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Click herePastor Michael had a gentle touch -- at least to begin with. He made me direct him as to how the men had fondled my body and he quickly learned how bad men entice the nipples to harden, tweaking them between finger and thumb.
"You saw their arousal -- in their trousers -- that made you lustful -- it wasn't the devil -- it was your own wickedness, your own dirty desire for things sexual. You saw evidence of their erections -- did you notice that they were all aroused?"
I tearfully admitted that I had been compelled to gaze at a sight I had never before seen; yes, at all the men in turn. I had to admit also that I fully knew that my agreement to simulate a sex act on a banana would inflame them more. The pastor silenced my sobbing by sliding two fingers across my lips and almost subconsciously, out of habit, I let them into my mouth. I swear that my tongue was not my own and out of control when it began to lick and tease as my cheeks sucked in, relaxed and sucked again.
The pastor's spare hand kept busy with my nipples, pressing kneading then holding my breast before suddenly slipping inside my undergarment to touch my red tips and feel the bare flesh. He removed his fingers from my mouth and keeping his face near mine, still playing with my breasts he questioned me relentlessly making admit how it was not the devil within me but my own wantonness and depravity that allowed the men to abuse me. It was the abuse that I craved and took pleasure from he said -- and he would prove that to me.
He made me pray, still holding me he made me enter into an agreement with him that he would take responsibility for guiding me back to the right path and away from wickedness. I prayed and listened and repeated oaths when asked while he leaned close and, hidden from my view carried out movements with his hand that remained secret and private from me. Finished he seemed short of breath and perspired, hot under his collar. He would visit me again -- tomorrow.
- COMMENTS
maxwell1985almost 14 years agoanother gem Quin love the build up in the story. can't wait to read the rest
Anonymousabout 16 years agoReally loved that I hope their is going to be a follow up we need it.
Anonymousabout 16 years agosuch depraved sluts that give in thru no fault of their own but of the devils doing. And how often a church clergy becomes the one actually making them live out their fantasies of guilt and adandonment, when being submissive while being topped and abused mentally and sexually. Religion makes such good sluts out of really sexual women. Dont believe this, read all the way back to ancient literature how women in order to protect thier chasity for marriage took anal sex, since it wasnt sex and they remained virgins. Eliminate religion and most of the wars in history go away, as does modern terrorism, and much of the mental anguish people put themselves in for being weak or evil.
