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Pastor Thomas' Last Friday

By: BANJAR



Author's Note: The following narrative is pure fiction. There is no connection between the church herein described and any known organized religious order. There is no such church as St. Benecine. The fact that I use certain vocabulary traditionally associated with various religions is purely coincidental and should not be taken as a slur against anyone's customs or beliefs. Pastor Thomas is simply a concocted image of my own twisted and perverted imagination and does not represent any clerical personage or religious affiliation that I am aware of. However, I am sure that within every religious order there have been miscreants whose activities are just as foul and reprehensible as those described below. For the moment, set aside your own beliefs, customs and traditions and enjoy reading the exploits of this truly degenerate cleric.

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Pastor Thomas sat in the magnificent old leather bound high-backed chair in the senior pastor's study. It was Friday afternoon. The senior pastor and his assistant were away at conference. Pastor Thomas took this opportunity to relax in the quiet serenity of this room, normally off limits to all but the senior pastor himself. The sun poured in through the stained glass windows of the book lined room and filled the space with an aura of peace and tranquility seldom experienced by this 54 year old cleric. He mused over the past decades of his life. He closed his eyes and thought of all the parishes in which he had served, of the scandals his lecherous and larcenous nature had created. Now, contemplating what awaits him on Saturday, he frowned. Dismissal, defrocking, and banishment from the order weighed heavily on his lips as he mouthed the words.

The Committee of Inquiry [or inquisition as he termed it] had come to St. Benecine in answer to numerous complaints by parishioners regarding his behavior and after several days of interviews with staff and clergy alike, they reached their final conclusion. On the morrow were to announce their decision. He knew in his heart what the judgment would be and he had to admit to himself that in their shoes, he would have probably come to the same decision. He sighed and opened his eyes to gaze at the walls of bookshelves, crammed with world renowned texts of every philosophy mankind has ever thought of. He had read many of them and marveled at their acumen in explaining the ways of human nature, their interpretation of the Holy Word and the teachings found therein. And yet, somehow the wisdom of these thinkers had failed to create in him a passion for truth, decency, compassion for his fellow man and most importantly, the strictures that he was taught and vowed to uphold during his quest to become a pastor of this church. How had he strayed so far from the straight and narrow path? What demons had possessed his soul such that he had never been able to resist the temptations that seemed to present themselves to him on a daily basis? His crimes were not trivial. Stealing money from collection plates. Running up huge phone bills calling 900 numbers to talk to husky voiced harlots. Using church computers to access pornographic web sites. His sexual exploits with both single and married women in the church were the stuff of gossip at the Women's Auxiliary teas. The angry admonishments and beratings that fell on his ears when he was being castigated by his superiors caused him great pain and humiliation. He was transferred from one diocese to another, each frustrated pastor hoping that the new post would somehow reform his perverted ways or at the very least, rid themselves of this moral derelict. But Pastor Thomas knew in his heart that the demons would never let him have a moment's peace, even though, on this, his last Friday, he did experience some measure of inner tranquility.

His reverie was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door of the study. For a moment he was flustered. He should not even be in this room but there was only one door so he could not escape. He rose, crossed the lush Persian rug and opened the door. There, before his eyes stood a vision of beauty he had seen and lusted after for quite some time.

Mary L___, a young blond girl of barely 18 years stood with eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh, I was looking for Pastor Williams. Is he here?"

"Oh, I am sorry, my dear, but Pastor Willaims and Pastor Smith are both out of town until late Saturday evening. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well...she hesitated. I really wanted to talk to Pastor Williams. You see, I... well that is..."

Her shoulders began to slump and she started to sniffle.

"Come, come, my dear, " he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the study. "I am sure that we can talk over what is troubling you so. Just sit down here and tell me what is weighing so heavily on your soul."

She sat down in a chair opposite his and as she did so, her short skirt rode up on her creamy thighs causing him to momentarily glance towards her crotch.

"I feel so ashamed," she blurted out. "I have sinned terribly and my conscience is driving me crazy. I don't know what I can do!" She looked up at Pastor Thomas with tear filled eyes, imploring him to say something that would relieve her of her pain.

