Repent: A Very Bad Boy Romance

by Faulk, Mercy

  I gnawed my lower lip as I pulled the rubbery cup from its container, flipping it upside down and back again, trying to decide what to do. The previous night had been a surprise, but I couldn’t claim innocence this night. But I also didn’t want to lie, and not putting it in on purpose felt like lying. I had a decision to make.

  Looking into the small mirror hanging over our bathroom sink, I studied my face. Just a few months ago, it was the face of a virgin but now…now it didn’t look any different but I’d changed. I’d learned so much at the feet of Pastor Randy. Sure, he’d taught me about sex, but I also learned how to get what you want and make people thank you for it.

  What I wanted, more than anything, was a baby. But not just any baby — Pastor Randy’s baby. I wanted to feel it grow inside me, to see my belly swell with it. It would be the ultimate submission to the man I’d chosen to give myself to. But there was no way he would give me a baby knowingly.

  It was time to put what he’d taught me into practice.

  Opening the top drawer of the little cabinet next to the sink, I rummaged around until I found what I was looking for. I held up the diaphragm to the bathroom light, flicked open the safety pin I held in my other hand, and got to work.

  11

  “Gentlemen, settle down, please!” Pastor Randy’s booming voice commanded the attention of the young men in the room, and sent its usual shiver down my spine. All five men quieted and turned their gaze to their spiritual leader.

  The table from the night before was once again in the center of a circle of chairs. Pastor Randy again had the students read from the Song of Solomon and I couldn’t believe that it had the same effect on me as the night before — maybe even more severe. I was squirming on my chair from how engorged my clit was already.

  “You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.” Rob had just finished his passage when Pastor Randy interrupted him.

  “Excellent stopping point! As we discussed, your wedding night is important, but it’s not the only one you should make an effort on. No, sir! Your bride is your treasure, your blessing from the Lord above, and you all should strive to please her in every way.”

  He stood and moved toward the table, giving me a look. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

  “Ms. Richards?” he said, motioning for me to join him. “Gentlemen, God has commanded that Ms. Richards assist in teaching you the ways to pleasure your brides.”

  They guys all looked confused and I tried to hide the smile on my face. They were about to get the show of a lifetime and at the end, I’d be knocked up with Pastor Randy’s baby.

  But that wily servant of God surprised me yet again.

  “She will submit herself to you in the righteous pursuit of everlasting love!”

  Every set of eyes turned to him, including my stunned gaze. What was he saying?

  “You mean we get to…practice on Stacey?” asked Taylor, clearly eager to begin, the bulge in his pants growing noticeably.

  Pastor Randy nodded magnanimously. “Consider her body a…study hall, if you will. But right now, she will help you learn the secret to the passage Mr. West just read. Stacey, disrobe.”

  I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Are you kidding?”

  He gave me a wink and simply said, “God’s will.” A flush spread across my face, angry and excited at the same time. He was using me again. Well, I had a surprise for him!

  Humiliated, I began tugging off my clothes. First, I yanked the tight cropped sweater I’d worn over my head and threw it onto a chair. As my bare breasts bounced around freely, there were several sharp intakes of breath from the guys. Their desire was contagious and sent a flood down between my legs.

  The only other pieces of clothing I had on was a short, schoolgirl skirt and pair of heels. I had a feeling that leaving these on would end up working to my advantage so I hopped up onto the table and crossed my legs.

  “Ready!” I gave Pastor Randy a little smirk and his eyes twinkled with delight. He knew I was going commando.

  “Gather around, boys. Ms. Richards is going to lie back, and I’m going to show you the proper way to make your new bride squirt.”

  Squirt? He’d done a lot of things to me but this was new. I didn’t even know girls could squirt.

  “You mean, like, pee, Pastor Randy?” Luke was a shy guy but he had the same question I did.

  “Not at all, Mr. Hutchins. There’s a gland inside a woman, and when it’s stimulated in just the right way…well, it will probably be easier if I just show you.”

  With that, he gave my torso a shove and I laid back while he lifted up my skirt to reveal my perfectly waxed pussy. The guys got very quiet as they watched Pastor Randy explain all my lady parts, including the clit.

