Heaven or Hell What Gate Will Open For You

What would you do if you think you have reached heaven’s gate and knocked but the gate did not open? Won’t you wonder “are am actually at the right place (heaven’s gate)?” if there are other gates around or even far away won’t you feel like going to knock at those gates and see if there would open easily for you to enter? Very few people may reach heaven’s gate and enter without knocking because it was already open for them. Some would need to knock once or twice before the gate would open for them. Many turned back because the gate did not open as fast as they expected. Some of them even went to other gates which they did not truly love, and they ended up unhappily. Few people did not only reached the heaven’s gate but they also stood there or even lay down knocking and waiting patiently for it to open, no matter how long it would take, because they are certain it is the gate they dreamt of, desired, and would love to enter.

This is the situation of life because life achievements may seem easy to reach for some people. While it would take much hard work for others to attain their goals, dreams, and sincere heart desires. Truly like God said to Abraham, it has always been, “as far as you can see.” Yet many of us do not know it. Most of those that had to wait at the gate did so because they could see beyond the closed gate. They are the class of people whose life’s achievement and success stories usually inspires others. This situation also concerns our marriages, relationship, professions, dreams, job among others because there are times we would wonder if we are in the right profession, in love with the right person, having the right dreams, and doing the right job. Truly what should matter is if what we do, it is for our own interest and the interest of others, and if we sincerely love what we do be it a job, dream, profession, or person because love is necessary for us to have patience to wait for the change we expect to see when the gate opens.

God said, “My thoughts for you are of good and not of evil to bring you to an expected end.”

Therefore, we can only reach the end we expect if we can patiently hang on in our struggle, no matter how well sealed the gate would look like. But lo!!! Fear not if you should have to wait for a life time or even die waiting at the gate which you truly love and strongly desire to enter. You should be happy for being faithful till the end. Most of the freedom humanity and Nations enjoy today were dreams was that stated by some men.

The reality is that you may think your going to heaven, but if your heart is not “Pure” and your life has not lined up with what God is expected, it’s not going to happen. If you knock on gates, and they don’t open maybe you at the wrong one, so you know Satan got something for you, and you don’t even have to knock.

With My Fingers Wet, Her Hand On My Cock, Forgive Me, I Have Fallen In Sin!

"Would you please rise as we sing hymn number two hundred thirty two," the musical director with his gay ass said to the congregation. The nearly five hundred-member church stood as many turned the pages of their song books. A moment later the director held his arms up and then a joyful sound filled the hall.

Sandra looked up at her father, Jerry, as he sang deeply. His voice was one she never tired of hearing. Singing hymns was her favorite part of services each week because of him. Watching him with adoration as he paid close attention to the director she felt warm in his presence. Returning her gaze to the song book her father held out for her she raised her voice as well.

On the second verse she noticed that her father was no longer singing. Placing her finger in the book, she moved it along to the word that they were on. After a about half a dozen words when he still had not heard his voice she turned to him. Her father was looking down, at her big ass breast, with the nipples coming through her blouse, but not at the book. Following his gaze she looked down at her chest and suddenly understood what had taken his breath away.

Sandra was a full-bodied young teenage woman, as her aunt liked to say. She was what some men called nice and thick. Her hips were full, her bottom wide and her stomach was round. Many of the girls her age were much thinner with very nice figures, so much so that she always felt a certain amount of self consciousness. But she never felt inadequate in the bust department. Her breasts were soft and pillowy. Definitely more than a handful, one boyfriend had remarked.

It was her chest that had captivated her father, of all people, in the middle of a church hymn. The dress she wore was tight about her bosom, as many of her clothes were, but there was a piece of fabric that covered her cleavage to give her the modesty church required. This white cloth that covered the gap between her breasts had fallen forward an inch; just enough so that if someone was looking directly down they could see her tits cradled in the white lace bra.

Sandra felt a blush creep across her face and spread quickly down into her chest where her nipples stiffened and began to ache pleasantly. The fact that her father's ogling had turned her on caused her blush to deepen even more. Surprised by her own reaction Sandra coughed to relieve the tension. Her father patted her on her back, looking down with concern on his face. She nodded that she was okay and then the song ended.

As everyone sat down Sandra grabbed her cardigan sweater off the pew and excused herself to the ladies room. She locked the stall door in the restroom as she set herself down on the toilet. Fanning her face she tried to calm herself but with each passing moment she kept recalling the look of lust on her father's face as he gazed at her body.

Gathering her flowing skirt Sandra tentatively slipped a hand under her dress and had to bite her tongue to suppress a moan finding that her panties were damp. Her other hand quickly rose to her left breast and tweaked her nipple hard through the bra. The wetness between her thighs was growing quickly.

Making a quick decision Sandra pulled the white bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through the loops. She pressed the loose straps between the bra and her skin so they would not swing free. With a grunt she tore the white modesty fabric from the front of her dress and then pulled her bra down so that her nipples were no longer covered by the cups of the brassiere. She reversed the cardigan sweater so that it covered her chest instead of her back and stepped out of the stall.

