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A Proper Baptist Ch. 03


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Marcie tied the sleeves of her sweatshirt around her waist and wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. The front of her pink halter top was marked with a narrow stain of perspiration that ran down between her breasts. Her hard nipples stuck through the thin fabric.

She smiled. Sure, Dean told her she was supposed to wear a bra, but she hated them. Besides, she liked the feel of the fabric rubbing her nipples and the way they stuck out, and how her boobs jiggled without the tight bra. All the guys stopped to look at her, even older men like Dad’s friend Mr. Minver.

She pushed off on her in-line skates, zipping down the sidewalk. Her sweatshirt bounced against her butt and the backs of her legs. Maybe she could get him to love her. She noticed lately how the front of his pants swelled when he was around her. He wasn’t fat, but his waist was a bit round and stuck out over his belt. How would it feel to hold him between her legs?

She turned a corner, brushing her arm on a big bush, and passed a couple walking a dog. They were about as old as her parents. The man’s eyes dropped to her chest and his eyebrows arched. Marcie was smiling when she went past.

Ahead on the right was the church. She was a long way from home. She slowed and let her skates glide over the cracks in the sidewalk. Did she mean to come that far? Was she hoping for a chance to see Dean again, maybe to convince him he was wrong about her? At the parking lot entrance she skated up toward the church.

In the parking lot was a collection of cars. None was Dean’s black convertible. She skated twice around the entire lot to make sure. But one car in particular she did notice, Pastor Oliver’s little red Honda. She stopped beside it and peeked in, then looked back at the church.

She skated to the side doors, but they were locked. She knocked and waited. No one came to let her in. It was just as well; they probably wouldn’t let her in with skates on.

She skated around the building to the back of the gym. Those doors were locked, too. From the basement windows beneath the gym she saw some lights. She crouched on her hands and knees and peeked in the low window.

Pastor Oliver was there, in the boxing ring with another guy, a younger skinny guy with a padded mask on his head. Marcie swallowed hard. Pastor Oliver’s chest was bare and he was covered with sweat. She had no idea he had such a lean, hard body. She felt a faint twitch between her legs.

The door to the basement was down a set of cement stairs on the other side of the building. She went down carefully, take each step sideways, one at a time. She turned the knob slowly and it opened. She slipped in and let it shut.

In the ring, Pastor Oliver was giving the younger guy instructions, and he just nodded back. They moved with their shoulders hunched and their gloved hands up, like it was an odd dance, then they threw punches at each other. Marcie gasped. Her eyes were wide. She sat on a bench to watch.

Certainly, they were just practicing, but the violence of the fighting shocked her. Oliver stopped frequently to show the skinny guy how to stand or how to hold his hands. When they got back to hitting each other, though, her stomach jumped and her insides tingled. It was only a few minutes longer before they finished, but Marcie felt warm all over.

They stepped out of the ring through the ropes. The skinny guy removed his padded mask before he disappeared through the doorway at the other end of the basement, but she didn’t see his face. Oliver was pulling at the ties on his gloves with his teeth when he saw her.

“Hi Marcie. I didn’t notice you. How long have you been there?” he said and walked toward her.

Suddenly Marcie couldn’t breathe. Something about Pastor Oliver was different. He was irresistible, even sexy.

“Only a few minutes,” she said with a deep breath.

She reached for his glove. Oliver hesitated a second and held out his arm. Marcie untied the laces slowly. Her fingers were shaking.

“What brings you to the church on such a beautiful day Marcie?” he said.

She shrugged. Her eyes were turned down, concentrating on the laces.

“Just bored I guess. I thought I might find someone here to talk to.”

She tugged the glove from his hand and held it against her belly. Oliver quickly removed the other glove, picked up a towel and wiped his face.

“I’d be happy to talk. Anything in particular you want to talk about?”

He put on a t-shirt. Instantly, it was soaked with sweat.

“Nothing in particular.”

“All right. Why don’t you sit down and we’ll talk. Do you want to take your skates off?” he said, pointing at her feet.

Marcie sat on the bench and kicked her legs out. Her skates clicked together like she was making a wish to go home. Oliver sat beside her.

“I think I’m in trouble, Pastor Oliver,” she said, staring at her skates.

“What kind of trouble?”

She raised the bottom of her shirt and rubbed her hand over the gentle bulge. Her rounded belly stuck out just a bit and stretched the waistband of her shorts.

