Gay Pastor His Lesbian Wife Are Heads of Church

Most often when couples attend church today in modern times they look to get spiritually fed. While doing some evangelism one day the local church “Tabernacle of Praise Pentecostal Worship Center” located in Cleveland Ohio was out in our neighborhood doing some evangelism. My wife and I had a very nice conversation with a couple of female members so they invited us out to church. Later that week before we made it to church my wife and I both was thinking that there was something wrong with these women, but we could not put our finger on it. We never talk negative about people, but these ladies were something else. The Sunday morning we arrive it was getting clear to us that this church was more accepting than most churches. In front of the church, men was hanging all over men, some was flaming some was very masculine. My wife noticed the same thing about the women, some them was looking like dudes, and some were very beautiful. We get inside, we both look at each other and say “What The Fuck” have we gotten our self involved in with this want to be Christians. This shit is not normal the entire church was either Gay, Lesbian, Trans-sexual, or other, meaning a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Hell the man that stood up to do the praise and worship had a “Fucking Skirt” on with a thong on. His little sweet ass was song about 3 songs, but by the time he was finished with the 3^rd song he was filled with something, but is was definitely not “The Holy Ghost”. My wife and I had never in all of our years of going to church seen no shit like this. Now after this “Brother” finished his praise and worship, and after he said “Ushering The Spirit of God” in this place, I just bowed my head shaking it, and mumbling, O’Lawd” in my Bernie Mac voice, his ass “Ushered In” some bad spirits, more than what was already in there. The message on this day was entitled “Accept Your Unique Life”. In the end instead of my wife had a conversation, and we understand that this church was formed to help the transgender men and women function in modern society. Old ways in the old days are just like modern times, “The Jury” is still out on how so call Christian’s treat people with unique lifestyles.

Yes, the Bible speaks against homosexuality, just like it talks about other sins also. I feel we must continue to pray for this world as a hold, and never stop. If God would treat us like “Mankind” we all would be in a bad place. The next time you some of these unbalanced folks put there mouth on someone with “An Issue” they should look deep inside themselves and pray for themselves to think differently about judging their fellow man.

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!

A Bunch Of Bullshit

I'm back, but just for a minute. My boi Yang has been holding his own and I have to say that he has done me proud!!!. I told ya'll this nigga was going bring you real, raw shit and I'll be damn if he didn't bust ya'll assholes wide open. Yang digs deep for real!! Props my dude, all love!

The reason that I'm coming to you today is because I have so some shit to say about what's going on in the world. You know Yang  is the storyteller. I just report on the fucked up shit I see and read.

What the fuck is wrong with these  Muslims in other countries? Yeah, I said it!!! Most times  I am like ok,You have your religion and I have mine. But do you see me burning down  Mosque and killing muslims because they made fun of Jesus. No, because I have some damn sense. And it'snot just the extremist ya'll its regular Akbar throwing rocks and shit. What the fuck?Now if we come over there and start smacking your dirt poor ass around  are we wrong? Does Muhammed say killing innocents is cool? Hell I don't know, I never read a Koran ( At least I can admit it) but if it does say that then Islam ain't   for me.

Yesterday a dude got caught sleeping with his ass. I mean donkey. A real hee-haw fucking donkey. It's cool if that's what you are about. Can't find no human pussy to dig in. But gotdammmmed do you have to do that shit where people can see you? Dumbass. Now you locked the fuck up. Move your ass to Nebraska or some shit like that, so your ass won't be found out.

I'm so tired of people  on the news crying after their wayward children are caught and have to go to jail. Just . Free Junie, Free booboo. Fuck Booboo you know that fool was a menace to society  at 5 when his little ass was trying to choke your dog out, cat out,burning down birdhouses and shit. Did you get him the help he needed? No . The parents always say  " He was quiet, he was about to go to school , he was just getting his life together." Knowing the reason you have that knot on your head( in the interview) is because he jacked you up. Bullshit,let his ass rot.