When Sandra returned to her father the sermon was just beginning. Jerry reached over to pull the song book out of her way as she sat down but he wasn't quick enough and she sat on his hand, pinning it to the seat beneath her soft ass. He gave her an apologetic look and tried to pull his hand free but Sandra reached between them and held his forearm still. She gave him a soft dreamy look and wiggled her bottom.

Shifting her weight slightly Sandra guided her father's hand to turn over so that her ass rested on his palm. His eyes widened as she gyrated a little in his grip and he started to say something to her when he realized she seemed to be paying attention to the sermon. Bewildered by this sudden turn of events he too looked up to the pulpit and tried to listen to the words the preacher spoke.

After a minute he could feel his daughter's weight shift around a little, the pressure of her bottom against his hand encouraging the erection forming in his pants. His fingers flexed to grip her cushiony ass and from the corner of his eye he saw Sandra close her eyes slowly as she sucked in air through parted lips. Her mouth curved in a small smile and he could tell her eyes were rolling back in delight as he continued his furtive groping.

Jerry tried to look about without appearing to do so, gauging whether anyone had noticed that his daughter was sitting on his hand. No one was looking at them with a disapproving stare. Mrs. Jacobsen, an eighty year old grandmother of seven, smiled at him when he turned around to look at the row directly behind. Returning her smile weakly, Jerry faced forward once again.

Sandra leaned into her father. When Jerry looked down at her she held the sweater away from her body and he could clearly see the changes she had made to her dress. It was his turn to suck in air as he beheld the beauty of her cleavage hidden to all but him. Her ivory white skin was on full display and the dark valley formed by her breasts caused him to grip her fleshy cheek tightly.

A light giggle escaped Sandra's lips as she felt her father's reaction, the ache in her chest and the wetness between her thighs growing. Jerry could clearly see the flesh around the tip of her breast crinkle up as the nipple became ever larger. His cock became engorged as he gazed upon the tender flesh of his daughter's womanly body.

"Amen," the congregation said.

Jerry tore his gaze away from his daughter's heaving bosom and tried valiantly to pay attention as his hand kneaded the soft ass pressed onto his hand. Sandra laid her hand upon his thigh as she nuzzled her father's shoulder. The smell of his aftershave was light and hypnotic and she felt herself drifting into a haze as she concentrated on the scent. She could feel his erection just at the edge of her fingertip as it grew down his pant leg. With just a small flex of her finger she could rub the crown of his cock imperceptibly.

Jerry's breathing became softly shallow as his heart raced in his chest. The fear of being caught, in church no less, coupled with the fact that it was his very own daughter made him more aroused than he had ever been. Within moments of her furtive rubbing his cock was at full mast and he could feel wetness upon his upper thigh where pre-cum was leaking.

Sandra was not satisfied though and moved her hand once again, placing it atop his cock completely. She started to make small rubbing motions and Jerry had to cough to cover up the groan he let out. With a terrified look he stared at his daughter whose smoldering eyes betrayed her innocent smile. Sandra's pussy was flooded and she was sure he would feel it as she soaked the seat beneath her. She relished the feel of his manhood underneath her fingers and she squeezed him slowly as she rubbed its length as much as she dared.

For a time Sandra was content to tease her father mercilessly but she was being tortured as well and needed more. Her pussy ached to be touched and she delighted in the wickedness of doing it in this holy place. Removing her hand from her father's lap she began to pick at her full skirt. Twisting slowly she pulled the skirt up and removed her father's hand from under her butt, much to his disappointment. Painstakingly slow she pulled the skirt up higher and higher until it was bunched up against the back of the seat and her panty covered ass was directly against the pew. When at last she was finished she leaned into her father and stared up at him until he brought his ear close to her.

"Put your hand back," she whispered as quietly as she could. When her father nodded she grabbed the loose material tightly in a bunch and then leaned away from him reaching for another song book. As her ass lifted off the seat he pushed his hand underneath the skirt until he felt the warmth of her sex. When Sandra leaned back she had to adjust herself so that she could sit with his hand wedged in the crack of her ass comfortably. At last she settled down, leaning a little forward so as not to be too obvious. Her father's fingers were pressed up against her soaking panties, pressing lightly against the aroused lips of her sex.

Jerry felt her weight settle and he had to bite his lip to keep from wincing aloud. The awkward angle was quite painful and he had to shift lower in the seat to accommodate the strange position. He looked about nervously, still hoping that no one suspected what was happening under their very noses. Flexing his fingers against his daughter's pussy he felt the wetness of her desire. He pressed against her nether lips rhythmically and soon could feel her shifting her weight in time to his movements.

Sandra gripped her father's thigh once again, this time tightly as she rode his hand. She curled just the end of her fingers around the ridge of his cock and palmed it as much as she could without being too obvious. Faking a yawn, she pressed her hand up against her mouth trying to stifle a cry as her father's fingers worked the underwear aside and dipped into her honey soaked pussy.

