Christmas Hard Case Birthday - Part One

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This is the tenth in my (insert holiday name) Birthday series.  This time, Mr. Marcus is solicited to help convince a Bible-toting young lady that sex is a normal part of growing up.  Mr. Marcus remembers that it is better to give than receive, and is only happy to give Lorettas niece a lesson.  But first, he has to play Santa.

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Scene One

Daddy, its for you.  But make it quick, huh.  Im expecting a call.

Anna, my daughter, is always expecting a call.  I wasnt.

Hello?

Hello.  Mr. Marcus, this is Betty Blanton.  Marcis mother.

Ah yes, Marci, my sweet Easter treat who fucked like a bunny while I was in my rabbit suit.

Yes, Mrs. Blanton.  How are you?

Fine.  I hope you havent forgotten about your promise.

Promise?  I didnt remember making a promise.  Shed interrupted our foreplay and caught me like a deer in headlights with my erection stuck in her daughters tight pussy.  Only Marcis short bunny helper skirt hid the deed.

Im afraid you have me at a disadvantage.

You told me you were practicing with Marci for your Santa Claus portrayal.  Isnt that what you said?

Oh, yes, thats right.  Its been so long, Id forgotten.  Long and firm.  Yes, of course, Santa.

Well, I was just calling to make sure.  Im in charge of preparing your schedule of appearances.  Youll use the suit we purchased a couple of years ago.  Its been freshly cleaned, not like that Easter Bunny outfit.  Pheeew, it stunk to high heaven.  I dont know how you tolerated it.

Fucking her daughter while wearing it helped.  Thanks for the reminder, Mrs. Blanton.

Betty.  Youll pick it up from Loretta Gunford.  Her husband played Santa last year.

Loretta was Sallys mother.  Id met her the night Id violated Sallys friend Ruthie.  Small, tight Ruthie.  My erection didnt fade, then or now.

Right, pick up the suit from Loretta.  Bye.

At least young women like Marci or Ruthie arent likely to show up, wanting to sit on Santas knee, asking for an erotic present.  The crowds would help, too.  This might turn out okay, without incident.

Im off the phone, Anna, I shouted.

Thanks, Dad, she called back.

Who was that? my wife Harriet asked.

Betty Blanton, Marcis mother, reminding me Id volunteered to be Santa this year.

You did?  I dont remember that.  Well, maybe Ill get what I want this year for a change.

She ran her hand up between my legs.  She smiled at what she found.  Did she think I was responding to her?

Harriet!  What if Anna walked in?

Oh, she probably knows more than we think.

Yes, and some of it she learned from me during the Betty Boop incident.  Youre probably right.

The phone rang again.  It was useless to try and get to it before Anna.

Daddy!  Its for you again.  Since when are you so popular?  Hurry, huh?

Okay, sweetie.  I grabbed the instrument Id just put down.  Hello?

Harvey, this is Loretta Gunford.  You remember me, I hope?

Who could forget her flick of my belt buckle?

Of course I remember.  What can I do for you?  Or to you?

I have the Santa suit ready for you.  And, need a favor.  Could you come over this evening?  Id really appreciate it.

Uh, sure.  Give me fifteen minutes.

Thank you, Harvey.

Now what? asked my wife.

Loretta Gunford, Sallys mom, wants me to pick up the Santa suit now.

Whats her hurry?  Oh, you might as well get it over with.

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Scene Two

I make the quick trip and parked in an empty driveway.  Loretta met me at the door.

Thanks for coming, Harvey.

Sure thing.  I followed her swaying hips into the living room.  A large box overflowed the edges of the coffee table.   She sat down on the loveseat, so I joined her.  Her blouse was half unbuttoned and her skirt slid up on her thighs as she crossed her legs.

Do you want to try the suit on?  To make sure it fits?

Nah, its just a matter of figuring out how many pillows to make up the difference.  You said something about a favor?

Loretta leaned back.  Her skirt slid higher, exposing the dark color at the tops of her pantyhose.  Her black bra was in clear sight, supporting a nice pair.

I dont know where to begin.  She wiggled around on the short couch, pulling her skirt even higher.  I know what you did that night, when you watched Sally and Ruthie.

