of her slickness was reached and I had to pull back before pushing forwards again, spreading her juices up my shaft and allowing her to receive me until my balls came to rest on the soft pillow of her ass.

  I groaned in ecstasy and looked down at Eve, who was biting her lower lip in her sleep and looking so very happy. I began thrusting into the unaware choir girl at a reckless pace, partly out of fear that she would wake up and change her mind about wanting to fuck an older man like me, but mostly because I’d never felt more alive than when her pussy caressed my cock with that hot, wet, tightness.

  The clapping sound of my balls hitting her ass over and over again made it sound like there was one enthusiastic onlooker in the room, giving full support of my actions. Eve’s body shuddered under me with every thrust, and it was with no small sin of pride that I saw I was pounding into her body hard enough to make even her small tits jiggle with the impact.

  With a pussy that tight, a girl that beautiful, all the dirty talk she’d done before passing out, I was never going to last long and after experiencing what I desperately hoped heaven would be like I felt my orgasm fast approa
ching. I briefly considered pulling out, but my body ignored the option and moments later I felt a lifetime of semen erupting from my cock into the fertile sleeping teen, a torrent of little swimmers seeking out her womb. Wave after wave of creamy cum emptied into her, and I was lost in a sea of pleasure.

  Finally, exhausted, I rolled to the side and lay next to the girl whom I had made into my sleeping fuck toy, my true age settling back into my body as if saying You thought you could get rid of me forever? I looked back to Eve, who was absolutely glowing with youth and beauty, and thought of a sinful little saying I had heard somewhere ‘You’re only as old as the girl you feel’.

  Once I recovered I went about the rest of my business as normal that day, checking in on Eve regularly, adjusting her dress and finally going to sleep on my couch. I woke early the next day, as I always do, and felt the stirrings of panic in my chest. No matter how enthusiastic Eve had been while she was getting drunk, there was no telling how she’d react when she woke up, but I was about to find out.

  At about 7am, Eve’s eyes popped open and she uttered several curse words about her hangover before I saw her hand shoot between her legs, her mouth open and shut, and then she looked over at me in disbelief. I was about to blurt out a denial or an apology when she smiled and stood up, collecting her choir outfit and getting dressed with that I-Know-Something-About-You look never leaving her face.

  I’m sure that day was one of the worst sermons I ever gave, it was impossible to concentrate on what I was doing, knowing the mess of semen that I had deposited in and on one of the choir girls, which she was hiding under her clothes and behind an, intense hangover. To her credit, her singing was still wonderful.

  Eve stayed behind after everybody had left. I didn’t tell her to go. She keeps on coming back when nobody else is at church. I don’t tell her to go. Her belly is beginning to swell with her pregnancy, it looks so sexy on her petite frame, I almost can’t believe I am the one that put it there. And… Lord help me… I’m getting ideas about some of my other choir girls of past and present.

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  Sin with the Sleeping Choir Girl 2: Mary

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  Mary's parents said that they didn't know where they went wrong. Their sweet choir girl daughter had been staying out late, hanging out with boys, and her parents even suggest that she'd been drinking! They asked me to talk to her as her trusted spiritual advisor. Unfortunately for Mary, when I saw her in her flowery dress, I knew that it would take me all night to minister the good word to her. One thing was for sure, though: This inexperienced girl would soon be bearing the fruit of the Lord's love!

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Sleep sex, Dubious Consent, Virgin, Priest, Breeding, Schoolgirl

  Author’s Note

  This series was written in conjunction with the talented Cassandra Zara.

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  *****

  I whistled as I walked the pews of my church, checking each row carefully. I carried a rag and some cleaner, looking for spots on the pews. It was a matter of pride for me to keep my church as clean as possible. At my age, I didn't have much better to do anyway on a Saturday evening anyway.

  Most people didn't notice anyway, I thought with a sigh. They'd trudge in, not even bothering to wipe their muddy feet on the mat. It didn't matter, I thought. As long as the word of the Lord reached their ears, as long as some of their souls were saved, then everything I did was worth it.

  Soon it would be dinnertime, and then I'd do one last read-through of my sermon. On Saturday nights I had dinner delivered to me, sort of a treat for all the work I had done all week. A priest's pay was meager, but without a family to support, I could afford to splurge on occasion.

