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The Preacher

By: Slickman



Note from Slickman: I hope everyone enjoys this little story about a Preacher gone bad. Never happens? Sure.  Take care.

Ann and Tom moved into the small suburb of Plainsfield happy to be away from the rat race of the big city. Tom’s new job allowed him to work out of the home most of the time with periodic trips to the main office in New York City. Their twin children, Tommy and Celeste were both in their late teens and were finding it tough to move while in their high school years. Luckily, their Preacher at the church in their last town referred them to his brother who was a Preacher in Plainsfield because they would at least know somebody. 

Ann and Tom were in our mid-forties and have always been pretty happy together. Like most couples their sex life had dwindled somewhat but, when they did have time to spend in the bedroom they enjoyed it to the max. Ann was a virgin on her honeymoon night and had never been involved with anyone except for Tom. Whereas Tom was engaged to another woman and had lived with her for almost a year before they realized it wasn’t working. 

The moving van was pulling out of the driveway and Ann was standing in the garage looking for a box of towels when a young man walked up to her.

“Ann Shatner?” The man asked. 

“Yes.” Ann answered wondering who knew her name in the new town.

“Hi. I’m Brother Jim Northrup. My brother Jack said you would be arriving today.”

“Oh Hello. Brother Jack did mention your name to us.” Ann said holding out her hand for him to shake. But, instead of shaking her hand the preacher moved his arms around her back and pulled her to him. 

Ann was shocked at first to be hugging a preacher like this but; she thought maybe they are more affectionate in the smaller towns. She didn’t miss his handsome face and muscular body as he held her tight against him. 

Ann broke the hug and pushed back somewhat embarrassed to be in close personal contact with someone she had just met. And, a man of Faith at that. She noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.

“So, will we be meeting your wife, Jean?” Ann asked remembering the preacher’s wife’s name. 

“Oh sure. She was busy today and I wanted to welcome you and let you know I was here and available in case you need something.” His baby blue eyes were melting her resistance and his smile was making her heart flutter. 

“Hello!” Tom said as he came out of the house to see Ann standing with a younger good looking man. 

“Tom, this is Jim Northrup. I mean Brother Jim Northrup. Brother Jack’s brother.” 

“Hello Tom.” Jim said shaking his hand. Tom could felt the strength in his handshake.

“I just wanted to meet you and Ann and to offer my help if you need anything.” Jim said.

“Well, thank you. Actually, I would like for you to meet our children. Tommy and Celeste. They are our 18-year old twins who are kind of upset they had to move during their senior year in high school.”

Tom and Jim moved into the house and up the stairs to meet the twins. Tommy was sitting on his bed listening to his headphones and Celeste was unpacking her clothing boxes. Tom introduced Jim to the twins and walked back downstairs to see if Ann needed him.

Jim introduced himself to Tommy who did not seem too happy to talk to him. Celeste was a lot friendlier. 

“So, I guess you had to leave a boyfriend behind somewhere.” Jim said.

“Well, actually we had just broken up before we moved.” Celeste said. She, like Ann, was taken away by his handsome appearance. She guessed he was in his late twenties. “So, I guess you can say I’m a free girl.” 

“I don’t think the word girl does you justice.” Jim said looking up and down her young and sexy body. 

“Why thank you Brother Jim.” She said with a blush. 

“Please call me Jim.” He said looking down at her tan thighs moving up under her loose nylon shorts. 

Celeste had seen many teenage boys give her the same look Brother Jim was now giving her. She was somewhat afraid but, at the same time excited that an older man was coming onto her. She knew he was married and was also a preacher so she figured his flirting was harmless. She thought she would play the game as well.

Jim watched as Celeste moved over to a box and pulled out some skimpy underwear. “I hope you don’t mind if I continue to unpack.” She held up her new pair of silky pink thongs before she folded them and put them in the top draw. 

“I don’t mind at all.” Jim smiled. “I may learn more about what beautiful women wear now-a-days.” 

“Brother Jim.” Celeste said acting surprised. “I didn’t think a preacher thought about those kinds of things.” She held up the matching demi-bra and placed it next to the thongs. 

“We are men you know. Not machines. It’s OK to appreciate women. You have heard about Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.” He joked.

“I don’t think Eve was wearing anything like these.” Celeste said holding up a pair of pink bikini panties. She glanced down to see a bulge in his black slacks. She was getting to him and it was a lot of fun. 

“Maybe if she was wearing those Adam wouldn’t have taken the apple.” Jim said as she bent forward to reach into the box. The nylon shorts moved up her ass checks until her pink round flesh poked out at him. He could see most of the bottom of her ass and couldn’t see any panties. 

“What’s everyone doing?” Ann asked as she walked into Celeste’s room. 

“Just getting acquainted.” Brother Jim said not bothering to hide the tent in his slacks.

“Good. I think you’ve helped us already. Right Celeste?” Ann asked. 

“Definitely.” Celeste said winking at her mother. 

Tom came upstairs to join the party and the party soon dispersed. Brother Jim left them all unpacking and said he would see them on Sunday. 

The rest of the week was uneventful. Tom noticed both Ann and Celeste took a lot of time getting dressed for Church services and also were wearing short skirts which was different than what they normally wore to church. He thought about saying something but they would probably just say he was being old fashioned. 

Brother Jim and his wife Jean were welcoming visitors as the family walked up to the main door of the church. 

“Well good morning to the Shatners.” Brother Jim said as he held out his hand to shake Tom’s. He only nodded his greetings at Ann, Celeste and Tommy. “This is my wife, Jean.” He announced. 

“Hello.” She said. Tom noticed she was very petite but also very beautiful. Her blonde hair was cut short and her dress completely covered her body from her neck down to her ankles. She looked like a real-life Barbie. They all shook hands and the Shiner’s entered the church. 

The church services went as expected for the Shatner Family and Ann could see Brother Jim glance her way a few times while he gave his sermon. Celeste also saw him looking their way and thought he was looking at her. Both Ann and Celeste smiled back at the preacher. 

Brother Jim was cordial with everyone afterwards and asked Ann if she was interested in joining the choir. He had noticed she sang out loudly during some of the songs. 

“I’m not a good singer.” Ann said blushing. 

“Sure you are, Mother.” Celeste said. “You were in the choir at our last church.” 

“Well, I guess I could give it a try.” Ann said looking at Tom to see if he objected. 

“Go for it.” Tom said. “I’ll be busy with my job anyway.” 

“Good. I’ll see you here Tuesday evening at 7:00PM.”

Ann was a little nervous after dinner on Tuesday. She knew he was a preacher but the way he looked at her made her skin tingle. She figured she was probably imagining things as she picked out her clothing after the shower. She didn’t think about it as she selected her black lace bikini panties and matching bra. Although it was supposed to be casual she selected a short denim skirt and a tight blouse. 

As her car pulled into the large parking lot next to the church she could only see one light on near the back of the office wing attached to the main building. Ann tried the front door and it was locked. She walked around the outside of the building until she found a door near the back. She tried the door and it opened. 

“Hello!” She shouted while sticking her face through the doorway. 

“Back here!” Brother Jim’s voice came from a room at the back of the long hallway. 

Ann cautiously walked towards the back room through the cool and dark hallway. She made it to the lit doorway and peaked inside. Brother Jim was sitting alone at a small desk. “Am I too early?” She asked. 

“Oh no. You are right on time. I thought it would be better if I go over the songs with you before we have our regular choir practice on Thursday evening.” Brother Jim said while standing to take her hand and guide her into the room. 

Normally Ann would be nervous being alone with a man like this but she kept telling herself he was a preacher and had a beautiful wife at home.

“You don’t mind being here alone with me do you?” He asked.

“Of course not.” She laughed. “If I can’t trust you who can I trust?” 

“True.” He laughed along with her.

“Why don’t you sit over here and I’ll get the song book?” He asked. 

Ann sat on the small bench and made a point to pull her skirt down to her knees. She watched him as he leaned over a bookcase to pick up a blue book. 

“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He asked as he walked back near her. 

“That would be OK.” She said thinking about how they both were making it clear they were only here for choir practice reasons. 

Brother Jim moved next to her and because the bench was so small his hip and thigh pushed against hers. Ann thought about moving over but didn’t want to show any concern for his closeness. 

“I’m sure you have already sung most of these songs.” He said holding the book open in front of her. His arm brushed against her own. Ann looked at the index he was holding up in front of her body. 

“Yes. Most of them are ones we sang at your brother’s church.” She said. “This one is my favorite.” Her arm moved up to point at the song which moved her chest into his arm. Her breast softly pushed against his bicep. Neither of them moved away.

Ann’s heart was beating rapidly as she pointed to two other songs she enjoyed singing. She had never been this close to another man before and felt some sweat forming on her forehead. 

“Would you like to sing one with me?” He asked. 

“I guess so.” She said nervously. She lowered her arm and turned her body until her breast moved away from his arm. 

“You pick.” Brother Jim said handing her the song book.

“This one.” Ann said taking the book in one hand and pointing with the other. 

Ann was shy starting so Brother Jim started the song. He did most of the singing and Ann’s voice was low. 

“Don’t be shy.” He laughed. “Remember to sing from your diaphragm.” His hand moved over to rest just under her full mounds. He heard and felt her sharp intake of breath as his hand pushed on her upper stomach. He had to look at the book to prevent staring at her hard nipples pushing small indentations out her silky blouse. Her breasts were so much bigger than his own wife’s. 

“Go ahead let it out.” He said while keeping his fingers frozen on her front. Ann was having trouble breathing. His touch was making her light headed. She stopped singing when his thumb moved upward and pushed against the bottom of her breast. 

“Keep going.” He said. 

Ann felt his thumb moving as she finished the first verse. At first it might have been an accident but now his thumb was making small circles higher and higher up her soft mound. Both of them continued to sing the song and pretend he was not touching her breast. His thumb had worked its way to within an inch of her hard nipple. 

As they finished the second verse the tip of his thumb brushed against her hard bud. Her voice got higher as his finger moved up to team with his thumb. Her rigid nipple was gently squeezed by his thumb and finger. Ann stopped singing and closed her eyes as he caressed her openly in his office. Suddenly the phone rang and both of them jumped up from the bench. 

“Oh!” Ann cried out as she stood straightening her clothing. 

Brother Jim quickly answered the phone facing away from Ann. “Hello? Yes. I’ll be home shortly. I have some more paperwork honey. What? I guess I can stop and pick up some things. OK. I’ll be home shortly.” He turned to talk to Ann and noticed she was missing. 

Ann heard him talking to his wife and had to leave. Not only was she allowing another man to touch her breast he was a preacher and she was in the church building. She almost ran to her car and sped back to her house. She sat in the car in the garage until she calmed down enough to enter the house. “Oh God. What have I done?” She asked herself as she lay in bed that night. 

“So how was choir practice?” Tom asked Ann the next morning at the breakfast table. 

“Same songs. Nothing new.” She answered trying to sound bored. She had little sleep thinking about how wickedly wrong it was. She wondered how she could even face him again.

Ann had a lot of work around the house and kept busy so she wouldn’t have time to think about his touch on her nipple. As much as she tried to not think about it the more she did. 

Tom was in the garage when the phone rang. “Hello?” She said answering the phone.

“Ann? It’s Jim.” He said softly. “I need to talk to you.” 

“I don’t know if I can right now.” She whispered while looking at the garage door. 

“I think we need to talk as soon as possible.” He said.

“I guess I could get away for a little while.” She said feeling her body tingling just from hearing his voice. 

“Great. No one is in the church office right now. When can you make it?”

“I guess I can come right now.” She said thinking if she waited until later she would chicken out. 

“OK. I’ll be here.” He said hanging up the phone. 

Ann moved quickly upstairs and changed her clothing. She didn’t have time to take a shower but did spray on some perfume. She again picked out some sexy underwear but kept on her jeans. She wore the same silky blouse she had worn the other night. 

“I’ll be back soon. I have to drop off my song book and pick up another one.” She said to Tom who was placing his tools on the pegboard. 

“OK. Take your time. You’ve been working too hard today.” He said.

Ann didn’t remember how she had gotten to the church parking lot as she pulled into a parking space closer to the small door. She took a deep breath and walked quickly to the doorway. She glanced around to make sure no one else saw her. 

Ann didn’t bother yelling as she opened the door and closed it. She reached down and turned the lock. She didn’t think anything was going to happen but if it did she didn’t want anyone else to walk in on them.

As she walked up the hallway Brother Jim suddenly moved out in front of her. “Ann.” He said with a smile. “Please come in.”

Ann moved by him and sat down again on the small bench in front of his desk. 

“I’ve not been able to rest after what happened the other night.” He said as he stood by his desk. “I’m so sorry that I can’t express it in words. I have prayed to God for his forgiveness and now yours.”

Ann was not expecting his overly sign of remorse. “I guess things happen sometime that are hard to explain.” She said trying to make him feel better. “I don’t’ feel bad about what happened.” Came out of her mouth before she realized what she had said. 


Brother Jim looked at her and smiled. “You don’t feel bad?” 

“I know it was wrong but, it was so exciting.” She said looking down at the floor. 

Brother Jim moved slowly until he was again sitting next to her on the bench. “I feel the same way.” His arm moved around her shoulder and pulled her to him. Her head rested against his shoulder. “I was afraid you would say something to your husband.” 


Ann let him take her hand in his. Neither of them said another word as her hand was pulled into his on top of his leg. She watched as he raised her hand up to his lips. He looked into her eyes as he softly kissed the tip of her finger. Then another and so on down her hand. 

“I’ve never felt this way towards a woman.” He said as he head moved towards hers. Ann’s eyes closed as his lips lightly brushed against his. Their lips tasted each other’s nectar until Ann’s mouth opened slightly which gave him the go-ahead to move his tongue forward. 

“I’ve never…” She started to say. “Me neither.” He interrupted. Their mouths crushed together and their tongues intermingled. 

Ann broke away when she had trouble breathing. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear as his hand moved up and down her silky back. 

“I’m old and ugly.” She laughed. 

Tom finished hanging his tools and moved into the house for a quick drink. The kids had arrived from school and were sitting at the kitchen table having a snack.

“So, how was school?” Tom asked.

“It sucked.” Tommy said visibly upset with his day.

“Not bad actually.” Celeste answered. “I made a couple of new friends.”

“Good. Things will get better.” Tom said looking at Tommy.

“Whatever.” He said as he grabbed his drink and book bag and headed up to his room.

“Where’s mom?” Celeste asked. 

“She had to go by the church to swap her song book.” Tom said. 

“Was her old one a blue one?” Celeste asked. 

“I think so. Why?” Tom asked. 

“Because it is sitting on the small table by the sofa.” Celeste answered. 

“I guess she forgot it.” Tom said. 

“I can run it over to her.” Celeste said with an excited voice. She wanted to see the young handsome preacher again. 

“If you have nothing else to do. Go ahead.” Tom said. “I have some more work in the garage.” 

Celeste grabbed the book and hurried out to her older car. She started it up and peeled out. “Boy. Won’t mom and Preacher Jim be surprised?” She thought to herself. 

Ann had relaxed somewhat as they continued to sit and look at various songs. She could feel the heat radiating from his leg as he leaned closer to look at the song book. 

“I got married at a very young age to Jean.” Brother Jim said as they both looked at the book. “She is the only woman I’ve ever really known.” 

It was confession time so Ann knew it was her turn. “Tom’s been the one and only for me as well.” 

“Have you ever wanted to…. You know?” Brother Jim asked. 

“Have sex with another man?” She asked still not looking at him. “I guess I’ve thought about how it would be but, never have been close until the other day.” 

“Me neither.” Brother Jim said. His hand moved over to hers which was holding the book out in front of her. “Do you…..” He started to say. 

“Do you?” She interrupted. 

“I’m nervous.” He said. “I could lose everything.” 

“Me too.” Ann replied. His hand moved off hers and to her wrist. Neither said a word as his fingers slid down her forearm to her elbow. Her breathing increased as his fingers moved up her bicep which was touching her breast. His fingers moved between her arm and her soft mound. 

“I must.” He said as his fingers pushed into her soft chest and opened to cup her large orb. 

“We could just touch.” She said trying to make it seem less than what it was. His fingers slid into the opening of her blouse and caressed the valley between her full treasures. 

Celeste parked next to her mother’s car and carried the song book to the door. She wondered where the other cars were. She tried to open the door but it was locked. Strange. She moved around the back of the building next to a large fence and peeked into the row of windows. When she saw someone she could motion for them to let her in. The first four rooms were empty and when she looked into the last room she saw her mother and Brother Jim sitting on a bench facing the other way. Her mom was holding a song book out in front of her. Celeste started to knock on the window when she saw the book suddenly drop to the floor and her mom turn to face the preacher. She gasped when she saw her mom’s blouse open and his hands opening her bra. 


The Preacher



All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy, so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind.

*

I approached the pulpit wearing my Sunday best. Three piece Brooks Brothers suit in a muted charcoal with light pinstriping. White starched, pressed, Polo dress shirt complemented by a sharp, deep red silk Hermes tie. With Bible in one hand and sermon notes in the other, I strode forward purposefully to the huge, wooden pulpit standing before the congregation of over five hundred Sunday worshippers. 

I set my instruments of salvation on the broad lectern before me and prepared myself to feed my saints with God-given words of Biblical knowledge. I paused momentarily as if to compose myself and looked down upon my Angel. She was crouched inside the pulpit peering up at me intently with her large, clear, blue eyes. Her thick blonde hair was parted in the middle and divided into two long, streaming pigtails. Blue barrettes held her bangs back from her sweet, freckled, heart-shaped face. Her braces twinkled at me as she smiled mischievously and reached forward with one small hand towards my trouser zipper. 

Today's sermon was built upon the scripture, "Gird up the loins of thy mind" (1 Peter 1:13). Very appropriate, I thought, as Angel slowly, quietly brought the zipper down. Her hand reached inside my trousers and grasped my stiff, fully engorged seven-and-a-half inch prick. Pulling it out, she simply squeezed it, looked up at me, and licked her luscious eighteen year old lips in anticipation. Angel had turned eighteen the week before and was adamant in displaying how grown-up she could be.

I nodded almost imperceptibly and began my sermon. The congregation sat up in rapt attention and I laid the groundwork for today's lesson. To understand "gird up the loins", one must be a student of Biblical times. In that marvelous age, the men wore layers of robes-- a long outer robe and a shorter undergarment robe.

Angel began her ministrations by licking my hard cock from base to tip, up and down, getting it dripping wet. She eagerly pulled my large balls out of my trousers and licked and cleansed them, even straining her neck to try to get her tongue behind my balls and lick the sensitive perineum.

From time to time, I glanced down, as if to read my notes but to give Angel looks of encouragement. She looked up at me with adoration as she licked my hard cock with her darting, needy tongue.

Gird up the loins of thy mind. When a man in Biblical times "girded up his loins", he reached down and gathered up the long, outer portion of his robes and pulled them up, much like a woman of today would hold up her skirt when traversing stairs.

Angel was now gently sucking the fat, purple head of my hard dick, flicking her tongue around and around in her mouth as she softly suckled the crown of my cock. Her tiny hand was grasping me by the base of my shaft and alternating squeezing and releasing as her mouth worked its magic.

As a man lifted the outer robes, he tucked them into his belt, or rope, thereby freeing his lower legs and feet. In essence, to "gird up thy loins" means simply put, be ready for action.

Angel was now sucking deeply and strongly on my turgid cock, her mouth flying up and down the shaft, her tongue working quickly, urgently. She was making soft, quiet, gurgling sounds, which I could hear easily, but of which the congregation was blissfully unaware.

In tucking the outer robes into the belt, one must consider the Armor of the Lord (Ephesians 6:10-18). The belt is the "belt of truth" in scripture. Extrapolating this revelation into the sermon at hand, to "gird up the loins of thy mind", means to tuck the outer robes into the belt of truth, or ready yourself for action both physically and mentally.

As I reached the crescendo of my God-given sermon, I arched my back and reached my hands to the heavens in prayer. Angel speared my rock hard cock with her face and deep-throated me, making soft "mmph", "mmph", "mmph" sounds. My buttocks clenched and I unleashed torrent after torrent of cum streaming into Angel's eager, sucking mouth.

Several members of my good congregation stood up and reached for the heavens with their hands outstretched, moved by my words and worshipful actions.

Angel licked and sucked my cock thoroughly through my orgasm, making sure not a drop of cum was spilled. As my cock began softening, she lifted the shaft up and licked my balls completely, causing me to shudder uncontrollably in ecstasy. With a little pout on her face, she tucked me back into my trousers and quietly zipped me back up.

As my saints filed obediently out of the sanctuary, I gathered up my materials and reached down and patted Angel on the top of her head in appreciation for a job well done. She beamed up at me adoringly with her crystal blue eyes and licked a drop of cum off the corner of her mouth.

Outside, in the fellowship hall, I shook hands with my saints and thanked them for coming to hear my sermon. Many were moved by my words and promised to attend next Sunday. 

Next week's sermon would be on Proverbs 13:24, "He who spareth the rod hateth his child." No innuendos there, eh?

The End



The Preacher and A Virgin



Vee was elated she was finally living her dream. Right there in the tight little room behind the choir stand. She loved the feel of Rev's hard cock even through his fruit of the looms. He looked embarrassed but grateful for her amateurish hand job. She squeezed and rubbed until his dick grew twice its flaccid size. Then she leaned over and gently kissed the head that peeked out of the waistband before she reached inside to pet it as if it were a lost kitten. He stood up, grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. He lifted her skirt and reached into her silky panties to lustily massage her derriere. His sudden manhandling took Vee by surprise but she opened her mouth and legs in surrender. She was going to be a woman, his woman at last. He reached down to lift the form fitting red top she had so carefully chosen. Vee moaned as he squeezed, then greedily sucked the freakish hard nipples he had so long waited to suck. Finally when his hunger for her breast was satisfied he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, pushed down his underwear, pulled out his hard cock and planted it firmly between Vee's billowy ass... 

The Preacher 

John Cherry III was a third generation preacher. He wasn't blessed with the film star good looks and dash of his grandfather or the mellow easy going nature of his Dad, Instead he was the type of man women use to describe as a "good provider" and he prided himself in having integrity. He wasn't totally lacking in charm, just not over flowing with it. He was the color of milk chocolate, stocky, above average height with a kind of a coarse or rugged handsomeness aided by his always meticulous dress and dignified carriage. 

He chose to pastor the small family church after the death of his father John Cherry Jr. originally he graduated from Morehouse College with a degree in business. But like many others successful in the corporate world, he eventually came to experience the daily grind as meaningless in spite of the money to be made. He was at a stage of his life when he really wanted his time on earth to mean something; to leave his mark or legacy. So he entered the seminary and shortly after graduating he returned to his roots. 

John's grandfather had been a community leader and minister of the church during the civil rights movement. Those had been the church's most progressive and prosperous years. He was eloquent, outspoken and very charismatic. He also took no crap from anyone black or white. Quite naturally women in the church were attracted to him and all his personal power. He was known to be strong at resisting temptation however because of his beautiful wife. He was fortunate enough to have won a beauty with brains and lots of energy. She worked tirelessly by his side to build the church and serve their community. 

After about fifteen years as pastor, John Cherry Sr. then in his early fifties became fascinated with a not too bright young woman in her early twenties and he deflowered her. The young woman sustained minor injury as a result. Rumor had it that it was because Reverend Cherry had not been as patient as he should have been for a man so well endowed. The young woman was hospitalized at her mother's insistence. Soon the church community learned the details of the incident and the culprit causing her injury. It was a mess. The Golden Reverend Cherry was a rapist. 

In reality the young woman's mother had been in pursuit of The Reverend Cherry for years but he had never succumbed to her charms. The fact that he was so dynamic and unyielding also made him enemies in high places. In the end Reverend Cherry Sr. received a 10--15 year sentence in the state prison for rape. There he died of a heart attack at age 57 five years into his sentence. His wife was devastated by all the drama, especially when she learned that there were friends and foe alike that were glad to finally find a chink in The Reverend Cherry's golden armor. The people she had looked to for support and comfort. Gossiped incessantly and bad mouthed her man at every opportunity. She too died of heartbreak two years after the incident and his incarceration. After all they had done to build the church and community she cursed the town with her last breath. 

John Cherry III had lived several places before returning home to the small Southern town. But it had always remained his favorite place in the world to be. The greenness, the slow pace and simplicity were what he constantly craved while in the city. He was very proud of his family church, though it had practically gone to ruins after his grandfather went to prison. He remembered fondly what it had once been and was determined to re-build. He had lots of ideas for the churches revival and ways for it to help strengthen the community. Finally he had found his mission. 

Because of the incident with his grandfather John had always been extremely critical of those he called "Pulpit Pimps" Ministers who took advantage of their power and status in the great chain of being and indulged themselves with the females of the church. Of course they all claimed to be seduced, but he knew from numerous accounts that it was usually a two way street; often shrewdly masterminded by the preachers. His hard nosed stance often alienated him from some of his colleagues who met occasionally at a conference or elsewhere over Jack Daniels and discussed their latest conquest. He made a point of changing the subject or leaving the room which did not endear him to the other ministers. He really felt that the clergy of all people should be a good example to the young men of their communities which were fraught with fatherless homes, poverty, joblessness, violence, crime, and incarceration. Living up to his beliefs was often exhausting but he always gave it a super human effort. As a result people respected and trusted him. His life motto was "do the right thing."

John met his own beautiful wife in the corporate world and she loved it. She was a rapidly rising star when he made the decision for them to return to his hometown. She was offered a big promotion shortly before they moved so she desperately wanted John to re-think his decision. For him it was a done deal, and he certainly expected her to follow through with their plans. She was 10 years younger than John and they had also discussed starting a family. John was essentially very conservative in his opinions of what women should and should not do in his relationships and to some degree he even expected to be obeyed. He needed a wife and helpmate not some career chic. Neither of them were particularly religious though they considered themselves God fearing and spiritual, so Mrs. John Cherry III never really understood her husbands desire to be a minister; though she understood on some level that it was her duty as his wife to support him in whatever endeavor. But she decided to take the promotion and drive the three hours from Atlanta each weekend to be with her husband. Eventually that decision caused more and more of a strain on their marriage. 

John was embarrassed to admit, even to himself that their incredible sex life is what he missed most about them living together. She was a fire cracker he could ignite just by blowing in her ear the right way or squeezing her pussy unexpectedly as they passed each other in the house. And after all their years of passionate lovemaking she fit him perfectly. John was very self conscious about his unusually thick cock. He'd learned the hard way that women only thought large dicks were a good thing. Often when they saw him fully erect, they weren't as excited about the prospect of having it inside them. Unfortunately that was usually the case with women he genuinely wanted. It seemed the women who were less than his ideal could handle him well. 

It was during his second year at Morehouse, while in route to the local grocery store that he met Marvetta, a single mother. She'd had an arm full of groceries when her two year old let go of her skirt as he had been told to do and ran toward the busy street. John did a short sprint and grabbed him before he dove into oncoming traffic. He chivalrously walked them home carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and her toddler on his shoulders. Marvetta was of course grateful and knowing that he was probably an ever hungry boy at the college, she offered him a home cooked meal in thanks. He took her up on her offer. Within days she had invited him again for a second meal and then into her bed. 

Marvetta was the first woman who did not do a double take when she saw his heavy dick. Instead she looked ecstatic and said that she could tell from his thick fingers that he would have something good for her. Her pussy was equally ecstatic. It was the first time he had ever entered any female effortlessly; no-please wait a minute- no whimpering, nothing. He just slipped his fat dick in her big twat and got to stroking. He was grateful that her three big head babies had made things easy for him, and Marvetta was grateful to be filled up at last. Marvetta rocked his world. She was a tall -use to be pretty- caramel brown skinned woman with long limbs and sandy brown curls. She was about 8 years older than he was and maybe two inches taller. It Was Marvetta that taught him every conceivable way to use his tool and many other body parts. She confided in him that she had been turned out at an early age by an uncle who had married into her family. He was a World War II vet and had been to many countries in the world. He took great pride in collecting pussy and bragged about having been in every whorehouse from there to eternity. He had made it his mission to learn new ways to fuck wherever he landed. 

John guessed that Marvetta had been more than a willing student. She really liked to fuck and she did it well. She was the first woman to suck his dick, and the only woman who could suck his dick and his balls at the same time; when he was soft of course. She had a big mouth to match her big twat. She was a virtual Hoover when she sucked his dick. She sucked so hard sometimes he wondered if he would get it back. She was also loud as hell. Even with all the kids running around the house or sleeping in the next room, she would always scream when his dick got good to her: Aw shit , Aw shit baby, come on, fuck it baby, fuck it, fuck it baby, Yeah fuck it!. Then she would hiss and start her motor. He was embarrassed for her, but his dick didn't care..

He would try to go see her late at night in order to avoid the kids but they stayed up till all hours so it was always a crap shoot. The house was a roach infested mess, but she at least made sure her body was squeaky clean when he arrived. Sometimes the kids would let him in and he would go back to her bedroom to find her already on the greasy sheets playing with her freshly washed pussy. She would beckon to him with a long fleshy finger and when he got close enough she would grab his head and pull it down into her hole. He gladly obliged. He learned to love the taste of fresh pussy. 

Marvetta was not at all shy about telling him exactly where to suck or lick and how. She even went so far as to demonstrate on the head of his dick exactly what she needed done to her clit. Everything there was to know about a dick Marvetta knew. She would shake it, suck it, lick it, fuck it; and anything else she could think of. She liked to open her legs wide while he was undressing and make her pussy talk. Her muscle control was phenomenal. She would make the lips open and close until they did indeed seem to be speaking. She could do the same with her asshole; and watching her butt cheeks shake and roll was a show unto it's self. 

Marvetta had skills: and a thick, wide, stretch marked ass that was always hot. The first time she got some Vaseline rubbed it on his dick and invited him to back door fuck her, he lost his mind. It was the only thing on Marvetta that was reasonably tight and he couldn't get enough of it neither could she. It was the first and last time he was with a woman that would cum from being ass fucked. So she made sure he got to be real good at it. She would coach him to tease her asshole a little with the head of his dick. Then when it was open to go in straight, slow and rest easy a minute. Then she would say "hit it" and that was his cue to pump his fat cock in her ass like a randy Doberman. She loved it when he came inside her. Marvetta liked her ass fucked, her titties fucked, and her pussy well fucked. Even at 20 years old he had to beg off from exhaustion on occasion. Marvetta could out fuck him any day. 

Marrvetta kept him well served in pussy for the rest of his time there at Morehouse. He could have well earned a degree in business and fucking at graduation. She was his blessing in disguise. She was extremely intuitive and also had a good understanding of human nature, so in those years she had talked him through a few life crises. Because she understood and accepted exactly what her role in his life was, she never made any demands for his time or attention which made his years at school easy. She gave him relief when he needed it without the relationship to negotiate, expensive dates, pregnancy drama, or jealously. This allowed him to remain disciplined and focused. John Cherry really liked the women in his life to be functional. 

Over the years he and Marvetta remained friends and literally each others "ace in the hole." She had married once or twice, but was frequently between relationships. When he started to make money and before he met Vivian, he would occasionally fly Marvetta out to meet him or plan a short trip to the Beach or the mountains and they would fuck all weekend like newly weds. She loved and appreciated it, and he delighted in doing it for her. He realized soon after meeting her, that fucking was probably her only outlet or mode of recreation. When she needed financial assistance he also gladly obliged. So over the years they grew to depend on each other. 

Thanks to Marvetta when he met Vivian he was ready. He really wanted her, so he was reluctant to show her the size of his dick too early in the relationship. He thought it better to surprise her. He courted her in his most gentlemanly fashion; and the combination of his, intelligence, integrity, ambition, courtesy, class, rugged good looks and lack of desperation to get in her pants, drew her to John. So she was more than ready when he proposed they go away together. Marvetta had turned him into a pussy eating pro, so the first time they were together, though she was shy at first, he ate his soon to be wife's pussy until she begged him to fuck her. He sucked and licked her pussy until she tossed and turned as if with fever. He would alternately eat her, and then back off so she wouldn't come. He loved it that she wasn't on the pill. In his mind it was a good indication that she didn't sleep around. Although he knew she wasn't a technical virgin, He felt something pure and chaste in her spirit and tight pussy. When he himself couldn't stand it any longer and he was certain she was ready, he rolled on a condom and gently whispered:

"Relax now, just relax now baby Ok." 

He held his meaty cock and patiently fed it to her delicate, but very wet pussy a few inches at a time. He pushed hard, but just hard enough for the head to enter, and then he pulled back. Next it was 2 inches of his shaft and he pulled back. He pushed hard and pulled back again and again until he felt her at bottom. Then they lay perfectly still for what seemed an eternity and matched each others breathing. She was whimpering just a little from the discomfort of her stretched pussy. It turned him on that she was willing to endure the pain his heavy dick inflicted in order to be with him. If it was at all possible, her whimpers actually made him hornier. He kissed her softly, and then he was ready. She screamed at his first hard thrust and he had to quickly cover her mouth because they were in a hotel. So while his hand still covered her mouth he locked his eyes to hers and slowly pumped and wound his hips until she loosened to accommodate him. 

Finally when they were both comfortable and she began to respond with her own hips: he fucked her like his life depended on it. After only three sessions she fit around him like a glove. He loved when she would grab his ass and actually beg for him. He would rest on his hands and look down to watch his hard dick glide in and out of her temple. When she started to come her pussy practically bit him it clenched so hard. He thought it was the best feeling in the world. Soon afterward he would feel his balls contract as if cum was being pumped from his feet. 

It was just before his explosion, during that comfortable third session, that all of his gentility faded and something very primal made him pull himself out of her, and brazenly snatch off the condom. He then pressed his naked hard cock all the way inside of her again and loosed his seed deep within her holy of holies. True he had long wanted to feel her velvety pussy around him un-sheathed, but he'd also decided at that moment that she belonged to him; so it was imperative he leave his scent. To John's satisfaction there was no protest. She yielded to his presumption of ownership. He thought it a good sign that her pussy began to contract at that very instant as if to swallow his offering. Vivian moaned and pulled him even further inside her. She had decided long before, that John Cherry would be the father of her children. They married shortly after that weekend 

He and Vivian would fuck anytime, anywhere. One of his favorite memories was in a high-rise elevator while visiting his sister in New York. It was a damp day in early fall, and they were wearing stylish rain coats. Her coat was long, and had a long split in back, and she stood with her back against him in the elevator. She had on high heels that brought her hips up to just above the crotch of his 5'10" inch frame. They were only halfway down to the first floor, and near the back of the packed elevator which was moving at a snails pace. People continued to get on and they were pushed even further back and into a corner. Her ass made contact with his crotch every time they moved. Soon Vivian started to tease him by rolling her hips, until he was rock hard. He was glad for the shield of his raincoat, on impulse he unbuttoned it, unzipped his pants and set his hard dick free. 

He reached into the split of Vivian's raincoat and pulled up the back of her skirt. He knew she probably wouldn't resist because she loved the feel of his hard cock against her ass. He pulled down her panty hose and underwear then began to probe her pussy with his wide dick head. She gladly cooperated and spread her legs a little to assist. Then she leaned over ever so slightly so that "Big boy" could find his mark. The moist heat from her pussy was like a magnet. Big Boy found his way. She bent again and opened just and little wider and began to rock her hips back and forth and squeeze her pussy around him. 

About 3 more people got on the elevator and they were as close as two humans could be. He wasn't all the way inside her, but far enough to get in fourteen good, though shallow strokes of his favorite pussy nestled between her perfectly padded ass. He came hard. Vivian didn't cum at all but she loved the idea of being fucked by him on the sly. Lucky she had on the rain coat because there was soon a river between her thighs, she begged to go back so that she could change her panties, or to stop so that she could buy a new pair, but he held her hand tight and continued to pull her along he said it was payback for teasing him.

"John please let's stop I need to get out of these panties they're soaked. You know you cum like a damned geyser."

"Oh noooo, uh, uh. You wanna be a dick tease, you pay the price sugar. And there's more where that came from," He said patting her ass." 




The Preacher and A Virgin Ch. 02



One Wednesday night late in August we wrapped up a little earlier that usual. Mack still had not finished his duties so we did some busy work to pass the time. He seemed to be stalling too for some reason. Finally Rev asked if he was staying late he said that he would be leaving in about 30 minutes. We decided to go out for ice- cream and then return. When we got back, Mack's car was gone and the church doors locked. Rev found his spare key and we went into the building toward the back room. We finished our Ice cream and then started our usual "heavy petting". The Good Reverend was in rare form that night. As usual he sucked my puffy breast until they ached; but then he got a notion to fuck them. 

I thoroughly enjoyed being able to watch his fat dick up close and personal and I squeezed my tits together to make yet another mock pussy. I licked the head as it peeked through my tits with every stroke. He loved it; shortly afterward I was wearing pearls. The sight of cum dripping from my plump reddish brown, now tender nipples, made him crazy. I didn't really think he would come that way. I think he was surprised too. He had always been obsessed with my large tits and freakish nipples but it had never occurred to him to him to fuck them before.

The combination of him coming hard and the rich ice cream made him a little sluggish. So after I went to clean up, we spooned there on the cushions awhile and he started to doze. Suddenly I felt eyes and the heat of someone else nearby. Looking into the door we had only partially closed was Mack. I wasn't surprised at all to see that he was Masturbating. I sat up and Rev stirred a little. I was embarrassed but relieved that it was just crazy-ass Mack, and not one of the other church members. 

"Mack what you doing here?" 

"I forgot my tools." He said.

Then he brazenly opened the door. In an instant the Reverend was awake. He looked at Mack as if he were a ghost. 

"Mack close the door man!" 

"I need a taste Rev, just a taste." He said in an eerily, calm voice. 

"What you talking 'bout man get out!" 

"You know what I'm talking 'bout."

He reached again for his dick which was sticking out of his fly, then he began to slowly stroke it while staring at me. 

"Get out Mack I mean it."

"No I need a taste, Mr. Rev Perfect, Just a taste."

He looked at Rev with contempt but envy. The implication behind him calling Rev "Mr. Reverend Perfect" was perfectly clear. Mack was going to be a pussy extortionist. Rev continued to argue with him but Mack would only repeat over and over:

"Just a taste Rev, just a taste." 

In spite of all the drama his dick was rock Hard. He was actually stroking it the whole time he and the Reverend argued. Rev tried to physically push him out of the room, but he pushed back, and pushed hard. In a moment Rev's bare ass was on the floor and Mack was coming toward me. Mack was a very horny determined man. Rev was still on the floor and looked embarrassed, probably about being disrespected by the janitor but also at being caught off guard. I was actually getting more nervous than embarrassed, and I was growing really concerned for our safety. It looked to me like Mack might be cranking up to crazy. I had heard how volatile he could be and I just didn't want proof. So I decided to humor him. 

Mack what you wanna do? "

"I just wanna suck those fat tittles and put my dick in you for two minutes that's all then I'm gone".

He said it as if he felt once his mission was accomplished, all would be well in his world. 

"Mack" Rev said, "you can't do that brother"

"You doing it." He spat, looking over his shoulder at Rev. 

It was futile trying to explain that we never actually fucked. So again I decided to humor him. 

"Mack you have a condom? You know you can't be getting me pregnant "I said jokingly. 

Rev looked at me in a combination of disbelief, and then sheer jealousy. I loved it! 

Well apparently Mack had been a Boy Scout. He not only had the usual single condom, but three condoms in his wallet. He let go of his dick just long enough to fish them out for me to see. Oh shit! I thought. I told him to put one on. Then I lay back on the cushions and started to rub my thighs and play with myself like I had seen the porn queens do it. Just two minutes he had said, I could definitely make it short and sweet. Hopefully he would leave us alone and not tell since he too would be involved. 

Unfortunately The Good Reverend had not completed his homework that evening so I was genuinely kind of hot. I thoroughly enjoyed the titty fuck earlier but I decided that titty fucking was definitely a spectator sport. My pussy was hungry. It was at that moment I realized that though I thought I truly loved and wanted The Reverend, what I wanted as much was to take the leap into womanhood. My God! I was 22 years old. For once I wanted to feel a man hot and hard inside me. The titty fuck had only served to start a fire. Granted, raggedy mouth Mack was not my firefighter of choice, but his hose was starting to look pretty damn good. 

Mack's Dick also had a nice sized head on it. It was not as thick as Rev's but thick enough, and possibly a whole inch longer. He seemed very proud of it. Rev was obviously uncomfortable and embarrassed about Mack being in control, but he was strangely cooperative. I lay on the cushions and continued to play with myself and wiggle my hips a la Vanessa del Rio. Then I reached down and spread my pussy wide. Short and sweet I kept thinking. Oddly I loved the attention and I felt I was proving myself a woman. Mack looked at me hungrily then removed his pants and underwear. His bony legs and big dick seemed to be all about the same size. He put on one of the condoms and knelt down between my legs. I watched his dick bounce suddenly as he put his elbows under my knees and lifted my hips in the air. 

Slowly at first he slipped just the tip of his tongue between my slit. Then with light gentle strokes he licked my clit and watched for my reaction. I felt raging heat and my clit grew hard and tight. Suddenly he started to eat my pussy as if it was his last meal. He was ravenous. Damn! I had heard about it, and I had even seen it on cable, but that was the first time I had ever had my pussy eaten. I thought Rev was creative but that beat anything he had ever done. My pussy was throbbing my nipples were like pebbles and I was enjoying his tongue so much that I did not even realize that The Good Reverend was watching it all with his dick in his hand. I got even more turned on then. I pulled Mack's head down deeper into my pussy and started to push up as hard as I could into his face. Which only made him hungrier. Next he gently put me down and started to work on the tits he so worshipped. He proceeded to tell me that he often dreamt about my "bresses," and that it was his intention to milk my titties or suck them until they were twice their size. Well not quite, but he damn sure tried. I felt my pussy contract over and over from his expert tongue on my tits.

Mack's two minutes had long been up, but neither one of us was counting. The next thing I knew his dick was in his hand once again. He pushed me back on the cushions and in an instant he was working his way inside my welcoming pussy. He looked surprised to feel some resistance, I guess he was prepared for his usual smooth and easy entry. Suddenly I could tell from the look on his face that he realized I was a "technical Virgin." I was actually ashamed.

Now a gentleman would have backed away as the Good Reverend had done so many times; obviously Mack was no gentleman, but he gazed into my eyes in the most tender way, and gently whispered:

"Hold on baby, just hold onto me"

He reached down for his dick and carefully placed it at the door where the Reverend had stood so many times. He grabbed both of my hands so that I would brace myself. Then he pushed once, drew back, pushed again and drew back one last time and he was in. The pain was awful and I began to moan. Rev came over and tried to move him off me but Mack wasn't having it. I assured Rev I was OK and asked Mack to just give me a minute. He was still surprisingly tender and was making only small shallow strokes back and forth and round and round inside my hot, wet but sore pussy. The small strokes had the effect of loosening me up and also spreading my natural lube. I almost giggled at watching his wiry body rotate so sensuously, but I had to admit the "crazy man" had skills. He bent over to lick my breast again, then he blew on my neck as if to cool me off while I got myself together. 

Suddenly he withdrew all the way, lifted my knees as before and proceeded to feast on my clit and pussy again. Soon my hips were spinning and I was begging for his big dick. He then grabbed it and shoved in hard inside me. It hurt so good. He started to fuck me fast and hard, I begged for more and grabbed his ass to make sure he stroked every inch of my newly deflowered pussy. He gladly obliged and I fucked him back as hard as I knew how.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh God! Ohhhhhhhh, Take this good hot pussy Mack, Take it Mack, Take it Mack. I been saving it just for you." 

He beamed at the encouragement, then stopped for an instant and bent to kiss me on the woman. forehead, and then just as suddenly, he went crazy again. He was fucking me so good hard and fast. I had actually forgotten about Rev in the room. I looked over to see him jerking off at the same frenzied pace and rhythm in which Mack was fucking me. Mack pulled his dick out of me once more and in a split second he was eating me just as vigorously as before. I thought I would lose my mind. Suddenly I exploded on Mack's face I was soaking wet and so was his chin. He grinned at his victory and put his big dick inside me again it went in really easy that time. He rode me until I came at least 2 more times. I begged him to stop but he was still maniacally horny and very determined. My pussy loved every minute of it. Finally I had been fucked I mean really fucked. I was a 

Mack left the "deflowering room" apologetically but buoyant. He kissed me on the cheek squeezed my ass and whispered that I made him a happy man. He was quite charming in his own odd way. Rev on the other hand had dressed quickly asked me if I was Ok, If there was anything I needed and apologized for everything. All without looking me in the eye. He then escorted me to my car and wished me good night. 

The weeks following the loss of my virginity to Mack were very difficult for me and the Reverend or I should say at least for me. He was sullen and distant and did whatever he could to avoid me. We normally talked at least three times a week usually initiated by church business, but I only got messages from him about work to be done. I called his home at hours I knew he'd be in and only got his answering machine. I felt hurt and lonely for my lover/brother/ father/friend with benefits. I had desperately wanted the reverend to claim my pussy, but for whatever reason he chose not to do it, I still had no regrets about loosing my virginity to Mack. He was at least tender and considerate and he made me feel good and complete for the first time. If Rev was jealous, it was his fault not mine or Mack's. I felt a woman should not have to beg to be taken.

I was head of, among other things the adult literacy campaign at church. There were a few seniors who did not read at all and some younger people who were struggling and needed help to apply for jobs. So we matched tutors with some of the members. Mack was the last to sign up. He said he wanted to take the Post Office test. After all the matches were made Mack was the odd man out, so grudgingly I volunteered to be his tutor. I knew Rev probably wouldn't like it, but it was the right thing to do especially because I headed the program. Mack and I had our first session and he never mentioned anything about that Wednesday night. I must say he kept his word. I listened for any whispering around the congregation there was nothing that got back to me, and I was grateful. 

Mack was a good student. He came every session and did his best. Occasionally I would see him staring at my breast of course but he was cool. In the meantime I really missed my Wednesday evening rendezvous with the Reverend. Though he and I never actually fucked, he still quieted my nerves and pussy with his very skilled hands. Now, since I had actually been fucked, I thought about sex all the time; or at least very often. Two weeks went by and Rev and I still had not really talked. I was getting antsy. Masturbating myself was my only option but it was never as good as the Reverend did it.

I went by on Wednesday night to help out and hung around a bit as usual, but for some reason, Rev had to leave early. As luck would have it I heard a rumor that he was actually dating someone. I had never heard about him dating before. The word was she was a teacher at a local High school. I was crushed, and still growing hornier and hornier. I was itching for more dick. I tried again to connect with him but he was overly stiff and formal with any simple interaction, so I dared not even hint that I needed him sexually. In spite of all the trouble I was still happy and actually proud that I was no longer a virgin but the sad part was I could not share it with a soul. Not even Angel my best friend. None of my girlfriends could even phantom why I would give myself to the toothless janitor at church of all places. At 22 our relationships were all about the guy's looks, car, or where he could take us. No one had really mastered fucking yet, so that wasn't even a consideration when choosing someone to date. But I had been to the mountain top. Little did I know I was already light years ahead of my girlfriends. 

Just for the summer I had started working part time in a local insurance office but there were no single men there at all. My pussy was hungry. I knew there were dozens of boys and men in town who would gladly do me the favor but I just did not have time to interview. I needed some dick ASAP. There was one guy Bobby who was near my age, who I had gone out with once or twice. He was fairly good looking but disgusting; always leering or groping my breast minutes after we met. I was so horny I decided to give the ever ready Bobby a call. We arranged to hook up 2 days later that Saturday night. 

We went to a movie and then came back to my new place. My parents had made a small apartment for me out of the garage which was on the far side of the house, so I had quite a bit of privacy. When Bobby came in he made himself comfortable right away and patted the couch for me to sit next to him, I did and he became the usual octopus. My tits desperately needed some attention though so even his hands felt good. I dimmed the light on the table behind us and just decided to make it easy for him I was so ready. I lifted my shirt and removed my bra. He was so used to me fighting him he couldn't believe he was finally looking at them for real. I rubbed and pulled my nipples to make them fatter, and then I reached for his hands and demonstrated how to stroke my tits. He was all over me before I could even finish the demo. He sucked, grabbed, wrung and slobbered until they were sore. Slow down I said impatiently. He looked hurt but did slow down. Then I had an Idea. 

"Take off your shirt. I said,"

And he did. He had a nice young firm hard body the kind I wasn't used to. I had grown accustomed to a bit of a belly and chest hair. 

"Let me show you how to suck a titty" I said. 

I rubbed his belly first then proceeded to suck and caress his nipples till they were rock hard. Then just to get him hotter I squeezed what I saw bulging in his jeans. I continued to lick and suck his nipples and he was starting to writhe and press my hand to his hard on. I unzipped his pants and dug for his dick, until it stuck out of his jeans and underwear. I stroked it for a minute until it too was rock hard. Then he grabbed my hand and pumped his hips trying to make me jerk him off.

"No, ladies first." First, you will suck these titties the right way and then we'll see what I can do for that nice hard dick."

And it really was quite nice. Not a monster cock like Mack's and the Reverend's but at least 7 inches and beautifully shaped with a nice mushroom head and tight silky nuts. He was more than willing to be my student. 

"Ok now every time you do it right I am going to work on your dick, you mess up I leave you high and dry Ok?"

"OK" he said "I like this game." 

"Hold on a second" I said.

I went to get some Vaseline from my night table. I rubbed a little between my palms and proceeded to alternately rub, and then jerk his pretty cock with both my hands until the veins bulged. He closed his eyes and starting to writhe again 

"Damn that feels good! He said."

The Good Reverend had taught me well. Then just for the hell of it I bent down opened my mouth wide stuck the head in and just blew on it hard. He went crazy. I did it two more times until his dick was dancing. Then I said:

"Ok, now get to sucking." 

And I pulled his head to my hardest nipple. He was very willing, but the poor thing was so eager he just bit and drooled all over my nipples again. So I gave up. 

"Ok Bobby, you want some pussy?"

"Hell yeah" he said.

I pushed him down on the couch pulled off his pants and underwear then l got one of my health department condoms and put it on him. I lay back on the couch opened my legs, spread my fat pussy lips and started to lightly massage my clit as he watched. His dick was dancing again. I beckoned to him to come close then I grabbed it and rubbed the nice fat mushroom head on my clit a few times. Then I held it at the entrance like the Reverend did and began to rotate my hips while my pussy tried to suck him in. I just rubbed the fat dick head round and round my slippery hole until I could feel him get even fatter. Just when he was getting to really like that I rubbed it fast against my clit like the Reverend always did; but when I felt myself winding up, I moved him back down to my hole and told him to push his dick inside me. 

Bobby was delirious and I was sooo damn horny. While he pumped and wiggled I imagined it was the Reverends beautiful fat black dick inside me. I grabbed Bobby's ass and started pumping fast and hard His dick slid in and out easily thanks to Mack. I could feel my pussy start to contract I was on the way. My hips were winding faster. My pussy was sucking him hard. His dick wasn't bad at all! . My pussy started to clench then Bam! Next thing I knew Bobby groaned, shook and shuddered like an epileptic, and it was s all over. 

"Damn! You got some good pussy I knew it!" 

He was already removing the condom and reaching for his underwear. 

"What you doing tomorrow?" 

"I'll call you Bobby" I said.

I would have gladly just settled for the Reverend's hands about then. He always got me off effortlessly. Damn, I was just leaning to fuck. I wasn't in any the mood to try to teach someone else. Bobby called and called I just ignored him 

I was still unbelievably horny all the time since I had been with Mack. Rev had all but vanished he avoided me so well. I realized suddenly that I had overlooked the obvious. If Rev didn't want me fine, I bet Mack would. My hungry authentic new woman's pussy was gonna be satisfied.

Vee (continued)

Our tutoring sessions were pleasant and worthwhile, and Mack still unbelievably cool. He never said anything or tried anything since that night just like he said he would. So it was me who got things started. I knew he had been painting some classrooms at church during the week, so on Sunday I told him that after work the next day, I would drop off some material for him to study. The next day I purposely wore a tight fitting spandex camisole under my jacket. The camisole smoothed out the layers nicely but there was no mistaking I had some interesting tits underneath. 




The Preacher and A Virgin Ch. 02



When I pulled up in the church parking lot I could see Mack on a ladder in the window. In no time he was at the door. I had on my office outfit with the jacket still buttoned. I smiled and he looked glad to see me. We sat at a nearby table and discussed the study guide. He was dusty and full of paint splatter on his hands and clothes but oddly he looked good to me. I opened my legs a little and saw him look down I feigned discomfort and took off my jacket so that he could see my bulging tits. As usual they were working their way out of the camisole so he got a nice glimpse of one of the fat nipples I pretended to adjust the camisole as I was still talking and turning pages. Suddenly out of the clear blue he said: 

"You need some more dick don't you baby?" 

I was embarrassed but just nodded yes and looked down at the book. The next thing I knew the strong wiry man had me in his arms and took me off to the back room where he had deflowered me weeks before. The little room looked odd in the daylight with the sun shining through a small stained glass window. To my surprise the cushions were already set up on the floor. He had pushed the conference table aside and stacked two layers of the old pea green pew cushions three across then another three on top but laying the opposite way so that it was almost the width and thickness of a mattress. I even saw a white sheet folded nearby. 

"Oh" I said, this is where you sneak your naps huh?"

"No I made this for you. I knew your punk-ass boyfriend wasn't taking care of business. I can tell by the way you walk baby. I knew you were coming soon. I just didn't know when. You could'a brought me the papers to church yesterday."

I just looked sheepish. Oh Well, I guess Mack wasn't so crazy after all. He spread the sheet, lay me on the cushy pallet and told me he'd be back in little bit he just wanted to clean up. Then he kissed me on my breast and the place on my neck that always made my pussy contract. He knew me so well I thought. He was back in about 30 minutes looking virtually paint-less and rather fresh scrubbed. I hadn't thought to take my clothes off but he gladly did it for me, paying special attention to the camisole. He went to work on his precious tits right away; and the right way thank goodness. 

I could feel my pussy contracting again and my clit growing tight as he sucked and squeezed my nipples. I started to moan and I reached for his fly. He stopped to let me unzip him, I pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time. I loved seeing his dick bounce again He reached for his wallet with his trusty condom three pack before he threw his clothes on the table. His dick was hard but I decided I was going to make it harder. I knew I wasn't an expert, but I thought he deserved some appreciation. I reached for his cock and opened my mouth he looked surprised but happy. I started to lick the head first the way I'd seen them do it on cable. Then I licked the hole in the center and put the whole thing in my mouth. He looked flattered and out of his mind in ecstasy. 

I felt powerful giving him pleasure. And I wanted to return the favor he had been good to me. I did the best I could and I don't think he minded my rookie effort at all. Soon it was so hard and long I was gagging I had to take it out. I did and just licked it for a while then I remembered to stroke his balls a little and he let out a moan. I was very pleased with myself. Soon he was down on his knees sucking my breast again and playing with my pussy. He asked me to lie down a minute then he just lay on top of me and started to grind his hard dick against my belly and clit. I loved it and was more than comfortable on our makeshift mattress. Then he started to whisper in my ear. 

"You like this good dick don't you baby?" 

"Yeah it's good Mack." I whispered back.

He was still grinding and I loved it. My clit was bulging now and I was starting to grind back. 

"You want me to suck your pussy again?"

I nodded and he promptly got on his knees and went to work. My pussy was in heaven he knew just where to suck, just where to lick and just how fast and slow. And sometimes he stopped just to watch me wiggle and reach for his head again. Then he reached for his dick and dipped it in my pussy the way the reverend did he rubbed my clit then he did it again. 

"I saw you liked this when Reverend "Punk-Ass" did it, but I'm a do it better." He said.

And he did. It made me wonder how many times he had actually seen me and the Reverend fake fucking. I knew now that Mack was rather sly. I had always loved the dipping and the crazy clit massage but this time when my hips started to spin, he shoved his dick in me the way I had desperately wanted the Reverend to do it. I knew it would be good. He stroked me hard and then round and round as if he didn't want to miss a spot. I was well on my way and from the feel of things so was he.

"Fuck me Mack, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me Mack!"

Looking back I realize I must have forgotten I was in church; though I had gotten used to hearing it in every way shape and form on campus, I was never in the habit of using the "F" word. So I don't know where it came from and why, but it was like magic or maybe just the devil. My dirty mouth made Mack ride me like crazy. Soon my pussy was violently sucking his dick, which made him practically scream. I pushed my hips up to him and continued my spin. My pussy sucked even harder and then- gush! The same wetness as before. I was so embarrassed. I still didn't know it was the prize. He was still stroking hard and fast but soon he too collapsed in spasms. 

"Damn baby! You got the best pussy in town" he whispered. I love a fat, hot, tight creamy greedy squirtin' pussy. You got a snappinpussy baby."

I laughed and hugged his ass affectionately. He loved it.

"You sweet too baby girl." He said looking down at me.

We fucked two more times that day and I came again every day that week except Wednesday and Sunday of course. Finally my pussy was singing again. 

Mack was right I was walking differently there was definitely more pep in my step. I still desperately wanted to spend time with Rev, but Mack was holding the fort just fine, and he was fun. We would lie on the cushions and talk about anything. He made me laugh with all his stories about Viet Nam. He talked about how when they went on R&R to get some pussy all the whores claimed to be virgins, "Boom boom #1 GI" they would say. 

"Yeah right" He said. 

"Oh so that's where you got your skills you're an international pussy eater."

He laughed, "Yup I like any fucking flavor." 

"You're doing great with your reading Mack , when are you going for the post office test?"

"What test?" He said. 

"The one you're studying for." 

"Oh that. That was bull shit; I just wanted to see you."

I smiled and shook my head. He was so different from Rev simple, blunt, honest and real. I thought I would take the opportunity to find out why he disliked Rev. 

"Mack why do you call Rev "Punk-Ass," what did he do to deserve that?" 

"Because he is a punk, and a liar and a hypocrite. He's fucking you in the church but trying to be all holy come Sunday morning."

"Mack you know we never really had sex." 

"So what. Y'all might as well had. He was gonna get to it eventually. His punk-ass is probably glad I popped you so he don't have to feel guilty. The minister shouldn't be fucking the church members. Period. And don't think you the only one." He barked.

Suddenly I felt a wave of hurt, shame and melancholy. Mack must have sensed the change in my mood:

"Don't mess around with boys baby, when you need to feel like a woman come to Mack, I care about you and I'll take care of you. I got my rubbers and everything. I aint gonna let nothing happen to you Ok?" he said softly. 

I got sick to my stomach at the thought of Rev seeing some other woman or heaven forbid, women at church; and I wasn't up to hearing any details. I knew him pretty well I thought. Most of the women in church thought he was a little stiff and boring though they were proud to have him as their minister. But I couldn't help but wonder if the reason we never went "all the way," was because he was being satisfied elsewhere. Suddenly I got angry then jealous.

As if on cue, Mack leaned down to start eating my pussy again and every thought but the thought of how good his tongue felt between my slit left my mind. 

************************************************************************

After he finished painting at church we met at his trailer at least 4 days a week. It was small but spotless. He taught me all kinds of things there. His favorite place to fuck me was in the tiny bathroom. We both could barely fit in it, and the sink had a large wall mirror in back of it which faced the door. He liked to light a candle and turn out the light. He would bend me slightly over the sink and start to play with my pussy from underneath then he would get on his knees stick his head up between my legs and start to eat me while I was standing. As soon as I felt his warm breath and the tip of his tongue my pussy got wet and wild. He especially loved to tongue fuck me this way. He would change the shape and size of his tongue from pointy to flat from fast to slow even the texture of his tongue gave me goose bumps. 

Afterward he would stand up and rub his dick head slowly against my hips on the back of my thighs, between my cheeks, then on and between my damp pussy lips. Once he was good and hard, and sure that I was wet enough, he would bend me over put his dick in me and reach behind him to close the door. This made us really close together he could barely move so he would fuck me from behind in a slow grinding motion that drove me crazy. What he liked best about this position was that he could fuck me, play with my tits and watch them in the mirror as he moved in and around my pussy. He always looked mesmerized which made him fuck me even slower and deeper. I loved it! I always came slowly that way but hard. Mack truly deserved a PhD in fucking. But he also did little caring things like put a pillow on the counter for me, have a fresh bar of soap and towels ready or something to eat and drink afterward. This really made me appreciate him. 

About 3 weeks after Mack and I were seeing each other. The choir and some of the church members were going on a bus trip to a gospel fest about 6 hours away. They chartered a bus which was to leave at 5 am. Both he and I were planning to go. I over slept and was the very last one to arrive at the bus. There were no seats left except the miserable back seats I hated next to the john. Mack was sitting there all by himself. 

"I got a seat right here." He yelled.

The Reverend was up front and feebly offered his seat I ignored him, then he looked slightly perturbed when Mack yelled out. I complained about having to sit near the potty and everyone laughed. "The early bird catches the worm the seniors laughed." I marched on back to sit with Mack. By now everyone was used to seeing us together because of the tutoring. So we fussed loud about who should have the window seat and Mack let me win. I was prepared for the air conditioned bus with a knitted afghan which was the perfect size for both of us to share. Most of the young people were sitting in the back of the bus with us and already snoring. The seniors were in front bubbly and chatting. I curled up in the fetal position with my back to Mack to get my last 40 winks. No sooner did I sit down and adjust the covers did he reach for my tits. I shoved his hands away and mouthed STOP. The last thing I wanted was the church bitches he had been servicing to suspect, that we were fucking. As it was, I got a bit too much attention as the church "Golden Girl" if they knew I was getting their good dick too, there would be hell to pay. I knew from seeing what they had done to other women, that a church bitch was the worst kind of bitch, pious, petty, treacherous and determined.

But Mack was determined that morning too. To make matters worse it was those early hours when I've since learned that older men like to fuck. So his hands were soon on their way back to my tits. I elbowed him again and rolled my eyes. Mack was un-fazed. I mouthed "please Mack" and tried to look pitiful. Soon I had to give in rather than create a scene. Knowing Mack, that had been his strategy all along. I don't know who said he was crazy, he might have been crazy but he was sure as hell was not dumb. So as usual he started with my tits- and very thoroughly I might add. Then he worked his way down inside my pants, squeezed my pussy and played with my clit. I was getting hot but I was still nervous as hell. Luckily I could still hear snoring from the teens and other twenty-somethings nearby. Mack knew how to work me up. I was soon steaming and I started to play with his dick, which was already hard. He whispered to me to change seats with him so that I would be on the aisle 

"No I don't wanna sit by the bathroom I whispered." 

He just lifted me so that I had to move or start drama. I got comfortable in the other seat but not for long. Soon I heard something like a candy wrapper and could see his hands moving under the afghan. Oh no! He is not gonna try to fuck me on this bus I thought. The next thing I knew he'd unzipped my pants pulled down my panties and reached under my ass to massage my pussy. It was working. Then he lifted my top leg to get my ass as close to him as possible. Then he used his hand to guide his dick inside me as far as it would go. Because of the awkward position he had to pretty much hold it or it would slide out Soon he was practically standing up and wearing the crazed determined horny look he often had. It was starting to get good and I was pushing back. He couldn't fuck me hard and fast so he's had to go slow and deep which always made me crazy. He reached for my clit again and continued to work his pussy magic. It started to contract. Thank Goodness for the afghan because I picked up a little speed. He grabbed me suddenly and made me sit in his lap. After he teased my clit with his dickhead a minute he slid his hard cock into me from underneath. 

It was the first time I'd ever had it like that and I liked it -- I liked it a lot. I think he must have hit my G-spot. Soon In spite of my fear I was rocking my hips grinding and making circles trying to get as much of the hard hot cock as I could. It was even steelier than usual and he loved that I was starting to respond. Soon my pussy starting its sucking motion and I could hear Mack make that hissing sound as he sucked in air through his teeth. That sound always made me hotter because I new what was coming. He would always start to pick up speed, then my pussy would clench even tighter in anticipation. Anytime my pussy sucked him Mack was off like a jet, so we just naturally fueled each other. I was nervous for a second but the feeling in my crotch won out. Soon Mack squeezed his legs together and started to rub my pussy with his open hand really fast and we both were gone. It was truly the Best I had ever been fucked so far. I didn't think his good dick could get any better. We both collapsed and he gently put me back down in my window seat. I was really sleepy then but I reached over to give his dick a squeeze and rub his thigh. Mack got up to use the john while I got my clothes together. When he returned He pulled me close too him and continued to play with my tits under the afghan until he too fell asleep. 

Shortly after daylight, Rev was the first to use the restroom. Mack and I were still under the afghan. I' was groggy but Mack was wide awake. He got up and just before Rev reached the lavatory door he said 

"Excuse me Rev just a sec, I just have to throw this away."

Mack dangled a rubber full of the biggest load of cum I have ever seen, then dropped it in the toilet without flushing. Rev looked at us both in disgust and then at Mack as if he wanted to punch him out. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to melt but Mack just looked smug. I couldn't believe he was such a shit starter. I gave him the dirtiest look I could find and didn't talk to him for the rest of the trip. On the way back it was dark again and he wanted more pussy or at the very least to play with my tits. He was as persistent as before and I was getting a little hot in spite of myself but that time I just elbowed him over and over again until finally I got tired and slammed him in his crotch. He left me alone after that. I was furious and so humiliated that Rev knew we had been back there fucking, practically right in front of the church members. 

I have to admit though, that was some memorable dick. 

It was true that Mack made my pussy sing, but I learned too late that he could be treacherous. The condom incident made me very wary of him from then on. He was persistent about us getting together again, but I always managed to have something urgent I needed to do as a ruse to avoid him. Especially since I knew then that his reason for being in the reading program was a lie anyway. 

Apparently the rumors about his eccentricity were true. I prayed daily for him not to tell anyone in church we had been fucking. I missed the great sex with Mack, but I also missed the fun, warmth, safety and security I'd always had with Rev. 

The Sunday after the Gospel fest was the first time Rev actually brought his rumored lady friend to church. She turned out to be very real. She was close to 40 I thought and all the things I hoped to be at that age. Beautiful, poised, intelligent, articulate, warm and classy. They looked wonderful together. I wanted to stab her right there in the sanctuary. Rev enjoyed showing her off, though he didn't appear to be in love I thought. That Sunday she wore an elegant pearl gray linen suit with a carnation pink silk blouse and pearls. She looked like a preacher's wife for sure, but I wasn't having it. I knew he loved me, I just knew it. As far as I was concerned, she was just seat filler for me, the real star in his life. I was really determined then to make him want me again. If nothing else I could make him lust for me...

There was this special chair at church that was in the very front on an angle facing the podium. Often visiting guest or someone preparing to make a church announcement would sit there. I remembered that in one of the Reverend's many stories he told me about different characters in the church community. He talked about a certain female minister who came quite often to sing. She was grossly overweight and filled the whole seat which was large enough for almost 2 people. He had said she often fell asleep and if her skirt was not really long, her thighs would relax and fall open; and he could see her "sun, moon and stars" he called it. He said it wasn't a pretty sight so he made a point to tell the ushers beforehand to give her a lap hankie. The cool thing about that particular seat was that no one in the congregation could see whatever it was you were doing sleeping or otherwise. It had a high wooden back almost like a wing chair and high arms on both sides. I had a plan. I would be making the announcement about the reading program's progress this Sunday so I could legally claim that seat.

I got there a little early just to make sure no one else beat me too it. I would be on the podium for a little while and I wanted to look my best, so I had my hair freshly braided for the occasion I opted to keep the braids long this time instead of shoulder length the way I normally had them cut. I thought they made me look like the classy editor of Essence magazine. I wore a white suit with a skirt that was just a little shorter and tighter than the "Golden Girl" normally wore. Both the jacket and skirt were fully lined and the jacket had a zipper instead of buttons so it fit a little snugger than a classic cut. Underneath I put on a smooth melon colored knit shirt that I rarely wore because it made my nipples shout. My nice round booty I knew would sway nicely as I walked in my four inch high heeled white mules. I also knew my skirt would rise about six more inches when I sat down. I thought I looked "Classy sexy" others might have described me as on the verge of slutty. 




