An erotic, moral guidance from pastor

The Lochlan family visits Renard Parish to meet their famous pastor. According to the townsfolk, this pastor can make miracles in people’s lives and change their entire being. Jamison Lochlan, a single father of three sisters, consults the pastor and asks him to give a moral and spiritual advice to his daughters. When the daughters get their sermon from the pastor, their lives are changed when they get a taste of his erotic, life-changing secrets.

        For people in Renard Parish, Sunday was the day when they all take a break from their busy lives and go to church. To say that people from this parish were simply religious is an understatement. They were almost obsessed with their religion, clutching to their bibles and relic like they cared for food. They gave a good percent of their earnings to the support of their church and their local pastor. To them, their pastor was like Jesus himself, a messiah that could cure people from their despair and give new hope to them. Such was the reputation of Pastor Miguel.

        His past wasn’t a certain story. Miguel wasn’t a native of Renard, and he only came to the parish when he was 18 years old. Some old women say that Miguel was an orphan and was only adopted by a good, old maid from the town. She gave him butter and bread and a small bed to sit in, and in return he read the bible to her every night.

        Miguel was considered holy when he managed to turn the old maid into a happy woman. She used to be very lonely and grumpy to everyone in the whole town. But when Miguel came to her life, she would make free pumpkin pies and give them to everyone for free. And she would also say that young Miguel had changed her life. When the old maid died, she gave all of her possessions and share of land to Miguel. Miguel used them properly and spent it well. He was in kind business with everyone, since he had a charming personality and incredible charisma. Soon he became a merchant and he owned more than half of Renard parish. When his wealth couldn’t expand anymore, he decided to take the profession of pastor and own the entire Renard parish.

        But this was just one version of the story, mind you. And it was the cleanest, so far. Although everyone in Renard loved Miguel and called him a messiah or a life changer, some people spread stories behind him. According to this folk, Miguel actually became the old maid’s lover when he came to this parish. Miguel was incredible in bed, and he fucked the old woman like she has never been fucked before. Miguel used his exceptional sex skills to lure traders and merchants to go on a business venture with him. This was why he became popular and powerful in Renard – it was his huge cock and extremely rare sex skills that gave him the leverage.

        Pastor’s story has been around for more than 20 years now, hence the so many changes and alterations to the bones of it. He came to Renard when he was a supple boy of 18, but now he was approaching his forties. The pastor now has a very fatherly figure, with several lines on his face, a receding hairline, and a few gray strands of hair every now and then. His smooth olive skin is now starting to crumple, but his eyes remained a beautiful hazel color. Pastor Miguel cannot really be considered the “hot” type. His body was just plain and average, since he couldn’t bother to work out. His high cheek bones badly need more flesh. But when Pastor Miguel smiled and spoke in his beatific voice, everyone couldn’t help but listen and be under his influence. The people cried and sobbed during his sermons, and claimed that Pastor Miguel has more than once changed their lives. Whores confessed this, and womanizing husbands also did.

        So when news about this incredible pastor reached the ears of Jamison Lochlan, he quickly arranged a trip to the small Renard Parish. Jamison was a stern and bitter man in his 40’s, having lost his wife while giving birth to his youngest daughter. He wanted to protect his daughters, but since he worked faraway and traveled most of the time, he hadn’t been able to keep an eye of his lovely daughters.

        The eldest among them was Cindy, who was 21 years old. Like all her sisters, she had chocolate brown hair and blue eyes. Cindy had a rare beauty, one that always made men glance her way when she passes the street. But as she was beautiful, she was also strange. Cindy loved to collect old antiques and she wore her hair in complicated braids that made her look like a witch, and the worst. But her collections of antiques also include vibrators and bizarre sex toys that folk couldn’t imagine. Her body was so thin and fragile, almost anorexic. Her cheekbones were high and made her face look stony. Her father has accused her of using drugs, hence her very slim figure and weird attitudes. When she came to Renard parish, Cindy wore a black veil and a red flowing dress.

        Her other two sisters were Shania and Tyria. Shania was eighteen years old, and Tyria was sixteen. They were not weird and awkward like Cindy. The two sisters were more like regular teenagers. They drank alcohol, they smoked, and they loved the company of men. As a matter of fact, they seemed to love it too much. Shania and Tyria would come to night clubs almost every night, and it was a gossip that they do not wear any underwear at all. Tyria’s tits would tense beneath her thin shirts, making her more attractive and striking than the regular pole dancers at the club. Shania was quite an exhibitionist. Shania didn’t wear underwear, and she loved to wear skirts. Needless to say she always kept her legs apart and would frequently bend forward. Men claimed that Shania’s young ass was round and completely tender, and they would pay anything just to fuck her from behind.

        Of course, Tyria and Shania came for free. They were notorious sisters, sluts, but not whore because they don’t ask for payment. All you have to do is to glance their way, go to their table, and buy them drinks. The girls know this ritual. And you can fuck them all you want throughout the night. Tyria and Shania often came with Cindy when their oldest sister wasn’t busy fucking herself at home. Cindy supplied them with sex toys, aphrodisiacs, sensual creams to avoid being sore, and of course, birth control. Cindy was also a rare meat in bed. Men said that sex with her was fantastic, unforgettable, and it almost drove them mad.

        So one summer, when the girls were off from their schooling, Jamison Lochlan rented an apartment in Renard Parish where he could arrange a meeting with his daughters and pastor Miguel. Given the condition of the girls and their promiscuity, Jamison’s only hope was the miracle that Pastor Miguel could bring. Jamison hoped that Miguel’s sermons could convince the girls to live a “cleaner” life and just stay at home and wait until a proper man can tie them to marriage.

        So one Sunday, the Lochlan girls and their father sat in the front row of Renard’s small church. Everyone from the town was there, and because everybody knew everyone, the Lochlan family got the attention and the murmurs of everyone. They paid special attention to the strange and mysterious Cindy Lochlan, who wore a black veil and a red dress. The men couldn’t get their stares off Shania and Tyria who wore white dresses that exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage and piece of butt cheeks. When they say faint outlines of the girls’ tits and butt crack from their tiny dresses, the men muttered prayers to sedate their guilt and the bulging erection inside their pants.

