Subject:     Sex With My Youth Pastor
Story Codes: MF nc oral adultery
Diary Date:  August 24, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Not every sexual experience I have has been positive although I tend to 
only write about the ones I enjoyed.  Yet the "negative" events in our 
lives are often the ones that truly shape us and make us who we are.  
This was one of those events for me.

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Working With the Church Youth
   Chapter 2 – Pastor Ken
   Chapter 3 – Talking to My Mom About Pastor Ken
   Chapter 4 – Getting to Know Pastor Ken
   Chapter 5 – Teasing Pastor Ken
   Chapter 6 – Losing Control of the Situation
   Chapter 7 – Back Home


Chapter 1 - Working With the Church Youth 
=========================================

This story may not be to everyone's taste if you're expecting something 
along the lines of most if my other diary entries.  If you decide to read 
further, don't complain to me – you've been warned!

All my life my family has attended the same Presbyterian church.  It's 
fairly typical of the old large protestant churches with about two 
thousand members on the books and maybe three to four hundred who 
attended regularly.  Christmas and Easter the place is jammed but in 
between the attendance is much more sparse even though we still need two 
services to make it comfortable.  The Sunday services are well organized 
and are usually quite boring with none of the arm raising or theatrical 
oratory that many new churches offer today.  To be brutally honest, in 
many ways our church is really more of a big social club which includes 
just enough religion to appease everyone's conscious.  

Church has always played a central role in my life and I was been 
involved in a number of youth programs throughout my childhood and high 
school years.  Now that I'm in college, I still remain involved in 
various bible studies and serve as a helper to the youth group leaders.  
It's fun most of the time and challenging in many ways.  Our big night of 
the week, like most churches, is Wednesday night when everything is 
catered to the kids and we make our biggest outreach to the community.

If you've been reading my diary entries, especially my fantasies, then 
you're also undoubtedly waiting for me to spill my guts about a few other 
things so here it is.  The kids I work with range generally from twelve 
to fifteen years of age.  This doesn't make me that much older than them 
and frankly, it's hard sometimes to look at them and not feel a twinge of 
temptation.  I have written a fantasy story about being with a couple of 
the ones that really make me horny and even shared some pics of a few of 
them with guys I chat with as we discussed my secret lust.

The truth is I've NEVER touched any of them inappropriately (and that is 
defined as their parents would interpret it so don't try stretching the 
definition); nor can I imagine EVER actually doing so at any time in the 
future.  Despite my personal views on sex and morality, I understand that 
most people have different attitudes and I respect that although I wish 
it went both ways.  The guiding principle for me is that these parents 
entrust their kids to me and expect me to enforce their rules and morals, 
regardless of my own.  This is a trust I take seriously and one which, no 
matter what thoughts might cross my mind, I would NEVER violate.

It's always fun to fantasize, though, and I just hope people are mature 
enough when reading my diary to understand there is a BIG difference 
between fantasy and reality.  Unfortunately some people don't seem to be 
able to comprehend that and even worse there are those who can't keep 
them separate in their own lives which is why sex offenders need to be 
put in jail. 

I should say that there has been one exception so far for me and that is 
my cousin Tammy who was barely thirteen the first time we did anything 
together (I was twenty).  At the time we just played and masturbated 
together.  Given she is still a virgin, it can't be said I led her TOO 
far astray.  I can rationalization my behavior in this situation because 
she is my cousin which makes it a family affair more than anything.

Like most people, I enjoy a healthy fantasy life which I use as an outlet 
at times.  I'm not afraid to admit that I get a certain sense of guilty 
pleasure when I chat on-line with fathers and we fantasize about doing 
things with their wives and kids.  I get turned on when a guy first 
breaches his internal barriers, steps out of his normal comfort zone and 
actually begins to discuss his thoughts about doing naughty things at 
home.

My opinion is that most people have these thoughts but they just don't 
express them so I don't think anything I do is going to convert a father 
into a child molester!  In any case.  I'm not so naοve to believe that 
they would actually do what we talk about anyway.  If anything, I like to 
think I've given him a new fantasy to indulge in and if he masturbate 
later thinking about his twelve year old daughter, what's the harm?


