Message-ID: <12031eli$9806092028@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: leanna1@hotmail.com (LeAnna) Subject: {ASS/M}{LeAnna} Collection [m/f, bibl] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: leanna1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <357d8f95.150199986@news.msu.edu> Copyright 1998 by LeAnna. No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without permission from the author (leanna1@hotmail.com). Archive is up at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/. Please do not read this if you are a minor in your jurisdiction. [Collection by LeAnna] I sat all alone in the back pew. I always sat there, every Sunday, as regular as clockwork. I loved Sundays. Sundays were my favorite day of the week. I was up on Sundays with a perfunctory shower and shave before the sun rose, whistling my cheery tune and flipping pancakes high in the air. I dined for an hour before I got ready for church, stuffing myself so full that often, when I arrived, I was so sleepy that I snored through the service. I always woke up at that time. At that familiar organ interlude, at that familiar hymn that the congregation sung, I always roused out of my doze. I slipped a dollar bill out of the pocket of my trousers. Collection time. "We give Thee but thine own, "Whatever the gift may be "All have we is thine alone "A trust, O Lord, from Thee." I snorted. That song had never made much sense to me at all. Apparently, you were giving back to the Lord what he'd given you in the first place. It seemed ungrateful to me. But, in the first place, I'd never been able to figure out Christianity. I grinned and thanked the Lord that I was an atheist. I pulled the sleeves of my suit down over my wrists. It was a familiar tune, a cheater's take of a magician's trick. This one-dollar bill, this joker's card was between my fingers, a cheap piece of green. It would soon be replaced by an Ace -- twenty, fifty, however many dollars. The collection plate moved slowly as the rest of the church prayed quietly in its own little sanctuary. The collection plates traveled from pew to pew, slowly working its way to the back of the room. New person passing around the collection plates -- a wisp of a woman with wavy black hair that reached to her waist and fine, delicate features that outlined the structure of her face with its gentle fingers. I glanced at her, admiring, and watched the sway of her hips as she moved down the aisle, watched her lean her weight on one leg and then shift again, her dress changing folds constantly to reveal more of her figure. She glanced around, bored, waiting for the plate to come back, and caught my eye. Her gaze bore into my soul -- as if she were seeing my sins. Blushing, I looked back down and frowned at my hands. I straightened my back and squared my shoulders. After a long pause, she reached my aisle, holding out the plate as far as she could. I leaned over, reached for it and pulled it towards me. While she turned to set the other plate in the opposite aisle, I quickly scouted the smooth wooden plate, looking for the highest bill. My fingers snapped into action, moving in a blur, moving so quickly that anybody who saw would have doubted that they saw the switch occur, and a fifty-dollar bill went up my sleeve and into my suit pocket. She turned around at just that moment and saw. Her eyes flashed, and she looked at me, a kind of malevolence in her expression. I felt the blood start to rush to my face again, and controlled myself, giving her a lazy, smooth grin. A sin-free smile. The rest of the service flew by quickly. I got up and out of the church doors before anybody else, and stopped to shake hands with the minister's and pay my respects. Despite being too holy for his own good, he was really a nice man who did a lot for the community. He was quite well off, in fact, with a large congregation. The dipping I took from the collection every Sunday, for a year, barely dampened his income. I leaned over to give him the obligatory hug, and moved on. Something stopped me in my tracks. The girl, twirling her long black hair around her fingers, grinning at me like a heathen. She beckoned to me with her finger. I came. What could I do? And she sidled up close to me, putting her soft, moist lips on my ear, and parting them to whisper, "I saw that." I swallowed uneasily. She continued. "If you don't want me to tell the minister, who you seem to highly respect, you'd better follow me." I followed. I would have followed if she'd had nothing to blackmail me with; I would have followed with my tongue lolling out as I chased after her like a delighted puppy. As it were, I strolled behind her, feeling like a dog with its tail between its legs as she sauntered along like a prized show dog. She led me down a hallway, far away from the rest of the crowd. We stood in front of a door of a pitch-dark classroom, and I heard the jangling of keys as she fitted them into the lock, turning the knob and with a sweeping bow, welcoming me into the room. I felt sorely intimidated. She turned to me, her fine features now etching dark shadows that ran along the side of her face. Her eyes were large and dark, and her lips full. I gazed at her face, half intimidated, half bold. "I think you have a fairly good idea of