2 comments/ 27375 views/ 2 favorites In God We Trust By: Cromagnonman I will preface this story with the usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person or organisation is not intended. There will be people who are offended by some references in this story; that's their prerogative. There will be some who will say that I know nothing of church, and that too is their prerogative. This story is not a criticism of the church as a whole, but of a singular, imaginary, church and about the values that are preached in many churches and ignored by a few such as this one, those of love and forgiveness. * I have been going to this church for the last three years, since I was fifteen, and I like it here. My mother and I came to this church from another because she felt that the reputation and large congregation would suit her better. At first I missed my old church but was soon involved with the Youth Group who were a great bunch of kids. My father never went to church and called those of us that did 'God botherers'. He said that they were only in it for the money and had no real interest in religion. This caused tension in their marriage and he eventually gave up trying to convince us. Eighteen months ago Mother announced that she was leaving that church and going to a new one. I told her that I wanted to stay where I was because I had friends there. She tried to persuade me to move on with her but eventually allowed me to stay. When I left school I enrolled in a secretarial college because I liked the idea of working in an office. To help my career I asked if I could help out in the church office and Pastor Mary Jennings, the wife of the Senior Pastor Andrew Jennings, said that they would welcome someone like me who was willing to volunteer to help out. At first all that I did was to type up letters on the word processor and file things, but after six months I could just about run the whole office on my own and Pastor Mary came in less often. On Sundays I would make sure that all the little things were in readiness for the meeting so that the others could concentrate on the main things like the words to the music cued for the big screens scattered around the two thousand seat auditorium, the collection baskets ready and the money bags in readiness in the Senior Pastors office so that the money could be counted and locked away ready to be taken to the bank in the morning. Pastor Andrew stopped in on his way to the stage and told me that I was doing a great job and thanking me for my efforts. It made me feel like I was an important person in this church. I was very happy with my life. The meeting began with the usual choruses. We were very proud of our music team and their professionalism. The driving beat and the singers belting out the upbeat music had all of us young people on our feet, jumping around and clapping to the beat. If anyone came in and saw us they would truly believe that we were being carried up in the euphoria of the moment. Pastor Andrew was exhorting all of us to follow the true paths of righteousness and prepare ourselves for the 'End Times' that were surely upon us, after all the signs were all there, the wars and disease that was raging across the world, and the earthquakes and floods and famines that always seemed to dominate the news, these were all signs mentioned in the Bible. While he didn't know when it was going to happen he confidently predicted that it would be 'soon'. While this was going on Matthew, Pastor Andrew's son leaned close to me, "A group of us are going to Justin's family's holiday house at the beach for a barbecue after church, I want you to come. Please say that you will." "I'll have to rung Mum and let her know, I'm sure that it will be okay." "Great! We look forward to it." For the rest of the meeting he was beside me. It was as if he was telling everyone that I was his girl and I felt really good about it because he was handsome, the handsomest guy there, and ever so popular. I rang Mum, "Hi, it's me, a group of us are going to the beach this afternoon, please say that I can go." "Who's going, how many will there be there and you don't have your swimming costume." "I'll drive home and get Matthew to meet me there, I can pick up my swim suit and change into something more casual." "All right Honey, have fun and don't get home too late." "Thanks Mum, I won't." Matthew came over. "Is it all right?" "Yes. I've got to go home and get changed into my swim suit. Could you follow me and pick me up, we'll go down together." "Sure thing, I'll see you in a little while." I hurried home and quickly got out of my church clothes and slipped into my bikini. It wasn't very revealing, not like the ones that you see the models wearing in those swimwear parades, they may just as well be wearing nothing at all. I slipped into a pair of shorts and a crop top, grabbed a cap, my sunnies and a beach towel and was walking out the door just when Matthew pulled up out front in his BMW. "Nice car." I said as I slid into the seat and fastened my seat belt. I caught Matthew looking at my breasts that, because of the seat belt stuck out more than normal. He quickly looked away and put the car into gear. "It's not bad. When the lease runs out on Dad's car he gets a new one and he can buy the old one from the lease company real cheap. I can't wait for his current car to reach its use by date." There were two other cars at the house when we got there. "Glad you made it," Justin said as we walked inside. "The barbecue's run out of gas and we're just going to get another cylinder. Make yourselves at