Well I waited what seemed like forever til it was time to go for my second get to know Jesus catechism class.  It was only one day, but my little cunny had been itchin really bad, and Father said I should leave my feel good button alone til I came back to see him.  It was finally time to go find Jesus again,  so I put on my catechism clothes, hopped on my bicycle and headed off pedalin harder that I ever had in my whole life. I don't think I was the only one anticipatin this class, though.  Cuz when I rode up, dropped my Miss Piggy Stingray bicycle on the rectory grass, before I even stepped onto the porch, the door was snatched open right smartly by Father McCarthy.  It was a little embarassin, but I couldnt help but see Father's zipper was under considerable strain. Looked kinda like a pup tent.  Hmm, no, not a pup tent.  I knew that thing under there was not nearly a pup!  Father stepped a little to the side so as I could slip in, but I sorta on purpose lost my balance so as I could fall up against that bulge.  Father's big and strong, so me bumpin him that way didn't bring no results, exceptin a little smile on his face, and maybe a little dampening of my cotton underpants.

Father shut the door behind me and said "Jenny, you have any questions or concerns about our last catechism class?"  Well I did, so I got right to it.  "Father," I said, "I seen quite a few spunky thingies of late.  I seen my daddy's of course for a couple a years now, but lately, daddy's been havin friends over to see if I could help em out like I help daddy.  He even made a list of stuff they could do.  Like for 10 dollars, daddy'd have me sit on a foldin chair without a blouse on and whoever paid could look at me while rubbin their spunky thing.  He said they could even rub their pecker on my face a bit until they spurted on my forehead.  Rufus and Max have done that a time or two.  For 20 dollars they could do everything on the 10 dollar deal, but I wouldn't be wearin no underpants at that price, and they could spurt anywhere on me they had a mind to. Odell and Dewey have done that. For 50 dollars they could slide their peckers in and outta my mouth til they spunked. Daddy allowed they could even leave it in my mouth when it started spurtin.  I'm thinkin I'll probably spit if daddy says OK.  Nobody done that yet.  I mean 50 dollars!  There were two other things on that list they could do, but one had to be done first.  For 200 dollars a man could deflower me, whatever that means.  I ain't seen any of these ol boys carryin around flowers.  Whenever that particular deflower thing got done, for 100 dollars, daddy'd let em put their peckers all up in my coochie.  So you see, I seen some, and none of em are anything like yours.  How come you got a cock like that?"

Well Father McCarthy  said "Jenny, I am a descendant of God's chosen people.  Many many years ago Jesus himself led my forebears out of the darkness into the land of Cock milk and Honey.  Cock milk I showered on you when last you were here, and honey is the nectar I'm going to coax from your little cunt in the very near future."I didn't know what to say to all that so I just nodded. 

"Now get on your knees, Jenny."  Well we were still in the entryway which is all done up in hard tile, so I said  "lemme get a pillow or somethin."  Father looked real stern and said "Jesus doesn't wait or ask twice."  So down I went.  Father walked up right close and told me to pull down his zipper.  Deep in my heart I knew that's what I was really there for.  I really really wanted to see that big ol cock again, and maybe even get to touch it this time.  I tugged on that zipper, but there was too much pressure from inside to get it comin down.  Father laughed a little, then undid his belt, popped the top button and worked the zipper hisself, and out jumped that beautiful stallion cock!  I kinda stuttered about could I maybe touch it?  Father said "Not until you've performed the first Sacrament of the Cock.  Baptism."  I started thinkin about gettin a glass of water for the baptism, but then I thought he can't dip that thing the way it points straight up, maybe I'll just pour it over that beast.  I started to get up to get the glass when Father slapped my face.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and wrenched my neck til I was lookin up at him.  He told me not to interupt the sacrament again or Jesus would punish me.  Well I didn't want that, I wanted Jesus to love me.  He told me to open my mouth.  I been wantin to put my mouth around that cock ever since I first saw it.  My underpants were drippin now.  I heard some wet drops hit the tile.  He told me to keep my hands down until the baptism was complete.  I opened up and he eased forward, and put the tip into my mouth.  It wasn't wantin to go in, so I opened up some more, my jaws were crackin and achin, and father slid it in a bit.  Then a little more. Then Father grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in until it hit the back of my throat. He started slowly pushin it in and pullin it nearly out and in and out and then he started a rammin it in and out and I was gaggin and tryin to back off it but Father was way too strong and it wasn't but a second later, I felt his spunk start to fill my mouth, and throat, and it was too tight a fit to leak out the sides of my mouth so I thought I might drown in Father McCarthy spunk.  After a while when he quit roaring he noticed I was in some distress an he gently slid that big ol thing outta my mouth.  That was real scary, but even still, my pussy was achin for some relief.  So I asked Father if the baptism was over?  He said it was, and I was a fine sacrament giver, so I asked him if I could rub on my feel good nubbin, cuz I needed to real bad.  He said no, I had to wait for the sacrament of Cock Consecration which was comin right up!