by Faulk, Mercy
I’d barely got the words out before all three men were stripping down to their shorts. I sauntered up the steps, wiggling my little bum as I went. At the top, I bent over at the waist to check the water temperature. “Oooh,” I gasped. “It’s perfect!”
“Harlot,” I heard Deacon Roberts mutter. I glanced around and saw him holding his engorged dick, which was poking through his boxers. I gave him a wink and stepped into the tub. I settled into the warm water, my long brown hair floating around my bare shoulders. “Mmmm…”
As they approached, I shook my finger at them. “Uh uh uh, brothers. I don’t believe God would look kindly on your defiling this holy water with dirty underwear, do you?”
They glanced at each other nervously before shrugging and stripping off their skivvies. It was cozy but we all managed to fit in the tub, one of us in each corner, our thighs rubbing together. As we settled in, our feet got tangled up.
I draped my arms along the edge of the tub and leaned my head back, my breasts just peeking out of the water. Closing my eyes, I relished the warm caress of the water…and soon the warm caress of someone’s hand on my thigh. A smile played at my lips as my pulse speeded up. I cracked my legs open just enough to allow the hand access to my pussy.
Another hand stroked my belly up to one of my breasts. Another hand groped the other breast. I had no idea which hand belonged to whom and it was thrilling. More hands roamed my body until I lost count. I kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the sensations that were curling throughout me.
A rough, thick finger stroked my sensitive slit, circling my nub and slipping into me, filling me almost as much as a cock. That must be the hand of Deacon Roberts. He was a big burly man and I remembered how huge his hands were. I moaned in response.
Another hand lifted a breast out of the water and I felt a tongue twirling around my nipple. “Ooh, Deacon Tryon,” I gasped. Their attention was tightening and loosening everything inside me. I was close to climaxing right there!
Two rough, calloused hands stroked my legs up and down, up and down. They finally settled on my ankles, grasping them tightly.
“Brothers, I think it’s time we baptized this little jezebel.” I opened my eyes to see Deacon James between my feet, a look of disgust on his face.
In a flash, he yanked my feet and I slid underwater, the two other deacons holding me down as they groped me. I thrashed around, terrified they were going to drown me. I was only under for a moment or two before they pulled me back up.
Sputtering and gasping for air, I glared at them. “What the fuck—“
“Again!” cried Deacon James, and he once again pulled me under.
They held me down longer this time, and I noticed that my body was becoming more sensitive. I could feel every twitch of Deacon Roberts’ finger inside me, every pinch of Deacon Tryon’s fingers on my nipple. I came up gasping, hoping they’d do it again. Something about the lack of oxygen was really turning me on.
Deacon James must have read it in my face because without warning, he pulled me down again. This time I didn’t fight it. I just let them grope and fondle me. My clit had become hypersensitive and I was about to burst when they pulled me up.
“Again!” I cried, burbling though a mouthful of water. They complied. This time Deacon Roberts slipped a finger into my ass, causing every muscle in my body to clamp down hard before releasing in the ultimate spasm. As I bucked and flailed during the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, they must have brought me up for air. I don’t recall when but at some point I realized I was panting and crying out.
I lay half-submerged against Deacon Tryon’s chest, overcome. Deacon James lifted my feet to his shoulders and eased forward, his massive cock straining at my tight entrance. My head fell back on Deacon Tryon’s shoulder and I groaned in pain and pleasure as it slid into me all the way to the hilt. I loved Pastor Randy’s dick but it had never filled me this much. I felt stretched out to the point of tearing.
“Fuck me, she’s tight.” Deacon James’ voice was hoarse and he couldn’t control the quaver in it. I felt proud that I’d caused him to lose control. As he moved in and out of me slowly, my groans grew louder.
“Roberts, put something in her mouth to shut her up, would ya?”