You do?  Those kids!  I never should have trusted them to keep their mouths shut.  I was going to jail for sure.

Yes, and I was relieved.  For some reason, I couldnt do it myself.

How was Loretta going to take Ruthies cherry?  Was she a man in drag?  I looked close at her crotch for a bulge.  No sign.

Sally told me that your sex talk with them really helped.

Talk?

Oh, Id gone over the basics with Sally, birds and bees stuff.  But Sally told me you talked to them about technique in a way Ive never been able to.  You really made an impression.

Yeah, about eight inches deep.  Well, Im glad youre not angry.  Some parents would be, you know?

On the contrary.  I need for you to do it again.

Again?  But they already heard the, uh, lesson.

My niece Christina.  Shes a hard case, that one.

What do you mean?

Somehow, Lord knows why, shes become a conservative, Bible-toting introvert.  Shes missing out on her youth, for Christs sake!  Someone needs to do something.  My sister Irene is at her wits end.  I thought that you might give it a try, seeing as how receptive the girls were to you that night.

Receptacle was more like it.

So, what do you say?  You can come by to drop off the suit after your last appearance.  Ill make sure were out to dinner and Christina is home alone.  That wont be tough.  She doesnt celebrate the holidays and is a vegetarian.  So will you, please?

Loretta uncrossed her legs, leaned forward and put one hand on each of my knees.   I looked directly into her deep cleavage, then scanned down.  The skirt was useless as a covering, retreated to her upper hips.  Ill be very appreciative.

As I studied her face, she licked her lips.  Her hands moved up my legs towards my solid erection.

Afterwards, maybe you could tell me about those techniques.  Arthur isnt very good about those things.

Just as I started to raise my hands and take her demanding breasts into my hands, I heard a door open.

Ma, Im back.  It was Sally.

Loretta quickly sat back, pulled down her skirt and fumbled with her buttons.  I pulled the costume box into my lap.

Oh hi, Mr. Marcus.  Whats in the box?

Im playing Santa this year.

Great!  Ill come by and sit on your lap.

If you do, Ill cum.

Youre a little too old for that sort of thing. said Loretta.

Youre never too old to believe in Santa Claus, Sally responded.  In a flash, she was gone.

I guess were done.  Thanks in advance for talking with Christina.  Im sure youll make a difference.

Just how into the Bible is she?

Oh, shes quoting it all the time.  Seems everything anyone says has a relevant Bible passage.  Really gets on my nerves!

Ill do my best.

And, Harvey, afterwards, Id like to say thank you personally.  

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Scene Three

I sat in a large wooden chair in a stuffy Santas house, finishing up an exhausting shift with an infinite line of young children, all of whom wanted the latest and greatest toys that had been pitched to them on TV.  I almost knew the names by heart, names that were anonymous the day before.  It was just about closing time.  My elf helper, a young man embarrassed to be wearing tights and pointed shoes, was about to shut the door when two females entered, in matching lamb shearling-lined suede vests over frilly white blouses, short pink ruffle skirts, and black patent leather shoes.

Sorry, were closed, said my elf.

If it hadnt been for the older companion, I would have agreed with the elf and shooed them away.

Ho, ho, ho, I can see these last two.

But Santa, I have to get to, uh, the toy workshop.  The elf tapped on his watch.

Ho, ho, I can close up.  Go on, and let the other elves know Im counting on them to keep all the promises I made today.  Ho, ho, ho!

My elf departed without hesitation.

Come here and sit on Santas knee.  I hoped the older one would take me up on my offer.  The young girl, probably five or six, eagerly approached.  I helped her up.

And what is your name?

Allison.

And have you been a good girl, Allison?

Oh yes, Santa.  Very good.  Havent I, Tara?

Tara, her older twin, was in her teens.  With the short skirt and make-up, it was difficult to be precise.

Yes, you have, Allison.  Now tell Santa what you want.  Were already late to meet Mom, Tara said.

So they were sisters.  Allison leaned over and whispered a familiar dolls name in my ear.  Not very imaginative, but consistent with the days requests.

Ho, ho, ho, Ill order an extra shift so I dont run out.

I lifted Allison from my knee.  She ran over to her older sister.  I started to stand.

Your turn, Tara, said Allison.

Dont be silly.  Im too old for Santa.

