Christmas Hard Case Birthday - Part One

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This is the tenth in my ³(insert holiday name) Birthday² 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 Lorettaıs niece a lesson.  But first, he has to play Santa.

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Scene One

³Daddy, itıs for you.  But make it quick, huh.  Iım expecting a call.²

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

³Hello?²

³Hello.  Mr. Marcus, this is Betty Blanton.  Marciıs mother.²

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

³Yes, Mrs. Blanton.  How are you?²

³Fine.  I hope you havenıt forgotten about your promise.²

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

³Iım afraid you have me at a disadvantage.²

³You told me you were practicing with Marci for your Santa Claus portrayal.  Isnıt that what you said?²

³Oh, yes, thatıs right.  Itıs been so long, Iıd forgotten.²  Long and firm.  ³Yes, of course, Santa.²

³Well, I was just calling to make sure.  Iım in charge of preparing your schedule of appearances.  Youıll use the suit we purchased a couple of years ago.  Itıs been freshly cleaned, not like that Easter Bunny outfit.  Pheeew, it stunk to high heaven.  I donıt know how you tolerated it.²

Fucking her daughter while wearing it helped.  ³Thanks for the reminder, Mrs. Blanton.²

³Betty.  Youıll pick it up from Loretta Gunford.  Her husband played Santa last year.²

Loretta was Sallyıs mother.  Iıd met her the night Iıd violated Sallyıs friend Ruthie.  Small, tight Ruthie.  My erection didnıt fade, then or now.

³Right, pick up the suit from Loretta.  Bye.²

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

³Iım off the phone, Anna,² I shouted.

³Thanks, Dad,² she called back.

³Who was that?² my wife Harriet asked.

³Betty Blanton, Marciıs mother, reminding me Iıd volunteered to be Santa this year.²

³You did?  I donıt remember that.  Well, maybe Iıll get what I want this year for a change.²

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

³Harriet!  What if Anna walked in?²

³Oh, she probably knows more than we think.²

Yes, and some of it she learned from me during the Betty Boop incident.  ³Youıre probably right.²

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

³Daddy!  Itıs for you again.  Since when are you so popular?  Hurry, huh?²

³Okay, sweetie.²  I grabbed the instrument Iıd just put down.  ³Hello?²

³Harvey, this is Loretta Gunford.  You remember me, I hope?²

Who could forget her flick of my belt buckle?

³Of course I remember.  What can I do for you?²  Or to you?

³I have the Santa suit ready for you.  And, need a favor.  Could you come over this evening?  Iıd really appreciate it.²

³Uh, sure.  Give me fifteen minutes.²

³Thank you, Harvey.²

³Now what?² asked my wife.

³Loretta Gunford, Sallyıs mom, wants me to pick up the Santa suit now.²

³Whatıs her hurry?  Oh, you might as well get it over with.²

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Scene Two

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

³Thanks for coming, Harvey.²

³Sure thing.²  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.

³Do you want to try the suit on?  To make sure it fits?²

³Nah, itıs just a matter of figuring out how many pillows to make up the difference.  You said something about a favor?²

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.

³I donıt know where to begin.²  She wiggled around on the short couch, pulling her skirt even higher.  ³I know what you did that night, when you watched Sally and Ruthie.²

³You do?²  Those kids!  I never should have trusted them to keep their mouths shut.  I was going to jail for sure.

³Yes, and I was relieved.  For some reason, I couldnıt do it myself.²

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

³Sally told me that your sex talk with them really helped.²

Talk?

³Oh, Iıd gone over the basics with Sally, birds and bees stuff.  But Sally told me you talked to them about technique in a way Iıve never been able to.  You really made an impression.²

Yeah, about eight inches deep.  ³Well, Iım glad youıre not angry.  Some parents would be, you know?²

³On the contrary.  I need for you to do it again.²

³Again?  But they already heard the, uh, lesson.²

³My niece Christina.  Sheıs a hard case, that one.²

³What do you mean?²

³Somehow, Lord knows why, sheıs become a conservative, Bible-toting introvert.  Sheıs missing out on her youth, for Christıs sake!  Someone needs to do something.  My sister Irene is at her witıs end.  I thought that you might give it a try, seeing as how receptive the girls were to you that night.²

Receptacle was more like it.

