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going to need a lot more soul-saving very soon, Miss Richards."
    I looked up into his deep blue eyes and was lost. "Promise?"

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    " O h , yes, Pastor Randy! Fuck me harder!" I was trying to keep my voice down but my pastor's hard cock was pounding into me so deliciously that I couldn't control myself.
    It had been several weeks since Pastor Randy — he’d started out as the youth pastor an inherited the job of full pastor when old Reverend Stevens went to live in Heaven — had caught me masturbating in his office and meted out God's justice by taking my virginity. Apparently my soul needed further redemption because he announced that I needed additional punishment, which involved his taking my anal virginity.
    Who knew I'd love to be punished so roughly and so frequently?
    Since then, I'd sought out Pastor Randy's 'punishment' every couple of days, usually somewhere in the church.
    Today, we were in his office. He was sitting in his chair and I was straddling him, my neatly trimmed pussy sliding up and down on his thick, hard shaft. Every time I slammed down on him, my clit rubbed against him, edging me closer to climax.
    "God bless you, Stacey!" It seemed he couldn't control his volume either as I rode him toward glory. His hands found my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and helping me slam down harder on his cock, our thighs slapping loudly against each other.
    I wanted desperately to kiss him but his mouth was busy suckling my nipples, switching back and forth between them. Each nip he gave shot bolts of electricity straight to my engorged clit. But it wasn't until one of his big smooth fingers found my tight entrance that the dam burst and sent me toppling into ecstasy.
    "Ayyyiiiiii!" I screeched as I clenched onto his cock and finger so hard I thought I might cut them clean off.
    He responded by pumping into me harder and faster until he too cried out in release. “Hallelujah!”
    I collapsed onto Pastor Randy's chest trying to catch my breath, my damp forehead resting in the nook of his sweaty neck. His breathing was as labored as mine, and his heart was pounding just as hard.
    "Pastor Randy, is everything okay in—“ Deacon James burst into the office and froze in his steps. I squealed and scrambled off Pastor Randy's lap, his glistening cock slipping out of me and springing to attention as I tried to hide my nakedness behind the desk. I peeked around the corner to see what the church elder would do. Pastor Randy leapt to his feet and pulled up his slacks, trying to button his oxford at the same time.
    "Deacon, what are you—“ He broke off, not knowing what to say. There was no covering up what we'd been doing; words were useless.
    Slowly and without taking his eyes off mine, Deacon James backed out of the office and quietly shut the door.
    I breathed a sigh of relief laced with fear. "What do we do? My mom can't lose her job, Pastor Randy! That was the deal, remember?"
    Pastor Randy had made it clear that if the deacons found out about my initial indiscretion or our ongoing 'punishment' sessions, my mom would immediately lose her job, which would be very bad for our family.
    "Shit!" was all Pastor Randy would say. "Get dressed, Ms. Richards."
    Fear coursed through my veins, making me shake and shiver. I'd done everything he'd asked of me — happily — and now this.
    No doubt Deacon James was already talking with the other elders and drawing up the papers to fire Mom and Pastor Randy. Where would he go? I couldn't lose him now that I had him! This isn't fair! I cried out to God. I did what you wanted!
    "Well, there's nothing to do but face the music," he said after I'd slipped my dress back over my head. Once again, I couldn't find my panties but it hardly mattered at this point.
    I was terrified of what was about to happen, but a little confused, as well. Pastor Randy had convinced me that God had revealed my punishment to him, yet I always knew deep down that we weren't as sinless as I wanted to believe.
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