Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2020 16:36:08 -0800 From: Andy Parker Subject: Pamela Plumber Loves Jesus in Bisexual-adult-youth ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyone interested in sneak previews of my future Nifty stories, feel free to contact me. Donations to Nifty would be nice too. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pamela Plumber Loves Jesus So yes, there was Pamela Plumber my super religious downstairs neighbor who was always encouraging me to follow the path of Jesus. Always with a sweet smile on her face and a demure manner. I would sometimes imagine what might come out of her if someone unleashed that 20 years of repressed libido. When I encountered her the morning of Kelly's disappearance I decided that during her usual attempt to hand me a Jesus pamphlet I would position myself in such a way as to show off my phallic bulge at its maximum. The pamphlet `accidentally' slipped from my hand and the gracious Pamela stuttered `Oh sorry, Richard' and bent down to pick it up. At first it seemed as if her focus on retrieving the pamphlet would cancel out any likelihood of recognizing that a barely concealed penis might be within her purview. But the next several seconds proved otherwise and gave me one of the most memorable experiences of my life. As she turned her head up with pamphlet in hand, her eye, in fact both of them, glimpsed what must have been one of the most memorable sights (assuming I'm not flattering myself) of her life up to that point. She didn't just look at my swollen cock. She stared at it. `Oh my' she whispered to herself. No other words left her mouth which was partially opened and moving, I swear, in what looked like a sucking motion. Her eyes fixed on the swell in my pants. It felt as if my penis was getting even harder under her gaze, actually as if the swelling might be forcing my zipper down. I reached to secure the zipper (spoil sport!) but from Pamela's point of view it might have looked as if I was trying to unzip it instead. Pamela said nothing. Her eyes remained fixed. `Umm' I said now under the spell of her lingering eyes. `Sorry I dropped the pamphlet, Pamela' . `Oh. That's all right' Pamela responded with a breathless lilt to her voice. Her gaze seemed almost trance like. `Can I help you up, Pamela' As I reached down for her hand, the incident went way beyond what I could have anticipated. As I bent over for her hand, my groin accidentally (or otherwise) bumped into her cheek. Pamela quickly placed an arm around my hips perhaps thinking I was about to fall. I stood there swaying, feeling insecure, as she held me against her cheek. And continued to do so moving her head slightly back and forth directly on my thinly clothed member. Then she sighed. A sweet, soft but somewhat ravished sound. Which almost inspired what would have been one of the most improbable orgasms I had ever experienced. Pamela seemed to sense this. She pulled back her cheek and her eyes, big with expectation, looked up at me. `Do you want this, Dick, er I mean Richard?' She continued kneeling and began to slowly shift her gaze between my face and my erection. We both seemed at a loss for words. But finally, she asked another question which I'll never forget. Staring at my ever abiding erection she asked with credible innocence `Is it always like this Richard?'. I was stumped. We both knew that it was not always like this because she and I ran into each other frequently and though her person always aroused me, I had never become this erect in her presence before. I thought `This must be the Kelly effect`. But I did like the direction her question was taking us so I replied `Only when you're around Pamela' intending humor but recognizing that this was a bit too familiar for someone I barely knew and who was a committed bible believer to boot. Pamela took me seriously. `I hope I haven't done anything to mislead you Richard. If so, please forgive me' `No Pamela. I'm totally at fault. Its just that you are so pretty and petite and I uh..., well I mean'. Pamela laughed in an innocent sort of way. `Poor Richard. You must think I'm some sort of innocent girl who doesn't know what men are like'. `Well Pamela. I ah, I mean uh, well actually what do YOU mean?' `I mean that mens bodies are not exactly terra nova to me, Richard. I've had three brothers around while I've been growing up and I've seen things that, ummm, well lets just say things that leave me a little bit less ignorant than you might think in spite of my loving this book so much'. Pamela raised her bible and almost shook it in my face. Pamela's disclaimer regarding innocence (or lack thereof) sent a current of erotic electricity through my body. I felt my cock twitch in my pants contemplating the significance of the things Pamela has seen growing up with three brothers. Pamela noticed the increased stiffening in my pants. `OK Richard' she said standing up `I'm not prepared for what might happen if you don't get things under control'. `What things' Pamela. She laughed. `You know perfectly well. I have to run now so I cant stay here talking like this. For once will you read something I give you?'