VACATION OF CORRUPTION by Syd

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Writer: Syd
 
Subject: VACATION OF CORRUPTION
 
Link: LS666 Emails / 11.04.2025
 
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Vacation of Corruption

“Come in Mother. Come join me on my bed! Eat my cunt! Drink my pussy juice. Lick my shitter! Finger me, tongue fuck me, kiss me, Mother! Come, join me and abuse and fuck your daughter. I know you want to. You incestuous loving pervert slut. I can smell your sweaty cunt. Cum, Mother! Cum join me for Satan. I know Daddy wants to fuck me, but why can’t it be you Mummy dearest? Why can’t you be the one to violate me, before Daddy does? Sooner or later we will all bow to the Lord Satan!”

That last phrase sent shivers through Mrs Johnson’s very soul. As she stood outside the door of her twelve-year-old daughter’s bedroom. It was clear to her. Her daughter was now corrupted by the devil himself. Possessed by evil ever since they had visited Thailand with the church. Her daughter had changed so much. Possessed by filthy, evil demons that both she and Mr Johnson felt were trying their damnnest to corrupt and possess them all!

As she stood at the door listening, it was obvious what her daughter was doing inside, it’s what her daughter does for most of the day, masturbates to the filthiest porn she can find on the Internet.

Mrs Johnson could hear her daughter grunting obscenely as she would insert anything she could get her hands on to penetrate herself with; her hairbrush, fingers, anything — to fuck her holes with as she watched as much porn as she could find.

Mr and Mrs Johnson threatened to remove the television, plus the laptop and even disconnect their daughter’s Internet access. But their once pure and righteous little girl made it clear to them through angry, gritted teeth that if they disconnected the Internet. She said she would inform everyone, including the police, that it was her parent’s fault she was raped by Satanists, while they were in Thailand, with Father Connor and other church officials.

So, her parents gave in to their daughter’s demands until they could find a solution to this nightmare they were now going through.

They wished they’d never gone with their church to Thailand. But, at the time, they had actually all been looking forward to it. Especially as their daughter, Karen Johnson, who was just twelve years old. They felt as devout and religious members of Father Connor’s congregation, it would be an exciting opportunity to visit Thailand. They would meet with like-minded members of their church, see how the charity made a difference in people’s lives, and have a holiday as a family for the three weeks they would be there.

Little did they know that it was a journey they would regret embarking on. And they would fall prey to a power that would be no match for their faith, which would be tested to its limit and lead them to question their own beliefs and the strength of those beliefs.

The Johnson family and their daughter Karen had become respected and active members of their church, and become good friends with Father Connor, attending church regularly and happily helping out and organising church events. The Johnsons were in their late thirties, had quite a good standard of living and looked after themselves both physically and spiritually, though they attended church and bible classes they did not preach or try to impose themselves or their beliefs onto others.

Their beliefs and religious enthusiasm were for themselves and the charitable work they enjoyed giving back and helping others. Father Connor was a filthy deviant, a perverted priest of sixty with a history of following Satan and doing everything he could to fulfil the wishes of the dark Lord. There was practically no perversion Father Connor had not indulged in and enjoyed. If a perversion pleased Satan, Father Connor did it, no matter how filthy or depraved.

Outwardly Father Connor was a pillar of the community. But also he had a mastery of Satanic rituals and was in a relentless pursuit of understanding the forbidden — of ancient rituals. It had earned him favor with the evil demons of hell, that bestowed on him not only money as a worldly reward, but almost supernatural powers, great wisdom, and dark spiritual powers.

These powers heightened his senses to the point where he could often read minds, and influence people, and their actions, and thoughts. During his deep Satanic prayers, the demons of hell had instructed him to convince the Johnson family to travel to Thailand. This is where the purity of Johnson’s daughter would be taken by the High Priest, so she could be possessed and used to corrupt others.

They all sat in their seats on the plane, the Johnson family, Father Connor, and two other male priests. The two priests were there to research the charitable work of the church, which they would do as there was a serious side to the church which was needed to raise as much money as possible. They too were just as sick with perverted lust as Father Connor was.

Once the plane passengers had settled into their seats, Karen Johnson sat next to her parents looking out the window. Excited, she watched the plane leave the ground and take off.

