This story is dedicated to anyone who's ever felt caught between religion and sex. Enjoy.
'Listen to this next bit.' Danny Woodward's finger hovered over the page dramatically, as he read. ' "From the roof he saw a woman bathing. The woman was very beautiful, and David sent someone to find out about her." ' There was a knowing smile on Danny's lips, as he scanned the congregation. 'That's all it took. He's out taking the air one morning, thinking over how well everything's going, and BAM! In an instant he's gone - plotting an act of adultery with a married woman, enlisting his servants to help him.'
Danny stepped out from behind the lectern that served as his pulpit and strolled down towards his audience, the Bible lying open in his left hand. 'This is the man who was chosen to be King over God's people.' Even away from the microphone his insistent voice carried easily to the back of the hall. 'Who led them to victory over their enemies. Whose wisdom and compassion as a leader had been proven time and again. And like that...' - a snap of his fingers - 'he's lost the plot.' Danny was warming to his subject now and his listeners were wrapt. 'That's how easy it is for us, any of us, to fall prey to what they used to call 'the lusts of the flesh': jealousy, greed, and above all - sexual sin.' He faked a sheepish grin. 'Trust me, I know. I'm a guy.'
The youth group members in the front rows all burst into laughter at Danny's cheekily honest flourish. Pastor Simmons would raise an eyebrow, he knew, but what the hell? The teens looked up to Danny; why shouldn't they know that he, the church's Youth Pastor, was aware of his own temptations? Being wise to the pitfalls of sexual desire made you all the more able to navigate round them. It made you a better role model. Especially if, like Danny, you stood at six feet, with dark hair and a face that would pass in a shaving products commercial; enough people in his lifetime had said as much for him to know it was true and there was no virtue in false modesty, was there? Had it not been for his commitment to God, he could have done very well for himself where sex was concerned. Yes, these young people knew he was celibate from choice.
'Who knows why King David let himself be lured?' he continued, sweeping his rhetorical question over the assembled masses. 'Maybe he'd stopped praying as regularly as he should. Maybe he'd become too confident in his own supposed godliness. Because all it took was one glance at an attractive woman when she was splashing in her outdoor Jacuzzi and he was history.'
Danny's own eyes settled on a young woman seated mid-way down the hall, a woman he had noticed at the church several times before. She had a gypsyish look to her, with her wavy, dark hair and black eyes, her tassled, maroon dress and her arms laden with pottery bangles. He had no idea who she was, but she reminded him of a girl he had met at a student disco back in his agnostic early youth, before his initial encounter with Christianity. His mind flashed back to that encounter - the urgent flight to the gents' toilets, how busily that girl had guzzled him in and sucked him off, as he stood pressed against the inside of a cubicle door. He could remember her hot little furnace of a mouth working on him to that day...
The memory emerged instantaneously as he locked eyes with the gypsy rose and she alone, perhaps, noticed the slight falter, as he grabbed for his drifting train of thought. 'And that's why,' he said with emphasis, diverting his gaze elsewhere, 'we've always got to be on our guard.'
Pastor Simmons, it turned out, was pleased with the sermon. He seemed willing to overlook Danny's occasionally flippant sense of humour; the young people, as he said when the morning service broke up, needed as much encouragement as they could get in their battle against rising adolescent hormones, especially in today's sexualised society. It was good to know that they had a young man like Danny to support them in their struggles. Danny in turn found himself able to overlook the senior preacher's pomposity and accept his vote of confidence. Yes, he thought to himself as he stacked the final few folding chairs against the side of the hall, he was there for the youngsters, helping keep them focused on the demands of their faith. He was making a difference at Alton Bridge Community Church.
'Pastor?' He turned and was a touch startled to see the girl in the maroon dress just feet away from him, shifting her weight hesitantly from one foot to the other, a look of earnest enquiry on her face. Close up he could appreciate just how attractive she was, the milk-white of her bare arms and graceful neck contrasting with her dark eyes and tumbling, black hair. She had a petite, slender figure and the low neckline of her dress hinted at a neat, gently curving little bust, nicely in proportion to the rest of her. 'Can I have a word?'
