The Minister and the Little Version 1.1
By Daphne Xu
Copyright 1993, 1996
Suggested by an incident in
Forbidden Flowers
by Nancy Friday
Copyright 1975
The church service was almost over. The Minister was finishing his
rousing hellfire-and-damnation oratory, about the ever-presence of
Satan and the temptations thereof. Greta sat on the wooden bench next
to her younger and her parents. Her friend Lucy sat with her
family a couple rows away. Lucy was three or four months than
Greta; they were both twelve years old. Funny how Lucy had changed
the past few months, Greta thought. Only last summer, Lucy didn't
like the church or the minister. They only went because their made them. Greta was still like that, but now Lucy looked at the
Minister with something approaching adoration, hanging onto his every
word.
Why did that happen? When did it start? Greta thought it must be
something to do with the "Special Instruction" that the Minister was
giving her personally. She also noticed that Lucy wasn't spending as
much time with her as she used to...
But at the moment there wasn't time to think about it. They were
going to sing the final hymn of the service. She opened the hymnal to
the proper page, and stood up with the rest of them. They sang,
"Onward Christian Soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of
Jesus going on before." There were four verses total to the hymn.
She knew them all by heart; her sung that hymn often at home.
Then after a couple bible verses and a benediction, they stood up and
solemnly filed out of the hall.
After church, Greta ran over to Lucy. "Hi, Lucy!"
"Hi, Greta!" Lucy responded. "Didn't you just love the Sermon today?"
"It was okay," said Greta uncommittally.
"I found it thrilling! The power, the strength, the moral
forcefulness the Minister's words!"
Greta was puzzled; to her it sounded like so much bombastic bluster, so
much hot air. She said, "I'm curious. You didn't used to like it.
You've changed these past months. What has it been? That personal
instruction?"
"Oh yes, indeed!" she replied excitedly. "I've learned to let Jesus
into my heart and soul. I've learned the Truth, the Power, the very
Ecstasy of the Word! If only you could experience it, how your Soul
would be transformed, too! It's quite beyond anything we ever
experienced before!"
Greta didn't say anything. It sounded simply too bizarre to her.
Monday, Greta was called to the Minister's office at school. It was a
parochial school, connected with the Church. The Minister was
Minister of the school as well. He welcomed her into his office.
"Hello, Greta. Have a seat." He sat down behind the desk. "You know
why I called you to the office?"
"No, not really," she mumbled.
"Well, you know all about God and Jesus, and Satan. What we've been
teaching you since you were this high." He lowered his hand almost to
the floor. "You've been taught the necessity of letting Jesus into
your heart, to take control of your life; the necessity of being Born
Again. You've been taught the horrors of hell, and the inevitability
of going there unless you do become Born Again." Greta remembered
those that they showed her years ago, the only ones she was
ever allowed to see. She always covered her eyes in horror.
He continued, "You have been surprisingly resistant to the message ---
one of the few people not to have become Born Again by your age. Now,
we can't make you, you have to do it of your own choice, your own free
will."
He went on talking, and Greta only half-listened, until he mentioned,
"Special Instruction." He said, "We would like you to take special
instruction, from me personally. I have arranged it with your
parents."
Greta was apprehensive; she wondered what such special instructions
would entail. They seem to have effectively converted Lucy.
After about an hour, the Minister dismissed her. She said goodbye,
and returned to her classroom.
That evening at dinner, her said, "The Minister has requested
to give you some personalized, private instruction. Accordingly, I
have arranged for you to meet with the Minister for an hour every
Tuesday evening, at 8:00. You start tomorrow night."
Greta said, "Okay." She didn't want to, but she didn't contradict her
father, not when he spoke in that tone. At least that evening she
could stay up later than usual.
She arrived with her at the church the following evening at
8:00 PM. She was wearing a new, special dress, one they had purchased
just this afternoon for the instruction. The dress was made of bright
red material, and extended all the way down to her ankles. The
sleeves extended to her wrists. A soft thin belt tied around her
waist. Her barely budding produced a visible curvature of her
chest.