Chapter 2 – Pastor Ken
======================

Hmmmmmm, back to the subject at hand but I just thought it was useful 
background for the rest of what happened.  Pastor Ken became the youth 
pastor at my parent's church just a year ago while I was away from home 
at college.  He was only twenty five and engaged when he started, getting 
married a few months afterwards.  He and his wife are the stereotypical 
youth leaders, young and good looking, full of energy with bubbling 
personalities.  They get along great with the kids and from what I have 
seen whenever I am home they are developing the best youth program the 
church has ever had.  

When I'm home from school I still like to help out at church so I have 
gotten to know Pastor Ken and Cheri (his wife) pretty well.  Not quite 
six feet tall, he's lean and muscular with a warm smile that makes me 
melt every time he flashes it at me.  It doesn't hurt that Pastor Ken is 
only five years older than me and in my opinion, quite a catch for Cheri!

Speaking of Cheri, she wasn't too bad herself with long blond hair she 
usually wore in a ponytail and boobs I would have killed for but which 
she usually downplayed with loose outfits and layered clothes.  Normally 
she wore pants or long dresses but at a swim party one time, even in a 
one-piece conservative suit there was no hiding her incredible legs.  
More than once I came home from church and spent some "quality time" with 
myself imagining being with the two of them – separately and together.

As wholesome and All-American as he tried to portray himself, there is 
ONE thing I've noticed about him which I doubt most people have.  Maybe I 
am just more sensitive to it but it is clear to me that Pastor Ken has a 
wandering eye for the teenage girls at church!  Anyone else that might 
have seen him looking at a girl's ass maybe a few seconds too long would 
probably have shrugged it off.  Since I find myself looking at some of 
the same girls he does (at least I've never seen him looking at the cute 
young boys that catch my interest), I doubt it's just a coincidence.

In addition to the younger teens, Pastor Ken has also shown more than a 
passing interest in my own ass, at least judging by the number of times 
I've caught him taking a good look at it.  What is it about guys that 
they somehow think they can stare at a girl without her knowing it (even 
if she doesn't appear to – trust me, she does).  Well, here's a news 
flash for you guys!  EVERY girl has a first time experience and I don't 
mean anything to do with her virginity.  What I'm talking about is the 
first time she notices a boy (or man) looking at her in "that" way – as a 
sexual object rather than a person.  It may be a boy her age but more 
likely it's an older boy and possibly even an older man.  After growing 
up innocent of such experiences and perhaps not even realizing how others 
are starting to see her, this can be traumatic for some girls.

I remember what an emotional experience it was even for me when I first 
realized that an older man in church was looking down at me with this 
hunger in his eyes, giving special attention to my little ass.  He was 
looking down my dress and I didn't even have anything to look at yet!  He 
was like a wolf drooling over a lamb and I wasn't sure how to feel – 
scared or excited that I was getting to the stage where a man could see 
me that way.


Chapter 3 – Talking to My Mom About Pastor Ken
==============================================

After I went home after church I sat down and discussed it with my mom.  
Fortunately I was raised by parents with whom I have never been afraid to 
discuss anything and this was one of those times my mother's counsel was 
needed badly.  I remember telling her about how he had looked at me like 
I was a thing, like something in a zoo.  My mom explained everything to 
me and tried to make me view it as compliment more than anything.  She 
explained that men sometimes allow their lust to drive them to do things 
they can't even explain themselves.

For now though she just advised me to flirt with them and pay them back 
by driving them crazy with their desire to have me - but yet never would 
which is the ultimate revenge!  I took her advice to heart and to this 
day I count it as the highest compliment a man can give me when he gives 
me "that" look.

Well, Pastor Ken was certainly the master of "that" look and he gave it 
to all the hot teenage girls – even a few not quite qualifying for that 
title in my opinion.  Naturally I told my mom about it and we agreed that 
so long as all he was doing was looking, what was the harm?

Of course the last thing our church needed was a pedophile for a youth 
pastor so I kept an eye on him.  It was as good an excuse as any since 
keeping an eye on Pastor Ken was actually quite an enjoyable chore for 
me.  As I said before, more than a few times I've returned from church 
only to quickly changed out of my clothes and lay in bed naked, fondling 
myself as I imagined being with him.  My mom caught me once and teased me 
from the doorway.