“Excited, Karen?” Father Connor asked looking across her parents to where she sat.

“Yes, Father Connor. I’m so looking forward to seeing Thailand.”

“Me too, Karen,” he replied, “I’m sure we’re going to have a wonderful time.”

Evil filled his mind as he took the opportunity to glance at Mrs Johnson’s well-rounded breasts as both she and Mr Johnson were looking in Karen’s direction. They all settled down as the chit-chat and pleasantries subsided and passengers either read books, dozed off or watched movies.

Father Connor and his two assistants closed their eyes. They secretly and silently chanted a prayer to Satan. They vowed to deliver the little bitch, Karen, to become the whore of Satan, so that she would become a true disciple and whore for his pleasure. Their cocks stiffened under their priestly attire as they fantasized about the pleasures that await them in Thailand.

Looking around at some of their fellow passengers, each of the perverted priests gazed upon their fellow passengers — they were nothing but meat — happy excited families were nothing more than sex slaves. Each priest sitting in their seat imagined mothers and fathers raping their sons and daughters. With their lust for the extreme, they fantasized about a family in front, they wanted to see the mother and father take turns to suck the cock of their young son.

They could hear a young family chattering behind, the daughter asking questions about their upcoming holiday. How thoughtful it would be, the filthy-minded priests wickedly imagined, if the mother went around the plane and asked all the men if they would like her young daughter to suck their cocks, free of charge of course.

A middle-aged man passing to use the toilet, they wanted to be in the toilet with him, sucking each other’s cocks, pissing over each other.

How about those sexy stewardesses in their tight uniforms, gorgeous figures, perfect make-up, and sweet smiles, how many have sucked the captain’s cock? Do they eat each other’s pussy in their private restroom? They imagined how exciting it would be if, at twenty thousand feet, there could be a sustained mass rape of every cunt stewardess by every passenger, man, woman, boy, girl, and even the priests. How fucking delicious it would be to hate rape those gorgeous fuck sluts. Nothing was off limits to these priests who served only Satan.

As the flight progressed, everyone settled down with whatever pleasure occupied their time.

Arriving at Bangkok airport, the party of the Johnson family and the three priests were met warmly by the church heads for Bangkok and the surrounding region.

There was the mid-forties Bishop Evans, a white and slightly tubby man. There was his slim and pretty, early forties wife, who had short, well-kept dark hair. She was the one who did the warm introductions. She introduced the third member of the church, Father Blake, plus two young men who were there to help with the luggage onto the minibus they had brought for the journey to the small town on the outskirts of Bangkok.

As they made their way through the airport it was clear their hosts were genuinely friendly people. They made light chit-chat, as the men were slightly ahead of the women, the two young men pushing trolleys with the luggage until they reached the old minibus that awaited them. As the luggage was being loaded everyone mulled outside the bus waiting for the doors to be unlocked by Father Blake.

Mrs Johnson and her daughter continued making small talk with Mrs Evans, telling young Karen how wonderful Bangkok is. They said how pleased they were to see them. Mrs Evans, who was standing between Mrs Johnson and Karen, continued the pleasantries. She turned to Karen and began to explain how Karen could help the local children.

As she put her hand softly on Karen’s shoulder, the young girl felt a sudden surge of electricity run through her body … Karen was almost in a trance. A soft wave, not unpleasant, seemed to pulse through her — causing her to take in a sharp breath — she could feel something very pleasing flowing between the two of them that seemed to put her in a daze.

As Karen looked up at Mrs Evans she seemed to be talking but Mrs Evans’s eyes grew cold, staring into young Karen’s eyes. Karen wasn’t afraid. Her body began to tingle. Her pussy was moist, itching to be touched and rubbed. Karen could not understand why her young body was suddenly excited. Or why she was unable to look away from the now cold gaze of Mrs Evans? Why does she suddenly feel attracted to Mrs Evans and want to kiss her mouth? She wasn’t lesbian. She hadn’t thought about girls. But this pretty, middle-aged, religious woman was somehow having a profound effect on Karen’s whole body. Karen was so overcome with her attraction to the older lady. She instinctively pushed her tongue slightly to her lips, as if needing a deep, French kiss.