home, we shouldn't be too long." "No rush." Matthew told them as they left. "Would you like something to drink? I'll see what there is." He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of orange juice. "It looks like it's orange juice or nothing." "I guess orange juice will be fine, thank you." He poured me a glass and handed it to me. "This tastes different." I said as I took my first sip. Matthew looked at the label. "It doesn't have any added sugar, that must be it. Would you like to go for a swim?" I slipped out of my shorts and top and we headed across the sand to the water. Matthew grabbed my hand as we walked. The water was cold when we got in but we soon got used to it and had waded out until it was above our waists. Matthew dived under a wave and when he came up he was treading water. I ducked under the next wave and came up beside him. "You look really nice, do you know that?" "Not really, I wish that I could do something about my nose, it's too big." "Rubbish! It's perfect the way it is." He ran his finger down my nose and over my lips and chin. It brushed over my breast and his hand wrapped around my body just below my breasts. He pulled me towards him and wrapped both arms around me hugging me to him. I wanted to protest that we shouldn't be doing this but I was enjoying the contact. His nose was nuzzling my neck. "You even smell good, I like your perfume." "It won't last long in the water." Matthew seemed as if he didn't want to let me go. As he was a little taller than I was his feet were touching the sandy bottom so he was holding me up. One of his hands moved up and his fingers touched my nipple. "Don't. You shouldn't be doing that." He left his hand where it was but stopped running his fingers over my nipple. That didn't reduce the sensation that I was feeling under his touch. He lowered his head and kissed my neck, it felt so good that I turned my head a little so that he could kiss my lips. I turned in his embrace and he kissed me hard on the lips. Because my feet weren't touching the bottom he had to pull me close to stop me sinking and believe me, the way I was feeling right now I would have disappeared beneath the waves and not noticed. As he held me, and kissed me hungrily I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. This shouldn't be happening but it was. His hands were squeezing my bottom, kneading the cheeks and my resistance was fading. "Please Matthew, please stop. We shouldn't be doing this, what would your father say if he knew what we're doing?" "Stacey, Honey, I really like you, a lot. I see you in church and in the office and I think to myself now Stacey is a really nice girl and I want to get close to her but I'll never do anything to hurt her. I've tried really hard to resist what I'm feeling right now but all I want to do is to hold you and kiss you and feel your boobs. Stacey I get all horny just seeing you and I know my father wouldn't approve if I was to do more than feel you and to look at you, but please let me look at them." I didn't know what to think, everything I'd been told by my mother, everything that we'd been taught in Sex Ed. at school told me that I shouldn't do this but I just knew that he wouldn't go any further and what's the harm in letting him see them. I pulled up my bikini top and freed them for him. Matthew pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his body so that I could partly support myself and I put my arms around his neck so that I could lean back and let him look at me. "Wow, they're really nice." His hands were free and they moved between us and he began to touch me, to circle my nipples with a finger, teasing them and causing them to puff up and all the time this tingly feeling was coursing through my body. If he put me down my legs would collapse. He bent his head and his mouth sucked on a nipple, his tongue taking over from his finger in running circles around it. I had to stop him, everything told me to stop him except the feeling in my body, it was telling me that I shouldn't be such a prissy little Christian. My brain yelled at me telling me to ignore my body. "Come. Let's go back to the house." Matthew tucked my breasts back into my top and started to walk back to the beach with me still clinging to him, his hard cock rubbing between my legs making it harder for me to say 'no' if and when the time came. Once on the sand he put me down and we walked arm in arm to the house. He didn't seem to care that his cock was pushing against the fabric of his board shorts, not that there was anyone else on that lonely stretch of beach to see. Once inside he handed me my towel and I rubbed the sand and water from my body. "Why don't you take your bikini off, we won't be going back in before the others get back and they'll be a little while yet. You'll be more comfortable in dry clothes." I went into the bathroom and stripped off my bikini and slipped into my shorts and crop top. I didn't think there would be a problem in not having panties under my shorts. As I walked back into the living area Matthew was staring at me. "You look really great in that outfit." He took me in his arms held me tightly and kissed me. I could feel my nipples harden and when he pulled away I looked down to see them standing out against the thin stretchy crop top. He went into the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later with just his shorts on. His bare chest had a thin bush of fine hair on it and his stomach looked taut and toned. He was so handsome. He sat on the large sofa and patted the seat beside him. I sat next to him wondering