Revival: Part 1 |

I grew up in a very conservative Pentecostal church. Our congregation was small, but several times per year we would gather with other small church groups for Revival. Revival was like camping and going to church at the same time.

By the time I was in my mid teens I knew the belief system that my family and others were trying to instill in me wasn’t going to happen. Primarily because of the hypocrisy of the majority of members. They talked a good game, but in private I saw the reality of everyone’s behavior. Don’t get me wrong, but preaching one thing on Sunday and acting like you were superior and condescending the rest of the week was a turn off for me.

But…

As I grew older I noticed that the girls and women in church were quite attractive. And I noticed these women craved attention, respect and someone that appreciated what they actually thought. My church believed men were ordained to rule over women. I thought that was bullshit and I learned to go out of my way to demonstrate I was different. It was little things like complementing a pretty dress. Thanking a woman for helping provide a nice meal. Simply asking their opinion about a sermon.

Women in my church became invisible after they married. While single, especially if they were pretty, they would be the center of attention. But by their midtwenties, they were relegated to mother, wife, and churchgoer. It was as if their duty to God, church, husband, and children stripped them of any independent thinking. And they were kept under the thumb of their husbands and the church.

I learned to use these revival events to make out with any girl I could find. And believe me, I found many. We’d sneak away and behave like the horny teenagers we were. I got and gave my first oral at a remote camp meeting in New Mexico.

Fast forward fifteen years. I was in town visiting my folks. They were getting set to attend another revival and begged me to come along. Not for any hope of redemption, but only because they had asked, I went along.

After spending the first of three days there, I saw nothing had changed. Men, with the actual exception of my father, walked around entitled in their little fiefdom. Not interested in sermons, I pitched in helping the women keep an eye on little kids, or clean dishes. I policed the area with a trash bag and picked up after everyone. I was trying to stay busy. I saw a few old friends, but went out of my way to be helpful to any woman in need, young or old. And they all seemed to really appreciate me and rewarded me with generous hugs, sometimes a ‘harmless’ kiss. The women were starved for attention, and I gave it to them. The men there were oblivious to me enjoying the company of neglected women.

On the last day of a three day revival meeting I walked into the kitchen area and saw ‘sister’ Michelle was finishing cleaning up. I guessed Michelle was thirty. She was curvy with heavy tits and round hips from having already given birth to two kids. I thought she looked good, but knew her husband treated her like a maid. She had been cooking all weekend, taking care of her children, and her husband had been nowhere to be seen. I approached her and said, “You need to take a break. You’ve been working your tail off.” I took a heavy bundle she had been carrying and took it out to the car she had been loading.

When I returned to the kitchen, she came up to me and gave me a tight hug to thank me. My dick immediately hardened and pressed into her stomach. The feel of her rubenesque body against mine felt fantastic. I held on, enjoying the feel of a woman that needed to be touched. I knew she felt me pressing into her because I felt her pressing back.

“You’ve been such a dear, always being helpful this weekend. Stop by the house this week, and I’ll find a way to repay you.” Then Michelle gave me a kiss that turned sloppy as our tongues probed each other’s mouths. I was now wanting to bend her over and fuck here from behind. But we untangled. My dick was as hard as stone and tenting my slacks. She looked down at my crotch and smiled, reached down and rearranged my dick so it wasn’t so obviously sticking out. We had been lucky no one had walked in on us.

I was dazed and dizzy and horny. I felt as if I had never had such large and spongy tits pressed against me.

After getting home that evening, I casually found out from my parents that Michelle and her family lived only a few minutes away, down a secluded county road. I also found out that Michelle’s husband worked in the next town over and on the night shift at a warehouse.

I was now obsessing over her. And as I thought of the other women at the revival, I wondered if they all were in need of some physical, sinful attention.

Two days later I got home from running errands for my folks. My mother called me.

“What’s up, mom?”

“Honey, I got a call from sister Michelle a few minutes ago. She was wondering if you could help her with a problem she’s having getting her car started. Her husband’s at work, and she couldn’t think of anyone else to call that’s close by.”

My mind was racing, but I tried to act calm.

“Mom, did she say when I should come over?”

“Anytime you want. Her mother is watching her kids, so you should probably go now.”

Now my mind was really racing. Michelle wouldn’t be occupied with her kids when I visited.

“Okay, let me change and I’ll head over.”

Twenty minutes later, I was knocking on her door.

“Come in. The doors open,” I heard her call out.

I walked into her house and closed the door behind me.

“Come on back here, I’m in kitchen.”

When I saw her, I thought my head would explode. She was dressed in a slutty, tightfitting tube top that outlined and showed off her full tits. She had on tight jeans and was wearing three inch, open toed heels. She had immaculately manicured hands and feet with my favorite blood red color. I had only seen her in church with no makeup, but she had red lipstick and had expertly used makeup to enhance her y look. I expected no one had ever seen her dressed like this in church.

She walked up to me and wasted no time putting her arms around my neck. We leaned into each other and kissed passionately. I couldn’t help myself as my right hand started kneading her breasts. I quickly pulled down her top and started kissing her tits. I could see veins running under her pale skin and could see stretch marks from where her breasts had swelled with milk.

We pulled apart, and she took my hand. She looked me in the eye and said, “You are always so helpful. I wanted to show you that your help doesn’t go unnoticed and be the first to thank you. But I may not be the last.” At the time, her comment made no sense to me.

We got to her bedroom, the one shared with her God fearing husband, and she asked me if I could do something for her.

“Absolutely.”

She smiled. “I want you to do what I say, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Undress me, slowly.”

She stepped away and I placed my hands to the side of her breasts, and grasping her top, I pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Then I unbuttoned her jeans, hooked my thumbs on belt loops, and pulled them down over her hips until they pooled around her feet. She stepped away, keeping her y heels on. She still had on a frilly thong panty. I pulled them down and stuffed it into my pocket. I resolved to keep them as a souvenir of my first fuck with her.

“Now undress,” Michelle ordered.

I pulled off my Tshirt, dropped my cargo shorts and briefs and pulled off my sandals. I was naked and my six and a half inches of cock stood straight out.

“Now I’m going to suck you, okay?”

Michelle looked at me with hungry eyes and slowly dropped to her knees. She grabbed my cock at the base and started sucking me into her creamy lips and wet mouth. I knew I could last a while because I had masturbated at home before coming to Michelle’s. I thought this might happen and I wanted to last long enough to make her think of me when she shared herself with her husband. I had stroked my dick, hoping for this moment to take place.

Michelle sucked and licked better than anyone had ever blown me. I wrapped my hands in her hair and started slowly face her. She had absolutely no gag reflex and looked at me while my cock stuffed her mouth. But after a couple of minutes, she pulled away from me with drool flowing from her mouth.

“My turn, eat me,” she growled.

I love religious women…

(End of Part 1)