0 comments/ 15896 views/ 3 favorites Church By: FreddieM It had been a long day and I was looking forward to seeing Rachel the whole drive home and the classes before. The last week had been hectic and I just wanted to have some quiet time with her. I pulled into the drive to see a quiet house which is really odd because Kate has a habit of practicing when ever she has the house to herself. I opened the front door expecting her to be asleep on the couch or doing homework of the silent kind but instead I sighed when I found her not at home and a message flashing red on the answering machine. "Freddie, I'm sorry but I'm not going to be home for dinner tonight; Dan. gave me the key to the chapel for the evening and the acoustics are so pretty I couldn't help my self. I love you, bye" BBBBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP Feeling disappointed, I steered myself to the sofa by way of the fridge. I flopped down with a soda and a groan wondering what to do with the rest of my night when my bird chirped a loud wolf whistle from his cage in the corner. "Mmmmffffhhh, yeah me too" I mumbled back to him. He never makes sence but he likes to "converse". Hungry but too lazy to get up I took another drink of soda. I started to think about what Rachel must be up to and how her practice was going when it occurred to me that she probably will completely forgo dinner if her lip holds up. "I always liked picnics and as much as I loath churches I could salvage my day by bringing one to Rachel. What do you think little bird? Pretty eddie." I suggest for the master's input "Mritty mird mritty meddie" "Yep" finishing my soda and then getting off my ass I go into the kitchen to see what picnic paraphernalia we have in store... Or Chinese... Yes, Chinese. In efforts to make up for a severe lack in cuisine searching for accessories is a necessity. I manage to find a basket, clean plates, and a table cloth before I go up into our room and muster a small army of candles for our take out feast. I wonder how in the hell I'm going to get her out of the chapel long enough to get all of this set up. Oh well, I'll think of something on the way. I went to the China Buffett with my picnic basket and picked up to food and drove to the catholic church where Kate gets her lessons. I sat in the parking lot for ten minutes watching the sun set and wondering how to best introduce the picnic. The sky was still a little blue with a setting red sun that seemed to be slowly spreading it's hugh across the clear sky. The effect was calming and quietly pretty. I think I'll just walk in and set up dinner quietly while she practices. Decision made I walked up to the tall doors of the church and saw the saint over the door and wondered if I would somehow profane the church should anything interesting happen. I smirked to myself and walked in. The foyer of the church was small and I could her the sounds of Rachel playing in the other room. She couldn't hit the high note in what she was playing and I heard an angry scream. Her lip must be going out and I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a very bad thing. She does jump at every opportunity to use the chapel so the chances of her being too mad to eat are on the rise. In front of the alter Rachel was leaning back and trying so hard to fight her failing lip she turned bright red but all her trumpet did was squeal. She was wearing a blue and black sarong and a tight fitting blue button up blouse. When she saw me in the door way she let the bell of her horn drop and stamped her flip flopped feet and moaned her despair at me. "Take a break. I brought dinner" I advised indicating my basket, "the sunset is really pretty outside. I'll set it up, go rest for a little while. You can always pick up again after dinner" "But it worked a minute ago! Maybe just a little longer" "It won't work until you rest you lip. Are you hungry?" "Yes. I'll help" she motioned for the basket but I wouldn't have it "No, let me do this. Please? Go get a drink of water and watch the sunset for a little while" "Ok" she agreed grudgingly So much for quietly setting up while she practice. The room was really pretty in a church sort of way. I started to clear off the alter to make it a dinner table. I set out the flat wear, food, and candles and was half way through lighting them- "Freddie, what are you doing?" Her suspicious voice came from behind me and I jumped "Nothing... just setting up dinner, Love" "On the alter?" "Where else?" "Ok... What did you bring?" When I turned I say Rachel pressing a wet cloth to her face to cool off. She looked a little flustered and sweaty from playing and the humidity of the day. I also noticed that she'd unbuttoned another button on her top giving me a view of her glistening pale breast but she was too busy seeking food to notice me looking. She passed me before I noticed how hard I was staring and I caught myself watching her butt as she walked up to the table. God I must be hornier than I thought. "Oooo, Chinese" she said and went to fetch a chair "Thanks for bringing me dinner. I'm sorry-- "It's ok, sit down and tell me about your lesson while I finish lighting the candles" "Why candles?" "I thought it could be fun. Don't think so?" she just smiled at me The quiet smile she wore as she reached for the food and dug in made me smile back at her as I finished with the candles and joined her. It was getting dark outside as we ate quietly with the glow of the candles making for a pretty scene. The church was mostly dark save the reflection of the little flames set up in prayer candle fanion not far from the food. Surprisingly the glass set off enough light to give a faint glow to the whole alter. Candle light always gives Kate's skin and hair a red gold glow and her eyes turn a deep green. I watched her more than my food and she looked up, "what?" "Nothing you just look really good" to which she stuck her tongue out at me. I just smiled and sat back in my chair sipping my drink and watching her. She did look beautiful with her hair spilling over her shoulders and her white skin contrasting with her deep blue shirt. My gaze crossed her ample cleavage and I was distinctly grateful that I was sitting down. I waited and watched her finish her meal until she leaned back in her chair with a sultry smile and asked "am I for dessert?" "I sincerely hope so" I retorted with a grin and let her see my gaze go to her breasts. To this she got up and walked the few paces to my chair, pulled her hair