"Well, my child, tell me what sin you have committed that troubles you so. You must remember that anything you say here will never leave this room and perhaps I can help you in absolving your guilt." For a moment she was silent, wrestling with a decision to tell this fatherly figure everything that she had done or to just bolt out the door and run away. Father Thomas took a moment to assess the creature before him. She stood about 5'2" inches tall. She had shoulders that were wider than one would expect on such a small frame. She had an almost angelic face with big brown eyes and luscious, fat, "bee-sting" lips for which any cosmetic company would die to have in their women's magazine ads. Her breasts were pressing at the seams of her cotton blouse. They were like grapefruit, sliced in half and stuck to her chest. They heaved in time with her heavy breathing.

"Well, she began, it all started after the prom at the high school. My boyfriend, Derek, wanted to go to this party. Some kids had rented a room at a motel and he said they had stolen some liquor from their parents and..."

"I understand, my dear, " Pastor Thomas said in a low, soothing voice, "that sometimes these temptations are hard to resist. Did you go to the party?'

"At first I didn't want to but Derek got real mad and told me he was going and if I didn't I would have to walk home.!"

"So what happened at this party? Is that where your problem occurred?"

"Well, she sniffled, when we got there so many kids had showed up that there wasn't enough space in the motel room for everyone so a lot of them were just sitting outside in their cars or in the back of pickup trucks. Derek went inside and got some drinks and we sat outside on his tailgate. He kept getting more drinks and I began to get dizzy. I told him I didn't want any more but he kept telling me that I was a party pooper and that he was embarrassed in front of his friends because I was acting so up tight. I told him I wanted to lie down somewhere so he put me in the backseat of someone's big car and I fell asleep. When I woke up a lot of the kids had gone but Derek was sitting right next to my head. Oh, Pastor, I was so shocked. He had his...thing, you know...out of his pants and in his hand."

"You mean his penis?"

"Yes, and he was moving his hand up and down on it. I closed my eyes but he said I had to watch him. Then he leaned over and..." She started sobbing again.

"That's alright, my dear, just tell Pastor Thomas everything."

"Oh, Pastor, I am so ashamed. He put his...thing...his penis right in front of my mouth and told me to suck on it. I had never done anything like that. I told him I wouldn't do it, that it was a sin but he kept pushing it on my lips and all of a sudden it was in my mouth. I was so shocked and ashamed, I didn't move at first but he kept shoving it in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and jammed it into my throat. I gagged and coughed but he kept doing it until...Oh, I can't tell you what he did...it was so awful."

"Are you trying to say," Pastor Thomas suggested as he laid his hand on her shoulder, "that he ejaculated into your mouth?"

"Yes, yes and I choked on it and swallowed some of it and..."

"And what happened after that?'

"I started crying and insisted that he take me home. I guess he got scared a little because I was making such a scene and so he drove me home. Pastor Thomas, what can I do? I have sinned so badly that I may never be forgiven. I haven't told my parents or anyone but you about this. I can't sleep at night. I just don't know what to do..."

The old cleric sat back in his chair and watched the sobbing girl with a mixture of sympathy and unbridled lust. Here was a golden opportunity for him to serve in the capacity of father confessor for which he was trained and ordained. Or, his lecherous demon suggested, a chance to get his nuts drained once more before the axe fell on him.

Sadly, his weaker nature prevailed and he instantly hatched a foul scheme to satiate his carnal lust.

"Mary, my child, I could just tell you that you could light a candle and beg forgiveness and that would be enough to absolve you of your sin. However, that may not satisfy you since your soul seems to be tortured beyond normal limits. I have a very radical suggestion that you may find offensive at first but if you consider it carefully, I think you will agree that it will be the most direct course to ease your troubled mind."

"Oh, Pastor Thomas, please tell me what I must do. I will do absolutely anything to get rid of my terrible thoughts and fears. I put myself into your hands."

She reached forward and grasped both of Pastor Thomas' hands and squeezed them tightly.

"Well, "the old lecher replied, "you must drink of the Holy Essence to gain forgiveness for your sin. It is a very old custom in the church that has rarely been applied but in a situation as serious as this, I see no alternative."

"Holy Essence?" she asked, gazing intently on Pastor Thomas' face.

"Yes, he said. Each pastor of this church has been blessed with a special decree that he should deliver the Holy Essence to those sinners who have otherwise led a chaste life but for some reason, had committed only one sin. I have been so ordained and would like to see that you receive this special blessing."