what was about to happen, knowing what was about to happen and part of me said 'get up and sit somewhere else' while another part told me to ignore the first part. Matthew's arm draped over my shoulder. "There's just the two of us here, I want to get to really know you." He kissed me and his other hand cupped my breast and his thumb and forefinger tweaked my nipple. I muttered something that sounded vaguely like 'don't' but it was indistinct because of his mouth covering mine. My nipple was hard and his caress was making me wet. Then his hand slipped under my top and I could feel his skin on mine and it was the most incredible sensation. I hugged him to me knowing that what we were doing was wrong but I didn't care. I knew that he cared for me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I just knew it. He lifted my top just as he had done in the water, and his mouth engulfed my nipple just as it had done. He took my hand in his and placed it on his hard cock. He made it jerk under my touch and it seemed to get bigger and harder as I held it. Was it possible that I had such an effect on him? I squeezed it and he moved his hips so that it moved back and forth in my hand. "That feels so good." He reached down and unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out of the opening. I could feel the hot flesh in my hand and he put his hand over mine and squeezed it. I didn't know what I was feeling at this time, I was on cloud nine, I was feeling everything and nothing, it was a blur and it was focused. My mind was a blur but my senses were focused on the cock in my hand, I knew I shouldn't want it but I wanted it desperately. It was as if all of my girly fantasies were combined at this one point in time. I knew I was going to give myself to him. It was as if he sensed my capitulation because his hand found its way under the hem of my shorts and his finger found the opening of my wet, virginal, pussy. He pushed it in as far as the first joint and moved it around inside me and I pushed down on his hand, forcing it further in. I caressed his cock and he caressed my pussy and I lost all sense of time and space. I can remember him pulling my top off and then my shorts and for the first time in my life I was naked in front of a man. He stood up and dropped his shorts, and he looked so hot standing there with his cock stiff in front of my face. Pushing me back down onto the sofa he stretched out beside me and his hand went once more to my pussy. I felt for his rock hard cock and stroked it. "Stacey darling, will you let me make love to you?" "I've never done this before, I don't know." "Please darling, I love you and I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't care for you." "Do you really love me?" This was all so quick, I couldn't believe it. "Of course I do." He rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, his finger still inside me only it was moving faster and faster until my whole body was engulfed in the most intense feeling and I could feel my juices flooding from me. He lowered himself onto me and, lifting me knees up, he pushed his cock into me. It was stopped by my barrier. "Ow! That hurts! Please, no more." I sobbed. "Don't worry, it hurts at first, but as soon as I push through your hymen it won't hurt anymore." He pushed harder and I sobbed until I felt it burst through. After that it hurt a little bit for a while until the pleasure sensation took over and I began to enjoy the feeling as his cock slid in and out of me. He kissed me often over the next however long it took and told me over and over that he loved me. I was feeling lucky because the hottest guy in church was telling me he loved me. I didn't care that we were doing something that we had stood up in church and promised that we wouldn't. I felt him tense and a flood of his semen shot from his cock deep inside me. "That was the best, we are made for each other." This time his kiss lasted for a long time and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Eventually he got up off the sofa and grabbed a towel and wiped the sticky mess from my pussy. Before wiping his cock clean. "Come with me Stacey, we'll be more comfortable on a bed." He helped me to my feet and led me into a bedroom. We climbed into the bed and pulled the sheet over us. There was enough light coming through the sheet for me to see him and his limp cock. "You are the most beautiful and sexy girl in church, the other guys are going to be so jealous of us. You are my girlfriend aren't you Stacey?" "Yes I am and I'm truly happy about it. I love you Matthew and I want to be with you forever. I want so much for us to be happy that I'd do anything for you." "You would? Will you scrunch down and take my cock in your mouth and suck it." This surprised me, had he done this before or was it something that he'd heard about and wanted to try? I had read about girls sucking cock and enjoying it while others I'd read about said that there was no way that they would ever suck cock and here he was asking me to do it to him. I turned around in the bed and took his cock in my mouth. It was soft and there was still a drop of his semen on the tip so I licked it off. I felt his finger enter my pussy and slide in and out. Then it was his tongue licking me and he found my clitoris and licked it hard. I could feel another orgasm coming on. I had read about women who had never had one in their whole life and here I was just about to have my third in one afternoon. I couldn't believe how good making love made me feel. Matthew's cock began to harden so he asked me to turn around and straddle him. He fed his cock into me and I began to slide up and down his shaft. This felt so good and my pussy didn't hurt this time. He had just ejaculated inside me again when we heard a car pull up outside. It was the others returning. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He got out of bed and pulled his shorts on. "Well?" Justin asked. Matthew nodded to them. "Do you think that she'll be up for it?" "Give me ten minutes and then you can come in, okay?" "Sure. How did the vodka and OJ work?" "Good. She's had three and I'm just going to give her another." He poured a glass for me and brought it into the bedroom. "Here you are, I thought that you could do with a drink." I drank it thirstily and he took the glass from me and put it on the bedside table before climbing back into bed. "What are the others doing?" I asked him. "They're going to have a swim and then crank up the barbie so we can have something to eat." He kissed me and his hand found its way once more to my pussy. It didn't take long for his cock to get hard and he turned me over and asked me to get on my hands and knees. So this was the doggy style that I'd heard about. He entered me and began thrusting his cock deep inside me. We had been making love for some minutes when I thought I heard the door open but dismissed it as ridiculous, the others wouldn't come into the room while we were making love. Matthew pushed his cock as far as it would go into me and another load of semen flooded inside me. He pulled out and I thought he was going to get the towel so that I could clean up when I felt a cock slip into me. This couldn't be Matthew he'd just come. I looked over my shoulder to see Justin behind me with his cock in me. The others were watching. "No! Stop this!" I tried to pull free but he had a firm grip on my hips and was preventing me from getting free. "Matthew stop him. I don't want anyone other than you to make love to me." "I'm not making love to you, I'm fucking you and we're all going to fuck you." "No! I don't want to do this! Matthew I want to go home, please take me home." "Sorry Stacey. They let me fuck their girlfriends so it's only fair that I should let them fuck you. You did say that you'd do anything for me." "But I didn't mean this! If I'd known that you were going to share me around with your mates I never would have come here with you. What about your promise to the church that you were saving yourself for when you got married? What about the promise we all made in church, doesn't that mean anything to you?" "You didn't believe that bullshit did you. I knew that you were pretty naïve but I never thought that you'd believe that crap." Justin said as he came inside me and they all laughed. I felt so stupid for having believed that they were serious. He pulled out to be immediately replaced by either Trent or Lyall. After the four of them had finished they left to put the sausages on the barbecue leaving me sobbing in the bed. They must have planned this for some time, they must have known that I was a naïve and trusting girl who would go along with whatever Matthew said and did to me, and to think that I'd fallen for it, had trusted Matthew, after all he was the son of an 'awesome man of God' so why wouldn't I? In God We Trust I felt so sore and abused, my pussy throbbed from the attention and my head was beginning to ache and it felt 'fuzzy'. This started me thinking that maybe there was something other than orange juice in that plastic bottle, something that was meant to help me 'loosen up'. What was I going to do? None of them had worn a condom and all of them had come inside me, was that the right term, come? I got out of bed and had a shower making sure that I paid particular attention to my pussy. The shower had one of those roses that was on a flexible hose so I used that, holding my pussy open with the fingers of one hand while I aimed the water as far inside me as I could with the other. I finished my shower and put my shorts and crop top on over my still damp bikini. The guys were standing around the barbecue and each of them had a can of beer in his hand. "Would you like a beer Honey." Matthew asked me. "No. and don't call me 'Honey' ever again, I hate you , I hate all of you and hate what you've done to me this afternoon. You acted like I was some kind of slut and I want you to take me home, now!" "Just relax Stacey, we'll take you home soon." "I want to go home now and if you're not going to take me I'll walk." I picked up my towel and walked through the house to the road. Matthew came running after me. "Stacey, I know that you're upset and I'm sorry, really sorry. Will you believe me if I told you that I didn't know that the guys were going to fuck you?" "I don't know what to believe any more, I just want to go home." "Look, come back and we'll have something to eat and then I promise I'll take you straight home, promise." He had his arm around me guiding me back toward the house. Was I a slut? If I wasn't why did his arm around me feel so good? By the time we had reached the rear of the house my arm was around him. I caught the look on the others' faces, it said that I'd forgiven him. I sat down and Matthew fetched me a sausage sandwich with a pile of onions and barbecue sauce. He sat next to me as we ate, licking the juices from his arms, it's almost impossible to eat one of these without dribbling juice and I laughed at his predicament. I'd chosen to hold my sandwich over the plate and attack it from above so that any juices fell onto the plate. The guys chatted about everything and