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Copyright 1998 by LeAnna. No part of this story may be reproduced in
any way without permission from the author (leanna1@hotmail.com).
Archive is up at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/.
Please do not read this if you are a minor in your jurisdiction.
[Collection by LeAnna]
I sat all alone in the back pew. I always sat there, every
Sunday, as regular as clockwork. I loved Sundays. Sundays were my
favorite day of the week. I was up on Sundays with a perfunctory
shower and shave before the sun rose, whistling my cheery tune and
flipping pancakes high in the air. I dined for an hour before I got
ready for church, stuffing myself so full that often, when I arrived,
I was so sleepy that I snored through the service.
I always woke up at that time. At that familiar organ
interlude, at that familiar hymn that the congregation sung, I always
roused out of my doze. I slipped a dollar bill out of the pocket of
my trousers.
Collection time.
"We give Thee but thine own,
"Whatever the gift may be
"All have we is thine alone
"A trust, O Lord, from Thee."
I snorted. That song had never made much sense to me at all.
Apparently, you were giving back to the Lord what he'd given you in
the first place. It seemed ungrateful to me. But, in the first
place, I'd never been able to figure out Christianity. I grinned and
thanked the Lord that I was an atheist.
I pulled the sleeves of my suit down over my wrists. It was a
familiar tune, a cheater's take of a magician's trick. This
one-dollar bill, this joker's card was between my fingers, a cheap
piece of green. It would soon be replaced by an Ace -- twenty, fifty,
however many dollars.
The collection plate moved slowly as the rest of the church
prayed quietly in its own little sanctuary. The collection plates
traveled from pew to pew, slowly working its way to the back of the
room. New person passing around the collection plates -- a wisp of a
woman with wavy black hair that reached to her waist and fine,
delicate features that outlined the structure of her face with its
gentle fingers. I glanced at her, admiring, and watched the sway of
her hips as she moved down the aisle, watched her lean her weight on
one leg and then shift again, her dress changing folds constantly to
reveal more of her figure. She glanced around, bored, waiting for the
plate to come back, and caught my eye. Her gaze bore into my soul --
as if she were seeing my sins.
Blushing, I looked back down and frowned at my hands. I
straightened my back and squared my shoulders. After a long pause,
she reached my aisle, holding out the plate as far as she could. I
leaned over, reached for it and pulled it towards me. While she turned
to set the other plate in the opposite aisle, I quickly scouted the
smooth wooden plate, looking for the highest bill. My fingers snapped
into action, moving in a blur, moving so quickly that anybody who saw
would have doubted that they saw the switch occur, and a fifty-dollar
bill went up my sleeve and into my suit pocket.
She turned around at just that moment and saw. Her eyes
flashed, and she looked at me, a kind of malevolence in her
expression. I felt the blood start to rush to my face again, and
controlled myself, giving her a lazy, smooth grin. A sin-free smile.
The rest of the service flew by quickly. I got up and out of
the church doors before anybody else, and stopped to shake hands with
the minister's and pay my respects. Despite being too holy for his
own good, he was really a nice man who did a lot for the community.
He was quite well off, in fact, with a large congregation. The
dipping I took from the collection every Sunday, for a year, barely
dampened his income. I leaned over to give him the obligatory hug,
and moved on.
Something stopped me in my tracks. The girl, twirling her
long black hair around her fingers, grinning at me like a heathen.
She beckoned to me with her finger.
I came. What could I do? And she sidled up close to me,
putting her soft, moist lips on my ear, and parting them to whisper,
"I saw that."
I swallowed uneasily.
She continued. "If you don't want me to tell the minister,
who you seem to highly respect, you'd better follow me."
I followed. I would have followed if she'd had nothing to
blackmail me with; I would have followed with my tongue lolling out as
I chased after her like a delighted puppy. As it were, I strolled
behind her, feeling like a dog with its tail between its legs as she
sauntered along like a prized show dog.
She led me down a hallway, far away from the rest of the
crowd. We stood in front of a door of a pitch-dark classroom, and I
heard the jangling of keys as she fitted them into the lock, turning
the knob and with a sweeping bow, welcoming me into the room. I felt
sorely intimidated.
She turned to me, her fine features now etching dark shadows
that ran along the side of her face. Her eyes were large and dark,
and her lips full. I gazed at her face, half intimidated, half bold.
"I think you have a fairly good idea of what I want," she
whispered in her husky voice. I felt a tightening in my pants. "I
think we both know what I want right now, and I think you'd better
submit to me. I know we understand each other," she purred, "and I
aim to get what I want."