over one shoulder, and leaned down to kiss me slowly and softly with her tongue pushing deep into my mouth. "Thanks for bringing me dinner" she said as she broke off our kiss Without another word she sat across my lap and wrapped her arms around me for another slow soft kiss. It quickly turned into a long sloppy one when she started to kiss her way down to my neck and my heart pounded in anticipation. I could feel her mouth go into a grin with her teeth scraping along my skin. A long wet tongue licked it's way across my neck pushing against my skin making my heart pound. She heard me gasp at the sensation and shifted her weight closer to me. One hand closed around the other side of my neck holding me in place she sank her teeth into my flesh. It hurt but made my heart pound and my cock throb in my pants. My arms squeezing her tight to my chest hoping she won't stop. She licks my neck with the flat of her tongue. My head swims and I rake my fingers though her hair holding her mouth to me. I didn't notice at first but apparently she had been unzipping my pants and I felt her warm little hand close around my cock and squeeze. Her hand slid down my length and back up with ease and she never stopped licking my neck and sending shivers up and down my spine. This is not what I had planned I thought struggling to put words together despite Rachel's busy hand and mouth but what the hell it feels really good disregard my bitching, I was loving every moment. It seemed like her licking never stopped and her grip on my pulsing hard on was getting tighter. I knew I was getting close can't cum... too many plans... hold off "Kate... I'm really... close cut it-" out but before I could say the last word she closed her mouth on mine and sucked on my tongue so hard it made me moan. Ok you win but then she let go of my cock and moved her mouth back to my neck. Thank god it was then I felt her thumb caress the vert tip of my cock, where it is so very sensitive, and start to spread the pre cum around my head. My cock strained against her hand as she got a grip on my shaft and kept rubbing the very tip with her thumb. It felt so good I couldn't open my eyes and Rachel heard one of my very rare loud moans. I could feel her shutter with excitement and lick my neck feverishly. The nails of her other hand dug into my back leaving little scratches. I love it when she does that and when she gets into a fever. With extreme control, she stopped. Everything suddenly stopped and my vision blurred as waves of sensations continued to poor over me. Kate let me cool down but I knew I wasn't alone when I heard her panting against my neck. Ever so gently she put her mouth to my neck and blew cool air across the wet skin. I could feel goose bumps rise and I shivered with pleasure. Her soft hot mouth gently opened on my skin while her hand got a tight grip around the head of my cock and squeezed. In one agonizingly slow movement her tongue dragged it's way up my neck and her tight wet grip slid down my cock. It was too much and I held my breath as I came in her hand. She kept pumping my hard on until her hand was soaked and I was spent. I could feel her smile before I saw it and she looked into my dazed eyes with a very self satisfied smile before she kissed me passionately. Our kiss ended softly and I could hear the wet sounds of it echoing in the chapel. I looked into her eyes again and found them bright green in the candle light that bathed her pale skin. We just looked at each other for a moment and once again her quiet beauty amazed me... and then she gave a grin like the one a cat gets when it's caught a bug. I just shook my head "oooo" she purred as she grabbed my cock which to her delight was still hard. I just smiled at her and unbuttoned another button on her shirt. She wasn't wearing a braw and I could see her nipples straining against the fabric. The soft inner curve of her breast brings back lust to go with my hard on. My hand slides inside her shirt twisting her hard nipple gently. Rachel just watched with pleasure in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She lets me play with her breast while my mouth contacts the hot skin of her neck. Kate gasps and shivers but pulls away from me. "What? No?" I ask confused but she gives me that grin again as she slides off my lap and onto her knees on the floor in front of me. she tugs on my pants until she gets my cock exposed completely. There is a little bit of cum still on the tip and she takes one finger and picks it up and puts into her wet mouth and smiles up at me. I can't help but laugh at the innocent expression on her face and she blinks at me before she leans back down and licks the tip of my head. My cock twitches and she opens her mouth and starts to suck gently. I can feel the firmness of her mouth and teeth and her rough tongue on my cock as she sucks. It feels wonderful and the sight of her wet mouth around my cock and her closed eyes makes it all the more exciting. No matter how wonderful it feels I haven't had a break so it's going to take a long time before my orgasm hits and it's my turn damn it But self restraint isn't my strong suit and she looked so gorgeous and so incredibly horny... it took me ten minutes to summon my will power. I put two fingers under her chin and slowly lifted her mouth off my cock. When I finally did she pouted at me and gave it a kiss goodbye and then blew on the wet skin gently making me throb. Will power will power "Didn't like it?" she pouted "Oh god yes, I loved it" I breathed and she gave me a confused look and licked her lips as I pulled her close for a kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and let me suck on it. "Why?" she asked "I want to fix this" as she smiled and grabbed my cock again "Because I want it to work later" "Why?" she teased me while she started to jerk me off again "Because I plan to torture you" "Can't wait" with that she tugged on my shirt and pouted. I stood up and she happily pulled my pants off from her position on the floor while I pulled my shirt over my head. Helping her up off the floor and into my arms felt good and I could feel my nipples scrap against the fabric of her shirt. She wrapped both her arms around my neck and kissed me with one leg hooking mine. "Come here I want to show you something" I told her "What haven't I already seen?" she teased as she looked my up and down with a ridiculously serous expression on her face. "Just come here" I took her hand and led her in front of the carved alter