As the thought of pulling off yet another scandalous caper formed in his perverted brain, the old man's cock began to rise underneath his cassock, forming a small tent between his legs. His cock was surely not the largest but it was long and fat enough to satisfy uncounted women who enjoyed its tumescence in all three orifices and some others not to be mentioned here. 

"But how can I receive this Holy Essence, she whined?"

"You have to understand, my dear, that this is a very unusual ritual and that you are indeed very fortunate to have come to someone who is experienced in performing it..

Now, just get on your knees with your hands behind your back and close your eyes."

The young girl dropped to her knees and closed her eyes.

"You need to unbutton the top half of your blouse because you will need to do some deep...he paused, grinned and continued...breathing while the ritual is in progress."

She unbuttoned her blouse such that the tops of her marvelous breasts jumped into view.

He gazed at them in wonder. Mother Nature had indeed been generous with this child.

"The whole purpose of this ritual is to place the Holy Essence in exactly the same place as the sin occurred. While you may think it is shocking, you must remain silent during the whole time and do exactly as you are told or you will break the spirit of the act. Do you understand and agree to follow my directions?"

"Oh yes, Pastor, I will do whatever you say and I won't say a word."

Pastor Thomas opened the front of his cassock and took his cock in hand. He gently wiped it and its pearly preseminal fluid across her pouting lips. He did this a few times and suddenly his penitent realized what was happening and opened her eyes. 

"Close you eyes," Pastor Thomas sternly barked at her.

She twitched slightly at the sound of his now commanding voice and did as she was told.

"Now, open your mouth and accept the vessel I have presented to you."

She opened her red lips and the fat, slimy cock slid into her mouth. It slid all the way to the back of her throat and she momentarily gagged a little. He drew it out just a bit and proceeded inward once again. Several times he slowly slid his pulsing cock into her mouth only to be rejected again and again. Throwing all caution and concern to the wind, he grabbed her head in his big, meaty hands and began thrusting harder and faster than before. Tears began to flood from the poor girl's eyes and ran down her cheeks.

Thoughts raced through her mind. She knew what she did with Derek was wrong and now her confessor was doing the same thing and yet, somehow this was all completely different.

It wasn't that she did not like the feeling of pleasing someone she admired, but she kept reminding herself that this was all for her benefit, to ease her troubled soul, to clear her conscience of the guilt she had suffered from for so many days. She began to accept the validity of this act and in doing so, she raised her hands from behind her back and placed them on the hips of her savior. The move was not lost on Pastor Thomas and he redoubled his efforts to get his fat cock down the girl's throat. The serenity of the normally quiet room was now broken by the feral grunts of the old man and slurping, coughing and mewling sounds of his felatrix. Shluck, shluck, shluck, the sounds of his thick cock thrusting into the fat red lips continued as the tide of orgasm began to rise in his loins. The moment of truth was but a few seconds away. With a final forceful lunge, he drove his cock into her throat and unleashed a torrent of white, hot, salty come in spurt after spurt. He immediately withdrew just in time for his victim to gag, cough and spit up some of the semen. A few drops fell into her opened blouse and ran down into her cleavage.

Pastor Thomas threw back his head and howled, "The Holy Essence has been delivered and the sins have been washed away. Swallow as much as you can, my dear, and the more you swallow, the sooner your soul will be as chaste and clean as the driven snow."

The young girl stopped her coughing and continued to swallow as much of the sticky slime as she could. She finally opened her eyes and raised her tear stained face to see Pastor Thomas smiling down at her.

"Oh, thank you, Pastor. I feel so good. That was a wonderful ritual. I feel like a terrible weight has been taken from me. How can I ever thank you for what you have done for me?"

"Your cleared conscience and purified soul are more than enough reward for me. I would only warn you that you have been blessed with a very special experience and you are hereby warned never to tell anyone of this. We clergy reserve this ritual only for those who truly deserve salvation and we are not about to allow people with frivolous claims to have this privilege. Do you understand what I am saying, Mary?"

"Oh, yes, Pastor, I won't tell anyone. I am so happy to have been cleansed that I would not do anything to ruin this wonderful feeling I have Thank you, dear Pastor, thank you so much."

With that she buttoned up her blouse, and with a confident stride, left the now darkened study. Pastor Thomas sat back in his chair and sighed. He felt the old familiar ache in his testicles as they busied themselves producing another load of his "Holy Essence."