Then, Karen realised as she looked into the cold eyes of the older woman. She could plainly see Mrs Evans was talking — but Karen could not hear her. Instead, it was as if Mrs Evans was talking to her by thought — telepathically — and Karen was unable to speak or resist the voice. Although it was cold yet it excited her in a strange and unfamiliar manner, making her young body tingle.

“Do not be afraid,” she said telepathically, “You have been chosen to come to this place for a reason. You will become the bride of our true Master — Satan — say nothing. Your flesh will enjoy the pleasure you never imagined possible!”

With that, Karen came out of her trance-like state. Looking straight up at Mrs Evans smiling at her sweetly, Karen could not explain it, did she hallucinate? Did Mrs Evans talk to her telepathically? Why was she feeling so horny? Why did she want to kiss Mrs Evans? Karen’s look of bewilderment did not go unnoticed by her mother.

“Karen, are you alright? You look dazed,” Mrs Johnson asked her daughter.

“Oh, she’s fine darling,” Mrs Evans assured her, taking Mrs Johnson’s by the arm softly as if to reassure the puzzled mother, “It’s probably just the excitement of being on the flight and being in this country for the first time.”

Both women looked into each other’s eyes. Mrs Johnson was unable to look away from the cold gaze that Mrs Evans gave her. And just like her daughter, she felt an overwhelming sensation of sensual pleasure surge through her body — shooting down between her legs to her pussy — which tingled, itched, and begged to be scratched, making her drip pussy juice down her thighs.

Then, even though Mrs Johnson could see Mrs Evans was talking to her — she couldn’t hear a word — it was as though she was suddenly captured by some dark force which though sent a chill through her body. It was a lusty chill that took over her mind, and filled her head with images of what looked like a hall, or maybe a temple, full of naked, writhing bodies, fornicating, having sex.

In her mind she could see men, women, and children writhing in ecstasy with each other … sucking cock, licking pussy, fingering, molesting, fucking, in her mind she could even see there were priests and nuns fucking and being fucked. The air in this place was thick with sinfulness, wickedness, and evil. Despite the shocking visions she was seeing in her mind, her pussy ached warmly, sinfully to be a part of that scene.

”My dear, don’t be alarmed,” said the voice of Mrs Evan’s in her bizarre vision, “This will be you and your family, fornicating with the Devil, and his followers — and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh — just give in to your lust!”

Suddenly, it was gone. The vision was gone. She was looking into the eyes of Mrs Evans who was calmly explaining that her daughter Karen was probably just excited about the trip they had all undertaken. Mrs Johnson wondered what had happened. Had the visions been real? Had the excitement of the journey affected her? Surely not to the extent that had made her pussy ache, longing for relief.

At that moment the two assistants who had been loading the luggage into the minibus captured everyone’s attention by instructing them to get on the bus.

Mrs Evans had turned slightly in the direction of her husband and Father Connor who nodded to her very slightly, acknowledging to each other that their plan to corrupt this family was just beginning, as planned.

When everyone was on the bus, Mrs Evans made sure she sat between Mrs Johnson and her daughter. Enjoying their sudden introduction to evil, knowing how lusty they would both feel. Knowing they had an itch between their legs they needed to take care of.

Both the Johnson women sat mostly in silence, not sure what to make of what they had just experienced, except that it had made them both very horny, and they had to be somewhere private to sate that itch.

Mrs Evans enjoyed the journey to what would be the visitor’s home for the next few weeks. Sitting between mother and daughter. Knowing that both females were feeling horny. Enjoying the brush of their bodies as the bus made its way to its destination. Mrs Evans could feel their discomfort, she could sense their arousal, she could smell their cunt, moist, and juicy.

Mr Johnson sat in the rear. He occasionally made small talk about the flight, the view, and the work of the church. The old bus eventually arrived at its destination. The old church had a large refectory attached. This is where Mr and Mrs Evans lived. And where the Johnsons, and the rest of the small party, would stay as there were ample bedrooms for everyone. There was also a small school building with three classrooms. Atheist complex lay at the edge of a main road, several hundred meters long, lined with small shops, street traders, market stalls, and assorted local businesses.