"Hmmm, so let me guess, just home from church and horny as hell... Pastor 
Ken wouldn't be on your mind again, would he?" she taunted me.

My bed faced the door so I spread my knees further apart to allow me to 
see her between them while my fingers remained on my pussy.

"Oh Mom!" I whined and she laughed at my pitiful protest.

She continues to watch me from the doorway, allowing me to finish my 
latest fantasy about how he was fucking me on the church altar.  That was 
how I always envisioned being with him – somewhere in the church, usually 
with something happening elsewhere in the church that we could hear going 
on as he fucked me.  With my mom watching I came especially hard as I 
loved to show off for her and besides, I knew she enjoyed seeing me 
masturbate.


Chapter 4 – Getting to Know Pastor Ken
======================================

Over the course of the summer I got to know Pastor Ken and Cheri even 
better and had a couple of meals with them.  There were always other 
leaders with us so it wasn't like it was a personal dinner or anything 
but I still got to talk to them on a more social basis and not so much 
church-related.

Pastor Ken expressed an interest in my college studies, especially since 
I was attending a strict Christian university, and we spent a lot of time 
comparing notes between mine and a similar one that he had attended.  We 
both got a good laugh especially in comparing the morality requirements.  
At my school they are called "Lifestyle Guidelines" whereas at his it was 
"The Pledge".  His school was even more strict than mine in that he had 
to actually sign a document pledging not to engage in certain activities 
and agreed to discipline including expulsion for any violations.

For me, we have "guidelines" under the pretense that they aren't 
mandatory.  Of course, attendance at school is not "mandatory" either so 
there was an implied threat that if you don't follow the guidelines you 
can't attend school there.

Things got more interesting when we started to compare how well we 
actually followed the rules.  It started out innocently enough – more 
about drinking and dirty dancing than anything else.  Then it got to the 
point where our confessions got a bit more risquι.  Although we didn't go 
into the details TOO deep, but by the time we were done we both knew the 
other had no respect for the "no sex" and "no immorality" sections of the 
rules.

I found this especially interesting for him given his intent to be a 
pastor but then I guess that was being unfair.  After all he was a man 
and all men are animals deep down; it's a question of how house-broken 
they are!  It wasn't until I laid in bed that night with my fingers 
pretending to be Pastor Ken's cock in me that I thought about the longer 
term implications of our little confessional.  Although neither of us 
directly said it, the implication was that we both shared an interest in 
recreational sex and that that interest for him had not diminished after 
school – or even after marriage!

Hmmmmmm... 

After that my mom and I had another of our little mother-daughter talks 
when I told her about my discussion with Pastor Ken and how he seemed to 
be eyeing me more openly now.  In fact, once he even patted me lightly on 
the ass as he told me to go help someone which would have been rather 
innocuous except the last pat was more of a grab!  He turned away and I 
didn't get to see his eyes afterwards but it left me wondering…..

My mom, as usual, was ever my guardian angel who helped keep me grounded 
and out of trouble.  She expressed concern over me even considering 
getting involved with Pastor Ken, not so much because he was married 
since she knew my infatuation with cheating husbands, but more because of 
the potentially damaging personal consequences should anyone at the 
church ever find out.  That included her and my dad since they would be 
drawn into whatever scandal might erupt from the newly married pastor 
screwing one of his college leaders – something that many people would 
see as wrong on so many levels but just makes it all the more exciting 
and erotic so far as I am concerned.

In the end, my mom didn't outright tell me NOT to do anything with Pastor 
Ken (like she had with my cousin Tammy after our recent little get-
together); but she warned me to be especially careful and discrete, not 
exactly my strong points unfortunately.  That was good enough for me.  
With my mother's blessings (well, she didn't exactly say "no", did she?) 
I felt confident in going forward and seeing where this little adventure 
might end up.

Normally when I think a guy is interested in me, especially the married 
ones, I go straight for the jugular, putting him in a position where he 
has to admit his desire for me or face the consequences of his flirting 
becoming known to his wife.