³So, what do you say?  You can come by to drop off the suit after your last appearance.  Iıll make sure weıre out to dinner and Christina is home alone.  That wonıt be tough.  She doesnıt celebrate the holidays and is a vegetarian.  So will you, please?²

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.  ³Iıll be very appreciative.²

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

³Afterwards, maybe you could tell me about those techniques.  Arthur isnıt very good about those things.²

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

³Ma, Iım back.²  It was Sally.

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

³Oh hi, Mr. Marcus.  Whatıs in the box?²

³Iım playing Santa this year.²

³Great!  Iıll come by and sit on your lap.²

If you do, Iıll cum.

³Youıre a little too old for that sort of thing.² said Loretta.

³Youıre never too old to believe in Santa Claus,² Sally responded.  In a flash, she was gone.

³I guess weıre done.  Thanks in advance for talking with Christina.  Iım sure youıll make a difference.²

³Just how into the Bible is she?²

³Oh, sheıs quoting it all the time.  Seems everything anyone says has a relevant Bible passage.  Really gets on my nerves!²

³Iıll do my best.²

³And, Harvey, afterwards, Iıd like to say thank you personally.²  

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Scene Three

I sat in a large wooden chair in a stuffy Santaıs 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.

³Sorry, weıre closed,² said my elf.

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

³Ho, ho, ho, I can see these last two.²

³But Santa, I have to get to, uh, the toy workshop.²  The elf tapped on his watch.

³Ho, ho, I can close up.  Go on, and let the other elves know Iım counting on them to keep all the promises I made today.  Ho, ho, ho!²

My elf departed without hesitation.

³Come here and sit on Santaıs knee.²  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.

³And what is your name?²

³Allison.²

³And have you been a good girl, Allison?²

³Oh yes, Santa.  Very good.  Havenıt I, Tara?²

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

³Yes, you have, Allison.  Now tell Santa what you want.  Weıre already late to meet Mom,² Tara said.

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

³Ho, ho, ho, Iıll order an extra shift so I donıt run out.²

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

³Your turn, Tara,² said Allison.

³Donıt be silly.  Iım too old for Santa.²

³Nobodyıs too old for Santa, silly goose.²

I chose to take Allisonıs opening.  ³Thatıs right, Tara.  Now come over here and talk to Santa.²

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

³Oh, all right.  Letıs get this over with.²  Tara took a precarious seat on the end of my knee.

³Scoot up.  No one has fallen off my lap all day, and I donıt want you to ruin my record.  Ho, ho!²

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 ³Tara² hole in my costume.

³So, Tara, have you been a good girl this year?²

³Yes, Santa.²   

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

³And what would you like Santa to get you for Christmas?²

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.

³What I really want is to have sex.  Iıve been putting it off because Iım only seventeen, but my birthday is the day after Christmas.  Howıs that for a request, huh Santa?²

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

³Yes, Tara, I think I can arrange that.²  I wiggled my fingers.

³Oh!  Youıre a horny Santa.²

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 didnıt 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.

³Santa would like to make your gift more personal, if thatıs all right with you.²

³Oh yes, Santa, I want a personal gift.²  Squeeze of my dick.

³But next year, when youıre eighteen.²

³A whole year?  But how will I know itıs you?  I donıt want to wait that long and end up with some other Santaıs dinky gift.²  Squeeze.

³Next year, tell Santa you want a comic book gift.  If Santa says a Dick Tracy watch, itıs me.²

³Huh?²

³I want to watch you trace-y your fingers along my dick.²

³Leave it to me to get a smart ass Santa.  Youıre on.²

Tara got up and took her sisterıs hand.

³Iım going to tell Mama you kissed Santa Claus,² Allison whined.

³You do and Iıll make sure you donıt get that Betty Beauty doll you want!² 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 Gunfordıs 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 Iıd tried to memorize.  The door opened.  It was Lorettaıs niece, as promised.

³Youıre a couple of days late, fat man.  Forgot where you parked your sled?² she asked.  Black sweater and black slacks.  Dressed for a funeral, her face was pretty without makeup.  ³You can catch the north-bound Mettrans bus on the corner.²  The door began to close.

³Uh,  Iım Mr. Marcus.  Iım here to return the Santa suit.  Loretta told me someone would be home.²

The door reopened.  ³I know.  She mentioned it before they went to dinner.  Come in.²

I made sure the door was locked behind me.  