Nobodys too old for Santa, silly goose.

I chose to take Allisons opening.  Thats right, Tara.  Now come over here and talk to Santa.

Her sister was dragging her towards me.  Was this my gift for a long shift?

Oh, all right.  Lets get this over with.  Tara took a precarious seat on the end of my knee.

Scoot up.  No one has fallen off my lap all day, and I dont want you to ruin my record.  Ho, ho!

Tara moved closer, smoothing her skirt under her butt, perching on my leg.  Most of her shapely thighs were exposed.  The erection that had started when she walked in was now almost at full length, snaking its way down my pant leg under her.  If it got any harder, it was going to Tara hole in my costume.

So, Tara, have you been a good girl this year?

Yes, Santa.   

I bet, good and sexy.  How many young men had her on their lists?  

And what would you like Santa to get you for Christmas?

Tara intertwined her fingers and put her balled fist at the junction of her legs.  Her skirt rose even higher. She leaned closer to me and whispered.

What I really want is to have sex.  Ive been putting it off because Im only seventeen, but my birthday is the day after Christmas.  Hows that for a request, huh Santa?

She was trying to gross me out.  I ran my left hand down her back and wedged my fingers under her butt.  I couldnt feel much through my gloves and her puffy skirt.  I was still looking at her thighs and the promise they guarded.  

Yes, Tara, I think I can arrange that.  I wiggled my fingers.

Oh!  Youre a horny Santa.

I raised my head to face her.  She had started to lean over and kiss me.  Instead of my cheek, her lips met mine.  They were barely touching.  I didnt move.  Tara began to lean towards me, putting more pressure on what had now become an urgent kiss.  With her center of gravity shifting, she started to fall forward.  My right hand came up to grab her shoulder as she put her hands down to steady herself.  Her left grabbed my knee.  Her right got a handful of erection, running along my thigh.  She rubbed my erection and nibbled my lower lip through the fuzzy white beard.

Santa would like to make your gift more personal, if thats all right with you.

Oh yes, Santa, I want a personal gift.  Squeeze of my dick.

But next year, when youre eighteen.

A whole year?  But how will I know its you?  I dont want to wait that long and end up with some other Santas dinky gift.  Squeeze.

Next year, tell Santa you want a comic book gift.  If Santa says a Dick Tracy watch, its me.

Huh?

I want to watch you trace-y your fingers along my dick.

Leave it to me to get a smart ass Santa.  Youre on.

Tara got up and took her sisters hand.

Im going to tell Mama you kissed Santa Claus, Allison whined.

You do and Ill make sure you dont get that Betty Beauty doll you want! Tara replied.

They took their argument outside, allowing me to lock up for the night.  I had a weekend of Bible studies ahead of me.

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Scene Four

I stood at the Gunfords front door, fully dressed as Santa with a small bag hanging over my shoulder, and rang the bell.  My mind was spinning with the phrases Id tried to memorize.  The door opened.  It was Lorettas niece, as promised.

Youre a couple of days late, fat man.  Forgot where you parked your sled? she asked.  Black sweater and black slacks.  Dressed for a funeral, her face was pretty without makeup.  You can catch the north-bound Mettrans bus on the corner.  The door began to close.

Uh,  Im Mr. Marcus.  Im here to return the Santa suit.  Loretta told me someone would be home.

The door reopened.  I know.  She mentioned it before they went to dinner.  Come in.

I made sure the door was locked behind me.  

Aunt Loretta left the box in her bedroom.  You can change there.

She walked down the hall, book in hand.  Does she carry a bible around with her all the time?  Id better be better than good.

Wait a second.  She probably has jewelry and other valuables in there.  I dont know her very well, I said.  That would change if my mission was successful this evening.  I dont want to be accused of stealing anything if something comes up missing.

She looked at me with a blank stare.

Could you come in while I change, like a chaperone?

Oh, all right.  She must trust you a little, or she wouldnt have told me to let you in.  You do have something on under there, dont you?

Certainly.  What do you take me for?

She sat on a padded window seat.  

I didnt catch your name, I said.

She looked up from her Bible.  Chris.  She returned to reading.

As in Christine?

No. If you must know, as in Christmas.

I grabbed my stuffed belly.  Ho ho ho, I should have made an effort to meet you sooner.