'Certainly. And it's Danny, please.' He proffered his hand and she shook it warmly. Her hand felt cool and smooth in his.
'Rhianna,' she responded, returning his smile. 'I enjoyed your talk.' She had a polished Home Counties accent, somewhat at odds with her free-spirited appearance.
'Thanks - well I didn't put anyone to sleep, so I always take that as a good sign.' She laughed, so that the sunshine falling through the hall windows glinted in her eyes and he felt a sudden sense of privilege at being given the opportunity to counsel this girl. 'I've seen you here a few times before. Have you attended any other church?'
'No, no, I was never brought up to go to church, my parents weren't really religious at all,' she told him. 'But - em...' She seemed to be feeling about for the words. 'I suppose you could say I've been searching for something these last few years - you know, I've read up on Eastern religion, I've tried meditation... But the few times I've been here - well - there just seems to be a real sense of community and - and togetherness. You know what I mean? Well obviously you do. And it just struck me that maybe here was a place I could get some answers. Maybe Christianity's what I've been looking for all this time.'
Danny's heart sped up a little. A searching soul, and a pretty one at that, just strolling into the church - and it was falling to him to lead her to salvation. Thanks God. 'Yeah, well, I know totally what you're saying,' he responded eagerly. 'I'm not from a church background either. I was at university before I really gave any thought to Jesus Christ. Look...' He thought it best, nonetheless, to be circumspect. 'We've got a young adults' group that I lead every Tuesday evening - perhaps if you came along next week, you'd have a chance to ask some more questions...'
'Well...' she said reluctantly, 'I'm not sure if I want to take on a whole crowd just yet. I sort of feel your experience is something I could relate to... Could I maybe just talk things over with you?'
Danny was flattered in spite of himself. 'Yes, of course. I'm supposed to be meeting some people for lunch, but...'
'No please, you keep your lunch appointment, I insist. Look, I live nearby. Maybe you could call in some time this week and we can chat a bit? I mean I'm sure you've a busy schedule, I don't want to impose...'
'Oh no no no no no! That's not a problem. No, it's really important you get to discuss what you've been thinking about. What days are good for you? I can do tomorrow...'
Before he had given it a further thought, she had scribbled down her address on the back of a business card (she made and sold her own jewellery, it turned out, in the style of the bangles she was wearing) and they were booked for the following evening. He stood in her perfumed wake, as she sailed gracefully from the hall, considering how completely he had just broken one of his own rules. Never enter a stranger's house alone when doing evangelistic work: that was what he told the youth group members when they were going door-to-door, distributing invitations to church events. Always go with an opposite-sex partner; that way you stay safe and avoid any compromising situations.
He smiled. Sometimes you just had to wing these things; strike that iron while it was hot and trust you had enough Christian maturity to cope. He would risk being late for the monthly leaders' Bible study with Pastor Simmons and the church elders, something that had slipped his mind during his conversation with Rhianna, but it was in the name of leading a searching soul to Christ, so they could hardly complain. Especially if she became a leading light in the church, and how could such a vivacious and intelligent young woman not do?
Late that evening in his flat he spent some additional time in prayer and Bible reading, preparing for his counselling session the following evening. He checked through his notes on 'Listening for God's Guidance' in preparation for Tuesday evening's discussion at the Young Adults' Group. Then unaccountably he found himself jerking off to 'Stormy Monday Meets the Jizz Brothers', lifted from the stash of pornographic DVDs he kept stored at the back of his underwear drawer. The movie chronicled what befell the voluptuous Miss Monday and her girlfriends, when they encountered the eponymous Jizz Brothers, a duo of strapping, sexually enthusiastic black gentlemen. It was a small moral compromise on Danny's part that he had stopped throwing away such titles, bought over the Internet in his occasional porn binges; eight years' failure to beat this temptation had proved to him that he would only buy replacements, so why not work on resisting the dirty movies he owned, rather than the ones still for sale? At least this way he wasn't spending any more money.