The Minister met her and her at the door. He was wearing a
long, flowing, minister's gown. He talked with her for a
couple minutes, then her said goodbye and left.
The Minister said, "Will you come in, my dear?" The Minister lead her
deep inside the church, down in the basement, to a room she had never
before realized was there. The room was all --- carpet, curtains covering walls, lamp hanging from the ceiling.
In the center of the room was a soft dais, with silken sheets laid
out on top and pillows at one end. Near the other end of the dais
were two crimson throne-like chairs, angled partly toward each other,
both with soft cushions.
The Minister led her over to the thrones, and told her to sit in one.
He sat in the other. He told her about the power of the Word of God,
the mysterious ways in which it is manifested in one, how Jesus can
take over the body. His tone was very different from the tone he
ordinarily used with people, and also very different from his
fire-and-brimstone tone when preaching in church. He spoke in a deep,
soothing, hypnotic, bass tone that had Greta lulling away.
After the hour was up, they went back upstairs and Greta's took her home.
Greta returned to the Church for more private instruction with the
Minister again the next week. They talked, or rather the Minister
talked to Greta, for half an hour. Then, in his deep, somber tone, he
told her to go lie down on the Dais, in order to experience the full
Power of Jesus. She removed her shoes and lay down. He lit the
candles surrounding the Dais. As each candle lit into flame, it gave
off a peculiar, soporific oder. While Greta lay on her back and
watched, the Minister reached in his robes and pulled out a chain with
a shiny silver cube hanging at the end. Greta's gaze was drawn to the
cube; she couldn't pull her eyes away.
The Minister leaned over her and let the cube swing and sway just
above her eyes. Her eyes followed the cube as it swung from one side
to the other. She was vaguely aware of somber, religious music in the
distance. She heard the Minister above her chanting and praying in a
deep, hypnotic tone. She did not notice it when the Minister took
away the cube. She was not consciously aware of anything until she
heard the Minister say, "You may get up now."
She blinked her eyes, as if awaking from a long sleep, and momentarily
wondered where she was. She shook her head to clear her mind. What
had happened? She tried to remember, as she walked upstairs to the
exit, and as she waited for her to pick her up. She tried to
remember, but she couldn't remember anything more than vague
sensations and images after she lied down on that Dais.
The next week, the Minister had her lie down immediately on the Dais.
With the cube dangling in front of her eyes, she entered the trance.
She held her eyes wide open, and didn't blink once. She didn't shift
her gaze or blink when the cube was taken away. She was vaguely aware
of the Minister chanting religious chants, and slowly moving a Scepter
above her, bringing it ever so close to her body at times without
actually touching her. Totally unaware of the passage of time, she
started in surprise when the Minister said it was time to get up.
Again, try as she might, she could not remember anything except vague
impressions afterwards.
The next week, the same thing happened. She went into her trance so
quickly that the Minister only had to use the cube for a minute. She
stared straight up, not blinking once. She sensed with a vague
secondary awareness the Scepter hovering over her body. The Scepter
was thick, about three-fourths of an inch in diameter, and had a
rounded bulb on the end. She felt it touch her with but the slightest
touch, which nevertheless momentarily stood out in her consciousness.
It touched her shoulders, one than the other. It touched her breasts.
She didn't blink once when it came down and barely touched her
eyeball. It touched the palm of her hands. It touched her belly. It
touched her thighs, and then her knees. It touched and caressed and
tickled the soles of her feet.
The following week, the Minister had her take off her dress. "You
must be in the pure state of complete nudity," he said. "Don't be
embarrassed now. This is a Holy Thing that is going to happen to
you." Greta momentarily felt self-conscious, but she couldn't resist
the command of the Minister's hypnotic tone. She pulled up her dress
and lifted it over her head, and then removed her shoes and stockings,
one at at time. She unclipped her training bra that she had just
started wearing a couple weeks ago. Finally, she slid her down and removed them.