        When everyone was already present in the church’s main hall, Pastor Miguel came from the side doors of the church. He walked to a pedestal where he could be seen by hundreds of eyes. Jamison Lochlan was truly impressed at the sight of him. He looked old, fatherly, and extremely influential among the people. Cindy Lochlan stared at Pastor Miguel through her black veil, and attraction and desire burned in her eyes. She liked the lines that crossed the pastor’s face, and she liked the hazel color of his eyes. Shania and Tyria Lochlan giggled silently, thinking about the barren sex life this old and religious guy probably had.

        “Good morning everyone,” the pastor said. His voice was gentle but it hard a firm tone in it. “Today we celebrate yet another Sunday, filled with the grace of our Lord, and the triumph of our parish,” he looked around the room, scanning the familiar face of men and women, girls and boys. Then his eyes stopped at the first row of the crowd where the Lochlan family sat. He didn’t stare too long at them, but something inside him burned and ached when he saw the lovely Shania and Tyria. Their cleavage was drawn clearly inside their chest, and it was inviting to the sight. Inside his chest was a gentle flame that sprung when he saw Cindy intently staring at him.

        “Today we are grateful for sharing a glorious time with all the generous people in our beloved parish…” his sermon went on with all its usual stories and lectures. That day, he talked about the usual things: gratefulness, faith, gratitude, and desire. It was rare that the pastor talked about this very carnal thing, but he chose his words very well.

        “Why do you think did the Lord Almighty create desire? Was it just to ease the union of man and woman?” he paused for a second, and scanned every eye in the room. Then he glanced at the direction of Shania and Tyria, who were intently listening to him, curious about his next words. And then there was Cindy, who looked at him with her almost gaped open at the incredible words she had been hearing from him.

        “There are good desires, and there are bad desires,” the pastor mused with a gentle smile on his lips. “The good desires were created by the lord so we could marvel at the glory of his creation. We have good desires so that we would have the urge to feel and taste what he has created for us.” Passionate eyes filled the room, as they thought of the holy things the pastor was talking about. They thought about their husbands, wives, and the glory of the natural phenomenon between them such as matrimonial sex.

        But Cindy and her sisters thought of something else. Cindy thought about natural aphrodisiacs and herbs that enhanced sexual skills. She also thought about various herbal drugs and natural dildos. Shania and Tyria thought about hot men and their cocks, simply.

        “And what are bad desires?” the pastor continued on. “The bad desires are those that we keep on suppressing, because we know that these things are bad. This includes fighting with your neighbor or stealing money in the bank.” He looked around the room again, letting the heavy silence fall among the crowd. “But if you mix good desires with bad desire, you are calling forth yourself the fury of the Lord!” his voice thundered. “For who are you to resist the good desires that he created? Who are you to fight the urge to celebrate god’s creations and glory for us?”

        Cindy’s eyes were now almost welling up with tears, because of the inspirational words that he was hearing from the pastor. Shania and Tyria were simply dumb-struck. They thought of the pastor as a terribly good speaker and performer.

        “Hallelujah everyone!” the pastor thundered at the top of his lungs, and the chorus of the crowd followed. Cindy could only whisper “Hallelujah” at the back of her throat, because she was already overwhelmed by the pastor’s messages. The entire folk from Renard parish hugged each other and shook hands to mark the end of their worship service. By the exit door, there was a box for donations, and when the last of the crowd passed through it, the box was full of paper currency and coins.

        Jamison Lochlan approached Pastor Miguel before he went out of the church. His daughters stayed at the pews. Cindy was wiping off some tears from her eyes, while Shania and Tyria were discussing about taverns and bars that they have passed through by the road.

        “Pastor Miguel!” Jamison called to him. The pastor quickly turned and greeted him with a smile, as if he had been expecting Jamison to come to him all along. “My name is Jamison and I’m a visitor to your parish. I have with me my three lovely daughters, Cindy, Shania and Tyria.” He motioned for them to come.

        The three girls got up from their seats and walked towards the pastor and their father. Cindy walked with a smooth, fluid grace, while Shania and Tyria walked with swaying hips and bouncing boobs. They smiled savagely at the pastor, trying to seduce him subtly.

        Pastor Miguel kept his eyes in level with the girl’s faces. Of course, he couldn’t flirt back while in the presence of the girls’ father.

        “Hello pastor,” Cindy said. She also lifted up her veil to reveal her stony, pale face. She painted her lips a very dark red, which stood up from her face. She looked like a Dracula mistress. “I haven’t heard such enlightening message in a long time now,” her blue eyes glittered at him.

        The pastor returned an earnest smile. “It is my gratitude to satisfy your soul’s appetite,” he said. He gazed lovingly at Cindy, and Cindy gazed back at him with the same intensity. There was a tension between them that nobody but Cindy and Pastor Miguel could feel.

        Jamison said, “Yes, pastor. We have heard that you can do miracles in people’s lives,” he said sheepishly, trying to stay courteous.

        Pastor Miguel turned to him, smiling generously. “People make their own miracles in their own lives,” he said, flattered. “I am merely their guide to making things right,” he glanced at Cindy again, whose eyes sparkled as she hard wise words from him again. Shania and Tyria kept themselves silent, and they stifled an upcoming yawn from their mouths.

        Jamison chose his words carefully. “My girls are in a particular stage of their lives that is rather, confusing,” he said, then looked at each of his daughters. He sighed. “I am not an expert when it comes to talking with my children, since I am always far away and could only support them financially.” There was trouble, regret, and a pinch of sadness in his voice. Anyway, Jamison kept his chin up to avoid the embarrassment of being a failed parent. “So I suppose, in our short stay here in Renard, you could perhaps be my children’s moral guide?”

        Pastor’s Miguel’s eyes brightened. “Of course, Jamison. It would be my pleasure to escort these girls to their enlightenment,” he smiled at them one by one. “Cindy, Shania, and Tyria,” he repeated. “You can treat me as your second father while you are here in Renard. I will teach you a lot of things, and I may invite you to my house as we read the bible and pray together.” He smiled at them.

