Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  "Then please, understand that I should hear the problem from Mary if she's to work through it. Mary, what is the problem?"

  Mary looked up for a moment to meet my eyes, then looked down immediately. "I've been hanging out with boys," she said. Her voice, soft right now, was angelic. It was like water rushing through my ears, intoxicating and innocent. I had missed that voice from the church choir.

  "It's not just that, Mary! Tell him. Tell him about who your new friends are. Tell him about what you've been doing with boys!" Nick snapped at her.

  "Please, Nick," I interrupted, placing my hand on Nick's shoulder. "You understand that your presence here is just a hindrance at this point. If you truly want Mary to solve her problems, I can't have you here interrupting her and making her feel ashamed. Please, leave her here at the church for a few hours. Go home, enjoy your Saturday evening. I will call you when she's ready for the four of us to talk."

  Nick looked like he was about to argue, but then he softened. "Of course, Pastor. I appreciate all your help. We'll be waiting for your call." He turned to Mary. "You, be good and do what the Pastor says."

  "Yes, sir," came Mary's response, quick but in a soft voice.

  I watched as Nick and Yvonne walked out the door. Their car drove out of the church parking lot, back towards home.

  "Thank you," Mary said, still not looking up at me.

  "You're welcome. Your father, while well meaning, was not being helpful at all." She had no answer, so I continued. "Let's take this into my study. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

  She shook her head no.

  "Do you like Chinese food?" She looked up at me and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. I'll take care of the order, you just go have a seat in my room. It's in the main hall, the last door on the left."

  She smiled and left towards the main hall. I watched her ass as she left, clearly seeing the outline of her lacy panties through the thin fabric. I remembered my experience with Eve, and I felt like tonight was also going to be a night I'd never forget.

  *****

  When I got to my study, she had taken a seat on the white couch I had in there. Her legs were crossed with her hands on top of them, and she looked very proper, very sweet. Still, I couldn't help but notice her tits pushing against the fabric of her dress.

  "The order's in, it should be here in just a few minutes," I said as I crossed over to a cabinet. I pulled out two glasses. "Unfortunately, I don't have white wine, only red. Is that okay?"

  She blushed and didn't answer. "Look, I know your father's mad about something. Does it have to do with alcohol?" She slowly nodded her head. I continued, "You're allowed to take communion on Sunday, aren't you? A glass of wine with dinner is not going to make your father mad." I didn't wait for an answer, simply pouring two glasses of red wine from the bottle, setting one on the table next to her.

  She smiled, reached for the glass and took a sip. "Thank you," she said. She took another drink immediately, this one longer. I smiled.

  "Now, why don't we start talking about why your father brought you here?" I asked. She looked down again, looking nervous. "I know you're shy, but the Lord judges us all equally, and we're all sinners in God's eyes. Believe me, nothing you could tell me would surprise me. I've heard it all and I believe your sin is a small one and that your father is overreacting."

  Her eyes lit up as she lifted them to meet mine. Those were the right words, I thought. "That's an understatement," she said, taking another drink of wine. Her glass was already half empty.

  "Please, can you tell me what happened?" I asked again.

  She smiled at me, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Last night, I made out with a boy in his car. A policeman caught me and took me home. He told my dad that he thought I had been drinking and that my dad should keep a better eye on me. My dad has been going ballistic ever since then."

  She paused, and I asked. "Well? Had you been drinking?"

  Her eyes hit the ground again. "We were sharing one beer." She shifted nervously. I think she's lying, I thought.

  "Has this ever happened before?" I asked.

  "No, never." Another shift in her seat, another lie.

  "Hmm. You know, I can't help you defuse your father if you're not completely honest with me," I said. Her eyes shot up, and she looked angry for a moment. In my head, I could already hear her voice say I am telling the truth! As soon as she opened her mouth, she closed it. Just then, I heard the doorbell go off. "Well, that's our dinner. Think about what you'd like to talk about when I come back."

  I walked out the door. As I looked back, she downed the rest of her glass of wine. I still had no idea how this would go, but she was beginning to open up to me, and that was a small victory in itself.