“Gladly!” Deacon Roberts stood up next to me and slapped his cock against my cheek. “Open up, whore.” I turned my head an accepted his short, thick dick into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned against it. It tasted so good! Like…man. I gobbled him up, my head pumping up and down, my tongue flicking and swirling on each stroke, just as Pastor Randy had taught me.
Deacon Tryon satisfied himself with playing with my tits, tweaking my nipples, cupping, hefting, squeezing. I reached back and clutched his head as he nibbled my neck. I couldn’t believe that what was happening to me could feel so good. I’d fantasized about having a dick in my pussy and one in my mouth before, but I’d never dreamed it would be so hot. The two men synchronized their rhythms so they pulled in and out at the same time and it was driving me wild.
Deacon Tryon moved one of his hands down to my clit, just half an inch away from where Deacon James was skewering me. I moaned again, more quietly since my mouth was so blessedly full, and began circling my hips against his hand. Pressure was building low but fast.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, Deacon Tryon lifted me slightly and I felt his cock sliding between my cheeks. Oh God! I mumbled around the dick in my mouth as my pupils dilated and my world expanded.
Deacon Roberts paused to allow Deacon Tryon full access. Slowly, so slowly, he eased into my tight hole, filling me to the brim. My entire body was thrumming with sensory overload as each orifice was packed with meaty man flesh. But when they started moving in unison, pulsing in and out of me, I thought I would die from the pleasure!
“I can feel you, brother,” Deacon Tryon gasped at Deacon James.
“Shaddup, idiot!” I don’t know why he was bothered because I thought that was hot as hell. As if to prove his masculinity, Deacon James started pounding into my pussy without mercy.
This got the other men going, and they started moving into me faster. Every part of me jiggled and bounced and was on fire, yet Deacon Tryon’s fingers never wavered from my clit and his lips never left my neck. Water frothed as we all moved together toward the ultimate finish.
Deacon Roberts was the first to lose it. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he cried out as he spurt a huge load down my throat, his dick packing it in as far as it would go. I let go of Deacon Tryon’s hair long enough to grab the base and give it a good squeeze. I didn’t want to waste a single drop of that delicious liquid!
He fell away from me, but my mouth needed more stimulation so I turned to Deacon Tryon. He paused only for a moment before locking his lips on mine, his tongue probing my welcoming mouth. I could still taste the other elder’s blessing on my tongue so I knew he tasted it as well. The thought made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
I should have been uncomfortable, folded nearly in half, but I could have gone like that all night had I not started to climax violently. At first every nerve in my body rippled and shimmered, then I was falling over an unseen ledge into darkness and light. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids and my inner muscles spasmed. A terrible and beautiful scream spilled from my throat and into Deacon Tryon’s.
“Oh, shit! Do you feel that?” cried out Deacon James as Deacon Tryon clutched me tighter to his chest and moaned in response.
My mouth broke free and the church was filled with my cries of ecstasy. “Bless me! Fuck me! Bless me!” I bucked against the men’s pulsating cocks as they pumped their thick, holy loads into me at the same time.
As our convulsions eased, so did our movements. After what seemed like an eternity, we all became still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the water sloshing around the edges of the tub.
Slowly, the elders pulled their softening cocks from my abused entrances, grimacing as they did. Almost in a daze, t
hey cleansed themselves before stepping from the tub and quickly dressing. I was exhausted and exhilarated, so I lay back in the tub and let the water soothe my burning skin.
“So, my brethren.” Everyone looked up at Pastor Randy blankly, apparently having forgotten he was there. “I trust you’ve bestowed your blessings on this poor child’s soul and now feel she’s been justly purified of her sins?”
Still loopy, they all nodded slowly.
“Praise the LORD!” Pastor Randy’s voice echoed through the room. “The Holy Spirit has entered this place and blessed it! Go now, brothers, and know you’ve done God’s will and bask in His glory!”
Looking confused, the elders shuffled out of the church, leaving a wet trail behind them. I had no idea how they were going to explain the wet clothes to their wives, and didn’t care. I’d just been fucked three ways to Sunday and loved it!
