Mari goes to Church

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A story about Mari, and the preacher who would help her get over her daddy's passing..... This story needs the following characters: Brother Amos, a deacon in the Church of Abundant Salvation, Brother Bartholomew, also a deacon and married to Edna for what seems like 100 years, Sister Margarita, the choir director looking for more singers, Brother Clyde, a deacon and the custodian of the Church of Abundant Salvation, and Pastor Syrus (The Position of Pastor Syrus has been filled), the leader of the Church of Abundant Salvation. Pastor Syrus has never been married and has declared to his congregation that he took a vow of celibacy.

And the story begins.....

Mari is a quiet woman, with little experience. She is very religious and likes to be actively involved in church.

She has just moved to Macon, Georgia after having lived with her daddy for all of her 36 years. She was always her daddy's princess. Now he was gone and she felt such a void.

Mari still dresses properly, like daddy taught her so that the men will not lust after her body. Even with her old fashioned cotton dress, you could not help but see that Mari was unlike most women. Mari had to have the biggest tits this side of the Mississippi, and hips that could rock a boat. Mari knew that her tits were God's way of testing men. Her daddy told her that when he bathed her each night. He told her that

Mari missed the way her daddy took care of her.

It was Saturday night and Mari looked through the paper to see if there was a listing for church services. Mari's daddy was a preacher man and she missed him so much... maybe she could find a congregation that could fill that void.

 

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Mari walked into the Church of Abundant Life early the first Sunday morning after she moved to Macon.

The organist smiled at her as she walked in to the chapel. The choir was practicing under the dutiful guideance of the choir director. Her back was to Mari, so she didn't know she had a prospective new choir member. The choir, dressed in wine colored robes swayed to the song they sang.

To the average onlooker, Mari probably appeared as a very short, stout woman. She was dressed in her Sunday go to meeting cotton dress, yellow with little purple flowers, and a bulky yellow sweater to hide what her daddy the pastor often referred to as "Gods little test for men."

That wasn't the only thing he had called Mari's tits. On occassion her would call them other name, depending on how much of the communion wine he had partaken of. One Sunday after church in her little home town, daddy had been extra thirsty and after all the congregation had left he told Mari to tidy up the bathrooms while he tidied up the chapel. Daddy didn't hear Mari come in to the chapel ever so quietly. Mari was only 14 then, but well endowed more than a grown woman. Daddy was sitting up on the steps to the pulpit with a cask of wine and a glazed look to his eyes. "Daddy," are you okay?" Mari asked while bending over him.

Her daddy looked up, only to be greeted by Mari's tits only half covered by her undershirt, and with no bra on. She had gotten hot cleaning up. It was Georgia in the summertime afterall and she had peeled off her cotton dress down to her undershirt and panties. Daddy had seen her in less than that before.

"Devil Demons begone," Daddy ordered while staring at Mari's tits, "I said get thee away from me you Double D Demons, you beastly breasts, you tempting tits. Ye shall not win the stiffness of my cock."

Mari didn't understand a word her daddy was saying and it only caused her more concern. Mari grew closer to her daddy and put her arms around him and pulled him into her chest. Daddy's face was buried in Mari's tits. Daddy reached up and grabbed the neckline of Mari's undershirt in an attempt to pull himself up, but he only pulled and stretched the neckline of the undershirt, totally exposing the Double D Deamons. Daddy could feel the full flesh of Mari's tits on his checks, he could not breath... he reached up and placed his hands on her tits and pushed her away..... "Devil, get thee away....."

Many years had passed since then, and so had Mari's daddy. She missed him so much.

Mari picked the front row to sit in so she could listen to her new pastor. She hoped he would be just like daddy.

 

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Pastor Syrus walked into the chapel as the organist played a commanding hymn. The congregation rose. Mari turned to see her new spiritual leader. She caught her breath. While he was not her daddy, he looked like someone's daddy. He was probably about 68, his once all black hair was now streaked with white, giving him a Moses-like apperance. He walked with power and authority. Mari's heart felt at peace.

Pastor Syrus noticed that he had a new attendee, and sitting in the front row! Not even his deacons would sit in the front row. Everyone always wanted to sit closer to the entrance to the meeting hall so they could get to the coffee and cake after services.