In my experience, 99% of them don't make the first move out of fear of 
being denied and then reported, not because they don't want me.  Thus by 
me being more forward, it eliminates the awkwardness and lets us get down 
to business as quickly as possible.  Pastor Ken, though, was a case where 
I was going to have to be a little more subtle than usual which should 
prove interesting for both of us.

One the one hand I figured Pastor Ken would never initiate anything the 
way things were going unless I gave him more incentive to do so.  On the 
other hand, I didn't want it to be where if someone were to find out that 
he would try blaming me for coming on to him.  Even though such an excuse 
would not save his career, it would do exactly what my mother was afraid 
of and put the spotlight straight on my family.

Somehow I had to find a way to make Pastor Ken seduce me.  Actually this 
shouldn't be too hard given he was already interested.  Plus, from the 
way our last discussion went it would not be the first time he broke his 
pledge to someone about sex.  OK, I'll grant that a marriage vow is a bit 
more binding than a collegiate pledge, but the principle is essentially 
the same.


Chapter 5 – Teasing Pastor Ken
==============================

The next time I saw Pastor Ken was at the Sunday morning service so I 
made sure to wear a flouncing sun dress where the material was so light 
it swirled around my waist with a twist of my hips.  From the way my dad 
looked at me and winked when we got in the car, it must have looked good 
on me.

I winked back as my mom was in the car already.  She must have told him 
about my new mission which didn't surprise me since she always told him 
everything we discussed.  Dad's wink was his little way of saying, "Go 
get him girl!".

I made it a point to seek out Pastor Ken a couple of times that morning 
on the pretense of planning for the next Wednesday night activities.  The 
last time I dropped a quick line to start the ball rolling.

In my best schoolgirl imitation I asked, "Pastor Ken, do you think we can 
talk about a problem I'm having at school?  I thought a lot about our 
last talk and now I've been wondering whether or not I should get your 
advice."

Pastor Ken touched my bare shoulder lightly and replied, "Of course 
Kelly, you know you can come to me anytime you need something.  Would you 
be able to come in a bit early though?  I have a meeting scheduled right 
after the Wednesday service."

I agreed and over the next few days I spent most of my spare time 
dreaming and masturbating about me and Pastor Ken.  Wednesday morning I 
even caught myself thinking about him in the morning while my Dad and I 
were having our regular sex before he went to work.  When my dad came in 
me for just a moment I wondered how it would feel to have Pastor Ken cum 
inside of me but quickly banished the thought and focused on my dad's 
cock in me.

When Wednesday evening finally arrived I went to the church early and 
arrived at his office a little earlier than we had agreed upon.  It was 
empty and so I settled down to wait for him.  after much debate I had 
finally chosen to wear a skirt outfit.  Whatever I wore had to be 
presentable afterwards and the church was a little strict about wearing 
anything TOO revealing to church activities.

For many years they had enforced a one-piece swimsuit policy on girls 
until finally everyone simply revolted and ignored it.  Of course thongs 
and risquι bikinis are still taboo, but every year it seems that the 
rules get stretched just a little but further.  Personally, I would have 
loved to have worn a tight sheer cami without a bra but that would have 
surely drawn the ire of the religious fashion police so instead I picked 
out a white blouse that was about a size too small for me.

The bra was still missing though, something I refused to wear except 
under the most extreme circumstances.  My boobs were a lot more ample 
than they had been back when I was sixteen but nobody ever said anything 
to me although the senior pastor's wife, who serves as the chief morality 
cop, had given a few of my outfits the evil eye over the years.

I looked at the clock and it was still about ten to fifteen minutes 
before our appointed time so apparently he wasn't going to show up early 
– bummer.  I looked around the office and saw pictures of him and Cheri 
everywhere.  Some were of them alone while others had them together.  
Most looked to have been taken before their wedding based on the location 
and weather.

Pastor Ken looked hot in them all and I found myself looking at one in 
particular on the table next to the chair I was in.  He must have been at 
some southern beach and it showed him coming out of the water soaking wet 
and dripping water, the waves behind him and the sun showing off a deep 
tan over his rock-hard body.  It looked like it could have come straight 
out of a magazine advertisement for some men's product.