what I want," she whispered in her husky voice. I felt a tightening in my pants. "I think we both know what I want right now, and I think you'd better submit to me. I know we understand each other," she purred, "and I aim to get what I want." I couldn't help myself -- I reached out to stroke her long, soft hair. It felt finer than silk, and fell apart in my hands, cascading like a miniature waterfall over my fingers. I watched, fascinated, as the light danced off the whims and waves of her gossamer locks. Her face softened, and she lifted her chin, her lips apart, begging for a kiss. I kissed her, so softly that I could barely feel her lips touching mine, yet a thrill shivered up and down my body. Our lips hovered apart, her soft breath kissing mine. Her arms reached around me and she ran the palms down my ass, her fingers lightly caressing my crack. I normally would have squirmed away, but her gaze held me tightly in place. Her hands moved from my cheeks over my thighs and down my stomach to my painfully hard front. She gasped, a tiny little gasp that was reflected in the shining of her eyes, and squeezed me tentatively. I put my hands on her ass, squeezing her flesh, running them down from her ass to the back of her legs to that delightful little valley right underneath, where her posterior meets her long, draping legs. She leaned forward and nibbled my ear, licking along the side. Her fingers stroked up and down my stiff rod, sending jolts of pleasure through my cock, and she whispered, "Let's lie down on the nap mat." We made our way through the cluttered toys and rocking horses and nearly collapsed onto a vinyl mat. I tore off my suit jacket and tossed it carelessly on the floor. I lay down, flat on my back, and no longer subdued, she turned into a tigress, her lips and hands exploring all over me. She ripped my shirt, slowly, button by button. I tried to protest but she silenced me with a hard kiss on my mouth, her tongue snaking between my lips and sliding along my teeth. My hands wrapped around her, and I tugged at her panties. Her hand worked to undo my belt and trousers, awkwardly pulling down the zipper that slid along the hard tent that I was making. Her cool hand wrapped around my cock. I gasped, my head nearly falling back onto the mat. She squeezed, working up and down. I put my hand and between her legs, feeling her hard clit protruding through the skirt. I massaged it, and I felt her legs lower onto my hand. Her clit was a tiny steeple poking out of a tiny church, and I pulled up her skirt to find her without panties, and with my fingers, parted her lips and opened the front doors of her holy house. She gasped at the bare touch of my fingers sliding along her lubricated slit and gripped my cock harder. She leaned down to kiss me again, and whispered, "No foreplay. I want it inside me. Right now." I was all too happy to oblige. She held her skirt up at her hips, crouching down, lowering her wet, warm body onto my tall, hard steeple. I bit my lip and gripped her ass, not caring about the marks my fingernails would make, and tilted my head back. She came down on me, her lips soft against mine, hungry, searching for my tongue. I gave in to her, let her control me. She rode me, shivering and trembling, and I could sense that her excitement was about to jump off the cliff of orgasm. "Ahhh," she whispered into my ear, stretching the gasp into a long, trailing moan, her hips rocking back and forth on me, traveling up and down the length of my chapel. The deeper my thrusts were, the louder she would moan. I lifted my hand to her mouth, shushing her, and she took a finger in between her teeth and bit on it, squealing and gasping around it, her tongue flickering across it. Finally, she reached her peak with a deep shudder, sinking her teeth down onto my finger, and I arched my back as I lifted my knees. My cock was becoming ultra-sensitive, and I could barely handle the sensations. Finally I bucked, nearly throwing her off of me with the force of my thrust, and shot jet after jet into her. I shuddered at the intensity of the feeling, my cock buried deep inside her, her pussy clenching me harder and harder, urging me on. Finally, I fell away from her and lay back, my arms spread and my legs together. Like a Christ figure. My heart thudded. My throat was dry. "Wow." Her voice echoed too loudly through the room. I gulped. "Yes." "We'd better get going. They'll be around to get the afternoon daycare started soon." I nodded, still seeing stars. "Yes." She lifted herself off me, and I could see my juice running down the inside of her thighs as she bent over to pull on her panties. I smiled gently, looking at the small path that the juice made as it ran down her leg. I stood and pulled up my pants, putting my suit jacket back on. We strolled out of the church and I waved to her as I stood outside my car. She smiled slyly at me, her car engine revving as she zoomed out of the parking lot. I searched my pockets for my keys. I found the metal jangle, but nothing else. I paused. Where the...? Oh, shit! She'd taken the fifty dollars! --- Email comments to leanna1@hotmail.com. Archive is up at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ --- % \(- (-: Command not found. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----