        Tyria and Shania knew the smile of a man who is hiding lust deep inside him. Pastor Miguel is such. Although he has practiced the art of keeping an earnest face to show to his audience, he was still a man that couldn’t resist the sight of their bouncy asses and deep cleavages. Pastor Miguel was not numb to the desires of the flesh – that was for sure. Shania and Tyria only wondered how intense his desires could go. Cindy, on the other hand, could only stare at him with admiration and awe.

        The pastor turned to Jamison. “Now that you are here in Renard, such a small parish, you should develop trust among the people and also among yourselves. Tonight, you can let the girls go on their own, Jamison. They seem trustworthy to me, and explorations are better done only with the guidance of the lord and the holy temperament that he has bestowed upon us.”

        This deal was fair both to Jamison and the girls, since Jamison himself was going to be busy at night. He had clients to contact, papers to finish, and many accounts to settle. For most of the days in Renard, he might be leaving the girls on their own. After all, it was the girls’ summer vacation, not his.

        So for their first night in Renard, Shania, Tyria, and Cindy were free to spend the night alone. Cindy came with Shania and Tyria, since she was eager to eavesdrop some facts about Pastor Miguel and maybe talk to some townsfolk about him. She brought with her a gel of mint contraceptives, upon Shania’s request. Of course, Shania and Tyria were thinking about getting laid tonight, wherever that might be. Cindy tied her hair into intricate braids and spun them into a neat bun. She wore a black long-sleeved dress that bared a large portion of her smooth back. Still wearing the same dark red lipstick, Cindy looked like a sexy but neat witch.

The two slutty sisters wore tube tops that exposed their cleavages and bared their backs except for some ribbons of strings. Shania wore a flowing free skirt, while Tyria wore a pair of rugged and torn shorts, which exposed a portion of her butt as she walked. Both Shania and Tyria let their long hair flow loose that night. They also carried with them some knitted shawl, in case the night may get filled with chilly breeze.

The three sisters walked all over the town, looking for cheap taverns to sit in. But Renard parish was just small, and the religious people didn’t take the establishment of brothels and taverns so seriously. So there was just one tavern all throughout Renard, and it was called “Smoke’s”. It wasn’t filled with music, but only the chatters and murmurs of the people filled the place. The volume even turned lower when the three sisters entered the establishment. Every eye glanced at their way, trying to decide which was more worthy to stare at: was it Shania’s silky long legs? Tyria’s half-exposed butt? Or Cindy’s strange black gown?

When Shania grinned at the entire room, partly to mock them, the buzzes resumed and most of the folk left them alone. The trio easily came about with a seat at the far end of the tavern. A servant girl who didn’t care about half the world took their orders, and the girls made a sigh of relief that for once, someone in this small but strange town ignored their mystery and strong presence.

But only after about five minutes of being left alone, two boys bravely joined their table. The girls looked up to see that they were just about their age. The boys were not nearly handsome, plus they already reeked of beer. They were half-drunk, and it’s a sure fact that they had been drinking since early afternoon. One boy grinned wide at Shania, obviously he was smitten by her pretty face and generous chest. Shania smiled back. One average guy was better than none, after all.

“Hey ladies, my name is Josh and this is Dylan,” Josh took a seat beside Shania, and both of them shared introductory grins.

“My name is Shania, and these are my sisters, Tyria and Cindy.” She motioned at each of them. “You have a really nice town, and a good tavern, which is homey and warm-looking.”

Cindy rolled her eyes at what Shania had said when she described the tavern. It was rusty, old, and even dirty to some extent. The walls and floors were all unpolished wood, the lighting was poor, and it was crowded with sweaty people with uninteresting conversations. “And you also have an enlightening Pastor, on top of all these,” Cindy added.

Dylan laughed, a little too loudly. “Ah yeah, we saw you today at the church. No wonder why Pastor Miguel made quite a show.” Dylan gulped some beer. “Usually, he talks about being grateful and loving to family members. Our old pastor ain’t got no family, you know.”

Cindy’s eyes sparkled at the piece of information.

“Well, let’s talk about ourselves,” Shania said as she nonchalantly pulled Josh’s hand and rubbed it along her thigh. She spread her legs a bit and winked at Josh when he looked at her. Shania’s eyes said, “Go on.” Josh took the cue and let his palms run through her soft skin.

He servant girl came in with their drinks. Dylan and Josh ordered another round of beers.

“We’re here for a summer vacation,” Young Tyria said. “And our father is asking Pastor Miguel to be our moral guidance.”

“That is cool,” Josh said as he stroked the inside of Shania’s thigh. He touched her with firm intensity and long strokes. His fingers moved through the length of her thigh, and then it stopped between Shania’s legs. Josh felt something warm, and moist, with a few stubbles of hair. His fingers froze for a second. He looked at Shania who only returned his glance with a smile.

Hot chick doesn’t even have panties, Josh thought inside his head. A corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. Then, some savage hunger and curiosity kicked at the back of his mind, causing the tips of his fingers go up and down the folds of Shania’s moist pussy. He petted her soft, smooth cunt.

Shania didn’t act as if someone was just playing with her vagina, underneath the table. In fact she smoothly conversed with Dylan about her studies and favorite music. His served as a challenge to Josh, and he wanted to make Shania the least distracted by his fingers.

He moved the tips of his fingers up and down the slit of her cunt, and then he inserted the tips of two of his fingers inside her. He kept looking at Shania’s face, which was still smooth and calm as she talked to her sisters. Josh wriggled two of his fingers inside her cunt, but Shania’s only reflex was spreading her legs even wider. Josh was starting to feel his erection, wondering what it would be like to be inside this warm, smooth pussy. So he wriggled his fingers inside her even wilder, then pressed his palm against her clitoris.

This caught a reaction from Shania. When she felt her clitoris rub against his palm, her hips raised a little from the stool and one of her hands gripped Josh’s arm. There was a satisfied, devilish smile that played along Josh’s lips. He crushed his palm even harder on Shania’s wet clitoris.

