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Introduction

On Christmas morning awoke Emelie a gentle knock at her old girl's room door. It was her mother who came up with a cup of tea and with the message that they would soon go away to the church yard where her father would stay in the Christmas day sermon. Emilie could barely hide how bored she thought it would be, but clenched the sake of domestic peace. She was daddy's girl and always had been present at this sermon, even though she was already in his early teens had discovered that she no longer believed in the things that were family support wheels through the years. Now she just smiled and told his mother that she would soon be ready to go. When her mother left the room as she sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling. The past six months had been full of freedom and now she was back in his native monasteries. She felt trapped, as if the walls of her pink girl's room was actually the bare walls of a convent, and the only joy that existed was the idea that outside these walls that survived her peers in freedom from the shackles of religion.

She shook off the thoughts, thinking instead that in five days, she would be sitting on the train on the way to Uppsala and her dorm room. She longed to get really close the door there in the hallway and instead of this spectacle to engage in the exploration of the real world again. The studies went well and the social life of Mary and her boyfriend had really opened their eyes to her when it came to what the real life had to offer those who grew up in chastity church down here in Småland. She went out of his warm bed and picked out my dressing gown hanging on a hook on the door. She took her bag and left the room toward the bathroom upstairs. As usual, so she locked the door behind him and then pulled her nightgown over her head and stood naked before the mirror. She'd been many times and marveled at how her body changed. It had never been spoken about this at home with her family, but her fascination with the breasts grew and there was body hair had led her to explore her sexuality there in his loneliness.

She got so into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain and let the hot water wash over her. The thoughts she tried to gather as she would be able to endure another day in the Assembly's violence, where every little thought that wandered outside the narrow confines of the conservative notion of God's love was a sign of weakness in the flesh, and a challenge from Satan himself. The hot rays warmed his sinful body and hands tvålade into the smooth skin with soap. Then scorn put his hand over the hill between the legs, it was like a shock through her body and suddenly had the idea has gone from restraint to sin again. In the palm of your hand, she felt the thin blonde hair that covered her pussy and not really think before so she reached for sponge bag and took out a razor and shaving cream. Soon afterward, she was completely shaven between the legs and when she dried with badhandduken so she smeared himself with lotion over the newly shaved and smooth pussy. She shivered and smiled at herself in the mirror. The others would be surprised.

- The shameless

The congregation had assembled at ten o'clock in the church yard and everything of course, had gone after the plans of her father, pastor, had presented. It did so always. It was interesting for Emilie to see now that she studied religious studies at Uppsala University. She had initially been worried that it would mainly be about it every day she has been part of growing up but she had been pleasantly surprised when the studies were actually purely scientific and the theological faculty were indeed open to interpretation in the perception of religion. The talk they had had earlier in the autumn, which focused on religious sects had the heat on the cheeks as she knew too much from his father's actions as head of the church. She had kept quiet about it then, and she definitely had not told his father about what it was that she learned at the university.

She was sitting in the congregation that one of them outwardly but inwardly as she felt only contempt. She had known yesterday, the church-activated George hot look at her body and she was sure he had her in mind when he slipped away from Christmas delivery last night and runkat off his sinful lust to the bathroom. In any case, she fantasized that he has done just that. A smile crept across her lips. Her father's thunderous voice preached from the stage in the hall and the church was as bright as he read the Christmas Gospel. Emelie was now dressed in a bright plaid skirt that ended just above the knee, a tight black polo shirt and over that she was wearing a white knitted cardigan held together by a knotted sash at the waist. The bones were covered by a pair of black stockings - probably all thought that it was the tights - but Emilie had actually dared to have a stay-up to honor the day. No one could have guessed that it was just stay up but Emilie knew, challenging, albeit in secret, made her feel alive. Speaking of the challenge she had actually challenged even more so today she neglected to wear a bra under the black polo shirt, luckily she had the white sweater over the polo shirt that she bought at Filippa K in Stockholm was in thin materials and in daylight so would her lily-white hills would certainly be clearly visible through the fabric. Her blonde hair, she sat up in a pony tail in the back and the light makeup she added after a shower this morning was both subtle and beautiful.

When the sermon was over and the congregation was drawn back into the assembly hall where coffee was served there followed Emelie his family to the table of honor. It was always laid in the church, her family for generations has been the head of the Christian sect - yes she called it a cult now - was the hub around which everyone's life spun. There was something erotic about this, she felt as she sipped coffee and listened to the muffled hum of the congregation. Everyone looked up to her father as a shepherd who would protect them in this age of sin and challenges. Imagine the power of her father still had. She wondered if he had abused it sometime. She gazed over the church members who spoke quietly about this and that. His gaze fell on Betty who sat next to her husband with in-laws at the next table. Had her father may have used his position to get at her? She was actually quite beautiful still, in all its Christian expression. Sure, she was curvy and always dressed in virtuous clothing but there was something about her that attracted Emelie to undress her with his eyes and put her in the sinful events. The large breasts hidden under the Christian Democrat's image she worked so hard to create for itself, the narrow waist and plump ass. The plump lips that always smiled. Emelie shivered and struck out thoughts and discovered at once that Bettans man, who is also the one who had glanced her yesterday, had his eyes fixed on Emilie. Emilie looked away and pretended that she was not there, but she knew that George's eyes still burned in her.