The Preacher and A Virgin Ch. 02



Apparently the ushers knew my skirt would rise too, they offered me a hankie as soon as I got in the door. I sat in the visitor's chair and crossed my legs daintily at the ankles then draped the hankie over my lap. I made my announcement. The choir sang there was another announcement or two. And then it was only the Reverend left in the pulpit to preach. Soon I unzipped my jacket. And as I knew they would, my nipples were ready to wave at passersby; but they were even more prominent than usual because the air conditioning was up high. He looked my way several times in the course of speaking and I gently maneuvered my neckline a little lower so that a nipple was almost exposed. He looked slightly puzzled but still cool. He continued to preach. Then, I "accidentally" dropped the lap hankie. I made a production of reaching down for it because I knew the movement would distract him and he would have a great view of both fat nipples. When I reached down however, instead of just getting the hankie I reached quickly into my short tight skirt with two fingers and parted my pussy lips.

I had taken all the hair off a few days earlier to go swimming. So my pussy was bare and beautiful it looked like a fat baby's pussy. He had never seen it hair-less before; but he would this day because I wore no underwear. When I got up again I opened my legs so wide, that I could feel the cold air on my clit which made it hard. It definitely got his attention. I'd made certain that he saw my "sun, moon and stars." Then last, when he looked my way again, I made eye contact and a subtle but unmistakable motion with my hips. Then I closed the show. 

The Reverend always spoke flawlessly. I had never heard him miss a beat or look the slightest bit befuddled or loose his place in his notes the way some ministers did. He missed a beat for the first time that day. Then he shook his head and looked at me slightly annoyed. I was really proud of myself. I knew my ploy had worked, and he would need to see me again soon. I would be at church early on Wednesday night when he was there alone. 



The Preacher and A Virgin Ch. 03



Reverend Cherry couldn't believe that Vee had disrespected him and the Church that way. He thought that she had certainly lost all her dignity and possibly her mind. Maybe it was his fault, but he was still angry. He thought it bad enough that the little wench had actually fucked the janitor in front of him; and then again on the church bus practically in front of the members. But how dare she come into his house of worship and put on a display like a common whore. John Cherry was pissed off . But he was also stressed, depressed, jealous, confused and very horny. Every since the incident with Vee he had been in a smoldering rage. He didn't sleep well, he snapped at church members and he had to pray constantly to quiet his mind. Between the incident with Vee and the finality of his divorce, he was having a serious melt down. 

His rage had convinced him that he hated women. He hated his mother for being sick and abandoning him. He hated his grandmother for dying of a broken heart. He hated Vivian for loving her ambitions more that him. He hated Marvetta for unleashing his sexual beast. He hated Vee for being twenty two years old. But lately he hated himself most of all. 

It bothered him that he was a selfish coward and pervert...

It bothered him that he had been caught...

It bothered him that someone knew he was a common lech...

It bothered him that Mack found out...

It bothered him that Mack might tell other church members...

It bothered him that Vee offered herself to Mack...

It bothered him that he had watched and masturbated...

It bothered him that Vee saw him masturbating...

It bothered him that he didn't do more to stop them....

It bothered him that he was a hypocrite and let Mack do his dirty work...

It bothered him that Mack thought they were now equals...

It bothered him that he thought himself better that Mack...

It bothered him that Mack used Vee to avenge his imagined affair with his wife...

It bothered him that he had seen Vee's car at Mack's trailer...

It bothered him that Vee hadn't just given herself to some college boy...

It bothered him that he would have been bothered if she had...

It bothered him that he was afraid of Vee...

It bothered him that his Grandfathers story could be his own...

It bothered him that he didn't have a wife and helpmate...

it bothered him that he might never find another sex partner as good as his ex wife...

It bothered him that Marvetta kept getting remarried...

It bothered him that he was horny all the time...

It bothered him that he wasn't interested in the women who were interested in him...

It bothered him that the people in his congregation weren't intelligent and dynamic...

It bothered him that he sometimes felt like their mule...

It bothered him that he was having doubts about being their Pastor ...

It bothered him that it was possibly he who had destroyed his marriage...

It bothered him that he felt like a fraud when he had to counsel couples...

It bothered him that it mattered to him what people thought...

It bothered him that other ministers would never be as bothered...

It bothered him that he barely had the one flesh and blood being to talk too...

and it bothered him that all these things bothered him. He didn't have time he had a church to re-build.

He prayed and prayed about it that fateful Sunday afternoon and finally just admit to himself that he really wanted Vee but she was just not enough- not yet. She was a mere woman-child. An adult only by law. He had learned from his marriage that age did matter, and how important it was that a man and woman in love be able to synchronize their lives. He hated to fail at anything, so he made sure he rarely did. His divorce was a blow to his ego and the depths of his heart and soul. He vowed he would never fail at marriage again.

After the incident with Mack and Vee, Rev had very wisely sought and found a support group for clergy. He was just at the get acquainted stage so he hadn't shared a lot of what was on his mind yet, but his assigned prayer partner was a very attractive female assistant minister at a non denominational church in the next town. He was grateful to find her, though it seemed he was more of an ear for her than she to him most times. He accepted his fate however. He was used to being the dad, the rock, Mr. large and in charge. She was single, looked good, smelled good, was highly spiritual, and intelligent but for him there was something bland in her spirit that made him understand why he was always drawn to outspoken, independent women like Vivian and well...Vee. He would certainly have a lot to share with her that week.

After the display at church, he knew he needed to be the grown-up, stop avoiding both Vee and his feelings and finally have a serious talk with her. 

* * * * *

Vee

When I got home from church there was already a message from Rev on my answering machine. He asked me to meet him a little later that evening at our favorite ice cream place, which was just a walking distance from my apartment. He said we needed to talk. Yeah right, he just couldn't wait to fake fuck me again. I should make him wait I thought. But I called him back and agreed to meet. We decided on 6:30. It was a perfect summer evening. I decided to wear the same low cut top I had worn to church without the jacket of course and a long flowing gauzy printed skirt perfect for the warm weather. For good measure I decided to go panti-less again. The skirt was dark enough to get away with it and I knew it would cling to my butt as it jiggled and occasionally situate itself deep between my crack. I knew after all these months that although the Reverend loved my tits, he was without a doubt an "ass" man. I got to the ice cream palace at exactly 6:30. Rev was already there eating his usual double scoop vanilla cone. How boring I thought, and so like him. 

I waved and stood on line to get something for myself he came over to pay for mine and returned to the umbrella table. As I walked over to him I remembered that I was panti-less, so I purposefully posed in the setting sunlight while pretending to look for something in my purse. I knew that he would be able to see my silhouette through the gauzy skirt. And of course my breasts were shouting in the tight fitting top. He and several other men at the parking lot tables definitely noticed. I saw one or two of the men look at each other and another touch himself. It made me uncomfortable though I had long made peace with my body. Rev looked a little embarrassed. I had walked to the ice cream place so he suggested we go for a ride in his car. I agreed. 

I was in the car still eating my double scoop of rum raisin. I tried to make conversation but he was stiff and said very little. Just for the hell of it, I decided to eat my ice cream as if I was sucking a cock. I opened my mouth wide then slowly licked and sucked then pulled it out over and over until my double dip had a fat cylindrical shape. Then I looked down from the corner of my eye at his crotch. Bingo! there was a fairly large bulge in his pants - but his jaw was tight, and he looked as if he was seething. It was the kind of look your parents had when you were five and you'd acted up in public and you just knew you were due for an ass whipping when you got home. Oh well I thought, what could his boring ass possibly do to me but give me another lecture about maintaining my dignity and his expectations and hopes for my future. Blah, blah, blah... I tried again to make conversation but he was as stiff and un-responsive as he had been before. So I gave up and continued to work on my ice cream. 

"Where we going?" I asked.

"Not far." he said.

We had been on the interstate now for a good 25 minutes. Soon he got off. There was a Ramada Inn there at the exit. But he went over to CVS across the street.

"Do you want anything?" He asked tightly. 

"Some cinnamon gum please." I said. 

He came back very shortly and handed me the gum but I had no idea what he'd really gone in for or if he'd bought anything at all. He Drove over to the Ramada Inn, parked at the main entrance and went in to the desk. It took him a while but he returned with a key. Ha! I knew he just wanted to fuck I thought. The room was in the back of the complex He got out and motioned for me to follow him. I was actually excited to be with him again even if he wasn't his usual self. He opened the door to the room and he allowed me to enter first. 

No sooner did he close the door behind him that he grabbed a hand full of my braids wrapped them around his fist and threw me down on the double bed nearest the door. 

I winced in pain "Rev" I screamed "let go!" 

"Shut up." He said. 

He was on my back I could hardly move. 

"Rev please I begged that hurts I just had my braids done it hurts Rev."

He was merciless. He started to grind his cock that had been hardening in the car into my hips. Then he lifted my skirt and saw my bare ass. 

"Oh so you're ready for me huh?"

He had not changed after church so he let go of my hair to take off his suit jacket. I looked around to see him remove lube from his inside pocket. But this time he also had condoms. While he un-buckled his pants, I tried to get up to remove my skirt which was all bunched under me and making me very uncomfortable.

"Don't move." He said. 

I looked around at him. 

"I said don't move."

I was feeling very uneasy he didn't even sound like Rev his voice was mechanical and weird. I could hear him put on the condom then I could feel the cold stream of lube he usually put between my open cheeks; but this time he also put a generous amount near the entrance to my vagina and between my upper thighs. For just a minute his hands felt wonderful. I reached around; I wanted to hold him between my thighs so badly. 

"I SAID DON'T MOVE!"

His voice was like thunder and my heart started to pound. I felt really vulnerable not being able to see what he was doing.

He snatched off my skirt which luckily had an elastic waistband, soon he was naked and on my back grinding away again. It was at least nice and slippery this time. Then he got up to get two pillows from the bed. He put them on top of each other ordered me to lie on the pillows, which he adjusted under me. I was positioned so that my naked ass was practically in the air. I looked around to complain about it being cold and he thundered again 

"I SAID DON'T MOVE!."

Then he bent over, to open my legs and rub even more lube into my vagina. Suddenly he was on my back again pulling my hair even harder than before. He whispered in my ear:

"Since you want to be a whore, I will show you how a man treats a whore." 

He let go of my hair pulled my thighs apart then the lips of my vagina. He positioned his cock at the door it knew so well, he then let go of my hair and reached pass me to hold onto the headboard He pulled on the head board and began to climb inside me. Even with all the lube it hurt like hell. 

"Rev please not this way." I begged.

I wanted foreplay and holding and my usual clit massage the whole nine. 

"This is all about me, you are just my whore for the night, understand? Don't tell me what to do." He said

He started to pull on the head board again.

"Rev!" I yelled.

"What's wrong, you not woman enough?" He said.

He pushed, again, but his huge cock barely budged. It was just pass the door just enough to cause me discomfort. He pushed again and gained maybe another inch. It was torture. I started to cry.

"Rev please stop now, please."

"No" he said "you wanna be a good whore don't you? Good whores take all shapes and sizes." 

Then he said, "How would you have liked this in you for your first time?" 

All of a sudden I got it. It had taken Mack three hard strokes to get past my hymen and he wasn't nearly as thick as the Reverend, who I thought I wanted inside me so badly. It made me ache just to think about him popping my cherry. I was already open and his dick hurt like hell! 

"Ok Rev, Ok please stop." 

"I said don't tell me what to do." He said. 

He pushed again another inch. Finally he reached down to spread my legs apart again he pulled out of me and added more lube and put some on his cock. Then he lay on me again and positioned his fat dick head once again at the door to my pussy. He reached for the headboard and pulled hard then again, and again. I didn't think giving birth could be any harder I went limp and tried to relax thinking it would help. Then he made a hard push with his hips and he was in as far as he could go. 

He was breathing hard and just lay still for a minute to adjust. It occurred to me that he might be hurting too, I was so tight. He wound my braids around his fist again. 

"So whore how do you like this big dick inside you?" 

I said nothing so he jerked my hair.

"Answer me how do you like this dick inside you?"

"It's good Rev, it's good, please let go of my hair." I said coldly. 

He just pulled tighter and started to stroke in slow deep strokes he could hardly move. He let go of my braids and grabbed the headboard again and pushed then I could feel him lift his hips then he pushed again. Then he made a deep winding motion with his hips and pushed again. Finally I was getting looser but it still hurt like hell. He moved just a little easier each time. I thanked God for the lube. Soon he was moving smoothly in and out my tight pussy. 

Though I was in pain I thought I could feel my pussy suck once or twice. 

"Move" he said. 

"I can't' Rev." 

"I said move whore!" 

Then POW! He slapped my ass so hard it felt like Needles. 

"Owwww!" I yelled. 

I must admit the slap was motivating. I pushed my hips hard into his crotch. He leaned into my ear again. 

"Faster."

POW! He slapped my ass even harder

"Owwwww!"

I felt Pins. 

"Keep going," he said "faster." 

POW! -- his hands felt like a wet towel that time. 

I was doing the best I could for someone impaled. I had to stop to catch my breath. 

"Don't you dare stop." He said.

POW! -- A thousand bees.

"You know what, this is what you really need. How dare you act the fool in my church." 

POW, POW, POW! His heavy hands felt ten times worse that my grandma's peach tree switches.

"Rev Noooooooo!" I cried.

Soon he was meeting my motion and his dick was gliding in and out of me. All the lube made disgusting sloshing sounds but I was sooo grateful for it.

He held on to the bed tight again and started to fuck me even harder. I started to like it. And I thanked God he didn't have a free hand to hit my ass anymore. The lube was helping me move and I was pushing back hard in spite of my self. The slaps had my hips stinging still, but his dick was starting to feel the way I had always imagined his big black dick would feel inside of me. There was nothing at all "punk-ass" about his stroke. It was purposeful and powerful ,sensual,and self assured . It was obvious the Good Reverend knew his way around a pussy. I decided it was well worth the pain and the wait. I just wanted to change positions so that I could get even more of him I liked having him inside me that way. But I couldn't move my hips the way I really needed to in order to cum.

Soon I was begging, in a whisper.

"Fuck me Rev, Fuck Me give me all of your good dick. Fuck me Rev, Fuck me." 

Suddenly his voice changed, it was soft and warm. He leaned to kiss my neck and whisper in my ear again:

"Do you like it baby? You feel good too." He said.

His tenderness made me both melt and move faster. Then my pussy started to suck which made him start to move fast and talk dirty.

"Whose pussy is this baby? Whose Pussy is this huh?" 

I got so turned on at hearing "Mr. Vanilla Double Scoop" say "pussy" that mine started to clench. But I said nothing. He grabbed my hair again.

"Whose pussy is this huh baby?" He said softly, kissing my neck again.

I still said nothing just continued to move my hips. He started to fuck me even harder, then he wound my braids around his hand again.

"Whose pussy is this Vee?" He growled in my ear.

I wanted him badly, and I was glad he finally wanted to claim me at last; but I was hurt and angry still that he had called me a whore, that he had slapped my ass so hard, and also I was jealous. His dick was so good I wondered if he had been giving it all to the prim and proper bitch he'd brought to church or as Mack suggested some other women in the congregation and leaving me dry. I wanted him to hurt too. The tenderness in his voice moments before gave me a little courage, and I had at least a "teaspoon full of bitch" left in me still. So I whispered:

"Mack's." 

He stopped thrusting just for a moment 

"Whose?" He said.

He asked as if he hadn't heard me correctly, or maybe I had lost my mind. So the little bit of bitch left in me said it again:

"Mack's"

He said nothing; he just sighed deeply as if he had lost his patience. He took about five more furious strokes into my pussy and then pulled out of me. 

He then separated my cheeks, squeezed in even more lube, pulled off the condom, then slowly and carefully but very determinedly; pressed his hot, steely, fat cock into my ass. I only thought I was in pain before. Thank God for the lube I kept thinking. I never felt anything like it. 

"Rev no, Rev no Please Rev, Rev, Rev, Rev Pleeeeeease no!" I begged.

My ass was on fire but he pressed and pressed then he leaned down to whisper again in my ear.

"Mack left me a little something huh? It doesn't feel like you've had it like this before." 

I cried and he pressed harder. He was in. I felt as if I was sitting on a log. Then he asked in a matter of fact way.

"So tell me, whose is this?"

I said nothing.

"WHOSE IS THIS? I SAID!" 

"It's yours Rev." I whined. 

"Rev's not here. Say my name." 

I said nothing. 

"I said say my name whore."

He plunged hard for emphasis. 

"John" I said. 

I had never called Rev by his name before. I realized I had only seen it in print. 

"Say it again" 

"John" I said. 

"That's right, that's who I am to you tonight, Just John, your John, whore."

Suddenly he started to pump fast; I felt his body tense then something warm and wet in my bowels, it felt like a river. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Then he whispered in my ear:

"How do you like your john's hot cum inside you whore?" He said. 

I was still crying. Soon I could feel his dick start to soften and shrivel, and he pulled himself out of me. I was so glad it was over and I was ready to go. I desperately needed to use the bathroom. I felt as if I was going to have an accident.

"Rev I need to go to the bathroom."

"What's my name?" He said.

"John I need to go to the bathroom." I said. 

He let me up, I reached for my skirt but he snatched it away. 

"Take off your shirt." He said. 

"Rev I'm freezing, it's so cold in here."

"Who?"

"I mean John its cold I whined." 

"I said take your shirt OFF!" He yelled.

I took it off and went into the bathroom I could feel his cum dripping down the back of my thighs my teeth were chattering it was so cold I wanted a hot shower so badly. It was the first time I ever felt dirty or unclean with the Reverend. I sat on the commode and cleaned up as best I could, then I started to run the shower. I jumped suddenly when he came to the bathroom and flung the door open with such force that there was a loud bang and the knob made a dent in the wall. 

"I'm not finished don't get in that shower until I tell you to."

He was getting scary again.

"Rev please." 

"Who?" he said. 

He walked over to get in my face. 

"What's my name?" 

"John please let me wash." 

"When I tell you to shower you will, now get back on the bed." 




The Preacher and A Virgin Ch. 03



He went back to lay down and started to doze, he was so exhausted that he was on his back lying only halfway on the bed, but he woke up suddenly and put my clothes under his pillow. Shit! I didn't know where I would go but I was gettin' the hell out of there if he hadn't. My head ached, my twat ached, my ass ached, but most of all still my feelings. He had called me a whore it seemed at least a dozen times and it never hurt any less than the time before; especially because he so deliberately and emphatically pronounced whore in the Biblical way to make me feel like dirt. I had been around enough to know that in some circles being called a "ho" just meant you had a healthy sexual appetite.

I climbed into the other bed and got into the fetal position under the covers I was freezing. I drifted off to sleep finally for what seemed like hours; but I wasn't rested partly because I was still so cold and sore. I awoke to The Reverend climbing under the covers he was fondling my breast. Not the tender way he usually did it but rough. He sucked and squeezed ridiculously hard. His fat cock was getting hard again I could feel it, so I tried to "make nice" and stroke it. Maybe he would be the Reverend again I thought. He pushed my hand away. He then knelt over my chest reached for the lube, dropped a little between my breasts then ordered me to hold them together. I did but it wasn't tight enough. 

"Tighter" he said "and make sure it doesn't come out whore." 

I held them together as tight as I could and he started to stroke between my tits which were already sore from his sucking and groping. He stroked and stroked until finally he was coming I thought. He started to quiver then he moved down opened my pussy and came hard all over my clit and belly. He rubbed the cum hard into my clit with his dickhead and for just a minute the familiar clit massage felt great and I could feel my hips start to respond but when he saw I was starting to like it, he stopped. I lay there for a minute then asked to go to the restroom again. 

"No." he said "I'm not finished." 

He took another short nap with his soft dick against my ass and his arm across me so I couldn't move without waking him.

He woke again in about 40 minutes. He pulled the covers off me onto the floor he then knelt between my legs and opened them wide. He pulled my pussy apart again and started to lick my clit still a little wet with his cum. He was phenomenal, Mack had nothing on him. The good Reverend was also a world class pussy eater. When I started to moan he stopped to put a finger inside me, his usual test for wetness. I knew I wasn't wet yet it was mostly still lube there. 

"Do you like the way I eat your pussy?" he said seductively. 

"Yes Rev-I mean John."

"Too bad." He said.

He then started jerking himself when he got hard enough he put on a condom put my legs on his shoulders so that I was practically on my head and pushed his fat cock inside me again. It was a little easier but still not easy. I couldn't move. He watched and seem to enjoy when I winced in pain as he defiantly fucked me as hard as he could. He pushed his dick inside me so hard that the bed shook and the headboard rattled with every stroke. Then he came a third time. 

"I'm finished with Mack's pussy for now. You can take a shower now whore." He said spitefully. 

Finally I got into the merciful warm water. I had been washing for about 20 minutes and there he was again standing in the doorway jerking off. His dick was getting hard, I couldn't believe it. True he was in good shape, but My God! I had heard older men were only good for about two times. He got into the shower, grabbed me by the waist and bent me over. 

"Rev-John Please, please, please noooooo" I moaned.

He whispered in my ear:

"I'm only taking what's mine remember?" 

Slowly but insistently he pressed his heavy cock inside of me again and proceeded to fuck the billowy ass he loved so much, one more time. It almost felt good when he moved slowly but when he started to pump, my ass was on fire again. Finally His body jerked and there was the warmth and wetness, though not as much that time; thank goodness. 

After he came he pressed me face first against the shower wall and held and squeezed my soapy breasts, as he brushed his lips up and down my neck and rubbed his spent dick on and between my ass. The only sound was the spatter of the shower and me moaning as he squeezed my pussy and kissed me hard at the nape of my neck. Then he got out of the shower. He got a towel and could barely dry himself he was on the bed again knocked out cold. He started to snore so I reached carefully under the pillow for my clothes. I got dressed and just lie again under the covers and fell asleep to the miserable drone of the air conditioner. When I woke again he was getting dressed. Finally he said lets go. My body still ached but it felt good to get out of that room and back into the warm summer night. He took the key back to the desk and we rode all the way back to town in silence. 

I wept quietly all the way. Rev stopped the car in front of my apartment... Before I got out, he reached into his wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills. 

"Now remember what I said, since you have decided to be a whore, you will get used to that. That is the way men use whores."

He shoved the two bills into my shirt then he said:

"That's for your services whore, now get out of my car." 

The only thing I could think of to say to the minister was a teary but venomous:

"Fuck You!" 

I climbed out of the car slammed the door and walked toward my apartment. I had only taken a few steps when suddenly I felt the familiar searing pain in my scalp again. Rev had followed me out of the car. He grabbed my braids once more, and jerked my head around to make me look him in the eye. 

"Don't you ever curse me again -- EVER- do you understand?" He whispered in rage.

He jerked my hair again and pushed me toward my door. I felt like crap. 

As soon as I got in the door I pulled off my clothes and stuffed both the shirt and skirt in the trash. Then I ran the water for a bath while I sobbed and sobbed. 10 minutes went by and there was a knock at the door. I looked out of the window and I could see Rev's car. I was terrified. I looked out of the peephole and it was him.

"What do you want?" I sobbed. 

"Vee please let me in. I really do need to talk to you" he pleaded through the door in his normal voice. 

I don't know why, but I did open the door and ran sobbing into his arms like a two year old. He held me like a baby and began to apologize profusely. He held me so tight I could barely breathe. I remembered the tub and went to turn off the water he followed me in the bathroom and told me to get in. He washed me as if I were his child not his lover. He dried me off then carried me to my bed and lay with me fully clothed. 

He held me and we really did talk for hours about everything. Of course I got the lecture I expected about my dignity, being promiscuous, my promising future etc. But we also talked about the incident with Mack, the shame he had felt afterwards, how he had been to counseling since then, who the woman at church was to him, why Mack hated him so much, why he didn't take my virginity, His grandfathers drama, his hopes, dreams and what he really felt for me. For once he was totally honest, real and genuine with me. He was the Reverend I had always hoped to see. 

The next morning He was sleeping very soundly on his back in his T-shirt, and underwear. My body still ached, but I desperately wanted to have him inside me again. I began to stroke his soft cock through his boxers. Then I got under the covers dug it out and started to suck him awake. His dick began to respond. He woke up then.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" He said, and pulled me up to his chest. 

"You really like to "Do the Do" don't you baby?" He said.

I nodded yes. He laughed, then kissed me on the forehead and pulled me to him. 

"I'm gonna call you Turbo Pussy from now on. I love to watch that big butt wind up on my joint. Vroooom! Vvrooom! Vroooom! Urrrrrrrrrr...." 

I blushed and we both laughed.

"Say pussy again Rev."

"Pussy." He said. 

"Say it again Rev." 

"Pussssay!" He said. 

I loved him that way; he seemed so light and relaxed- finally.

That morning, Rev made love to me for the first time. He rolled me over on my back, then kissed all the places he had hurt the night before; gently but passionately as if to help them heal. He kissed my mouth, morning breath and all, and then he knelt between my thighs and gently began to kiss me there. After that it was the clit massage I loved so much; but for the finale that time he lay facing me and reached under my hips to place one of his open palms beneath each of my cheeks. In two short strokes he was all the way inside of a naturally juicy, lube-less pussy; and his powerful hard dick caressed it in a tender, loving, slow motion. I truly felt like a woman then, his woman; at last.



The Preacher and A Virgin



He secretly enjoyed her being filled and dripping with his cum, and so did she. They reminisced about their stealthy elevator session often. 

The miles between John and Vivian also took their toll. At first their mutual visits were frequent, though still no match for him being able to roll over any night and help himself to her body. He desperately missed his wife. In a while the arguments were more frequent, the sex less frequent and the chasm between them growing wider. It was three years, of living apart then the inevitable; they were discussing divorce. It took a while to make the decision but finally they did and began the necessary paperwork. The divorce was final just about the same time as spring break at Howard University. 

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The Virgin 

When John got back to his hometown Vee had been one of he more active members of the church youth ministry. She was unusually articulate and poised for a small town girl and very determined for her church not to be at the bottom of the heap. She was 18 years old at the time and he was amazed at her will power and stamina. He was reminded of his grandmother whom he had lost years before. For a teenager, she was also amazingly organized, efficient and able to inspire the other kids to action. Under her leadership their choir won the town's junior gospel choir competition 2 years in a row, after never coming near a win since the choir's inception. He could always count on Vee to get the job done. John could tell she had kind of a school girl crush on him and he was flattered but he easily fell into his familiar father / big brother role because of the difference in their ages: 22 years to be exact. 

Vee had been a change of life baby. Her parents were retired teachers in their early 60s. She had been a surprise after they'd lost their only child in a car accident years before she was born. Although they doted on her, at sixty something they weren't as sharp as they needed to be to keep up with her. She had been a very gifted and pleasant child but often willful and determined. Vee's life motto was "Where there a will there's a way." 

Although she came from a religious home, At 22 Vee had not yet lived enough of life to have fully developed spiritually. Like many her age in a small southern town, going to church was like to going to school. It was a requirement or expectation to be accepted into proper southern society, high, low or in between. She understood the power of prayer since she had seen her mother and grandmothers practically pull rabbits out of hats time and time again with their powerful prayers; but she had not yet acquired her own personal deep faith and understanding of the creator; which only time and surviving life's trials and tribulations would bring. 

The Reverend took a personal interest in her and was instrumental in her decision to go to Howard University. He used whatever connections he could make to be sure she got scholarships, financial aid and whatever else she needed to ensure her success. She came home on breaks and holidays frequently exhausted from the rigors of school life and he would listen to, and encourage her. In some ways he felt like Pygmalion she was moldable and so open and eager to please him. She wasn't altogether controllable however but very cooperative; Independent enough to be interesting, but dependent enough to make him feel in charge of their relationship. He had only to instruct her once or tell her a thing once before she understood or could apply it. It seemed with Vee he could accomplish in two or three days, what it took two or three months to do with most other members of the congregation.

Vee had made a point to spend time in the big city just learning. She had refreshingly interesting points of view on many subjects and quite honestly The Reverend had begun to look forward to her trips home just to have someone interesting to talk too. He had started to feel rather isolated in the small town after years of city living. So in addition to Vee being his right hand at church. They frequently just hung out together. They both loved their home town but also craved mental stimulation and variety. 

Vee's superstar qualities got her a reputation for being the church "golden girl". Luckily she was as likeable as she was dynamic. She was helpful to everyone and understood how to pacify and stroke the egos of those less gifted. She was seen by the church members as the Reverends little sister, though if had she been born a few years earlier She might have been the perfect Preachers wife. 

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Vee was anxiously looking forward to graduation. She hadn't planned to go home that break she had loads of things to do at school but her parents always begged her to come home for the holidays and the Reverend had a project with which he desperately needed her help. She loved that he needed her and that he seemed to appreciate her for the qualities she valued in her self. Her grandmother always told her she would find a nice man at church. 

Vee hated men her age they were fascinated with her body but totally uninterested in what she had between her ears. She tired of them very easily and let it be known at school that she was not into "free fucking" as she called it. She was known as stuck up, dyke and frigid but she had gotten tired of hearing all the stories on campus about repeat abortions, VD, liar's cheaters and all the other madness associated with casual sex. She was determined to save her body for someone she really cared for; and who cared for her. 

Venus Coakley was the rich brown color of maple syrup. She had full lips shaped liked cupid's bows and a dimple in her right cheek that would have the world convinced of her purity and innocence if it weren't for her deep, dark wise eyes. Though she was attractive overall, it was her breast in particular that drove men to distraction. They looked mouth watering. Like ripe half melons topped by fat juicy strawberries topped still by large dome shaped gumdrops. Her mother and grandmother tried hard to keep them under wraps. They'd bought every conceivable bra they could find but no matter what, Vee's breast wanted to be heard. Finally she got an idea. While her girlfiends "stuffed" to increase their bra size; she stuffed to camouflage her voluptuous nipples.

Vees tits were legendary they were the kind of tits men discussed over a 6 pack or in the barber shop. It wasn't until she was in her late teens that she decided "WHATEVER" they could look as long as they didn't touch. So she stopped stuffing and in fact she often went braless - when the matriarchs weren't around of course.. She began to like the attention. Her girlish plumpness turned into lush womanly curves and to go with her tits she soon had a gorgeous round behind and thick shapely legs to hold it up. . Everything was in the right place; and the dirty old men in town were always on the prowl. 

When a senior in high school she had been desperate to get a boom box. She was too busy preparing for college to work part time and the baby sitting money wasn't coming in fast enough. One Saturday she asked several of her neighbors if she could rake their leaves. She found five customers on her street alone, but she was exhausted after the second yard. The third customer was a couple she didn't know well and whose kids were away at school. After she finished the yard she knocked on the door for her pay. The man of the house answered. It was Mr. Sleigh an average slightly overweight, balding middle aged man. little did Vee know he was one of her biggest "fans." Apparently Mrs. Sleigh wasn't in. He invited her in the house and asked her to sit down while he went to get the money. She was really tired and more than happy to sit. Soon Mr. Sleigh came back with twice as much money as they had agreed upon. Wow that's a big tip she thought. 

"Vee, if you let me see those pretty tits you can have the whole thirty dollars."

She was so used to lechers by then, she wasn't the least bit moved. The boom box was 80.00 she had already earned thirty. Thirty dollars more meant she was more than halfway. She was sick of raking leaves. And at $15 per yard; she realized too late why everyone thought she was such a bargain. She remembered the porn movie she and her friend Angel had snuck to watch on her brothers VCR. 

"OK she said, but I'll let you suck 'em too for fifty". 

She felt a little sleazy, but oh well if he was willing to part with hard earned cash to suck her tits she would take it. No matter what she would always have her tits they weren't going anywhere; but his money damn sure was. 

He smiled slyly "You something else girl" he said 

Then he went to get the extra money. She was so glad to sit down she let him suck and fondle her tits for a full thirty minutes and he looked like he was in heaven. He actually made her pussy a little wet; he was a pretty good titty sucker she thought. It was the first time she realized how sensitive they were. He asked then if he could rub his "thing" on her nipples. She had reservations but was considering it when they heard his wife drive up. She pulled her baggy shirt down, boldly squeezed the bulge in his pants and winked:

"Next time, I gotta go." She said.

He looked grateful for the possibility and pissed off that his wife had shown up. So anytime Vee had to do a little fundraising from then on, she asked Mr. Sleigh first. She would let him suck her tits and after they were wet, rub his dick head on her puffy nipples. When they got to know each other a little better, and he was feeling extra generous, she even let him feel her plump hairy pussy while he sucked them. She would unzip her jeans and just let him slip his free hand down in her panties to stroke her moist kitty. Vee was surprised that she actually liked the feel of his fat fingers squeezing her pussy and massaging her clit; and he loved the feel of Vee's tender flesh.

Once, under the pretense of borrowing his rake they met at his workshop which was in a corner of his dim musty basement. They sat on an old sofa and he sucked her tits and played with her pussy until they progressed to dry humping. Vee was enjoying it and reached into his underwear to feel his clammy dick which was growing hard. He was delighted by Vee's touch and quite naturally Mr. Sleigh then wanted to put his short fat cock in her kitty; but Vee wasn't having it. 

The smell of her hot pussy drove him wild though. So he held her down, pulled down her underwear then his, placed his fat little dick between her pussy lips and continued to hump. Vee protested at first but started to like the feel of his dick head on her clit and the way it moved up and down so smoothly between her slippery lips. She started to hump back. Mr. Sleigh got into a good rhythm, and soon Vee came. He came shortly afterward, all over her clit and in her bush. That was the first time she had ever experienced a man giving her an orgasm and the feel of sticky cum. She panicked because she knew from health class what fabulous swimmers sperm were; but Mr. Sleigh graciously cleaned up the mess with a roll of shop towels he had nearby. 

They met in his basement a few times after that and masturbated each other the same way. She would go to the back of his house and climb down the stairs. He always had the door cracked and she could see the dim light inside. He would greet her by pulling down the front of his sweat pants and waving his hard dick as she entered. He loved hearing her giggle at his antics. He would reach under her baggy shirt to feel her tits as soon as she walked through the door, and begin to hump her ass. Then he would lay her down on a dark colored sheet he used to cover the battered old sofa, take off her shirt and masterfully go to work on her nipples.

After he'd had enough, he'd unzip her pants and slide them and her underwear down to her knees. He would use his fingers on her pussy for a while, but soon he would take out his fat little cock and plant it again firmly between her warm wet pussy lips. His humping technique worked unfailingly and Vee was starting to look forward to their sessions more than just for the cash, but since she would never allow Mr. Sleigh's dick or even his tongue full access to her pussy, he soon felt he wasn't getting his money money's worth. He was decidedly more frugal than horny, so their "understanding" didn't last for long. Meanwhile Vee's parents where proud that she had worked for her boom box instead of asking them. They thought it showed character. 

Vee got home from Howard on Friday night, the week before Easter. The following day Reverend Cherry was in the barbershop for his usual Saturday haircut. He sat in the chair closest to the shop Window. Vee walked by the shop, they saw each other and waved. She came into the shop nodded hello to all and then chatted with the Reverend. They talked a minute or two, and on her way out she bumped into another of her local "fans," who was staggering his way into the shop.

"Lawd have mercy if I could just wrap my tongue around those pretty titties just one time I'll die a happy man." He said looking back at Vee. 

There was an uncomfortable hush in the shop because they knew John was a minister and that he was also Vee's Minister. But the drunk continued: 

"I bet she got a snappinpussy to go with them titties too and she ain't jail bait no more thank God. I got plans, I'mma git me some a that dammit."

There was embarrassed laughter over the drunk's trash talking. John was embarrassed too but decided it was best to ignore it since the patron's sobriety was in question. But it was the first time he ever had to acknowledge Vee as a woman and sexual being. On some level of course he always noticed but he would not accept it. Suddenly he felt heat in his crotch and it was then he realized how much effort he had put into ignoring her body; especially since he and Vivian had stopped sleeping together.

Because he was a minister dating in the small town was virtually impossible he felt. When his need got unbearable he had taken several trips to Atlanta to visit Marvetta but she had recently re-married. His long dry spell made Vee tempting, but he just couldn't do it. He loved Vee like a little sister; and always at the back of his mind was the drama his Grandfather had suffered with his young lover. Although their situations weren't exactly the same he felt they were too close for comfort. The last thing he could handle would be the stress of any kind of scandal especially now while healing from his divorce. 

Although he knew Vee had a crush on him, what he didn't know was that it was her intention to loose her virginity to him. Her 22 year old woman's mind had convinced itself that he was the man for her. Vee felt a little guilty, but she was honestly overjoyed when she heard through the church grapevine that he was officially divorced.

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When Vee was in town it was expected that she would show up on Wednesday nights to help the Reverend prepare the program for the coming Sunday service. This would be the Wednesday before Easter Sunday so she knew there would be a lot for her to do. She bathed and scrubbed and polished herself to perfection. Then she chose a short-ish skirt and close fitting red top that often got her compliments. They showed off her crazy nipples to perfection when she wore no bra; but she wasn't crazy, she new her mothers' and the other tongues at church would wag forever if she showed up like that. So she layered a loose fitting light weight gray sweater over her top. 

The small office in back of the choir stand got quite hot and taking off her sweater would be the perfect opportunity to show off her tits then when she and the Reverend were alone. She knew he noticed them. He often ogled as much as the other men in town, he was just a little more subtle. Vee doubted that he even realized he was looking sometimes. But she knew. 

Wednesday night service came around The regular secretary was relieved to see Vee so she could get home and not be tortured by the anal Reverend Cherry's never ending revisions to the program. The Reverend was just as excited to see Vee. He knew she would have it done to perfection in no time. The Choir was rehearsing as they worked on the program, then they left in waves of 2, 3 and 4. Then Mack the church sexton was the last to leave, and finally they were in the building alone. 

Vee's fingers flew across the keyboard as the reverend made change after change. She asked him to get her a coke and he happily obliged. The drink machine was in the Fellowship hall a few doors down. When he returned he found Vee had removed the baggy sweater and was wearing only the red top and her short-ish skirt. He could plainly see the layers of her unusual breast and in spite of himself his cock grew hard. Vee expected him to get hard. She knew what effect her breast had on men and the Good Reverend was still a man after all. 

He handed her the coke and purposely stood behind her so that she could not see his hardening dick. Vee got up from the desk with her coke in hand and held her head back to take an exaggerated gulp. Her voluptuous tits looked like mini mountains on her chest and the perpetually swollen aureoles and puffy nipples screamed for his attention. The good Reverend turned around so that his back was to her and sat on the conference table pretending to read. Vee smiled to herself. She was still a virgin but she knew a man trying to hide a hard on when she saw one. 

"Uhmmm this is so good, my goodness I was thirsty thanks Rev."

He responded with a grunt, still pretending to proof read. 

"Rev is it true your divorce was final this week? I'm so sorry I guess it must be like mourning in a way. I know you really loved Vivian."

Suddenly the mood in the room changed as if a pall was hung from the ceiling. At the mention of Vivian, The Reverend put down what he was reading, got very still, and then started to weep. He hadn't actually heard anyone else say her name in years he thought. He wanted to cry out loud like an infant but in every effort to maintain his dignity, he put a hand over his eyes to hide his tears; and stifled his need to cry out into heavy irregular breaths. Vee was stunned. She never expected that kind of reaction. She was just being polite and showing concern she thought. She knew he loved Vivian but until that moment she had no idea how much. Instinctively she went over to put a hand on his shoulder. Tears were raining through his fingers. And she could almost hear him sob. 

"Rev, Rev Oh I'm so sorry" Vee said. She felt terrible for having touched his sore spot.

She walked around to hug him but she wanted to remove his hand from his face, and look into his eyes. At first he resisted then just gave in when she determinedly began to pull his fingers away. 

"Its gonna be OK Rev. I know it, just pray and He'll make it alright".

Then she hugged her big brother with all her might. She felt so protective of him at that moment. She t rubbed his back and held him while he sobbed She had never loved him so much as at that moment. He felt like her baby, her father, her brother and lover; all the men a woman could love in one. She lifted his face at his chin and first kissed a tear then she kissed him softly on the mouth. It took them both by surprise when the Good Reverend responded by kissing her back. Vee then broke their kiss and held his head to her breast. Comforting him made her feel womanly; and he loved the feeling of being cared for, her warmth and genuine concern for his well being. He was the all powerful large and in charge minister, but Vee made him feel so much less lonely. He realized then how much he looked forward to her visits. 




The Preacher and A Virgin



She started to gently rock him and he had to break her hold. Being that close to her breast made him suddenly rock hard. He tried to hide it but it was getting painfully obvious-literally. Vee saw it and touched his growing erection. It was like electricity. At seeing his dick respond, Vee touched it again this time a little longer. She leaned to kiss him again and he kissed her back. Then Vee reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. He let her. It never occurred to her until that moment that she had never seen or even heard about him with a woman since he and Vivian separated. She wondered how long it had been since he'd' had sex. Surely he would want to be with her. She separated his trousers at the waist and began to caress his hard cock through his underwear...

Vee

Mack the church sexton was always the last to leave before the Reverend and me. He would always walk heavily toward the back room and we could hear the heavy assortment of keys he wore jangling as he approached.

"Ok Rev I'm Going now." He'd say.

The Reverend would yell back at him

"Ok Mack see you Sunday." 

Rumor had it that Mack was kind of "off". He had been in Vietnam and had serious PTSD issues, but the church community was determined to save his soul. He was also known to have an eye for the ladies, and was especially fond of certain young women in the congregation. In addition to keeping the grounds, he was also frequently hired by church members to do odd jobs. True he was known as crazy and stories were plentiful about his eccentric behavior, but he had a reputation for being quite the "maintenance man" I'd heard that he may have been more than one kind of plumber for a few of the man-less church sisters,

"Mack had probably been good looking in his day. He was old to me, but probably just a little younger than the Reverend, maybe forty. He had a deep brown complexion, and jet black hair that was graying at the temples, but it was always neatly trimmed in contrast to his perpetually dusty skin and work clothes. He looked pretty good on Sundays though in shiny shoes and a cheap, but well fitting suit.

The only thing that kept him from looking less that distinguished was his three missing teeth. The church ladies nagged him constantly about going to the VA for some new teeth, but he was petrified of the dentist and was never really convinced that improving his smile would improve his life in any way.

He had all he ever needed; food to eat, a roof over his head, a job, liquor, and most important, plenty of hungry pussies to satisfy. Mack lived in a trailer near the church. He had been married but his wife had left years ago after one too many of his PTSD episodes. Oh well, her loss, the church ladies gain. 

Mack was taller than the reverend though not really tall, with a thin muscular country boy's build and as strong as an Ox. I can remember seeing him lift various heavy objects around the building and being amazed at the ease in which he did. He was known to be very hardworking at church and determined to finish all he started on a given day. So when Mack finally yelled his goodbye each Wednesday night, like Pavlov's dogs my pussy began to salivate. We were alone at last. That was the cue for the Reverend and me to commence our lovemaking ritual. 

It was the summer after graduation. And much to my frustration, the Reverend was still annoyingly restrained and cautious; we never once went "all the way." Each night after Mack left The Reverend would walk out of the room and down the hall to watch Mack drive away. As an extra precaution he would walk through the sanctuary and the main hall to make doubly sure we were alone. By the time he was back, there was real "ambience" in that room behind the choir stand. 

I would turn every light off except the desk lamp which I swiveled to face the wall, and the musky aroma of my rapidly heating pussy I'm sure filled the room. I would keep my shirt on but remove my bra so that he could feel right away that my nipples had been waiting. I'd be facing the window when he came in so that I had my back to him. I loved it when he would come up behind me with his pants down and press his warm hard dick still in his underwear against my ass.

He would start to slowly grind up and down. Immediately I would feel the temperature of my pussy rise even higher as it pulsed and oozed in my panties. I would press my hips to him to make him even harder, then quickly move away to lift my skirt, and pull down his underwear. He loved that I wanted him, I could tell. And I really loved the feel of his moist heavy dick trying to work its way between my thighs. The head it self was huge and rather flat. It reminded me of a stingray and seemed to have a life all its own. I just could not figure out where he kept it all. When fully clothed, there was no clue that his package was so large. The size was amazing. Up until then I had only seen two very average sized cocks. 

After I'd removed his underwear, He would pull my underwear down, but never completely off. Then he'd pull my cheeks apart to drip a generous stream of lube into the darkness. Then very forcefully he would grab me at the waist and bury the stingray deep inside my moist crack, but only for a minute as if to warm it up. He would then begin to take long deep slow stokes upward as he braced himself against the wall and I leaned into his groin. Soon after he would reach for the plump nipples he had been eyeing all evening and gently caress them from behind as he continued to slide his dick up and down between my cheeks. Then he'd turn me around to suck and lick my nipples until they were soaking wet with his spit, red, sore and even puffier than before.  

It was when he turned me around to work on my tits that I finally got to feel his hard dick at least near where I really wanted it to be. He would always turn me around again though and bury his dick between my ass once more. As he continued to glide he would eventually reach into the front of my panties, gently slip one finger on my clit and in a slow motion, knead my fat pussy like bread dough. It was perfect. His thick fingers were artist at work. He was even more talented than Mr. Sleigh. His firm indirect stimulation of my clit was just what I liked. He would squeeze for a while, then open the palm of his hand, and very slightly open my pussy at the spot just above my clit and rub. All the while his hard cock was still sliding up and down between my cheeks in search of satisfaction. 

Soon he would tell me in a breathy whisper to open my legs. Then he'd stick his longest finger inside me as if to test the waters. If I seemed really ready, in an instant he would have me on my back on our trusty stack of pew cushions. By then he was usually rock hard and fat my God! Just looking at his stiff heavy cock made me horny as hell. I loved that it seemed to dance at the sight of my wet pussy it made me feel truly sexy. As I lay on my back with my legs apart, he would kneel between them and take the thickening head of his dick in one hand and dip it ever so carefully into the entrance to my pussy, just enough to get it good and wet. He would do this until I could see the sheen of my juices on him. He would then spread the lips of my pussy and slowly rub the head of his cock in a slow circular motion on my clit. My wetness made his motions velvety smooth, so he would dip over and over again to keep his flow. 

When all his teasing made my hips start to spin, he would then take his swollen head and rub it back and forth across my clit at lightning speed until I came. He'd stop once or twice just to watch me squirm and beg him to put his fat dick in me. I would always grab it and try to force him inside. I almost made it once or twice but he always pulled back. Once when he wouldn't fuck me, I actually grabbed it and got two or three long sucks till I almost gagged. I believed he wouldn't be able to resist me then, he looked ecstatic but still he pulled way. 

His routine was always the same the dips, then the crazy fast clit massage. I guess seeing me so turned on is what made him hot. After I came at least once, he would flip me over and press his thick dick high between my slimy thighs, just grazing the hot swollen lips of my pussy. As he flipped me over on my stomach he would open his hand wide, fully envelope my twat and continue to knead as before. He pressed his hands hard but moved them slow as he pumped his huge dick in and out of my warm imitation pussy. He masturbated me better than I did myself. 

For once I was glad for the thick thighs I'd always hated. I would squeeze them together as tight as I could to make him cum as hard as he made me cum. I'm sure the steady sucking motion of my pussy's contractions also served to get him off too. The heavy wad of cum he left between my legs was my reward, and he was always more than generous. I loved when he whispered into my hair afterward: 

"Thank you baby"

as he slowly rocked out of those last few strokes. He always lay there on top of me for a few minutes after. Feeling the weight of his warm, hard body on mine and his mushy dick pressed against my hips; gave me an indescribable kind of peace. I just lay contentedly under him and schemed on ways to make him hard again soon. I felt safe with the Reverend respected, protected, and strangely satisfied for a woman who had never been officially fucked.



The Preacher Ch. 01



Thank you Lady D for your help.

Jack sat in the plush velvet chair with his head lowered; the sweet sounds of the church choir filled his ears. His long, thick black hair fell across his closed dark eyes. He held the thick; leather covered Bible in his hardened hands. Hands that only ten years ago were used to kill anyone that stood in the way of completing a mission. Now, the hands were used to save people and bring them to GOD.

The sweet song ended and Jack walked his solid six foot two inch tall body to the pulpit and began his Sunday sermon. After his sermon on saving lost people ended he went back to his chair and thought to himself that he really wasn't doing anything to help the lost people in the world, only the rich and snobby people in his church. He needed to go to the city and save people there. That was his dream when he went to the Lord, not nursing a bunch of rich hypocrites. The choir sang another of Jacks' favorite songs and he thought back to when he met his wife.

He drifted back in time to the night he met her...

He was in Seminary College when he met his wife, Hillary, in a singles bar. He and others from the Seminary College were spreading the word of the Lord. At the time she was so sweet and full of love. 

The men young men from the Seminary walked into the dim lit bar, hard Rock music came from the jukebox. Smoke rushed from the open door and out into the night. Couples were snuggled together; some danced while others just talked. A few rough looking men were in the back of the bar were playing a game of pool. The kind of men just last year Jack would be fighting with to see who was the best man.

That's when Jack saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life sitting alone under a neon beer sign. Jack walked towards her. "Hello." Jack said to the beautiful woman. Her soft auburn hair lay across her thin shoulders. "Can I sit with you a minute?" he asked the very sexy looking young lady. All the time his dark brown eyes were filled with her low cut see-through blouse that covered her white body. Her firm pointed breasts were the envy of every woman in the bar.

She smiled at him seeing his eyes glued to her pride and joy. She had gotten anything she ever wanted with her warm smile and her wonderful breasts. "Sure handsome, have a seat." She looked over the tall dark man and it sent a rush between her lonesome legs.

"We're here spreading the word of the Lord and to invite you out to the college for a wonderful Sunday of preaching, a big Bar-B-Q and a dance this Sunday." He said, moving his eyes to hers. He could feel blood blast to his large member. He hadn't been with a woman in two years.

She smiled thinking of herself with a bunch of 'Bible thumpers' as she called them. Living in the town a person got used to the constant harassing from the men at the Seminary. "Well, Sir, you haven't even told me your name and you want me to go out to your all's Bar-B-Q and dance." she paused for a second. "Aren't you a little old to be a running around with all them little boys? " She said giving him a wink with one of her big, blue eyes. She was only 22 years old herself, but she loved being with an older man.

He laughed when she said 'little boys' that's what he called them. He felt like their big brother and in some cases, their Dad, he was so much older. "I'm Jack Watson. Yes, I'm older than them, I got a late start." 

"I'll say you did." She smiled again looking at his face wondering what was inside this good-looking man. "What if a girl showed up late, missing all the preaching and just came for the cook out and to see a very handsome man. Would you all mind?"

Her words made his long penis strain to free its self from his jeans. She wanted to come and see him. "I wouldn't mind that at all." A big grin filled his face and more blood somehow found it's way into his now throbbing member. "By the way, what's your name?" he asked giving her firm breasts another quick look.

"I'm Hillary Young." She replied looking at his eyes on her breasts. "Mr. Jack, my face is up here." She teased him as he enjoyed the view on her delightful breasts. She just loved it when a man looked at her this way and this man had to have been horny as hell being out at the Seminary so long. He would give her the hard loving making session she longed for so much.

Jacks' face was bright red. "I'm ummm, I'm ummm sorry." He stuttered, feeling like a little boy that had been caught looking up his teachers' dress.

"Oh Mr. Jack, it's quite all right. I just love a good-looking man looking at me." She gave him another of her sexy winks and she felt like she had wet her new panties he turned her on so much.

"JACK! LET'S GO!" one of the students yelled across the noisy bar.

Jack had a disappointed look on his face. "Well, I guess I have to go now, Hillary. Will I see you Sunday?" Jack asked slowly standing up. He was hoping she would come to the seminary.

"Mr. Jack, wild horses couldn't keep me away!" she told him looking at the huge swelling in his pants. It looked like a baseball bat with a big apple at the end of it. She had always been a good teaser and his massive erection she knew she had teased him well...

Once again the choir ended their heavenly song and Jack walked back to the pulpit. "I'd like to thank you all for coming this Sunday and remember that there won't be a service tonight. Brother William, will you dismiss us please?"

2.

After church Jack stood by the door telling all the church members good-bye. Each one paused to tell Jack how much they enjoyed his sermon, but he knew they were just glad to get out of church. When everyone had left he locked the large church and headed to the car.

Hillary stood by their brand new BMW. "What and the 'fuck' was that all about?" she snapped at him giving him her usual hateful look. She sucked the cigarette blowing the smoke into Jacks' face.

"What was what?" he replied. "Do you mind not using that word, please!" he fanned the smoke from his face; she knew he hated her smoking but she kept doing it out of spite. The last few years she would do anything she could think of to make Jack mad.

She gave him another dirty look. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she yelled at him. "How's that?" she snapped jerking the car keys from his big hands. "You keep giving sermons on not doing what GOD told his people to do, we're going to be out on our asses!"

"That wouldn't bother me in the least. You know I really want to go where I'm needed. Not here, on the streets of the city." He looked at the face he had loved so much, now he could barely stand to look at her. He only pleasure the two shared was sex, hard, fast, animal sex.

She laughed so hard she had to grab her stomach. "You'd give up one of the biggest churches in Georgia? We have over 5,000 members that donate some 20,000 dollars every week. The same 20,000 dollars that you get 10 percent of giving you 2,000 dollars a week."

"Yes! Money's nothing if you're not happy." He replied giving her a sad look. She was so money driven it hurt to be with her. "You drive, I'm tired." He told her.

She flung open the car door and jumped in letting her skirt move up to her stocking covered thighs. "Jack, what would make you happy?" her hand caressed his face. "We used to love each other so much. I hate to keep living like this." Little tears formed in her blue eyes. She loved him so much when they were first married that when he was in classes or working it felt like someone had cut her heart out of her body, leaving a large void in its place.

His big hand covered hers and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Having us in love again would be very nice and," he paused thinking that she would start yelling again.

"What? Just tell me Jack, anything you want to I'll do just to get us back together." She sobbed and fell into his strong, sure arms that she missed being in. She missed him taking her to their room, loving her for hours at a time. She missed feeling his long manhood buried deep in her burning body. 

Jack hugged her sobbing body close to his. He too missed loving her and making love to her beautiful, sexy body. "I want to go into the city one night a week." He hugged her again, this time his hand landed on her supple breasts. Sending a rush of excitement through both their bodies.

"Jack, I want to go home." Her tiny hand moved to his growing penis. She gently gave it a squeeze. "I need you so bad I hurt!" by this time she had begun to stroke it in his silk boxer shorts.

Jack gasped at her soft touch. She had always known how to please him and get about anything she ever wanted from him. "I love it when you touch me like this." He moaned in the beautiful new car that Hillary had received from their last anniversary. He knew it was too much but she had a way to get things from him that he couldn't refuse.

"Oh really?" she whispered in his ear as her hand had now found its way into his pants. "Does that mean we can get really nasty today? The way I like it?" the way she liked it was, dressing up like a little schoolgirl and have him spank her or like a cheep streetwalker, a hooker. In truth, he liked both ways she dressed.

Jack slid his hand under her blouse and cupped her inflamed left breast. "Sure! It's been a long time since we played your little games. It'll be nice getting wild with you." He said giving her hard nipple a little pinch and he leaned to her soft pink lips, kissing her deep.

Hillary had them home in less than ten minutes, compared to their normal 30-minute drive from church. "You sit and relax, I'll go get ready." She said as she pushed him into their very lavish home and she ran her petite body off to get ready. He loved watching her firm little ass and her sexy slender legs. She could always turn him on.

He sat in the dark living room waiting for her to return. He knew it would be awhile because she loved dressing up and made sure things were just right for him.

3.

Jack closed his eyes and drifted back to Seminary College...

It was a warm May, a Sunday afternoon, a perfect day for a Bar-B-Q. Jack stood over the large grill flipping hamburgers and rolling the fat hot-dogs across the fire. Sweat ran from his forehead and into his eyes as he looked around the grassy picnic area looking for a beautiful auburn haired girl. He could only think of the incredible girl that he'd met last week. He even failed an important test he was thinking of her so much.

"Looks like you need a cool glass of sweet tea." A charming voice said from behind him. "And, maybe someone to steal you away from this ole' hot grill for awhile." Hillary smiled walking around Jack handing him a glass of cold tea.

Jack gently took the glass from her. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He said looking over her wonderful young body. She wore a very thin, white summer dress that was about thigh high and very low cut across her breasts. It sent a rush of blood to his large, thick member.

"Oh, Mr. Jack, I'd never miss a chance to see you again." Said with a big grin. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked over his strong body. She didn't get a very good look at him in the dim lit bar last week. She loved his broad shoulders, his thick chest, his thin waist and the large treat that was concealed in the front of his pants, the treat that she needed in her young body. She needed a true man to satisfy her burning needs.

Jack waved to one of the other students. "Take over, I have a guest to attend to." Jack told the young man. "Miss. Hillary, shall we get some lunch and take a walk down to the lake?" he asked with a big smile. Making sure he looked at her eyes and not to her gorgeous breasts.

"I think that would be just wonderful, Jack." She said putting her arm around his and they got their lunch and walked down the hill to the lake. "This is so beautiful. I'm glad I came." She gave Jack a very sweet smile.

He held her hand as she sat under a big tree facing the big lake. "I must say I'm very glad you came. I've been thinking of you a lot this week." He didn't want to tell her he failed a test thinking of her. Thinking of her perky breasts, her pretty blue eyes and her pretty smile.

"I hope they were 'good' thoughts." She replied taking a bite of food and giving him a little wink. She really hoped he had thought of throwing her on the ground, ripping off her clothes and raping her as hard as he could.

Jack just looked into her blue eyes. "They were 'very' good thoughts," thoughts of making hard, passionate love to her for hours and hours at a time.

She leaned very close to Jack wiping a spot of mustard from his lip and whispered. "When we're finished, I think we should find someplace a little more private so we can share our thoughts." Her hand shook with excitement as she took another bite of food; the thought of him taking her raced through her mind. Thoughts of his big hands squeezing her breasts and that large tool in his pants rammed deep in her body.

After they finished lunch Jack stood up and reached his hand to Hillary. "Shall we take a walk around the lake?" he asked pulling her up and into his arms. Her firm breasts pushed into his chest, sending a rush of blood straight to his lonely shaft.

Her graceful arms wrapped around his waist. "Will I be safe walking around this big ole' lake with you or shall I worry about being molested?" she said in a teasing voice and her little hips just happened to push into his growing member. Bright lights flashed in her eyes when she felt the hard, long monster against her body.

"Oh Miss. Hillary, you should be very worried about being molested, but I'll do my utmost to protect you." He replied flexing his hard member into her warm sex.

The couple walked around the lake holding each other's hand and exchanged small talk with each other. Once they reach the far side of the lake, Jack pulled Hillary into his arms his big hands moved to her tiny bottom, he gently caressed it as they looked into each other's eyes. He could feel her tiny panties through the thin dress and his fingers began to trace the delicate seam around her tiny, firm bottom.

She gasped for air as his strong fingers traced her thin panties, sending chills through every inch of her body. "Oh, Jack! Yes! Yes!" she moaned out pushing into his hard, thick member. Her body was on fire for this wonderful man, she needed him, now!

She dropped to her knees in front of, Jack. She slowly unzipped his pants; and reached inside grasping his large penis and pulled it free. She held it in her hands, taking in its beauty. "Miss. Hillary," Jack said caressing her soft hair. "I hope you know what you're doing." 

"Oh, yes! I plan on raping you, Sir. Right here, right now!" she replied as she inhaled Jacks long, thick manhood, sucking it down her silky throat. Her gentle blue eyes watched Jacks face as she pleased his lonely manhood.

Jack could only watch as the beautiful young lady ate his thick penis. Her mouth worked up and down his long shaft, sucking as hard as she could. His big hands caressed her face as his release was nearing. "Oh, beautiful girl! Stop, I'm about to cum!" Jack told her, trying to pull from her soft and warm mouth.

"Mmmm, I don't care. Use my mouth like you would my...um... ummm, well, you know." Hillary said with a bright red face and she pulled his ready manhood back into her young, willing mouth.

Jack couldn't believe what she said. "If you're sure, it's been a very long time for me." He said gently holding the sides of her face and slowly he began to pump her mouth just like he would have her wet sex. In and out his pace became faster. He held her tighter, moving fast as she sucked his long pole.

"OH, HILLARY! OH, YES!" Jack moaned out as he released two years of loneliness into her mouth and down her soft throat. Faster, faster he pumped her mouth. "I love you! You're wonderful!" he yelled as more of his hot seeds shot into her willing mouth.

Her pretty blue eyes watched his pleasured face as she continued to suck his long pole. She loved seeing a man when he came, this man she liked so much. She sucked him more as she moved her head up and down his wonderful hard shaft. She slowly pulled from him licking her pink lips. "Mr. Jack, I do believe I could do that all day and you'd still be hard." She said, smiling up at him.

Oh, yes! I could with you." He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. "I sure do owe you, don't I?" he said hugging her tender body to his. His heart was still racing as his hard member found its way between her young legs to her wet sex.

Hillary gently rocked her slender hips back and forth, enjoying the hard piece of meat that was pushing on her hot love mound. "Mr. Jack, there's only one way you could return that favor. And, it will take all night!" she squeezed her lean thighs together and teased him a little more before she pulled from him. "I guess we should get back, before you're missed." She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, making her body even hotter.

"I don't think anyone will miss me for awhile." He replied reaching under her thin dress pulling down her tiny panties. "I can't leave you all lonely and excited. That would be so rude of me."

Hillary took a deep breath and rubbed her bare sex on his stiffness. "Mr. Jack, I would be so very grateful if you help me with this." She moved to the ground on her hands and knees.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to this!" he moved behind the beautiful girl reaching between their bodies and guided his hard penis to her wetness. "You ready?" he asked taking a deep breath.

Hillary's' eyes were closed, ready for the long piece of manhood to invade her young, tender sex. "Yes!" she shook with anticipation; nothing so big had ever come this close to being in her body. But, she was ready!

Jack held her thin hips and slowly pushed inside her burning body. Her moans of pleasure filled the air. "Oh Jack, yes!" she cried out not caring if anyone heard. She was in heaven; she had a wonderful man with the biggest penis she had ever seen inside her body.

Her young body welcomed Jack inside. She began milking him of his hot fluids. Her tight muscles squeezed him like hundreds of fingers. "You feel SO good!" Jack gasped as he began pumping in and out of her tender body. He had been with lots of women in his life, but never anyone like her.

Her little hands pulled at the long, green grass as her hips pushed against Jack. She needed his long tool as deep into her body as it would go. "DEEPER! DO IT HARD, JACK!" she cried out as she looked up to the darkening sky then turning to look at the handsome man that was pleasing her body. "You're so sexy!" he moaned as he used her faster. Their skin slapped together and the sound of hot sex filled the two lovers ears. Jack leaned over her tiny body; his hands pulled the thin dress off her body, leaving her in nothing but a small see-through bra. "That's much better!" he groaned as his big hands caressed her soft skin, from her dainty neck to her thin hips and down to her wonderful bottom.

Hillary lay her upper body on the cool grass, leaving her bottom in the air for Jack to use anyway he wished. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her pink lips. "Go! Go!" she begged Jack as a massive orgasm was building deep in her body. She had never truly came with a man before. Something would happen when she had sex but it never pleased her. She knew this time it was different, her insides felt like they were going to explode.

A soft, spring rain began to fall from the sky as the two lovers moved as one. Their bodies locked together in passion. "That feels so good!" Hillary said as she rubbed the cool water on her face. "I'm so close, Jack!" she moved from her hands and back into his arms. Both lovers were standing on their knees as Jack continued to move in her body. "Touch me! Every place you can reach, please!"




The Preacher Ch. 01



"Anything you want, I'll do." He replied and began to move his big hands over every inch of her lonely body. His hands covered her breasts and he gently rolled her hard nipples in his fingers. "How's this my love?"

"YES!" she cried out with joy. She loved being touched, her past lovers only wanted to please them selves, and they never gave her the attention she needed. But, this man was much older and wise to the ways of pleasing a woman in need.

Jack moved faster, he needed to release in this beautiful girl. "Let's lay down, I want on top of you so bad." He gently pulled his shaft from her tender sex and helped her lay down on the wet grass. 

She spread her slender legs as wide as she could. "Is this better, handsome?" she asked reaching up to him and pulling him on her inflamed body.

"It will be as soon as I put this back inside you." He moved his thick shaft back into her deepest depths. "OH YES! MUCH BETTER!" he groaned when their hips met.

Hillary had never felt so magnificent in all her life. She knew she would be pleased on this rainy, spring day. She had a handsome on top of her, using her tiny sex with the biggest penis she had ever seen in her life. "That's it! Right there!" she screamed out when Jacks' massive penis moved against her 'G' spot. It sent rushes of pleasure through her young body.

He moved faster, pushing into her. "Is it good?" he asked pumping her tender body.

"YES!" she screamed moving her hips to match his thrust into her.

"Come on! I want to feel you explode around me!" gasped for air as he used her even faster. His hips slapped into hers so hard it hurt. "I'm ready! I'm going to fill you so full!"

Hillary wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. "OH MY GOD! YES! YES!" she screamed out as her body exploded like never before. "JACK! YES! OH GOD!" her tender insides locked around his big, hard shaft.

"Go! Cum on me!" Jack yelled as his big penis began to shoot its seeds into her body like a fire hose. 

Hillary's' fingernails dug into his flesh as her orgasm continued to run through her young body. "GO! USE ME!" she screamed again when she felt his seeds shooting deep into her insides. It warmed her in places she had never felt before. 

"YES! You're so good!" Jack moaned as Hillary squeezed around his shooting shaft.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deep, thrusting her hips up to greet his incoming penis. "Fill me full, handsome!" she said in a deep sexy voice.

They lay in each other's arms and still locked together as lovers. "I hate to pull out of you. I've never felt any as wonderful as you before!"

"Tell me! A girl sure could get hooked on this monster thing." She purred moving her hand between her legs and gave his stiffness a good firm squeeze. "I sure hope I'll get a lot more of it!"

Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he felt her tiny hand on him. "Anytime! Anyplace!" he groaned. "We need to get back." He said with a sad voice.

"Ohhhh!" Hillary moaned as if she was in pain. "When can we get together again?" she asked hoping it would be soon. She loved this man and his big tool.

Jack looked into her pretty eyes. "How's next weekend sound? From Friday night all the way until Monday morning, think you can handle me that long?"

"I'll sure try my best!" she smiled at him and gave him one finale squeeze before he pulled from her body. "I hate that feeling. I always feel so empty afterwards."

Jack stood and reached to help her up. He pulled her into his arms. "It will only be a few days, then we can really do some wonderful things together."

"I can't wait!" she purred moving her body into his still hard shaft.

4.

'KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!' Jack heard breaking his thoughts of the past.

"Who is it? Jack asked, knowing it was Hillary and they were ready to play their sex game.

Hillary walked into the room wearing a little girl school uniform. The tiny white blouse was see-through and the top three buttons were loose. A little see-through bra was under the blouse. The little checkered skirt was so sort Hillary's' wonderful bottom could be seen with ease.

"Mr. Jack, could I talk with you for a few minutes?" she asked in a young girl's voice. "I have a terrible problem." She said putting her little pink lip out.

Jack stood up, taking her hand he asked. "What's wrong with my favorite student?" he sat her on the coffee table and sat right in front of her so he could look up the short skirt.

"I'm really embarrassed to tell you." She said as she crossed her lean legs, giving Jack a quick peek under her skirt and a little look at her pink panties. "It's my boyfriend, he's been doing things to me."

Jack had a playful concerned look on his face. "Oh my sweet Hillary, you can tell me anything." He replied placing his big hand on her leg. He could feel her jump with excitement.

"Well. Um, Um, he does things to me." Hillary had a shy little girl look on her face that Jack just loved to see.

"Hillary, does he touch you?" Jack asked moving his hand up her creamy, white thigh.

Hillary covered her face and said. "Mr. Jack, yes he does. It makes me feel all funny inside." She played their game so well; it turned them both on so much. She always loved what came next.

"Where does he touch you my sweet little friend?" Jack asked moving against her body. "Does he touch you here?" Jack asked moving his hand to her hard right breast. "Or, does he touch you here?" He asked again, this time slowly moving his other hand to her left breast.

She gasped for air as the strong, but gentle hands touched her soft flesh. "Yes, but he does it different." She moaned out. Her body was on fire and hoped Jack didn't make the game go on to long. She needed his long manhood in her body, loving her hard and fast.

"Different?" he said as he moved his hands under the small shirt and cupped her breasts through the little bra. "Is this how he does it my sexy student?" he leaned to her ear and whispered as his fingers teased her hard nipples.