Pastor Syrus smiled to his congregation and give an extra enchanting smile to Mari, his newest little lamb.

The chapel grew hot while Pastor Syrus gave a fire and brimstone sermon. Mari unbuttoned her yellow sweater, but that wasn't enough to make her cooler. She slipped it off silently and let it rest on her shoulders. Mari's cotton dress, picked out by her daddy to hide her devil demons was busting at the buttons in front. Anyone looking at Mari front on would see that she had larger tits than most, but Pastor Syrus was the only one with that view.

Pastor Syrus grabbed his bible in one hand and with the fist of his other slamming down on the pulpit he said, "Who, I said Who among you wants to profess their love of JESUS today, WHO?" The congregation was used to this inviation. It came at the end of every sermon and was designed to invite new members into the fold. "I said WHO will come forward for the laying on of hands today to join the family of the Church of Abundant Life?"

Mari rose shly out of her seat and turned around to the congregation, "I do, YES I want to join the family of the Church of Abundant Life. I profess my love of JESUS!" The congregation smiled, especially the men. Had god brought them an angel or a devil, they wondered.

Pastor Syrus walked down from his pulpit and took Mari by the hand, walking her back up to the pulpit with him. "Child, what is the name your daddy gave you when you came to this world of sin?"

"Maribeth Louise Elizabeth Meuret," Mari stated into the microphone, "But my daddy always called me Mari. My daddy was a pastor, but now he is with Jesus."

"Mari," Pastor Syrus put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. He placed his large hand upon her head and continued, "By the power of God, I declare that you are a member of the Church of Abundant Life. And as such I am your spiritual father, and you are my spiritual child."

"Daddy," Mari whispered softly. The congregation didn't hear, but Pastor Syrus did. "Child," he leaned and said softly in her ear, "Yes, I am your daddy in God."

 

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Mari was filled with great joy. Her earthly daddy had gone back to Jesus only three months ago. She missed him so and all the special things they did together.

Mari put both of her small arms around her new spiritual daddy, Pastor Syrus. "Daddy, I love you," she said.

Pastor Syrus was filled with a mixture of congregational fatherly love and confusion. When Mari put her arms around him and hugged him, the size of her breasts became clearly apparent.

Pastor Syrus had long taken a vow of celibacy, but he wasn't dead, he was a man afterall.

 

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"Thank you, God,"

It was hard to make this move to Macon. But I could see that it was part of God's plan. God had sent me a new daddy and I can tell that Pastor Syrus feels the same way. Look at the way he smiles at me, like I am the only girl in the room.

I am tired, but I do believe I will join the congregation for coffee and cake in the fellowship hall, afterall, they are my new family.

Sitting down with my cake, I feel so shy. Brother Bartholomew brings me a coffee. He reminds me of my Uncle Bruce.

Uncle Bruce was my daddy's youngest brother, he was only 10 years older than me. Uncle Bruce assisted at my baptism in the river. Daddy had insisted that only "family" would attend my baptism.

Daddy believed that we came into this world naked and that a soul should be baptized the same way we came into this world. Daddy had many private baptisms. He would always invited my Uncle Bruce to attend. I didn't go to those, daddy said the church ladies all needed their privacy and that I would understand when I became a woman.

Daddy took Mari by the hand and led her down the banks of the river. It was June and the perfect day for getting wet, not too cold. Mari was not embarrassed standing there without any clothes on with her daddy and Uncle Bruce. Uncle Bruce followed her into the water also.

Daddy explained that Uncle Bruce had a special job to do. Daddy told Mari that baptism by immersion meant that every part of your body must be under water. Daddy told me that my breasts would float on the water and that the devil would take hold of my tits and my soul if I were not totally immersed. This is where Uncle Bruce will come into the picture. It was uncle Bruce's pastorly duties to hold the breasts under the water. He did not take the chance that maybe they would float. He would put his hands upon the breasts of the woman being baptized, and go down under the water with her, holding on to her breasts and then come back up in the same manner. Uncle Bruce would not let go of the breasts until Daddy pronounced that the woman was offiically baptized. Uncle Bruce was now ready to perform that duty on me.

"Mari.... Mari..." I was shaken back to reality by Brother Bartholomew asking me if I wanted some sugar.... for my coffee.

