A mixed match between a young man and his female pastor for a charity event. Things get lewder than they expected when the sheltered and pure boy ends up actually rolling around with the curvy woman.
As usual, always got more stories on patreon.com/sandcastles or https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316wrestling event, planning to keep it squeaky clean and moral but with some expected grinding, nip slips and dirtier moves than planned messing with those expectations.
This was real fun to write on a few levels. I don’t often do mixed stuff, but I think the level of exploration here encouraged it. Could do more matches, at least if I can think up enough female Bible characters. Making the match a staged fight let me focus on the sexiness more, for better or worse based on the reader.
I’ve got a complicated relationship with religion, but I grew up in a very chill church that stuck with me in a lot of ways. I did more than a few charity volunteering, though naturally never like this. I kind of wanted to capture that side of things; I never really try to make religion evil like I know a lot of authors tend to. I also don’t even try to make them purely good! The short of it is I like creating a setting or scene where someone has some VERY strong beliefs and how that affects their own personality on a case by case basis. It’s probably why cults and fanatical warriors show up in a lot of my stuff.
Baker’s Hill was a cozy and wholesome little town with a friendly, generous community. There was always gossip or kids being kids or the occasional accident, but crime was incredibly low and there was always somebody to pitch in when anyone was in need.
They attributed a lot of it to the local church. They were incredibly welcoming and were always putting together some fundraiser or another, whether to help out a local, keep the church itself afloat, or just donate to a charity because why not? They set an overall good example for the town as a whole that helped everything run smoothly and happily.
The Holy Hill Church held their usual meeting on a Saturday afternoon. It was the first one of the month and that was when they welcomed any who wanted to attend to plan their next charity drive. They had already settled on their Need To Feed (supplying food to the poor in impoverished areas) after their All Aboard the Trans Train donations last month, but they were still settling on how to earn this month’s funds.
“Now we need our fundraiser itself. And, Miss Jacobs, I think you had mentioned having some
Pastor Anne smiled down the table at the helpful churchgoers. She was a rather lovely woman, especially for being single. A thick sweater over her dress shirt and some slacks tastefully concealed her curvy figure as best they could. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders and always seemed to have a warm, motherly smile on her face. She pitched in with all sorts of projects around the church and for the charity events, but she still had some soft curves about her hips.
A thin latina woman smiled and stood up further down the table, sitting among the other moms and the teenagers.
“Yes! I found my kids watching these videos on youtube about how to wrestle. Like they do on TV. They were begging me to rent them a ring to mess around in and apparently there’s a place in town that rents them out. What if we rent one, have some of us watch the videos, put on a show and sell tickets?”
It created an immediate ripple of interest running through the casual council. Everyone from the secretary, the community members, the clergy and the youth group looked tickled by the idea.
“Oh that sounds fun,” old lady Henderson agreed.
“We could stage a few matches with whoever would want to sign up. Maybe some cute little gimmicks, like making bible stories out of them or something?” Mr. Hayes suggested.
“We must have some old costumes that would work…” Judy from the local theater offered.
“Or just bathing suits should be plenty, right?”
“Tasteful ones,” Pastor Anne enforced, with the rest of the assembled churchgoers quickly agreeing.
“But… I think we have our fundraiser idea. Anyone opposed?”
Nobody was.
“Great! I’ll pass around a volunteer list and you can message me if you’ve got any friends or family who want in on it. Deb, try and get a hold of those guys with the ring rentals. Judy, work with Don and Keisha to get some scripts and um… gimmicks? Ideas for the wrestlers together. I’ll put together a post and spread the news! I bet this’ll be one of our biggest donations to date!”
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In a little over a week, the event was all put together. Tickets sold well, with opening for more donations by visitors while they streamed it over Kate’s laptop. People came in from out of town to witness the flashy show. The parking lot of the church was soon packed with onlookers who parked for blocks around to get in close to the official-looking wrestling ring. Helping hands sold the tickets, snacks and drinks to keep the fans happy and pumped for the event. The Holy Church Wrestling (HCW) was officially live!
