by Faulk, Mercy
"Push," he whispered hoarsely. "Push like you're trying to go, that'll make it easier."
I did as he commanded, and felt myself stretching out farther than I thought possible. All the while my fingers worked at my clit, building the pressure inside of me. More grunting came from me as my breathing and fingers quickened.
Pop! I felt rather than heard when my tight hole accepted his entire head. "Ah!" we cried out in unison. I wanted to clamp down on him but did my best to stay relaxed.
"Oh, goodness, Stacey! Oh, God has blessed you! You tight fucking whore!"
I had grown to love the names Pastor Randy called me. I felt so dirty and sexy. They turned me on more than sweet endearments ever could. "Yes!" I cried. "Fuck this dirty whore, Pastor Randy! Fuck my tight asshole!"
A low growl from above me made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and then I felt him move. I'd never experienced such a feeling of fullness, of being stretched, of infinite delight. He slid in and out slowly at first, picking up speed the deeper he went. The faster he pumped his hard cock into my ass, the faster my fingers circled my clit. I could feel a monster orgasm building.
His fingers dug into my slender hips as he slammed himself into me, his balls pounding into my pussy rhythmically. His movements were becoming frenzied, as were mine, and the thought of him shooting a thick load of creamy cum into my ass sent me over the edge and into oblivion.
"Yes, Pastor Randy, YES!" I screamed as my entrance clamped down on his cock, spiraling me into an even greater climax at the same time he pumped his blessing deep inside me. With one final thrust, he buried himself and groaned in release. My muscles contracted around him, pulsing.
We both were panting and quivering when he finally pulled free and slumped onto the pew next to me. I collapsed onto my side, into his arms, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding freely against each other. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead sweetly.
"I think you're going to need a lot more soul-saving very soon, Miss Richards."
I looked up into his deep blue eyes and was lost. "Promise?"
5
"Oh, yes, Pastor Randy! Fuck me harder!" I was trying to keep my voice down but my pastor's hard cock was pounding into me so deliciously that I couldn't control myself.
It had been several weeks since Pastor Randy — he’d started out as the youth pastor an inherited the job of full pastor when old Reverend Stevens went to live in Heaven — had caught me masturbating in his office and meted out God's justice by taking my virginity. Apparently my soul needed further redemption because he announced that I needed additional punishment, which involved his taking my anal virginity.
Who knew I'd love to be punished so roughly and so frequently?
Since then, I'd sought out Pastor Randy's 'punishment' every couple of days, usually somewhere in the church.
Today, we were in his office. He was sitting in his chair and I was straddling him, my neatly trimmed pussy sliding up and down on his thick, hard shaft. Every time I slammed down on him, my clit rubbed against him, edging me closer to climax.
"God bless you, Stacey!" It seemed he couldn't control his volume either as I rode him toward glory. His hands found my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and helping me slam down harder on his cock, our thighs slapping loudly against each other.
I wanted desperately to kiss him but his mouth was busy suckling my nipples, switching back and forth between them. Each nip he gave shot bolts of electricity straight to my engorged clit. But it wasn't until one of his big smooth fingers found my tight entrance that the dam burst and sent me toppling into ecstasy.
"Ayyyiiiiii!" I screeched as I clenched onto his cock and finger so hard I thought I might cut them clean off.
He responded by pumping into me harder and faster until he too cried out in release. “Hallelujah!”
I collapsed onto Pastor Randy's chest trying to catch my breath, my damp forehead resting in the nook of his sweaty neck. His breathing was as labored as mine, and his heart was pounding just as hard.
"Pastor Randy, is everything okay in—“ Deacon James burst into the office and froze in his steps. I squealed and scrambled off Pastor Randy's lap, his glistening cock slipping out of me and springing to attention as I tried to hide my nakedness behind the desk. I peeked around the corner to see what the church elder would do. Pastor Randy leapt to his feet and pulled up his slacks, trying to button his oxford at the same time.
