True Love Is Free

True Love Is Free

Many of you have been following the adventures of Francis, but Francis had a younger brother, a very spiritual guy who felt that he had a greater calling in life. Actually Sonny wanted to be a locomotive engineer when he was a kid, but locomotives are being phased out. He chose the next best thing. A preacher. His real name is Larry, but we called him Sonny because he is a bright guy. He had an IQ of 145, almost as high as Jayne Mansfield. He had a burden for souls. Especially female souls.

Sonny joined the Marines after he was kicked out of college. His grades were so bad that the dean of the engineering school asked him to resign. No, Sonny didn’t waste time on girls, he had three jobs. He worked in a supermarket plus he had two big paper routes. The family was lower middle class, and they needed everybody to pitch in. Sonny was always tired, and barely had time to masturbate. Normally Sonny would masturbate three times a day, and that in itself was tiresome. When he joined the Marines he looked like shit.

For social life, Sonny had a girlfriend whose name was Marie. Marie worked as a cashier in the supermarket with Sonny. Since Sonny didn’t own a car, they would go for long walks, usually on the college campus. They would lay down under a tree and dry hump each other. Sonny was still a virgin. Marie could feel Sonny’s big cock pressing against her belly. She’d pull Sonny’s cock out of his pants and give him a blowjob. She loved playing with Sonny’s cock because it was uncut and had thick foreskin. She’d roll the foreskin up and down and giggle. She could not get enough of Sonny’s cock. When Marie’s mother invited Sonny to dinner, Marie would play with Sonny’s cock under the table.

Marie had beautiful legs, and Sonny loved lifting her skirt, pulling down her cotton panties, and fingering her hairy pussy. Sometimes she wore no underwear. He loved watched her twitch and moan and she’d quiver when she orgasmed. Of course, Sonny was still a virgin and didn’t understand what Marie was experiencing. When you’re young, you have a lot of testosterone to compensate for being clueless and stupid. Moreover, he had not learned to eat pussy yet. You don’t need a high IQ to eat pussy.

Sonny went to Parris Island for Marine boot camp. After that he was sent to radar school at Great Lakes, Illinois. He was not too spiritual at that time, in fact, he avoided going to church. He could go on liberty in Milwaukee and pick up girls easily. Girls in Milwaukee loved Marines. But not sailors; there were too many sailors. One weekend he actually picked up fifteen girls. One cutie, Maureen, Sonny would never forget. She actually crossed the street so he would bump into her. They ended up checking into a nice hotel on their first date. Sonny fucked her four times. Maureen had a tight body, with a cheerleader’s figure. And she was insatiable. One afternoon, when Sonny was on liberty, he dropped in at Maureen’s apartment. Maureen wasn’t home but her sister was. Lilly was her name and she was the sweetest girl he’d ever met.

She sat on the sofa with Sonny, and let Sonny stare at her big boobs. Anadolu Yakası Escort Sonny, being a gentlemen waited at least ten minutes before he sidled over and ran his hands up under her sweater. She was totally submissive, she didn’t say, ‘no don’t’, she just smiled and let Sonny play with her tits. Lilly told him where Maureen worked, so Sonny thanked her and left. Only a complete heel would fuck his girlfriend’s sister.

It wasn’t until the Marines sent him to San Diego that Sonny’s life really changed. Sonny’s experience so far with women had been with Marie, and Maureen. He wasn’t a college stud, even though he had female friends in college. He was just your every day clueless fuck. With a big dick. Sonny didn’t know that when a woman grabs your balls it’s her way of telling you she wants you to fuck her. Sonny would just kiss her harder; he would kiss and kiss and kiss.

Sonny had a new, or temporary, girl friend in San Diego; she was referred to him by a fellow Marine. Referred to him? She played the guitar and her name was Rosa. She was Mexican. She cooked him tacos because Sonny was always hungry. Sonny would go to her apartment. They never went anywhere, just stayed in her apartment. He quoted a lot of Shakespeare to her, hoping to impress her. They did a lot of petting and Sonny would go back to the base with an erection and blue balls. After five dates, he asked her if they could ‘go to bed’.

Rosa told him, “I’ve been waiting for 5 weeks, but you keep making speeches about Shakespeare…” This is a classic example of a clueless guy. Clueless. It was his mother’s fault. She never let him go out on dates and get laid. His mother was Italian from the old country. You figure it out. Rosa taught Sonny how to fuck properly. You just don’t stick it in, you have to angle yourself. Or maybe use an incline board. Everything he learned about fucking, he owed to Rosa.

What I’m telling you here is leading up to Sonny’s becoming an ordained minister. He was stationed at MCRD in San Diego, finishing up radar repair school. As Sonny related the story to me: “Someone invited me to church and there I met a wonderful woman — Mrs. Johnson. She asked me if I could come to dinner after church and meet her daughter. (I know you don’t believe me.) I agreed, and met her really cute daughter who had just graduated from high school. Her name was Carol. Carol asked me to stay over, and so naturally I ended up sleeping with her. I was with Carol almost a year. Mrs. Johnson knew I was sleeping with Carol, but the old man didn’t. I love eating pussy, and Carol had a lovely pussy. She had light brown pubic hair, and glistening fat labia. Her labia was always wet. She was a little bit overweight, but that made her taste better. I would eat her out over and over, all night long. She must have gotten four hours sleep. But she never complained. I kept that up for almost a year.

“Like I said, Mrs. Johnson was very sweet to me. I happened to ask her if she was getting any loving from her old man. She just laughed. ‘The son a bitch hasn’t touched me in years.’

“I wouldn’t kick you out of bed” I replied. It sounded stupid Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan for me to say that.