Pastor Thomas' Last Friday Ch. 02



For those of you who saw the first installment of Pastor Thomas' Last Friday, you know the circumstances that led to the lecherous abuse of a young girl who came to her father confessor for absolution of her sins. For the newcomers, I will only say that this miscreant does not represent any known religious order. Pastor Thomas is a degenerate cleric of my own invention and should not be construed to reflect negatively on anyone's religious affiliation, belief or custom. That said, read on…..

After the young girl had left the senior pastor's study, Pastor Thomas sat for a moment, enjoying the pleasant ache in his testicles as they valiantly strove to refill the reservoir of semen the 54 year-old had just emptied into the mouth of his young penitent. In his younger days, this task could have been accomplished in less than an hour but now, in his advanced years, it would take a bit longer, or so he thought.

He left the senior pastor's study, only glancing back for a moment, thinking that this was surely the last time he would ever see or touch those hundreds and hundreds of hallowed tomes that filled the shelves lining the walls of this cloistered sanctuary. As he walked down to his own little nook of an office, which he shared with the sexton, he realized that everything he did today was probably his last experience as a pastor of St. Benecine, or of any religious order for that matter. He opened the door to his office with a heavy sigh. Once the committee of inquiry announced their decision, all this would be gone; the deference of the congregation, the perks of the profession, and the status of a pastor, so dearly sought after and so clearly unwarranted in his case.

He plopped down in his squeaky old office chair and shuffled through some correspondence that now bore no urgency of reply. "What's the point," he thought to himself? Once his status as a pastor unfrocked, banished and excommunicated became known, who would care to correspond with him on any subject? His melancholy was interrupted by a knock on the office door.

"Pastor Thomas," a soft female voice asked as a head bearing very long blond hair peeked around the door. "Good grief," he thought to himself, "not another one!"

As the young lady entered his dingy room, he perked up a bit. He could not recall having seen this one before, anywhere in the church or at the youth activities. The girl was unusually tall, probably six feet in her socks. The long blonde hair framed an angular face, highlighted by two enormous green eyes. She was slender to say the least. Virtually no bosom was visible under her T shirt. She wore typical jeans and sandals and carried a ratty looking book bag. 

"Come in, my child," he said as she quietly closed the door. The only other chair in the room was the sexton's straight back wooden antique. "Please sit down. Do I know you?"

"Well, I don't know. We just joined the church a few weeks ago. My name is Rose."

Pastor Thomas was momentarily taken aback by the classic beauty of this girl and he searched his memory, trying to think of that particular Sunday when newcomers are urged to come forward and join the church. Then something clicked in his head.

"Oh yes, you must be Clarence Petals' daughter, Clarence who runs the appliance store on Walnut Avenue."

"Yes, that's right. People always think my name is cute, Rose Petals." She giggled a typical teenage girl's laugh and smiled, showing a row of blazing white teeth.

"So," sighed Pastor Thomas, "what can I do for you? You know it's getting late. Shouldn't you be home for supper by now?"

The young woman looked down at the floor and hesitated a moment.

"I was just talking to Mary L___ a little while ago. She and I have become very good buddies. We keep no secrets. We share everything now and I knew she was upset about what happened after the prom last weekend. She said that after she talked to you, she felt like a new person, as though a terrible pain had been wiped off her soul."

Pastor Thomas stiffened with shock. "My God," he thought, "I told that girl to keep her mouth shut and ten minutes after she leaves, she blabs the whole thing." His panic was lessened a bit when he considered that whatever Mary accused him of, he could deny it to any and all who cared. And after tomorrow, it wouldn't matter anyway what people thought.

"Well, my dear," he forced himself with great effort to utter in a low and calm voice, "just what did she tell you?"

"Well, she said that you had a special way of getting rid of her shame and worry over her committing a terrible sin. She told me how you delivered a 'holy essence' and that after she drank it down, she felt so much better. It was like she was a new person."

"That's true, what she said, but that was a very special and secret ritual that we pastors reserve for only very unusual circumstances. She was told not to reveal this to anyone. But how is this of any interest to you?"

There was another long pause and then Rose looked at the old man's face with those big green eyes and began in a low but steady voice.

