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extracted his
tongue and replaced it with two fingers, plunging them inside of me
with a corkscrewing action as he began to flick his tongue against
my clit. It was all too much, his heat was spreading and increasing
in its intensity and I was beginning to sweat as I writhed against
his face. The speed of his flickering tongue was incredible, it was
almost super-human and I felt my orgasm quickly building as it
assaulted my clit with warm, wet vibrations.
    Father Hanson’s tongue was
relentless and my orgasm blasted through the point of no return,
exploding pleasure from my clit into my body as I bucked and
writhed against the restraints, screaming affirmatives, curse words
and gibberish all mixed together like some primal language of pure
lust. Still his tongue pleasured me, prolonging my orgasm and
keeping me at the hot and lofty heights of bliss for an eternity.
I’d never felt closer to God before that point in time.
    When at last my orgasm began to
fade I was a breathless wreck soaked in my own sweat everywhere
except between my legs, which was dripping with my pussy juices.
Father Hanson stood up and looked down upon me with a hunger in his
eyes.
    “It is time for you to conceive
for God, Tania.” He said.
    “I’m ready, Father.” I managed
to pant out between breaths.
    Father Hanson stood and took off
his shirt, slowly revealing the tanned body of a Greek God. Part of
my mind thought he must spend as much time in the gym as I did in
the swimming pool but it was soon drowned out by the rest of my
mind and body that just wanted to be fucked and impregnated for God
by the vision of masculine perfection that was standing between my
legs. He bent down slightly and I heard the faint rustling of
material as his pants slid down and off his legs. When he was at
full height again I could see the head of his cock just peeking
over the hem of my skirt, standing proudly erect and blocking out
view of Father Hanson’s belly button. It seemed impossibly thick
and hard, I’d never imagined I would see anything like it in my
life but there it was about to be thrust into me.
    Father Hanson reached down with
one hand and his cock head disappeared from my view as he pointed
it at my slit. If his hands and tongue were unusually warm, his
cock was positively boiling. When it came into contact with my
pussy lips I was almost sure there would be a hissing sound as my
juices were turned to steam under its incredible heat but that
didn’t happen. Instead it seemed to reignite the fire of pleasure
everywhere it touched as it relentlessly pushed forward into
me.
    My pussy was wet and willing but
I wasn’t sure if it was able. Wider and wider my lips were
stretched as my pussy struggled to accept even the head of his cock
into me. I’d never felt anything remotely like it, the size alone
would have been worthy of campfire stories for generations, but the
humming heat that flowed from him added an otherworldly quality to
the sensation as if I was getting fucked by the God of volcanoes or
something.
    After what seemed like forever,
trapped somewhere between fear of the size and desperation to get
more of his cock into me I finally felt my pussy lips slide over
the ridge of the head, giving me some slight reprieve from the
fear. Without any pause or acknowledgment of this milestone, Father
Hanson continued pushing forward and his giant member invaded my
fertile depths. At last I felt the head of his cock brush up
against my cervix at the same time as his heavy balls came to rest
gently on the cushion of my ass, I swore I could almost sense the
billions of sperm contained within, eager to find one or more of my
eggs. They yearned for me, and I for them.
    Father Hanson placed a hand on
each of my hips and pulled backwards, his thick erection
tantalising every side of my vagina. Once more my lips were
stretched over the ridge of his cock head and I suddenly felt cold
and empty again. I felt a momentary surge of panic at the fleeting
thought