The party were greeted warmly upon their arrival by several nuns, a few local officials, and some smiling local children. Everyone was ushered into a hall attached to the school, where a welcome meal was arranged. Everyone was seated and exchanged pleasantries while the party’s bags were taken to their rooms.

The meal was welcomed by the guests who tucked in along with everyone else. Excited chattering filled the room as information about the upcoming week’s itinerary was explained and cups were filled with refreshing drinks which were so delicious that the Johnson family asked for its recipe. Me and Mrs Evans promised the Johnsons they would enjoy lots of the soft fruity drink during their stay, and a crate full would be shipped to their home, free of charge.

The Johnson family were very grateful. The Evans made eye contact and knowing glances with some of the local officials and nuns present. They knew this was no ordinary soft drink. It was laced with a local herb which acted to heighten the senses and act as an aphrodisiac.

And as if Mrs Johnson and her daughter weren’t already oozing pussy juice, the refreshing drink was only adding to their already horny state. They both felt as if they were in a kind of daze, trying to remain as if nothing was wrong but just wanting to push their fingers between their legs and into their dripping pussies.

Mr Johnson was equally affected, equally horny. Not just wanting to fuck his wife but lasting after the nuns and the young boys especially. He’d always been bisexual but had managed to conceal his tendencies since he knew the church frowned upon such perversions — yet he was only flesh and blood — he could not help but feel these urges but he did not act upon them. He was determined to remain a good, decent Christian — he thought his cock would explode if he did not gain control of his perverted thoughts.

The Johnson family were relieved when Mr Evans announced the evening should come to a close as it was getting late, their guests had travelled long and far. And everyone should retire for the night.

Everyone once again exchanged pleasantries, good night, and went home.

The Johnsons were taken into the main house where after a quick tour. Mrs Evans left her husband with Father Connor to escort their guests to their rooms. Young Karen Johnson was shown to her spacious room with its ensuite, then her parents were left in their equally spacious ensuite room.

Young Karen was very pleased with her room, and her own bathroom too. The view from the window was of the very large gardens, several acres. Karen bounced up and down on her bed, the excitement of the upcoming vacation making her grin from ear to ear, but there was something else, something gripping her warmly, flooding her body with waves of excitement that she’d felt since the strange experience she had when talking with Mrs Evans earlier.

Did Mrs Evans have anything to do with these horny feelings she’d been having? Why did everything appear strange when she was talking with Mrs Evans? Why did she have the urge to kiss Mrs Evans?

Karen wasn’t a lesbian — she thought to herself — but she felt an attraction to the older woman which she could not understand. She lay back on her bed, slid her fingers under her dress, and slid her panties off. Once off she brought the soaking panties to her mouth and sniffed and licked her pussy juice through the material. Something that she’d never done, that should have grossed her, but she savoured the experience and as she sucked the moist material she slid her fingers over her bald and smooth pussy.

As Karen rubbed her wet pussy — images of Mrs Evans popped into her young mind — she was shocked at first but these were powerful images she could not push from her mind. As if they were being pushed into her head almost spiritually, but Karen was so hot she accepted them, she was excited by this new experience as she could see herself with Mrs Evans, kissing each other, wet tongues in each other’s mouths, sliding against each other as their warm bodies rubbed against each other. She could almost feel Mrs Evans’s hot, lusty breath on her face. She could hear her breathing heavily, and feel the older woman’s soft hands, as they roughly groped her little breasts and buttocks.

Outside in the hallway, between Karen’s room and her parent’s bedroom, Mrs Evans stood motionless. Eyes as black as coal. Exuding a chilling, evil power, turning the air cold around her. But her dark soul was hot with lust. Muttering to herself, almost hissing some ancient mantra as she focused her energy on the unsuspecting occupants of the adjoining bedrooms. She knew the aphrodisiacs added to their drinks, plus the power of her dark magic were working the libidos of the innocent guests. Mrs Evans could feel their lust and longing, she could read their minds, even plant perverted desires into their brains.