Just inside the church, the amateur wrestlers were gathering near the entrance. They had largely fallen back on leotards and bathing suits for their costumes, but the craftier members of the church had helped tailor them to add a bit of style.
Pastor Anne was always an active leader at the church, so she was prepared to wrestle in the first match. She wore a black and white one piece and a fake nun’s habit, running with a nun gimmick so long as they were playing around with stereotypical looks. They were assured that loud and simple worked best with these kinds of things, and she thought it was a fun look. Everyone assured her that she looked great, politely avoiding mentioning just how thick her hips and her large, wide breasts looked in the tight outfit. She had a silver-colored crucifix sewn into the chest of her outfit, which was a bit stretched out with her hefty bosom behind it.
“You ready for this, Tommy?” she asked, her exciting showing in her tone and the broad smile on her face.
The boy next to her nodded. He had been active in the church since he went to preschool here, his mom taking him all his life. He was a good, purehearted boy with short black hair and a fairly thin build. He was in a snug pair of red trunks with a cartoon devil on the back, and a bit of ashes smudges on his cheeks like facepaint. He was entering the ring as Little Devil, starting things off with a basic “good conquers evil” kind of match. He’d play a rude little demon of a kid trying to cheat his way to the top while “Sister Ann” would end up punishing and pinning him.
“Huh? Oh! Yea! I’m good. I mean, yea. I’m ready,” the boy rambled.
He had read the script and memorized all the moves. He’d watched the training videos about how to make the match look good without anybody getting hurt. It had all been thrown together so quickly that they trusted everyone to know the moves without having to practice. Tommy wasn’t sure if it would have helped, but he was made INTENSELY aware that this was the first time the kid had seen a woman as big and busty as Anne in a bathing suit. Puberty was hitting him harder than ever as he could feel his pulse raging in his shorts.
“Don’t be nervous,” Anne assured him, patting the young man on the shoulder.
“It’s all for a good cause, and there’s an audience full of good people out there. Just do your best and they’ll love it.”
Bending over just brought her boobs closer to Tommy’s face. He blushed bright pink beneath his makeup as the pastor looked up and waved to another of the helping hands.
“Alright. That’s my cue. You can come right behind me, okay?”
Tommy nodded, holding his breath as he watched her trot out the door with her wide booty bouncing right in front of him. He did his best to shut out the sinful thoughts, but he had his show to do and his evil persona to play.
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The audience reacted just as they expected. The good people of Baker’s Hill cheered on Sister Ann and playfully booed Little Devil (while politely applauding his performance) as they made their separate entrances. Ann flexed for the crowd, seemingly just as unaware of how much it showed off her chest and made a few blessing cross gestures before entering the ring. Tommy quickly went into character, growling theatrically at nearby spectators and making challenging gestures to everyone in general.
Tommy climbed into the ring to face off with his opponent. He squirmed as he felt so many eyes on him as he shifted his thighs, trying to hide the growing bulge in his trunks. He didn’t think his pastor would look so… tempting up close. Especially when she bent over, letting her big breasts bob to a stop beneath her chest as she leaned on her thighs. It was more woman than the sheltered boy had ever seen in person. He did his best to focus on the script.
“Your god can’t save you from me!” he threatened theatrically, hiding the crack in his voice quickly.
“No mercy for blasphemers, you naughty little boy,” Ann warned as she strode up to him.
Somehow the line felt a lot different in the moment than when he read it in the script. He stepped up, trying to concentrate on the moves and not what he was seeing. Which was Pastor Ann’s tits bouncing awfully close to his face. He just raised his hands, cuing her he was ready to lock up in their initial grapple.
Tommy interlocked his fingers with hers and they stomped the mats, pushing at each other rather gently in a mockery of a shoving contest. The audience got fired up so they put a little more pressure into it, leaning harder into their stances. Tommy blushed as that meant Ann’s boobs pushed up against his upper chest and cheek. They were so unbelievably soft…
“Tommy,” she whispered to him, making his blush flare up again under the dark smudges of makeup.
