At four o’clock in the afternoon at National Taiwan University, on the banks of the Drunken Moon Lake, the sunlight was both warm and soft, gently spreading on them through the gaps in the leaves.
He sat against a large tree, she in his arms, his right hand inside her goose-yellow high school uniform, her bra long since unhooked, and he leisurely fondled her petite, firm, strong breasts, his tongue greedily exploring and sucking in her fragrant cherry mouth.
Her eyes were closed in enjoyment, soothed, her hips occasionally twisting and rubbing his nub.
‘What’s the harm in provoking his lust? Anyway, in this public place, what can he do? At most, he’d be like this! He used to do this all the time, he would say he had something to do and leave when he got too much for her, causing her to feel sad for the whole night. Today, I must get my revenge! Thinking about this, she wiggled her buttocks fiercely again.
He has a total of three girlfriends, respectively, studying in the North, Jingmei and Zhongshan. This situation of having one girlfriend in each school is, of course, a deliberate effort on his part to change his tastes from time to time, and to bring them out to the public with a great deal of face, and in any case, they are all quite OPEN, and he doesn’t ask them if they have another boyfriend.
Although they are all young and sweet, but together for a long time, it is inevitable to feel that they are childish, either do not read any extracurricular books, or read some boring romance novels, no depth at all.
Just when he was feeling a little tired of them, he saw her. About one-six-five in height, with a gentle, gracious smile that filled the entire church entrance with warmth. Dressed in an ivory sleeveless dress, her diminutive and luscious curves were tantalizing.
Of course, color is not an obsession, and there were dozens of brothers and sisters in the church, but no one would ever look at her with pornographic eyes. Even if they did, they would have to desperately refrain from doing so, and at the same time, they would have to pray to the Lord Jesus at night, repent, and ask for forgiveness. Because Jesus said that as long as one has lustful thoughts, he or she has already violated the commandment of lust.
As a matter of fact, ever since she started her freshman year of college six months ago, grew her hair shoulder-length, and changed her clothes from little-girl to big-girl styles, there have been a few brothers who have been distracted by her physical appearance during Saturday night youth group.
The Sunday morning service, on the other hand, featured several more highly respected adult squires who were hopelessly guilty of lewdness Of course up to this point, they were all still only mentally offended.
The young pastor had long observed this phenomenon, but he had been indecisive as to whether or not to intervene and advise her to dress conservatively.
Because deep down he himself appreciated the youthfulness that she exuded, and every time he saw her silhouette, his heart was soothed, so he couldn’t help but ask her to wrap her tantalizingly devilish body in a tightly sealed package.
He explained to himself, “After all, she hasn’t gone too far! Like today, when she was at the Youth Fellowship, the atmosphere was so joyful and lively. The boys had a good time, and the girls were happy, too.”
‘Now look at her at the door sending everyone away as if she were the hostess of the church. Wouldn’t I be the hostess then?’ Thinking about it, a small smile tugged at the corners of the priest’s mouth.
But years of training immediately warned him: Sin is sin. There is only one master of the church, and that is the only Savior: Jesus. And to fantasize about himself and her as masters and mistresses would be a sin of adultery.
Inwardly, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and went back inside the pulpit to organize his Bible and handouts.
He and Jingmei’s kept fooling around until seven o’clock in the evening, his whole body and mind being aroused by that little ninny, but she said that her period had come and she had to go home, so he had to break up after having dinner. Just at nine o’clock when I passed by this church, in front of the church to see a smile can bow, attentive to see off the guests of her. Was it fate? Or was it the lust that was aroused in my body?
In short, he was deeply attracted to her. ‘This titillating big sister, I want her! I must have her!’
That night, he perversely didn’t jerk off and took an icy cold shower, it’s always appropriate to be chaste for her for one night!
Besides, with more testosterone stored in his body, he will definitely increase his male charm in front of her tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m., Sunday service, create a hyperlink with her right now.
A popular celebrity like her wouldn’t just be in a youth group, would she? Those prudish adults, middle-aged people, and old farts would never let her go! They would have asked her to attend Sunday services, even if it was for their lust!
The pastor was about thirty years old, dark-skinned, lean and sturdy, with warm eyes and a soft tone of voice, and evidently quite well-bred and cultivated.
Today’s sermon is on King Solomon’s Song of Songs, a collection of songs of love, in the genre of poetry, depicting a man and a woman pouring out their love for each other, the most beautiful of poems.