You can drop the act.  Im not a believer.

In Christmas? I maintained my Santa voice.

In the commercialized pseudoholiday everyone celebrates.  Christmas is a time for prayer and reflection, not an excuse to go into debt buying inappropriate gifts that just get exchanged anyway.

I pulled off the red hat with white trim and threw it on the bed.  You study the Bible?

Religiously.  I mean, every day.

That doesnt leave much time for sports or extracurricular activities.

I get exercise.  Im in pretty good shape.  The baggy clothes didnt confirm her claims.  And Im not interested in any of the activities they offer.

I pulled the beard strap back and removed the phony whiskers.  If you havent figured it out, those activities are a ruse.

She squinted.

Theyre an outlet for socializing, so you can meet the opposite sex in a structured environment.

Makes no difference.  Im not interested in boys.  

Youre not?  A pretty young lady like you?

She tilted her head.  One eyebrow raised.  Aunt Loretta put you up to this, didnt she?  She didnt get anywhere with me, so she arranged to give you a shot while she was away.  She stood up and stepped towards the door.

Id been made.  Time for a dose of honesty, but just a small one.  Okay, you found me out.  See, Im being honest, all right?  Your aunt is worried about you.  She doesnt think youre growing up normal.  You should be hanging at the mall with friends, pushing the limits on clothing, going out on dates.  At your age, most of your classmates have already been intimate.  I should know.  Instead, youve got your nose buried in a book.

Its not just any book.

Yes, I know, she told me.  Youre dedicated to the Bible.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

No, except youve got it wrong.

How do you mean?  She returned to her seat at the window.

If you think that the Bible tells you to stay away from boys.

Corinthians 7:34 So also the woman that is unmarried and the virgin is careful for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit: that ye may attend upon the Lord without distraction.  Seems pretty clear to me.

She was good.  I would have to be better.

But you forgot.  Or know ye not that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit which is in you, which ye have from God? and ye are not your own: glorify God therefore in your body.  Corinthians 6:20 

Her eyes were wide open, her jaw slacked.  You know the Bible?

Of course.  After cramming a dozen or so relevant passages over the weekend.

You dont look religious in that fat suit.

We are all true to God in our own ways, just as each of us are individuals.  I made that one up.

But glorifying God doesnt mean necking at the movies.

So tell me.  I want to understand.  How are you glorifying God in your body?

You mean besides prayer?

Yes.

Her eyes drifted up as she searched for an appropriate citation.  I excused myself.  As promised, Loretta left an open bottle of wine in the fridge.  Hmm, she had excellent taste.  I grabbed the bottle and two glasses.  On the way up the stairs, I saw the thermostat on the wall.  I cranked it up a little.  

Chris was still thinking, flipping pages.  

Got an answer yet? I asked.

Im working on it.

I poured.  Here, maybe this will help.

I dont drink.  Its a sin.

Wrong.  Timothy 5:23 No longer drink water exclusively, but use a little wine for the sake of your stomach and your frequent ailments.

She took the glass hesitantly.  Are you sure this is okay?

You wouldnt go against the Good Book, would you?

Of course not.  She sipped the cold red liquid.  Would you mind if I read out loud?  It would be a nice change of pace from praying alone.

Go right ahead.

I pulled back the white trim on the front of the jacket and worked the buttons.  By the time she finished one selection, the coat was on the bed in the box.  I stood there in the pants, pillows showing, thumbs hooked in the suspender straps.

What religion do you practice? she asked.

Im Jewish.

With a name like Marcus, I thought so.  Its just that you quoted from the New Testament.

I pulled the pillows from my pants and threw them on the floor.  Can I help it if I love the Bible?  

Her smile lit up the room, a combination of pleasure and alcohol.

Let me make a toast.  Lchiam!  I moved my glass forward to clink with hers.  Surprised, she pulled her glass away.  Red liquid splashed over the lip of my goblet onto her lap.

Oh, sorry.  Stay right there.  I trotted to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues.  Here, let me soak it up.  I placed the tissues on her lap and patted them down.  Anywhere on her lap was fair game.  

I dont think its coming out, she said.

Take them off. I have an old family cure.

She hesitated, as if she knew what Id asked wasnt quite right.  

