He Followed Jesus... Into My Bed (Chapter 4)
(THIS IS CHAPTER 4! IF THE LAST CHAPTER YOU READ WAS CHAPTER 3 OR CHAPTER 2, MAKE SURE YOU READ CHAPTER 3 AND THEN READ THIS ONE! IF YOU HAVENT READ ANY CHAPTERS YET READ CHAPTER 1 FIRST AND THEN THE REST! THANKS!)
I was stunned and confused as I lay there on the table with John John propped up over me. My head was pounding in time with John's wild but gentle pushes into my most womanly area. I was a virgin, and I had been all my life! All I had ever done was a little bit of innocent cuddling with a local boy, and that was only because he started crying; even Jesus would have done whatever he had to to cheer him up! I knew that God wanted me to stay officially a virgin until I was married, though, and I always felt happy and fulfilled following His wishes. Yet here I was with my bare back flat on the sensual pinewood of the dinner table listening to John the Apostle whisper his love for me as he plunged into me again and again like a baby bear's paw into a warm honeypot. And it felt right! I could swear that I heard angels and the holy spirit telling me that I was doing the right thing. But how? I had to ask John.
"Is this... is this right?" I choked out with choppy, labored breath. I was a little worried, but John's comforting smile and loving, tickling caress along my side made me feel better instantly. "We're... we're not even married..." I muttered.
John slowed his pace and wrapped his long, strong fingers around the back of my neck affectionately, I felt safe and comfortable like a baby kitten being carried by its mom. "Are you sure about that, Miss Martha?" John said. "Don't you remember the little boy who came to town 10 years ago and played with you while your mom was cooking Pass-over dinner?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed silently as it all came back in a rush of memory. I had met John once long ago when we were both children, and we had played house! "But, what does it mean, John John?" I muddled out, still trying to put the pieces together, but knowing that my feeling about John had been right all along.
"We were playing husband and wife, and we did a little ceremony by the Old maple, remember?" John intoned. He dismounted me and I felt as empty as a horse whose rider had stopped for lunch. I lifted up my hips just slightly without thinking about it, subconsciously bringing my well closer to his thirsty, panting stallion. Solidly John sat at a chair next to the table. Using his two fingers, index and middle, spread in a V Shape (author's note: like a "peace sign") he closed my eyelids. Then he trailed his fingers down my face, over my neck, then traced my collarbone like an expert artist. I could feeel his powerful, sensitive elbow glance against my upright thighs as his fingers traced tiny, thrilling circles on my wind-bared chest. "Apostles are chosen from birth......." John started out, patiently stroking MY parts as I put the parts of his STORY together! :)
A great peace settled on me as my poor brain finally caught up to my heart! "So even when you were 11, you were technically a minister................ and that means the ceremony......................... was for real........" I purred............ Now I knew were that warmth in my lap and that heart-craving had come from when I saw John. We had been married all along, and my honeymoon had been waiting for 10 years! Now that I knew the truth, I was perfectly in sync with my handsome, bare-chested, loving Apostle husband. Without a word, I spun over onto my belly, spread my knees to the side of the table, and lifted my waiting rear end above the height of my head. John John knew exactly what to do. He cupped his hand over the ripening twin fruits of my womanhood, rolling the nipples between his fingertips the way that other girls did for themselves when they touched their own bodies and dreamet of their future husbands. Then he rubbed his hand over my thin, girlish belly and down between the thighs that were now as familiar to him as an old sweater. Still he sat in the chair, his fiery, passionate eyes locked on mine while the hand between my legs played me like a fiddle. "This is the wedding night we've both saved ourselves for," John said. "No more worrying about going all the way... tonight you're going to lose your virginity without having The Act clouded by guilt or slutty sexual desire. Your Virginity Pledge is complete, and your reward is to share your first time with your husband AND with Jesus. Let us pray." My eyes were already closed as I ground the sensitive upper part of my puffy girl-part against John's finger (to make it wet which helps with conception). John closed his eyes and I prayed for the last time as an official virgin (since John didn't finish doing it with me before).