Song of Songs is one that the average pastor is reluctant to touch because orthodox Jews believe that the book is describing the relationship between God and his chosen people; orthodox Christians believe that it is describing the relationship between Christ and the church.
But normal people know intuitively that this is simply a love song! It’s like the Chinese Book of Songs, which is obviously a simple love song, but some people insist on interpreting it as a courtier’s adoration for the king, distorting the holy love.
The young pastor was having none of that, and it was wonderful to hear the pastor’s tongue-in-cheek examples of real-life relationships between men and women to illustrate the situation in the Song of Songs.
Because his attention was focused on both the pastor and her, he was sensitive to vaguely realizing that it seemed as if his selling was all about attracting her attention and affirmation in order to win her over.
It was as if his entire speech was dedicated to her alone, as if there was an unspoken connection between the two of them, a connection that would not allow outsiders to get involved.
After listening to the pastor’s sermon, the next step was to give, and he honestly gave three and a half tenths of six hundred dollars of his weekly allowance, far more than one-tenth of the average believer. He did this in the hope that the Lord Jesus would give him a chance to bond with her successfully.
His thoughts drifted back to two years ago. Two days before the joint high school examination, his mother took him to Taipei City’s Xingtian Palace to pray to the Sacred Emperor Guan Di for success in the examination.
On that day, my mother had prepared nearly one thousand dollars worth of fruits to pay her respects. To my mother, buying one thousand dollars worth of fruits was already a big deal, but at that time, he was thinking: ‘Paying only one thousand dollars worth of things to ask for the gold list is too little to pay and too much to ask for, isn’t it?
I didn’t realize that after the worship, my mom took the fruit home again and ate it for herself, which was a huge savings.
Isn’t he doing the same thing now? For the price of six hundred dollars, he wanted to obtain the love and body of a big, beautiful girl. But then he thought to himself: ‘How is this not giving her a chance to get to know me?’
He thought proudly: ‘The girls know me, which will lose out! At the end of the day, they’ve earned what they’ve got, and who can give them memories as good as mine?’
Sunday services ended on Monday, and because he was a strange face, she had long ago taken the initiative to seek him out.
He quickly seized this opportunity: “Sister, I want to know more about the teachings of Christ, can you help me?”
“Of course I will, from the bottom of my heart. To be able to retrieve a lamb for the Lord would be my greatest service to Him.”
Of course she knew that a lot of boys liked her, liked to talk to her, liked to do things with her, but she had always taken that for granted. Aren’t brothers and sisters under Christ supposed to love each other?
The lack of social experience causes her to be unable to perceive the jealousy that other girls girls and women feel towards her. Of course, even if other girls are jealous, they hide it so well that they shouldn’t show it, flare it up, or have an excuse to show it or flare it up.
‘This man is quite attractive with his handsome face and sword brows, and he is also a senior student of the Normal University High School! If he could join the Youth Fellowship, it would certainly enhance the quality of the discussion quite a bit. Also, the choir is too yin and yang, I wonder how he sings? Anyway, this delightful older boy is worth my effort to guide and strive for.”
He said, “I listened to the pastor’s sermon just now, and it was really wonderful! It was so well organized, so insightful, and so humorous. I used to think that the pastor’s sermons were very serious and boring! I really envy you guys, you get this high level of spiritual food every week.”
“Why be envious, you can come every week too!”
“But I don’t understand, why should I believe in Jesus?”
“You will come to Sunday service today because the Lord Jesus brought you!”
“Uh, can you enlighten me sometime? Jesus is…”
“I’d love to.” She thought to herself, ‘It is my duty to deliver this lost lamb! Why else would Jesus have brought him to me?’
“So… are you free tonight?”
“Great. I’ll meet you at the church at eight, is that okay?”
Although the church was empty at night, she had been attending church since fifth grade, and it was as familiar to her as if it were her home, and it was only natural to seek him out to come to church.
“Then I thank you in advance!”
He had already made a quick calculation: he would play basketball for two hours in the afternoon to completely revitalize his muscles and blood, then go home, take a shower, sleep, get up at 6:00, eat a full meal, and then go to his appointment at 8:00 a.m. He was sure to be refreshed and ready to handle any situation. He was sure to be glowing and energized enough to handle any situation.