She gripped his arm with more strength. The blur in Shania’s eyes signaled Josh that she was in fact enjoying what he was doing to her cunt. For a minute, Shania kept silent and didn’t talk, as she was enjoying what Josh was doing to her. She made a little gasp to vent out the extreme sensation, then said, “Guys, can you excuse me for a moment? I could use the bathroom.”

Shania smile sweetly at her crowd and stood up. Josh quickly retrieved his hand from between her legs. His fingers were very wet and full of the juices from Shania’s sweet pussy.

“Can anyone tell me where the bathroom is?”

“I’ll show you,” Josh said, just before Dylan could’ve volunteered. Of course, he earned this moment to have sex with Shania. He was the one who aroused her, anyway.

“Let’s go,” Shania said, but then she turned to Cindy who looked at her with stony eyes. Her older sister was silently mocking her. Poor choice, Cindy’s eyes said to her younger sister.

“Cindy, can I have some of your tissues?” she asked casually. Of course, Shania wasn’t asking for tissues.

Nevertheless, Cindy reached for her purse and pulled out a small pouch, which had a tissue label imprinted on it. She handed it to Shania across the table.

“Thanks sis,” Shania smiled at her sister and turned away. Cindy only nodded at her sister, her face void of any emotion. She sipped her drink. When she glanced at Tyria, her sister looked like a puppy that was deprived of a toy. She could tell that Tyria also liked Josh, and had wanted to share the boy with her sister.

Meanwhile, Shania and Josh walked to the back of the tavern. It was poorly-lit and almost pitch dark. The breeze was cool. There was a small door that led to a cramped cubicle. The walls were yellow and stained with some puke. Generally, it was dirty and there was a mild stink.

Shania had fucked in dirtier places, so she was already used to this. Josh closed the door behind them then he looked at Shania. The girl smiled confidently at him while Josh gave a nervous smirk. He inhaled a deep breath, which might have been awful because of the stink of the room.

“Hey, so, here we are,” He smiled at her, trying to ease off his nervousness. His eyes went down to Shania’s body, massaged the sight of her tits tense against the soft fabric of her shirt. But his eyes lingered between her legs.

Shania giggled. “Wanna see?” she didn’t wait for Josh to answer. She just pulled her skirt up and showed to him her lovely pussy. It was pink, lovely and neatly folded. A small clitoris swelled at the top of the folds.

“Oh my gosh,” Josh said, as he pulled closer to Shania. He reached between her legs again to touch her cunt. This time, Shania was free to moan and sigh, and it drove Josh wild. As he finger fucked her while they were standing up, his eyes focused on Shania’s cleavage. One of his hands went to her chest and squeezed.

Shania pulled up her shirt so that Josh can see her boobs very well. “Ahh, Uhmm,” Josh gasped at the sight of them. They were round, perky, and they looked very firm.

She giggled. Shania felt so flattered at the way Josh was treating her. It was almost like he has never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful. She even cupped her breasts together so that her tits were pointed towards Josh. And when he saw them like this, he fingered her even more wildly and he muttered curses under his breath.

Letting go of her breasts, Shania reached for something behind her back. She had tucked the pouch Cindy gave to her on the garters of her skirt.

“Let me see your cock, Josh,” she whispered. Quickly, josh unzipped his pants and unbuttoned it to reveal his erect piece of flesh. He pointed it towards Shania’s pussy.

“Oooh,” Shania said as she saw it. “You’ve got a nice length down there huh.” She was satisfied. Josh’s cock was longer than about half of the guys she has fucked. Also, it was fat and it looked very aggressive.

Shania ripped open the pouch and, instead of tissues, it revealed a sticky substance inside. She took a slob in one of her hands.

“What’s that hun?” Josh asked, looking down at the pouch. It smelled of mint.

“Some lubricant Cindy made. It is supposed to make you last longer,” she winked at Josh. “It is also a contraceptive.”

The guy made a sigh of relief. “Whew, I didn’t bring a condom today. Thanks to that. But you know Shania, I do last long.” Josh defended his manhood.

Shania put a lot of the lube on Josh’s dick, massaging it gently. Then she also put a slob in her vagina. “Well, let’s see how long you could hold your load,” she teased him, then she faced the wall and bent to him.

Josh saw Shania’s round buttocks, and they were sweet and firm without the hint of extra fat. He ran one hand through and said, “Jesus you’re sweet,” and eagerly he slid his cock inside her vagina. Shania’s cunt was already wet from Josh’s fingering, and was made extra wet by her lube. Josh pounded her heavily and hard, causing Shania to reach for support against the wall. She’s almost hit her head on the wall. Josh pounded her like a stallion.

“Oh yeah, baby, yeah yeah!” Josh fucked her hard, and he fucked her deep. Because of the lubricant, he felt like he could last longer inside her, as if there was some invisible force barring his semen from coming out of his shaft.

“Damn Shania, you’re, oh oh oh!” Josh’s eyes closed shut as he felt Shania’s walls gripping his cock very hard. Her cunt wriggled around his cock, as if it was a hand that masturbated his shaft.

Now he knew why Shania needed men who could last long. She was so skilled in muscle control, and maybe without the lube Josh would be squirting his load now.

Just like him, Shania was enjoying this small bathroom fuck. She gasped with every deep thrust that he made, and she enjoyed how his hands squeezed her breasts to keep them from bouncing on and off.

“Ah, Ah! Yes, yes!” Shania called out to Josh as she released her orgasm. Her vagina walls squeezed Josh’s cock so hard, and her legs and buttocks tensed. Every thrust that Josh made caused her orgasm to become more intense. It was like she was getting slapped with pleasure every time he attacked her hole.

But soon, Josh himself reached an orgasm. “Arrrghh!” he screamed and made one deep thrust as he spilled all of his hot semen inside Shania. His cock throbbed while thick semen went oozing down Shania’s cunt. And when he pulled off, he saw some of his semen squirt out from her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Josh couldn’t almost believe this experience. His eyes were wide, as he could still feel his orgasm even when his cock was already tucked inside his pants. It was so wild and hot to the core. Both of them were filled with sweat, and Shania’s entire face was rosy and pink from the heat.

