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She has a taught ass and a well-developed chest that her himation does little to conceal. My boobs are nowhere near as big. Mine only jiggle, but hers sway when she walks. She always wears the prettiest jewelry too; Dad gets her anything she wants. Today she had on a worked silver pin to hold up her himation, silver chains about her neck and beautiful pearl earrings. She's almost always content, but today, she had a pinched expression. It made her look rather ugly even with her curves and her jewels. In the past few days she had been unusually snappy.

"Io, dear," she said as she sat down next to me. "You're father and I have talked and we're going to have to cast you out.

That struck me like a bolt of thunder. I had never lived anywhere else. I had hardly been anywhere else, and I never had any inkling that I was ever going to be asked to leave. "But why?" I asked.

"Your father has a..." she paused for a second, "Male problem. We consulted the oracle and she said that he could not be cured so long as you lived here."

I didn't know what a male problem was, but it sounded terrible. I didn't want him to suffer, still I was scared. I said, "But I'm your daughter."

Her look turned hard as she said, "And I won't have any more daughters so long as you're here, so get out." She got up and stormed out.

I didn't know what I had done to make her so upset. I was devastated. I hung my head, got up and left the temple immediately. It was the only home I had ever known. Now I was left with nothing but the clothes on my back and my trusty dildo. I had hid that in the sleeves of my himation. I've found that masturbation makes grief more bearable.

I had traveled some distance from the temple along the rivers shore. My father is the god of this river. I hadn't thought of that when I started, but now staring at it I remembered. I felt overcome by grief and sat down. I wanted to cry. Nothing had been going well for me. I was always lonely, I was always horny, I never got to have a lover and now my parents threw me out like a rag doll. It wasn't fair.

"Why so sad?" a voice called. I looked up at the clearing and saw a man standing there before me. He was older than father, but undeniably handsome. So handsome that I realized he had to be one of the gods.

"Are you Zeus," I asked, "Or Poseidon?"

"Such a charming nymph," he mused. "I am Zeus."

I thought for a second, something had sounded familiar. "You are the voice," I said.

"I am. I've been watching you for a while, I hope you don't object. I first spied you on the steps of your temple. There was a bit of a breeze and your himation was pressed against your legs. Right then I knew I had to have to have you. You're such a gorgeous nymph. I couldn't come in of course, my wife, you know. She might be present there."

No one had ever called me gorgeous before. I just wanted to melt. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted it more than anything I could imagine. I felt like the first time I spied my parents making love. I was just a child, but even though I didn't understand what I saw, I felt an overwhelming desire. Now I felt the same, but my mind raised all sorts of foolish objections. "But my father is a strict adherent to the cult of your wife and I'm one of her priests," I said. It was stupid. Why was I sabotaging my own desires?

Zeus was undaunted by my objections. "And he's thrown you out. Now you're a priestess without a temple. Why don't we both take revenge on my wife for that?"

Maybe I was swayed by his logic, or maybe it was those gorgeous blue eyes. It didn't matter, my cunt was already soaked and I had to have him in there. How often had he been fantasizing about me? Did he set this up? Had he caused my Dad's male problem in order to have me? That was so sweet. I felt desired. I was overwhelmed as we kissed but I pulled back. "But if your wife catches us," I said meekly.

He smiled and raised his hands above his shoulders.

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