Pastor Takes Three Generations

"How much farther do we have to go?" whined the tall girl. She was 19, restless and was still unsure about the forthcoming baptism that she was to undergo with her grandmother Consolata, who was sitting in the front passenger seat.

"Just look up at the clouds over the horizon," said the driver-guide. "The sky looks paler."

The girl Jill, pouting, agreed that indeed it was.

"That is because of the light reflecting off the water. It means we are almost at the beach resort."

"Is that so?" said Pastor Muriu. "I have never known that was the reason for that colour." He was a tall man of medium build, with some grey in his temples. His charcoal-grey trousers were severely ironed and he took care to sit in such a way that they would not crease. When he stood up in front of his congregation he prided himself in looking fresh, as if he had just come from the dressing room. He always wore sparkling white shirts, meticulously ironed, today under a faux-leather jacket with shiny studs in the epaulettes.

His assistant pastor, 38-year old Jennifer, was exultant that her mother was going to be baptized at last. She had also brought along her own daughter to be baptized into their church, hoping to curb Jill's unruly behavior. The 60-year old Consolata had lived a rudderless life, and had taken many lovers while Jennifer was growing up. She set a very poor example for her daughter, Jennifer.

Were it not for the high school that Jennifer went to, she would never have found the Lord Jesus and given her life to Him in her first year. Her first cousin Betty, was a member of the Christian Union and took pride in taking her to the lunch-time meetings. Here she saw these bigger girls singing lustily, while clapping joyously. She began to see that this salvation thing could be good for her personally, if it gave one so much happiness.

At a 'rally' organized by the Christian Union of Starehe Boys the preacher's sermon pierced her heart. At the end of that she knelt at the altar, prayed to God forgive her sins and make her a child of God. When schools closed for the holidays she told her mother that she was now a new creation, she was saved. All she got was a puzzled look, as if she had lost her mind.

Consolata was a middle manager at an international bank. She lived a free life, frequently coming home drunk, and quite often on the arm of a strange man Jennifer had never seen before. Sometimes the young woman got bothered that the life she and her friends at school spoke about and aspired to, contrasted so starkly with what she experienced at home. In the end she decided to separate the two in her mind, as if they were different subjects, taught by two different teachers.

When, after school, she found a job at a bank due to her mother's connections, she felt that she was entitled to have a boyfriend; it seemed the grown-up thing to do. It did not take long before she was pregnant at the age of 19.

"You have been sleeping around, even though you are 'saved'?" Consolata made it sound like a disease. Jennifer wanted to ask her if what she did with strange man was not sleeping around but held her tongue. The shorter this conversation was the better it was for her.

In the fullness of time she gave birth to a baby girl. It was a difficult labor with the baby not quite in breech, but one shoulder leading the other by a fraction. Jennifer felt as if she had let down her friends from the school CU and ceased going to church altogether. Her cousin Betty however did not give up on her, paying her frequent visits, imploring her to return to God. Eventually when little Jill had reached schooling age, Betty's efforts paid off. Jennifer joined the Church of All Nations, in which she became moderately active.

The pastor of their church was accused of staging fake miracles and using them to push his congregation to give more money to the church. The worst case was a woman who claimed she was a prostitute and had been paid a sum of money to pretend her mouth was crooked, and could not speak properly. But during a miracle service Jesus had touched her mouth and made it straight again. Her speech had been restored at a stroke. She revealed she had met the pastor when he had come to avail himself of her services, after which he had promised to give her a lot of money, if she would take part in the 'miracle healing'. But he had reneged on his part of the bargain, leading her to make the matter public.

The scandal was reported in all the mass media bringing the career of the pastor to a crashing halt. The church closed and the two cousins had to look for another church. They went on a 'shopping spree' attending several churches for short periods before they found Helicopter Ministries run by Pastor Muriu. He took an instant liking to the two young women, so that Jennifer was to find herself attending Nairobi Institute of Theology training to be a pastor. She told all her friends and family that she had received the call of God to spread the gospel to the world when she resigned from the bank. Her bosses were rather disappointed as they were already considering her for a promotion to officer rank.

