Feeling something odd, she stopped what she was doing. Pastor Dan was rubbing something delightful across her pussy. It was too big to be a finger, and it couldn’t be his tongue with the way he was standing.
Her eyes shot open as he rubbed the tip of his cock across her wet and hungry pussy. He started to push as she jumped up and off the bed, drawing Amanda from her reverie as she stared at Pastor Dan.
“What… what?” she stammered.
“Get back on the bed, slut,” Master ordered. Sam shook her head angrily.
He walked over to her and slapped her breasts, causing her to wince and moan.
“Get on the bed or I’ll punish you again,” he said.
Sam, never one to swear, shook her head and spat, “Fuck you.”
“Dan,” Amanda said. “We talked about this. She’s not ready for that.”
He sighed and glared at Amanda. “Sam…”
“No!” she said. Turning, she started to get dressed.
“Sweetheart,” he said. “It’s all a game. Please don’t be upset.”
Sam shook her head, still angry.
“Please don’t leave upset at me,” he begged. “I crossed the line, I’m sorry.” He turned her around and kissed her on the forehead. “I just got so turned on that I couldn’t help it.”
She continued to glare at him, but her gaze softened a bit.
“Please,” he said. “Just finish me off and we can talk about what happened.”
Still irritated, she shook her head and continued to get dressed.
He sighed. “I guess you don’t care about me after all.”
Sam turned, her heart breaking when she heard his plea.
“Of course I care,” she said. “I just… I told you… I… didn’t agree to have sex with you.”
He shook his head. “I know. I couldn’t help myself. You looked so sexy and beautiful there, I crossed a line. I’m so, so sorry.”
She frowned, not expecting his heartfelt apology. Turning, she stopped getting dressed. Dan was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. Amanda was beside him, stroking and rubbing his back.
Sighing, she stepped back over to him and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry I got upset,” she said. “I’m not going to have sex until I’m married.”
He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have tried. I understand if you want to leave.”
She shook her head, kissing his cheek and sliding to the floor in front of him. He smiled then, drawing her face up to his erection and pressing her lips down his shaft forcibly. He groaned, laying back on the bed as Sam started to give him a hurried blowjob. Her lips slid down his shaft, again and again until he was wriggling in the way he did just before he came.
He stood then and pulled his cock free, jerking it off in front of her. She briefly wondered why he was doing that before he started to cum, coating her face with stream after stream of sticky goo. She sat there, stunned and unable to move as he started to cum on her face and in her hair. Finally, able to recover, he slid from the bed and got his clothes on.
“Get her up and get the little slut out of my house,” he said.
Amanda stood and started to protest. “Dan…” she said.
“Out,” he said in a tone that left no room for doubt as to his intent.
Amanda nodded, frowning. “Come on,” she said.
Dan wasn’t finished though, and came back over. “Next time, we’re talking about how we move forward from here,” he said.
Sam, still stunned and not sure of how to proceed or move, sat there. Amanda went and got a towel and began to wipe the young woman down. Seemingly in a daze, she got dressed with her help and walked towards the door. Amanda kissed her, but Sam didn’t return it, and left the young wife standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face.
Sam drove home, still stunned that he’d done that. He’d actually had the audacity to cum on her face after she was pissed off at him.
“That… motherfucker…” she said, uncharacteristically. Her face burned red with anger and something else she couldn’t identify. She began to feel something deep within her, but didn’t know what it was. Driving home quickly, she went to her room and sat on the bed in silence as she processed what had happened.
Had she been wrong to deny him? Had he really been so worked up and enamored of the way she looked that he couldn’t control himself? Maybe she was in the wrong for snapping at him when all he was doing was acting on instinct.
“No,” she said out loud, shaking her head. She wasn’t going to compromise her morals anymore than she already had. Sex wasn’t going to happen. She sighed again, brushing a tear away. Then, she realized all at once what she was feeling.
Shame.
Sam started crying then, turning over and grasping her pillow. She softly sobbed into it, reaching for a blanket and wrapping herself in it. She saw her phone buzzing and glanced at it. There here half a dozen texts from Amanda. She reached over and turned it off.
Clutching her pillow, she wondered how she’d gotten to where she was. She’d just wanted to help him!
Samantha continued to weep softly into her pillow, well into the late afternoon.