 

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Syrus

I held this fragile woman in my arms and professed my fatherly love for her. She was so sweet, so innocent. It disturbed me that I felt aroused from the pressing of her breasts on my rib cage. It was a rib that God took from Adam to create the first woman. Was there some significance to this arousal and my ribs?

I finished bidding farewell to the members of the congregation who were not staying for coffee and headed toward the fellowship hall where I had watched Mari dissapear to. I've taken a vow of celebacy. I shouldn't be thinking the thoughts that are clouding my mind, thoughts of beauty and sensual pleasure.

Was it Satan stirring up trouble for me? Normally, I would have come to that conclusion immediately, but this didn't seem normal. There was something about Mari that was fresh and wholesome and my immediate feelings for her seemed precious even if they were tainted with lust.

As I came throught the door of the fellowship hall I picked out Mari sitting at a table and Brother Bartholomew setting a cup of coffee in front of her. I crossed the room and smiled at her.

"Mari...it's such a blessing to have you join our congregation. I can tell already you're going to be a tremendous addition to our family and I feel privileged to be your new spriritual daddy."

 

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"Pastor Syrus, I can't tell you the joy that fills my bosom. I feel like I have come home to my family. I lost my daddy only a short time ago and moving to Macon has been so scary. I always had my daddy to ask advice from, and now I am on my own."

I looked around the table and felt a growing love inside for everyone there. I hope that I wil be able to help them all here as much as I know they will help me.

"I'm staying at the SleepyTime motel down the road a spell, I haven't had time to find an apartment... or a job. I had always worked for my daddy's church, secretary work, cleaning, and well, once a month daddy had me do the "healing" ceremony for the brethren of our congregation prior to the church service. After the healing, they would put an extra offering in the plate during service. We always had more folks in attendance on those healing Sundays.

Daddy was even thinking about having healing Sunday, twice a month. But, well.... he didn't get to do that before he passed on.

 

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Syrus

"You know, I was just discussing with the board of directors last week, that we need to hire someone to do our secretarial work now that our membership has grown. Since you already have experience and are in need of a job, would you consider coming on as our church secretary?

Think about it, and if you decide you'd like to do that come into the office tomorrow morning and we'll get the ball rolling"

I was having trouble looking her in the eyes because my gaze kept slipping down to her breasts. A couple of times I found myself looking further down her frame. I needed to get out of there before it became obvious to the church members that I was lusting after this little beauty that God had brought into my life so suddenly.

"Mari, once again, welcome darling and thank you for giving me the privilege of being your new daddy. I have a few important church matters to attend to. Brother Bartholomew will be here for a little while if you need help with anything. I hope to see you tomorrow morning."

I smiled at her, quickly bent down and kissed her forehead and dashed out of the room as quickly as I could without making a scene.

 

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9 a.m. sharp, I was standing the front door of the church as Pator Syrus, my new daddy in god showed up.

He had offered me a job, I could hardly believe it! I picked out my prettiest dress to wear. It was my real daddy's favorite. It was a white cotton dress with little pink rosebuds all over. Daddy always told me not to wear underware under my white dresses because then the boys could see my underwear and that would put their souls in jeopardy. So, as daddy always told me...I always obeyed.

"Hi Daddy...." I greeted Pastor Syrus as he walked up the sidewalk towards the church.

 

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* Daddy always told me not to wear underware under my white dresses because then the boys could see my underwear and that would put their souls in jeopardy. *

She was standing at the door of the office when I arrived Monday morning, wearing a white cotton dress that accented her figure more than I wished it would. I smiled and greeted her, opened the office and invited her inside.

"Mari, you look lovely this morning...ready to get to work?"

I sat down at my desk and Kali sat in the visitors chair facing me. I had only been with her a few moments and I was already uncomfortable again, shifting in my seat to ease the pressure from an arousal directly related to the way she crossed her legs.

I realized I was staring and made an attempt to move smoothly into an interview mode. I fired questions at her. She responded to each one adequately.

"How long did you work as secretary at your daddy's church? - How fast can you type? - Do you have any experience filing? - Are you familiar with computer programs such as Word and Excel? - Would twelve dollars an hour be enough for you to start today?

