Immortality Demonic Possession Since Birth Nosferatu the Undead

For centuries some have talked about immortality, and being able to live forever. Just the thought of living forever is so taboo, but some truly believe in the super natural. The rituals that have been performed over the years to achieve this have cost some immortality seekers their life.  In the past you would find more whites trying to stay in this forsaken land. Society, it was almost like as if they were going to succeed but despite the preservation of life of the sacrifice we all want to live forever.  You see in immortality the dead walks among us to devour the living, and some of the living trying to get to the so called “Other Side”.  Hell the other side is right here on earth, both this life and the afterlife, being desired from both sides. Shit I can only tell you about the time I almost succumbed to the pearls of the dark side of immortality. Let me just say mine I was a young child growing up, I saw her way back then before I became full grown with this black snake demonic moan. As a child she would come to me in my dreams then she started appearing to me while I was awake. Early on I use to be afraid of what I knew and who she really was and what she wanted from me. You see he and I, was born as one yet we are three but share the same biological DNA.

The first born is calm, cool and collective, but suffers from mental illness. Yes the 1^st born had issues before he ever knew he was a triplet. You see the personality of the first born had split personality that would show up and show the fuck out.  Everyone who had met the first born would meet, or had not met, had no idea how fucked up he truly was, but his ass really understood he was different. Hiding or risking the chance of being discovered was risky over the years.  At the early age of 10 the first born, and the other him, met their other brother who was really a spirit. They met on the inside the mind and body of the host, so when they got together they found out they really were “Triplets”. Cohabitating within the main host was easy, because all three understood their roles. Just imagine God allowing his child to co-exist with two others. You know early on in this story I spoke about immortality, and living forever was only an option for one of the “Triplett’s”. So when this familiar spirit reached out and summoned the sex craved middle child, it knew how to attract the spirit with the things if had desires for and that was flesh and the possibility to life forever.  The spirit was so strong as a child that he had ask his parents about his genetic blood line because of the strong spirit that had been teasing him and taunting him since he was only 5 years old. You know what’s really fucked up is that these “Triplett’s” was all born the same day but they had different ages, but appeared the same age.

The firstborn had struggled early with the strength of his sexual side, so bad that he asked his parents one day. He went to both of his parental units to seek information about the other family members only to ask the question.  I am I the only one like me in our family?  They both paused and look at each other and said yes, why do you ask, but their ass knew why he was asking. He was asking because that sexual demonic spirit showed up at 5 and tried to fuck the shit out of this girl who he knew had a familiar spirit on her as well, and laid dormant for 5 additional years before he would return to seek havoc over this young boys life.  While growing up this ‘Female Demons” was ordered by Satan himself, so this wicked demonic force would be around and had follow him while growing up.  She stayed in his dreams, and his visions as well as his dick that would get so fucking hard, even if the wind would blow. 

One triplet, was calm, one was angry and hostile, and would fuck you up quick, The 3^rd triplet had both the calm and the anger, and the sex shit but they all got along together.  To this day the “Demons” is still following him, this he knows for certain. The spirit of sex is so strong that the 3 boys now men have to do like the vampires did, they have to “Feed” you know go and seek another victim so that the spirit can continue to be distributed among other humans. 

She got pregnant, but the Demon Fuck Me and Hugged Me

This major life changing experience happened on the lower south side of Chicago. He was Black and at the tender age of 23 he had met this hot peace of Greek Pussy mixed with Italian she was 20 years of age in number, but she was wise beyond her years, and he admired that. The both of them was attracted to each other, so they both wanted to fuck. Lovell and Dayanara which means “Husband Slayer”. Lovell had no clue what he was dealing with, because all he saw was Ass and Pussy along with those big soft tits, he couldn’t wait to play with. They both started out very slow, so it would not seem that they both wanted to satisfy their flesh. Lovell really put a lot of efforts into courting Dayanara, whose Greek background meant she was not slow to the things of life. After dating, for a while, Lovell invited Dayanara to his home, and they had dinner and fucked liked rabbits. In that one night they fucked at least 5 times, each time was more intense then before. Did I forget to mention that he gave her that Ghetto dick Bareback, meaning his ass did not put a condom on that dick, and she liked that shit, he skeeted, over and over, and filled her hot hole up.  Lovell was playing with Dayanara’s pussy, and she fucked around and “Squirted” all over his face, she creamed, and screamed at the same time.  You see no woman have ever “Squirted” in his face, and he has never smelled the true essence of a pussy that had a sweet smell like hers before. Most of the pussy he has smelled, was like “Pissy Fishy Pussy”.  If you all remember a woman’s Pheromones can mentally fuck a man up, almost like Voodoo, hell it is real spell. Lovell, and Dayanara hot steamy love affair continued on for months, of them fucking all over the city, hell Lovell got her so hot she even started “Swallowing” Lovell’s hot load to the back of her throat, then she would spit that shit back up all over his dick, just like the porno’s they had enjoyed watching together. One day Lovell had put a lot of oil all over Dayanara’s hot ass body, and as he rubbed this oil in and on all over her body, he noticed that when he would rub near her asshole, she would start to moan, so he put one of his fingers in her ass, then 2 and then 3 fingers in that ass and he had her so opened, he started to “Fist Fucker”, but instead he made her get on her knees, he stood up and slowly put his “King Sized” dick in her ass. Dayanara’s begin to “CUM” yes “CUM from her ass. Dayanara felt so good she began to cry from the intensity of his dick pounding on her cervix, as his big balls was just slapping on that hot Greek pussy.  The pressure had her gasping, so that she falls to the bed thinking that would slow his down.