The Minister had her lay back on the Dais and spread her arms outward,
her upper arms perpendicular to her body, her forearms toward the head
of the Dais, the palms of her hands open upward. He had her spread
her legs just a little, her knees about a foot and a half apart and
pointing outward.
It took considerably longer for her to enter the trance. Apparently
she had some residual self-consciousness to overcome. The Minister
chanted and waved the metal Scepter over her. Greta could vaguely
pick out some of the words of the chant: "...Let this lady
experience the ecstasy..." "...Let Jesus find the Entrance to her
Soul..." The Scepter moved over her body, and occasionally touched
down. It touched the tip of her nose, her eyeballs, the tips of her
lips, the top of her Adam's Apple. Everywhere it touched, it produced
a cold, tingling sensation. It briefly touched the inner part of her
elbows, the palms of her hands, and her armpits. Her muscles twitched
at that, but otherwise she made no response. She was much too
relaxed. The Scepter briefly stroked her budding and touched
her nipples. It continued down to her belly, sliding over it a couple
times. He gradually slid it lower...
Then the Minister shifted the Scepter down to her feet. In her
remaining distant point of awareness, Greta was relieved. She was
afraid that he would actually touch that Forbidden Place between her
legs where her told her she must never touch herself, must
never ever let someone even see or touch, must never even think about.
The Scepter touched each of her toes, and softly caressed her soles.
Then it went upward along one leg, randomly touching and sliding. It
touched both her knees, just under the kneecap and on the inner side.
It slid up her inner thighs. Greta worried, it was approaching that
Forbidden Place. She shifted her thighs.
The Minister took the Scepter away, and woke Greta up out of her
trance. She quickly sat up, grabbed for her panties, and quickly slid
them on. The Minister watched in silence as she got dressed.
She could barely look at her as they drove her home. She
didn't say anything either. This time, she could remember enough of
what happened. She wavered between two terrors, that her would notice that something was up, and that her would not
notice anything. They didn't seem to notice anything.
The following evening at dinner, her said, "The Minister has a
good report on you. He says that you are making good progress in your
training." Greta felt herself blush in embarrassment, and didn't
reply. She couldn't believe that her father, who always used to tell
whenever she even thought of something naughty, could not see through
her even now.
The following week, the Minister had her undress again. More or less
the same ritual happened. With Greta in her semi-conscious trance,
the Minister touched her with the Scepter at various points on her
body. He seemed to focus on places that elicited some kind of
response: Under her arms, on her breasts, inside her thighs. He also
touched her a couple times with his hands. He squeezed her knees,
just under her kneecaps. It tickled horribly the way it always did,
but caught up as she was in her trance, she did little more than
twitch her legs.
Finally, the Scepter did invade that Forbidden Place. It slid lightly
up and down over the soft folds. The cold metal tickled; she inhaled
slightly and softly giggled. She instinctively arched her back and
spread her legs wider, and contracted her buttocks inward. The
Minister said, "Ah, this must be the place where we will find the
Entrance to her Soul." He then took the Scepter from that region, and
went up to tickle her breasts.
Greta came out of her trance and got dressed. She was flaming and
blushing inside, but she remained as polite as possible as she
informed the Minister that her told her never to let anyone
look at or touch her there. He answered, "But of course. It was to be
saved for Jesus. It was to be pure, and not to be corrupted by
mortals. This was to be the Entrance to your Soul." So it was okay,
Greta understood now with relief. It wasn't merely the Forbidden
Place, it was the Sacred Forbidden Place. She didn't bother to wonder
how a Entrance to her Soul could be the same place where she used the
bathroom, how it was to be pure at the same time that it could be so
dirty.
That session was almost continuously on her mind the rest of the week.
She occasionally awoke from strange nightmares that left her in panic
yet at the same time had some kind of pleasurable feelings. She never
told anyone, and her didn't seem to notice anything out of the
ordinary. That was funny, she thought. Always before, they caught on
immediately whenever she had some guilty secret that she was trying to
keep from them.