table. It was a spot to the front right of the table and when we stopped she looked at me questioningly. "Look at the windows." the candle light and the black sky outside made for a clear reflection of the two of us in the glass. I've always loved mirrors... definitely not for looking at myself, but it goes so nicely with my habit of standing behind her sometimes when we play. She was so beautiful in the glass... Her pale skin showing translucent in some places where the stars shone through and the inner curve of her breast visible where her shirt is unbuttoned. Her face shone in the glass shadowed but still giving a glimmer of her eyes and glowing skin where the candle light hit. All the candles seem gathered together like a shrine behind us on the carved, hard wood table. Everything is so picturesque that neither of us dared to move or breath for a moment. The look on Rachel's face was one of awe at the scene. Sometimes I wonder if even she believed herself beautiful in that moment. In one movement we both broke the scene as she turned her head to kiss me over her shoulder. It's a wonderful warm feeling of her mouth on mine and my heart pounding as I start breathing again. Rachel's mouth presses into mine as my hands roam down to her shirt and get the last buttons undone. Our kiss ends wetly and I sink my teeth into her neck and start so suck slowly. I can see our reflection in the glass and I get to watch as I open her shirt reveling a soft stomach and two perfectly formed heavy breasts. Her neck is getting warmer and I can feel her pressing her body against me and breathing heavily. She gasps as my fingers find her hard pink nipples and start to tug out word. Mesmerized with her reflection I can't tear my eyes from the image of her slightly opened mouth or tight shut eyes while my fingers torment her breasts. One hand keeps twisting her left nipple gently while the other slides slowly down her soft stomach, under her skirt and tangles itself in her mess of hair. She gasps softly when she feels my fingers spread her lips and find her saturated. I push my tongue into her skin and slide my fingers around her inner lips, getting them really wet before I push them slowly inside her. Her moan is so soft I wonder if I heard it but the her hips pressing into my hand is a reality and I smile as I pull my fingers from her. She groans in disappointment and then again in anticipation as wet fingers leave a glistening trail up her stomach and gently rub the outer curve of her right breast. I hear a sigh when my hand starts to rub her warm cream into her nipple and I can't resist raking my teeth against her shoulder. My hands scraping her rigid nipples I slide my hands up to her shoulders and pull her shirt off gently. She turns her head again for another kiss and I suck on her tongue while my hands brush her belly on the way to her skirt. I unwrap it slowly never breaking our kiss and slide both my hands under her black lacy panties. My left hand tangled in her hair pushing her soft butt against me with the other working slowly along her inner lips and clit. Her breathing gets harder and her hands hold my hips behind her. Her hips thrust into my hands and my hands press her butt against me and slide in and out of her. I can feel my cock pressed between her cheeks. The texture of her panties moving against my head and her butt tensing with the rest of her body turns me on even more. I'm trying to go slowly but her cheeks squeezing my cock, her quiet moans, and the image of wanton lust reflected in the stained glass of a church makes my hand speed inside her. Kate's breath gets more ragged and I work two fingers inside her wet lips while my other hand rubs and pinches her clit. I can see her breast heaving over her shoulder and she leans back, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her breath gets heavier and heavier and her moans are louder. My body tenses with her's knowing she's close. My hands move faster and faster insider her and on her clit until I hear her breath catch sharply and her loud wordless moan echos through the church. She collapses into my arms, exhausted from a powerful orgasm. After I catch her she looks at me with glazed eyes and a tired smile. Right now I know she would like nothing better than to rest but I have other plans. She usually hates it when I pick her up but immersed in afterglow she's beyond caring and I carry her warm sweaty body to the table and set her down. Careful to keep her hair and skin away from the candles I let her lay back on the table with her curly hair draped across the old oak. The candle light gives her skin a glow as the drops of sweat covering her glimmer in the light. Her pussy is too sensitive to play with just yet but I'm too horny to leave her be. The droplets freckling her breasts are inviting and I stand between her legs and bend down to lick them off. Her legs are dangling over the edge of the table and I can feel the girl cum on her thighs smearing across mine. The smell of her and the warmth of her wet thighs makes me tingle and I let her know it by sucking on her nipples as hard as I can. She gasps at the pressure and moans when my cock brushes her lips and her body jerks at the sensation. God she must be tender. Sucking her large red aeora into my mouth and tugging on her other nipple with a free hand Rachel wraps her legs around me. her caves push my hips towards her wet pussie and all I want is to be inside her but then again I want revenge for my earlier torment. My hands go under her wet thighs and push them up and as far apart as they'll go before I drop to my knees. Her smell envelops me and her lips are pink and swollen, begging for attention. Gently licking all around her outer lips and then along her inner ones my tongue probes inside her for the first time tonight. Every time my tongue touches a new area her body jerks and she takes in a sharp breath. She's still really sensitive I keep the touches light and gentile until the jerking stops and she sets her legs on my shoulders. At this point I stopped being so gentile and started to lick and suck on her soft folds until I heard a high pitched moan escape her lips. God I love it when she does that. At that moment a cold breeze made itself known as it blew past my cock and made it pulse. Rachel's soft thighs clamped about my head were still slick and getting warmer as I pushed my tongue into her deeply and squeezed her butt. Kneading her cheeks and licking furiously her clit became more