Kerrigan Harper, Hot Mess Ch. 01

And yet, she was curious as to how far he would go.

"Do you like that?" he asked. When Kerrigan shook her head in disagreement, he laughed. "The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak."

His hands went to her knees, pushing her legs open. His erection was throbbing as he pressed it against her flesh. No sooner had it found her moist heat, then it began to push its way inside.

Kerrigan whimpered and wriggled as she twisted about in her bonds. "This is not right!" she wanted to protest.

"Beg and plead all you want, girl. God won't help you out here."

And with that, he thrust his full length into her.

Father Sanders was somewhat larger than Jonathon had been, and the opening had resisted his admittance. But only at first. Kerrigan's neck and back arched as she cried out in fear, pain, and pleasure.

The priest groaned in satisfaction once Kerrigan had been made to sheath around his pulsating cock. "There is your God, Miss Harper," he grunted. "Embrace it."

Kerrigan trembled and panted as she felt his weight begin to settle on her. She had not wanted this. Did not want it. Yet, her desire for more made her feel ashamed.

The blindfold came off, and when her vision came into focus, she saw Father Sanders leering down at her. His blue eyes twinkled menacingly as he crouched between her thighs. He was naked, save for his white clerical collar.

He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first. "Yes," he hissed, withdrawing so that only the tip of his cock was still inside of her. Then, he would thrust forward as deep as he could reach, his balls slapping against her ass with the momentum.

The pain had long since subsided, and he easily seemed to move about inside of her. When he would draw back, it left her feeling empty. And when she possessed his length, she was full and content. Her hips had begun to rise up to meet his, in order to get him inside of her sooner.

Father Sanders began to thrust harder and faster, accompanied by the loud sounds of slapping flesh. Kerrigan's back arched as she bucked against him, panting and moaning from the ecstasy that she felt.

Deliberately, his movements slowed. He no longer pounded himself into her flesh. Afraid that he would leave her empty, she locked her legs about his waist and pulled him back.

Full. She must be full.

The Priest laughed. "That's right, you little slut," he growled, leaning forward as he resumed his onslaught. "You know you like this."

He tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her head back. When her back arched to compensate, his mouth clamped down on the nearest nipple. He bit down as he cruelly pinched and twisted the other with his free hand.

Kerrigan loved it. She ground her hips against him, panting so hard she was almost hyperventilating. Then it seemed as if something snapped within her and she screamed against the gag as her back arched even more.

Exhausted, she fell back on the bed. Her entire body felt weak as she heaved for breath, and a hot wetness seeped out of her from around Father Sanders still erect cock.

"You may be spent, my dear," he said, pulling out with a slick, wet sound. "But we are not finished."

He then rolled her over onto her belly. He admired the shape of her buttocks, caressing and fondling them. "You have a rather pleasing figure, Miss Harper," he said, his hands moving up to her breasts as they lay crushed beneath her. "And your breasts are so large that a man has difficulty cupping them in his hands."

He continued to play his hands over her sweat soaked skin as he hovered above her, straddling her thighs. He reverently rubbed the length of him against the cleft of her ass, his cock noticeably quivering.

Parting her thighs, he took possession of her again.. "You feel so good," he groaned, gently thrusting back and forth.

Kerrigan, her arousal returning, folded her knees beneath her for a better presentation. That prompted the priest to take firm hold of her hips, his fingers gouging into the flesh as he thrust harder and deeper still.

"Yes, yes, yes," he growled over and over, punctuated by the slap of flesh.

Abruptly, he stopped and pushed her back down on the bed and off of him at the same time. "Not just yet, my little Magdalene," he breathed.

With both hands, he caressed her buttocks, kneading the flesh for several moments. Then, after dipping a finger into her sex, he promptly plunged it into her ass hole.

Kerrigan went rigid at the new invasion, knowing what was sure to come next. "Not that, anything but that!" she cried into the gag as she tried to squirm away.

Father Sanders shushed her then, having had taken back his finger. "Now, now," he said, using both hands to hold her buttocks spread apart. "You brought this upon yourself..."he hissed.

There was pressure at first, followed briefly by sharp pain as his cock forced her ass hole to stretch in order to receive it. The head was the widest part, but once it was firmly inside, the rest of his length began to gradually follow.

"So damnably tight," the priest grunted, settling himself on top of her. "Yes, you like that, don't you?" It was not meant as a question.

Kerrigan moaned in response, realizing that she did find it to be pleasurable once he had most of his cock pushed into her ass.

"Such a slut. A whore. A little sodomite," the Priest continued, forcing the remainder of his length inside of her.

Then, he began to thrust.

He rocked back on his toes, pulling out slightly, before then leaning forward, hands braced on Kerrigan's shoulders, grunting and groaning as he reinserted. Kerrigan panted and moaned in return, moving in sync with him.

Nearing climax, Father Sanders forced Kerrigan back onto her knees, legs splayed. Two fingers jammed into her sex as he palmed a breast. Then, he bit into her shoulder as he thrust about deeper still. Kerrigan gasped with pain each time he drove into her, yet the sound was muffled by the gag as well has her face being pressed into the mattress.

At last, the middle-aged priest could go no longer.

His cock swelled, shuddered violently for just a moment, then spewed hot cum up her ass.

"Thank you, my dear," Father Sanders rasped, his now flaccid cock slipping from inside of her. "I shall regret us having to part company."

And then he promptly rolled over and fell asleep.