by Ray Gordon
'Yes,' cried the cleric, his throbbing knob pumping out his creamy spunk, the liquid of male orgasm lubricating his pistoning of her anal duct. Samantha could feel his sperm filling her, bubbling deep within her bowels as again and again he rammed his pulsating cockhead deep into her. Her vaginal muscles spasming, her hot cunt-milk spewing from her gaping sex hole, she thought that she was going to slip into unconsciousness as her clitoris exploded in orgasm. Her long blonde hair veiling her flushed face, her eyes rolling, she screamed out in ecstasy as she rode the crest of her mind-blowing orgasm.
'God, you're a tight-arsed slut,' the vicar cried, the last of his sperm jetting from his knob-slit and flooding Samantha's bowels. Making his final thrusts, he reached beneath her shaking body and massaged her pulsating clitoris, sustaining her incredible orgasm as he stilled his deflating cock deep within her contracting rectal sheath. Finally drifting down from her sexual heaven, her body convulsing wildly, Samantha lay sprawled across the desk, gasping for breath as sperm oozed from the burning portal of her anus.
'Are you all right?' the vicar asked, his fingers leaving the sex-drenched sheath of her cunt as he withdrew his cock slowly from her sperm-brimming rectum.
'Yes, yes...' she managed to gasp, her legs twitching as he lowered her feet.
'That was amazing,' he breathed, sitting on the chair. 'You really are quite a little—'
'You... you shouldn't have done that,' Samantha whimpered, her dress up over her back, the sperm-dribbling mouth of her anus blatantly exposed to the vicar's sparkling eyes. 'You shouldn't have—'
'Now, you listen to me, young lady,' he interrupted her sternly. 'You'll say nothing about this, do you understand?'
'But I—'
'You'll say nothing, Samantha. If you do, then you'll find yourself in serious trouble, not only for stealing money but for allowing another girl to touch your crack.'
'But I...' Samantha whined as she managed to clamber off the desk and stand on her sagging legs.
'I saw you, Samantha. You were with another girl in the churchyard with your dress up and your panties down. She was fingering your crack, Samantha.'
'But...'
'There are no buts, girl. Now, are you feeling all right?'
'Yes, yes, I think so,' she replied, grabbing her panties from the floor and tugging them up her legs.
'Good. Would you like another girl to finger your crack?'
'No, I wouldn't.'
'Have you never allowed a girl to touch you there? Perhaps you've touched another girl's crack?'
'Only a couple of times,' she confessed, again knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
'Tell me about it. What happened?'
'We... we were playing in my bedroom after school and... I rubbed her crack, her hard spot.'
'And?'
'I was telling her how I rubbed myself and she wanted me to teach her. She pulled her knickers down and lay on the bed. I sat beside her and rubbed her spot until she shook and shuddered.'
'What was her name... Oh, I think someone's just come into the church,' the vicar said, straightening his cassock. 'You may go home now. And remember what I said.'
'I'll remember,' she sighed, walking across the office and opening the door.
'I want you to come back this evening.'
Leaving the office, Samantha smiled as she passed a woman in the aisle and finally made her escape through the main doors. Out in the sunshine, she slipped around the back of the church and sat on a bench. Her bottom-hole burning, sperm oozing from her rectum and seeping into the tight material of her panties, she grinned as she recalled her debased act. The innocent girl and the dirty old man, she mused. Little did the dirty old man know that the girl had the mind of a twenty-two-year-old.
As she was about to close her eyes and return to her own time, Samantha noticed a middle-aged man wandering through the churchyard. As he approached, she eyed the crotch of his tight jeans. He was in his late forties, not bad-looking, with dark, swept-back hair. But it was his bulging crotch that she was interested in. Catching his eye, she smiled and licked her lips provocatively. He'd enjoy slipping his hand up her dress and toying with the lips of her hairless pussy, she knew as he stopped by the bench. Feeling wicked, her clitoris swelling expectantly, she lay back on the bench and parted her thighs.
'Do you like teenage girls?' she asked him unashamedly.
'Like them?' he said, frowning as she pulled her dress up, revealing her naked thighs.
'Their pink pussies,' she said softly, knowing that she could return to her own time whenever she wished.