I couldn't help myself -- I reached out to stroke her long,
soft hair. It felt finer than silk, and fell apart in my hands,
cascading like a miniature waterfall over my fingers. I watched,
fascinated, as the light danced off the whims and waves of her
gossamer locks. Her face softened, and she lifted her chin, her lips
apart, begging for a kiss. I kissed her, so softly that I could
barely feel her lips touching mine, yet a thrill shivered up and down
my body. Our lips hovered apart, her soft breath kissing mine.
Her arms reached around me and she ran the palms down my ass,
her fingers lightly caressing my crack. I normally would have
squirmed away, but her gaze held me tightly in place. Her hands moved
from my cheeks over my thighs and down my stomach to my painfully hard
front. She gasped, a tiny little gasp that was reflected in the
shining of her eyes, and squeezed me tentatively. I put my hands on
her ass, squeezing her flesh, running them down from her ass to the
back of her legs to that delightful little valley right underneath,
where her posterior meets her long, draping legs.
She leaned forward and nibbled my ear, licking along the side.
Her fingers stroked up and down my stiff rod, sending jolts of
pleasure through my cock, and she whispered, "Let's lie down on the
nap mat."
We made our way through the cluttered toys and rocking horses
and nearly collapsed onto a vinyl mat. I tore off my suit jacket and
tossed it carelessly on the floor. I lay down, flat on my back, and
no longer subdued, she turned into a tigress, her lips and hands
exploring all over me. She ripped my shirt, slowly, button by button.
I tried to protest but she silenced me with a hard kiss on my mouth,
her tongue snaking between my lips and sliding along my teeth. My
hands wrapped around her, and I tugged at her panties. Her hand
worked to undo my belt and trousers, awkwardly pulling down the zipper
that slid along the hard tent that I was making.
Her cool hand wrapped around my cock. I gasped, my head
nearly falling back onto the mat. She squeezed, working up and down.
I put my hand and between her legs, feeling her hard clit protruding
through the skirt. I massaged it, and I felt her legs lower onto my
hand. Her clit was a tiny steeple poking out of a tiny church, and I
pulled up her skirt to find her without panties, and with my fingers,
parted her lips and opened the front doors of her holy house. She
gasped at the bare touch of my fingers sliding along her lubricated
slit and gripped my cock harder.
She leaned down to kiss me again, and whispered,
"No foreplay. I want it inside me. Right now."
I was all too happy to oblige. She held her skirt up at her
hips, crouching down, lowering her wet, warm body onto my tall, hard
steeple. I bit my lip and gripped her ass, not caring about the marks
my fingernails would make, and tilted my head back. She came down on
me, her lips soft against mine, hungry, searching for my tongue. I
gave in to her, let her control me. She rode me, shivering and
trembling, and I could sense that her excitement was about to jump off
the cliff of orgasm.
"Ahhh," she whispered into my ear, stretching the gasp into a
long, trailing moan, her hips rocking back and forth on me, traveling
up and down the length of my chapel. The deeper my thrusts were, the
louder she would moan. I lifted my hand to her mouth, shushing her,
and she took a finger in between her teeth and bit on it, squealing
and gasping around it, her tongue flickering across it. Finally, she
reached her peak with a deep shudder, sinking her teeth down onto my
finger, and I arched my back as I lifted my knees. My cock was
becoming ultra-sensitive, and I could barely handle the sensations.
Finally I bucked, nearly throwing her off of me with the force of my
thrust, and shot jet after jet into her. I shuddered at the intensity
of the feeling, my cock buried deep inside her, her pussy clenching me
harder and harder, urging me on.
Finally, I fell away from her and lay back, my arms spread and
my legs together. Like a Christ figure. My heart thudded. My throat
was dry.
"Wow." Her voice echoed too loudly through the room.
I gulped. "Yes."
"We'd better get going. They'll be around to get the
afternoon daycare started soon."
I nodded, still seeing stars. "Yes."
She lifted herself off me, and I could see my juice running
down the inside of her thighs as she bent over to pull on her panties.
I smiled gently, looking at the small path that the juice made as it
ran down her leg. I stood and pulled up my pants, putting my suit
jacket back on.
We strolled out of the church and I waved to her as I stood
outside my car. She smiled slyly at me, her car engine revving as she
zoomed out of the parking lot. I searched my pockets for my keys. I
found the metal jangle, but nothing else.
I paused. Where the...?
Oh, shit!
She'd taken the fifty dollars!
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