“I’m ready.”
“Oh! Right!”
Tommy’s mind went back to his script like it was his new holy text for guidance. He stepped back just enough to pull Ann towards him, throwing his knee up to bump into her stomach. The busty woman huffed loudly, clutching her gut like it was an actually shocking hit. She went wide-eyed as she bent over and Tommy backed off. He laughed triumphantly as he planted his fists on his hips.
“That’s right! Only cheaters and sinners get to win!” he cackled, to the natural boos of the audience.
Tommy grabbed Ann by the hair rather gently, but she let out a sharp wail. Her hands went up to grab his wrists, reacting like he was being much rougher with her. Having her bent over with her face at crotch level making such intense noises was definitely new to him and got a lot of confusing feelings coursing through him.
Tommy snapped out of it and dropped to his knees, pulling Ann down with her. She raised her arms to break her fall, but her boobs still connected with the mats. The way they bounced around was the stuff that would linger in Tommy’s dreams as she milked her stunt landing at his feet. All was going according to plan, apart from the feelings the scripted bout was giving him.
He went along with the motions, climbing onto Ann’s back and hooking his hands underneath her chin. The camel clutch was easy enough to fake, just holding up her chin while she arched her back. Seeing her tits thrust out so much that he could see them from behind her, struggling to escape her leotard, made him very aware of the fact that his groin was grinding on her lower back just short of her full, fat ass. Her wailing and kicking her feet just made her jiggle around more, bouncing around until she was unwittingly grinding back on him. Tommy lingered in the hold a little longer than he needed to, mindlessly enjoying his hard erection against her soft buns as he worked on her neck and back..
Ann finally intervened, grabbing and slowly “overpowering” the devilish young man’s hands. He grunted and pretended to struggle but she tossed him over her head by the arms, forcing him to tumble head over heels. He ended up in a sitting position when Ann rose to her feet and swung a quick but severely pulled kick to his chest. Her thick thigh wobbled as he hastily sold the hit, grunting and going flat on his back. His legs shuffled wearily, mostly trying to distract from and hide his erection.
He writhed until Ann had time to run into the ropes, bouncing back and jumping into a leg drop. Her juicy thigh bounced harmlessly off his chest as he grunted and flopped again, but she got off and grabbed him by the head to drag him closer. His head rested on her lap as he dreaded what came next.
“How about a little righteous punishment?!” Ann huffed, a little out of breath.
She pulled Tom’s head between her legs and squeezed them shut around him. The supportive cheers from the crowd were dulled by the pale, pillowy softness of Ann’s legs hugging around his ears. Her thighs rubbed around his cheeks and face, engulfing him in the vague but inescapable smell of her womanhood. Pastor Ann grunt and flexed her legs, trying to make the punishing hold more convincing but really just rubbing him in closer to her crotch.
Tom let out a few muffled moans. He flailed around, slapping and grabbing at his captor’s thighs which just gave him even more concerning feelings. Ann just twisted to one side to lock it on tighter, laying on her elbow as she bent him along with her. It had the unexpected side effect of turning his body around, facing her as his face was shoved right into her crotch. Even through the one piece, there was no mistaking that he was practically inside her pussy with nothing but the thin fabric between them.
Tommy let out a startled cry, rubbing his nose and mouth against her slit. Ann gasped and stiffened up, jerking back in surprise. Her hand rubbed between her legs, the spot damp between the stimulation and his gawking drool.
“N-no biting! Dirty little devil!” she scolded loudly.
She blushed but she was thankfully just as committed to keeping up the act and putting on the show as Tommy was. The audience seemed to buy it as she stumbled away, leaning back on the ropes. Her legs seemed weak, so she held herself up on them as Tommy realized they had lost the script. Her improvised break on the hold had thrown things off course, so his mind raced to figure what Little Devil would do with the opportunity.