'Well, yes,' the man replied, obviously shocked.
'Do you want to see my pussy?'
'OK,' he said, looking around the churchyard. 'Are you here on your own?'
'Yes, I've been to church.'
'You really want to show me your... your pussy?' he asked incredulously.
'If you want to see it,' she giggled impishly.
'Yes, yes, I do. Let's go into those bushes.' Following him, Samantha felt her stomach somersault as they slipped into the clump of bushes. Time travel wasn't so bad after all, she thought, standing in the small clearing in the middle of the bushes. Lifting her dress up over her stomach, she pulled the front of her pink panties down and exposed the pouting lips of her hairless vulva to the astonished man. He stared in disbelief at her sex crack, obviously wondering why she was doing this as he knelt on the ground and scrutinized the most private part of her body.
'Do you like my crack?' Samantha asked, her cunny-wet panties around her knees.
'Yes, I do,' he replied, daring to stroke her outer labia.
'No one's ever seen my crack before,' she lied, knowing his cock would be solid within his tight jeans. 'Are you married?'
'Er... yes, I am,' he murmured, moving forward and kissing the naked mound of her mons.
'So, you know about sex, then?'
'Oh, yes. I know everything about sex. Would you like me to finger you?'
Allowing her panties to fall around her ankles, Samantha stepped out of the garment and lay on the ground with her legs wide apart. This was fun, she mused, as the man settled between her naked thighs and ran his tongue up and down the pinken slit of her pussy. She'd eventually return to her own time and would never meet him again. No embarrassment, no explanations... Just cold sex for the sake of sex. Naughty girl, middle-aged man with a rampant hard-on... This was the sort of fun Samantha was going to enjoy with her gift of time travelling.
'No one's licked you before?' he asked, slipping his finger deep into the creamy duct of her vagina.
'No one's seen my pussy,' she replied. 'Teach me about sex. I want to know everything.'
'You're amazing,' he breathed, his finger massaging the drenched walls of her vaginal canal. 'What made you ask me... I mean, why did you offer to show me your pussy?'
'My friend was telling me that her next-door neighbour played with her pussy. He's taught her how to fuck and everything. I want to learn how to fuck. When I saw you, I thought that you might be able to teach me.'
'I can teach you, all right,' the man chuckled, standing and tugging his jeans off. 'Have you ever seen a cock?'
'No, never.'
'There it is,' he said, proudly displaying the solid shaft of his penis. 'Sit up and suck it,' he ordered her, rolling his foreskin back.
Sitting up, Samantha knelt in front of him, took his purple plum into her wet mouth and rolled her tongue around the rim. Gasping as he looked down at her succulent lips encompassing the purple globe of his cock, he clutched her head and rocked his hips. His swollen glans gliding back and forth over her wet tongue, her lips rolling along his veined shaft, he ordered her to fondle his swinging balls. Complying, Samantha kneaded his ball sac, feeling his sperm eggs through the fleshy bag as he mouth-fucked her.
'That's good,' he breathed. 'I'm going to come in your mouth, fill your mouth with my milk. Make sure you swallow it.' Holding the fleshy shaft of the man's cock, Samantha ran
her hand up and down his solid rod, wanking him as she sucked and gobbled on his bulbous glans. This had never happened, she reflected. This was a fantasy, something she'd often thought about while masturbating on her bed. What other fantasies could she live out? She mused on the subject, breathing in the heady scent of the man's pubic curls.
'Don't stop,' he gasped as she suckled fervently on his knob. 'God, I'm going to come.' His sperm jetting from his knob-slit, gushing into her hot mouth and bathing her snaking tongue, he gripped her head and increased his mouth-fucking rhythm. Swallowing hard, Samantha hoped he'd re-stiffen quickly after the illicit act and fuck the tight sheath of her pussy. His sperm overflowing from her mouth and running down her chin, she'd never known a man pump out so much spunk. His seemingly never-ending flow of semen filling her cheeks, dripping from her chin and splattering the front of her dress, she swallowed repeatedly until she'd drained his huge balls and he swayed on his sagging legs.
'Was that all right?' she asked, sperm dribbling down her chin as she looked up at him.
'God, yes,' the man breathed, dropping to his knees as she lay on her back with her thighs wide.