*****
Alex
Thrilled beyond description that Sally had been more than okay with what had happened with her and Dane, Alex went and showered after her fun night and then went and peeked in her own room. She smiled and slid into bed, seeing it empty for once. After a long and satisfying nap, she texted Ben and the guys, seeing what was up.
“We miss you!” Bear said.
Alex giggled, sending them a picture of herself naked. “That will have to hold you guys until I see you again,” she said.
Ben had gotten back from family vacation a few days ago and was relaxing at home. Bear and Eric were bored and horny, by their own admission. She promised she’d come over and see them later that day.
Sliding out of bed, she got dressed and went to check on Toni, but she wasn’t home. Leaving Toni’s room, she gathered her things and went to go work out. When she returned a couple of hours later, she saw Sam leaving, but she didn’t seem to acknowledge Alex, even when she waved and said hi.
Shrugging internally, Alex went back upstairs and took a quick shower to wash off all the sweat. Hopping out of the shower, she dried her hair and then got dressed. Heading downstairs, she saw her dad on the couch and went to snuggle with him and watch some TV.
One action movie later, she gave her dad a kiss and stood, heading back upstairs. Feeling bored and wanting some human contact, she checked but none of her siblings were home. She figured that Sam might be up for some conversation, so she went and knocked quietly on Sam’s door before she cracked it open.
Sam didn’t answer, but Alex saw that she was in her room.
Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was a mess, but Sam was there. Clutching her pillow, she was laying on her bed crying softly.
“Sam?” Alex called. “What’s wrong?”
Sam jerked in surprise as Alex spoke, accidentally startling her.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing,” she said, turning over.
Alex, obviously sensing that that wasn’t the case, entered and locked the door. Moving over, she slid up behind Sam and quietly began to stroke her hair. Her sister, sensing that Alex wasn’t going to leave, turned over and nuzzled against Alex’s chest, still softly weeping.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Alex asked, softly stroking her sister’s hair. Her fingers kept running into tangles though, and she tried working through them.
“No,” Sam said softly.
She lifted a strand of Sam’s hair up and saw a dried clump of something in it. Her face scrunched up in confusion, she sat back a little and looked at Sam directly. Her sister had tear streaks running down her face, but there were dried splotches of something else. It was all over her face and in several spots in her hair.
“What is…” Alex asked, but then her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.
“OH MY GOD!” she thought, suddenly realizing what was covering her sister’s face and hair.
Alex sat back, slid backwards off the bed and backed into Sam’s desk.
Sam turned to look at her, confused. She wiped a tear away.
“Samantha…” Alex stammered. “Sweetheart were you raped?” She immediately went back to the bed and took Sam’s hand as she turned to sit on her rear and look at Sam confused.
“What?” she asked. “No,” she said. “I… I don’t think so.”
“Sam, you’re covered in dried semen,” Alex said, holding Sam’s hand tighter.
Sam looked up at her, her eyes going wide. Sliding from the bed she looked into the mirror above her dresser and sighed, her shoulders slumping.
Alex knew that her sister wasn’t in any mood to talk at the moment, so she stood and took her hand. “Come on,” she said, pulling gently.
Sam turned and followed as Alex led her to the bathroom. She seemed to sink into a silence then, crying softly. Luckily, no one else was home at that moment, so Alex stripped her sister down and helped her get into the shower. Stripping down herself, she stepped in and helped Samantha wash up. As she turned her around, she saw bruises on her breasts. She didn’t say anything though, saving it for the inevitable conversation.
After a few minutes, she had Samantha clean and the two stepped out. Sam sullenly went about drying herself, so Alex rushed through the process and started to help her do that. After the two finished, Alex got back in the clothes she had on and led Sam back to her room.
Sitting Sam on the bed, Alex went and got her a comfortable shirt, one of her real dad’s old ones that she kept to sleep in, and then helped her slide on some panties and some shorts. Sam kissed the fabric of the large shirt of her real father’s and slid it on. Turning, she slid into bed and sat up at the headboard as Alex joined her.
A few quiet moments passed before Alex started asking questions.
“Samantha,” she said. “Who… who did whatever happened to you. Was it Keith?”
Samantha looked at her and rolled her eyes. “Keith is so timid and bland, he wouldn’t have the guts to do anything to me without me telling him to.”