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The air conditioner in my bedroom was buzzing on high, and turning the heat of the night into a chilly ambiance. It was almost midnight, and I was sitting in my gray army sleep shirt in bed under the covers searching through articles on my laptop. CATHOLIC PRIEST CAUGHT HAVING AFFAIR WITH YOUNG PARISHIONER. CHARGES PILE HIGH FOR REVEREND. I LOVE MY PREACHER: A SACRED LOVE AFFAIR. HERO PRIEST LEAVES PULPIT FOR PUSSY.
I wanted to know that there were others like me. I liked reading their stories. They were exciting, and made me think of the world I had pushed down into. There was one article that intrigued me about how this one girl in South America, and her uncle who was a youth leader in the Church shared their blood with each other during their meetings. It was morbid, but I suddenly had the need to want to put my laptop aside, and make myself cum, but quickly remembered that I didn’t have permission to. I wondered if Father was still up, and thought about calling when the phone rang interrupting my plan. Could he have read my mind? I thought hopefully answering the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is Amelia there?” A deep boys’ voice asked from the other end.
“This is her?” I was puzzled at who would be calling me so late. It didn’t sound like Father, but a kid my age.
“Hey, it’s Jason.” I realized right away who it was. Jason Bluntly. He was a couple years older than me, and had been the best looking guy in our youth group. He looked like a Ken doll with the perfect features. His dark blonde hair was never out of place, and his green eyes…
“Um, hi.” I greeted, coming back to Earth.
“How have you been?”
“Oh, couldn’t be better!” I boasted unknowingly sounding like an idiot I thought.
“I hope i’m not calling too late, but there was something I have to ask you.”
“You are supposed to struggle. You are supposed to go through pain, through hunger, through sadness, stress, anger-you are, and you will be close to that edge, and that is where you will make the hardest decision of your life! That is when the idea of the rest of your life will depend on you, and what you do about it! It will be the most terrifying, confusing moment. It may be one of many you will face, but you must remember in that time…you are not alone. If you give up your pride, put all of your trust in our Savior, and keep moving you can do anything! Anything. We must live each day…” He looked down at his notes searching artvin escort for the words, standing above the dark, empty sanctuary.” “We must live each day…” He repeated again, quietly to himself, searching for the ending. “We must live each day heavenly!” He declared pointing his index finger to the sky. “No.” He leaned forward against the pulpit, philosophizing. “Courageously!” He boasted once more. Father sighed, and lowered his head to meet my watery eyes. “What do you think, heavenly or courageously?”
The slurping sound of my mouth was the only response I gave as I glided my mouth up and down his cock from under the pulpit. My arms were tied up behind me, and I was positioned on a vibrator which had made me cum four times. I didn’t respond, but continued to move my head, taking in all of that rock-hard cock in my mouth, occasionally hitting the back of my throat, which is where I wanted to feel him erupt. I my tongue with each glide, and flicked the head when I went back up. I remembered he particularly liked that, and I got to taste his seeping juice as well.
His head slowly retreated back to the sanctuary, closing his eyes. He grabbed my head, pulled himself deep inside of my throat, and held me there. I thought I was going to choke, but I felt his dick throb right away. His hotness shot up over my tongue, and into my throat. One shot, two shots, then three, four. Father let out a grating moan with each shot. I wish he could have went on for an hour as I drank him in.
I almost couldn’t keep up swallowing it all. I began to feel myself about to cum again. I shook my head, but he didn’t release me. “Again?!” He asked, annoyingly. I shook my head, vigorously, and he released his grasp. He looked back up at his notes, and began to write. “Whole-heartedly”. He nodded, satisfied, his dick standing at attention out of his pants. I was seconds away from cumming. My eyes were tightly closed with concentration. I heard Father begin to chuckle to himself as he continued to write more notes. “God, Amelia, you’re going to be good for a week after tonight, what do you think?” My breathing intensified, and I was about to lose myself. “Let me hear it.” He carelessly stipulated still writing. I couldn’t hold on anymore. He stepped back, and looked down at me with his arms crossed, grinning ear to ear.
I let out a scream when my last orgasm fought to hit me, and caused me to fall aydın escort forward to his feet. Father quickly caught me, and turned me over, cradling me like a newborn. He sat us down behind the pulpit, and he stroked my damp, golden bangs out of my face. I was struggling to catch my breath. No energy remained in me. I was at his mercy.
