TIME TO LIVE

Feature Writer: StuffItInn

Feature Title: TIME TO LIVE

Published: 02.04.2022 / Religiousfetish.com

Story Codes: Religious Themes, LesDom, Incest, Blasphemy, Satanism

Synopsis: In writing Sam 5, I was inspired to do this little side story. Once again, this inspiration came from MMichaels and Little R, but also from our friend XP. Fans of his stories might see some parallels when it comes to plot and whatnot. Either way, I enjoyed writing this one and it may or may not be continued. Hopefully the italics formatting works … Feedback always welcome!

Note from XP: I loved this story. It has so much potential StuffItInn … please keep going … as we’d all love to see the dirty mom flick her mini-me … and the Satanic lust has only just begun. Please join me in encouraging StuffItInn to keep going down this dark rabbit hole of an evil LezDom fuck party.

Time to live

Fuck I hate this. I hate this church … I hate these people … I wish this place would burn to the fucking ground and all these fucks would die. Jesus Christ I am really pissed about being here right now. Just keep smiling, Melanie. You have about ten minutes and then you can go home. Maybe even get John to fuck me hard. Fuck … wish he wasn’t such a Christian man … I really want to try anal.

“Lord, hear our prayer.”

“Amen.”

I may have been thinking other thoughts but spitting out the required responses was second nature at this point.

Guess I can tell you more about who I am. My name is Melanie h Parker, wife to John Parker, mother to Suzy Parker, teacher at the community college, and living a lie. I married John years ago when he knocked me up; Suzy is now sixteen. I’m about 5’6” tall, shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, athletic physique with a tight ass, and C-cup tits. Why am I living a lie you ask? Well, because in the last dozen years or so I have lost faith in Christianity, my family, and my husband. John is still a good man, he just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Suzy is a great daughter and younger, tighter carbon copy of me, but she’s getting older and exploring life with her youthful exuberance. No, my faith began failing me and I wasn’t strong enough to fight the fall.

“Amen.”

I suppose I could give you some background on the how and why, but its just the usual bullshit and I’d bore the shit out of you if I did. So I’ll sum it up with one word; porn. Okay … two words actually. Lesbian Porn. I especially like LezDom porn and have taken a keen liking to cougars such as myself hunting kittens such as Suzy’s friends…god I want to finger fuck a few of her friends. There have been times, when I’m slightly tipsy, that I even venture down the lesbian incest rabbit hole and fantasize about Suzy and fucking her with a strap-on while she begs me to fuck her harder … but it’s all just fantasy.

“Peace be with you.”

Nope, just fantasy. Just like the fantasy of burning this church to the ground while all these fuckers burn. It’s really quite dark of me to think this, but I can’t help it. What I have found as of late is that when I think these things, my pussy practically drips. In fact, I like it so much I put a pad in my panties before we come to church just so I can fucking drip to nasty thoughts of these peoples pain. It’s become a drug for me. Usually, after mass, I have to slip into the bathroom and finger myself for a minute or two just for some relief.

“John, I’ll meet you two out front. I have to pee.” I said it quietly to John who just nodded and turned to leave with Suzy.

Damn her ass looks good in those shorts. I turned and scurried to the restroom. Soon I was pissing a hot stream and finished pretty quickly. As I was finishing, the door opened and someone came in. Given there are two toilets in here, nothing new. Problem was I wanted to shove a finger in my hole; a couple plunges would have to do until I can get some relief later. Fuck it felt fantastic. Soon I heard gushing in the next stall … perfect time to finger fuck myself. I finished and exited the stall about the same time the other person did. Soon I was met with the radiant smile and deep blue eyes of Carla; young lass in her early twenties. Only problem with her was her incessant need to talk about the lord … ugh!

“Hi Carla! How are you?”

“I am fantastic, Melanie! I was dying to pee for the longest time! Samantha and I were up in the balcony watching the mass to try to get some ideas to spice up the service.”

She shot her smile at me.

“Did you guys come up with anything?”

I could think of a few ways to spice up the service.

“Maybe. I don’t know yet. I have to think on it. Oh!” She suddenly burst at the seams with an excited look, “Are you still teaching English Lit at the college?”

“I am. What’s up?”

We were both facing the mirror at this point washing our hands. She was bent forward slightly so the cavernous cleavage I was seeing wasn’t doing much for my damp panties.

“Is there any chance I can pick your brain on something? I really could use your help!”

She batted her radiant eyes at me and had a puppy-dog look on her face. To be one of the beautiful people …you know, the types that other people will do anything for. Carla is certainly one of those people.

“Sure … when works for you? I can’t today, but am open tomorrow evening? Will that work?”

“Absolutely!”

She nearly jumped in my arms and hugged me tightly. Wow! Her boobs were even more firm than they looked. While she was hugging me, she spoke quietly into my ear.

“I really look forward to your helping me … I can’t wait.”

It was low and husky … sexy. She slid back from the hug and locked her eyes onto mine. Then she smiled and said she’d call me tomorrow and slipped out of the restroom. I was left standing there wondering what the fuck just happened.