³Aunt Loretta left the box in her bedroom.  You can change there.²

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

³Wait a second.  She probably has jewelry and other valuables in there.  I donıt know her very well,² I said.  That would change if my mission was successful this evening.  ³I donıt want to be accused of stealing anything if something comes up missing.²

She looked at me with a blank stare.

³Could you come in while I change, like a chaperone?²

³Oh, all right.  She must trust you a little, or she wouldnıt have told me to let you in.  You do have something on under there, donıt you?²

³Certainly.  What do you take me for?²

She sat on a padded window seat.  

³I didnıt catch your name,² I said.

She looked up from her Bible.  ³Chris.²  She returned to reading.

³As in Christine?²

³No. If you must know, as in Christmas.²

I grabbed my stuffed belly.  ³Ho ho ho, I should have made an effort to meet you sooner.²

³You can drop the act.  Iım not a believer.²

³In Christmas?² I maintained my Santa voice.

³In 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.²

I pulled off the red hat with white trim and threw it on the bed.  ³You study the Bible?²

³Religiously.  I mean, every day.²

³That doesnıt leave much time for sports or extracurricular activities.²

³I get exercise.  Iım in pretty good shape.²  The baggy clothes didnıt confirm her claims.  ³And Iım not interested in any of the activities they offer.²

I pulled the beard strap back and removed the phony whiskers.  ³If you havenıt figured it out, those activities are a ruse.²

She squinted.

³Theyıre an outlet for socializing, so you can meet the opposite sex in a structured environment.²

³Makes no difference.  Iım not interested in boys.²  

³Youıre not?  A pretty young lady like you?²

She tilted her head.  One eyebrow raised.  ³Aunt Loretta put you up to this, didnıt she?  She didnıt get anywhere with me, so she arranged to give you a shot while she was away.²  She stood up and stepped towards the door.

Iıd been made.  Time for a dose of honesty, but just a small one.  ³Okay, you found me out.  See, Iım being honest, all right?  Your aunt is worried about you.  She doesnıt think youıre 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.²  I should know.  ³Instead, youıve got your nose buried in a book.²

³Itıs not just any book.²

³Yes, I know, she told me.  Youıre dedicated to the Bible.²

³Nothing wrong with that, is there?²

³No, except youıve got it wrong.²

³How do you mean?²  She returned to her seat at the window.

³If you think that the Bible tells you to stay away from boys.²

³Corinthians 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.²

She was good.  I would have to be better.

³But 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 ²

Her eyes were wide open, her jaw slacked.  ³You know the Bible?²

³Of course.²  After cramming a dozen or so relevant passages over the weekend.

³You donıt look religious in that fat suit.²

³We are all true to God in our own ways, just as each of us are individuals.²  I made that one up.

³But glorifying God doesnıt mean necking at the movies.²

³So tell me.  I want to understand.  How are you glorifying God in your body?²

³You mean besides prayer?²

³Yes.²

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.  

³Got an answer yet?² I asked.

³Iım working on it.²

I poured.  ³Here, maybe this will help.²

³I donıt drink.  Itıs a sin.²

³Wrong.  Timothy 5:23 No longer drink water exclusively, but use a little wine for the sake of your stomach and your frequent ailments.²

She took the glass hesitantly.  ³Are you sure this is okay?²

³You wouldnıt go against the Good Book, would you?²

³Of course not.²  She sipped the cold red liquid.  ³Would you mind if I read out loud?  It would be a nice change of pace from praying alone.²

³Go right ahead.²

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.

³What religion do you practice?² she asked.

³Iım Jewish.²

³With a name like Marcus, I thought so.  Itıs just that you quoted from the New Testament.²

I pulled the pillows from my pants and threw them on the floor.  ³Can I help it if I love the Bible?²  

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

³Let me make a toast.  Lıchiam!²  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.

³Oh, sorry.  Stay right there.²  I trotted to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues.  ³Here, let me soak it up.²  I placed the tissues on her lap and patted them down.  Anywhere on her lap was fair game.  

³I donıt think itıs coming out,² she said.

³Take them off. I have an old family cure.²

She hesitated, as if she knew what Iıd asked wasnıt quite right.  

³Come on, before it sets!²

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

³Just sit and study.  Iıll be right back.²

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.

³Does wine make you warm?  Iım perspiring,² she said.

³Perhaps itıs the intensity of your prayers.  You said you usually donıt read them out loud.  Your reading is affecting me too.²  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.