  I was already dripping wet, so when he touched it, I jumped and moaned in delight. This really got the guys going and Pastor Randy allowed them each several minutes of just rubbing my clit. He was very strict about what they were allowed to touch, wanting to make sure they understood the importance of each area. I was loving it!

  By the time shy Luke had rubbed me for a while, I was near orgasm. So many different hands touching me was beyond titillating. It was perverse, taboo, immoral — and absolutely wonderful.

  “Now if you slide your fingers inside — oh, you’re so wet, Ms. Richards,” he said as he dipped two fingers into my aching pussy. He pulled them back out and sucked my moisture from them, groaning at how good it tasted.

  Out of the corner of my eye I could see a couple of the guys rubbing themselves and licking their lips. Seemed they wanted a taste, too.

  “So you slide your fingers inside and hook them up to the upper wall, like you’re motioning for someone over to you, you’ll feel a lump. Just rub that baby for a while and see what happens.”

  Again, each guy took turns sliding their fingers into me, rubbing and fumbling. As awkward as it was a couple of times, the sensation was indescribable. Like my entire core had sucked in on itself and was trying to escape through my throat.

  My whole body arched as Joe had his turn and then suddenly we both cried out simultaneously. “Ew, she just peed on me!”

  “No! No, Joe, that’s her love juice. Great job, man! Ms. Richards, did that feel good?”

  “Oh…my…God…” I breathed.

  “I wanna try again!” cried out Taylor. He did and, once Joe gave him some guidance, he too made me squirt. They all did, time and again.

  It was strange because the squirts were like little mini orgasms. I could have them all night long and never get tired of it, though I was making quite a mess on the table. The tiny releases helped ease my tension from not having an orgasm, otherwise I would have been out of my mind with desire.

  “I think it’s time to put Ms. Richards out of her misery and to show you how to perform oral sex properly, don’t you, Ms. Richards?”

  “Oh, yes please, Pastor Randy!”

  Just like the night before, he tugged me down the table until my butt was right at the edge, but this time my juices spattered to the tile floor beneath me. The sound made me want more squirting but the thought of being out by him — and all these handsome boys — pushed that right out of my mind.

  The moment his lips touched my mound, lights sparked behind my eyelids. Everything was drowned out around me as he worked my throbbing clit, nibbling on my labia. I was nearing the edge when he pulled back and said, “Next!”

  A deep sigh escaped my lips and then I gasped as the next mouth — I had no idea which boy it was — consumed me. I lasted about three seconds before I started convulsing and thrashing around on the table. I felt hands restrain me as he continued to pull orgasm after orgasm from my overworked pussy.

  “Next!” And the onslaught continued. There was so little time between mouths that I was still riding the wave of the first orgasm, coming in their mouths repeatedly as they practiced their skills.

  While they waited their turn, they took liberties with my breasts,
pinching my nipples, cupping and squeezing them. It all just made me climax even harder.

  At one point the hot head of a cock tentatively touch my lips. I greedily sucked it into my mouth, lapping and gobbling it down as far as it would go. A male voice groaned from above but I didn’t bother looking to see who it was. I just needed to consume him as I was being consumed.

  Then Pastor Randy’s voice cut through everything. “Okay, I think we can move on.”

  The lips that were on me moved away as a final shudder ripped through my body. Then the cock I was sucking regretfully pulled out of my mouth, leaving me empty, exposed, exhausted. I lay there panting, unable to move.

  “It’s time for the grand finale, gentlemen. As you can see, this process can get messy, praise Jesus, so I would suggest removing all your clothes and setting them aside.”

  Wait! I want to know that Pastor Randy is the father of my baby! I needed to make sure none of the other guys fucked my pussy, so I mustered what little strength I had left and propped myself up on one elbow. “No.”

  Pastor Randy slowly turned his head to me. “What did you say?” His tone was deadly cold. Normally that would have frightened me, but today I had a plan. Today I could stand up for myself.

  “I said, no. God spoke to you, Pastor Randy, and I submit to his divine word. But He spoke to me also, you see.”

  He squinted at me, trying to figure me out. “Oh, He did, did He? And what, pray tell, did He say?”