By the time we were finished I found myself with a hard-on and was praying for wisdom. What was going on? How was I supposed to deal with it? Did I make a mistake taking a vow of celibacy?

 

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I cleared my throat, ahem....

"I did secretary work for my daddy for, let's see.... I was thirteen going on fourteen.... so's I guess it would be more than twenty years.

I don't quite know how many words I can type in a minute, but my daddy was always bragging on me, telling my granddaddy that I could type a whole letter in less than a half hour.

Yes, sir, daddy, I can file. I am very good sorting alphabetically.

I am sorry, though, I don't have any computer experience. My daddy always said that computers were the tools of the devil, what with the internet and all. I heard him and my Uncle talking one night about what all they saw on the internet when they went to Macon for a conference. It made me blush.... Daddy always had me type on the same typewriter my mommy typed on before she died when I was only six.

Twleve dollars???? Heavens..... I guess it is true what they say about the big city and all the money there is to be made. Although, I know my true riches lie in Heaven and not in my purse. Yes, oh yes daddy, twelve dollars is wonderful.

Daddy Syrus... may I be so bold as to say.... I think you are in need of a "healing." I see you are having a tussel with satan in your devil's pocket. Daddy told me that men of god see so much of the sinful world that the evil parts fill them up and normally they just "pee" them out, but that sometimes the evils of the world get "stuck" and when they do, the devil's pocket grows and grows.

Daddy ordained me when I was 18 to carry out the "healing" ceremony for men of god like himself and like the deacons in our church. It really is very simple, I "lay hands" on your devil's pocket and reach inside and free the demons. I use holy oil on my hands to release all the sinful thoughts that have gathered within.

While I perform this ceremony, you share with me all the evil thoughts that the devil has filled you with.

When I have completed the ceremony, I will take you to my breast and perform the ceremony of renewal and rebirth, in which you will suck on my nipple as you did as an infant from the womb, all new and clean.

I know, daddy Syrus, that you will feel so much better. Just look at your devil's pocket... I don't think I've ever seen one grow to that size."

I dropped to my knees, "Lord, please lead Daddy Syrus to my loving hands of healing, help him to be strong."

 

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Syrus

It became apparent to me that Mari had been led astray by her father. However, I didn't want to judge the man. Perhaps he was sincerely confused himself. Besides, unless something drastic happened immediately I was about to let Mari lay her "healing hands" on me and break my vow of celibacy.

"Ma...uh...Mari? Listen darling are you sure..." My voice trailed off as I saw her staring at the bulge in my pants with the determination one would associate with a cat stalking a bird. It was hopeless. I shuddered as the warmth of desire swept my body.

"Come, lets move in here to the counseling room. Then...do what you believe should be done my pretty one."

I rose from the desk and led Mari to a door through which was a small room designed for counseling, complete with a reclining chair and a couch.

 

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"Yes Daddy,"

I took my daddy Syrus's hand as he led me into his counseling room. I reached into my purse for my vile of healing oil, which I always carried with me just in case I was so moved by the spirit.

I instructed daddy Syrus to lay down upon his counseling couch. I turned away from him, so as to prepare myself spiritually. As the session would end with Daddy Syrus suckling my breast, I unbottoned my dress and let it fall to the ground. I did not wear underwear this day, in accordance with my real daddy's wishes whenever I wore white. So I, in my nakedness as I had been when I came into this world, turned around and faced my new daddy.

"Oh Man of God, lay your troubles in my hands and let the healing powers release the demons within,"

Pouring the oil into my hands, I ceremoniously rub them together. "Man of god, open your devil's pocket, and thrust your load of sin into my waiting hands."

I noticed my nipples had become hard. I felt a sense of alarm, as my real daddy had told me that I too could begin to fill up with the sin I release from men of god and that my nipples could become hard and ache with a warm sense of sinful pleasure and that I must guard against that happening. Daddy was ever so dutiful with me and when he saw that my nipples were hard, he would suck away the sin in them. Now, I stood in front of my new daddy, ready to take his sins. If it caused my nipples to continue to ache in pleasure, so be it... it was my godly duty do do so....

I waited for my new daddy to lay his troubles in my waiting and oiled hands.