nothing, it was just chatter for chatter's sake, until Trent looked at Matthew. "Hey, he's still got the hots for Stacey." They were staring at Matthew's lap. I looked down and sure enough his cock had formed a tent in his shorts. The guys were laughing at Matthew and his tent. He reached over and took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was about to take it away when he did that thing that made it jump. I was confused, did he really have feelings for me, and did he really not know that the guys wanted to fuck me? I didn't know what to think, I wanted to believe that he wanted me for himself but I didn't know. He had finished his sandwich and took my plate from me. His hand rested on my thigh just below the hem of my shorts. We were still talking to the others when I became aware that his hand had edged up and was pushing up the leg of my shorts. Justin, Trent and Lyall got up and ran down onto the sand, and began throwing a football back and forth to each other. Matthew made no attempt to follow. We were facing towards the house so they couldn't see what we were doing, couldn't see his hand move right up my leg, couldn't see his finger push past the elastic in my bikini and push into my pussy. He had taken my hand off his cock long enough to slide the zipper down before replacing it. I stroked it and his eyes closed and emitted a sigh of pleasure. Matthew stood up and led me into the house. I knew what was going to happen next and part of me wanted it not to happen but a bigger part was eager to feel his cock inside me again. He led me back into the bedroom that smelled of what had happened before and I climbed onto the bed that was still damp from before. If he was going to take me for a slut I should act like one. I was kneeling on the bed and he was standing beside it. I pulled his shorts down and took his cock into my mouth and fondling his balls as I'd read somewhere that men liked. He reached out and took off both my crop top and bikini top and reached down to unbutton the waist of my shorts before pushing them down as far as they could go. I fell back onto the bed so that he could strip off both my shorts and bikini bottom. As soon as they were off I lay back and opened my legs for him. I had a plan. Matthew was thrusting strongly and was getting close to coming when I heard the door open again, the others were back inside. With a final lunge he came and I could feel his juices all hot inside me. He pulled out and stood up. I looked around the room and they were all standing there with their hands on their hard cocks. "Well, who's going to be the next to fuck me? You treat me like a slut so I'm going to act like a slut, so who's next." Matthew stared at me in surprise as Justin lay on his back. "Get on top." I straddled him and began to move up and down his shaft. After several minutes he took me by the shoulder and pulled me towards him, kissing me. I felt the bed move and a cock press against my anus. Whoever it was poured some oil on my hole and his cock before pushing it into me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would but I didn't really like it. Soon I had two cocks pumping into me, it wasn't pleasurable for me but the guys, going by the grunting, were having a good time. It must have been Lyall in my arse because Trent pushed his cock into my mouth. Now I really was a slut, I had three of them at one time. I caught a glimpse of Matthew's face, he wasn't happy with me. They swapped places several times before they withdrew their cocks from the various holes and began to jerk off at my face. They obviously wanted to shower me with their come because they made no effort to direct it into my mouth so I ended up with it on my chin, my forehead and even some on my eyelid. I wiped as much as I could of it off with my fingers and sucked them clean. "Do you want more or can we go home?" "I think we'd better go, we have to be at church tonight." Matthew said. "You guys are a mob of fucking hypocrites, do you know that? I bet that I'm not the first girl that you've brought down here for this treatment, and I bet that I'm also not the first to lose her virginity in the process, and now you're going to go off to church as if nothing has happened." "Come on Stacey, clean up and let's go." Matthew was angry at me for openly inviting the others to fuck me. "No, you can take me home as I am." I picked up my clothes and towel, as well as the bottle of orange juice, and walked naked to his car. "Would you please put on your clothes." Matthew said. "I'm not moving until you do." "What? Don't tell me that you're scared of someone seeing the innocent girl that you and your friends have defiled and turned into a slut behaving exactly as you've made her?" "At least put the towel around you." He took it from me and draped it over my shoulders. "I do think that you should at least put on your shorts." "I'll think about it, now drive." This was a different person to the one that he'd picked up only hours ago and he was beginning to get frightened wondering what I was going to do next. What came next was that I jumped from his car and ran naked up the path from the road to front door. I didn't have my key with me so I rang the doorbell. My father opened it and I rushed inside. "I'm never ever going back to that church!" I ran to my room. I was lying on the bed with my come covered face when my parents came in. "Stacey just look at you! What on earth has been going on?" "I went to the beach with Matthew as I said that I was going to and he seduced me. He told me that he loved me and that he wanted me to