"Because I'm so tall and skinny and something of brainiac, I don't get to date much. In fact, I haven't had a date since my sophomore year. I had to go to a dance with my cousin because no one asked me. Now that I'm a senior, I thought maybe I could go to the prom, maybe even double date with Mary and Derek. But no one asked me. I dropped some really big hints with a couple of guys but they just laughed. One of them said he wouldn't go to a dog fight with bean stalk like me. I was really hurt but there was nothing I could do. No way was I going to take my geeky cousin."

"Then my half-brother Dale called our house about something. He is a freshman at Dalton University. My mom mentioned that I was down in the dumps because I didn't have a date for the prom. He said that his fraternity was having a keg party the same night and I could come if I wanted to. Since I'm eighteen now and it's legal to drink beer in Wisconsin, my mom said it would be ok if he promised to look out for me. I was so excited. I was going to go to a party with a bunch of college guys! The night of the prom, Dale picked me up and we drove over to his fraternity house. It was so cool. They had decorated everything like a country farm with hay bales and milk cans and even an old barn door. There were lots of guys and girls there, all dressed up in coveralls, kerchiefs and straw sun hats. We danced and played lots of silly games and I was having a great time. "

" Then Dale said that we were going to play a trivia game where the guys would ask the girls questions and which ever girl got the most correct answers, would get a special prize. I guess those sorority girls aren't too bright because I won the contest very easily. There was big crown placed on my head and a necklace made to look like a horse collar. It was like I was the big hit of the party. I guess I started drinking a lot then. They kept bringing me drinks to toast my victory. It was getting late and I told Dale that maybe he should take me home. Some of the college guys were hitting on me pretty heavy. "

She added with a smirk, "I have to admit I enjoyed the attention. "

"Then Dale told me that I was due one more honor. He told me that I got to sit at the 'Glory Hole'. I had no idea what that was but I was pretty drunk by then and was ready to agree to anything. He led me to this little room, more like a closet and sat me down on a low bench. There was only one little light in the room and I could hardly see. Dale said that it was now my chance to be the hit of the party by being the

"Princess of the Glory Hole". He closed the door and I just sat there, kind of woozy.

Then I noticed a hole in the wall, just about eye level. I started to peek through the hole when all of a sudden, this penis appeared in the hole! I was so shocked, I didn't know what to say or do. Then someone on the other side of the wall said, 'Start sucking, Princess. Show us what a royal cock sucker you are.'"

"My head was reeling from all the liquor I drank. I was tired and confused. Then I heard Dale's voice, 'Don't let us down now, Princess, this is your royal duty You are not to be released from the Glory Hole until you have proven your skills to everybody.'"

"What could I do," she cried? "I didn't want them to think I was just a dumb high-school girl. So I put my mouth over the tip of the penis and suddenly it started to move into my mouth, back and forth. I put my lips on it and sucked each time it thrust into my mouth."

"In just a few minutes, the guy came in my mouth. I coughed and spit it out and thought that this was nasty but at least I proved that I wasn't a wimp. Then another penis came through the hole. I realized that I would have to do more than just one so I sucked that one, too. When he came in my mouth I just swallowed it. ' What the Hell, I thought, it's not going to kill me.' I don't know how many guys I sucked off that night. I must have passed out sometime or other because in the morning I woke up in my bed at home with a huge headache and my jaws were really sore. My stomach was queasy and I thought I was going to throw up but I didn't. . My throat is still raw and it's really hard to swallow."

Pastor Thomas had heard of these fraternity parties and about some of the goings on that shocked even the most hardened observers. But this abuse of the young girl by these cads seemed far beyond anything he knew about. It was a revelation even to him, at once abhorrent and yet, in the back of his mind, he sort of envied the young studs. His own phallus began to react to the thought of such a mindless, impersonal face fucking. By now the girl was sobbing in her shame. She buried her face in her hands as she sat in the rickety old chair.

"Is my sin worse than Mary's, "she sniffled?

In his encounter with the previous penitent, Pastor Thomas had reverted to being the lecherous old fool that he really was, but with this girl, he decided to act the part of a true Father Confessor

"In some ways it is, but to be specific, you were taken advantage of just the same way Mary was. Is your soul as troubled by this experience as was hers?"

"Oh, yes, Pastor Thomas. And if my parents ever found out what happened, I would be kicked out of the house for life!"

"Well, my dear, I don't think they would do that. That's really not what's bothering you, though, is it? I am more concerned about how you feel, what your conscience is telling you. What you need to do is to put this terrible event behind you and move on with your life. You are going to college in the fall, aren't you?"