The next week, as she was undressing, the Minister told her, "You will
experience sensations quite beyond any you've felt before. You must
submit yourself openly and willingly to whatever frenzy that Jesus
demands, no matter what. You must give in to the Holy Spirit and let
it take possession of you."
She lay down on the Dais, and entered the trance. She didn't need the
Minister's silver cube any more; she did it automatically. As the
Minister chanted and prayed, he tickled her with the Scepter under her
arms, and then slid over to her breasts. It felt deliciously cold as
the Scepter lightly touched one then the other of her tiny nipples.
The Scepter slid around her making the form of a figure eight,
and then slowly worked its way down her belly. She shuddered in
nervous anticipation as the Scepter approached her Sacred Forbidden
Place. She shivered as it stroked the insides of her thighs, then
giggled briefly and moaned, as the cold metal reached the Forbidden
Place and slid up and down between her legs.
At first, the Scepter only touched her with the lightest contact, but
the pressure gradually increased. Greta moaned and sighed. The
Minister was saying, in barely concealed excitement, "It is coming!
Let the Holy Spirit come to you. Let Jesus through the Entrance to
your Soul." Yes, she could feel it coming! She arched her back,
opening herself as wide as possible to the ecstasy of the Holy Spirit.
She received a jolt of electricity as she felt the Minister's hand on
her, felt his fingers spreading apart her folds. The Scepter pushed
slowly into her, filling a crevice that Greta had never known before
to exist in her. My, she thought in her ecstasy, there must actually
be a passage there! That must really be the Entrance to her Soul!
Unfortunately the time was up for this week. The Minister withdrew
the Scepter, much to her disappointment. The Minister said, "My Dear,
we shall pick up where we left off next week. You shall yet
experience the full power of Jesus taking over your Soul." She got
dressed and went home.
Over dinner a couple nights later, Dad said, "The Minister reports
that you have been making excellent progress in your instruction. He
has requested that the weekly instruction period be extended to two
hours. I have agreed, of course. Your instruction will start at 7:30
and end at 9:30."
Greta didn't say anything; her obviously didn't have an
inkling what was actually happening during those sessions, and Greta
hoped that it would stay that way. She hoped she didn't give anything
away with her expression or manners. Even though she knew it was a
Holy Experience, she instinctively felt that her might think
it bad. She had amazing dreams in which she was overwhelmed by the
Holy Spirit.
When she arrived the next week, half an hour earlier, she undressed
and lay down on the Dais. She didn't bother to put herself in any
trance, and the Minister made no attempt to put her in one. She was
already halfway to ecstasy, in anticipation of what was to come. The
Minister paid token attention to the ritual of covering and sampling
her body with the Scepter, focusing mostly on her breasts, but he
quickly went to the heart of the matter. As the Scepter stroked her
up and down between her legs, she found herself continuously gasping
for breath. She let out a soft shriek as the Minister's hands spread
apart her folds and found a tiny knob that sent a jolt of electricity
through her. The Minister called that the "Doorbell to her Entrance."
He pushed the Scepter slowly into her. She felt it overcoming strong
resistance as it plowed its way inward. She imagined it might be
Satan, trying to block the Entrance to her Soul. She pressed
downward, working to overcome the resistance, wanting the Scepter in
as deep as possible. Occasionally, the Minister would "Ring the
Doorbell," sending another jolt of electricity through her.
She felt the Holy Spirit, coming! It was almost here! Then the
Minister did something unexpected. He slid the Scepter out of her.
In disappointment, she felt the Holy Spirit receding. However he kept
one hand massaging the Entrance and Ringing the Doorbell. He climbed
onto the Dais, between her legs and let his Minister's Robe fall open.
Another Scepter was dangling down from him. It was shorter but
somewhat thicker than the metal Scepter he had been using before. He
pressed it against her Entrance, and pushed it in. It felt warm and
tantalizingly alive. The Minister arranged himself over her,
supporting himself with his arms, and lowered himself on top of her.
