Spreading the word, One pussy at a Time

It’s 1966 And The Preacher Man … And His Sex Crazed 11 Year Old Boy, is Here to spread the word. and Pussy.

I got to get this damn report card signed. I didn’t do very well in 6th grade science class. I could probably sign my dad’s name, forge it, the kid’s call it. The teacher may not even notice, But the fucking teacher goes to our Church, she knows my daddy, after all, he’s the Pastor.

Maybe Mom could sign it, I think, She’s probably half a bottle of wine in by now
. She may not even know what she’s signing. But as I walk into the living room, I can see her passed out on the couch, empty wine bottle on the floor beside her. Skirt all pulled up, garter showing, like a Biloxi whore. See, that’s where we live, Gulfport, Mississippi, just about 30 minutes right down I90 from the “Devil’s Den”, that’s what Dad calls Biloxi. I remember my daddy telling me ” Mommy’s no alcoholic”, as I look at her, all sloppy and passed out on the couch ,”She just drinks wine, not like it’s beer” and wine is the” blood of our savior”. So , you see, if you think I’m a little jaded to all this religious stuff, I am. And, at 11, and the son of a Pastor, and a Pastor’s assistant myself, Shouldn’t be so negative, well that’s because you haven’t lived my life.

“Fuck”, I mutter as I make my way from the rectory, to my Dad’s office in the Church. Rectory is Church talk for, “shitty little house” beside the main church. I can see the light is on in his office.

As I make my way down the church’s main aisle, passing the pew’s, smelling the scent of snubbed out candles mixing with the lingering odor of Aqua Velva and cheap Woolworth’s perfume. The Smell of “1966 poor white trash”. I could hear sound’s coming from Daddies office. not voice’s, but just sound’s. It isn’t his night to “Minister” to his flock, that’s Wednesday night, after mid week services.

As I get closer, I could clearly hear grunts, moaning. Thinking my Dad was having a heart attack or something, I quickly opened the door. I get to see a sight that I will never forget. My Dad’s bare naked , scrawny White ass , on top of, and pumping away at a short, rather plump, Black women. He was sucking and fucking like a man 20 years his junior. Her left mommy melon in his mouth, her right one flopping around, looking like a picnic ham, in it’s size and color. He just kept saying over and over “sweet Jesus, sweet Jesus” as his little white dimpled ass thrust away.

I recognized the women, as she looked over at me, eye’s glazed over as she took my dad’s little white cock in her big Black sex . She was the Women my Dad hired to clean the church, Mrs. Mavis.

When Mrs. Mavis’s brain finally processed what she was seeing, that the Pastor’s 11 year old son was watching, she started to to gasp “Son…ohhhh ,,,your Son… Ohhhh.. your Son” , my Dad grunted out. .. “Yes sister, you feel the power, The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost”… My dad thrusting away like a dog in heat. NO , she yelled, your boy… .pushing his little cock off, and out, of her. My Dad quickly jumping off her considerable Black bulk. Half limp cock all flopping around as he tried to pull his pants up. Trying to tell me, in gasping half sentence’s, that he was just trying to, and I quote ” trying to wrestle the devil from her tortured soul “.

I just turned around and walked out of the Church.

Now I know, It took me 556 words to get to this point, But I wanted you to know, that single experience changed my entire life. It was then I came to the realization that, (1) My cock was not going to get that much bigger, Judging from my Dad’s, (2) My ass, at some point in my future may or ,may not, have a dimple in it. (3) That all this Preaching, Ministering, “Guiding the flock” was total bullshit.
That My Dad was a complete fraud.

The next Saturday, when Dad loaded me in the Plymouth to go “A visiting” with the faith full. I did, but with a new goal.

First stop. Mrs. Kattie Nettle, age 39. Husband died about a year ago in an oil rig accident, in the gulf. Member of the Church for 8 years.1 child, Betty, 9 years old. As my father lead the very curvy Mrs. Nettle into the shotgun shack that was her home for proper ministering , I ask little Betty, One of the Lord’s children to show me her chicken’s, in the barn. After all, as a Pastor in training it was my duty to make sure that the “flock” was well cared for.

In the barn I quickly talked young Betty, into pulling her jean’s down, so I could make sure she was keeping clean. and in my finger banging her baby clit, that was just me doing the Lord’s work, That having her stroke my 11 year old cock was just me, showing her the wifely skills she would need in the future. She Loved it, cooing, legs all quivering. It wasn’t long before I spent my seed, not upon the ground but all over little Betty. I told little Miss. Betty that if she kept quite, and was a good girl, I would show her more wife skills the next time Daddy and I stop by. She looked so cute, standing there in her pigtails and sandals, little baby belly covered in my cum.

The next stop on our journey. Mrs. Julie Quimby, A Creole Women that moved to our town about a year ago. Julie was dark, exotic looking, about 25 I’d guess, with huge tits all out of proportion to her small framed body. I could tell my dad was crazy over her, he couldn’t stop looking at her, ready to burst that tube top. Her tits bulging out the top and bottom. As Dad took her into her bedroom, so they could have privacy away from her 2 kids, so he could “counsel” her. I was to watch the kids and gently minister to them , spreading the word of God.

What I did do , was to instruct little Amy, age 6, to kneel down and suck her Brother’s cock. Even at 8, I was impressed with the little guy’s boner. I had her do this to him, so I’d know they wouldn’t tell anyone, what I was going to do next. After a few minutes of sucking I pulled her off his cock and laid her down on the floor of the bedroom they shared. I got on my knees between her little legs, I spread her slick bald cunny I’d never seen a pussy before except for Mrs. Mavis’s black cunt. But this one was so perfect, it was all pink, small folds that would mature into her labia lips could be plainly seen, the ever so little button at the top of her adorable slit, the button that made her young legs move as I played with it. I could smell the perfume of her baby cunt, I leaned over and licked it, She quivered more and more as I took my time and developed a rhythm., tongue thrusting in more and more, going further each time. I could feel the blockage of her hymen, But not knowing any better I pushed, going passed it, If there was blood, I never knew, as I lapped up all the nectar her baby cunt could give. I felt her knees clamp over my head like it was in a vise.

What I didn’t realize was, I just took that 6 year old’s cherry and raped her with my tongue. What I did realize was, I was becoming addicted to little girl’s, that I could use the “power” of the good book to harvest more than soul’s.

That entire summer, as Dad and I roamed the county in that shitty car, Him seeing to “need’s” of his flock, I was seeing to the needs of my cock.

All I could think of….. the youth retreat in the fall)

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