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The Pastor’s Halloween Confusion

By: sethp



2011 all rights reserved sethp

(This is a work of fiction. Thanks to PennLady, who is the worlds greatest editor. She is one of the most amazing women I've ever known. Thanks to all my fans. This is for you, of course. Be excellent to each other and party on!)


"Really?" Nancy Madison squealed in disgust. "You let him...he came...you really let him cum into your mouth and then you ate it? That's disgusting!" 

"It is not," Rosemary Hendrix answered with a sigh. "Lots of women do it. It's what you do when you're in a grown up relationship. We're both eighteen for Christ's sake. You don't eat cum anyway, you swallow it" 

Nancy jumped back as if she expected Rosemary to be struck by lightening that instant. It was bad enough that they were talking about their sexual antics, but they were doing it in the church's meeting hall, and using the Lord's name in vain, on top of it. They had both volunteered to help clean up the kitchen and decorate for this weekends costume event. They weren't allowed to call it Halloween, in the church.

"Would you shut your mouth and quit using the Lord's name in vain!" Nancy hissed.

"Sorry! You know I don't believe in any of that crap. I only go here because it makes my mom happy, and don't pretend that you are a perfect angel," Rosemary snapped at her friend. "What about you and Vince Crawford the other night? You told me yourself that he had his hands all over your boobs."

"It just makes me uncomfortable, okay?" Nancy said defensively. 

"I said I was sorry. I guess you don't want me to tell you anything more about my new boy friend?"

"I do. Just don't be so graphic and watch your language in here. You know I'm not judging you."

Rosemary smiled at Nancy as they carried out the metal tub full of apples. "I'm just saying that it was fun and he really enjoyed it. I liked the taste of it and the feeling of making him so happy. I'm going to do it again this weekend for him."

"And he's the starting college quarterback? Johnny Utah? He was on ESPN last week." Nancy was incredulous. 

"Yes that's him," Rosemary said, and then added in a hushed whisper. "We went all the way too. I think he really does love me."

"But you just met him." Nancy handed her some thumbtacks. "I just don't want you to get hurt again."

Rosemary had made some bad choices since she had come into town, and always seemed to end up in trouble. Her father died when she was ten and her mother had struggled with alcoholism and addiction for a few years afterward. Rosemary's mother seemed to have her life together, and joining the North View Methodist church had played a large part in it. 

Rosemary, however, still struggled with life, getting kicked out of school and arrested a few times. Nancy was one of her few friends.

"I'll always be here for you," Nancy rubbed Rosemary's arm. "Even if I am a boring killjoy." 

They both laughed. 

"I don't think you're a killjoy, but don't worry about me, "Rosemary said as they got ready to leave. "I'm actually driving down to see him tonight. What are you wearing Saturday for the party?"

"I'm coming as a queen. I've got the crown and dress all picked out. I know it sounds boring, but it's pretty cute actually. What about you?"

"I'm coming as a mummy."

"Oh yeah...that's really...um sexy." Nancy nearly doubled over in laughter.

"Laugh it up, Queenie." Rosemary elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Actually, I saw it at the new costume shop down town. It's a female mummy with a place where your hair comes out the back and it's form fitting."

"Oh God, you're going to get kicked out of church for sure if you wear something form fitting again." Nancy shook her head. "You haven't forgotten the Pastor's wife telling you off last month, have you?"

Rosemary was exceedingly well-endowed and had been talked to by more than a few of the women in the church about dressing appropriately. The only woman in the entire congregation who even came close to Rosemary's bust size was the Pastor's wife, Michelle. She seemed to always be giving Rosemary a hard time about the way she dressed and acted.

"Screw her," Rosemary snapped. "I don't care what she thinks about me. I don't even see what the Pastor sees in here anyway. Sure she's got boobs, but she's a total bitch. That's why I can't stand most Christians. They say one thing and then act a completely different way. Didn't Jesus say not to judge people?" 

"She's not that bad," Nancy replied. "I think you two just got off on the wrong foot. I wonder what Pastor Stanley is coming as?"