“Let’s clean up,” Shania whispered to him. Her eyes were also blurry and shocked from the experience, but she was more prepared than Josh.

When they walked back to the tavern, Tyria was already arm in arm with Dylan. They were giggling and laughing hard. Both of their cheeks were red with the wine and beer. Cindy was still cold as ever, barely smiling at the punch lines Dylan threw. She was sipping warm drinks.

“Hey guys, sorry it took us some time.” Shania casually said as she took her seat. Her voice wasn’t raspy or breathy, it was just cool and sweet, like always. She had powdered her face and nothing seemed different about her. It seemed like Shania really just peed.

Josh, on the other hand, was still flush and his eyes still bewildered. He was silent for the rest of the night, hardly participating in the conversations and stories. Also he was fidgety, as if he was waiting for his mother to scold him when he was finally home.

Cindy and Tyria, on the other hand, were all used to this sort of thing. Cindy just drank her coffee, and watched over her sisters. She was still hoping for a few information about the pastor. On the other hand, Tyria was no longer feeling sorry about losing Josh to her sister. While they were gone, she realized that Dylan was in fact a lot more fun to talk to, and he had great stories of mischief to tell her. It was enough to say that Dylan touched a soft spot in Tyria’s heart.

They parted ways around eleven in the eve. Josh was still fidgety and bewildered about his new experience, disappointing Shania and making her think of him as a pup. Tyria and Dylan, on the other hand, was too fond of each other to part. Tyria gave Dylan a brief kiss in the mouth, and this made the young man blush under the moonlight.

As the girls walked home, Tyria blabbered to Shania all sorts of wonderful things about Dylan. This refreshed her mind, for she didn’t have to bother about Josh anymore. Shania swore to herself that she’s never going to fuck Josh in a public place again, if she could ever drive herself to do it again. Cindy was the silent one, counting the bits of useless information that she had heard about the Pastor.

For the next day, the girls woke up late. The sun was already high and noon was approaching. Their father knocked on their door, telling his daughters to come down after dressing up.

The girls wore regular clothes for the day, including Cindy, who usually wore strange clothing. Tyria was eager to grab hold of the telephone and speak with Dylan, while Shania felt bored about ever being stuck in this parish.

“Girls, I have to leave Renard for the rest of the day,” their father said as he arranged his suitcase. “I’ll be back around midnight. Don’t worry about your lunch. Pastor Miguel has invited you to his house.”

The reactions on the girls’ faces were different. Shania was glad to eat at some respectable man’s house, because she found all the diners in Renard to be cheap. Tyria was slightly nervous, not sure about how to act in the pastor’s presence. Dylan thought highly of him and she wanted to have a good impression on the pastor, too. Cindy was going to explode with excitement and satisfaction, but she tried to keep it from her face. Her eyes merely twinkled and her mouth tensed.

They took a small walk to Pastor Miguel’s house, which was located at the far west of Renard Parish. It was larger than most of the houses in Renard, and it also had a wide backyard and garden. Cindy overlooked the garden and guessed that it was once full of beds of summer flowers.

Pastor Miguel’s house looked old, but still it was quite large and magnificent to the sight. It had two stories, and a balcony with two lonely chairs. The exteriors of the house were painted white, but it was dirty and badly needed some cleaning.

The girls entered the living room, which looked quite too large because of the lack of furniture. There was only an old sofa set, a small television, and an outdated stereo. It looked rather creepy, and the carpet floors were already tattered. Shania and Tyria often sneezed at the dust in the living room. But Cindy marveled at the rusticity of the room. She was awestruck when she saw dead butterflies on a large picture frame.

“Good morning ladies,” Pastor Miguel entered from the kitchen. His appearance was rather ghastly and somewhat creepy, and some hairs rose from Shania and Tyria’s skin. Cindy was only glad to see him again.

“Come,” he gestured to the dining room. “Some generous folk brought meals for us to share today.”

The dining table was fit for a dozen people, so the four of them awkwardly filled only one end of it. Pastor Miguel sat at the far end, Cindy at his right side, and Shania and Tyria sat together on his left.

The meal was lovely and bountiful compared to the shabby house. There was crab soup, stewed chicken, roast beef, and a bowl of fresh fruits. Shania and Tyria filled their stomachs, while Cindy ate enough with the grace of a court lady.

Over the meal, they talked about how the girls find Renard Parish, and the pastor also asked a few innocent questions about their father and the lives of the girls. When their plates were already empty, Pastor Miguel told the girls to stay at the living room, play checkers or watch tv. He would like to have a spiritual conversation with Cindy in his office.

The two girls were quite nervous about what the pastor had just said, but they were also relieved that he chose Cindy instead of the two of them. Cindy gladly followed him to his office, nevertheless, like she was just an angel being called back to heaven.

Pastor Miguel touched Cindy’s waist as he escorted her to his office on the second floor. Cindy looked up at him and he smiled a fatherly smile at her, clearing away any doubts Cindy had in her mind.

His office was an averagely sized room, and it didn’t look too large to  the sight because it was filled with furniture. There were two bookshelves filled with books, a lounge by the wall, and a desk full of papers and pens. A tall grandfather clock stood in one corner. There were also tiny tables by the side of the pastor’s desk, containing small things and a few crumpled papers.

“Have a seat on the lounge, would you, Cindy.” The pastor mentioned as he took a seat behind his desk. Cindy sat across him. The lounge was a little too large, almost like a small bed. Cindy smiled at him, the bony structure of her face moving delicately.

“So Cindy,” the pastor began his interview. He had a very professional aura about him, casting away all of Cindy’s tension. “How old are you, and what are your interests? Answer me honestly, from the bottom of your heart. God is watching upon us.”

Cindy swallowed, then gathered her breath. “I am 21 years of age, pastor. I like many things, but I have great interest in herbal medicine and I am hoping to become a pharmacist someday.”

