Sasha Goes to a Tent Revival
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Chapter 2: The Night Before the Revival
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Night Before the Revival - Hot young Sasha, who has learned how to use her body for pleasure and profit at the trailer park, is taken to a tent revival by her mother, who hopes the famous preacher can somehow rescue her daughter from her life as a young hooker.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Oral Sex Clergy Prostitution
Returning to the hotel after the dirty sex session with the Reverend Tex Tanner, Sasha was ready for a swim in the hotel pool to rinse off the sweat and cum that she was covered with from her multiple sex sessions over the long day.
When she got back to her room, her ma tried to question her about how her session with the preacher had gone, but Sasha gave her the silent treatment. She told her only that she was thinking about what the preacher had said to her. This pleased her ma, and it wasn’t wholly a lie. She was thinking about what he said, and she was also planning to make some more money tomorrow- without even having to spread her legs.
She quickly rinsed off in her room, and told her ma she was going to the pool after their short conversation. She slipped out of her filthy camisole and cutoffs, and put on her little green bikini, which barely contained her torpedo tits, and just barely covered her clean-shaven pussy, with a g-string in back that fully exposed the firm muscles of her tight teenage ass. Her ma sighed as she saw the dirty display her daughter presented, but figured it wasn’t worth arguing, and besides, there wouldn’t be many people at the hotel pool after dinner to see her scantily clad daughter. She was mostly right.
The only people at the pool were two teenagers, about Sasha’s age, who were splashing about in the pool while their father sat on a lounge chair, reading a paperback, and paying little attention to the teenagers. The girls wore swimsuits that were considerably less revealing than Sasha’s sexy bikini, but the two sported skinny young bodies with budding tits and firm, tight asses. They would be perfect for a public healing and a private prayer session, thought Sasha. So Sasha started talking to the girls, and found out they were there for the same reason she was; Their parents wanted to “heal” their wicked ways and cure them of their “unholy” obsession with boys and sex.
“Omigod,” Sasha exclaimed. “What is it with our parents, and their obsession with stopping us from having sex.”
“Yeah, for sure,” answered Tara, who was also seventeen, with dark full hair, and a lean and muscled body that she flaunted even in the modest bikini with full cups holding her firm, half-round tits and bottoms that covered almost her entire butt cheeks.
“Yeah, like they can stop us from having sex, ya know,” chimed in Liza, who was eighteen, and was tall and thin like Sasha, with a tight ass, and two little pointy tits, mostly just puffy nipples, that were just more than an a-cup, Sasha guessed. Liza had long blond hair that hung down past her shoulders, and she tossed it around when she spoke. Liza was not really pretty, and her two front teeth overbite gave her a naïve and dumb look. Sasha learned Liza was not as dumb as she looked, and liked to use her innocent, naïve look to reel in older men who found the look erotic on a young-looking girl.
She discovered that the girls were neighbors in a working-class neighborhood, and their parents had arranged for Tara’s mom and stepdad to take the two best friends to the revival and try to get them healed from their dirty ways. The two girls had been caught in their local park having sex with their boyfriends in a parked car. And then they had made matters worse by offering to blow the police officer who caught them. That tidbit was included in the police report, and it shocked their parents into action.
“So that dude in the lounge chair is your stepdad, Liza?” Sasha asked, staring over at the middle-aged guy stretched out with a paperback at the back of the pool area. “He looks kind of hunky from here,” Sasha observed.
“Oh dude, he’s soooo creepy,” said Liza, making a face as she looked over at her stepdad, Lou. He’s always sneaking around and accidentally popping into the bathroom while I’m showering or changing. He’s soooo annoying.”
“Yeah, but he is kind of built, dude,” Tara said, smiling broadly. “I let him feel me up once, and I might let him do me, if I had a couple of shots first,” she added.
“Ewwww, gross,” Liza retorted, making a gagging sound with her finger in her mouth.
“Hey anyway, forget your step,” Sasha said to the two girls. “I got a gig goin’ with this preacher, and we can make some serious bank with this fucker. He’s a seriously perverted old fucker, and he likes teenage pussy. I’m sure you guys know the type.”
“Yeah, we got some old perverts in our neighborhood, girl” said Liza. “Guys that like to look at us when we’re at the pool and pay us to wash their cars and shit- as long as we’re wearing little bikinis ... Hahaha.”
“Yeah,” said Tara, “that one neighbor gave me a twenty just to let him feel my little titties. And then he wanted to suck on ‘em. I charged him another twenty ... Hahaha.”
“Yeah, so you know the type,” explained Sasha. “So this Reverend Tex Tanner, who’s doing the big revival tomorrow, well, we was just walkin’ into the hotel, when my stupid ma grabs him and starts talking to him, and practically begs the old fucker to take me back to his motorhome and ‘pray’ over me, ya know.”
“Omigod, how embarrassing,” said Tara.
And I’m dressed like a little slut, and the old guy is practically droolin’ lookin me over, while my ma is begging him to pray over me, so I figure this is an easy mark, ya know ... And ma keeps beggin, and he takes his hand and holds my chin in his hand, and does this deep look in my eyes, ya know, like he can read my mind, ya know.”
“Wow,” Liza said, mouth open and her protruding front teeth accentuating her naïve and dumb look, “What happened, dude?”
“Well, I see that he’s really checkin’ out my titties and my body,” Sasha continued,” but I make like I’m not into the prayin’ thing and like I don’t wanna go, so my ma thinks he’s maybe gonna ‘cure’ me of my evil ways, ya know.”
“Yeah,” said Tara, “you do have nice tits, girl. I love them nice firm boobs of yours.”
“Thanks, girl,” Sasha replied, “and guess what- ole’ Reverend Tanner liked these big titties, too! Couldn’t wait to get his mouth and hands on ‘em almost as soon as we got inside his big old motorhome.”
“Omigod ... what else did he do, Sasha?” Liza begged for more of the story.
“Well, let’s just say when we was done, his cock was worn out, and I was drippin’ cum from my pussy and walkin’ away with a cool $500 cash stuffed in my cutoffs pocket.” Sasha told them. She figured these two would be impressed with $500, and she wanted to leave some cash on the table for herself, if she got the two to go to a “Prayer session” with the good Reverend.
“Omigod,” the two girls said, in unison. “That’s unbelievable. A preacher, and he gave you all that cash?”
“Yeah, and that ain’t the best part,” Sasha added, a big smile spreading across her face, under a big swatch of dirty blond hair that hung over one eye, pausing to wait for the two teenagers to beg her for the rest.
“What, girl?” they demanded.
“The fucker was amazing at eating pussy,” Sasha said quietly, “and he made me cum like a rocket when he fucked me. He had a cock the size of your arm, girl. I’m not kidding. It was fuckin’ huge and he knew what to do with it.”
“OH. MY. GAWD” the two girls said, as they involuntarily pressed a finger against their young pussies, and rubbed themselves a little on hearing about the dirty old preacher.
“Hey,” Lou shouted from the side of the pool, “What are you girls talkin’ about out there, Liza. I think you and Tara should get out of the pool and get ready for bed.”
“Omigod, dad” said Liza, “It’s only like 7 o’clock, or something. What the fuck?”
“Language, young lady,” Lou said sternly, “Everyone here at the hotel is here for the revival tomorrow, and I am sure they do not want to hear young ladies using that sort of language. And it’s not 7 o’clock, it’s almost 8.”
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