³Itıs not the Bible, is it?  You can talk to me.  What is it with you and boys?  Did something happen?²  Please, tell me all the juicy details.

She looked up from the book.  ³I donıt know, Mr. Marcus.  Itıs personal, and I hardly know you.²

I put a fatherly hand on one of her bare knees.  ³Tell me, Chris.  Iım sure I can help.²

³Okay, if you promise not to tell Aunt Loretta, Iıll show you.²

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.

³I went back to get it removed, honest, but it hurt so bad I couldnıt stand it.²  She sat.

³How did you get it in the first place?²

³Once when we went out on a bender.  My nickname was Liıl Devil.  I was always getting into trouble.²

³So you have a tattoo.  No big deal.²

³You donıt understand.  The tattoo isnıt the problem, although Iıd rather be rid of it.  You see, the girls would joke around about it, even telling my dates.  Then theyıd want to see it.  And touch it.  And every time, theyıd snake their hands lower, touching me -²

³And how did that make you feel?²  Just talking about it was making me throb.

³My stomach would knot up and Iıd get these awful cramps.  It was horrid.  A lot of guys went home with a red imprint of my hand on their faces.²

Chris didnıt know how to handle her bodyıs reaction to natural sexual urges.  ³Go on.²

³It didnıt take too many incidents for me to change my ways.  For example, this wine is the first alcohol Iıve had in close to a year.²  She put her head in her hands.

³I think I might have a solution to your problem.²  Right here in my pants.  ³Would you mind if I took a closer look, at the tattoo I mean?²

³Why?²

³Acts 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.²

³Really?  Do you think so?²

I patted the book in her hand.  ³If we follow the teachings...²  It should our guide to a heavenly experience.  

She brushed my hand off the volume.  ³But 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?²

³But :25 continues Likewise also, deeds thatŬare good are quite evident.²

³But it ends, and those which are otherwise cannot beŬconcealed.²

³Leviticus 6:27 reminds us Whatsoever shall touch the flesh thereof shall be holy.²

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

³Let me take a look,² I said.

³Must you?  Iım so embarrassed.²  Her cheeks were flushed.  So were mine, given the temperature setting in the house.  

³Yes, Iım afraid so.  Trust me, you wonıt have to go through this alone.²

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 devilıs feet.  I leaned over and touched the artwork.

³Mr. Marcus ...²

³Chris, I canıt do a laying on of hands without touching you.²  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.ŬŬ

³Oooh, Mr. Marcus, the cramps.²

²Is this what happened when the boys -²

³Ooh, yes.  Iım all knotted up inside.²  She was leaning on me for support, her head and breasts on my back, her hands on my shoulders.
³Maybe youıd be more comfortable lying down.²  She made no comment when I flicked the panties over hips.  Perhaps the pain was too distracting.  I helped her to the bed.  ³Scoot up a little.²

She brought her hands to her stomach, pressing down.  Her breasts rose trapped between her arms.  ³Whatıs the matter with me, Mr. Marcus?²  Her speech was in moans.  She brought her knees up towards her chest.  There it was, in dewy glory, Chrisıs cunt. 

³Pray harder, Chris.²

Chris mumbled prayers quickly, as if saying them faster would bring relief.  Occasionally I threw in an ³amen² 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.

³Is this where it hurts?²

³Uh-huh.  There, and inside, a little higher.²  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.  ³Eeeeeee!²  Thigh earmuffs muffled Chrisıs scream.  ³What are you doing?²

I pushed her knees apart.  ³Have you ever heard, kiss it and make it better?²  I groped for a citation.  ³Song of Solomon 1:2-6 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.  Youıre not sick, Chris.²

³No, you are!  Putting your mouth there!  Eeeeewwww!²

³I meant, the pains youıre having are natural.  Youıre just excited!

³What are you talking about?²

³You need a sexual release, before your condition gets worse.²

³Oh no!  No, no no!  I canıt, Mr. Marcus.  Thatıs the greatest sin of all!²  She focused on the bulge in my skivvies.  ³Mr. Marcus, youıve got an erection.²

³It happens every time I participate in prayer and meditation.²

³It does?²

³Yes.  The power of Godıs goodness fills me, inspires me, and excites me.  Itıs completely involuntary, I assure you.²  The last part was no lie.  ³Matthew 9:21 For she said within herself, If I do but touch his garment, I shall be made whole.²  I put her hand on the protruding cloth.  She pulled back immediately.  I placed one finger gently into her moist crease.  