"Deacon, what are you—“ He broke off, not knowing what to say. There was no covering up what we'd been doing; words were useless.
Slowly and without taking his eyes off mine, Deacon James backed out of the office and quietly shut the door.
I breathed a sigh of relief laced with fear. "What do we do? My mom can't lose her job, Pastor Randy! That was the deal, remember?"
Pastor Randy had made it clear that if the deacons found out about my initial indiscretion or our ongoing 'punishment' sessions, my mom would immediately lose her job, which would be very bad for our family.
"Shit!" was all Pastor Randy would say. "Get dressed, Ms. Richards."
Fear coursed through my veins, making me shake and shiver. I'd done everything he'd asked of me — happily — and now this.
No doubt Deacon James was already talking with the other elders and drawing up the papers to fire Mom and Pastor Randy. Where would he go? I couldn't lose him now that I had him! This isn't fair! I cried out to God. I did what you wanted!
"Well, there's nothing to do but face the music," he said after I'd slipped my dress back over my head. Once again, I couldn't find my panties but it hardly mattered at this point.
I was terrified of what was about to happen, but a little confused, as well. Pastor Randy had convinced me that God had revealed my punishment to him, yet I always knew deep down that we weren't as sinless as I wanted to believe.
I tried to slip my small hand into his big one but he shook it off and turned to me. Grabbing my shoulders so hard it hurt a little, he looked deep into my eyes, searching them for something.
"How badly do you want your mom to keep her job?"
"Bad."
"And how badly do you want me to keep my job?"
"More than anything, Pastor Randy.
He nodded and settled his piercing gaze on me until I started to squirm. "Then follow my lead and don't question a thing once we go out there, understand?"
I nodded nervously, worried about what he had planned. But I trusted him and would do anything to make sure he stuck around.
He smoothed my hair down and brushed his hands down my arms, sending tingles of desire down them, despite the fear I was feeling. "Ready?"
I nodded again, this time more confidently. As long as we stuck together, I had no doubt Pastor Randy could get us out of this sticky situation.
6
Deacon James was at the center of a huddle made up of the church's deacons. They were the elders of the congregation, older men who were responsible for deciding what was best for the church.
I followed meekly behind Pastor Randy, who seemed unfazed by what Deacon James had just witnessed. He strode proudly toward the group, an air of power emanating from him.
"Deacon James, Deacon Tryon, Deacon Roberts," he said, nodding graciously to each in turn. "It's a pleasure to see you this afternoon. Why is Deacon Clayton not with you?"
The three men glanced at each other, no doubt confused by Pastor Randy's easy demeanor and unsure how to proceed. Finally Deacon Tryon answered: "He's ill today, Pastor Wade.”
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll be sure to call on him tomorrow. What brings you here today?"
"We merely came to have a short meeting with you and to make sure you were settling in comfortably,” said Deacon Roberts, clearing his throat pointedly. Looking directly at me, he added, "And it appears you have."
I blushed and sidled behind Pastor Randy. Having these righteous men looking at me made me very uncomfortable. I trained my eyes on my toes, peeking up only occasionally when I thoug
ht their attention was elsewhere.
Pastor Randy chuckled magnanimously, as if they were ignorant children who didn't understand the way of the world.
"Oh, you mean my testimony with Ms. Richards here?"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me around to stand next to him. He gave it a subtle but strong squeeze, reminding me that I was supposed to follow his lead. So I lifted my head, made eye contact with the deacons and tried not to blush.
Deacon James barked out a laugh. "Is that what you call it?"
A puzzled look flashed across Pastor Randy's face. "Why, of course, Deacon James. I'm doing my utmost to save this child's soul from the eternal flames of hell."
Again, Deacon James laughed. "By...fornicating with her?" he hissed.
The other two men looked scandalized by the statement, but Pastor Randy just smiled benevolently, as if explaining the obvious. "Exactly."
