DISCLAIMER
: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story follows a somewhat silly premise, and yes, also features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
NOTE
: I wanted to do a story featuring facials and bukkake and came up with this strange idea of a girl doing it on a church trip. The premise was really silly and I leaned a bit into that, but I also wanted to try and offset it with interesting characters and a real story. The premise is still ridiculous but hopefully there's some enjoyment and eroticism to be found within. Also, this story plays around with religion but is not meant to be any sort of religious commentary. It's not meant to offend and apologies if I do.
SINCATCHER
Saralynn knelt in the closet of the Airbnb and thought back to the conversation she had with Bonnie two days ago. Where in the basement of their church, inside the room they used to store extra tables and chairs, she had listened to Bonnie explain what the rest of the church group volunteered her to do and why they needed her to do it. Her hand had unconsciously fiddled with the silver cross around her neck while absorbing the words of the bespectacled girl.
"So," Bonnie had said once finished, "will you help us out?"
Standing in silence, Saralynn had considered everything she heard. How everyone had suggested her for what they required knowing that she was the most sincere, the one always most happy to help. How without her they wouldn't be able to go on this year's group trip. How she'd be serving a greater purpose and keeping others on the virtuous path. That last one especially had strengthened her resolve and she had clutched her cross momentarily before dropping her hand away.
"Okay. I'll do it."
Now here she waited, ready to but still nervous about serving her duty. She felt warm, and not from her pink turtleneck and light blue cardigan. She was used to that. What she wasn't used to was what Bonnie and the rest of the group needed from her. She remembered how they had cheered after she emerged back into the main meeting room once she had agreed to everything. They had all thanked her and blessed her, and the guys had all given her hugs. Those alone had made her cheeks blush. The knowledge of what they were about to do made her heart hammer.
The door opened and Saralynn looked up to see Travis enter the closet. While he shut the door behind him, the honey-haired blonde adjusted her position and straightened her long, cream-colored skirt, swiping at the fabric in her lap and under her butt and thighs, trying to make herself feel presentable before settling back on her haunches.
"Hey, Saralynn," Travis said, stepping toward her. The lanky boy always seemed somewhat quiet, and she returned a smile to help make him feel more comfortable. "I really appreciate you doing this. We all do."
"Of course," she said, clasping her hands in her lap and gazing up at him. Her walnut-brown eyes only added to her innocent appearance and Travis bit his lip at the angelic vision. "How could I say no to helping you all from falling into temptation?"
Giving a brusque nod, Travis unzipped his slacks, took out his already stiff dick, and began jacking off, his tip point right at Saralynn's sweet face.
Her eyes went wide.
Even though she knew this was what was going to happen, she still had never seen a man's tool in real life before, and the sight of it surprised her. Especially so close, inches away from her nose and her lips. No amount of anatomy textbooks and demonstrations with bananas could have prepared her for the size, shape, and thickness of the real thing. For the stiffness of the shaft in Travis's hand, a single visible vein snaking across its length. For the way the head emerged again and again from the bit of foreskin covering most of it. And for the strange, soft, slapping sound of his fist drumming a rhythm on his crotch.
She would have to get used to it, though. There were two other guys on this trip and two more days still to go. Plenty of time to adjust to her duties as a "sincatcher."
Anticipation had hit a fevered pitch in the weeks leading up to this year's group trip. A chance to worship at the oldest church in the nearby city of Hardwood and participate in a beachside mission to bring lost sheep into the flock? Everyone was looking forward to it. The girls even went shopping together to buy new swimsuits. Though unlike the others, Saralynn purchased a nice conservative one-piece that she still planned to wear with a sarong.
Then three days before the trip, Miss Anne came down with a terrible fever. No one else was available to accompany them and even though everyone was eighteen, their sickly chaperone didn't feel comfortable letting girls and boys go off together on their own, where temptation to sin could run high. All seemed lost. But then Bonnie came up with an idea.
Naturally, surrounded by girls and in such a setting, the boys might find themselves under the devil's sway through no fault of their own. However, if someone there could step in and act as a relief for the men, a place for them to deposit their sin -- without any practice of real sexual intercourse -- it would help keep everyone pure. Saralynn was the obvious choice for the role.
As the one always first to volunteer for services and efforts, the one everyone in town talked about as the kindest and most selfless, they knew they could count on her. Miss Anne apparently agreed and said she would let them go on the trip only if Saralynn submitted herself to the task.
All of this was of course explained to her after the fact that day in the storage area with Bonnie. She never witnessed the discussions herself and even saw Miss Anne at the store the day before they all left. Nora's older sister seemed fine, but Saralynn thought nothing of it because she saw no reason why Miss Anne would lie about being sick. She even chastised herself and said a prayer later for even thinking such things.
Back in the closet, Travis grunted, and a viscous clear liquid emerged from the small slit at the very tip of his cock. The sounds of masturbation grew louder and wetter, and his hand moved faster across his pole. Saralynn broke contact with Travis's penis and turned her gaze up to him.
"Is it, um, always that hard?" she asked. She wasn't sure if she should talk or sit in silence and wait but something about the location and about the purpose reminded her of the lay confessions that they sometimes did during bible study. Confessing the sin was part of the process of forgiveness, so she thought maybe this might help. "Was it someone specific?"
"It was Virginia," he admitted, jerking at himself harder. "Sitting next to her in the van during the drive... I've been thinking about it since."
Saralynn nodded. She understood. The lord blessed the blue-eyed blonde with breasts meant to raise many children and the ride to the Airbnb was rather bumpy. She had questioned Virginia's choice of shirt, but the other girl had rolled her eyes and said, "That's what you're for."
A deep part of Saralynn wondered why she needed to do this if she didn't cause it, but selflessness was a true tenet of the faithful. She told herself that she was sacrificing only a small piece of her own purity to protect those of others.
"It's okay," she said. "It's not your fault. Go ahead and release those feelings. Deposit all those sinful thoughts Virginia made you feel."