His chest and shoulders were just over Greta's face. He was gasping
too, as exhausted and ecstatic as she was.
He moved his Scepter back and forth inside her. She felt the Holy
Spirit possessing her. Gasping and thrashing, she impulsively threw
her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his body, and tried
to pull him as close unto her as possible. He was gasping and
wheezing and moaning. His face was all twisted and contorted.
Apparently Jesus was meant to possess both of them together.
"Let the Holy Spirit come! Can you feel it?" agonized the Minister.
"Yes, yes! It's coming!" Greta gasped. Her body writhed and
undulated, in rhythm with his body.
"Let it come... however it chooses!"
"It's coming... It's coming... it's here!" Waves and spasms of
sensation poured over her. She let out a final gasp and scream, and
spontaneously kissed his shoulder. At the same time, he let out all
is breath in one final rasping sound, and collapsed on top of her.
Nothing... For a long while, nothing. Greta was unaware of anything,
incapable of any thought. Her first vague awareness was of the
Minister on top of her, her arms around his shoulders, her legs around
him. The minister woke up and pulled himself off her, and extracted
his Scepter from her. She was surprised to see how small, soft, and
limp it was now. Soggy wet, too. She was surprised to be conscious
and alive now; she had expected to be totally possessed by Jesus. But
then, she thought, this possession would have to be only a temporary
thing. Otherwise, it would be as if she were killed.
She noticed that she was awash both her own sweat and the Minister's
sweat. Oh, my, she thought. Her would notice the sweat and
smell first thing. But the Minister escorted her to a bathroom that
was just off the main room. He told her to take a nice long bath.
She thought about the experience while she luxuriated in the bath.
Jesus and God must really be as powerful as everyone said, if they
could cause such sensations to surge through her. She pondered over
it. Finally, she got up, dried herself off, wrapped the towel around
herself, and returned to the room.
The Minister had apparently washed and cleaned himself off, too. He
was back in the room, fully robed. He put his arm around her
shoulder, subtly slid the towel off her onto the floor, and escorted
her to one of the thrones. He sat down, and gestured that she sit on
his lap. She did so, her legs off to one side. He put one arm around
her waste, his other hand rested on her thigh. She leaned her head
against his chest.
They had about fifteen minutes left of tonight's session. He talked
to her about the power of Jesus in possession of the soul, and about
Free Will and such. Then it was time to leave. As she got up off his
lap, she turned and kissed him on the cheek. She found her clothes,
and dressed herself.
On the way home, she was certain that her Dad would notice something
different about her, but he didn't. Or if he did, he didn't let on.
They repeated the performance the next week, but this time without the
metal Scepter. The Minister also showed her pictures of ancient
saints having religious experiences --- naked bodies, arched backs,
sweating contorted faces. She continued to come week after week.
She woke up one morning a few weeks later with blood on the sheets and
coming between her legs. Her saw it, and gave her a light
playful spank, and told her, "You've got the Curse. You're a woman
now." Her brought her a bundle of Maxi-pads, and told her
about the monthly event. She didn't ask, but she wondered how or why
the Entrance to her Soul would do something like that. She made up
her mind to ask the Minister about it next time. However, she was too
caught up in the Holy Spirit, and forgot about it until she was on the
way home.
The following Saturday, she found herself in the public library. She
usually didn't go there, because everyone said they had bad books, but
she had to go this time. She was alone, and would be alone there for
the rest of the afternoon. She started looking up things, and one
thing lead to another. She didn't find anything resembling her
experiences under "Religion" or "Holy Spirit," but she did find
something under "Love." She followed that up, and discovered new
words like "sex," "orgasm," "clitoris," among many others. She found
no mention of the Holy Spirit, or of Jesus in this context, except
that one source described orgasm as resembling a religious experience.