engorged and I let out a ragged breath as I felt her buck her hips at my mouth. I closed my eyes in pleasure as I felt her fingers rake my hair and her legs spread further apart. Her lips were soaking my mouth, covering me with fragrant cream and urging me to lick FASTER. I slipped two fingers inside her and searched until I felt the little bundle of nerves I sought and started to rub her firmly. With a squeal of pleasure Rachel dug her hands further into my long hair and pressed my mouth into her. I guess I found it I think to myself with a smile and a flick of my tongue for my lover's pleasure. It's not long before her breath comes in gasps. A part of my mind notices but I'm too wrapped up in the taste and feel of her to concentrate on anything. All I knew was that this was wonderful and the slight thrust of her hips was making my cock throb. Her gasps got shorter and shorter until her thighs closed around my head and her pussie gushed cream. A half screamed moan ripped through the air and the pitch of it made me hold my breath waiting for her to cum. Her whole body tightened and I could just see her face contorted in pleasure as her mouth opened wide before an orgasm racked her body. She moaned before but now she was in a silent scream. Her jaw worked and her pussie throbbed as I continued to suck on her clit and watch enthralled. I got shivers watching her as she relaxed again except for the jerks every time my tongue gently caressed her sensitive lips. Church I went to the strangest prayer meeting ever last night. You wouldn't believe it. I showed up at the parsonage at exactly 7:00. I rang the doorbell and the pastor's wife ushered me into the living room. I couldn't help but notice her nice full breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse. She led the way up the split level stairs and gave me a nice view of her firm ass. I quickly banished these thoughts from my mind. Sacrilege! I thought how could I possibly entertain such thoughts about the wife of the pastor. In the living room there were 7 people plus me. The pastor, Tim and his wife Kim. There was an older married couple Dan and Ginger. There was a young guy named Joe and his girlfriend Heather. I think they were in their twenties. Maryanne was 50 something and then me. Maryanne smiled up at me and gestured. I sat down next to her. My name is Miles. I am 40 and an accountant. I have been going to the church of the Wayward Child for a few months. The pastor Tim seems to be down to earth and I like his sermons. The music is good and I enjoy this church. The people have been friendly and when Kim, the pastor's wife, invited me to this prayer meeting I was quick to say yes. Kim asked me if I wanted a drink and I said a coke was fine. Tim got up in front of the group and started chanting. The others joined in. I tried to follow along as well as I could "Love love love love. Love each other as I have loved you." They kept saying this over and over. My head started swimming and I felt really sleepy. I kind of slumped over and felt myself being caught by Maryanne. I heard Tim saying, "Love is good. Love your neighbor as yourself." I could feel Maryanne's breasts pushing against the side of my head. I turned my head a bit and I swear I felt a hard nipple poking at my mouth. Then I felt a hand snaking its way inside my pants. Someone gripped my cock and started stroking it. I felt my zipper being undone and it was like I was powerless to stop it. Suddenly I was naked. I felt lips on my cock and I still had nipples in my mouth. I started to suck almost automatically. I could hear moans and sucking sounds from all around. I opened my eyes and saw Kim sucking my cock while I sucked on Maryanne's full firm tits. She moaned mightily. I reached over and slipped my finger up in her pussy. She moaned and Kim redoubled her sucking. I could hear moans from all over the room. I turned my head a bit and saw Pastor Tim fucking Heather from behind. He was thrusting his large member in and out of her. Her ass and boobs shook with each thrust. I was shocked to see Joe with his erect dick being passed back and for the between Dan and Ginger. I moved toward Maryanne. Kim followed and kept a firm grip on my dick with her mouth. I started moving my fingers in and out of Maryanne's wet cunt. Kim was sucking my hard prick. Pastor Tim was fucking Heather hard and fast. Joe had moved to fucking Ginger from on top while she sucked Dan's cock. I could feel my cock start to tingle and swell. Kim popped it out of her mouth and said, "Praise God everyone I think Miles is about to cum." She stroked me and I groaned. Everyone gathered around. I kept finger fucking Maryanne while Kim stroked me. Tim came over with his dick shiny with Heather's love juices. Heather crawled over and started sucking on my nipple. My dick swelled and suddenly I was spurting cum everywhere. "Praise God!" they all yelled. I couldn't believe it. Church The script was pretty sleazy. It required me to sit fully dressed on an uncomfortable couch in a "chamber." The script described my character—Tom—not much thought went into that—as a horny male in his mid-twenties. The door opens and Father Best enters, wearing a pleated black gown. (He looked more like a judge in the get-up than a priest. Perhaps this was all "wardrobe" had on the rack.) A smiling Father Best comes over and sits next to me on the couch. "Thank you for coming over at this late hour," he says. "But when I heard you wanted to become one of us I felt it couldn't wait." "Thanks," the script has me say. "Now. Joining our flock [!] requires you to do certain things." "Like what?" I ask naively, at the director's request. "Well, for starters I must baptize you." Father Best rises and stands over me. "And for that I'll need you to remove all your clothes." "Completely naked?" I ask with renewed naiveté. "Yes. We're not Baptists, I'm not going to immerse you," Father Best laughs, probably at the script. "But I am going to anoint you with Holy Water and your beautiful naked body will be a symbol of your rebirth. Just as you entered the world naked you will now enter our world of Faith naked. So please..." ("This is a lot of stuff to remember," the actor playing Best complained during our one and only run-through. "If you forget something, just wing it," the film's director, Luc I think his name was, advised him. "Just get the gist right. All people are interested in are the sex scenes anyway.") While I quickly undress Father Best goes around his desk