7
That night at the special baptism service, Pastor Randy was in fine form. I watched in newfound awe at the way he cast his spell on his flock. I was beginning to understand the power he held over them. He was charismatic and convincing. He was a force to be reckoned with. My panties were soaked by the revelation that he’d trusted me enough to take into his confidence.
As he dunked young Stevie Greene in the same water I’d been fucked in — by three men, no less — just hours before, I glanced around looking for those men. They all sat far apart from each other in the pews, looking visibly uncomfortable. They couldn’t seem to watch the baptism at all, and were looking everywhere but at one another.
Their obvious discomfort worried me. If they were feeling guilty, that meant they were having second thoughts. They could still fire my mom and Pastor Randy, which would just royally suck. I nibbled on a fingernail through the rest of the service, unable to pay attention to what Pastor Randy was saying.
After it was over, the congregation filtered out, shaking his hand and congratulating the newly baptized young man. But the three deacons held back, finally coming together and talking in hushed tones. No one else would have paid attention, but I knew what they were talking about because they kept glancing at me and whispering.
Finally, the church had cleared and Pastor Randy walked toward them, shooting me a dark look that said, “Don’t say a word.” I stayed put on my pew and watched.
“Deacons! Wasn’t that a fine baptism? Another soul saved, praise Jesus!” He was all smiles and handshakes.
But the elders weren’t having it. “Pastor Wade, we need to talk,” said Deacon Tryon.
“Oh? What about?” How could he sound so innocent and sweet?!
Deacon Tryon cut his gaze over at me, then hissed, “The slut.” This was the man who, just hours before, had been buried to his balls in my ass! My eyes narrowed at him, marking him with contempt.
Pastor Randy looked over his shoulder, as if he didn’t know who the man was talking about. “Do you mean our lost sheep Ms. Richards?”
The three men nodded mutely.
“What about her?”
They looked at each other, and finally Deacon James spoke up. “She needs to go, Pastor Randy. Obviously her mother will be let go, and then we can discuss your future, but if those conditions are met, I see no reason why your contract should be terminated.”
He crossed his arms across his chest and leveled a dark stare at me, one eyebrow pulling up. Bastard! They couldn’t do this to me! That’s why I fucked them all.
I was about to leap across the pews and scratch his eyes out when Pastor Randy said, “Gentlemen, I think we should take this discussion to my office. Ms. Richards, please join us.”
Glaring at their backs the whole way to the office, I followed glumly, defeated. There was no way Pastor Randy was going to sacrifice his job for me. He could have any female in this church.
Pastor Randy closed the door to his inner office after we’d all filed in. “I understand your concerns, gentlemen. You’ve allowed Satan to whisper in your ear, telling you that this poor sinner must be cast out. But before you succumb to his powers, please turn your attention to the screen.”
He nodded toward a large flat screen he’d installed across from his desk. We all turned while he fumbled with a remote. “Darn things are so complicated. Ah! Here we go.”
The screen lit up and was filled with a very clear video of all three deacons having their way with me. The image slowly zoomed in until all you could see was my mouth sucking on Deacon Roberts dick. Just as suddenly, the screen went black.
“I don’t think we need to see any more,” said Pastor Randy, setting the remote on the desk and perching his sweet ass on the corner. He was calm and even smiling a little.
The deacons’ mouths were hanging open in shock. “What’s the meaning of this?!” boomed Deacon James. He’d turned an alarming shade of red and I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel or something. The other two cowered between him and Pastor Randy, unsure who to be more afraid of.
“Well, my brother, I felt it wise to secure your commitment to God’s will by filming the blessing you gave Stacey earlier today. I wanted to make sure all of you remembered who you were serving — our Heavenly Father. You did a noble thing and I never want you to doubt your actions. In fact, if any of you do doubt — ever — I would be more than happy to show your families what good Christian men you are, how you saved this young woman’s soul. I think your wives especially would have great interest in finding out what fine men they’re married to.”