Now, Lovell was so tormented about the break up, he could not sleep, and he started dreaming, about Demons, Fucking him in his ass, which he did not like it because even though he was Bi-sexual, he had never been penetrated by a man, but in his dreams this Demon, would get in his ass just like he would get in Dayanara ass. One night this Demon, dry fucked him up his ass so hard, so long, when he got up the next day, his ass was sore and hurting, from being fucked.

The moral of this story is you reap what the fuck you sow. Also you don’t have to believe in “VooDoo/Witchcraft” but you must respect what it is. The next time you awake and your ass, pussy, or mouth is sore think who did I piss off, and what did you to get fucked or tormented.

Now bend over!

Gay For The Stay Trapped IN The Closet

Early Monday morning I was due to be sentenced for my four domestic violence charges, and 2 bricks of dope I had in the trunk of my car. The judge ask me and my attorney to stand, he said Gordo Mendoza I hereby sentenced you to 12 years Federal time and 4 years state time to run concurrent with each other. I said fuck it; I know what I got to do. You see doing what I got to do is getting inside and be a bitch in the pin, for protection. Yeah that means, I would go from beating bitches to being a bitch. You, ask damn it’s like that go from being a hard hit muthafucka on the street that would not think twice about beating the fuck out of bitch until she would pass the fuck out, then rape her, and dry fuck her up the ass. On the streets I had size to intimidate people. Despite my size way, way down on the inside I was a pussy. I am 6 foot 4, 230 pounds of Brazilian and Black muscle. I have always dated, and fucked very beautiful women all my life, but I have a dark side that my family doesn’t know, and I plan to keep it that way. As the bus arrived at Folsom Penitentiary, I know I had to go in this hell hole like am hard and shit. You see no matter how hard you are when you get to the Penitentiary, everybody yelling fresh fish on the line.  You know when you arrive at prison you reflect on your stupid actions that got you to this place. Also what was good about a new arrival inmate they put you in this 60 day holding area before entry into a prison. The reason that this is done so that a prisoner won’t have a nervous mental break adjusting to prison life.

After the sixtieth day, they put me in with my cellmate who is gay as RuPaul, now isn’t that some shit. This nigga saw right through my sweet ass. Here I am thinking I am this hard soldier, was about to give my ass up for protection. This nigga was at least 6 feet 8 inches 275, I tried and tell him, I got bitches on the street, he said and what, that I was not the first Gangsta or the last, that like other niggas, and had bitches.

I said ok, you got to survive while here in this prison, so I was going to be, what they call being “Gay for the Stay”. You see Gay for the stay is while in jail, I’m a bitch, on the street I got bitches. I know that this was not any normal shit, 2 men fucking each other, moaning, and groaning, stroking, and sucking dicks. You see I did not give in right away, but he kept pushing, pushing, and pushing until I gave in. I felt ashamed but I was protected. This big dick nigga would CUM in my ass, and make me suck the shit of his dick and that CUM that would be dripping, I was fucking mess, getting treated just like the women I used to abuse in the street. I guess you can say, I got all my dirt back, and then some.

After many, years of being a bitch on the inside, now it was time for me to get out, but I was more afraid getting out of jail, than when I went in for the very first time. My feminine side came out so strong, I worked real hard on tying to be the Hard Muthafucka, that I was on the streets many years prior. Life just isn’t the same after you have lived a different life on the inside. So when the very nice female, I met online came to pick me up from the yard, she got home and she wanted to fuck.  She had waited for 4 years since she had been with a man, and to wait on me. I pushed her off as long as I could, and she started making comments about be not wanting her hot pussy. This chick could really suck the skin off your dick. In my mind she wasn’t my “Ricky”, you see you judgmental muthafucka’s know this bitch can see, and know I was “Gay for the Stay” while on lock down.  When this chick finish talking so bad about me, I just blurted out I want dick bitch not your clit. There I was out of this dark closet that I have been hiding in for years.

