narrative Codes : Incest, consensual sex, teens, depraved, family, filth, disgusting, smell, high mallow, Devil, profanation

abstract : Based around the true account of the Colt kinsperson, a totally inbred family of 48 who were discovered by authorities in 2012 living in a commune in the Aboriginal Australian outback. Everyone was fucking everyone and none of the kids knew who their paternal fathers were - there were so many possibilities ! ( Google it )

don Michael

It was a sunny and hot Tues good afternoon. Fatherhood Michael parked his car at the end of the track, behind the barn as instructed. There were a few other vehicles there, an old pickup, two minibuses ( equally old ) and a few early vehicles. He was excited.

Father-God Michael was thirty years of age, quite a good-looking guy and he kept his dead body in trimness with regular weightiness and example in the two-dimensional that he shared with Father Brian. don Michael has been a Catholic priest for two years. He had joined the priesthood not through a love of the lord God but through a devious wish to be capable to put to work closely with kids.

When he and Fatherhood Brian got a flat tire together and they had lived together a few month Michael discovered ( through the history on Brian's computer ) that Brian was gay. Since then the two men had had sex together, mainly fondling and sucking, but Brian also liked Michael to fuck him, usually after they had consumed whisky and mourning band and watched some porn together.

To the church elders they were conscientious young priests who carried out their duties as required.

Father Michael had not shared with his friend, colleague and flatmate what had happened the previous day though. He found it arduous to believe it had happened himself !

It had been a quiet day at his church building. He had been at the back of the church when a girlfriend had walked in, looking furtively from face to side although she hadn't seen father Michael. Michael was transfixed. She was new, jet mordant, uncoiled hair's-breadth, shoulder duration. Pretty, but in a someways very sexual sort of way. She was very well tanned and the tan was easy to see because of what she wore. A lycra-spandex dumbbell top, open at the bottom so it sort of hung over her tits, which were simple underneath and jiggled as she moved. Father Michael thought to himself that all a boy had to do was to put his hands up under it and — founder Michael was getting a erection and his breathing quickened as the fille made her way towards the front of the church.

Her binding was bare. She wore a white micro-skirt in the Saami fabric as the top. The skirt was slung low on her hips. A chain belt was around her shank and father Michael guessed it would hang down at the front. As she walked, the skirt raised and fell and he caught glimpses of bare ass cheeks.

He was mesmerized, took a prompt look around him and squeezed his cock through his robe. He was fully tough by the time she reached the Lord's table and she shouted a nervous"Hello ?"

"I'm here, my child, behind you !"She turned, startled.

Father Michael hoped that his heart weren't visibly popping out of his head because it felt as if they were. The boob-top was almost see-through and he could see the nipples of her slightly overturned mamilla poking through the thin fabric. His eyes flicked downwards, over a flat, lightly-muscled belly to the micro-skirt with the silver chemical chain belt hanging over it.

The string had a silver snake wall hanging at the keister which was in alignment with ( he imagined ) the crossroads of her thighs. The skirt was so short it barely covered her crotch. The hemline was at the joint of her slightly-muscled and tanned thighs and he imagined that as she walked through the city to get to the church she must throw been flashing her knicker crotch as well. On her feet she wore white trainers which had seen better days.

begetter Michael swallowed hard and forced his eyes upwards. He was rewarded by a unquiet smile which lit up her face. The teeth were perfectly Caucasian and in demarcation to the jet-black hair and tanned complexion.

"What, er, brings you here, my child ?"he inquired.

His brain was a whirlwind.

"Confession, Father. I haven't confessed to a non-Christian priest in a long time,"she said, her hand were fidgeting and clasped, perhaps trying to cover the peeking knickers.

'' The confessional is over there, my nipper, I'll joint you in a moment,"he managed to say, as he watched her ready her way towards it ; and bed, yes ! The cheek of that ass were flashing his thirsty oculus as she walked.

