floor Codes : Incest, consensual sex, teens, depraved, family unit, filth, disgusting, odor, tall mallow, Satan, blasphemy

outline : Based around the on-key story of the Colt Family, a totally inbred family of 48 who were discovered by authorities in 2012 living in a commune in the Australian outback. Everyone was fucking everyone and none of the kids knew who their maternal Father-God were - there were so many possibleness ! ( Google it )

beginner Michael

It was a sunny and hot Tuesday afternoon. Father Michael parked his car at the end of the track, behind the b as instructed. There were a few former vehicle there, an old pickup, two minibuses ( equally old ) and a few other vehicles. He was excited.

Fatherhood Michael was xxx years of age, quite a good-looking guy and he kept his body in trim with habitue weights and use in the flat that he shared with founding father Brian. begetter Michael has been a Catholic priest for two days. He had joined the priesthood not through a erotic love of the lord God but through a oblique wish to be able to work closely with kids.

When he and begetter Brian got a prostrate together and they had lived together a few months 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 get laid him, usually after they had consumed whiskey and weed and watched some porn together.

To the church senior they were scrupulous young priests who carried out their tariff as required.

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

It had been a hushed day at his church. He had been at the back of the Christian church when a girl had walked in, looking furtively from side to side although she hadn't seen father Michael. Michael was transfixed. She was young, jet Joseph Black, straight tomentum, shoulder distance. Pretty, but in a somehow very sexual form of way. She was very well tanned and the tan was easy to see because of what she wore. A lycra-spandex booby top, open at the bottom so it sort of hung over her mammilla, which were nude underneath and jiggled as she moved. founding father Michael thought to himself that all a boy had to do was to put his manus up under it and — Father Michael was getting a hard-on and his respiration quickened as the little girl made her way towards the front of the church.

Her back was bare. She wore a white micro-skirt in the Lapplander fabric as the top. The wench was catapult low on her hips. A chain belt was around her shank and Padre Michael guessed it would pay heed down at the movement. As she walked, the bird raised and fell and he caught glimpses of bare ass cheeks.

He was mesmerized, took a quick facial expression around him and squeezed his cock through his gown. He was fully backbreaking by the time she reached the altar and she shouted a neural"hullo ?"

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

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

The mountain chain had a silver serpent dangling at the prat which was in alignment with ( he imagined ) the juncture of her second joint. The skirt was so little it barely covered her fork. The hemline was at the crossroads of her slightly-muscled and tan thighs and he imagined that as she walked through the urban center to get to the church she must suffer been flashing her knicker privates as well. On her feet she wore Patrick Victor Martindale White trainers which had seen better days.

Father Michael swallowed hard and forced his eyes upwards. He was rewarded by a neural grinning which lit up her face. The tooth were perfectly white and in contrast to the jet whisker and tanned complexion.

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

His head was a whirlwind.

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

'' The confessional is over there, my child, I'll join you in a moment,"he managed to say, as he watched her make her way towards it ; and fuck, yes ! The cheeks of that ass were flashing his hungry center as she walked.

He had seen the Gypsy trollop of the town walking around wearing next-to-nothing shorts and bird and had a wank or two at night remembering the visual modality he had seen and wondering what their parents thought, letting them out on the streets dressed like loose woman but none of them could play off what this girl had dared to endure that afternoon.

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

"What is your public figure, my nestling,"he asked.

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

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

"I have sinned, Father. I need forgiveness, band of forgiveness."

"How have you sinned, my tyke ?"

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

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

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

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

Father Michael swallowed hard.

"Go on, my tiddler — squeal your sins to me."

"Well Father-God, I live on this farm out of town, it's a sort of commune, we're all the Saami family see ... and ... well ... we fuck a lot together ... so I need forgiveness ... see ?"

"I see,"said forefather Michael.

His robe was up and he was gently squeezing the protrusion of his cock through his favorite undergarment - total darkness natural rubber step-in briefs. He swallowed hard.

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

"Wi'my brothers and uncles, Father. They all want to fuck me, see ? But the affair is I fucking love all the fucking 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 have intercourse getting fucked and on Friday we have this debauch thing where the Paying Uncles get to come and make love us and our mommy and uncles too and I love that even to a greater extent, dancing for the begrime old fuckers, letting them sense me up and fuck me, it's not right, is it founding father ?"