After all the dirt I had done in my life, I had to face reality that while in prison, I thought I was going to be “Gay For The Stay”, but yet I was gay along covering it all up by fucking a lot of women, and beating them up, because the abuse meant, I had power, but really I had no power at all.

The moral of this story is, the next time that one of you bitches, plan to be a “Pin Pal”, with an inmate, you better pay close attention that his ass is not “Trapped In The Closet”. You can never be just “Gay for the Stay”, You was Gay before you went in, and Gay on the way out.

Black Necrophilia a.k.a Fucking The Dead

As I stand in the break room of the county morgue, looking and waiting for the next beauty to come down the ramp into my place of solace. My place of peace and acceptance are beautiful black dead bodies, that yearn for my touch seduction, and my long black rod of discipline, and final fuck session. Because of my lack of self confidence, and total awareness of my surroundings, I began to build emotions with dead black beauties, yes it is sick, but so are the many muthafuckas who are reading my journey into necrophilia. There is a misconception about the dead, you see they are very much aware about what’s going on during the preparation of their final show. Her name was Stacey Davenport, from Georgia, 32 died of natural causes. I get real moist with pre CUM that leak from my Dick when I get a call that I have a female body coming my way that died unexpectedly. The reason I get so excited is that means she will not have any damages to her body. In my eyes and in my thoughts that is a perfect body, despite she will be no longer breathing. The day that Stacey Davenport arrived, I had prepped her final ceremonial cleansing water 30 minutes before she got here. You see when prepping for Stacey, I make certain I don’t damage her beautiful skin, with the temperature of the water being too hot or cold. As long as I keep the room temp, and the water right, my quiet time with Stacey will be that of great emotional and physical satisfaction. You see I am so good and body preservation; my ass should be doing something different. I use traditional body soaps that may excite me, and I even put on oils, of what I feel is appropriate, and that would depend on her skin tone or the facial features. When I say I prep a body, I prep a body, because the dead are my way I express myself with my creative mind. Stacy was just so perfect later you will see how Stacey and I met.  During the time I was washing her heavenly body, I had to make certain I did not rush, because she deserved this intimate time with me. While I was getting her reading she was showing signs of anticipation. After I washed that body, I had to take an instrument and deflate her Pussy, I think I had washed it a little too hard. Before I made love and then fucked her real hard I had to apologize to her for killing her in the first place. I can only hope she had forgiven me, even though she really enjoyed that shit.

Remember how I said I would tell you how Stacey Davenport and I met, well we met or a double shot of expresso at Starbucks, and we started seeing her, one thing led to another and we started fucking. During second time we got together and fucked, I had asked her to coke me while we was fucking, she noticed how hard my dick got and how Horney it made me, so then she wanted to try. How about she liked it so much, she asked that I choke her harder, I did and the bitch died. You see this is how Stacey ended up in my place of solace, but I had to make sure I made our last encounter one she would remember after death.

Who says the dead is conscience of nothing; tell them to go ask Stacey Davenport.

The next time you hear of a Black man or Woman talking about Blacks and necrophilia don’t judge them, you best make certain they won’t kill you only to fuck you after your dead. 

Unspoken Emotions, The Essence of Passion!