“I think I might be pregnant.”

“Pregnant? Dear God Marcie, you’re just a child. How old are you now?”

“Eighteen.”

He touched her shoulder and she looked up into his eyes.

“Have you seen a doctor?” he said.

“No.” She let go of the shirt and it hid her belly again.

“How did it happen?”

She looked away from his eyes. “I just had sex with a … boy.”

“Marcie, you’re too young to be doing grown up things like that.”

“I know. It’s just, you know, it felt good.”

“Just because something makes you feel good doesn’t make it right,” he said.

“Why not?”

Oliver looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Sometimes … Sometimes the Devil makes wrong things feel good to us so we’ll do them against God’s wishes,” he said.

“Oh. But it felt really, really good, you know what I mean?”

Oliver shook his head. “No Marcie. Members of the church are not allowed to have sex.”

Marcie blinked. “Not at all?”

“No.”

“So you’ve never done it?”

“Never. But I don’t feel the pressure to have sex and I’m proud of myself,” he said.

Marcie stared at him with her lips parted. That was the last thing she expected. She actually knew more about sex than him. How was that possible?

“I liked one of the boys I did it with. I thought I might marry him one day,” Marcie said.

“One of the boys? How many boys did you do this with?”

Marcie shrugged. “Just a couple. Why? Is that bad?”

Oliver put his hand on hers. His warm fingers touched her bare thigh and she felt a burning jolt through her body.

“You poor dear. Who are these men who corrupted you?” he said.

Marcie shook her head. “I don’t wanna say who it is.”

Oliver did not speak. They were quiet for a long time, in the silent basement. She tried not to move in case he might remove his hand from hers.

“What was he like?” Oliver said.

Marcie looked up to his eyes again.

“The one I really liked was tall and gorgeous and he was a great kisser. The one who got me pregnant though, he was like really huge.”

Oliver looked confused and shook his head.

“Huge? What do you mean?”

Marcie blushed. “You know. His thing. It was really huge.”

“His thing? Oh, you mean his … Oh.”

“Yeah, and it felt really good when he put it inside me, you know? I mean like really, really good. He was kinda rough, kinda forceful? It made me feel so stretched, made me feel so stuffed.”

Marcie licked her lips. Her butt moved in small circles on the bench, trying to scratch the tingling between her legs. In her mind, she saw him behind her with his dick hanging between his legs, aimed at that tingly spot.

Beside her, Oliver shifted on the bench. He cleared his throat. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was a man, she had no doubt of that. But if he never had sex, could he get turned on, too? His hands moved over his lap, but before they could cover his shorts, she saw he had a nice lump growing there.

“When he put it inside you?” Oliver said.

Marcie nodded, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“He made me get on my hands and knees and pulled down my shorts then he got behind me and it hurt at first when he put it in you know because he was so big, then when it was inside me for a while it just felt so good.”

Her hands moved back and forth on her bare thighs. Even with her eyes closed she could sense Oliver watching.

“Was he older than you?” he said.

“Yes, much older,” she said.

“What about the other boy?”

“He’s better looking and not much older than me and he’s a great kisser and his thing fits better in my mouth because it’s not as long, of course.”

“He put his penis in your mouth?” Oliver said in a sharp voice.

Marcie’s eyes opened. “Yeah. And when he spilled his seed I swallowed it. He wouldn’t let me spit it out. It’s ok though. I don’t mind the taste. His is kinda sweet.”

“Marcie, I don’t believe God meant for little girls to put men’s private parts in their mouths.”

She looked into his eyes, from one to the other.

“But what if I want it in my mouth? What if I like it like that?”

Oliver touched her cheek.

“The church does not believe such behavior is normal for anyone, especially a child such as you,” he said.

“But … But, how can you say that when you don’t even know what it’s like?”

“Marcie, I don’t have to be experienced in sex to know when it’s right and when it’s wrong,” he said with a soft smile.

Marcie looked down at her skates again.

“I’ve sucked on boy’s things and I got myself pregnant but I don’t know much about real sex either,” she said.

Oliver sighed. “I’m afraid I don’t know what I can do to help you with that.”

“You could show me.”

“Show you what?”

“You have a thing, don’t you?”

“Well yes, but …”

“If you don’t want to I can show you,” Marcie said. She leaned close to him and pecked his mouth with her lips. “I can show you what sex is like. I know you’ll like it.”

