COLLEGE GIRL PORN CONFESSIONS WITH FATHER B.
College girl porn is something wild! And, going to an all-girls Catholic college was my Dad’s idea. After all, what kind of trouble could a troubled young girl get into at a religious institution? First of all, when one is searching, trouble rests under every rock. Believe me, I know! I’m wearing dirt under my fingernails as proof! Giggle.
So, every day at school, I tried my damnedest to stay on the straight and narrow…as much as I could. I decided that noon confession was the answer. And Father B. was my chosen one. Furthermore, he was good looking and wore the cassock so well. Hey! I wasn’t dead, I was just horny! And, I loved the way he smelled. Maybe he wore cologne on his vestments for celebrations. Whatever it was, made my tight, teen pussy swell and drip for him!
Here’s where college girl porn enters my thoughts. Oh, to have that fine man of God standing before me, cock in hand stroking as I pretend not to notice. Heehee. I squirmed in my pew thinking about it and wondered if he could SEE my thoughts. Maybe, it made him hard to know what he did to me. Did he take confessions to avoid being seen with his boner protruding? LOL.
I always chose lunchtime to do confession since it was slow. Moreover, I suppose Father felt the same about it. Slowly approaching the booth, I heard the familiar moan of the hinges, then slid onto the seat. My nearly naked little tush made a squeak as I slid. My thighs were coated with a thin film of girl juices, and I blushed.
College Girl Porn is again playing inside my brain, and this time I giggle out loud!
Could he smell the faint scent of pineapple cumming from between my thighs? Yes, GOD, PLEASE let him smell me! He drew a deep breath before beginning to ask about my virtue, so I let it rip! That’s what confession is all about, isn’t it? He coughed briefly before asking about me being a “good girl” and I asked if “sucking his cock would be considered being good, or if I was venturing into the taboo of college girl porn?” I believe I caught that old bastard off-guard! Squiiiiish!
I told Father that I was a whore! That I craved the taste of cum. Cold cum, hot cum, it didn’t really matter as long as I got to suck it down my filthy wanton throat! I took off my white cotton blouse and jiggled my tits and he could clearly see me through the grated window. I could see his dick just as clearly. And I wanted it so much that I pulled the little door aside and grabbed a handful of dick. DAMN! He was so fucking warm and hard for me!
What I never knew was that he had built a trap door that no parishioners could see. He slid it open and grabbed my tit and began stroking his thumbs over my nipples. One hand slid deftly into my white panties and found my bare, wet cunt waiting for him. He thrust two fingers deep in my fragrant well and started the milking process!
I came before I knew it was cumming! I moaned into his hand, clamped over my mouth and let the stream flow. Warm, thick and smooth, he began cumming on my tits and down my belly. Yet, he was STILL hard as a rock.
However, College girl porn was about to begin!
I looked quizzically at him and he smiled a smile that said he hadn’t cum in…FOREVER! LOL. Father took me in his arms and kissed me like I was his first. Was I his first? Oh, DAMN! Maybe I was! How hot is it knowing I turned a PRIEST OUT? Oh, let me tell you…so fucking hot! I felt for his dick again and found it STILL at the ready for my teen attentions.
In a flash, he turned me away from him and SLAMMED that big-ass dick into my asshole! I guess he thought I’d scream out because his hand clamped my mouth again. It slid in, but not without some shoving, which he was HAPPY to provide, by the way.
“Oh, Father!” I murmured over and again as he pounded first my pussy, then my ass. He shot his load while buried in my ass up to his balls and that’s when he heard it. Whoopsie! My battery was dead on my cell and I was recording it all for posterity. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I was recording it all for BLACKMAIL!
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