"Yes, but not to the University, you can be sure of that. I could never face those guys."

"Well, it seems to me that you would not know them anyway since you never saw their faces did you?"

"No, but they knew who I was, I think. But more than that, I just can't sleep or do anything thinking of how sinful I was and that unless I get some help, I will wind up in Hell." 

"Nonsense, " he said. "If we just light some candles and say some prayers, begging forgiveness, I'm sure you'll feel much better."

"No!" suddenly she cried out. " That's not near enough. You don't know what torture it is to carry this burden day after day. You have to save me with your Holy Essence."

Stunned by this unexpected burst of passion, Pastor Thomas fell silent for a moment.

"Well," he said, his perverse mind now altering his role into that of a victimizer. "I suppose if you insist on participating in the ancient ritual, we could accommodate you." He rose and took the girl's hands in his. 

"You're sure you want to do this?"

"Oh yes, Pastor Thomas, I do but there may be a problem. My throat is still so sore from Saturday night, I might not be able to take your…." She paused for a moment, realizing what she was about to describe. 

"All we can do is try, my dear. You realize that a certain amount of stimulus is required to bring forth the Holy Essence and that without that, the results may not be satisfactory."

He thought about the fact that it had been many years since he performed a "double" within a 24 hour period.

He rose and said ,"Now,kneel on the floor and place your hands behind your back. And, oh yes, you need to remove your T shirt just in case it might get stained."

A sly grin appeared on the old lecher's face as the slender Amazon pulled off her shirt.

True to his first impression, the girl had virtually no breasts. Two large, brown nipples were perched on a couple of bee-sting lumps on the girls' chest.

He soon realized another problem. She was so tall that her mouth did not line up perfectly with his now tumescent cock. He quickly reached around behind him and grabbed two large metropolitan phone books from a shelf and placed them on the floor.

When he stood on them, he was just high enough to place his dick at the lovely blonde's mouth. 

"Now," he said in a whisper, "close your eyes and concentrate on your deliverance."

He pushed his cock into the girl's mouth just slightly and Rose opened her lips to accommodate him. He pushed further and further until he reached the back of her mouth. She recoiled suddenly and pulled away...

"I'm sorry Pastor Thomas but I just can't take it in my mouth. My throat is so sore."

She began to weep again. "I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to get my throat swabbed but I can't wait another day with this sin burning a hole in my soul."

Pastor Thomas pulled back and wondered what else he could do when the evil demon in his brain took over once again and he said, "Then, Rose, my dear, we will have to find a different orifice to deliver the Holy Essence. Take off your jeans and panties."

For a moment, Rose, hesitated. She had not envisioned having actual sex with her father confessor. Cock sucking wasn't really having sex according to her generation. Every girl she knew who had a boyfriend and some who didn't sucked cock as regular part of dating. She was a virgin in nearly every sense of the word and now this old man was telling her to get ready to be…..fucked. That's the only word that came to mind.

She rose to her feet and looked apprehensively at Pastor Thomas who was standing with his huge prick poking out of his cassock, throbbing in time with his pulse. Then, slowly she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her luscious, long legs. She wore the briefest sort of thigh-high panties. She slid them down as well and stood there, totally naked in front of a man for the first time in her life. She was trembling, partly with the chill in the room and partly with anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Here," he said, "lean over and put your arms on the desk." As she did, her marvelous butt came into the licentious old man's view. It was a perfect "bubble butt", with rounded cheeks, smooth as silk. 

"Spread your legs just a bit, my dear," he murmured almost breathlessly.

He placed his hands on the tender globes and pried them apart. A wisp of blonde hair appeared. She was unshaven, of course. Her pussy was just barely visible and it was obviously quite wet. He slipped a finger between her legs and was shocked to find that the girl's pussy was actually drenched with lubricant. He stepped forward and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. A few gentle pushes and the end of his prick was coated with juice. He shoved forward and at the same time, pressed downward on the girls' spine. Her pelvis tilted upward, facilitating his further entrance into the pocket of heaven. He felt a slight resistance in the slippery envelope and in response he pushed even harder.

"Ouch," she cried, "that hurts. Please stop. I don't think this is such a good idea."