Come on, before it sets!

The wine suppressed just enough common sense to allow her to complete the deed.  Even her panties were black.

Just sit and study.  Ill be right back.

I found a bottle of dishwashing liquid soap in the kitchen and hydrogen peroxide in the bathroom cupboard.  The combination was poured on the stain as a presoak.  On the way back to the bedroom, I turned the thermostat knob a bit higher.  Chris was wiping her brow as I entered the room.

Does wine make you warm?  Im perspiring, she said.

Perhaps its the intensity of your prayers.  You said you usually dont read them out loud.  Your reading is affecting me too.  The billowing pants hid my erection.

She put down the book and pulled the sweater over her head.  It got hung up as it moved across her breasts.  The black blouse underneath rode up, exposing her flat stomach and the tops of her panties.  She lay the sweater on the side and pulled her shirt down, knees tight together.  Sweat stains had begun under her arms.

I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, palms together at my chest.

Its not the Bible, is it?  You can talk to me.  What is it with you and boys?  Did something happen?  Please, tell me all the juicy details.

She looked up from the book.  I dont know, Mr. Marcus.  Its personal, and I hardly know you.

I put a fatherly hand on one of her bare knees.  Tell me, Chris.  Im sure I can help.

Okay, if you promise not to tell Aunt Loretta, Ill show you.

Show?

She put the book on the floor and stood up in front of me.  With her fingertips, she moved her panties down a couple of inches.  Staring back at me was a small tattoo, a red devil above her pubic area.  It looked just like the one in the cartoons.  She pulled the panties back up, molding them against her cunt.

I went back to get it removed, honest, but it hurt so bad I couldnt stand it.  She sat.

How did you get it in the first place?

Once when we went out on a bender.  My nickname was Lil Devil.  I was always getting into trouble.

So you have a tattoo.  No big deal.

You dont understand.  The tattoo isnt the problem, although Id rather be rid of it.  You see, the girls would joke around about it, even telling my dates.  Then theyd want to see it.  And touch it.  And every time, theyd snake their hands lower, touching me -

And how did that make you feel?  Just talking about it was making me throb.

My stomach would knot up and Id get these awful cramps.  It was horrid.  A lot of guys went home with a red imprint of my hand on their faces.

Chris didnt know how to handle her bodys reaction to natural sexual urges.  Go on.

It didnt take too many incidents for me to change my ways.  For example, this wine is the first alcohol Ive had in close to a year.  She put her head in her hands.

I think I might have a solution to your problem.  Right here in my pants.  Would you mind if I took a closer look, at the tattoo I mean?

Why?

Acts 8:14-25 17 Then, when the two apostles began laying their hands on the people, they received the Holy Spirit.  Maybe we can rid you of these pains, once and for all.

Really?  Do you think so?

I patted the book in her hand.  If we follow the teachings...  It should our guide to a heavenly experience.  

She brushed my hand off the volume.  But Timothy 5:22 thru :24 says Do not lay hands upon anyone too hastily and thereby share responsibility for the sins of others; keep yourself free from sin.  The sins of some men are quite evident, going before them to judgment; for others, their sins follow after.  What if you have sin on your mind?

But :25 continues Likewise also, deeds thatare good are quite evident.

But it ends, and those which are otherwise cannot beconcealed.

Leviticus 6:27 reminds us Whatsoever shall touch the flesh thereof shall be holy.

She paused, temporarily out of rejoinders.  Perhaps I was winning.

Let me take a look, I said.

Must you?  Im so embarrassed.  Her cheeks were flushed.  So were mine, given the temperature setting in the house.  

Yes, Im afraid so.  Trust me, you wont have to go through this alone.

She stood up in front of me.  I remained seated at the edge of the bed.  The black material slid easily down the slope beneath her navel.  Some hair had grown in at the devils feet.  I leaned over and touched the artwork.

Mr. Marcus ...

Chris, I cant do a laying on of hands without touching you.  I rubbed the critter in a circular pattern, growing the radius with each pass.  My fingertips were now circulating into and out of her skimpy panties, inching closer to my target.

Oooh, Mr. Marcus, the cramps.

