“Were you a virgin when you started at the brothel?“No. At my father’s funeral, I was crying, and a priest put his arm around me. He calmed me d...own then took my hand and brought me to the parsonage for prayers. He told me death is a part of life and how Jesus died on the cross for our sins. In a calm soothing voice, he said the Christ child was born from the Virgin Mary who was about my age when she conceived Jesus."Although I’m not that religious, the bible stories made me feel better. He said. "Stop!" He didn't listen, and the girl felt helpless. Her sense of helplessness lasted but a moment. Even as she struggled to free her arms, to incant some magic to stop him, she sensed _it_. It was afar, but drawing rapidly near, the inky blackness that, even now, promised her salvation from her tormenter. "No!" she screamed, more at the evil impulses trying to gain control of her than at the boy. If he had known the tiniest shred of the power that tempted the girl, he would have fled in. He had thought her breasts were large when he mether, and they were by Real World standards, but now his own breasts wereat least an inch larger in every direction than hers. His waist wassmaller than hers, and his hips and butt were bigger.He looked at the golden hair of the fantasy girl who had once been hisfriend Tom as she bounced and bobbed in the group of the others, and thenhe looked at Keela and back at the nameless fantasy girl, and then itclicked.Keela had made him into her fantasy. He leaned into me, holding my shoulders and forced his cock all the way into my butt in one slow stroke until his balls were pressed tight against my pussy. He quickly pulled out and drove himself all the way back in, over and over, his cock slipping completely from me only to be shoved fully back into me. He worked his black magic on me and within minutes I came on his big black cock, reveling in the wonderful glow that anal orgasms give me. I moaned and told him how much I loved the way his.