She learned that what she did with the Minister was called, "Child
Abuse" --- "Child Sexual Abuse," in particular, and was considered a
no-no. Whatever. She didn't feel abused, but she realized that her
instincts were correct all along and that people wouldn't like it if
they were caught.
She also discovered the word, "Pregnancy." So now, she knew where
babies came from. The idea of getting pregnant scared her silly.
Carrying a big, bloated belly for nine months, and then the agonizing
torture of giving birth. But she also discovered "Birth Control" and
"Clinics." She decided that she probably wasn't pregnant, because she
had only just gotten the curse. At least, it was sufficiently
unlikely that she wouldn't worry about it any more. However, she would
take steps to prevent it in the future. She recalled, vaguely, that an
older had to leave school in shame last year. She had done
something very naughty.
Who was that girl, she wondered. What was her name? Ah yes, she
remembered now. Louise. She knew where she lived, too. It was not too
far from here, in fact. She checked her watch. No, she didn't have
enough time this afternoon, her were coming to pick her up
soon. However, Louise would probably be at church tomorrow morning.
She spent the rest of the afternoon mapping out her plan of action.
Sunday, after church, Greta left her and searched out Louise.
She found her with her parents. Louise was fifteen years now, and
was carrying a small baby in her arms. She pulled her away, saying
she wanted to talk in private. "It's important."
After they were well away, Louise asked angrily, "What do you want?"
Greta asked, "Your baby. Who's the father?"
"What business is it of yours? Why do you suddenly come here? To
gloat over my misfortune?" She started to walk away.
Greta called out, "It's the Minister, isn't it?"
Louise stopped and turned around. "How did you guess?"
Greta threw out the words, "Special Private Instructions."
Louise came back to her, "So you know about that, eh? Have you been
spying around? What do you want? Cash? Trying to blackmail me?"
Greta said, "You're not the only one he gave `Private Instructions'
to. There have been others. At least one of my friends." Greta
paused a moment, then admitted, "Myself too. I remember how you had
to leave school. You are not to blame. If anyone is, it's the
Minister. You shouldn't have taken all the blame."
"I thank you for your concern," said Louise. "But it's too late for
me. I urge you to get out of it before you suffer a similar fate."
"I may, I don't know yet. I really enjoy it, I don't want to give it
up. I'm going to make sure I don't get pregnant myself, though."
"Good luck with it," Louise said, "And good-bye."
"Good-bye." Greta left her. She was about to return to her family,
but then an idea came to her. She went back into the church, and
headed downstairs. Nobody was around, and she found the Room. There
was an office and two bathrooms off that Room. She search through the
office, and found a locked drawer.
She decided she didn't have enough time to try to search everything
thoroughly, so she returned to her family, and they drove home. That
afternoon, she told her she was going to visit Lucy. That was
the first lie she had ever told to her parents, and she realized how
much she had changed these past few months. She would never have
attempted it before, and would never have gotten away with it if she
did. She took some money from her money box; money she had saved from
allowances and various money making chores, and babysitting. She
quickly dashed off towards Lucy's house, but as soon as she rounded
the block she dashed off in a different direction. She ran for a
mile, until she reached a store at the local college.
She walked through the isles until she found the "family planning"
section. There, she picked up a medium package of condoms, containing
about twelve of them individually wrapped. She took it to a check-out
counter that had no line; it was Sunday, so there were not many
customers. She looked the saleslady in the eye as she put the package
on the counter. The saleslady looked like a local student.
She didn't say anything, but simply rang up the sale and put the
package in a bag. Greta paid and then ran off to Lucy's house. She
played there for half an hour. She was thinking of bringing up the
subject, but decided against it. However, Lucy did mention that she
did have her private instruction on Wednesday Night.
Tuesday evening, she brought the package to the church with her. Down
in the Room, she brought the package out of her purse, looked the
Minister straight in the eye, and said, "Before we do anything, you
must put on one of these."
The Minister looked at the package. "Where did you get these?" he
asked.
