Deeds of the Flesh Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Kay and Eddie

I've always thought it was kinda funny how prudish some people were. They're usually the folks that end up thinking about sex a lot more than your average person does, too. It seems to eat at them even worse if they're doing it against their will or their first mind, too. Maybe that was the problem with a whole group of people I used to know, their morality (or moral posturing to be more accurate) seemed to fuel their natural lust because they tried to stifle their natural desires due to religion.

There was a time when I felt like it was my fate to become a pastor. I had let my various vices start to run my life and instead of doing the normal thing and chilling the fuck out, or even the 'rock star' thing and embracing it to total self destruction, I decided I needed to rehabilitate myself, and religion became my new drug. Now, even though I left the drugs and booze behind, I ironically fell into the most spiritually corrupt church in the Bible belt and came face to face with more sex than I ever knew or even had, for that matter, when I was 'in the world.' Needless to say, my new spiritual experience didn't last in the face of such carnal parading, and that brings me here, telling my (and their) story. So, where to start?

There was a girl I knew there named Kay. She was a beautiful brunette with green eyes and the fullest, pinkest lips I'd ever seen. They covered possibly the whitest teeth in the world, and when she was smiling, the sun stood still and took notice. She could light up a room. She was as sweet as could be, a perfect lady, and acted like a young woman who had been raised by your ideal, humble, God-fearing family. That's probably because she was.

Kay had a reputation in the church of being the type of girl that would do anything for anyone, and its almost heart-wrenching to me now how ironically true that double-entendre is in hindsight. I first got to know Kay after a broken engagement to a friend of mine. She seemed a little smug while they were together, and her new-found joy had lifted her spirits to the point that one couldn't help but be drawn to her. I got close enough to fall in love.

After about 6 months of near-daily phone conversations and hanging out in the parking lot after Bible studies she confided to me that the reason they split was because of impurity. I don't think she realized it, but I was getting hard as hell as she explained to me that they had decided not to get married after they had sinned and allowed lust to move into the God-honoring relationship they were trying to build. I was so torn, because here was a woman who I could feel myself falling for, telling me about a previous relationship with a guy I had quickly become friends with.

"He was my first real boyfriend. The first guy I really loved. One night he came over to watch movies while my parents were out on their date night. He put in the movie, and it was rated R! All the cussing and stuff was really bothering me, and I asked him if we could take it out and maybe just play a board game or something.

Well, we did, and at some point that night he kissed me. It wasn't like he would normally do. This was like, softer, or something. It was kinda scary, I could tell he was wanting something more, ya know?"

"Yeah, I understand what you're saying." I said, in a catch-22. My eye-contact was diverting her attention from what was becoming a steadily more noticeable bulge in my pants, but it was also perpetrating a feeling of connection that I definitely felt and that, as I later learned, she would use to her advantage.

"Well, I tried to pull away, because we'd decided it wasn't really safe for us to make out before we got married. We didn't want to allow any room for temptation. He put his hand on my thigh and scooted closer to me. I don't know why, but I just couldn't let myself stop. His hand moved further and further up, and next thing I know, it was up the leg of my shorts, with me laying on top of him. He was all rubbing my butt and stuff. I knew it was too far, and I wish I would have stopped. I just couldn't let myself."

My mind was awash with simultaneous thoughts at this point. I was picturing myself in his place, wondering how a girl this beautiful made it to 23 before losing her virginity, wondering if he was really able to make love to this girl in a way deserving of her, and also wondering why the hell she was telling me all of this. I guess she doesn't feel any of the shit I feel when we're talking or hanging out. This was starting to suck, but I found myself oddly more aroused listening to her.

"We were both getting way too far into it at this point. We were really excited and at a point where we were just, like, on auto-pilot or something. I could tell he was getting really excited, I could feel him on my leg, and I was really, really turned on, too. I was so inexperienced and curious I guess, I don't know. I asked if I could see it, and said that I was just curious what he looked like. God, I know that was stupid, I feel so stupid now..."

I kinda felt bad at this point, but I was praying she would continue and not be so guilt-stricken that the story would end here with a repentant sob-fest for the disappointment her God, daddy, and unknown future husband must all feel in her. Lucky for me, that wasn't her style.

"You probably think I'm a whore or something, don't you? I don't know why I'm telling you all of this..."

"No, not at all. We're all human, Kay. I don't think that of you. I've been in situations myself where I've confused lust for love, maybe it's just as easy to confuse love for lust. You guys just allowed your flesh to get to strong in the situation. I don't think bad of you. Who knows, maybe it's good to talk about stuff and let it out?"