He had seen the Gypsy sluts of the town walking around wearing next-to-nothing short and bird and had a jerking off or two at night remembering the raft he had seen and wondering what their parents thought, letting them out on the streets dressed like hussy but none of them could twin what this girl had dared to wear down that afternoon.

He took his place in the confessional, the two of them separated by a modest metal grille. He could only see the top of her bowed head.

"What is your name, my baby,"he asked.

"It's Esme, '' said a surprisingly low and intimate voice.

"And what can I do for you today, Esme ?"

"I have sinned, Father-God. I need forgiveness, gobs of forgiveness."

"How have you sinned, my tike ?"

"I've been fucked, Father and I need forgiveness."

Father Michael 's stopcock twitched at hearing her say the word.

"We prefer not to use the fuck word in church, Esee. ‘ Had sex'would be the full term to use, but go on."

"wellspring, like I said I've been fucked. I've been fucked a lot, Father."

Father Michael swallowed hard.

"Go on, my child — fink your sins to me."

"fountainhead begetter, I live on this farm out of town, it's a sort of commune, we're all the same family see ... and ... well ... we fuck a lot together ... so I need pardon ... see ?"

"I see,"said forefather Michael.

His robe was up and he was gently squeezing the bulge of his rooster through his favourite undergarment - black pencil eraser panty briefs. He swallowed hard.

"Go on, my dear, who have you had sex with ?"

"Wi'my comrade and uncles, Father. They all want to fuck me, see ? But the thing is I fucking love all the shtup I get but then, suddenly, I realize that it's not right, is it Father ? For me to wish get fucked by the men in my own family ? I mean I just love getting fucked and on Fri we have this binge affair where the Paying Uncles get to make out and sleep with us and our moms and uncles too and I love that even Sir Thomas More, dancing for the dirty old fuckers, letting them sense me up and fuck me, it's not right, is it Father ?"

"hem, what do you mean by Paying Uncles, Esme ?"

"A few of us get all sexy-dressed and we walk around township. A mates of uncles are behind us at a distance. Of course, we get followed ‘ cause us missy are wearing skimpy stuff, tops and smashed shorts and the wish and the boys the like — tight shorts showing their cunning trivial arses and their cock-bulges, '' she continued,

'' The Uncles are a bit behind us and they look out for the contaminating old men, well they're often not that old actually, anyway they look out for the men that turn and follow us and then they proposition them, twenty quid deposit on the day, a hundred more on the Friday dark, they get all the booze, weed whatever they want and they get to fuck whoever they want all night. They get the pick of any of us — that's what I mean that I've got a lot to squeal. Like today, I won six Paying Uncles today dressed like this, showing off my bosom and flashing my breeches and my arse."

"So, on a Fri Night they go to your commune and get the option ?"

"Yeah. A lot of them lie with our mothers too because on a Friday they're like dressed to please, you know ? Fetish stuff — bosom and ass hanging out of fetish stuff and our men and boys dress the same, the guys get the choice of who they want to do it, of course."

beginner Michael could take no more. He bent over in his chair with his headspring between his legs.

"nooky the holy place mother of Christ herself and cum up her ass while the boy Saviour wanks over me,"he whispered to himself as he pumped his spunk into his front-runner, whisper-thin rubber briefs.

The spasms had just died away when her vocalisation came back to him..

"What did you just say, Father ?"

"I … er … was just saying a petition for you, my youngster,"he managed.

"Oh ! I thought I'd got you all randy and you just cum into your robe, founder ? If you did, Father, I'd erotic love to come adjacent door into your bit and lick the lousy cream off of your putz and musket ball ? I love scummy rooster and balls, 'specially if there's rooster cheese under your skin. Mama always told me that cock cheese is the loose woman's caviar - that's what she calls it. Do you desire me to come adjacent door, founder ? I seen the look in your centre when you saw me, same as all the other boy and men — you want to bonk me, Father — piece of tail it I'm coming next doorway, I've always wanted to love around with a holy man of fucking God !"

Then, she was in with him, in the confessional ! She stood, proud, massaging her mammilla through the near-see-through top.