“What kind of herbal medicines do you have interest in? There are a great many wonders of nature god had bestowed to us, Cindy.”

She thought for a second, and decided not to lie. “I am interested in aphrodisiacs,” She met the pastor’s eyes. “I create contraceptives and lubricants, adding pleasure to sexual experiences.” Cindy said it straight. The pastor looked at her with his casual face, but there was a spark of interest in his eyes. At the end of her speech, Cindy’s cheeks blushed a little, and she felt her tits tense under her shirt. Down her belly, she could feel some heat between her legs.

When silence signaled the end of what Cindy had to say, the pastor gently stood up from his seat and reached to one of his shelves. “I see that is your interest, my dear. Nature really is full of pleasures to offer, and you are right in harvesting it. Now, show me your body, Cindy.”

She felt her heart thump inside her chest. “Pastor? I beg your pardon?”

The pastor turned to meet Cindy’s confused face, but he merely repeated what he said. “Take your clothes off, I need to see your body.” he shrugged then went back to his shelves. He picked up small things and tucked them on his pockets.

With shaking hands, Cindy began taking off her clothes. She felt embarrassed as she did this, but something in her body volunteered and it was very willing to stand naked in front of the pastor. When Cindy finished taking her clothes off, she could hardly meet the eyes of the pastor.

Cindy was very skinny, so her breasts were barely a handful. Nevertheless, they gracefully hung from her chest and her brown tits were perfectly sized peas. Her skin was olive smooth, and it was flawless. The curves of her body were smooth, and her hips were just the right size.

The pastor eyed her from head to foot. “You are very lovely, Cindy Lochlan,” he walked closer to her. Cindy held her hands in front of her, and she stared to the floor. The pastor pulled up her chin to meet her blue eyes, then he said, “Why ashamed? God gave you this beautiful body to be proud of.”

Cindy could only silently look back at him. The pastor rubbed his thumb along Cindy’s soft lips. Then, as he looked down to her body, more slowly this time, one of his hands touched her breasts, squeezing and rubbing it gently. He tugged at her nipples, and Cindy’s eyes shut tight.

“Ohhh,” Cindy gasped as she felt the pastor’s mouth suck at her tits. His tongue flicked her nipples, playing it around his mouth. Then, when he had moistened her entire breasts with his saliva, his kissed slowly crawled down her tummy. Each kiss tickled Cindy, sending gasps out of her mouth. Her hands soon found their way to his hair, and she gripped the pastor’s hair when he flicked his tongue up and down her cunt.

His tongue was skilled. It knew the spots and the folds of Cindy’s pussy like the verses in the bible. He knew when to suck her clitoris, and when to ever so gently tease the folds of her cunt. While he was eating her pussy, one of his hands crawled to the inside of Cindy’s thighs.

“Oh, pastor, oh pastor, my god,” Cindy exclaimed.

The pastor reached up between her legs and stuck one finger inside her hole. It was so damn wet, and Cindy’s love juices dripped from his finger.

“Your beautiful body is so ripe,” the pastor said. “God gave you a great body and a great skill which you put to good use. Now, let me be the instrument to send god’s regards to you, my lady.”

After one last lick of her cunt, the pastor reached to his table. Cindy opened her eyes to see what he was holding, and her eyes widened in excitement and desire.

“Sit on the lounge and lean, my dear,” the pastor said.

Cindy obediently agreed, sitting at the edge of the lounge and leaning back to the wall. Her body was curved just enough for the pastor to slid the wooden dildo inside her. It was brown and shiny, made from expensive wood. It was oddly shaped as it was curvy and carved with ridges and other spots that could surely give her unimaginable sensations. Cindy couldn’t wait to get a taste of the especially made dildo.

And since her pussy was extremely wet, the pastor easily slid it down her hole. Cindy’s mouth gaped open as she felt the thing slide inside her. “Ahhh!” it filled her hole just enough, as if it was carved to fit her body. When the pastor slid it in and out of her, the dildo felt like it was wriggling like a worm. That was the purpose of the wavy shape. The ridges and carvings added tingling sensations to her cunt when it hit and rubbed along her walls.

“Oh my god, my god!” Cindy cried as the pastor vigorously slid it in and out of her cunt. She could also feel his breath becoming raspy because of the quick movements he was making. Cindy began to raise her legs and give more way to the dildo in the pastor’s hands. After one last thrust, Cindy shouted aloud as her orgasm exploded through her entire body. Her legs tensed and her toes curled.

“Ahhhhh! Owwww!” Cindy’s cries were wild. The pastor wriggled the dildo inside her to add sensations to her orgasm.

Then he pulled it off Cindy, and he stood up. Cindy’s heart was racing inside her chest. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she muttered as she tried to relax her breath.

The pastor went back to his seat behind the table, and there he wiped clean the dildo. He looked at Cindy as she trembled and quivered, her legs still spread apart. Her cunt was swollen and pink, and from it dripped a lot of love juices. He admired her for a few seconds, savoring the sight of her perfectly slender body and beautiful face.

“Now, are you enlightened by god’s glory?” the pastor asked Cindy.

She hardly comprehended what he said, but Cindy managed to respond despite the mind-shattering orgasm. “Y-Yes, pastor.”

“Does everything look clear now? Do you know now the purpose that god has given you?”

All that Cindy could feel was the trickle of sweat throughout her skin. Then she realized that her legs were still spread apart. With a little shock, she crossed them, then folded her hands on her breasts to fight off the light chill in the room. “Yes, pastor. By god’s glory I’m his erotic apothecary, and I must not be ashamed of my body, which spreads his glories of nature.”

The pastor nodded. “Yes, that is right. But you are not the only one whose mind needs to open.” The pastor looked seriously at Cindy. “Your sisters, you know that they are also using their bodies in the wrong way.”

Cindy frowned. “Yes, they make too much display of their bodies.”

“They do not take care of it enough, don’t you think so?” the pastor was caught in deep thought. “At least one of your sisters had sex last night. Who was she? Who was she with?”