be his girlfriend. This was while his friends were getting gas for the barbecue and as it turned out, beer. When they got back they took it in turns to rape me. I told them I didn't want to, but nothing would stop them. I gather that his isn't the first time that this has happened." "Were there any other girls there?" Mother asked. "No, it was just me. I think that this has been planned for a long time. When I think back I've noticed them looking at me for the past month as if they were trying to gauge whether I would fall for it. Oh, and by the way." I took the bottle from the folds of my towel. "I think that you'll find that there's more than orange juice in here." "Right that's it. We're going to the police with this, they have deliberately spiked this juice to lower you inhibitions and make it easy to fall for his line of bullshit about love and fidelity." Mother wrapped a robe around me and they led me to their car. The police were good, the Medical Examiner was kind and didn't judge me when she saw the semen all over my face and inside my pussy as well as the evidence of penetration of the anus. The blood sample came back very positive, I would have lost my license if I'd been pulled over driving with that blood alcohol level. A statement was taken and I was allowed to go home. Mother was very supportive of me and my situation. "You know when I decided to leave that church?" "Yes." "I didn't tell you the real reason because I was ashamed of what had happened. And it has taken a lot of discussion with your father and a lot of support from him, for me to get over that. Now I wished that I had told you the real reason back then, because if I had none of this would have happened. I need for you to forgive me, will you do that?" "Forgive what? What is there to forgive? Mother you're not making any sense." "All right, I'll tell you all. If you remember just before I left the church I had to go into Day Surgery for a minor procedure. That procedure was an abortion. I feel pregnant to Pastor Jennings and he forced me to terminate the pregnancy, he even paid for it, I kept the receipt." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I was ashamed of what I had done. He seduced me, I got the line about his loveless marriage and how Pastor Mary had denied him sex for months. He told me that he appreciated the volunteer work that I'd been doing for the church and how he'd noticed me and was falling in love with me. We had sex in his office, it was just the once, and I fell pregnant. I knew the child couldn't be your father's because he has had a vasectomy, so you can imagine how I felt when I confirmed my condition." "What did Daddy say when he found out?" "Your father was brilliant. He could have run over to the church and punched Pastor Andrew's lights out. He could have lectured me about allowing myself to be suckered in by this holier than thou church with its God bothering Pastor, but he didn't. We had long talks and went for long walks. Would it surprise you to know that I haven't gone to another church since then but I feel so much closer to God than I ever did in church, and I have your father to thank for that?" "But how, what, where, when and why? I don't understand, Daddy has never gone to church so how?" I was confused again. "He used to go to church but lost faith in religion because of the perceived hypocrisy of the whole church thing. He came to realise that church wasn't about how church could serve God but about how God could serve the church. At first I didn't understand, that was until he asked me how, other than making the congregation feel good for a couple of hours on Sunday, were they doing the work of God. He got me to read Matthew Chapter 23 and then asked me how different the church was from the church that Jesus criticised in the Bible. There was little difference, everything that they did was for show, and if Jesus had come to take over the spiritual life of the people because the church had lost the plot 2,000 years ago, hadn't the church that was doing the same similarly lost the plot?" "He asked me about the church teaching on prayer and I told him about prayer moving mountains and if everyone prayed together it had more power. He then asked me what Jesus' teachings on prayer and I was ashamed to say that I didn't know. He got me to read Matthew 6 where Jesus tells us that when we pray we should go off on our own to pray and that those who love to pray in public are only doing it so that they look good. It also tells us that God knows what we're going to pray for before we pray so what's the point of public prayer?" "He took me for a walk along the beach on a stormy day, there was salt spray everywhere and the wind was really strong. Then he told me to think of the power of God in that storm and to allow it to wash everything from my mind, all of my problems, and to open my mind to God. It was at that moment that I first truly found God." She took me in her arms and said to me. "I want you to truly find God and when you achieve that you'll also find forgiveness." "Mum I have already forgiven Matthew, the others may take some time, but the look on his face when he saw the humiliation that the others had subjected me to, it was his heart reaching out to me and telling me that he was sorry for allowing it to go that far." The doorbell rang interrupting the moment. Dad answered it and it was Matthew. "Mister Simmons, I'm Matthew Jennings and I've come to tell Stacey how sorry I am for what happened this afternoon." "Come in. Stacey has told us what happened. I would like to hear if from