'Are you going to fuck me now?'
'Yes, yes. In a minute. I'll have to wait until it's stiff again.'
'Will this make you stiff?' Samantha asked, tugging her dress over her head and exposing her breasts.
'God, they're beautiful,' he breathed, leaning over her naked body and sucking her milk teat into his wet mouth.
His cock fully erect, Samantha lay with her limbs spread, the crack of her vagina bared in readiness to take his huge organ. Her nipple leaving his mouth, she grinned as he positioned himself between her slender thighs and pressed the bulb of his cock into the divide of her fleshy cunny lips. His glans entering her, gliding past the inner lips of her pussy and driving along the tight passage of her cunt, he breathed heavily as he rested his weight on his hands and looked down at her breasts.
'Oh, I'm going to tear apart,' she whimpered as his knob pressed hard against her cervix.
'No, you won't,' he reassured her. 'Does it feel nice?'
'Yes, it does,' she replied, licking her sperm-glossed lips.
'I'm going to fuck you now,' he said, partially withdrawing the huge shaft of his cock and ramming into her again. 'I'm going to fuck your pretty little cunt and spunk up you.'
Gasping, Samantha closed her eyes as she listened to the arousing sound of her slurping vaginal juices. The man's thrusting cock rocking her naked body, he sank his teeth into her areola and sucked hard on the teat of her breast. Her clitoris swelling, the sensitive tip massaged by his pistoning cock, she knew she was going to come. Trying to hold back, she knew that his pleasure would be heightened if her wet cunt spasmed in orgasm in time with his own coming.
'Fuck me harder,' she breathed as her clitoris pulsated, the birth of her orgasm stirring within her rhythmically contracting womb. 'Fuck me and spunk me.' Letting out a long low moan of pleasure, he rammed his swollen knob repeatedly into the tightening sheath of her cunt, his swinging balls battering the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he fucked her. Gasping, his sperm flooding her convulsing vagina, Samantha shook violently as she reached her massive orgasm and her vaginal muscles gripped his thrusting cock.
'Oh, oh,' she whimpered, her virgin gasps adding to his pleasure as her climax rolled through her naked body. Her clitoris pulsating against his cunny-wet shaft as he fucked her tight cunt, she reached beneath her legs and kneaded his swinging balls. She could feel his spunk oozing from her stretched vaginal canal, running down to her anus and mingling with the vicar's spunk as she shuddered in the grip of her multiple orgasm. Listening to the man's gasped expletives as his balls drained, she imagined him returning to his wife and spilling out his lies.
Marriage, Samantha pondered as he slowed his adulterous fucking. Were any men faithful? Given the opportunity any man would fuck a girl, she knew as he finally withdrew his deflating cock and rolled off her. No man could refuse the offer of Samantha's body. A passing stranger, a vicar... There wasn't a man in the world who'd walk away, declining the offer of her pretty pink cunt.
Her vaginal crack streaming with sperm, Samantha looked up at the blue sky as she recovered from her illicit coming. She could feel the man's sperm bubbling within the tight sheath of her vagina, her clitoris retreating beneath its pinken hood, as she lay on her back and breathed heavily in the aftermath of her crude fucking. This was real sex, she reflected again, as she ran her fingertips around the sensitive teats of her breasts. She'd return to the church again, she knew as her nipples stiffened and her clitoris began to swell. She'd return and fuck the vicar, fuck the married man in the churchyard, suck cocks and swallow spunk. She'd return whenever she felt the need for crude sex. But right now she had to go back to her flat, to her own time.
Chapter 12
'Hi,' Zak said as Samantha opened the front door. 'I've booked the holiday.'
'Holiday?' Samantha echoed, frowning at him. 'What holiday?'
'Greece. A five-star hotel for a month. You'll love it, Sam.'
'Oh, that holiday. Sorry, but I've changed my mind.'
'What? You can't—'
'I'm sorry, Zak. I suppose I should have called you or something. I really don't want to spend one day with you, let alone a month.'
'Sam, this has cost me thousands. You can't just back out like that. You said that you'd pay... I thought we were getting back together?'
'I don't think so, Zak. Seeing as all you want is my father's money so you can run off with that slag, I decided—'
'Sam, I don't know what you're talking about. The thing with Angela is over, has been for ages. In fact, there never really was anything between us.'