Mrs Evans hissed and spat filthy mantras as she read the now corrupted mind of the twelve-year-old Karen. Her dark magic was too overwhelming for the young girl’s innocent mind. Karen was vulnerable and only now discovering her sexuality, Mrs Evans was just guiding her a little, planting seeds into the young girl’s mind, opening her up to the pleasures of sex with not just men, but women too.

Mrs Evans’s dark soul was able to enter Karen’s body, push the right buttons, become one with the young girl and lead the innocent Karen along the path of lust and desire. She joined Karen inside her head and fornicate with her, helping Karen discover the joys of sinfulness and lesbianism.

Karen fell asleep continuing to dream of fornicating with the older women.

Outside, still in the corridor, Mrs Evans turned her demonic attention to the bedroom of Karen’s parents, who were so in heat they could not wait to fuck each other. Not long after entering the bedroom, Mrs Johnson had planned to take a shower and relieve herself secretly, but Mr Johnson made the move on her. They began kissing passionately, breathing heavily, passions boiling. They groped each other while deep French kissing and fell onto the bed with a heated lust and energy that surprised them both.

Outside Mrs Evans smirked to herself, licking her lips, feeding off the lust of the Johnsons.

Silently moving from the hallway, Mrs Evans walked downstairs, through the living room, through the dining room where a door that would normally be locked led down to the basement to one of the rooms where she knew she would find her husband and Father Connor.

She stepped into a corridor that had several single doors and what looked like a set of ancient, antique doors with intricate carvings. She listened. Inside she could hear the sounds of moaning. She smiled slightly to herself, then turned the cold, brass door handle, she entered.

Mrs Evans entered a room she had been in many, many times in her life. Not just a room, a chamber or a chapel, large enough to hold dozens of people. Once, long ago it was a cavern that led way deep into the earth. Used by a secret sect for several centuries for the worship of their true God, Satan. A sect that had discovered a portal to the dark side of spirituality, though there was nothing pure and holy in their beliefs.

Through devil-worshipping rituals, translating of evil satanic manuscripts, sacrifice, and deeply blasphemous prayers to demons and Satan himself, these cult members had managed to bridge the void between the earth and the underworld, between good and evil, between humanity and the depths of depravity that only Satan could bestow on them as a reward for their devotion and service to evil.

As she stepped into the large chapel, with walls adorned with images, pictures of the most depraved perversions that the cult members indulged in, Mrs Evans looked up at the altar, and the ceremonial cloak that belonged to the high priestess of the cult, herself, for Mrs Evans was the high priestess, it’s leader and she would wear that cloak for all official cult gatherings which were at least once, sometimes twice a week.

Hanging with the ceremonial cloak, on a leather sash which she wore around her neck, was an inverted cross, carved from human bone centuries before, the whole length about twelve inches, with the longest section carved to resemble a man’s cock. Mrs Evans had delighted on many occasions, consumed by satanic lust, shoved that into her wet cunt and shitter, then licked it clean. She had even fucked the shift into the holes of others women, men, boys and girls — nothing was off limits to these cult members — especially if Satan demanded it.

A series of large screens hung around the altar, some switched on showing various rooms within the complex, at that moment two screens lit up showing the scene from two of the bedrooms, Karen Johnson’s bedroom and the adjoining bedroom of her parents. Secret cameras had been installed all over the complex so its cult members could secretly spy on its guests and visitors.

At that moment, Karen was on her knees at the head of her bed, naked from the waist down, her pert little backside clearly on view. Consumed by the lust brought on by the demonic influence of Mrs Evans and the secret aphrodisiacs added to their drinks, young Karen could be seen with her ear to the wall of her bedroom, listening secretly to the moans coming from her parent’s room, as she feverishly fingered her cunt imagining her parents next door fucking each other, She could even hear her devout parents using filthy language that she had never heard them speak before.

Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, amidst the panting and groaning of her rutting parents, Mr Evans was frantically shafting his wife’s tight shitter. Even though they had never indulged in such a dirty act, both were consumed with more lust than they had ever imagined and could not understand why they hadn’t tried anal sex before, especially as it was so deliciously wicked.

Next door their daughter was listening, getting closer to yet another shattering orgasm when she was sent over the edge as she listened to her father growl at his wife telling her he was about to cum.

“Darling, cum in my shitter. Fuck all your fucking cum right into my shitter.”