  *****

  I paid for the order, then went back to my study. When I came back, I saw her looking at the bottle of wine on the table, as if unsure whether she could pour herself some more. I put the food on the table, then grabbed the bottle of wine. I filled her glass back up.

  "Thank you," she said softly, taking a drink immediately. I put some rice and some orange chicken on a plate for her. I hoped she was hungry. I ate very little the older I got and I always ended up with leftovers. She began to eat, and I sat next to her with my plate of food, waiting for her to talk.

  "You're right, Father. I haven't been entirely truthful," she said. She took a deep breath, then downed the rest of her glass of wine. "This wasn't the first time I had kissed a boy."

  I sat and said nothing, waiting for her to continue. "My daddy was right. I have been hanging out with a new set of friends. They're really fun to be around, and they care for each other deeply." She paused to get another bite of food, then another. She must be ravenous, I thought. Of course, that meant she had drank two glasses of wine on an empty stomach.

  Finally, she grabbed her wine glass, as if she had forgotten it was empty, and went to drink. When she noticed it was empty, she set it back down. I didn't wait for her to ask, I just got up and filled it again. She smiled at me, a much more open smile than she had given before, and took another sip.

  "So, like I was saying, we started to hang out a few weeks ago. These girls do everything together, and sometimes they sin." Her eyes looked down again. "Can I tell you a secret?"

  "Anything, my child," I responded quickly.

  She took another deep breath. "Sometimes they sin together. They have stories about when they shared a boy between the two of them. Sometimes the boys ask them to do things to each other, and they do it."

  I was getting hard just thinking about these high school girls giving threesomes to lucky guys. I knew it was an affront to God, that Sodom and Gomorrah had happened for a reason, but it was hard not to think about. "And you? Have you 'shared a boy'?"

  Her eyes shot open. "No! No." She paused, and I knew that wasn't the whole story. She looked at me, probably figuring that I could tell she was lying again. "I did kiss a girl once for Truth or Dare, but it was only to make a boy happy. I would never go all the way with a girl. I've never even gone all the way with a guy. I'm saving myself for marriage."

  The image of this young beauty locking lips with another girl was hot, no doubt. "It's good that you're saving your greatest gift for your future husband," I said.

  She took another drink of wine. She set it down, and she relaxed into the couch more. She was no longer the prim and proper Mary, as she slouched against the couch to get comfortable. She was certainly tipsy by now. She seemed to shift uncomfortably. "It's really hot in here," she complained.

  "An old man like me needs it to be warmer. Less meat on my bones," I joked. She giggled a girlish giggle, and I could feel my cock rising more. "That dress looks pretty warm. You could change out of it," I said.

  She smiled at me. "I didn't bring any other clothes, Father!"

  I shrugged. "It's just the two of us here. You could just take off the dress."

  She giggled again. "Are you sure? What if my dad sees?" she said while laughing. S
he was already playing with the bottom of her dress, as if trying to decide what to do.

  I laughed, a hearty laugh. It seemed to put her even more at ease. "My child, you can simply put it back on before he gets back! No one will ever know but us!"

  She laughed, harder than she should have since it wasn't a joke. "Okay," she said, then stood up. My eyes drank in the sight of her lifting the dress up, over her panties, her belly, past her tits, and over her head. While she was still getting the dress off her head, I had a great view of her body from where I sat on the couch. The lacy, fullback panties looked tantalizing. Her bra was large, made for function rather than to be pretty. Her tits were probably a D-cup, and the wire underbra pushed them up nicely. The straps dug into her shoulders, supporting their heavy weight. I could tell why she was popular with the boys.

  I managed to avert my eyes before the dress was all the way over her head. She threw the dress in a crumpled ball on the floor. How untidy, I thought. She flopped back down on the couch, her ladylike demeanor gone, and drank the rest of the glass of wine. She got up immediately, walking to the table. She grabbed the wine bottle and began to pour herself some more. About a third of a glass in, the wine bottle was empty.

