Flowers for the Church

By The Pin (Lawrence Bradman, LB, Green)

Published on Jul 6, 2010

Gay

For a week my wife and I were left to ourselves, occasionally we would share our experiences and I found that just talking about these could make me go all warm and funny..my thingummy would get all hard too, she said that these feelings of grace would manifest to her as well. We felt blessed indeed so it was an extra pleasure to be told that it had been decided to help us become more active in the Lord's service, for the next month we would be taught sundry skills that we might better deport ourselves and then....with a mysterious smile and raised eyebrow the Reverend said

"We shall see..."

Next morning instead of going to work, we were taken by car to a special residence, inside it was fitted out as a gymnasium and we had our very own instructor, he too was strong in the faith - we were told - and not only that but he had been a champion athlete until an accident leaving him with a high sounding voice intervened. Now his only solace was - the church! We would be safe in his hands and his name was Instructor! Day after day Instructor worked with us, our legs we would flex and part, wider, ever wider, backs would bend this way and that to impossible angles until...we became comfortable when assuming whatever position he commanded. Muscles of the tummy were next and these we tested with pelvic thrusts until both were granted approval. Suddenly Instructor was gone and in his place we had a kindly school Marm, she told us that the Lord would also require "inner strength" of us, to which end she was there to assist and we must call her "Teacher". In her bag Teacher had diverse things, sundry tubes with knobs and handles. For her lessons, we were to remain naked below the waist, and starting with my wife she began. Now my wife could stretch her legs apart so as to form ninety degrees on each side, as Teacher instructed this she now did. I saw the tube inserted between her legs, Teacher was watching carefully as it went then as it could go no further, she smiled at my wife and asked her to relax...then, to gently squeeze with her loins. Teacher checked the tube and made careful note of something, then she asked her to squeeze again...and again. This was different to all our other exercises and Teacher said it would be the most difficult. Next it was my turn, I was to bend and clasp my ankles, which was easy then once in position, I felt...something push between my cheeks...for a moment I thought that the Reverend Fred had arrived, but no...and it went way, way up me...this I liked. But, I too was asked to squeeze, then again, and again. Teacher told us it might be easier if we closed our eyes, pretend we were offering up pleasure to Pastor or Rev. Fred even and then use muscles to try and hold them inside. This we understood, pretty soon Teacher said we could go home and practice ourselves for these were actually tubes within tubes, as we squeezed the one inside would slide out...the harder we squeezed the more would appear and it had little marks with numbers to tell us how we were going. That evening I lay with my wife, smiling at each other we each inserted the tubes in one another, I began

"Now, this is the Reverend Fred...doesn't he feel good, way up inside me, now he's pulling out...but I won't let him go...oh no..this should hold him".....and I squeezed..then "an inch, I did an inch!"

My wife giggled joyously and I saw her concentrate then exclaim

"Oh Pastor, do it to me...the Lord's will...stay, stay, inside, up inside me, oh yes!"

I looked at her tube and marvelled, one and a quarter inches! Both by now were striving hard for progress, again and again we thrust the tubes into one another while striving mightily to become worthy. Kneeling beside my wife we began a game, I thrusting and she pulling back and as we progressed, her hips began to rise and fall..she quietly began to pray

"Oh God, this is feeling good now, oh so good, show me again your raptures, let me persevere oh Lord" and then she was talking in tongues. Wonderingly I waited until the spirit had departed and, spread myself for my turn to feel the tube slide up, 'Reverend Fred' I wished and prayed...so I remembered the way he had done it to me, and showed my wife what to do....soon my own raptures began as my wife joyfully thrust up and into me...

Next day, excited we told Teacher what manner of thing we had accomplished, we were progressing we believed toward that true inner strength esteemed by the Lord.

"Blessed you shall surely be, strength both inner and outer is yours, now let grace crown your efforts for we must present the whole in an offering that is of pleasing aspect to the Lord. Music, the festive dance, nimble footed along his paths you must learn to go...children, prepare!"

Amazed we looked at each other, more blessings to acquire? Truly we felt that 'our cups runneth over' for next came pure joy. First Teacher took us to one side and explained, purity of form was to be offered up, anything less would be profane. We were confounded and dismayed but then, with kindly hand Teacher began to caress my loins

"Lovely, oh lovely but...here, I have prepared...rest upon the bench and offer up your loins while I...."

Here Teacher departed and returned with bowl and razor, carefully she held up my thingummy ('Penis' she called it) and then began to shave all around, by now I found that it stood stiff and hard. Teacher ignored it and once finished, she began on my wife..I watched as seemingly using extra care she lingered a while, her fingers began doing something and after a while, to my amazement, my wife's hips began to rise and fall, suddenly Teacher announced

"Let me bless those sweet lips with mine! Prepare for joy!"

and bending she kissed my wife where her thighs met, long did she linger as my bride tossed and turned, then invoked the Almighty and was still!

Teacher remained very thoughtful as she regarded us then announced,

"What you shall learn next is how to move in a manner pleasing to the Lord, to lightly tread that path of joy as you display worship with your bodies, you shall dance the Lord's cuming!"

Thus began our final preparation, for soon we moved this way and that to sweet melody, displaying grace of movement and above all rhythm of hip and loin to please the beholder, and as we did so our hands fluttered and stroked as when hips thrust back and forth with our fingers we pleasured ourselves. Then home we would go, and once alone and until very late, we would practice upon one another, tubes thrusting in and out, betimes we would kneel as the partner penetrated all the while marvelling at the feelings arouse. Panting, my wife and I would regard one another, flushed with excitement...but both would agree that, we longed for a penis...that instrument of joy unequalled but still, I slid my tube between my wife's legs as avidly she did unto me and as we squeezed now, the inner tubes popped out and were soon discarded. We awaited the call, surely it would come soon and discarding tubes, we lay side by side as with graceful fingers we pleasured ourselves...Teacher would be proud!

The next day, instead of dance routine and joyful deportment, we were to be "Examined", this time we were driven to a large white building, it too belonged to the church we were told and here we would be "Tested" for the Lord's service, so full of excitement we entered. Quietly meditating we waited, then were shown into another chamber, this with beds. A solemn white haired patriarch, a Dr. Pharissy I think it was, asked that we be seated, then began the strange routines, blood was taken, hands felt here and there, then we were to disrobe and as we did so, he exclaimed twice...and I felt trepidation. Then we were to lie upon the couches, here it was that things were inserted...as usual my penis grew hard, my wife told me she became moist between the thighs and on observing, the Dr. whistled, why I do not know but finally it was finished and we could put our clothes on though before I did, I felt the Dr. comfort me with hand upon my buttocks, then he smiled! What next, we wondered?

Next: Chapter 4


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