Whenever he had an important appointment to attend, he would strictly enforce this process, which proved to be very effective.
At eight o’clock sharp, when he arrived at the church, she was already waiting for him. She had also taken a shower, and a light fragrance came through in bursts. She changed into a green dress, still sleeveless, and it seemed that sleeveless dresses were her favorite.
He was taken to the room dedicated to youth fellowship activities, where she pointed to the pictures on the wall and narrated the activities of the fellowship. Her silky hair was tied into a ponytail, which made her look even more delicate and cute. Because she looked at the pictures on the wall and then turned to look at him, her head had to be twisted around, and the ponytail swayed and swung, causing his demonic heart to shake and sway along with it.
Her green dress is quite old, washed a bit off color, probably bought in high school, right? Now, of course, it was a bit more mature than in high school, so it looked a bit tight, setting off her breasts and hips, and her thighs were showing a bit more, and when her hands were raised, she could vaguely see her bra from under her armpits.
She lived in the neighborhood, so she came in her slippers. The ponytail, the old dress, the slippers, and the fresh scent of a fresh shower made her seem very approachable and relatable.
‘Relatable? Relatable means approachable!’ He mentally blasphemed rapidly for a moment.
“Hey, you didn’t get a BCG shot?” He pretended to move closer to her, grabbing her left arm bladder from the inside with his left hand and rubbing his right hand on the outside of that arm: “Look, you don’t have a BCG shot scar on your arm.”
“Eh.” Though she felt he was a bit abrupt, it seemed like she shouldn’t care too much, so she let him go and didn’t struggle.
“My mom purposely didn’t want me to get it, she said the scars on my arms would be too ugly if I got BCG.”
“So your mom isn’t afraid you’ll get smallpox?”
“She said as long as I was taken care of carefully, how could I possibly give off smallpox!”
His tone grew softer: “You do look good.” Both eyes looked into her pupils warmly but slightly wantonly, and his hands were still rubbing the inside and outside of her arms wantonly.
Because embarrassment and pleasure were rising rapidly at the same time, she smiled sweetly and pushed his hand away : “Come on, look at the Bible!”
He sat down next to her right side.
“Have you ever read Genesis?”
“No.”
She then guided him through this marvelous classic.
When he saw it: “Then the Lord God caused the man to sleep, and while he slept the Lord God took one of his ribs and put flesh on flesh. And of that rib the Lord God made a woman, and brought her to the man, and the man said, ‘At last I see my fellow man, bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh, and I will make him a woman, for he came forth from a man, and therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and shall cleave to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.’ ” When he was excited, he said, “You are made of my rib!”
She gave him a blank look: “Hey, be serious!”
When he saw her look that seemed to be angry but still smiling, his psyche swung, and he took her right hand in both of his hands: “Good sister, I want to confess to you.”
Unaware that she was about to be slaughtered, her sister’s eyes were pure and innocent: “Confession?”
He lowered his head as if in penitence, but rubbed and kissed his lips over her fingertips.
“I had three girlfriends, but I was always very empty and lonely inside, especially in the rainy late night, that devouring feeling of emptiness, which often made me want to cry and commit suicide. Late one night, it was pouring rain outside, I was at home watching Mr. Liang Qichao’s Ice-drinking Room anthology while drinking hot umeboshi, his patriotism is so hot, his feelings within the article are so rich, remembering that for a hundred years, the country is still in turmoil, there is no improvement, and the brothers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are like enemies, can not help but be sad, crying, drunken and messy. “
As he spoke, he took her fingertips one by one into his mouth sucking and gently devouring them.
She was unsuspecting as she listened to him talk quite heavily, and besides, the feeling of her fingertips being sucked on was quite comforting.
Without warning, he suddenly changed the topic: “I have been in the habit of masturbating since junior high school, sometimes three times a day to be able to satisfy. Movie stars, singers, female classmates, neighbors, and even beautiful female teachers are all objects of my masturbation fantasies.” He said and raised his head to look at her.
Her face turned red, after all, she was still a yellow girl, although she claimed to be his sister, in the end, she was not older than one or two years old, asking him to listen to a big boy to talk about the history and process of masturbation, it was too embarrassing, right! Her hand was still being firmly grasped and played with by him! She wanted to pull it back, but she was afraid that it would be too embarrassing, so she panicked and didn’t know what to do.