The deacons gasped in shock. I was torn in two by the shame I felt for what I'd done and how turned on I was by Pastor Randy's cum oozing from my inner folds. I tried not to squirm but that slick feeling was driving me wild with desire.
"Gentlemen, the Lord spoke to me. He showed me a vision of how I should purge the sin from Ms. Richards. I admit, I was tempted to turn away from his command, for I could not understand why he would ask such a thing of me."
He was working himself up into a fervor, just like he did every Sunday in front of the whole congregation. My own juices mingled with Pastor Randy's as my lust for him grew. I couldn't get enough of his passion, whether when he was preaching or when he was fucking me. I glanced up at the deacons, and I could see they weren’t entirely convinced but they were paying attention to his every word.
"I prayed and prayed about what he'd shown me. Had I interpreted my vision correctly? Was Satan trying to trick me? I did everything I could to convince myself I was wrong about what he'd commanded."
His voice growing louder and deeper at the same time. A shiver of goosebumps pebbled my skin, and I noticed that the deacons were wide eyed with anticipation.
"But I could deny it no more! God had handed down a holy edict which I must follow. Would any of you have turned away from a direct commandment from our Heavenly Father? Would you have allowed this child to suffer eternal damnation because you were too frightened to do God’s will? Would you?!"
He was shouting and pointing at the deacons, accusing them of being unfaithful servants of the Lord. They all shook their heads and dropped their gazes in shame at being such terrible Christians. Pastor James was even shaking slightly.
"Gentlemen, do not despair. For the Lord spoke to me a short time ago. He warned that you would disbelieve and that your faith would be tested. He also showed me how you could prove your worthiness to Him.”
All three deacons looked up, hope gleaming in their eyes. They believed him! We might get out of this after all, but in all likelihood, they'd go home tonight — away from Pastor Randy's magnetic personality — think on it some more, and realize he was a divine bullshit artist. I looked at him with a newfound understanding. I was completely clueless how he would sway them permanently, but if anyone could do it, it was him. My nipples tightened in anticipation.
"How? How, Pastor Randy?" Deacon Roberts was chomping at the bit to prove himself.
"You must each assist me in purifying this young sinner."
What?! My head spun around and he met my wide-eyed gaze and silently communicated his plan. Of course! Perhaps if I let them 'purify' me, they wouldn't tell. Tit for tat, and all that.
“Pastor Wade, no!”
“Never!”
“Blasphemy!”
The deacons pulled back, appalled at the suggestion they ‘cleanse’ me. I thought their reaction was kind of rude — I wasn’t good enough for them or something?
“Brethren, Ms. Richards, let us join in prayer.” He clasped my hand tightly, pushing it a little to get me to grab Deacon Roberts hand, who in turn, clutched at Deacon Tryon and he Deacon James, who completely the little circle by grasping Pastor Randy’s free hand.
“Dear Jesus,” he started, his voice warbling in supplication. “You have shown me the light and the way to free this young woman from her shackles of sin. I know I doubted you at first, but you showed me that Satan can be very persuasive. You showed me that only love will save us! You showed me that grace could only be obtained by doing what was right, even if it frightened us!”
His blood was rising, I could tell because his hand had become overheated. Next to me, Deacon Roberts was breathing harder so I peeked open my eyes to appraise these men who might soon be fucking me. They were older men but not super old. The one who wasn’t here — Deacon Clayton — was the only feeble elder of the church, and I felt guilty for being glad he was sick.
Deacon Roberts was of medium height, still had a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and was built like an ex-football player. Sort of thick but not fat. I’d never paid attention to what color his eyes were, and they were now closed tightly in prayer, but his face was nice. A little chest hair peeked out of his button-down shirt, and the hand holding mine gently was a great big paw.
Deacon Tryon was tall — 6’3” at least — and very lean. He had long, thin fingers that made me wonder if they represented another part of his body. He had a thin face with lots of angles, and while I was checking him out, his long tongue wetted his full lips. Oh God, I thought as a shiver went up my spine.
