Growing up as a Pastor's Son Pt. 04

I had a month until graduation from High School. Here I was, 18 and no longer a virgin, the new master of my home, and both parents. The real oddity lay in the fact that my world had totally flip upside down. If this were a dream, please god, do not wake me. With every sex act and orgasm experienced my confidence grew and washed away any shyness. I walked down the main school hall on my way to history class. It was more out of habit than not, because I carried a 4.0 GPA along with my advance studies for college submissions. I could have easily skipped out of all my classes, but I did like school. And it was a place to go.

“Jerry,” I called out to my best friend.

He stopped, turned and smiled. “What’s up, Ryan?” He walked over to meet me and glanced down at my swelling cock in my pants.

We looked around and entered the vacant chemistry lab, closed the door. The streaming sunlight through the large windows lit the room. Jerry without a word dropped to his knees and fished out my semi-hard cock. He peered up to me for approval. Who says no to a blow job?

I nodded and leaned my shoulders against the cool painted cinder blocked wall adjacent the heavy wooden door.

He unfastened my jeans and pulled them off my body. Naked from the waist down, he gulped my hard cock into his wet mouth and down his willing throat. He took over 8 inches of my 11 inches between his hungry lips.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Jerry you suck dick better than anyone I know.”

“Liar,” he pulled off my cock and giggled between slurps and continued bobbing his head up and down my thick shaft. He cupped my balls into his left hand and played with them. Spitting onto his right fingers he quickly massage my asshole. He sucked me for over 5 minutes. His suction blowjob competed with a hoover vacuum cleaner and as noisy.

I felt my balls blistering with cum, tingling, and ready to erupt. I spread my legs, crouched lower, feeding him more of my cock until my balls slapped his chin, and wiggled my butt.

He shoved his middle finger deep into my virgin asshole and I spurted furiously into his mouth. “You fucking faggot… how I love your mouth, Jerry,” I groaned as shot after shot filled his mouth. He greedily swallowed every drop.

“You are such a fucking cock sucking slut, Jerry,” I slid sown the wall sitting on my bare ass. The old tile floor was cold. My cock jumped.

“Thank you, Master,” Jerry whispered as he licked my balls and cock clean. “You like being finger-fucked, huh?”

“Yes,” sighed. “Who doesn’t?’ I laughed.

“May I fuck your tight virgin ass soon, Master,” Jerry said still jerking my deflated cock in his hands.

“We’ll see, but for now you have something very important to do.”

“What’s that, Master?”

“My mom said to meet her at noon. She wants you to cream all three of her holes today, and she has a surprise for you,” I told him.

A huge smile grew on his face. “I have waited so long for this,” he said and stood.

I reached out to his waist, yanked his gym shorts down, and pulled out his hard dick. I kissed his cock head, licking around the crown, and quickly sucked his cock helmet into my mouth. it felt so wonderful and natural. Pre-cum flowed across my tongue and down my throat. He tasted amazingly — not too salty and mildly sweet. I sucked him for about thirty seconds and released his dick.

“When you are done with that bitch, I want to suck any remaining cum out of your balls, Jerry.”

“Queer,” he said with a grin.

“Ass Slut,” I replied. And I slapped his firm butt. We dressed and he left leaving me in the lab.

It was 10:35 a.m. when Jerry left me behind in the chemistry lab, and I decided to hangout to contemplate all that had happened today. Did I really kiss his cock and suck his fleshy helmet? Yep, I sure the fuck did. Did I tell my very best friend I wanted to suck him dry after he fucked my own mother? Yep, I sure the fuck did. Did I truly enjoy being finger-fucked in my ass? Yep, I sure the fuck did.

I walked to the far back and entered the equipment room, found an abandoned office chair and sat. I dozed for what I thought was only minutes to realize I slept over an hour. Then I heard the lab room door open and what seemed to be sobs. Quietly I tiptoed and peeked into the lab from the equipment room.

The prim and proper Miss Anne Cantor had entered the lab crying, closing the door and engaging the dead bolt behind her. She was my English teacher and one of dad’s Sunday school instructors. Miss Cantor had always been nice to me, but not overly friendly. Nor did I ever she her act anyway other than professional with anyone. She appeared to be a complete plain-Jane, no makeup, no short dresses or profanity. Her long red hair flowed down her back to the tops of her hips. I loved the way her delicate green eyes glistened in the light. But her frumpy dresses hid any type of body curves she had if any. Still, here she was weeping uncontrollably into her small hands and slender fingers. I saw her body shaking and sway.