He launched another fierce attack: “Sister, do you have the habit of masturbating?”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” She said in a reprimanding tone, her heart beating very violently.
He lowered his head again, let go of her hand, and choked on a sob: “I knew that if I told you the truth about me, you would despise me. You’re just like all of them…”
She panicked even more.
She started attending church in the fifth grade of elementary school, and the church ran a remedial English class for children that met two nights a week. As they went on, they were tempted to go to Sunday school at 8 a.m. on Sundays; children don’t call it Sunday service, they call it Sunday school. The older brother who gave them religion lessons was the present pastor, when she was twelve and he was twenty-two.
Pure, spiritual love had been sown deep in the hearts of both of them from the first day they met. As they spent time together, it gradually fermented, especially during the pastor’s sermon, and the mystical connection between the two became even stronger.
Since middle school, she had often imagined that the pastor and her were a couple, and that the pastor always looked at her with affection, and often spoke to her with affection in private.
In high school, the plot in her mind from pure love talk, gradually add some color, physical contact gradually debut, kissing, caressing, and even in the wilderness inverted, with the ultimate pleasure.
When she fantasized if she was in bed, she usually stroked her pleasure zones naturally, so even though she was still a virgin, she had a lot of experience with orgasms.
At first, she would inevitably feel guilty, but after she studied professional sexology books in the library, she knew that masturbation was a normal behavior, which would not hurt her body or hinder her development, and could solve her sexual desire, relieve her anxiety and tension, and she did not have to worry about getting pregnant or getting a sexually transmitted disease (STD), which is a behavior that does no harm at all. However, this is after all a very private matter for her, which is not known to outsiders.
‘Look at this big brother, can he see that I masturbate a lot?’ She had a ghost in her heart, so her face reddened from her neck all the way to the base of her ears.
Embarrassed and humiliated by his look, she couldn’t sit still and stood up, walking to the inner corner of the room, her back to the door and him, to calm her excitement.
Although he was only in high school, he was a total veteran and had long known that many girls had masturbation experience.
According to expert statistics, ninety-eight percent of boys have the habit of masturbating, while eighty-seven percent of girls do.
Now that he had seen her react so violently, he concluded that she must masturbate quite frequently and was terrified of being discovered.
He also stood up and walked behind her: “Sister, do you know what my favorite girl is?”
“Eh?” She didn’t dare turn around, answering politely and copiously through her nose.
“Like you, no pierced ears girl.” Saying that, he touched and pinched her earlobes with abandon: “Look at your earlobes, how pure, how charming!”
Her earlobes, ah! still red and hot! Her body trembled at this rubbing by him, and her feet almost went limp.
The excitement of real contact was surprisingly a hundred times more intense than imagining it, and inexperienced as she was, she didn’t know what to do, standing dumbfounded, her heart beating and breathing so fast that she could hardly stand it.
He looked at the beautiful lamb to be slaughtered in front of him, really excited, he once again showed his style: “Sister, this morning the pastor preached a verse of the Song of Songs that I like very much, recite it to you, okay?”
Saying that, he gently pressed against her from her back and rubbed his hands on her bare and smooth arms. Because her arms had already been touched by him just now, now she wasn’t so sensitive and calculating, so she just let him caress them.
He recited in a very magnetic and provocative tone and voice: “O maiden of great beauty! How beautiful your feet in sandals, the curve of your thighs is an artist’s masterpiece; your navel is like a round wine glass, filled with wine; your waist is like a bunch of wheat, surrounded by lilies; your breasts are like a twin deer, like a pair of antelope.”
He brought his lips to her earlobe and repeated in a very soft voice: “The seventh of the Song of Songs.”
“Good sister, your breath is as fragrant as apples, your kisses are like fine wine; your breasts are like a twin fawn, like a pair of gazelles; your breasts are like bunches of grapes, I will pluck them.”
With the familiar words of the Bible in her ears, her subconscious had mixed him up with the pastor.
Just as she was getting carried away, he nuzzled her earlobe, slipped his hand through the cuff of her sleeveless dress, slid his fingers inside her bra in a smooth motion, and his magic palms quickly grasped her fresh, firm, full breasts and kneaded and squeezed them slowly, steadily, and forcefully.
Her earlobes had never been sucked before, her breasts had never been fondled before, and she gasped out “ah… mmm… ugh… ooh…”, forgetting to struggle or protest, her waist was weak, her legs were aching, and her center of gravity fell backward into his arms.