"Ahem, what do you think by Paying Uncles, Esme ?"

"A few of us get all sexy-dressed and we walk around town. A brace of uncles are behind us at a length. Of form, we get followed ‘ cause us girls are wearing skimpy clobber, round top and mingy shorts and the like and the boys the like — tight drawers showing their cunning little arses and their cock-bulges, '' she continued,

'' The Uncles are a bit behind us and they look out for the dirty 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 night, they get all the booze, weed whatever they want and they get to make love whoever they want all night. They get the pickaxe of any of us — that's what I mean that I've got a lot to concede. Like today, I won six Paying Uncles today dressed like this, showing off my boob and flashing my knickers and my arse."

"So, on a Friday night they go to your commune and get the option ?"

"Yeah. A lot of them make love our mother too because on a Friday they're like dressed to delight, you know ? hoodoo stuff and nonsense — tits and ass hanging out of fetish stuff and our men and boy dress the same, the guys get the choice of who they want to fuck, of course."

founding father Michael could assume no more. He bent over in his chair with his straits between his legs.

"shag the Holy Mother of Deliverer herself and cum up her ass while the boy Christ wanks over me,"he whispered to himself as he pumped his spunk into his favorite, whisper-thin rubber briefs.

The spasm had just died away when her vocalism came back to him..

"What did you just say, Father ?"

"I … er … was just saying a orison for you, my child,"he managed.

"Oh ! I thought I'd got you all randy and you just cum into your robe, Father ? If you did, Father, I'd beloved to come next doorway into your bit and work the filthy emollient off of your cock and balls ? I love scummy cocks and balls, 'specially if there's pecker Malva sylvestris under your skin. Mama always told me that cock Malva sylvestris is the slut's Caviar - that's what she calls it. Do you want me to make out next door, Padre ? I seen the look in your eyes when you saw me, Same as all the other boy and men — you want to fuck me, sire — Fuck it I'm coming succeeding door, I've always wanted to fuck around with a holy place man of fucking God !"

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

"Like my tits, father ? All the men like my titmouse, they suck ‘ em, they lick ‘ em and I love it ! Men drooling over them, their fucking prick standing like rock music. I love the get it on result I have on boys and men. But ‘ specially the men, the muddy old men are my favorites. They don't wash too good and I fucking love sniffing their dirty cocks and skinning them down and making a big appearance of licking their caviare. I don'swallow, I just get it into my mouth, swirl it around a bit, savoring the tasting and then drivel it outta my mouthpiece, '' she pronounced it ‘ mouff'... `` Onto my tits, wipe it over these boob ( she squeezed them ) and down, over my belly ( her digit traced a credit line down that fantastic belly ). I just bonk the reek of sex and screwing and piss. You can piss on me too, Father ? In my mouth, up my pussy, I love the squirting flavor, and up my arsehole. The smell of my viscera filled with piss is fantastic !"

beginner Michael's turncock was trying to arouse its read/write head in the confines of the now-slimy rubber briefs.

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

"I dance estimable, watch !"

The daughter put her hands behind her oral sex which had the issue of raising the hem of the skirt another inch and now Michael got a view that he hardly could think. She was wearing a once-white satin thong and said thong was partially embedded in the deep cleft of a cameltoe twat. The genital organ was dirty and heavily stained

The fille ( still with her work force behind her head ) looked down where he was staring.

"I'm wet, Father. My snatch's been drooling ‘ causal agent I love showing off to the muddied old men, it makes me so fucking horny to see them lusting and knowing they want to be intimate me. Do you like the look of it, father ? I've got a commodity cameltoe bitch, haven't I Father ? Watch me dance it for you. Open your legs so I can get close.

She moved closer and began an undulating movement in which she somehow managed to jerk her pelvic girdle in a fucking motion while her teat had an up-and-down movement, seemingly as if her torso was galosh. She moved closer so her puss was almost on a level with his face.

"Can you smell me, beginner ? Can you smell my horny pussy. You can lick me if you want, and of class you're going to have sex me, aren't you, Father. You can't resist, can you get ?"

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

"I fucking love the result I have on men. I want you to bonk me now Father !"

She dropped to her knees in forepart of him, slid his robe up his thighs.

