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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,120
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This is a fiction story. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely accidental. Includes small samples of several works by other writers, who are credited in the text.
nine
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When Miri’s grandmother drove us home, she came inside and talked to Mom with us. She suggested, “I’d like to see Mirabelle more often, and I think prayer might do all of you some good. Would you go to church with me next Sunday? We’re having a potluck picnic for lunch, after.â€
Mom shook her head slightly and replied, “Nah. I’m not much for religion.â€
“We’re one of the more tolerant denominations. Jesus turned water to wine, so we can drink it. Or beer.†Mom smiled slightly as the old lady continued, “And I’ll make my famous chocolate peppermint cookies.â€
I was happy to hear it, and my stepsister asked Mom, “Please? They’re so good!â€
As further encouragement, her gran added, “And my bacon cheeseburger meatloaf.â€
I exclaimed and begged, “YES! It’s SO YUMMY! Please, Mom? Please?â€
Mom nodded and agreed. “Okay. What time?â€
“Sunday school starts at ten. How about I pick you up at nine-thirty?â€
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Sunday school was boring but stressful at the same time. Estrella sat between my buddy Todd, who was her cousin, and I. Her father was the teacher. He sat directly across from me, with Miri next to him. The lesson was him staring at a paperback book, reading about the evils of premarital sex. He went into graphic detail about which body part went where during sodomy, and repeatedly emphasized that even when married, both kinds of sodomy were evil, no matter how amazing they felt.
It was obvious Miri and Todd were horny and had crushes on each other. They looked around the room impatiently, but rarely met each other’s gaze.
It was worse for me, since Estrella’s breasts had grown rapidly over the summer. They were the size of halved coconuts, but had barely been halved lemons the last time I’d seen her. She also had a beautiful smile, since she got her teeth fixed.
She kicked off her shoes and rested a nylon-clad foot atop mine, then slowly rubbed it up and down my ankle. The one time I dared to glance at her, she was smiling with a bright pink face.
Her dad droned on, “. . . and during rectal sodomy, the male member penetrates an anus, a dirty, dirty bottom hole. It’s bad when boys do that with a girl, but it’s less of a sin than taking her virginity, or worse yet, impregnating her, penetrating her vagina, pushing his manhood into her womanhood, moving it in and out, in and out, until their combined fluids make a baby. It feels so, so good, rutting like animals, as his rod penetrates her hot wet hole, driving into her, deeper and deeper, stroking in and out, again and again...†He wiped sweat from his forehead and briefly adjusted his crotch. He was obviously very horny, like the rest of us. “But unless you’re married, that’s a terrible sin, too.†I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
Estrella rested a hand on my thigh under the table, and I soon felt my ‘manhood’ swelling. I glanced and noticed Miri playing footsie with my best pal, Todd. She stared at his face and tried to hide a smile, but he studied the calendar on the wall intently.
Our teacher took a deep breath, then continued, “Oral sodomy, on the other hand, is less dirty, but still a major sin. A person fondles, licks, and kisses another’s private parts until. . .†Estrella slowly moved her hand until she touched my growing boner through my slacks. At that point, I would have done just about anything for some hot wet ‘oral sodomy.’
A bell rang, signaling the end of class. Everyone else went upstairs. I quickly walked to the Men’s room, and mentally forced my cock to shrink, so I could join the crowd without an obvious hardon. Miri and I were very disappointed that Estrella and Todd were two benches behind us during the long tedious sermon, so we couldn’t see them.
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We ate a lot of good food at the picnic afterward, and Mom enjoyed several beers with Estrella’s father. Several others had wine. Mom took off her sweater and sat next to a tree. They chatted about the difficulties of raising children, while he stared at her big tits.
Estrella’s mother was busy changing and feeding their new baby. BREAST-feeding the new baby, and I tried to hide my fascination. I made a major effort not to stare, but stole many glances between bites of the delicious food.
My crush walked over and shocked me by holding my hand. She whispered in my ear, “Come to Dad’s van with me. Kissing is only a little bit of a sin.†She kissed my cheek briefly, then led me to the parking lot. We climbed in the back of the van, then hugged and kissed quite a while. I reached and squeezed a breast through her shirt, but she gently pushed my hand away. I tried again after a few minutes, and she rested her hand on mine, letting me fondle her nice boob. We made out as long as we dared, ten minutes or so. We noticed her mother approaching and suddenly moved apart. She smiled at my new girlfriend and I, asking, “So, how are you two getting along?â€
“Um, good.†“I uh. . . I like him.â€
“That’s nice.†She looked into my eyes, asking, “Did she tell you she’s a good girl? She agreed that no boy will put anything in her body until marriage.†Estrella and I were frozen in embarrassment. “But once you’re married, you’ll be a very lucky man. Marital sins are sort of a way of life for the girls in our family. Unless I’m pregnant or breastfeeding, I let her father sin with my body every night, and any way he wants. Hehehe!â€
I froze in shock, but my new girlfriend complained, “UGH! MOM! Stop!â€
“Sorry. Wally’s mother told me he’ll be old enough to marry in six months. There’s no harm in some little sins until then, if you really want to marry her? Maybe even a few big sins, if you’re serious?â€
Estrella shook her head and shouted, “MOM! Jeez!â€
Her mother slapped her lightly. “That’s blasphemy, young lady! I don’t ever want to her you talk like that again!†She turned back toward me and asked, “Would you like to go on a date with her Saturday?â€
Estrella sighed, but held my hand and asked, “Wanna go to a movie at the drive-in?†She kissed my cheek. “Please?â€
Her mother improved the offer with, “We'll take my car. You can do whatever you want in back, while you watch me breastfeed the little one. I saw you staring, naughty boy. Hehehe!"