"YES!" she yelled out as her body arched up with delight. "And, he does other things, too!" she moaned again pressing her breasts into his big powerful hands. She wanted him to rip the clothes from her body and use her like some cheep whore.

Jacks' hand moved from her breasts and up her slender thighs. "Does he touch you here?" he asked placing his hand on her wet panties. He could feel the heat and wetness pouring from her body. He knew this would be a great night of hot sex.

"YES!" she screamed out, standing to let him feel her inflamed body. Her hips moved as his hands toyed with her dripping sex. ""OH GOD! YES! YES!" Hillary screamed again as Jack's fingers made their way inside her wet body. "Jack! Just fuck me, PLEASE!" she fell in his arms.

"OK, baby." He pulled her tiny body into his arms, placing a deep kiss on her lips then he took her to their room. He stood her on the floor. "Strip! Then lay on the bed. I'm going to fuck you so hard you bleed!" He ordered her and she obeyed. 

Her trembling body lay on the large bed, only covered by a little pair of panties. "I'm ready, Jack. Do anything to me. Make me your, whore." She said looking to his hard, throbbing member. She hadn't seen him this hard in a long time, tonight he would give the hard, long fucking she needed.

He climbed on their bed; his large throbbing member led the way. "You've been so mean and hateful to me the last year I'm not sure what I should do to you." He looked down seeing the pretty young girl he had taken so many years ago and not the spiteful bitch he had seen as of late.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed looking up to see anger in his eyes like she had only seen one other time. A father at the church had beaten a small boy so bad he died and came to Sunday service and was heard laughing about it. Jack went wild, beating the man so bad he was in the hospital 6 months. "Don't hurt me please, Daddy!" she teased Jack hoping his anger would leave.

"Daddy? That sounds nice!" he lay across her small body letting his large member smash into her tender sex. The sex he had missed using so much.

She moaned when the throbbing penis pushed on her. She was going to get a lesson on being nice to her man. She knew her body was in for a hard night of sex and she couldn't wait. "Daddy, please be easy. It's my first time." She tried not to giggle as she said her silly words to him.

"Oh little girl, you have been so mean to Daddy. I need to really give you a good hard spanking or something else. Any ideas?" he knew what she was going to get but he wanted to tease her like she teased him. He was going to split her tender little love tunnel in two.

Hillary felt like she was on fire. "Oh Daddy, do like you do Mommy, when she moans and cries out your name at night." Her brain filled with visions of how they made love in the past, hard fast and so very passionate. Sex that went on for hours at a time, only stopping to rest a short while then starting all over again. Many times the next day she couldn't walk without hurting.

"Oh, you think you can be like Mommy? See this big thing?" he showed her his big penis. "I put this is Mommy's' special place and move it in and out of her very fast." His big hand moved between her legs to 'her' special place, making Hillary jump with surprise.

She gasped for air at his touch. "Ouch, Daddy! Doesn't that big ole' long thing hurt Mommy real bad?" she knew it was the best feeling she had ever known in her life. Her body would orgasm for hours at a time and never getting enough of the monster thing.


"Oh no, Mommy just loves it to death. Want me to show you?" he kissed her on her pink inflamed lips and positioned the throbbing member to her tiny hole. "Get ready my sweet." And he pushed it deep in her stopping only when their hips met.

Hillary groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain as the thick tool rammed into her small body so fast. She bit her lower lip so hard a small trickle of blood ran down her chin. "Oh Jack!" she moaned out in their dark bedroom thrusting her hips up to meet him. "GOD, it always feels so good in me!" blood rushed from every inch of her body to her brain, making her think she was going pass out from the thrill of him ramming in her so fast.

Jack always loved the way her body greeted him; it felt like hundreds of fingers squeezing him. "YES! Oh Hillary! I love you!" Jack yelled out as her little body continued to welcome him inside. He had always loved taking her so fast, sending both their bodies into ecstasy.

Hillary's legs wrapped around his hips, thrusting him even deeper into her body, "JACK! OH MY JACK!" Hillary yelled out as every muscle in her sex squeezed and milked Jack. Her long, red fingernails dug into his strong back and her tiny feet kicked his behind, wanting him to use her body. "GO! Use me as hard as you want, Baby!" she said kicking him again.

Jack looked at her pretty face; it still made him hard just to look at her. He began to thrust his long, think penis in and out of her tiny love tunnel. He lifted her little bottom off of the bed with each thrust into her. "I love your pussy!" he moaned out as he used her faster.

"YES! USE IT! GO!" Hillary screamed out as she rammed into Jack's hard manhood. "Make me cum, Jack!" she begged him like a small girl in need. She'd had orgasms the last year but none with his giant member buried in her body.

Jack moved fast and faster in her tiny hole. "OH Baby! Yes! Yes!" Jack yelled out as his penis started to fill her small love with thousands of his seeds. "Oh baby! Oh yes!" he yelled again as he pumped her full of little swimming baby makers. His hips thrust in and out of her body as fast as he could move. 

"JACK! OH MY GOD!" Hillary's body exploded when it felt the hot present Jack was shooting deep inside her body. "JACK! YES, MY JACK!" she screamed ramming her hips to meet his thrust into her. Her brain filled with blood making her see bright lights and ringing in her ears.

5.

The next Friday afternoon the couple stood by Jacks' car. "Well, I guess I have everything I'll be needing." Jack said as he gave Hillary a good firm hug and a nice slap on her tight, sexy shorts. They made her look like a teen aged girl they hugged her small hips and her sexy ass so good.

Hillary pressed into his growing manhood as she returned his wonderful hug. "You be careful in that nasty city. It scares me you going up there." She hated him at times but if anything happened to him she would just die without him.

"I will be, don't worry. You know darn well I can take care of myself." He said caressing her tiny bottom again making sure he pushed her into his hardness. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon about 3p.m." he gave her a good deep kiss. "Keep this good and hot for me, OK" he said sliding his hand between her legs.

She slapped his hand. "Stop it! I'll be all alone tonight." She said pushing into his hardness. "You keep this hard for me!" her hand grabbed his thick shaft. "I'll suck it real good when you come back!" she licked her lips and pulled from him.

"Oh, you little teaser." She gave her butt another little slap. "I'll see you tomorrow." He got in his car, started the engine and pulled the door closed. "I love you." He said as the car started to pull away.

Hillary blew him a kiss. "I love you, too!" she waved as he went down the driveway and turned on the highway. She watched as he drove out of site then, she went into the house, and to the phone she dialed a number. 

"Hi sexy!" she paused. "Yes! He's gone until tomorrow." She squeezed her breasts in her hands. "Get your sexy ass over here as fast as you can! And bring ALL your toys, we'll need all them." She hung up the phone and thought how nice it was going to be loved with care and tenderness.

Jack drove towards the city whistling a song that was on the radio. At last he had a chance to bring the needy, lost people of the world to, GOD. He was so tired of being a 'nurse maid' to the people at his church. He needed to help people in need not a bunch of rich, spoiled people.

He drove the dirty city streets, it wasn't even dark and the drug dealers, hookers whatever you want to call them were already standing on the street corners. They were waving and yelling to any car that passed by, even to Jack.

"Oh baby, need some pussy?" one pretty young black girl said to Jack as he sat a red light. She leaned on his car. "I'll give you a deal, I bet you know how to please a girl."

Jack was kind of embarrassed at her words; it had been a long time since he had been asked something like that. "Well, I don't think I'll be needing that but, what if I pay you just to talk?" he said to the very pretty girl looking to her very large full breasts as she leaned in his car window.

"Just to talk? You ain't some pervert are you?" she asked giving Jack a good look over. A girl had to be careful working the streets. Only last year some guy almost killed two of her friends. "What do ya what to talk about?" she asked as she jumped into his car.

Jack looked at her skimpy outfit, a see-through blouse that showed all of her full breasts. A short skirt that just did cover her panties with thigh high, spike heel boots. 

"Well, my name is Jack, I'm a preacher from down in Jackson. I wanted to come up to the city and try to help people." He said with a big smile and tried so hard not to look at the young girls' body but his eyes and manhood took over.

The girl watched Jack as his eyes wondered her smooth, brown skin. It sent chills over her thinking a good man like this was looking at her, instead of the normal trash and perverts. "Preacher Jack, I'm Monique, what does your wife think of you coming up here and being with 'workin' girls'' like me?" she asked pointing to his wedding ring.

"She let me come so I guess she doesn't mind." He replied giving her sexy brown legs another good look over. Her skirt had slid up, giving Jack a small glimpse of the white panties that covered her sex.

Again, Monique caught him looking her over. "Preacher, you keep looking at me like this, I'm going to rape you!" she smiled and reached to pat his leg; that's when she knew she had to have herself a 'Preacher' someday real soon. Her hand wrapped around large manhood, she gave it a good squeeze making sure it was real. Monique had been with many men I her life but never one with a tool like he had in his pants.

Jack jumped at her touch. "Hey, girl! Did I do anything like that to you?" he laughed and he felt himself coming to life. She was a very pretty, sexy young girl; not many men could be touched by her and not get hard.

"Preacher, you may notta touched me but them eyes of yours are burnin' holes in me." She giggled when she saw his face turn red. Then she pulled her tiny skirt up more. "Look it this, Preacher." His eyes looked and his face got even redder. She slapped her meaty leg and laughed out even harder.

Jack was trying to drive and not look at the girls' sexy body. "Where's a good safe parking garage? I don't want to loose my car while I'm here." He asked making sure he looked at her face and none of her wonderful body.

Monique smiled at him as he did his best not to look at her. "Right down this street a few more blocks on your right. My cousin owns it." She opened her small purse and took out a cigarette and lit it on fire." What one?" she asked Jack but he nodded no. "Why in the world would your wife let you come up to the city? If you was mines, I'd never be lettin' you out of my sight." She gave him a wink.

6.

Later that night, Jack and Monique sat at a small table in back of the crowded restaurant waiting to be served their food. Sounds dishes clanking together, silver wear being dropped on the floor and a low murmur of many people all talking at once filled a persons ear.

The smell of hamburgers, eggs, sausages, anything you wanted that could be cooked in grease, it was on the small menu and floating in the air.

"Oh, I hope they hurry, I'm starving to death!" Monique said holding her growling stomach. "I haven't ate since last night." She said giving Jack a little smile.

'Why is this handsome mother fucker up here trying to save somebody like me?' she thought to herself as she gave him another quick look. She would have dinner with him, hear what he had to say and then she would be on her way most likely never to see him again. That's the way most of the other preachers that came around see them once maybe twice then never again.

"Monique, can I ask how you came into this line of work?" Jack knew that wasn't the best way to word his question but he was new at this sort of thing. He wanted to know all about her, she looked so smart and full of life it hurt him to see her do this.

Monique laughed when she heard him. "Line of work? That's a first for me, Preacher Jack." She laughed again. "Well, I was just hired as an RN at a big hospital until my drug addict boyfriend talked me into stealing some morphine for his stupid fuckin' ass." She lit another cigarette and went on with her story. "Just so happen, they had a lot of drugs missing and when I took the morphine it was on a hidden camera." 

"Oh no!" Jack sighed at her sad story. "Did you get in trouble?" he asked as he gave her big, soft breasts another good look. He started to feel blood rushing into his large member and it felt so good to him.

"I was put on probation for two years and fired of course." She said seeing his eyes on her light brown breasts. "Preacher, you must really like my damn tits. You can't keep them sexy brown eyes of yours off of 'em." She laughed, not really caring that he loved looking at her. It made her warm inside.

Jack's face got red again like in the car. "I'm sorry, you are just such a beautiful lady, it's hard not to look at you." Jacks' words came from his mouth so fast he couldn't believe what he had said. Well, she was a very pretty young lady; he didn't lie about that.




The Preacher Ch. 01



"Well, that was straight to the point, thank you!" Monique said feeling a tingle between her legs. It had been a long time since she had been excited for a man. When sex was your line of work, sometimes it's hard to just be a woman.

"GIRL FRIEND!" a young girl yelled as she came up behind Monique. "Who's your handsome friend?" she asked as she flopped into the seat next to Monique.

She had long, brown hair to the middle of her back. Big green eyes that were looking Jack up and down as fast as she could go. She had breasts bigger than Monique did and they were covered in a very tight fitting white silk blouse with no bra underneath it. Her rounded bottom was covered by a very small pair of shorts that went up the crack of her behind.

"Emily, this is, Preacher Jack. Jack this is Emily." Monique said looking toward the counter of the restaurant. She needed food really bad and was about to get mean when the waitress showed up with their food. "He's buying us dinner to talk to him, so order something fast."

The woman sat the food on the table, giving Monique and Emily a nasty look. "Is they're anything else I can get you?" she asked as she chewed a piece of gum and tapped her foot waiting for their reply.

Emily gave Jack a little smile. "Are you really?" she asked him looking at the small menu then back to his big, sexy bedroom room eyes. 

"Yes, get anything you like." He told the young girl as he looked into her green eyes and her very large full breast and then to Monique seeing her gobbling down her food.

"I'll have a double cheeseburger, fries and a Coke." Emily said looking at the menu.

Jack reminded her of the first man that had taken her. A high school teacher a very tall handsome man, just like Jack. She needed help on an up coming test. She went to see him after school for help and ended up on his desk having her young brains screwed out by the teacher.

"Watch out, Emily. He loves looking at big tities!" Monique teased Jack. "You two'll love each other. Jack, this 'HO' loves showing her tits to everybody!" she busted out laughing and gave Emily a little push and rammed more food into her mouth.

Emily slapped Monique on her arm and laughed. "I ain't no HO, you HO!" she pushed back her friend. "I love it when men check out my tits, what's wrong with that?" she asked looking at Jack seeing his eyes were on her full breasts. It sent a hot rush of blood between her legs and up to her very large nipples.

Monique wrapped the rest of her hamburger up and pushed it into her tiny red purse. "Take care of my Preacher, Emily. I need to get some work done." She gave Emily a little hug then she stood and moved to Jack. "Preacher, I hope to see ya again sometime. Thanks for dinner." She leaned to hug him and made sure to smash her big breasts into him.

"You be careful out there, OK?" Jack told Monique as he returned her wonderful hug.

Emily gave Monique a little slap on her near bare bottom as she walked away and said. "I'll see ya later or tomorrow."

7.

"So, Jack, did you come here trying to save us sinners?" Emily gave him a little wink when she saw him looking at her breasts. She could feel her nipples getting harder by the second knowing a nice man like him was looking at her.

"I just want to get to know you and if I can ever help you, you'll know I'll always be there for you." He said the kind words straight from his heart to his new young friend.

Emily was shocked to hear something so nice and sweet come from a man. For the last three years all she had heard from men was, 'Suck harder, I love your tits or how much, bitch?' she liked this man, he made her feel so good inside, something she hadn't known in a long time.

"You really mean that? Not just lying to get in my pants are you?" Emily laughed as she teased him, even though she wouldn't mind at all if he did try to get her in bed. She would even take him to her small apartment and not to the dirty hotel she took all of her 'tricks' to. A man like him could always get in her pants.

"Where ya from, Preacher?" Emily asked as she placed both of her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. She began to twirl a strand of her long hair, something she always did when a man turned her on.

Jack looked into her green eyes and saw the look of a young girl in love. "I'm from down in, Jackson. I'm the Pastor of a big church there." He paused to push a string of Emily's' hair from her eye. "I don't feel like I'm needed there. They are all pretty well off, big homes, nice cars and not a care in the world."

"So, you drove all the way up here just to help us poor, lonely hookers?" she giggled looking to his brown eyes. He was making her panties so wet with his deep, calm voice that she would have to go home and change before starting work. She could listen to him for hours and never get tired of hearing him talk.

About that time it was like the heavens had opened up, rain fell from the sky in buckets. The streets were flooded in only a few minutes, people rushed in the small restaurant looking for cover from the sudden downpour. 

"Yes I did." Jack smiled to her. "I guess my night is over, nobody will be out now. Any good places to get a room around here?" he asked his young friend seeing she still was gazing into his eyes.

Emily busted out laughing. "No, not around this shitty part of town." She thought for a second of inviting him to her place even though she knew she would burn in hell. If he came, she knew she would try to get him in bed with her. She had never been with such a nice man in her life. "Umm, I have an idea." She said with hesitation. 

He reached to push the same strand of hair back out of her eye. "What's that?" he asked giving her supple breasts and nipples another quick peek. 

The waitress pushed her way through the many wet people. "Sorry it took so long you guys. I brought the ketchup and mustard." She sat the things on the small table. "I might not get back to you until this rain lets up." The over worked waitress said stopping to catch her breath.

"That'll be fine. By the way, I'm Jack and this is Emily." Jack replied patting her on the back. "Here, I'll give you this now so it won't get lost or taken by somebody." He handed her a flyer about GOD. Inside was a $100 dollar bill. "Next time my two new friends are in here you be sure and give them real nice service."

The waitress looked at the flyer. "Hi, I'm Julie." She slowly opened the flyer, thinking it was going to be some crap about going to church. "OH MY, GOD! Nobody has ever tipped me so big in my life." Her tired eyes were filled with joy. The money would help with her young sons' birthday in two days. Now she could get him the little bike he had wanted so much. "Yes I will! I'm sorry about being kinda mean to you all, before."

"I'll be here every Friday night and Saturday morning, you be looking for me, OK?" Jack smiled seeing the joy he had given to the woman. Money meant nothing to Jack. He and Hillary were very well off and it wouldn't hurt to help all of the people he was to meet on his weekly trips.

Tears filled the woman's' eyes as she leaned to give Jack a good tight hug. "Thank you so very much." She whispered in his ear and slowly pulled away. "Well, I better get back to work. You two take care." She said walking away with a little more joy in her life.

"Dang! That sure was nice of ya." Emily gave him a sweet stare, thinking how good he really was and not just some fake like so many that filled the streets supposedly trying to help the lost people of the city.

Jack looking into her eyes seeing a little sparkle, "What were you going to tell me a minute ago?"

"I was sayin' that all the roach infested hotels around her are real bad. If it was OK, you could stay at my place." She took a deep breath. "It's just around the corner. I have one of them couches that turn into a bed." She hoped so much he would say 'yes'. It would be great having such a nice man stay the night with her.

Jack though for a second, he had already sinned so many times looking at his new friends, maybe staying the night with her would be all right. He would be on the couch and Emily in her room so it would be fine. He had never been unfaithful to Hillary and wasn't about to now.

"Sure! I think that will be fine." He smiled at her waiting face. "It will give us a chance to get to know each other better." He wanted to know everything about this beautiful girl, most of all, how she got into this line of work.

Emily was so excited she wanted to jump up and down. She was going to have this handsome man in her apartment all night long. It made her thighs tingle just thinking of him being with her all night.

"Great! It will be nice talking to you." Said looking at him with pure lust in her lonely eyes. She hadn't been with a guy that truly cared for her since high school and he just pushed her aside. "Let me eat and we'll be off."



The Preacher Ch. 02



8.

Emily and Jack ran from the small restaurant and into the cold rain. They were soaked with rain in seconds. “Shit! It’s cold!” Emily screamed as the two ran around the corner to her little apartment.

Once inside the building they tried to no avail to shake off the rain. “You’re soaked.” Jack looked to Emilys’ body seeing that her blouse had become see through. He looked to her full nipples, enjoying the site to the fullest. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered to her and reached to push her wet hair from her face. His strong hand moved the thick strand of hair from her face but stayed on her cheek, giving it a touch of love.

Her nipples filled with blood as Jacks’ eyes roamed her body with his hand on her cheek. “Thank you.” She purred moving her hand to hold his. The only spot on her that was warm was, between her legs. And, it was on fire. She handed Jack her keys. “Let’s get inside so we can warm up.” She said moving against him, making sure he felt her tender body.

Jack opened the door; a street light across the street gave her tiny apartment a soft glow. He could see Emily had a very nice little apartment. “This is very nice.” He said as he slipped off his wet jacket. “How long have you lived here?” he asked unbuttoning his soaked shirt.

Emily kicked of her shoes and watched Jack as he undressed before her trembling body. “Two years this summer.” She replied and slid off her wet shorts, leaving her in nothing but the wet blouse and a very small pair of white, bikini panties. Emily reached to a shelf behind her pulling off two towels. “Would you like a towel?” she asked walking to Jack.

His eyes were locked on Emilys’ wonderful, body. So young, so very alive. “Yes.” Jack said watching her hips as they swayed back and forth teasing him to the fullest. Her breasts bounced just enough to make any man very hard.

She stood before him and began to dry his wet hair, slowly her gentle hands moved to his thick chest. “Ummm, what a handsome man you are.” Emily whispered as she pressed against him, reaching behind him to dry his back. Her wet breasts smashed into his chest, sending rushes of blood to his long penis.

He reached for the other towel and began to dry Emilys’ back as she pressed into him. “I known this is so wrong but it feels so good.” His big hands filled the towel as he caressed it all around her back and unhurriedly he moved to her bikini panties. Each of his hands held one of her round cheeks, caressing it ever so softly.

A small moan of excitement escaped Emilys’ mouth as Jack touched her burning bottom. “Oh yes!” she moaned again falling into his big arms. His hands held and caressed her flesh like no one had ever done. Her brain was filled with so many thoughts of him loving her; she couldn’t begin to count them all. “Jack, your jeans are wet and they are hurting me.” She said with a sound of hurt in her voice and pulled from him just enough to look into his eyes.

He looked between them, seeing her small mound of sex pressing into his hard member. His big hand cupped the side of her face and he leaned to give her a small kiss on her lips. “I’m so sorry. Let me pull them off.” He said reaching to pull down the coarse jeans.

Emily moved against him again, this time only they’re under garments kept them apart. She could feel his hardness on her hot sex. She needed this wonderful man inside her body. If any man could make her change her evil ways, it would be him. “Oh Jack!” she moaned, but this time with pleasure.

Jack couldn’t believe what was going on. He had lost control, he had a half-naked girl in his arms and he loved it. He even reached to move his stiff penis to point down so it would rub the length of her hot sex. “Emily!” he groaned and began to rub his shaft between her young legs.

“YES!” she cried out as the thick piece of man teased her body. It moved the length of her hot sex, teasing every inch of her. His big hands held and caressed her burning bottom, pushing her to meet his teasing. Emily looked into his eyes with a ‘little girl’ look on her face and said. “You’re so incredible!”

He leaned to her smiling mouth and kissed her deep. His tongue moved into her mouth with ease. His hands continued to cuddle her delicate behind, while his stiffness pushed against her with more pursuit than before. She had driven him to a state of lust he had never known. He had to be in this sexy, young woman.

“Ummm, Jack!” Emily moaned pushing into his hardness. Her thumbs pushed under his shorts, she slowly forced them to the floor. Freeing the wonderful thing that had been teasing her so bad. Now it was free to do anything the two lovers wanted.

Jacks’ hard tool went back between Emilys’ legs to feel the heat and wetness. His hands moved slowly from her behind up her sides, across her rounded tummy, giving her small navel a little tease then up to her heaving breasts. “You must be cold.” Jack asked as he touched her soft breasts feeling the wet blouse that clung to her silky skin. With one easy pull it was off her body and lying in a pile on the carpet. “That’s much better.” He said kissing her again. 

Her hands covered his as he caressed her supple breasts. “Are they as good as you thought they’d be?” she asked looking into his eyes. “I love my nipples to be teased and kissed. It turns me on so much.”

Jack smiled as his fingers traced over her swollen orbs. He felt her gasp for air as he began to roll her tender nipples in his fingertips. “Let’s sit down so we can do this right.” He took her hand and led them to the sofa by the window. 

Jack sat down and helped Emily move on to his lap, making sure his hardness rested between their bodies. “You’re so hard!” she whimpered as its thickness spread open her tender folds of flesh.

“I must say, it’s all for you.” he leaned forward; pulling one of her well rounded breasts to his mouth and began to lick her nipple. He slowly traced around the large swollen nipple as his other hand gentle teased the other. He calmly sucked her tender nipple into his mouth, suckling it like a small baby.

“Oh yes, oh GO….” Emily stopped at the name she was about to say. Instead she began to grind her wet sex into his rock, hard penis. “Jack! I need you so bad!” her round hips moved on him faster, the juices from her body covered him making the pleasure even better.

Jack pushed her down on the sofa. “Well, I guess I better satisfy your need then.” He lay on her supple body, kissing her deep and reached to pull off her drenched panties. “You’re so wet, I’m going to enjoy you so very much.” He moved forward, letting his large head slowly push through her swollen folds.

“OH YES! JACK!” Emily loudly moaned as she felt his hardness begin to make its way inside her burning body. She spread her legs as wide as she could, making sure he entered her with ease.

‘KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!’ The loud sound came from the apartment door.

“Emie, its me. Open up!” a sweet voice from the other side of the door called out. “Emie, he hit me… again!” 

Emily jumped from under Jack with as look of pain on her face. “I’m sorry.” She said caressing his face. “It’s my friend Donna. She needs me.” Emily ran to her room grabbing some dry clothes and Jack just put his wet things back on. Once they were dressed Emily ran to open the door.

She swung open the door, Donna stood dripping wet from the storm and her tiny face was covered in blood. “I’m sorry!” she cried falling to her knees in front of Emily. “I’m so sorry!”

“JACK!” Emily screamed to Jack falling to the floor to hold her bleeding friend in her arms. “Come on, come on. You’re OK now.” She said as big tears ran down her face.

9.

Jack ran to Emily and her friend, seeing the blood pouring from her nose he grabbed her from Emily and ran into the small kitchen. “Get some towels and we need to get her to the hospital as fast as we can!”

Emily ran to grab as many towels as she had. “How bad is it?” she asked with fear in her voice. “Don’t let anything happen to her, Jack.” Emily said wiping blood from Donnas’ small face.

He looked up the young girls’ nose. “I think an artery is nicked. We need to get to the hospital. My car is about two blocks down the street. I’ll carry her you’ll have to keep pressure on her nose, OK?”  He picked up the limp girls’ body, holding her close to him they ran out the down and down the dark, wet street.

Emily was on Jacks’ lap and in his arms in the small, dark hospital waiting room “Why does your wife let you come up here like this?” she caressed his cheek down to his firm, unshaven chin. “You’d never be out of my sight and you’d be inside me as much as possible.” She leaned to him giving him a small kiss. “I hope we can pick up where we left off. I’m so horny.”

Jack caressed her firm left breast, giving her nipple a small squeeze. “I’m sure we can. Maybe we’ll have breakfast and go finish things up before I leave for home.” He returned her kiss, sending a rush of blood to his resting manhood. She had made him so hard he hurt. He hadn’t had blue-balls since he was a teen-ager so many years ago.

Emily opened her mouth to receive his hot tongue and drove hers into his. Feeling him growing under made her juices began to flow once more. She needed him so bad; he made her feel so warm and alive. “Let’s go out to your car, please!” she begged him looking into his strong, brown eyes.

“What about, Donna? We can’t just go and leave her.” he said her caressing her supple breast as he waited for her reply. “Don’t you want it to be at your place? It will be so much more fun there, rather than in my car.” He began to roll her hard nipple between his fingers while his other hand moved down her breasts across her tummy and to her thigh.

Her eyes widened when she felt his hand moving under the short skirt she had worn. “Jack!” she whispered in the dark waiting room spreading her legs just enough to let him feel her moist panties. “Feel? You make me so horny.” Her soft voice said and she kissed him.

Jack ran his long finger up the center of her delicate sex, making a soft moan of pleasure echo in the small room. Up and down her soft mound he teased her with no mercy, until he gave her another soft kiss and drove his finger deep into her wet sex.

“YES!” She cried out breaking the quite enchantment of their would be love den. Her hips moved to welcome him inside and her tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Jack.” She moaned when his fingers began to move in and out of her small tunnel.

“You just relax and enjoy my sweet lady.” He moved his finger in her faster, as he leaned to suckle her heaving breasts. Then it was two fingers, reaching to a special spot deeper inside her trembling body. He caressed the hidden place with care, making sure his big fingers drove her to ecstasy.

Emily lay in Jacks’ arms, her face against his neck. She could smell the slight sent of his cologne that he must have put on yesterday. It filled her nose with as much pleasure as did his delicate fingers inside her wanting body. His wonderful smell and his fingers pleasing her was too much her to stand.

“OH, MY GOD!” Emily cried out as her body orgasmed around his fingers. Her arms squeezed his neck as hard as her inner muscles locked on his pleasing fingers. Her body jerked in his arms as the many strong and powerful orgasms ran through her.

“Oh, Jack!” she moaned as he kept his fingers against the secret spot that most men never even knew of or just happened to brush against it in a hurry to please themselves. He was older, wiser he had pleased many women in his time and he used his knowledge to its fullest on Emily.

Jack looked down to her pretty face, seeing a blissful smile he knew that he had pleased his young friend well. “How was that? Think it’ll hold you over until later?” he pulled his soaked fingers from her body and moved them to his mouth, licking off her wonderful juices. “Mmmm, so sweet!” he said giving her a sexy wink with one of his dark, brown eyes.

10.

Later that morning Emily and Jack walked into the treatment room where Donna was. “Oh, your poor nose!” Emily said when she saw the large bandage on her nose. She walked to Donna and she sat on the side of the bed and pulled her into her arms. “You have to get away from him before he really hurts you or… kills you.”

With a stuffed up nose Donna said. “I can’t he’ll hunt me down and kill me if I try to leave him.” Her arms were around Emily so tight it hurt to breathe. She looked to Jack. “From what the doctor said, I owe you my life.”

“No you don’t. I’m just glad I was there to help.” He said gently patting her on the back. In the light she was so pretty even with her nose in the heavy bandage and the many stitches in her lower lip. She was just over five feet tall, very light red hair to the middle of her delicate back.

Her soft blue eyes smiled at him. “So am I!” she felt something from him she had never know before, love from a man. His eyes warmed her heart and his touch was as gentle as she had ever known. 

“How are we going to keep her safe, Jack?” Emily looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would know how to keep her friend safe. She had lots of friends like, Monique. But, Donna felt like a sister. She loved her so dearly.

Jack scratched his head trying to think of something. “You have any friends this guy doesn’t know about?” after the words came from his mouth, he had a plan to hide her.

“Shoot, not really the basterd knows everybody in town I think.” Emily said with a sad look on her face. She was so worried for her friend. She caressed Donnas’ face. “Don’t worry, Jack, will think of something.”

He did have a plan, he just hoped Donna and he could pull it off. 

“OK, here’s my idea. I’ll say you were in a bad car wreck and you couldn’t get touch of your family. So, I brought you home with me. My wife will understand that.” Jack had a big smile on his unshaven face as he told of his plan.

Donna looked excited at the idea. “How did you find me? On the road or in a hospital or what?” she replied with her stuffy sound. “Who are you, she hasn’t even introduced us.” Donna looked at Emily giving her a stern look.

“I’m Jack Watson, I’m a preacher from Jackson. I came up here looking for people to help and just be friends with.” He said with his usual big smile. “I’ve met Monique and Emily so far and now you.” He rubbed Emilys’ back sending a chill of lust back between her very horny legs.

Donna smiled looking to Emily, seeing that she looked very happy and content. “Do you think it’ll be OK?” Donna asked her friend.

“Heck yes! I just wish it was me going instead of you.” Emily replied looking to Jack, thinking of how they could be together, even with his wife in the house. She needed his big, long penis buried in her body so bad she was hurting again.

“I don’t want anything to happen or your wife to get mad at you.” Donna said with concern in her voice. She didn’t know him but she knew he was a good man and didn’t want to mess up his life.

When are they going to release you?” he asked Donna thinking if he’d have time to run Emily back to her place and do what they both needed so very bad. “I need breakfast and to take this pretty girl back to her apartment.”

“The doctor said in about two hours or so. They’re waiting on some test to come back.” Donna said sitting back on her bed. “You go ahead and leave, I’ll be fine.” Donna reached to hug Emily again and then asked Jack. “How long will I be at your place?”

Jack thought for a second and replied. “Until I find you a new life and a safe place to live. How does that sound?” he gave her a big smile and added. “Or… you could go back home.” That’s what he really wanted her to do. She was so young and could go back to being a pretty young teen and never think of this life again.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Donna said with a worried sound in her voice.

Jack caressed her back. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you all fixed up, one way or another. Let’s get going, I have to take care of some unfinished business.” He said, giving Emily a little wink. He needed to be deep in her sexy body, moving in and out of her, shooting his seeds into her young womb.

11.

The drive back to Emilys’ apartment only took a few minutes. Emily led the way into her apartment, Jacks’ eyes were filled with the small skirt, and her supple thighs and every little wiggle and move of her sexy ass. He knew it was wrong but he needed this girl bad.

As she lay her jacket on the sofa, he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m going to wear you out!” he said moving his mouth to hers and kissed her as deep as a man could.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped Emilys’ mouth as Jack ravished her with his probing tongue. His hands tore open her thin blouse, pulling it from her trembling body and throwing it to the cold floor. His hands moved from her blouse to the short skirt that covered her rounded behind. He grasped each of her full cheeks and smashed her into his full erection.

“Feel that? It’s going inside you in just few minutes.” He said thrusting his hardness into her wet panties. The same pair she had exploded in only an hour ago.

Emily pushed into the hard penis. “Really now, just ‘rape’ me preacher man. I bet you’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” She said in a very sexy, low voice that only the two lovers could have heard.

He reached to pull off his pants and freed the raging beast in his pants. “This thing is going to tear you apart.” He looked down holing the throbbing member in his hands and he rubbed it on the front of Emilys’ drenched panties.

“I sure hope so. I’ve been horny for you since I laid eyes on you.” Emily said falling to her knees she took the pulsing penis in her hands. “I need to do a few things to this before you put it in me.

Jack looked down to her smiling face. “Like what?” he asked her.

Emily moved his hardness to her mouth and placed a kiss on the tip and then she swallowed it to the root. Sucking him deep down her throat and sucking it as hard as she could. Making sure she swallowed around the head sending Jacks’ body into a state of shock.

“OH YES!” Jack yelled out as the pretty young girl used all off her many talents on his hardness. His hands held her delicate face as she pleasured his throbbing manhood. He looked at her face, seeing that this act of lust or love also gave her so much pleasure.

Emilys’ brain was on fire as much as her body was. To have a man like this in her mouth was a dream come true. He was a kind, real man, not one of the many one-hour men she had been with in the past. She could achieve an orgasm just by having a man like him deep down her throat.

Jack began to push into her mouth, just like he would use her tender love. She was a dream come true. “STOP!” Jack yelled pulling from her mouth. “I don’t want it like that.” He pulled her back up, into his arms. “I want to be inside you when it happens.” He said giving her a small kiss on her lips.

Emily smiled at him and led the way to her lonely bed. He would be the first man to ever earn her trust. Enough trust to take her in her own bed. She lye across the large bed spreading her self just enough for him to mount her body and take her.

Jack began to kiss her foot, toes and up her smooth leg to her thighs. When he felt how wet she was he said. “Mmmm, maybe I should do a little ‘licking’ before I move on to better things.”

His words sent chills through her body. The thought of him licking the juices from her thighs and soft love mound made her body want to explode. She folded her legs at the knee and let them fall to the side. Giving him full access what lye between them.

Jack moved to her and began kissing and licking the juices from her creamy white skin. He licked her with great care, not missing one inch of her flesh. Every tiny lick was done with great care, insuring to drive his young lover to many immense orgasms.




The Preacher Ch. 02



“Oh yes.” A soft moan came from her lips as he licked up to where to source of her wetness was coming from. Her delicate scent filled his nose as his mouth covered her. His tongue moved up and down the front of her burning sex, her hips thrashed under him.

“Is it good?” he teased her moving his mouth back to her panties. His tongue tormented every fold of her delicate flesh. 

Emily was on fire; no man had ever made her so relaxed and excited during sex. “Spank it! It’s been bad.” She moaned hoping and praying he would make her life long dream come true.

“Spank what, Baby?” Jack asked wanting to do anything he could to please this charming woman. His hands moved to her breast as he waited for her reply.

Emily was afraid to tell him. “Spank my…um…. Spank my pussy, it’s been so bad.” Her hips pushed up towards his face. “Please! I do it myself, but it’s not the same.” She had a pleading look on her young face that Jack just couldn’t resist.

Jack tore off her panties with little effort, sending another rush between her legs. “How bad has it been?” he asked her, he knew all women had something that turned them on, just like Hillary dressing up. “Should I spank it hard or easy?”

“It’s been so bad. It’s been dripping all night long, for a married man.” She teased hoping he would give it a good ‘Love’ slap. “It’s been dripping over a ‘Preacher’.”

Jacks’ eyes widened going along with her playing. “Oh, no! That is very bad!” he raised his hand and gently swung it down on her burning sex mound.

‘Slap!’

“Oh GOD!” she screamed out as he full filled her dream. “Again! It’s been so bad!” she pleaded looking down to his smiling face.

‘Slap!’ his hand went down right on the tiny nib of her delicate sex.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed in ecstasy when his strong hand smacked her tender nib. “YES! That’s it!” it was only a matter of seconds before she was going to release the most powerful orgasm she had ever known in her young life.

‘Slap!’ his big hand went down on her delicate sex, this time on her swollen lips.

“You dirty mouth little girl!” he teased her seeing that she was ready. His mind raced thinking about how he was going to make her explode. Then it came to him, he drove his tongue deep into her sex and began to give her gentle but firm ‘slaps’ on her mound.

“Oh Jack!” Emily moaned pulling her legs apart, giving him more room to please her. Her young mind and body was on fire for this wonderful man. She was in Love.

One long full lick up the center of her soft flesh sent her over the edge. “OH MY GOD!” Emily screamed as the orgasm rushed through her body. Her hands squeezed the sheets of the bed as waves of pleasure covered her. Her legs wrapped around Jack as his tongue toyed with the tiny nub at the top of her spasming sex. “JACK! YES! YES!” 

He sucked and licked the miniature lump of flesh with great care; he looked up to see her pretty face filled with satisfaction. Jack knew many ways to please a woman and he was pleasing this young woman well.

“Is it good, baby?” he asked, then went back to sucking and licking her delicate sex. His tongue explored ever fold, crevice and hole she had to offer him.

Emilys’ back arched at his words. “YES! YES!” she screamed out pushing her hips and sex into his mouth. She needed more; she needed the long, stiff penis that hung from between his legs. She needed it deep in body, pleasing her.

“I’m about to put something real big and long into this wonderful little hole, are you ready?” Jack asked knowing she was more than ready, she was desperate for it.

Emily looked down to the man between her legs. She watched as he did things to her body she had never known. He brought her joys she had only dreamed of or read in books. The pleasures she was feeling now was like being in a wonderful dream, but it was real.

“Yes, please! Do it Jack!” Emily begged him. She needed him to please her more. She needed his long member in her body to complete the final act between them. She watched as he slowly moved up her body, kissing his way over her hips. To her stomach, he kissed and licked her small navel, tracing it with his hot tongue. Upward, just under her breasts he began kissing the soft mass of warm flesh.

“Can I kiss and suck these beautiful breasts of yours?” he asked, gently kissing each of her swollen nipples, making sure the tip of his tongue gave each a little tease. He sucked the tender buds with great care as his stiffened penis found its way to her special place. He slowly moved inside her burning body, enjoying the feel of such an excited young lady.

Emily thrust her hips to his, ramming his hardness to her deepest depths. “OH YES!” she screamed as his stiff penis was fully inserted in her body. Never before had anything so big invaded her. It was a dream come true having her new friend in her.

Jack began a slow, full movement in and out of her wet body. Her flesh hugged him not wanting him to pull from its warm cavern. He would pull from her as slowly as he could, just leaving his pulsing head inside her. Then, with a firm, gentle push he would thrust it back into her as far as he could, lifting her bottom off the bed.

Her burning hips matched his every move in and out of her body. As he pulled from her, she would pull her hips up making sure he rubbed her special spot. When he would push back into her, she thrust her hips forward into him.

“Oh my sweet, Emily! I’m getting very close.” He moaned as he kept the wonderful motion going. He felt like the head of his penis was going to explode at any second. He moved faster into her tiny cavern, ramming his penis in her as far and deep as it would go.

“Jack! Jack! Oh yes!” Emily screamed out as her legs wrapped around Jacks’ lower back. The orgasm rushed through her body. Her hips thrashed wildly as Jack used her tiny hole. They moved as one, like two who were together for years, not just a few minutes.

Jack, rammed deep into her. He looked into her eyes. “Emily!” he groaned as his stiff penis released with a force he hadn’t known since he was a young man. He filled her tender tunnel in just seconds. Filling her full of his swimming seeds.

“Yes! Yes! Fill me Jack!” Emily screamed as she felt him release deep in her burning body. It was like hot lava being injected into her soul. No man had ever felt like this. Her brain raced with each of his injections sending another mind-blowing orgasm flooding through her body.

Jack lye on her, still filling her with his stiffness. She hugged him with her tight muscles, trying to milk him back to life. Emily hugged him to her breasts, not wanting him to leave.

“I’ve got to go get Donna and be on my way.” Jack said looking into her eyes; he leaned to give her a small kiss. “I’ll be back next week and we can be together again.”

Emily gave him one final squeeze. “Nothing I can do to change your mind?” she milked him as he pulled from her body. It felt like someone had pulled the life from her body leaving a void only Jack could fill.

Jack showered as Emily looked for some clothes that would fit Donna. He stood by the door; Emily in his arms sobbing. It broke his heart hearing her cry for him. What had he done? Cheated on his wife and now had a young girl in love with him.

“Here.” He handed her his Business card. “You hide this someplace good in case you need me.” He gave her one final hug and off he went.

12.

Jack helped Donna get her battered body into his car. “I hope this is going to be OK with your wife. I don’t want anything to cause you trouble.” She said with concern in her voice. She’d only just met him but knew he was someone special.

“It’ll be fine.” Jack said with a big grin. “It’s a long drive home, you make yourself comfortable as you can.” He started the car and headed towards home with a young, beaten girl at his side. A girl that should have been in college dating a guy her age, not out making money for a low life pimp.

He watched her sleep as they got closer to home. Emily had found a very sheer blouse that allowed him to see the outline of her small, perky breasts. A short skirt that crept up the young girls’ slender thighs covered her lower body. Jack watched as she slept, curled into a ball on the plush leather seat of his car.

He reached to push the hair from her face. Her pretty blue eyes opened and looked to his face. “Hi! How long have I been out?” she asked, stretching her little body out, making the short skirt go even higher on her thighs. Giving Jack a great view of the purple panties under her skirt.

“OOPS!” Donna giggled when she realized she had exposed her new friend. “Sorry about that, that skirt is just so short.” She said trying with little effort to pull it down. It turned her on knowing he looked at her in such a way. 

Jack looked back to the road. “Why don’t you want to go home?” he asked Donna giving her great legs another quick look.

“I have a step father that has been… um…um… how do I put this?” she searched her young mind for the right words. “He’s been using me, raping me since I was 13.” Little tears formed in her eyes as the words came from her mouth. “If I didn’t give into him, he would beat me. Then when I did give in, he hurt me in my um… private spots.”

She went on with her story. “When I ran away I met, Slick. At first he was so nice to me.” She wiped her eyes. “He talked me into doing it with a friend of his.” More tears ran down her face. “After that is when he made me… start… um…doing it for money.” The tears flowed down her face like a waterfall. “When I didn’t… he’d hurt me so bad.” She covered her face and started to cry like a baby.

Jack pulled over to the side of the road and pulled her into his arms. He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Don’t worry, no one will hurt you again as long as you’re with me.”

“He’d tie me up..” she cried harder. “He… he… put these clips on my um…nipples and my…other spot.” She hugged Jack tightly; her tears ran down his shirt. “It hurt me so bad.”

He rocked the young girls’ sobbing body in his arms. Caressing her back and giving her the love she needed so bad. “Come on… you’re safe now. Nobody will ever hurt you again. If they do; they’ll answer to me!”

She sobbed more; returning the hug that Jack was giving her. She felt something she had never known before, a loving hug from a man. It made her so warm inside feeling his big, strong arms around her body. This was the first time she had ever been held without a man trying to get inside her tender body. This was a true hug of love; not just lust.

13.

Jack reached to the glove compartment of the car pulling out his cell phone. He dialed the number to his house and waited for Hillary to answer.

The two lovers were wrapped together like two snakes. Arms around each other. Hands feeling and caressing every sensitive spot they could touch trying to bring each other pleasure. They’re soft, creamy white thighs pushing on each other. The orgasm was close for each of them. Soft moans of the approaching orgasm filled the room. 

“Oh yes!” the young girl moaned as Hillarys’ fingers moved between her legs and entered her tender body. “I love you! Make me cum! Please!” the young girl moaned as Hillary moved her fingers inside her delicate flesh.

Hillary sat up and said. “Let’s turn around.” She smiled and moved her face between her young lovers’ legs, smelling the sweet scent of arousal. Her eyes saw the wetness flowing from her youthful sex, knowing it was from all the kissing and touching they shared. Her soft tongue traced the wetness to its starting place. Making sure she licked every up every drop of the wonderful fluid.

The young girl moaned out with delight. “OH GOD! YES! YES!”  Spreading her young legs, giving Hillary, her lover, complete access to all of her hidden fruits. 

Hillary moved to the source of her lovers’ fire. Hillary tenderly sucked on her lovers’ tiny nub, sending waves of pleasure through her already excited body. She sucked, licked and nibbled every inch of her lovers’ velvety sex. 

“Oh, I love you! I love you!” the young girl cried out as her orgasm neared. “Eat me! Lick me!” her hips thrashed into Hillarys’ face as she tried to complete her task.

‘RING…RING…RING!’ the phone sang out.

Hillary went on pleasuring her young lover; her tongue entered the little wet opening between the girls’ legs. She lapped at her insides, tasting all the girl had to offer. The young girl pulled her legs to her breasts and spread as wide as possible. Hillary pushed her face into the girl as hard as she could, sucking her harder.

“Hillary! Oh my God!” she yelled out with pleasure.

‘RING…RING…RING!’ the phone sang out again.

“FUCK!” Hillary yelled reaching for the phone. “Hello.” She listened to the voice on the phone. “Hi Baby! How was your trip?” she asked her husband Jack.

“It was great! I can’t thank you enough.” He replied. “What you been up to? Anything fun?”

Hillary almost giggled at his question. “Well, after you left, I called Becky and had her come over and spend the night with me.” She gave the sexy black haired girl a wink and slid her fingers between her legs.

“That’s nice. Hey! On the way up there, I saw a bad wreck on the highway.” He took a deep breath in and looked to his new friend. “I stopped to help, of course. There was a young girl, she is hurt real bad and doesn’t have any place to stay and her car was totaled out.”

Hillary was a kind-hearted person. “Oh no! Is she OK?” she sat up in bed and waited for Jack to reply.

“Yes, I hope this is OK. I’m bringing her home with me. We’ll be there in just a second.” Jack waited for her to yell out but there was just silence. “Hello?” he said into the small phone.

“I’m here.” She motioned for Becky to start getting dressed. “That’s fine, but I’m going on the Ladies Retreat from church Sunday night. Did you forget?” she knew he did, his mind was mush when it came to helping someone. Everything else left his mind.

Jack had forgotten. “Yes, you know me. Well, we’ll figure it out when I get there. See ya in about one minute. Bye!” he said turning off the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked giving Jack a concerned look. She didn’t want to back to the city and she didn’t want Jack doing so much driving in one day.

Jack gave her a smile and patted her bare thigh. “It’s nothing, I forgot my wife is going on a trip Sunday night. You’ll have to put up with me all week.” He said looking down to her soft thigh; it sent a rush of blood between his legs.

“I think that will be nice. We’ll get a chance to know each better.” She said looking to his face. “I’ll get a chance to find out why Emily was so crazy about you.” She gave him a sexy wink.

“HURRY! He’ll be here any second.” Hillary said jumping from the bed. She ran to the closet and jerked down a blouse and her tightest pair of blue jeans. “He’s bringing home some girl that was in a wreck.” Hillary wiggled her firm bottom into the jeans, pulling up on the jeans with each sexy wiggle.

Becky stopped to watch the wonderful sight of Hillarys’ tiny bottom as it wiggled into the jeans. Her breasts bounced up and down with each sexy wiggle. “Oh, that turns me on so much!” she said looking to Hillarys’ behind as it strained to get into the small garment. She had been with her every possible way two women could have been with each other but this drove her wild. 

“You are such a ‘horn dog’ girl!” She walked to Becky, jerked her face to hers and drove her tongue down Beckys’ throat. “Hurry up!” she yelled, slapping the young girls’ butt and ran from the bedroom and out to the front porch of the house just as Jack pulled into the driveway.

She ran to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. “Hi, I’m Hillary, Jacks’ wife.” She saw Donnas’ battered face and reached caress her hair. “Oh, you poor thing!” Hillary gasped with sadness for the girl. “Does it hurt much?” Hillary asked her looking down to see the very short skirt that covered her body.

“Hi, I’m Donna.” She replied in her soft voice. “The hospital gave me these things. Jack wanted to stop and buy me something better, but I wasn’t up to it at all.” He hadn’t but Donna had to help out her new savior any way she could. She had seen the look from his wife when she had seen the clothes Emily gave her.

Hillary helped Donna from the car. “Well, it won’t matter. It looks like we are just about the same size. I have lots of things I can give you.” She helped Donna walk towards the house until Donnas’ knees started to buckle. “Jack! Hurry, she’s falling!” Hillary yelled as she held up Donna.

Jack ran to the women, he swooped Donna in his arms with little effort and held her tight. “That was a long drive. You just relax and we’ll take care of you.” He whispered in her tiny ear.

About that time Becky came from the house. “Hi Jack.” She said in her usual sexy tone of voice. She had wanted Jack since she first turned into a woman, but she ended up making it with his wife instead. 

“Hi Becky.” He gave her a wink and saw she was also wearing a skintight pair of jeans. “Can you get my bag from on the hood of the car? It has her pain pills in it.” He looked at her firm breasts, seeing her nipples were hard as little pebbles. After his Friday night of sinning, he thought how nice it would be to suck them and slid his thick penis into her young body.

Becky saw her face. “You poor thing!” she to reached to caress the girls’ hair. “You look so handsome today, Jack.” She whispered as she pushed her hips into his side and went for the bag on the car.

Jack walked in the house and went straight to their lavish guestroom. “You get her comfortable, I’ll get a glass of water and an ice pack.” He said pulling Hillary to his side, making sure the front of her tight jeans pushed against him. “You look great today.” He slid his big, strong hand down to her firm bottom and gave it a good squeeze.

Hillary jerked away from him. “Stop it, Buster. Go get some water. She needs her pills, the poor thing is in pain.” She stretched up and gave Jack a big kiss and pushed him from the room.

“Donna. I’m going to take off your blouse and that skirt. It’s got to be a pain wearing them.” Hillary said as she moved next to the bed. The girl was so beautiful, even with her battered face. Her body reminded Hillary of what she looked like 15 years ago. Age had crept up on her making her breasts sag a little and her bottom had begun to spread more than she liked.

Donna tried to sit up. “Oh God it hurts so bad.” She needed help but was afraid her new friends would see her abused body. Not the injuries they could see but the ones under her clothes. The ones her mean pimp had done to her with his leather belt and his fist.

Hillary helped her sit forward. “Here, let me do everything. You just relax, OK?” Hillary told the Donna and she began to take off her blouse, exposing her beaten breasts. Large bruises covered her tiny mounds and there was a cut that looked like it was done with some kind of clamp. “Oh baby! Who did this to you?” tears filled Hillarys’ eyes when she saw the girls’ body.

“My…My… um… I’m a hooker. Jack didn’t get me from a car wreck. He is hiding me from my pimp.” She bursts into tears as she told Hillary the story. “He saved my life. I had a nicked artery in my nose. He held it so I wouldn’t bleed to death and rushed me to the hospital. Please, don’t be mad at him for lying to you, he is only protecting me.” She sobbed on Hillarys’ shoulder.

Hillary held Donnas’ sobbing body in her arms, gently rocking her. “It’s all right. He should have told me the truth but I don’t care. We’ll help you all we can.” Jack walked into the room, her saw Hillary giving him a firm look. “Won’t we, Jack?”

“So, you know the truth. I had to get her out of there. He’d try to kill her again.“ Jack said walking to Donna. He handed her the glass of water that’s when he saw her abused body. “OH LORD!” he gasped when he saw her tortured breasts. He fell on his knees beside the bed, his hands moved to her abused flesh, he gently caressed her as he silently said a prayer for her.




The Preacher Ch. 02



Hillary watched with a bit of jealousy and excitement when she saw his big hands on Donnas’ bare breasts. She knew he was only trying to comfort her. “Jack, help me finish undressing her.”

“Where’s Becky? She should be doing this, not me. I don’t want to embarrass Donna.” He looked down to Donnas’ sweet face. She managed a little smile for him.

Hillary touched Donna. “Is it all right if he helps me? Becky went home. I’ll need help.” She smiled at them both. She knew Jack wound never, get out of line with another woman, he was too faithful for that!

“I think that’ll be all right.” She looked to Hillary and leaned forward to finish dressing. “I’m really sorry for all the trouble I’m putting you through.”

Hillary put the soft blouse over Donnas’ arms and replied. “It’s no trouble sweety. I’m just glad Jack brought you home with him. You’ll be safe here.” She leaned to give Donna a little kiss on her cheek. “Why did that man do this to you?” she asked as she finished pulling the blouse on Donna.

“He didn’t think I made enough money or I was hiding it from him. Either way he was going to make sure it didn’t happen again.’ Donna replied to Jack and Hillary seeing the concern on their faces.

Jack patted her on the arm. “Well, it won’t ever happen again as long as I know you.” He stood up. “I’ve got some things to do, are you ladies OK now?”

“I think we’ll be fine.” Hillary said giving him a sexy look. Jack knew he’d be getting some of her wonderful ass tonight. They’d been together so long they knew when each other needed a good roll in bed.

14.

Jack went to the basement of their home and made his way to the large gun cabinet that sat under the stairs. He wasn’t going to take any chances, if some low life ‘pimp’ had the nerve to come looking for Donna, he would going home in a body bag.

Jack pulled out a few of his favorite guns and began to give then a good cleaning and oiling. He had been working for about 30 minutes when he heard Hillary call his name.

“Jack?” she called down the stairs.

“Down here, baby.” He replied laying one of the pistols on his workbench and picked up the pump shotgun.

Hillarys’ eyes opened wide when she saw what he was doing. “Do you think that guy will come here?” she asked with fear in her voice. She’d seen Jack go wild a few times but he’d never pulled his guns out like this before.

Jack pulled her to him, making sure his hardness pushed against her tight blue jeans. “Well, if he does, he’s got one heck of a surprise coming to him.” His oil covered hands moved to her fine ass, giving it a good firm squeeze.

“Mmmm, you nasty, boy. Trying to get me horny.” She said pushing into his hardness. She needed to be pleased really bad. Her lovemaking had been interrupted with Becky and she was on fire inside.

He pulled her tiny blouse over her head and tossed it on the floor. “I need you sexy woman.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, exposing his full hardness to Hillary. “See, he’s so lonely for you.” He pulled her back into his arms, driving his tongue into her mouth. His hands roamed every inch of her body; he made sure to give her hard nipples a little extra care.

“Oh, yes!” Hillary moaned when his strong fingers toyed with her hard nipples. He had always been able to bring her to her knees whenever he wanted to by teasing them. “You’re bad, doing this to me.” She leaned against his workbench and enjoyed all of his wonderful touches.

Jack laughed at her words. “You think this is bad, watch this.” He pulled down her tight jeans and sat her tiny bottom on his bench. He saw that her panties were soaked and she was very swollen. “Looks like you’re kinda excited. Any ideas on how to fix this?” he asked her as he moved his fingers to her swollen sex.

“Jack!” she moaned as his big fingers teased her sex. He was a master with them, so gentle and so pleasing. “I’m sure we could find something big and hard to put in it.” Her hands reached to his stiff hardness; pulling it between her legs. “Think this will fit?” 

Jack leaned to her; his hardness pushed into her drenched panties. ”It might just fit, want to see?” he asked his he began to place tiny kisses on her neck. His hands covered her breasts and he pushed inside his sexy woman. “Oh, yes! It fits real good!” he moaned when her inner muscles welcomed him in her wet body.

“Yes! Oh, Jack!” cried out as he started to use her burning sex. Her little hips moved with him and her legs wrapped around his back; pulling him even deeper in her inflamed body.

Jack pushed in her as deep as he could. “You’re wonderful!” he said thinking of Emily back in the city. She was so much tighter than Hillary was and a lot wetter. He used Hillary as his mind drifted to the beautiful young girl.

“JACK! OH, YES!” Hillary screamed when she felt her orgasm building deep in her body. Her nails dug into his strong back. Her hips moved faster as did his stiff penis inside her burning body. She squeezed her muscles around his throbbing shaft; she knew this always turned him on.

As Hillary squeezed around him, he thought of Emily even more. Her body squeezed him like this. He thought of being inside the young girl. He used Hillary faster, deeper. Thrusting in her as far and deep as he could. He needed to release; he needed to be in the girl that had rocked his life last night. Emily!

“OH, MOTHER FUCK!” Jack yelled, looking into Hillarys’ pretty eyes. But, all he saw was Emily. Her pretty, smiling face. Her big, full breasts filled his mind. How they swayed back and forth while they made love. He used Hillary as hard as he could, thrusting deep into her body. His workbench squeaked with each thrust into Hillary.

He sprayed his seeds deep into her, giving her final tease she needed. “OH, MY GOD!” she screamed as her body released around his pumping shaft. Her body shook with delight as the massive orgasm rushed through her. She thought of her young lover the night before, just like Jack had done. She thought of her tender touches and the soft rubber dildo that had made her orgasm. 

Her head flew back and screams of pleasure came from her mouth. Jack used her as hard as he could, filling her sex full with his stiff penis. Their lovemaking went on for an hour before they stopped, each of them thought of their lovers from last night.

“We need to do it down here more often!” Hillary giggled as Jack pulled from her body. She knew her thoughts of Becky is why she orgasmed so well. She loved Jack but she also loved Becky with all of her heart. She couldn’t wait to share their room during the ladies retreat.

15.

The next morning, Jack went off to church by himself. He told everyone in church that Hillary was sick, he couldn’t tell them she was home taking care of a beautiful hooker he had brought home.

“Well, I guess I’m all ready.” Hillary said as she and Jack stood by her car. “I’ll call you when we get to the lake.” She leaned against his, letting her tongue slide into his mouth. She watched as he gently began suck it. He knew this was a big turn on for her, it sent rushes of heat between her legs. 

His hands moved under her sort, silk skirt finding her panty covered bottom. “I’m going to miss you and this.” He said as he moved his hand to her damp sex. “I should have jumped you this morning.”

“It will be good when I get back. You’ll be horny and I’ll be on fire. We might kill each other!” she said with a big grin.

Jack moved his finger up her moist folds of tender flesh. “I’m going to be counting the minutes until you come back.” He replied teasing her tiny sex nub. 

“Let me go before we end up doing it on the hood of the car.” She giggled pulling from him. “Oh, remember to help Donna with her skin lotion.”

Jack gave her a soft kiss and said. “I will. You be careful.”

Hillary got in her car. “Well, you have a good week. I’ll see you Friday night.” She blew him a kiss and drove away.

Jack walked back into the house and to Donnas’ room. “Well, it’s just you and me. Hillary is gone.” Jack said. “She told me to be sure and help you put on the skin lotion.”

“Mmmm, I get a rub down from you?” she asked looking at his face. “Do I get to take my clothes of for you?” she teased him, but in fact she wanted to show him every inch of her body.

“Sure! How do you want to do this?” he looked as she began slip off her shirt. “I guess I should start on your back.” He said looking at her pretty body.

Donna gave him a sexy look and turned on her stomach. “This is going to be so nice having your big, strong hands on me!” she purred waiting for his hands.

“I used to rub down Hillary with this. It maked her skin so soft and silky.” He said moving next to her. He poured some lotion on his hands and rubbed them together. “Here goes.” And he began to gently rub her neck and shoulders.

Donnas’ body was in heaven having his big hands on her body. “Oh WOW!” she moaned at his touch. He started by her shoulders, moving slowly down her back just above her tiny bottom. Her soft moans of pleasure filled the room. “Mmmm, you’re killing me, but it feels SO good.” She had never been touched like this in her life, only a few squeezes or her nipples been pulled by some horny low-life.

His big hands moved down her hips and to her tiny bottom. His hands slid under her panties to the soft flesh. Slowly he worked his way around her, making sure his fingers caressed every inch of her. He also made sure to rub up and down the small crack of her bottom. He gently caressed the lotion into tops of her silky legs, making sure he gave her soft thighs a good teasing. As his hands moved around her legs, he would let a few of his big fingers slid between her young legs. “Well, I guess you can turn over now.”

She slowly turned over, giving Jack a little grin. “This should be so much fun!” Donna said with a little girl tone in her voice. She was ready to explode. His big, strong hands drove her wild rubbing her back, she was sure to orgasm before he was finished rubbing her front.

“You think so?” Jack replied rubbing more lotion into his hands. “I sure could get used to touching you like this.” He looked to her tiny, bruised breasts and down her flat stomach and finally to the hips that turned him on so much. “Where shall I start?” he gently touched one of her hard nipples. “Here? Or… maybe down here?” he caressed her tummy. “Or…here.” He said rubbing his hands around the top of her heated sex mound.

“Oh yes! That’s a great place to start.” She moaned thrusting her hips up to meet his hands.  “Oh Jack!” she cried out as his hands moved across her wet sex, sending waves of excitement through her inflamed body.

He moved his hands between her legs to her creamy thighs, as he caressed them, his thumbs gently rubbed the sides of her excited sex mound. As his hands moved up her thighs, his thumbs caressed the delicate mound of flesh. Each caress down, his thumbs gently opened her soft folds of flesh.

Her little body pushed into his hands, she needed him to please her body. “Make me cum! Please!” she begged looking up to Jacks’ face. Her eyes were filled with want and desire. 

Jack looked to her wet mound of sex; he gently pulled the drenched panties from her hips. “Anything for you.” And he slipped two fingers deep into her young body.

“OH MY GOD!” Donna screamed as his fingers sent her body into a massive orgasm like she had ever known in her young life. “YES! YES!” she screamed more when he began pumping his long fingers in and out of her tender folds of flesh.

He looked to her sex as his fingers used her, he could see her wonderful juices had covered him. “Go baby! You have fun. Cum on me!” he said leaning to her bruised lips, he kissed her while his fingers never missed a stoke.

“Jack!” she panted as she returned his kiss. “Take me! Please!” her tiny hand found his hard penis. She began moving up and down his long shaft. She needed him and it in her so bad she hurt.

Jack pushed away her hand and said. “No, when you’re better. You’ll like it even more then.” He lye beside her holding her in his arms until night fall.

Their playing and massaging went on the rest of the week until Saturday morning. “I’m need something good to eat.” Jack said sliding his fingers deep inside Donnas’ body.

“Well, you know where to get something good, if you ever want it.” she replied with a little smile on her face. “Can I wear one of your shirts and I’ll make us some lunch?” Donna asked sliding from her bed only wearing a small shirt and a pair of pink panties that just did cover her small hips and bottom.

“Ummm, yes.” He stuttered looking at her great body and climbed from the bed. She had nice perky 34c breasts. She had very, very trim waist. And she had a tight little ass that a person could look at for hours.

She walked towards Jack, making sure she had a more wiggle in her hips. “So, let’s pick me out a shirt.” She took his hand and led him to his and Hillarys’ room. “What shall I wear?” she asked as she looked through Jacks’ shirts. “This looks nice!” she said pulling out one of his summer shirts. It was a white silk shirt that he hadn’t worn in two years. “Hold it for a second.” And she pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts and her tiny waist.

“You are a very pretty young girl.” He said looking up and down her body. “I should take my shirt and let you run around like this all day.” He would love looking at her sexy body, even her bruised breasts.

She smiled and replied. “And, what would your wife say?” she moved in front of Jack making sure her tiny hips pushed against him. She could feel his hardness forming against her trim stomach.

“I won’t tell if you don’t!” he laughed moving his big hands to her small hips. “You are so beautiful.” He gently began to caress her, making sure he felt her wonderful, tight bottom. His big hands covered her little bottom with ease and he gently caressed her.

She rested her head on his strong chest. “You better stop before something good and nasty happens.” She purred as his hands moved around her young body. He was turning her on more than any time in her young life. She was on fire!

Jack could feel her body trembling with every one of his touches. “You, OK?” he asked as he traced the seam of her panties down between her little legs, where he could feel her wetness and heat.

“Yes!” she moaned pressing into him. Her body was about to explode. “You are turning me on so much, I’ll be lucky if I can walk!” she pulled from him and slid the shirt on. “Want to help me button it? She smiled at him as sexy as a woman could.

Jacks’ big hands moved to the shirt and he made sure he brushed against her tiny breasts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you there.” He gave her a big hug sending a rush of excitement deep into her flat tummy. 

Her knees were weak as his touches sent waves of excitement through her like she had never known before. Every inch of her body was tingling. “No wonder why Emily is so crazy about you!” she would love to know what he could do to a woman in bed.

“Let’s go make lunch, I’m starving!” he gave her tiny bottom one more good squeeze and they went to the kitchen.

All during the time Donna cooked they’re lunch she made sure to give Jack little peeks of her tiny bottom. She would reach an inch or so more than she needed to; making sure the shirt exposed her bottom.

“Girl, you show that sexy ass of yours one more time, I might just take you to your room and do things to you.” Jack said looking at her silky legs. He was hard as a rock from all of her wonderful teasing. Plus, he was horny from his thinking of Emily.

She bent down to put away a pan. “Oh really! So, I shouldn’t do something like this?” she teased him making sure he got a great view of her bottom. By this time her panties were soaking wet.

“Looks like you might have a problem.” He said looking between her legs seeing how wet she was. He had been giving the poor girl massages all week; it was taking its toll on her, he needed to give her what she really wanted.

She walked towards him and moved right against him. “I need to find a nice big, handsome man to help me fix it.” Her wet sex pushed against Jacks’ right hand. She needed him to love her not just ‘use’ her like all the other nasty men she had been with the last few years.

He began to caress her wet sex, sending waves of pleasure through her tiny body. “I guess it’s time I fixed this nice thing for you.” He said leaning to kiss her pink lips.

“Oh, that would be so nice.” She moaned pushing her sex into his big, strong hand. “Can we go now, please!” she begged him. She was on fire; her young body had never felt anything like this in her life.

“Sure.” He replied standing up and pulling her into his big arms. “You are so beautiful!” he gently kissed her soft lips and took her to her room.

He sat her on her bed and began to undress. First his shirt then his jeans. “Oh my Lord!” was all she could say when she saw his long, thick manhood. “This is going to be so much fun!” she slid to the floor in front of him, her tiny hands wrapped around his thickness. “Lunch time!” she giggled and took him deep into her hot mouth.

“Oh girl. That is so nice.” Jack said as he looked down to see his stiff manhood deep in her mouth. She moved back and forth, sucking him ever so easy. Her tongue danced around the tip of him, her little hands began to slowly stroke up and down his long, hard pole. “Stop! I want to be inside you.” He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then pulled down her wet panties. He needed this sweet girl so bad he hurt.

“Oh you bad boy, pulling off a girls’ panties!” Donna giggled. She caressed his unshaven face. “How do you want me Jack?” she asked in a loving tone of voice. “Any way you like is fine with me.” She crawled on the bed and waited for him to join her.

Jack stood over her looking down to her he saw the innocent little girl in her that was taken away by someone that should have protected her but instead he hurt her. Jack knew it was up to him to show her true love not lust or a fat, nasty stepfather abusing her.

“You’re so beautiful!” he said and lay on the bed with her. “How would you like to do it?” anyway with this special girl would be fine with him, he didn’t care. “I want you to do anything you like or have ever dreamed of. You must like something?”

Oh yes, she did like something, a lot. “Lay on your back.” She said with excitement in her voice. “I’ve always wanted a big man like you to lay down and let me ride you.” She watched as Jack moved to the center of the bed and his hard manhood stood straight up ready for her to climb on it.

“Is this OK?” he asked her looking into her eyes and saw the lust in them. She was a young lady on fire.