‘Could this be God’s will?’ The pastor happened to be returning to the church to pick up some things, and when he saw the light and sound in the youth fellowship room, the pastor was so happy that he thought to himself: ‘It must be her!’ He came over in a hurry, and when he reached the door, he saw the shocking scene.
The priest saw that the goddess of his heart, the little girl with the face of an angel and the body of a devil, the symbol of holiness that he had seen since childhood, was now leaning lazily against the arms of a boy, letting his hands reach under her armpits and breasts, and allowing him to make light of her. The most unacceptable thing was that she was even making “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” noises.
A shudder ran through the pastor’s body, and he turned and ducked into the next prayer room, knelt down, folded his hands, gathered his heart, and prayed a sincere prayer of repentance to his Savior.
“Lord Jesus, thank you for bringing her to me and allowing me to enjoy her innocent and sweet smile. But I treat her as a goddess, and in my mind, she gradually takes precedence over you, which is the sin of blasphemy. You sent her to assist me in the building of this church, but I fantasized that she was the mistress and I was the mistress, which is the sin of lewdness and wickedness. My pride, my vanity, and my sins are all in your sight, and so you sent a boy to possess her, and to make me witness it, so that the devil in me may be destroyed completely, and so that I may serve you again with all my heart.
O Lord Almighty! O Lord of mercy! I worship You and I thank You.”
The sounds of the youth fellowship room next door were like raging waves of lust, constantly coming over, making the pastor’s heart feel like a knife in his throat as he prayed, dripping blood, dripping blood, dripping blood… He turned her onto her front side, and with his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, his tongue burrowed like a snake, trying to penetrate her sweet mouth. She refused to give in and tried to evade it, violently bobbing her head from left to right, but she was never able to get rid of that abominable tongue that followed her like a shadow, and was finally scurried into her mouth by it.
She has not surrendered, trying to use her tongue to push out the invading foreign object. He was overjoyed, this kind of tongue battle he was the most skillful, just like the push hands of taijiquan: you advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat; and also like a two-person dance: twists and turns, intertwined and entwined.
After playing with it for a while, he took advantage of the fact that she was spitting it out hard and suddenly switched to sucking it hard, easily sucking her lilac tongue into his mouth in the process, capturing it, while bowing slightly, sliding his hands down from his waist to his hips, pulling up the short dress and caressing her near-naked buttocks with wanton abandon.
Physiologically, her whole body was assaulted by spasms, and boundless pleasure swept through her body; psychologically, she felt as if she was about to fall into a bottomless abyss, and felt extreme fear.
She suddenly screamed, “No!” Pushing him away, she turned and ran, not daring to look back, not daring to stop for a moment, all the way home, into her room, locking the door, and lying on the bed, desperately panting, panting, panting…
The pastor returned home, stripped naked, took out his iron bars, went into the bathroom and turned on the rosette head and rinsed his body with cold water.
The constant pounding of the cold, cold water made him shiver in his mixed body, so he started whipping his body with an iron bar, thighs, buttocks, back, until it was bruised and oozing blood, and in this way he gained peace physically and psychologically.
She lay in bed, her face red all the time.
‘How could he do this to me? And me, how come I seem to be so comfortable? It’s so humiliating! It’s a good thing no one saw me at the church. What’s wrong with me? Is he the devil? How could he have such guts? How can he be so charming? Did Jesus send him to test me? I pushed him very hard at the end. Would he be scared by me? Would he be afraid to come back to church? Isn’t rescuing this lost sheep the mission Jesus sent me? The more difficult the task is, the more Jesus honors me, should I…”
He picks up one of her slippers left inside the church and takes it home as a souvenir.
I knew she was a conservative type, but she was still so impatient. Well, now that I’ve broken the bowl… I’ll definitely become a refused visitor. It’s a pity! Her body, her sweetness, her tenderness, her sexiness, they’re all first-class…”
“Ring…” The phone came.
“Can you come to choir practice tomorrow night?”
Sister!
“Sister! Just now…”
“Stop talking and start at 7:30, okay?”
“Good good good.”
“So… see you tomorrow!”
I’ll see you tomorrow. The next day, he arrived at 8:00, half an hour late.
‘Make the girl wait for an hour or so, make her anxious, and when I show up, she’ll be very happy. It works best with girls you’re just getting to know.’