Jerry listened to the sermon, trying to determine when it was going to end. Glancing at his watch he guessed they had about three minutes left. Knowing that their game was about to conclude he decided to step it up a gear and really give his daughter a ride. Pushing his pinky and ring finger into her pussy as deeply as he could, he stroked her clit with his middle finger. A wicked gleam twinkled in his eyes as Sandra's face immediately froze in a look of muted horror. She tried to plead with him out of the corner of her eyes but she couldn't move to look at him directly.

Sandra's breathing became erratic and her lips trembled as an orgasm approached, though no other outward sign betrayed what was truly happening to her. Twitching slightly she gripped the pew in front of her and tried to remain as still as possible as her father fingered her pussy towards climax. Jerry could smell her now, the flow of her juices was too great and it was only a matter of time before the people around them smelled it too. Filled with lust and desire he abandoned all sense and concentrated on making his daughter cum.

The damn broke and Sandra's whole body tensed as if she were bearing the weight of the world. Her hands turned white with strain as she tried to tear the wooden bench in front of her to pieces as her loins exploded in delirious pleasure. Screwing her eyes shut in concentration she bit down hard and locked her jaw as she tried to remain quiet as the waves of excruciating joy crashed against her.

"So remember," the preacher was concluding, "prayer is not a chore, it's a twenty four hour hotline to God."

"A-MEN!" Sandra shouted loudly with relief, stunning everyone around her.

The preacher did a little jump, startled as well.

"Thank you sister," he said amusedly.

Jerry pulled his hand free immediately and sat up straight. He pressed his fingers together and leaned over with them near his face. He inhaled her scent deeply and felt his throbbing cock threaten to explode. With sheer will he pulled his hands away and looked up to see his daughter settling back against the seat with a dreamy look spread across her face.

As the services concluded Sandra pulled the sweater on properly, buttoning it up all the way to hide her cleavage. She stood and held out her hand to her father. When he took it she pulled him close to her body and walked in front of him to hide his dick.

Man, I was in my father’s house, looking and thinking about my daughter’s blouse, and thinking about her round ass. Ok you mutha fuckas no the story, but don’t tell nobody we fucked later that night, and that pussy was so fucking good.

Don’t judge me, FUCK YOU at least I told the truth, some of you have looked at one of your family members sideways before.

Trailer Park Whore, Fucking Her Dog Duke

Lick Mama Duke

In the trailer park community she lived alone with her rock wilder Duke, but she was very lonely and miserable. She is 45 years of age her face sunken in from smoking crack for many years, but she is clean now. In this trailer park, there were married men and single and they all enjoyed hanging out with Irene, who would always have something good to eat, drink, and she always had on very short pants, and wore low cut blouses. Many of the men have stayed over night, and whoever stayed they got their dicks sucked real good, and she had some good wet juicy trailer park pussy. All the guys in the trailer park would talk about how good Irene pussy was. One day Irene was home and horny and wanted some more dick, but not from the guys in the park. She got so horny she looked at her dog duke, and started rubbing on her very hairy pussy with one hand, and pulling and stroking dukes dick with the other hand. Irene had never done anything like this before, but to her dick was dick, even if that dick came from her dog. This “PWT” a.k.a Poor White Trash pulled the skin back on this dog dick and she started sucking his dick, and she put her finger in his ass, to keep his dick real hard. She learned this trick with some of the many men she had fucked around with over the years. While she was sucking the dogs dick, she was trying to figure out a way to get the dog to eat her pussy, because while sucking the dogs dick, she notice that he was really liking what she was doing to him. You see dogs cum back to back and their dicks swell 4 to 5 times larger than their normal size. Well, how about Irene had remembered her dog loved peanut butter, so she went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter to rub it allover her pussy, trying to get duke to lick that trailer park cat. That shit didn’t work, so she wanted him to fuck her, this bitch has gone to damn far this time, but when a bitch want to get fuck, its like by any means to make that shit happen.

Irene, got on her knees, and tried to get duke to get behind her and start to fuck her just like he would another dog. This bitch had to get that peanut butter smell off her pussy, so she had t get her own pussy wet again, so that duke could sniff, and smell pussy on her just like he would on a dog. After she washed up, and rubbed her pussy, she made herself cum, so hard, she squirted all over the dog’s face. Irene was talking shit to the dog, just like a bitch would to a man. Irene, got on her knees, put dukes paws on her back, this time duke started humping, his dick came out, and he was able to straddle Irene, and when he got in that pussy, he was fucking her hard and deep. Irene was moaning, screaming, and calling dukes name, just like she would a man. Duke came back to back. Duke would CUM, rest, a few seconds, only to start up again.

In the end Duke became her TRUE best friend, she started buying duke steak, and eggs, getting him groomed on a regular basses. Treating her dog like a king, now isn’t that some shit. You mutha fucka’s bet not get know ideas, because the police have jail cells for you freaks, that may want to do a little something extra for you pets.