Donna watched his long shaft sticking up in the air and wondered if the massive piece of meat would fit in her tiny sex. “Yes! That is fine.” She cleared her throat and slowly moved over him. “This is going to be so much fun!” she said as she lye on his thick chest.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” Jack said as he caressed her back. “I want this be special for you.” His hands moved down to her tiny bottom. “Lift up a little.” As she lifted her hips, Jack lined his long penis to her small opening. “Just go nice and easy.” He told her as his thick manhood started to ease into her body. Her tight sex welcomed him by gently squeezing every inch of him.

Donna bit down on her lower lip as Jacks’ big penis slowly sank deep into her tight body. “Jack!” she screamed out as their hips met and his long penis touched places she had never felt before. “It’s so good!” Donna moaned out as she lye across Jack.

His big hands caressed her back and down to her little bottom. “You are wonderful!” he said as he flexed his hardness inside her little body. His hands held her tiny hips and he slowly moved her up and down on his stiffness.




The Preacher Ch. 02



“You’re so big!” she gasped for air as she thrust her thin hips down on his thick shift. “I could fall in Love with you so easy!” little did Jack know, but she had fallen in love with him their second day alone. 

He rolled on top of her and pushed in her deeper than before. “Emily might get mad if you did.” He said as he began pushing in and out of her young body. 

Her arms locked around his strong neck as he pleased both their bodies. “Think she would share you?” she panted for air, pushing her hips up to meet his deep thrusts in her.

“I.. don’t… think…so, I’m cuming!” Jack yelled ramming as deep in her as he could. His big penis began to fill her tiny hole full of hot, think cum. He moved faster, enjoying the feel of her tight body wrapped around his big shaft.

Donnas’ eyes widened as her body exploded around his penis, her fingernails dug into his big, broad back. “JACK! YES!” she screamed as her orgasm raced over her body. She had never known anything so wonderful in her life. 

The two lovers held each other as close as possible, Donna didn’t want this wonderful man to leave her side and Jack held Donna, thinking of Emily.

Hillary returned home later that night. “Well, did you two have a good time together?” she asked walking into the kitchen, seeing that Jack and Donna had made a very nice dinner.

Jack looked to Donna, giving her a little wink, then he moved to Hillary. “We had a great time. How was your week?” he asked hugging her to him.

16.

The next morning, Jack and Hillary rushed home from church as fast as possible. Their young friend had been home by herself for 3 hours. Jack hated to leave her but he also needed to give his Sunday sermon. He hadn’t missed a Sunday in the last 7 years.

They pulled to the house; Hillary leaned to give him a big kiss. “I love you.” She said with a sad voice. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him deep.

He returned her warm kiss. “What was that for?” he asked her, looking into her sad eyes.

“I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. And, I’m so sorry for all the mean things I’ve ever did to you.” She wanted to tell him thank you for their years together. For giving her anything she every wanted. For being there when she was sick or feeling felling sad. She wanted to say she was sorry for being unable to give him children.

Jack hugged her. “Well, I love you, too.” He said and opened the car door and helped her out. They walked into the house not seeing the two black men hiding in the shadows of the kitchen.

“You go check on Donna and I’ll make lunch.” Hillary told Jack and walked towards the men as they hid in her kitchen.

Jack walked to the guest room, he opened the door not seeing a man standing behind the door with a baseball bat in his hands. He saw Donna sitting up with a funny look on her face. “What’s wro…” his words were cut short when the baseball bat hit him on the back of the head.

“NO!” Donna screamed out when Jack crumbled on the floor. She jumped from the bed and pulled him into her arms, rocking him. “YOU FUCKER! How could you.” She yelled at her pimp, Slick.

Hillary heard the scream and ran towards the room until a massive fist hit her face knocking her to the floor. “Oh yes! Look at this fine hunk of pussy.” One of the men said to the other.

He looked at Hillary. “She’s going to be fun!” he said and began to rip off her dress not knowing that his blow to her face had killed her instantly. The two men took turns using Hillarys’ dead body; they abused her corpse without a care in the world.

“Fuck you, bitch! Wait’n see what I gots planned for you!” Slick the pimp said jerking Donnas’ battered body up to his face. “You gonna be wishin’ you was dead.” He laughed pulling her from the room and out to where the two men were abusing Hillarys’ body.

“Come on, you dumb mother fuckers. We be needing to go.” Slick yelled at the two men.

Donna saw Hillary on the floor and burst into tears. “You rotten piece of shit!” she fell to Hillary hugging her dead body against hers. “THEY KILLED HER! SHE’S DEAD!” Donna cried holding Hillary to her. “YOU KILLED HER!”

“You dumb mother fuckers, fucked a dead bitch!” Slick laughed at his friends. “You stupid mother fuckers!” he laughed and walked to the door. “Get that bitch and let’s get going.”

17.

Jack began to wake up; the room was spinning around. Pain ran through his head like nothing he had ever felt. All his years in the Army, he had never been hurt so bad. 

“Jack? Jack, can you hear me?” a familiar voice called to him. “Jack, wake up. Please come back to me.” Emily cried as she lay across Jack.

Jack moaned in pain and his head began to clear, he knew the voice. It was Emily. “What happened?” he asked her as his arms hugged her tight. It was good to feel her in his arms again. 

“I Donnas’ pimp; Slick followed you guys home.” Emily said wiping tears from her eyes.

Jacks’ mind raced thinking of Hillary and Donna. He had told her she would be safe, but they had got in his house. “Where’s my wife? Who is watching Donna?”  He asked trying to think of who would watch over the two special ladies.

“I called to tell you to watch out and the police told me you had been hurt very bad and…Jack. Nobody has seen Donna since you took her. Nobody here even knew you had her in your house.” Now how was she going to tell him his wife was dead? Killed by a ‘low life’ pimp. Her pretty face smashed into her brain, she died instantly. Tears ran down her face as she thought of an easy way to tell him. “Your wife is…” she sniffed. “She’s dead. They killed her.”

His heart shattered in a million pieces. His wife of ten years gone. The lovely woman that had been by his side, good or bad they had always made it through whatever came their way. Now, she was gone.

He stared at the ceiling thinking of all the wonderful things they had done together. Tears ran down his face as he thought of her. She filled every inch of his body, from his beaten head down to his toes. He didn’t say another word for two days, even when the Emily came to get him for Hillarys’ funeral.

He stood in the cold, pouring rain. Emily held him close to her body; she could feel him trembling against her. When the service ended he moved to Hillarys’ coffin, he placed a beautiful, red rose on her casket. Falling on his knees he began to weep like a baby.

Emily ran to him, she fell on her knees beside him, holding him, comforting him. “Come on, it’ll be all right. The cops will get them.” She said as the church members watched her holding Jack.

They looked with shocked eyes, seeing this unknown woman holding their preacher. Who told a common ‘Whore’ that she could be here? Why was she here on this sad day? How long had she been his mistress, his ‘Whore’? Their minds were filled with unclean thoughts of their beloved preacher.

Jack hugged Hillarys’ casket. “I’ll get them, baby. They’re going to pay for this.” His heart filled with more hatred than he had ever known. All of his Special Forces training came back to him with one beat of his heart. 

He stood up; tears ran down his face. He saw the many members from the church staring at him and Emily. He gave them a cold, deadly look. “What? Haven’t you seen two people comfort each other before?”

“Jack,” one of the church elders said as he looked to the ground. “The events of the last two days have been to much for the church to overlook.” He paused to catch his breath. “You bringing prostitutes into your house. Your wife was having a lesbian affair, then murdered. And, a woman you committed adultery with shows up at your bedside. The elders have voted to remove you from the church.” 

He tried to touch Jack. “Don’t get near me unless you want your arm ripped off!” Jack said in a cold voice. “Like none of you ‘Godly’ people have never done wrong.” He looked at the bystanders. “Look, see elder Price? Last year he raped his 12-year-old daughter.” The church members’ mouths flew open. “That’s why she went away. To a state home I helped get her in.” Jack looked around more. “Oh, don’t over look Mr. and Mrs. Henry Abbott,” he paused so the church members’ could change they’re hateful stares. “They like going to town to swingers clubs.”

Jack looked over them one more time. “Oh, one more.” He smiled, then said. “Good ol’ Doctor Bennette, do you want me to tell them about it?” Jack waited for an answer from the 85-year-old man. “He just loves young boys, the younger the better. Right Doc?” he gave him a teasing wink. He tore the bandage from the back of his head. “Well, all of you can, kiss my ass!” he said taking Emily by the arm and walked away. He walked Emily to Hillarys’ BMW. “You drive. I’ll show you the way.”	

18.

Once they got to Jacks’ house place. “Over by the barn.” He told her caressing her arm. “You know what I have to do. Do you want to go or wait here until I get back?” he looked into her tear filled eyes, waiting for her reply.

“The police will get them, you don’t have to do this. What if?” she couldn’t say it. “What if they kill you?” she blurted out. She would die if anything happened to him.

He just smiled at her. “No body will kill me, baby. I was trained to kill a lot worse than shit like them.” He held her sobbing body to his. “Come on, we have to get things ready to go. We leave in an hour.” He opened the car door and walked to the barn. “Here’s my baby!” he said pulling open the large barn doors. “Like it?”

Emily looked at the giant truck; she had never seen anything so big in her life. “My God! What is it?” she looked up to the truck, the tires were taller than she was. She would need a ladder to get in it. And, it had a big steel cover around the front to protect the radiator. 

“Isn’t it pretty?” he asked looking at her face. Even men he had showed his toy to had the same look on their faces. “I think this will give us a little advantage, what do ya think?”

She laughed and looked at Jack. “Yes! When they see it they’ll go into shock, then you can just run them over!” she moved to his side. “Were you in the Army or something?”

“Yes, Special Forces for ten years.” He patted her sexy ass. “You better go get changed into something else. Do you have anything?” he pulled her into his arms. “By the way, thank you for being here today.”

Emily returned his soft hug. “I’m glad I could be here for you.” She gave him a small kiss. “I brought some things with me.” She backed from him and asked. “Can they just vote you out of your church like that?”

“It don’t matter. Now I can go where I’m needed.” He gave her a big smile. “All I’ll have to do is find a nice woman to marry, in a year or so.” He said reaching up to open the door of the truck. “Can you move the car?”

“Really! I’d hate to see you run it over.” She laughed as she moved to the car. She backed it to the house. Jack turned the key to the truck, it roared to life. It could be heard a mile away it was so loud, and full of power. He drove the big truck up to the house.

Emily watched as he put his guns and boxes of ammunition in the truck. The heat built between her legs as she watched. “You know I’m going to die waiting a year for you.” She said with a sad look on her gentle, loving face.

Jack stopped and looked at her, tiny tears filled her eyes. It broke his heart to see her cry. “Come on.” He hugged her to him; her warm body sent chills through him. “It won’t be that bad. Just think, how good it will be when we do get together.” He caressed her sexy behind. “Oh, one more thing,” he said giving her his big smile. “You’re no longer living in town and we’re going to find you a better job.”

Emily just about jumped up and down when she heard what he had said. No more nasty men touching her. No more worries about getting some disease, and best of all, a wonderful man to look after her. Someone to comfort her, hold her and someday give her the love she needed so bad. “You’ll never know how good that makes me feel.” She rested her head on his shoulder and wept with joy.

He held her a few minutes then said. “Come on, let’s go get ready.” 

He took her hand and led her into the house. It was the first time he had been in it since that day. Police chalk still marked where Hillary had been killed, along with the dry puddle of blood on the floor it looked like a scene from a horror movie. 

Jack fell to his knees next to the chilling spot and cried. Emily moved next to him on the cold, blood soaked floor. “They should have cleaned this up. Nobody told me where you lived…” she wiped tears from her eyes and continued talking. “Or, I would done it for you. They all were so mean to me,” she said holding his head on her breasts. Her gentle hands ran through his black hair as she rocked him.

Jacks’ heart was raging with anger. He needed revenge for his wifes’ cruel death and to find out if Donna was still alive or if they had killed her. “We need to get ready. I have to find Donna, I promised she’d be safe here and they still got her.” 

19.

The huge truck rolled down the street. A heavy rain fell on dirty city, washing away some of the scum and stench that coated the city. The streets were empty, none of the normal nighttime dealings. No bums, no drug dealers, even the working girls were in for the night.

“You think that basterd will be here?” Jack asked as he steered the truck with one hand and held a large pistol in the other. He wanted to find this little low life pimp and give him some of what he gave Hillary.

Emily was filled with fear; she’d seen what Slick could do to people. “I’m pretty sure. He never goes out unless it’s to beat up a girl.” She replied looking to Jack and the big gun in his hand. She just hoped he knew how to use it. “His place is just around the corner.” She lifted her hand and pointed to a dim lit warehouse. “See that funny colored light?” she asked Jack. “That’s his place. He normally has 4 or 5 guys outside the building.”

“Sounds like a real tough guy.” He replied. Jack was filled with hate; the man that killed his beautiful wife was a few hundred feet away. He was going to show these people what some good ol’ country ‘pay back’ was all about. They were going to pay the price for killing his wife and possibly Donna.

Jack reached behind the seat, pulling out a shotgun, two pistols and extra ammo clips and slipped them into his jacket pockets. Also, few boxes of shells and a big ‘Commando’ knife. He held it up the show Emily and said. “I plan on putting this up that fuckers ass.” He smiled sliding the knife under his belt. He handed Emily a can of black shoe polish. “Rub this on my face.”

She began to rub the black polish on his face, she could see he had changed from a sweet loving man into a revenge seeking killer. “All we have to do is call the police and they’ll come and get them.” She tried to convince Jack, but she knew he wanted to get them himself.

“They won’t do shit to them, they didn’t leave any evidence.” Jacks’ dark eyes looked around the dim lit building. He would start by taking out the guards, then work his way inside. “I’ll take care of this and save some court costs.” He said with a big smile.

Emily tried the return the smile but it was more of a smile of worry. “I’m just worried, these guys don’t fool around, Jack.” She was terrified they would kill the only man she had truly loved. 

Jack grabbed face, making her look to his eyes. “Girl! I was in the Army Special Forces. I’ll get them. Don’t you worry.” He said in a firm voice and gave her a big kiss. “Well, it’s time.” 

“Be careful.” Emily said as big tears of worry ran down her pretty face. She would die if anything to him.

He caressed her face and disappeared into the cool, rainy night to seek out the scum that killed his beautiful wife and kidnapped Donna. He slipped from shadow to shadow making his way towards the run down warehouse. 

Once to the building, he saw a man sitting just to the side of the warehouse on a trash can. The red glow from his cigarette lit his unsuspecting face. “First victim!” Jack whispered to himself and moved across the flooded ally, making sure to remain in the darkness of the many shadows. Jack moved behind the man with ease, just like he had done so many times in the Army. He lifted the butt of his shotgun high into the air and brought it down to the back of his head.

‘THUMP’

The back of the unsuspecting victims’ head caved in like a melon being dropped on the ground. Jack grabbed his lifeless body and eased it against the wet building and moved towards the front door of the warehouse. Another man stood in the doorway trying to hide from the pouring rain.

Jack moved against the wall of the building, when he was close enough he reached into the doorway, pulling the next victim to his face. “Good evening!” Jack said as he slid his razor sharp knife between his ribs and up into his heart. His lifeless body fell against Jack and he let it drop to the cold, wet street.

He looked inside the door. “All clear.” He whispered and slid inside. He could hear voices and laughter from someplace towards the rear of the large structure. He carefully made his way towards the sounds. As he got closer he could hear another sound, the sound of someone begging.

“No please!  No more!” Donnas’ voice filled Jacks’ ears.

It sent a rush of excitement to his heart. She was alive! Jack moved silently through the warehouse, making his way around huge crates and smaller boxes until he could see Donna and her captures. They had her naked, tied to a table with clothes pins clipped on just about every inch of her body. From her poor bruised breasts down to her most private place.

“Poor baby.” Jack whispered pulling both pistols from his coat pockets. “You mother fuckers are dead!” he whispered again watching the men as they continued to torture Donnas’ tender body.

Slick slapped Donna on the face and said. “If you didn’t run off, my brothers here wouldn’t be wanted for killin’ that white bitch.” He looked at the two stupid looking men. “And, the dumb mother fuckers wouldn’t have fucked a dead woman!”

The two men looked like they didn’t have an ounce of brain between them. “Hey man, did ya see dat bitch?  She be’s hot.” The taller of the two said as he rubbed between his legs. “Dat was du bess nut I’s ever pulled.” He wore a sports shirt that looked 5 times to big and his pants looked as if they would fall off any second.

“Shit, she be better dan any bitch I’s ever had!” the other man spoke up in their defense as he pulled up his baggy pants.

Slick swung and hit the first man in his face. “You stupid mother fucker! You killed the bitch! Then you fucked her! You’s a dead man! And, them fuckin’ cops is goin’ to think I’s was in on it!”

Jack heard their words; it sent pain and more anger into his heart. How could they do something so horrendous to his beautiful wife? Raping her after she was dead. Jack gently pulled the hammers on the pistols back. They were ready to kill and so was Jack.

“Fuck you man! Don’t hit me mother fucker!” the tall man pulled back his fist to Slick. “I kill you mother fuck!”

Slick quickly jerked a pistol from his pocket. “Come on mother fuck! I’s put your brain on da floor!” he said walking towards the man. “Come on!” he yelled. Slick held the pistol to his friends’ head. “Next time mother fuck!” he put the gun back in his pocket and turned to go back to Donna.

Jack sprang towards the men, his pistols in each hand.

‘BANG, BANG’ Slicks’ two friends fell to the floor, each with a bullet deep in their brain.

“Don’t move, mother fucker!” Jack said as he rammed his pistol in Slicks’ left ear. “You’re a dead fuck. How ever Donna says, that’s how I’m going to kill you!”

Jack reached with his other hand and began to untie Donna. “I’m so glad you came.” She said with tears in her eyes. “I want him to hurt, like he’s’ done to me so many times!”




The Preacher Ch. 02



“Hear that, fucker? I get to give you some ‘pay back’ for her.” Jack said looking into Slicks’ worried eyes. “What shall we do?” Jack thought as he looked around the warehouse. “What’s that?” he asked Slick pushing him towards a big machine.

Slicks’ eyes widened with fear. “It’s box shredder.” Sweat ran down his face as he looked at Jack. “Dim mother fuckers killed your woman, not me!” he tried pleading his case to Jack but it wasn’t working.

Jack helped Donna pull the pins from her bruised little body, as he did anger ran through him. He drew back his pistol and smashed it into the back of Slicks’ head, knocking him to dirty floor. “Fucker!” Jack yelled then kicked him in the face with his combat boots. Jack reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and locked Slicks’ hands behind his back.

Once all the clothespins were off Donna, she jumped from the table and hugged Jack. “Thank you. For coming.” She said as she trembled in his arms. “I wish I had a pair of those boots. I’d stomp him to death.” She looked to Slicks’ unconscious body on the floor and spit on him.

“I’d be more than happy to give him a few more good kicks for ya.” Jack smiled as he pulled off his jacket and helped Donna put it on her naked body. “Let’s let him wake up, then I have a nice surprise for him.” Jack grabbed his foot and drug him to the box shredder. Jack lifted his legs into the opening of the big machine. “He’s going to love this!” Jack said as he tied Slicks’ feet up and put them inside the box-shredding machine.

“Oh my God!” was all Donna could say when she saw what Jack was going to do to Slick. He had caused her so much pain the last 2 years of her life maybe this was fair. “I don’t think I can watch this.” Her hand covered her mouth in shock.

Jack gave her a quick look and saw that Slick was coming to. “Hi Bud! Glad you came back to join us.” Jack pulled his right leg far behind him and swung it forward sending the big boot deep into the ribs of Slick.

“OH FUCK!” Slick cried out in pain. Again the big boot slammed into the same spot, breaking more of his ribs. “STOP! PLEASE!”

Donna watched as Jack kicked the man that had tortured her so much. “Where else, Baby?” Jack asked stopping to hear her reply.

Tears ran down her face. “He loved hurting me down here.” She said moving her hand between her little legs.

Jack looked at her face, seeing tears; he yanked down Slicks’ baggy pants. “What shall we do?” he asked then he saw his answer. “Oh look at this!” he reached behind the box shredder and pulled a set of car jumper cables. “This should work. What you think? Four big ol’ clams, what should we do with them?” he put them in Slicks’ face then moved towards his target.

“NO! NO!” Slick screamed out as the huge clamp cut deep into the side of his penis. The teeth on the clamp that were made to hold on a battery post cut to the core of his sensitive penis. Blood gushed from it like a waterfall. “OH FUCKER! FUCKER!” he screamed again when Jack clamped the second clam on his right ball. It cut through the tender flesh with ease. “STOP! PLEASE!” Slick begged.

“Shit! I’ve got two more of these nasty clamps to go.” Jack smiled an evil smile and reached to put the clamp of Slicks’ other ball.

“FUCK YOU!” Slick screamed again as the clamp ripped into his other ball. Blood rushed from it just like the other one.

Jack just laughed. “No! Fuck you!” he said clamping the final one on the end of his swollen, bloody, black penis.

“Donna, help me! You love me, baby!” Slick begged Donna to no avail. His body jerked with pain from the massive clamps.

Jack knew from all the blood running from his body, he’d be dead soon. But, there was one more thing to do. “You ready? We need to get you to the hospital.” He reached his hand up to the switch that turned on the shredding machine.

“Yes.” She replied covering her eyes and turning her back away from the machine that was about to tear Slick into hundreds of pieces. “Hurry and do it!” she said waiting for the machine to come to life and the horrible screams that were to follow.

Jack looked down to Slicks’ eyes and said. “Sorry to do this but you should have never killed my wife or hurt that pretty girl so bad.” He flipped on the machine and moved to Donna, pulling her into his arms, he walked from the warehouse.

Horrible screams echoed through the building and could faintly be heard once outside. Jack and Donna knew Slick would never hurt anyone ever again.

20.

“Who is this room has ever sinned?” Jack asked as he moved away from the pulpit. His eyes looked around the small church seeing that most everyone in the church had raised their hand. “I’ve sinned, you’ve sinned, at one time or another everyone in the world has sinned.” He walked back to the pulpit, holding up his Bible he said. “GOD, forgives our sins. He forgave me.” Jack looked to the floor for a few seconds then looked back to the congregation, tears filled his eyes.

“Most of you know the story I’m about to tell.” Jack smiled and went on with the story. “I committed adultery, and God tore my life apart.” He pushed his long, black hair back. “Not two days after my horrible sin against my wife, God took her from me in the most violent way you could ever see.” He wiped his eyes. “Three men had followed me home when I tried to help a young prostitute. They killed my beautiful wife, smashed my head and kidnapped the girl I was helping.”

“And then, he took one of the biggest churches in Georgia from me.” Jack just smiled when he said that. “That didn’t really bother me that much, it freed me to come here and help those who really needed me.”

“I’ve killed people, in the Army and… as a preacher.” He looked at his congregation. “That’s right! I’ve killed in war and I hunted down the men that killed my beautiful wife and I killed them like dogs!” Jack forced a smiled on his face. “Don’t worry I was cleared of any charges.” He laughed.

“The young girl I was helping.” Jack moved to Donna, caressing her soft red hair. “Luckily she lived.” He leaned down and kissed her on the head.

“The woman I committed adultery with…” Jack slowly walked towards Emily. “She too, was a prostitute that I was trying to bring to God. She was so full of life, love and one of the most kind-hearted people I had ever met in my life.” 

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled something, making sure not to let it be seen by anyone, mostly, Emily. He moved in front of her. “You all know Miss Emily.” He put his hand on her shoulder.  “Our preschool teacher. Our day care operator and our childerns’ Sunday school teacher. What would we do without her?” he looked around the small church everyone in the room shook their head to agree with him.

“Well, today I have a special presentation for her.” He got down on his knees in front of her. “Today, I’m going to ask Miss Emily to marry me.” Everyone in the church began to clap and cheer for Jack and Emily. He looked into her pretty green eyes and saw them filled with tears of happiness. “Do you all think she’ll say ‘yes’ or will she turn me down?”

“Ask her, Jack!” someone, yelled out.

An older woman called out. “If she don’t I will, Jack!” the congregation broke out into laughter. Jack himself laughed at her. 

“Thank you, Miss Mathews, I’ll remember that!” he said waving his hand to the 85 year old woman.

Jack held Emilys’ hand. “Miss Emily, will grace me by being my wife?” he looked into her eyes, he knew he answer.

She jumped into his arms sobbing like a little girl. “Yes!” she whispered in his ear.

Jack stood up with her in his arms and twirled her around in a circle. “I reckon next week we’ll be havin’ us a weddin’!” he hugged Emily as tight as he could. He loved her more than he did life it’s self.

The congregation cheered Jack and Emily. They knew of his past and of Emilys’ but no one cared.

Emily whispered in his ear again. “It’s been a year! Can we ‘please’ be together tonight!”

“Yes, I think it’ll be OK” Jack replied pushing his hardness against Emilys’ body. He could feel the heat coming from between her legs and he couldn’t wait to get her in bed.

21.

Later that evening, Jack sat on his bed, waiting for his future wife. It had been a year since their last time together; he needed her very bad. He felt like he was going to explode any second. His erect penis throbbed with anticipation of being inside Emily. Her beautiful body filled Jacks’ mind. How many times in the past year had she turned him on? A hundred or maybe closer to a thousand? He would always enjoying peeking in on her day care room or even in Sunday school just to see her pretty smile. Just seeing her walk down the hallway of the church made him hard for her.

The bathroom door slowly opened, Emily stood in the dim light of the candles that Jack had lit. She wore a see-through, white night shirt that went to the cheeks of her rounded bottom. Her full breasts and nipples were all ready filled with anticipation of what was to come.

“Oh Emily!” Jack gasped when he saw her. His eyes roamed her body; it felt like their first night in her tiny apartment.  He began to fill with blood for the beautiful woman. He stood and walked to her, his stiff penis led the way. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Her eyes saw what she needed, she loved Jack more than anything did, but tonight she needed what was between his legs. She needed his stiff, hard manhood rammed deep in her lonely body. There was one other thing she had been wanting as of late. Being around the little children and all of the babies in the church, she knew she had to have Jacks’.

“See anything you like?” Emily teased Jack as he pulled her into his big, strong arms. His full penis slipped right between her legs to her bare sex. She gasped for air when the hard piece of meat touched her inflamed mound.

Jack didn’t waist any time, his hands grabbed her bottom and he began to rub his stiffness on her swollen sex. “Oh…I see a few things I like.” He teased her back. He wanted every inch of her burning body.

“Maybe we should move to your bed and see what we can do.” Emily said pulling him to the big bed. She lye across it and spread her legs as wide as possible. “Do you see anything you like, now?” she panted for air. She felt like she was going to die if he didn’t take her any second. It had been a year without his long, hard, penis inside her. She knew it had only been inside her one time but she also knew that no other would ever please her like it had done.

Jack lay between her outspread legs; his hands moved under her bottom and his nose was filled with her wonderful scent of arousal. As the scent filled his nose he began to place soft kisses on her tender thighs. He looked to her eyes, they were squeezed closed, and her back arched with delight and her hands were tightly wrapped around the bars on the headboard.

Her soft moans of delight filled the room as Jack kissed his way closer to what Emily needed ‘fixed’. As he moved closer to her swollen mound he let his tongue begin to trace around the tender flesh that lay between her leg and her burning sex. It had always been one of his favorite places on a womens’ body. He continued to tease her for what seemed liked an hour before he moved to her other thigh and began the same wonderful treatment.

“Jack, please!” Emily moaned out softly. “Do it, I need you inside!” she said looking down to his face, buried between her legs. She needed him deep inside, filling her full of his seeds, giving her a baby.

He just smiled at her and made his way up her panting body. He had never seen a woman this excited in his life. “What do you need?” he teased her, placing little kisses on her lips. His hands found her big breasts; they had filled many of his dreams the last year. Her large nipples were filled with blood as he began to roll them in his fingers.

He leaned and sucked one of them into his mouth. “Jack! Yes!” she screamed out when his mouth sucked her swollen nipple. “I need you!” she moaned pushing her hips up to try and catch his hardness inside her body. She needed to be filled before she exploded! “PLEASE! Take me!” Emily begged him wrapping her legs around his hips pulling him down to her ready sex.

But, Jack kept sucking her breasts. “I’ve dreamed of nothing but being inside you.” He said giving her a passionate kiss and he pushed his hardness deep into Emilys’ body. He pushed into her until their hips met. Her sharp fingernails dug holes in his strong back.

Emily screamed out with joy as his long, thick member made it’s way inside her wanting body. “Jack! YES! OH YES!” her screams filled the small room. Her hips pushed up to greet his stiff penis and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside.

“Oh Baby, I love you so much!” Jack moaned and his mouth covered her neck, he began to gently suck, leaving his mark on her. As he sucked, his hips slowly moved back and forth, moving his stiff manhood in and out of her tender sex.

As she lye under him, her hips moved in tiny circles, bringing even more pleasure to this wonderful moment. Her eyes opened wide, a big smile filled her face. “OH MY GOD!” was all she could scream when her massive orgasm took control over her body. She began thrusting her hips up to meet his stiffness, making sure it hit all of her ‘special’ places.

“Go, Baby! Come for me!” Jack said as he began to move faster, filling her with his thick penis. He wanted to make their time together special. She had been as lonely as he had been the last year. “That’s it, come on!” he whispered in her ear, driving in her faster.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, God Jack make me cum more!” Emily begged her man as he used his big tool between her lonely legs. “YES! OH JACK!” she screamed out as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her body. Emily felt something strange, Jack was filling with more blood, and it felt like he’d grown an inch wider inside her body. He was about to explode inside her. She looked to his face. “Cum in me. Give me our baby.” She said with tears running down her cheeks.

Jack looked to her eyes; he was in shock after hearing her words. “You want my baby?” he ask her, placing a small kiss on her pink, luscious lips. “You sure? I’m getting old, run down and I’m ready for the old folks home!” he teased her as he still moved in and out of her body.

Emily slapped his bare ass and said laughing at him. “Jack Watson, you are a very fine man. A good catch for any woman.” She laughed again. “Miss Mathews, thinks so!”

He reached down to her sides and started to tickle her. “Now you’re going to get it girl!” her body squirmed under him and she tightened around his manhood, giving him one of the best feelings he had ever felt. “Oh Emily!” he moaned to her as his built up fluids shot from his penis and deep into her body. Filling her full of his seeds and their baby.
THE END.

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The Preacher Man



Chapter 1. The Stone Floor

I lay prone and exhausted on the floor, arms by my sides, the smooth stone against my forehead hard but pleasantly cold. I was midway into the last hour of prayer for the day, the hour of The Prayer of Repose, and I could feel the polished stone chilling my sweat and pulling the excess heat from my body. I remained motionless in my thin white Initiate robe. After the previous grueling hour of The Prayer of Weakness, it would be so easy to drift and relax and dream. But that would be a fatal mistake.

I am Ilias, and tomorrow will be the first day of The Holy's Year 8235 and the beginning of the 52rd year of the reign of Abdul Quddus, the 83th Great Cunif Califar and First Servant of the Holy. The numbers signify a year of Jubilee. It will also be the year I reach twenty-one years of age, and as such tomorrow I will be at the last of the three great gates of my childhood. In two days I will either be an adult or dead.

The faint sounds of my classmates' breathings are totally ignored. My senses are tuned to one purpose, to detect the presence of Fateen as he walks among the Initiates in his clothed feet. He is Citizen-Level 13, only three levels below royalty, and it is somewhat unusual for such a high ranking Priest to work as Imul with children. But Fateen loves his work, and he is a master of silent walking.

When I was very young, two years before my eighth year and the first of my childhood gates, a group of my classmates and I had quietly discussed Fateen's age. Recklessly ignoring the danger of the conversation, we had all concluded he must be at least a hundred years old, and probably much more. It was impossible to tell by outward appearance of course. With the anti-aging drugs, Fateen looked exactly the same as when he completed his own journey from child to adult. But to all of us though, the image of Fateen as child was beyond our comprehensions.

There has been no detectable sound, but I sensed the vibrations of footfalls along the stone, and then, stillness. Fateen was standing a meter in front of me. I did not have to open my eyes to know upon whom his gaze was fixed. For all the hundreds of Initiates in my class, only I had never received demotion in Open Prayer. In all the years, I was the only Initiate Fateen had never managed to trip up, and we both knew tonight was his last chance. I focused myself in a Prayer of Suspension, and kept my heartbeat slow and resting.

There was the slightest sound of a touch as Fateen's onyx rod came upon the Summoning Apex of the stone before me. My head snapped up in obedience with my eyes wide open, alert and bright. Any sign of drowsiness now would be a sign of drifting and impure thoughts. Such a mark of weakness so close to my control gate could well be a fatal handicap in my imminent competition for survival with my classmates. By holy Law, one tenth of Initiates do not survive each childhood gate. I gazed into Fateen's eyes and waited for his test.

"Ilias, describe the holiness of the digits."

I kept all expression of surprise from my face. Fateen had asked me a question proper for a child approaching his first gate, not his third. Any slip now with such a simple question would be a disaster. I quoted verbatim from my earliest Catechisms.

"The digits two, three, five, and eight are holy, ordained by the Holy for His Greatness. The digits four, six, and nine are the digits of the Earth, not directly holy but formed by holy products. The digits zero, one, and seven can not be the product of holiness, and thus must be the digits of Shaitan."

"Ah, very good young Ilias. But how do we know this is true?"

A dangerous question to ask, especially for someone below royal level. But it was an even more dangerous question for an Initiate not to answer. I worked to keep my voice calm as I spoke the correct affirmation from The Book of Bel'dar. "Because it has been preached, and the Holy is One, and Bel'dar is His one true preacher. Thus he preached, therefore thus he preaches."

Fateen stared at me, his eyes hard and cold. I returned his stare in obedience, and almost didn't catch the slight lifting of his rod off my Apex. I immediately snapped my head down and closed my eyes. There was the softest of sounds as the rod gently touched the stone again. Damn him! His summoning call was far softer than appropriate. But it would be hard to debate the issue if I were dead. My eyes snapped up and locked with his. I watched him glare at me.

"And what is the order of the day?"

Another question from my early youth, this one going so far back my response came from my nursery days, when females encapsulated in blue body coverings watched and cared for us as the priests taught their lessons. I replied immediately. "The order of the day is based on the holiness of two, three, and eight. One third of our time is for The Holy, one third for Earth, and one third for Shaitan. The holiness of two divides the Holy time into morning prayers and evening prayers."

"And what is the direction of the day?"

"The four morning prayers take us from Shaitan to Holy. Then in a state of Holy grace, we work eight hours for our masters the Priesthood and the Guilds. The four evening prayers return us from Holy to Shaitan, leaving us eight hours to dream in his low impurity."

"And what are the names and directions of the prayers?"

"The morning direction is mind to body to church to Holy. The names of the four hours are The Prayer of Ascension, The Prayer of Purification, The Prayer of Wonder, and the Prayer of Counted Failings. The evening direction is the reverse, from Holy to church to body to mind. The evening prayers are The Prayer of Uncounted Failings, The Prayer of Joy, The Prayer of Weakness, and the Prayer of Repose."

The rod left the Apex. My head snapped down. There was the faintest whisper of a click. My eyes and head snapped back up, none of my internal fury visible upon my face.

"Tell me Ilias," Fateen whispered without a sound, moving only his lips. "You are the top student. There's no doubt you'll pass tomorrow. We're all expecting you to book the run. How far will you ride the lion?"

Was he mad?! To begin chatting as an Initiate during Prayer, especially about personal ambition, would mean instant death. And yet, not to respond on point to such a direct question would also disqualify me from adulthood. Did he really hate me that much? If I spoke to such a question, even with my lips alone, my death was assured; and his also, once the security videos of this conversation were reviewed by the local execution council. But if I remained silent, it would be up to Fateen to decide whether to press a charge of disobedient silence against me.

I realized my Imul had entwined us, both of us holding both our lives in our hands. I had first choice, to decide whether we both would die, or if we both had a chance to live. If I voted in silence for life, both our fates were in Fateen's hands. I stared at him and thought, "Perhaps he missed his last chance for promotion, or perhaps he is so old the anti-aging drugs are about to fail anyway. Does he hate me so much, that he will drag me down with him into oblivion?"

I had no wish to die. My mouth remained closed, my lips unmoving. I waited for Fateen's decision.

The rod left the stone. My head snapped back down. After a timeless period of utter silence, I heard the whisper of my Imul's dry voice. "Excellent Ilias. Your discipline serves you well." I sensed the faint clothed footfalls moving on.

Chapter 2. Day of Judgment

According to the preacher's texts, The Holy revealed His new calendar when Bandar the Wanderer entered the seaport city of Punta Arenas at the southern end of the ancient and mythical country of Chile. He came less than a month after the War of the Burning Metals and the blazing of Shaitan's fires across the globe. Eight years later the Holy revealed Bandar as His preacher and anointed him Bel'dar, creating the first of the Cunif Califar.

We are all taught geography as children of course. It is fascinating to think what life must have been like back then, with the survivors of the war forming a global refugee population. The southernmost areas of the globe suffered by far the least of the fallout, and for decades they were the only regions habitable. The place that eventually became Bandar Arenas had one of the lowest radiation levels in the world outside of Antarctica, and it was a magnet for humanity.

It's difficult to imagine how small the city was at the beginning. The Book of Bel'dar suggests its population was only about 100,000 before the war, 2% of the present size of five million. By current law, both the world capital and the Priesthood contain one fifth of the world's population.

It took the Earth several hundred years to recover from the war. Two of the most serious isotopes in the fallout were cesium-137 and strontium-90. They both have half-lives of about 28 years. It also took several centuries for the ozone layer to recover from being destroyed by the nitric oxides produced by the bombs. The primary lingering health concern from the war is now carbon-14, with a half life of 5600 years. Fortunately the oceans and biosphere have recycled much of it out of the atmosphere.

Bandar Arenas is the southernmost city on Earth, at 53 o 10' S and, by definition, 0 o 0' W. There are also 120 townships scattered in North and South America, with populations averaging 167,000 each. Each township is sponsored by one of the 120 Guilds, and the Priesthood is the sponsor of the capital.

The name of my childhood township is Anqara, and it is the home township of the Guild for specialty metal fabrication. We are located at 48 o 20' N, 0 o 6' W, built at the ancient site of Bagotville, Quebec. Anqara has the distinction of being the farthest township from Bandar Arenas, but with our close match in longitude with the capital, we also have the smallest shift in solar time. Our solar noon occurs only 24 seconds later than official solar noon. Official time is the same everywhere of course. There are no time zones. The rhythm of the daily Prayer is not fragmented. 

In Bel'dar's calendar, each year has 2x2x3=12 months, and the months have kept their ancient names. Each month has 2x3x5=30 days. In addition to the twelve months, there is a five-day festival to celebrate the Holy's Judgment. The festival is at the beginning of year, shortly after the summer solstice in the southern hemisphere. When the calendar year is divisible by twelve, the festival is lengthened to eight days in order to keep the calendar in synch with Earth's solar orbit.

The festival of The Judgment is the appropriate time for the childhood gates, and also for the gates that control adult advancement from one citizen level to the next. The childhood gates are used to test and cull all male children as they enter their 8th, 13th, and 21'st year of life. Each of the three gates culls 10%. There is also continuous culling due to medical, behavioral, or heretical problems, for both children and adults. The end result is 65% of the 120,000 male children born each year survive the challenge of entering adulthood.

The First Day of Judgment of 8235 began as usual for me with 6 AM prayers. I and the 577 other members of the Initiate class of Anqara found ourselves in the presence of the Bandar Arenas test monitor. Some seemed to find it difficult not to be intimidated by his purple insignia of royalty.

The class moved through the familiar cycle of the morning prayers. The Prayer of Purification hour was filled with tests of power and form in the martial arts. The exhaustion tests of endurance would come later in the evening Prayer of Weakness.

At 10 AM I began eight hours of qualifying tests with the Guild that had been sponsoring me since my thirteenth year. I have spent the last eight years of my life as an acolyte member of the Security Guild.

Security is a coveted Guild for membership. It is a small Guild, only three thousand adults, but it is very well represented in the royal levels. All rulers and royalty are part of the Priesthood of course, but 25 of the 4,092 current royals (citizen levels 16 through 23) entered royalty through the Security Guild. The previous Cunif Califar, Abdul Matin, Servant of the Firm, entered royalty through Security.

The ancient counterpart of the Security Guild would be a combination of domestic and international spy agencies. The Guild does not do installation and maintenance of the worldwide monitoring systems, but it does have ownership of their operation and technical evolution, and Security works closely with the Priesthood, in particular their embedded military and police units.

The Security Guild's township is called Jizari. It is located 360 km northeast of the capital, across the Straits of Magellan at the ancient site of Rio Gallegos, Argentina, 51 o 37' S, 1 o 37' E. Not surprisingly, Security's home is the closest township to Bandar Arenas.

There is a saying all males learn in nursery school, that the boy chooses the girls, but it is the Guild that chooses the boy. As a young child though, I discovered I have a unique talent, a secret gift that is the fuel for my hidden ambition. My gift let me choose my Guild. I have a perfect memory.

Am I a mutation? Probably. So many of our religious practices evolved from the mutations problems of the war, and how urgent it was to adapt society to the new reality. The culling was necessary to stop the degradation slide of the human genome, and it made the Genetics Guild one of the most powerful organizations under the Priesthood.

Major genetic changes were engineered in the first few thousand years after the war, as the Genetics Guild mastered the science of writing DNA at the level of complexity of the human genome. Evolution jumped from geological to generational timescales, and the Ruling Priesthood became the supreme legislature for determining the definition of human.

The ability of the species to repopulate was a critical concern, and one of the first successful genetic modifications was to change the male/female probability birth ratio from roughly 1:1 to 1:3. There are currently 120,000 male births a year and 360,000 female births. Daily sleep requirements are also half of what they used to be before the war.

Another genetic modification made the human genome compatible with anti-aging drugs. No one has lived to be 400 yet, but with continual use of the drugs 300 to 350 years of life can be expected, with all but the last few months in fully functional health.

My memory mutation is a powerful gift. It goes far beyond the ability of perfect recall of experiences. I have perfect recall over everything I sense. I can stare at my monastery study monitor flashing several pages a second and then read what I've observed at my leisure when I have time to close my eyes. I was six years old when I learned the trick of stealing Imul passwords by glancing from the corner of my eye, watching them type long and rapid password strings. I would later replay their finger movements in my mind.

For years I did nothing with my illegal access to knowledge. But when I was nine and had passed my first gate, my class went through a basic course on network security, and I realized Anqara has a weakness in its local security design. There is a six-second window every night at 11:30 PM when the township's network establishes new security handshaking protocols with the worldwide web. During this period, worldwide Security can't monitor local data access directly, and relies on the local logs to bridge the six-second gap once handshaking is reestablished.

But there is a flaw in the local monitoring software. It polls central video memory every 400 milliseconds for the image being transmitted to my room's monitor. With access to the monastery computers through an unrelated course on graphical displays, I used my stolen passwords and left behind a small and I hope untraceable daemon.

The end result is I have fifteen 400-millisecond windows every night to access adult data. I start my process just after the end of the security polling cycle; loading the data into my video buffer, flashing it to my screen for 350-ms, and then shutting down and terminating the data request before the security poll asks my video buffer again what it is doing. End result? I get fifteen views a night with as much data as I can fit onto my screen, and there is absolutely no record of my activity.

In the last decade, I have had access to vast stores of information, far beyond what an Initiate is ever allowed to see. It is an extremely dangerous game. Sidestepping the local audit logs is not easy, but my greatest fear is someday showing that I know not too little but too much.

When I was eleven years old, I decided that the only truly safe way of protecting the use of my gift would be to have access to the Priesthood's master security logs, and the only way to do that would be from inside the Security Guild. I modified my performance on my aptitude tests to appear especially attractive to them, and at my thirteenth year, when the Guilds pick their acolytes from the survivors of the second gate, I succeeded in my quest to have the boy choose the Guild.

And the years passed. I reached my third gate. My final day of childhood continued. After four hours of Guild testing, I was pleasantly surprised to be served a lunch at 2 PM. Except for Guild training materials and courses, all children are completely under the control of the Priesthood, and the acolytes for adult Priesthood would be finding this a fasting day. But the other acolytes are owned by both the Priesthood and their Guild on Judgment Day, and it is permissible after morning prayers for the sponsoring Guilds to feed their acolytes.

I was touched by my Guild's generosity. They had sent me a magnificent lunch, one worthy of a royal. There was a fine selection of delicate fishes and meats wrapped in small pastries, plus an assortment of fresh fruit slices and greens from the southern hemisphere. It wasn't a large amount of food, but with the Prayer of Weakness testing in six hours, stuffing myself now would be foolhardy. The lunch was perfect. I thought about the message my Guild was sending me with their extravagant feast as I savored each bite.

I had to keep my wits about me during the last hours of testing. I was being asked to make intelligent guesses about matters that I had factual knowledge of only through my nocturnal data access. I intentionally made numerous guesses reasonable but wrong, especially those concerning the political alliances within the ruling Priesthood (the 87 Priests of Citizen Level 24 though 31).

One of the last tests from my Guild measured my memory and manual dexterity. I was shown long strings of random characters on a monitor for a brief period of time, and then required to rapidly type them. All adults have a minimum requirement of entering twenty-character complex passwords in ten seconds, but Security's requirement is a minimum of twenty-four characters in eight. I passed the test easily, overshooting my Guild's requirements by a considerable margin, but then holding back so as not to reveal my hidden talent.

The hours of Prayers passed quickly. I had no trouble with the theology. It did surprise me that the Hour of Weakness was used for unrelenting full-contact sparring. I am not the most aggressive fighter, but my form is excellent, and I received only three minor demerits, two for taking too long to defeat my friend Afeef, a clearly weaker opponent, and a third demerit for being too merciful with the selection of the combination kick that ended my final contest. The judge ruled I had a perfect opportunity for a back-knuckle strike to my opponent's nose.

My class spent the Hour of Repose in perfect silence. It didn't feel like a test until near the end, when I realized other acolytes bruised from the sparring or worried about passing might be finding it difficult to maintain the required perfect stillness. When the closing bell sounded, there were numerous sighs of exhaustion. We all rose and quickly walked to our small bedrooms. I glanced around at some of my classmates, trying to make eye contact and offer encouragement. The testing was over. Talking was not strictly prohibited, but it certainly wasn't encouraged either, and we all make our way back to our rooms in silence.




The Preacher Man



I closed the door of my room as required, hearing the lock click and the door seal behind me. The time was 10:09 PM, and the Day of Judgment was almost over. Sometime within the next five hours, I would hear a gas hissing into my room. It would either be a simple nitrogen-oxygen mix, or something just as odorless but extremely lethal. By tradition, acolytes void their bladders and undress, in order to minimize the work of the acolytes in next year's class.

Some acolytes doubt this, but bedrooms really are unmonitored. The human psyche needs a place to wallow in peace during the hours of low impurity, and the Priesthood does provide that place. One thing I've learned about the Priesthood over the years is that they are many things, but they are not liars.

I actually fell into a restful sleep shortly after entering my room. I was that confident, and regardless the matter was out of my hands. I've learned the lesson to grab rest when I can. I was awakened by the faint sound of hissing air. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock display on my monitor, 2:53 AM.

It was later than I expected. The test administrators are required by law to complete all executions by 3 AM. I shuddered as I thought about being one of the thousands of judges for the gate. A vast amount of the scoring is based on computer tabulation, but the final decisions are human, done over a worldwide teleconference. With over 87,000 Initiates per year, there are rumors of many heated discussions for the exacting rankings near the cutoff.

I laughed at myself as I realized I was sniffing the air. My subconscious demand to live was overwhelming my reasoning. Sniffing the air made no sense. I tried to calm myself by thinking of the soft hissing sound as relaxing. I looked at my sealed door, and waited for my adult life to begin.

Chapter 3. Adulthood

At exactly 3 AM the hissing stopped and I heard my bedroom door unsealing. A moment later the lock clicked and a woman entered carrying adult clothes for me. I couldn't tell what she looked like of course. She was encased in a full burqa. Purdah (the curtain law) forbids any part of a woman's body to be visible in public. I thought she might be one of the wives of the monastery's priests. It was the first female I had seen in thirteen years.

I got dressed quickly. My shirt had insignia on both arms, showing a bright green circle (the symbol for Citizen Level Two), and underneath that the insignia of the Security Guild. There was also a small card telling me where to report to my Guild's representative for my debriefing.

All males are required to display their Citizen Level when in public. There are color codes for the different levels. Blue is for children (Level One). Green is the base color for labor (Levels Two and Three), and like Level One uses a circular emblem. Yellow is the base color for management (Levels Four through Seven) and uses a triangular emblem. Red is the base color for command (Levels Eight through Fifteen) and uses a diamond shaped emblem.

At the very top is purple for both Royalty (Levels Sixteen through Twenty-Three) and Ruling Royalty (Levels Twenty-Four through Thirty-One). Royalty uses a square emblem, except for the Cunif Carifar who wears a pentagon bearing all five colors, signifying his role as the representative of all people to the Holy.

My bedroom had been my small place of refuge for the last thirteen years. I took one quick last look around and then left.

The hall was busy with the new adults heading off to their own meetings. Within the coming hours and days, we would all be traveling to the home cities of our various Guilds. Mixed with the feelings of joyful relief and excitement was an air of nostalgia. After two decades of very close living, most of us would not see each other again for years. Or never. I grimaced when I saw Afeef's door had not unsealed.

The door was open to my interview room. I saluted the superior there from my Guild, a CL-12, his diamond emblem red at the bottom half and yellow at the top. I was pleased someone of such high rank had been sent to debrief me. The man snapped a sharp salute back, and then signaled me to close the door and sit down.

He went back to reviewing his monitor while I waited. I couldn't see his screen, but I guessed he was reviewing my test scores. Finally he sighed and looked up at me. "I'm Commander Fadil. Welcome to Security! Before we begin the debriefing, is there anything you'd like to know?"

"Yes, thank you sir. The testing, how did we do?"

"You mean Anqara?"

"Well, that would be interesting too, but I meant Ghazi and Hakem." I was referring to two CL-23 Royal priests who were both taking their advancement tests this year. Both had entered Royalty through the Security Guild.

Fadil raised his eyebrows and then smiled in approval at me. "That's the right attitude Ilias! And the answer is the Guild did extremely well! As of today, we have twenty-six Royalty from Security, including two at the ruling level." He then shot me a sly grin. "Can you guess who was promoted?"

I weighed my answer before I replied, "Ghazi sir, I'm almost sure."

The Commander blinked. "Correct! Judging from your test essays, I thought you might pick Hakem."

I nodded. "With all respect sir, I had to document my essays with references to official capital news. There was nothing from Bandar Arenas to suggest Ghazi, nothing that I had access to anyway, and putting unsupportable hunches into my essays would be, well..." I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

Fadil gave me a long, thoughtful stare. "Indeed. I'm beginning to see why the Guild is so excited about you." He finished up with his monitor and then looked at me. "Let's begin the debriefing. Your combat scores, do you think they were fair?"

"The three minors?" I paused for a moment. "Yes sir, the demerits were fair."

"In total, I think so too. Maybe not the last demerit itself, your combination roundhouse spin kick was a thing of beauty. But in your eighth match, you pulled a knife-hand strike to the throat so early the blow wasn't scored, and the judge let that one go."

I nodded. "I agree sir."

"But your third match, the one with Afeef, what was up with that?"

"Ah..." I thought for a moment and decided to be completely honest. "A friend sir, since early childhood. I suspected he was low in the rankings."

Fadil typed on his monitor for a moment. "Fourth percentile, not even close. You should have known you had no chance of pushing him above the cutoff."

I was properly chastised. "Yes sir, agreed."

Fadil looked at me. "Ilias, your defensive skills are world class. Seriously, if defense were everything, you could compete in the world competitions right now. You're that good. And nobody is ignoring the fact you were the only Anqara Initiate who did not suffer a single solid hit during the sparring. But you have to work on your aggression!"

"Yes sir!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "Your ninth opponent, Uday, you took him down in less than five seconds."

I smiled at the memory. "I had no choice. His punches are lightning! He could well have taken me in a longer fight." I have a reputation for being a careful fighter, and I had used my reputation as a weapon against a superior opponent. Uday was so surprised by my wild combination attack that I scored a quick takedown.

Fadil finally understood my strategy for the competition. "Interesting," he mumbled as he went back to reviewing the test scores. "You'll be happy to know you're the top rated Initiate from Anqara. And Anqara made their 8% again, which means you're among the top scorers in the world, out of 78,044 survivors to adulthood. You're definitely in the top 1%. Security will be very interested in your decision about booking the run."

To understand Fadil's comments, I'll have to explain how promotional gates work.

Worldwide, across the 120 townships and the capital, 90% of the Initiates survive the final childhood gate. It's a worldwide ranking, but the competition between townships is also capped by a minimum monastery culling of 8% and a maximum of 12%. Anqara has a reputation of having one of the toughest monasteries on the planet, and it is one of a handful of townships that consistently hits the lower cutoff.

Adult gates are designed differently than the childhood gates. There is no culling for failure, at least not directly. The name for Citizen Level Two is Lower Labor. Under usual circumstances, I would take my tests to advance to Level Three (Upper Labor) in two years, on the First Day of Judgment in 8237. Test success is based on ranking. The top 20% of the applicants will advance to Level Three (which has an emblem of a green lower hemisphere and an upper blue), and 80% will remain at Level Two.

For those who fail the first gate, there is a second gate three years later, again with the top 20% of the remaining applicants passing. Similarly, there is a third gate five years after that, a fourth gate eight years later, and a fifth gate thirteen years after that. By the time of the fifth and final gate, citizens would have lived 31 years at the same Level. Success at any gate starts the whole process of advancement over again, taking the next Level's first gate two years later.

Failure at the fifth gate is not an immediate death sentence, but it does put your future access to the anti-aging drugs into a lottery system. There is no further possibility of promotion, and the lottery odds get exponentially worse each year, culling about half the population after ten years, and then rapidly culling the remainder. The record for survival in the lottery system after failing a fifth gate is twenty-two years. That record was set over three thousand years ago.

Citizens in the lottery show up for their annual shots along with the other citizens, but the lottery system might assign them a placebo. Somewhere between their fifth and eighth month, those who receive the placebo will notice their bodies begin to age rapidly, more than one year per day. By this time their medical condition is hopeless, even with access to the real drugs. Death always comes before the twelfth month, and in mercy the Priesthood will offer assistance in suicide.

In addition to the C.L. gates, there is also adult culling due to criminal behavior or heresy. There are no prisons. The end result? Slightly less than 62% of all citizens entering each Level will advance to the next higher Level, and 38%+ will die within the Level. The average age for all adult males (exclusive of children) is 51 years and 4 months, including the long, thin tail of the distribution of the citizens living hundreds of years. By law, the average age of the adult women is exactly the same, although they are on a completely different system.

There are only two exceptions to this process, one at each end of the Citizen Levels. Promotion and culling within the Ruling Royalty are processes not of formal testing but political infighting, and the Cunif Califar is appointed for life. At the other end is the Asad, the Lion. That is what Fadil was referring to when he asked me about booking the run.

The Lion is only available to the top 1% of the surviving population entering adulthood. From what Fadil told me, a total of 780 new adults would be offered the chance for advanced placement in the Citizen Levels. Historically, close to 90% will accept the challenge, and a third will target two-level advancement for immediate placement into management. How far the new adult wishes to "ride the Lion" is declared to the Priesthood on the Fifth Day of Judgment. Once declared, there is no turning back.

Lion tests are given on the 21'st day of each month, starting in January for the advancement to Level Three. Most of the testing is over by February, though a very few ambitious candidates will target the higher levels. Success brings the additional status, prestige, and privileges of the higher levels, including the entitlement for an adult male to have his number of wives equal his citizen level. But the primary reason to ride the Lion is the dream of Royalty. One must start adult life at a minimum of Level-Three to have any chance at Royal promotion. On average, there are 93 promotions into Level-Sixteen each year. And one must start adult life at a minimum Level-Four Management Level to ever enter Ruling Royalty (an average of two promotions per year into Level-Twenty-Four).

The downside risks are considerable. First of all, Lion passing rates are wildly unpredictable. The scoring process is somewhat of a mystery. All scoring is supposed to be by computer, but some years almost all will make it, and other years less than half. There seems to be a large random element for how high the bar is raised. The year 7777 was a horror, when not a single candidate made it to Level Four.

Failure on the Lion automatically fails you for all your future adult gates. You get 31 guaranteed years of the anti-aging drugs, and then are put in the lottery. Declining the drugs at the beginning of adulthood and trying to age normally is not an option. The human genome (at least in its present definition) can not tolerate that.

Is it worthwhile to ride the Lion? The risk of failure plus the lost years of not living at the lower Levels result in no net increase of life expectancy. Booking the run is really about ambition, not the desire to live longer through Royalty. And in three days I would have to declare my choice.

Fadil smiled at me and went on. "I reviewed the security logs of the day before your exam. What Fateen did to you on December 30th was way out of line. Do you want the Guild to make an issue of it?"

"The Hour of Repose, his last question? No sir, not at all. I realize now Fateen was teaching me one last lesson, about ambition and discipline, a lesson well worth knowing."

Fadil nodded slowly. "Very well." We chatted a bit more about my performance, and then he surprised me with an unexpected offer. "The Guild's ramjet will be taking off for Jizari at 5:30 AM. We'll make a brief landing at Bandar Arenas first, to drop off the Royal test monitor. There's one vacant seat on the plane." He grinned at me. "Want to hitch a ride?"

It was an extremely magnanimous offer. The other new adults in ancient Canada and the ancient U.S. northeastern seaboard would be flying to the hub city of Aleppo, at 42 o 21' N, 0 o 9' W, the ancient site of Boston Massachusetts. The city had been slowly rebuilt over centuries, long after being directly burned by Shaitan's fire 8,235 years ago.

The Judgment Days are the busiest time of the year for air transport, with all the successful Initiates making transfers to their new homes. The opportunity to travel sub-orbital in the Guild's plush private jet was a pure gift. And I would probably have the chance to chat informally with the Royal monitor. Fadil's offer was priceless. I gratefully accepted, and we left for Anqara's airport shortly after.

Chapter 4. The Choice of a Lifetime

The jet was a lot smaller than I expected, only four passenger seats. Everything about the interior screamed wealth and power, four huge plush leather seats arranged two by two with the aisle in between. We received Anqara departure clearance at 5:28 AM and took off immediately. The plane rose steeply right after takeoff, the turbine engines near maximum power. As we approached our cruising altitude of 20,000 meters, we went supersonic and the ramjets activated. The acceleration was considerable, and within a few minutes we reached our target velocity of Mach 3.77. We were cruising at 4000 kph, and scheduled to land in Bandar Arenas shortly before 9 AM.

I was in the rear left-side seat. To my right was the capital's Royal test monitor, Mufeto Khatib, with his executive assistant Dabir sitting directly in front of me. Fadil sat diagonally across from me.

I couldn't help but stare out the window after takeoff. This was not just my first jet ride. This was my very first trip away from Anqara. I stared at the township in the moonlight, watching it fall rapidly away. The moon was full and the sky clear. The view of the snow covered landscape of ancient Quebec was mesmerizing.

I finally tore my eyes away to glance at my fellow passengers. They were all busily working with their laptops, totally ignoring the view out the windows. I however found the sight of the virgin Earth from twenty kilometers up irresistible.

There was a chuckle on my right. I turned back from my window and saw the mufeto smiling kindly at me. "We are scheduled to fly over Aleppo twelve minutes after going supersonic. Its runways will be a hub of activity today, and should already be well lit. You're on the right side of the plane to see it."

I nodded gratefully and gazed again out the window. I could see the Atlantic shoreline angling in from the horizon to meet us, and then, there it was up ahead, Aleppo! I sat transfixed at its beauty. I could even see one plane far below us, its lights flashing in a landing approach. At 4000 kph the scene fell rapidly behind. The shoreline actually receded east for a while, but then three minutes south of Aleppo all land abruptly ceased.

"That's it for land until we pass over Metula," the mufeto went on. "Probably in about another thirty-five minutes. That far south, it'll be well past sunrise."

I turned back and nodded again slowly. I was more than a bit puzzled by his kind demeanor. The mufeto was acting like a tour guide, and to a lowly CL-2 no less! His smile was totally different than the stiff and formal countenance I saw during my Initiate testing.

The next township he was referring to was built near the ancient city of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, 18 o 29' N, 1 o 0' E. It seemed incredible to be traveling around the world this quickly. I paused for a moment and considered the time. It was almost 6 AM. Something was troubling me. "Great Mufeto," I asked. "May I ask a question?"

He laughed. "Oh, when we're alone like this, just call me Khatib. I'll tell you a secret. I'm an honorary member of Security. Isn't that right, Fadil?"

Fadil looked up from his laptop, gave one snorting laugh, and then went back to his work.

I would not have been more stunned if a giant pterodactyl had magically appeared outside my window and seized our jet in its massive beak. A CL-12 treating Royalty like this?! Was Fadil insane?! What was going on? Was this some elaborate test to see if I would also be disrespectful? If not, there were clearly dynamics here that I did not understand. I suddenly felt very tense and was unsure how to proceed. I did not understand my environment. I looked across the aisle and saw the mufeto waiting for my question.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, thank you for the honor Khatib. My question, how will morning prayers be done while flying?"

"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me." The mufeto waited until precisely 6 AM, and then clicked on his intercom to the cockpit. The two pilots from the air transport Guild respectfully acknowledged his call at once. Khatib recited a Prayer of the Mind in Ascension, one of the shorter ones, and then clicked off and went back to his work.

"What?!" I thought. I felt totally confused about what to do next. Back in my monastery, idle chatter now would be severely punished, even to the point of death. But my three fellow passengers were acting as if they were still not in the Prayer Cycle. Again I felt a shiver of fear and wondered if this bizarre scene were some sort of test. Fadil sensed my distress and looked up from his work. I stared at him grinning at me.

"Ilias, you're going to have to learn that being an adult is not like living in a monastery. Observance of the Prayers varies by Guild. Not in public though! When you are on a Guild mission, you'll put in a full eight hours of Church in whatever township you are. But alone like this, or at Guild headquarters, things are a little more... relaxed."




The Preacher Man



Dabir spoke up from ahead of me. "At Jizari, you'll find hourly prayers during the Cycle, but most days the only real time commitments will be the Prayers of Purification and Weakness. Security likes to keep our members fit!"

"Our members?!" I thought wildly. But Dabir was a priest! I suddenly realized Khatib was being perfectly candid when he revealed his closeness to my Guild. But I still couldn't figure out why he, and Dabir too for that matter, were so open with me with such remarkable information. I suddenly felt grateful no one was pressing me for conversation. I'm not sure what I would have said. I took out a book from the seatback in front of me. It was a leather bound copy of the Book of Bel'dar.

Shortly afterwards Dabir got up and began working the controls on the cabin's galley. After a few minutes he began informally to serve us all a hot breakfast, Khatib first, then Fadil, and finally me. I glanced at his insignia as he served me. Imagine the center point of a triangle being used to form three inner triangles. Dabir's emblem had a lower yellow triangle framed by a green triangle on the upper left and a blue triangle on the upper right. It was the emblem for Top Management, CL-7. And below that was the insignia for his priesthood.

There are some 648,000 priests in the world, 20% of all adult males, and Dabir was in the top 10% of that population. And yet, here he was, casually serving breakfast to me, my green circle of CL-2 barely a few hours old. As Dabir returned to his seat with his own meal, I worked to understood the implications.

In all my years of nocturnal reading, there had been no hint of much informality between the classes, and certainly not with the Priesthood! Clearly something very unusual was being shown to me. I thought in silence as I ate my excellent hot eggs, bagel and fruit.

Security does have a special relationship with the Priesthood. The Security Guild is the only Guild where Class rank carries over to command authority with the Priesthood's police and military units. As a Security commander, Fadil would expect to be saluted and obeyed as an officer by the Holy militia, and could order lower-level police around at will.

Perhaps... Yes. It was a test after all. Without explanation, my fellow passengers were showing me just how close relationships could be between the Priesthood and Security. The test was to see how well I could jump from private to public behavior. When we landed at Bandar Arenas, any informality on my part would be an absolute disaster. I would have to stay alert!

I ate the last of my sumptuous breakfast and then in silence got up and cleared everybody's trays. Fadil gave me a brief approving grunt, the other two ignored me. I returned quietly to my seat.

The time passed quickly. The thunder of the mighty ramjets was just a moderate hiss inside the plush cabin. I tried to do some reading, but often found myself gazing to my left. We were traveling so fast! And the sun was spectacular as it rose above the winter Caribbean.

Time: Judgment 5, 8235 10:29 PM

I lay on my bed in my room at Security's complex in Jizari. It was a much larger room than my cubical at Anqara. My new quarters were three meters by four meters, with windows along one entire wall with a fine prospect of the city below. The room was very well appointed and it felt like a mini-palace. I was not resting though. I was still dressed in my robe from the Hour of Repose. Somehow I figured I might be getting company tonight.

Judgment is sometimes referred to as the zeroth month, but it's only five days long. Tomorrow will be January 1 and the real start of the yearly work cycle of budgets and objectives and performance tracking. Performance tracking... I closed my eyes as I lay on my bed and thought through the memories of my last four days.

I was right about the difference between public and private behavior. When our ramjet landed at Bandar Arenas, I was treated like a female by my traveling companions, ignored except for curt hand gestures ordering me to portage the luggage. My only recognition was when we parted. Dabir held out his hand and allowed me to kneel and kiss his signet ring.

Fadil and three other Priests rode the jet back to Jizari. I took the high-speed magneto-rail, relieved to be on my own, and made the 360 km journey in less than two hours.

Jizari is a beautiful city, much richer than Anqara, and I was looking forward to the day when I would be able to wander its streets in leisure. But for now as a new Guild member my time was booked. Security had forty-eight Initiates this year, forty-five survived the final childhood gate and three (including me) had the opportunity for Asad. After days of special orientation and encouragement for the three potential Lion riders, we finally declared our intentions to the Priesthood tonight, at the moment of close of the Prayer of Repose. My two colleagues had both chosen to ride to Level-4, demonstrating their desire for future consideration for promotion to Ruling Royalty.

There was sound of a command override code being typed at my door, and then the door opened and Zaim walked in. He is CL-15, the highest rank outside the Royal Priesthood. Zaim is also one of the eleven Top Commanders in Security, his diamond emblem carrying four quadrants of red, yellow, green, and blue. I began to rise in respect, but he glared at me and barked the word "Sit!" I saluted and sat back down on my bed as he closed the door and sat in a chair opposite me.

I decided it would be appropriate to let him begin the conversation. After a moment of staring, he growled, "Do you know how much time and resources the Guild has invested in you?"

"Somewhat sir."

"Somewhat indeed! And you decided to throw it all away! Why?!" He saw me struggling to respond. "Permission to speak freely!"

"Yes sir, thank you. I'm not throwing it away sir. I think I can succeed."

"You are delusional! And how this was never caught in our profiling, I intent to investigate!"

He hadn't asked me a question, and even though I had permission to speak freely, somehow arguing his low opinion of me didn't seem like the right idea. I worked to calm myself and waited for Zaim to continue.

"Ilias," he said at last. "You know Haytham and Mu'awiyah?" He was referring to the two other Security Initiates with access to the Asad.

"Yes sir. We've become good friends."

"But I gather their friendship did not teach you sanity! Did you mention your intentions to them?"

"For the Asad? No, of course not sir. It is forbidden."

"Shaitan!" Zaim hissed. "What an attitude!" He sat there frowning at me for the longest time, and then finally sighed. "We were expecting so much from you Ilias. There would have been full honor for you in choosing as your two teammates did. Ending at Level-3 also would have been perfectly acceptable, and declining the Lion or choosing to ride to Level-5 would have been unexpected but tolerated. But this?!"

It was a semi-question. I decided I needed to reply. "I think I can do this sir. I have considered the risks, and am dedicated to succeed."

"You know, don't you, that there's no correlation with Asad passing rates and fact that this is a Jubilee year?"

I nodded. "Yes sir. The Year 7777 was a horror, but in general there is no correlation with the severity of the Lion and the Holiness of the year's digits." I thought for a moment about all the statistical analyses done over the millennia on the Asad. The only definite correlation found has been the ratio of riders targeting two Levels of advancement. If the percentage of riders targeting Level-4 becomes greater than a third, the testing becomes wildly unpredictable in its severity. Paradoxically, the more people thinking the Lion is rideable, the less rideable the Lion becomes.