Heavenly father, we are about to make love the way you planned for a husband and wife
But we know that as my husband puts his penis inside me
It is only a symbol of our commitment to married life
And of your sweet, sweet love for your Church.
Please smile down on Martha
As she finally loses the virginity she has guarded so long
Watch her like the father she never had
And smile to her approvingly as she lets ONLY her loving John John
Into her pearly gates
Just the same way that we hope to enter your pearly gates, beloved Jesus, someday soon.
Amen.
With that final Amen, my breathing skipped and I moaned as I kissed John's palm with my wife-lips and left the nectar of our love smeared upon his hand. That feeling, which meant only loneliness and religious confusion for other, single girls who gave it to themselves with a finger or two, was heaven to me, because it meant I was ready for my rock-solid, strong-backed John to stand behind me and finish the job that his slender, pianist's hand had started. I couldn't see John behind me as he entered me. I could only feel his warm, perfectly smooth and slightly damp member find my appropriate opening. Once our two bodies were lined up, John stepped forward, causing his long, love-inflamed piston to slide into my body. He pushed and pushed, making the sturdy pinewood table creak in rhythm with our lovemaking. Sensing somehow that the time was close, I began swinging by behind around, up and down and from side to side, slowly as first but then less slowly and finally fast. John rested his thick, powerful but slender forearm on my back and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready, Miss Martha?"
"Yes, John John, yes! Take my virginity!" I shouted, forgetting that I could be heard by Mary in the other room and by my fluffy cat Max in the corner. John moaned and groaned furiously and pressed all the way to the end of my tunnel, I could tell that he was ejaculating, expelling semen by sensually contracting the strong muscles surrounding his penis. I was happy, shocked, exhausted and romantic all at once... I never thought that a simple pasta dinner with my old chum John John would lead me to gain a husband an dlose my virginity all in one night! I got off the table and walked up to John, he looked at my sheepishly as his tight, svelte and sinewy naked body rose and fell with heavy breath and his veiny, no-longer-virginal hardness stuck straight out from his hips. I hugged him, pressing our love-drenched undressed bodies together. He kissed me lightly, then pulled his head away only to come in and kiss me again, then again, then again, the bird-pecking motion on his head showing me with repeated kisses. I smiled and silently thanked the Lord as he pecked away... for giving me the perfect man and the perfect wedding night all thanks to John John, my favorite Apostle.
I was stunned and confused as I lay there on the table with John John propped up over me. My head was pounding in time with John's wild but gentle pushes into my most womanly area. I was a virgin, and I had been all my life! All I had ever done was a little bit of innocent cuddling with a local boy, and that was only because he started crying; even Jesus would have done whatever he had to to cheer him up! I knew that God wanted me to stay officially a virgin until I was married, though, and I always felt happy and fulfilled following His wishes. Yet here I was with my bare back flat on the sensual pinewood of the dinner table listening to John the Apostle whisper his love for me as he plunged into me again and again like a baby bear's paw into a warm honeypot. And it felt right! I could swear that I heard angels and the holy spirit telling me that I was doing the right thing. But how? I had to ask John.
"Is this... is this right?" I choked out with choppy, labored breath. I was a little worried, but John's comforting smile and loving, tickling caress along my side made me feel better instantly. "We're... we're not even married..." I muttered.
John slowed his pace and wrapped his long, strong fingers around the back of my neck affectionately, I felt safe and comfortable like a baby kitten being carried by its mom. "Are you sure about that, Miss Martha?" John said. "Don't you remember the little boy who came to town 10 years ago and played with you while your mom was cooking Pass-over dinner?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed silently as it all came back in a rush of memory. I had met John once long ago when we were both children, and we had played house! "But, what does it mean, John John?" I muddled out, still trying to put the pieces together, but knowing that my feeling about John had been right all along.