  "Oh no!" she cried. "I drank all your wine!"

  I laughed again, and she smiled. "Don't worry, I can always get more. Eat some more food, and we'll keep talking."

  "Okay, Father. You know, you're really easy to talk to. Thanks!"

  "Anything for you, my child," I said as I left the room.

  *****

  As I walked to the wine cellar, I stopped in my office. I dialed Nick's number.

  He picked up on the first ring. "Are you ready for us to come back?" he asked, not even saying Hello first.

  "Actually, no. I've got her doing some work as penance for her sins. We've made a lot of headway, though, and I think we'll be ready for our meeting in the morning," I said.

  "In the morning? Where's she going to sleep?" he asked.

  "I have a couch in my study. I have her cleaning the main hall now, so I think she'll be exhausted enough to sleep anywhere," I said.

  There was a pause on the other end of the line. I was hoping that he wouldn't refuse. "Of course, Pastor Luke. We'll be there for morning service, as usual. Thank you so much for doing this for us."

  "Oh, it's no trouble, no trouble at all," I said. We said our goodbyes and I grabbed the bottle of wine, then headed back to my study.

  There was Mary, a big grin on her face as she saw the new bottle of wine. She was laying on the couch, her head was on the arm of the couch, and she was using one of the pillows already. I looked as her tits in her bra rose up like mountains from her body as she breathed softly. I didn't even bother trying to force my erection to go away at that sight.

  The last glass she had poured was gone, so I poured her one last glass. She smiled as I set it down next to her, taking a sloppy drink of it. Then she leaned back and yawned. I looked like I was going to sit on the couch, so she moved her bare feet off the couch. When I sat down, she put them on top of me, and I about lost it right there.

  "So, tell me the rest of the story. How did you get from my lovely choir girl to getting caught with a boy in a car?"

  She smiled. As she spoke, she slurred her words a little bit. "So one night, after we had been drinking with some boys, somebody suggested we play Seven Minutes in Heaven. I made out with a boy that I had just met in the closet for seven minutes, and he did things to me. Wonderful things..." she trailed off. She had apparently forgot who she was talking to.

  She continued. "He took off my shirt and bra and kissed my nipples. It felt amazing. He even tried to take off my pants, but I stopped him. He rubbed me through my jeans, though..." She trailed off again, and her hand started to creep towards her panties. I watched as she touched herself, lightly rubbing at her clit over her underwear. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip.

  I waited for a few moments, watching this little girl play with herself in front of me. Finally I spoke up. "And then what?"

  She snapped out of it, stopped rubbing herself. "And then I wanted more. I knew I didn't want to have sex until marriage, but I wanted all of it. I kissed boys any time I could. I rubbed my boobs in their faces. I sucked on their penises. The boys all called me a tease because I didn't go all the way, but I would never." She looked right at me. "I would never go all the way, Pastor Luke. Because I'm saving myself for marriage."

  I smiled. "I know you are, sweetheart."

  She smiled back, then took another sip of her wine. She yawned again. "It sure is warm and comfy in this room, Pastor Luke."

  "I know it is, child."

  "Can you wake me up when my Daddy gets here? I gotta put my dress back on," she asked. Her words were slurring badly now.

  "Of course."

  "Okay thanks," she said, then closed her eyes. I took the mostly full glass of wine from her hand before she could spill it all over the place, and she moved her hand to her tit. Her other hand went to her clit again, slowly rubbing herself. She got slower, and slower, and finally she stopped rubbing altogether.

  I watched for a few minutes. Her breathing stayed constant, rising and falling beautifully. I wanted to make sure she was asleep, and got my confirmation when she began to snore softly. I grabbed her feet in both hands and squeezed gently, wanting to make sure she was truly asleep. No reaction.

  I smiled and stood up. I stood next to her admiring her beauty. I had wanted her for hours now, and now I would finally have her. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. A soft moan escaped her lips, but she didn't kiss back. Her fingers, however, did start lightly touching herself again.