Zaim stared at me silently, and then decided he had nothing further to say. He shook his head once in dismissal and got up and walked out of the room.

And the reason for his dismay? An hour ago I had declared my intention to the startled Priests to Ride the Lion to its maximum possible length, twelve full months. I would delay the selection of my wives and be tested on the 21'st of every month this year, until I reached CL-14 on December 21'st or failed a gate along the way and be assigned a lifetime lower class. Zaim thought my attempt was hopeless. No one had successfully ridden the Lion to command level (CL-8) in the last six thousand years.

Chapter 5. The Class Journey

Time: January 22, 8235 noon

I showed up at Zaim's outer office shortly before noontime as ordered. Haytham and Mu'awiyah were already waiting there. They gave me brief, discreet nods of greetings and then pretended that I wasn't there.

I didn't blame them. The word had spread quickly after my first meeting with Zaim that I was no longer viewed favorably by command. No one desired to be associated with me. I turned politely away and watched the fierce summer storm lash the panoramic windows with violent sheets of rain.

Jizari and Bandar Arenas have an even more extreme difference in the seasonal sunlight than Anqara. Here we were a full standard month after the solstice, and there was still almost seventeen hours of daylight. My thoughts turned to Anqara. It would be in the coldest part of its winter right now, the countryside in a deep snowy sleep waiting for the rebirth of spring.

Zaim's secretary came to our waiting area and led Mu'awiyah into the inner office. The interruption returned my thoughts to the present.

For the first twenty days of January, Haytham's and Mu'awiyah's Guild assignment had been to prepare for the Asad, receiving six to eight hours of coaching daily from former riders within the Guild. My assignment had been to prepare for life as a laborer. I was learning an immense amount of information about operational procedures for the security network, and my only study hours for the Asad were in my free time at night.

I was somewhat surprised I was allowed to keep my prime quarters, but then thought that the Security leadership didn't want to bother with pettiness and would wait until I had fallen off the Lion before reassigning me. Perhaps they thought the extra time in the opulent quarters would more deeply set the memory of what my life could have been like, if I had chosen more wisely.

The secretary returned and gestured for Haytham to follow him. Neither of us had seen Mu'awiyah exit the office. He was either still with Zaim, which would be unexpected, or had left by another door. I risked giving Haytham a "good luck" gesture with my head as he passed near me. He kept his eyes averted but gave me a discreet gesture of gratitude with his hand in return. And then I was alone.

All three of us had spent six hours yesterday riding the Lion. The questions were strange, unexpected, full of mathematical puzzles mixed in with morality questions. The first three hours were filled with far more questions than anyone could possibly answer, and many of the questions in the second half of the test made references to the first half. It was a severe test of memory under stress, my secret strength. I still felt drained and exhausted by the end though and welcomed the evening prayers, especially the focus on the Shotokan Katas during the Prayer of Weakness. They are among my favorite exercise, and they helped relieve my tension.

As I stood waiting by the window, I thought again of the rumors flying around headquarters. Supposedly Zaim and the three other Security CL-15 currently at Jizari had an emergency meeting with Ghazi very early this morning at the capital, traveling by rail because of the storm.

The secretary returned again and escorted me into Zaim's office. He was alone, his back towards me as he stared out the window. Apparently I'm not the only one who enjoys watching the furies of the storms. I heard the secretary seal the door behind me and waited for the meeting to begin.

"Sit down Ilias, at ease," Zaim said, his back still towards me. As I took a seat in front of his desk, I couldn't help but notice a new Security shirt folded on his desktop, the green and blue hemispheres of Class Level 3 clearly visible. I didn't think Zaim would be cruel enough to tease me, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zaim heard my sigh and then turned around and sat down facing me. He nodded to confirm my understanding of the shirt, and then asked, "Do you know the procedure for the announcement of the Lion results?"

"Yes sir. Results will be posted worldwide at the end of evening Prayers today. The Guilds and the Priesthood are permitted to inform and promote individuals after noontime."

Zaim nodded and glanced at the shirt. "You've succeeded in your first run with the Lion." He took a deep breath. "You're the only rider from Security that did."

I grimaced, thinking of my two friends.

Zaim went on. "General results are not to be released until 10 PM. Therefore, the rest of this conversation never takes place."

As an Anqara Initiate, such a violation would have shocked me, but I had learned much in my one month at Jizari. I nodded my understanding. "Yes sir, thank you."

"A total of 719 chose to ride the Lion this year, out of a possible 780."

I nodded. The percentage was high but not remarkable.

Zaim went on, "There were 359 riders targeting Level-3, 343 riders for Level-4, fifteen for Level-5, one for Level-6, and of course you for Level-14."

It took me a second to realize Zaim's point. "The Holy!" I whispered. "Half sir?!"

"One over! More than half the riders this year targeted above Level-3. This shatters the previous record of 42%." Zaim paused for a moment. "A total of 131 passed yesterday's ride, you, 123 of the riders targeting Level-3, and seven of the riders targeting Level-4. Regardless of what happens next, this will go down as the most severe Lion in history."

I thought for a moment about the skewness of the numbers. "A damnable year for ambition sir."

"Indeed. The Lion is well known for its temper, and to turn and bite the group of riders who are too ambitious. Part of the test yesterday was to overlay an overwhelming requirement for mathematical problem solving with questions testing morality and ambition. It takes much more effort and time to lie consistently than to tell the truth consistently. Any rider attempting to deceive the Lion is thus eaten for his low production of consistent answers. But this year, the Lion also devoured those who were forced to reveal their great ambition."

I sighed. "Except me sir."

Zaim gave me a slow, thoughtful nod. "Yes, except for you. Ghazi remarked this morning how interesting it was that you passed, given the current mood of the Lion. The Security leadership council agreed. Ilias, your position is still almost certainly hopeless, but the Guild has decided it will support your ride." He gestured for me to take the shirt and flicked his hand at a rear door. "Dismissed!"

I saluted and left.

Five months later...

Time: June 24, 8235 6:47 AM

As the highest ranking priest on the flight, a CL-6 Upper Manager had assumed the role of Mukkarib and was leading the Prayer Cycle in the passenger cabin. His attitude with the travelers was stern and judgmental, except for me of course.

I smiled at the memory. I had been turning to put away my laptop at 5:50 AM, about a half hour after departure from Hadramawt. I was preparing for the Prayers when the CL-6 reached my aisle and snapped his fingers at me and pointed to his insignias, showing me a triangle yellow and green, and below that his identity as a Priest. He was indicating to me that he was a force to be obeyed.

From the pride in his countenance, I guessed he was a recent promotion. Perhaps last year the green at the top his Class insignia had been blue. I smiled at him in return and nodded pleasantly. His face turned to a deep frown, but before he could make a major mistake I took pity on him and turned to show him my own insignia, the solid red diamond of command and below that the emblem of the Security Guild.

He gasped at the blunder he had almost made. I didn't blame him for his surprise. Out of twenty-five million people on the planet, there are currently only a total of 374 Security Commanders (CL-8 to 15). Subtract from that the standard operating procedure of at least two of us stationed at each of the 120 townships, and the odds against bumping into any of us in flight are really quite high.

I caught a quick smile from the upper level commander of the Mining Guild in the aisle across from me, a CL-13, who then tried to hide his grin in a cough. His Class alone was not enough to stand against this pompous Priest. It was only the combination of my command rank and my Guild that made me the superior authority here.

"Name?" I asked.

The Priest gulped. "Mundhir sir."

"Mundhir, will you be able to start the Prayer Cycle on time?" Was this a question of Security concern? Perhaps not, but Mundhir was in no position to argue the point. If I ordered him to jump off the plane, theoretically he was supposed to obey.

"Yes, of course sir."

"And will you demonstrate the humility proper for a servant of the Holy?" The man visibly froze and quivered! In what monastery did he spend his childhood, I wondered. Fateen would never have allowed him through the second gate at Anqara.

He finally found the courage to answer my question. "Yes, of course sir."

"Excellent. Proceed."

He nodded stiffly and fled back to the front of the cabin to prepare for the service.

I found his first hour of the Prayer of Ascension very mundane, but at least he picked variations of Yoga exercises for the Prayer of Purification. Given his class had to remain seated, it was a reasonable choice. In the silence of the relaxation period at the end, I allowed my mind to drift back to the last four months of my life at Hadramawt.

The Security Guild spent some time in late January thinking of what sort of training program they would provide me for the Lion. The issues were complex, and they even invited me in on some of the discussions. We decided that given the Lion's aversion to ambition, a program that simulated a normal career through the Management Classes would be appropriate. And as standard procedure, Security members do not work as Managers in the same cities in which they were Laborers. So when I earned my yellow triangle in February, the top-level Commanders sent me away.

My post was Hadramawt, the easternmost of all townships, built at the very eastern tip of South America at the ancient site of Recife, Brazil. Located at 8 o 4' S, 36 o 1' E, Hadramawt had a geographical temporal shift of two hours and twenty-four minutes compared to the time standard at Bandar Arenas. That and its closeness to the equator meant that 6 AM prayers at Hadramawt always start well after sunrise, and that took some getting used to.

Over the last four months I rode the Lion at the beautiful central cathedral complex at Hadramawt. The Royal test monitor Khatib stayed there the entire four months with me. We met several times, both formally and informally, but always in public, and he never once showed me any sign of personal warmth. He did however provide a beautiful room for the testing days, a spacious private library with a rich décor of polished stone and gleaming rainforest hardwoods. I sat at a large table of solid Brazilian cherry wood for my tests, the sparkling waters of the tropical Atlantic filtering though the stained-glass windows as I rode the Lion.

My Class insignia changed monthly from yellow to yellow and blue, to yellow and green, to yellow, green, and blue, and finally on June 22'nd to a diamond red as I finally make Commander. And then it was time to go. I have many fond memories of Hadramawt. I spent much of my time learning the Management procedures of Security, but also had time to enjoy touring the tropical countryside. I saw the people's pride in their areas of specialty. Hadramawt is one of the major fishing and agricultural townships of the world.




The Preacher Man



I was touched that several Security Upper Commanders conferenced me from Jizari to congratulate me with the news that I passed my sixth ride on the Lion. The last person to do that eventually became Abdul Aziz, Servant of the Powerful One and 41'st Cunif Califar, more than six thousand years ago. His reign lasted longer than three hundred years, a record many expect to remain unbroken unless there are new breakthroughs with the anti-aging drugs. For the first time, I sensed a small seed of hope within my Guild that I might successfully complete the Asad.

The Guild has kept the news of my Lion ride away from the general public. My work colleagues in the other Guilds at Hadramawt assumed I was working undercover with fake lower ranks as I advanced through the months. I was known within Security of course. It's required that we all recognize each other on sight, all three thousand of us.

My new assignment was the township of Qataban, built at the site of La Paz, the capital of ancient Bolivia. At 16 o 30' S, 2 o 45' E, it was only eleven minutes ahead of Bandar Arenas in solar time, something I was looking forward to. The township is also high in the Andean mountains, 3,270 meters above sea level, the highest township in the world. It is the home for the Guild specializing in the mining of refractory metals. Their tantalum and niobium production is highly prized and a key component of the super-conducting legs of the worldwide magneto-rail system. I should know. Anqara's Guild was specialty metal fabrication, and Qataban was one of our primary suppliers.

Mining presents a special challenge to the Priesthood and Security. Almost all other activities, even agriculture to a great degree, can be planned and situated near township locations. Mining of course can not. It must follow the natural locations of the ores. The result is that the Mining Guild is a large one, with many important offices throughout the world. A large number of its members are always on field assignments away from the townships. That presents special issues to my own Guild.

In particular, there have been a series of transient breakdowns in security handshaking protocols between Qataban and several of its mining outposts. The losses of central monitoring ability have been brief, rarely longer than a few minutes, but they remain unexplained. The two Security commanders currently stationed at Qataban, a CL-8 and a CL-10, requested a third member of command rank to help with their investigation. That's my current assignment.

It was a long flight from Hadramawt to Qataban, 3,554 kilometers along the great circle arc, and our sub-sonic plane was fighting a stiff headwind. The result was the flight still had almost an hour to go when the Priest mercifully ended his Prayer of Counted Failings at 10 AM. He really was quite dreadful, reciting rote prayers in a very flat, monotonic voice for hours. After the close, a pair of laborers from the Air Transport Guild began handing out small snacks, and a line formed at the lavatories in the rear.

I glanced at my traveling companion across the aisle, the CL-13. "Are you based at Qataban?"

He looked at me and nodded. "That's right. I'm Ammar, Qataban's current station commander." He didn't have to mention that he was in the Mining Guild, his insignia was clearly visible. I could also see he was curious about me, but was far too diplomatic to initiate any questions. Except for Royalty, one just doesn't ask Security commanders what they're doing.

For someone of such high rank though, diplomacy is a two-way street. By law, all 120 Guilds are represented in Royalty with at least three members. I had every reason to be polite. Ammar was five Classes my senior, but more importantly, he might one day be a Royal himself and have direct authority over me.

I nodded back and replied, "I am Ilias. I'm pleased to meet you. I expect we'll meet again in a few days."

Ammar nodded thoughtfully and then went back to his laptop. I had satisfied his curiosity, and we both knew an open passenger cabin was no place for us to have a conversation. I returned to my own work. After a while the plane reduced its speed and banked as we began our landing approach.

Chapter 6. An Explosive Encounter

Time: September 27, 8235 9:47 PM

Well, it took more than three months of dogged detective work, but I finally solved the mystery of Qataban's monitor disconnects. I now have both the public answers and the private answers. The public answers have already been transmitted back to Jizari, where they earned me warm congratulations and a flight back to Jizari at the end of the month. My assignment here at Qataban was over.

I was riding an ore train back to Qataban from one of the mining outposts. Much of the refining had already been done at the mining site, and our cargo bays were heavy with almost pure metal. Our mining train had the most powerful locomotives in the world, but we were still right at the limit for weight capacity.

The train crew was a mixed lot of engine laborers and managers from the Rail Guild, plus a young CL-2 Priest to lead the evening prayers. At first the crew seemed terrified about having a CL-11 Security commander hitch a ride with them, even though I insisted that I was only along for the ride and that they should just go about with their normal duties. I finally broke the ice by turning the Prayer of Weakness into an informal class on Tae Kwon Do, and taught some of my favorite throws. The mood really lightened up after that. The Priest's closing blessing for the night was quite touching.

Qataban is such an interesting place. It's not the lush, tropical paradise of Hadramawt, not the rich and powerful township of Jizari, not the forest wonder of Anqara, but it does have an intensely competitive spirit and a mountain beauty that is all its own. I will miss my time here, and my friends. I'll never forget the look of gratitude from Tamir, the CL-10 Security station head, when I suggested he keep his post a few days ago, even though I now outrank him. It will look better on his resume if his command is unbroken, and he will be at his fifth and final gate for promotion to CL-11 next year.

CL-11, I can hardly believe it for myself. My Lion rides are moving me through life so fast! Was I a naïve child less than a year ago? It seems impossible.

After his blessing, the Priest had turned the Hour of Repose into a Prayer of quiet meditation, setting us free to consider our lives in peace as the train chugged the last of its journey home. My fingers came up and caressed my new Class emblem, a diamond red at the bottom, green at the upper left, and blue at the upper right. Assuming I'm successful on my next Ride, both the green and blue will change to yellow next month. Otherwise I'll wear my current colors until I die.

And the public answer to the mystery? There was a freakish incompatibility in the complex overlaps of procedures between the Guilds, in particular driven by the fact that implementation in the field is not always exactly the same procedure of the theoretical textbook explanations of how things are supposed to be done. The errors were all very innocent, and the corrective solutions are now in place. The problem is solved.

And the private answer to the mystery? So far I've kept the private knowledge completely to myself. I have a perfect excuse. Everything I've seen and deduced has a clear and reported explanation. It's only in my personal examination of the combination of operations codes and security logs that I spotted the subtle signatures of intentional deception. My intimate knowledge of how I tricked the network at Anqara as a boy provided me a fleeting glimpse of a secret organization of unknown purpose. Its size is also unknown, but it has to be more than a few people. I caught a glimpse of a secret organization, and for now this glimpse is visible only within my mind.

After the ore train pulled into Qataban, I said good night to the crew and started to hike back to my room at Security HQ. I was halfway there, passing through a very old and semi-used industrial part of the township, when it seemed the entire world exploded around me and I descended into a fiery pit.

There were loose cables that I managed to scissor with my legs, enabling me to brake my fall. Some sort of explosion, industrial chemicals I thought wildly. The blast didn't have quite the concentrated punch of military explosives. I had plunged more than ten meters below street level to land on a bed of filthy debris, mixtures of stone and old iron and destroyed wooden shelves. Papers and books were scattered everywhere. I guessed I had been walking over an ancient city archive when the explosion occurred.

There was no power, but the area began to be dimly lit with the red glow of a fire at one end of the debris. There were shattered wooden shelves and paper books everywhere. I had to get out of here! I stood and looked around, trying to see a way out, amazed I seemed unhurt except for bruises. Yes! These loose cables, not yet near the fire! I could just climb my way out of this! And then I heard a hammering sound, as if one piece of debris was being struck rapidly against another. Was someone down here with me? I judged the fire and the cables. I had a few minutes. I went to investigate the sound.

I found her down the slope of debris. She was in an Initiate burqa, showing that she very close to her marriage gate. The left part of her body was encased in the debris, and her head and neck were cruelly pinned and twisted. She was being strangled by her burqa, and had picked up a wooden shard in her right hand. She was banging out a pleading sound for help.

I took the thin throwing knife I keep strapped to my calf and cut the head veil from her burqa. Exposing her like this was a serious crime for both of us, but she would have died otherwise. In the growing red glow of the fire, I felt a bundle of soft hair cascade around my fingers. I left her gasping for air and tried to free the rest of her body. Damnation! Her left leg from just below the hip was firmly wedged in the debris. This would take a while. I looked around hastily for a lever.

The young woman recovered quickly, looked around and saw the approaching fire. She started to tug uselessly at her leg as she realized the danger she was in. She saw me looking around for a lever and probably thought I was searching for a way to leave.

"Oh, don't leave me! Don't leave me to burn!" she pleaded. She jerked again at her leg. It was wedged tight. I shook my head in dismay. We didn't have much time, and I thought I would need both a lever and her cooperation to have any chance at all of saving her. I was afraid she was getting hysterical.

"Don't leave me here to burn!" she sobbed.

"What's your name?!"

"Don't leave me here to burn!" she screamed.

"What's your name?!" I screamed back.

"Abigail!"

Success! I got through to her. "Abigail, I won't leave you! Stand or fall, we're in this together, I promise! Now help me, or we're both going to die!"

My promise had a startling effect. The hysterics disappeared and she became all business. "What should I do?"

"I need to make a lever, try to wedge apart the debris. Pull your leg out when I do."

She nodded and looked around the area as I searched for a beam. I found something, a thin iron pipe. I thought it might be from a gas line. It didn't look like much but I was running out of time to search for better.

"What's our escape route?" she asked.

"The cables!" I replied, pointing up the slope towards the fire. "If you can ride my back, I'm strong enough to carry you out of here."

Abigail nodded, frowning at the nearness of the flames. "Hurry," she cried, "We're almost out of time!"

I nodded, completely agreeing with her assessment. I placed my lever in the debris by her leg, and placed all my weight on the other end. Abigail got ready to slide her leg, but the debris did not budge.

A look of calm crossed her face. "Any bigger levers around?"

I looked around wildly. "I don't think so, not nearby." Damnation! What to do, what to do?!

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Huh? Ilias."

"Ilias, go!"

"What?! No!"

"You can just make it if you leave now. Go!"

I examined another possibility for a lever. Useless! I looked at the escape cables. The flames were almost reaching them. If I sprinted away this second, I could probably just make it with minor burns on my legs. I looked back at Abigail.

"Ilias, I release you from your promise. Go!"

I stared at her, her calm face full of nobility. It was the first female face I had ever seen. The moment seemed silent.

I shook my head. "I need to make a compound lever!"

"What?! We'll have no escape!"

"Worry about that later!" I rooted around the debris, picked something that would have to do. "Here! Wedge this near your leg, as deep as you can push it in!" I set up my first lever to push against the upper half of the second. My feet would have poor purchase on the thin rod, so I did a handstand on the first lever, my feet catching the flat face of an overhead broken steel beam. And then upside down I tried to straighten my body with all my might.

I pushed my end of the lever more than a meter, pushing the end of the second lever along the ground by about 40 cm and the wedge by Abigail's leg about 15 cm.

"It's working!" she screamed. She wiggled her leg madly as I grunted under the strain, wondering how long I could hold my position.

"I'm free!" She screamed again.

I let go and came to her side. "Can you walk?" I asked.

She grimaced. "I think my foot is broken. I can hobble though, or crawl! But where do we go?! There's no escape up!"

I looked around and nodded. "We'll have to head down! I'll carry you!" The fire was almost upon us and the air was turning foul. I picked her up and moved down the hill of debris as fast as I could. She was so light, like a feather! Beyond comprehension! It was only later I realized my adrenaline was giving me a distorted sense of her weight.

"Ilias, I think I know where we are! We've broken through to the library's restricted level. There won't be an exit here!"

"But I see a door!" Besides which, there was no other place to go.

She shook her head. "It has to be an archive room, a dead end! It'll be locked!"

We got to the door a moment later. There were large red signs with white lettering on either side of the door, but there was no time to read them. Abigail was right, the door was locked, and also unpowered. But as a Security commander I had an omega pass. Thanking the Holy it seemed undamaged, I slid the card into the mag-slot and keyed in my authorization code for override access.

My omega card didn't have the power to slide the door open, but it did unclick the lock. As Abigail gasped in astonishment, I slid the door open with my hands. The fire behind us was turning into a raging inferno. We had absolutely no time to spare! I helped Abigail through the portal and slid the door closed behind us. I turned on a small pocket flashlight and looked around the room.

It was a moderate sized vault, filled with aisles of floor shelves holding old papers and books, truly ancient looking stuff. But I noticed something else far more alarming. The air! It had no smell, but seemed to offer no benefit when I breathed it!

Abigail noticed it too. She wailed, "It's a nitrogen room, to protect the archives!"

I panted and thought perhaps our struggle was over. "Any ideas?"

Abigail considered. "Perhaps there's a cold vault! Search the walls!"

I carried her as she held my light and we both searched for another door. We found one in the back, along with more warning signs posted in red near it. We were both getting dizzy from breathing the pure nitrogen. We ignored the red signs. I used my pass again to override the door, and this time the door slid open on its own power and the ceiling lights switched on. We entered an inner vault and quickly sealed the door so as not to dilute the new air with the nitrogen.

It was a small vault, an aisle about four meters long and one meter wide, with shelves along all the walls except for the door behind us. It was not nearly as cold as I feared, probably about 10C. There were two small vents in the room, and the one on the floor was gently blowing clean cold air into the room. The ceiling vent was the exhaust. Thank the Holy the air was breathable! Abigail and I lay gasping on the floor near the vent to catch our breath. From here, the raging fires two rooms away were not even audible. Perhaps we were safe! And then the ceiling lights failed.

Chapter 7. Cold Storage

We lay in darkness for several minutes catching our breaths by the vent. The only sound in the room was our breathing, and occasionally Abigail's chattering teeth. The floor was made of metal, and at 10C was rapidly pulling the heat from her body. I thought about telling her to stand, but then remembered her broken foot. Another minute passed in silence.

"I'm going to keep the flashlight off, unless we need light for something."

There was no response. I suddenly realized I hadn't asked a question, and it would be forbidden for her to talk otherwise.

"Permission to talk freely."

"Yes sire, thank you."

"Sire?" I thought. At first I felt surprised, and then I was astonished by my surprise. Abigail using my name before had broken a dozen laws. So why did I feel sad, that she was now observing the correct protocols? More teeth chatter...

"Cold?"

"A little sire, thank you."

I had memories of my winter survival training at Anqara. I never thought I'd be doing this with a girl! "Here, lie on your side. Cuddle with me."

I turned on the light for a moment. I got my first calm look at her face, and her body. She was as I had dreamed women to be, so beautiful. She seemed startled by my command but grateful, and quickly complied. We pressed ourselves against each other, my right arm underneath her, curling around the small of her back to hold her to me by her hip.

So wide! Such a pleasant, flaring curve from her trim and fit waist, so different than a man! I felt her shiver in her thin burqa and realized her problem. I had on outdoor clothes, she was dressed for interiors. She must have been underground inside the, what did she call it, a library? My mind drifted. I looked up into her eyes only a few centimeters from my face. She gave me a shy smile. I nodded and turned off the light.

I felt like making conversation. "What kind of a vault is this?"

Abigail replied very precisely. "Sire, the disks on the shelves are based on a mylar composite, protected with a dura-plasti coating. Oxygen in the air is not an issue, but the information substrates would degrade if kept at room temperature."

"Ah. Well, at least the air is breathable." I suddenly felt a little foolish for talking so inanely.

"Yes sire. It's more economical to seal the door, rather than set up a separate line for cold nitrogen." She still seemed so stiff and formal. This was so different than our brief time before the vault. I found myself yearning for her to call me Ilias again.

Perhaps her foot was bothering her. "How are you feeling? How is your foot?" I asked. "Please speak freely and honestly."

There was a pause. "Thank you sire. My foot is throbbing but the pain is bearable." There was another pause, even longer, and then she cried, "Sire! I owe you a deep apology for my hysterics!"

For all my command training, I was at a loss for what to say. The silence stretched out to a very long moment. Without thinking, I patted the side of her hip to show understanding.

At my pat, Abigail sighed and continued. "In 8224, I was in my tenth year. There was a fire here at Qataban, at the girl's monastery. Do you know of it sire?"




The Preacher Man



"No. I've only been stationed here for a few months." There was more silence. I realized that even with permission to speak freely, Abigail was going out on a limb to initiate a topic of conversation. "Continue."

I felt her nod. "It was a huge fire, on the western edge of the city. Several areas of the girl monastery dorms got involved. My wing was safe, but both our escape routes were blocked. The escape routes of the adjoining wing were also blocked..."

I felt her tremble and gasp in my arms, and then she whispered, "I heard them scream. I heard all my friends scream as they burned, and then they were gone..." She sighed. "I had nightmares for weeks, bad ones. So bad I was almost culled for my inability to adjust."

I tried to comfort her. I stroked the side of her hip, from her waist to her thigh, and whispered back, "Childhood fears..."

"Yes!" she hissed. "They shape us, become us, cause us to fail! Sire, I deeply apologize!"

"Abigail, there's absolutely nothing to forgive." There was another long moment of silence. "Continue to speak freely, about anything you want."

She nodded. "What do you think our chances are sire?"

"To survive from here? Excellent. This last door still had power when I used my card. Data and power flow on the same line. There's a record of my entry in the Security logs, and Tamir is not one to miss a thing like that."

"Tamir? The Security Commander?! You speak of him as a friend sire!"

"He is my friend."

She gasped. "The third Security Commander! I've heard rumors one was at Qataban."

I laughed. "That's right. Not what you were expecting, am I?" I felt her tremble in my arms, and my laughter turned to shame. "Abigail, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

I felt her tense, even more than before, and realized my apology had turned her fear into astonishment. I sighed and tried to change the subject. "Any idea what caused the explosion?"

"I know a little sire. I was in one of the archives, the section on the fourth millennium, when I heard the snap-hiss-snap of a power coupling reset."

"What?! Was maintenance being done on the power grid?"

I felt Abigail shake her head in the darkness. "At night sire? Certainly not scheduled, and there were no emergency sirens. I feared a network problem sire, a bad remote controller tripping and resetting a power coupling. That's very dangerous! We have industrial gas lines running here! I was running to report the problem when... when the world exploded."

I nodded, thinking about the remarkable coincidence of the street exploding beneath me a few days after I discovered a secret organization. "How many people were with you?"

"In the archive sire? I was alone."

"You were alone in an archive?! Isn't that illegal?"

"I have a special permit sire," Abigail replied, and then, with a bit of pride, "My class is zero point nine."

I blinked in surprise. Abigail had just told me she was in the top ten of all the women approaching their marriage gate this year, a number probably about 282,000. She was being raised to be a wife of royalty. Or at least had been until now, I realized with dismay. As far as The Book of Bel'dar was concerned, I being with her like this would be considered the ruin of her virginity. Surely Abigail must know this too I thought, yet she was relaxed in my arms. Had she accepted her fate so easily?

It puzzled me as a child, being taught that the Holy's dual purposes for women were for them to bear children and to be eternal virginal slaves for their husbands. I almost laughed at the contradiction, but that of course would have been my last laugh.

It wasn't until the following year that I saw the pure evil, saw the monstrous perspective of The Book of Bel'dar that virginity is a state of mind and memory. I made my secret decision at that moment that I would someday ride the Asad for as far as the Lion would take me, no matter what the cost.

There are about 500,000 human pregnancies per year in the world. About 120,000 boys and 360,000 girls will reach six months of age, and about 78,000 boys and 282,000 girls will reach adulthood. There are no specific culling gates for the girls, just the usual culling for behavior and heresy, and their survival chances for reaching adulthood is much greater than the boys, 78% versus 65%.

The last time I looked at the census numbers, there were about 12,750,000 adult women in the world, an average of about 3.6 wives per husband. With the anti-aging drugs, prime female fertility occurs between 21 and 70 years of age, and 5% of the ten million women in this age group become pregnant each year. After age 70, women enter a lottery for the anti-aging drugs that is somewhat more generous than the one for males. Most women who reach seventy will survive until their mid nineties, but there's rapid culling after that. I believe the oldest woman currently alive is 104.

There are no advancements in rank possible for adult women. With the priesthood enforcing their sick definition of female virginity, that would be impossible. But there is a classification system for the girls running upward from 0.0 to 0.9, each level one third the size of the level below it. For all the girls entering their 21'st year (their marriage gate year), there will be about 189,000 at level 0.0, 63,000 at level 0.1, 21,000 at level 0.2, and so on, up to about 10 at level 0.9.

I realized Abigail had demonstrated herself to be one of the most talented women on the planet, reserved for marriage solely to Royalty or Upper Commanders (CL-12 and above). And now I had contaminated her. As a CL-11, I would not be allowed to marry her myself, and no one else would want her. It was hard for me to tell whether she realized it yet, but she was about to be culled, probably within days, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I hugged her to me and sighed. "What is your area of specialty? Music?" Women initiates of level 0.9 receive years of advanced training, most commonly in the musical arts.

Abigail shook her head. "No sire. History."

"Huh?"

"I am a student of history. Even as a young girl, it was my passion and my love. I can look for patterns, find new causes and meaning in historical events. I have a special permit from the Priesthood to study the non-restricted archives. That's why I was in the library so late. I spend all my free time there. My goal is to help the future political career of my husband, add historical insight to the problems he might face. I want to learn as much as I can before my marriage, when my virginity will be sealed and..." Abigail took a huge breath and let out a long sigh, saying no more.

She didn't have to. I knew the horror before her, although I have yet to meet a male who seems to recognize that a monster lives among us. If Abigail did manage to survive this night with me and be married, further learning for her would be physically impossible.

The vault was tomblike, so quiet. As the time wore on, I gently tugged at Abigail, offering that she lie partially on me. She gratefully accepted, completely leaving the cold metal floor that was robbing her of her heat. I held her in both my arms to keep her from rolling off. Soon her soft hair was all over my lower face and neck. Her hair, so soft! It tickled my throat.

She rested her head on my chest and became still. Her body, so different than mine, so beautiful, such a wonder of contradiction, so full of strength and softness, both at the same time. How is that possible?

I felt her breathing turn slow and steady, and all tension drained from her body. I was amazed she could find such peace with me, enough to fall asleep. My own mind was full of turmoil. I pondered my emotions for her for hours, in the quiet blackness of the vault. And then I heard the hiss of the vault door unsealing.

Chapter 8. The Quality of Mercy

Time: October 23, 8235 10:37 AM

After spending four hours in morning prayers with some visiting Royalty who had come for the occasion, I hurried off to the nuptial wing of Jizari's central cathedral. My time in the wing was a stark contrast to the friendliness of the Royalty, so many of whom seemed eager to be my friend. The nuptial procedure itself was all business, and very dry, as was the specially trained Priest who performed the marriage.

"As you can see," commented the Nikahaldi, "There is some damage to the left foot. You'll have to key in your approval that this is acceptable."

My master ID card was already inserted and active in the consoles. I typed in my additional approval as requested. As I waited for the next step, my eyes went to the large monitor on my right.

And there she was, Abigail! Standing as required, and dressed in a simple burqa that was pulled back and tied to the back of her left leg to show her cast. There was also the required marriage hood above the burqa, preventing her from seeing anything.

I hadn't seen Abigail since we left the vault at Qataban. She didn't even know for sure whom she was marrying, though I was hoping she could guess. My heart was singing with the expectation of having her see me again!

A number of unexpected pages of text showed up on the Nikahaldi's monitors. There were several blocks of bold red lettering. "What is this?!" he muttered, looking totally flummoxed. He spent several minutes reading. "Sir, this woman has been defiled!" 

"Yes, I know."

"And you still want her as a wife?!"

"Yes."

"I don't understand! I didn't even know such a thing was possible!"

I sighed. "I was the one who defiled her. I've been over the legality of this several times with Royalty. As the one who defiled her, it is permissible for me to marry her. The difference is she can be a virgin only to me. She has to be culled if I die. It's all there on your screen. I have several Royal friends who were with me in morning prayers today. Would you like to talk to them about this?"

"Oh no sir! That won't be necessary!" The Nikahaldi typed in his approval codes and the marriage registration program moved onto the next phase. He nodded in approval as he scanned through the medical logs. "Eternal virginity injections were completed during your four hours of morning prayers sir, full spectrum as required. If you have any problems sir, report them immediately."

"Should I expect any?"

The Nikahaldi Priest laughed. "I'm required by law to say that! There hasn't been a problem in seven thousand years. These injections work!" He continued to type as his console.

I nodded and then looked back to the monitor of Abigail, not trusting myself to make a verbal comment. Fateen was right, I thought. My discipline does serve me well, well enough to hide a disgust that was without boundary.

"I'm ready for you to key in your final approval sir." The Priest then laughed again. "Last chance to change your mind! It's the easy road out sir. With her flags, divorcing her would tie you up with an execution council for a month!"

"Keying it in now..."

"Confirmed. I'm keying in my final clearance... Congratulations sir! You have married! I hope you have many years of good use from her!"

It was a traditional blessing. I gave the traditional reply. "Thank you Nikahaldi, for a fine marriage ceremony. I hope so too."

I withdrew my ID card from the console and was now permitted to meet my bride. I walked a short path of corridors and stepped into her holding pen.

She stood trembling under her burqa and hood. I could only imagine her turmoil, and her courage, willingly submitting to the four hours of the evil injections that had sealed her virginity. I stood before her as her legal husband, wondering and hoping that she would also accept me as the husband of her heart. I reached up and released her both her hood and burqa veil.

Her eyes met mine, and her face burst with a smile of happiness. I nodded for her to follow me. She nodded and veiled herself, head and leg, making herself legal to walk in public. Then she picked up her crutches and followed me out of the cathedral.

My home, the world's central Security complex was adjacent to the cathedral. Grateful Abigail did not have far to walk with her crutches, we made our way to my temporary quarters, a fine private bedroom of almost thirty square meters. Abigail seemed stunned by the beauty of the countryside outside the bay windows.

I nodded as she smiled at me. "The countryside here is river valleys crossing in an east-west direction. I know, it's very beautiful."

She nodded and then saw her marriage book upon the bed. It contained a description of me and all the rules and regulations I wanted in our marriage. I was free to edit the book as I saw fit, and Abigail's normal duty would be to read the book just after waking each day. She glanced at me for permission and I nodded again. She sat on the bed and was soon eagerly reading the book.

I walked to the window and watched the scenery for a while, and then sat in a chair near her and waited.

She looked up at me and raised her eyebrows at me playfully. "This is so generous Ilias! Complete familiarity when we're alone! From my heart, thank you!"

I smiled back. "You must have so many questions! Please ask!"

Abigail nodded. "The book explained much. You are a CL-12 now, still riding the Asad. And we are flying to Jericho?! So soon?"

"Yes, very soon, shortly before evening prayers, in the same ramjet that brought you here. I'll be the Security station commander there."

Abigail nodded in approval. "I will support you husband, with every fiber of my being!" She then gave me a shy smile and looked at the clock. It was after 11 AM. "The first purge cycle of my virginity injections will kick in very soon, probably within a few minutes. I'm going to be deeply asleep for four hours."

I nodded kindly. "Yes, I know. I will hold you as you sleep."

Abigail nodded back. "Thank you Ilias. You are so sweet to me, sweet and kind. Ilias... Do you want my virginity now?"

"Uh... Perhaps when you wake up?"

"Thank you again! I've received so much training on how to please you! I'd hate to have you excited and then have me forced into sleep by the cycle. I promise, my heart is set on pleasing you!" She paused for a moment, looking a little sleepy. "Ilias?"

"Yes?"

"I do have a question. How were you ever able to stop my execution?"

"Ah, that was Ammar's doing."

Abigail frowned, blinking her eyes awake, and then gave a small gasp. "The mayor of Qataban?!"

I laughed. "Yes! But he is an amazingly humble person. He prefers his Guild title of station commander."

"Yes, I've heard that. But what could he do? Execution decisions are controlled entirely by the Priesthood."

Abigail yawned and suddenly looked very drowsy. I got up and came to her side. In a moment we were both lying down on the bed. My fingers came up and caressed her face for the first time. "Comfortable?"

Abigail sighed. "Extremely. Ilias, I'm so happy you are... my husband," she yawned again.

I gently kissed her. "Since Qataban is Ammar's Guild's home town, he had some influence in the civic resources needed for an execution. One novel delay after another! He is my good friend, and I am so grateful for his help."

Abigail nodded sleepily. "And I owe him my life. Perhaps if you would be so kind, to make a note of this... in my marriage book... Stay with me Ilias... Hold me..." Her eyes fell shut and she was deeply asleep in moments.

I did stay with her, holding her and crying and praying silently. Oh Abigail, flower of my heart! I didn't want to tell you now. I don't know if this will work! I couldn't bear to give you false hope! Please, please, good and true Holy, so hidden from my world, let my acts of treason be enough... Let them stand against the evil. I lay with my wife and prayed for four hours...

Abigail's eyes blinked open. She turned her head and saw me looking at her and trembling. She began to smile back, and then inhaled a huge choking gasp.

"Abigail! Are you all right?"

"I..." She looked at me with wild, frightened eyes and seemed to struggle with what to say. She finally decided. "Sorry! I remember going into the nuptial cathedral for my injections. Nothing after that!"

"You don't remember coming here with me?"

"No, of course not! Oh!!!" she whispered and wailed.

My heart was bursting with joy. I didn't believe her! "Abigail! It's all right! It's okay for you to remember!"

She looked wildly unhappy, sitting up and grabbing her marriage book. She began flipping through the pages in a very determined manner. "It says I may call you Ilias and be informal, whenever I want... Oh!!!" She bent her head and burst into tears.

I repeated my whisper. "Abigail! It's all right! It's okay for you to remember!"

She looked at me trembling. She shook her head and whispered back, "How can you say that?! No it's not!"

"Abigail, I forgive you! I utterly forgive you! I would try to hide it too. But you do remember, don't you? Please say yes. You do remember, don't you?"

Abigail sat there trembling for a moment, and then agreed with a small nod of her head.

I hugged her, holding her in my arms as we lay. I cried in a whispering voice, "My wife! I've saved you!"

Abigail cried with me, looking distraught and confused. "I don't understand. What did you do? How is this possible?"

"The virginity drugs, I've been working on this for years, ever since I was a boy, ever since I understood what the drugs do. I've spent years in study at night. And as a CL-12 Security commander, I have access to the logs. Who watches the watchers? It has to end somewhere! Oh Abigail, I've saved you!"

"Saved me? Ilias!" she whispered. "What did you do?"

"There are only two key injections in the process. All the others are for preparations and cleaning and forcing the first sleep cycle. The saline solutions clear the lines, and the preparation drugs eliminate your brain's ability to resist the virginity drugs. I reprogrammed the injection cycle. The two key injections were flushed into sewage, and you got two extra saline solutions instead. The inventory balances, and the report logs are all confirming something that never happened. I did it! Abigail, my wife! I did it!"

"My life!" Abigail whispered as she cried. "My life! Ilias! This is the second time you've risked your life to save mine!" She looked at me with such adoration that I became embarrassed.

There really wasn't much time to discuss what our future would be like. Our jet to North America was leaving in less than two hours. We had a few minutes to laugh and cry and hold each other, and then we departed for the airport.

Virginity is a state of mind, and therefore a state of memory. Thus the Book of Bel'dar proclaims. It was the first lesson taught in my sex education class as a boy. I looked at Abigail as we made our way through the complex. With her study of history, she might know so much, about how such an evil philosophy ever was born. And one must understand one's enemy before it can be defeated.

The Book of Bel'dar is also very clear on this, that a woman's purpose is to serve a man. From the limited ancient history available to me, I knew that this attitude was there from the very beginning, and some of the oldest texts suggest even before the beginning, from before the War of the Burning Metals. Defilement was called rape and was used to degrade, was used as a weapon of war and of control. And the religion prized the virginity, and sought to capture it forever. Abigail is a student of history. There is so much she can teach me!

The virginity drugs totally and forever block the creation of long-term memories. Each day seems normal, but nothing is remembered across a sleep cycle. At each morning, all the adult women on Earth awake with the memory of their nuptial injections as the last thing they can remember. They reach for their marriage book to learn who their husband currently is, what year it is, how old they are, and what is expected of them. They train hard at this for years as girls, frantically storing up the skills that they will need for their lifetimes, since no further learning is possible after their wedding day. Each day becomes an isolated trip in time, further and further into their future until they die. It is a fearsome evil and it will not stand, I swear it! 




The Preacher Man



And every day their husbands may enjoy their novice understanding of sex, enjoy introducing them to their first sexual experience, day after day, year after year, each sexual encounter their first, even through pregnancies. They become eternal virgins, because the virginity of their minds is forever sealed by the drugs. And even if they become unwanted and divorced, they can be virgin brides to their next husbands, because virginity is a state of mind, and thus a state of memory.

That is why Abigail must be culled if I die. Her encounter with me at Qataban occurred before her nuptial injections. Her first memories of me can not be erased.

My heart was singing with joy as we went to the airport. When it was possible, Abigail would lift her veil and give me lots of shy and playful smiles. From my secret studies, I believe the preparation drugs in her body are harmless without the principal injections, and they should flush naturally from her in a few days. I saved her! And I will save others! This was my vow to the Lion, so long ago, that the monster would not stand, no matter what the cost.

And yet there is still so much I don't understand! How could such a monster ever have been born? Oh Abigail, history! Yes! There is so much you can teach me!

Chapter 9. The Walls of Jericho

Time: October 23, 8235 4:27 PM

When we arrived at Jizari's airport, I was given some unexpected information. A high ranking Royal was in the city and wanted to travel immediately to Aleppo. He had commandeered my Guild's ramjet. Abigail and I had few minutes and we went to find a quiet place to sit in Security's VIP lounge. I pulled out my scheduler and typed in a few queries. I looked up and gave Abigail a small smile.

"It's not so bad. There's a non-stop rail connection from Aleppo to Jericho, 293 kilometers. The rail trip will take just 75 minutes. At least the storm here is breaking up. I don't think we'll have any trouble with takeoff." A brief but fierce spring storm had started an hour ago. I sighed, thinking about missing the coming summer, but winter in North America does have its own beauty.

Abigail gave me a small nod through her burqa, keeping the correct protocol by not replying verbally in public without a direct question being asked of her. Within an hour our jet departed. The 10,400 kilometer trip to the ancient site of Boston Massachusetts would take only three hours.

I was stunned by our passenger. Mudar! Not just Royalty, not just Ruling Royalty! Mudar is one of the most feared and imposing men in the world, and not just because of his flaming red hair and two full meters in height. He is also the youngest of the three CL-29 in the world, and as such the number-six man on the eleven-member supreme ruling executive council.

It was a worrisome development. Mudar could have easily ordered the jet to be for his sole use. The fact that he was permitting us to fly with him was not without danger. Given the choice, I probably would have preferred taking a day to get to Jericho by sub-sonic transportation.

Mudar motioned with his hand as we boarded how he wanted us to sit. I was in the back left side, with Abigail in front of me. Mudar was in the front right, with one of his wives in back of him and on my right. Mudar's presence dominated us, 10 cm above me and 25 cm taller than Abigail, more with her bent with the crutches. He smiled at her as he gestured her with his hands, but the smile never touched his eyes. I think Abigail realized it too. We were both on our guard.

At 6 PM Mudar started the evening prayers, beginning with a free-form version of The Prayer of Uncounted Failings. For a while it made sense, but then it became very difficult to follow. Afterwards there was a period of silence. Mudar just sat there turning, slowly shifting his gaze back and forth between Abigail and me. I couldn't help but notice the class insignia on his sleeve, the Royal square with the tri-colors of the supreme ruling executive council (purple, red, and yellow) and an addition band of blue on top. And out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mudar's wife trembling in her seat beside me. I briefly wondered what she looked like under her burqa.

"So," Mudar said, finally fixing his gaze upon me, "Quite a ride on the Lion so far."

I gazed back. If he had said, "Quite a ride on the Lion so far, don't you think?", that would have given me a firm legal reason for replying. But without a direct question, and without explicit permission to speak freely, technically any response at all could get me into trouble, even a simple nod of my head. I stared back in silence. After a while Mudar's face broke into a small frown, and his eyes were totally without warmth. "I've spoken several times about this issue, even with Abdul Quddus himself occasionally, on why we allow the Lion to maintain such independence from the Priesthood. What is your opinion?"

"My opinion Grand Mufeto, is that the Lion exists as described in the Book of Bel'dar." I bowed my head slightly as required, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"Do you know Ilias, that I was a Nikahaldi as a Priest?"

"Yes, Grand Mufeto."

"That is the proper way to mature, slowly through the classes. I think your ride on the Lion is..." He paused for a moment to consider and then frowned. He finally seemed to realize that a direct criticism of the Lion would be a direct criticism of the Book of Bel'dar, and that he was flying in a ramjet of the Guild that monitors the world. I was astonished to see him come so close to such a blunder, though I showed no outward sign of it. Discipline, Fateen, discipline! You were so right! What would life be without it?

Mudar changed topics. "Regardless Ilias, another successful ride! You made the ranks of the Upper Commanders." He paused for a moment, giving me another chance to trip up and respond. After a moment he continued, "So how many Upper Security Commanders are there now in Security?"

He was referring to the citizen levels of CL-12 to CL-15, commanders who have both red and yellow in their diamonds, the highest levels below Royalty. It's a huge jump to earn the yellow and go from CL-11 to CL-12. All Guilds reserve executive power to within the ranks of their Upper Commanders. As a CL-12, I could contact my Guild's eleven CL-15s directly anytime I thought it necessary. I would never dare to that as a CL-11.

I answered Mudar's question. "Including me now, seventy-six, Grand Mufeto."

He feigned surprise. "What?! So many?! In a Guild of what, three thousand?"

His point was real. Outside the Priesthood, the average Guild had twice as many Upper Commanders, but was also eight times our size. Security is a great Guild for promotion.

But before I could affirm Mudar's comment, he turned to Abigail and asked, "And what is your opinion?"

"My opinion, Grand Mufeto? I believe your number of three thousand Security members is accurate."

"No, not about that. I mean about the Guild having so many Upper Commanders."

"It's not my place to have an opinion on such matters, Grand Mufeto."

He chuckled at her. "No, indeed not. And what should you have an opinion on?"

"My opinion is that I will faithfully serve my husband, Grand Mufeto."

"A correct opinion, my servant. And you also think of me as your master, don't you?"

"Yes, you are also my master, Grand Mufeto."

"And you will obey me in all things, correct?"

Abigail paused for mere fraction of a second. "As described in The Book of Bel'dar, yes, Grand Mufeto."

Mudar fidgeted for a moment. He seemed annoyed about something and pulled a small cloth from inside his robe and wiped the left side of his neck and cheek. He scowled at me. "Have the pilot reduce the air temperature in here Ilias."

I complied at once.

He returned to his conversation with Abigail. "And so this is your wedding day! Such a wonderful day of freedom for you. No more worries about trying to remember things, no more studying. How I envy you! So young, and to have such a care-free life ahead! You are so fortunate! Don't you agree?"

I worked mightily and kept a completely neutral expression. Without my intervention, this would have been a day of horror for Abigail, a day of great and evil degradation, the day she would have lost her abilities to grow and to learn and to chose new purpose for her life. Except for my treason, all these things would have been irrevocably ripped from her mind. And yet Abigail answered with sincerity, "Oh yes, Grand Mufeto, I am very fortunate!"

Mudar seemed startled by her words. "Really? You were zero point nine, one of ten this year, while there were over two hundred Royal promotions and marriage opportunities! Don't you feel cheated, that you were defiled and married by a lowly Citizen Level twelve?"

I was so proud of Abigail. The monster! If he were so envious of her fate, why didn't he take the eternity drugs himself?! But Abigail didn't miss a beat. She replied kindly, "It's not my place to feel such things, Grand Mufeto."

I think we both heard it, both Mudar and I, perhaps even Mudar's wife. Abigail was not only sincere; her voice also had more than a hint of compassion for Mudar, perhaps even pity. It totally unsettled him. He tried a few more desultory attempts to trap Abigail and then gave up. We flew the rest of the trip in silence, the remainder of the evening Prayer cycle abandoned.

Our jet landed at Aleppo on time. It was a very dark night, thick clouds and a cold drizzle. We parted company for Mudar and his wife, and Abigail and I headed to the adjoining train terminal. The stormy weather outside provided a nice contrast with the train interior, warm and cozy as we flew across the landscape at close to 250 km/hour. The super-conducting magneto-rails provided an almost completely silent ride.

As we approached our destination, the train slowed and we got a good view of the fabled Walls of Jericho, four meters of solid stone built late in the first millennium and now over seven thousand years old. Jericho was the oldest township in North America, and the walls were originally built to keep out bears. They still serve that purpose.

The early pilgrims originally intended to settle at the seaport site of Aleppo, but Boston took at least two direct hits during the War of the Burning Metals, and at the time the residual radiation was too much for the first North American pioneers to handle. So they moved to Jericho, founded on the ancient site of Burlington, Vermont, at 44 o 28' N, 2 o 15' W. Its solar time would lag nine minutes behind the standard of Bandar Arenas, a pleasantly small difference.

My private chauffeur was waiting for us as we pulled into the Jericho train station. Abigail and I were in my private suite at Guild HQ by 11 PM. We took quick showers, and then I joined Abigail by a large window and put my arm around her waist. Our Guild was right at the edge of the city, along the lake, the one side without the wall.

I kissed my wife and smiled. "About fifteen kilometers to get across the water, and then vast stretches of deep forests. Mid fall, it will be very beautiful there. Perhaps someday when you're off the crutches, we can do some recreational camping. The other side of the lake used to belong to the ancient State of New York." And then I remembered to whom I was talking. Abigail could probably tell me much I didn't know about New York.

She nodded sweetly and then in an act of boldness leaned up and kissed me. "Ilias, before you bed me, I should tell you something, something I strongly suspect, something I noticed about Mudar."

"Oh? What?"

Abigail paused for a moment. "Somehow men don't seem to recognize the burqa is a powerful tool when handling a delicate conversation. I can stare and watch a man's eyes and body language, much more closely than another man could and not be rude. And the man can't stare back and watch my eyes. It's a decided advantage."

I nodded. "True. And you're right, I've never thought about it."

"In the plane, Mudar had a brief moment of sweat, asymmetric, only on the left side of his face and neck. He acted both annoyed and surprised by it. I think it was the first time it has happened to him. If I'm right about the cause, it won't happen again."

"Huh? Abigail, what are you talking about?"

"The gene for red hair, the over-active pituitary gland, the asymmetric sweat, Ilias! It all fits! I found two separate references to this, once in the second millennium and once in the forth. Foolish Priests! They think they can separate out the value of history into restricted and non-restricted sections!"

I smiled and caressed her hair. "Yes, I've thought about that too. History is holistic, like a hologram. Tear away a piece of the hologram, you don't lose a piece of the image. Instead you make the entire image fuzzy. And the more you tear, the fuzzier the image becomes."

"Yes Ilias, exactly! And the mind is much more powerful than a laser beam in reconstructing an image. The mind has the power to infer and deduce, to create great bridges of understanding from small building blocks, and to use broad principles to dive down and find the truth of hidden details. The mind can make the torn image whole again!"

"So what do you know about Mudar?"

"Between ten to twenty days from now, certainly within a month, he will suffer the onset of Class-1A Progeria."

I blinked. "What?!" Abigail had just mentioned a rare but extremely deadly disease, a complete auto-immune system rejection of the anti-aging drugs. Much faster than a body's failure due to lottery placebo injections, Mudar's death would occur within days of the onset of a lightning fast aging process.

I stared at Abigail. "Are you sure?"

She frowned for a second. "I have just two independent reports. But so many of the attributes fit Ilias! In both my cases, the men were between 220 and 230 years of age. How old is Mudar?"

"I can find out!" I typed at my bedroom console for a moment. Then I gestured for Abigail to stand aside and out of sight, and I place a video call to Zaim.

I'll give him credit. He answered the call in seconds, dressed in a night shirt and obviously roused from sleep. He recognized me immediately, and began the conversation with a single word. "What?"

I filled him in on the details, quoting Abigail's references. No one had ever made the connection of these specific symptoms to the disease. It was a nugget of pure gold information lying naked and unnoticed in the unrestricted sections of the Qataban libraries. "And the final two pieces of the puzzle," I concluded. "One: Mudar is 227 years old. Two: He had a brief moment of senility on the jet. It surprised me greatly. He almost directly criticized the Book of Bel'dar."

Zaim sat unmoving as I talked. He finally looked up and smiled at me. "Ilias, this is huge! I see now why you bothered to save that female! I was worried before it might be a sign of stupid sentimentality. Others were too. But now we'll understand. Well done! Tell no one else about this."

"Yes sir, of course. Our observations never happened. One more thing?"

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking. If you could get me top-level clearance for data access, I could have my female prospect for more nuggets of information like this."

Zaim considered thoughtfully. "Well, your female is a proper virgin now, no issue there... But top level access for a CL-12? That would be difficult..."

"One more find like this sir... It would be worth a lifetime of the female's effort."

"Oh, undoubtedly. Hmmm... Wait until your next ride on the Lion. This will be a lot easier to do when you're CL-13. Again Ilias, well done!"

I took a gamble and decided to speak with complete familiarity. "When I'm CL-13?! Quite a change in expectation, don't you think, from our first meeting?"

Zaim cracked a very rare smile. "I'll leave you to the remainder of your wedding night!" He then shut down the connection. I was sure the rest of his night would be extremely busy.

Seeing the video terminated, Abigail walked with her crutches to me and leaned down and lightly kissed me as I sat. I looked up and smiled, and then stood and carried her to bed, her sweet laughter of anticipation filling my heart. We soon undressed and were under the covers, naked with each other for the first time. The wind and rain had picked up outside, and was beating against the windows. But I had beautiful and willing Abigail with me, and my heart was singing with desire!

Abigail shivered as I broke our kiss, my mouth wandering to her throat and breasts. I sighed and shivered as we held each other. My mouth descended still lower, down to her navel. My breathing was in pants, my heart racing, my fingers curling in the stiff hairs of her pubis, my elbow bumping lightly against the side of her cast.

I felt Abigail's hands gently grip my penis and cup my sac. My loins were on fire for her. I opened my mouth and pressed my open lips against her abdomen, shuddering with overwhelming desire, and then I felt her mouth close upon my penis head, her lips locking behind the ridge and her tongue lapping the sensitive tip. My hips thrust forward uncontrollably and I began to orgasm, one gasping release after another, pouring myself into Abigail's sweet mouth. The emotions and physical pleasure washed over me like a river. I was only dimly aware of Abigail's hands releasing my sac as she turned to cuddle with me afterwards. I lay exhausted and drained.

"Abby," I whispered, "I..."

"Sweet Ilias, it's all right," she whispered back. "A perfect and gentle way to start our marriage! I know our future play times will be longer. I will cherish the memory of this moment forever. I am so happy to be your wife!" She was quiet for a long moment.

I smiled at her in my sleepiness. "I will cherish the moment too," I murmured. Foolish, stupid world, I thought. Why would I ever want to erase the memory of this moment from my wife? Abigail was cooing in contentment as she lay in the warmth of my side, her hand upon my breast, her fingers softly caressing my male nipples.

She spoke in the quietest of a whisper, "Ilias, I love you!"

Love... My mind drifted at the thought. Such a strange concept. I had been taught since childhood, and had been instructed from the Book of Bel'dar, that humans are incapable of the emotion. Love is reserved for the Holy alone to express, allowing our existence in spite of our counted and uncounted failings. Love... And yet, perhaps Abigail could teach me... My mind drifted, returning to the more familiar patterns of my Guild...

"You see why the information is so important..." I murmured.

A giggle. "Mudar?" whispered Abigail back. "Of course. I've been reading about power politics all my life, eight thousand years of it..." She gave me the softest of a kiss. "Go to sleep, my darling..." I drifted into a peace of infinite depth.

Zaim got no further sleep that night. The political chess games within the Royal Priesthood never stop, and thus neither does the job of the Guild which keeps track of all the players' positions and scores. Abigail's observation enabled Security to make major realignments of its multiple alliances within Royalty, negotiating far better deals than would be possible if Mudar's condition were already public knowledge.

On November 10th, right on schedule, Mudar was stricken with the disease and died two days later. The power structures underneath him temporarily crashed with the news, and Security was perfectly positioned to pick up the pieces as they lay briefly available. And then the game continued.

Chapter 10. The Forest Primeval

Time: November 25, 8235 3:56 PM

After helping to unpack the survival gear, the pilots returned to the helicopter. They quickly went through their preflight checklist, started their rotors, and then waited for me to give them clearance to depart. I waited until precisely 4 PM, the official start of the test, and gave them the expected hand signal. They saluted smartly, I saluted back, and then there was a blasting rush of wind as the craft lifted. It cleared the trees after a few seconds and then banked and tilted forward. The noise and the wind and the flashing running lights quickly receded to the south.




The Preacher Man



I turned to my wife. Except for the brief helicopter flight, this was my first moment to be with her since our wedding night, more than a month ago, and the helicopter was no place to tell her what was going on. But I was certainly overjoyed to be with her again, and I knew she could sense that. "Hi Abigail!"

She removed her veil and nodded playfully, looking a little uncertain about the situation. "Hi back Ilias! What would you like me to do?"

I smiled in admiration of her discipline. I knew she was probably bursting with questions, and I was sure she very much wanted to tell me what her month had been like. But, first things first! I broke open one of our large backpacks and went straight to the armaments.

"Abby, we have about forty minutes to sunset. I want to teach you how to fire a flechette pistol. Do you know much about them?"

Abigail stared at the large pistol I had handed her. "Well, as a girl, no direct experience of course. I have read a little. Exploding micro-darts, right?"

"That's right. Actually, here's the lever near the bottom of the breach for ammo selection..." Over the next few minutes I gave Abigail a basic course in a shooter's stance, how to hold and sight the weapon, and the lever operations for safety, ammo mode, and firing mode. "In the Holy militia, this gun has the nickname of Devil-dog. Each magazine holds eighty micro-darts, forty with exploding tips and forty without. Both types of darts will stay super-sonic for almost a hundred meters. Inside that radius and for pistol size, this is about the most deadly weapon imaginable."

Abigail practiced sighting and fire selection as I continued my lesson. "The pistol is superbly balanced, easy to control even at full auto. Firing modes are manual single-shot, slow-auto at three rounds per second, and variable-auto which will fire ten rounds per second with a fully depressed trigger. If you exhaust the supply of exploding darts, the pistol will automatically switch to the non-exploding darts. It will NOT automatically switch in the other direction. You'll have to push the ammo-mode lever to horizontal."

Abigail nodded. "Got it."

I let her practice for a while, loading and unloading a magazine, becoming familiar with the optical sighting controls, and finally chambering the first dart manually with the bolt. Abigail was then ready to test her marksmanship. I told her to use up an entire clip, starting with the non-explosive ammo. We discovered she is a born natural shooter, and she seemed to be really enjoying herself practicing with the non-exploding darts. But in the early twilight, just before it was too dark for practice, she tried automatic fire and the exploding ammo.

Abigail stared silently at the small but deep crater she had carved out in a boulder sixty meters away. I was very impressed with her control. She had stayed dead on-target for a full three-second, thirty-dart blast. The crater had a conical shape and we could probably have fit both our heads in it.

Abigail sighed. "Devil-dog, huh? An apt name..."

In the gathering darkness, we pitched our tent. Abigail watched with interest as I mounted our proximity detector on a lightweight magnesium-alloy pole. "This is a nice, open clearing," I commented. "Guard duty tonight will be little more than staying awake and making sure the sensors are operational."

Abigail nodded. "We'll sleep in shifts?"

"Oh yeah." I muttered. I was pre-occupied studying the sensor's start-up diagnostics. I wasn't anticipating the guard duty to be a problem. Thousands of years ago, modifications to the human genome had reduced humanity's daily need for sleep to four hours.

"The bears?" Abigail continued.

"Yep. A month from now they'll all be hibernating. But right now they're in a frantic mode, one last chance to stuff themselves. We'll have to stay alert the whole trip. It's likely we're going to have several encounters, probably at least one where the bears don't give up."

"Bears? Plural?"

"Yeah, they hunt in packs. You don't know?"

Abigail shook her head. "Qataban girls aren't taught much about North American wildlife." She paused for a moment. "It's sad. If the women are moved here, they're at the mercy of their husbands to leave them a note about the local dangers in their marriage books. And they'll have to relearn the lesson, every day of their lives... Ilias?"

I had just finished with the diagnostics and was switching the sensor array to operational mode. "Uh huh?"

"These bears! I remember a few vague references to them, very old, perhaps even from before the Great War. Your description doesn't fit. North American bears were described as shy, especially the black ones."

"Black?" I shook my head. "I never heard of a black bear. These are white with a mottled brown. It's a good camouflage, especially if there's any snow."

"Snow? Think we'll get any?"

"This time of year? I'm surprised the ground is still clear." I shook my head and smiled. "Shy bears?! That would be a switch!"

"I don't think they hunted in packs, either."

"Really?" I considered her words. "I don't see why not. Their main prey animals are elk and bison, and I've even heard they'll attack a herd of wooly forest hippo if they're hungry enough. Those hippo are tough, and they defend as a team. I don't think the bears could survive as solitary hunters."

Abigail shrugged. "I'm just telling you what I've read."

I finally laughed. "Shy bears?! Downright peaceful, huh? All those muscles and claws and too embarrassed to use them?!"

Abigail grinned back. "Well, it does sound ridiculous when you put it like that! I don't know. Maybe I was reading a fairy story and didn't realize it."

"Yeah, maybe." We had finished unpacking our sleeping gear. I gave a playful pat to our double bag. Abigail's face burst into a willing smile and she quickly undressed. I soon followed her into the warmth and covers. Her body felt so smooth!

I smiled at her. "If the alarms go off, be prepared to grab your pistol and dash out the door. Worry about clothes later."

"Okay. Think we'll have to?"

"We're probably okay for a while. This time of year, the bears' normal pattern is to hunt at dawn. It's the coldest time of the day, and it slows down their prey."

I felt Abigail's naked body shiver. "Yeah," she whispered. "It must have been a fairy story." She smiled at me. "You seem very familiar with their behavior."

"Of course. I've been out on Anqara survival training since my second gate. All the monastery boys were. They probably are out right now, about 400 kilometers north of here."

"Is this what this is, survival training?"

I nodded. "It's a yearly requirement for all Security members. There are no exceptions. If you're sick or injured, you just have to suck it up. And there are no rescue missions if you run into trouble."

"I had no idea! Do all males have to do this?"

"No, just the Security Guild, and the Holy Militia... Maybe some special weapons teams of the Holy Police too..."

Abigail nodded thoughtfully. "And how long will we be out here?"

"As long as it takes for us to hike back to Jericho. In a straight line, we're seventy kilometers due north of home right now, more than halfway to Cairo in fact." I was referring to another of the world's townships, built near the ancient site of Montreal at 45 o 30' N, 2 o 41' W.

I continued. "The terrain isn't bad. We'll probably wind up hiking about ninety kilometers. Part of the test is patience, knowing not to rush and do something stupid. All we have to do is hike twenty kilometers a day and we'll be back at Jericho before the end of the month. A critical error would be to hike to sundown and then not find a clear space to bivouac for the night. The sensors can't detect well in dense forest, and we'll be depending on them for our lives."

Abigail sighed and cuddled with me, curling into the warmth by my side and hugging me. We shared a few brief kisses, nothing too erotic, but we could both sense each other's desires. "I'm dying to tell you about my life," she whispered, "and to ask you a thousand questions!"

"I have the same desires! Why don't you go first? How is your foot doing? Up for a ninety kilometer hike?"

"It had better be! Now I know why you signed me up for all that physical therapy! And to answer your question, yes, my foot is in fine shape now." She lifted her leg and caressed my calf with her foot as she spoke. "The cast came off more than twenty days ago. I'm fine."

I nodded and returned the caress, massaging the small of her back, my hand occasionally drifting down to pet her buttocks. Abigail cooed with the pleasure.

"Abby, your life," I whispered. "Having to pretend you have no memory. Is it difficult?"

She sighed. "A bit. I'll only have one chance at this. One slip-up, just one, and the game is over."

I glanced at the proximity monitor, one white diode and eight green. All was quiet. "I can imagine," I whispered. I returned to caressing her. She was so wonderfully warm and alive.

"The burqa helps a lot. I see someone I know, I don't have to hide my facial expression or eye recognition. Not that I'm recognized back. My female physical therapists, they don't recognize me, one day to the next."

"Yes... That's how I first guessed, about the memory drugs I mean."

Abigail's hand had been caressing my thigh, and was just starting feather-light strokes on my scrotum, but she stopped at my revelation. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"When we were young boys, before our first gate, my monastery class was cared for by women. Most of the boys thought they were different women every day, since they never gave any sign of recognizing us. But there was one with a bit of a limp. I was sure it was the same woman. One day I risked helping her complete a chore. She would have been punished otherwise. She seemed so startled by my action..."

I took a deep sigh. "About ten days later the same thing happened. I got the same startled response. I couldn't figure it out. I started giving her a monastery hand signal when I could do it discreetly, a hand sign for friendship. She was startled every time I did it. I couldn't figure it out Abigail. I knew it was the same person, but she seemed so unable to recognize me."

Abigail was quiet for a long while. "What finally happened to her?"

"No idea. She was probably one of the Priest's wives at the monastery. A year later I was at my eighth year and passed my first gate. We saw no women after that."

"None at all?"

"No. Is it different at Qataban?"

"I..." There was a long pause from Abigail. "I guess I don't know."

More kisses... We started playing with each other, rubbing our noses and laughing. Abigail was so beautiful! In the past month, my heart was longing for her, and it felt so wonderful to be with her again, especially alone like this. We started caressing each other's hips. I made a few playful thrusts into her side. Abigail smiled and turned and reached down and held my thigh, pressing my leg and groin against her body.

The sensor display provided just a bit of light in the tent. Abigail glanced at my uniform. For three days now blue had been sharing a spot with the yellow on the top half of my diamond. "Well done Ilias! Was it difficult, riding the Lion?"

I nodded. "Each time is different, and this time was the strangest of all. And I rode the Lion right in the center of its lair."

"Huh? Oh! You mean Babylon?" Her hand drifted upward and cupped my scrotum. I lifted my leg to give her better access.

"Yeah..." I was referring to the township built at the ancient site of Lima, Peru, 12 o 5' S, 6 o 9' W, and the home township of the Computer Guild. Among their unique responsibilities are the operations of the Asad and the adult Class promotion software, Cl-2 to CL-23, everything below Ruling Royalty. The Guild had been performing that function uninterrupted for over eight thousand years.