Cindy began to pick up her clothes from the floor. She glanced at the pastor and asked by gesture if she could wear them. He approved.

 

Then Cindy answered him. She sighed. “It was Shania. She was with that boy who calls himself Josh.

The pastor nodded in recognition. “Did you know Josh was a virgin?”

Cindy’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes. I heard it from the confessions of his mother. She was proud of him you know, he was unlike most of the boys here.” The pastor made a sad, deep sigh. “But now your sister has taken his mother’s pride. And Josh is no longer feeling like himself, because of the terrible guilt.”

Cindy felt the weight of her sister’s offense. She stared at the floor again.

“Your sister needs to be cleansed. Her body needs to know its lessons.” The pastor merely said. Cindy only nodded in unison.

“What about Tyria? That young girl?”

“She is a nice girl, pastor,” Cindy defended her youngest sister. “Although she is promiscuous at many times, she never forced men to follow her will.” As Cindy said the words, she realized the difference between Shania and Tyria. Although they both dressed like sluts, at least Tyria didn’t push men around. Tyria let men come to her, unlike Cindy.

“It’s good that she knows her part,” the pastor nodded at Cindy. “A young lady should never rush men, let alone take their virginities and pin them to bed. It works the other way around.” He said firmly.

“Yes it does, pastor.” Cindy said under her breath. It was just the fact of the world.

“I trust that you will take care of your lovely sister Tyria, and show her the right way.”

Cindy nodded.

“As for now,” the pastor continued, “our sermon is finished for the day. You can join your sisters downstairs while I prepare a snack for us.”

The pastor gave his fatherly smile again, and Cindy felt a refreshing sunbeam shine on her face.

Her sister’s faces revealed worry when the three of them saw each other again. Tyria, the young one, hugged her sister. Only Shania’s eyes reflected her hundred questions, curiosities and concern for their eldest sister. She tried to keep her calm as she sat on a sofa. “So what went on up there?”

Cindy just winked and smiled at her sisters. “I just had an enlightening sermon with the pastor,” she smiled warmly. “And he’s preparing fruits on syrup for us.”

After sharing the sweet snack, the three sisters bid goodbye to the pastor. The walk was short back to their apartment. Cindy felt very different and cheered up during that walk. Sometimes she picked up flowers and put them on her hair. She whistled to the trees and the birds chirped at her.

Even her sense of fashion had changed. Now, Cindy looked more natural. She let her hair flow free instead of tying them in braids and pulling them in a neat bun. Her makeup looked more regular than usual, and she actually wore a summer dress for the first time.

Tyria openly expressed that she prefers her sister’s new fashion, but Shania couldn’t help but freak out at Cindy’s minor changes.

“What’s happened to you?” she scowled at Cindy. “Ever since you talked to that balding pastor, you’ve lost your identity!”

Cindy felt her anger flare up. “You mean, I’m no longer too weird for everyone to behold,” she put her hands to her hips. “I’m just acting natural, Shania. There’s nothing wrong with what I do, and I have no need of hiding my true self from the world, just because I fear of being misunderstood!”

Shania’s eyes glared as her eldest sister nearly shouted at her. She and Cindy were very close friends, and she couldn’t put up with the fact that a nearly-stranger pastor would cause this rift between the two of them.

“Come with me, Tyria. Let’s go find some men to fuck in this stupid parish!” Shania turned her back and began scrambling for her makeup.

Cindy looked at Tyria with intense eyes, and their youngest sister replied. “I have agreed to meet with Dylan later.”

“So what?” Shania exclaimed. “Can’t your pussy fuck two men in one day?”

Tyria said firmly, “No. Dylan has invited me, and I respect him.”

Shania couldn’t believe what her sister had just told her. Her eyes widened in shock and anger. “Fine! You two can suit yourselves!” With an angry and annoyed groan from her throat, Shania left and banged the door behind her.

Shania’s angry feet didn’t take her to the pub at the middle of the parish, but she found them treading the pathway to the pastor’s house. She felt very outrageous anger towards the pastor. Her anger raged inside her like a wildfire. She planned to confront the pastor and ask what he had done to Cindy. What did he to do her such that Cindy now has more influence over Tyria?

She knocked at the door. Three loud knocks that almost pushed down the door.

“Oh, Shania Lochlan. Come in.” the pastor peeked from the door. His face was innocent, and his gentle smile was so fatherly. When Shania saw it, her anger suddenly died like a flame in a storm.

        Shania went inside his living room. With every step that she took, Shania felt a comforting atmosphere that wrapped around her body. She was starting to think that this house was haunted, and that the pastor was a man-witch. But of course, it was stupid.

        “How can I be of service to you today?” the pastor calmly asked. He sat at a couch across Shania.

        She wanted to scream at him, curse him for what he did to Cindy, and ask him to leave her family alone. But Shania couldn’t bring herself to say these things. Her heart was tender inside her chest, and she felt humiliation wash all over her. “I…I need my spiritual sermon, pastor.” Shania said in a low voice. She stare at the floor.

“Ah, yes,” the pastor said, as if suddenly remembering something. “I promised your father that I will give each of you a spiritual and moral advice,” he cleared his throat and made his voice more formal. “I have given one to Cindy yesterday, and I pray that she is doing well with it. I see enough light in her, and I asked her if she could share her enlightenment to young Tyria. How are they doing now?”

“They’re well together, like good sisters.” Shania said, loneliness apparent in her voice.

“But unfortunately, you have a dirtier soul than any of your sisters combined. And your conscience and temperament are almost inexistent.”

His words were firm. It stung in her ears.

“With your influence, Tyria could be in danger. You are too wild as you are beautiful, Shania. Though there is nothing wrong with using your body to spread the glory of god, and the pleasure he has bestowed upon us…”

Shania felt her heart break apart, and tear itself inside her chest. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes.

“..but you lure men into doing things they regret in the end. You destroy the love in their hearts, and you turn it into dark lust!”

Shania was now sobbing, crying. The truth of her actions cut her like a knife. Then she looked up at the pastor, full of tears in her face.