Emilie turned to her mother and apologized. She would just go out and get some fresh air, she said.

"Are you doing darling ..." answered her pious mother "... but hurry back soon to the children's choir perform their songs."

Emelie promised and went virtually unnoticed out of the room. She had for many years, learned to operate without being seen. It was sort of a prerequisite for life on such a closed environment, everything they did seemed but Emilie had, since her early years seen through the lies and the game, learned how to handle and even manipulate the social game that parish life was based on . Out in the cloakroom so she stayed up and when she heard the door go shut behind her as she breathed out. This game had only gotten worse over the years and the newly won freedom in Uppsala made everything worse. She thought of her best friend Maria at home in Uppsala. She longed for her company, conversations they had and the closeness they shared since they had experienced it there with the restaurant owner Dragan at the afterparty in the fall.

Emelie walked down the stairs to the kitchen which was in the basement. Now that all the others would soon be able to listen to the children's choir, then it should be empty of people down there and she needed to be alone for a little while. Just so she could clear up the tanks and re-enter the character and keep playing the game again. The kitchen was empty, and almost silent except for the tape recorder that played the last of Carol's Christmas records. That it would be so stereotypical here, she thought. She walked to the window and looked out over the sloping lawn, now covered with a thick blanket of snow. She envisioned how she had played in the summer out there and rushed down to the lake that was blank to take a bath. It was really an idyllic out here. She heard the door to the kitchen open behind her and she spun around. George closed the door behind him and leaned against it, he smiled and looked at her with his hands in his pockets.

"So this is where you are hiding, Emilie ..." he smiled.

Emelie circles had been upset and she did not know quite how to handle this. She looked at him and his deep brown eyes bored deep into her blue. She put down her eyes and turned around again and crossed her arms over the bust.

"Hide me, do not ..." she said with a slight tremor in his voice. She looked down to the lake again.

"Oh yes, I know what it is ..." she heard him laugh. "... It is impossible to completely disconnect that there is a world outside. I know what it is Emelie, to be free but still quite attached to this church and all the must haves that it forces us to. "

Emelie gasped in his words. She was apparently not alone in feeling like a prisoner in the township. George, who always seemed one of her father's good servant, also seemed to dream of freedom beyond the tight constraints. She could logically understand that it was so, but instinctively she had imagined him as another one of those sheep who needed a shepherd in order to survive in this vargatid.

"... Days like these so my only remove ..." she whispered mostly to himself, but was surprised that it came out so high anyway.

"Yes, I know what it's like ..." she heard George say behind him. He moved to her mother and she could hear his footsteps approaching. He stopped just behind her. Not adjacent, but so close she could feel the warmth of his body anyway. "... You were so beautiful yesterday Emelie ..." he whispered, "... a free spirit in the soul's prison ...".

Emelie grabbed his white jacket and stifled a gasp. She felt his hand on one shoulder, how it rubbed down along the arm of her.
"... You stood there in front of a bunch of spineless may be ..." he continued silent while his hand caressed her up and down the upper arm "... your revelation was so much stronger than that of the cross on the wall behind you where you stood ..." His hand stroked the smooth and gently up the arm, over my shoulder and up into her neck.

Emelie stood as if petrified. George's touch sent signals through her body that she has been careful to try to repress all day since she had her own hands caressing her body in the shower in the morning. He moved a little closer to her and she knew how he leaned forward and smelled her neck. A shudder went through Emelies sinful body.

"... You are a revelation that beats anything I have ever seen or experienced ..." he whispered and put his other hand on her hip "... yesterday ... in that red dress ... I saw your chest heaving ... I have never been closer to God than when ... "he whispered in her ear and kissed her on the side of the neck.

Emelie let his hands fall down and leaned her head sideways when his lips pressed against her neck. George's hands caressed her hips and held her by the waist. Her heart had started beating faster now, and when George's hands found their way around the belt and undid it so batter a gasp from her lips. At once he opened the white jacket and let his hand caress her over the black fabric up over her stomach. He pulled her towards him and Emilie had her blond head fall back against his chest. His hand found its way on up over the black polo shirt and cupped over her right breast.