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

The girl's hands gently pulled the waistband down. Her side was in his jetty as she revealed his cock.

"Oooh beginner ! You've slam a load for me ripe in your fetish knickerbockers. It smells fucking georgeous, the spirit of rubber and spunk !"

father Michael's peter lay up his belly, twitching uncontrollably as he watched her filch his lump and get to lick and suckle at them. She grasped his peter as she licked her way up the shaft, wiping his seminal fluid over her face as she did so.

"Do YOU have any caviare, Father ?"she breathed."You have a wonderful cock, Father of the Church and I'm wondering when you last washed ? I love the sense of smell and taste of a filthy cock. I bet you wank a lot, beginner. In your bed at nighttime do you twitch off on trope in your mind of fucking young daughter - or maybe you like the boy as well, Father ? Do you aspiration of licking and sucking boys as you wank in your bed at night, father ?"

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

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

She skinned it right back.

"Fuck, male parent ! Your rooster is beautiful, just fucking beautiful ! And search, you do have some under the headway bit, in the ridge !

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

"It's beautiful, Father, smells fucking marvellous. I love cheesy peter, they smell like dead Pisces before you skin them back and then when you skin them back it's like slitting unresolved that dead Fish's belly and exposing the putrefaction guts. And licking yer clapper inside, it's beautiful !"

Fatherhood Michael had wink of himself in nether region, sitting alongside Satan himself while Satan watched and slowly wanked a huge, filthy-looking cock.

"Are you enjoying my life style, forefather 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 billet now, father. No going back to the ultra-clean-and-shiny jesus matter, you're hooked on perversion and you won't be able-bodied to repent now, you're fucking about with me and not resisting so basically, you're mine !"

founding father Michael didn't care. The young lady pointy knife was now licking under the glans and she was collecting his smut in her mouth. She stood up and bent rightfulness over him, her lips inch from his…

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

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

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

"drive a face and a look of my dirty knickers, Church Father. Lick them, yea, like that. Lick at them and take a late smell of me.

father Michael smelled, father Michael licked. Father 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 Lucifer now, Father and He wants you to savor me. He wants you to own the illegal delight that jesus-fucking-christ has been denying you…

"lap me out, Father Michael. Wipe your nose into my fucking dirty hole and savour the slime. Does it smell out good ? I was fucked last Night and this dayspring, Father and I haven't washed. My cunt smells of the putrefaction spermatozoan, Padre. I can reek it from up here. The fucking dirty hooey that was squirted up there last Nox and the Nox before and the night before that ! olfaction fucking gorgeous !

Ooooh, founding father Michael ! Lick me out ! Lick that fucking smelly dirtbox houseclean ! Ooh you've found my clitoris, my nubbin, my hooded lady, my one dollar bill, it's big Father, it's fucking set up just like your cock, clobber it gently, oooh yea, gorgeous, let me bark it back for you, Padre, you can savor my bitch cheese. Two finger held her cunt overt and she thrust it into his face, 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 thrusting, banging herself against his face as the cunt gushed gook into his mouth and she orgasmed, mewling like a kitten, gasping for breath.

Then she was on his lap, his cock was up her and his seven inches of dense sum was stretching that Brigham Young bitch. She continued to buck on him and he put his hands up the flimsy top and kneaded those beautiful, upturned tits. The tit were rock gruelling. She jerked on him so he could finger the head of his prick scraping the very top of the cunt.

"Oooh Fuck ! Fuck ! FUCK ! Yessss ! She hissed at him"squeezing my fucking teats, hard, squeeze those nipples I'm ass cumming, oh Fuck ! I'm pissing ! I'm squirting. Fucking Jesus ! Your rooster feels so fucking goood, Father. Oooh fuck Father say a few Hail Beelzebub it'll make you feel better, father ! You and me, we both belong to Beelzebub and all the lust he gives us !"Jeasus is finished ! Old Nick has you now, you're feeling the warmth and lust, squirting your mettle up me, Father, fuck that lousy snatch !"



THE END OF CHAPTER ONE.

Do you require to receive out what happens when father Michael visits the commune ? Will he tempt Father Brian to go with him ? What will find when he goes ? These are all genuine questions I want some ideas for because chapter two hasn't been written yet. I will work on your estimate so please give me your idea !