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From: "Jake the Jackal" <publica@true-confessions.org>
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Subject: {ASSM} A Really Freaking Strange Pseudo-Religious Type Of Thing (m/f)
Date: Wed,  5 Feb 2003 02:10:04 -0500
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"Do you love me more than Him, Peter?" She moved toward him like a cat on
the prowl, and stopped barely three feet away, throwing a wolfish grin in
his direction. She was a predator through and through. Like a lion, she had
separated the weakest member from the herd, and now was doing her best to
take down her prey.



The words were terribly ironic. Once, on a beach long ago, a man had once
said almost those exact words to a different Peter. Or so Peter
half-believed, hanging onto the coattails of his parents' religion. Words
originally spoken to bind a man closer to his God, now perverted in order to
draw a man away.



Peter had little room to argue the question. He was naked, his feet bound to
tent pegs hammered deep into the leaf-covered ground and his arms tied
securely to two different trees. The location of this terrible ritual, his
positioning between the two trees, all was carefully planned. The scene
resembled a terrible parody of a crucifixion.



He was also aroused, with good reason. She was naked as well, for the first
time since he had known her, and she was more beautiful than all of his
guilty imaginings. She was only a little shorter than him, and her long
strawberry-blonde hair trailed over her breasts almost obscuring the
nipples - but not quite. Her hips were full, and they swayed invitingly as
she walked ever closer.



She stopped only inches from where he was bound, and taking his obvious
arousal for answer enough, she continued her perverse recitation "Than give
yourself to me."



***



She left him then, left Peter alone with his thoughts. He stared at her
until her form was lost among the shadows of the forest. Suddenly, memory
returned. She was beautiful, and since he had been allowed no release, Peter
's mind turned almost automatically toward memories of how the sweat on her
breasts made them glisten in the firelight, how her hips swayed seductively
as she walked closer...



No! He shook his head wildly, trying to force the images from his head. It
didn't work. He squeezed his eyes shut, which helped even less. Finally, he
turned toward the Hymns of his youth, singing them over and over, as loudly
as he could "Be thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart..."



That was how she found him, nearly an hour later, still tied to the trees
and the tent pegs, working his way laboriously through the verses of "The
Church's One Foundation." As she came close enough for him to hear her
approach, he fell silent. "Do you love me more than Him, Peter?" At her
words, his dick twitched reflexively, and she smiled. It was working.



She walked closer now, close enough to touch him, but his eyes remained
closed. She wrapped her hand around his dick, and was pleased to see it
become hard within seconds. She gave it a quick pump before removing her
hand from his now stiff cock, and repeated again the words "Than give
yourself to me."



***



She left him alone again, and this time no amount of singing would remove
the feeling of her breasts brushing against his chest and her hand on his
dick. He turned to recitation of what sections of the Bible that he could
remember. "The Lord is my shepherd," "For God so loved the world," the
Beatitudes. He had nearly reached the end of his memory and had also nearly
succeeded in banishing the memories from his mind when she returned a third
time, the final time, he knew. It would be the last temptation of Peter.



"Do you love me more than him?" she asked once more, and without wasting any
time she moved closer to him and knelt at his feet. She breathed lightly on
his dick, and it expanded immediately to its full length and girth. She
moved her head slowly closer until her lips engulfed the head. She swallowed
as much of it as she could, and used her tongue as effectively as she knew
how. Peter's dick responded by bucking reflexively in her mouth, though
Peter made not a sound.



If was enough of a reaction for her to proceed. Removing her mouth from
Peter's dick she stood once more, and moved even closer to him. She grabbed
his dick, pointed it toward he vagina, and inched closer, until he was
inside of her.  Slowly, she inched her body closer to his, his dick
penetrating deeper into her vagina. She rubbed her nipples against his
chest, and pushed herself completely onto his dick. Peter still refused to
make a sound, though his hips thrust toward her once, reflexively yet again.
She established a rhythm, sliding forward and back and it was all Peter
could do not to become enveloped in that rhythm, in the sensations that she
was giving him.



Suddenly, he erupted inside of her. She rode him for a few moments longer
before stepping away, and looking him up and down. His eyes were still
closed, but his face was peaceful, composed, as if he had made his decision.
She spoke the final words of her recitation "Than give yourself to me."



Peter opened his eyes, met hers' for a long moment, and said with great
compassion, "No."



Her eyes widened, and she could not find words for a few seconds. "Some
other time, then?" she said when she recovered from her shock.



"Oh, sure," he replied, "but we'd have to be married first."



"It's a deal."

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