and brings back a shoebox. Setting it on the endtable he removes the lid and takes out a salt shaker filled with clear liquid. Which is to say water, Holy Water. Best turns and looks me up and down. "My, aren't we a big boy," he says with a smile. "Do you mind?" Father Best fondles me, roughly. And strokes me. It lasts about a minute. Close-up. "My, my. Sit, my son." After seating myself on couch's edge Best stands to one side, describes a kind of triangle in midair and then anoints me with the salt shaker. (Best is supposed to say at this moment, "In the name of all that is Holy...," but either he forgets the line or decides it's too absurd to repeat.) As the camera's POV swings around Father Best sets down the salt shaker and opens his black gown. He's naked underneath. And his big half-swollen cock is pointing straight at me. "Taste it, my son. First the water then the [Holy] Meat. Taste it. Suck it. Pleasure me, my son." I improvise. The script calls for me to suck Best while sitting on the couch. But I drop to my knees. The angle is better. Plus it's a more submissive, supplicative (if that's a word) position. I grasp his cock at the base and swallow the rest. Then I let go of it in order to give my mouth full, deep reign. The script calls for me to suck him "eagerly," and I do. I fondle his big balls as I deep-throat him. The camera moves in for close ups. I wonder: What would your deeply religious mom think if she ever saw this? Remember how upset she got that first time you and your friends got drunk and trashed the house? "My only son...?" Fortunately, hopefully, mom doesn't watch gay porn on the internet... After a few minutes of sucking Best's cock Luc shouts out, "Suck his balls!" So I do. One at a time then both—a real mouthful!—meanwhile stroking his erect cock. "Lose the robe, man!" Luc shouts at Best. "You got it..." (Presumably all this verbal back-and-forth will be edited out. At any rate, now the "priest" and I are both naked.) "Get in position, guys. Time to fuck!" I'd just gone back to sucking Best's hard cock when the word came. I spit him out and without further direction climbed on the couch on my hands and knees, with my ass poking out somewhat sideways. Best was supposed to instruct me to do this, but I guess he forgot. Instead he merely says the second half of his lines: "This is the final part of your initiation, son. After this you will be one of us. A member of the faith." "Yessir," I improvise. Was it this that helped earn me a Golden Phallus at the industry award dinner later that year? "What do you need the money for?" Mom asked. "A trip to L.A." "What's in L.A.?" "Business, mom. I'll pay you back in a couple of weeks." "Where you going to get the money from? You don't have a job." "I have a job." (Derisive laughter) "Doing what? Or don't I want to know?" "It's at a church." (Hopeful) "Church? You've found religion?" But back to the film. A close-up of Father Best smoothing lubricant, also from the shoebox, onto his rigid cock. I've prepared for it. A half hour ago I "opened myself up" with lube and a supplied dildo in one of the studio shower stalls. Best, despite his size, should be able to slide right in. No problem. He does so. One slow, continuous motion with the camera nearly on top of us. It only hurts...a little. I moan. He grasps my skinny hips. Goes to work. Let the slapping begin! I cry out with each thrust! "This is the...final part of your...initiation in the...faith," Father Best says. (He was supposed to say this before the furious fucking began.) "Now...I will plant...the seed of faith in...you!" He doesn't, of course. This would violate the Sacred Rule of the Cumshot. After 15 minutes of fucking, first on my hands and knees, then on my back on the couch, then on my side, then back on my hands and knees again...Father Best pulls out. His hand takes over. I'm aware of my dark, gaping, dilated hole. I can feel the cold room air going up it. The head of Best's cock is just inches behind. My field of vision, however, is limited to the arm of the tacky couch and the endtable with its shoebox. I wait. I wait... "Oh," Best finally cries. "OH!" I finally feel his loops of semen landing in my crack. On my ass. In my...hole? Did any go in? This is his second shoot today so he doesn't cum a lot. They need to make another pill. Not for erections but for sperm production. Semen on steroids. Loads of it. All day long. I know the porn industry would lobby Congress for a speedy FDA approval... Now it's my turn. The script calls for me to roll over on my back but Father Best, falling on top of me, has reached under and begins stroking my cock. He too has improvised! He too deserves a Golden Phallus for his performance! The robe and all? (Not really. Fuck him!) It takes some work. I don't get hard when I'm being fucked. The opposite. The camera swings around. To the right of us. I tell myself: Get an erection! For the shoot! Hurry! But it's counterproductive... Then I feel a teardrop of Father Best's semen running down to my balls, and then dripping below, and my hard-on is instant. I cum. I cum all over the vinyl couch. The camera catches all of it. Every thick white drop. "CUT!" I've "starred" in my first porn film. A check for $176.49 awaits me. Luc, who is also the film's producer, as well as owner of the "studio," tells me: "You were great, dude. You have star potential. I could see you getting a nomination for a GP for this." "What's a GP?" Luc, or whatever his name is, laughs. "Golden Phallus?" "Oh." "Only the highest award our industry gives out?" I decide to get a jab in. I'm ambitious. The sky's the limit. "Woulda been better if whatshisname hadn't forgotten fifty percent of his lines." Luc shrugs. "I know, I know. But he's got a world-class cock." "True," I concede, my dilated asshole still feeling the effects. "Fancy a drink?" Luc is now sitting on the edge of his desk in his crummy, cluttered office with his arms crossed. Just as he had been when I interviewed for the gig, and he couch-casted me. "Um...I gotta run. Mom." "Is she sick?" he asked, with a look of factitious concern. His hand was on my bare ass. "Not sick. Half-blind. It's Wednesday night. I have to drive her to church." I quickly got dressed. Church & State Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. "Church & State" Beverly was terrified. It was her first day at her new job and she already felt overwhelmed. It had started when she had first arrived. She felt lucky enough when she first landed this job