"Like my bosom, Father ? All the men like my tits, they suck ‘ em, they lick ‘ em and I love it ! Men drooling over them, their screwing rooster standing like rock-and-roll. I love the fucking effect I have on boys and men. But ‘ specially the men, the dirty old men are my deary. They don't washables too full and I fucking love sniffing their dirty shaft and skinning them down and making a big show of licking their caviar. I don'swallow, I just get it into my lip, swirl it around a bit, savoring the taste and then dribble it outta my oral cavity, '' she pronounced it ‘ mouff'... `` Onto my tits, wipe it over these tits ( she squeezed them ) and down, over my belly ( her finger's breadth traced a communication channel down that fantastic belly ). I just love the stink of sex and fucking and piss. You can piss on me too, Father ? In my sass, up my cunt, I love the squirting feel, and up my arsehole. The feel of my innards filled with piss is fantastical !"

Father Michael's prick was trying to call down its head in the confines of the now-slimy rubber briefs.

"Want me to dance for you founder ?, ( that voice was so deeply intimate )

"I dance estimable, watch !"

The lady friend put her hands behind her head which had the effect of raising the hem of the skirt another inch and now Michael got a view that he hardly could consider. She was wearing a once-white satin thong and said thong was partially embedded in the late crack of a cameltoe cunt. The crotch was sordid and heavily stained

The girl ( still with her hands behind her head ) looked down where he was staring.

"I'm wet, Father-God. My cunt's been drooling ‘ cause I love showing off to the pestiferous old men, it makes me so fucking horny to see them lusting and knowing they want to hump me. Do you like the look of it, Father ? I've got a unspoiled cameltoe slit, haven't I Father ? Watch me trip the light fantastic it for you. Open your branch so I can get close.

She moved closer and began an ruffle movement in which she somehow managed to jerk her coxa in a have a go at it motion while her titmouse had an up-and-down campaign, seemingly as if her body was rubber. She moved closer so her cunt was almost on a level with his face.

"Can you smell me, father ? Can you smell my horny cunt. You can lick me if you want, and of course you're going to fuck me, aren't you, Church Father. You can't resist, can you Father ?"

Her movements became faster, even frenzied, he breathing fast and erotic as she became more aroused.

"I fucking sleep together the result I have on men. I want you to get it on me now Father !"

She dropped to her knee in social movement of him, slid his robe up his thighs.

"Oooh ! I like your pants, forefather. Nice and sexy and ( she felt him up ) and it feels squishy in there. Did I make you make out ? I did, didn't I founder ? You spunked your knickers and you had to lie to me about praying.

The girl's deal gently pulled the waistband down. Her face was in his groin as she revealed his cock.

"Oooh Father ! You've gibe a load for me veracious in your fetish knickers. It smells fucking georgeous, the smell of rubber and spunk !"

Father Michael's tool lay up his belly, twitching uncontrollably as he watched her repeal his ballock and get to lick and suckle at them. She grasped his cock as she licked her way up the shaft, wiping his semen over her face as she did so.

"Do YOU have any caviare, Father ?"she breathed."You have a wonderful cock, Father and I'm wondering when you death washed ? I love the olfactory sensation and taste of a filthy cock. I bet you wank a lot, founder. In your bed at night do you buck off on range in your thinker of fucking young girls - or maybe you like the boys as well, Father ? Do you dream of licking and sucking boys as you wank in your bed at night, Father ?"

His peter was now clean on the outside and at the top where the crown pushed out and she skinned it down a little and took deep sniffs, waggling it under her nose.

"I think you might have some, Father, I can smell it …. let's take a look…"

She skinned it right hand back.

"roll in the hay, Father ! Your cock is beautiful, just fucking beautiful ! And depend, you do accept some under the head bit, in the ridgepole !

Ooh FUCK I love that fucking scent !"Her nose was at it again, sniffing …. and sniffing some more.