"... Mmm ... Emilie ... no bra ..." he moaned in her ear and Emelie looked down at her taut breasts where George's right hand clutching her chest. The thin fabric of brand polo top did a really lousy job when it comes to hide her swollen breasts. By the thin fabric, she clearly discernible breast white in contrast to the stiff light pink nipples now resisted upwards. Goran circled with a finger tip over her stiff nipple as his wont, stood inches hard up.

"... Think that the pastor has a so ... sinful daughter ..." he hissed in her ear, and put his hands down her arms and grabbed her wrists to her. He brought them forward and placed them on either side of the window she was standing in front. She had to lean forward to keep from falling. He let go and let his hands caress her along the inside of her arms, the inside jacket and down the sides of her. Emelie gasped and pulse raced. There was a tingling throughout her body and touch from Goran sent shocks through her body.

"... Now stand quite still Emelie ..." he whispered, "... the other will be out for at least half an hour with the kids who will sing his praise of the pastor and his work ...".

Emelie closed his eyes, breathing heavily with his mouth half open, and knew every little inch of Goran's touch. He let his hands continue down over the waist, along with her hips and the plaid skirt. She felt him crouched behind her and let her hands find their way up under the skirt along with her stockings. His warm hands caressed up to socks edge and then over her soft skin.

"Mmmm ... what beautiful socks you have ..." gasped George behind her. His hands went up over the thin, black hotpants in lace that she wore. She felt him take hold of them and slowly pulled them down, stripped of them and then let them fall to the floor. She looked down and saw how they were around her ankles and the black boots she was wearing. George's hands caressed it up along the inside of her thighs and she shivered in the whole body of pleasure.

"... You know Emilie ..." he whispered, "... that I yearned for this ...".

His hands stroked up along the inside, up against her scorching sex and touched the soft, swollen labia. He cupped his hand and placed it over her shaved pussy and groaned aloud.

"Ohhh ... so ... wonderful wonderful Emelie ..." His hand was pressed against her wet pussy and Emilie could not help but to separate easily on the bones of his middle finger pressed in between the clean-shaven fittläpparna. He let his finger rest there while he was with his other hand pulled her plaid skirt up with the white jacket and put her round ass in the light from the lamps in the ceiling.

"... That no one could imagine ..." he laughed quietly "... the pastor's daughter ... little innocent Emilie ... had shaved her pussy so nicely ...".

George leaned forward and she felt his lips kissing her on the bare buttocks while his middle finger gently went to work on her swollen clit. Her heart was now double time and she looked down over the bust and saw the nipples of her swollen tits reached its most severe state. Through the thin black fabric, she could see every knottra in our farms, and to her embarrassment, and generous, nipple pink stiffness could have been out in the open as clearly as they could now be seen. She said of the treatment that George's finger gave her rigid clit and already knew how her smooth pussy lips becoming swollen wet with horniness.

"... Mmmm ... ohhh ..." he moaned as he let his lips to kiss up over the bare buttocks. Emelie felt his hot tongue licked along the cleft between the buttocks who shared her firm buttocks and with a loud groan stretched her body when Goran plainly brought up his thumb in her pussy while he caressed her clit more intense. Her eyes sought out the window while her knuckles turned white on each side of the window. George had his thumb sliding in and out of her penetrate pussy and flashes that went through her body from her pussy to pleasure center in the brain was more intense than any she had known before. Over her lips smearing small, quiet, gnyenden. With a loud cry wet so let Goran his thumb disappearing into and then out again from her horny, young pussy. He stood up behind her.

"... Stand now left this ..." he hissed as he straightened her skirt and jacket so that they were up over her lower back with the naked buttocks was freely available in the light from the fluorescent lights in the roof of the church kitchen. She obeyed, of course. It was unthinkable to do anything else even though she knew that this was really playing with the forbidden. Sure, she had thought unclean fill the house of God before, but this was something else entirely. She heard George pulled down the zipper of his fly and the way his pants fell down to the floor. With one hand he hugged her left buttock and fondled himself in between the legs again and rubbed around the wet fittsaften over her swollen lips.

"... You ... George ..." gasped Emelie nervously.

"Mmmm ..." he moaned back as she could hear him stroking his cock next to her naked butt.

"... I have never ... been with someone ..." she whispered, "... not like that ..."

"Oops ..." George laughed out loud '... and you want to wait for the right one, I understand! "

Emelie knew it was hypocritical to stand here in the church kitchen and become pullad of a married man while Christmas celebrations went on upstairs. She did. But she wanted to wait. Maybe not on the right as the man she would marry, but at least on the man who would get to fuck her first time. This probably was not that first time. She did not in any case, even though her sinful body screamed after being satisfied really. She did not know what to say, but was rescued by George, when he instead grabbed her and turned her on.