"Thank you, so much. You're sweet. I appreciate your listening, a lot of people here would just judge me. It doesn't help my dad's on staff here, either. Like they expect more of me..."

"Well, truth be told it could happen to any of them, too. Guilt isn't productive, learn from your mistakes, and be a better person from them." Yeah, I was laying the platitudes on thick. Hey, what do you expect, I found a hot little inexperienced chick who obviously was willing to put out once. I hadn't fucked in a good year, never by a girl of her caliber, and I was willing to bet that if Eddie was able to get in her pants, I definitely could. I guess I wasn't immune from the frustration that accompanies sexual repression through religious means either. Maybe I was just spiritually weak still, I told myself; shocked at my lustful scheming.

"Exactly. Well, I asked him if I could see it, and he was quick to let me, showing me he was obviously hoping this would happen. I was kinda disappointed in him, but like kinda flattered too because he wanted me, you know?

Well, he unzipped his pants, and slowly pulled it out. Id never seen one before, and it was kinda weird but really hot. I just stared at it. I felt like a total perv, but it was fascinating to me. I asked if I could touch him, and he just took my hand and put it on there. He was so hard, and while I'd never seen one before it just seemed really big. Like, it looked huge in my hand. At this point there was obviously no turning back."

This is about the point where my mind started going a million miles an hour. They say the average dream lasts seconds, but it feels like hours or days, you know? All I could think about was this scared, inexperienced virgin kneeling there, holding a big cock.

She stroked it up and down slowly, from base to tip, taking note of how soft the skin was, yet how hard and substantial it felt in her hand. Wondering how this long, thick cock was going to fit inside of her, leaning over to kiss the tip. The look on her boyfriend's face was all the inspiration she needed for kissing it again. Remembering what all the lost girls talked about in lunch at high school, she mentally scrambled to assemble a crash-course in oral sex.

Licking it from base to tip, lightly flicking her tongue on the head before opening wide and wrapping those thick,soft lips around his member. She started with shallow bobbing, lightly sucking on the head, running her tongue in little circles at the apex of every stroke.

This led to her gradually taking it deeper, trying to take as much of it into her mouth as possible. Evidently she wasn't making quick enough progress for Eddie, as he moved his hand out of her bra and to the back of her head, effectively shoving his enormous erection into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as she felt what she could only describe as the deflowering of her throat. She quickly pulled back, pulling out his dick, complete with the string of saliva and the drizzle of pre cum found only in the movies.

Startled by both his actions and the obvious look of disgust on his lovely fiancee's face, he quickly back-pedals, "I am so sorry, honey! I guess I just got too excited, are you okay?"

Without a word she thrusts down, all the way to the base, taking every bit of his thick, long cock, allowing it to pass her tonsils, reveling in the feeling of it deeper and deeper in her mouth. She can't help but think she wants to suck him dry, not sparing a single drop of her reward.

This time it was he who pulled out, appreciative of his darling's new found affinity for his cock, and afraid that her eagerness to please would only lead to an early resolution to this story. He sits up on the couch, instructs her to lay down on her end, and proceeds to kiss her neck, occasionally journeying up to her ear lobes for a light nibble.

He helps her with removing her shirt, then her bra, and starts lightly kissing the top of her breasts, then her nipples. He takes her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, occasionally stopping to take in the beauty and perfection of her breasts.

Not overly large, they are the perfect cup shape, with her large, erect nipples perched directly on top of them. The kind of tits that look great at any age, he thought to himself, pleased with the notion of a middle-aged Kay, still the proud possessor of both perky tits and a husband who is very appreciative of their gravity-defying design (for lack of a better term).

Yes, Kay was enough to make any man think about the argument for intelligent design, and Eddie was excited to continue the tour as he kissed his way down her flat, soft stomach to her navel. It was here he started running his hand up the inside of her thighs, feeling her almost involuntary grinding into his chest. The feel of his body against her hood was almost enough to send her over the edge by itself, but his big, strong hand against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh was definitely playing its part as well.

She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties practically soaked now with the juices of her anticipation. Equal parts excitement, anxiety and sheer dread mingled in her chest as he grabbed the waist band of her shorts, fully exposing her tight, perfectly proportioned frame. He paused to take it all in, enjoying the fact that he was about to enjoy something no other man could ever enjoy.

Perhaps here is where a better man would think about the fact that he is about to take the virginity of this young, willing, and obviously not-in-her-right-mind girl, but Eddie just thinks that this is an opportunity to fuck her, in her prime. He will be the first, and she will probably never look better than she does right now. To Eddie, the trap was set, she took the bait, and now its time for him to take his trophy. He stands up to take his shirt off, and unbutton and remove his jeans.