³Get that away from me!²  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.  ³How does that feel?² I asked.  ³Better?²

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

³God forgive me.  Thatıs helping.  Is this okay?²

³That Iım helping you through the trauma of your unreleased sexual energy?  Of course.  Itıs Godıs will.²

Her hips were lifting to take more of my lone finger.  The entrance and walls of her cunt were extremely tight.  I wasnıt 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.

³Oh, oh, uh, oh, ooooooooh.² Chris had her first orgasm, shattering those devil cramps.  Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

³Uh, uh, uh, thank God for your finger, Mr. Marcus.  I thought I was going crazy.²

³Weıre not done yet, my dear.²

³No?  But Iım feeling so much better now.²  She was still humping, maybe not even realizing it.

³Recall Psalms 45:6? Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.²  I pulled down my boxers and slid them off my legs.  My shirt came off next.  I was completely naked.  ³This is my upright scepter, Godıs own tool.²

³Oh no!  Not that!²  She tossed her head back and forth, mumbling to herself.  ³Itıs not right.²  I increased the pace of my finger fuck.  Her hips joined the tempo.  I bent a knuckle in the direction of her clitoris.  ³Oooh, oooh, whatıs that?  The cramps are returning!  Oh, I thought I was cured.  Mr. Marcus, canıt you do something?²

I moved closer, removing my finger and placing my erection at the entrance to her cunt.  ³This is the heavenly cure you seek, my dear.²
Her hands were at my chest, trying to keep me at bay.

³Ezekiel 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.²  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.

³But 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.  Isnıt this wrong?²

³Doesnıt 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.²  And, in the process, Iıd get a piece.

Her cunt lips parted as I pushed deeper into her.  I continued, ³Job 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.²  

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

³It doesnıt fit.  Scepter or not, put your finger back in.  That felt nice.²

³Hang in there, Chris.  The world wasnıt built in a day.²

³You mean itıs going to take seven days to get that scepter of yours all the way in?²  Finally, a smile at her lips.  

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

³I donıt want to get that shirt of yours all stained with perspiration.  Youıll be more comfortable if you take it off.²

³I am pretty hot.²  She unbuttoned and slid the sleeves down, finally pulling it from beneath her body.

³And the bra.²

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

³This 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,² she said.

³There is so much truth in the Bible.²

³Amen.²  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.  ³Psalms 144:5 Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.²

Her nipples and areola became enlarged with my fondling.  ³They are hot.  It feels like theyıre going to burst.²  She pushed her chest up as I leaned down and sucked one, then the other.

³Luke 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,² she quoted.

I seemed to be making progress easier.  

³Oh dear God.  I feel all gushy when you do that.²  She was right.  Turning her on with breast-play made penetration much easier.  ³Okay, youıre all the way in.  I donıt feel anything!²

³Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might.  Hang on, Chris.  This is your belated holiday gift.²

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

³Romans 16: 16 Salute one another with a holy kiss,² I said.  My mouth found hers.  It was open and needy.  Her hands ran up and down my back.  I couldnıt 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 couldnıt speak.  ³The 23rd Psalms. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.²

³My rod, my staff.²

³Your rod, your staff!²

Chris convulsed with a body-shaking orgasm. ³Ooooh, dear God!²

³I think todayıs Bible lesson is over,² I said.  Loretta wanted Chris educated, not impregnated.

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

³What are you doing?² I asked.

³Like Ezekiel 36:9 says, You will be plowed, and seed will be planted in you.²

I had no memorized quote to contradict hers.  ³We donıt have to do this.  We shouldnıt do this.²

She was riding me from below, thrusting herself on my penis, over and over.  ³Jeremiah 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 Iım wild, that I grow bad fruit?  How about those two melons in your hands?²

I slid my palms from her beasts.  ³Chris, weıve done enough for one night.²

³Weıre not done yet.  Genesis 47:13-26 13 The hunger became worse.²  An involuntary lurch of my hips was my bodyıs response to the fleeting touch of her fingertips on my scrotum.

³Stop it!  This is hardly biblical.²

³Oh, but it is precisely biblical.²  She took my balls in her hand  ³Luke 8:11 "This is what the story means: The seed is God's message.²

It was out of my hands now.  My body shook as she moved under me.  ³Chris, Iım gonna -²

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

³Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever,² she whispered.

³Amen.²

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

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An Original H M Tale 

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