Abigail gave a gentle tug on my penis. Her eyes were full of playfulness. I nodded to her. I was so interested! Her smell, the beauty of her body and her curves, her sparkling eyes, the softness of her skin, she filled my senses completely. We started kissing again, and this time our minds let go of everything except the nakedness of each other's body. Further conversation would have to wait.

Playful and timid, eager and inexperienced, this would be the first time for both of us. In the back of my mind I dimly saw the horrible attraction, the desire to capture Abigail's gift of virginity forever, to be able to play this moment again and again. I shook the thought from my mind, and returned to the moment and the wonder of Abigail offering her body to me.

We entered a world filled with hands and mouths, tasting and caressing. Abigail was delightfully bold with her licking. I was wet everywhere! Penis, sac, armpits, nipples, throat, her tongue and nose went everywhere in playful intimacy. I tried to respond, but often found myself drifting in Abigail's exquisite sexuality. Finally an inviting breast was passing near my mouth and I locked onto it with a strong suckle. Abigail gasped as she realized how firmly she was caught.

More time flowed. My suckle began to wander, up to her throat, her lips, such beautiful lips, staring into each other's eyes as our tongues sought to caress each other. And then down, playful kisses on her swollen nipples, rubbing my nose against the hard muscles near her ribs, hearing her cry out as I unexpectedly licked her navel. Abby held my head as I descended into the soft curls of her pubis. So mysterious! So wonderful! Such amazing smells and silkiness, so inviting, I could lose myself there forever. I opened my mouth and began to taste her, lowering my head as she spread her legs to accept me.

For a while the sense of time seemed to disappear. When it returned I realized I was hearing Abigail breathe in gasping pants. I broke my suction on her puffy lips and slid my tongue from her. I looked back up at her and was amazed to feel my penis and sac, even my anus, were slick and moistened with her saliva. She groaned and looked at me, pleading with her eyes for us not to wait any longer.

I moved to give her some room to turn in the small tent. She quickly assumed the one coitus position described in the Book of Bel'dar, kneeling on all fours, elbows and head to the floor, legs splayed and hips held high, arching her back to lift her rump and open herself to me. I knelt behind her. So open, so beautiful, so sweet. I mounted her back, my stiff erection sliding in her folds and then cupping into a hot and moist depression.

My instincts took over, one steady hip thrust to seat myself inside her. Abigail cried out as she broke.

"Darling! Forgive!"

"No Ilias! No! I want this! I want this so badly!" Abigail wiggled back until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling of having her groin lock onto mine, feeling her pull me into her body, the feeling was... beyond... beyond anything and everything. I lost myself in my thrusting, so slick! So warm! So tight! And then tighter still, as Abigail gasped and her body held me like a vise. I reached below and held her breasts as I felt her cry and vibrate and stiffen beneath me. She was orgasming! And I rode her as she came, until the pleasure was finally too much for the both of us and she jerked forward and turned.

I followed, lying on top of her, breast to breast, stomach to stomach, groin to groin, my penis seeking her, urgently seeking to return to its home of wetness and hot tightness. Abigail lifted her legs high as I thrust, giving me a nice slippery angle to reenter her moisture. I thrust once, then again, and then gasped as I felt myself start to release, spurting and inseminating this most precious creature beneath me, our eyes centimeters apart, locked on each other and staring into each other's soul. Abigail laughed and cried and held me tightly as I emptied myself into her loins.

I quickly became very sleepy. We hadn't discussed guard rotation yet, but in a few moments my head was in Abigail's lap and I realized she was offering to take the first watch. My cheeks were held against her warm and beautiful inner thighs, so soft! Gentle hands were caressing my hair, and then Abigail started to sing me a lullaby. I drifted for a short while, and soon became oblivious to everything.

Chapter 11. A Shot in the Dark

Eight hours later...

Time: November 26, 8235

Abigail roused from her slumber slowly, smiling as she realized I was petting her head, tracing a fingertip lightly across her temple. "Oh, that feels so nice," she murmured. She opened her eyes. "What time is it?"

"2:30 AM. Up for some walking?"

Abigail yawned and nodded. "Sure. Wait! Won't the bears be active soon?"

"Exactly. Think Abigail! When the bears are the most dangerous, where would you rather be? Mobile and in control of your environment, or a fixed target waiting to be ambushed?"

Abigail blinked at me and sat up. "No contest! Let's get going!"

My wife quickly got up and dressed before going out to relieve herself. But when she poked her head outside the tent she exclaimed, "Snow!"

"Yeah, there was a burst of it while you slept. It's clearing out nicely though." We both admired the stars as we took down the tent. I smiled at the sight of the brilliant moon, and how it wouldn't set until shortly after sunrise. Perfect! I thought we were in excellent shape, and the survival test was beginning to feel like a walk in the park.

We left our campsite around 3 AM. I had studied the maps of our route closely, and with my perfect memory I knew exactly the direction we should be heading. Walking side by side and a few meters apart, we started munching some food bars and hiking south southeast.

We made good time through the woods, covering three kilometers in the first hour, constantly alert for bears. We began angling towards a large expanse of lake.

"We just have to clear the water to the east," I commented as we walked. "Then we'll head due south along the shoreline."

Abigail nodded, intently scanning a nearby fallen tree as a possible ambush point.

We soon made it to the lake shore. We had a nice piece of relaxed hiking ahead of us. The deep forest had receded more than a hundred meters from the lakefront, depriving our adversaries of ambush cover, and I wasn't worried about the bears springing up out of the unfrozen lake. The bright moon provided ample illumination, and our primary worry became not to twist an ankle on a rock beneath the snow. Treading carefully, we began to relax as we continued our way south.

"So Ilias," Abigail asked. "How was your month?"

"Super busy. I spent half my time at Bandar Arenas." I paused for a moment and then laughed. "And it felt as if I spent the rest of the time in supersonic jets. I was in a dozen different townships, often for only a few hours at a time."

Abigail nodded and laughed back. "I suspected as much! Mudar?"

"Yeah. And it wasn't just negotiations with Royalty. For me, it was also a crash course in inter-Guild diplomacy. I was often the only CL-12 in the room. All the top commanders in the other Guilds wanted to know that the deals had my personal approval. It was driving my superiors crazy!"

Abigail chuckled. "Your ride on the Lion?"

"Yeah. My Guild tried to keep it quiet for a while, but word finally leaked out. There was one other person in history who tried a full ride, back within a hundred years of the Great War. His name was Raghib, and he didn't make the gate at CL-13. I'm the first person to ride this far."

We talked for hours as we hiked, making great progress, four kilometers an hour. We spent most of the time talking about our childhoods, what it was like to grow up. Our experiences were so different! Boys and girls are raised so differently. Both genders are separated from their mothers about a month after birth. By law, infants are then sent to nurseries in different townships. The children are segregated by gender even then, and once they are transferred to monasteries in their third year, their experiences are completely different.




The Preacher Who Practised



Tom's body language was unmistakable. He wanted to ask me something but did not know how to start. Finally he did

"Liz." 

"Yes, Tom."

"How about a make-out session one of these days." It was a stunning announcement. In my 55 years this was the first time someone was inviting me for making out. It was not exactly the time of life when women are suitable for such activity even from a man aged 45 years. But what stunned me more than anything else was that Tom should be the one. He was an American who was visiting our church to conduct bible study in one of the exchange programmes. He was not a reverend but often preached. His bible study we can rightly describe as out of this world. At times it was so sublime that one felt that the Holy Spirit was speaking through him. In short the last person one would expect to invite a student for a make out session. 

I got a doubt. I am not very familiar with the American language. May be by make out session he was referring g to some bible related activity like a prayer vigil or some such thing.

"Tom, first I have to assure myself of what this making out which is an American expression means. My understanding is that it is about two people feeling each other and kissing and so on and on. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes." He was smiling. The trace of embarrassment that was in his demeanour was now gone. 

"'I must ask my husband first'," I said. His jaw seemed to drop and he swallowed twice. I laughed. "It is my turn to stun you," I said and laughed again. He grinned more than smiled. "I'll call you." I said. He bowed and left.

*

"Darling Liz. It appears you want to say something but find it difficult to start."

"Simon sweetie, this habit of yours of reading my innermost thoughts is quite annoying,"

"Because it is true."

"Yes."

"I'm just trying to be helpful,"

"I understand."

"Then out with it. The sooner the better.

"It is something extraordinarily absurd."

"I am itching to know."

"Well it is like this. It is about Tom."

"Tompkins, the preacher."

"He explains the bible. Preaching is only occasional. When he talks the bible comes out alive and vibrant and it glows."

"In as short time as three weeks he has become your super hero."

"I like him very much."

"I suppose he likes you too."

"He does."

"How do you know? 

"Today he asked me something that indicates that he does like me very much indeed."

"I can see your tongue bulging your cheek I am itching to know what happened."

"I don't think I can tell you."

"Come on Liz, out with it. I am getting excited."

"Well here goes. He asked me, I quote, 'Liz how about a make-out session one of these days'. Those were his words."

"What did you say?"

""For a moment it stunned me. I collected my wits together. I wanted to assure myself that he was not referring to some innocent bible related activity. I asked him if by making out he was referring to two people engaging in hugging, kissing and so forth. He said it was so. Then I answered. I quote again: 'I must ask my husband first."

"His turn to be stunned," said my husband and laughed. "This must be the first time in history anyone has responded this way to that question. Did he faint?"

"His lower jaw loosened, but he did not stagger." I laughed too "He smiled shaking his head bewilderingly and bowed and walked away. As he turned the corner he smiled and waved a farewell. As I drove back it perplexed me that a person so well versed in the bible should harbour such thoughts. Don't you think it is odd?"

"Not quite," said Simon. "Biblical scholars are not enjoined to follow the teachings."

"But he is no ordinary scholar Simon. When he speaks one can feel the Holy Spirit in him."

"Man is weak of the flesh," said Simon. "It is God who has created him that way. It will be grossly unfair of God to create the weakness first and punish man if he strays."

"It is like you Simon to come out with an explanation like this."

"Liz, the bible has many instances of man straying. Abraham, the father of us all for reasons of personal safety said his wife was his sister and sent her into the pharaoh's harem where no doubt she would have had to yield to the king. This same Sarah persuades her husband to have sex with her maid. You know Bathsheba and King David and you know what happened to Uriah her husband, and of course the story of Lot's daughters is ever green in the memory of all teenage bible readers. The point is this—all the personages I have mentioned found favour in the eyes of God."

"So?"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong if our Biblical scholar and occasional preacher does a little bit of making out in his spare time."

"I am surprised and hurt that you, instead of bridling up at this extraordinary request from a relatively little known man for the favours of your wife should actually be advocating his cause."

"My dear Liz you should be the one bridling up. When you told him that you will ask your husband in effect you had agreed to his proposal."

"May be I am a sinner, but even then you should have guided me to the right path for after all you are 15 years my senior in age."

"You have inadvertently come to the point. I am 71 and I have ceased to be capable of penetrative sex for a whole year. On the other hand you are a sprightly 55 but looking not a day more than 45. You must be having desires that you are most certainly suppressing. Here's a rare chance fallen from heavens to your lap. A virile youngster in his forties has made the offer. Not a local lad who can become a nuisance but one you might never see again. To spurn it would be stupid. You will regret it and I will regret it. Yes I will regret it for I am no dog in the manger."

"So you want me to sin?"

"If it is not sin for Abraham and Sarah and the rest of them it cannot be sin for you."

"So I can break the rules of Christian living with impunity?"

"Rules Sarah, are made to keep out the fools. Christian clergy from the Pope downwards have and are regularly breaking the particular rule you are referring to. As you see from reports in the papers paedophilia, homosexuality and other misdemeanours are widespread among the clergy. Please take it from me it is the tip of the iceberg. Lesbianism too, though it does not figure in the reports. Don't bother about these rules. The biblical scholar who has made the offer knows more about it than you or I. But your conduct stands out like a beacon. Your wanting to ask your husband is an extraordinary act of honesty that unfortunately I cannot place on record. Your husband has readily agreed. Go ahead. But before that we have to work out the modalities."

"Modalities?"

"Where?" he said. I had not thought of that. "Not his guest house room. That is smack in the middle of the church compound teeming with prying eyes. Hotel rooms? Not a good idea. Your friends of the YWCA and various church groups never stay at home. In their wanderings one just has to see you with him and our name will be mud."

"So?"

"Our home of course."

"Here!"

"While I am in residence."

"When you are here? Simon this is too rich."

"Think of the neighbours and our watchman. There is no choice. He comes for lunch or dinner and stays on. He brings his bible and at least one volume of commentaries. That will be the alibi. He has the meal and then we play by the ear."

"Play by the ear?"

"I suppose that is how it will be unless you have already got the script finalized."

"I have got no script," I said heatedly. "Why that smile."

"I wondered if we should ask him to bring a couple or more of Trojans."

"What are Trojans?"

"Condoms," I sat down plonk on the sofa and stared at my husband with eyes widely open. For the first time the nitty-gritty of making out confronted me and I was feeling uncomfortable in the pit of my stomach. I however collected my wits together and spoke I hope with assurance.

"Why do you call them Trojans?

"It is a popular American brand."

"It may not be available here."

"It is not. Not in my time anyway. He must be having some with him."

"You mean he takes condoms along when he goes on bible study tours."

"No doubt at all. In every one of the places where he spreads the Word he also selects one or two from his class for special coaching."

"You are mean Simon. I don't think he is that type."

"I may be wrong and you may be right. I don't know him and you do. Anyway he is our guest and it is not proper to mention Trojans. He will rightly feel that we are teasing him. I will get the condoms. 'Sultans' is the brand you used to prefer. I don't know if they are still available in Burma bazaar. In case I don't I can get 'Moods' that gets so much commercial exposure on TV nowadays.

Later that evening Simon was at his computer when I took him his evening tea.

"Sorry darling, I behaved like a beast. I do not know what got into me that I should harbour such thoughts."

"What thoughts."

"About making out with another man. It was not like me to do that."

"I do not find anything wrong with it."

"But it is wrong."

"Liz darling even thinking is wrong, and you have been thinking about him quite a lot. You have already sinned. Making out is not going to make it any worse. On the other hand it may help you get out of the infatuation. And from there you can move on. Have you called him?"

"Not yet."

"Call him. I do not know if he will come but if he does we'll serve him lunch and after that proceed as our moods lead us. Nothing is lost in his coming. I can at least get to know someone who according to you has the Holy Spirit in him."

"It's like you to make a nice speech and at the end spoil it by adding a cynical rider."

"Pardon me. Take the Holy Spirit part as unsaid. Call him. Let me know what he says."

As usual Simon was able to talk me out of my misgivings. I called him. He seemed to understand our reasoning. He said he would come the day after. I checked with Simon and said it suited us."

*

I was jittery for the next two days. The morning of the visit I was calmer. Simon of course was his usual self. His colleagues used to say that he will be the same even on the morning of his execution. 

"Liz are your preparations over?'

"Lunch is ready. I know what he likes and I have prepared them."

"What is the dessert?"

"Ice cream and hot gulab jamun."

"Good. Your personal preparations?"

"Personal preparations?"

"Dress for example. I will be in my lungi with nothing underneath."

"Skirt and blouse."

"Shirt is OK but not blouse."

"Then what."

"Thin T-shirt and of course no bra and knickers."

What do you mean no bra and knickers?"

"Makes sense, Liz. You don't make out in full armour. And what about that?"

"What that?"

"Shave for example."

"Leave those to me my darling husband." I was snappy. 

"No need to get angry my precious. I asked in the hope that you will ask me the same question."

"OK, what's your preparation?"

"Viagra."

I did not whether to laugh or cry.

"The more I know you the more you confuse me my husband," I said.

"If it works I may use it more often."

I left the room. When he is such a mood my husband can be quite annoying. Later that night Simon told me not to act surprised when he did something that he would not normally do in the presence of strangers.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well I may do things that may impinge on your modesty."

"Expose me?"

'Making out has to involve that and who better to do that than the husband."

I did not comment. What is there to comment? Once in the make out mode one has to reset modesty markers. One thing was certain Simon was thoroughly in it. 

*

Tom came promptly. I was anxious when I introduced him to my husband. Simon takes a liking to some, is neutral with some, and dislikes some. If there is a formula behind these likes and dislikes it has so far eluded me. I was glad to note that he took a liking to Tom.

Tom knew that we do not serve hard drinks and though he likes beer he had to manage with fresh lime. I left them to their devices and got busy getting lunch ready. I had asked Simon to steer clear of the bible. His views especially the Old Testament can annoy believers. They seem to be having a good time talking of various topics. Soon I announced lunch. The meal went off splendidly. 

We have air conditioning only in the bedroom. The plan was to withdraw to the bedroom after lunch. I was to serve dessert in the bedroom. We withdrew to the bedroom. Simon arranged the conditioner to low. I did not ask for I knew what his answer would be.

Tom wore shorts and loose T shirt. 

"Tom," said my husband, "I suggest that you change to lungi just like me. You know how to wear lungi." Tom it appeared wore only that in his room. 

"My constant worry is that it will come off," said Tom.

"Considering the purpose of your visit that should not be a problem today," said my husband. As one can expect a pregnant silence followed this statement. My husband is famous of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, but at least on this occasion the timing was not widely off. 

"Liz you can't be in a cumbersome sari when we men are dressed for comfort. I suggest that you change too." I slipped out of the room. I removed my sari and skirt. I re-examined my vulva. I ran my hand over it. I had done a smooth job. I pulled up the red and black shirt I had chosen for the occasion. It was thin cotton but not transparent. I removed my blouse and bra. The T-shirt I had chosen, of matching colour of course, was loose; it came up to my hips. In other words if I remove the shirt my vulva will be exposed. I wondered if I was a born slut to think of these details. 

The men were laughing apparently at some joke. Must be my husband's. Tom as befits a biblical scholar though capable of proper biblical humour was not one for boisterous humour. But one can never say especially in one as two-faced as Tom has proved to be. When I came in my husband gave a wolf whistle. I tapped him on the head and he responded with a tap on my buttocks with the full palm of his hand. Tom was in a colourful lungi that I once presented to Simon that he rarely wears. Too splashy he says. I asked them if they were ready for the dessert. They were. Soon the only sound heard was the occasional clash of spoons on porcelain. Tom like my husband had a sweet tooth. They had second helpings. Tom was much appreciative of ice cream served with hot jamuns. This was his first encounter with steaming hot and ice cold dessert.

I took away the cups. The men offered to help but I requested them not to mess with my kitchen. I of course had given the afternoon off to my maid. She was to come early next morning to do the dishes. As I returned to the room I wondered not only when the game will start but what game it would be. Who must get the ball rolling for whatever the game it is going to be a ball game. I smiled. Even in that tense moment I could see the funny side of our adventure. Certainly I cannot make the first move Not Tom either though anyone capable of visiting a married couple with the stated purpose of making out with the wife must be one capable of almost anything. No, Simon it must be and Simon it was. 

Simon had cleared his table of his laptop and clutter that goes with it. He sat with the glitter in his eyes that I did not like. I know from experience that some bizarre action was in the offing. I stood by his side talking to Tom. Simon pushed his wheeled office chair close to me and wrapped an arm round my hips. I thereupon lovingly tousled his hair. Except for a bald patch at the back he has a generous curly mop. He then rested his head on my waist and I cradled his cheek. It was a tender husband-wife moment and set the pace for what was to follow.

He pulled me down and made me sit somewhat precariously on the hand rest of the chair. He had one hand round my waist. He inserted the other hand under my T-shirt and fondled me. 

"Tom," said my husband, "please use my camera on the bed and take photographs and clips. You have license to come even between us to get the proper shots." Tom took up the task with apparent enthusiasm.

"The T-shirt is obstructing," said Tom. I removed the offending item in one swift movement. I was now bare-chested before the men. I felt no shame. On the other it made me tingle all over. My husband was now sucking and I was helpfully holding up the breast as if he was my baby. Tom was taking close up picture of the event. 

"The skirt is obstructing," said Tom. Even as one hand of my husband was fondling the other was pulling the cord of my skirt. Soon it was loose. I stood and let it drop. I was now naked before Tom. This was the first occasion I have been so before anyone other than my husband. I asked Tom to take picture of me in the nude in various angles. He was obviously an expert with the camera. He took this way and that even lay on his back on the floor and took a picture of my spread vulva from below. It was a thrilling experience. Unknown to me I must be an exhibitionist. 

I pulled off Simon's lungi and exclaimed 'Wow' for his penis was in its Viagra induced magnificence. I gripped it and bending down I kissed the rose as Tom's flashed. I stood with back against the table edge. Simon pulled a small stool and sat on it. He first kissed my vulva and then he licked. I had to spread and that was not possible standing. Tom understood the need and he held my thigh and moved it laterally till in his expert judgement he had spread the vulva to the optimum extent. He had the camera in his other hand in an angle that was perfect. The clip showed in sharp detail Simon's tongue flicking over my clitoris. My husband did expertly till I climaxed. I placed a pillow on the table edge and sat up and spread my thighs wide as if I was a seasoned porn artist giving the photographer the best view. Tom's zoom view showed the penis moving in slowly splitting the vulval lips and entering the vagina. We have had many unions on that table hence we knew the routine. We embraced and the most unusual setting pumped us to such an extent that soon our pelvises were moving to a rapid beat and then the massive climax. My ever thoughtful husband gave me two more.

We lay on the sofa exhausted. We got up and washed. I came out still naked. Tom sat on a chair. I stood before him and smiled. I took the camera from his hand placed it on the cot. I did not want what was to happen next in the disc. I bent down and resting my hands on the chair's arm rest I reached for his lips. We kissed. I looked down. By breasts were hanging like ripe mangoes. I took one hand of Tom and placed it on one breast and did the same with the other. He softly and gently kneaded by breasts and plucked the nipples. Then I removed one hand of Tom and brought it to my vulva. He rubbed and tickled my clitoris. Coming closer I spread my thighs and thrust my vulva forwards inviting a kiss. He kissed my cleft and then with his tongue flicked the clitoris. I then withdrew. I went into my bathroom and took a hurried bath. I put on my blouse and draped a sari and case out. Thereby I signalled that the making out session was over, 

I served tea. Tom took leave and our parting kiss was a pelvis grinding one that lasted a while. He opened the door just enough to slip out. I turned and hugged my husband.

"I am ready are you," I said.

"I am at your service," he said with mock formality. This time it was on the bed.

We were tired. We slept for an hour. 

Simon downloaded the images in the camera to his laptop. Tom's camera work was amazing. It was a continuous recording some as photos, some as short clips and some as long clips. Every detail was perfect with regard to angle, lighting and zoom. We sat and watched. It was erotic in the extreme. I wondered why porn films are not like this but just strenuous work outs more proper to gyms.




The Preacher Who Practised



At the post-dinner hour we reviewed the events of the day. 

"I thought you will have sex with him," said husband.

"Well this is what happened. When Tom changed clothes he emptied the contents of his shirt pocket on to the bed. I saw two Trojan packs in the collection. The pieces then fell into place. Just as you said Tom charms his students and takes in some for what you call special coaching. I know that two of the class have gone with him to Mahabalipurum on separate occasions. He has told them that he was greatly interested in the sculptures. After that he takes them to the hotel Fisherman's Cove and then back home. If you had not come out with your great idea of calling him for lunch I would have been the third. I cannot be one of three.

"I was mad about him Simon. I masturbated several times a day with his image in my mind. When he spoke of this make-out session I thanked God, yes hubby darling I fervently thanked God for answering my prayer. But I had to ask you. I expected you to help me get rid of this infatuation. The last thing I expected was your ardent support. But when I saw those Trojan packets I knew the true nature of the man. All my feelings for him evaporated. I let him have a little bit of me for after all he had come on the promise of some action. But what about you? What made to enter the adventure with so much eagerness?"

"Do you know the word troilism Liz?"

"No."

"It is a condition," said Simon, "where a man has the desire of watching other men have sex with his wife. Contrary to expectation it is not rare. In the less developed form it is common. That's right; it's common."

"You will have to explain. It is unbelievable."

"Men want attractive women so that other men will admire them and that gives them pleasure. This the mildest level of troilism. Next is to have the wife in low neck blouse, or shorts and so on. Publishing nude wives photographs in voyeur sites is another. These men will be avidly reading comments where other men will be expressing desire to have sex with the wife. Swinging, that is wife swapping, is another rich field for troilists. The general impression is that men who are into swinging want sex with other women. They do of course but the desire to see other men having sex with their wives is the more dominant feeling. Do you want to know what is the troilist's high heaven?"

"What that?"

"To enter his wife immediately after another man had had sex with her. They say that their penis entering the wife's vagina filled with the warm semen of the other man is the greatest of pleasures."

"So?"

"Most men never get a chance to realise their latent desires. If this man Tom had not come along my desires would have remained buried and so would your liking for exhibitionism."

"Exhibitionism?

"Yes you were spreading with absolute pleasure." I laughed. It was true.

"I like that picture of me in the nude. I would like a print of it."

"Do you want me to publish them in a voyeur site?"

"No way," I said and laughed again.

'When you meet Tom in your next class thank him for everything especially the photos."

But I never met Tom again. Two days later he called me with the news that he was leaving the same day to be at his seriously ill mother's side. A few weeks later the news trickled down from the bishop's office that the bishop got information of Tom's womanising habits from other places he had been conducting classes and had asked him to leave.

"As for me," said my husband, "I am thankful to him for that wonderful day, those photos and clips that I view many times a day and for a second wind in our sex life."



The Preacher Wife Confession



Well, my story started when I visited my sister for two weeks. While my  husband Hank was a way on church business. My sister Kathy is 34 yrs old and  been married for eight yrs to Tommy. I, m 37 and been married to Hank for ten  yrs. I thought my marriage was great we love each other very much. With two  little girls nine and seven yrs old. That was until that two week with my  sister. It all started the second night there I was woken about 3:00 in the  morning from Kathy and Tommy making love. Kathy was moaning with so much joy  from Tommy making love to her that I start to feel myself get a little wet  between my legs. Knowing they were in the next room making love made me think  about my husband Hank until I fell to sleep.  The next morning I had notice  that Tommy was acting very sweet and kind to Kathy he made lunch for us he  was so sweet. Later that day Kathy and I when shopping at the mall. That's  when I ask Kathy why Tommy acting so sweet he seem to be In a great mood. She  told me that it, s his birthday this weekend and she knows what he want What Kathy told me just shocked me because I know my Hank will never approve  of that kind of love making. 

I told Kathy that Hank will never ask me for  anal sex that a sin for a preacher wife to even think about. Kathy said Tommy  and I just love it and Tommy just get so turn on by it. I had to know how you  get him to want that I hope you don't just ask him for that. Kathy said hell  no that's my secret. When I want Tommy to butt fuck me I'll let him see my  ass from time to time around the house then if that don't work I'll put some  baby oil between my cheeks and let him get the scent of the baby oil between  my cheeks and that drive Tommy crazy it makes him so horny. Well, after Kathy  told me all that I was a little excited myself. Well, that Friday night I got  to watch my sister in action. After dinner me and Tommy went in the living  room for a glass of wine and Kathy went up stairs. When Kathy return she had  on a white robe and set on the couch and ask Tommy for a glass of wine. I  could smell the sweet scent of baby oil coming form Kathy ass. When Tommy got  the scent I notice he got a hard on as he finish drinking his wine. I could  feel the heat coming from Tommy. Tommy ask Kathy if he could see her up  stairs. 

Kathy winked at me as she went up the steps. So about an hour later I  headed up the steps to my room and as I walked by Kathy bed room I notice the  door was cracked open. I heard Kathy moaning so I took a little peek in her  room. What I saw made me get so horny watching Tommy face so far up Kathy ass  he was licking her good. I got so wet, then Tommy apply some baby oil on his  rock hard cock and slowly eased his cock in Kathy ass hole. Tommy stroke her  ass nice and slow IN and OUT IN and OUT then Kathy squeezed her ass cheeks  down on Tommy cock as he let out a load of cum in Kathy ass. I had to leave  it was to much for me. I wanted a cock in my ass and knew Hank wouldn't  approve it. So the next morning I was telling Kathy how turn on I was. That  when she told me to try it on Hank. Hank was coming to pick me up on Monday.  So Kathy helped me get ready for Hank. I put some baby oil between my cheeks  and it felt great walking around with baby oil between my cheeks waiting for  Hank. It started to get late and Hank called and said his flight was running  late and he won't be there until morning. Kathy went to bed and Tommy was  still at work and I fell to sleep on the couch. About 1:00 am I heard Tommy  coming in he said I hope I didn't wake you. I said it's okay I fell to sleep  and Kathy up stairs that when I notice my sun dress was up and exposing my  ass. Tommy said you smell great and I notice he had a hard on. I said oh  Tommy thank you and look at me with my ass exposed to you sorry as I pulled  my dress down. 

Tommy said your ass look and smell good to him. I said oh  really I hope Hank think so. It made me feel good that Tommy was turn on by  my ass. Tommy said Hank never I said never as I walked up the steps to my  room. So I put my night gown on and got in bed when the door to my room open.  As I turn my head to see who was at my bed room door it was Tommy with his  hard cock in his hand. We just looked at each other as I pulled back the  sheet and raised my gown and spread my ass cheeks apart. Tommy started  Licking my ass hole so good and slow. I said Tommy no but I still had my  hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. He put the head of he cock at my ass hole  and told me to put it in if I want it. So I pushed my ass back on his cock  and the head just eased it way in my ass hole. Tommy started stroking IN and  OUT IN and OUT my ass it felt so dam good I started to cum. Tommy whispered  in my ear for me to squeeze my ass cheeks together and I did as he shoot a  load of cum in my ass. He kissed me and pulled his cock from my ass and left  the room. His cum running out and down the side of my ass. I just knew Hank  would not approve of this. So the next morning Hank was there to pick me up  and Kathy whisper in my ear that she put the baby oil in my bag and good luck  with Hank.



The Preacher



“I can’t get this clasp open.” He grunted as he twisted and turned it. 

“Let me.” Ann laughed as she reached up and quickly released it. She held the ends and pulled outward to expose her naked milky mounds to his baby blue eyes. 

“They are so beautiful.” He said as his fingers moved up to explore their soft terrain. Her nipples were rock hard when his fingers lightly squeezed them. 

“We are just touching right?” Ann said as she watched his fingers dance over her lovely dance floor. 

Jim just shook his head yes and he marveled on her beauty. He jumped when he felt her fingers move to his thigh and upward to his crotch. Her fingers pushed around until she found the long shape of his hard-on. “Ann.” He moaned as her small hand squeezed his rod like she was milking a cow. 

“Why Brother Jim what have you been hiding from me?” She asked as her fingers traced up and down his huge dick. “You are so much bigger than Tom.” 

“I am?” Brother Jim asked as she milked his tool. He knew he was ready to explode and tried to think of something less exciting. 

Celeste moved back to prevent them from seeing her. She was in shock to see her puritan mother massaging his huge bulge and his fingers playing with her long rigid nipples. She had previously thought of Brother Jim as a fantasy that would never happen but, now he was a real wet dream. “Take it out. Take it out.” She said silently to her mom. 

Ann realized she had become the aggressor. He was satisfied just touching her bare breasts but she wanted more. She moved her finger tips up his slacks until she pulled on his belt buckle. It opened and she unsnapped the clasp. He sucked in his stomach as she pulled down his zipper. The zipper made a loud sound in the deadly quiet Church office wing. Her fingers moved into the opening on his boxers and curled around his pulsating prick. She pulled it out though the small opening and held it upward in her small fingers. 

“Oh my God.” Celeste whispered to herself when she saw the size of his penis. She had only seen her ex-boyfriend’s prick before and Brother Jim’s made his look like a little boy’s. Celeste couldn’t help it as she slipped her fingers down the front of her jeans, under her tiny panties and into her flaming bush. Her hard clit was standing waiting for her fingers. 

Ann could feel his prick ready to blow. She knew they only had a few more minutes. She brushed the hair from her face and quickly lowered her face until her lips touched the red tip of his rocket. As soon as her mouth moved over the crown the rocket exploded. His holy juices blew into her warm mouth. 

“OH, OH, OH.” He cried as she moved her mouth up and down to suck him dry. 

You go mom. Celeste thought as she watched her mom’s mouth move up and down his exploding fountain. Her fingers had moved her body to her own climax. She cried out as she came. “Ahhh!”

“What was that?” Brother Jim asked looking behind him. Ann moved her mouth off his spent tool and looked up at him. 

“What? I didn’t hear anything.” She said. Her fingers were still milking him. She licked the top clean again.

“I thought I heard something.” He said. “We better stop.” 

Sure. You got yours. Ann thought as she sat back up next to him. 

Celeste realized she had screamed and knew they had heard her. She pulled her dripping fingers from her panties and ran back to her car. She quickly started it and flew out of the parking lot. 

“We better cool it for a while.” Brother Jim said as he led Ann out to the exit door. “We have to be careful.” 

“I agree.” Ann said as she turned to kiss him. He turned his face to the side and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see you at the choir practice tonight.” 

Ann felt like a used rag as she walked slowly to the car. As soon as he came he suddenly became Brother Jim again. Ann sat in her car for a while thinking about what she had just done. As exciting as it was she felt so guilty. But, her mood went from guilt to passion. He had dug up some fires that had been smoldering deep inside her. 

“So did you get the new book?” Tom asked her as she entered the den where he was sitting watching ESPN. 

“Yes.” She said as she turned without looking at his face. As she was moving up the stairs she heard his question. “Did Celeste bring you the song book you left here by the sofa?” Ann stopped and realized it was Celeste that Brother Jim had heard by the window. Shit. 

“No. She did not come by. Is she here right now?” Ann did not remember seeing her car outside. 

“No. She must have been sidetracked by something.” He said. “You know how easy she can be sidetracked.”

“Uh huh.” Ann said as she moved up to her bedroom. She was worried that Celeste was taking it hard seeing her like that. Ann moved into the bath and took a quick shower. She didn’t want any evidence on her body.

Brother Jim sat at his desk for a while thinking about how easy it had been getting a blowjob from Ann. He could tell the first time he had met her that she needed and wanted him. If his own wife Jean was not so frigid and cold in the bedroom he wouldn’t be forced to seduce these older women. He knew she could not say anything because she was happily married. He tried to remember how many it had been so far. At the last count he thought the seduction number was 12 but, he was not sure. As long as he continued to choose the married women who would keep their mouth shut he would be able to do as he pleased. Jim folded up his song book and stood to get his sweater. 

“Hello Brother Jim.” Celeste said standing in the office doorway.

“Celeste.” He said surprised to see her standing there. 

“I was looking for my mother.” Celeste said as she walked into his office.

“She was here earlier but has been gone for a while.” He said. His eyes automatically moved up and down her young shapely body. 

“That’s OK. I wanted to talk to you alone anyway.” She said as she sat down on the small bench where her mother went down on him less than an hour before. 

“Well, I have to get home right now. Can we make it some other time?” He asked unsure what she wanted. Did she know about her mother and him? He suddenly remembered the sound he had heard. 

“We shouldn’t be alone in here.” He said trying to end the conversation. Having sex with older married women was safe. But, with 18 year-old girls he would be taking a big risk. 

“But, you were here alone with my mother before.” She said with a big smile. 

“There were others in here with us.” He lied to see her reaction.

“Brother Jim. Lying is a sin.” She laughed. 

“I think you better leave.” He said standing up in front of her.

“Let’s see. What are the other sins?” She said with her finger on her lips thinking.

“Where is this going?” He asked.

“There’s coveting your neighbor’s wife.” She said softly. “A blowjob does count as coveting right?” 

“Celeste. You must keep this quiet. It will only hurt your mother.” He said realizing she had seen everything. 

“Oh. I intend to keep it quiet. If…..” She said grinning.

“What?” He asked impatient with the game this young girl was playing. 

“You show it to me.” She said looking at his pants.

“You have to be joking.” He said with a nervous laugh. 

“I’m not.” Her face became serious.

“And, if I do. Is that it?” He asked. He was between a rock and a hard place. 

“Maybe.” She said.

“That’s not good enough.” He said. “This conversation is over.” He walked to the door. 

“Take it out.” She said not moving. She held all the cards and he knew it. 

Jim turned like he was leaving and walked a few steps down the hall. He stopped to see if she would follow him. She didn’t. He had to trust her. He turned and walked back into the room. She was sitting on the bench grinning. 

“All I’m going to do it take it out.” He said as he reached down and unzipped his pants. Although he was in fear he was also excited. She saw the level of his excitement as he pulled it from his pants. He held it out proudly for her to see. 

“Move closer.” She commanded. 

Jim didn’t object as he walked closer to her. He stopped only inches in front of her knees. 

“Play with it.” She ordered. 

“I said I would take it out. That’s it.” He said with a tough voice. His dick was as hard as he could ever remember. 

She didn’t say anything but sat there waiting for him to move. She smiled when she saw his fist move slowly up to the tip and back down. He closed his eyes as he jerked off in front of this young woman. 

They both jumped when the phone rang. Brother Jim reached over with his free hand and picked up the phone. “Hello. Sorry. Something came up.” He smiled when he realized what he had said. “I’ll be home soon. I have things in hand right now.” Celeste giggled. He quickly covered the phone mike. “Shhh.” He said making a face. 

“OK. I promise. Yeah. I love you too.” He said as he hung up. He released his shaft and it pointed out at her. 

“My hand is tired.” He said with a smile. 

Celeste giggled as she reached out and lightly touched the side of his long hard tool. It jumped slightly at her touch. She jerked her hand back and laughed. 

“We don’t have much time. I really have to get home so do whatever you want to do but do it quickly.” He said. 

“I’ve never….you know…sucked…” She said looking at the tip of his shaft only inches from her face. He moved his body forward until the tip pushed against her virgin lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The velvet tip slowly moved into her tight lips and her cheeks bulged as he filled her warm mouth. 

“Lick it.” He directed. “Ahh.” He moaned as he felt her silky tongue taste the bottom of his crown. He moved his prick in until he hit the back of her mouth and slowly moved it out until it popped from her mouth. Her eyes opened and directed her mouth back to his red tip. She looked up at him as she moved her mouth on her own. 

“That’s it.” He said as his finger moved behind her head to hold her close. His rod moved in and out for at least a minute. 

“I’m coming.” He warned as he felt his boiler about to blow. He expected her to remove her lips but she held on tight as he emptied his load. Celeste felt his hot juices move into her throat. She swallowed quickly and took another load. 

“God. Are you sure you’ve never did this before?” He said as she sucked him dry.

“Nope. Never.” She smiled as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. 

“That was great. We have to get out of here.” He said. 

“I don’t think so.” Celeste said as she stood up in front of him. She quickly unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her tan thighs. She kicked them to the side and stood there in her tiny bikini panties. As she pushed her panties over her tight ass she looked up at him. “I think you owe me.” 

“Can we do it some other time?” He said as he watched her light blonde bush move out from under her undies. 

“Dinner is ready now.” She laughed as she moved back down to the bench. She opened her thighs and showed him her dripping pink slit. She wiggled her finger for him to come to the dinner table. He dropped to his knees and moved his head between her thighs. 

Jean had known about her husband’s infidelity for almost a year. She tried to pretend it was not happening but he had left too many clues. She had a hard time facing the women in her parish because she suspected he had sex with most of them. She could tell from his voice there was another woman with him tonight in his office. She decided she could not take any more as she grabbed her coat and walked towards the Church. Their home was less than a block from the church. 

Jean noticed the older car in the lot and did not recognize it. She moved into the small door and tip toed down the dark hallway. As she approached the door to his office she heard a woman moan. 

“OH GOD. I DIDN”T KNOW IT WOULD FEEL SO GOOD!” Celeste cried as his lips circled her hard clit. Her hands pulled his head closer and closer. He moved his tongue down and it slid into her open pussy. He found out she was not a virgin. 

Jean couldn’t place the woman’s voice so she had to take the chance and peek around the corner of the doorway. She gasped when she saw the young Shatner girl half naked lying on her back on the small bench. Her husband’s head was between her opened legs. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched her husband do something to this young girl that he had never done to her. She wanted to try different sex positions and oral sex but he said she was his wife and shouldn’t do things like that. Jean held back her crying as she walked backward from the doorway. As she exited the door to the outside she heard the girl scream, “I’m Coming! Don’t Stop!!” 

Brother Jim sat for a few minutes in his office after the girl left. He had never had sex with two women in the same day before. And, they were mother and daughter. He sang one of his favorite hymns as he turned off the light and shuffle down the hallway to go home to his beautiful wife. 

Celeste was smiling as she entered the house. “Where were you?” Ann asked looking upset. 

“At the church.” She answered in defiance. 

“We’ll talk about it later.” Ann said realizing she didn’t want to get into this discussion with Tom and Tommy around. 

A couple of days went by with no contact with the preacher or the church. Ann and Celeste both avoided any conversation about what had happened at the Church. Ann wondered what Celeste had done after she had seen her with the preacher. She doubted that Celeste could have gone back to see him but she was not sure. Celeste was acting strange. 

As always Jean composed herself and pretended nothing happened when Jim came home. He kissed her on the cheek and took the latest book he was reading and went into the library to read. The more she thought about it the madder she got. It was easier to pretend it wasn’t happening when she only had suspicions but, now she had seen it with her own eyes. The only thing she could think of was “an eye for an eye.”

Jean found her chance for payback when she received a call from Tommy Shatner the next day. 

“Mrs. Northrup. This is Tommy Shatner. I noticed you had a job listed for someone to mow your lawn. Have you found anyone yet?”

Jean smiled. “Why no Tommy. I think you will work out just fine. Can you stop by around 9:00AM on Saturday morning?” Jean knew Jim would be busy with his normal Saturday business meeting all morning. 

“Sure.” I’ll be there.” He said as he hung up. 

Tommy hated everything so far with the move. He had to leave his friends behind and had made some headway on his girlfriend who was ready to go all the way. As soon as she heard he was leaving his progress stopped. Being an 18-year old virgin was eating at him. All of his friends said they had gone all the way. He had made a few friends at the new school but the kids were so laid back. Not like in the big city. 

Friday afternoon Jean Northrup went shopping at a mall an hour outside of town. She did not want to be recognized as she selected some sexy underwear and clothing. It would not be good to buy sheer thongs and semi-bras in Plainsfield. As she stood in front of the full length mirror in the dressing room wearing the new thongs she didn’t recognize the woman in the reflection. Her pure white body had no tan lines which made her small pink nipples stand out even more. She moved her fingers down her milky stomach to the top of the thongs. They didn’t cover her full mound of blonde pubic hair and it pushed out the flimsy material. She turned and looked at the back and gasped. The thin strap of the thong disappeared down into the crack of her small ass crack. She giggled as she snapped the semi-bra over her tiny mounds. The bra did not cover her nipples which looked like small cherries on top of smooth vanilla ice cream cones. 

Tommy was in the best spirits he had been since moving to the new town. At least he could make some money and maybe be able to afford a trip back to visit his friends. 

“Now be nice to Mrs. Northrup.” Ann said as she watched him hurry to finish his cup of coffee. He was getting so mature the past few months she thought as he dashed out of the house. 

Jean kissed her husband as he left for the business meeting. She hurried upstairs and stripped off her conservative long dress. She reached into the back of her closet and pulled out the clothing bag. She giggled as she held up the tiny thongs and bra. 

Tommy was about 10 minutes early but, rang the doorbell anyway. He really liked Mrs. Northrup. She kind of reminded him of his ex-girlfriend but of course she was much older. His last girlfriend had blonde hair as well but she had dyed it. He remembered the first time he had seen her dark pubic hair which shocked him because he thought she she was a natural blonde. No one answered the doorbell so he rang it again. Finally he heard someone releasing the lock. 

“Hello Tommy.” Jean said as she held the door open for him to come in. She hid behind the door in case someone could see her standing in the doorway. 

“Hi Mrs. Northrup.” Tommy said wondering if she wanted him to come into the house or not. 

“Well, come in. I would like to get to know you some if you don’t mind.” 

“OK.” Tommy said as he moved through the open door. He stopped suddenly when he noticed her clothing. God. She looked hot. Not like a preacher’s wife. His eyes took in her sheer blouse which showed her breasts under them. She was wearing a bra but it too was sheer. He tried not to stare at her small dark nipples. His eyes moved down her flat stomach to the small denim skirt. It stopped just under where the Vee of her panties would be. 

“Wow. You look good.” He said. 

Jean was embarrassed as she watched this young man check out her body. No one had ever looked at her the way he was looking now. She could feel the moisture building in her new panties. 

“Why thank you Tommy.” She grinned and shut the door. “I normally don’t wear clothes like this in public because I am the preacher’s wife you know.”

“Probably not a good idea.” He laughed. 

“Please sit on the sofa and I’ll get you a drink. All we have is ice tea. Is that OK?” 

Tommy shook his head yes as he watched her turn and walk into the kitchen. The skirt barely covered her cute little ass. He reached down and adjusted his pants to accommodate the sudden growth of his passion. 

Jean’s heart was beating as she took the drink back to him and sat in the chair across from him. She pulled her skirt down as low as she could but knew he could still see up between her thighs. 

“So, how do you like our little town so far?” She asked noticing his eyes glued to her legs. 

“I guess I’m getting used to it. I miss my friends.” He answered. He could see all the way to her pussy but it looked like she was not wearing any panties. His prick was throbbing in his pants. 

“Did you have a girlfriend?” She asked wondering how much experience he had with females. 

“Yes. But, we broke up when I moved.” Sweat was forming on his forehead. 

“So, you are an experienced man huh?” She asked with a laugh. 

Tommy didn’t answer. He realized her clothing and her questions were meant to turn him on. He had never dreamed a grown woman would come on to him. He wondered if she was just a tease or if she wanted to go further. He knew he had to take a gamble.

“I’m pretty experienced but could use some more lessons.” He laughed. He noticed her legs opened slightly and he could now see she was wearing panties but they were very sheer. 

Jean took a deep breath as she reached over to the table next to her to pick up her drink. She knew the motion allowed her to open her legs almost a foot. The front of her panties would now be completely visible to him. 

Tommy almost dropped his drink as his eyes focused on the site in front of him. He could now see her blonde bush through the transparent panties. God. He hoped she was not just teasing him. 




The Preacher



Jean took her drink and sat back up straight in front of him. She could see his shorts bulging and it looked like he was pretty big. She didn’t expect him to be as long as her husband but she didn’t care. 

“I guess I could give you some lessons but you have to keep it a secret between you and me.” She said as she stood up and moved over to sit beside him on the sofa. “I’m not as experienced as you might think.”

Tommy gulped his drink as he realized she was not just going to tease him. “What about your husband?”

“He’ll be in a meeting all morning and I know he has been cheating on me.” She said as she sat her drink on the table in front of them. She turned and took the drink out of his hands. It was show and tell time. 

“You can kiss me if you want.” She whispered. 

Tommy watched as she turned her face towards his and closed her eyes. He nervously moved his lips to hers. Her lips were like velvet and he pushed harder against them. Her mouth opened and her hot tongue moved out into his mouth. He stopped thinking about everything as his body took over his actions. His hands moved around her petite back and pulled her closer to him. Their tongues explored each others mouth. 

Jean moved her hand from his back down to the top of his shorts. She sucked on his tongue while her hand continued down to his muscular hairy leg just under the bottom of his shorts. She curled her hand and slid it under the edge. She felt his body jerk as her hand moved up under the edge of his boxers. “Mrs. Northrup.” Tommy said while breaking his mouth from hers. Her fingers moved up until she cupped his balls. 

“I think you can call me Jean now.” She laughed as she gently rolled his taunt balls in her small hand. She tried to move her hand up to touch his penis but the tight shorts prevented her. She pulled her hand out of the bottom of his shorts and reached up to release the clasp. She found his zipper and pulled down. “Mrs. Northrup….Jean!” He cried out as her fingers moved into his boxers and found his hot piston rod. 

“My, my. You are not a boy are you?” She said as she tightly held his hard-on in her small fist. “I think it would be better if we went upstairs to the bedroom. Don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He answered. 

“Follow me.” She said as she stood up still holding on to his tool. Tommy didn’t have much choice because she pulled him up the stairs. As they entered the bedroom Tommy was about to spurt. “Mrs…..Jean.” He said as he shot his warm white liquid outward. It sprayed on her hand, her leg and the carpet. 

“I’m sorry. I should have known how excited you would be. Don’t worry we will clean this up later.” She laughed. She walked forward and sat on the bed. Her hands pulled his shorts and boxers down his body until his penis pointed at her face. She took the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled it up over his head. His young virgin body stood naked in front of her. She could see him getting hard again. 

“Why don’t you lie on the bed and watch me undress.” Ann said. Tommy moved as she said and watched as she unbuttoned her sheer blouse. She pulled it off and released the clasp of her bra. She smiled as she opened the bra showing him her firm but small breasts. 

His eyes were opened wide as she released and unzipped her skirt. It fell at her feet and she stood showing him her sheer thongs which did little to hide her golden forest. She turned to show him the back. She heard him gasp. She knew she was in control while she pushed the flimsy panties out of her ass crack and down her pure white legs. 

Tommy had never seen a totally naked woman before. He had seen his ex-girlfriends body but not completely naked. His prick was fully hard again and he tried to cover his excitement with his hands. 

“Don’t hide it from me.” Jean said as she moved onto the bed straddling his thighs. 

She pulled his hands away and guided them up to cup her breasts. “They are not very big.” 

”They are beautiful.” Tommy whispered as his fingers explored their softness. Her small nipples pushed into his palms. 

“Not too hard.” Jean directed. She slid forward until her blonde slit rested on top of his hard-on. She wanted to do so many things that her husband would not allow her to do but she also wanted Tommy to learn about her body. 

“Touch me all over.” She said. His fingers moved down her stomach, over her navel and to the top of her pubic mound. She lifted slightly to allow his fingers to slip into her dripping pussy. 

“Touch me here.” She directed his hand with hers to her hard clit. Tommy did as she said. 

“That feels so good.” She moaned. “Touch me lower.”

His fingers moved under her clit and into her damp cave. She lifted her body higher to permit his whole finger to move up into her open pussy. His finger explored her dripping hole for almost a minute. She pulled his hand until his finger was back on her clit. “Here.” 

He flipped her hard button back and forth until she cried out. “OH YES!” 

Tommy was happy with his lesson but he wanted to fuck her. He didn’t want to be a virgin for one more second. His prick was pointing up at her open hole as he lifted his hips until the tip pushed inside. 

“Oh, you are a fast learner. Aren’t you?” She giggled. She slowly lowered her body until his prick was completely inside of her. 

Tommy was in pussy heaven. He finally found out how wonderful it was. As much as he tried to hold back he couldn’t. His hands gripped her small ass and he sat upward as he climaxed inside of her. “Ahhh!” He groaned. 

“Fuck me.” She whispered the word out loud for the first time. Tommy’s hips moved in fast motion up and down inside her overflowing hole. Jean felt her own climax let go. “FUCK ME!” She screamed. The 18-year old had enough energy to continue to pump into her. Her white body turned passion red as her body blew up. She almost blacked out as she fell forward on top of him. 

They both lay there breathing heavy for almost five minutes. His fingers continued to explore her naked body lying on his. He spent a lot of time caressing her bare ass. 

“Is it always like this?” He asked.

“Lord no.” She laughed. “Not even close.” 

“Do you have anything left?” She asked as she moved her face over his. 

“I think so.” He answered. 

“There is something I have to do.” She said as her lips lightly kissed his chin, his neck, his chest and his stomach. “Lie back and enjoy.” She said just before her tiny mouth opened and engulfed the crown of his prick which was getting harder in her mouth. 

Tommy’s hands gripped the bed covers as the preacher’s wife gave him his first blowjob. Her fingers cupped his balls as she learned as she went. Tommy lasted longer this time while she experimented with her lips and tongue. As he exploded into the back of her throat she had it down perfect. 

Jean closed her eyes for a few minutes and dropped off to sleep. How long she was out she didn’t know when she slowly opened her eyes. Was she dreaming as she thought about the uninhibited sex she experienced with a young man? She looked down her naked body and could still see the love marks on her stomach and breasts. 

“Oh. You’re awake.” A voice came from behind her. She quickly pulled the sheet over her nude body and looked around. Tommy was standing in his boxers in the doorway with a glass of milk and a cookie. “I hope you don’t mind I was hungry.” 

Jean glanced over at the clock on the night stand. Shit. It was 12 noon. Jim’s meeting was over around 11:45AM. “Quick. Get dressed. Jim will be home any minute.” She cried as she jumped out of bed and grabbed her sexy clothing. She had to hide them. She picked up the mattress and threw the clothing under it. She couldn’t find her sheer panties but didn’t have time to keep looking for them. She glanced around to see Tommy pulling his shorts over his still hard penis. She wished she had some more time to do more experimenting. 

They rushed to get dressed and Tommy ran ahead of her down the stairs. As soon as they reached the lower foyer the garage door opened and Jim stood there.

“Hello Tommy.” He said. 

“Hi Brother Jim.” Tommy said playing it cool. 

“Tommy was just going out to cut the grass. He got delayed somewhat this morning.” Jean said not looking at her husband. 

“Good. You don’t know how much I hate to cut grass.” Jim laughed. He noticed Jean’s normally perfect hair was out of place. Actually, she looked somewhat sexy he thought. 

“I think I’m going to take that youth counselor job you’ve been trying to get me to take.” Jean said as she watched Tommy close the door. “It will give me a chance to use my degree.”

“Good honey.” Jim said. If she stayed busy it would give him more time with his choir who he had picked for one main reason. He had some type of sex with each of them except for Mrs. Troutman. She was 50 some years old and had left the choir for almost 5 years but decided to return a month ago. He could not tell her no without some type of suspicion.

The family was home when Tommy came dancing into the front door. “Hello everyone!” He yelled with a big smile. 

“Is this the same boy who hasn’t smiled since we’ve moved here?” Ann asked. 

“If I had known cutting grass would have made you so happy you could have cut our lawn.” 

“Maybe I just like this place now?” Tommy said as he ran up the stairs. He moved into his bedroom and shut the door. Tommy grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out her sheer panties. He placed them up to his nose and remembered the smell of her sexy body. 

Celeste knew something was up with Tommy. He was never this happy even when he was at their past home. There was one way to find out. She moved silently up the stairs and moved up to his door. 

“OK, WHAT”S UP BROTHER?” She yelled as she pushed open his door. They both were in shock as she saw him holding a pair of panties by his face while he stroked his hard penis sticking out of his shorts. “OH GOD!” Celeste screamed as she closed the door. 

Celeste ran to her own room and closed and locked the door. She had not seen her brother naked since they were around 10 years old and now she saw his penis in full expansion. She had thought of him as a kid but now her opinion changed. He was as big or bigger than her ex-boyfriend. She realized he must have fucked someone but who? He was supposed to see the preacher’s wife Jean. Could he have fucked her? Why not? After all her husband got a blowjob from both her and her mother. Maybe they were a team? Wow!

Tommy never came out of his room for supper. He said he was not hungry but Celeste knew he was probably embarrassed and extremely happy. She had heard from her girlfriends who knew Tommy’s ex that she never put out for him. 

Celeste was lying in her bed around midnight when she heard her brother come out of his room. She waited until he was downstairs and stood to smooth down her long tee shirt over her skimpy bikini panties. She found him in the kitchen bending over looking in the refrigerator. 

“So my twin brother finally got a piece of ass, heh?” She said as she walked up behind him. 

Tommy didn’t say anything. He brought out a bowl of spaghetti and grabbed a plate from the cabinet. He popped the bowl in the microwave and poured a glass of soda. Tommy was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tee shirt. Up until today neither of them would have thought it a big deal they were wearing little clothing in front of each other. But, now Celeste had seen his hard penis. 

“So, do I know her?” Celeste continued when he finally sit down with his bowl of pasta. 

“Maybe.” Tommy grinned at her. Getting laid was something a teenage boy was proud of. 

Tom couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in bed thinking about his new job and the effect it was having on his family. He had not had a chance to talk to the kids about how bad he felt taking them away from all their friends. He thought he heard some noises downstairs. Since he couldn’t sleep anyway he might as well go down stairs. He was wearing his pajama bottoms and a tee shirt as he walked softly downstairs. He didn’t want to wake up anyone. As he stepped off the last step on the stairs he heard his son.

“I didn’t plan it. It just happened.” 

“I would have never expected Mrs. Northrup. She seems so prissy.” Celeste said.

“I thought something was up when I walked in the house and she was wearing a sheer blouse.” Tommy said excitedly. 

Tom stopped and realized he was hearing a story about his son and the preacher’s wife. He froze in his tracks to hear more. 

“Tell me about it.” Celeste said as he leaned forward. Tommy could see down the front of her loose tee shirt all the way down to her white panties. He could feel his prick stirring in his pants. It didn’t hurt to look. He thought as most of her bare breasts appeared. 

“We kissed and she touched me.” Tommy said with a mouthful of spaghetti. 

“You’re such a pig.” Celeste laughed. “How did it start?” 

“I think she asked me if I was experienced and I said a little. That’s when she offered to teach me.” 

Tom was shocked hearing his 18 year-old son tell the story about how the preacher’s wife seduced him. He knew he should be upset but he envisioned the petite blonde woman as Tommy told the whole story. He felt sorry for the preacher. He was sure he did not know his wife was messing around with young men. He listened to Tommy as he finished the story and turned to go back upstairs when he heard his daughter.

“OK, sit back because I have a story for you as well.” 

“Remember when I took the song book over to the church for mom? Well, the door to the office wing was locked and I walked around the building to see if I could get someone to let me in. I peeked into preacher Jim’s office and saw him and mom in there alone.” 

Tom stopped and walked back closer to the kitchen.

“At first I thought they were just reading the song book but when mom turned I saw her blouse was open and he was touching her chest.” 

“No way.” Tommy exclaimed. 

“Yes way.” Celeste continued. “I thought that was all that was going to happen but I watched mom as she touched his bulge.” 

Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His daughter had to be making it up. His wife was so conservative and had never even flirted with another man around him. 

“She took it out and it was huge. God. It was at least a foot long.” She exclaimed. 

“What did they do?” Tommy asked. Her shirt was now hanging so far down he could see the pink edge of one of her hard nipples. He moved one of his hands under the table and squeezed his hard-on in his shorts. 

“Mom jerked him off and then she…you know sucked it.” Celeste laughed when she saw the look on her brother’s face. She saw his arm moving which meant he was touching himself as she told the rest of the story. “She sucked him dry.” 

“Is that all?” Tommy asked. He knew she could tell he was jerking off and didn’t care. Not after her seeing him in the flesh that day.

“Yes.” She answered. 

Tom was both pissed and excited as he turned to again walk back upstairs. Until he heard his daughter speak again. 

“That was it for her. I ran back to the car and drove around the block. I watched mom’s car leave and hurried back to the church. The door was open so I walked in.” 

Tom again tip-toed back to the kitchen door.

“I confronted him and he tried to lie about it but he knew I had seen them. So, I told him I wanted to see it too.” 

“You didn’t.” He said loudly. He pulled his hard shaft from under his shorts and was stroking it out in the open just beyond her vision. 

“You like this story don’t you?” Celeste laughed as she peeked over the edge of the table to see the tip of his prick resting on the top of his fist. 

“Nothing you haven’t already seen.” Tommy chuckled. “Tell me the rest.” 

Tom realized something else was going on besides story telling. He took the gamble and peeked around the door frame. He was shocked to see his daughter leaning forward looking over the edge of the table to see her brother touching his bare penis. His eyes moved back down her body to see her skimpy panties out in the open under her tee shirt. He moved back and listened. 

“He took it out and played with it in front of me.” She giggled. 

“God. That is so cool.” Tommy said. 

“There’s more. I sucked it like mom.” She giggled again. 

“All the way?” Tommy asked. His prick was ready to explode. 

“Uh huh. Until he was empty.” 

“Wow.” Tommy cried out.

“I’m not done.” She whispered. She could see his arm moving faster. 

“I made him do me too.” She said. 

“Fuck you?” Tommy asked. He was ready to pop.

“No. Not that. He kissed my pussy.” 

It was all it took to throw Tommy over the edge. “Ah shit.” He moaned as he came. 

Celeste laughed as she watched her twin’s facial expressions when he climaxed. 

“Was it good for you?” She laughed as she handed him a paper napkin on the table.

“Shit yes.” He laughed. “But, we better get to bed. Don’t want mom and dad catching us like this.” 

Tom quickly turned and moved quickly up the steps. He barely got into his bedroom when he heard them coming up the steps. He put his ear to the door and listened. 

As they entered their respective bedrooms Celeste turned to her brother. “Tommy.” She whispered. Tommy turned and watched as she took the bottom of her tee shirt and lifted. He gasped when her perfect naked breasts with hard pink nipples came out from under her shirt. “Good night.” She laughed as she hurried into her bedroom and shut the door. 

Note: Part one of “THE PREACHER” is done but, you can tell there is a lot more coming. How will Tom handle the news of his wife’s infidelity? Will Tommy and Celeste take their sibling love further? Will the preacher try to seduce the mature woman in his choir? Will the whole family end up with the Preacher and his wife? Let me know what you think so far and how you think this might end up. Hope you enjoyed it and don’t forget to vote. 

Slickman.  



The Preacher's Daughter



Billy Tucker was finishing up the repair to the screen on the back porch of the parsonage, which was located behind the First Pentecostal Church in Johnson City, Tennessee. He was glad that he was finishing because the temperature was dropping fast and the wind was picking up. The gusts felt as if they were going straight through him.

It was Saturday afternoon and he had a date with Bethann Long at seven-thirty. He and Bethann had dated for almost two years and even though they had not made any wedding announcements, everyone kind of thought they would marry in the spring after they graduated from high school. Billy knew that he would probably marry Bethann but only his sexual urges made him want to do it sooner rather than later. 

He and Bethann kissed a lot but that's all their religion would allow then to do until they were married. He had accidentally touched her breast through her dress one evening when he was reaching for her hymnal. She was quiet upset and almost broke up with him in case he did it on purpose. He finally convinced her that if he would ever consider touching her in that way, it would not be in church. Being alone with Bethann and kissing her was all it took to send him home with a raging hard on. Even though in his mind he knew it was wrong, he would masturbate in the shower until he would send ropes of white cum into the hot water swirling down the drain. 

He went into the parsonage through the back door and helped himself to a cup of hot chocolate that Sister Frances, Reverend Martin's wife had told him was there for him. He sat in the breakfast nook warming himself with the heat of the house and the hot chocolate.

"I thought I heard someone back here," Lucy Finch said.

Lucy was the married daughter of Reverend Martin and Sister Frances who was visiting her parents. She had a four-month-old daughter and was carrying her as she entered the kitchen. She had been in town for almost a month but this was the first time that Billy had been alone with her. Lucy's features were still a little rounded but she had done a good job of losing the weight she had gained during pregnancy. She looked good, especially her big breasts. Billy thought that she looked really good for an older woman. She had to be almost thirty.

"I just finished repairing the screen on the back porch and was warming up a little before going home," Billy explained. "If I'm bothering you, I can leave now."

"Not at all," Lucy replied as she sat in the seat opposite Billy in the breakfast nook.. "It gets kind of lonesome around here sometimes. It's good to have some company. Almost every day, mom and dad are off tending to the needs of the flock and I don't have anyone to talk with."

"Well, I don't have much time but I can visit awhile." Billy said as he was trying to think of something to say to be cordial. "It's good for you to spend time with your parents. I know they must be happy to have you visit."

"I don't know how happy they are that I'm here but I guess they are kind of stuck with me for a while at least," she said. "I know they would be devastated if it got out that my husband and I are separated. Can I trust you to keep my secret?"

"Yeah, sure," Billy replied with a proud smile that this older women was treating him as an adult by sharing a secret with him.. 

He audibly gasped when Lucy loosened her blouse and released her right breast to feed her restless baby daughter. He caught himself and tried to maintain his composure to keep from appearing to be a child.

She noticed his discomfort and asked, "Feeding my baby doesn't bother you does it?"

"Well, I, uh, know that the baby has to eat but it's just that I've never, uh, seen, uh, a, you know, one of them, a breast before," Billy stuttered.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, but she would never let me see her breasts!" Billy exclaimed.

Billy was holding a conversation with Lucy but his focus had never left her white, milk-laden breast. He was recording it into his memory. It was round and had a brownish areola about as big around as a silver dollar. Her breast seemed to turn up a little at the end with a big hard nipple that stuck straight out as if begging to be sucked..

"So, now that you have seen a breast, what do you think of it?" Lucy asked.

"It's beautiful," replied Billy in a kind of dreamy voice.

Lucy's baby had stopped nursing and as babies are apt to do with full stomachs, she fell asleep. Lucy carried her daughter into her room and lay her in her crib and returned to the kitchen. The first thing that Billy noticed was that Lucy had not put her breast back inside her blouse. 

As if reading his mind, Lucy explained, "I produce more milk that my baby can use so I have to pump it out. If I didn't I would be leaking all the time. That is unless you would like to help. I hear that it tastes pretty good."

Before he could consider what Lucy was talking about, she had placed her nipple against his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and began aggressively suckling her breast. He was rewarded with the warm sweet taste of mother's milk.

"Easy Tiger," she said as she placed her hands behind his head and gently stroked his hair. Billy slowed down and sucked titty. Without knowing it, he tortured her nipple with his teeth. It felt good to Billy but it was glorious to Lucy. It had been a long time since she had received any attention to her breasts by anyone except her baby, Tiffany.

"Oh God, that feels good," she said as she audibly moaned. "How would you like the job of doing this every day? I need it done a couple of times a day."

Billy instinctively stopped sucking as the milk quit coming but continued licking and kissing Lucy's nipple until she pulled away to bend down and lightly kiss his lips. She knew she had crossed some invisible line and didn't want to go too far until she knew how Billy would react. Billy didn't know what to do or how to do it but he was reacting just fine. He stood up, put his arms around Lucy, and kissed her. Lucy had noticed the tenting of his pants and was feeling his respectable sized cock burrowing into her stomach as he held her close.

Lucy stepped back a little and reached down between them and squeezed the head of his cock through his pants. That was all Billy's inexperience would allow him to take. Billy's body shuddered as he shot his pent up load into his pants. Lucy knew what had happened and felt kind of good about the fact that she could turn a young guy on so much that he would climax with no more stimulation than she had provided but Billy was embarrassed. He turned away from Lucy and almost ran through the parsonage and out the front door. As he was getting into his car, he noticed Reverend and Ms. Martin at their mailbox.

"I'm running late and have to go," he yelled. "I'll see you in church tomorrow." 

He jumped into his older model Ford and sped off before they had time to see the wet spot that was increasing in size on his trousers. On his way home, the events that had just occurred kept playing through his mind. He had seen his first breast and got to touch it or better yet, he got to suck it. He had just had the best orgasm of his life and the only one in the presence of a woman. He couldn't understand why his dick was still so hard. There was a nagging thought that he had sinned but his dick was so hard that all he could think of was getting relief. 

He was glad that his mother was not home when he got there. He rushed through his bedroom to his bathroom and stripped. His dick was larger than he had ever seen it and was almost pressed against his stomach. He stepped into the shower and started to stroke it as he stood under the warm water cascading over his body. Here in his safe place, he stroked his cock and thought about Lucy. It wasn't long until he brought about a powerful explosion. It was not as good as his earlier orgasm with Lucy but lasted longer. He felt relief but he did not have the complete satisfaction that usually followed masturbation. It was as if he had moved to another sexual plateau and self-excitation was not enough anymore. He washed his head and torso but when he reached his midsection, he found he was hard again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking again. Stroking and thinking of Lucy, he brought himself around again. He finished his shower quickly be cause the water was getting cold.

He dried and went into his bedroom. He hid his cum soaked underwear and trousers up high in his closet until he knew his mother would be away from the house long enough for him to wash them. He glanced at the clock and it was almost six o'clock. He thought of Bethann, his girlfriend with whom he had a date in an hour and a half. She had not crossed his mind since Lucy came into the kitchen earlier in the afternoon. Suddenly he was awash in guilt and shame for his actions. He couldn't understand how he could feel remorse for what had transpired and still be horny, especially since he had climaxed three times this afternoon. Normally, when he was confused about something he could not talk over with his mother, he would go to Pastor Martin but that avenue was closed in this case. 

He could just hear himself, "Pastor, I sucked your daughter's breast and when she touched my hard cock, I came in my pants. It made me so horny that even though I have had three orgasms, I'm still horny." 