She didn’t dare wear a sleeveless dress anymore; tonight she was wearing a white blouse and a long, dark green skirt, and pretended to be fine as she welcomed him in.
He said, “Sister, I have a few important words to say to you.”
She gave him a sidelong glance, “Can’t it wait until after practice?”
He said, “Just a few words, go to the fellowship room!”
She thought: ‘There are so many people in the church tonight, he won’t mess around again, will he?’ So she went in with him.
As soon as he entered, he immediately locked the door.
“What are you locking the door for?”
He walked over to her and got down on one knee, wrapping his arms around her thighs, his face pressed against the junction of the base of her leg and the small of her back. It was so cozy!
“You… you… you…”
“Sister, help me, I’m dying!”
“Ah…”
“Ever since you left me yesterday, my mind has been all about you, your every smile, your every word, taking over my heart. I can’t eat all day, I can’t read, I’m going crazy! Sister, good sister, save me!”
He picked her up and stood her up on the chair so that his face could be pressed against her breasts, and his hands had a much greater range of motion, from his chest and back, to his waist, to his rounded buttocks, and to his thighs, all of which he could do as he pleased, depending on the situation.
As Kaiser said, “Speed is the most important thing in any battle.” In order to buy time, he immediately drilled and sucked on her breasts with his face, and his hands moved all over the place, touching her breasts, her back, her waist, her buttocks, her inner and outer thighs… everything.
She screamed furiously, “Put me down! Put me down!”
“Shhhhhhhh, keep it down, sis, don’t let the choir hear you.”
She was so hot from his kneading that she begged him bitterly, “Don’t do this, there are so many people outside.”
He made a condition: “I’ll let you go if you show me your breasts.”
She blushed with embarrassment, “Please, don’t do this.”
His mouth and face continued to push at her breasts, sniffing hard at her virginal aroma: “I’m going to count to twenty, and if you don’t unhook your bra for me to see, I’m going to take your panties off.” Saying that, he put his hand through the hem of his skirt and caressed his thighs and buttocks.
“You… why are you doing this…” She was at a loss for words, her body was already hot, and her lower body was becoming more and more pleasurable as his magic palms teased her.
“One… two… three… four… five…” He counted slowly, and when he reached “fifteen… sixteen…”, he pulled her panties down.
She was startled and quickly said, “Fine, fine, don’t take it off, I’ll just let you see it.” Said said, unlocked the chest buttons.
“Just looking around?”
“Eh! Just looking around.”
She unhooked her bra, revealing her fresh, creamy, snow-white, firm, upturned breasts and those pink nipples.
He wasn’t even polite, taking a bite of one nipple and savoring it, his hands moving more vigorously on his hips.
“You… you… didn’t you say… ah… don’t… oh… I can’t take it anymore yeah… how could you…”
He wrapped his right hand around her waist so she couldn’t escape, sucking both nipples in turn with his mouth and tongue while reaching into her private parts with the fingertips of his left hand. He leisurely stroked her labia majora and minora, gently stimulated her clitoris to make it erect, and slowly explored her vagina, awakening the G-spot in her vagina with great skill, making it surface and protrude.
Her whole body spasmed, she was soulful, wanting to scream out, but afraid of letting the people outside hear, but couldn’t help but be pleasurably aroused and sultrily letting out a lustful wail, unable to restrain and involuntarily letting her love juices flow all over her vagina. It was so overflowing, so slippery, so sticky, so fishy.
He took off her panties just as she was wandering off into the void, and almost simultaneously, his own outer panties.
While she still couldn’t figure out what was going on, he had spread her thighs apart, cupped her hips in his hands and lifted her up so that her back was against the wall, slipped her pussy around his jade cock and began to pump it up and down.
Yesterday’s cherry mouth was invaded by a foreign tongue, which was quite memorable; today’s private parts were invaded by a huge foreign penis, and that hot and full feeling was really soulful!
The choir sang beautifully and gracefully: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should have everlasting life. Jesus suffered trials for the world, Jesus shed His blood for the world, and washed away the sins of the world…”
In this position, the impact on both penis and clitoris is particularly high, so in less than two minutes, both of them simultaneously climbed to the top, reached the ultimate pleasure, and obtained an unprecedented orgasm.