Hearing her parents rutting next door, and the filthy language they used, sent Karen over the edge. Still frigging herself, she fell back on her bed, legs wide open frigging her wet pussy as she climaxed yet again, and lay on the bed, exhausted.

Meanwhile, down in the cavernous basement, Mrs Evans now full of lust, her eyes turning coal-black as her dark soul was consumed by demons from hell, looked upon the altar where her husband lay naked upon his back and the naked body of Father Connor straddled over him in a sixty-nine position. Both men sporting erect eight-inch cocks with a tattoo of an inverted cross seen on the shift. Both men greedily slurp on each other’s stiff cocks while back-shafting the other’s shit hole with a busy finger.

As Mrs Evans unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders, she unclipped her bra and let that too fall from her slender shoulders to the ground.

Looking down at the naked, hairy ass of Father Connor, he and Mr Evans were still feverishly sucking each other’s stiff cocks, Mrs Evans moved closer behind the priest, placed a finger into her mouth, sucked it to make it wet, then placed the tip at the opening of the priests shitter, then pushed forward, sliding her finger into his tight arse crack, further into his bum up to her knuckle, then reversed, then forward and backwards. Smiling to herself until she removed her finger from the priest’s arse hole, brought it to her nose and sniffed, actually enjoying its aroma.

Then she did something that would shock and revolt most Christians, she placed the foul finger into her mouth, wrapped her wet tongue around it and sucked the filth from it. Moving the stained finger back and forth over her soft lips she sucked her finger clean. Licking her lips as she finished, she lowered her head and slurped on the priest’s anus. She ran the tip of her tongue over his ass, poking her tongue into the opening, tickling the priest enough for him to stop sucking Mr Evans’s cock, and look back over his shoulder, his eyes also coal black after also being consumed by demons during satanic prayer.

“My dear sister, I have missed you both since I was last here a year ago. Please indulge me, and our demonic master Satan, let’s make up for lost time and enjoy ourselves in the incestuous love that has always bonded the three of us.”

This was the strange truth about Father Connor and Mr and Mrs Evans, they were indeed brothers and sisters. Introduced to Satanic filth as children by their parents who had been baptised into the cult and had become its leaders, and had researched and decoded ancient scripts to bridge the gap between humans and Satan. Successfully developing spells and black magic they had gained much supernatural power as rewards for their depravities, their sacrifices to Satan and for their devotion to Satan and the conversion of many Christians to the Dark Lord.

As children, Mr and Mrs Evans had been married to each other in a ceremony that involved satanic rituals, human sacrifice and several days of orgies involving necrophilia, incest, bestiality and more filth most people could only imagine.

Their brother later went to America to open another branch of the sect, recruiting many and becoming stronger with more and more understanding of the satanic manuscripts which gave them the power to manipulate and influence others, especially mere weak Christians. It was agreed he would change his name and become a priest so people would not suspect they were siblings, and becoming a priest would be the ideal way to gain people’s trust and corrupt them.

As Mrs Evans unzipped her pencil skirt and allowed it to fall to the ground, pulling her black g-string to one side, she reflected on one big change. There was one more shocking revelation as a child bride that the family embraced when they married as children in the most unholy, Satanic wedding.

Mrs Evans would become a cult leader, and as she looked down at her pussy, her clit grew and grew, like a cock, it grew bigger and formed into a cock, a ten-inch cock, hard, veiny, and extremely angry.

Her cock had the same tattoo as her brother’s had — an inverted cross — her cock was a gift from Satan for her devotion and enthusiasm in carrying out the will of the Dark Lord — for even as a child, under the guidance of her evil Satan-worshipping parents, Mrs Evans was a first-class student, and there was no act of evil and perversion she did not shy away from, whether it be fucking, murder, incest, bestiality, she embraced it all.

She placed the tip of her cock against her brother’s arse hole, smiled to herself then pushed slowly, purposefully against his shitter, continuing to push the cock slid in making Father Connor wince with the discomfort, but his sister had ass fucked him so many times he enjoyed it every time, he never wanted her to stop.

Slowly at first, pushing and withdrawing, again and again, she increased her pace. Everyone’s breathing became heavier, lustfully seeking satisfaction. She gripped her brother’s hips as she continued to thrust.