That was five years before. Now she was the revered assistant pastor of Helicopter Ministries. When Muriu wanted to hold a healing miracle service, since they were reputed to bring in tons of money in tithes and offerings she told him the story of their collapsed church years earlier. They were in his bed after a wild sexual romp that had started the evening before. He never completely gave up on the miracle service idea, but trusted in his deputy's judgment, as much as he depended on her body to deliver the most exquisite joys that God had ever invented.

Instead he came to the idea of having new converts baptized in the abundant waters of the Indian Ocean. Every quarter they brought a group of fresh recruits to this beach resort to be inducted properly into the Faith. This quarter he was very pleased with the old lady Consolata, who had come with her granddaughter. Pastor Muriu knew very well that his deputy was the daughter of Consolata and the mother of the young girl Jill, which gave him a deep satisfaction to know that he had three members of a family in his flock now.

As the driver branched off the main road towards the resort Pastor Muriu was very glad that this was going to be a great success. He had never had two members of the same family in his flock before, and now he was going to score three generations of the same family, especially that of his deputy pastor. This gave him a lot of satisfaction, and the fact that his deputy pastor's mother was still a very attractive woman was a source of great joy to him. He knew that the induction would make the old lady's sexual gifts available to him, and he wondered whether the mother's breasts had something of the firmness of his deputy's pair; they definitely looked as large. Pastor Muriu had also noticed that the young girl Jill was growing a bust as generous as her mother and her grandmother. He mused that these lovely, huge breasts ran in the family. He was looking forward to enjoying the gifts of these three lovely women. Surely, he thought to himself, the helicopter's rotors would soon be spinning up, sending the whole machine high up into the apex of pleasure.

As the car bumped along the rough, dusty road towards the resort, leaving the tarmac behind, great clouds of dust billowed up around and behind the car, some of it even managing to get into the car, which surprised the driver guide.

"I must have this car looked at again. There must be a crack somewhere," he commented.

Pastor Muriu was already getting concerned because if the dust became too much, it would soil his clothes and he would no longer be looking at pristine as he preferred. But in fact, it was not enough to make his clothes look any different, although dust motes could be seen floating about. Soon enough, the gate to the resort could be seen ahead. Ivy had been allowed to be overgrow it so that as it opened one felt as if they went in under an arch, or as if you had entered a tunnel. Indeed, they were entering a different sphere, a domain which was reserved for Helicopter Ministries. At Easter and at Christmas time the church allowed outsiders to stay in the resort for a hefty fee, and members for a lower one. This is added to Pastor Muriu's earnings, helping him keep looking young, immaculate in the best clothes available, and even to have facial treatments done from time to time. Some people joked that to keep his teeth, famous for being always shiny and white, he must spend a small fortune in dental care, which was true up to a point.

The car pulled up at the entrance to the hotel and the group got out leaving the driver guide to bring in the luggage and later go and park the car. Consolata got a room to herself while Jill and her mother were allocated a room together. Of course the pastor took the best room, the biggest of them all. As the stay progressed, all the rooms would end up as good as his, too.

Muriu got into his room, laid his clothes neatly on the bed and got into the shower. As the water cascaded over his body, his mind floated to young Jill's breasts. The image floated in front of his eyes, and he could see his hands covering them, and hefting their weight. In an instant, his cock stood to attention and almost without his knowing it, his hand had slid down and grasped the thick stem. Applying a little soap, he began rubbing up and down his cock as he thought about sucking Jill's nipples. He was sure they would be just as lovely as her mother's. Without warning his mind switched to grandmother Consolata. Muriu felt those breasts would turn out to be just as good as Jennifer's. After all Jennifer got hers from Consolata. Before he knew it he was firing his jizz onto the wall tiles in the bathroom. The pastor's orgasm was so powerful that he staggered slightly. He was saved from falling onto the floor by its grooved pattern, preventing him from slipping.