by Faulk, Mercy
I glanced back over my shoulder to see Pastor Randy's arms raised high over his head in worship, his head thrown back and his face aglow with rapture. My eyes traveled down his body to the enormous erection tenting out his trousers. Every part of him was excited to mete out justice, it seemed.
His eyes met mine and a slow smile slid across his face. "The only way for you to be pure again is for me, a holy minister of our Lord and Savior, to fuck the sin right out of you."
My jaw dropped at his words and my pulse quickened. "Pastor Randy! No!"
"Are you questioning God, Ms. Richards? Do you dare doubt that he sent me in his stead to purify you?"
"No, but...isn't that even more sinful? Having pre-marital sex?"
He didn't seem to hear my question. He just moved toward me, unbuttoning his pants on the way. "It would be an awful shame if you refused God's justice, because then I would have no other choice but to report your transgression to the deacons."
No way! That couldn't happen. Mom would not lose this job; not if there was anything I could do about it. Besides, he was right. I needed to be disciplined...hard.
"No, I'm sorry, Pastor Randy. I didn't mean to doubt. I'm a sinner and deserve punishment."
I turned my head forward and gazed up at Christ, wondering what it would feel like, having sex for the first time. Conflicted emotions of guilt and excitement churned my stomach. Would it hurt? Would it feel as good as actresses made it look? Was I supposed to do something? Would it redeem my soul?
The carpet scuffed under Pastor Randy's shoes as he stood over me, motionless. It made me nervous, his just standing there. But I kept my eyes on Jesus and waited. This wasn't exactly how I pictured my first time, but I didn't dare protest.
Finally, I felt him kneel behind me. His hands roamed across my butt and the back of my thighs, sliding between them and pushing up. I was about to spread my legs for him but remembered my previous lesson and stayed stock still. It was killing me to do it because, as nervous as I was, I was thrilled that Pastor Randy would be my first.
"Now, Stacey. I think it's in your best interests if this punishment stays between us. I would hate for you to tell your friends, because word would eventually get back to the deacons about your sins, and then your mom would lose her job and all that. Understood?"
"Yessir." Jesus gazed down on me with pity in his eyes. Pity for my weak constitution. Pity for lustful thoughts. Pity for my sins.
The moment I agreed, he had my dress shoved up to my waist so he could have a full view of my moist nether region. It must have looked good to him because he moaned a little.
Suddenly his mouth was on me! I gasped in surprise -- I didn't even know that was a thing, but it seemed he really liked it because his tongue lapped me up like I was made of honey. And it wasn't too long before I decided that I really liked it, too.
His long tongue slicked up my slit from bottom to top, skimming across my asshole along the way. I gasped again, partially from shock, partially from pleasure. I tightened that spot in response.
"Mmm, you like that? I bet you do, you dirty girl, but right now I have other fish to fry."
He resumed lapping at me, his tongue circling my clit as his fingers had done earlier. The warm wetness of his mouth consumed me. He probed my folds and my entrance, all while his hands stroked my thighs and butt cheeks. When they reached my breasts, I arched and pushed back into his face, rocking my hips to get a rhythm I seemed to instinctively know.
"Oh, Pastor Randy," I sighed in delight.
That now-familiar pressure that signaled an orgasm was building in me and I rocked harder. At the crucial moment, as I teetered on the edge of bliss, he pulled away.
"Noooo!" I cried, looking back over my shoulder to see what he was doing.
Whap!
"Do NOT question my authority, girl! Keep your eyes fixed on our Lord and Savior and your soul will be redeemed!"
The deep rumble of his voice nearly finished me off, but the pressure of something soft and warm at my virgin entrance drew my focus to a pinpoint. Was that his...cock? Oh goodness, it's really happening!
Pastor Randy's voice was mumbling a prayer that God would save my sinning soul as he pressed deeper into my folds, my lips engulfing the bulbous head. I thought there would be pain but he was moving slowly and I was so wet that it must have made initial entry easier.
He pushed in and out with short quick movements of his hips. One time he popped out with a slurp and I groaned in displeasure. "Oh, please..." I moaned.