The choir sang loudly at this time: “H… Riluah! Halle… hallelujah! Halle… hallelujah!” It seemed that Jesus was so pleased with his masterpiece that he added a beautiful soundtrack to enhance the sound.
Sunday service is here again, and the pastor’s sermon is still brilliant. Today’s sermon is the story of the cities of Sodom and Adom. The people of these two cities originally believed in God, but then they did not keep the commandments, and they were wicked and licentious, and God was so angry that He completely destroyed all of them. The pastor spoke with tears in his eyes, and the whole church was moved.
She was listening intently, but the mystical connection with the priest had been broken.
The pastor watched her, and from her expression, from her behavior, from her words, he guessed that she should no longer be perfect!
The pastor was so thankful to God that he was no longer under her sweet spell and could serve God with all his heart.
She was so thankful to God for teaching her about sacrifice and bringing this lost sheep back to the house of the Lord. It was so endearing to see how attentively he listened to the sermon! It was probably just like that when Ms. Soong Mei Ling probed Mr. Chiang Kai Shek.
He thanked God for her, she was truly a creature of the earth, a masterpiece of God, passionate, tender, pampered and considerate. The last few times in the church, she was enjoying herself more and more, and gradually she was able to turn passivity into initiative, and the two of them were able to play more and more tricks.
Thank the Lord! The pastor, she, and he, all three were saved.
He does have a pretty good head on his shoulders, and at the Tuesday night Bible study he quickly became a master at Bible study, and the little aunt who led their study appreciated him, and he was quite appreciative of the little aunt.
Little Auntie, twenty-seven, ten years older than him, single, no boyfriend, focuses her life on church, especially Bible study.
At twenty-seven years old, his little aunt had all the delicacy of a teenager and the caressing charm of a big girl, fully developed, like a delicate flower in full bloom. He had never tasted such a juicy big girl before! How could he not appreciate it? How could he not be attracted? How could he not explore?
That night at 9:30 p.m., after the Bible study class was over, he stayed behind and asked his little aunt, “I heard that you have a lot of Bible stories in your house, all in hardcover, and all of them are beautifully illustrated. When will you take me there to open my eyes?”
Auntie looked at this big boy, with his lofty eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and his great diligence in Bible study, which was very pleasing to the eye, and said, “Go now, then!”
He was so excited that he stepped forward and put his arms around her and said, “Thank you.”
She hadn’t been touched by a boy in a long time, and was breathing a little hard from being wrapped up in her arms as she smiled sweetly at him and said, “Let’s go!”
Her house was also near the church, so she arrived before ten. Her hardcover books were kept in her bedroom, and after pretending to read a few of them, he said to her, “Auntie, I think there’s something wrong with your personality.”
“Something wrong with my personality?” She asked very curiously.
“Here, I’ll show you how to read personalities, you stand up on the bed.”
“Stand up on the bed?”
“What are you afraid of? It’s your home, your bed yeah.”
She was half-led, half-carried as he got her onto the bed and stood, dressed in a goose-yellow blouse and a narrow reddish-brown skirt, which wrapped her plump hips tightly and revealed her curves. Because the mattress was bouncy, she couldn’t stand very still, so she just kept wriggling around, her legs rubbing together slightly, giving herself some slight pleasure, and being sexy, her dark, shiny, shoulder-length hair fluttering as her body twisted and turned.
The image alone mesmerized him.
“With your legs clenched, I place my hand between your two ankles and slowly work my way up the inside of each calf; you have to clench your legs as tight as you can to stop me from going up. The less I rise, the more conservative you are; the more I rise, the more open you are. Understand?”
“Understood, but why would I want to take a quiz like that?”
“What are you afraid of, you’ll see in a minute. Come on, clench ooh!” He didn’t care, his left hand plunged between the two feet.
She foolishly clenched her legs to fight his clutches, but where was it a match for her, and in the blink of an eye it was crawling over her knees and making its way to the base of her thighs.
She became anxious: “Hey, don’t go any further up! No… you… you… can’t come up any further…” She blocked her vital parts with her hands.
His palm slipped into the skirt, continued to go, was blocked in front of the root of the leg. Pausing, he said, “You’re wearing stockings, they’re more slippery, so they go better, not accurate. Come on, stockings off, once again.” After saying that, he pulled the stocking down from the root of the leg.