"I bought them. I wanted protection. You got someone pregnant last
year didn't you? Someone who had to leave school in disgrace?" The
Minister looked sheepish and embarrassed. Greta continued, "Also,
that song and dance about the power of Jesus, letting the Holy Spirit
take possession of me, all that was just a line to seduce me, right?"
The Minister said nothing. "Right?!?" she persisted. She still got
no answer, so she went on. "You probably told the same to a
dozen other like me --- to Louise, to my best friend Lucy.
Well, I suppose it's no worse than Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, as
a to manipulate us, to make us do what you want. Well, you're
not going to continue that with me. I see right through you
now.
"We are going to continue to have our good times together, every
Tuesday night, in full knowledge of what we're doing. You are going
to continue to ravish me on that table, but not say anything about
`the Holy Spirit' or `Jesus.' And you are going to use a condom."
She backed away, and quickly lifted her dress over her head. She
quickly pulled off her shoes and and panties. The Minister
watched in amazement. Then she opened up his robe, and pulled it off
him. He offered no resistance. His "Scepter" was getting hard. She
led him to the Dais and told him to sit down. She kneeled in front of
him and took hold of his scepter --- she still thought of it as that,
although she now knew the real name for it --- and squeezed it and
massaged it.
She ordered him to lay down on the Dais, then she climbed up and
kneeled between his legs. She felt an invigorating sense of power,
similar to but very different from the "Holy Spirit" taking possession
of her. She looked at the rod, and squeezed and massaged it some
more. Then, remembering something she had read that Saturday, lowered
her head and licked it. She pulled the top of it in her mouth, and
lightly ran her tongue over it and tickled it with her teeth.
Finally, when she saw that he was getting too excited, and she was too
excited herself, she let go, got up, opened the package, and returned
with a condom. She opened the wrapping and unrolled it down over the
scepter, watching closely.
Finally, she raised herself up and straddled herself over it and
lowered herself onto it. She had a little trouble finding the passage
in herself, but the Minister helped by spreading her folds apart and
lowering her onto the scepter. After it was inside, she let herself
slide down it, and then laid herself down so she rested on the
Minister's stomach, with her knees on the bed on either side. She
lifted her head and looked at him.
"You like it?" she asked.
They remained in more or less that position until it was time to go.
They talked about random things --- everything but religion. She
occasionally shifted her position to relieve occasional strained
muscles, and to stimulate herself and him. The minister wanted to
touch her, but she didn't let him.
Finally it was time to go. She lifted herself up and off his thing,
got dressed, and retrieved the condom package. As she left the Room,
she turned and blew him a kiss.
On the way home, she told Dad that the Minister wanted to see her
again tomorrow evening, this time at 7:00.
The next evening, her dropped her off at the church at 7:00.
She hid next to the entrance behind a tree and waited until a car came
and dropped off Lucy. The Minister let her in. Greta jumped forward
and grabbed the door before it latched closed. She waited a moment,
then opened it and entered, and silently followed them downstairs.
Again, she caught the door to the room before it latched. She slipped
a door-stop under the door, and let it almost close. She watched
through the narrow opening.
She watched as Lucy took off her clothes and lay down on the Dais.
She watched as the Minister mounted the end of the Dais, and played
with her crotch for a few minutes. She watched as he leaned forward,
and put his face up in her crotch. There didn't seem to be any
nonsense about "The Holy Spirit" or "Jesus" with Lucy. Lucy gasped,
giggled, and shrieked as she twisted her legs right and left and
clenched her thighs about the Minister's head.
After about ten minutes, the Minister extracted his head from Lucy's
legs and moved up and over Lucy.
As he was about to insert his scepter inside Lucy, Greta pulled open
the door and walked in. "Hi, Lucy," she called. She tossed a condom
over to the Minister and said, "Hey, you forgot to use this." She
turned about closed the door. Reopened it, poked her head in, and
winked. "I'll see you next Tuesday, Minister." She closed the door
and walked out, ignoring the shocked, frozen faces behind her.
She called home and got Dad to come pick her up.
The END
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