"Maybe a Chippendale's dancer?" Rosemary answered, giving them both a case of the giggles. Rosemary and Nancy had talked more than once about how handsome they thought their Pastor was.

"Yeah right," Nancy said, gaining her composure. "I just don't think a form fitting costume would be good for you to wear."

"I'll have my mask on. Nobody will know it's me." Rosemary shrugged and fished the keys to the meeting hall out of her purse.

"Everyone will know it's you, if it's form fitting...or they'll think it's Pastor Stanley's wife." Nancy laughed.

The two girls locked up and headed out. 

That same night at the Pastor's house, there was another discussion about costumes.

"Well do you like it?"

"Um...I'm speechless...It's..."

"Do you think it's inappropriate? I can make adjustments..."

Pastor Stanley Smith admired his wife's costume. He didn't think a mummy costume, in itself, was a problem. Huge portions of the bible were devoted to ancient Egypt. Mummies were a part of the history of Egypt and the Bible. It was the costume itself.

"Well...It's just a little...tight maybe?" He knew it probably wouldn't look so sexual on a woman who wasn't as curvy as his wife.

"I can wear that one bra that really minimizes and I can adjust the top so it isn't as tight," she offered.

"I think that would be just fine, "Stanley reassured her. "God help me though, I probably won't be able to keep my hands off of you after the party."

"I'm counting on that, tiger." She peeled the suit off of her body. "I don't think God would have a problem with that at all."

Free of the suit, Michelle's giant boobs jiggled as she walked over to her husband. "I'm sure proud of you honey. I'm proud of everything you do for the community and what you've made of this church. You're a great man."

"Thank y...you." Seeing his wife, naked like this, always turned him to mush. She had huge breasts that only sagged a little bit despite her age. She had long, thick, black hair with just a hint of grey. He unsnapped his pants and let them drop to the floor around his ankles.

"You're so beautiful, "he told her as he started to harden. "I..."

"Shh...don't say anything, just make love to me." She pulled him down on top of her. She was already wet and his large cock slid in easily. "Oh...yes...you're so big Stan...uh..."

Stanley knew that he had no use for pride, but he couldn't help feeling proud of the size of his cock. His wife took every opportunity to tell him how large he was. Stanley had even looked up cock size on the internet and was surprised to find out that his ten inch long, extremely thick cock was something to be proud of.

He started fucking his wife furiously, pawing at her large boobs.

"Oh, God!" she screamed as her pussy contracted around his giant cock. Her whole body shook as she came. Stanley came at the same time, pumping his cum deep into his wife's pussy.

They lay on the carpet together for quite a while. 

"I love you, Stanley Smith."

"Thank you. I love you more than you can imagine," he answered. "I thank God everyday for bringing you into my life." He thanked God for putting such a well-endowed woman into his life.

At the next town over, a young girl wasn't so thankful to God for her life.

"Fuck you, God! Fuck you and fuck that little prick, Johnny Utah!"

Rosemary sat in her car crying and cursing God. She had driven down to the state college to pay a surprise visit to her new boyfriend. She knew where he kept a spare key to his off-campus apartment. She could hear squeaking coming from the bedroom. She knew what it was but still couldn't help herself from walking in.

Johnny Utah was deep between the legs of a pretty, slim blonde. The bed squeaked in time with his powerful thrusts and the little thing that he was drilling, had her legs sticking straight up into the air, moaning as she got nailed by the star quarterback. Rosemary left without a sound. She ran down the stairs and into her car. She knew he would never call her again. They never did.

"Why, God?" Why do you keep sending assholes into my life? Do you even exist or do you just hate me?"

After regaining her composure, Rosemary drove home. Maybe she needed an older man? Someone who had already sown his wild oats, as her mother said. She vowed to find someone more mature. That's exactly what she needed. Having a new plan, didn't make the pain go away. She was going to have to get drunk this weekend; very drunk.

Saturday arrived and Rosemary drove over to Nancy's house to get ready. She had already started drinking before she headed over there. She looked a lot older than she was and all she had to do was lean forward and flash the liquor store clerk some cleavage. The young man behind the counter didn't even think about carding her. 