He stopped the DVD at a point where its heroine lay sticky, exhausted and looking terribly pleased with herself, between her two well-endowed suitors. Danny too was in a sticky condition, but his feelings, as he reached about for some tissues with which to mop up, were familiar ones of guilt. So he retired to his bedroom and made his usual chagrined apology to God. He asked for forgiveness that he had succumbed to thoughts of lust once again. He asked for forgiveness that he had looked on young Stormy as a masturbatory fantasy, not as a lost sheep needing returned to the fold. He would have asked forgiveness that he had let Rhianna, from the morning service, enter his mind when he was mid-wank, but that would have meant admitting to himself it had actually happened. At any rate, his sleep that night was not as easy as it might have been.
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Danny sat down for a moment's prayer the following evening, to put himself in the right frame of mind for his discussion with Rhianna. He flung on his leather jacket and checked in the mirror, teasing a few clumps of gelled hair into place before heading out. No reason why you shouldn't look your best doing God's work. The girl's flat was in the town's rather dingy student area; however able she was at crafting jewellery, it didn't seem that her business had taken flight just yet. Danny pressed the second storey button and was almost immediately buzzed in.
'Up here!' Rhianna called down the gloomy stairwell. He moved upstairs towards her voice. 'Double back and it's the first door on the left! You're very punctual - sort of caught me unawares!' On arriving at her door he understood what she meant. She was wrapped in a red silk kimono and, judging from the way it was sticking to her body, had just dashed from the shower.
'Sorry - you want me to call back?' Danny asked distractedly.
'No, don't be silly,' she said lightly, ushering him inside. 'Come on into the kitchen. I just need to fetch a towel for my hair. Hailey'll get you something to drink - she's my flatmate. Here, let me take your jacket.' The humble student dwelling had been prettified throughout with art prints and the occasional film poster. A copy of Henry Miller's 'Tropic of Capricorn' lay on an armchair in the living-room. Here was a smart cookie, thought Danny, as he walked through to the kitchen. Literate, artistic - a soul worth saving. Not that all souls weren't equally worth saving, he added to himself hastily.
'Hiiii!!!' Rhianna's young roommate almost sang, as he entered the little kitchen. 'You're Rhianna's preacher guy!' So this was Hailey - American by the sound of it, a vision of sunshine in a revealing, white T-shirt and a tiny pair of pink, cotton shorts. She virtually swooped on him in welcome, her sizeable breasts swaying in braless freedom under her sleeveless top. 'Sit down, let me get you some lemonade. Rhianna'll be back in a moment. So what do I call you - Reverend?'
'No, no - it's Danny, please.'
She passed him a full glass and sat next to him, biting her bottom lip, her great Bambi eyes drinking him in with fascination. 'So you run your own church and everything!' Her dark brown hair was tied back, displaying her pretty, round face, with gently upturned nose and full mouth.
'Well not yet,' he laughed, disarmed and feeling unaccountably lucky. 'I just finished training last year - I've been a sort of junior pastor there for the past nine months.'
'And very good he is too.' Rhianna had arrived from her bedroom and she joined them at the kitchen table, still towelling her damp hair. She had deemed it unnecessary, he noted, to change from her kimono. There were still a few beads of water on her upper chest. 'Got me thinking about a lot of things,' she said, slinging the towel over the back of her chair. 'You should come there with me next week, Hailey.' She put a hand on Danny's knee and he tremored imperceptibly. 'Do you mind if Hailey sits in on our chat?'
'Not at all.' Danny was a little knocked back; he had been gearing himself for an intense one-to-one counselling session with Rhianna, culminating in prayer and an emotional commitment on her part to her new-found faith. Now he had to reassess how the situation should be played. 'You from a church background, Hailey?'
'Oh yeah,' she said jauntily. 'I was a real good girl. Went to Bible Class every week. My first ever crush was on the Bible Class teacher.' She giggled and eyed Danny like a child gawping at a candy bar. 'I bet you get that a lot.'
'Ehhh yeh, I'm a real matinee idol,' he said, laughing away the flirtation and managing, he felt, to mask his unease.
'Hailey's my little sweetheart, aren't you darling?' said Rhianna, giving her friend's arm an affectionate squeeze. 'I was touring the States last year and I met her when I was in Boston...'
'And I'd finished school and didn't know what I wanted to do next,' Hailey followed on, rolling her eyes despairingly at her own lack of direction, 'so Rhianna said I could hang out with her in England for a while, until I'd made up my mind. She lets me help out with her business and everything. Isn't she a sweetie? And she takes me all sorts of places round London and oh, the stuff we do together...'
Rhianna broke in, clearly recognising that her flatmate's childish eccentricity, while charming, was not to the point. 'Now Hailey, I've hi-jacked Danny here to talk about God. Let's not waste his time.'
'Oops, sorry, I just get chatting sometimes... No, you guys talk away. Here, let me get you some more lemonade.' She reached over to the shelf for the jug she had made up, causing her shorts to ride far up her healthily rounded ass cheeks; Danny had not meant to be looking, but caught an unmistakable flash of plump, pink pussy lips beneath Hailey's shorts, before he quickly averted his gaze. He averted it to the front of Rhianna's satin robe, which had fallen open just enough to expose the gentle, porcelain contours of her cleavage. His penis began to respond inappropriately to the various feminine attractions on display and he missed what Rhianna was saying.
'Sorry, what was that?' He fumbled with the glass Hailey had just refilled, almost knocking it over.
'I was just saying how impressed I was about some of what you said yesterday morning. You make Christianity very relevant to - well - modern life.' Suddenly, despite the fleshly distractions, he was running with what he knew best. They were talking about Christ's teaching on social justice, on the role of the church in removing Third World Debt, on how Christian faith could make you a better environmentalist. Hailey was looking back and forth between them, chin resting delicately on her clasped hands, as if she were in the presence of two great intellects. The only time she broke her concentration was when she went to fix her hair and dropped her elastic scrunchy under the table. She went rummaging after it, insisting that they leave it to her. Then she returned to her former position, looking on with a strangely enigmatic smile, as the other two wrestled with the things of the spirit. The conversation was running beautifully, Danny thought, until Rhianna frowned.
'There's just one problem I run into with your type of Christianity,' she said. 'You've got great ideas, Danny, and a lot of what you say makes sense, it's just - well don't you find it all a bit prescriptive?'
Danny stared at her in mild confusion. This did not sound like someone all set to jump on board the Jesus train. 'How do you mean?'
'Well, it's like - you've got to be this type of person to be saved. You've got to live your life just so. You tithe so much money, you takes Sundays off, there's no room for people to find their own way. I mean, take sex for example.'
Oh God, must we? thought Danny, a whole selection of pre-programmed alarm bells sounding in his head.
'Yes,' said Rhianna forcefully, now the one warming to a theme. 'You've got be straight, not gay. You've got to be married, not single. You're expected to carry around all these impulses and longings and human drives and not act on them until you're in some safe, sanitized marital relationship that drains half the fun out of it anyway.'
'Now hold on, marriage doesn't have to be like that!' protested Danny, reaching desperately for his stock responses. 'And there are good reasons for the Christian teaching on sex.'
'Okay, okay, maybe I'm expressing it a little strongly, but I mean look at you for example. You're what, early thirties, and when you became a Christian you were - what -?'
'Twenty-one,' said Danny, fearing where this was going. 'But...'
'You're young, you're healthy, you're a good-looking guy... Danny, you're standing at the front of that church talking about God and holiness, while all your best fucking-years are passing you by!'
Danny would have choked on his lemonade if he had not already finished it. 'Rhianna...Look...Look, this isn't what I came here to talk about...' In all his years of streetwise evangelistic work he had never been flustered like this.
'And it's not as if there's no sex in the Bible.' Rhianna had worked up quite a head of steam by now. 'It's full of sex... Sodomy and incest, who lay with whom, Solomon and his fifty wives or whatever... I mean even Jesus took Mary Magdalene on his travels with him...'
'Wait, that wasn't a sexual relationship!' said Danny hotly.
'Oh read between the lines, Danny!' exclaimed Rhianna in exasperation. 'Anyway, he spent all his time going around preaching peace and healing people and then he got crucified for his trouble. I'm surprised you begrudge the guy a bit of action...'
'Rhianna, there's no call for that!' Danny tried to mask his outrage with a polite smile, but there was no masking how rattled he was by the turn of the conversation.
'Look... Look I'm sorry if I've shocked you, Danny.' Rhianna did not sound remotely sorry. 'I just thought it needed to be said.'
'I love sex,' Hailey chimed in happily.
Danny tried to ignore the American girl's somewhat random contribution and addressed himself solely to Rhianna. 'It's okay, I'm not shocked,' he lied. He was casting about mentally for a reason to leave. 'I mean it's a fascinating discussion, maybe for another time, but look... I've got a meeting with the Senior Pastor and I'm going to be late as it is...' That was true, at least. He was already getting up from his seat, trying to make something approaching a casual exit, and consciously aware for the first time of involuntary activity in his trousers. He hoped that no tumescent bulge would be apparent to his hosts. 'It's been nice talking, but...' He twisted away from the table to make for the door, but without warning something pulled tight around his ankles and he pitched face first on to the kitchen floor, hands flying out in front of him for protection. He hit the cold surface with a slap.
'Got him!' he heard Hailey cry out with delight, as if she had just landed a fish. His feet were tied and he could feel her tugging hard on whatever was binding him, like she had him on the end of a line. Her earlier activity under the table flashed briefly through his mind. He had not had time to react to his dramatically altered circumstances, before both girls flung themselves gleefully on top of him and wrestled his arms above his head. He could feel Hailey astride his back, pinning him down, while Rhianna knotted his hands with what appeared to be a length of nylon rope.
'What the fuck are you doing?' he finally found the presence of mind to cry out.
'Now, now, Danny,' Rhianna teased, testing the knot, 'you're not allowed to use that sort of language. God won't like it! Okay Hailey, ready for the heavy lifting?' He started to struggle against his bonds, but was helpless as the two girls rolled him over on to his back and put all their strength into dragging his hefty masculine form out of the kitchen
'Girls, this is nuts! What do you think you're doing?' He winced as they bumped him through the hallway and into one of the flat's bedrooms. 'Okay, this isn't funny... Let me go!'
'Right, on to the bed, after three,' Rhianna instructed her friend. 'One, two, three...' Straining together they succeeded in lifting Danny from the carpet and heaving him on to the great iron-framed double bed. They both sat their full weight on his struggling form and Rhianna grabbed a set of pink fur-lined handcuffs from her bedside table. As she efficiently snagged him to the curling, wrought-iron bed-head, he began to realise just how carefully his capture had been planned. The thought threw him into panic. The girls set about undoing the improvised nylon lasso that had snared his feet, then they spread his legs and began reattaching them individually to the corners of the bed. He struggled in retaliation, attempting to thrash out his with his lower limbs, but his captors seemed too practiced in their task to be much inconvenienced. Having secured his legs, they undid his arms one at a time from the top of the frame and used further sections of rope to re-fasten him in a full star position on the surface of the bed.
'There,' said Rhianna, surveying their work with satisfaction. 'Pastor Danny's going nowhere!'
Hailey nestled up beside him on the mattress and began to ruffle his hair, beaming at him affectionately. 'He's a cutie,' she said, smiling up at Rhianna. 'I like him the best so far.'
'Girls, look - why are you doing this? Please, please - let me go.' Danny's voice was noticeably constricted and he could feel the rapid thump of his own heart. He was clearly in the presence of two deranged psychotics; the only remaining question was what they were capable of inflicting. God, help me here - Help me, get me out of this...
'Now Danny, it's okay,' Rhianna reassured him, seating herself at the end of the bed and resting a hand on his leg. 'I promise, we're not going to hurt you, are we Hailey?'
'Of course not,' the American girl cooed blissfully, as she ran a finger over Danny's cheek. 'We like you. We'd never do anything like that.'
'We're going to make you feel good. And we're going to use you to make ourselves feel good.' Rhianna fixed him with a gaze so indecent it make his scalp prickle. 'And you don't get any say in the matter.' His head was propped up on a deep pillow and he had a clear view as she undid the girdle of her kimono and parted it. The silky garment slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her on the bed, leaving her naked. Her petite form was smooth and white like alabaster and her breasts were perfectly curved handfuls, with hard-pointed little rose nipples. In that moment he even forgot to keep praying. 'Come on,' Rhianna said to Hailey, wetting her lips. 'Let's see what Pastor Danny's got for us.'
She swung herself fully on the bed, so that she could stalk him on all fours like a hungry young lioness. And to think he had strolled wide-eyed into her den...
Next to Danny's face Hailey stripped off her top, tossing it cheerfully aside. The move revealed a tanned upper body and full, heavy breasts, with large, brown nipples. Her skin tone was a marked contrast with that of the pale, smooth limbs currently clambering their way on to his spread-eagled form. Hailey smiled at him happily and snuggled close again, so that her soft tits pressed against his chest.
Rhianna paused halfway up Danny's body and began to massage the great, hard swelling in his jeans. It baffled him that he could sustain an erection under such emotionally strenuous circumstances. 'Mmmm - nice and firm,' Rhianna said ravenously, as she set about unfastening his belt. 'The Methodist guy was scared like you and it wilted him... We had a tough job keeping him stiff, didn't we, Hails?' She eyed Danny over his bulging crotch, as her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his fly. 'So after that we took to providing a little chemical help. There was a Viagra tablet dissolved into your lemonade. Hailey got busy with her little pestle and mortar and... Oooh yes, that'll do nicely.' She had slid Danny's Calvin Klein shorts down round his lower thighs, bringing into the open his helpless, thick erection. Now she lightly stroked its length from balls to quivering tip, as Danny watched in an unholy mixture of fear and excitement. 'The great thing about the Viagra is, your experience isn't compromised and we get to use you as a human fucking dildo all night, right Hailey?'
'Yeah, a big fucking human dildo,' Hailey beamed naughtily, like she was thinking of her favourite type of pie.
'Hailey, could you pass over the needful?' Rhianna's partner in the ongoing bizarre crime moved round to the bedside cabinet and began to rummage inside. 'Now it was at this point that the Methodist preacher got really upset,' said Rhianna conversationally, as she was handed a large pair of sewing scissors by Hailey, 'and there was no need to.' She laughed at the memory. He started shouting - what was it? - "Please, please don't cut me..." and stuff like that, it was ridiculous.' Danny's eyes widened in a further surge of alarm; he would have expected his cock to shrivel under such conditions, but it remained resolutely erect. He stared, his pulse further quickening, as Rhianna pulled his T-shirt taut and began to slice upwards through the fabric. Halfway she chucked the scissors off to the floor and, gripping the shirt, tore it fully apart with her bare hands, laying bare his broad, pectorally impressive chest. 'Nice - preacher-boy takes care of himself,' she smiled, and with Hailey ran her hands all over his hard stomach and muscled torso. 'Now if you'd only been wearing a buttoned shirt, there'd have been no need for that!'
Danny let his head drop back and stared weakly at the ceiling, as the girls attached themselves to a nipple each and began to tease and suck. It's not my fault, he started to repeat inside his head like a mantra, as if it would block out the forbidden deliciousness to which his whole body was succumbing. It's not my fault it's not my fault it's not my... The two hot, insistent mouths worked at his nipples, tonguing them fully erect, then Rhianna's mouth clamped to him hard like a sucking limpet, causing his head to jerk upwards, as he yelled aloud in ecstatic pain. 'Oh God!!!'
She released him and his head fell back panting on to the pillow. Then she leaned across his chest, guided Hailey's gently working mouth away from his other nipple with a single finger under the girl's chin and laid a soft, searching tongue-kiss on her mouth. 'I had a boyfriend when I was at Art College,' she told him, a significant edge to her voice. 'Lovely guy - funny, bright, thoughtful - but a bloody Evangelical Christian, just like you. Wouldn't have sex with me, point blank. He'd be letting the church down. He'd be letting Jesus down. Eventually he dumped me, because we weren't - spiritually compatible, that was his phrase. You're so like him, Danny. You need to think less about God and more about your dick.' She broke away from her roommate and slid down Danny's body, dragging her own pointy, little nipples over his hard stomach. Then she took firm hold of his helplessly lust-thickened shaft and started to wank it slowly, staring at him unflinchingly over its bulbous head. 'Come on down, Hailey. If I'm right, Dan here hasn't had his cock sucked in ten years.'
'Poor baby!' the young American gasped, with what sounded like genuine, appalled concern. 'We've really got to help him!' She slithered the soft pillows of her breasts down Danny's torso, so she could help out her friend as the base of his handsome erection. Rhianna was already lapping at his balls, while tugging upwards on his fat shaft and Hailey accompanied her, making him groan at the sensation of a pair of warm female tongues curling wetly around his bollocks.
What Rhianna had said was true. A full decade had passed since he had last had his hardened dick in the juicy recesses of some girl's mouth. He had turned down so many chances - come-ons in bars, at the gym, from within the congregation itself, for crying out loud! Would he ever forget Helen, the over-developed teen who had offered herself to him after the young people's prayer group one evening, saying that God had told her she was what Danny needed? All that self-denial, all those nights searching the pages of the Bible for inner resistance. All that tortured effort to do the right thing.
But here and now, knotted to the bed, Bible far out of reach, he was finally going to be reminded what it was like. And he wanted the reminder, God help him he did. He could feel pre-cum oozing from the eye of his cock and making its way in a slow trickle down the shaft. The girls' slippery tongues began to lick their way upwards, sliming his hard column with spittle as they progressed. He could hear Hailey making happy little noises, as if she were wrapping her taste buds round a favourite flavour of ice-cream. His body began to arch spontaneously at the rush of sensation, as the girls traced their liquid path over the surface of his fiercely rigid organ, but despite himself and his God he wanted more. He wanted...he wanted...
Ohhh - sweet fuck there it was... Rhianna arrived first and gobbled his swollen head into her greedy little mouth. She sucked on him hard, wrapping his pulsing cock-head in the warm, wet blanket of her tongue as she did. But then Hailey was there as well, just as eager to have him in her mouth, orally wrestling Rhianna out of her way and deliciously capturing him for herself. For several achingly gorgeous minutes they slavered their overlapping tongues about the head of his cock, repeatedly re-engulfing him in their mouths' sucking, drooling warmth.
Rhianna then left Hailey to guzzle solo on his extended rod and insinuated her way up to where she could whisper in his ear. 'It's fucking fabulous, isn't it, Danny?' The saliva dribbling down her chin matched the wicked relish in her voice. Hailey continued to apply loving, wet suction on his dick. 'I know you don't want to enjoy it, I know you're trying to fight it, but even if you do, you'll be jerking off thinking about it for weeks, won't you? You'll remember it next time you're preaching and your cock'll get hard in the pulpit!' She reached down and stroked the hair on the back of Hailey's busy head. 'The next time you're up there, you just remember this...'
She shoved purposefully on Hailey's head, driving the girl down on to the cock she was sucking, so that its engorged thickness filled her to the throat. Danny grunted his astonishment at the sight of the girl's lips stretched wide around the very base of his standing prick, at the sensation of being swallowed up by her wet, convulsing oesophagus. Hailey was glugging bug-eyed on his meat, as her friend held her down, then Rhianna released her and the pretty youngster came up for air with a sucking squelch as the great, phallic length slid from her throat. Saliva streamed from her surprised mouth down Danny's shaft, before she could even take a gulp of air.
'Like that, Danny? Want some more?' Rhianna's face spread into a pantomime-evil grin. She plunged Hailey's face down on his spit-greased pole a second time, then she held the girl firmly in position, nose pressed into his stomach. He gasped in an extreme of arousal, his body writhing against his bonds in exquisite, guilty pleasure. 'Welcome to sex in the twenty-first century,' Rhianna said in fierce delight. She gripped Hailey's hair and began to pump the girl's head up and down, producing a juicy 'gluk gluk gluk' sound in the back of her friend's throat, as Danny's cock involuntarily fucked it.
The young pastor flung his head back on the pillow, strangled utterances of desire escaping him each time Hailey's vocal tract enveloped his swollen dick. 'Oh God, oh please...'
Rhianna wrenched her flatmate's head off Danny once more, allowing a throatful of drool to river its way down the underside of his shaft on to his bollocks once more. Hailey was temporarily breathless, but seemed not remotely put out by her deep-throat ordeal. She smiled cheekily at Danny even as she panted and flicked an eager tongue back and forth under his glans, sending tremors through his cock. Rhianna crawled around so she could take the spit-lubricated shaft in her fist and start to pump it. 'Come on, Danny, you're not far off. Give yourself up to it.' She was practised at this, he knew; she could read in the clench of his jaw and the insistent movement of his pelvis how much he wanted to come. The rapidity of her pumping increased and with her other hand she began to knead his tightened balls expertly. 'That's it - let's see you get that load off. I'm going to watch you shoot it all over Hailey's pretty face.'
The thought was too fucking beautiful for Danny to bear; his balls contracted urgently and his whole body went into wild spasms, as if some switch had been thrown to channel a huge power-surge through the bed. Hailey pulled back slightly from his cock, an expectant look on her girlish features, and he had a clear view as his juddering member fired successive jets of cum into the air from her chin to her forehead, splattering dramatically the length of her face as they fell. She shut her eyes and beamed as if receiving a blessing of warm summer rain, allowing the semen to roll down her nose and upper lip, to pool on her waiting tongue. Then she swallowed it down and guzzled the final oozing drops from the head of his prick, as his body subsided into a guilt-ridden satisfaction. The final thing he saw before his head slumped into the pillow was Rhianna lapping Hailey's face clean of his spunk with her hungry jungle cat's tongue.
Danny lay there, head in a post-orgasmic spin, cock lying slack but still inflated on his stomach. He was joined some moments later by the girls, who nestled their naked warmth into either side of his prone body, Hailey having divested herself, it appeared, of her shorts. The younger girl's soft tits were plumped against his ribcage, her gently smiling face still wet from Rhianna's licking. The devious brains of the kidnap operation, meanwhile, was playing idly with his chest hair, one smooth thigh resting on top of his. He stared at the ceiling, wondering, as his breath returned, whether or not he had heard his mobile phone ring from his jacket pocket; yes, the sound had definitely registered somewhere beneath his sexual delirium. So how exactly would he explain his lateness to Pastor Simmons and the rest of the Bible study group? That was assuming he was released at all that evening, that his captors didn't keep indefinite hold of their chemically pumped sex slave
'Why are you doing this?' he asked weakly. 'All because some guy dumped you while you were at college?'
'He dumped me,' Rhianna said mildly, as she brushed her fingernails lightly over Danny's chest, 'because some clergyman like you was filling his head with guilt-ridden bullshit. Now - sometimes I do it because the preacher in question is so unbearably pious, I just want to fuck some of the sanctimony out of him. Like that Baptist guy we did last month, remember him, Hails? The one who tried to pray aloud for our souls while we were riding him?'
Hailey giggled. 'He was so silly. But he had a nice cock.'
'How his wife puts up with him I'll never know,' Rhianna mused. 'He probably says grace before he shags her. "For the cunt I am about to receive..."' She seemed to remember Danny's original question. 'But you're another sort, Danny. I mean, I've heard you speak a few times at the church and, well, most of it I can't fault you with. Third World debt and saving the environment and - what? - treating all God's creatures with respect... You're fundamentally sincere and well-meaning; a bit full of yourself at times, but essentially a nice guy.'
'Yeah, we like you,' chimed in Hailey, snuggling her boobs even closer to his chest. Rhianna leaned over and flicked her tongue over his right nipple. Their actions combined in an instant chemical reaction and Danny's prick swelled to its original hardness. Hailey began to grind herself gently and moistly on his left hip, as Rhianna continued her explanation.