Burn Again

Episode 2

The rest of the service went as I
had expected; just like any other
standard crusade would go. There
were still additional sermons, altar
calls and prayers and at each
point, the very persons leading
the session kept urging us to
repent and become born-again. It
was quite like a little joke I
thought belonged to them. I had
no clue of what they meant or
wanted from me and I never cared
to know, rather I ensured that I
kept up with the woman I had
started ogling from the time I had
set my eyes on her. And as
activities after activities dragged
into the night, I did my best to
have uninhibited views of her very
attractive body. I could not say I
had a wasted night all in all.
However, just before the entire
occasion was over, myself and
Christopher received a printed
card. I had seen them sharing the
cards earlier but never felt it
would come my way. The card did
come eventually and it was a
request card:
“Have you been touched by the
Lord today? If so, please leave us a
comment and your contacts.

Thank you!”
I frowned as I ran my eyes through
the vacant text boxes that had
been provided under the short
note. I just had no idea of what to
make of them or the card itself. I
made to drop it to the floor
immediately but just then, it
occurred to me that I was almost
about to lose the only possible link
I could ever have with the church
in question. And that would mean
not ever seeing Pastor Mrs.
Elizabeth Rowlands again. Now
that was never going to happen! I
knew I had a mad urge to keep
seeing this pastor woman even if
she was never going to notice me.
I knew I should always feel a level
of satisfaction seeing her daily and
that meant I must grab any
opportunity that smelt like a path
to this, with both hands. Flipping
the card over, I snatched a pen
from Christopher who I did not see
fill his own card, and entered my
name ‘Daniel Chucks’ and then
every other details the card
demanded. I could also see the
church’s main-branch address
attached below and I scribbled it
onto the bare skin of my left palm.
I was happy at how things had
suddenly turned around; and even
though I could not spot my new
pastor crush as I sauntered out
from the ground with Christopher,
for the second time that evening I
felt I never had a wasted evening.
Later that night, as I Fed Chidinma; another street hawker who had lately been flirting with me suggestively; all I had in my mind was Pastor Elizabeth! I kept her bent over my wheeled-truck which I had properly parked at a corner of my improvised homestead and continuously rammed my 8inch J0yst!ck in and out of her tight sloppy K!ttyC@t. At each stroke, I could picture Elizabeth occupying exactly the same position and urging me to FK her
silly. Flashes of her Unclad which I
felt I would never ever get to see,
kept finding their way into my
thoughts. This drove me to the
edge but before I could reach an
o—-m with the already frenzied
slaps my g—n was giving
Chidimna’s fat butt0ckz, the young girl
squealed and poured streams and
streams of her colourless K!ttyC@t
juice all over my belly and crotch!
My long J0yst!ck was subsequently
forced out by the pressure this
exerted and I only got to spray my
Pour all over her butt0ckz as the
enormous meat dropped onto her
shinny bubble butt0ckz! She was
smelling strongly from
accumulated sweat obviously on
her as a result of our f—–g but I
could only care less. I accepted she
was the only Elizabeth I had at the
point and I was glad she had been
thoroughly satisfied!
I later got her to leave the same
night. Even though she did so
reluctantly as she was still craving
for another long F*K! I assured
her that I would still service her
overflowing snatch the following
night as I needed rest from the
long night I was already having. As
soon as she left, I had a quick
bath. But, that period at the
bathroom was the start of just
another series of long fantasies
that would eventually last until my
bedtime. And they all were about
my new crush; Pastor Mrs.
Elizabeth Rowlands!