"We were playing husband and wife, and we did a little ceremony by the Old maple, remember?" John intoned. He dismounted me and I felt as empty as a horse whose rider had stopped for lunch. I lifted up my hips just slightly without thinking about it, subconsciously bringing my well closer to his thirsty, panting stallion. Solidly John sat at a chair next to the table. Using his two fingers, index and middle, spread in a V Shape (author's note: like a "peace sign") he closed my eyelids. Then he trailed his fingers down my face, over my neck, then traced my collarbone like an expert artist. I could feeel his powerful, sensitive elbow glance against my upright thighs as his fingers traced tiny, thrilling circles on my wind-bared chest. "Apostles are chosen from birth......." John started out, patiently stroking MY parts as I put the parts of his STORY together! :)
A great peace settled on me as my poor brain finally caught up to my heart! "So even when you were 11, you were technically a minister................ and that means the ceremony......................... was for real........" I purred............ Now I knew were that warmth in my lap and that heart-craving had come from when I saw John. We had been married all along, and my honeymoon had been waiting for 10 years! Now that I knew the truth, I was perfectly in sync with my handsome, bare-chested, loving Apostle husband. Without a word, I spun over onto my belly, spread my knees to the side of the table, and lifted my waiting rear end above the height of my head. John John knew exactly what to do. He cupped his hand over the ripening twin fruits of my womanhood, rolling the nipples between his fingertips the way that other girls did for themselves when they touched their own bodies and dreamet of their future husbands. Then he rubbed his hand over my thin, girlish belly and down between the thighs that were now as familiar to him as an old sweater. Still he sat in the chair, his fiery, passionate eyes locked on mine while the hand between my legs played me like a fiddle. "This is the wedding night we've both saved ourselves for," John said. "No more worrying about going all the way... tonight you're going to lose your virginity without having The Act clouded by guilt or slutty sexual desire. Your Virginity Pledge is complete, and your reward is to share your first time with your husband AND with Jesus. Let us pray." My eyes were already closed as I ground the sensitive upper part of my puffy girl-part against John's finger (to make it wet which helps with conception). John closed his eyes and I prayed for the last time as an official virgin (since John didn't finish doing it with me before).
Heavenly father, we are about to make love the way you planned for a husband and wife
But we know that as my husband puts his penis inside me
It is only a symbol of our commitment to married life
And of your sweet, sweet love for your Church.
Please smile down on Martha
As she finally loses the virginity she has guarded so long
Watch her like the father she never had
And smile to her approvingly as she lets ONLY her loving John John
Into her pearly gates
Just the same way that we hope to enter your pearly gates, beloved Jesus, someday soon.
Amen.
With that final Amen, my breathing skipped and I moaned as I kissed John's palm with my wife-lips and left the nectar of our love smeared upon his hand. That feeling, which meant only loneliness and religious confusion for other, single girls who gave it to themselves with a finger or two, was heaven to me, because it meant I was ready for my rock-solid, strong-backed John to stand behind me and finish the job that his slender, pianist's hand had started. I couldn't see John behind me as he entered me. I could only feel his warm, perfectly smooth and slightly damp member find my appropriate opening. Once our two bodies were lined up, John stepped forward, causing his long, love-inflamed piston to slide into my body. He pushed and pushed, making the sturdy pinewood table creak in rhythm with our lovemaking. Sensing somehow that the time was close, I began swinging by behind around, up and down and from side to side, slowly as first but then less slowly and finally fast. John rested his thick, powerful but slender forearm on my back and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready, Miss Martha?"
"Yes, John John, yes! Take my virginity!" I shouted, forgetting that I could be heard by Mary in the other room and by my fluffy cat Max in the corner. John moaned and groaned furiously and pressed all the way to the end of my tunnel, I could tell that he was ejaculating, expelling semen by sensually contracting the strong muscles surrounding his penis. I was happy, shocked, exhausted and romantic all at once... I never thought that a simple pasta dinner with my old chum John John would lead me to gain a husband an dlose my virginity all in one night! I got off the table and walked up to John, he looked at my sheepishly as his tight, svelte and sinewy naked body rose and fell with heavy breath and his veiny, no-longer-virginal hardness stuck straight out from his hips. I hugged him, pressing our love-drenched undressed bodies together. He kissed me lightly, then pulled his head away only to come in and kiss me again, then again, then again, the bird-pecking motion on his head showing me with repeated kisses. I smiled and silently thanked the Lord as he pecked away... for giving me the perfect man and the perfect wedding night all thanks to John John, my favorite Apostle.