When Miri’s grandmother drove us home, she came inside and talked to Mom with us. She suggested, “I’d like to see Mirabelle more often, and I think prayer might do all of you some good. Would you go to church with me next Sunday? We’re having a potluck picnic for lunch, after.â€
Mom shook her head slightly and replied, “Nah. I’m not much for religion.â€
“We’re one of the more tolerant denominations. Jesus turned water to wine, so we can drink it. Or beer.†Mom smiled slightly as the old lady continued, “And I’ll make my famous chocolate peppermint cookies.â€
I was happy to hear it, and my stepsister asked Mom, “Please? They’re so good!â€
As further encouragement, her gran added, “And my bacon cheeseburger meatloaf.â€
I exclaimed and begged, “YES! It’s SO YUMMY! Please, Mom? Please?â€
Mom nodded and agreed. “Okay. What time?â€
“Sunday school starts at ten. How about I pick you up at nine-thirty?â€
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Sunday school was boring but stressful at the same time. Estrella sat between my buddy Todd, who was her cousin, and I. Her father was the teacher. He sat directly across from me, with Miri next to him. The lesson was him staring at a paperback book, reading about the evils of premarital sex. He went into graphic detail about which body part went where during sodomy, and repeatedly emphasized that even when married, both kinds of sodomy were evil, no matter how amazing they felt.
It was obvious Miri and Todd were horny and had crushes on each other. They looked around the room impatiently, but rarely met each other’s gaze.
It was worse for me, since Estrella’s breasts had grown rapidly over the summer. They were the size of halved coconuts, but had barely been halved lemons the last time I’d seen her. She also had a beautiful smile, since she got her teeth fixed.
She kicked off her shoes and rested a nylon-clad foot atop mine, then slowly rubbed it up and down my ankle. The one time I dared to glance at her, she was smiling with a bright pink face.
Her dad droned on, “. . . and during rectal sodomy, the male member penetrates an anus, a dirty, dirty bottom hole. It’s bad when boys do that with a girl, but it’s less of a sin than taking her virginity, or worse yet, impregnating her, penetrating her vagina, pushing his manhood into her womanhood, moving it in and out, in and out, until their combined fluids make a baby. It feels so, so good, rutting like animals, as his rod penetrates her hot wet hole, driving into her, deeper and deeper, stroking in and out, again and again...†He wiped sweat from his forehead and briefly adjusted his crotch. He was obviously very horny, like the rest of us. “But unless you’re married, that’s a terrible sin, too.†I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
Estrella rested a hand on my thigh under the table, and I soon felt my ‘manhood’ swelling. I glanced and noticed Miri playing footsie with my best pal, Todd. She stared at his face and tried to hide a smile, but he studied the calendar on the wall intently.
Our teacher took a deep breath, then continued, “Oral sodomy, on the other hand, is less dirty, but still a major sin. A person fondles, licks, and kisses another’s private parts until. . .†Estrella slowly moved her hand until she touched my growing boner through my slacks. At that point, I would have done just about anything for some hot wet ‘oral sodomy.’
A bell rang, signaling the end of class. Everyone else went upstairs. I quickly walked to the Men’s room, and mentally forced my cock to shrink, so I could join the crowd without an obvious hardon. Miri and I were very disappointed that Estrella and Todd were two benches behind us during the long tedious sermon, so we couldn’t see them.
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We ate a lot of good food at the picnic afterward, and Mom enjoyed several beers with Estrella’s father. Several others had wine. Mom took off her sweater and sat next to a tree. They chatted about the difficulties of raising children, while he stared at her big tits.
Estrella’s mother was busy changing and feeding their new baby. BREAST-feeding the new baby, and I tried to hide my fascination. I made a major effort not to stare, but stole many glances between bites of the delicious food.
My crush walked over and shocked me by holding my hand. She whispered in my ear, “Come to Dad’s van with me. Kissing is only a little bit of a sin.†She kissed my cheek briefly, then led me to the parking lot. We climbed in the back of the van, then hugged and kissed quite a while. I reached and squeezed a breast through her shirt, but she gently pushed my hand away. I tried again after a few minutes, and she rested her hand on mine, letting me fondle her nice boob. We made out as long as we dared, ten minutes or so. We noticed her mother approaching and suddenly moved apart. She smiled at my new girlfriend and I, asking, “So, how are you two getting along?â€
“Um, good.†“I uh. . . I like him.â€
“That’s nice.†She looked into my eyes, asking, “Did she tell you she’s a good girl? She agreed that no boy will put anything in her body until marriage.†Estrella and I were frozen in embarrassment. “But once you’re married, you’ll be a very lucky man. Marital sins are sort of a way of life for the girls in our family. Unless I’m pregnant or breastfeeding, I let her father sin with my body every night, and any way he wants. Hehehe!â€
I froze in shock, but my new girlfriend complained, “UGH! MOM! Stop!â€
“Sorry. Wally’s mother told me he’ll be old enough to marry in six months. There’s no harm in some little sins until then, if you really want to marry her? Maybe even a few big sins, if you’re serious?â€
Estrella shook her head and shouted, “MOM! Jeez!â€
Her mother slapped her lightly. “That’s blasphemy, young lady! I don’t ever want to her you talk like that again!†She turned back toward me and asked, “Would you like to go on a date with her Saturday?â€
Estrella sighed, but held my hand and asked, “Wanna go to a movie at the drive-in?†She kissed my cheek. “Please?â€
Her mother improved the offer with, “We'll take my car. You can do whatever you want in back, while you watch me breastfeed the little one. I saw you staring, naughty boy. Hehehe!"
Estrella complained again, “UGH! MOM!â€
“Sounds great! Pick me up at seven?â€
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