I imagined myself on the beach, beckoning him to come to me as I laid on 
the hot sand with nothing on but a terry beach towel under me.  Of 
course, in my dream he wasn't wearing the swimming trunks he had on in 
the picture, but instead was slowly approaching me like a Greek god 
emerging from the sea to take a mere mortal for his sexual pleasure.

My hand slipped under my skirt and I pulled my panties over to the side 
and started to masturbate.  My finger reached inside of me as I imagined 
him taking me and forcing himself upon me, driving his god-like penis 
deep inside my mortal womb.  God I was so wet and horny!  I put another 
and then yet another finger in me as his cock grew and swelled within me.  
Using the palm of my hand, I massaged my clit while my fingers fucked me 
faster and faster.

I could feel my orgasm beginning to emerge and was almost there when 
suddenly I heard a noise like a door closing and I quickly pulled my 
finger out and straightened out my skirt.  I managed to sit upright just 
as Pastor Ken came through the doorway.  I knew I had to be flushed but 
hopefully in the dim light of his office he wouldn't notice.  My fingers 
were still wet though but fortunately he didn't try to shake my hand but 
instead gave me a brief hug and sat down in his office chair behind his 
desk.  

"So what's the story Kelly?" he asked, "I'm glad you felt comfortable 
enough to come see me.  To be perfectly frank, I've been wanting to talk 
to you as well so your timing was perfect."

I drew a deep breath and started to relate to him a totally watered down 
version of my dilemma at school with sex – or the lack of it.  I didn't 
tell him anywhere close to the number of guys I had been with or the 
number of times I was accustomed to being fucked when I was home, but I 
did allude to the fact it was a substantial number.

When I had finished I was on the edge of my chair so I pushed myself back 
and crossed my legs.  My skirt rode up to my ass but I made no effort to 
do anything about it or even pay any attention to it one way or the 
other.  His eyes shifted briefly and I know he took in a good look of my 
legs and ass but he didn't say anything.  He took a few seconds to absorb 
everything and then it was his turn to take a deep breath.  I was a 
little surprised at his reply though as it wasn't exactly what I had 
expected him to say – not in the least!


Chapter 6 – Losing Control of the Situation
===========================================

"Well Kelly, as I said there were a few things I needed to discuss with 
you.  Frankly your admission about sex at school doesn't surprise me at 
all.  From our conversation the other night plus a number of little 
things I've heard about you since I came here, I assumed you weren't 
exactly a virgin.  Honestly, the church may not agree with my position on 
this but really I don't care if you are or not.”

Pastor Ken paused for a moment and stared at me as if trying to gauge how 
I was responding.  I did my best to stonewall sop he continued, “What I 
AM concerned about is your conduct here at church.  You must know that 
the young girls here all look up to you and I'm sure you know a lot of 
the boys do too – except they're trying to look up to you in a different 
way – like up the skirts such as the one you're wearing tonight.  Tell 
me, do you think it's right for someone like you to have such an 
influence on them?"

Wow, that speech certainly caught me off guard!  I quickly debated a 
response and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"Well, I've seen you looking at the girls enough yourself!"

For just a moment he looked a bit startled but he quickly recovered his 
composure saying, "Well, I guess we seem to have some common interests.  
The question is, can we both separate our fantasy world from reality?  I 
am not going to BS you and tell you I don't find some of them attractive, 
but I would also hope you know that nothing would ever happen, no matter 
what the circumstances.  What about you though?  Can you say the same if 
the opportunity should ever arise?"

"Well... I guess that would depend on what other outlets I had," I 
answered coyly back to him.

My initial shock had passed and I was trying to take back the initiative.  
I switched legs but without straightening out my skirt causing it to end 
up higher than before to the point my panties were starting to be 
revealed.  If there was ever an opening for him, this was it.  Thankfully 
he took it – or so I thought.

Pastor Ken got out of his chair and took a seat in the one next to me.  
With his hands folded between his knees, he look down thoughtfully at my 
legs and ass, not even trying to pretend he wasn't staring at them.

"You know Kelly, this is EXACTLY what I was referring to.  What do you 
think it tells the boys when you sit with your skirt up like that?  I've 
seen you tease them like this a number of times.  I take it you're 
accustomed to getting your way by using your sexuality, am I right?"

I clasped my hands over my knee and intertwined my fingers, using my 
weight then to rock slightly in the chair.