"God, you're hot.." Kay said, in almost a whimper

"So are you, baby. You look incredible." Eddie replied.

He resumed his previous position, picking up where he left off as he made his way further south, kissing just below her belly button, making his way between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet, awaiting his penetration, but he just wanted to taste her, he parted her clean shaven pussy, and ran his tongue flatly up her lips, clit and all.

He done it again before parting her lips and running his tongue up and down in between them, hungry for the taste of wet virgin. Not caring so much about pleasing her as he was about making sure he experienced this before she ever got fucked, he continued probing in between her large pink lips, lapping up all of the juice he could get, enjoying her taste and smell.

She pulled at his muscular arm, "Come here, baby. I want to feel you against me..." she said, seemingly rescuing him from himself in his manic marathon of lapping and slurping. His muscular, hulking frame ascended from between her thighs, headed towards her as he wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her, pulling her into his chest.

The feel of their bodies together was electric, her full breasts against him, her petite frame seemingly lost in his cradling embrace, the feel of his fully erect cock pressing against her perfectly-manicured pubic bone. They kissed deeply, she found it oddly arousing tasting herself on the lips and tongue of her lover.

They continued kissing until she found herself on top of him, laying down on her parents couch. She could feel his thick shaft pressing against the ever-moistening opening of her pussy. "Put it in me, Eddie."

"Are you sure?" he asked, feigning concern

"Absolutely. I need you. Put it in me."

He placed his hand on her tight round ass, pulled her up closer to him, and prepared his cock for her to sit back down on it. "Just be gentle, don't hurt me." She interjected.

As he slowly penetrated her, it took everything he had to keep from exploding inside her. Her gorgeous body, her pained expression, her moans and whimpers, and her tight, uninitiated pussy would have been enough to send any man over the edge. She slowly sat further down on his seemingly endless dick, wondering how long they would have to fuck before it stopped hurting.

As her pussy grew wetter and wetter she found it easier to ride him. It was still uncomfortable, but bearable, and she found the pain to be exciting, taking every inch of his cock, then grinding in place. The feel of him filling her up and seemingly rearranging her organs was exhilarating, lost in her thoughts she rode his thick 9 inches in a trance.

He lifted her off of him, pulling his now soaking wet and shiny cock out, and promptly instructed her to get on her hands and knees. Unaware of what this entailed, she agreed and he, seemingly aggravated at her quick adaptation to the discomfort caused by his size, shoved his dick inside of her and violently started punishing her.

"AGH, baby you're hurting me!" she yelled as the head of his dick smashed into her tender, swollen pussy. Without offering a word of consolation, he cupped his hand over her mouth and just kept pumping. A possessed Eddie continued as her muffled moans; bordering on screams, seemed to fuel his desire to teach her respect for his dick. Even this passed, as they again turned to moans of ecstasy, with her slamming herself into his oncoming thrusts, her taut, perfectly round ass rippling with every connect. Finally, Kay's moans grew loader into exclamations.

"Oh my God! Yes! Oh, Eddie! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Give it all to me! Harder! Fuck me! I'm close, Oh my God I'm close! FUCK ME! YES! YES! YES!....."

The sound of her cheering her man caused him to finally cum, a huge explosion that felt like it painted the inside of her, which in turn caused Kay to cum herself, her sopping wet, abused pussy twitching and squirting on his enormous shaft.

The two lovers collapsed, heaving to catch their breath, high as can be from their respective climaxes. Eddie looked at Kay, her gorgeous body glistening with sweat, and couldn't help but think. "I fucking got her. I saw her, I wanted her, I got her."

Kay looked at Eddie and thought, "9 fucking months. Took him long enough to fuck me. He was good, but not as good as Chad....."

My fantasy was broken by the realization that I must have been gone for hours. She was still there, under the dim glow of parking lot lights, still confiding in me, I quickly scurried back to the conversation, hoping she didn't notice my mental absence, or the bulge and corresponding wet spot that had now formed on my pants.

"So basically, I realized that if he truly loved me, there was no way he would have let me sin like that, ya know? I mean, he is supposed to be the man in the relationship, like, taking the lead and stuff. I just feel like he took advantage of me, I never went that far before, and he used my feelings for him to take what he wanted."

I couldn't help but start to feel animosity towards Eddie as this gentle saint relayed to me how she felt betrayed and used. Little did I know that my perverse twisting of details was closer to the truth than she was letting on at this moment.