He didn't know much about what was going on within himself but he knew that he could not see Bethann in this condition. So he called her. "Honey, would you mind a whole lot if we didn't go out tonight?" he asked. "I'm not feeling very good and was considering going to bed."

"Of course not," she replied. Would you like me to come over? I could fix you some soup."

"Not unless you want to rip your clothes off and jump into bed with me," he thought but said aloud, "No, I don't think so. I just want to get some sleep. I'll see you in church tomorrow."

They said their usual good-byes and love-yous. He put on his pajamas, wrapped a robe around himself, and went into the kitchen. When Bethann mentioned soup, it sounded good. Billy had not heard his mother come home and was startled when she came into the room.

"Well, what's my good looking son doing home dressed for bed this early on a Saturday night?" she asked. "Is there trouble in paradise?"

"No Mom," Billy answered. "I just didn't feel all that good and decided to stay home tonight."

His mother came over to him and placed her hand on his forehead using the time tested method to check for a fever. Finding none, she gave Billy a light hug and kissed him on the cheek. Billy was self-conscious that he had about half a hard on but if she felt it, she did not take exception to it. She had seen him come home several times from dates with Bethann comically trying to hide a real boner until he could get to his room. She knew that it was just a part of growing up. Sometimes she would try to engage him in conversation at those times to watch him fidget.

Betty Tucker celebrated her fortieth birthday two months earlier but did not look her age. Her husband died in an accident at the silk mill nine years ago and she and Billy have been on their own since then. She had received his insurance money and a settlement from the mill. While the amounts were substantial, it was not enough to retire on at thirty-one. So, she took a job as a secretary in the largest real estate firm in town. She found out that she liked it and took the necessary courses to pass the necessary tests to get the necessary license to sell real estate. She was one of the top salespeople at People's Reality enabling her and Billy to live comfortably.

Billy heated up a can of minestrone, crumbled a handful of saltine crackers into it, and ate it quickly. He excused himself and hurried into the relative safety of his bedroom. He tried to read his bible but it seemed that everywhere he turned it was about adultery, fornication, or sex in some form or other. He gave up reading for the night and got down on his knees at the side of the bed to pray. He poured his heart out to God and after twenty minutes or so, he felt better about his condition. He climbed into bed and fell asleep.

His sleep was not without dreams, however. It has been said that dreams are one of the ways our psyche deals with unresolved conflicts. If this is true, Billy's dreams could be offered as evidence. He dreamed of Lucy and himself running naked through the woods. Her pendulous breasts were swinging free and he chased after her beautiful rounded ass. When he caught up with her, she leaned against a tree while he knelt before her and lovingly sucked the warm, sweet, white nectar from her breast. He suckled slowly but her breasts were bountiful and produced milk faster than he could drink. Warm milk was flowing out of the corners of his mouth and down across his chest. He looked down and saw that she had fluffy blond hair at the junction of her legs. His right hand was on the inside of her creamy, white thigh. She spread her legs as he slowly slid his hand toward her pussy. Just as he was about to touch her pubic hair, he was awake.

He lay there in a daze. He was breathing hard, sweating, and had a massive hard on. His right hand had caressed his raging cock and was stroking it with determination. He was out of control. He stroked the length of his hard cock faster and faster until it erupted in a tremendous orgasm shooting ropes of cum into the air and cascading back down on his pajama shirt. He lay there exhausted then dutifully put his pajamas into the top of his closet with his cum-stained undershorts and trousers. He slept fitfully the rest of the night. Every time he went to sleep, he would dream of Lucy. When the alarm went off, he was tired. 

Normally on Sunday morning, he would jump out of bed, shower and dress, grab a bite to eat, and head out to church. He would help set up the church for Sunday services, teach a Sunday School class, and then enjoy the sermon. This Sunday morning was an exception. It was the first time that Billy could remember that he did not want to go to church. He did not want to face Lucy, he did not want to face Bethann, he did not want to face Reverend and Mrs. Martin, but most of all, he did not want to face his God. But he knew as his mother had told him many times, maturity is doing what you should do instead of what you want to do. He got out of bed, showered and dressed, got a bite to eat, and headed to church.

Billy was glad that there was a lot of work getting ready for church. He straightened the rows of chairs in the classrooms, picked up what little trash there was, and distributed the hymnals throughout the sanctuary. He was finished about a half-hour before church was scheduled to begin. He went down to the basement where the classrooms were located and went into his room to look over the lesson for the day. He was just about ready to go up to the sanctuary for the opening when Lucy came into the room.


"Hey, how are you doing?" she asked with a big smile that made Billy see just how beautiful she was. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

Billy thought he was ready to see her but his composure melted as soon as he saw her and she spoke to him. He said, "I was just getting ready to teach my Sunday School class."

"I was wondering if you could help me out," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her breast.

No other words were needed. Billy did not stop to think let alone pray. He almost dove into her succulent breast which were so full and slightly turned up at the nipple. He licked and sucked each breast until they were empty and he was full. He was full but not satisfied. His cock was straining against his trousers, a fact not lost on Lucy. She quickly and deftly unbuckled Billy's belt, unzipped him, and held his cock in he small hand.

Lucy stroked his dick a couple of times and before Billy could object, she was on her knees between his legs with his raging hard on in her mouth. She moved her head back and forth on his cock as she jacked him off with her right hand. He did not know or care if she was an expert cocksucker or a novice. This was his first blowjob and all he knew was that her warm, wet, mouth sliding back and forth on his cock was letting him experience feelings that he did not know existed until now. He was not worried about right or wrong, good or bad, or sin and holiness. He only knew that at this moment, he felt closer to heaven than at any time that he could imagine. He felt like shouting hallelujah but didn't because he didn't want to alert the congregation upstairs as to what was happening in the church basement.

He looked down at Lucy and saw his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her big blue eyes were gazing up at him through her blond tresses. He felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to pulse as he start to climax. He fell back in his chair as a low guttural sound emitted from his throat. He pumped rope after rope of cum into her mouth and throat as she swallowed it all. She cleaned his deflating cock with her mouth and tucked it back into his pants. She stood up and put her breasts back into her blouse. 

Billy did not want to move but he stood up and put his pants together. Lucy kissed him, sliding her tongue through his lips and into his mouth allowing him to taste the salty remnants of his own cum. 

"Se you later, Tiger," she said as she turned toward the door. "There is so much more."

He followed her out of the classroom and watched her as she exited the outside door of the basement She went up the steps as she headed back to the parsonage. He heard a noise behind him and turned as the good people of the church were coming down the stairs into the basement and filing into their various classrooms. He saw Bethann turn the corner and come directly to him.

She said, "I was worried about you when I didn't see you upstairs. You don't look so good. You look flushed. I'm not so sure that you should be here."

"I'm O. K.," Billy said as he tried to smile. "I'll teach the class and see you afterwards upstairs for church."

"Not another word out of you," she said. "It won't hurt you to miss one Sunday. Now get out of here and go home. I'll teach the class and call you this afternoon."

Billy went out the same door that Lucy had used earlier. As he went up the steps, Bethann was glad that he was going home to rest but he had other ideas. He headed to the parsonage to see Lucy and his cock seemed to grow with each step he took. He tapped lightly on the front door and when Lucy opened it, he stepped in and pushed the door closed. He took Lucy into his arms and passionately kissed her. For once, he was the aggressor. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and while their tongues dueled he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her womanhood tight against his raging cock.

He stopped kissing while his trembling fingers fumbled with loosening her blouse. He wasn't suave but he successfully freed Lucy's heaving breasts. She loosened his tie and removed his shirt. While he was trying to determine how to get her skirt off, she opened his trousers and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. He found the snap on her skirt, released it and let it fall. He shucked his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He fell to his knees and began to lower her panties. Her pubic hair came into sight and he leaned forward to nuzzle it. He smelled the fragrance of her sex. It heightened the fervor of his desire to the boiling point.

He wanted to give Lucy the same wonderful sensations that she had given him earlier in the classroom but he didn't know how. She thought that he wanted to kiss and lick her pussy but knew that it would be very difficult with her standing up. She reached down and pulled him up. Taking him by the hand, she led him into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. He knelt between them. Billy had never seen a vagina before even in a magazine. He was fascinated by it and bent his head down and kissed in the middle of it. He then ran his tongue the length of her crack from her asshole to her clit. Her moans indicated to him that he was doing something right so he repeated the action several times.




The Preacher's Daughter



One morning during the summer between high school and college I woke up in a bad mood. As was often the case lately, I was horny and there was nothing I could do about it. I was certain that I was the only 18-year old virgin still around and I hated it. I'd been obsessed by sex as long as I could remember and I needed to learn what it was like, but I didn't know how. All the magazines and books that I read in secret said that experienced men were to prefer for an inexperienced girl, but I didn't know how to find an experienced man. I was only allowed to date boys my age and, being the preacher's daughter, I was deemed off-limits for most men in our hometown.

Andy, my dad's son from his first marriage, had come to stay with us that summer. He'd just finished his PhD and was enjoying his last summer of freedom before he took up a government position in the fall. Although we'd grown up in the same town, I didn't feel that I knew Andy very well. He was quite a lot older than me and he'd been brought up in a different church. We'd been getting along better and better in the last month and a half and I was finally starting to feel a connection with him. I knew that he was the only person I could ask for help.

"Andy," I said and sat down next to him on the couch. "I need your help."

"Sure, sis. What can I do for you?"

"You have to promise not to tell mom or dad about this because they'll freak out completely."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Well, in a way, yes I am."

"Tell me all about it."

"Well... This is difficult to talk about... But the truth is... I'm horny. I can't satisfy myself with my fingers anymore. I need to fuck a real guy, but I'm like a pariah. None of the boys I'm allowed to date dares lay a finger on me. And I don't want to fuck a teenager. I want to fuck a real man who knows how to make a virgin cum."

Andy looked at me pensively. "So you want me to find you a guy to take your virginity."

I was so relieved that he understood. "Yes. Most of your friends are still single, aren't they? They don't go to my church. Surely one of them would like to fuck a virgin pussy a few times and teach her what she needs to know."

Andy nodded. "I can think of a few guys who wouldn't mind a tight little cunt. But you know... Real men don't just want to fuck your cunt. Are you prepared to suck their cock too?"

"Oh yes! I've been dreaming of sucking a cock for such a long time. I want to do it all."

"OK... I think I'll be able to help you. But first you have to do me a favour. Take your clothes off so that I can see your pussy and your tits. Different men have different tastes in that department so I want to make sure that I get you one who likes what you have to offer."

I was so excited. I quickly unbuttoned my modest dress and pulled off my cotton undershirt and panties. I was pretty sure that my tits would be attractive to men since they were big and firm c-cups and when I turned 18 I had secretly started shaving my pussy in anticipation of having sex for the first time.

Andy walked around me, cupping my tits to feel how firm they were, running his finger through my wet slit.

"You really are horny, aren't you little sis?"

"Oh yes. That's why I'm so desperate. Please go talk with your friends and find someone who'll fuck me."

Andy smiled. "Get dressed again. I'll see what I can do."

I didn't have much opportunity to speak with Andy in private over the next couple of days and it was driving me mad. Then one evening when I was lying in bed, horny and wet as always, he slipped inside my room when my parents had gone to bed.

"I've got a man for you," he whispered as he sat down on the side of my bed.

"Really? Who is it?"

"Shhhhhh... Not so loud. I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't want you to know who he is yet. You just have to trust me that he'll treat you right and fuck you hard."

"OK, I trust you. But how do I meet him? Where do I go? Will he come here?"

"He wants you for the night. Listen carefully now. On Friday you have to make up an excuse why you'll be staying away overnight. Get one of your girlfriends to cover for you, but she cannot know where you're going. Shortly before lunchtime you'll find an envelope with a key in the post-box. The key will have a number on it. You are to take that key and nothing else and go to the Holiday Inn, making sure nobody sees you and you have to park your car where nobody can see it. Then you let yourself into the Holiday Inn and go straight to the room that's on the key, still making sure nobody sees you. Once there you will take off the clothes you arrived in and place them in a plastic bag outside your room. You then have 10 minutes to get into the outfit that will have been laid out for you on the bed. It will be a slutty outfit to suit your new slutty life. Once you have the outfit on you will tie the blindfold around your eyes and sit on the bed and wait for your lover. Once he arrives you have to do exactly what he wants you to do or he won't return your clothes once he's done with you. Is that clear?"

"Yes Andy!" I was giddy with excitement. The secrecy surrounding this made me even hornier than before.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Will I find out who my lover is? Will he do things that I want to try?"

"If he thinks you deserve to know his identity he will tell you. And you are not to make any demands. You asked me to turn you into a whore and whores satisfy men, not themselves. But if you do exactly as you're told I can assure you that you will have several orgasms."

Andy left my room and I stuck my fingers inside my cunt. I pumped myself hard, but despite being hornier than I'd ever been before I couldn't make myself cum. I was going to have to wait till Friday. It was only 2 days away, but it felt like a lifetime. I spent the next day arranging my cover. My best friend's parents were out of town and her grandmother was looking after her. Mom agreed to let me stay the night there and I was pretty sure my cover was going to be OK.

Andy was gone by the time I woke up on the Friday morning so I had to rely on my memory for the instructions. At 11.30 I looked in the post-box, but there was nothing there. Fifteen minutes later I found an envelope. I couldn't figure out who'd left it there since I'd been watching almost the entire time. With trembling fingers I opened the envelope and found a plastic Holiday Inn key card. I'd already showered and shaved that morning so I called out to my mom that I was leaving and then I drove off in the direction of my best friend.

I'd already decided where to park the car. I'd leave it in the school car park between my best friend's house and the Holiday Inn. I then walked swiftly to the Holiday Inn and snuck in the back way and into the elevator. I pressed the button for the sixth floor and let myself into the room. Andy hadn't been joking when he said that it would be a slutty outfit. There was a semi-transparent babydoll on the bed with holes for my tits. There was also a pair of crotchless lace panties and a pair of high heel shoes. The entire outfit was a bright red, leaving me in no doubt that by putting it on I was becoming someone's whore.

I hesitated for a second and then I took off my clothes and put them in the plastic bag that lay next to the slut clothes. I then wriggled my body into the babydoll and the panties that were so minimal that had I not shaved my pussy, they wouldn't have covered anything. Lastly I stepped into the shoes and tied the blindfold over my eyes. I then sat down and waited for the man who would take my virginity an make me his whore.

The anticipation of what lay ahead made my wait even more difficult. It felt like hours and I could feel my pussy juices forming a puddle in my panties and my nipples were hard like stones. I then heard a door opening and closing, followed by silent steps on the soft carpet. He was there. I longed to speak to him, but decided against it. Andy's rules were pretty strict and I didn't dare say anything just in case it was against the rules. I could feel his presence right in front of me when all of a sudden he pinched both my nipples really hard and pulled them in opposite direction. I yelped in pain and all I could hear was a deep, quiet chuckle in response. I tried to place it, but I had no idea whom it belonged to.

I was only just getting over the brutal handling of my nipples when I was pushed backwards on the bed. My legs were parted and a finger penetrated my wet cunt. I gasped with delight, but he didn't stay there for long. He pulled his finger out again and I could hear him sucking on it. It turned me on even more, if possible, to hear the mystery man sucking my cunt juices off his finger.

Then he took my hand and pulled me up on my feet. I stood before him as he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked. He then sucked and bit my other nipple. I was in heaven. He left me alone for a moment and I shivered as I felt the cold air on my wet nipples. I could hear him getting undressed and wondered if I should take my clothes off to, but he didn't say anything so I assumed he wanted to fuck me while I looked like a slut. The thought was a turn-on for me too.

He soon came back to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. Without saying anything he pressed me down and I got on my knees. His hands then opened my mouth and I soon felt an unfamiliar warm and hard thing on my lips. He wanted me to suck his cock. He was already hard as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. I didn't know what to do and he didn't give me any directions, but I figured I'd better suck him as hard as I could. With my lips closed around the fat cock in my mouth I started sucking and curiously investigating the veins on the meat that was resting against my tongue. I must have done something right because I could hear his breathing getting more laboured. This encouraged me to suck him deeper and harder and I did. I loved the taste of cock. I loved sucking this cock that filled my mouth completely. Soon my sucking wasn't enough for him. He grabbed a tight hold of my head and started fucking my mouth. Each time he slammed deep into my throat I felt as though I couldn't breathe, but I loved the feeling of being used so I kept sucking. Then he came. Without warning he shot his cream in my mouth and then he pulled out and shot more all over my face. I kept my mouth open and he hit my tongue again before he stopped cumming. My girlfriends had all said how disgusting cum was, but I loved its salty taste on my tongue. I quickly swallowed and lapped up the spunk that was on my face and smiled.

I was soon pulled up on my feet again and he kissed me deeply. I was sure that he could taste his own cum on my tongue as his tongue invaded my mouth and my tits were pressed against his strong and hairy chest. As he was kissing me his hands wandered down my back until they reached my butt cheeks which he squeezed so tight I was sure I'd get imprints of his hands on them. He then walked me around the bed and gently helped me lie down in the middle. He followed me onto the bed and again started sucking on one of my nipples while manhandling the other. I moaned with pleasure and once again I heard his soft, dark chuckle.

His fingers soon found their way down to my pussy and he parted my thighs slightly to get access to my clit, which he fondled lightly while still sucking on my tits. I was in heaven. I'd always known that having sex would be good with an experienced man, but I'd never imagined how good it would make me feel, and we'd hardly got started yet. This was going to be a night to remember.

Soon his lips followed where his fingers had gone. He moved himself between my legs and his lips kissed my pussy lips. He slowly slid his tongue into my slit and if he hadn't been holding my thighs in a tight grip I would've wriggled away, so intense was the pleasure. He soon grabbed my clit with his teeth and flicked his tongue across it. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I moaned out loud and squeezed my tits hard as the pleasure took control over my body. But there was more. Just as I thought I was going to experience my first orgasm with a man he let go of my clit and slid his tongue inside my fuck hole. I nearly cried with joy as he started lapping up my juices. I wanted that moment to last forever, but soon his tongue was replaced by one finger, then two, then three, narrowly squeezing inside my tight cunt as he started sucking my clit again. His fingers pumped me hard as his lips and tongue gave my engorged clit unbearable pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," I panted. "Oh dear Lord, I'm gonna cum now!"

He didn't say anything, he just continued finger fucking me as I cried out in pleasure. My body shook and my cunt contracted hard around the fingers inside me and I wrapped my legs tight around his face. Only when I stopped shaking and my breathing got less laboured did he pull out and slide up next to me again. He fed me his fingers and I licked the familiar flavour of my cunt off them. Then he kissed me again, sharing my juices between us. It was like magic.

Before I knew it, he was lying on top of me, grinding his crotch against my dripping crotchless panties. He was hard again. I parted my legs wide, wanting him to penetrate me at long last. He continued kissing me and nibbling at my tits. The pleasure heightened the sense of anticipation in my cunt. Then he got on his knees between my legs and caressed my wet pussy. He pulled the panties off, tearing them in the process, and he rested his cock against my throbbing slit.

One by one he put my legs across his shoulders and then he pushed. I gasped at his size as I felt his cock head tearing my tight cunt apart. He stopped briefly and then continued on, deeper inside me until he came to a stop. I felt a quick pressure and then he pulled out again. Once more he ran his cock along my soaking slit before he pressed my legs up against my chest, pulling my ass up off the bed and resting on his hands on either side of my shoulders.

Before I knew it he'd buried his cock deep inside my cunt and I screamed out in pain as he ripped through my protective barrier. I could feel the blood gushing out and I twisted and turned, wanting an end to the torture. But he wouldn't let me go. He lay there on top of me, his cock buried deep inside my aching cunt and his body stopping me from moving at all. Then the miracle happened. The pain slowly ebbed away and I was horny again. I was hornier than before. Finally I could feel, for the first time, the pleasure of having a thick cock shoved right up my tight cunt. It filled me completely and I absolutely loved having it there.

As I started moaning with pleasure again he started pulling out. He almost pulled out completely before he shoved himself back inside my hungry cunt. He repeated this action over and over, making me pant louder and louder, bouncing my tits and making my clit throb like never before from the friction of his pubic bone grinding itself into me. His hairy crotch against my smooth one teased and tickled me in a way that added even more to the sensation I was already enjoying.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet noise of the fat cock fucking my dripping wet cunt. Much as I was pinned down, I tried to move my hips in unison with his, trying to meet his thrusts halfway, inviting him deeper inside me. The result was sensational. I wanted so badly to hold back, but I was inexperienced and I was being fucked by a master. I couldn't help it. I started whimpering and moaning and before I knew what had happened my body was convulsing and my cunt was squeezing his cock as tight as it could. I cried out as the waves of orgasm possessed me and yet through this whole process he didn't stop fucking me.

He kept up the pace until my orgasm subsided and then he pulled out. He briskly turned me over on my hands and knees and shoved his big cock back inside my cunt. I could feel my juices pouring down the insides of my thighs and within three or four thrusts it was as if I'd never cum. I was hungry for more fucking and he was giving it to me. This was the mystery man of my dreams. This man was the reason I'd still been a virgin until a short while ago. No man could've taught me to fuck better than this man. 

He ran a finger through the juices that had escaped me and shoved it into my ass. I cried out at first and then I learnt how pleasurable it was to have something in my asshole while being fucked from behind. Then he grabbed me by one tit and pulled me up against him. He kissed and bit my neck and I knew that it wouldn't be long before we both came. 

"Pull your blindfold off, baby," he whispered with a coarse and tense voice that I still didn't recognise.

I did as I was told, but the room was dark apart from a small lamp behind us, casting the shadows of our fucking onto the wall in front of me. I still couldn't see him. He pulled his finger out of my ass and started massaging my clit. Once more I had to surrender to the pleasure and as soon as my cunt started gripping his cock tight he let out a roar and started shooting his cum straight up my cunt that was milking every last drop from his shaft.

When he finished cumming he pulled himself out of me and took me in his arms as he collapsed on the bed. He took my hand and led it to my cunt were we both dipped our fingers in our combined juices and licked them off. He turned me around and I looked into his face.

"Andy!" I exclaimed in shock at seeing my brother.

"Surprised?"

"How could you? This is wrong!"

"So it would have been better for me to send a stranger to fuck my virgin little sister? Did you not enjoy what we just did?"

"Yes." I couldn't lie.

"Then I'm not going to apologise for not making you another man's whore. I wanted to make your first time special. We now have a special bond."

He kissed me deeply again and I forgot that he was my brother. I had to wake his cock up with my mouth and then he taught me to ride him. We spent the night fucking in every position known to man and we were both so sore we could hardly walk afterwards, but extremely satisfied. The problem now was that once I'd fucked I couldn't go without it. For the next few weeks we snuck around as well as we could, fucking when mom and dad were out, fucking each other late at night, driving out into the country and fucking in Andy's car. But all good things come to an end. One afternoon dad came home early and unexpected. Our fucking had been so loud that we hadn't heard his car pull up. He found us on the living room floor, me riding my brother's fat cock. He gave us an hour to pack and the strange thing was that neither of us minded. Andy had an apartment ready and I decided to take a year off before starting college so that I could come to Andy's work at lunchtime for a quick fuck. I never did go to college. I opened a lingerie shop and started a website for virgins who wanted to find real men to deflower them. It's now six years later and I'm 8 months pregnant with Andy's child and we still fuck every day.



The Preacher's Daughter



Chapter 1. Fledging Flight

Time: January 1, 9570 10:00 AM UCT

Daily commercial flight B210 Doha to Judah took off promptly on time. Eliana would have been very surprised if it hadn't. Except for occasional weather related delays, a commercial aircraft had not missed a scheduled departure time in decades. And the sun over the former site of Cape Town, South Africa was brilliant. Eliana took a moment to admire the brief view of the sparkling South Atlantic as the plane banked over the northern harbor area before aligning itself to its east-northeast flight path.

The plane rose quickly, and as it approached its assigned cruising altitude of 13,000 meters, the powerful p-B11 fusion engines throttled up and pushed the craft to Mach 2. The 3800 km trip to Judah would take two hours, limited not by power constraints but by the supersonic friction heating the aircraft. The fusion engines could keep the plane aloft and supersonic for months, pumping as much power into the jet thrusters as the turbine blades could handle.

"Such a change," thought Eliana as she looked around the half-full forty-passenger cabin. "After six years at the capital, I'll be living at the most isolated township in the world." Named Reunion in ancient prewar times, the island of Judah in the Indian Ocean was about to become her new home.

Eliana's eyes wandered back to the window to admire the beauty of the lush farming areas of the African landscape. Locally there were still more than three hours of daylight left. But sunset at Judah today would be at 10:20 AM universal capital time. It would be full night by the time they landed. As Eliana thought about her new life, her hand came up unconsciously to trace the unfamiliar pattern of the diamond insignia on her arm.

"Having a comfortable flight, Commander?"

Eliana turned her gaze from the window and addressed a uniformed CL-2 standing in the aisle. "Oh yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just admiring the scenery."

The man nodded. "I'm Amir, the flight steward." He looked closely at the emblems below Eliana's Class rank of red diamond. "Ah, a priestess, huh? And a military aviator too! Are you qualified for this plane's pilot cabin?"

Eliana grinned. "Well, most of my flight time has been with jump jets. But yes, I'm certified for transports, military and civilian."

"Excellent. We'll be serving a light dinner at 10:50. If you're willing to pass on the alcoholic beverages, would you like to dine with the pilots? I'm sure they'd enjoy your company."

"Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you Amir."

The man nodded and then gave her a playful grin, tilting his head towards her insignias and remembering her recent hand at her arm. "Let me guess. Recent promotion?"

Eliana chuckled. "Is it that obvious? Yes, very recent! This is my first day to wear the diamond."

"Congratulations then! Especially in the military Priesthood, that's quite an achievement." The man gave a final respectful bow and continued to work his way towards the front of the passenger cabin. Eliana settled back into her plush chair.

After a moment she remembered the present her Stateswoman great-to-the-sixth grandmother had sent her from New Jerusalem. It had been waiting for Eliana unexpectedly as she made her quick change of flights at Doha. Eliana ripped open the package and found two books, one new and one old, plus a short note from her dear distant ancestor. She took a moment to open the old book first. It appeared to be a book on fifth millennium art. She then read the note.

"Eli, the family couldn't be more proud of you, to have you reach command rank at the age of twenty-seven! I believe the last person to advance that fast was a man named Ilias, someone I'm sure you've heard about. Hah! It appears that Riding the Assad is not a lost art. Speaking of which, the enclosed art book is a family treasure. When Abdul Hadi died, your great-to-the-thirty-second grandmother Chanah gave this book to Kefira's granddaughter Thirza, and it has been passed down the family tree ever since. Chanah told Thirza that this was the book she found Ilias sleeping with when she awoke from her purge cycle the day they were married. Quite a bit of history! I've also enclosed the commemorative copy of our ancestor's First Tower, hot off the presses! Again, congratulations, and best wishes on your new assignment. Choose well! Love, Naysa."

Eliana traced her fingers lightly over the old book as she contemplated the gift. Chanah's wedding day was now more than 1300 years in the past, and it was a thousand years and two days since the death of the world's beloved Abdul Hadi. Eliana glanced at the familiar pages of the First Tower, and then read the publisher's note at the back of the book.

"Wow," she thought. "Judgment 4, 9570, two days ago. This book really is hot off the presses. Grandmother, how did you do this? It must be a pre-release proof copy." Eliana read the publisher's note again. One phrase stuck in her mind, the comment that the last thousand years had not been paradise. "No, indeed not," she agreed. "Our species seems determined not to live there."

The flight continued to soar above the African landscape at Mach 2. Eliana gazed out the window again. The view showed that all the farmland had disappeared, replaced by a much more rocky landscape of small ridges and valleys. She sighed and closed her eyes and thought of all the history since the fateful year of 8244.

Abdul Hadi had been overly optimistic in his hope that there would be no backsliding on the promises of the world to end female slavery. After he became an eternal virgin, there were a dozen years of township revolts against the new order and his visions of social justice and gender equality. In many of these early years, the warfare would claim hundreds of thousands of lives, typically one to three percent of the world's population. And all the while the world's birth rate was almost zero, less than a thousand per year. The flood of new children out of the abandoned monasteries had overwhelmed a population that had no experience in raising children in a family setting, and almost no one had a desire to add to the chaos. There were times when the future of the world still appeared very much in doubt. It was during these early years that Abdul Hadi began his preaching ministry among the townships.

The combination of Jibran seizing control of the Supreme Council plus the fierce loyalty of the rank and file militia to Abdul Hadi's cause finally allowed the servant of the Guide's vision for a new society to prevail. By the year 8258, the warfare was over and the population count for a few months dipped below twenty-one million. Six short years later, the birth rate exploded, returning to pre-civil-war values of 480,000 by 8264. After several more years, it became obvious that with no childhood culling nor lottery with the anti-aging drugs, the world was on a trajectory for a huge growth in population. The debates over the next decade were fierce and often divisive. It wasn't until the year 8279 that a consensus was reached and the annual birth rate stabilized at 120,000.

Before the civil war, the populations of the 120 townships were extremely uniform. By law, each township had the capacity to house 200,000 people, with had an actual population of around 167,000. The capital Bandar Arenas was populated with its designed maximum of five million. Based on original estimates of new life expectancies, people thought the population would stabilize at 28.5 million, and the construction of twenty-one new townships began.

By the time Abdul Hadi was cured of his eternal virginity at the start of Judgment in 8316, the world's population was 29 million and growing temporarily at a rate of 75,000 per year due to the artificially youthful population profiles. Several of the new townships were already nearing completion, three in northern Africa along its western Atlantic coast and two in New Zealand. The expectation was that the new construction and reserve capacity of the original townships could comfortably house the temporary bulge in the population.

But no one had anticipated that women on lifetime anti-aging drugs would live longer than men, a few perhaps even reaching 400 years of age. By the mid 8400's, it became clear that the population would stabilize at around 32 million, not 28.5, and the peak bulge would approach 40 million around the year 8496. A massive housing campaign ensued worldwide for the 140 residential townships, increasing the maximum capacity of each to 250,000, with the long-term expectation of 200,000 actual residents. In 8499 the Islands of New Jerusalem were voted to be set aside for special purpose, and like the spaceport Xerxes not be a township for permanent residency. In the early 8500's the population began its slow decline to 32 million and the housing problem was considered solved.

In Eliana's opinion, her ancestor Abdul Hadi saved the world twice, once during the civil wars and again when he helped create the present form of government. The Citizen Level system was preserved. There was still a universal desire to run the society as a meritocracy, in spite of the new family structures. But the value of the promotions changed profoundly. There were only modest increases in stipends between levels, barely more than token amounts. Housing and medical care and basic staples were provided free to all. The real value of promotions came in influence and voting rights.

The names for Royalty (CL-16 to CL-23) and Ruling Royalty (CL-24 to CL-31) were changed to Governor and Statesperson. The Governors typically ran the Guilds, and the Statespersons, typically about 800 in number, formed a body with combined legislative and judicial power. The top eleven Citizens also formed a supreme executive council.

But the real power of the government was distributed back to the general population. Each person had a weighted vote equal to their Class Level, and a 40% weighted no-vote could nullify any legislative or judicial decree of the State House. The State House could design laws, but the ultimate decision of whether the laws would stand forever rested with the lack of a 40% weighted dissent of the population. The ultimate power of the government had thus been returned to the people. The form of government was summed up in a child's nursery rhyme, "The State will propose, and the people will dispose."

"Is it fair?" Eliana thought, as she pondered the structure of her government. All infants legally become one-year old on the Judgment 1 after their birth. At the age of thirteen, they all become CL-1 and have one vote each. Not much to be sure. Eliana guessed the entire class of CL-1 (all children 13 to 20 years of age) would have less than 1% of the world's vote. But at least they were part of the franchise, and Eliana couldn't think of any ancient country that had opened up voting rights to so young an age group.

At age 21, all children became CL-2 and had two units of voting rights. In the following years, citizens could compete for promotional advancement at Judgment, and one in thirty for each age group and each Level would advance, gaining influence in the society both in voting rights and within their Guild.

"Not a paradise," Eliana thought. "No. Perhaps the closest we've come to it was in the early 8500's. Those were good times..." The society had been vibrant at the time. Abdul Hadi had used his enormous influence to resurrect the space program. There were a set of orbiting research space-stations and lunar bases, and dozens of interstellar probes were being launched each year to the surrounding stars. It was a pure gift to the society's far-future children. The light-burner drives were in their infancy then, and now in 9570 more than 80% of the probes still had not returned. 

After Abdul Hadi's death, the world seemed to drift. By 8700, the last of the lunar bases was abandoned and all funding withdrawn from the interstellar exploration program. The world suffered through centuries of drug abuse and lawlessness, searching for a new morality to cope with growing pains of the new society.

Men and women might live to be 300 to 400 years, but female fertility ended around age seventy, and most women preferred to have their one or two children between thirty to forty years of age. The result was that for the first time in history, people had the opportunity to interact with their ancestors eight to ten generation back, with the older minorities holding much of the weighted voting rights. At times, the system of government seemed designed to maximize generational tension.

"I wonder if the new voting profiles are posted yet." Eliana thought to herself. She opened her eyes and pulled out her laptop and linked to the UGW (unified global web). After a moment of typing a Class population query for her age group, she had the following information on her screen:

Age 27: CL2=96193 CL3=17851 CL4=1380 CL5=57 CL6=1 CL7=0 CL8=1

"Yep, there I am," she thought. After a bit more typing, Eliana pulled up a table on the first ten voting Classes and found that CL8 represented a Class peak in voting rights.

1.17 million CL-1held 0.62% of the vote, average age = 16

3.58 million CL2 held 4.37% of the vote, average age = 52

3.55 million CL3 held 5.63% of the vote, average age = 83

3.38 million CL4 held 7.16% of the vote, average age = 114

3.20 million CL5 held 8.46% of the vote, average age = 144

2.98 million CL6 held 9.48% of the vote, average age = 172

2.73 million CL7 held 10.10% of the vote, average age = 198

2.41 million CL8 held 10.22% of the vote, average age = 219

2.05 million CL9 held 9.77% of the vote, average age = 238

1.66 million CL10 held 8.80% of the vote, average age = 253

Eliana's uniqueness was not due to reaching Command rank as such, 70% of adults would do so in their lifetimes. Her uniqueness was that she had done it so young, passing all six of her annual attempts at Class advancement. People would typically enter command rank around the age 200. For Eliana to do it at age 27 was remarkable.

"I wonder what Amir would think if he knew I just turned 27. He was so respectful, treating me as an elder. I'm likely to be half his age. Would he be happy for me, resentful, would he feel deceived, what..." Eliana frowned. "It would be awkward to tell him. It would seem like boasting."

Her thoughts returned to the world's history. "And then the late 8900's, what a mess that was." For a brief number of decades, the government tried to push against the human genome's designed birth ratio of three females to one male. The negative feedback from the older society was severe, and from both genders. The males resented the thought of the increased competition and their freedom to choose from both monogamous and polygamous marriages. The women still had a sharp collective memory of their eight millennia of enslavement, and greatly resented the possibility of giving up their hard-won 75% majority in voting rights. 

And the artificial gender selection techniques also brought back memories of the horrors of the last time humanity meddled with the human genome, in the thirty years before the War of the Burning Metals. By the year 9000, all official attempts to shift the population gender ratio were cancelled.

Eliana sighed. "Are we in paradise now? The people of Abdul Hadi's time might think so. No major problems, certainly no wars, technology is still advancing, though very slowly, social discontent is at an all-time low. When was the last time I read a news report about vandalism?"

Eliana giggled. "Oh yeah! Four years ago, early 9566, that business at Aleppo, those fake holograms and spoofed news reports about a giant octopus attacking the docks! But that was more hilarious than malicious, playful and artfully done. And the technology! Who would have guessed you could fake a hologram over that large an open area? They had the monster a thousand meters long! Very innovative! It was almost worth the few minor injuries from the evacuation."

The smile faded from her face. "And yet... Are we drifting? Where is our sense of wonder, our yearning to explore? The technology makes life so easy. A typical work-month is fifteen five-hour shifts, and most people don't even work that. There's no need. And yet... We have the technology to explore the universe, have a human presence on Mars for the first time ever. We could be there in five years, maybe a permanent base in eight. What's stopping us? Why don't people care?"

Eliana sighed and stretched and knew she would not find an answer to her question. She glanced back at the sun sinking rapidly to the western horizon. A moment later Amir came and politely escorted her to the pilot cabin.

Chapter 2. New Assignment

Eliana awoke precisely at sunrise, the first rays of the local morning shining into her eyes from her bedroom's eastern windows. She glanced at the clock, 8:58 PM. "Ah," she thought to herself. "It's one thing to have the dry geographic knowledge, to know that Judah's cathedral has its solar noon 8:25 hours earlier than the capital's. It's another matter entirely to expect a date change three hours after sunrise! I wonder if phrases like tomorrow and later today might have different meanings here."

Eliana rose from the bed and checked her communications log before her shower. She was very surprised to see that her scheduled orders to report in had been postponed for 24 hours. For the first time in many months, Eliana had a completely free day ahead of her.

She decided to go to the beach. Her living complex was only a few hundred meters from the north shore of Judah, and the views of the sand and the surf from her windows reminded her of her childhood and looked just too good to pass up. So she put on a bikini and headed out shortly after eating breakfast, reminding herself to be sure to pick up some sunscreen lotion on the way.

The beach was delightful, fine white sand gently sloping to a warm and pristine tropical ocean. The local beach was a family beach, and there were a number of preschool children playing nearby at the surf's edge. Eliana read a sign which told her that ten kilometers further west was a beach meant for CL1's seeking dates, and then a similar beach for adults, and beyond that a beach where public copulation was permitted. The sign finished by informing Eliana that nudity was permitted on the family beach, but people were asked to refrain from all sexual behavior while naked, including simple petting.

The rules suited Eliana just fine. She felt no immediate need for male companionship. She jogged the beach eastward for more than an hour, an easy loping gait of three-minute kilometers. After a while the township was far behind her and she ran admiring the undisturbed wild shore. At the end of her jog, she spent some time practicing Tai Chi in a deserted cove, and then sprinted back to town at full power, finishing her morning exercise with an energetic swim in the warm ocean. Afterwards she chatted with several of the parents at the beach, mostly mothers with a few fathers, and spent the rest of the time before lunch helping a group of small and mostly unclothed children build a sand castle. 

By the time January 2 arrived, the sun was at an altitude of about 40 degrees and Eliana guessed its azimuth about 13 degrees south of due east. The island of Judah was close to 21 degrees south of the equator, but this close to the southern summer solstice, the sun was even further south and would be almost directly overhead at 3:39 AM later this new morning. After six years of living with the much less potent sunlight of Bandar Arenas, Eliana decided not to push her luck with the sunscreen and headed back to her living complex. She spent the rest of the easy day touring the city while keeping in the shade, and meeting a few of her new neighbors. She posted a few notes to her family in the local evening and sacked out early, feeling more relaxed than she had been in a very long time.




The Preacher's Daughter



At 11 PM UCT on January 2, Eliana finally reported to her military superior at Judah's primary cathedral complex. She was startled to find her placement interview had been redirected to a Governor, a CL-16 Priest named Zaafir, someone with much higher rank than she was expecting. After a formal but friendly exchange of introductions in his spacious office, Zaafir began the placement interview with a totally unexpected question.

"Commander, have you ever considered applying for Conservation Ranger?"

Eliana blinked. "Sir? No sir, not for years." She thought about saying more, but then decided to let Zaafir take the lead.

"You've met all the academic requirements, excellent marks too. Why such a concentration?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir. Ecological studies were a childhood passion for me."

Zaafir nodded quickly. "And your military survival courses are acceptable substitutes for Ranger field requirements. Your qualification is almost complete. Did you know the six-month journey-test is the only credential you lack for permanent Ranger certification?"

"Uh, dimly I guess." Eliana finally forced herself to smile. "Sir, may I ask where these questions portend?"

He didn't answer directly. "Ever heard of a place called Treraksroset?"

"Treraksroset?" Eliana paused for a moment. "No. I'm guessing from the sound, ancient Scandinavia?"

"Wow, you are good! Yes, the name refers to the location where three ancient countries used to meet, Sweden, Norway, and Finland."

"Uh huh. And what's there now sir?"

"Well, the environment is still there of course. Plus a new two-person Ranger station. The Animal Conservation Guild at Cairo has been asking the military for months if we had any volunteers to join a Ranger cadet applying for full certification. What do you think of the idea?"

"Not what I was expecting sir, that's for sure. But I don't want to reject the idea outright. Let me think for a moment." Eliana paused and considered what the assignment would mean, six months of isolation in an arctic wilderness area. The assignment would not be particularly physically difficult or dangerous. Modern Ranger stations were state-of-the-art facilities. The six-month field assignment was in large part of psychological test, determining the candidate's ability to handle the isolation and the relationship with their single partner.

"What's the Citizen Level of the other candidate sir? Can you tell me how old she is?"

"A high achiever I think, like you. Wait. I take that back. You're in a class by yourself." Zaafir typed at his terminal. "Made CL-6 just two years ago, Judgment of 9568. So you'd be in command of the station." More typing... "Thirty-six years old now." Zaafir paused for a moment and then finished with, "His name is Basel."

Eliana stared at him. "A man sir?! You're asking me to live isolated with a man I don't know for six months?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"I might." Eliana took a deep breath. "I guess I was being presumptuous, but aren't Rangers almost always female?"

"Well, not always..." More typing... "Worldwide there are currently 983 certified Rangers... about 96% female... almost 4% male."

"And aren't the male Rangers the husbands of female Rangers?" 

Zaafir paused for a moment. "I'd have to query personnel files to answer that, and I'm reluctant to do that without a real need. But I'll concede your point. It's very rare for a man not married to a Ranger to apply for the job."

He sighed and then looked Eliana in the eyes. "But don't you think it's unfair that Basel is having trouble with his certification just because he's a guy?"

Eliana felt bewildered. This placement interview was going in a totally unexpected direction. "Well... Yeah, probably. Sir, I support full gender equality, I really do. But why is this particular issue a military concern?"

Zaafir nodded. "Uh huh. I was wondering when we would come to that." He took a deep breath and then frowned. "The Holy! Something unusual happens and nobody seems to care!"

"Sir?"

"About 48 hours ago, a meteorite landed in the Treraksroset area, from the tracking telemetry right on top of the station."

"Wow! What did the station report?"

"It's not turned on yet. That's part of the certification testing. But I was speaking in metaphor. There's nothing to suggest the station itself was hit. But we did have a meteor strike close by. Or at least we should have."

"Should have sir?"

Zaafir sighed. "There was a major snow storm in the area at the time. We lost satellite visuals at about 10,000 meters."

"Uh huh. And radar?"

"The blip came in so fast, we didn't have the chance to align the radar satellites. We have a visual sighting only."

"Oh. Have you identified the impact point?"

"No, and that's what's bothering me. Unfortunately it's not bothering anyone else."

"Sir?"

"The storm cleared a few hours after impact. There was a standard sweep of the area, radar and infrared. Absolutely nothing."

"What about visuals?"

"There's not much. The area is in 24-hour darkness now."

"Oh of course. Sorry sir."

Zaafir shrugged. "The military Priesthood Governors officially voted to ignore the event."

"But not you sir?"

"I don't like mysteries, and the lack of an impact crater is gnawing on me."

"Well, how big was it? Could it have skipped out of the atmosphere?"

"Ah, good point. It was coming in at a very shallow angle. But no, it didn't skip. It definitely landed somewhere. Size? A few meters across maybe, five at most."

"Ah, well, something that small, maybe it burned up in the atmosphere."

"That's the official conclusion. But we tracked it down to 10,000 meters, and there was no sign of disintegration up till then."

"Ah... A lot of snow in the area sir?"

"Yes, quite deep."

"Perhaps it struck and caused an avalanche that buried the impact site."

"Other people are very comfortable with that explanation. There was no trace on the infrared scans though. Avalanches generate a lot of frictional energy."

Eliana paused for a long moment. "Then that would be my assignment sir? To find a buried impact crater?" In some sense, the mission sounded quite ridiculous, and Eliana had to stop herself from laughing.

"Well, once you're up there, I hope you'll stick it out and let the other cadet get certified. But it would be good for your credentials too. You'd be a full Ranger, with permanent legal rights to be in any conservation area in the world. That's about half the land mass of the planet."

"Yes, I know." Eliana sighed. "And that does have a certain appeal sir. But committing myself to live with a man I don't know for six months? Do I have any other choices for assignment?"

Zaafir nodded and then laughed and pointed to a pile of papers nearby. "Are you joking? I have over four dozen requests from around the world with proposals for you, both Priesthood and Guild. Eliana, you have a huge number of choices. You can go in any direction you want. I brought up the Ranger position because of the meteor. Cairo doesn't see it as a Conservation issue, and the military has decided to drop it. If you decide against it, I'll have to drop the issue too."

"I see. How long until I have to decide sir?"

Zaafir sighed. "I'd like to give you all the time you want. But I'm going to catch hellfire very soon for not having someone work these other proposals with you."

Eliana nodded. "I understand... Would a couple of hours be okay?"

Her superior looked at her gratefully. "That would be very okay. Thank you for considering this." He looked at the time. "Report back here by 2 AM."

"Yes sir." They exchanged crisp salutes and Eliana left the office.

Eliana wandered about the cathedral complex for a while, stopping briefly at a cafeteria for an excellent lunch. Afterwards she was walking a deserted corridor towards the main Sanctuary when she saw a heavy wooden side door leading to a meditation chapel. An etched plaque by the door announced the chapel was reserved for Command Class and above. Eliana almost passed it by before stopping and laughing at herself.

Her ID clicked the door open and she entered a small oval hall with a domed oval ceiling. The room was in the shape of half an egg. There were perhaps a dozen plush meditation chairs before an abstract altar at the other wider end of the oval. The altar was made of multiple large smooth crystal prisms washed with trickles of water and lit from below by a variety of slowly moving blue lights at the bottom of a pool. The prisms reflected and sparkled and threw peaceful arcs of bluish light onto the dark curving wood above. As her eyes adjusted to the reduced light, Eliana decided that the effect was quite beautiful and closed the door behind her. As a Priestess, she rested her body into a soft leather chair and silently began to Pray.

"My Holy, so great and good and kind, your child needs your guidance. Help me make this decision, help me make a good choice, help me become what you want me to be."

The room was delightfully silent except for the gentle sound of the water falling off the prisms. Eliana tried to relax her body, but her mind was in turmoil.

"I'm so shy!" she wailed in her mind. "I can work and serve and command with men, I'm just fine there, but socially?! Oh Holy, I get so nervous! Six months alone with a man?! How can I do this?! So many of my age mates are married now, Batshir and Liraz are even planning for children! And I feel like such an awkward duck around men at parties. How will I act, how will I feel living in such isolation? I don't know which would be worse, worrying that he thinks I'm pretty, or worrying that he thinks I'm not. Eliana, stop that! That's not a Prayer!"

She took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "My Holy, love of my heart. You are the potter, I am the clay. Guide me, mold me, help me become what you want me to be..."

And the time passed in the quiet room. Eventually Eliana felt her body relax as she made her decision, all her tension and worry being drained by her loving Guide. It was Eliana's faith that this was a sure sign of making a good decision. Not necessary a right decision. She thought that often the boundaries between decisions are not as simple as right and wrong. But Eliana felt deep peace now and knew she was had picked a good path. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she whispered in her mind. "Your guided child is extremely grateful."

Her eyes opened. She still had a little time but saw no need to delay. Eliana got up and stretched and headed back to Zaafir's office.

Chapter 3. Cold Start

Time: January 7, 9570 5:54 AM UCT

"It was a good idea, Commander. I thought we were going to find the problem here too."

Eliana stared at the dead consoles in front of her and replied back to her companion, "Basel, please log that command flow appears to be working, and that the problem appears to be internal to the fusion unit." She paused for a moment in the super-frigid room as Basel spoke into his suit's audio log and then asked him, "Any ideas?"

"Is there much else we can do? These packs are sealed assemblies. The Fusion Guild would go nuts if we opened one up."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting that. Clean-lab-only for breaking fusion seals, I know the standards."

"Commander, I suggest we concentrate on getting our communications up. Maybe we can call Sidon for advice."

"Without main power, getting the satellite link up will take an hour..." Eliana frowned. "As a last resort perhaps. And I don't know what the fusion e-techs could tell us that we don't already know."

"Well, not just Sidon. We could ask to be evacuated."

"Oh, getting tired of my company already huh?" Eliana was trying to make a joke, but realized she was so tired it probably didn't sound that way. She tried to soften her voice and said, "Basel, part of the certification testing is not asking for help."

Eliana thought she heard Basel give a humph noise through his arctic survival suit. He came over and shined a light on a dark display by her side. "It's -59C in here! We'll have an even harder time getting certified if we're frozen to death!"

Eliana humphed back. "You're the one with the physics background! The prime power pack is supposed to be self-starting! Come up with something!"

"Acknowledged Commander! Working on it now!" Basel stomped over to the non-responsive power core and stood before it motionless.

Eliana thought his move was more to get away from her than to do anything constructive. "Oh hell," she thought. "Did I really have to talk like that? I came close to snapping at him! We've been at this for what, close to six hours now, and he's still looking to me for leadership. Well, not that he wants to..." Eliana sighed and thought again how tired she was, in addition to being numb from the super cold. Her arctic suit had superb insulation and the active heaters were protecting her from serious frostbite, but her tired mind and cold body were demanding that she take a nap, and that just wasn't possible now.

The last few days had been a whirlwind of activity. Zaafir had her flying a jump jet to Cairo less than 24 hours after she accepted her assignment. There was a huge amount of paperwork to go through to have Eliana become a registered member of the Animal Conservation Guild, and it was done in a rushed manner. Eliana later found out from Basel that a number of the construction Guilds that had built the Ranger station were furious with the Cairo Guild. They said it was not in their design requirements that the station would be left inactive and unpowered for so long in such a super cold environment. They were threatening to void their warranties.

Basel! Eliana wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but Basel certainly wasn't it. In general, men typically had an easy time socializing with women. Men could expect frequent offers for dating throughout their lives, sometimes from a single woman looking for a date, but more often from a pair of women who were interested in polygamy or often just a sexual tryst without any commitment at all. Eliana would sometimes laugh to herself as a child and wonder how ideal the men must think the setup was. But ten minutes after dropping in to introduce herself at Cairo, Eliana decided Basel was just as shy about socializing with the opposite sex as she was.

And here they were now, six hours into their 180-day test and off to a very difficult start. They were on Level-2 of the four-level station, one level below ground in a ten-meter diameter circular area filled with the central controls of the station. The only light was from their arctic suits plus an extra battery light Basel had brought down from Level-4 storage around 2 AM. At midnight when the jump jet had lifted off, they had both been expecting to climb down the access ladder and simply turn the station on and sack out in toasty comfort a few hours later.

Eliana stared at the back of her companion. "And he clearly was not expecting to be the subordinate member of the team. Give him some credit for adjusting to that."

The thought reminded Eliana how quickly she decided to accept this assignment without thinking of the practical implications. Ranger was a lifelong certification, but the Conservation Guilds had an age requirement of fifty years maximum for applying for the job. They had found through long experience that the older applicants as a group did not stay with the job.

"The Holy," thought Eliana. "I'm not considering this to be a permanent career either. And Basel! As a CL6 he was almost guaranteed to get a junior citizen as a partner, not a Commander. Eliana, you know the social norms. As a commander, how many women would be tempted to dominate Basel in a setup like this, perhaps even sexually dominate him? I'm not going to, but he doesn't know my character yet. Hell! I can't remember ever mucking up a leadership role this badly."

"Commander?"

"Huh?" Eliana turned to her partner. "Yes Basel?"

"What if it's not the power pack? I'm thinking your first idea might still be correct."

"It's not getting the command to turn on?"

"Yeah."

Eliana waved her arm at the disassembled control panel. "But we're getting strong output from the signaling lasers."

"Commander, strong doesn't mean correct. What if the cold is deforming the optics?"

"What? Oh! You think the power core is getting blurred commands?"

Basel shrugged, the gesture barely visible in the dim light and super-bulky clothing. "It's possible Commander. I've never heard of anyone trying to dead-jump a power pack this cold. Prime units are normally left on from the moment they leave Sidon assembly." He pointed to a control unit nearby. "That booster battery there is Sidon factory issue. I think it was meant to keep the power pack warm, but it's completely drained."

Eliana nodded. "Do we have enough reserve to warm the pack ourselves?"

"It's not obvious. Almost all the batteries in the station are uncharged. I was lucky to find something for the extra lights. I think it was a fluke."

"Yes, that's part of our certification, charging everything from the fusion pack, I know. Basel?"

"Yes Commander?"

"I apologize for being short with you before. Your concern for our safety is completely valid. What do you want to do?"

"Huh?" He looked at her for a long moment. "About evacuation? Really?"

"Yep. You understand the engineering here better than I do, and thus the risks. You make the call."

"I'd be inclined to..." He stared at her for a moment. "You don't want to give up, do you Commander?"

"No. But Basel, I'm feeling so sleepy, I don't want to trust my judgment anymore, not where I might get us killed."

Basel stared at her. "Wow..."

Eliana was silent for a moment and then blinked. "Huh? Wow? Wow what?"

"I never... Oh, nothing..." More silence. "Commander, I know you're the person in charge, know you'll take all the demerits if we give up. Let me take another shot at this."

"Okay. Need any help?"

"I'll let you know sir." And he turned and began working with the hardware.

"Sir?" thought Eliana silently. "Did he just call me sir? That was the first time! Thank you Basel. I know what that means, for a man to call a woman sir. I'm just not sure how I've earned your respect."

And the time passed. About thirty minutes later, they made a complete sweep of the station and found a partially charged battery in the medical bay on Level-3. They both worked to free it from a medical unit. There was a fair bit of predawn light coming in from the southern windows. Eliana made a comment that the dawn looked almost here.

"It is almost here," Basel agreed. "But it's not going to get here, not today. I think the sun was due south at around 6 AM today UCT, about two degrees below the horizon. That's as close as it gets for now. This time of day, it skims horizontal just below the horizon."

Eliana nodded. "I know what you mean. I've lived at Bandar Arenas for the last six years."

"Ah, a capital girl, huh?"

"Yeah, that's me." They were soon back down in the Level-2 darkness working on the primary system.

Eliana stood near Basel as he worked, adding the light from her survival suit to his. There was nothing else for her to do as he worked. She occasionally clapped her arms and hands to keep warm.

After a time she looked down and saw her suit was the only light source for the room. "Basel, is your suit functioning okay?"

"Almost... got it! Brrrrrr!" Eliana heard his teeth chatter, and then the room became blindingly bright with light. Basel called out happily. "We're on-line! Prime pack now delivering one hundred kilowatts usable power!" He stood up and jumped up and down to get his blood flowing.

As Eliana's eyes adjusted to the light, she saw wires from Basel's suit leading into the heating assembly. "You were heating the power pack with your suit?!"




The Preacher's Daughter



"Oh, we were so close. Yeah. Should I have asked your permission Commander?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that. Great job Basel!"

"Thanks!"

"What are you doing with the power now?"

"Well, except for the lights here, I'm sending everything into environmental heating. We should be adding enough energy to raise the air temperature of the station 1C every ten seconds or so. It'll take a bit longer to heat everything else of course."

"Basel, what's your suit's charge?"

"It's drained Commander."

"Plug in and recharge."

"Not a bad idea." A few seconds after he hooked up, he asked, "How's your own charge Commander?"

"Uh," Eliana glanced at a display within her hood. "I'm okay, still at 69%."

"Hand me your leads. I'll top you off."

"Okay, thanks..." Eliana breathed a big sigh of relief as she felt the extra surge of power warming the heating elements in her suit. They still had a huge amount of work to do to certify the station, including energizing the larger but not self-starting secondary fusion packs. But it seemed the hard part was over. Eliana felt her body wobbling a bit as their success and the extra heat helped her relax.

"Basel, mind if I sit down?"

"No, not at all. The chairs are still super cold, but with you plugged into main power like this you should be okay."

"Yeah, thanks."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Days ago."

"That's what I thought. The Cairo Guild is crazy sometimes. They do that to their new members. Why don't we start a sleep rotation, you first?"

"Really? You don't know how good that sounds." Eliana gave a deep yawn. Basel wheeled over a command chair and pushed it almost into a full recline position. Eliana collapsed into it gratefully.

"You don't mind?" she said sleepily.

"Oh, I'll be okay. I'll do the first four hours of the startup procedures. Then we'll change places."

Eliana yawned peacefully and nodded, unable to keep her eyes open. "Wake me if you need help with anything."

"Of course Commander." Basel stood there wondering if she had heard him. She was rapidly drifting off. He watched her sleep for several minutes before getting back to work. It was six hours later that Eliana woke and traded places with him.

Chapter 4. First Touch

Two days later...

Time January 9, 9570 8 PM UCT

Eliana woke refreshed in her cozy bedroom on Level-1. The space was small and the large bed took up almost half the room. Eliana knew the conventions. This was her only private space in the station, just as an identical room on the opposite side of Level-1 was Basel's only private space. The two had a plan to have breakfast at 9 PM, and Eliana had a free hour till then.

Eliana knew the specs of modern Ranger stations, but she thought she didn't appreciate how spacious they were until now. Level-1 was the circular living area with an interior radius over six meters, an intentionally spacious contrast to the five-meter interior radii of the other three Levels. As with Level-2 station control, the living area had generous three-meter ceilings. The ground-floor Level-3 had a five-meter ceiling and the observation dome Level-4 was even more impressive, three-meter vertical walls topped by a hemisphere, providing a majestic eight-meters of head room at the center of the dome. In Eliana's opinion, the best feature of Level-4 was the ability to turn all or any part of the dome and vertical walls opaque or crystal transparent. There was also a well-equipped exercise area there, and earlier before bed she had a wonderful time working out in just leotards under a dome of cold winter stars.

Except for the exercise area in the observation dome, Level-1 was their principal living area. Besides the two bedrooms, there were compact but fully-equipped bathroom and galley-kitchen, a dining / recreation area, two small desk areas, a two-person sofa and two very plush lounge chairs near a state-of-the-art multi-media center. As part of their satellite communications certification, they had verified their links to the world's commercial holographic channels.

Below the living area was Level-0, a self-contained plant recycling air and 64 cubic meters of drinkable water. The technology for Level-0 had been adapted from the era of lunar bases. It was extremely tough and long-lasting, and Basel and Eliana had no expectation of ever having to service the machinery.

Eliana turned on a light in her bedroom as she woke and smiled. She was dressed in just her thermal pajamas and thinking how easy it would be to live a decadent life here. By common agreement, she and Basel had decided to keep the station between 16C and 17C, and as she wiggled her bare feet under her single blanket, she found the mild coolness delightful.

They had the power to keep the station at whatever temperature they liked. It was superbly insulated, and they had one megawatt of power at their disposal, 100 kW from their prime fusion pack, 600 kW from twin secondary packs, and 300 kW from the CAT, a versatile two-person rover with a self contained fusion engine that was currently plugged into central power.

The Ranger station was extremely well constructed, meeting full lunar standards. Normal operating mode was to run completely sealed with the Level-0 machinery purifying the air. The outside could magically turn into a hard vacuum, and Eliana and Basel would still be fine anywhere in the station, including the adjacent CAT garage that connected to Level-3.

There was no particular need to keep watches. Local solar noon would occur around 6 AM UCT at their station's longitude, and they both decided to center their sleep periods at the opposite side of the day, from 4 PM to 8 PM.

Eliana's thoughts turned to Basel. They had had a very busy in the past two days bringing the station up to full functionality. Eliana thought she couldn't be happier how she and Basel were coming together as a team. Over the last few days, they had developed an enormous respect for each other's abilities, and Eliana was touched by how many small offers of kindness he had extended to her. He would log all his certification work but leave it to Eliana to transmit the reports, giving her the opportunity to take the primary credit. In actuality, she was doing exactly the opposite, being truthful and grading him as exemplary in his accomplishments.

"I shouldn't be surprised," Eliana thought. "Zaafir make a comment of Basel being a high achiever, didn't he?" She took her laptop from the nightstand and began typing a simple UGW query, lying prone with her legs bent and her bare feet held loosely in the air above her thighs. A few moments later she had the following information on her screen.

Age 34: CL2=76953 CL3=30941 CL4=5742 CL5=651 CL6=50 CL7=3

Age 35: CL2=74538 CL3=32275 CL4=6488 CL5=803 CL6=68 CL7=4       Age 36: CL2=72200 CL3=33495 CL4=7252 CL5=972 CL6=90 CL7=6

"There's Basel," she thought. "In 9568, he made CL6 when he turned 34. One of fifty in what, a population well over a hundred thousand. He really is your peer Eliana, a high-end achiever. Don't go snooty on him just because he's CL6 and you're CL8." Eliana couldn't stop herself though. She probed the data and found that after herself, the next youngest Commander was 38 years old.

There was a polite knock on her door. "Commander?"

"Oh, hi Basel! I'm decent. Come on in." Eliana turned her head to smile at him.

The door opened and Basel stood in the archway, returning her smile but then looking a little sheepish. Eliana suddenly realized why. She was dressed in close-hugging thermal pajamas and presenting her very clearly defined rump to Basel, lying with her legs raised up in a position commonly understood to be a female request for rear-mounted coitus. Eliana coughed and blushed deeply and turned to sit on the side of bed. "Oops, sorry," she whispered, and then in a clear voice, "Hi! Good morning. What's up?"

"That's okay," he whispered back, and then in a normal voice. "I saw network traffic on the monitor upstairs. I knew you were up Commander. I was wondering if you'd like to review my suggestions for today's duty roster." He gestured to his laptop was under his arm.

"Sure, that would be fine." There was no place else to sit in the room, so Eliana patted the bed by her side. Basel quickly sat down next to her on her left, and then stiffened a bit as their bodies touched, wondering if he was sitting too close.

"No, this is fine," Eliana mumbled as she took his laptop and opened it, supporting it on both her left thigh and his right. "What's our plan?"

Eliana could feel Basel trembling a bit, and thought he was both enjoying the experience and shy about having their bodies touch like this. As a Priestess she was a well-trained councilor, with years of medical training in reading emotional states. Underneath the nervousness Eliana could sense Basel's deep pleasure at having her pajama-clad body against his, and Eliana had to stop herself from putting her arm around him in an expression of returned affection.

After a moment he took a deep breath and pointed to his display. "Well, the station itself is now completely set up. I thought the highlight for today might be to start taking the CAT out for its certification runs. I thought we could make a short run starting around 5 AM. See here? Predawn twilight will run from 3:21 AM tomorrow with the sun's azimuth at 143 degrees, to 8:43 AM with the sun's azimuth at 217 degrees. That's our time window when the sun will be six degrees or less below the horizon."

Eliana laughed. "Yes, I'm familiar with the concept of twilight."

"Oh, sorry Commander! I didn't mean to condescend."

"Huh? Oh Basel, no. I wasn't complaining, just being playful."

"Really, I apologize. Sometimes when I'm nervous, I start run my words and talk too much."

"I haven't noticed, not at all." Eliana decided to take a chance and butted her head gently against his shoulder, and then looked up and smiled at him. She could feel her own shyness within her being overwhelmed by a fierce and unexpected desire to be playful.

Basel shyly smiled back. "You're very... Uh, you're very kind Commander."

"Hah! What was your first word?"

"Uh, I'd rather not say." He was giving her a big grin back.

"Perfect!" thought Eliana. "Now's the time to bring this up!"

"Basel," she said out loud, "before we get into planning, can we talk about our command structure?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah sure. What's on your mind Commander?"

"Well, for one thing, the title Commander. I know the world is holding me in charge here, but between us, can we be equals?"

Basel sat still for a moment, and then his eyes went wide. "You're serious, aren't you? You don't want me to report to you?"

"Actually, I'd rather we treated each other as peers."

"What about an emergency situation?"

"Oh, good point! You're way ahead of me. If the emergency is of a military nature, and I can't imagine us having one of those, let me command. My training there is vast. But if it's an engineering emergency, and that one I can imagine us having, Basel, take control. I'll obey your instructions. And for everything else, let's just plan together."

Basel stared at her. "Commander, that sounds... that sounds wonderful! Thank you! I don't know what else to say!"

Eliana butted his shoulder again and laughed. "I do! Will you call me Eliana?"

Basel gave her a very shy smile back and then nodded his head vigorously. They returned to planning their day. Eliana found herself working to keep a lid on how happy she was feeling. A short while later she was in their common shower washing up before breakfast.

"I can't believe how much I've changed," she thought as she lathered the soap across herself in the hot sprays. "Was I worrying just a few days ago at Judah, whether I would be upset if he thought I was pretty? He does think I'm pretty! His body responses are so classic, maybe even a bit of an erection as we sat this morning. He does think I'm pretty! And my heart is singing with the joy of it!" Eliana dried off and dressed and went to find what Basel had prepared for breakfast.

Chapter 5. First Date

Three days later...

Time: January 12, 9570 1 PM UCT

Eliana had a few minutes to go in her forty-minute run on the ellipse trainer when she saw Basel climb the ladder and join her in the Level-4 exercise area. He was dressed in workout clothing, thin and tight. His outfit was similar to Eliana's leotards but with bare legs and arms, and Eliana caught her breath as she admired his masculine form. "Excellent physical shape," she thought. "He's so handsome! Why didn't I see this the first time we met?"

"Hi Basel!" she called out loud.

"Hi Eliana!" Basel looked around the domed room in wonder. The entire dome and vertical-wall area was covered by a super-realistic hologram. It looked as if they were standing in the middle of a wild noontime forest. "I saw the sunlight in the ladder-well and couldn't understand what was going on. This is fabulous!"

"Yes! A beautiful surprise, isn't it?"

Basel nodded and walked over to a control console. After a moment he called out, "It's programmable! Wow! I could have a lot of fun playing with this, maybe even add some animation!"

Eliana laughed back. "Yes! We could be at Aleppo eating lobster by the docks and meet the giant octopus!" She was puzzled to see Basel stiffen for a moment, and then he relaxed.

"Uh, yeah, if you want... I see you like the ellipse trainer too!"

"Yep, it's my favorite." Her timed period ended. She jumped off and said, "Here! It's all yours."

"Hey, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Get off just because I want it."

"What? I'm not. My run just ended." She smiled playfully. "I have proof! You can check the exercise log!"

"Hey, I..." A worried looking Basel suddenly realized Eliana was grinning at him and he smiled back.

"You were saying?" she teased.

"Yeah. I think I was going to say, Hey, I have to remember how playful you are sometimes."

"Uh huh."

"Maybe we should complain to the Guild, complain their hologram present was not enough, demand they put two ellipse trainers in every station."

"Oh, absolutely! There's no reason we should have to share. Uh, Basel, want some company while you work out?"

"Sure, that'd be great! Just remember who's cooking dinner tonight."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten."

There was a mat area near the center of the dome. Eliana did some splits and deep stretching and then a number of basic martial arts moves, practicing slow-motion block-kick-block-counterpunch combinations, a few judo rolls, and then finishing with her favorite Tai Chi. Near the end she heard Basel sighing deeply on the trainer.

She turned to him. "You okay?"

"Your form..." whispered Basel. "It's so beautiful."

Eliana sighed back. It was Basel's first direct comment about her appearance and she felt quite touched by it. She thought for a moment, and realized she didn't know if he meant her martial arts form or the feminine shape of her body in the tight leotards. Eliana wasn't too sure what men thought of her face, but she thought she had an attractive figure, pleasantly proportioned, very fit and a bit curvier than most. "Thank you," she whispered back, and then more loudly, "Uh, time to get dinner going!" She headed for the ladder.

"What's on the menu?" Basel called out.

"A surprise! You like hot and spicy?"

"Oh, my favorite!"

She laughed. "Great!"

"Uh, Eliana?" Basel called out after she was partway down the ladder, only her head and shoulders above floor level.

"Yeah?"

"After dinner, you want to... oh, play a board game or listen to music or something?"

"Sure! Both sound nice. Let's just see if you survive my cooking first!" And so saying, her head disappeared from view.

Eliana was surprised how excited she was during dinner. Her stomach felt tied in knots and she barely noticed the taste of her own cooking, though she was very happy that Basel obviously enjoyed her efforts. After cleanup, they both drifted to the game table in the small recreation area. Basel made a gesture, and Eliana opened the computer log and looked at the game menu.