“Oh, God, please give me strength to endure this evil man,” she wept out loud.

I was so thankful that the lab walls were thick and the room sound-proof.

“I need this job… how could he threaten me like this… why would he… I can’t give in to him,” she sobbed the more. “Sweet Jesus you know I have saved myself for the man of my dreams, my lover who I have prayed for you to send to me… Oh, God where is my champion and my lover?” She fell gently to her knees in prayer.

My mind had crossed over into the dark side of sexual conquest days ago, but was I so black-hearted I could take advantage of this poor woman. A woman who has never said an unkind word to anyone I know of. My cock got hard.

Then I heard the name.

“You corrupt bastard of a man, Jake Harvey…if I give in to your lustful demands, you may take my body, but you will never own my soul or heart,” she whispered. “Oh, God… please send me help… please, Lord,” she released a fervent prayer into the cosmos.

I don’t know if God received the prayer, but I heard it and reached out, in both mind and soul, and decided what I must do. As I walked silently out into the lab, circled around to the rear of Miss Cantor I stopped behind her stooped body – she knelt mere inches from me. I gently lay my hand on her right shoulder.

She jumped, and whipped her head around flashing an expression filled with expectation of seeing heavenly angels come to her aid, but she only saw me.

“Oh… I thought…how… Ryan… what are you doing…,” she said as she wiped tears from her swollen eyes. She attempted to stand and I held her down compassionately placing both my hands on her shoulders. She did not resist.

“It is okay, Miss Cantor,” I assured her. “Please tell me what’s wrong?”

“No… I can’t… you’re a student… I must not,” she replied.

I went for broke. “I may be able to help you out with the principal, if you tell me.”

“What… you heard?”

“Yep, I was taking a nap in the equipment room. You came in and well…” I let my words hang. Then said, “What if I could make sure he never came anywhere near you sexually. And kept your job.”

“You… how?” she said with a glimmer of hope. Then she retreated emotionally back into her shell and sadly said, “You’re just a kid, a high school student in my class.”

“No, Miss Cantor I’m an adult. I have my ways, but first, tell me what he has on you.”

She stared into my eyes, “Maybe you are the answer to my prayers.” She touched my hand lightly.

When she touched my skin with her soft fingers the hair on the back of my neck stood. “I don’t know about the partnership god and I have, but I am here, and there is nobody else.”

She turned around and sat cross-legged facing me as I sat down in front of her. She smoothed out her skirt revealing only the calves of her legs and lower.

Anne Cantor began, “About seven months ago my mother had her annual physical. She has cancer. We decided it best for her to move in with me. That was three months ago. The doctors gave her little hope,” She explained. “With her limited health care they simply told her to go home and settle her affairs… those greedy motherfuckers.” Anne broke down again and openly wept.

Scooting closer to her, I moved forward and held her. She wrapped her arms around me. Caressing this poor distraught woman in my embrace made me want to really help her. As she cried her body trembled, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tits were not small. My mind began to wander, as I rubbed her back attempting to console her. I felt the wide band of her bra stretched across her back. The full firmness if her melons sent a direct message to my groin. My cock stiffened.

I fought against my growing erection. I lost that battle, and continued to caress my teacher.

“It’s going to be fine, Miss Cantor. I am here with you,” I said. “You are not alone.”

Anne stopped crying and pulled away slightly and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Ryan.” She said and then continued. “I have been helping with her bills. It has nearly bankrupted me. Then we heard about a test drug for her type of cancer. We pooled all of our resources and I took a second mortgage on my house…” she paused removing her arms from my sides and rest them on my thighs. “It wasn’t nearly enough.”

My cock swelled and felt like it wanted to split my jeans from her warm hands.

“Please continue,” I said struggling with my words.

“I spoke with Mr. Harvey and gave him all of the terrible details…I offered to work more, extra instructions…” she said then added, “Don’t you see, Ryan I need this job… the money helps to keep my mom alive… I can’t lose her. Harvey threatened me. He said if I did not fuck him, and become his personal whore, he would fire me.”

Anne Cantor lowered her body and put her head into my lap — directly on top of my hard cock. She rubbed the right side of her face in small circles on my hard-on. She had to know it. Not even a virgin is that stupid not to know.

“Ryan, are you hard because of me,” she whispered not moving her face from my lap or my hard cock..