. She handed me a pamphlet titled `On fire for Jesus' with a picture of a beautiful blue eyed Caucasian on the cover holding a cross against his chest and gazing up towards the sky with a serene although indisputably dopey look on his face. I might have been imagining something in that image that wasn't there but the robe Jesus wore seemed to be rather tightly filled out by a hunky muscularity underneath. Could there really be a somewhat gay sensibility in that picture or was my gaydar over interpreting? `On fire for Jesus' I murmured. `Sure Pamela, I'll look it over. Thanks'. Pamela handed me a card. `This is a prayer gathering for healing my pastor is leading on Saturday. The card has all the information for the time and place'. With no more ado, Pamela started walking away. She turned back with a sober look on her face and said `See you Saturday Dick.' `Uh Kelly', I called after Pamela needing to tell her that I was already engaged on Saturday. I was equally embarrassed and frustrated that I had strangely called her Kelly instead of Pamela and that she was gone before I could tell her not to expect me on Saturday. Her departure was so abrupt and even rude that I decided that I needn't bother letting her know. My Saturday schedule was to spend the day with a ravishingly cute brother and sister couple I met recently at a party. No way I was going to break my promised date with the ravishing siblings. Well. Nobody's Perfect. On Saturday night, I sat in a front row aisle seat watching Reverend Henry T Proctor healing hapless souls of various ailments. With hands dipped in holy oil pressing on the heads of his supplicants and imprecations against the demons plaguing the benighted souls, many `miracles' of healing were taking place. `What am I doing here' I thought piteously while noticing how excited Pamela, sitting next to me, was getting with each healing, shouting `Thank you Jesus', her voice joining others in manic praising of the good lord. `Isn't the Lord glorious?' a young boy sitting next to me shouted in my ear. The boy had placed a hand on my thigh high up as he turned to me and I shouted back `Praise the Lord' with a skewered grin on my face and a sincere prayer to jesus that the boys hand would move further up my trousers to my very own personal field of glory. `Is there someone here by the name of Dick. Someone who needs the lords angels to cast out the demons of lust and con cu PIS cence' . He shouted out that awful word one hard syllable after the other. Heads craned. `Yes Dick. The devils got a hold of you real hard. But Gods angels are here to kick that evil snake in the butt`. Do snakes have butts I wondered. I was astonished when the preacher casting his eyes over the audience, pointed at me. `Come to the Lord Dick. Your savior is waiting for you.' He said this with a suddenly placid smile on his face. I looked around to see if any other Dicks were in the immediate vicinity. He pointed at me. `You dick. its you with the devil stuck in you eating your soul. come up here' he suddenly shouted with a glower on his face. Two sturdy brethren manhandled me to my feet and almost carried me up to the preacher standing at the edge of the stage. how humiliating. I kneeled down below the sweating, heavy breathing preacher-man and looking up I immediately noticed a significant bulge in his tailored pants. Not only the bulge but the definition: the swollen head, stiff rod and even evidence of two plump juicy balls. Suddenly I got the jesus spirit. His hands clasped my head pushing up and down to emphasize his exhortations to expel the demons of lust from my tormented soul. He turned me to face the crowd and pressed up against me. I felt his bone hard erection on the back of my head as the devil's disciples were fleeing out my ears and mouth. The crowd was hollering and thank-you-jesusing. I looked out to the howling mob hoping to see Pamela but the light was so blinding that nothing could be seen. But oh, what an erection I felt coming on. It felt as if the demons were fleeing into my cock and filling it to the brink with hot desire. And there, before hundreds of shouting god loving believers, with Proctor's hands pressing my head against his own mighty erection, the sounds of the preacher's exhortations and religious frenzy swelling the auditorium, I ejected a fountain of holy jism and shouted, time after time, THANK YOU JESUS, THANK YOU JESUS, THANK YOU JESUS. And then I fainted. I heard mumbling voices but perceived only vague shadows as I came out of my trance. Something wonderful was happening that I couldn't quite make out but it was re waking a hunger that I dimly remembered as having been recently satiated. I heard a voice, Pamela's, next to me singing Praise Jesus, Praise the Lord. I felt a thrusting in my loins and a moist cavern enclosing my penis. As my vision came back, I looked down and made out the image of a head bobbing in rhythm to the spasms of pleasure in my cock. It must have been going on for several minutes because I felt yet again a pinnacle of satisfaction arriving. I began actively thrusting no longer the least curious about how I happened to be there or who was giving me this glorious pleasure. Nothing now mattered other than achieving one more mind shattering, cock draining release. And it came, a second coming as overwhelming as the first. Again I shouted, THANK YOU JESUS Pamela shouted PRAISE THE LORD And Reverend Henry T Procter gasped glug aise glg esus gllgug Next thing I remember was slouching in my car next to Pamela who had somehow gotten my car keys and was driving me home. `Ahhhhh' I groaned. `Welcome back to life Richard' Pamela said smiling at me `Did you have a good time?'. I looked over at her in a state of confused incomprehension. `umm. I guess so' I groaned and fell back to sleep.