Undaunted and most certainly undeterred by the girl's complaints, he grasped her pelvis tightly between two powerful hands and pressed onward. In and out, in and out he thrust his fat cock into the no-longer virginal cunt. Rose began to writhe and moan. She was experiencing an ecstasy she had never known from diddling herself in the shower. A strange sort of heat spread through her body unlike anything she had ever felt. Her entire body tingled and hummed in the strangest way. As her very first orgasm swept over her, she rocked her pelvis to the rhythm of the Pastor's thrusts. The tiny closet that served as an office now was awash with the sounds and smells of unbridled sex. Squish, squish, the fat cock sluiced into her opening. More and more juice flowed from the tight, velvety vagina. It coated her thighs and his, running down their legs. The more he pushed, the more liquid flowed from this seemingly endless fountain of female love juice. Soon, the tightness began to fade as her cunt became more and more loose. Pastor Thomas began to lose the passion as the pressure decreased.

"My dear," he huffed and puffed, "I'm afraid that the stimulus is beginning to fade. I'm not sure I can deliver the Holy Essence you so rightly need.."

"You have to," she moaned, "I am not…. leaving here ……with this burden …..on my soul."

The now nearly exhausted cleric continued to ram his cock into the wet, sloshing cunt of the young girl, wondering what else he could do. Then, the second epiphany of the day came to his twisted, perverted mind as he stared down at the little brown flower that winked at him just above his sloppy cock.

"I have one more option to exercise, my dear, please be patient." By now Rose was in a sort of delirium. Her cunt was so wet and stretched, she cold probably have accommodated a baseball bat. Pastor Thomas took a copious handful of her juices and wiped it onto her anus. As he continued to drive his now waning cock into her cunt, he stuck his thumb into her ass. The girl jerked slightly at this intrusion into her only remaining virginal orifice. 

Another handful of lubricant, two fingers now instead of the thumb and her ass was about ready to be violated. Pastor Thomas rose up on his toes and pointed his newly restiffened and dripping cock at the girl's backside. He pressed the head of his fat cock on her brown rosebud and it slipped inside her sphincter.

He thought for sure she would scream in pain but instead her moans grew louder and longer. He pushed in again and his slimy cock began to disappear into her asshole..

The tightness of the connection was overwhelming to the old lecher. It seemed as though he had stuck his cock into a blast furnace. He grunted again and again, shoving his cock into the dark tunnel. His heavy balls banged against her sodden cunt. He kept it up until he felt the old familiar tingle in his groin, now thoroughly drenched with female emissions.

And then, finally, with a loud roar from the old man and a high pitched squeal from his victim, orgasm was simultaneously achieved. Jet after jet of hot, slimy come poured into the steamy anus of the partly supine girl who shuddered and shook with her spasms.. Somehow, Pastor Thomas found the strength for a few more thrusts and then his wilting cock slipped from its self-imposed prison. Immediately, semen mixed with her liquids oozed from her violated rectum.

Pastor Thomas grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and began to wipe up the mess they had created. He was shocked to see a small puddle on the tile floor. "This girl has Niagara Falls for a cunt," he thought to himself. 

Rose was still leaning over the desk in a sort of half-conscious state. She was gasping for breath.

"Oh, Pastor Thomas, that was…… so wild. I've never…… felt that way before. "

She turned to look at him, her eyes soft with passion mixed with admiration.

"You are now a girl with a soul cleansed of all sin, my dear," he announced triumphantly.

"Thank you, oh thank you, Pastor Thomas. I've never felt so relaxed and at ease."

She hurriedly put her clothes back on and hugged the old man, kissing him on his grizzled face. In her haste, however, she neglected to pick up her soaked panties. 




Pastor Thomas' Last Friday Ch. 02



"Promise me my dear," he said as he surreptitiously nudged her panties under the desk with his shoe, "that you will not tell anyone of this ancient cleansing ritual. Please tell Mary that if she reveals this to anyone else, her sin could easily return to haunt her."

"Oh, I promise," she said as she grabbed her book bag and went out the door.

Pastor Thomas bent over and picked up the panties. He used them to wipe up the puddle on the floor and then raised them to his nose and breathed in deeply. "Tomorrow," he thought, "will be judgment day, but tonight, I think this is the closest to heaven I have ever been." The exhausted old man stuffed the panties into the pocket of his cassock, fell back in his chair and soon was snoring loudly.