One leads the choir, the other coaches in the children class. Both of them are unarguably gifted in the things of God and are greatly contributing to the growth of Family Pentecostal Fellowship, a new worship centre founded by their father, Pastor Zac. But these two ladies have become my nemesis in the ministry.
I became noticeable soon after I joined the congregation last year. It’s a small church with a strong evangelical impact.
Nevertheless, strange acts always stand out. It was a thanksgiving Sunday and Pastor Zac raised a special building offering and called for pledges. I wrote a cheque of one million naira and passed it to the Pastor. There was a thunderous applause as my donation was announced. There were more donations. Next to mine was one hundred thousand.
That was the genesis of my romance with perfidy. I became close to the Pastor and his family, especially his two beautiful daughters. While Faith, the elder of the two, is a graduate and job hunting, Fortune, her younger sister, is an undergraduate in a state university in the South West.
Faith is intelligent and hotly appealing. Her radiant eyeballs brighten her pointy nose, suavely inviting attentions to her impressive body structures, particularly her flabby flexuous hips atop her sensuous, lanky legs. Though two years younger, Fortune looks exactly like her sister, though not as tall. What she lacks in height, she has in a whopping wide bum. I’m still wondering if these sisters ever discuss anything about me. On daily basis, they got in touch with me separately and seductively.
Faith fired the first salvo. One afternoon, she called to inform me that she was on her way to my office. And she actually came. Resplendent in a skimpy skirt and smashingly bulbous blouse, Faith glowed with varnished long nails, burnished light face and garnished lofty weaves. Pungent fragrances of her designer perfume filled my office. I offered her a seat, but she declined, insisting that I hug her first. I obliged.
She threw her arms around my waist, pinned me to edge of my table and kissed me passionately. I could not resist her touch. Quickly, I curried her stretchy weaves with one hand and caressed her pointed nipples with the other. Then, she dipped her hand inside my loose underwear, brought out my erect dick. First, she used her tongue on the shaft before swallowing up to my scrotum. I was shivering but she was steady, sucking my dick and sliding off her pants simultaneously.
At once, she rolled up her skirts, her bum pushed back as leaned on the table, anticipating. I plugged in fast, thrusting with fury, as she was tweaking with fun. She twirled and wheezed as I quietly pulled out.
A week earlier, Faith had approached me for financial assistance which I rendered unconditionally. I didn’t imagine myself in bed with my pastor’s daughter. So, as she left my office after sex that day, I repented and resolved never to do such again. But Faith is a bitch. She trailed me everywhere and monitored my wife’s movements in the church.
One Saturday evening, my wife and daughter were in church for women’s meeting. As soon as Faith saw them, she ran to my house.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a hush tone as I latched the husky Turkey inlet door.
As if that was an answer to my question, Faith drew close and unzipped my trousers. End of discussion.
She removed her lovely loose gown. Wao! She wasn’t wearing pants. I just laid her on a fluffy circular Persian rug and pumped her pussy with gusto.
An unintended affair, my romp with Faith continued and all attempts to stop it didn’t work. Rather, I’m getting deeper into this messy adulterous quagmire.
Few weeks later, I had an official engagement in Ibadan, Oyo State. I had barely settled in the hotel when Fortune, my pastor’s second daughter, called me on phone. “How was your journey to Ibadan? ” she asked. At first, I wondered how she got to know about my trip but I remembered I had written about my trip on the church’s WhatsApp platform while informing the ministers that I would be absent from church on Sunday. “So, Fortune too was trailing me? Why ? What for? Could her sister have told her about our relationship?” Myriad of questions ran through my head. And Fortune called again. She wanted to know the name and location of my hotel in Ibadan. I gave her all these details without thinking of anything.
Three hours later, she showed up. She must have travelled about one and a half hours from her school to Ibadan. “Looking for what? ” I asked in a subdued soliloquy.
Fortune came in famished. I placed an order for food and she was promptly served a plate of chicken, chips and salad. She wanted whiskey as well. The waitress soon returned with a bottle extra old pale cognac and a bowl of ice gulping it.
I watched with awe as Fortune feasted especially on the heavily alcoholic spirits, gulping it with ease. I remembered how her elder sister, Faith drinks brandy, whiskey and vodka anytime we hang out. And I concluded that it runs in their blood.
While I was still cracking my brain on how to handle the latest temptation, Fortune flaunted her curves and cleavages erotically, leaving me with no escape route.
After taking her shower, she emerged from the bathroom buck naked. My manhood knurled with vigour as her rear knob drooped and twisted freely. Fortune joined me in bed and mounted me like a horse. For 20 minutes or more, we made love, alternating styles and experimenting bizarre positions. In all, she spent four days with me in the hotel.
Since I returned to Lagos, Fortune has been sending me nude pictures, asking for another sex date. Yet her sister is chasing me around town.
Worse still, my wife is beginning to suspect. And that is the aspect that is giving me constant palpitations.