Nikki Minaj-  You of all people need to shut the fuck up and sit down somewhere( Madea voice) How dare you say " These lazy bitches are responsible for the economic downturn". This is a case of lumping all with the few. Yes there are cases, I will give you many even  where people have taken advantage of the system. They have rode the shit till the wheels came off. But get your shit right bitch, those few didn't cause Wall street to crash, those few didn't cause mortgages to decline. The trickle down effect is called that for a reason. The bottom does not affect the top CLEARLY!!! otherwise they would move up. And the top would be moving down Are they? Do you see any CEO, CFO's Wallstreet execs losing sleep, money or jobs because little Shayshay is selling her foodstamps? I'm not saying it's right, but the whole system is flawed. Stay where you are and see how many republicans invite you ANYWHERE...

Finally...

Mitt Romney if elected will fuck this country in the ass  with no grease. I'm not saying that because so far he has shown us that he could give a rats ass about the middle/working- class. I'm saying that because this motherfucker does not have a clue about a middle/working class. He tried real hard to make it seem like his wife knew about too. Saying she is a at home mother and that is the hardest job in the world, I give her that!!!But this bitch don't know who hard it is to go to a job and still have to deal with the kids. She don't have to worry about making 20 dollars last a week  until you get paid. She probably don't know what a oodle of noodle is, I can hear her saying ,Is that a board game Mitt? But you know them muthas try to spin shit everytime. With his last guffaw, he will have to really twist his  ass off. What the fuck do you mean Mitt? 47 percent really? You didn't even show your tax returns muthafucka, how do we know YOU filed them.  I do feel like I'm entitled to some shit. I should be entitled to put my foot in your ass everytime you say some stupid shit. Fuck you, OBAMA 2012.  And if you don't know. now you know nigga!!!

And I'm out!!!