Oliver leaned back. Marcie put her hand on the lump in his shorts and her eyes grew wide. Oliver pushed against her shoulders.

“We can’t do this. The church would say it’s wrong,” he said.

“But Dean said it was all right when he wanted to fuck me.”

“Dean Nowicki? You had sex with Dean Nowicki? Pastor Nowicki’s son?”

Marcie looked at the floor again. Her face felt warm.

“No. He wouldn’t do it with me when he found out I did it once with another guy. I did suck his dick a few times though, and he said I was blessed now, just like the virgin Mary, except I’m not really a virgin.”

Her hand moved back and forth on the long, thick lump in his shorts. He pulled her wrist.

“Marcie stop this, stop this,” he said.

She stared at his lap. The long ridge stuck out against his leg.

“You’re really big, too, just like Sam-”

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Oliver said.

“He’s the one who got me pregnant. You feel like you’re as big as him.”

Oliver patted the back of her hand and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be doing this Marcie. You should go home and tell your parents what you’ve told me,” he said.

“What, that I fucked a really fat dick and got pregnant? Oh yeah, my Dad will kill me for that.”

“Yes, you should tell them. They deserve to know, but not like that,” he said.

Marcie looked at her feet, rocking her skates side to side.

“Would you like to?” she said.

“Tell your parents? Certainly, if that would make you feel better.”

“No. Would you like to love me? That would make me feel better,” she said.

“Marcie, I can’t have sex with you, no matter how much I’d like to. The church doesn’t allow it, especially with children.”

Marcie took her hand from his and rubbed the lump in his shorts again. Oliver’s mouth hung open and he stared at her hand.

“But Dean told me I was blessed now because he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all, every last drop, and I’d really like it if you blessed me too, just like Dean did. I’ve been a bad girl. Don’t you want to save my soul? I’m sure the church would understand,” Marcie said.

She squeezed the hard bulge and licked her lips. She was breathing hard and the tingling between her legs was driving her out of her mind. How much harder would she have to beg him to fuck her?

“I really don’t think I can save your soul just by having sex with you,” Oliver said.

“I do.”

She stood up in front of him, holding his hands to steady herself on her skates. She leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders. Her lips parted. Her head tilted to the side, but Oliver put his hands on her waist, pushed her back a bit and stood up. His fingers squeezed the bare flesh where her waist was exposed beneath her halter top.

“Marcie, I won’t let you do this. I have sworn an oath to the sanctity of the church. I am immune to your seduct-” he started to say.

Marcie moved his hand up under her halter top. His fingers closed over her bare breast as if on instinct. Oliver’s mouth snapped shut, sealing within the words he could not finish.

“See, it feels good, doesn’t it?” Marcie said.

She leaned forward again and kissed him. His lips were clamped together. She pressed against them with the tip of her tongue, but he resisted. His entire body was tense. Marcie squeezed his hard biceps and rubbed her tongue over his lips. His resistance gave in. His lips parted a crack and Marcie pushed the tip of her tongue into Oliver’s mouth. She searched for his tongue. He held it back like he was hiding it, but she found it anyway and when their tongues touched he groaned.

Oliver’s hand massaged her breast. His other hand moved up under her halter and his thumb brushed her nipple. Marcie moaned in his mouth. Her knees felt weak and she squeezed his arms to hold herself up. She let herself move closer to him, so that their bodies touched. Through his shorts she felt the hard lump of his dick pressing into her belly. She wanted to get it out of his shorts and in her hands. Even better, she wanted his dick in her mouth.

Marcie lowered herself to her knees in front of Oliver and tugged his shorts.

“If you liked how that felt I think you’ll like this even better,” she said.

Oliver was breathing hard. His shorts came down slowly, revealing first his dark pubic hair, then the shaft of his dick. Marcie’s mouth watered and she licked her lips. It was thick, thicker than she hoped to find. She tugged his shorts to his knees and it popped out in her face.

“What are you going to do?” Oliver said. His hands were shaking.

Marcie put her hand around the long, thick shaft and rubbed slowly.

“Watch, you’ll see,” she said.

She raised it and kissed the shaft. Oliver gasped. She flattened her tongue to the side down near his balls and licked all the way up to the head, cradling the fat, heavy thing in both of her small hands like a precious gift from her grandmother. He was trembling all over. Marcie turned his cock and did the same to the other side, licking slowly from the base to the head. She closed her mouth over the wide end, sucked in her cheeks and moaned softly.