"... Okay Emelie ..." he smiled "... but I would at least like you to help me in redemption here and now." With those words, so he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down until she was kneeling in front of him. He looked down at her with his brown eyes and a smile he nodded argued against the stiff cock swaying just in front of her.

"I want you jerking me Emelie ..." he moaned, smiling again "... take on his cock now, darling ..."

Emelie let her hand forming around George's hard cock, it was impossible for her to assess how it fared compared to others but her right hand reached just around the shaft of the penis head and was extraction of thick foreskin. She let her hand move gently up and down the kukskaftet and with every move she made was blotted his big cock head each time. The hairy balls scrotum was tense inside the skin and bobbing all speeds the more she stroked his hard cock. With his left hand, she looked into under her skirt and reached as the hot, swollen pussy as she shaved completely smooth at morning shower. She was really wet and swollen pussy now and then the first two fingers lay on either side of her for a time swollen hard clit as she moaned loudly. She squeezed harder around George's cock and jerked off faster in the long haul and his big sticky dickhead was now exposed.

"... Ooooh ... All right ... go so now Emelie ..." moaned George, watching the Emelie's pretty face "... stroking his dick hard now ... All right .... aaah ..."

Emelie jerked harder, each time gave a messy sound, and she felt her taut breasts swaying under the black polo top. With his other hand pinched-pullade her clitoris and it went like lust shock through her body. George moaned rhythmically by her treatment, and she saw how he was sweating. She herself sat astride on his knees with one hand over her pussy and the other on George's cock and jerked him so that her breasts were bobbing up and down.

"... Jaaa ... sooo ... Emilie ..." George groaned aloud "... now ... soon ... keep stroking his cock ... your ... your ... little bitch ..."

The words burned to Emelie, instigated by his wicked vocabulary. She stroked faster and put her hand from her pussy up to her tits and pinching the left nipple. She took hold of it and then hugged his chest hard, while her right hand stroking George's sticky cock faster and faster, and with a stifled groan, she saw how George threw back her head and moaned uncontrollably.

"Yeah ... ooooh .... ahhhhh ... kåååta slyynaaahhh ..." she heard him while Emelie felt a throbbing in his cock and the first beam-mouth is swollen kukhuvudet and fired a first beam of his cum past her blonde hair and hit the window sill behind her . She kept stroking him and soon followed a second beam that fell on her breast and then another to which also hit her chest, hidden just under the black polo shirt.

"... Ohhh ... sooo ... gently now ..." gasped George and looked down at her as she sat on the floor with his cock in one hand too sticky semen, and with white strands of the thin polo top. Her chest heaved precariously with excitement and Steve laughed and it seemed that he shuddered with pleasure. "... You can probably drop now ..." he smiled argued against her hand which was covered in semen and still held on to his now more relaxed cock.

Emilie let go of his cock and felt it was hot on her cheeks. George grabbed his cock and wriggled into the pants again and pulled up the zipper. He stretched his hand to Emilie that he helped up on shaky legs. He looked at her and smiled but said nothing. Instead, he bent down and helped her step out of the black spetshotpantsen who remained on her ankles. With these as he wiped off the semen from her bust, and what ended up on a windowsill. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. He smiled at Emelie again.

"... Them here ..." he said softly "... they keep me as a memory ..." and so he stuffed them in his pocket. "... Come on ... hurry now to the bathroom and get ready ..."

Emelie awakened from his horny spell and looked at him how he stuffed her panties in his pocket and said those words. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth and then went out of the kitchen with firm steps. Emelie stood for a minute that felt like an eternity. Then she slipped out and into the bathroom to fix before she would go to the other again. When she looked in the mirror so she could not help but smile at the blonde girl who looked back at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes almost feverish, and the white cardigan which framed it in the black polo top tight chest with the wet spots of George's cum. She took a napkin and wiped her between the legs and the only pussy. She put her hand up her runkat George's dick and pulled into the acrid smell of his sex and sperm. With the tip of the tongue licked along her fingers and tasted his juices that still remained. She smiled at her reflection. Then she washed her hands and tied the white cardigan hard so that her stiff nipples would not be revealed when she went into the other.

When she walked into the meeting hall, she could not help but look at George's side, but he was deeply involved in a conversation with his father in law. He did not look at her. It blew up in her plaid skirt, and she again became aware that she did not have any panties underneath. Those he had in his pocket, she saw how George put his arm around his wife Betty. It burned to within her when Betty leaned her head on George's shoulder and he kissed her cheek. Emilie sat down next to her mother again. When asked where she kept house, she replied that she had taken a walk alone. Not once saw George in her direction for the rest of the afternoon, and well at home so did Emelie long hot bath. What happened there should be fairly obvious to those who now know Emelie ...

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