"I don't really care what the little boys think," I said as I licked my 
lips seductively, "I only care what the big boys do."

He twisted in the chair until he was facing me.  He unfolded his hands 
and put one on my hands on top of my knee saying, "Don't think you're 
playing me Kelly.  I know for a fact you know EXACTLY what the big boys 
think when you do this.  It's been a while, though, since I've had to 
deal with one of your kind."

I looked at him with a questioning gaze, "My 'kind'?" I asked.

"Oh come off it Kelly, you know what I mean.  We're both adults so let's 
stop playing around," he said in a suddenly forceful tone, one that I had 
never heard from him before.

Then I saw it – The Look.  The difference was in this case he went beyond 
just leering at me.  His hand started down my legs and dipped under my 
skirt until he was groping me with his fingers at the start of my crotch.  

"You're a predator, a lioness among the lambs, consuming whatever game 
you put your eyes on, accustomed to the whole world bowing at your feet 
doing your bidding.  Oh yes Kelly, I know you.  You're may be a slut but 
you're a complicated one.  You flirt and tease, leaving most men 
helplessly grasping for you long after you have whisked out of their 
reach.  You came here tonight like a vampire on a blood hunt, to draw me 
into your web of lust and sex like a black window, expecting to leave 
your prey stunned and helpless."

This was getting weird.  I had never heard anyone describe me in these 
terms and yet I could relate to what he was saying.  His voice was firm 
and deep, like a sorcerer chanting a spell and indeed he was casting a 
hex over me as his hand worked its way between my legs.  Without thinking 
about it I uncrossed them and unconsciously spread my thighs apart just 
enough to let his fingers move in from the top of my panties down until 
they were playing with my pussy.

"I noticed your scent as soon as I walked in here, as I'm sure you wanted 
me to.  You were preparing yourself to seduce another helpless victim, to 
take him like a well-planned hunt with me as your trophy.  Well, let me 
tell you something Miss Wells, there WILL be a trophy mounted tonight but 
it won't be my head.  You see, I'm the one in charge now and you'll do 
exactly as I say.  Do you understand me slut?"

I felt contrasting emotions, both fear and yet overwhelming lust.  He was 
like he wanted me to be his slave.  It wasn't that I would be submitting 
myself to him, but rather that he would be taking me.  My head throbbed 
and I felt like I was in a daze as I obediently nodded in agreement.  
Even so, it wasn't enough for him to take control, he wanted a conquest.  

Suddenly, without warning, he clutched my panties and literally ripped 
them apart, tugging them off of me in shreds.  Then, cupping my pussy in 
his hand, he literally lifted me off the chair as he pulled upwards on my 
crotch.  I wanted to cry out but at the same time I felt an incredible 
surge from my pussy as it responded to the pressure.

"I asked you a question slut," he hissed, "I expect an answer, not some 
weak nodding of your head.  So let's try this again.  Do you understand 
me slut?"

"Yes," I said meekly.  Did I just say that?  What was going on here?  It 
was like someone else had taken control of my body and mind and I was 
looking in like a bystander as this stranger responded to him.

"Yes what?" he barked at me, his fingers sliding into my pussy.

"Yes Pastor Ken," I cried out as he roughly shoved two fingers deep 
inside of me, "yes I understand you."

I let myself slide down on the chair such that my pussy was at the edge 
where he could see and reach me better.  He rammed a third finger in me 
which was still dry and so it hurt me slightly as it forced its way into 
me the first time.  I cried out involuntarily from the sharp pain but it 
quickly receded as his fingers stimulated my pussy.  My mind raced as I 
tried to understand what had suddenly come over me!

"That's for moving without my permission bitch," he said sternly.  "From 
now on you don't do anything except what I tell you to do.  Understand?"

"Yes Pastor Ken!"

Well, he couldn't say I wasn't learning fast!  Normally I prefer a guy to 
be in control, or at least THINK he is control so submission in this 
manner was not one of my strong suits.  My mind was still racing when he 
pulled one of his wet fingers from me and started to trace circles around 
my asshole.  Then suddenly he slipped it into my ass!  It hurt at first 
but then he started stroking all his fingers in and out of me, one in my 
ass and the other two still in my pussy.  I could feel them rubbing each 
other through my flesh inside of me and it felt, well it felt different 
is all I can say.  On the one hand it physically felt great but the 
thought of his finger in my ass where I had recently crapped just wasn't 
a thought I wanted to have.