Ying

The Cookie A Man's First Taste Was His Mother

 From the womb, men have been destined to taste the “Cookie” for the first time.  A male child has desires for the taste what he does not even know.  That taste is so indescribably awesome, and can take his breath away.  The first taste is so addictive, and once it has been achieved the male child wants, it each time the thought enters his mind.  It is sad but true the first taste was from his own mother. Even if the child was born by cesarean, he was close enough to smell the cookie, what he has never tasted before.  Hormones in all foods that are fed to this male child are impossible for him not to get it.  The mother first eats the hormones in various foods that are passed through the breast during feeding.  The formulas, for children even have the hormones in them, to further increase the mental and physical maturity. Boys as early as 5 years of age, desire sexual satisfaction, and have a natural thirst for this desire that will never leave their hearts, or minds.  The desires, is to constantly attain this taste, is like a Bat needing to feed for what he feels he needs for survival.  The feeding is never enough, the more he gets the more he wants.  One specific feeding ground gets old, and he desires other feeding grounds.  The feeding of these desires turns into breeding.  When the male child turns 9 or 10 years of age the desires intensifies, to the point he begins to do things different.  The difference is he begins to be concerned about his hygiene.  Simple things as taking a bath on a regular basis, and asking one of his parents to purchase cologne. The male child wants to smell good. He knows at his young age that a scent of a male can capture the attention of a woman to further his need to be inside a cookie.  There is a spirit of possessiveness that begins to take place.  The possession is like finding a gold mine, he stakes his claim on a woman, and that he thinks he has the right of passage over her cookie.  Knowing that the cookie is really hers, but in his young warp mind it belongs to him.  In the mind of this preteen he is king over the various cookies he enters.  The cookie owners have said they have no idea that they know what the cookie do to a man. That is so far from the truth, they know. A male child matures in some since of the word, he learns, more about himself, and his body.  His level of understanding about the cookie, and how it makes him feel, has come full circle.  A man’s skills, to invoke the woman’s mind to give him what he needs become second nature.  Various moves while performing various sex acts enhances a man’s ability to get the cookie again, and again.  A man will continue to change his cookie partners, throughout his life.  Over a man’s lifetime, the cat and mouse game for the sake of the cookie, get very interesting.  Sometimes the man and the woman use the power of their organs to attain, material possessions.  Cars, purchased, mortgages paid, personal debts, etc. The only way a woman will ever understand the power of her cookie, is to become a man.  The ethnicity and the external physical make up may have a grave impact on this process of getting some cookie.  Men have desires for different flavors of cat that will make him just explode with excitement.  The flavor or the color of the cookie owner intensifies the orgasmic explosion, of his climactic session of his individual expression, with the giver.  The power of a cookie makes a man creative side comes into play.  A man will desire to use helpful, toys, oils, to help them both boil, with excitement.  Some religious and non religious men have problems with even thinking about going to purchase any such tools.  Even, with suggestions from their wife or girlfriend who would like it.  A woman asking, or hinting does not mean a man can’t handle his business, during an intimate moment?  What it means is she wants more excitement and wants to enhance the moment.  This could also mean she has had someone in the past that could hit the bottom, of her hot canal, and fill up her hot hole all the way up.  A man has to know which situation he fits in.  Couples that may be experiencing sexual frustration can fix that problem for as little as $7.95 cents.  For $7.95 can only fix or enhance what the two of them already have going on at a specific time.  This toy is known as “The Bullet”.   Some men go through life thinking that they can really lick or stick a cookie better than any other man walking.  One thing a man should “NOT” do is to ask a specific cookie giver, is he the best she never had.  Well, I am sorry to tell you that there are men out there that will put a particular man to shame with their skills.  Your wife or girlfriend has run across a man like this in their life time.  Before you she has had a few or many, it really does not matter.  If a man asks that question, he should be ready for the answer.  A lot of times a woman will not save your ego, and she will speak the truth, and “Rip” your heart out right out of its socket.  You’re wife or girlfriend doesn't want to hurt you, but hey you asked. So men, you want to stay away from that question.  Okay, take a walk with me about fixing, or enhancing the cookie session.  Get your girl to lie down and close her eyes on the bed.  Begin kissing her closed eye lids, then taking your fingers, and lightly running your hands on both sides of her neck.  Doing this will definitely make her tingle all over. Change what part of the body you will touch.  Don’t just automatically go to the chest.  While kissing you’re boo passionately, and gently touching her breast with your hands will have her moaning, and squirming for more.  Take out your new toy, you purchased for $7.95 and push the little button on the top, and place it gently on and off of her “Clit”.  At this point during the cookie session, she will begin to grab your “Rod” of ecstasy.  As, the “Clit” continues being stimulated, your partner will get so wet, and may even cum, before you get inside the hot cookie.  Now, come around in front of her, and continue rubbing her “Clit” with one hand.  With the other hand, slowly rubbing the head of your rod, in and around her very wet cat.  When she is at a point of no return, thrust yourself deep inside, back and forth, your wife or girlfriend will cum, back to back, a guaranteed to scream, an breath hard.  Your wife or girlfriend will be so satisfied with the added member to the family.  Men of various backgrounds sometimes have trouble keeping it real about, the cookie and its power.  Sometimes, religion, or man made rules and regulations make some men shut down, and not discuss the desires, or concerns.  The cookie over the years have even made men even commit murder.  Remember a man try’s and stake his claim on something that is not even his.  Also the cookie has even destroyed governments, and city officials. Pastors and elders in the various Christian churches have closed churches.  Souls have been sold to the devil for the sake of the cookie.  A cookie over time has caused family’s pain and turmoil.  A man being married, and his flesh is week, and being faithful does not even enter his thought process anymore.  The reason a man fail is, his communication with his wife stop. To help stop or slow down, cookie seekers is to talk.  If things get board, talk about what you can do to fix it.  

Mind Fuck Who Can Do It Better Men or Women?