He crawled back up to his feet before committing to rushing at his stunned preacher. She had her shaky legs sprawled out and apart enough that Tommy saw them as the perfect target, stomping on the meaty part of her thigh. He pulled his punches, of course, but Ann caught on enough to let out a pained cry. She clutched at her leg, taking a few more hits before she went down to one knee. Her other boot still braced on the mats, leaving her even more spread out when Tommy… or rather, Little Devil threw a rushing soccer kick up into her crotch.
Ann sold it perfectly… or perhaps she felt it more than he expected. She gasped and shuddered, doubling over as she cupped her pussy. She fell to her knees howling and moaning exaggeratedly as she leaned on the ropes. She shook her head as she waved a hand at Tommy for mercy. Seeing her on her knees, once again so close to his confused erection, was a sight to see as he looked down at her wobbling cleavage.
He tried to give Ann a moment to catch her breath as he flexed and lorded over her. He gave her a dismissive shove to the head as the audience booed his foul play. He knew he was supposed to play the bad guy here, but he had never expected to like it this much. Ann went tumbling over, leaning on the ropes to slump over them. She squeezed her head and chest through the ropes, pressing her thick weight on them while her big ass remained facing Tommy. She still held her fake-aching groin and the wet patch they had left behind, but her thick thighs spread out like she was inviting him in for more. She had been committed to maintaining the illusion of the match, so…
He kicked her again, enjoying how his bare foot felt pressing against her mound. He really nailed it this time and Ann’s shrieking reached new heights. It was shrill and quivering as she bent over further, the audience booing or trying to cheer on her recovery as the obvious good girl in the match. Tommy’s heart raced as being able to get away with such cruelty, even if staged, and how sexy it made Ann look at the moment.
He decided there was no choice but to run with it. He grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to drag her up. Ann acted like she was gripping the ropes and resisting, but she was actually slowly standing up to help him out. Tommy gave a harder pull, forcing her back to her booted feet. He might have pulled harder than he wanted and highly overestimated the durability of the discounted swimsuits they were using, because he tore the shoulder strap right off Sister Ann’s one piece. Her breast spilled right out and the uneven garment let her other tit flop out next to it. The huge, pearly pink-tipped breasts were even bigger than Tommy had imagined (mostly during this match) when they were allowed to flop free.
Ann’s eyes went wide and she started to blush beet red. There were many gasps and murmurs from the crowd at the sight as she froze up, trying to cover her chest up meekly. Things were clearly way out of hand and Tommy saw two choices. He could try to cover her up and call the whole thing off, ruining the charity and the event, or…
“Haha! Look at those big fake boobs, you great pretender!” he cackled.
He pulled her hand away from her chest and delivered a limp-wristed chop across her bosom. Ann grunted from the hit, snapping her out of her stupor as her wobbling tits bounced around on her chest. She clutched her chest and caught Tommy’s eye as he flashed her a quick raise of his eyebrows. He sent a few weak punches into her chest to follow, making her grunt and moan as she started getting more into it.
“Ohhh no! Your sinful attacks are so dangerous!” she hammed it up.
The cheesy acting actually seemed to sell it better to everyone. He heard the shock and tension rapidly fade, a few people pointing out how fake it all was. Some even voiced that they were obviously fake breasts she wore under her costume as part of the act. There was no way she could have been hiding that much curves all this time.
Little Devil went on wailing on her chest, even grabbing one and twisting as he dug his fingers into it. Ann continued to run with it as she wailed like a damsel in distress, guided around as he pulled on her heavy orbs. Tommy spun her around, getting an arm around her neck in a chokehold. He shook her around while using his hands to try and cover her up, which happened to include a lot of his clawing and groping. It also held her right against him, his erection rubbing between her ass cheeks and nudging the wet spot that was still growing between her thighs.
“Mwaha! Your faith is wavering, making you weak! This is the power that vices like pornography and cigarettes give me!” he boasted with another of his lines they had blown past in the process.