Both brothers expertly sucked each other’s cock, sucking the manhood deep between wet, expert lips. Sucking in with wet tongues. Moans fill the room. Father Connor pushed back against his sister’s violation, at the same time fucking his own brother’s mouth as he sucked eagerly waiting for his brother’s cum to shoot down his throat.

Meanwhile, underneath Father Connor, as his brother sucked his cock, Mr Evans ran his hands around the soft arse of his sister and did his best to insert a finger into her tight bum hole, and began fingering her, which sent waves of pleasure through her body. She loved anything in her arse.

The intensity of the lust changed the atmosphere in the room. The debauched threesome wantonly pleasured each other, eagerly giving and seeking pleasure.

Mrs Evans rammed her shaft in and out of her own brother’s shitter forcefully smashing into him, the two men erupted into each other’s mouths, slurping cum accepting the thick creamy spunk like they had done all their lives, their incestuous act was even more exciting because it was so filthy, so taboo, they never failed to get excited. Satan possessed this wicked threesome, they could feel him taking their dark and depraved souls to hell and back. Nothing to them was as satisfying as indulging in the most sordid, taboo acts.

The two men bucked and fucked, swallowing each other’s cum as Mrs Evans groaned lewdly, blaspheming, and cursing as she too shot load after load of cum deep into her brother’s shitter. She did not go easy, gripping his hips she thrust as hard as she could as orgasmic waves of wicked pleasure filled her senses as she fucked harder and harder — making her brother squeal like a bitch — begging her not to stop.

Squeezing her nipples hard to get one last bit of pleasure from her orgasm, Mrs Evans flopped forward onto her brother. Licking the sweat from his back — the sounds of heavy breathing filled the room.

Mrs Evans grinned to herself slyly, for without warning, with her cock still embedded inside her brother’s arse, she pissed, long and hard, emptying her bladder deep inside her brother’s bowels, which she had done many times over the years, which they all loved.

Father Connor could feel his sister’s piss tickling his insides as his sister’s piss flooded around inside his bowels. This dirty act always gave him pleasure, he loved the feeling of lovers pissing inside his bowels, whether it be men, women or boys or girls, or the piss from his brother and sister, these perversions were what he looked forward to when he would be apart from them.

His sister eased her cock from her brother’s shitter, enjoying the sensation as it popped out, a trickle of piss and cum trickling down, which Mr Evans licked as he still lay underneath his brother.

Mrs Evans pushed Father Connor’s ass cheeks apart, Mr Evans looked up from his position and his sister looked down at him, both still filled with filthy lust as they smiled at each other.

Mrs Evans pushed Father Connor’s ass cheeks apart, looked at his wet, brown hole, breathed deeply, licked her lips, and then ran her tongue up and down her brother’s wet ass crack, which was leaking cum and brown piss.

Father Connor delighted in the sweet sensations of his incestuous sister probing his shitter with her tongue, how good it felt, how deliciously wicked for a man of the cloth to be so free as to be able to indulge in the most exciting perversions with his siblings.

“Praise be to the Dark Lord, Hail Satan,” he whispered as her soft tongue licked his dirty crack, and probed his bum-hole.

His sister remained to look at her brother’s puckering bum hole, waiting, as her brother the supposed devout holy man and slave to the Abrahamic God, but a true devoted servant of Satan, forced the contents of his bowel out of his shitter, and into the faces of his perverted siblings.

Brown piss mixed with cum shot out from his ass, drenching his sister and brother’s faces, covering them in the disgusting filth, which they eagerly accepted by opening their mouths, swallowing, savoring the filth directly from its source. They giggled as the filth covered their hair and faces, they tried to capture every drop in their mouths, swallowing eagerly. Jet after jet shot from Father Connor’s ass hole, covering his brother and sister, falling to the floor.

When the filth had stopped flowing, Father Connor turned and still lying on top of his naked filth-covered brother, joined them in deep, three-way French kissing, sucking each other’s tongues, slurping the filth from each other, sliding tongue over the wet tongue. Sharing spit, cum and piss and shit, as they had done for decades.

TO BE CONTINUED?