Communication between men and women is truly an art of who can “Mind Fuck” who first and the best. The many forms of deceit have not changed but the words of delivery have gotten more effective and distasteful over time.  The game was first presented into existence in the Garden of Eden.  Yeah you guest her name was “Eve”. You know the story man was given instruction, but “Eve’s” began the deceit of convincing man what God said wasn’t anything, but hey Adam was like modern day man.  Pussy and that ass “Eve” had been able to deceive my boy Adam.  The cold thing about the spirit of deception is it will come from a woman who, a man would not think in a million years would do it to him. Over the years, women are so well with deception, that women have been sent to do a man’s job, because statistics have shown that a woman can do it more effectively, and faster. Women with the history of being a “Good Girl” have gotten in on it to, and yes even the saved sisters in the church.  Don’t get me wrong part of the deception is to continue to “Mind Fuck” you, but also to have you to believe yes, I am your wife, your girl friend, and baby I am in your corner, and I will not treat you like the women in your past, ha! You can believe that shit, if you want to.  If you listen really well the deception is in the words, before it is ever put into action.  It is truly sad that it appears that men and women get together; there is always some shit the game from the woman or the man.  Women have made choices to deceive a man, or men even if he is treating her with the upmost respect and care, and doing what I call “The man thing. You know doing what he is supposed to do for his queen, even if her ass is foul, Falkland, fake, you get the point.  Women have been deceiving men so long despite how she feels on the surface, he is just going to be used and abused in the worst way.  Slow deception, or o.k. as a slow “Mind Fuck” which is worst because it has a long lasting effect. The soft caring, or concerned voice she has have made men feel comfort, but little that he knows that the tender responsiveness to heal his last pain will be 10 times worst than what he has experienced because his last abuse was more anger than compassion.  One different is that the angry spirit speaks the truth, and will not hide.  What you see is basically is what you get.  A man over time began to think that this type of behavior is normal, and he will get it confused, if it is love, or what. He really does not know but he stays, and stays.  He began to justify the behavior of his wife or girlfriend, and agree with it, by continuing to stay in the hostile environment.  If you have ever got a chance to sit down with a man who is currently going through this or have gone through it, it is something to listen to.  The manipulator over time gets stronger, because in their sick twisted mind, it becomes a game, of continued mind control over an individual.  Studies show that the reason is to get the power first over the mind, then after that the money and the other, is a cake walk.  The manipulator sometimes is born, and others are developed, and groomed into the position, by choice.  Deception is form of affection with protection is a form of rejection with no expression to guard your heart that will always keep you apart in the dark and even in the morning light.  I can tell you better than I can show you, was inspired by true situations, of many across the world, who has been manipulated.  See if you can, put yourself in the story line.  Pay close attention, your manipulator may not want to read this story, because they will be exposed, of who they really are.  Yes I did call your wife, girlfriend, or significant other a manipulator.  Take a walk with me and see how this story unfolds, and you make the decision for yourself, and evaluate if you are being truly loved, or are you being “Mind Fucked”, in the worst way known to man, now let’s go, don’t talk, just listen, the next time you are talking, check the subject matter, and how it is being delivered, and are you being FUCKED.

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.

Clouded Thoughts Do You Have Them and Can You Change!

Tears have no race, no gender, touch or voice expressions with your own digestion of what or who you was told what really describes your character is just emotional bullshit, handed down by your guardian. Emotional confusion is just an illusion to hide or destroy your existence for what future has in store for you, and who you may become as a man or a woman. If grandmother or grandfather had no idea what the fuck they was doing well how in the fuck would your mother and father would know what, or how to teach you a particular way of life. There is a cycle or life pattern that needs to be changed so we do not remain complacent where a lot of men and women are. Emotionally and genetically if we have a guardian that is genetically and emotionally fucked up then our kids who turn into adults one day, and this cycle of a fucked up generation continue. Sometimes the guardian or parents are sound minded and understand life and attempt to raise the kids correctly, but somewhere there is a reason some are stuck. I work hard daily on getting “Un-Stuck”. Over time people suffer with Mental illness, feelings of suicide, multiple sex partners, or even drugs.

Get un-stuck if you can identify that you are, evaluate the place that you are in, and if your ass have not made any progress, or you are mentally, and financially in the same place, then your ass is stuck in a time warp. No one can fix you, get professional help, or let someone who has a desire to help you, let them do just that. That person can be a man or a woman, they will not say what you want them to say, but is what you need to hear. Some shit you will not understand, but learn to “PROCESS IT”. Change is good, and don’t fear what you need.

Say it…..Yes I Can, Yes I Can, Yes I Can.

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.