'Zak, I know what the plan is. Angela rang me and told me about it. You want to marry me, get your hands on the money my father gave me, and then run off to Spain or Greece with Angela.'
'She... she told you that?' he asked her, his dark eyes frowning. 'I can't believe that she...'
'That was the plan, Zak. Angela told me everything. She said that I'd be better off without you. She reckons that she's going to dump you.'
'Dump me? I don't understand any of this, Sam. Angela and I have nothing to do with each other. I thought you and I were going to get back together. In fact, you said we'd start planning the wedding.'
'That was until Angela told me what your intentions were.'
'This is crazy,' he moaned. 'My bloody credit card is fucked now I've booked the holiday. Fucking thousands...'
'It's a shame that Angela is going to dump you. You could have taken her on holiday.'
'The tickets have our names - yours and mine - on them. I can't change the fucking things. Shit, now I'm really fucked.'
'Was there anything else? I have things to do, so...'
'Thanks, Sam. Thanks a fucking lot.'
'Thank you for fucking Angela behind my back. Thanks for fucking her cunt, her arse, her mouth and—'
'Sam, Sam... This is all rubbish. I've never...'
'Goodbye, Zak.'
Closing the door, Samantha grinned as she went into the lounge and joined Anne on the sofa. Zak would probably row with Angela, she reflected, eyeing Anne's naked thighs as the girl lounged on the sofa in her bra and panties. Zak must have thought that there'd be no way Samantha could have known about the plan unless Angela had told her. They'd argue and, with any luck, split up. Zak would have credit card problems and no fanny to fuck, she mused happily. No money, no pussy...
'Who was that?' Anne finally asked as the news programme she'd been watching came to an end.
'An ex-boyfriend,' Samantha replied, again eyeing the girl's thighs, the triangular patch of her panties straining to contain her full sex lips. 'He wants us to get back together but I don't need him any more.'
'Do you need me?' Anne asked, parting her thighs wide, revealing the narrow strip of her panties that barely concealed her outer labia.
'You know I do,' Samantha giggled
. 'What would I do without you?'
'Fuck men, I suppose.'
'Yes, but what would I do when I need pussy milk?'
'Do you need pussy milk now?' Anne laughed. 'I'm feeling pretty wet.'
'In that case, you'd better slip your panties off.'
As the girl yanked her panties off and reclined on the sofa, Samantha knelt on the floor between her feet and gazed longingly at the hairless lips of her naked vulva, the gaping valley of her creamy-wet sex crack. Opening Anne's slit wide with her fingers, Samantha exposed the intricate folds of her vagina, the pinken funnel of flesh surrounding the entrance to her pussy. Leaning forward, sweeping her tongue over the girl's intimate flesh, Samantha breathed in the aphrodisiacal scent of the teenager's genitalia.
'You taste nice,' she murmured, her wet tongue snaking around the solid nub of Anne's sex-sensitive clitoris.
'I haven't had a shower yet,' Anne said. 'Shall I go and—'
'You're not going anywhere,' Samantha giggled. 'Kneel on the floor and rest your head on the sofa. I think I'd better tongue-bath your bottom for you.'
'Are you sure you want to...?'
'I'm sure, all right,' Samantha breathed, licking her cunny-wet lips provocatively. 'You should know me by now. I can't get enough of your sweet little bottom-hole.'
As Anne knelt on the floor and projected the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, Samantha knelt behind her and gazed longingly at the swell of the younger girl's smooth vaginal lips bulging between the tops of her parted thighs. Peeling the firm cheeks of her bottom apart, Samantha moved forward and pushed her tongue into Anne's gaping anal gully. Running her wet tongue over her anal tissue, Samantha breathed in the heady perfume of the girl's valley of illicit pleasure as she savoured the bittersweet taste of her secret hole.
'Do I taste nice?' Anne asked, her breathing becoming fast and shallow as her lesbian arousal heightened.
'Heavenly,' Samantha replied, parting her firm buttocks further, opening the inlet to her rectal tube. 'You taste absolutely heavenly.'
'I suppose I'll never need to take a shower if you're going to tongue-wash me every day.'