"Is this what you want, harlot?" he asked as he pushed himself even deeper into me, meeting a little more resistance. I pushed back against him, but he pulled back with me, rocking at the same time so he wouldn't go deeper. I was nearly crying with need for him.
"Please, Pastor Randy! Fuck me! Fuck me to save my soul! Fuck me now!"
A growl rumbled up from somewhere deep inside of him and, with one quick thrust, he was buried to the hilt. I cried out in pain and pleasure. The feeling of fullness, completeness was dizzying. The jolt of pain was gone almost as fast as it had happened. What was left was a yearning for Pastor Randy to slam my pussy repeatedly until I came all over his cock.
"Oh, God, thank you for saving this child!" he exalted. Grabbing my narrow hips in his big hands, he began pumping into me, over and over.
I rocked into him, my eyes never leaving the face of God. Just looking into His beatific face made my clit throb more, so it seemed ordained that my hand should move down to the engorged nub. As Pastor Randy fucked me hard with his thick cock, I flicked and pulled and rubbed myself.
Even though I'd never had sex before, I could tell Pastor Randy was close to baptizing me with his cum because his rhythm had changed and he'd grown more turgid inside me. I rubbed myself harder and concentrated on the Lord's face.
The moment Pastor Randy shouted God's name and I felt him spurting inside me, I came in a blinding flash of light. Ripples of pleasure tightened my inner walls around him, making him shudder and moan as he wrapped his arms around my torso and rested his head on my back.
So this was what sex was like. Boy, it was a good thing my mom forbade me to date because if I'd known what I was missing, I would have been the town pump.
We were both slick with sweat and panting heavily from saving my eternal soul, exhausted. I sat there on my hands and knees, wondering what would come next. I wanted to do this again -- and again and again -- but I was afraid Pastor Randy saw this as a one-time sacrifice to help one of his lambs. How could I convince him to continue to fuck me senseless?
"Um, Pastor Randy?" I asked hesitantly.
Breathless and weak, he said, "Yes, my child."
"Is it a sin to think of you sticking your big, fat cock in my mouth?"
He was silent for a moment, then pulled himself upright. Slowly, deliciously, he pulled his still-hard dick out of me, our combined liquids spattering between my knees as he pulled free.
"Why, yes it is, Ms. Richards," he replied, his voice thick and full of desire again. "And that deserves an even harsher punishment."
My eyes and mouth widened into big Os as he pressed against my tightest of holes.
4
"No, Pastor Randy! Not in the ass!"
My worst fears and hottest fantasies had just come true when Pastor Randy, my church's youth group pastor and the heir apparent to our ailing leader, Reverend Stevens, took my virginity in an effort to save my soul from the eternal flames of hell. Now he claimed I needed a more severe punishment and he was pressing his hard, slick cock against my tight pucker.
See, Pastor Randy had caught me masturbating -- it was my first time ever, I swear! -- in his office after church. I was totally humiliated, as you can imagine, but also turned on that he'd stood there watching me until I came. Of course, if I'd heard him come in, I would have covered it up and lied about what I'd been doing, but I was too caught up in the new sensations building in my body and my eyes were closed.
Even though thinking about it all day mad
e my panties wet, I was also terrified about what he was going to do. If he told the deacons, Mom would lose her job as the church's secretary. I couldn't let that happen, if I could help it.
So when God told Pastor Randy that he had to purge the lustful demons out of me by fucking me senseless, I didn't argue, even though it seemed a strange sort of punishment. I was afraid it would hurt, but he knew what he was doing and I came like a freight train!
But now he said I needed more severe punishment...right in the ass!
"No, please," I begged as I lurched forward, scrambling for the base of the cross mounted on the wall.
"Get back here, you filthy harlot," he grunted, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me back toward him, but I had a firm grip now and curled myself into a ball at the crucified feet of Christ.
Pastor Randy, still in the kneeling position he was in while he took my virginity, planted his fists on his hips, his glistening cock jutting out and up and an alarming angle. I'd never actually seen a penis in real life before and I'm afraid my eyes must of goggled at the size.