Last in line was Deacon James. He was the quiet leader of the group of elders. He let the older, sick deacon think he was in charge, but everyone knew who pulled the strings. I remembered that he owned a very successful construction business in town and was known for his good deeds within the community. He was the most upstanding man in our congregation and I knew he’d be the hardest sell.
But while I was checking out his tightly built working-man’s body, wondering what kind of pleasure he could give me, he opened his slate gray eyes and leveled a look at me that would melt ice. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. The corner of his mouth ticked up slightly and I knew this was going to happen. A thrill went through me. A shot of fear followed as he bared his teeth, like a hungry animal. Uh oh!
I quickly dropped my eyes, a flush rising up my cheeks and blood rushing south. The idea of what Pastor Randy was proposing was exciting and terrifying at the same time. He’d broken in every orifice of my body — more than once — but what would it feel like to have them all filled at the same time? Honestly, I couldn’t wait to find out.
I tried not to fidget with impatience as Pastor Randy finished his inspiring prayer. “So I pray to thee, Lord, to cast your will into the hearts of these good men, so that we might save this repentant sinner in our midst! Amen.”
With a squeeze, he dropped my hand and looked around to the men in the circle. “So, brothers, has the Lord shown you the way?”
One by one, they each turned their eyes toward me. I dropped my head to show how repentant I was, but peeked up at them from under my eyelashes, hoping to communicate how much I wanted them to save my soul. It apparently had the desired effect because each nodded slowly, the fronts of their trousers tenting in response.
“Praise Jesus,” whispered Deacon Tryon, that tongue flicking out again to wet his lips. My nipples grew taut at the sight and it was all I could do to stop myself from lunging at him
“As you know, brothers, I have already administered a holy sacrament unto Ms. Richards today,” Pastor Randy said. “Therefore, I will step aside, and bear witness to her redemption at your righteous hands.”
He silently moved away from us, leaving the four deacons leering down at me like a piece of meat. I almost came from the intensity of their looks!
“Excuse us for a moment, Miss Richards.” Deacon James led the other two away and huddled together for a moment, bowing their heads in prayers. “Dear Lord, please show us the best way to serve this young sinner…” I tried to listen in but couldn’t hear the rest of their prayer.
I glanced a
round for Pastor Randy and finally spotted him fiddling around at the podium. He looked up at me and gave me a wink, filling my heart with affection. I smiled back, putting on a brave face, even though I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.
Finally, the three men muttered, “Amen,” and looked up at me. Deacon James was absentmindedly rubbing his bulging crotch, eying me up and down. Deacon Roberts stepped forward and spoke.
“Miss Richards — Stacey — we’re concerned that you might be nervous about the punishment Our Great Heavenly Father has ordained we deliver. Pastor Randy is performing a baptism at tonight’s service so I came in early this morning to heat the baptism tub. We’ve agreed that perhaps it would be a good idea for you to relax in the tub before we continue.”
I was baptized in that tub when I was 12 and had seen many of our congregation dunked into its waters. It stood a good four feet off the floor and was curtained off unless there was a baptism that day.
“Yes, sir,” I said meekly. Relaxing in a hot tub sounded like a good way to ease the tension I was feeling. I was excited at the prospect of this, there was no denying it, but I was also scared as hell…I mean, heck.
We all moved over to the tub, the men sort of shuffling around, unsure what to do. I caught Pastor Randy’s eye and he nodded for me to take the lead. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I reached down and pulled my dress over my head, my pert breasts bouncing free. Cool air hit my damp pussy, making me shiver, which made my nipples stand at attention.
I heard two of the deacons gasp and Deacon Tryon groaned at the sight. They were under my spell so I gave them a little show by stretching my arms full over my head and running my hands down my body, slipping a finger between my pussy lips.
“Mmm, a hot tub will feel so nice,” I moaned. “Couldn’t you kind men join me? Maybe you could baptize me…”