"It's beautiful, sire, smells fucking fantastic. I love cheesy cocks, they smell like short Pisces the Fishes before you skin them back and then when you skin them back it's like slitting outdoors that dead fish's belly and exposing the decomposition guts. And licking yer knife inside, it's beautiful !"

founding father Michael had ostentation of himself in Hell, sitting alongside Old Nick himself while Lucifer watched and slowly wanked a immense, filthy-looking cock.

"Are you enjoying my lifestyle, Father Michael ?"Satan said."Because you know that you've crossed the line here, don't you ? I've got you hooked and you're wriggling on my line now, founder. No going back to the ultra-clean-and-shiny jesus thing, you're hooked on sexual perversion and you won't be capable to repent now, you're fucking about with me and not resisting so basically, you're mine !"

Father Michael didn't care. The missy pointy tongue was now licking under the glans and she was collecting his filth in her mouth. She stood up and bent right over him, her lips inches from his…

"Wan na kiss me, Father ?"she breathed."Wan na share your own nastiness in a dirty kiss ?"

She didn't waiting for a reply, her mouth mashed down on his, her tongue flicking in and out, she was breathing fast and he was wanking as she kissed him, now deeply. He could smell his filth off of her mouth and he could taste it now, too.

The girl stood up suddenly. She stood with her leg apart and slid her centre finger up and down that beautiful cameltoe cunt, pushing the slicked satin further into the cryptic cleft.

"assume a flavour and a smell of my dirty knickers, Father-God. lap them, yea, like that. Lick at them and take a deep flavour of me.

Father Michael smelled, Father Michael licked. Father-God Michael's nose pushed into that cameltoe.

He smelled. He licked.Then she hooked a thumb into the sash and pulled the thong down. Her knee was trembling now, she herself was so excited…

"You're working for Satan now, Father and He wants you to bask me. He wants you to consume the illegal joy that jesus-fucking-christ has been denying you…

"lick me out, Father Michael. rub your nose into my fucking dirty yap and enjoy the ooze. Does it sense good ? I was fucked last night and this dawning, founding father and I haven't washed. My cunt look of the rotting sperms, Father. I can smell it from up here. The fucking dirty stuff that was squirted up there last night and the nighttime before and the Nox before that ! look fucking gorgeous !

Ooooh, Father Michael ! lick me out ! punch that fucking smelly dirtbox scavenge ! Ooh you've found my button, my nubbin, my hooded lady, my buck, it's big Church Father, it's fucking rear just like your cock, lap up it gently, oooh yea, gorgeous, let me skin it back for you, Father, you can try my cunt cheese. Two fingers held her snatch open and she thrust it into his aspect, wiped it all over and just as he sucked her clit into his mouth she pulled his head into her cunt and began a wild poke, banging herself against his nerve as the slit gushed slime into his mouth and she orgasmed, mewling like a kitty, gasping for breath.

Then she was on his lap, his shaft was up her and his seven inches of thick meat was stretching that young cunt. She continued to shoot down on him and he put his deal up the flimsy top and kneaded those beautiful, upturned mammilla. The tit were rock firmly. She jerked on him so he could find the mind of his turncock scraping the very top of the cunt.

"Oooh nookie ! Fuck ! FUCK ! Yessss ! She hissed at him"credit crunch my fucking teats, hard, squeeze those pap I'm fucking cumming, oh fucking ! I'm pissing ! I'm squirting. Fucking Redeemer ! Your rooster feels so fucking goood, father. Oooh fuck Father say a few Hail Satans it'll make you feel better, Father ! You and me, we both belong to Satan and all the lecherousness he gives us !"Jeasus is finished ! Lucifer has you now, you're feeling the heat and lecherousness, squirting your spunk up me, Father, fuck that filthy cunt !"



THE END OF CHAPTER ONE.

Do you want to receive out what happens when founding father Michael visits the commune ? Will he allure Father of the Church Brian to go with him ? What will hap when he goes ? These are all actual dubiousness I want some ideas for because chapter two hasn't been written yet. I will work on your theme so please collapse me your thought !