length back into me, pushing his entire seven inches into me in one go.
I gasped and groaned, gripping the tree beneath me hard, tossing my head back and sucking air, in an effort to remain conscious and not be overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure radiating out from my a sshole.
Ripley paused. I could feel his pendulous sack holding his life-giving globes, bouncing against my wide spread cheeks as he ground his thick nest of silky-soft hair against me.
Before long, the holiday was over. Ripley resumed his possession of my body. Moving in me slowly and gently. While it was nice, it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted it to be as it was with James. “Fuck me, hard!” I said again.
Ripley complied immediately. Stepping up his pace, he began to pound my a ss, driving his stiff manhood into me; forcing me hard against the tree log with every thrust of his powerful hips.
His swollen manhood seemed to move like lightening within the confines of my tight tunnel, so fast did it move. Pushing repeatedly through my guardian sphincter his hot, throbbing manhood plunged its way in and out of my being, coring open an entrance that I had thought sealed shut forever.
Through the cloud of ecstasy, which was fogging my mind, I could hear the slapping of his loins against my ass, loud, like a clap, as the skin met forcefully. Accompanying the slap of flesh was the slurping and squishing of my ass juices and the groans and moans of a rutting male in the prime of his life.
I knew from those moans, those sounds of bliss and elation that Ripley was nearing his climax. I was undecided – I wanted him to shoot his load into me; I wanted to feel the pulsing of his engorged member and the heat of his man-seed within me. Yet I wanted this to last forever. I wanted to have this man invading my body for as long as possible.
In the end, the decision was taken out of my hands. Within minutes, Ripley increased his pace again, his breathing becoming irregular. Then it happened. Deep within my ass, I felt his cock become stiffer and thicker and knew he was only moments away.
With a bestial roar a lion would have been proud of, Ripley flooded my tunnel. Spasm after spasm wracked his manhood as he blasted forth his man-cream. Ripley continued to fuck me, smearing his love juice over the walls of my a ss, continually pumping the hot liquid into me. I could feel it blasting all hot and thick and creamy.
Moments after Ripley delivered his present I brought forth a fountain of my own. My member, hard and sensitive as it was after being rubbed forcefully against the coarse cloth of my habit, erupted, spewing my cum all over my groin and soaking the cloth.
Ripley leaned over me; the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the panting of his breath in my ear enough to remind me of the pleasure my body had caused this man. I smiled as he whispered, “Did you enjoy that, Brother?”
“Yes,” I panted, totally exhausted.
That was three days ago. Since then my mind has thought of nothing else. The way he made me feel so good; the coupling and what went on afterward will stay with me for the rest of my days.
But unfortunately, I have seriously sinned to the highest degree yet again. Without doubt, my soul is now lost for all eternity. Surely, there is no way possible for me to now ascend to the kingdom in the sky and take my place in the celestial house of God? God loves a sinner come back to the path of righteousness I know, but this is beyond all reasoning. I am beyond redemption.
And in fact, I have no wish to be redeemed. Reliving the events, I realize I have nothing to feel guilty about. I may have broken my vows for a second time, but what are they but man-made rules. Who says I want to return to the path of righteousness? At present, even though I have sinned grievously, I am happy and content with Ripley. I have Confession this afternoon but I shan’t be divulging anything that happened three days ago.
In fact, immediately after Confession, I
I gasped and groaned, gripping the tree beneath me hard, tossing my head back and sucking air, in an effort to remain conscious and not be overwhelmed by the feelings of pleasure radiating out from my a sshole.
Ripley paused. I could feel his pendulous sack holding his life-giving globes, bouncing against my wide spread cheeks as he ground his thick nest of silky-soft hair against me.
Before long, the holiday was over. Ripley resumed his possession of my body. Moving in me slowly and gently. While it was nice, it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted it to be as it was with James. “Fuck me, hard!” I said again.
Ripley complied immediately. Stepping up his pace, he began to pound my a ss, driving his stiff manhood into me; forcing me hard against the tree log with every thrust of his powerful hips.
His swollen manhood seemed to move like lightening within the confines of my tight tunnel, so fast did it move. Pushing repeatedly through my guardian sphincter his hot, throbbing manhood plunged its way in and out of my being, coring open an entrance that I had thought sealed shut forever.
Through the cloud of ecstasy, which was fogging my mind, I could hear the slapping of his loins against my ass, loud, like a clap, as the skin met forcefully. Accompanying the slap of flesh was the slurping and squishing of my ass juices and the groans and moans of a rutting male in the prime of his life.
I knew from those moans, those sounds of bliss and elation that Ripley was nearing his climax. I was undecided – I wanted him to shoot his load into me; I wanted to feel the pulsing of his engorged member and the heat of his man-seed within me. Yet I wanted this to last forever. I wanted to have this man invading my body for as long as possible.
In the end, the decision was taken out of my hands. Within minutes, Ripley increased his pace again, his breathing becoming irregular. Then it happened. Deep within my ass, I felt his cock become stiffer and thicker and knew he was only moments away.
With a bestial roar a lion would have been proud of, Ripley flooded my tunnel. Spasm after spasm wracked his manhood as he blasted forth his man-cream. Ripley continued to fuck me, smearing his love juice over the walls of my a ss, continually pumping the hot liquid into me. I could feel it blasting all hot and thick and creamy.
Moments after Ripley delivered his present I brought forth a fountain of my own. My member, hard and sensitive as it was after being rubbed forcefully against the coarse cloth of my habit, erupted, spewing my cum all over my groin and soaking the cloth.
Ripley leaned over me; the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the panting of his breath in my ear enough to remind me of the pleasure my body had caused this man. I smiled as he whispered, “Did you enjoy that, Brother?”
“Yes,” I panted, totally exhausted.
That was three days ago. Since then my mind has thought of nothing else. The way he made me feel so good; the coupling and what went on afterward will stay with me for the rest of my days.
But unfortunately, I have seriously sinned to the highest degree yet again. Without doubt, my soul is now lost for all eternity. Surely, there is no way possible for me to now ascend to the kingdom in the sky and take my place in the celestial house of God? God loves a sinner come back to the path of righteousness I know, but this is beyond all reasoning. I am beyond redemption.
And in fact, I have no wish to be redeemed. Reliving the events, I realize I have nothing to feel guilty about. I may have broken my vows for a second time, but what are they but man-made rules. Who says I want to return to the path of righteousness? At present, even though I have sinned grievously, I am happy and content with Ripley. I have Confession this afternoon but I shan’t be divulging anything that happened three days ago.
In fact, immediately after Confession, I
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