Rosemary pulled the bottle of vodka out of her bag as soon as she got into Nancy's bedroom.

"What is that?"

"Your parent's aren't even home. Who cares? Besides, I'm spending the night here anyway."

"Yes and we're walking to church, and no I don't want any." Nancy was a little frustrated with her friend. "Just don't get wasted and get us both kicked out of church, okay?"

"I won't. I just need something to take away the pain."

"I know." Nancy walked over and gave her friend a big hug. "I know. We'll find you someone great. You know, there will be some cute guys there tonight."

"No way." Rosemary shook her head as they both started changing into their costumes. "I'm through with that. I'm looking for someone much older, who's not going to hurt me. Besides, most of the guys in our church are dorks."

They both laughed at that. Nancy had to agree with here there. 

Once they both finished dressing, they stood in front of Nancy's full-length mirror admiring their costumes. Nancy looked very regal in her queen costume with long flowing robes and silver crown. Rosemary's outfit was every bit as form-fitting as she had described. Her massive tits strained against the fabric of her costume top. Her black hair flowed out of the back of the mask.

"I think we both look amazing," Rosemary said, taking another swig of her vodka.

"I agree," Nancy said, "but you better take it easy on that bottle or you're not going to make it to the party.

"I'll be fine." Rosemary nodded, poring some of the vodka into a small metal flask and then stuffing that into one of the inner pockets of her costume. "Let's go."

Pastor Stanley Smith was having a blast at the costume party. It was bigger and better than he had anticipated. There must have been at least a hundred of his congregation and their families there. He was dressed as Moses, and he had to admit that he looked pretty good. His wife, Michelle, had paid top dollar for it online. He felt like he had stepped right out of the pages of the Old Testament in his flowing robes and with his mighty staff in hand.

"Hey tiger." Michelle stepped up close to him. "This is a great party, and I told you I wouldn't look too inappropriate. Do I?"

Stanley noticed a slight straining in her voice as she spoke to him. She looked amazing, although a little bit inappropriate. He wasn't about to tell her that though. "You were right as always honey. You look great. Is your back bothering you again?"

"Yes...I don't know if I can last too much longer here. Do you mind?"

"Not at all, "he answered. "Go home, take a couple of those pain pills, and draw yourself a nice hot bath." 

"I think I will. If I feel better I'll come back and help you clean up, okay?"

"Sure, but it's all right if you can't." He kissed her cheek.

Michelle wove through the crowd, toward the exit, and Stanley turned back to the party.

Rosemary and Nancy arrived late and spent most of the party out back with the rest of the young adults. Rosemary kept sneaking into the bathroom and within an hour, she had the small flask almost drained. She was feeling very good.

"Come on," Nancy said, grabbing her friends arm. "It's time to serve the pies. Remember? We signed up to help Pastor Smith in the kitchen. Can you function?"

"Yes, Jesus," Rosemary snapped, popping a couple of pieces of gum into her mouth. "I'm fine. Let's go."

Pastor Stanley was busy cutting and serving pies in the little community hall's kitchen. "Oh, thank you!" he exclaimed. "I was starting to get overrun here, and really need the help."

The two girls jumped right into action, cutting and serving pie, ice cream and punch to the hungry mob. Nancy was amazed that her friend could still function at such a high level with as much as she had drunk.

Pastor Smith walked past Rosemary and grabbed a handful of her ass, whispering, "I didn't think you'd be here, but I'm glad you are."

Rosemary nearly dropped her plate on the floor as she let out a little squeal. Nancy turned around but didn't notice anything out of order. The Pastor had already gone to the other side of the kitchen.

"What is the matter with you?" Nancy whispered. "Are you going to puke or something?"

Rosemary shook her head and then got back to work. She didn't know whether to be angry or turned on. The most handsome older man she knew, the Pastor of her church, had just grabbed her ass and told her he was glad she was here. What did it mean? She flushed red under her costume, glad that no one could see her face.

When they had finished serving the evening treat, the two girls went back downstairs. Rosemary didn't say a word of what happened to her friend. The party started winding down around nine-ish and Nancy and Rosemary started cleaning up. While Nancy was taking out the last bag of trash Pastor Smith walked up to Rosemary.