  I looked him dead in the eye, something that had never been easy for me, and said, “He said only you get to fuck my pussy, Pastor Randy. The others can do whatever they like to the rest of me, but my pussy is only to be blessed by you.”

  I held my breath, wondering if he would buy it. He looked around the room at the guys and smiled. “Praise Jesus, the Lord has spoken!”

  The boys got quickly undressed while Pastor Randy took my place on the table and I straddled him, hands on either side of his head. My hair dangled in my face and he reached up to tuck it behind my ears.

  “You’re a miracle, Stacey,” he whispered, too quietly for anyone else to hear. “My miracle.” My heart swelled and I couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside me, to have him impregnate me.

  Reaching down between our bodies, I grabbed his shaft and guided him to my entrance. I sensed the guys crowded around the foot of the table, watching, but that didn’t slow me down. All I wanted was Pastor Randy’s seed — nothing else mattered.

  I rubbed the head around my dripping wet entrance, then got it into position and sank down on it, impaling myself on his flesh. We both cried out in joy and I heard shuffling behind us.

  Hands roamed my butt cheeks, my thighs, my back and tits. I kept my gaze locked with his, rocking my hips in a slow rhythm as the boys explored my body with their hands.

  It wasn’t long before a long, slender cock was displayed in front of my face. I glanced at it and looked back down to Pastor Randy. He gave me a wink and a nod, and I opened wide, taking every inch of the lovely beast.

  Pastor Randy was holding onto my hips, keeping me still as he took over the rhythm of our fucking. That was a good thing because it was hard for me to focus on moving my ass up and down when I had a dick in my mouth. And soon another was prodding at my asshole.

  He must have used my juice to lube himself because he slid into me quite easily, especially considering my other hole was crammed full of Pastor Randy. He slowed enough to allow the newcomer to find his own rhythm, and then began to match it.

  I hadn’t felt so full since I had the gangbang with the church elders! Every part of my body was on fire. Electricity was shooting through my core and out every pore. I was being driven to the brink even as they drove themselves into every orifice.

  Suddenly the cock in my mouth disappeared and all I could do was whimper in protest. I dared to open my eyes and saw Rob shoving Luke away from me to take his place. Luke looked pissed but I just wanted a dick in my mouth, I didn’t care whose it was.

  A movement off to the side caught my eye. Taylor and Andy were standing back from the table, their hands frantically jerking each other off. Their eyes never left what was happening before them, and their hands never left the other’s cock. I’d never seen anything like that before and I almost exploded from the sight.

  But Rob distracted me by forcing his thick cock into my mouth. I moaned in gratitude and sucked him down as far as he would go. He was growing more turgid in my mouth, and I thought he was about to come when he paused.

  When his whole body mashed into my face, I glanced up to see Luke behind Rob, his hands firmly grasping his hips as he slid his cock into Rob’s ass. The groan that came from Rob could only mean one thing: he liked it!

  Soon he started moving again, thrusting forward into my mouth and backward onto Luke’s dick. I could barely believe it was happening and never wanted it to end, even though I could sense a massive orgasm building within me.

  One by one, the soon-to-be grooms spurted where they stood. Taylor and Andy into each others’ hands, Luke into Rob’s ass and Rob into my mouth. Finally, Joe plunged deep into my ass one final time and unloaded into me.

  They moved away, leaving me to Pastor Randy, whose movements were coming faster and deeper than ever before. I fell into his glazed eyes and lost myself as the wave of ecstasy tumbled over me, sucking me into an eddy and spitting me back out.

  I sensed more than felt Pastor Randy tense beneath me and bury himself so deeply into me his sperm would have direct access to my waiting egg. My hips moved of their own accord and my inner walls pulsed, milking every drop of essence from his cock and holding it in.

  Between last night and tonight, I knew I would conceive. I knew in nine months time I would be holding Pastor Randy’s baby. We would be a family.

  I crumpled on top of his body, exhausted and exhilarated at what was happening inside my body. He stroked my head tucked into his shoulder and whispered in my ear. “You know why this happened, right?”

  I pulled back to look him in the eye, the corners of my mouth ticking upward. Putting on the most innocent expression I could muster, I nodded. “It’s God’s will.”

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