Ann was thrashing weakly, grinding her ass up against his cock through their swimsuits. His breathing got heavy as precum oozed from hips tip, lubricating his humping amidst her struggles. The audience was getting fired up now that it seemed like had control over the situation, so he tried to go for something big. He squeezed around Ann’s chest and stomach, grunting hard as he just managed to lift her off her feet. With a quick twist, he managed a sloppy suplex that still managed to drop Ann on her back and shoulders. She grunted hard, flopping limply on the mats as he grabbed her by her boots, pushing them up over her head and leaning over her for a pin. He slapped the mat, acting his as his own referee for the pinfall.
“1! 2!” he declared before Ann went tumbling to one side. She bucked out of the pin, but it left him falling between her legs. His face flopped between her boobs and more than ever before, he felt like the maternal pastor had taught him what heaven was like as he felt her jugs smother around his face.
She wrapped her arms around his head, bearhugging him into her chest in another attempt to both wrestle and cover up her naked breasts using Tommy’s face. He moaned in mixed pleasure and fake distress as he slapped and shoved at her soft sides. Ann just dragged herself up to her knees as she squeezed and shook him in a rather enjoyable hug.
“Take that! Feel the mighty embrace of God’s love!” she panted.
Her shifting around left her thick thigh pushed between his legs, rubbing his budding erection and the wet spot at the front of his trunks. Tommy found himself leaning limply into the move, not even needing to act as he felt himself less and less compelled to escape. The audience got fired up by the mama bearhug as Tommy felt blindly over her body for a way out, mostly to put on a decent show of things. When his pawing hand rubbed over her crotch, he felt how soaking wet she was as well. It raised a lot of questions that he didn’t bother to answer at the moment, just rubbing experimentally. He could hear the husky grunts and moans grow deeper as Ann tried holding onto him but started to love her grip. He let his other hand roam enough to reach around and smack her on the butt. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest and hips further into him. His fingers slipped enough to dip under her swimsuit, shocked to find his first time touching a vagina was in front of all these people and while wrestling a holy woman.
The audience was getting bored of the hug by the sounds that snuck past Ann’s earmuffing tits. So he started swinging and slapping some more. His free hands swatted at her stomach, sides and breasts, even catching some to her face. They were just hard and quick enough to let out a sharp striking sound, but mostly just made her curves jiggle to sell the impact. She grunted and groaned, seeming to exaggerate the moves, but her hips kept bumping against him. She ground on his hand or thigh whenever she could, both of them discreetly dry-humping in the ring.
Tommy smacked hard against one of her nipples and she let out a high-pitched cry. She shuddered as he learned that Pastor Ann might have been way more into spanking than he expected as she came against him, shaking in supposed pain as she orgasmed. Her bulk slumped against him, moaning in his ear as she trembled and her body bucked against him. Tommy was shocked, but he couldn’t imagine the trouble he’d be in if they got figured out. He pulled back, wound up and threw another big haymaker of a punch to Ann’s face. He loosened his fist at the last minute, just pushing her over as she limply flopped over to the mats.
“Almost had me,” he panted, subtly adjusting his trunks again.
“But the devil’s got a few tricks of his own, wench.”
He got a grip on one of Ann’s boots, lifting and dragging her into a corner. He did his best to politely fold one leg over the other, making her look truly listless but really trying to hide her damp cum stain in case anyone happened to look. He wanted to wrap things up soon, at the very least so he could hurry off to a bathroom to deal with all his dubious arousal. He climbed the corner ropes, taking his time to catch his breath. He really was distracted between his erection and all that was going on, but he wanted to give Ann time to figure out what he was doing. This was supposed to be their big finish in the original script. He reached the top where he dug around behind the turnbuckle, bringing out a black plastic elbow pad and strapped it on for some nasty-looking damage.
“Get ready for my evil finisher: The Pagan’s Elbow!” Tommy declared, making sure that she heard it.