He followed my gaze and smiled at me from under his long blond lashes. "Yes, I've been blessed," he said, nodding sagely and waggling the monster from side to side. "And so have you, Stacey. God has commanded that my staff continue to purify you of your sinful ways. Now come to me, my child."
I cowered and shook my head. I felt like a big baby, but I was scared he'd put it up my butt. How could it possibly fit?!
His voice softened. "Please, Stacey. I promise I won't hurt you. Sometimes the student needs a reward for learning their lesson, so I'm going to give you what you asked for a moment ago."
I'd told him I wanted his big, fat cock in my mouth, and now drool started pooling so fast I had to swallow. I licked my lips at the thought of them wrapped around that turgid hunk of veiny flesh.
"That's right," he soothed, "come to me."
Before I knew what was happening, my hands and knees propelled me over to him, my face stopping just inches from his mushroom head. A drop of cum pearled at the tip, begging to be licked off, so I complied.
"Ooooh, yeah, that's a good girl."
So encouraged, I licked along the soft skin of his shaft until I reached his balls. It seemed kind of funny that there was no hair on them, but as soon as I sucked one into my eager mouth, I was happy they were clean shaven.
Pastor Randy moaned, which made me moan, which made him moan louder. It was a never-ending cycle of moans and groans.
As I popped his balls in and out of my mouth, my hand reached up to stroke his dick. I must not have been doing it right because Pastor Randy put his hand over mine to show me the best rhythm.
I felt more confident now, bolder, so I kissed my way back up to the tip, still holding the base in my hand. I glanced up into Pastor Randy's face. His half-lidded eyes blinked slowly as he nodded at me to continue.
I lapped at the tip, swirling my tongue around the ridge, noticing that he tensed up when I did that. I made a mental note of that sensitive spot, then wrapped my lips around it, sucking lightly. The liquid still oozing from the slit was salty and musky and I wanted to taste more of it.
His hands moved to my head, lightly stroking my hair. Slowly, carefully, I started moving up and down on him. I didn't want to go too deep because I was afraid I'd gag, so I kept my hand sliding up and down toward the base, letting my saliva lube it.
"Mmm, that's good, Miss Richards, just like that," he moaned from overhead. I could hear his breathing quickening and I felt him grow even harder in my mouth. His fingers buried themselves in my hair and gripped more tightly.
Now Pastor Randy was guiding my head gently but speeding up my movement. Faster and faster my head bobbed, and deeper and deeper his cock went until it was touching the back of my throat.
Just when I thought I was going to gag, he shuddered violently and shouted out the Lord's name in praise. I felt his hot load shoot down my throat and fill my mouth as he continued to pump into me.
I had no choice but to swallow, even though I wasn't sure if that was the Christian thing to do, and I was glad for it. It had a salty sweet taste that I craved. I continued to suckle every last drop out of him even after he'd grown soft in my mouth.
Softly chuckling, Pastor Randy gently pushed me away, and his dick popped free. "That's it, young lady. You've sucked me dry...for now."
I smiled up at him from my place on the floor, licking my lips to make sure I'd gotten every last drop. He smiled back and pulled me up to face him, kissing my on the tip of my nose.
"Deep down you're a good girl, aren't you Stacey?"
I nodded meekly, wishing with every part of me that he would continue to think that.
"Do you trust me?"
That was a silly question. He was Pastor Randy -- of course, I trusted him. "Totally."
"And you know I'd never hurt you, don't you? You know that anything I do is to help you, right?"
Unsure of why he was asking, I just shrugged.
"Then I want you to go sit in the front row." He pointed at the first pew facing the stage. "And take that fucking dress off."
I blushed at his use of profanity -- or was it that I was about to be fully naked in front of a man? Either way, I was glad I wasn't fully facing him. It did seem silly, my sudden shyness, so I grabbed the waistband of my shift and pulled it up over my head. Pastor Randy sucked in his breath when my breasts bounced free of the bodice, making me happy I didn't wear a bra tonight.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around and sat primly on the pew, my hands on my knees. I had no idea what he had planned and the uncertainty was making me nervous.
