ANGEL:I knew my mom was saying something the moment service ended, but I wasn’t listening. I was too lost in my head.Father Saint—Ravenheed’s new pastor—was outside, talking to other church members, all smiles and handshakes. And damn… he was handsome.Seriously, how does someone who looks like *that* end up committing their life to God?His jet-black hair was pulled into a bun, his olive skin catching the glow of the afternoon sun. But it was his eyes that wrecked me—green. Sharp, vivid, hypnotic emerald green. And they looked right at me.“Shit,” I muttered, quickly glancing away.“Young lady, are you even listening to me?” my mom’s sharp voice cut through my thoughts. “What in God’s name possessed you in there?”“Maybe we should take this home,” my dad said quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the judgmental looks still lingering from my little stunt during service.“I expected more from you, Henry!” Mom hissed. “Your daughter embarrassed us in front of the entire congregation!”
SAINT:The news of my reassignment landed unexpectedly; Ravenheed was to be my next destination. Honestly, I couldn’t have cared less. As long as it meant escaping those perpetually judgmental eyes… though I would admit, I’d miss the sisters. They always kept me busy, and thoroughly satisfied.Unholy, yes. But fucking them made me feel more alive than anything. Two days in Ravenheed, however, and that particular urge seemed to wither and die.This church was less a house of worship and more a gathering place for the town’s elderly population, rivaling any nursing home in its demographic. The mayor’s wife, though, was undeniably striking. She’d offered a warmer welcome than anyone else, especially during Friday’s after-service charity work, a task she’d chosen to oversee, staying after everyone else had left.She’d thought I wasn’t watching, but I was. Oh, I was. The subtle way she’d unbuttoned her sleeve, just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the boobs beneath that pink pus
ANGEL:Today is Sunday, church day. It’s a ritual we never miss in our supposedly perfect home—a perfection I cling to, even though the reality of my family is anything but.My dad works relentlessly, day and night, his meager job at the town factory the sole pillar holding our family upright.My mom is another story entirely. Obsessed with impressing the deaconesses at our town church, she’s practically a permanent fixture at every service offered. This supposed devotion to God? A complete facade. Church activities and the coveted title of deaconess are all she cares about, a status she’s desperately chasing because Bailey’s mother, the mayor’s wife, is involved.Here’s the backstory: my mom and Bailey’s mother were inseparable best friends in high school. I don’t know what fractured their bond, but they split and never spoke again.My mom never left Ravenheed. She landed a job as a secretary at the local bank. That is until she met my dad. Then, she dramatically quit to become a f
He remained in the apartment for the entire day, and he wouldn't allow her to go out. That was all right with Blaire, because she didn't feel like facing people, anyway. The shame of what she had done with her brother in law was like a weight around her neck. She wasn't able to shrug it off, because of the enjoyment she had derived. Though he had forced her to do those terrible things, she had to admit he had liked them.She tried to avoid looking at him, and she spoke only when necessary. This made for a very strained atmosphere, but Fred didn't mind. He looked forward to that night and was confident that she would respond to him then.Blaire tried not to think about what lay ahead she couldn't think about her husband, either. She went through the day feeling numb beneath her heavy load of guilt.She prepared a dinner for Fred and herself, and afterwards they watched television. She kept her eyes trained on the screen and hardly said a thing. Fred continually glanced at her and sm
Blaire struggle to resist her brother in law demand. She flunked her head side by side, making his cock and balls bounce against her nose and chin and cheeks. She kept her mouth firmly closed, her lips turned inward, and tried not to breathe. But she couldn't keep up this opposition for long and finally was forced to take a deep, dizzying breath of his sexual fragrance. In reality this was partially her own, since his cock still boretraces of her cunt juice as well as his sperm.The foolish feeling reached all the way to her toes, and she couldn't help opening her mouth slightly to let out a ragged moan. Fred took quick advantage of the opportunity and worked the tip of his cock between her soft lips. However, her teeth prevented its further progress.Her eyes popped open and she stared up at him. He gripped the sides of her head to hold her in position. As he grinned down, his black hair falling partially in front of his youthful face, he shifted his hips slightly, causing his
Fred's first peek at his sister in law pussy made his erect cock jerked, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it did not. He pulled Blaire's panties off her feet and tossed them aside.He leaned against one of her legs, holding it in place against the bed, while he grasped the other and tied a stocking around its ankle.He expanded that stocking to a lower corner of the bed and coiled it securely around the frame. He wrenched her other leg towards the opposite corner of the bed and tied it in the same manner. Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze.Blaire was horrified at how her body responded, she had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her pussy was utterly exposed to her brother-in-law’s eyes, plus the sight of his cock, sticking up fiercely from below his belly, give rise to an erotic excitement that she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Fred could not help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and her cum soaked her pussylips.H