"I like that you're still in costume...it's a powerful turn on," he said, so close that Rosemary good smell his cologne. He smelled so manly. "Why don't we send Nancy home and we can finish up," he said winking at Rosemary. 

Rosemary nodded despite herself. Did he really want her? What about his wife? The Pastor grabbed a couple of boxes and carried them downstairs to the storerooms as Nancy came back in.

"Hey, I just saw Rick and James outside. They want to go down and get some burgers. Are you up for it?"

"No," Rosemary said. "Why don't you go and I'll see you at your house later. I think I'm going to help Pastor Stanley finish up and then get some fresh air. Sober up. You know?'

"I think that would be great." Nancy gave her friend another big hug. "Why don't you tell him what happened and see if he can give you some advice?"

"Maybe I will."

"Okay, I'll see you back at my place in a couple of hours." Nancy ran out the front door.

Rosemary debated running after her friend, but couldn't make herself move. She could hear Pastor Stanley coming up the stairs. Rosemary's heart started beating faster.

He came into the community room. There was no one else in the building except the two of them. He was handsome, Rosemary thought, with his ruffled brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Maybe it was just the Moses costume. He looked like he could lead her to the Promised Land if she just asked him to.

"You're so beautiful," he said, standing there staring at her. "God blessed you with the body of an angel."

Did he really think so?

"You have the most amazing body, and that costume fits you like a second skin. I must say I didn't realize it was so tight. I hope you didn't offend anyone."

Rosemary blushed beneath her costume. She couldn't even speak. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry. She didn't want to offend anyone anymore.

Pastor Stanley walked closer and cupped Rosemary's giant breasts outside her costume. Rosemary gasped as he squeezed them firmly. "I've been wanting these all night. Follow me," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her into the sanctuary. "I promise not to get lost."

Stanley led Rosemary right up to the front of the church, and then unsnapped the top button on her costume top. She could barely breathe. This was so wrong. He was staring right into her eyes as he unsnapped another one, starting to reveal some cleavage. 

"You seem so nervous," he almost whispered.

Rosemary just nodded her head as the Pastor unsnapped her third button.

"Nobody ever comes in here at night. You know that."

He unsnapped her fourth and then her fifth button. Her leopard print sports bra was exposed.

"I didn't know you had this," he said as he unsnapped her final button. Then he peeled off her costume top, leaning in to kiss her through the mask.

Rosemary kissed him back passionately pressing her massive chest against his and sucking on his tongue as hard as she could. She could feel his erection pressing against her. He was huge!

She stepped back from him, breaking their kiss and having a moment of clarity. This was the pastor of her church. He was married and nothing good was going to come from this. She shook her masked head as he took a step towards her.

He chuckled. "What's gotten into you?"

Just what did he mean by that? He knew her past. Did he think that she was just some slut that he could use when he wanted to?

"You get more beautiful every time I see you. I've wanted you since the first day I saw you and I just got done thanking God that you're in my life."

Did he really mean that? Rosemary was so confused. 

"I'm going to make love to you right here and right now and then I'm going to take you home and make love to you again. How does that sound? Good?"

Rosemary thought that it sounded great. She started to relax again and nodded her head. Maybe he had kicked his wife out of the house. She really was a bitch. She was one of the women in the church who was always judging her; always telling her that she needed to change.

"Then I'm going to make you breakfast in bed in the morning and make love to you again," he said, taking a step closer to her. "I love you."

That did it. In her drunken state, that put her back under the spell. Rosemary vowed to show him that she was worthy of his love. Rosemary peeled off her sports bra and let her massive boobs spring free.

Stanley coughed. "It must be the light, but they look impossibly huge."

Rosemary knew it wasn't the light. Her titanic boobs really were impossibly huge. She mashed her naked boobs against her new man and kissed him through the mask again. He responded passionately, holding her tight in his strong arms. Rosemary broke their kiss and then she slid down his body onto her knees and unzipped his pants. She needed to see what kind of monster he had lurking in there. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and gasped at the massive bulge in his white boxers. 