I guess that's why I've never been into anal sex; I just have this 
cleanliness thing that says anything in your asshole can't be too clean 
after it comes out.  Well, Pastor Ken obviously didn't care how I felt 
about it.  He wanted to do it and so he did it whether I liked it or not.  
At this moment I was afraid to tell him to stop!

Just as quickly as he started he slipped his fingers from me and stood 
up.  Moving my legs apart he stood between them and unzipped his pants.  
He reached inside and pulled out his cock which surprisingly, was still 
flaccid - not quite what I expected after playing with me the way he had.  
Most men by now would be erect as the Washington Monument but not Pastor 
Ken; he obviously needed more encouragement.

"Suck my dick you fucking slut," he commanded me.  "C'mon dammit, hurry 
up.  I don't have all night you know."

I reached to grab his limp cock but he slapped my hand sharply, making it 
sting as a red mark immediately began to show.

"Did I tell you that you could touch it bitch?" he scolded me.  "Disobey 
me again and you'll have to be punished."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be punished or not.  I had never been into 
the master-slave thing in the past and definitely never into pain so 
somehow or another I figured I had better be a good girl.  His cock was 
dangling just inches from my mouth so I reached forward and took it 
between my lips for the first time.  His crotch smelled strongly of sex 
and not just his male odor either.  My nose picked up the distinct smell 
of a woman's pussy and I looked up at him with an inquisitive expression.  
He anticipated my question, always a step ahead of me it seemed.

"That's right, I fucked Cheri just before I came over here.  I wanted you 
to smell her on me and then mix your scent with hers, like an animal 
marking her territory over that of the competition, claiming it as hers.  
Mmmmmmm, that's better, keep sucking my cock like that.  Damn you're such 
a fucking whore."

His cock was slowly hardening in my mouth, a sensation I loved but rarely 
get to experience a most guys are already hard long before I start giving 
them a blowjob.  Pastor Ken was limp when I started and so I was able to 
feel the first pulses of blood as it started to fill his dick and stiffen 
it.  It didn't take long for him to become fully erect and as he grew I 
started to suck him faster and harder but he put his hands on my hand and 
held me still.

"That's enough of that," he said harshly, "You're not getting my cum THAT 
easily bitch.  Now get up and bend over that chair."

He stood over me with his feet planted and arm out as if he was prepared 
to "punish" me if I didn't react fast enough.  I meekly obeyed his 
instructions, putting both hands on the seat of the chair which was still 
warm from my bare ass sitting on it.  He grabbed me by the hips and 
roughly positioned me as he wanted me.  Then he slapped my ass with one 
hand, not too hard at first but then more sharply.  I could hear the 
smack as well as feel it and the next couple were really hard.  Damn, I 
was going to be sore later!

"Ouch!  That hurt!" I finally cried out as he spanked me especially hard.

I was rewarded by an even harder slap that hurt even more.  My butt must 
have been beet red by now and it tingled with pain.  I had never actually 
been spanked this hard before and was about to say something again about 
it but then thought better of it.

Pastor Ken certainly wasn't the Pastor Ken I'd been dreaming of all week, 
that's for sure.  In fact, I wasn't sure WHO this imposter was behind me, 
but I knew I was under his control for now and I had better put up with 
whatever he wanted or who knows where this could lead?  As if for good 
measure he used his other hand to smack the other cheek and from the 
sting it left behind I had images of a red hand print centered on my butt 
cheek.

With my punishment completed, I felt one hand spreading my pussy apart 
and then the head of his cock pressed against my pussy.  There was no 
playing around or slow motion entry the way I normally loved it but 
rather in one swift hard motion he shoved himself all the way into me 
until his crotch smacked against my ass.  I could tell his cock hadn't 
been perfectly lined up when he pushed at first.  Had he taken his time 
his cock would have centered itself and slipped easily into me as for God 
knows what reason, I was soaking wet.  Instead he pressed hard against 
the side of my hole until his cock must have sprung like a bent bow and 
forced its way into me.

