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, they 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
T hat 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
“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, they 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
T hat 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
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