"I've been waiting for you all day, my love," Pastor Stanley said, softly stroking Rosemary's thick black hair, where it flowed out the back of the mask.

Rosemary flushed red beneath her mask. She needed to show him that she deserved his love and that she was much better than his wife.

Pastor Stanley's thick rod came into view as Rosemary slowly eased his boxers down. Inch by magnificent inch, it was revealed. "My, God," Rosemary whispered as the full length and thickness of his cock was revealed. It jumped out of his boxers and smacked Rosemary's chin. "Oh," she giggled.

He stepped out of his boxers and pants, leaving only his flowing robes. Pastor Stanley expected his wife to pull her costume pants down and lay back in front of the alter so he could make love to her. She didn't. She did something completely different. 


The Pastor’s Halloween Confusion



Rosemary grabbed her Pastor's giant cock and stroked her hand up and down the entire length of it. A drop of pre-cum formed on the top and she stuck out her tongue and licked it off.

"Uh...you..." Stanley muttered. His wife had never done anything like this before. He wasn't even sure it was legal in a biblical sense. "Maybe..." he started to say before the words died in his mouth. 

Rosemary opened her mouth wide and wrapped her full lips around the Pastor's cock. She slid her mouth forward as far as she could before she felt like she was about to gag. Then, she bobbed her head up and down his mighty shaft, drooling all over it. 

Pastor Stanley had never felt such a sensation before, in his entire life. He couldn't believe his wife was taking him into her mouth. Where had she learned how to do this? He shook his head to get that question out of his mind as fast as he could. That was a question that he didn't want an answer to right now. He looked down at the woman on her knees pleasuring him; his cock mostly disappearing into the mouth of her costume. He could see her full lips stretched around his thick cock as she devoured him. It was a brilliant contrast to the evil, twisted face of the Mummy mask that covered the rest of her head. 

Rosemary tried to take Pastor Stanley's cock deeper each time she slid her lips down his length. She mostly succeeded and had at least eight inches in her mouth and in her throat. She could tell by his contented grunts that Pastor Stanley was enjoying her work. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, so she put one hand on his ass and the other on his balls, fondling them as she applied more suction with her mouth.

"Oh my," Stanley groaned. He was about to cum and his wife had a death grip on his ass and balls. "I'm going to..." He felt like he should give her some warning. He tried to pull away from her but it was too late. He grunted. "Here it...watch out....I can't...aahh!"

Rosemary felt his cock twitch between her lips. It seemed to swell and harden even more in her mouth. Then he bucked his hips forward forcing even more of his cock into her mouth and grunted. Rosemary grabbed the base of his cock as her mouth was flooded with Pastor Stanley's semen. He seemed to ejaculate forever and despite her best efforts to swallow, his cum leaked out of her mouth, down the front of her mask and onto her heaving breasts.

"Oh, God!" Stanley exclaimed as he climaxed into his wife's mouth. He watched in horror and excitement as she let him cum in her mouth and realized that she was actually swallowing his seed. It felt so good though. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. When he was completely spent and his cock was deflating, the love of his life pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"Was I good enough?" she whispered huskily.

Something about her voice didn't sound right, but Stanley put it up to the excitement. He was still trying to come to terms with cumming in his wife's mouth and with how much she seemed to enjoy it. He watched in awe as she scooped up two errant strands of cum from her monstrous boobs and sucked it unto her mouth. Then she stood up, just long enough to pull down her pants and bikini underwear and lay back on the floor of the alter, with her legs spread wide.

"My turn," she hissed through the mask.

She was so erotic sitting there with the deformed face of the mummy and her stunning unblemished naked body. She was almost too unblemished. Her breasts were too firm and too large. Her nipples were too thick and too long. She motioned with her finger for him to come to her. He wasn't about to refuse her, after what she had done for him just now. He was already starting to harden and was ready to make love to his wife. His brain was not computing what his eyes were seeing, as his cock was in control of him now. He started to crawl over her luscious body, but she grabbed his shoulders firmly and pushed him down.