Is this what happened when the boys -

Ooh, yes.  Im all knotted up inside.  She was leaning on me for support, her head and breasts on my back, her hands on my shoulders.
Maybe youd be more comfortable lying down.  She made no comment when I flicked the panties over hips.  Perhaps the pain was too distracting.  I helped her to the bed.  Scoot up a little.

She brought her hands to her stomach, pressing down.  Her breasts rose trapped between her arms.  Whats the matter with me, Mr. Marcus?  Her speech was in moans.  She brought her knees up towards her chest.  There it was, in dewy glory, Chriss cunt. 

Pray harder, Chris.

Chris mumbled prayers quickly, as if saying them faster would bring relief.  Occasionally I threw in an amen for good measure.  I flipped the suspenders from my shoulders and let the oversized pants fall to the floor.  In t-shirt and boxer shorts, I knelt at the edge of the bed.  One finger traced the outline of her puffy pussy.

Is this where it hurts?

Uh-huh.  There, and inside, a little higher.  She resumed her recitations.

I moved my face up to the wet opening.  Hoping to find her sensitive flesh nubbin, I flicked my tongue from bottom to top.  

Her thighs slammed against my ears.  Eeeeeee!  Thigh earmuffs muffled Chriss scream.  What are you doing?

I pushed her knees apart.  Have you ever heard, kiss it and make it better?  I groped for a citation.  Song of Solomon 1:2-6 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.  Youre not sick, Chris.

No, you are!  Putting your mouth there!  Eeeeewwww!

I meant, the pains youre having are natural.  Youre just excited!

What are you talking about?

You need a sexual release, before your condition gets worse.

Oh no!  No, no no!  I cant, Mr. Marcus.  Thats the greatest sin of all!  She focused on the bulge in my skivvies.  Mr. Marcus, youve got an erection.

It happens every time I participate in prayer and meditation.

It does?

Yes.  The power of Gods goodness fills me, inspires me, and excites me.  Its completely involuntary, I assure you.  The last part was no lie.  Matthew 9:21 For she said within herself, If I do but touch his garment, I shall be made whole.  I put her hand on the protruding cloth.  She pulled back immediately.  I placed one finger gently into her moist crease.  

Get that away from me!  She scooted up the bed in retreat, legs tight together in defiance.  I pursued her until her head bumped the headboard.  I pushed one knee to the side and put one hand back on her stomach.  After rubbing for a while, I slid my hand down and reinserted one digit.  How does that feel? I asked.  Better?

She moved her hips a bit from side to side, then up and back.

God forgive me.  Thats helping.  Is this okay?

That Im helping you through the trauma of your unreleased sexual energy?  Of course.  Its Gods will.

Her hips were lifting to take more of my lone finger.  The entrance and walls of her cunt were extremely tight.  I wasnt sure she could take anything bigger.  My penis throbbed, preparing for the challenge.  Now my finger was all the way in, and Chris was doing all the work.  She writhed and bounced, grinding herself against my feeble digit.

Oh, oh, uh, oh, ooooooooh. Chris had her first orgasm, shattering those devil cramps.  Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

Uh, uh, uh, thank God for your finger, Mr. Marcus.  I thought I was going crazy.

Were not done yet, my dear.

No?  But Im feeling so much better now.  She was still humping, maybe not even realizing it.

Recall Psalms 45:6? Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.  I pulled down my boxers and slid them off my legs.  My shirt came off next.  I was completely naked.  This is my upright scepter, Gods own tool.

Oh no!  Not that!  She tossed her head back and forth, mumbling to herself.  Its not right.  I increased the pace of my finger fuck.  Her hips joined the tempo.  I bent a knuckle in the direction of her clitoris.  Oooh, oooh, whats that?  The cramps are returning!  Oh, I thought I was cured.  Mr. Marcus, cant you do something?

I moved closer, removing my finger and placing my erection at the entrance to her cunt.  This is the heavenly cure you seek, my dear.
Her hands were at my chest, trying to keep me at bay.

Ezekiel 7:16-17 Those who are moaning like doves of the valleys about their own sin.  All hands will hang weakly with fear, and all knees will become weak as water.  Relax, Chris, my dove.  She dropped her hands and let her legs fall to the sides.  My hand inserted my throbbing dick into the outer flesh of her pussy.

