Mormons Soaking Porn Novels & Stories

Then they made us kneel in the big shower area. All four of them pissed on us, hot streams hitting my tits, my big belly, my face. Mom and I opened our mouths and swallowed what we could, coughing and crying but so fucking turned on. We licked each other clean after, tongues all over our piss-soaked pregnant bodies. We went back to the table dripping under our dresses. Everyone could probably smell sex and piss on us. Dad left a huge tip and we walked out slow, cum running down my thighs with every step.

Then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites, all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buffet of sexy digital foreplay. We end up on our favorite p**n site, and she's clicking through video options as her hand begins to rub the outline of my very hard cock through my sweatpants with firmer intent. I start to look like a ghost poking through a white sheet on an outdoor clothesline. She cocks an eyebrow at me like a slope I want to slide down as she clicks on a video that she seems to like, her fingers gliding down my bulging tent. In the video, a girl who looks quite similar to Maddy finds herself in the middle of two very fit young men

“My, My, relax smart pants. Why not come in so we can talk like grown adults?” I stared at him for a second longer, and he just motioned for me to come in. I walked in because I was stupid and because the way he looked at me made my pussy clench so hard I almost moaned. Plus, I didn't think it was a good idea to discuss such a topic out in the open. He shut the door. Locked it. The click echoed. Then he held up his phone. The video was already playing: me in my shower, back arched, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning Alex's name like a curse while I came.

Megan cooperated gamely until her daughter at last sat back, licking her lips in satisfaction. "Man, that was super gross," Cassie said, nose wrinkling. "Not the cum, obviously, but kissing my mom like that I mean. The girls in the pornos do it all the time, though, so hopefully I made it look good for you. Real, real weird doing it with my mom, even though I guess in porn girls make out with their moms all the time, though those aren't their real moms, and half the time the actresses are practically the same age which I do not get at all. But since you're still hard, I guess you liked it, huh Mr. Canon?" "Yeah, Mr. Canon. Did you like it?" Megan asked innocently.

The pleasure was heightened by the residual magic, every touch sending sparks through the veil itself. They took me one by one and then together on the stone, the moors as our witness. Victor thrust into me deeply first, his powerful strokes matching the rhythm of the wind. Elias claimed my mouth while Caspian lavished attention on my clit and breasts. Orgasms crashed through me in relentless waves, my cries echoing across the grove as they rotated, filling every part of me with their thick cocks and hot seed. The bond pulsed stronger with each release, solidifying our connection.

“Be more specific, Noah. God is all-knowing, but I am not. You must tell me everything. Every filthy, disgusting detail.” My dick was so hard it hurt. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip, wetting my underwear. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong. But I couldn't stop. “I think about… about being on my knees for them. About… about taking their… their cocks in my mouth. About… about them fucking me. Hard.” I could hear a soft rustle of fabric on the other side of the screen. Was he… was he touching himself? No. That was impossible. He was a priest. A man of God.

A jolt shot straight between my legs. “I wasn’t—I forgot Mom’s sunscreen—” I stammered, face on fire. He chuckled, deep and dark. “Sure you did.” The screen was still open to his media folder. Thumbnails of him in every position, every filthy act, stared back at us. One video preview auto-played silently: him behind a girl on all fours, hand fisted in her hair, hips snapping forward with that relentless rhythm I knew by heart. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away.

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

Fuck. He should have shut down his laptop but he was already pulled into the world of pleasure she had on full display for any one who cared to watch. He navigated to one more video and instantly regretted it. It was a video of a gang bang and watching the male actors take turns with her, stretching her out and bending her in every position conceivable by the human mind filled him with a silent rage. What made it worse was the fact that she obviously enjoyed every bit of it, bobbing her head up and down the shaft of one’s cock, having another stretch out and pound her pussy, another pull her nipples and another stand watching all the action while jerking off and releasing his cum all over he

There were a few single-shots, and a couple of sets of pictures that included a presumed daughter getting her pussy eaten while the son fucked the mom. "Nice!" Vickie repeated. "She's obviously more into son-fucking, but apparently she's not averse to daughter-licking, too." "Open that one," Kevin said, pointing to a folder named Vid. Inside was a single text file with the same name. Vickie clicked it and a document opened with several pages of double-spaced URL addresses. From the names, such as, "www.slut.com/video_mom_sucks_son­_to_facial" Vickie knew exactly what she was looking at.