As I awake each day with you deep in my heart and mind, I wonder do you think of me as I think of thee.  My unspoken emotions keep me at times when I think about you, and your goodness. Your goodness does not push this, longing for our desire to spend more time with one another. As I come to your home it feels like I already belong, to a place that is so full of grace and compassion that is everlasting. It is so wonderful to have this feeling about someone who you know you can trust, and will not judge you. I have that special something with you, even though I have to keep you it my heart, and never tell a soul. It seems like you’re ready, and your body is calling and yearning for me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would. As I walk in the room, and I began to undress, I look into your eyes that are waiting to connect with mine. I start to inhale that angelic aroma that illuminates from your heavenly body, waiting for me to touch in a place where it counts. As I lay back waiting for you, and a reflection of your body flickering, like a candle in the wind. As you stop alone the way to pleasure me in way that is just so indescribable, it makes me grab the sheets, thinking of what is coming next. I welcome any and everything you do to me, because you know what I like, and how I wanted, nice and slow. As you travel closer to my upper body, tasting and licking the fluids that is coming out of my body catching every drop on the tip of your hot tongue. Sometime in the night as your body is next to mines, your back to me as I rub your back and your body begins’ to move as acceptance to my touch that you long for so much. I ask you to close your eyes and let me have my way with you to do as I please. You trust me so much you do not deny me access to unlock the doors of exotic and erotic desires of your heart, ass and your hot wet Pussy. As you climb on top of me, watching my every move, you can’t wait as I take my magic wand and begin to tap on the external doors that lead into the deepest cavern of your extremely hot body. As your hot pussy drip with ecstasy anticipating the insertion of this smooth black anaconda, pounding you so hard, in such a way you are not even sure how to breathe. Your eyes let me know how I truly make you feel. Your pussy talks to my dick each time you come up and slide back down. Fast, or slow all you need to know is that my only desire is to make certain that when I am done you will have had “The Yang” experience. I make love how I write, I write a story, that makes you want to read all of the pages until you are done. Just like when I make love to you, I will give you this hot black smooth stick. After I hear you scream my name to the top of your lungs, telling me how well I fuck you, and baring down harder making that pussy hit the bottom of the dick, your pussy just gushing with excitement. As you ride I take my right hand and glide my index finger over your hot hole, to get that scent of sex on my finger to smell what my dick is getting. I love how your sex smells while I am in you deep and strong, I get off on it when I can smell your hot hole. What really gets me off when you want to smell it with me?  After we have made such sweet love I am already anticipating the next time, and the next time. Carrying you around with your body chemistry all over me reminds what I have experienced just a short while ago. I want to expose you the things you have never thought of experiencing with a man such as me. I want to not only to donate my lions and emotions but I want to make a deposit of goodness to you each time I talk with you and spend time with you. Please never stop being who you are and what you do, because I never want to wake up out of this dream that seems so real to me.

Until I can "Endow" you again, take what we have shared, and let it last until we reunite in the place of inevitability, of un-spoken passion that should be forgiven, among the living. My touch and voice expressions.

What Resonate's In You? Do You Understand Is It Demonic or Human?

These Demons’ that resonate deep inside me, and I know nothing but what transmits to my thoughts. I have been labeled and tagged with diagnosis that may or may not fit who or what they can see who I am really, it’s not me at all, or maybe it is me and then some. Imagine, your body, is that of a little boy, or a little girl, but your thoughts are that of a full grown mature human, but you are confused on what to say and what to do. Anger sadness, demonic sex issues, and fetishes with food, to the point of it all being just so hypnotic is a task, only those who struggles, with these things or similar. You reading this blog, I know you have reflected about what you have been rejected from, or have had confusion on, who you are. You and others who can identify with self Plausible Deniability of what the fuck is really going on will remain lost and hidden from family, friends. Things That Dwell in you or your very acceptance of where you are does not make us abnormal, but it makes us who we are. Knowing who we are, or knowing we can only be what are in our power. Expectations of others can be great, but we can’t think we are something less if our success is not yet that if theirs appears to be greater. I have let others expectations, of my success resonate thru me, but I can only be me. I am thankful for the support, I have gotten over the years, but I will get there when it is my time.

If you are, you are, if not you’re not, just be the best in the place, of acceptance and try very hard to attain what you feel you are missing. Become “One” with “You” and always continue to seek your destiny, on the journey that never ends. Having “Knowledge” without “Substance” can only allow you to self centered. The journey of a “Man” or a “Woman” is not measured on how far they can travel, but on how many they can empower them on their journey.

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.

Forget the Duchie pass the Dicks

I watched the latest episode of Braxton Family Values, I like this show. But recently they have been showing their ass. I cannot for the life of me understand how Trina went out like she did. I cannot for one understand how you can just willy-nilly go around sucking dicks, no connection to these people. Now I had the conversation with Yang and he sees nothing wrong with this ( Of course) but you can't just go around sucking a mans genitals because you like it. Unless , you are getting paid to. That is one case when you can. Because it's your JOB. I'm not a heartless diva, I don't want anyone to lose their job. So if you are a hoe, then,DO YOU  BOO. Now, there are other times when it can be done, of course. When you are in love with someone  and wish to share something special with them, then by all means if you are comfortable with him. Go for it. . I'm just saying this is a very intimate act. Very and for you just to drop and pop a dick in your mouth just because is a little left for me.What can you do for someone you really care about, if you've had thirty dicks in your mouth? Swallow?  Lick his ass?Let him fuck you in the ass?Maybe piss on you. Yeah, that's real intimate. Get the fuck outta here with THAT bullshit. I would have rather Trina said she slept with the man. Not saying that it's any less intimate. It's just something about having a dick in your mouth.  I know men love it but REALLY what is the upside of this for women? Her ( Trina) act was even more  disrespectful because she is a married woman.Unforgiveable.Their is another time when this might be acceptable. Let'say the multi-millionaire you just married had no pre-nup  and you feel like  making him feel like you truly married him for love. By all means go for it!!!