at Sav-O-Mart, which was a type of discount store for towns not big enough to have WalMarts. And her town certainly wasn't big enough. She had grown up in that very town, consisting of a few thousand people in the forests of Alaska. It and the surrounding towns (or in some cases, villages) weren't particularly wealthy, leaving them to share resources such as schools, utilities, and law-enforcement. Her mother had passed away when her younger brother was born, leaving them completely in the control of her father. Her father was the minister of a church out in the boondocks that catered to old blood; families that didn't much approve of the "liberal attitudes" that seemed to be "poisoning" America these days. Her family had plenty of money, as previous generations had ties with the oil and lumber industries. But she had not led a spoiled existence by any means. Her father would have been more at home in the Spanish Inquisition than in modern day Alaska: an old-testament preacher to be sure. He believed that a woman's place was in the home, popping out kids and doting on her husband. He spoke venomously about other faiths, especially the Jews, was quite a racist at heart, and was a raging homophobe. Beverly had grown up in a room with bare walls, with no toys, few clothes, and the only book in her room besides textbooks was a bible. Their were no private schools in the area, so her father reluctantly sent let her and her three brothers (two older, one younger) go to public schools. Over the last several years, she had noticed boys glancing at her more and more often. It made her uncomfortable, as she had little chance for social interaction. Until high school, her only social interactions had always occurred in the presence of her father, and they were usually church-related events. Suddenly, she was thrust into the real world. Academically, she was a straight-A student. After all, she had a lot of time to study. But her father frowned on extra-curricular activities, feeling that most of them were inappropriate for a proper young lady. But she had managed to get permission to join the chess team, which even her father saw as harmless. She had long been fascinated by the game, and played it often with her brothers who she invariably beat. The people in the club were almost as socially awkward as she was. The were mostly social outcasts, people who didn't fit into the limited number of cliques that their small-town-environment had to offer. But they warmed to her quickly, and she to them. The captain of the team was amazed by how sharp her mind was, and she quickly became the best player on the team. A number of people around her were confused by her apparent lack of social skills. She didn't realize that the reason the boys all stared was because she was quite beautiful. She had grown up a country girl, meaning she was no stranger to physical labor. Her body was lightly muscled and well toned. She had long, blonde, curly hair that reached all the way to her belt-line, and brilliantly green eyes capped with long, sensuous lashes. She had full red lips and pale, flawless skin. Many of her peers admired her body, with her taut butt and full chest. There were many boys who were interested in her, but most of the knew her father or at least of him, and so stayed away. And the boys in the chess club would probably drop dead of a heart attack if they even though of asking her out. But being in high school gave her a perspective she badly needed. She saw all sorts of different kinds of people and, even though she was nervous about interacting with them directly, she was able to watch them from a distance. They weren't the evil heathens her father made them out to be. They weren't perfect to be sure, but they seemed to be a lot happier than her father was. They were certainly happier than Beverly was. Her academic achievements didn't go unnoticed by the school. The guidance counselor and principle both urged her to apply to schools all over the country. They were convinced that she could get into any college she wanted and get academic scholarships as well. She almost broke down crying when they told her that. She so badly wanted to go away, somewhere where her father and his hatreds couldn't cloud her mind anymore. But even if she got help paying for school, she could never afford to move there. The principle and counselor nodded and told her they understood. They knew her father as well, and knew he would never willingly let her go, much less help her financially. He was a miser in every sense of the word. She agreed to try applying to some schools, but she didn't have much hope for getting to attend any of them. One day, an opportunity presented itself. Shortly after turning eighteen and graduating from high school, she was meekly asking for money to buy some new shoes as hers were almost worn through. Her father said, "If you want something, you must earn it." She decided to go get a job, and got one at the Sav-O-Mart. Initially her father was furious, but she pointed out that she was doing it so that she could learn for herself the value of a hard day's work. Her father actually bought the excuse. In actuality, she was planning on making a break for it. She figured she could postpone entrance into college for a year, during which time she could earn the money to make the move on her own. And her father wouldn't be able to stop her. She would finally be free. So there she was, stocking shelves and occasionally running the register at Sav-O-Mart. Her manager had found it difficult finding a green vest (the standard uniform for the company) that fit her ample chest, making her feel awkward. She didn't know where anything was or how much anything cost. She knew in her heart that they were going to fire her after her first day. Much to her surprise, the manager smiled in a friendly manner when closing time rolled around. "Don't worry, Ms. Beverly. No one figures out everything on their first day," he said. She thanked him for his kindness, swore up and down she would do better, and started the hour-long walk back to her house. On the way, she started to cry again. Over the next few weeks, things got much easier. She enjoyed working with customers, particularly the little old ladies who came in every day. They all teased her and joked with her. She blushed at some of the brash comments they made, making her all the more the darling of the town. Boys came buy and made purchases that seemed odd to her. They hung out for long periods