Needless to say, by the time we got home, my pussy was burning like forge. I got John to task on some chores around the house and Suzy took off to her friends house across the street. I was in the office on the computer watching some porn and had my hand buried in my pussy within seconds of being alone … I could not get Carla and her glorious tits out of my head. I came quickly and had a dozen more by the end of the day.

xxxxx

About noon the next day my phone rang. It was Carla.

“Hey Mrs. Parker!”

“Well hello! It occurred to me this morning that I never gave you my number. How’d you get this number?”

“Oh, I may have told a small fib to the pastor. He doesn’t need to know. (Giggle). Besides, I too realized that I hadn’t gotten it and by the time I did realize, you were already gone. So how was your evening?”

This caught me off guard. Here I am talking to the center of my sexual desires last night and she’s asking how I was doing last night. I wanted to scream at her that I was fucking myself nonstop to the thought of her tits and ass; that’s what I wanted to do.

“It was good. Mostly just a quiet evening in. You?”

“It was fucking fantastic!”

That certainly raised an eyebrow for me … I couldn’t believe this god loving woman swore like that. I then thought about what she had whispered and that she lied to the priest to get my number … maybe she wasn’t so prim and proper after all.

“OMG! I am so sorry that word slipped out of my mouth!” I wanted to put my pussy in that mouth, “I guess I’ll have more than the little lie to confess to this Sunday. (Giggle)”

“Ummm, yes you will young lady.”

I was being facetious.

“Hey, I’m twenty-five! Not nearly as young as you think!”

She had mock anger in her voice and it caught me off guard she was as old as she was. I thought she was in her early twenties with the silky smooth skin she had.

“So what time today?”

“I was thinking around four or five if that’s okay?”

“Absolutely! You’re doing me the favor so whenever!”

Such youthful energy … I was jealous.

“Where are we meeting?”

I was hopeful and fearful she’d say the library or something … I might have some downright evil thoughts lately, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it.

“Over here or your place. Whichever is easiest for you!”

Oh shit!

“Your place then … I could probably use a break from my house by then.”

I suddenly had the driest mouth.

“Fantastic! Thank you sooooo much!”

“Okay … just shoot me your address and I’ll see you around then.”

“Okay!”

We chatted a little more and then hung up. Seconds later there was text for me with her address and a winky emoji.

The rest of my day went by somewhat quickly. Had some usual shit to take care of since my job as a teacher included online crap as well. But before long, it was 3:30 so I began to shut everything down and get myself ready. I didn’t get all fancy, just jeans and a T-shirt and shoes. Regardless of what was going to happen, I was going to be comfortable. Either way, I threw on a little make up and primped my hair a touch, left John a note that I might not be back for a while and headed on out.

When I got to Carla’s apartment complex it was close to 4:30. I decided I needed a minute to calm myself and refocus on why I was here. I was sure that I was misreading all the signs and I was certain that I could get through this without making a fool of myself. So I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. To my surprise, Samantha Koller answered the door. I did a double take.

“Sam? Do you live here?”

I was very confused by her presence. She just laughed and reached for me, pulling me into the apartment by my wrist.

“No sweetie … this is Carla’s place. I just stopped by to chat with her a bit about yesterday’s mass. She’s in the room changing and asked me to answer the door.”

She pulled me in for a hug and had that same look in her eye that Carla had yesterday. Was I being punked or was I being drawn into a web. I didn’t know and wasn’t sure which one I was hoping for.

“Okay … got a little confused for a moment.”

Sam smelled of wine and a hint of something else that I couldn’t place.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

I did and nodded accordingly.

Sam led me to the kitchen to pour a glass. She was exuding some kind of energy about her that was different than the last time I’d spoken to her. I was transfixed by her swaying ass and bouncy, bubbly walk.

“How’s Rick and Tim?” figured I’d break the silence.

“Ugh! Do NOT get me started on those two. You have no idea how much work those men are.” She almost looked disgusted, “That little fucker of a son of mine has gotten himself in more trouble and my pathetic husband is no use whatsoever.” She had venom in her voice and given the swearing, I could tell something was amiss in the Koller household.

“How about you?! How have you been? How’s John and that little clone of you, Suzy?”

She sounded legitimate in her question, but had a little pep when she asked about Suzy.

“They’re good. John is the usual John … just work and playing golf. Suzy is ever the social butterfly. Sometimes I think I’m just at home to make sure everything still works. (Nervous laugh)”

“I know exactly what you mean! Unfulfilling, isn’t it?” It is.

“Yeah … just some days are better than others.”

I took a big gulp of my wine while Sam was watching me over the top of her glass as she drank slowly. There was something predatory in her gaze and I felt powerless to stop what was coming … which would hopefully be me.

“I hear you sweetie. But! I’ve found new purpose.” As she said this she reached for my hand and touched it softly, “Carla is a wonderful source of inspiration.”

As she said it, she bucked her hips a little and inhaled sharply. Had I not known any better, I’d say she had an orgasm. I just smiled in return and as I did, Carla appeared.