But Mr. Marcus, Psalms 125:3 says For the scepter of wickedness shall not rest upon the land of the righteous, So that the righteous will not put forth their hands to do wrong.  Isnt this wrong?

Doesnt it feel right?  Numbers 24:17 A scepter shall rise from Israel, And shall crush through the forehead of Moab, And tear down all the sons of Sheth.  Accept my Jewish scepter and find holy peace.  And, in the process, Id get a piece.

Her cunt lips parted as I pushed deeper into her.  I continued, Job 8:20-21 "Surely God does not reject the innocent or give strength to those who do evil. God will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.  

Chris was shouting but not laughing.  With a rocking motion, I was making incremental progress.  

It doesnt fit.  Scepter or not, put your finger back in.  That felt nice.

Hang in there, Chris.  The world wasnt built in a day.

You mean its going to take seven days to get that scepter of yours all the way in?  Finally, a smile at her lips.  

Sweat dropped from my head and chest onto her black blouse.

I dont want to get that shirt of yours all stained with perspiration.  Youll be more comfortable if you take it off.

I am pretty hot.  She unbuttoned and slid the sleeves down, finally pulling it from beneath her body.

And the bra.

I pulled her forward so she could reach behind and unclasp.  That let me slid in another inch.

This was foretold in Lamentations 4:21, you know.  The cup will come around to you as well, You will become drunk and make yourself naked, she said.

There is so much truth in the Bible.

Amen.  She wiggled her hips to accept more of my probing member.

I leaned on my elbows and palmed her breasts, pressing her nipples between my fingers.  Psalms 144:5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Her nipples and areola became enlarged with my fondling.  They are hot.  It feels like theyre going to burst.  She pushed her chest up as I leaned down and sucked one, then the other.

Luke 11:27-28 27 And it came to pass, as he said these things, a certain woman out of the multitude lifted up her voice, and said unto him, Blessed is the womb that bare thee, and the breasts which thou didst suck, she quoted.

I seemed to be making progress easier.  

Oh dear God.  I feel all gushy when you do that.  She was right.  Turning her on with breast-play made penetration much easier.  Okay, youre all the way in.  I dont feel anything!

Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might.  Hang on, Chris.  This is your belated holiday gift.

I started pumping in and out, straining to reach new depth with each stroke.  

Romans 16: 16 Salute one another with a holy kiss, I said.  My mouth found hers.  It was open and needy.  Her hands ran up and down my back.  I couldnt have been more turned on, yet her touch was taking me beyond previous limits.  Chris wrapped her legs around me as we threw our loins at each other in a common heathen rhythm.

Chris was panting so hard she almost couldnt speak.  The 23rd Psalms. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

My rod, my staff.

Your rod, your staff!

Chris convulsed with a body-shaking orgasm. Ooooh, dear God!

I think todays Bible lesson is over, I said.  Loretta wanted Chris educated, not impregnated.

Her hands roamed lower, over my ass, down in between my thighs.  

What are you doing? I asked.

Like Ezekiel 36:9 says, You will be plowed, and seed will be planted in you.

I had no memorized quote to contradict hers.  We dont have to do this.  We shouldnt do this.

She was riding me from below, thrusting herself on my penis, over and over.  Jeremiah 2:21 But I planted you as a special vine, as a very good seed.  How then did you turn into a wild vine that grows bad fruit?  You have a great vine, Mr. Marcus.  Do you think Im wild, that I grow bad fruit?  How about those two melons in your hands?

I slid my palms from her beasts.  Chris, weve done enough for one night.

Were not done yet.  Genesis 47:13-26 13 The hunger became worse.  An involuntary lurch of my hips was my bodys response to the fleeting touch of her fingertips on my scrotum.

Stop it!  This is hardly biblical.

Oh, but it is precisely biblical.  She took my balls in her hand  Luke 8:11 "This is what the story means: The seed is God's message.

It was out of my hands now.  My body shook as she moved under me.  Chris, Im gonna -

My dick spew hot cum deep inside her.  Her legs fell back to the bed.  We were both exhausted and sweaty.

Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever, she whispered.

Amen.

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Dont forget, Loretta will want to thank Mr. Marcus.  And, theres Tara, whose Christmas gift was postponed.

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An Original H M Tale 

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