"My turn, "she hissed again. Her voice was barely audible. What did she mean? Did she really mean that it was her turn? 

Rosemary maneuvered herself backward so that her sex was right in front of Pastor Stanley, then she pushed his head toward it and arched her hips up towards his face. She wasn't sure that he was going to do it. Some men didn't like this. Even though she was lost in her own lust, part of her, thought that she was pushing him too far. He was a Pastor after all. He'd probably never done anything like this before. Then Rosemary gasped as she felt Pastor Stanley's strong hands under her ass pulling her sex towards his mouth.

Pastor Stanley new what his wife wanted. He had to admit that her sex smelled wonderful. He'd always thought so. He knew it was too late to stop and he leaned forward and tasted a woman for the first time. 

"Uh...yes...I've needed this all night." His tongue felt so good. His lips felt so good. His hot breath on her sex felt so good. She squirmed against his mouth as he ate her. He was clumsy and inexperienced but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. He was much better than Johnny Utah.

He licked her sex as he inserted a finger into her. She grunted her approval and grabbed his head with both hands. He felt pride at his ability to please her. She started grinding against his mouth with more urgency, groaning louder. He knew he was going to make her climax as she had done for him.

"I'm cumming...I'm cumming...keep eating me!" Rosemary shrieked as she came all over Pastor Stanley's mouth and tongue. "Uh...Fuck!" Her entire body shook with her powerful orgasm.

Michelle never said "Fuck." Maybe she was drunk? No. A horrible realization washed over Stanley, but his cock hardened despite it. "You're not...?" he started, but Rosemary wasn't done yet. She grabbed his thickening cock and pulled it toward her oozing slit. 

"I need this fucking monster inside me now," Rosemary pleaded.

Pastor Stanley had never heard his wife curse before tonight and her voice sounded more shrill and high pitched than usual. Though he was having some doubts as to what was going on, his cock was having no such problems. If possible, it was even harder than it had been when it was in his wife's mouth a few moments earlier. In fact, he was so hard, it was almost painful. He had to have relief and he had to have it right now!

Rosemary needed that massive thing inside her. She spread her legs wider for him as he climbed on top of her. 

Stanley's doubts about what were going on were confirmed as his cock was enveloped by the warm, tight pussy beneath him. His wife wasn't that tight. His wife's breasts weren't that firm. His wife had wrinkles and freckles in places that this young girl didn't. She had done things to him that he'd never dreamed of and she felt so excellent, impaled on his massive rod.

Rosemary started shrieking in pleasure as Pastor Stanley plowed in and out of her with his giant cock. She had never felt so full. She never knew that sex could be so good. She started cumming almost immediately, humping her hips up to meet her lover's thrusts. She also had to take the fucking mask off. It was erotic at first but now it was suffocating her. She couldn't breath. She reached up, yanking it off as Pastor Stanley continued to relentlessly fuck her.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed. For a moment he looked as if he was about to jump off of her and run away, but he didn't... he never stopped fucking her. 

Rosemary could feel his cock swelling inside her as he started pumping a load of jism deep inside her pussy. All of the muscles on his neck tensed up as he came. His eyes rolled up into his reddened face and he grunted and thrust his cock as deep as he could go. This triggered another orgasm in Rosemary and the two lovers came together. 

"You made me cum twice...your cock is so big...I fucking love you," Rosemary said between jagged breaths as Pastor Stanley collapsed on top of her. His cock was still inside of her and it was still mostly hard. "I've always wanted you," she whispered in his ear. "I think I've always loved you too. I can't believe you feel the same way, and that we're together at last."

"I thought...God help me, but I though...." Pastor Stanley began. "I didn't mean to tell you those things."

"You didn't think!" someone yelled from the back of the Sanctuary. "You are a Hell-bound sinner and you aren't welcome back in my house ever! Have fun with that young whore. You two deserve each other!" 

Pastor John's cock slid out of Rosemary as he got up to a kneeling position. Rosemary wasn't sure what was going on. She was starting to feel sick to her stomach, from the alcohol. "I didn't know!" Pastor Stanley yelled, grabbing Rosemary's mask and holding it up in the air. "How was I to know!?"