It was too late for her to stop, so she cooperated by lifting her feet and letting him take off her stockings. His other hand was not idle, as his left hand removed one side of the stockings, his right hand rubbed the other side of the thighs and calves; as his right hand removed the other side of the stockings, his left hand rubbed this side of the thighs and calves. His movements were so natural, as if they were natural, so she didn’t know how to react.
He started that crawling game again, she clenched her legs tightly, this time there was no stocking to isolate her, her pleasure was much enhanced, the tighter she clenched, the more comfortable she felt. He did the same, the tighter she clenched, the more the friction and squeezing broke through the pleasure of conquest.
Finally, he attacked her thighs, this time he was already prepared, when she wanted to use her hands to protect her vitals, he immediately used his right hand to set aside her hands, and his left hand unceremoniously covered her private parts, his index and middle fingers moving vigorously.
She moaned out with an “uh-oh” and fell backward as her legs gave out.
He leapt onto the bed, his body laying on her left side, pinning her left hand with his body, his right hand going under her neck and grabbing her right hand, his left foot pinning her right foot as his left hand continued to attack her private parts.
She desperately gasped and struggled, but his hold was too effective for her to move.
His left hand reached in through the seam of her panties, plucking at the lips of her pussy, his index finger finding her clit, rubbing and stimulating it gently and softly, his middle finger delving into her vagina to satisfy her hunger.
Still struggling violently, she gurgled with tears.
While continuing to tweak her peach blossom, he licked her tears with his tongue: “Auntie, I want you, I want to go to heaven with you. You are so beautiful, you are so charming, I want you, I want you…”
Suddenly, she struggled harder and cried out, “Let go of me! I don’t want… I don’t want…”
He put his heart on the line, drew out his left hand and slapped her hard; released his right hand and slapped her again.
She was too sore and frightened to struggle any further and cried.
Seeing that she was no longer struggling, he began to take off her dress. Removing her shirt, then her bra, revealing her plump, sweet-smelling, fine-smooth, tender breasts. Her nipples were quite large, but they were still pink in color, so it was evident that they were still quite fresh.
Slowly removing her narrow skirt again, then the blue lace trimmed panties on a white background, the entire fragrant, sweet, white and flawless female body was completely presented to his eyes.
He quickly stripped off his clothes, his dick was already furious and ready to go, he pulled her upright, spread her legs, and amidst her cries and moans, his dick attacked without mercy, plunging in deep at once.
Keeping his penis still, he ruffled her hair with both hands and murmured, “Little auntie, little auntie, don’t cry.” As he spoke, he licked her tears dry, kissed her eyelashes, her eyelids, her nose… When he tried to push his tongue into her mouth, she closed her teeth and refused.
He wasn’t afraid of that, and his lower body began to twitch, jerking out and slamming to the bottom. After five or six times, she finally opened her mouth and moaned out loud, and he stuck his tongue in, churning and sucking at will.
Then, while his cock was pumping, he nibbled on her earlobe and said, “Little Auntie… Sweet Auntie… Sweet baby… You’re such a slut! Your eyes are so seductive that you’ve captured my heart and soul… My dear little aunt, you must be my mistress and make love to me every day. Only I can satisfy you, you slut… you slut… Oh… My little aunt… My darling… My heart… My little aunt…”
She was stimulated by him in such multiple ways, the restrained pleasure came in bursts, like a raging storm, drowning out her sanity, making her body and mind surrender completely. Moans, waves, and dreamy voices let loose, her body twisting hard in line with his pumping, climaxing again and again. Ah, willing to go to hell!
From then on, the time after Bible study on Tuesdays became the center of gravity in her life.
A catechist came to the Youth Fellowship. A catechist is someone who is not yet a believer, but is interested and wants to learn more, just like he used to be.
This new Mu Taoist friend, the first year of the Women’s Teacher’s College, looks like a star, and can seduce the soul between the flow of her eyes.
He was thinking, ‘If I don’t pick it quickly, someone else will get it sooner or later…’ Suddenly, the priest approached him and said, “You’re very intelligent, and you’re very righteous, so I’d like to train you to be a priest, what do you think?”
“Me? Being a priest?”
“You don’t have to decide in a hurry; did you notice that new catechumen? I leave her in your charge and care, and you try to see if you can lead her to come into the house of the Lord Jesus.”
He looked up, and the icon of Jesus, nailed to the cross, seemed to be winking at him!