“Oh good Lord save me,” Oliver muttered, and put his hand on top of her head.

Marcie paused a moment with the head of his cock between her teeth and turned her eyes up to see his hand. She smiled, as much as she could with her lips stretched open. She moved her head back and forth. The thick shaft stretched her jaw wide and pressed her tongue flat. She pushed it all the way to the back of her mouth, where it made her gag. He got his to go all the way down her throat to her belly, but how did he do that? Her heart was racing. She was going to try it.

She took a deep breath and pushed it to the back of her mouth, as deep as she could stand. The wide, fat head started to push down her throat, but she couldn’t resist the gagging any longer and started coughing.

“Are you trying to choke yourself, child?” Oliver said.

Marcie looked up at him past the flared head of his long cock.

“I just wanna try something. It’ll just take a second,” she said.

“You shouldn’t do it if it’s going to hurt you. God wouldn’t want that.”

Marcie sneered. “It’s not about what God wants.”

She put his cock in her mouth again and moved her head back and forth, trying to take it deeper, but Oliver kept pulling away. Marcie sighed.

“It would help if you pushed back,” she said. Her voice was low and raspy.

Oliver’s head shook slowly.

“I can’t believe what you’re asking me to do. I know what a man’s genitals are for and I’m sure it was not meant to go in a young girl’s mouth. I am sure this cannot be right.”

“Then why haven’t you stopped me?” Marcie said.

She was stroking his cock with one hand. Oliver had nothing to say and only frowned. Marcie smiled.

“Trust me. I know you’ll like it, ok?” she said.

Oliver had his hand on top of her head. His mouth was pinched and his brows were low. Marcie was sure he was going to change his mind and tell her to leave, but finally he nodded.

“Ok. I don’t know what it is you’re trying to do but I’ll help if I can,” he said.

“I wanna suck it down to my stomach.”

“What? Your stomach?” Oliver said. But Marcie already had his cock in her mouth. “Are you trying to eat me whole?”

Marcie mumbled around his cock. Her hand squeezed the shaft. What was it that made it work? Did it happen with him because he forced it on her? The head touched the back of her mouth and she resisted the urge to gag. Maybe if Oliver could …

She swallowed and suddenly the head was sliding down her throat. Oliver’s hips thrust forward, jamming it a few inches deeper. Marcie squealed. He groaned.

“Oh my good Lord,” he said in a deep, low voice.

His thick cock throbbed between her lips and spit a wad of warm cum. She gagged and swallowed again. Another inch or two slid down her throat. Oliver’s hands closed around the back of her head and pulled her closer, shoving the rest of his cock in. Her nose was buried in his mound of pubic hair. Above her he moaned and mumbled something. His cock continued to pulse and she could feel his stuff pouring down her throat.

He held her face snug against his groin for a long time, rocking slowly with his hips. Marcie closed her eyes and waited, stroking his hard, hairy legs. What would Dean think if he saw her like that, with a real Pastor’s cock in her mouth, and all the way down her throat, too? Would he be able to see her neck bulging out? Would it make him jealous?

Oliver’s hands finally let her up. She pulled back and his cock came out of her mouth slowly, an inch at a time. The head spilled a last drop of cum on her tongue before it fell free of her lips. Marcie stood up, balancing on her skates.

“Now I’m doubly blessed,” she said, and wiped her mouth. Her face was warm and she was very moist between her legs.

“What do you mean?” Oliver said.

Marcie unbuttoned her shorts. “Do you wanna put it in my pussy now?”

“Marcie, what are you talking about?”

“If you’re worried, don’t be. I can’t get pregnant twice.”

She turned around, pushed her shorts to her knees and bent forward. Oliver grabbed her shorts and yanked them back up. His hands were shaking.

“Good heavens child, I think you’d better go home. I don’t know if God will forgive me for what I’ve done here,” he said.

He was putting his cock back in his shorts. Marcie grabbed it before he pulled them up.

“You know I always will,” she said.

Oliver peeled her hand from his sticky shaft.

“I think you should forget what we’ve done here,” he said.

He touched her cheek briefly, then turned and walked out. The shape of his hard cock stuck out of his shorts. Marcie sighed and crossed her arms. How could he blow her off like that? Wasn’t she pretty? Didn’t he want to fuck her? She moved her tongue around in her mouth. At least she could still taste his cum.