Deacon James had gone from beet red to ghostly white. He was sputtering in rage and disbelief, looking between us all as if this was one big joke. He finally locked gazes with Pastor Randy and understanding washed across his features: No one gets kicked out of the church, no one gets fired, and no one sees the tape. Pastor Randy was blackmailing them!
I nearly laughed out load at the realization but bit my tongue and looked down at my hands. He was a genius! I couldn’t stop the grin on my face but I could at least hide it.
“If that’s everything, gentlemen, I think it’s time for Ms. Richards to receive another of my special blessings. Good night.”
Heads hanging low, they all filtered out. They didn’t even have the balls to apologize or anything.
I launched myself into his arms as the door closed behind the last of them, peppering his face with kisses. “I can’t believe it! When did you set up the camera? Where was it? How did you know?”
He chuckled and held me tight in his arms, lifting me from my feet. “I just used my phone and got it set up while those old goats were talking themselves into believing my line of crap.”
He set me down and held my head in his hands. “You were brilliant, little one. I hope you’re not angry with me for that little stunt, but you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.”
His hands started roaming my body, sliding down my back to my rump, squeezing, making my core tighten. His building lust bulged against my belly when he pressed into me.
“No way! Once I figured out what you were doing — okay, I didn’t know you were taping it but I got the gist — I was all in. Besides,” I said, blushing and averting my gaze, “it was a lot of fun.”
“Oh really…” he growled, hoisting my butt onto the edge of his desk so I could wrap my legs around him. “Maybe we’ll have to find other old men to blackmail.”
I shook my head and looked him dead in the eye. “I really only want you, Pastor Randy.” And I meant it.
His gaze softened and he traced one of my eyebrows with his finger, trailing it down my cheek and outlining my lips. “I think the good Lord would agree, Ms. Richards,” he said, as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to my waiting lips. When he raised his head, he murmured, “Praise Jesus.”
8
“Stacey, I’ve called you in here for a very special mission,” Pastor Randy said as I closed the door to his office behind me. As soon as the door clicked shut, he rolled back from his desk to show off the jutting bulge in his lap.
“I need you to ge
t on your knees, child, and suck my holy staff until my blessing fills your throat.”
My eyes widened and I pressed an index fingers to my lips. “Shh, my mom will hear!” I whispered hoarsely, glancing back at the solid oak door, hoping my mom, the church’s secretary, hadn’t already heard.
“Stacey,” he said, looking at me like I was being a naughty little girl. “It’s God’s will.”
I smirked inwardly because I’d finally figured out Pastor Randy’s scam. Using the name of our Holy Father to get me to do all sorts of dirty, filthy sexual acts…that I totally loved!
But I didn’t want to burst his bubble, so I didn’t let on that I knew the score. Besides, letting him think he had such control over me was really a turn on. Ever since he tricked me into thinking that God had told him to ‘punish’ my transgressions by fucking the sin right out of me, I’ve allowed him to put me in some unspeakably filthy positions. I love submitting to his every whim.
So with one more quick look back at the door — that had no lock — I scurried over and knelt as if I was going to pray to his thick, veiny cock. He quickly tugged it through his fly and my mouth watered. It always did when I saw his beautiful dick.
Hungrily, I lapped its length until I reached his bulging mushroom head. Flicking my tongue along the ridge, I glanced up into Pastor Randy’s glazed eyes. He was mine and I was his.
As I completed the circuit, I kissed the most sensitive spot right at the base of his slit and then slid my moist lips around the entire head. He groaned quietly when I flicked the slit with my tongue.
Now fully engrossed in my ‘mission’, all thoughts of being caught left my head. Well, really they heightened my already intense state of arousal. My panties were wet the moment I walked in the church, and now they were totally drenched.
I gripped his girth as best I could, even though my fingers couldn’t make it all the way around, and used my saliva to lubricate his shaft. As my hand came up, my head went down until lips met fingers.
