Chapter 15 CAMP DARE TURNED PREACHER'S KID INTO A WHORE pt 2
The chapel rose up on the hill, white and looming, stained glass windows dark like secrets. Caleb had fixed the side door earlier on of his "job" perk. As he opened the door, he was still holding my hands. The smell of old wood and faded wax filled the air, I sneezed, and Caleb flashed me an “are you okay look” I nodded. My heart was racing, and the atmosphere felt like it knew what we were about to do.
“ We don't have time to chit-chat” Caleb said as he backed me against a pew, his hands rough and hungry sliding up my thighs under my dress, he found my cunt “ My Goodness, you’re so fucking soft,” he muttered, fingers finding my panties waistband. He pulled them down slowly, I gasped sharply as I felt the cool air on my bare, wet pussy lips. They fell at my ankles, and I kicked them off, feeling like I was ditching my old self.
He went on his knees as if set to pray, he raised my dress up, the fabric gathering at my waist. I supported it with my hand. His eyes went dim, taking in the sight of my shaven cunt. “Look at you, preacher’s girl. Dripping for me already. Have you been fantasizing about this all week?”
I nodded, and held onto the pew so hard my knuckles whitened. “Y-yes,” I whispered, voice shaky like I was gonna be caught in the act.
He laughed low, “Say it. Tell me you want my tongue on your pretty little pussy.”
My face burned, but the words spilled out filled with want. “I... I want your tongue on me, Caleb. Please.”
“Good girl.” He put his face between my tight, his hot breath turning me on more, hi tongue flat and hot licking up my clit, tasting my sweetness. I gasped, my knees became weak, but he pinned my thighs open, his tongue entering deeper, teasing my entrance, flicking my clit till it throbbed, I was literally panting, trying to supress the urge to scream, he sucking it hard enough to make me see stars explode in my vision.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he growled, the vibrations going through me like lightning. “I'm going to make you cum so hard you forget every damn prayer.”
My whimpers echoed through the hall, soft and sinful, as I held his hair, pulling him closer, his hair was soft under my fingers. “Oh God, Caleb... don’t stop...”
He didn't, he added fingers, two thick ones curling inside, thrusting in rhythm with his mouth till I felt it. I shattered, orgasm hitting me hard, I held my thighs together squeezing his head, my back arching fucking his face with my cunt, a choked cry muffled by my lip.
He stood up, wiping his mouth and face, his hard cock on tenting his jeans like a weapon. “Your turn, Hannah. On your knees like the sinner you are.”
I sank down fast. My hands trembling, I unzipped him, his cock was thick, veiny, curving up, tip shiny with precum that smelled musky and male. “It’s... big Caleb…you're lean yet you walk about with this machine” I breathed, my eyes wide.
“I'm going to stretch your pussy with this, think you can take it?” he teased, guiding my head on his dick. “Open wide, baby. Suck me like you've been dreaming.”
I took him in my mouth, wrapped my lips around his dickhead, slowly at first, my tongue curling the salty head like it was some lollipop. He groaned. “Fuck, yes. Deeper, Hannah. All of it.” I relaxed, letting him slide in till he hit my throat, my nose buried in his coarse hair. He held my braid, setting the pace, he continued thrusting, fucking my mouth while saliva dropped down my chin, my eyes watering as he deep throated me, I choked on his cock. “Look at you, preacher’s daughter kneeling in church, gagging on my cock. So damn dirty.”
I loved it, the control, the filth. When he lifted me, my lips were all puffy and slick, he growled, “Turn around. Bend over the pew. Facing the altar.”
I did, gripping the wood, and raised my ass as he flipped my dress. His cock rubbed my entrance, teasing, slick and hot. “Beg me Hannah. Tell me you want me fucking you in God’s house.”
“Please, Caleb,” I whimpered, grinding back. “Fuck me. I need you inside.”
He slammed in, filling me to the base of his cock, stretching, burning, perfect. I cried out, the echo swallowed by the room. “Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, hands bruising my hips. “Like a virgin made for me.”
He started slowly, letting me feel every inch my pussy gripping his dick inside me, he started pounded, our skin slapping loud, pew creaking like it might break. My breasts bounced, nipples the scraping fabric. His hand rubbed my clit, making my pussy drip, rubbing frantically; the other yanked my braid, arching me.
“Look at the cross while I fuck you,” he hissed, breath scorching my ear. “Think about purity sermons while I wreck this cunt.”
I stared at it, the cross blurring through tears of pleasure. “Harder,” I moaned, voice raw. “Fuck me harder, Caleb. Claim me.”
He did, slamming brutal, the chapel filled with our gasps and slaps. “You’re mine, preacher’s girl. Gonna fill you with my cum, mark you deep.”
His words shattered me, my pussy clenched, I began squirting like fireworks, a sob of his name ripping out. “Caleb... oh fuck... yes!”
He came right after, groaning deep, hips jerking as hot spurts flooded me. We collapsed with him over me, still inside, breathing heaving like we'd run a marathon.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thighs, “Look at that. My cum leaking from you. So hot.”
I turned, legs jelly, I found his lips kissing him soft, tasting my juices and his mixed, salty and sweet. “Best dare I ever lose,” I whispered with a grin.
He smirked, zipping up, fingers twining mine. “This ain’t over. Next summer, boathouse. Deal?”
We snuck out as dawn glowed pink, hearts racing, bodies buzzing.
No one knew. But every summer after, leading worship, I would eye that pew, feel his ghost thrusts, hear his whispers in my ear and crave more. By year three, we had it down: quick woods romps, boat fucks, even my cabin, and always ending in the chapel. He got filthier oce he said to me “I’m gonna breed this holy pussy, fill you with my sin” and I would beg, my "purity" long gone, replaced by a fire hotter than any bonfire.