of time around her register, and looked away when she glanced their way. She asked her manager if they always acted like that. He just smiled and shook his head. "No, I think it is just around you." She just didn't understand. She worked as many hours a week as she could. She didn't mind the long hours, particularly since it meant she didn't have to be at home. Her father was already looking around at his cronies' sons for potential husbands for her. The thought made her cringe. She generally had a small lunch in the break room of the store. There was a diner just down the street, but her father had forbid her from ever going in there. The owner of the diner was also the sheriff, and her father hated the sheriff. First of all, this particular sheriff was a woman. Beverly's father was outraged that the "weaker sex" having a position of power. Secondly, this woman was "a miserable half-breed mulatto." Beverly had no idea what that meant until a fellow schoolmate told her it meant your parents were "of different colors." Beverly felt that there was something else, but her father wouldn't talk about it. She realized that as long as she was living under her father's roof, she had to tread softly. This meant avoiding the diner. But one day, her principle dropped buy with a large number of envelopes and a smile on his face. They were responses to her college applications. She had wisely decided to have them sent to her school rather than her house so that her father wouldn't find out until she was ready to tell him. There wasn't room in the break area for her to spread out and read everything over. Her manager insisted she take an hour off for lunch to look at the responses then gave her a big hug. She felt almost lightheaded as she left the store and walked down the block. She didn't believe this was happening. She saw the diner as well as the sheriff's jeep parked out front. At that moment, she just didn't care, so she took her things inside. The diner was a surprisingly clean, if not overly fancy, establishment. There was a long counter with stools next to the window and door leading to the kitchen, and a number of booths next to the window. The place was only half-full, consisting mostly of retirees and a couple of loggers on lunch break. She heard some clattering in the kitchen, but saw no sign of the "evil sheriff" her father had warned her about. She grabbed a booth that wasn't immediately visible from the street. She laid out her applications on the table, and glanced at the menu. She was looking through the selection when she heard a voice. "So, what can I get for you?" Beverly looked up and saw the sheriff for the first time. She knew it was the sheriff because she was wearing her uniform under her apron. Beverly really didn't know what to expect the sheriff to look like, but she still managed to be surprised. This woman didn't look like the Devil her father had described, or at lease the way Beverly pictured the Prince of Darkness. She looked like . . . well, an angel. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties. She had thick, shoulder-length black hair that was currently tied back. She had high angular facial features, full lips and dark brown eyes. Her skin was a light brown, showing the benefits of her different backgrounds. And while Beverly may not have been able to see the appeal of her own body, this woman's physique couldn't be denied. Nothing on the woman was out of place. Her uniform was snug, accentuating the swell of her breasts, the tapering down of her waist, the muscles of her legs and the tightness of her . . . "Ma'am?" "Sorry," Beverly said quietly. "I'd like . . . um . . . well . . ." "It's okay. Take your time." She was smiling at Beverly. It was a beautiful smile, the kind that stretches from ear to ear. Even her TEETH were perfect! And it wasn't a fake smile like she had seen on her father so many times. It was genuinely warm and patient. Beverly felt herself blushing. "Sorry, I've never been here before. What would you recommend?" "Well, seeing as I own the place, I'm a little biased towards everything." Beverly found herself chuckling. "But mostly it depends on how hungry you are." "I'm hungry, but nervous, so I'd like something that isn't too heavy." "I'd recommend the green-chili stew then. I've got a friend in Hatch, New Mexico that sends up a bunch of green chili from time to time, and it is to die for!" "O.k., I'll try that," she responded shyly. Beverly found herself in awe of this woman, who she had met only a minute earlier. "Be right back." Beverly forced herself to pay attention to stuff the college had sent her. She opened the first one, which was from UCLA. They accepted her! And there was information regarding scholarship opportunities! The next envelope told much the same story, as did the one after that. All in all, there were eight envelopes and eight letters of acceptance. She was flabbergasted. She couldn't imagine all these places wanting her to attend. She was sitting their dumbfounded when the waitress/sheriff returned with her soup. "So what are you so nervous about?" she asked. The woman looked at the table. "College, huh? Any luck so far?" "Ye . . . yeah. All of them." "Damn, girl! Even I didn't get accepted to every place I applied!" "Really? How many did you . . . I'm sorry, I don't even know your name." "Tamara Huntley, but you can call me Tammy." "So, where did you wind up going?" "Harvard." Beverly was dumbfounded for the second time. "You went to Harvard? What did you major in?" "Criminal justice and chemistry." "You double majored? At Harvard?" Suddenly, the nervousness melted away. Tammy told one of the kitchen staff to man the register, and she sat down. The two started chatting away like they were old friends. Over the next several weeks, Beverly went to the diner every day for lunch and sometimes dinner. She wanted to learn everything she could about this woman who so filled her father with dread and anger. Apparently, Tammy's mom had been a successful romance writer, and her father, who was black, had been a politically active movie agent in Hollywood. They had both died in a car wreck when she was sixteen. They had left all their combined wealth to their only daughter. They had always wanted her to follow her dreams and get a good education. She, like Beverly, had been a gifted student. Apparently, she was also a bit of an athlete, having two black-belts in martial arts and was an all-state champion in volleyball. She had gotten into