“If you promise to keep your mouth shut, I’ll tell you a secret.” I was listening.

“I have a lover,” she confessed. “A guy from church — one of the deacons.” I did not interrupt her. “He does it to me in the ass. You wanna see?” She slipped out of her skirt and bent over. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her rear-end hole could accommodate any size cock. There was a thick growth of hair around her rectum. I was awestruck. I didn’t know what to say …” What could I say? Nice ass hole? She hitched up her skirt and gave me a big grin.

“One day Carol happened to tell me about her girlfriend, Liz. Liz was a real slut, and sometimes we’d double date and go parking together. Liz had really nice tits, but wore glasses. They had been discussing ass fucking. Carol had never been fucked in the ass, so she surprised me by suggesting we give it a try. I wouldn’t have to pull out, so I could shoot my load up her ass. So we did. That night, after I licked her for a while, her pussy was dripping down into her ass crack. I got some Vaseline and greased her rectum. Carol had a big ass so it wasn’t too much of a big deal. She held her cheeks open for me. I put Vaseline on my thumb and slowly lubricated her ass hole. Then my cock was next. I first went slow and Carol held still. I gave it a push and her anal gap opened. My cock slipped right in up to my balls. Carol growled, but she held still. That’s what we did …

“What is most interesting is, this family was Evangelical. They spoke in tongues and received the gifts of the Holy Spirit. I’m sure Mrs. Johnson knew I was eating out Carol, because Carol always glowed in the morning. Plus she had big circles under her eyes. I wasn’t sure if Mrs. Johnson knew I was fucking Carol in the ass, because we did it a lot. I really loved Mrs. Johnson. I could not image Mrs. Johnson sucking cock, but she had a nice wide mouth with full lips. She used to preach, and knew her Bible. She was from the Midwest.

“Looking back, I wish I had taken pictures of Carol. She was a very pretty blond with innocent big blue eyes. She had a sexy figure and a plump ass. Nice big suckable nipples too. She would easily have posed for me. Nude, or fucking three guys at once. She’d do anything for me. My aunt, Emma, knew I was fucking Carol. Emma was only a few years older than me. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew. She warned me, ‘If you ever marry that girl, I’ll never speak to you again …’ “

After he was discharged, Sonny was getting restless and felt the Lord was calling him. He always wore his Marine Corps pin wherever he went. There’s nothing wrong with Bible college, but Sonny had no intentions of wasting four years in a Bible college. He enrolled in a correspondence course, and in a few weeks, he was ready to be certified as a minister. For $20, he would become a Doctor of Divinity. All he had to do was create a church. His church was named ‘Eunuchs for Christ’. He received his diploma in ten days with a big gold seal on it. Moreover, the church was tax exempt.

Sonny Escort Anadolu Yakası rented a hall, He managed to buy some used pews from a Catholic church that had been closed down by the police. He persuaded three of his ex-girlfriends to come to meetings. The word got out somehow that this was a church for lesbians. Within a month, the hall was packed with lesbians.

Sonny found out there are five types of lesbians. There is the butch, the athlete, the Boy-babe, the lipstick lesbian and lastly the Alpha. The Alpha’s name was Blair. She liked Marines, so she had great respect for Sonny. Tall, slim, with perfectly styled, short platinum blonde hair, she had a runner’s figure. I don’t think she’d ever had to buy her own drink in her whole life. She even played the piano. How she ever learned gospel songs was beyond me, but she pounded them out for every service. Yeah, blessed are the ties that bind …

As a certified minister, or Doctor of Divinity, Sonny would utter a few meaningless words, then would ask one of the lesbians to read a passage from Scripture. Typically he would mark the passage so she wouldn’t end up reading a verse about hellfire and brimstone. I personally don’t believe in hell, unless you’re living with a nagging wife. But Sonny didn’t want to deliver a bullshit homily. He encouraged his lesbians to be free, he taught them that Satan does not exist, and that free love was most important. There was a plate passed around for tithes.

One Sunday evening service, Sonny got more emotional than usual; he was preaching from the book of Ruth. “Whither thou go, I will go …” It never failed to touch him deeply. His congregation of lesbians understood what real love is all about. Unconditional love. Everyone was yelling ‘Praise God’ and crying, and then pandemonium broke out.

Why a neighbor called the cops I’ll never know. But within an hour there was a cruiser out front, and two burly female officers strolled in.

“What the fuck is going on? The biggest one yelled.

“We are having worship, Officer …” Then Sonny added, “Is there a problem?”

She looked like she was about to reach for her handcuffs.

There were two women wrapped in a 69 in the back row. Their moaning was quite audible. Other women close by were watching , getting aroused by the wanton display of cunnilingus. This is not unusual, because people do get bored listening to sermons. But it was becoming dangerously close to degenerating into an orgy.

The officer looked around, peered at the group of seemingly innocent lesbians, then snarled at Sonny, “We had a complaint. You’re instigating a riot …”

She did not say ‘orgy’.

“It’s a worship service, officer. Not a riot …” he pleaded.

“Then why are they screaming? You’re disturbing the peace …”

She noticed the two women eating each other out in the back row.

“Are all these women lesbians?” she asked.

“Yes, m’am” Sonny replied.

She noticed the Marine Corps pin on his label.

“You were a Marine?”

“Yes, m’am …”

Turning to her partner, the officer said, “Let’s get the fuck outta here…”

Over her shoulder, she said to Sonny with a smile, “I served in Afghanistan … Semper Fi …”

Sonny felt blessed. He wasn’t sure what saved his sorry ass — the Marine Corps or the Lord. No matter. You don’t need to be a Marine to appreciate what you have in life.