  The phone begin to ring from the front office, the loud ringing echoing into the empty pews. I put down the rag and made my way to the phone. It took longer to get there than it had when I had started ministering the faith. My knees creaked a little when I tried to move quickly, a gentle reminder that I was getting older. I smiled to myself. When I had first started, this church had seemed so small, but now it was a journey making it from one side to the other.

  I made it to the phone on the eighth ring. Whoever was calling obviously needed the services the church was offering or else they would have hung up by now.

  "Hello?"

  "Hello, Pastor Luke? This is Nick, Yvonne's husband." Nick and Yvonne were a couple in their early 40s with three children, a beautiful family. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little hoarse, as if it had been yelling for quite some time.

  "Oh yes, of course, Nick. How are you this evening?"

  "Not good, Pastor. Not good at all." I could tell that he was speaking loudly so that whoever was around him on the other side of the phone could hear him. I could practically envision him glaring at whoever the source of his ire was.

  "Well, Nick, tell me what it is that's troubling you," I said.

  "Not over the phone. I was hoping that we you were working tonight and that we could come over."

  I sighed, softly so that he couldn't pick it up over the phone. "Of course, Nick. God's work is a twenty four hour a day job. I am able to help at any time."

  "Perfect, we'll be over in ten minutes." The phone hung up.

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  Like I said, I didn't have much better to do on a Saturday evening, but this was an unexpected change in my schedule. At my age, I didn't like surprises, but I would never let my congregation know that.

  I sat at the snack table in the front area of the church and waited. Within minutes, I saw the headlights of a car pull into the church parking lot. I never locked the front door of the church while I was there, so when I heard the knock on the door, I said "Come in!"

  Nick walked in, Yvonne walking in shortly behind him. They didn't wipe their feet, I thought with a frown. Nick continued to hold the door open, looking out the door. "Come on, get in here," he yelled. Long seconds passed. Whoever else was coming must be walking quite slowly.

  Nick and Yvonne were dressed up, wearing their Sunday finest. I couldn't help but look at the lovely Yvonne, past her sexual prime but still looking fantastic in her conservative dress. When I had first started my priesthood at this very church, she had been twenty-five and had been quite pregnant with her first child. The son she had given birth to was the first male child I had ever baptized. Yvonne had always been a pleasing addition to my congregation, both in looks and in overall pleasantness. However, when the last member of their party walked in, I forgot all about her.

  Their oldest daughter finally entered the room. Her eyes were on the floor, and her rosy cheeks and puffy eyes showed that she had been crying recently. Her father glared at her as he closed the door behind her, obviously very cross with her.

  Mary had just turned 18. I kept records on all the babies I had baptized, but she was certainly no longer a baby. She had recently stopped singing in the choir, and I hadn't seen her in a few weeks. Her brunette hair had recently added some blonde streaks, bringing out the green in her eyes . The hair was brushed back from her face, as lovely as her mother's had b
een the first time I saw her. My eyes ventured elsewhere, because what was more noticeable, was her body.

  Her flowery dress was as conservative as her mother's was, if not more so. The light fabric extended past her knees, and the sleeves went all the way to the elbows. A belt shaped like a bow that you might find on a present wrapped around her tiny waist. There was no cleavage to the dress, but I could clearly make out the large breasts that had recently formed on the girl's slender body underneath it. I immediately started getting a little turned on, but suppressed the feeling.

  I stood up and walked to Nick, extending my hand. He grabbed it and shook it with the vigor of a young man, while I shook back as hard as I could to keep up. "Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice, Pastor Luke. We have a bit of a problem," he said, turning towards Mary. I could already tell what the problem was.

  "This is a house of God, Nick. Through His word we can solve all our problems. Yvonne, a pleasure to see you as always," I said, closing in for a hug.

  She returned the hug, then gave me a customary kiss on the cheek. I had long since stopped deriving pleasure from the simple gesture, but it was still nice. "Same to you, Father."

  I turned to Mary. "And to you too, Mary. I haven't seen you in Sunday service for a few weeks. I assume that that's what this is all about?"

  Nick spoke for her. "Forgive me, Father, but if all I had to deal with were Mary's absences from church, I wouldn't have bothered you. No, our problem is far worse than that."

  I turned to Nick. "I understand. I'm glad that your family has made church attendance a priority, but I also understand that we can sometimes have busy lives. Does this problem involve Mary?"

  "Yeah, oh yeah, it involves Mary alright," Nick said.