  I smiled and removed all of my clothing quickly. She was past the point of remembering, so if she did wake up, she wouldn't remember this anyway. My cock was at its full length, hard as a twenty year old's. I was glad that I hadn't had any need for an erectile dysfunction medication, even though my dick hardly got any use.

  I looked at those teenage tits, still rising and falling with each breath. I had to see them. I slipped my fingers under the bottom of her bra and lifted up. I pulled it up towards her shoulders, and as her tits were released, she smiled. I kept the bra bunched up around her neck and shoulders.

  My mouth practically watered. Her boobs were as big as they had looked in the dress and bra. Her nipples were puffy and light pink. Her hand fell back to the bottom of her breast, rubbing it lightly.

  I wouldn't rub so lightly. I grabbed one in each hand, pushing them together and jiggling them around. They felt amazing, and immediately her nipples began to harden. I buried my face in them, licking her nipples. I heard her moan softly and move her hand to the back of my head, lightly resting it on my hair. Nothing was going to stop me at this point, as I lightly bit the tip of each nipple, savoring her taste.

  I kissed my way downward, surprised at how muscular her abs were. She must be doing something like cheerleading to have a set of abs this fit, I thought. The thought of her prancing around in a little cheerleader outfit just spurred me on more, to the top of her underwear.

  I kissed all around the outside of her underwear, from one hip bone to the other, then down a leg. She writhed a little underneath me, as if her body were anticipating the touches she were about to get. I would start over her clothes like she had made all boys do, but I knew I wasn't going to stop there.

  My mouth went to her opening, and my tongue licked at her panties. I could tell she was wet already, probably from talking about all her sexual experiences with other boys. She started writhing again immediately, her finger lightly touching her clit. I moved her finger and began to lick there myself. I heard her moan as she began to wiggle under me. I grabbed her legs and moved in closer, eating her pussy up.

  It wasn't long before I looped my fingers through the sides of those lacy panties and pulled down. They worked off her hips, moving down her legs. I kissed her legs as they went down to her knees. She brought her feet closer together, and I
looked at her face. Still asleep. I couldn't decide if her body was trying to make it easier for me to get her panties all the way off, or if she were closing her legs to protect her delicate flower. I didn't care.

  I carefully worked her panties the rest of the way off and carefully set them next to the couch. Then, I opened her legs back up. She gave me no resistance, exposing herself to me immediately.

  Her slick pussy opened up immediately, showing just how wet she had become. It smelled delicious, and I just had to have a taste. Besides, she would need to be as wet as possible if she really was still a virgin.

  I grabbed her legs in my hands and began to lick at that clit. Her mouth shot open as if her own body couldn't believe the pleasure that was coursing through it. I moved down to her entrance, licking at this virgin pussy. I lubricated her up with my spit, then licked it up, and spit it back onto her. Her own juices began to flow from inside her pussy, making her even more wet.

  I decided to test her out. I spit on my finger and began to massage her opening, doing little rings around it. Then, I began to push it in. Her face turned into a grimace and she clenched down. I pushed a little deeper, and came up against some resistance. Her hymen.

  This was the real deal. The Virgin Mary, right in front of me. She would need as much lubrication as she could get if she were going to take all of me. I looked at her mouth and smiled.

  She said that she liked sucking on penises, I thought. I grabbed her legs and pushed them together, then turned them to the side. The rest of her body followed, and she snuggled more into the pillow as she faced away from the couch. I walked to the where her head lay, and stuck my finger in her mouth. She began to suck on it, suck on the juices that had come from inside of her. I used that finger to open her mouth further, and then I grabbed her chin.

  As I worked my cock into her mouth, she closed her mouth around me. I moaned as her tongue began to lick me. I put my hand on the back of her head and began to thrust, and she kept licking at me. I heard her begin to moan softly, that angelic voice turning me on even more. I pulled my dick from her mouth, and a long trail of drool reached from the edge of her lips to the head of my cock. It was so hot that I plunged right back into her mouth, still fucking her mouth as she moaned.