“Purify me, pastor!” she pleaded. Shania knelt in front of him, hands clasped, as if in prayer. “Purify me pastor, please! Take the evil lust away from my body!”

The pastor stood up and looked down at Shania. “Then I will be the angel to purify you, young woman,” all of a sudden, the pastor unzipped his pants and unbuttoned it. He pulled down his slacks and they fell to the floor.

Shania saw them, looked up, and then she saw the pastor looking down at her. His face was expressionless, like a statue. The erection in his hips was large, and his cock was full of veins that throbbed.

“You must drink from my cock, Shania. You need to suck it, and arouse the angels to pity you and give you the semen that will purify your blood.”

Without hesitation, Shania quickly opened her mouth and put the pastor’s cock between her lips. She tasted his salty precum, and the tip of her tongue moved around its head. Shania licked the entire length of his shaft, rubbing it against her lips.

The pastor grabbed hold of Shania’s hair, and his mouth flew open in a gasp. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” Shania’s tongue and lips tickled him when she gently sucked his balls. Her mouth was warm, and her tongue was so soft. Shania’s mouth was so skilled, the pastor never felt an edge of her tongue. Fucking Shania’s mouth was like fucking a virgin cunt.

When she was getting into the mood, Shania put the entire length of his penis inside her mouth. She almost choked as it reached down her throat, but Shania did her best. She sucked it like a hungry baby, and moved her head a little so that his cocked rubbed the roof of her mouth and also her throat. Shania’s tongue reached the base of his shaft, licking it together with his balls.

        One of Shania’s hands touched the pastor’s balls, and it sent him delirious waves of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, as if he was having a seizure. “Mercy of the lord! Oh! Fuck fuck!” he muttered through his uneven gasps.

        Shania’s head moved quicker and quicker around the pastor’s penis, sucking hard and rocking her head in and out of it, as swiftly as she could. The pastor grabbed her hair even harder, and Shania’s scalp was almost painful from the pressure of his grasp. But in a few seconds more, the pastor exploded into an orgasm.

        “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. Shania suddenly went to a stop as she sucked the pastor’s cock hard. Sweet semen squirted from his cock and it all went down to her throat. He had a lot of load, but Shania did her best to swallow all of it. She drank all that she can, hoping that it will purify her blood and lusty desires.

        The pastor’s legs tensed and quivered as she spilled his load down on Shania’s throat. Then he pulled her head off her. Some of his semen were on Shania’s lips, and they dripped to her chin. Shania’s eyes were opened wide at him, and they were still reddish from her cries and sobs.

        “Now, for your dirty cunt!” the pastor motioned Shania to turn around. Although she was still tired from sucking his cock, Shania obediently followed. She was down on her knees, her forehead touching the floor.

        The pastor went behind her and savagely pulled down her shorts. Shania’s cunt was red and swollen between her butt cheeks. It was also dripping wet. Shania was undoubtedly aroused when she sucked the pastor’s cock.

He looked at it with a devilish smile. “You are an instrument of dark desires!” he slapped Shania’s butt hard.

“Oww!” Shania cried out as she felt a hot lash on her butt.

“Send your lusts back to the devil!” he slapped her again, harder. Shania’s hips swayed to the intensity, and she was back into sobbing again.

The pastor put three of his fingers inside Shania’s wet cunt. It was warm and soft inside, just like her mouth. “In your purification, we will wipe away your inappropriate desires.” The pastor said coolly. He took his fingers off her pussy, then he wiped Shania’s cunt using his shirt. He wiped it and made sure that it was already dry.

“Now, you suffer and repent!” The pastor thrust inside Shania and forced his cock into her dry pussy. Shania screamed in pain, as she felt like her pussy was being torn apart. There was a warm sensation, and the pain was sharp it overshadowed any kind of pleasure.

“Oh, please, please please! Pastor!” she pleaded, but he didn’t hear her.

The pastor watched his cock go in and out of Shania’s dry pussy. Now it was more red and swollen than before. He made his thrusts shallow enough for him to see his shaft. But when he felt his desires and pleasures coming stronger, he decided to go deeper inside Shania’s cunt.

He pounded her flesh, quick and hard. Shania screamed at every deep thrust that he made to her dry pussy. But since we went deeper this time, his cock was able to touch a sweet spot inside her pussy. Shania felt the tingles of pleasure start to form deep in her belly. Little by little, her cunt was becoming wet again.

The pastor began to notice this, which made him even more excited to proceed fucking Shania. He grabbed her breasts, which were bouncing off and shaking as he fucked her. The tips of his fingers flicked and pinched Shania’s pussy. This added extra pleasure to their fucking.

Shania felt the pastor’s balls slap her clitoris, and she knew that she was coming up. In a few thrusts, her orgasm will explode….

And then it did. A wild shout escaped Shania’s mouth.

“Ahhhh! Ohhh!” Her hands clawed at the tattered carpet beneath her. Her body quivered and twisted.

“Come away the devil, Shania! Come and set your demons free!” the pastor shouted alongside her. He thrust deeper and deeper and quicker and quicker, until he felt his cock go tense again. An electric sensation built up from his tummy and traveled down his legs and hips. Then, the pastor stopped as he filled his semen inside Shania. His cock throbbed once more, and his loads of semen trickled down Shania’s legs.

The two of them panted heavily and deeply as they scrambled themselves on the floor. Shania’s sobs were mere hiccups now. The pastor looked very tired, almost collapsing on the floor. But Shania caught him just in time, although her legs had also turned jelly. She pulled up her shorts and sat at the sofa beside the pastor. She wiped the sweat and tears from her face.

The pastor smiled a fatherly smile at Shania. “You are free now, my child,” he said, his breaths uneven. “Now you must have the good judgment to decide what to do with your lovely body.”

Shania nodded, still feeling sore between her legs. After they have settled their breaths and shared a snack of fruits, Shania thanked the pastor and she walked out of his house.

Her pussy still felt like it was torn apart, but deep inside her she felt a spring of hope and joy. Now she knew better about her body and its limits, thanks to the pastor.

Shania’s life was the newest life that the pastor had changed…there were still be more to come.