"Skooch that sweet ass forward and spread your legs," he commanded as he knelt down in front of me, his hands lightly stroking the tops of my thighs. My nipples pebbled at his touch and I couldn't have prevented my legs from opening if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. My folds gently opened to his gaze, the air cooling them.
"Oh, Jesus, you have made the perfect pussy," he whispered. "Thank you, Jesus."
In a flash, his head dipped and I braced myself for what he would do. When his lips started to lightly graze the inside of my thigh down by my knee, I relaxed a little. The smooth skin of his hands caressed my legs, my butt, my belly as he kissed his way up toward my throbbing core. When his fingers found a sensitive nipple and gave it a light pinch, I gasped and thrust my hips toward his face, groaning.
"Yeah, I bet you like that, slut. Let's see what you think about this..." With that his lips encircled my clit and gave it a good, hard suckle.
"Ah!" I cried out. It kinda hurt because I was so sensitive but it also felt so amazing. I squirmed under his probing tongue, pushing into him and pulling back at the intense sensations. I had no idea what he was doing down there, but I knew it felt fantastic!
His hands migrated south, one wrapping under and around a leg, while the other disappeared from view. I leaned back and stared at the sparkling glitter that decorated the ceiling, drowning in the pleasure Pastor Randy was giving me. My reward!
A finger started probing my wet lips as his tongue flicked and circled around my nub. Since his hands were busy, I moved my own up to my tits, rubbing and pushing them together, tugging on my nipples. I felt like I'd short out from sensory overload. I could feel another orgasm building and it wasn't far away.
His fingers moved faster in and out of me as his mouth was clamped on my most sensitive of spots. Grunts fell from my lips and his moans vibrated through me. We found a rhythm that would soon take me over the edge of reason.
As I stood on the precipice, Pastor Randy pulled his fingers free and moved them down until they met resistance. I was so caught up in what I was feeling that I didn't for a moment feel fear, just pleasure. Slowly, one lubricated finger pressed against my rosebud, shooting electricity to my core. I was almost there.
The finger slid in and out, my nerve endings shouting in joy, and my breath caught in my chest as my world contracted. When a second finger joined the
first and began stretching me, I exploded. Writhing and pushing and screaming in anguish and ecstasy, I fell and clenched and clawed to hold on.
"Pastor Randy!" I cried, needing more, never wanting this to end.
"Mmm," was his only response as he continued to work my clit and asshole, licking and slurping and pumping into me.
The climax seemed to last hours and had barely subsided when I felt another big one building. He was working hard and my body was responding.
But as I neared the edge again, he pulled his fingers free and sat back on his heels. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, "Now get on your knees and take what God has ordained that I give you."
I blinked in confusion and then realization hit. He had been prepping my butt!
Fear must have flooded my eyes because his softened just a bit. "Don't be afraid, Stacey. Remember Psalms 23:4 said 'I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff, they comfort me.' Let my staff give you a little comfort, my lamb."
I don't know why but that made sense to me, so I spun around and perched my knees on the edge of the pew, my hands grasping the edge tightly, still anxious.
Pastor Randy's hands smoothed up the back of my thighs and around my butt cheeks, caressing them. Then he buried his face back into my pussy and sucked my clit some more, setting off fireworks behind my eyes. I pushed back into him and received a slap on the ass for my effort. Oh, right, this was my punishment.
His tongue worked its way up my folds to the spot his fingers had just been. As he licked around my rim, I tightened up, anticipating...I wasn't sure what, exactly. Soon his fingers slid easily back into me, stretching my entrance and sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
I moved one hand to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. The attention to two such highly sensitive pleasure centers made me wild. Before I knew what he'd done, Pastor Randy had stood and was once again pressing his big dick against my back door entrance. But this time I was better prepared to take him.
He must have slicked himself up with his saliva because there was no unpleasant friction as his bulbous head slowly eked its way inside. The stretching was intense and I tried to breathe through it, willing my muscles to relax.