Ann just moaned and writhed. He remembered the insistence that they trust their partner during the match, considering nobody was really getting hurt and it was all about the show. He leapt off the ropes, ready for her to roll out of the way and get a lucky pin while he was injured (despite the protective elbow pad).
But she didn’t! Ann’s eyes rolled and her hard nips wobbled around on her chubby tits. She huffed loudly as even pulling his weight back to his knees, he slammed down on her soft and half-exposed belly. Her legs flopped out again and her arms splayed out with them, looking utterly flattened. Her fluttering eyes made him realize that maybe the massive orgasm had messed with her head more than he’d expected… or at least awoken something in her about being beat up and humiliated by one of her church’s youths.
“Uh… good! Now you’re mine!” Tommy improvised as best he could.
He climbed onto her, sitting on her big hefty tits. Humiliating her like this really was an awakening of his own as he sat on her face. The audience gasped and booed the degrading position, even if feeling Ann’s hot breath and parting mouth on his bulge was absolutely mind-numbing. He almost forgot how to count before he felt her mumble something. The vibrations felt like…
“Oh! Uh, 1!”
She moaned again, the tone slightly different as a desperate gasp. He swallowed hard as her pursing lips nuzzled his balls and cock through his trunks. It made him shiver, grinding against her smoothly in a long ride as his thighs squeezed her face against his boner.
“2…”
She gave another desperate, soft whine into his package. The soft, warm vibration made him shiver and pant out “THREEEE!” As if it were a countdown of her own for him to obey, he came in his shorts, indirectly making a mess of her face through the wet fabric.
The bell rang from somewhere backstage and the audience was fired up. They were shouting or booing, but many smiled or clapped all the same. Little Devil shuddered, tingling with the feelings of his surprising orgasm before he carefully slid off of her. He cleared his throat carefully and did all he could through most of the fight: he thought on his feet.
“So uh… this match is mine! But at what cost? My immortal soul. This shallow victory is uh… nothing compared to the eternal rewards of Heaven. I’ll have to face my Maker eventually… just like I’ll be taking on Mary ‘Muscles’ Magdalene when I come for her belt, and like I’ll have to face Sister Ann in a rematch next time. Until then, I’m uh… going to go say some swears while NOT praying.”
The audience took a moment to take in his monologue. As he went to help revive Ann and drag her back to her knees, the audience caught on and started to applaud. They cheered and whistled for the impressive show that had its own roundabout moral lesson to it, technically. Tommy had played a bad guy and given him some accidental depth in the process, all while covering up the unexpected dirtiness that resulted from their unpracticed rolling around.
“Good job,” Pastor Ann panted to him as he helped her back down the runway. He led her back into the church out of sight as she finished tying a crude knot into her swimsuit to cover herself up. She couldn’t quite make eye contact with Tommy for long despite her simple praise.
“GUYS! What the hey was that?!”
Judy came rushing in. The bespectacled, chubby Asian theater girl waved around the script in one hand.
“I know. We went way off script. Kind of got… caught up in the moment,” Tommy summed up.
“Yea, no kidding,” Judy snorted with a smile.
“And everyone loved it! The fake boobs and the twist ending and the uh… let’s call ‘em creative holds… people were donating like CRAZY whenever the donation collectors went around! At least when they could look away from the ring for a second! We’ve already made more than we expected for the whole DAY!”
Tommy and Ann stared in quiet disbelief. Not only did they avoid anyone catching on, but people had loved it and been moved to whole new levels of generosity.
“This could be our biggest charity drive yet! What’s your secret out there? I can let the others know and maybe we can tie that into some of the other matches,” Judy pressed.
Ann looked at Tommy. He cleared his throat.
“Just uh… just trust your instincts out there. You’ll figure out what people want,” Tommy assured her meekly.
“You certainly did,” Ann muttered, squirming a bit in her seat next to him.
Judy smiled and nodded before rushing off to let everyone know the new tone for their unexpectedly explorative fundraiser.