“Thank-you, Father.” I let out.
“Just breathe.” He whispered stroking my long bangs behind my ear with his bandaged hand. My eyes birthed open attaining his serious sky-blues chaperoning, quite acutely, my return from the moment of oblivion. I tried to take longer breaths, but just his steely look from his eyes only made my heart pump faster, and harder for him. “You look so lovely after being used up, Amelia.” For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. He had a look of admiration upon him, but he lifted me up slowly, and began positioning me upright. “I think it’s safe to say you’re life’s purpose has been uncovered.” With my palms to the velvet red floor I Was able to support myself. I pulled my skirt down as Father pulled out the vibrator from the bottom of the pulpit, and turned it off. “Put your toys away.” He handed me the vibrator, and stood right before me with his cock staring me in the face. I took his deflated member, and tucked it back into his boxers, and zipped up his pants. I looked up at his half-grinning face. “Thank you, again, Father. I’m so honored.” He ran his hand through my hair, and grabbed a handful.
“You’re welcome, my child.” He proceeded to gather up his papers as I stood myself up, with some difficulty. I went down off of the stage area, and dropped myself onto the first pew sitting lazily with my arms dead to the side of me, and my legs slightly spread apart. He scanned over his notes for a long while, and was about to exit the stage as well when he caught me mesmerized at the red tapestry hanging from the front of the pulpit. He took the papers, and cracked them onto the surface a couple times to organize them. I got lost in the gold cross sown so elegantly into the silk. “Something troubling you?” He inquired with an inquiring expression.
I wasn’t going to say anything, but I felt a deep need for him to know everything that happens from now on. “I have to ask you something. I don’t know how to go about this.” He threw the pack of papers down on the pulpit, and with one hand dragged the chancel chair out balıkesir escort from behind it, at an angle placed it towards me, and sat himself down in it resting both arms over the golden wooden arms. I cleared my throat, and leaned up. “I was asked to the summer formal.”
“By?”
“Jason Bluntly. He was in youth group. He was the guy-“
“-i know who he is, Amelia. What are you asking me?”
I clasped my hands together slowly in front of me. “What should I do?”
He didn’t answer me, and so I lifted my eyes, slightly, to see his gazing right at me. I quickly retreated back to the floor.
“He seems a little out of your league. Big shot around the girls. Outgoing. Outspoken. Do you want to go?”
“I…I don’t know.” I stuttered. “My friends will be there, i’d like to see them.”
“You can’t see them anywhere else besides the formal?”
“It’s just a dance, Father.”
“I know what it is, Amelia.” His voice grew stern. “I was a boy too once.”
“Nothing will happen, Father. I promise.”
“Do you think i’m stupid, Amelia?” The question frightened me enough to make my heart skip a beat.
“No, Father! I just wanted to go out, and have a fun time with my friends. I won’t even dance with him. I won’t touch him. I won’t even look at him most of the time.”
“So, why him? Why don’t you just go alone?”
“Because…he asked me.” A long pause filled the space between us. I felt so childish. So unsure, but I wasn’t. The truth was I was testing him to see how serious this was. Call it a mistake, but it turned me on him knowing that another guy wanted me even if it was only for a couple hours of dancing and pizza.
He inhaled slowly, and the released it out through his nose before arising to walk over to me. “Knees.” He demanded. At first I hadn’t known what he meant. When he noticed, he pointed sharply down at the floor. I dropped without even holding my skirt. “Eyes down, Amelia.” He continued walking around me. “You are going to listen now, understand?”
“Yes, Father.”
“From here on anytime you come to me I want you on your knees, your eyes down, your mouth shut, and those fucking little arms behind you. This is something you want, I suspect, and part of this is that your needs you are aware of be fulfilled. I don’t want to attract attention from your peers, nor your family because you’re not doing the things you normally do, so by all means, go to the formal.” His reaction made me feel a sense of guilt, and sadness that he wasn’t going to fight me on. He stopped behind me, and roughly pulled my hair backwards to him. He knelt his face to my ear, and whispered. “Nobody touches my property.” And, with that carelessly threw my head forward before retreating up the aisle, and out of the sanctuary.
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