you." "I will understand it if you're angry with me and kick me out." He looked at me. "I didn't go to church tonight, you were right I was a hypocrite and to go there as if nothing had happened would have confirmed that. When I leave here I'm going to the police and hand myself in. I assume that you've already been there." "This afternoon had been planned for some time, I chose Stacey as the girl and it was me that had to seduce her as the first part of the scenario. We had done this several times before but this was the first time where I was to be the seducer. The plan was that once we got to the beach house Justin would find that the gas bottle was empty and that he would have to go get a refill, taking the others with him. The gas bottle was full, they went to the hotel instead." "The orange juice that I was to give you was laced with vodka to loosen you up. When we were in the water and I was cuddling you and fondling you I came to realise that I actually was attracted to you and the longer the afternoon went the more I became ashamed at what we had planned. If it had been just the two of us I would still have seduced because I wanted to so much. I wasn't lying to you when I told you that I loved you and I had realised that the reason that I chose you was because I had been attracted to you for some time. I had myself convinced that I could stop the others from raping you. They raped you just as I did." "The first time I made love to you was a special moment for me, I had forgotten about everything other than I was making love to the girl that I knew I really liked and I wanted to keep you for myself, but when the others came back it was obvious from what Justin said that nothing would stop them. I had to let it happen." "And the second time, why didn't you stop that?" "Because by then it had gone too far, and Justin had threatened me that if I didn't go ahead with the plan he'd tell my father all about what we'd been doing. That scared me because when my father is angry, boy is he angry. I couldn't face that. But now, I'm prepared to face whatever I have to face. Your anger, the police, my father, the people at church, I'll face it all and take whatever punishment I have to." His head was bowed in shame. "Matthew, will you look at me?" His head came up slowly. "Matthew I have forgiven you. I saw the look on your face when as you watched the others and my heart went out to you. I am very fond of you, and have been for some time, but then I wasn't aware of what you and the others had been doing. But that looked changed everything, they didn't care what humiliation they subjected me to, but you were ashamed at what was happening. That was when I forgave you." I went to him and put my arms around him. He burst into tears and I kissed them from his cheek and then kissed his mouth. He had a puzzled look on his face. This was definitely not the reaction he had expected. "Matthew." My father said. "I am disappointed with you for what you've done to Stacey but I wouldn't be a Christian if I didn't offer the hand of forgiveness to you. If you're serious about going to the police I will go with you and put in a good word for you. I'll even help you face your father, but not tonight. Tonight you will stay here with us because we need time for your father to cool down." He held out his hand and Matthew took it. My mother placed her arm around him. "Don't worry Matthew, we'll help you through this." Monday morning and I wasn't at the church office and no-one rang to see where I was or to ask how I was feeling. Father went to work and Matthew rang his work to arrange to take the week off, he couldn't face the prospect of going to work knowing that Justin, who he worked with, had probably had a visit from the police and even if he wasn't in gaol he would be angry. Mother made a couple of phone calls and left at around 9.30 without telling us where she was going. Matthew and I sat in the lounge room and played computer games, anything to take our minds off past events. It didn't work. "Do you really forgive me?" I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Yes I really do forgive you. If you want proof I'll even let you make love to me." Another kiss from me. "No, that wouldn't be right. I don't feel right about even thinking about making love to you." "You'll just have to forgive yourself. You feel guilty about your role in this and, if you feel that you have to earn my forgiveness before you can forgive yourself, than I'll help you with that." "You and your family are the most amazing people I've ever met. My family are supposed to be the Christian ones, but compared to you, they're not in the same ball park." Mother arrived home with pastries from the local bakery and we sat around drinking coffee and munching on meat pies and Cornish pasties. "I've spoken to your mother," Mother said to Matthew, "and we have agreed that you can stay here with us until Saturday. When you go home you'll have to face your father's anger and believe me he is angry. You will be ordered to stand before the people at Sunday's meeting and confess to your sins and beg for their understanding and forgiveness. That's when things will get interesting." She left it at that. Much of the time we spent at home talking to Mother but she flatly refused to let us in on the secret about what was going to happen on Sunday. Friday night my parents found that they had an engagement that they simply could not get out of so they left the two of us alone. We started the evening by trying to get into some stupidly obvious formula romcom on TV but gave up after half an hour. "Come with me." I grabbed Matthew's hand and led him to my bedroom. I jumped onto the bed and motioned for him to join me. I kissed him and held him to me until I felt him stir down below. I unbuttoned my top and. Taking his hand I placed it on my breast, holding his hand to me with mine. It was his turn to kiss me. He fondled my breast and hardened nipple for several minutes during which I had unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from him. My shirt followed, then my bra and shorts leaving me in just my panties. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans off leaving on, for the time being, his underpants. I slipped my hand down the front of his jocks and felt his hard cock. I stroked it and it got even harder. His hand had slipped down the front of my panties and cupped my pussy, his finger entering me, my slippery pussy. It wasn't long before our underwear joined the rest of our clothes in a heap on the floor and I found his cock deep inside me. In God We Trust When my parents got home Mum quietly opened my bedroom door and peeked inside. We were both naked on the bed, I was half on top of him with one leg over his and my arm around his neck. She could see in the half light from the hallway Matthew's sperm that had oozed from me and lay in a dried pool on his thigh. She pulled the sheet up over us and just as she turned to leave I opened my eyes and smiled at her, we smiled at each other. Sunday morning and for the first time in living memory my father joined us in church. I caught a glimpse of Matthew and smiled at him. He looked scared and for good reason. After the usual couple of up-beat and happy choruses Pastor Andrew walked onto the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a sad day for me and my family. My son Matthew, along with a couple of his friends, has been charged with the rape of a girl from this church. I don't know whether she is here today but I don't intend identifying her to save her the embarrassment that comes with this." "Matthew will have to face the full wrath of the law! Matthew will have to face the wrath of God! Matthew will have to face my wrath! And Matthew will have to face the wrath of this church!" 'I have ordered him to seek counselling for his actions. I have ordered him to pray for God's forgiveness! It will be hard for me to forgive his betrayal of me and my values, and I pray to God that I will eventually reach that stage of forgiveness, but until then he is not a part of my family and he is no longer a part of this church family. I have always encouraged him to lead a Godly life. I have always set an example that he can aspire to and I am absolutely shattered that he should betray me in this way!" "I, I, I'm sorry. I can't go on." He burst into tears and through those tears he began to pray. Pastor Mary walked onto the stage and took the microphone from him. "I am going to say something today that I've wanted to say for some time but lacked the courage, and I'll probably use language more associated with a construction site than a church but here goes. Andrew Jennings you are a hypocrite!" There was a shocked silence from the congregation and Jennings stopped praying and glared at her in amazement and confusion. "'John Chapter eight verse seven. "Let he who is without sin be the first to cast the stone at her.' Andrew Jennings you are a fucking hypocrite!" He made that flat handed signal across the throat to the sound engineer to cut the mike feed. The volume went up instead. "You stand there with your holier than thou attitude and condemn your own son for doing the same thing that you have been doing for years. You go on about your family values and you stance on pre-marital and extra-marital sex and abortion and this is what I find." She signalled the person operating the big screens and a receipt was flashed onto the three huge screens. "Here you have an example of your Pastor's moral values. This is a receipt from an abortion clinic. Your Pastor had an affair with a woman in this church and she fell pregnant. He begged her to tell everyone that the child was her husband's but she refused because that would have been impossible as her husband had a vasectomy several years ago. He eventually agreed to her having an abortion and him paying for it." She turned to face her husband. "Where are your values now you hypocrite?" What happened next was amazing. From the body of the church a chant arose. "Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypocrite!" It was taken up by the church and Pastor Jennings attempted to leave the stage by the doorway at the rear of the stage that was used by the musicians but he found it blocked by a couple of singers. He turned and rushed from the stage and ran from the auditorium followed by the taunting chant. "Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypocrite!" Pastor Mary held up her hands for silence that took a long time to descend over the crowd. "Under the circumstances I think that we should close this meeting with a prayer of forgiveness for all of the people who have sinned." Pastor Mary and my mother hugged each other. "My God that felt good! I wish that I'd had the courage to face him a long time ago." "Why don't you join us for a walk in our church? Matthew is coming with us and you're more than welcome." "Walk in your church? I'm confused." "We're going for a walk along a walking trail in the bush where we can marvel at what God has given us and open ourselves, really open ourselves, to Him. That is our church." "I'll do it. It has to be better than this one."