Harvard at the age of seventeen, graduated with a double major after four years and joined, of all things, the New York City Police Department. Her goal was to get into the FBI and study forensics, but needed some work experience first. She eventually got into the FBI, and graduated from the academy when she was twenty-five. Strangely, when talking about her brief stint in the FBI, Tammy was strangely reserved. She wound up quitting her job in Washington, but didn't explain why. She said she liked protecting and serving, but didn't want to be part of a large, impersonal entity like the Bureau. So she came out here. It had taken some time, but she had earned acceptance by most people. When she said "most," she made a point not to look directly at Beverly. Beverly had gotten the impression that the sheriff knew her father and that they had some unpleasant altercations. But as Beverly didn't buy into her father's petty hatreds, Tammy didn't let her feelings about the father transfer to the daughter. A month passed, and Beverly found herself more and more drawn to this intelligent, powerful woman. She saw a shrewd businesswoman in the same body as a passionate law enforcement agent. Tammy would periodically go out on call, leaving her chef in charge. It turned out her cook was a Vietnam veteran that no one else would hire, and who had turned out to be a friendly and loyal employee. There was an old man who sat at the counter every day drinking coffee and eating cheese-fries and talking with the cook. His name was Larry, and he was one of the few remaining veterans of World War II. Tammy had so much respect for those who would risk their lives in the situations that these men had lived through that she felt obliged to help them in whatever way she could. Another thing that surprised Beverly was that Tammy was a very spiritual person. She wasn't a traditional churchgoer to be sure, but she had her faith and was comfortable with her "lot" in life, referring to her sexual preference. Everything seemed to be going great until she arrived home one day, just ahead of a major storm. It turned out that the weather wasn't the only thing about to turn bad. Her father was sitting in the living room with a scowl on his face. "How DARE you?!?" "Hunh?" "One of my parishioners saw you at that diner! Talking with that whore!" "She isn't a whore! She is a decent woman!" Beverly was almost as shocked as her father. She had never spoken back to him, and could never have imagined yelling at him. "You DO NOT talk back to me!" he yelled. "You are going to quit that job and you are NEVER to speak to that ‘creature' again!" he finished with a sneer on his face. "No! You can't control my life!" "As long as you live here, yes I can!" "Then I'm leaving!" There was a moment of stunned silence. There was no going back now. Beverly turned with tears in her eyes and moved towards her room to get her things. She felt her father's hand on her shoulder, roughly spinning her around. "You do not turn your back on me, you little harlot!" He raised one hand to strike her. Even her father had never threatened to strike her before. "You will learn to behave yourself if I have to . . ." His sentence was cut off as another hand grabbed his wrist. It was her older brother, Brian. Brian had a stern look she had never seen on him before. "Dad," he said calmly, "you will NOT hit her. Now or ever." Her father looked positively aghast. "Bev," continued Brian, "get your stuff." Beverly rushed to her room, tossed her few possessions and some clothes into a duffel bag, and rushed outside. Her father had returned to his chair, and her brothers were waiting on the porch. They each hugged her. Brian spoke up again. "We don't agree with you leaving, but know that we still love you. Let us know where you wind up. I'll talk to Dad, and maybe when he calms down . . ." Brian left it at that. There was nothing else that needed to be said. They all knew her father would never forgive her. When she left, she would never be coming back. She made her way down the dark road back to town. She didn't know what she was going to do. And the drizzle turned into a downpour. She was wet, cold, and frightened. Halfway there, she sat down on a rock beside the road, too exhausted to walk another step. A minute later, she saw headlights approaching, and suddenly, blue and red lights started flashing. It was a police vehicle. It was Tammy. Tammy looked furious! Without any words, she helped Beverly into the jeep. Even in her state of rage, she gently wiped the moisture from Beverly's face with a towel she had brought. "How . . .?" "Your brother Brian called the station and let one of my deputies know what happened." Tammy's voice was almost trembling with anger. She fired up the jeep and headed back to the house. "Tammy, I can't . . ." "I'm not going to leave you there. I'm just going to have a word with your father." Beverly was suddenly afraid for her father. They pulled up and Tammy got out, slamming the door and leaving the police lights on. Beverly cracked the window a bit and listened. Tammy marched in the front door and started yelling. Beverly couldn't make out much of what was being said, but heard the words "negligence," "irresponsible" and "asshole" a number of times. Her brothers gathered on the porch for the second time that evening, and all of them looked petrified. Beverly almost smiled. She was willing to bet her father had never been talked to the way he was getting dressed down at that moment. Tammy emerged after a few minutes, still pissed off, and got back into the jeep. Beverly saw her father standing in the doorway. He looked angry, but angry mixed with something new. He was afraid. She had never seen him afraid. She wondered exactly what Tammy had said to him, then decided she didn't want to know. As Tammy started up the jeep and headed to town, Beverly didn't even look back. "I've got a guest house on my property," Tammy said after a few minutes. "You're welcome to stay there as long as you need." "Thank you," Beverly whispered. "Thanks for everything." After that, the two just listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the vehicle. They arrived at Tammy's house, which was a sizeable A-frame house. Right next to it was a small guesthouse. Tammy carried Beverly's meager belongings inside. It wasn't a big space. It was a studio apartment, about fifteen feet by fifteen feet, with a full sized bed, a small tub/shower and kitchenette. Tammy almost looked embarrassed.