The Pastor's wife stormed out of the Sanctuary leaving Rosemary and the Pastor alone. Rosemary sat up next to Pastor Stanley. "She's a bitch and you have me now. I'm yours forever now." she said, kissing him on the cheek and hugging him tightly. Her massive tits molded against his side.

"I didn't know," Stanley said. "What am I to do now?" 

"I know," Rosemary slurred. "Get dressed and come with me."

The Pastor just knelt there looking like he was about to cry, not saying a word or making a move. Rosemary found her costume pants and top and got dressed. She handed Pastor Stanley his pants and pulled him to his feet, nearly toppling over in the process. She almost fell off of the edge of the alter, but Stanley grabbed her arm and Rosemary fell against him. She kissed him on the lips and that seemed to break him out of his trance. 

"Have you been drinking?" he asked. "We need to get you home in one piece. That's the first thing we need to do."

Pastor Stanley pulled on his pants and locked up the church. The pair of them made their way down the darkened streets towards Nancy's house. Pastor Stanley and Rosemary walked down the street with their arms around each other; Rosemary thinking it was nice that Pastor Stanley was so affectionate and Stanley knowing that without his arm around her, Rosemary would stumble to the ground. Once, Rosemary had to stop and throw up behind some shrubberies. Stanley had to support her a little bit more after that, holding her up as they walked. 

"Mmmm...you're so strong," Rosemary purred, leaning her head against him. 

They arrived at Nancy's house and Rosemary let them both in through the back door with a key that was hidden beneath the back door mat. The Pastor had been dead silent all the way home. Rosemary thought he seemed like a biblical zombie, just shambling along beside her most of the way to Nancy's house. For some reason that thought started her giggling. "I didn't know there were zombies in the bible?" she asked between giggles.

"What?" Pastor Stanley replied.

Rosemary seemed not to hear him, leading him through the house.

Once in Nancy's bedroom, Rosemary sat the Pastor on the bed and told him she'd be right back. She went and brushed her teeth and then brought them both a glass of water. "Here." She handed him the glass of water and he nodded his thanks and drank it all in one swig.

"Thank you," he said. "Look, about tonight, I can't stay here."

"Sure you can," Rosemary said, taking his large hand in hers. "Nancy won't mind and you can sleep on the couch over there." Then she leaned in and kissed Stanley on the lips. She flicked her tongue against his lips as she kissed him, tasting the lingering traces of herself. She flopped back on the bed and fell asleep.

When Rosemary awoke, she didn't know if she had slept for a few minutes or a few hours. It was pitch black in the bedroom. Nancy was asleep in the bed next to her, fully dressed just as Rosemary was and still in her costume. 

Rosemary stood up and wondered where Pastor Stanley was. Had he left before Nancy came home? Did Nancy know that he was here, if he was here? Was he in love with her too? What about his wife? "Too much to think about," Rosemary mumbled to herself. She peeled off her costume and pulled on a pair of Nancy's sweat pants and a t-shirt from the chair in the corner. "Much better," she said.

Rosemary looked over at Nancy, who was sleeping half-wrapped in a blanket and then went over to the small couch on the other side of the room. There snoring on the couch was Pastor Stanley. He looked so cute sleeping there. She was feeling the need to please him and his magnificent cock again. The need to take his cock in her mouth again was strong. She wanted to please him so much...to make him want her always and to thank him for all of the pleasure that he had given her earlier in the evening. He was a real man.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured in his sleep. "Mistake..." he muttered.

"It's not a mistake," Rosemary said, a tear making its way down her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."

Rosemary pulled the small blanket away, that Pastor Stanley had curled himself up in. He was still in his Moses costume, asleep on his back. Rosemary carefully unsnapped and unzipped his pants. When they had left the Sanctuary, they had both forgotten to put back on their underwear. 

"Won't that be a shock to whoever finds them?" Rosemary thought to herself. She gasped as she peeled down the front of Pastor Stanley's pants revealing his wonderful cock. It was still large, even in its flaccid state.