And holy fuck can that woman make an entrance. Tight short shorts showing off some extremely tan and toned legs, tight mid-section covered by an extremely tight white tank top, absolutely no bra on and her tits were still just up on her chest like a couple helium balloons, and a face done up so elegantly I had a hard time not dropping my jaw. She practically bounced at me with a beaming smile.

“Melanie! You made it!” Landing with a hug on me, I about fell over.

“I did.” I said it as excited as I could to match her youthful energy.

“Sorry! I know I didn’t tell you that Sam would be here, but she has been such a help that I invited her over. Come on! The project is out in the living room!”

She spun me around and all I could see was Sam grinning at me as Carla yanked me into the living room. She plopped me down on the couch and showed me the tome she had on her coffee table. Black, large, and in decent shape. I looked up at her.

“I don’t understand … you said you needed help with a project.”

“I do silly … this is my project.” She was smiling looking down at me and at the book.

It had somehow made its way into my lap and I was stroking it mindlessly as she stood over me … looking down on me … grinning.

“I need you to verify some things in it.”

I began to open the book.

The outside of the book, while black leather, was blank; no words to be found. Inside the front cover though was an inverted pentagram with a elongated face in the shape of a goat for lack of better terms. I was stricken with wetness.

“Is this satanic?” I asked quietly and was looking down at the book.

I was feeling the leather of the edges of the cover, stroking it lightly. I could feel energy in the room. It was similar to the energy I feel when I am thinking my darkest thoughts.

“Yesssss … ooooohhhhhh fuck!”

I was drawn out of my reverie to the sounds of pleasure. I looked up to see that Sam had placed her body right up behind Carla and had her arms snaked around Carla’s waist and was massaging those glorious tits…squeezing them rhythmically. Sam also was sucking on Carla’s neck like a vampire. Carla, for the most part, was holding Sam’s head with one hand while she rubbed her clit through her impossibly skimpy shorts with the other. She rolled her head forward.

“What are you feeling, Melanie? Sam and I have been watching you … feeling your energy. You are one of us, sister.”

At this point, Sam looked up at me and I could see them both wanting to devour me. I was so fucking hot I wanted them to do it.

“I … I don’t know … I’m so confused right now.”

“All your darkest desires can be had … if only you give in to those desires.”

As she said this, Carla began to lower to her knees while Sam moved around the coffee table to the other side of me. I now had two very hot and sexy women, one on each side of me, kneeling down and caressing my thighs.

“Tell us your desires, Melanie.”

I looked at Sam.

“Give in to your lust, Melanie.”

I then looked at Carla. Both were grinning like madwomen.

“Do you feel him in you, Melanie. Satan? Do you feel him? Because we feel him in you…he is present inside you.” Sam was saying these words and inching ever further up my leg.

“He’s here, Melanie. You need only accept him.”

Carla too was close to my cunt.

“OOOOHHHHHH FFFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” I was dripping cunt juice.

“Yes … feel his power. Feel his lust!”

Sam was flicking my clit at this point. Carla has moved up closer to me and was more concerned with whispering to me.

“Tell us, Melanie. Tell us what you desire. Share with your sisters of sin … let us share the delight of your evil intent.” Carla was grinning at me and I was delirious with lust.

I looked up at Carla as Sam shoved a finger in my cunt. I could only open my mouth, but it was soon covered by Carla’s and we began tongue fucking each other. I had to break off the kiss and look down at what Sam was doing because it felt fucking amazing.

“OH MY GOD! DON”T FUCKING STOP!”

I was grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand ever closer. My clit and cunt on fire.

“I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE! I NEED TO CUM!”

“And you will … but we need to know … tell us!”

Sam was hammering away at my pussy.

“I … I want to fucking burn the church to the ground!” I was so close. “I … I… want … to fuck women in our church!” So god-damned close. “I …I …”

“Say it, you slut of Satan! SAY IT!” Carla’s voice was full of fire and lust.

“I … I want … I need to fucking kill those christian fucks!”

BAM! I was fucking hit with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my fucking life and it was fantastic. I was riding the waves of ecstasy and delirious with lust. I grabbed Carla and began mouth fucking her with my own mouth. The sin of what I was doing and what I admitted to pushed me over the top and I never felt more free in my life. Carla did not disappoint and returned the kiss passionately.

It wasn’t long and I felt the presence of another mouth by mine and Carla’s; it was Sam’s. I began to reach my arm around her neck only to discover she had taken off all her cloths … I broke the kisses and looked at what was happening. Carla had backed away and was stripping her clothes off while Sam was like a lioness and was damn near ripping my clothes off. These two women were going to devour me this evening and I … well I was more than willing to let them.

I was free in this moment to do as I pleased and I liked it. It felt as though this was the first time in my life that I was actually alive. The three of us were about to commit horrible acts of debauchery and sin that would surely condemn my soul to hell for eternity. Right now, I could fucking care less … I wanted these fucking insanely hot bitches and I wanted them now.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE