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"But Marcie, I do like you." When she spoke, her voice was mature women fucking young girls fierce whisper. "Then why don't you want to me? That's what I'm waiting for." He chuckled, but could see that she serious, and suddenly felt very sober. "Marcie, that's the whole problem there." She looked confused. "Why is that a problem?" Oliver looked down at the stained wooden planks under his feet, searching for an answer. It was so obvious. couldn't he find the words? "Jesus Marcie, I could a dead man. Your father would kill me if he knew I had my hands on you." She shifted the puppy to her other arm. It its head to her soft breast. "No one has to know." "But know, you see? I know now something that I didn't know when I devoted myself to God, something I wasn't supposed to know and ... now I don't know what?" Oliver sighed. Did he come here to make a confession or to apologize to her? "I don't know if I can continue the church after what I've learned, after what you've taught me about, well, about how much more there is in life. need to find out more." "More about what?" she said. He lowered his voice again. "More about sex. You've opened a whole new world for me." "I did, didn't I?" She grinned and bit her lower lip. you like to come up to my room? I'd like to you something my Grandma gave me, something that reminds me of God when I'm not sure." "Ok." She left the puppy in a box lined with old and they went upstairs to her room. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of boy bands cute young and she had a dresser with a big mirror and a chair, and her bed was covered with a purple blanket. From a wooden box on the dresser she a gold crucifix. "This is it. My Grandma gave it to me. When I'm not I hold this, then I know," she said. "It's nice." Oliver held it by the chain and let the cross spin. It sparkled in the For him, though, it no longer held the same comforting feelings. put the crucifix back in her hand. "Sometimes when I'm lonely I come up here to so no one can hear me," Marcie said. She fixed the chain around neck and dropped the crucifix under the front of her cut-off top. "Pastor Oliver?" "Yes?" "Will you kiss me?" "I can't, Marcie. You're too young. It's not right for It's too much of a risk for me. She sighed. arms hung at her sides. Her lips were puffy and slightly parted. Her eyes looked down at floor. "Ok. Goodbye then." "Goodbye," Oliver said. They stood facing each other. Her wide rose from the floor and looked into his. For just an instant she was no longer a teen but a grown woman, and since last time he saw her when she was on her knees in front him with both hands on his penis, he wanted her, couldn't stand not having her. He her wrist and dragged her to him. She yelped in surprise, then his mouth covered hers. Her lips opened and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she was moaning. Her arm was limp in his hand. He slipped his other hand around slender waist and pulled her against His hand moved down her back and squeezed her ass. Marcie rubbed herself on the hard lump in his slacks. She parted her so the hard ridge of his erection directly against her warm crotch. Oliver pulled his lips away. A thin string of saliva stretched the gap between their lips. She was panting and her mouth hung open. eyelids fluttered open and she looked into his eyes. "Oliver?" said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes?" "I have something else show you. Would you like to see it?" "What is it?" She reached around and pulled his hand off her ass. "What are you doing?" "Just this," Marcie slipped his hand the elastic waistband of her soccer shorts and her panties. He tried to resist, but she held his with both hands and pushed it down. He was holding his breath. They stared into each other's eyes. The tips his fingers brushed through the few wispy hairs on her mound. His fingers touched her moist pussy lips and pushed into her slit. "Oh ... Oh God," she said. Her eyes closed and her lower lip quivered. Oliver watched face. He had no idea what he was supposed to do his hand on a woman's private parts. But he was breathing himself and his heart was pounding in his chest like it was going to burst. pushed his middle finger inside her. She moaned and he felt a roaring in his ears. His penis throbbed and and was so hard he was sure it would rip through his good slacks. He rubbed his finger over her moist slit. Marcie He touched the spot. She flinched again and squealed and buried her face against his shoulder. He pressed the tip of his middle finger harder to that spot. Her entire bucked against his. She squeezed his and screamed into the folds of his jacket. He continued to rub that spot until her writhing and her muffled screams stopped. she finally lifted her face from his shoulder was smiling and her face glowed. "Wow. That really felt good," she said. "I'm pleased," said, and returned her smile. He hoped that she couldn't see through it, that couldn't see that he had no idea it was possible to get such a reaction from a woman just by touching her with one finger. Marcie sat on the edge of her bed. His hand came out of her and his fingers were wet with her juices. Her eyes looked down at his groin and grew wide. The tip of her tongue licked her lips. She reached up and rubbed his erection against his leg. "You're really hard," she said with a sigh. "Yes." "I suck your dick again. Can I do that?" Her hand his fly and reached into his slacks before he knew what she was doing. He grabbed her wrist, but his penis tingled where her fingers it, and his head spun. pulled her hand out. "Marcie ..." he started. "What? I want you to fuck me, right here on my bed," she said, patting the purple blanket. "Marcie, didn't come here to fu- To seduce you. I came here to apologize." "You can apologize later, after you me," she said, and giggled. Oliver swallowed. She was right. was too late to make apologies. He shook his head. What was happening? He couldn't think straight. It was as the throbbing, painfully device in his slacks was making decisions for him. Marcie leaned back on her arms. Her soccer shorts were stretched over the gentle mound between her legs, and her hard nipples poked through the thin top. He closed his eyes. "We can't do this in room. Your father will hear," he said. "Where can we go?" "I don't know," Oliver said. He squeezed his eyes shut afraid that if he looked at her once more, he could not prevent himself from ravishing her right can take me for a ride in your car," Marcie said. His eyes opened. course. They could go back to his apartment. If his sister was out, they might have enough to ... Dear God, he couldn't believe he was even thinking something like that. "Ok. Let's go for a ride. What are we gonna tell your father?" She shrugged hopped off the bed. "I don't know. I'll of something," she said. She did. She told her father that Oliver was taking her to the church. he said was to be back in time for dinner and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. the erection in his pants with his hands, Oliver managed to a smile, but in his stomach he felt sick. The front of her pink halter top was marked with a narrow stain perspiration that ran down between her breasts. Her hard nipples stuck through the fabric. She smiled. Sure, Dean told her she was supposed to wear a bra, but she hated them. Besides, liked the feel of the fabric rubbing her nipples and the way they stuck and how her boobs jiggled without the tight bra. All the guys stopped to look at her, even older men like Dad's friend Mr. pushed off on her in-line zipping down the sidewalk. Her sweatshirt bounced against her butt and the backs of her legs. Maybe she could get him to love her. She noticed lately how the front of his pants swelled when was around her. He wasn't fat, but his waist was a bit round and stuck out over his belt. How would it feel hold him between her legs? She a corner, brushing her arm on a big bush, and passed a couple a dog. They were about as old as her parents. The man's eyes dropped to her chest and his eyebrows arched. Marcie was smiling when she went past. Ahead on the was the church. She was a long way from home. She slowed and let her skates glide over the cracks the sidewalk. Did she mean to come that far? Was she hoping for a chance to see Dean again, maybe to convince he was wrong about her? At the parking lot entrance she skated toward the church. In the parking lot was a collection of cars. None was Dean's black convertible. She skated twice the entire lot to sure. But one car in particular she did notice, Pastor Oliver's young red Honda. She stopped beside it and peeked then looked back at the church. She skated to the side doors, but they were locked. She knocked and No one came to let her in. It was just well; they probably wouldn't let her in with skates on. She skated around the building to the back of the gym. Those doors were locked, too. From basement windows beneath the gym she saw some lights. She crouched on her hands knees and peeked in the low window. Pastor was there, in the boxing ring with another guy, a younger skinny guy with a padded on his head. Marcie swallowed hard. Pastor Oliver's chest was bare and he was covered with sweat. She had no idea had such a lean, hard body. She felt a faint twitch her legs. The door to the basement was down a set of cement stairs on the other side of the building. She went down carefully, take each step sideways, one at a She turned the knob slowly and it opened. She slipped in and let it shut. In the ring, Pastor Oliver was giving the younger guy instructions, he just nodded back. They moved with their shoulders hunched and their gloved hands like it was an odd dance, then they threw punches at each other. Marcie gasped. Her were wide. She sat on a bench to watch. Certainly, they were just practicing, but the violence of the shocked her. Oliver stopped to show the skinny guy how to stand or how to hold his hands. When they got back to hitting each other, though, her stomach jumped and her tingled. It was only a few minutes longer before they finished, but Marcie felt warm over. They stepped out of the ring through the The skinny guy removed his padded mask before he disappeared through the doorway at the other end of the basement, she didn't see his face. Oliver was pulling at the ties on his gloves with teeth when he saw her. "Hi Marcie. I didn't notice you. How long have you been he said and walked toward her. Suddenly Marcie couldn't breathe. Something about Oliver was different. He was irresistible, even sexy. "Only a few minutes," she said with a deep breath. She reached for his glove. Oliver a second and held out his arm. Marcie untied the slowly. Her fingers were shaking. "What brings you to the church on such a beautiful day Marcie?" he said. She shrugged. Her eyes were turned down, concentrating on the laces. "Just I guess. I thought I might find someone here to talk to." She tugged the glove from his hand and held it against belly. Oliver quickly removed the other glove, picked up towel and wiped his face. "I'd be happy to talk. Anything particular you want to talk about?" He put on a t-shirt. Instantly, it was soaked with sweat. "Nothing in particular." "All Why don't you sit down and we'll talk. Do you want to take your skates off?" he said, pointing her feet. Marcie sat on the bench and kicked her out. Her skates clicked together like she was making wish to go home. Oliver sat beside her. "I think I'm in trouble, Pastor Oliver," she said, staring at skates. "What kind of trouble?" She raised the bottom of her shirt and rubbed her hand the gentle bulge. Her rounded belly stuck out just a bit and stretched the waistband of her shorts. "I think I might be pregnant." "Pregnant? Dear God Marcie, you're just a teen. How old are you now?" "Eighteen." He touched her shoulder and she looked into his eyes. "Have you seen a doctor?" he said. "No." She let go of the shirt and it hid her belly again. "How it happen?" She looked away from his eyes. "I just had sex with a ... boy." "Marcie, you're too young be doing grown up things like that." "I know. It's just, you know, it felt good." "Just because something you feel good doesn't it right," he said. "Why not?" Oliver looked thoughtful a moment. "Sometimes ... Sometimes the makes wrong things feel good to us so we'll do them against God's he said. "Oh. But it felt really, really good, you know what I mean?" Oliver shook his head. "No Marcie. Members of the church are not to have sex." Marcie blinked. "Not at all?" "No." "So you've never done it?" "Never. But I don't feel the pressure to sex and I'm proud of myself," he said. Marcie stared at him with her lips That was the last thing she expected. She actually knew more about sex than How was that possible? "I liked one of the boys I did it with. I thought I might marry him one day," Marcie said. "One the boys? How many boys did you do this with?" Marcie shrugged. "Just couple. Why? Is that bad?" Oliver put his hand on hers. His warm fingers touched bare thigh and she felt a burning jolt through her body. "You poor dear. Who are these men who you?" he said. Marcie shook her head. "I don't wanna say who it is." Oliver did not speak. They were for a long time, in the silent basement. She tried not to move in case might remove his hand from hers. "What was he like?" Oliver said. Marcie looked up to his eyes again. "The I really liked was tall gorgeous and he was a great kisser. The one who got me pregnant he was like really huge." Oliver looked confused and shook his head. "Huge? What do you mean?" Marcie blushed. "You know. His thing. It was really huge." "His thing? Oh, you mean his ... Oh." "Yeah, and it felt really when he put it inside me, you know? I mean like really, really good. He was kinda rough, kinda forceful? It made me feel so stretched, made me feel so stuffed." Marcie licked her lips. Her butt in small circles on the bench, to scratch the tingling between her legs. In her mind, she saw him behind her with his dick hanging between his legs, aimed at that tingly her, Oliver shifted on the bench. He cleared throat. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was a she had no doubt of that. But if he never had sex, could he get turned on, too? His hands over his lap, but before they could cover his shorts, she saw he had a nice lump growing there. "When he put it inside you?" Oliver nodded, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He made me get on my hands and knees and pulled my shorts then he got me and it hurt at first when he put it in you know because he was so big, then when it was inside me for a while just felt so good." Her hands moved back and forth on her bare thighs. Even with her eyes closed she could Oliver watching. "Was he older than you?" he said. "Yes, much older," she about the other boy?" "He's better looking and not much older than me and he's a great kisser his thing fits better in my mouth it's not as long, of course." "He put his penis in your mouth?" Oliver said in sharp voice. Marcie's eyes opened. "Yeah. And when he spilled his seed I swallowed it. He wouldn't let me spit it out. It's ok though. I don't mind the taste. His is kinda sweet." "Marcie, don't believe God meant for young girls to put men's private parts in their mouths." She into his eyes, from one to the other. "But what if I want it in my mouth? What if I like it like that?" Oliver touched her cheek. "The church not believe such behavior is normal anyone, especially a teen such as you," he said. "But ... But, how can say that when you don't even know what it's like?" "Marcie, I don't have to be experienced in sex to know when it's and when it's wrong," he said with a smile. Marcie looked down at her skates again. "I've sucked on boy's things and I got myself pregnant but I don't much about real sex either," she said. Oliver sighed. "I'm afraid I don't know what I can do help with that." "You could show me." "Show you what?" "You a thing, don't you?" "Well yes, but ..." "If you don't want to I can show you," Marcie said. She leaned close to and pecked his mouth with her lips. "I can show you what sex is like. I know you'll like it." Oliver leaned back. Marcie her hand on the lump in his shorts and her eyes grew wide. Oliver pushed against her shoulders. "We can't this. The church would say it's wrong," he said. "But Dean said it was all right when he wanted to fuck me." "Dean You had sex with Dean Nowicki? Pastor Nowicki's son?" Marcie at the floor again. Her face felt warm. "No. He wouldn't do with me when he found out I did it once with another guy. I did suck his a few times though, and he said I was blessed now, just like the virgin Mary, except I'm not really a virgin." Her hand moved back and forth on the thick lump in his shorts. He pulled her stop this, stop this," he said. She stared at his lap. The long ridge stuck out against his leg. "You're really big, too, just like Sam-" "Sam? Who's Sam?" Oliver said. "He's the one who got me pregnant.
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