 

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Syrus

Mari directed me to lie down on the couch. I was feeling waves of guilt and waves of lust sweep over me simultaneously. I moved as a man in a trance, able to halt if I tried, but not willing to.

I laid down on my back and watched as Mari turned around and prayed. She then did something that changed my life forever. With delicacy she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It fell to her feet and she stepped out of it. She was completely nude and I was completely frozen, eyes locked on the sweetest ass I could imagine and legs that resembled a cheerleader's in high school that I had lusted after as a teenager.

My eyes traveled her figure top to bottom and back again. My breathing became labored and my rock hard dick was straining against my pants. She turned around and rubbed oil in her hands as she approached me. Her magnificent tits, large and perfectly shaped swayed with her movement. Her nipples had become hard and stood proudly erect calling for someone's attention.

She paused as she stood over me, smiling, her oil-slick hands inches above my cock. There was no turning back. I hurriedly unbuckled my belt, unzipped and pushed my pants down to my knees. My cock sprang up, pointing directly toward her hands, beautiful shinning hands which descended and engulfed my manhood.

 

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"Guide me, o spirit as I release the demons within my daddy,"

Daddy Syrus lay on the couch and I must say I had never seen such a large display of pent up sins than were within the manly appendage of this man of god.

"Daddy.... oh my... you must have all the sins of the congregation pent up within you,"

I grabbed his.....cock <oh my god, I am calling his manhood a cock.....the devil has taken hold of me>

I straddled his legs and began stroking hard and heavy

"What a cock..." <Satan get thee behind me>

"Mmmmm, I'd like this behind me... in my ass" <What??? I am a good girl, I don't have these nasty thoughts... what is Satan doing to me????>

I felt like I was outside of my body as I preformed the healing ceremony.... I was becoming lustful and sinful.... and I felt a wetness between my legs....

"OOOO Daddy..... I'm fucking your cock with my hands... do you like it daddy?" <What am I saying... I don't say these things... NEVER do I say these things."

Stroking harder, and harder, with the intensity growing..... "Daddy, tell me what you would like to do to me..... I"ll bet you have nasty dirty thoughts about me daddy... I want to hear them.... I'll bet you'd like to fuck me in the ass, daddy..."

<No...NO... NOOOOO... this is not me... who is in my body?????? Who is making me such a nasty slut.... daddy will think I am nothing but a bad girl...."

I started wiggling up closer to my daddy Syrus's hard and pumping cock <manhood, it is called a manhood>

Mari's gonna fuck daddy.... Mari's gonna fuck daddy... I began singing... <NOOOOO NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO>

 

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Mari straddled me and began a rhythmic pulling up and down on my cock. I was now a throwback to my younger lifestyle. All the vulgarity and lust I once knew as my common dwelling place returned as if it had never been gone. Confusion reigned within me as Mari herself began spouting obscenities. I could tell she was fighting a losing battle in her own attempts to remain true to what she believed.

The words "cock" and "fuck" spewed from her beautiful mouth and her eyes became as those of a tigress pouncing upon her prey. I felt lust, I felt love, I felt gratitude for the pleasure she was giving me. I began to think of what this would mean for the future, but those thoughts were curtailed by the escalation of my desire for her.

She was pulling herself higher and higher, closing the distance between my dick and the wetness between her legs. I looked at the tuft of hair delicately surronding the area where her thighs met her torso and I could hold back no longer.

"Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!" I arched my back and twisted side to side as an explosion of sperm shot from my cock, one stream after another. I trembled, jerked, moaned and whimpered like a puppy.

"Oh Mari...baby...oh Mari...beautiful Mari...o my god Mari...you make me feel so fucking GOOD! oh yes...oh fuck...oh fuck Mari...aaaaarrrrggghhhh!!!"

 

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As Daddy Syrus arched his back, I knew the demons were close to being released from his body.... something inside of me wanted him to not be totally cleansed. I wanted him to not be clean before the Lord.... I wanted him to be a sinner.

If his demons were allowed to be released, then he would once again be cleansed.....

As he began to moan, the demons inside of me began to wrestle with the demons inside of him....and as I slipped my lips around the head of his sin machine and sucked his sin inside of me.... I lowered my pussy onto his beckoning lips and thrusting tongue........