"There's a huge selection here. What's your pleasure, pure strategy, mostly chance, or something combination like backgammon? Feeling lucky tonight?"

Eliana gulped. Her last question also had a vulgar slang meaning. She had just asked Basel if he thought he was going to have sex with her tonight. She looked timidly in his eyes. He was shaking his head slowly no, but his eyes were full of kindness.

"Sorry." she whispered. "Basel?"

"You are so amazing."

"Oh? How so?"

"You remind me of The Preacher Man."

"Huh? What? I do?"

"Yeah, the First Tower. Ilias made this wonderful observation when he first met Abigail, about how can a woman be so soft and so strong at the same time. His comment reminds me of you."

"It does?"

"Yeah. Your accomplishments, your dedication, your competitive spirit, you are so sharp, and all your abilities orbit such a gentle core. Eli, you amaze me."

"Eli?" Eliana whispered. "I haven't been Eli since my twelfth year. Only my grandmother calls me Eli now."

"Ah. Do you mind?"

"No... I don't think I mind at all..." Eliana gulped and felt herself trembling. "Wow. I didn't think I'd be this nervous."

Basel nodded. "Yeah. I'm feeling shy too, shy with a whole bunch of other stuff trying to burst through."

Eliana nodded back. "I know, I feel it too, and it frightens me a bit in this set-up. I don't want to move too fast. Ranger history is filled with stories of teams becoming their own worst enemies... Murderous enemies..."

"Oh, I know it. That's what these tests are all about. Maybe we should stick with strategy for tonight, leave luck for a later day."

Eliana nodded. "A good idea." She took a deep breath. "So! Strategy it is. Let's see... There's a huge selection here, thousands of games, everything from primary-school up to Jamgo."

"Oh, I love Jamgo!" Basel replied. "Do you play?"

"I'm a ranked player," Eliana batted her eyes sweetly.

"Yikes, really?! Well, let's give it a try anyway!"

"Okay!"

Eliana brought up the image of the Jamgo board. A distant cousin of the ancient game of Go, Jamgo was played in a 13 x 13 x 13 holographic cube, and the object was to encapsulate 3-D regions of space. As a move, a player could insert an offensive stone, insert a defensive stone, or flip the status of an owned stone from one mode to the other. Opposing stones could also be captured with rules vaguely similar to the ancient Go game.

Eliana let Basel go first. After the first twenty moves, she decided his play looked weird, and in kindness she held back on her play a bit so the score wouldn't be too lopsided. At move 48, she suddenly gasped as she realized her whole position had been underpinned and was about to fall apart. And then Basel shocked her by offering a draw.

"A draw?! You can't be serious!"

"Sure I can. You were just being sweet Eli, trying to keep the game interesting, and I suckered you into letting your guard down. I don't want to win a game this way. Let's start over."

Eliana sighed as she studied her position. "Having this mess disappear does have a certain appeal to it. Okay! To the death on the next one Basel!"

"Okay! No mercy!"

Eliana pushed the reset button and the next game started out along conventional lines. On move 53, the pattern was set for classic gambit called the poisoned helix and Eliana offered it. She was somewhat surprised when Basel made a completely unexpected move. She shook her head in disbelief. The whole right flank of his primary sector was about to crumble.

"Basel, I know we said no mercy, but do you want to take your move back?"

"Nope. This is my secret recipe."

"Huh?" Eliana studied the board closely for several minutes. "My Holy! It's a counter gambit to the poisoned helix! Where did this come from?!"




The Preacher's Daughter



"I wish I could take full credit, but it's mostly from a computer program I wrote as a teenager. The code found a pivot point that unwinds the helix."

"It did, huh? And what should I do, accept or decline?"

"You should decide Commander."

"Ah, right. No mercy, yes..."

Eliana studied the board intensely. Declining the counter gambit looked even more terrifying than accepting it. She decided to take the plunge, and it wasn't until forty moves later that she resigned. "Time to put myself out of my misery Basel."

"Excellent game Eliana." He offered to shake hands. "You walked into my one strength. I think in most games you'll have me."

Eliana accepted the handshake. "Oh, I don't know about that. You could easily compete with the ranked players. Basel, your counter-gambit, will you tell me now? Should I have declined?"

"No."

"Uh, no what? No, I should not have declined, or no you're not going to tell me?"

"No as in don't decline the counter gambit. That path is a quick suicide."

"Then my position was hopeless even at move 53?"

Basel frowned. "I'm not sure. There's a place five moves later where you can make a very non-obvious move and push the position into something incredibly chaotic." He looked at the board. "Want me to show you?"

Eliana yawned. "Oh, that's very kind of you, and I do want to know. But perhaps..."

"Another time?"

Eliana yawned again and nodded.

"Want to sack out?"

"Well..." Eliana suddenly felt herself blushing. "Almost... Want to listen to some music first?"

"Sure!"

Eliana stood undecided for a moment as Basel fiddled with the sound system, finally remembering her favorite motto, "When in doubt, be bold!" and chose the two-person sofa rather than the separate lounge chairs. Her boldness was rewarded by a beaming smile from Basel as he came and sat by her side. A beautiful and famous melody softly filled the room, mournful yet profoundly relaxing.

"Recognize this?" Basel said playfully.

Eliana chuckled. "Abdul Hadi and Hadassa, one of their last ballets, Evening's Loneliness. It was written a month after Dodi's death."

Basel nodded and closed his eyes. "It's an original recording by Hadassa. I love her flute. She floats above the harp like pure air."

Eliana nodded and closed her eyes too and lost herself in the music. After a while she rested her head against his warm shoulder and sighed happily when he rested his head lightly against hers. She felt him tremble, and she sighed again and murmured, "A perfect ending to a perfect day..."

"Hmm..." Basel sighed in agreement and then brushed her soft hair against his cheek and kissed the top of her head.

"A kiss!" Eliana thought. "He kissed me!" She snuggled her head into his shoulder in appreciation.

"Eli..."

"Yeah?"

"I feel so many emotions, excited and happy and nervous, all at the same time."

Eliana let out a long ragged sigh. "It's the same for me..."

"And I'm feeling so embarrassed... How I worried..."

"Hmm? Worried about what?"

"Well, when we first met, back in Cairo."

Eliana lifted her head and kissed his cheek and then returned her head to his shoulder, her eyes open. "Yes, I remember. You were okay Basel, just a little nervous. I had forgotten... What were you nervous about?"

"Well, you I guess."

"Me?"

"Well, you know..."

"Huh?"

"Well, you know..."

"Basel, know what?"

"Oh Eli, I'm so embarrassed about the fears I had."

"You don't have them now, do you?"

"Oh no."

"Do you trust me?"

"Now? Yes I do. Completely."

Eliana nodded and pressed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes again. "And I trust you completely. I want to lower all my defenses Basel. Let you see the complete me, the strong and the weak."

"You have no weaknesses Eli. You're wonderful."

"No weaknesses?" she whispered back. "Basel, that's not possible for anyone. But I promise, I will have no defenses with you. I will let you see the complete me, all my hopes and fears. I will show you the shy Priestess who gets knots in her stomach when you ask her for a date. I will show you the flirting militia girl who likes to tease and work out in front of you in sexy leotards. I will to show you The Holy's child and all the warts on her soul. We all have them, and I will keep my defenses lowered and let you see mine. I promise."

The time passed, the soft music filling the room. After a while Eliana realized Basel was crying and she put her arms around him and hugged him. "Basel, trust me. What were you afraid of?"

"Oh, this is so embarrassing... G.R." he whispered.

"G.R.?"

"Yeah..." A huge sigh. "G.R."

Eliana giggled. "No, I didn't mean it like that! I don't know what G.R. means."

"Oh... I was afraid of... our age difference. So many months went by! None of the other Ranger cadets would accept me as a candidate partner. And then I heard a woman Commander had selected me. I was terrified! I don't know how you got passed the age requirement..."

"Huh?! Basel! How old do you think I am?"

"Oh, I don't know. Two hundred?"

"My gosh! Basel, I'm so sorry! This is my fault! I should have told you before. I'm twenty-seven."

"Huh? WHAT?!"

"Twenty-seven, that's me."

"Impossible!"

Eliana giggled, trying to make light of his disbelief. "Oh, this is a fine way to show that you trust me!" She then leaned over and kissed his astonished face to show she was just being playful. "Here! Let me show you!"

A few moments later she ran back from her bedroom with her laptop and pulled up the Class distribution on her age group. "See? See that bump at the end of the chain? That's me!"

Basel stared for a moment and then whispered, "My gosh Eli..."

"This was all my fault. I should have told you, but I don't like to boast and a good time to mention it never came up. Forgive me?"

Basel blinked and was silent for a moment. "Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive. But there's so much I don't understand. Six promotions in a row?! Has that ever happened in recorded history?!"

Eliana laughed. "A few times, yes. But I'm the first person to do it straight from CL2. My grandmother Naysa says I haven't fallen off my lion yet."

"Wow... Wow, wow, wow... Eliana, I'm more puzzled than ever. What's the world's greatest achiever doing signing up to be a lone Ranger?"

Eliana nodded and yawned. "We should have done this days ago. Let's take tomorrow off and tell each other about ourselves."

Basel nodded thoughtfully. The music had ended and he realized this was a very good time to call it a night. They shared a brief chaste kiss and headed to their separate bedrooms. Basel thought he would think about and review the evening in his mind for hours, but he was in a deep peaceful sleep moments after his head hit the pillow.

Chapter 6. First History

The next local day the two Ranger candidates both felt the need to back off and have some quiet time alone. So they spent time with different projects. Eliana spent hours familiarizing herself with the operations of the CAT garage, and Basel worked on clearing all the storage out of the Level-4 observation dome. They had agreed to turn the entire top Level into a combined observation / exercise / recreation area, and move everything else to the extra storage lockers on Level-3.

At 6 AM sharp, Eliana rode the elevator adjacent to the ladder well up to the dome from Level-1. In her hand was a small picnic basket. She found Basel standing at the southern end of the circular room, staring at the horizon. The outside weather was clear and much warmer than when they had arrived. It was currently -31C and the dawn looked seconds away from becoming reality.

Eliana stood by Basel's side for a long moment and admired the pristine countryside. "This is spectacular. And it's all real, not a hologram, right?"

"Oh yes. The Holy's truth, in all its beauty."

Eliana nodded. "How close?"

"The sun's due south right now, less than half a degree below the horizon."

"And how long?"

"Three more days." He pointed with his hand almost touching the transparent wall. "Right there. On January 16th, you'll see the very thin tip of the top of the sun from 6:02 AM to 6:08 AM. Assuming good weather of course..."

"Let the games begin..."

"Yeah..." Basel turned to her, nodded thoughtfully and smiled. "Have a nice morning?"

"Okay I guess. The CAT garage is laid out a bit differently than what's described in the texts. The Guild really should update their documentation."

"Not their strongest point. So, what's for lunch?"

"A cornucopia of vegetables and frozen fruit shakes for dessert." Eliana looked around. "You did a nice job here." She turned to the picnic table Basel had set up nearby and began setting up their meal.

They ate their lunch mostly in silence. Near the end, Basel looked up at Eliana and said, "It's amazing how much you and I are on the same wavelength. You feel it too, don't you?"

Eliana nodded. "It is amazing. I ask you very terse questions, and you know what I'm talking about. And now we're about to agree on something we haven't even verbalized yet. And yes, I do agree, we should slow down. Not change course but slow down. The isolation here could kill us if we rush headlong into something and then realize we feel trapped. Basel, I still mean everything I said last night. Let's just take it slowly."

Basel nodded his head. "So, who goes first?"

Eliana stretched and thought for a moment. "I feel like being a listener now."

"All right. Let's see, my life history, where to begin.... I was born in Baalbek, near the west coast of North America. My parents are double-shifters and just moved there before I was born, so I spent my whole childhood there. I moved to Aleppo in 9555 when I turned 21. I registered for double shifts too, so Aleppo's been my township residence ever since. Been spending a lot of field time at Cairo of course. I haven't been back home in over a year."

"Aleppo and Baalbek huh? So you grew up with the photonics Guild. No wonder you're so good with holograms."

Basel stiffened and looked a little nervous. "What do you mean?"

Eliana paused for a moment and finally said, "Basel, don't worry. I'm just trying to show you one of the warts on my soul. Did you have anything to do with the Aleppo octopus prank of 9566?"

"How..." he whispered, "did you ever know?"

"Your body reaction when I casually mentioned it. I read your guilt." Eliana sighed. "I'm a trained Priestess Basel. That means I hold a doctoral license for reading and counseling people's emotions. I'm not bringing this up to embarrass you, and I have no intention of ever mentioning this to anyone. I just want you to understand the warts on my soul. Most men would find my reading ability to be a very ugly wart for a wife to have."

"Be afraid of it you mean?"

"Not just fear. Resentment and hatred. People don't like having their emotions read and understood so clearly. All my defenses are down Basel. I'm not going to hide anything from you. I can't bear to."

Basel stared at Eliana until he saw her lip quiver. He reached over and held her hand. "I understand what you're saying. My precious Eli. I still see only beauty."

"My love," whispered Eliana in return. "And I've never called anyone that before. I've been an awkward duck in dating my whole life."

"So have I. Maybe that's why this mallard finds your tail feathers so attractive."

She smiled. "Ah, thank you for telling me. Now all I have to do to keep your interest is to remember to bend over and shake my tail feathers for you."

Basel nodded playfully. "That'll do it; five to ten times a day would be nice."

"Basel, may I take you to the mat?"

"Another wonderful example of our rapport," thought Basel. "There are so many slang ways to interpret that request, yet I know exactly what she's asking."

He said out loud, "Eliana, I accept you as my counselor," giving her formal legal permission to practice. Eliana nodded in gratitude and stood up and offered Basel her hand. She led him to a thick Judo mat a few meters away.

"Here," she said, "take your shoes and socks off, like me." Eliana sat on the mat, backbone perfectly vertical, knees splayed out, the two heels of her feet almost touching her pubis. "Now lie on your back, use my feet as a pillow. That's right. Now close your eyes, relax your mind and body."

Basel nodded. Eliana thought his clean soft hair felt wonderful against the bottom of her upturned feet, and she started to pet his head affectionately.

Basel sighed with the pleasure. "Wow. If I had known counseling was like this, I would have sought help years ago."

Eliana laughed. "Right! My review board would probably go ballistic if they saw me practicing medicine like this. I'm allowed to touch my patients, even caress them under some well-defined circumstances. Touch is an extremely important tool for a Priestess. But here I'm expressing that you're being counseled by someone who loves you."

A quiet minute passed. "What are your thoughts Basel?"

"Oh, just drifting. This is the first time in my life I've been petted like this. It feels so good... And I'm thinking of the dichotomy. Your feet! So soft! You have them in a perfect position to support my head and neck. I could lie like this for hours in the pleasure of it. And the dichotomy! I've seen you work out, practice your punches and kicks. These wonderfully soft feet can kill, can't they?"

"Yes. Military aviators receive extensive martial arts training. But don't think of me that way now. Think of me as a Voice. I want you to think of yourself in a box, a box without boundaries, warm and dark and secure. You are floating there, and my Voice is a trusted friend you want to talk to. Take all the time you want."

The silent minutes flowed by. Basel reached the point he was asked to seek, warm and loved and profoundly secure. He was totally unaware that the loving hands at his cheeks and neck and the feet beneath his head were giving Eliana a very intimate window into his physical and emotional states. "I'm here," he said quietly, "floating in the peaceful darkness."

"And I'm here with you," The Voice replied. "Last night, I looked up G.R. on the web. A slang expression, local to the men at Aleppo."

Basel nodded in the darkness, able to be explicit with The Voice in a way that he was too embarrassed to be with Eliana. "Yes, Grandmother Rape. The Aleppo rape trial of 9563, Sameh was my roommate."

"Oh Basel," The Voice cried and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"It was a clear case of rape," Basel said in the darkness. "The Upper Commanders raped Sameh. The women were both over two-hundred years old, and Sameh was even younger than I was."

"Yes, I remember the trial," agreed The Voice. "Yes, a clear case of rape."

Basel grimaced. "The Commanders even holographed their attack for their amusement. The recordings were played at the trial."

"Yes," agreed The Voice. "I know. And for a while the Commanders were convicted."

"I saw the recordings, watched my friend being raped! And then the world voted..." Basel sobbed.

"Their awful, horrible, ugly, female vote," whispered The Voice.

"Yes," agreed Basel. "A carve-out was petitioned for the law. Women could not be convicted of raping a man if he maintains an erection and orgasms! Sameh was calling out the word NO! And now it didn't matter!"

"I remember. I am a female Voice, and I am so deeply ashamed of what my gender did. I was furious when I heard of the vote, furious and ashamed and disgusted."

"The damn law! The Commander on top was riding him! Of course he was maintaining an erection! And he was calling out NO!"

"I remember, and I'm so ashamed."

"Any man would," sobbed Basel, "being stimulated like that! And the other woman! She had her finger up his butt! Of course he orgasmed! She was pumping him! And he was calling out NO!"

"I remember," cried The Voice, "and my heart is breaking in the shame of it."

"The women claimed they were just playing, and that Sameh didn't fight them," sobbed Basel. "But Sameh had a very gentle soul. It wasn't his nature to fight. And then the world voted."

"A great weakness in our government," cried The Voice in reply. "The petition for the carve-out reached its 40% goal almost entirely from high Citizen-Level women. They represent an incredible concentration of voting power."

"Sameh was raped!"

"Of course he was!" cried The Voice. "The vote was an abomination! Basel?"

"Yes?"

A deep sigh from The Voice. "Sameh's suicide served a purpose. It shamed a female world that was Unholy. The females were in great need of shame. And when a law is purged, the State can put it back six years later. I've talked about this with a Stateswoman who loves me. She expects the vote to be unanimous to put back the law this year. And the world has recognized its former ugliness. The law will be put back, and the law will stand."

Basel nodded in the darkness. "It's taken a long time."

"A very long time," agreed The Voice. "And you struck out against the ugly world, didn't you?"

Basel paused. "Well, it started out that way, right after the suicide..."

"Was it only you?"

"Yeah, only me."

"Impressive," said The Voice. "Everyone thought the Aleppo vandals were a team, and they looked for a team, not a single angry man."

Basel sighed. "It was just me, an unhappy man with a lot of expertise and a lot of technical ideas and a lot of free time on my hands. And the plan took months to design and execute. But the anger disappeared soon after his death. Sameh had such a gentle soul. I felt I was dishonoring his memory by holding onto my anger, so I pushed it away..."

"And yet," asked The Voice, "the octopus still came to be?"

"I did it as a memorial!" cried Basel. "Sameh loved monster hologram movies. I did it in his memory, for all the good times we had together enjoying monster movies!"

"Oh Basel," cried The Voice, "I understand! How sweet of you!"

"The people injured in the evacuation," cried Basel. "I never meant to hurt anybody!"

"No, of course not! It's okay Basel! What you did was very sweet... Do you think Sameh would have approved?"

"Sameh? Oh yeah. That monster had class! Sameh would have been pleased..." Basel imagined yawning in his box without boundaries. "I still miss him. He was my best friend, and now he's gone. I can't talk to him any more, and I'm tired, and I'm feeling so sleepy."

"Then you should rest. If you want to talk again, remember that I'm here, and I'm a Voice who loves you."

Basel yawned. "I won't forget... ever... Promise..."

"Basel, let me guide you. Remain in your nice box, keep your eyes closed. You'll have to move your feet, just a bit. I will guide you to a nice place to take a nap. That's right, very gently. You feel like you're standing up now, but you're still inside your box. Imagine moving your feet now... That's right... Good..."

For a while there was peaceful nothing, floating in a security he had not known since childhood. And then Basel was dimly aware he was waking up from a nap. A moment later he opened his eyes.

He was in his bedroom on Level-1. Like Eliana's, his bed was large, designed to let the two cadets sleep separately or together as they chose. The bed was being used in its second mode now, their bodies not touching except for a feminine hand chastely resting on top of his. Basel turned slowly and stared in wonder.

Chapter 7. Second History

Time: January 15, 9570 6:03 AM

Their meeting was the reverse of two days ago. Basel rode the elevator up to the observation dome carrying a picnic lunch and saw Eliana standing by the southern wall.

"Weather report is clear for tomorrow," he called out. "One more day till sunshine!"

"Basel! You're just in time! Come take a look at this!"

The pale blue sky and the landscape at the southern horizon suddenly appeared to be deeply tinged in green. It looked as if someone were shining a bright beacon of green light right at them from the distant horizon, a tiny oval of diamond bright green light floating just above the interface line between the distant greenish snowy land and the greenish sky.




The Preacher's Daughter



"How beautiful..." Eliana whispered.

"It's as if the Holy were trying out some new finger paints..." Basel whispered back.

The phenomenon lasted for about two minutes. And then the beacon was gone and the southern horizon back to its usual whites and grays. Basel and Eliana turned to each other and said simultaneously, "Wow!"

"It's the refraction phenomenon, right?" asked Eliana.

Basel nodded. "Exactly. The top of the sun's disk has to be edge-on to the horizon with just the right atmospherics. Usually when it does occur, it's just for a second or two, a green flash. But right now the sun is traveling perfectly horizontal with the horizon. We had exactly the right conditions for almost, what, two minutes?"

Eliana nodded. "I've talked with military pilots who have played sunset tag with the green flash. They would fly west supersonic with just enough speed to balance the Earth's rotation and keep the sun motionless at just the knife-edge of setting. They could see the green flash again and again." She smiled. "So, Basel, how have you been the last two days?"

He laughed easily. "Oh, I'm fine. I know I've been quite a hermit doing all the Level-0 certification." He gave her a playful smile. "Did you miss me?"

"Well, not just certification. You're being too modest," Eliana replied. "A month from now, we would have been in serious trouble with sewage recycling." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "And yes, I did miss you. And I would have hated all the crawling you had to do."

"Ah, it was a one-person job. You know, the odds of what happened are almost zero. I've heard rumors the Guild will intentionally muck something up for an isolation trial, nothing the candidates can't handle if they do the certifications correctly, but if they're sloppy about it..."

Eliana nodded and peered at his picnic basket with a playful smile. "Something good I trust?"

"Um hmm. An Aleppo delicacy."

Eliana leaned over and cracked the basket open and sniffed. "Lobster for lunch!"

"You got it."

As Eliana helped set up the table, she asked. "There can't be too much of this in storage."

"You'd be surprised. I pulled some strings. Or rather, Varda did."

"Really? Great! Still, what's the occasion?"

"Well, this is Day 9, the 5% mark of the survival test. Within the next eighteen hours, we're going to have to send the final go / no-go to mission operations. There's no turning back after this."

Eliana nodded as she bit into a piping-hot piece of lobster wrapped in a light buttery pastry. "Oh, this is fabulous! You're a much better cook than I am Basel!" After a few more bites she asked, "Who's Varda?"

"A really nice CL3. We were going to do our isolation testing here together, starting last September."

"Oh... May I ask? What happened?"

Basel sighed. "She's engaged to join another marriage, becoming wife number four. At the last moment, her husband-to-be complained and she switched partners. She's now doing her testing with another woman CL3. They should be more than halfway through now, the largest island of ancient Japan."

"Oh hell Basel. I don't mean to pry, but that must have hurt."

"Oh, Varda and I are good friends, and I've met her other wives. They're really nice people. I didn't want to upset... well... Anyway! This is my day to ask about you!"

"Okay! Let me start by telling you about my family."

Basel listened with interest as Eliana talked about her family tree. The descriptions lasted till the end of lunch.

"Wow," he said at last. "I knew Abdul Hadi never sired any children. His wives were too old by the time he was cured of his eternal virginity, and he didn't want to procreate during his infliction. But his legal descendent through Kefira, yes... Didn't he also have an adopted son through Michal?"

"Yes. His wives traced the child from the medical records at Dalma. He was killed at Jericho in the Judgment of 8244. He was eight-years old, culled at the first childhood gate."

"Hell..."

"I know..." Eliana shrugged and then tried to smile. "I think most people today have forgotten what sacrifices my ancestors made, what a horror they saved us from."

"I know what you mean. Life is so incredibly easy now. The horror before Abdul Hadi is almost unimaginable."

A deep sigh from his companion. "So, Basel, what else would you like to know? I can start with another monologue, or I can answer questions about my life."

"Any questions?" Basel asked with a playful grin.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Actually, before we start, I was wondering..." Basel began to blush.

"Yes?"

"Eli, may I take you to the mat?"

Eliana gulped. "Huh?"

"I've been thinking, these last two days, all the love you offered me. I'd like to return the affection."

Eliana gulped again and surprised Basel by looking a little nervous. "Uh, okay."

They went over to the Judo mat and took off their shoes and socks. "What do you want me to do?" asked Eliana.

Basel sat in a lotus position. "Just lie and let me hold you, as you held me." Basel made a soft pillow out of a clean picnic towel for her head, and as she lay on her back, he pressed a bare foot against her soft hair and his hand was gently holding the other side of her head. He unexpectedly felt her trembling. "Hey Eli, you okay with this?"

"Yes!" she squeaked back, and then in a more normal voice, "Ask a question!"

Basel was at a loss why she was so nervous, and tried to think of something non-stressful to talk about. "So! Where did you live growing up?"

"Well, it's a tradition in my family to be half-shifters, four times as fast as yours. We moved to a different township every six years..." A long period of silence followed.

Basel was perplexed and tried to keep the conversation going. "Yeah. It's an interesting custom, everybody registering for the township rotations. I believe it was a personal idea of Abdul Hadi for people to shift every Holy Decade."

Eliana nodded. "And his wife Abigail. Her study of history taught her that when a population sits in one place, especially over generations, people get territorial."

"Which leads to nationalism, which leads to wars. Yeah. I think the shifting is a good idea. And it lets you see more of the world."

"Yep, that was my parent's idea. They doted on me, gave me the chance to see lots of different parts of the world. I was born in Nubia, the ancient Galapagos, and when I was four, we lived at Luxor where San Diego used to be. When I turned ten, my parents moved to Humar in New Zealand. And then when I was sixteen we moved to Tarim at Cuba, so I've lived on islands most of my life. When I became an adult, I signed up for a half-shift at the capital. I remember going there... The Holy, Basel! I was so innocent back then..."

Eliana was shivering. Basel tried to be affectionate, gently hugging her head with his foot on one side and a caressing hand on the other.

The effect was immediate and shocking. Eliana's eyes blinked wide and she shrieked and bolted to a sitting position.

"Eli, I'm so sorry," whispered Basel. "What?"

Eliana was gasping for breath and did not answer for a while. "Oh hell, oh hell..." she mumbled.

A quiet question, "You want some time alone?"

"No!" Another few ragged breaths. "It's not you Basel, not at all. I had a flashback." Another few ragged breaths, and then she lay back down and pushed her head firmly against his foot. "Hold me?" she whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Basel gently cupped her ear on the other side of her head. They sat like that for many minutes in absolute silence, Basel's thumb slowly caressing her ear, feeling the struggle within Eliana's body.

She whispered, "It was early February of 9564. I had been at Bandar Arenas for a month... Oh..." She gave a gasp.

"Eli, wait. This memory is obviously painful, and I don't want to drag it out of you. Won't that make the pain worse?"

"I'm not sure... But it's a part of who I am. Basel, may I show you?"

He caressed her for a moment and then nodded. "Eli, it's an honor to see your soul."

Eliana took a deep breath and nodded back. "I was just making my career choices for my adult studies. I had already picked the military Priesthood, and was also thinking of a medical profession, not counseling though, not a Priestess..."

Basel sighed. "Very ambitious..."

"Oh yes. And I was teased by my age-mates about it. A lot of us new adults were living in the same housing complex. I had a reputation for being too ambitious... and prudish..."

"Prudish?! Like hell! Some of the sexual norms of the capital are horrible!"

"I know that now. But at the time, I was innocent and ambitious and off on my own for the first time of my life and..." She took a couple of big gulps of air. "I tried to make friends with a bunch of medical students, a few years older than I was... There was a party..."

Basel stroked her head in silence for several minutes. Then she continued.

"They thought I needed loosening up, and the vote nullifying the Aleppo rape convictions had just occurred three days earlier. The male students were very angry. There were some recreational drugs at the party. I didn't know. I drank more than I should have... something that relaxes inhibitions."

"Oh Eli..." Basel whispered.

"I was being held down, a man's boot pressed into one side of my head, and he had a firm grip of my hair on the other. Another man was under my dress." She winced. "And I was allowing it to happen."

"Allowing?! Like Hell! You were drugged!"

"There were others too, holding my legs. Maybe my arms too, it's difficult to remember. I remember the grips on my ankles though. And they were all laughing, saying that if I were internally lubricating and then orgasmed, then it couldn't be rape."

Eliana shuddered under Basel's caress. "There was a paste undergoing clinical trials at the capital, a stimulant of the Bartholin's glands. It was meant to help women over three hundred lubricate and have sex. I felt a cold latex hand open my sex, and then a slick finger smeared the paste across my labia. I started to howl and hump my hips. It was sexual heat, white hot! The desire was incredible Basel! And the men were laughing at my flow and how juicy I was. And I could feel the man moving under my dress again...."

Eliana sobbed. "He drilled me! The latex finger returned with new paste and he drilled me under my clitoral hood! I started to scream as I orgasmed! The people at the party said it sounded feral!"

Eliana shuddered and sobbed. "My screams shocked the med students into ending their attack. It turns out... It turns out... It turns out there's a sympathetic chemical link between the paste and the recreational drug I was on. The potency of the paste was augmented... a hundred times... I was lucky not to suffer brain damage..."

Basel grimaced. "Tell me that you didn't prosecute."

"Okay. Basel, I didn't prosecute."

"Oh hell Eli..."

"My soul is like yours Basel. I couldn't bear to hang onto my anger. And my attackers sincerely apologized. I went to counseling for a while... It helped a lot..."

"You still should have prosecuted."

"Oh, I was so embarrassed Basel. Not just from the attack, from the horrible vote voiding the rape law. I was embarrassed about my gender. And the men were sincerely contrite. I didn't want to hurt them, ruin their lives..."

Her hand came up and held his hand against her cheek. "I told the court we were all under the influence of an inhibition suppressor, that we all didn't know. That last part was a borderline lie. The med students were making sure my punch glass was full. I gave them the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to forgive them." She sighed. "I told the court I couldn't remember much but might have given them permission to use the paste."

Basel caressed her. "Eli, two days ago... I can see why you thought the annulment vote was such an abomination."

"Another wart on my soul..." she whispered.

"What?! This is no wart!"

"I shrieked when you held me! Are you sure you still want me?"

"What a question?! More than ever!"

"I... I... Oh Basel, I don't feel like thinking anymore..."

Basel cracked a kind smile. "This really is a mirror image of two days ago. Come on, I'll tuck you in."

Basel walked Eliana down to her bedroom. The mirror image really was complete. She scooted over to one side of the bed to make room for him. With tears in his eyes, he joined her, and they held hands as Eliana drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

"My gosh, what an angel," he thought. "What a beautiful angel. This is so amazing. After so many years of dreaming about sleeping with girls, I'm finally getting my chance. This is the second time Eli is lying with me and trusting me with her body. And we've been so chaste with each other." Basel lay on his side and watched Eli as she slept, enjoying the feel of her hand and watching the slow rise and fall of her breasts. He felt overwhelmed by a desire to care for this precious creature beside him. 

Chapter 8. Cast Off

Later that day...

Time: January 15, 9570 11:41 PM UCT

Eliana looked at Basel across the Level-2 control center. "You don't mind, do you, that I'm waiting till the last moment to send the final Go code?"

"No, I guess not. It's a bit unusual, but I like your thinking. There's no advantage to sending it early. Your way maximizes our safety, and there's no downside to waiting." He paused to look at the clock and added, "Assuming, of course, we actually get around to sending the code by midnight."

Eliana grinned. "I must say, even our partial isolation thus far has had a certain weight to it. I send reports out, and absolutely nothing comes back, not even an acknowledgment of reception. I've never experienced anything like this. It's a little spooky."

Basel nodded. "I have the advantage on you there. I've talked with lots of Rangers. It'll be even spookier after we send the Go code. Except for the station's encrypted link with the CAT, we will be completely communications isolated. We won't be able to cry for help, scream that our partner is trying to kill us, plead that we're mortally injured... We will be completely isolated from the rest of the world. Even our link to hologram entertainment will shut down. No matter what happens, we won't see another human or hear a news report about the world until July 7th."

"Well, we do have the CAT. We could abandon the station, head south. Water won't stop us, the CAT is submersible."

"It's not the water. The CAT has a governor built into its global positioning system. If we try to leave the area..."

Eliana stared at him. "It'll die?"

"Nothing quite that dramatic. It just won't stray too far. The CAT will start to get sluggish."

"So how far can we go?"

"The Guild doesn't tell the cadets the exact limit, there's a random element involved, certainly less than a hundred kilometers though. Still quite a distance, and heading back to the station will always work at full power. And on July 7th, all the restrictions will disappear."

"Any way to fool it before then?"

"Oh, it's been tried, never successfully. There are some real horror stories in Ranger history."

Eliana looked at the clock and then leaned back in her chair. "We still have some time. Amuse me!"

Basel thought for a moment and then laughed. "Okay, you asked for it! About seven-hundred years ago, there was a Ranger test at a desert station where ancient Lebanon used to be. This was in the late 8700's, when the isolation candidates were never contacted but were still supposed to make daily reports to Guild headquarters."

"Uh huh."

The test seemed to go fine for about four months. Then both Rangers reported that their station was infested with giant poisonous ants, claimed they had giant ant bites covering their bodies. They begged for medical help..."

Eliana frowned. "...and got nothing."

"No, not during an isolation test. Two months later the pickup team found their two bodies. The women were trying to take shelter in the cold storage food lockers. Their notes said the cold was keeping the ants out. Their bodies were covered with tiny puncture marks, and the autopsy concluded they died from formaldehyde injections."

"What?! The ants were real?!"

"That's the spooky part. No trace of the infestation was ever found. The station was clean, no ants, no ant droppings, nothing. And the outside environment was examined and found normal."

Eliana blew a full load of air through her cheeks. "Oh hell..."

"Yeah. The official conclusion was that the two cadets snapped, became delusional, even to the point of self-inflicting their wounds, jabbing formaldehyde into themselves. There didn't seem to be any other explanation."

Eliana looked at the clock. "Basel, let's send the code now."

Basel nodded and turned to his console. He lifted a clear protective cap and inserted a small orange key into an orange slot and turned it full left. "Ready Commander."

"On three, One, Two, Three!" Five meters apart, they turned their keys full right. At another part of the control room, their main communications console blacked out, displaying only a security lockout warning and a countdown clock with 171 days, 0 hours, and some minutes and seconds on it. The second phase of their test had begun.

Six hours later...

Time: January 16, 9570 5:57 AM UCT

Eliana was standing alone at the southern end of the observation dome, waiting for the year's first sunrise. She was expecting Basel to join her momentarily, and for a while was lost in quiet contemplation as she watched the pre-dawn sky.

She felt a tingle and thought she sensed Basel quietly sneaking up on her on her left. Smiling and about to laugh that she had sensed him and foiled his surprise, she turned her head and realized there was no one there.

She looked around the observation room, her eyes drawn to the eastern horizon for no particular reason she could understand. She saw peaceful rocks and snowy evergreen forest deep within its winter's sleep. Eliana finally heard her companion climbing up the ladder and decided to laugh at herself. "Basel and his ghost story! I didn't realize I was so susceptible. The total isolation is affecting me more than I anticipated." She put the issue out of her mind, and a moment later Basel emerged from the ladder. Eliana offered her hand to Basel, and enjoying the simple human contact, they waited for the dawn.

"Well, this is nice," commented Eliana at 6:03. "Beautiful pink sky, a tip of yellow light, spring is on the way!"

"Well, sort of, it's more than two months till the equinox! Enjoy this while you can. A big storm is moving in tomorrow."

She glanced to the eastern horizon without realizing it and nodded her head. "Tell me Basel, originally you were going to stay here after the isolation testing, right?"

"Uh huh. The original isolation test was going to run from early October to the end of March. We even had our Judgment 4 anti-aging injections sealed and ready to take with us. Then Varda switched partners..."

"What would you have done in April?"

"Same thing that I'm hoping to do now. A large herd of wooly-hippo was observed to move into the area a few years ago. The Guild thinks it might be a new sub-species. I want to do a behavior study, see how they're interacting with the bear and reindeer population." He paused. "And how about you? Eli, the one question I wanted to ask you yesterday, I never got around to it."

"Shoot."

"Why would an ambitious woman who is a Commander, a Priestess, and a military aviator want to become a Ranger?"

"Simple. My commanding Governor asked me to volunteer for this mission."

"Uh... She did huh?"

"A man actually, name of Zaafir, and yes, he did. He sent me to look for a missing meteor crater."

Basel smiled. "Oh? Did somebody lose a meteor crater?"




The Preacher's Daughter



I was raised in a Christian home, but I started to rebel around the age of sixteen. My father was a preacher and the pastor of our congregation until his failing health caused him to step down. My family was considered to be one of the pillars of the community. 

My mother was the classic stay at home wife, looking after everyone physical well being and my father was the bread winner looking out for us financially. My sister Diana and I were raised to be well behaved studious and church going. However, despite the good girl image I portrayed in public, there was the naughty side to me I wanted to explore. The more I read everything I could get my hands on. I tried every carnal delight I could do by myself, and still my curiosity grew. 

The first time I physically experienced the need to satisfy my hidden desires happened believe it or not was during a fellowship visit at another church. While I sat in the pew listening to the beautiful choir music temptation came along.

The temptation had a name and it was Derek. Our eyes met across the aisle while we listened to the choir singing to lift our spirits, before the minister preached his sermon. However, I had found my own uplifting spirit staring into Derek's eyes. I didn't know then at the age of eighteen how seductive the pleasure of the flesh could be, or the way temptation could overpower you and the ability to defeat some sins.

I started to feel very warm and needed to leave the service for some fresh air. There is a path that parishioners used as a short passage behind the church that coursed beside a duck pond. I decided to walk along the path to release the tingling energy in my loins caused by a naughty vision I had involving Derek. 

I paced back and forth along the banks of the pond wanting to free my thoughts of Derek, and the power it was giving him over me. I wanted him, and I suspected he knew it. After a long spell I turned back toward the church, and I saw Derek watching me with his seducing eyes.

We stood there,in silence for a short time before we embraced and kissed. I felt Derek's penis began to grow hard in his pants, knowing I was causing it made my panties dampen. The tongue dance we shared made me moan aloud expressing the effect he had on me. However, the thought of a church member catching us would have been devastating. At that age I believed I could never live down the shame bought upon my family from an indiscretion on my part. 

My mother was the disciplinary in the family and her bite was definitely bigger than her bark. My sister and I were brought up believing one never brings shame upon your family regardless of how old you are. You always respected your home, your elders and always do everything decent and in order that's the golden rule.

Nevertheless, I was feeling something I never felt before and at that moment I did not care about anything else. I had this hot hunk of young man pressing his solid penis against my mound and I had the greatest desire to know how it would feel inside of my pearl.

We had never properly introduced ourselves, but our desire for each other had been established.

"My name is Lola," I said with a smile. 

"Hi, I am Derek, pleased to meet you," He said smiling back. 

"Do you attend church here often?" I asked.

I was trying to keep this intimate game flowing, but seduction was new to me. 

"No, this is my first time coming here with my family," Derek informed me.

"I saw the path leading from the church and thought I take a walk. I was feeling guilty about the things I was thinking about you."

I believed he was not lying, because I was thinking the same things he was telling me. 

"So, do you want to do something about it before this path is crowded with people? I asked. 

I was shocked by my own boldness; I had never been so forward with anyone before. Perhaps it was because I was in a strange place with people I might never see again. 

Let's do something," Derek said.

Then he pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate. His tongue invaded my mouth while he firmly pressed his hardness against my stomach.

The passionate kisses and grinding of young bodies caused enough friction to start a fire. It was time to take this intense experience to the next level; I grabbed Derek by the hand and walked with him to the bench facing the pond.

The benches in the park afforded people a place to sit and enjoy the pond or feed the ducks. One bench nearby was shielded by the long stalks of bull rushes. It was the perfect place to sit; on Derek's lap.

Derek took a seat on the bench with his legs slightly apart. I slowly unfastened his zipper and reached inside his pants to pull out his very hard cock. I can still remember it throbbing in my hand.

"Mmmmmm," I mumbled. "Do you have a thingie?" 

"What's that?" Derek asked.

"You know a rubber, jimmy, condom?" I inquired hoping he did.

"Oh yeah, I do." He said reaching for his wallet; how classic.

As he fumbled for his wallet, I ran my hands over his beautiful smooth young cock. It was the first one I would ever allow inside my body. I had given a few boys hand jobs before, when my friend Yvonne and I cut class to hang out. This was different, this time I was going to go all the way. 

I helped Derek get strapped, he was very nervous, and I got the impression I might have been his first also. Once he was properly encased I straddled him and slowly slide my juicy honey hive onto his hardness. I had never known the feeling of a man penis inside me before; I grimaced as he stretched me like no finger ever had. Recollecting now, Derek was blessed with a large cock; I hope he learned how to use it properly. 

Slowly I worked myself into a rhythm and enjoyed facing him as I rode. He fondled my breasts and kissed my neck. Also I enjoyed watching the faces he made while I traversed his long cock. I was feeling it, but my experience didn't allow me to know what it was. Not being ready to release my passion just yet, I whispered in Derek's ear to take me from behind. I heard it was better, that way from an older girl who had the reputation of knowing such things about sex. 

Derek kissed me deeply before turning me around so he could take me from behind.

Grabbing my buttocks he slowly eased his hard cock into my hot slippery pussy. I shook uncontrollably as his cock entered deep inside my womb. I pushed my wetness back onto his cock as he pushed himself forward into me. Soon we had found a rhythm that had us bumping and grinding as we pleasured each other. 

When I thought I couldn't sweat any more juice from my fruit, Derek tongue found its way deep inside my ear. A dammed reserve of lust lotion burst, allowing Derek to push his cock deeper inside me, he beat up my little pussy because my slippery pink walls flowed with cum. The ecstasy bought me to a multiple of orgasm and Derek to vocal and satisfying climax. 

We made it back to the church before the service ended. I was barely aware of the service going on around me. My thoughts were on the experience that I just enjoyed in the park. Each time I looked across the aisle at Derek sitting with his family I felt a tingle. 

I do recall one embarrassing moment when I crossed my legs to dampen the urges I felt. My newly stretched vagina released a silent pussy fart. Surprised by the sudden rush of escaping air blowing a frothy flow of cum into my panties I moaned involuntarily. 

"That's it honey, let him in and feel the power," An older woman behind me said. 

Then as she fanned me quickly believing I was feeling the spirit of the lord coming over me. I closed my eyes and feigned a swoon, one of the woman ushers helped me outside to get some air, and there I stayed until church let out. 

After church everyone shook hands and exchanged greetings of fellowship. I stood with my parents as Derek and his parents approached to exchange handshakes. 

My father smiled broadly as he believed he was introducing me to Derek. 

"Derek this is my daughter Lola," My father said. 

"Please to meet you," Derek said while he squeezed my hand.

"It is nice to meet you too," I said squeezing his hand back before letting go of it.

I wanted to thank Derek again for helping me explore my naughty side.

When my parents extended an invitation to his parents to fellowship with our congregation soon, I offered an invitation to Derek for another adventure of sinful indulgence with the preacher's daughter.

Copyright © 2010 Lola



The Preacher's Daughter



First of all thank you Todger65 and ZanderKnight to help me with editing! This is the first of a serie of 3, so make sure to give me your feedback, may it be good or upbuilding. (I do appriciate the possibility to response ;))

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"Oh God you're driving me crazy!"

Raquel smiled as she felt how hard Peter's boner was pressing against her ass. She had been dating him for over 5 years now, and as good Pentecostal Christians, they had vowed to wait till marriage to have sex. 

Luckily for the 19 year old hottie, this didn't mean they couldn't have fun. They had developed a very healthy relationship and clear boundaries when it came to sex. His "you're driving me crazy" was the signal that he needed relief and was about to take out his cock. 

Usually she would get out of bed and watch him take care of his 8-inch cock, but sometimes she let things go a little further. Today was one of those days.

As she felt his hand leave her hip to open his fly, she carefully peeled off her shorts, making sure her ass was still covered by her oversized shirt. She moaned a little as the tip of Peter's hard and throbbing cock touched her bare leg. 

"Thank you babe." He whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck. Then, slowly, she felt him grabbing her tight tummy and thrust his cock between his muscular body and her nice round ass.

She laughed as he stopped and lifted up her shirt a little, revealing only a tiny blue string covering her. The look of surprise on his face, mixed with pure lust, was priceless.

"Happy graduation babe." She said to him, smiling as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, showing off her smooth, trimmed body and her perfect c-cup tits. Rolling him onto his back, she straddled him and French-kissed him while her fingers rubbed over the head of his cock. 

After a moment she pushed herself up against his chest and started to grind her hips, dry-fucking him with nothing else between his cock and her slippery pussy but a tiny piece of lace. Peter's hand quickly reached for her breast as his cock pushed back against her with a passionate rhythm.

"Oh Raquel, this feels so good."

Smiling, she slid next to him and turned around in a spooning position, knowing how he loved to rub his manhood against her ass. Peter surprised her by turning her onto her belly, quickly placing a pillow under her hips. 

Climbing on top of her she felt completely at his mercy as he started to vigorously rub his cock along her ass crack, making fucking motions. She heard him panting heavily and, knowing that he wouldn't last long like this, started to push back with her ass.

"Oh Peter, I can't wait until you can push that cock of yours into me like that."

She moaned as she felt Peter push his cock between her legs, the tip rubbing against her pussy lips and hitting her clit with every downward thrust. 

The skimpy g-string did nothing to hold back the wetness between her legs and pretty soon Peter's cock was well lubricated.

"Oh babe, if we don't stop I'm going to cum."

What she heard was, stop if you don't want to get cum all over you, but again she decided to ignore his cue. She wanted him, needed him to blow his load with her.

"It's okay Honey, I want you to cum. Just too bad I can't see you when we're like this."

Peter smirked and stopped to flip her onto her back. Throwing her legs against his chest he pushed his cock between her thighs and their eyes locked.

"I love you so much, Raquel." He said, his gaze wandering between her angelic face and her divine boobs that jiggled with his every thrust. Noticing his gaze, she smiled again.

"You know, if you want... you can play with them..." 

Peter smiled brightly, knowing that meant she would finally finish him off herself.  

Hastily, he moved up next to her and started kissing her as he fondled her breasts. As her expected touch didn't arrive he broke off the kiss and looked at his girl puzzled. She just smiled at him, wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled it up. For a moment he didn't understand what she was doing, but when it hit him. He grinned.

Straddling her chest, he took a breast in each hand and planted his cock in the valley between them. As he started to thrust, titty-fucking her like a maniac, she wondered if he would be able to cum like this, but as she saw the look on his face she knew that he would, and soon too. Cupping her breasts, she moaned to him how much she wanted to feel his strong hands between her legs, and sure enough he released her left boob to massage her hungry pussy.

As she felt her own orgasm building, she looked up at Peter and bit her lips so he would know. Slowing down a little with his humping, he concentrated on her clit until he could hear Raquel's breath get faster, faster, faster - then in one powerful move he pushed his finger inside her and curled it up. Her legs began to thrash around as a wave of pleasure rippled over her body. Moaning, she could feel Peter now thrusting between her breasts like an animal.

"That's it baby, cum for me." She moaned seductively, as she finally recovered enough from her climax to speak. 

Looking down at the cock flashing in and out between her breasts, she saw the moment of his release as a huge string of cum darted straight at her. 

Gasping in shock, the load hit her square on the chin, splashing up until her mouth and nose was completely covered. She felt his second and then a third load splashing on her tits and belly before, utterly spent, Peter fell down beside her on the bed.

Trying to hold her breath Raquel couldn't hold back a fit of laughter at the situation, and ended up with a thick stream of cum in her mouth. As Peter towelled the worst of his eruption from her body she tried to catch her breath, thinking how much fun they would have once they were married.

+++

Later that afternoon, Raquel came downstairs from reading her Bible, when she heard the front door open. 

She always made it a point to greet her Father at the door as he always said a simple smile often made his day. But as she reached the end of the staircase she was greeted by a dirty look from her Father. 

"Get changed, we are having company tonight." He said. Raquel didn't argue.

While her short skirt and tank top where appropriate wear for when she was at home, at 5'3'' her D-cup breasts would be on display to all but the shortest of guests. 

Reaching her bedroom, she quickly opted for a pair of stockings secured by her black lace garter belt, the black lace thong - Peter always loved that - and rounded off her undergarments with a demi-cup black lace bra that firmly held but barely covered her breasts. 

She rationalised that there was no need to be conservative when it came to her underwear, as her black pleated skirt passed her knees and her white blouse was closed to the last button. 

She had plans on getting Peter to reciprocate her earlier favour later tonight. There was no need to let her plans be ruined because her dad had a rough day at church. 

She was just putting her hair into a ponytail when the doorbell rung. Hurrying down, she opened the door to see Steve standing there, a little awkwardly. 

"Heya Steve." She said as she guided the man into the living room, where her Father would usually entertain his visitors. 

Steve was an old friend of her dad, they had gone to high school together and, after his divorce, he had moved back to town. Her dad had promptly given Steve an administrative job at the church, and had taken it upon himself to council Steve through these hard times. 

Her Father was already at the table when they reached the lounge and, since he still seemed to be in a foul mood, Raquel quietly continued on to the adjoined kitchen, to set a pot of coffee.

"I'm sorry Steve, but we are going to have to let you go."

The words of her Father spoke shocked her, he had always told that he would never be able to run the church nearly as well without a guy like Steve to handle the paperwork. Considering the silence in the other room it was apparent that Steve thought the same. 

"Why? We're doing well financially. I don't understand what is happening." The man said, sounding as if the earth had disappeared from under his feet. Raquel couldn't blame him as he had put a lot of time and effort into getting the office running smoothly.

"Look Steve, it's because you relapsed. I know that kicking a porn addiction is difficult. But you breached the sanctity of our church and that I can not tolerate." He said sounding more hurt for his friend then angry. 

But as the words reached Raquel she felt as if a stone dropped into her stomach. 

She kept listening as Steve vehemently swore to her Father that it wasn't his doing, her Father's temperament decreasing with every denial. 

"Look," he said pointing to a list, "I didn't browse for 'redhead titfucks', Steve!"

Biting her bottom lip Raquel cursed herself for using that laptop. She had deleted the history after doing so but she should have known her dad would have an antiporn spyware on the laptops. 

As the argument was starting to heat up she knew that she couldn't remain silent and let Steve take the heat for her. After all, he had also been there for her after her mother died. So, with crimson in her cheeks she step into the room.

"Daddy, I am sorry but it wasn't Uncle Steve." She whispered looking at the floor. 

Both men fell silent as they tried to wrap their heads around what had just transpired. But no matter how hard they tried the fact remained; Raquel was the only one with access to the church's laptops beside themselves. 

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her face as her Father slapped her. 

Her knees buckled under the shock and she found herself kneeling on the floor as her hand gently cupped her searing cheek as tears streamed down it, giving some soothing to the burn of his strike.

"Steve, I need to ask for your forgiveness. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." Her Father said, his voice still shaky. 

"All is forgiven my friend. But what are you going to do with her now? She is too old to be grounded."

Again there was silence in the room as the preacher thought about it. It was true that he couldn't really ground his daughter anymore, she was too old for that to have any effect. But the idea of his baby girl looking at filth like that angered him so much that he couldn't just let it slide. 

Grabbing her by arm he pulled her up and against the table, facing away from the two men. 

"I guess that only leaves one option; a spanking she will remember for a long time." He said, his voice determined and steady again. "Steve, do you want to administer it? Since you were also wronged in this situation."

Not trusting his voice, Steve just nodded. He had never shared this in counsel, but the reason his marriage had failed had not been because of his porn addiction, but because his wife could not handle the fact that Steve would only get aroused after spanking her. 

There was also the fact that he had often fantasised about spanking the young little redhead himself, something he had also omitted to share during their counselling sessions, for obvious reasons. 

Keeping still, Raquel could hear her Father walking towards his seat. 

She couldn't quite believe that this was happening, but she couldn't deny she deserved this. She bit her lip and waited for it. 

SMACK. As the first slap lands on her right ass cheek, Raquel lets out a tormented scream. It immediately reminded her that this was not some foreplay spanking but that it was indeed a real punishment. 

After bracing herself for the next hit she managed to take it with just a whimper. But as the pain raged over her bubbly ass she cursed as she felt her another reaction between her legs.

She was brought back to the first time she had gotten wet. She was still a freshman in high school, when she had been body-checked during a basketball match. She had fallen so hard on her tailbone that she had cracked it, but the impact had triggered a flow of excitement within her. Since then, she had realised that, while she still got excited by all the usual stuff, her ass was her most erogenous zone. May it be through soft touches or hard.

Steve didn't slow down and kept hitting the young target in front of him, revelling in the feeling of his hand impacting and sending force waves through that magnificent ass. But as he heard his friend mutter curses behind him, he stopped. 

The preacher wasn't one to curse, so Steve looked back to see what was happening. Equally as surprised Raquel also turned around, only to see her Father looking at something on her phone.

"Raquel, unbutton your blouse."

As her Father's request registered in her brain, she started to shake. 

"When I got home you were wearing a tanktop. A proper lady would still be wearing it now. Take it off." The last words were almost spat out as her Father turned red from anger. 

Raquel knew that she had very little choice now so she started to open up her blouse, her fingers shaking as she popped the buttons open, one by one. 

Steve had turned his back on her and had asked if her Father wanted him to leave, but her Father only replied that Steve could watch her, as, surely a proper woman would be wearing something under her blouse. 

Raquel was taken aback from the hungry looks she saw in Steve as she parted her shirt, revealing her athletic upper body with her nipples just barely covered by the demi cup of her bra. Without waiting for her Father to say so, she turned her back to the men again and rested against the table, readying herself for the punishment she knew was coming her way.

"Could you please check if she at least has some proper panties on, Steve?"

Her Father said, to her horror. Steve did not need to be asked twice, and let his hand cup her ass through her skirt. With his fingertips he slowly caressed her sensitive bum, sending shivers through her body as he traced the edges of her thong. She couldn't see it but she could feel Steve shake his head towards her Father.

"Take off her skirt." He said and Raquel knew that her Father wouldn't let her go now. He wanted to teach her a lesson. Starting today she would be thinking twice before picking what she wore under her clothes. 

She could feel Steve slowly unzipping her and peeling the conservative skirt from her hips and dropping it to the floor.

"Get on your knees, and take off Steve's belt." Her Father said, but as he saw the alarm in her eyes he added. "Your punishment is not done yet, and you can't expect Steve to sully his hands on you like that."

Steve couldn't believe what was happening, and while he would have happily used his hands on that already cherry red ass, the sight of this young woman on her knees and close to tears really turned him on. He made sure to have his back to his friend as his daughter reached for his belt, obviously trying to not touch the tent that had formed in his pants. 

Raquel didn't like the look he had in his eyes as she handed him his belt, but she trusted that her Father wouldn't let this go to far. 

She was about to get back into position when Steve put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. He told her to get to her knees and to put her ear to the floor as he took his position behind her again. 

Raquel couldn't believe how vulnerable she felt right now. She knew that, posed like this she exposed a lot more of herself than before, and she couldn't help but to cry again. 

The sound of leather hitting skin quickly filled the room pushing those thoughts out of her mind. No matter how vulnerable she felt, it was made worse by the fact that she could feel herself getting excited again. Her thong was quickly soaked and juices started to run down her legs. Worst of all the room started to smell of her arousal, too. 

"Thank you Steve, that will be all. Do you need to relieve yourself before going?"

Steve couldn't believe his ears, but he simply nodded and started to unzip his pants. Raquel was so shocked she didn't move as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. 

Looking at the welted, thong-clad ass in front of him, Steve was quick to feel his load rising. He knew that his friend would never let him fuck that ass, but he wondered how far he could go, so, just before he came to the point of no return, he let go of his cock and turned to his friend. 

"I can't do this, I haven't masturbated in over five years, and cumming on my own feels wrong."

Raquel could hear her Father rise from his seat and walk towards them. Silently he pulled her up by her shoulders, turned her towards Steve and pushed her against his side. Steve wrapped his right arm around her, placing his hand on her lower back, as her Father walked towards the kitchen. 

Her hand brushed against the throbbing member of Steve and it was clear what her Father wanted her to do. Biting her lip, she closed her hand around his smallish cock and started to pump her wrist. Steve let out an animal moan and his hand cupped her ass, pulling her closer towards him. 

"Slow it down baby, I want to enjoy this." He whispered in her ear as he smelled her hair. 

Raquel did as was asked and loosened her grip a little, slowing down the strokes. As Steve's right hand was skilfully playing with her ass and thong, he used his left hand to caress her jawline and throat, before brushing his thumb against her lips.

Raquel hated it but she was getting extremely turned on by this and couldn't help but press her crotch against his leg. Steve started to kiss her under the ear as he whispered to her to use her spilled juices to lube up his cock. 

Using her left hand, she scooped up some of her juice from between her inner thighs and used it to coat Steve cock. The man still couldn't believe what was happening, he was so close to cumming but he used every shred of discipline to stretch this out. 

Focusing on her body, he lifted her up by the butt a little, forcing her to use her free hand to hold on to him, and pressed his index finger against her anus through the flimsy thong. 

Her gasp betrayed her as she started to jerk him of harder again. His left hand then joined his right as he pulled her in close, obstructing her arm from moving too much. Not wanting this to drag out much longer, Raquel moved her hand up his throbbing shaft and started to polish the knob, rubbing her thumb over the purple head as her index finger stimulated the ridge below. 

Hearing Steve's breath becoming more labored, the young redhead knew that she was close to putting this ordeal behind her. 

Steve needed all the self discipline he had to not throw this little cock-tease down and take her like a little whore. The second he felt he could take no more, he released her bubbly little ass and grabbed her by the back of the neck. Pushing her down firmly on the table on the table, his cock bobbing wildly between them. 

"Beg for it, you bitch." He said half hoping she would beg him to fuck her. 

Tears covered her cheeks as she found herself pinned against the table. But it wasn't the humiliation that bothered her, no it was the fact that there was nothing she wanted more at this moment then to get a big fat cock into her.

Knowing this couldn't happen since her Father was in the kitchen, she replied the only way she could think of. Bringing her hands back to her ass she propped it up a little, offering her ass to Steve. 

"Please cum on me Steve." 

The man could do nothing but comply to this. The sight of her young, still-red ass was just too much and he exploded right there, covering the ass of his best friend's daughter with his semen. 

Raquel could hear Steve behind her fumbling with his pants at the same time that his warm cum was starting to run down her leg. She suppressed a scream of frustration as the man left. Taking some napkins she started to clean her backside up as her dad walked into the room. 




The Preacher's Daughter



Not daring to face him she kept her eyes on the floor as he came to stand next to her. He placed a trash bucket next to the table and stepped back. 

"Throw away that filthy thong and your so-called bra." 

Raquel waited for a moment for her Father to move away, but as he doesn't she just complied, peeling her thong off and discarding her bra. 

She tried to cover up at best she could, while keeping her eyes firmly on her feet. Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper that her Dad had placed on the table. She immediately knew that it was her virginity contract she had signed with him when she was sixteen. 

"So was this punishment enough?" He asked, his voice calm and collected. 

This made her even more scared, she knew that the angrier her Father was, the less emotion he showed.

She simply shook her head no, and turned around to bend over the table again. Her elbows had just made contact with hard wood when the sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang through the room. 

The spanking was methodical, and stern. It was clear that it was meant as a punishment but as it went on Raquel's squeals of pain turned dangerously close to moans of pleasure. 

Looping his tie around her left wrist, Raquel was a bit surprised as her Father pulled her arm back. Grabbing her right hand he guided it in the noose before pulling it tight. 

"You do know I am doing this for your own good, right?" He asked, but, as his fingertips slowly caressed her bum, Raquel could do nothing but just nod. 

"Your Mom, God rest her soul, was just like you. Needed a strong hand once in a while." Raquel gasped as the finger of her Father trailed her sphincter, applying a little pressure to it that send a wave of excitement through her spine. 

The young woman was shocked as she could feel the tip of the digit push through her resistance. She couldn't help but let out a voluptuous moan as the finger started to move back and forth into her. 

"Hmm just like your mom. You like sodomy."

She was about to deny this, that she was raised to be a good, proper Christian girl, but then she realised her Father had not asked if she liked it, he had stated it. 

It was only then that she realised that her Father's hand had not moved at all, but that the motion came from her. She could feel how her Fathers finger slipped away and, with a pull on his tie, he made her stand up and turn around. 

Rising her chin up to face his steely-gray eyes, Raquel could see the anger in her Fathers eyes, she had failed him. Feeling a strong hand on her shoulder, Raquel dropped to her knees, again looking down, too ashamed to look her Father in the eye. She could feel how he caressed her hair like he used to when she was little. 

"You remember that your purity belongs to me until your wedding night, right?" The redhead just nodded, remembering how she had signed a purity contract, pledging that her purity was for God and her Father would be its guardian until this privilege would be passed on to her husband. 

Then his hand moved away, and she heard a belt buckle being opened closely followed by a zipper. Looking up she was faced with a limp cock. For a second she feels disappointed, and felt bad at herself for the though. Who, honestly, would wish their Father's cock erect at a time like this? 

"Take it in your mouth." He spoke.

Her eyes snapping back up at her Dad, meeting his steely gaze, trying to see if he was bluffing, or angry, but she couldn't decipher his mood at all. 

She had a choice to make, she could refuse to act and take the chance of angering her Father, or she could be an obedient little girl and just as her Father had instructed.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened, wishing her hands weren't bound behind her back as she let her forehead rest on the pudgy stomach of her Father as her lips closed around his flaccid member. 

Working her tongue around the member of her Father she didn't know if she had to be impressed by his control, or disappointed by the lack of reaction as his cock refused to grow. Since her tongue didn't seem to be doing the trick, she moved to something that had always driven Peter mad with desire. 

She looked her dad straight in the eyes. Her lips tightened around his shaft as her head started to move up and down, adding moans to her motion. She didn't know why, but she had noticed that Peter would get more into it if she moaned a little.  

She couldn't suppress a little smile as she felt her Father's cock slowly engorge inside her mouth. The smile traveling to her eyes, rewarding her with a caress of her cheek. Soon she had to scoot back a little as her Father surprised her with a solid eight-inch cock that seemed to grow out of nowhere. 

The second her Father was fully erect, Raquel started to work her mouth for all her worth, swallowing his shaft as deep as she could, licking his balls, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue, all while broadly smiling as she couldn't hide her giddiness. 

"On the table."

Raquel had to fight herself away from his cock, wanting nothing more than to please it, but reluctantly she stood up and moved to the table. 

She was about to bend over it, when she felt her Fathers hand on her shoulder, turning her around. Sitting her on the edge, he gently but firmly pushed her down. 

When her back touched the hard, wooden surface, he pushed her legs to the side so that her head hung over the edge. Then, aligning the head of his cock with her sultry lips, he started to push forward, and Raquel was all to happy to open up wide. 

Enjoying the feeling of the hard cock sliding in and out of her gasping mouth, Raquel let out an animal moan as her Father's hand closed in on her breast. He touched her not in the clumsy, tender way that Peter used, but a self secure grasp that left her shivering. Raquel was so focused on her own body that she hadn't noticed that she was deep throating, and, for a second, she started to panic. It took a moment for her to realise that if she couldn't handle it, it wouldn't have happened in the first place. 

Oh how she wished she had her hands free to play with her yearning pussy. Her Father's fingers twisted her nipples hard before trailing teasingly across her chest to her throat, softly closing around her airway as he pushed his dick all the way in her and started to massage his cock through her delicate skin.

While it choked her a little, Raquel was once again surprised at how arousing this was to her as her Father slowly increased the intensity of his hold, slowly choking her as his cock assaulted her throat. 

Raquel couldn't help but whimper as her Father retracted his big tool from her mouth, but as he moved to the front of the table as he pulled her straight and she quieted down, filled with anticipation. 

Placing each one of her feet on an opposite corner of the table, her Father looked from her face to her pussy. Knowing that she was offering him the view of a freshly shaven dripping wet pussy, she blushed again.

Biting her lower lip raw was all she could do to keep herself from screaming at her Father to take her, as the tip of his cock teased her, rubbing against puffy lips and caressing her swollen clit. 

Her body trembled under his touch as the purple head of her Fathers cock trailed a path downwards. Lining up his throbbing member with her anus. He leaned in a little and hardened his expression, not wanting to betray the amusement he felt at feeling her sphincter flex, desperate to swallow his member, just like her mothers ass had done. 

Grabbing both of her thighs he started to push himself inside her. She felt so tight that he knew she hadn't been using her poophole as a loophole, but, like her mother, her body seemed to have been made for sodomy.

A wild scream roared through her throat as her Father pushed his cock, inch-by-inch, inside of her, filling her in a way that she had never experienced.

Raquel had always expected it would hurt the first time, but, as her Father gradually filled her bottom, her only complaint was that he was going too slow. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her harder, but she didn't dare to voice her desire, that it might mean the end of her punishment. 

He stopped for a second as his balls hit the ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of being deep within a woman again, then taking her ankles he lifted her feet up and pushed her legs together in front of him. Raquel felt as if she was going to split in two because of this, but her wriggling around had nothing to do with that, she simply couldn't hold still as the pleasure was intoxicating. 

Without caution or gentleness the pastor started to pump in and out of his teenage daughter's virgin ass, and with every thrust he pushed both her legs a little to his right, twisting her hip slowly sideways as his gaze was locked on the wanton eyes of his baby girl. He kept his cock buried to the hilt as he slowly rotating her, feeling her young ass squeeze around his cock, as his daughter moaned, his veiny appendage sending surges of pleasure through her young body.

The second her knee touched the table, he started to pump into her, slow at first, but as her voluptuous tits started to jiggle, he picked-up the pace until her alabaster orbs were thrashing around. 

Raquel's eyes rolled back as she moaned loudly, she couldn't believe how good it felt to have her Father sodomise her like this. She knew it was wrong, but somehow she didn't care, so long as it kept on going. 

"Fuck me harder Daddy!" She moaned, and the Preacher again was reminded of his late wife. Smiling at her, he pushed her legs off the table, once again bending her over it. 

Pulling at his tie, bringing her hands backwards, she automatically grabbed her own cheeks and spread them apart for him. Grabbing her hip with his left hand, his right went to her long scarlet hair, yanking her head right back up as he started to drill her into the table, putting the soft treatment behind them. He started to push in hard, his balls slapping the soft skin of pussy with every thrust. 

The young redhead didn't understand what was happening to her, she could feel a ball of pure energy gathering in the bottom of her tummy as black spots appeared at the very edge of her vision. Loud, almost animalistic moans could be heard throughout the lounge and it took her a moment to realise that the sounds were coming from her.

Feeling pressure against her ankle, and having her hair pulled to the side, she twisted around again, twisting around her Father's cock like an animal on a spit-roast. 

Swinging her legs up over her Father's shoulders, she pushed herself up on her elbows, presenting her breasts to her Father. He continued to hammer away at her tight little asshole, not reaching for the jiggling treats. Instead, his large hands closed around her neck. His thumbs slowly caressing her throat as his fingers gave just enough pressure to make her feel his control over her.

The preacher couldn't deny he enjoyed this, seeing his daughter impaled on his cock, moaning and screaming in pleasure as they gazed into each others eyes in wanton pleasure. 

Recognising the telltale signs of an impending orgasm, he let his hands drop from her throat, placing one on her pelvis, flicking her clit with his thumb and sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her young body until her young eyes rolled back into their sockets and she passed out. 

+++

Consciousness was slow to return to Raquel. 

For a second she didn't understand what she was doing asleep on the sofa, but as the haze in her mind cleared, the burning sensation between her delicate buttocks reminded her that it hadn't been just a dream. 

"Ah, good to see you have finally graced us again with consciousness." She heard her Father say from the dining room table. "From now on, and until the day you get married, you are not to fool around with that boy. If your urges become too pressing, you will come to me and we will take care of it. Is that understood?"