Pastor Stanley moaned as Rosemary wrapped her delicate little hand around his massive cock, and started to stroke him. As he started to harden, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head on his shaft. Soon he was fully hard, stretching Rosemary's mouth to near her limit. He bucked his hips up, in his sleep, forcing his cock even deeper into Rosemary's mouth. She needed to taste his sperm again and increased the suction on his cock. 

"Uh....Michelle...that's so good," he groaned as he awoke. He looked down then, recognizing that it wasn't his wife's mouth he was driving his cock into. It was the young girl, Rosemary, who was always getting into trouble. His balls were slapping against her chin. She was nearly taking his entire length into her mouth. How was she doing that? It felt so good.

They locked eyes as he started to orgasm. He tried to pull back away from her but she had a vise-like grip on his cock. She wanted him to release his seed into her mouth again. He could see her throat working as she swallowed his ejaculate. He knew from experience that he had a lot of ejaculate when he came. He was amazed that she seemed to be swallowing it all. He groaned again as she worked her mouth up and down his cock one more time, trying to coax every last drop of semen out of his balls. 

When he was empty, she pulled her mouth off of his cock with a wet plopping sound. Her mouth and chin were wet. She had been drooling as she took his cock into her mouth. "That was delicious, "Rosemary whispered, her hand still wrapped around his thick shaft. 

"It was...you...liked that?" Pastor Stanley was stunned. The evening's events crashed back in a wave of memory. She had done the same thing earlier, but he didn't think that she had enjoyed it. 

"Yes, silly." She wiggled out of her sweatpants. "I would do anything to please you, but I need you inside me now. I need you to please me." She stood up before him and peeled off her t-shirt, revealing the most amazing set of boobies that Pastor Stanley had ever imagined. They put his wife's to shame, and that was saying something. 

"I...my wife," he said coming to his senses. 

Rosemary grabbed Pastor Stanley's cock again, pulling him forward with it as she sat down on the floor. He didn't have much of a choice but to follow his cock. Rosemary lay back on the floor with her Pastor on his knees between her legs. 

"I can't...don't you see...the church....Michelle—"

"Michelle is a nasty old bitch that is through with you," Rosemary said, still grasping Pastor Stanley's cock. The head of it was inches away from her leaking pussy. "Didn't you hear her in the church? She's not taking you back. I'm your new woman and I need you inside me right now, or I'm going to explode." Rosemary wasn't about to let Pastor Stanley and his fantastic fuck stick get away. She would do or say anything to keep him now.

"You...I can explain it to her," he said weakly, eyes glued to Rosemary's boobs and erect nipples. "We don't have any protection...earlier...what If I...?"

"No, you can't explain it to her and I want you to make a baby in me," Rosemary said, guiding Pastor Stanley's cock against her pussy. "I need you."

Pastor Stanley pushed his cock inside of Rosemary, inch by agonizing inch. 

"Fuck...uh..." Rosemary whimpered as she wrapped her legs around Pastor Stanley's waist. 

He started fucking her with his massive cock, causing sensations that Rosemary never knew existed. He leaned down and kissed her forcefully, sliding his tongue into her mouth when she responded. 

Nancy had awoken sometime during when Rosemary was giving their Pastor oral sex, and she sat there watching her best friend getting nailed on the floor now. She watched as they fucked, grunting and moaning into each other's mouths. She watched as her best friend's body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm and still Pastor Stanley kept driving his massive cock in and out of her. After what seemed like an hour at least he grunted and Nancy knew that he was filling Rosemary up with his seed. He pulled his cock out of Rosemary and sat back on his knees. 

He looked over and saw Nancy looking at him mouth open and with a horrified expression on her face. 

"It's not what it looks like...I mean...shit." He looked lost. "I guess it is what it looks like."

Rosemary sat up and kissed Pastor Stanley on the lips before looking over at her friend with a half-hearted smile. "I guess I did it now." She said absently stroking Pastor Stanley's glistening cock.

Nancy mouthed the word yes as she nodded her head. "Oh Rosemary, what have you done?" 

The end for now.

Sethp

2011