A hot little masturbation tale
"Original Sin" by Annie Chanse
“In Genesis chapter six, verse five,” the voice of the preacher boomed, “God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.” As Meaka watched, the preacher swabbed his forehead with a patchy white handkerchief. His hair was dripping sweat, and his face was bright red with exertion. She noted the rings of sweat under his armpits and the shirt that was coming untucked, stretching over his ample belly.
“Sin! Sin! Ladies and gentlemen, God saw wickedness and evil thoughts!” Somehow, Meaka noticed, he managed to turn evil into a three syllable word. “God saw sin! And the wages of sin,” he paused - for emphasis or to catch his breath, Meaka wasn’t sure - “the wages of sin, my brothers and sisters, is death!”
The congregation began a chorus of Amens and Hallelujahs. Meaka looked around at all the women fanning themselves with little retractable fans and the men twisting, looking decidedly uncomfortable in their slacks and button-down shirts.
Meaka was bored, with a capital B. She had never been much on church. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in God, she did. She just hated coming to a crowded room with no air conditioning, sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench, and listening to a disgusting, overweight man tell her all the reasons she was going to hell. She was only 18. She had plenty of years to repent for her sins when she hit her forties.
Hiding a yawn behind her hand, Meaka silently cursed her mother for making her bring her younger brother to church today. Sammy absolutely refused to miss a Sunday school service, and as her mother had a nasty case of the tummy bugs, it was Meaka’s designated duty to bring him. She looked down at herself; she did look damned sexy in her little black church dress. It wasn’t indecent, but it did hug her curves nicely, and it might have showed just a little too much thigh to be appropriate, but it had been the best she had in a pinch.
“From the moment that Eve took the first nibble from the fruit of the tree of life, we were damned, Brothers and Sisters!”
Meaka rolled her eyes. Even in church, it was always the woman’s fault. Even the holy men are pigs, she thought to herself.
Her back became rigid as she felt someone’s fingertips trail across her neck. Turning, wide-eyed, she met the face of a beautiful young man, perhaps a few years older than herself.
“Nice freckle,” he whispered and continued on to his seat at the end of Meaka’s pew.
Meaka smirked. She did have a sexy little freckle on the inside of her left thigh. She assumed the man must have been coming from the bathroom and noticed her checking out her thighs. She turned to look at him, and he winked at her. Crossing her legs, she turned slightly in his direction, giving him a better view of that tantalizing little freckle. He grinned appreciatively. She felt herself getting wet and excited and smiled to herself, feeling absolutely decadent.
Flicking her tongue over her lips, she looked around. The two of them were the only ones in their pew, and the next three pews in front of them were empty, as well. Everyone else had sat as near the front of the altar as they could. She turned back towards the man and ran a finger from her knee to the inside of her thigh. She felt a surge of wetness underneath her dress. Mirroring her own gesture, the man licked his lips as well. She noticed him shifting positions slightly, almost imperceptibly adjusting his cock in his pants.
Another quick glance around the room showed Meaka that no one was watching. She reached up and shimmied out of her panties, swiftly cramming them into her purse. She thought she could see a bulge in the young man’s pants, but he was really too far down the pew for her to be sure. Reaching up under her skirt, she began thumbing her clit, rubbing her index finger along her slick lips.
“Brothers and Sisters, we were born into sin! And only one thing can save us from leaving this world in the same cesspool of sin we entered in! Jesus, ladies and gentlemen! Jesus! Only through the acceptance of the son will we be able to enter into the gates of eternal paradise!” Paradise was another one of those dragging words that turned into four syllables.
Meaka rubbed her clit faster, adding more pressure. She saw the man’s eyes riveted on her, unable to look away. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, slipping two fingers into her cunt and bucking her hips very gently. Her hand explored her pussy, thumbing her clit, fingering her wet hole, tugging slightly on the little tufts of pubic hair she left on her lips. Her breathing was coming in shorter pants, and she scooted down on the pew a bit to get a better angle.
She locked eyes with the stranger at the end of the pew and saw him licking his lips, wiping sweat from his brow.
As she felt herself nearing climax, she slipped into her old habit - the technique she knew would get her off hard and fast. Her breasts were heaving as she buried her thumb in her clit, roughly and quickly making circular motions and used her fingers to simultaneously pull her pussy lips up and down. Her vision blurred; her eyes always watered during an orgasm, and she shuddered. She came without penetration, her muscles contracting and releasing in time with her heartbeat. She could faintly smell the musky scent of her juices.
She blinked away the water in her eyes and smiled at the strange man who had watched her pleasure herself, idly wondering if he was going to return the favor and put on a show for her.
“Miss Baker! Do you have a testimony to give today? Would you like to repent and ask for forgiveness for anything this Sunday morning?” The preacher looked at her sternly.
She stood and smiled smugly. “No sir,” she said with a smile. “I don’t believe I can think of anything today.” And she walked out of the sanctuary and into the bathroom to clean herself up.
Originally published January 2010