I've dated more than one woman afflicted with fundamentalist Christian beliefs. To be completely honest, if you're into what I and so many other men who visit this site are, a nice “born again” or “frum” (For those of you unfamiliar with Yiddish: A very observant, good Orthodox Jewish girl...at least while abba is looking.) girl of similar persuasion can be tremendously stimulating. The following details a very satisfying psychological exercise I often engaged in with a savory slave of Christ.

I lay across the bed, legs splayed, a vulgar erection for all to see. She was very close, pressed against my side, long auburn hair draped sensuously across my shoulder, her sweet head resting thereabouts. Massive breasts brushed against my abdomen, nipples drawn tight with desire. With skill unbecoming such a proper young woman, she manipulated my full balls, saturated as they were from her teasing. Another delicate, pale hand lightly stroked the shaft of my engorged member, sending waves of pleasure down the shaft. I could barely see a healthy auburn thicket announcing itself from betwixt creamy thighs. “Can you lay back?” I ventured, stroking her velvet shoulder. “Nooo,” she whined softly like a schoolgirl. “That's not going to change!” she continued, but it was a soft exclamation. At least she wasn't angry. “We're not married,” she said, stating the obvious. I could have cared less, but out of respect for her wishes, I quickly dropped the subject..

“I'll finish this time,” she said, her digital ministrations becoming baroque. “But only if you swear,” she continued. “Whatever you want, just don't stop,” I plead, my voice twinged with desperation. “This has to be the last time we ever do anything like this, outside of marriage. And.......you can't masturbate.....ever again,” she said emphatically, glancing up into my eyes for a moment. “Ever....” she added, knowing me for what I was. I uttered a mournful sigh, and then took a breath to speak, but she stopped her efforts cold and raised herself up, partially topping me, my thigh between her own, her hot fur and moist lips pressing against my leg. Her breasts were now pressed against my chest, the granite like nipples nearly penetrating me. Full green eyes stared into my own, a wild nest of auburn splendor was everywhere. My dick jerked in literally painful neglect, a little precum oozing from the tip from the excitement of her sudden proximity. “Swear,” she squeaked, in a register and quality calculated to make my balls churn in their own juices. Feathery little kisses were now planted all over my lips and nose to seal the deal. I would have agreed to anything. “I swear,” I croaked. She grinned sweetly, and assumed her former position and task.

Delicate fingers stroked my dick to maddening heights, pausing occasionally to play with the urethral opening and employ my generous precum as lubricant. “I know you, Richard,” she said almost inaudibly, voice quavering with passion. “You may not realize it, but I know your very soul. I know you're weak, your desire is just too strong,” she continued, a little louder now, and with more emphasis. “I wont let you down! I wont let you break your oath,” I felt her body shift against mine, and looked down to see what she was up to. “I'll make sure you keep it! You have too much desire, Richard. You have too much desire,” she chanted. Something shone in her grip, some small, foreign object. She brought it roughly to bear against the root of my penis, and I felt what I imagined was the bite of a blade. I sat upright immediately, and saw she was indeed digging something into the base of my cock, all the while stroking madly away. I could feel it biting into my flesh, and the thought excited me no end. At that moment, I hoped that she was truly sawing off my cock at the point of orgasm, curing me of my habits permanently. “I'm going to take away your sin, Richard! Take away your lust!” At that I shot voluminous amounts of fluid from my dick, decorating her face and some of her lovely hair.

I fell back onto the pillows exhausted as she toweled my seed off her face and hair. When she'd done all she could, she tossed the towel aside and turned to kiss me. “That was wonderful, baby,” she purred, and gave a long, incredibly sexy lick along the length of the letter opener we used for such play, and smiled warmly before putting the thing away. That revived me a bit, and my hand wandered once again to forbidden territory, scouting the upper limits of the auburn forest. “Maybe in a few minutes you could lay back....” I began before she cut me short. “Not unless we're getting married tonight!” she replied, smacking me with the towel before affording me a choice view of her pale rear as she sauntered away. “Come on before the water gets cold,” she beaconed before exiting the room. I gladly followed her off to the shower, my penis showing faint signs of life. Such a good girl.