Like his finger in my ass, it didn't hurt all that much but was still 
something I wasn't all that thrilled about.  I had little time to 
commiserate because he started banging me like a dog in heat.  His cock 
rammed its way into me and then he would quickly pull it all the way out 
and drive it into me again.  Surprisingly, I found it was actually quite 
pleasurable – and all the more as he fucked me harder.  Despite my fears 
he might do something if I spoke out, I moaned softly as his cock 
violated me over and over again.

"You like that don't you?" he asked between breaths, "You like to be 
fucked hard, to have a cock bang that tight pussy.  Well, this is for me 
bitch, just for my pleasure and so don't you forget it."

He was stroking in and out of me like a madman now, his balls slapping 
against my ass and I could feel his pubic hair tickle me.  Once again I 
was about to cum when he pulled out!  Damn!!  I looked back over my 
shoulder, dying for him to get his cock back in me and make me cum.

As it turned out, he wasn't going to give me that pleasure.  He stroked 
his cock with his hand until he came and I could feel his warm sperm 
hitting my ass, coating it with load after load of his adulterous sperm.  
When he was finished, he spread it around with his cock, smearing my 
entire ass with his cum.

"How's it feel to get so close and then have it taken away from you 
bitch?" he asked rhetorically.  "Now it's your turn.  Time for you to get 
a taste of what you've been doing to all those men you love to play with, 
toying with them and teasing them, making them think they have a chance 
with you and then ripping their dreams away without a shred of remorse.  
How does it feel to almost be there and then see it slip from your 
hands?"

He pulled my skirt down and used it to wipe his cum from my ass.  Well, 
so much for that outfit!  Picking my ruined panties from the chair, he 
had me stand up and he stuck them down the front of my blouse.  I started 
to say something but he put his finger to his lips, motioning for me to 
be quiet.

"No... not another word Kelly," he said in a softer voice but still 
firmly in control.  "I want you to go home now; you can't go to church in 
that outfit anyway." 

Like a light switch being flipped from one position to another, the wild 
monster that had all but raped me a few minutes before was replaced by 
the sensitive Pastor Ken.  His face softened and he kissed me on the 
cheek.

"I hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight Kelly," he said softly.  
"Not every man is out there for your pleasure.  Those little boys and 
girls out there aren't small animals under the domain of the lioness, 
ready to be taken at her whim and pleasure.  There are consequences for 
your actions, unexpected results, unintended penalties.  I don't expect 
us to talk about this night ever again and what we did here tonight will 
never be repeated to anyone.  Like I said, I've known girls like you 
before and believe it or not I had your best interests at heart tonight.  
I knew from the moment I first met you what you were – you simply radiate 
sex even when you don't try.  

From what I observed and heard about you afterwards, I knew a night like 
this was inevitable and it was just a question of when and where so when 
you asked to meet me I didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what 
you had planned for this evening.  Without going too far, and face it 
Kelly, some men would have gone a LOT farther than I did tonight, I 
wanted you to discover that you can't control every situation or every 
man.  Now go home little girl."

I was overwhelmed at that moment and burst into tears.  I had never had 
anyone talk to me this way before and deep down I knew he somehow knew me 
better than I did myself.

He put his arms around me and hugged me, like a grandfather instead of a 
relatively young man only five years older than me.  Then he put his hand 
on my chin and lifted my head until our eyes met.

"If there's ever a day Kelly you decide you need to talk about your life; 
if you ever reach a point where you question whether what you are doing 
is really what God wants for you; if you just need someone who can talk 
to you and be totally honest and frank about how the lifestyle you have 
chosen is truly affecting you;  just know that I am here.  Don't ever 
make the mistake though of thinking you can seduce me or control me – I 
recognize the beast in you and you can't hide it  or disguise it from me.  
Good night Kelly."

With that he turned and went back to his desk.  I wiped the tears from my 
eyes and walked out of his office, never looking back.  I remembered my 
panties and quickly dropped them into a trash container and hurried out 
to my car before anyone saw me.


Chapter 7 – Back Home
=====================

I drove home in a daze, arriving in my driveway suddenly and not 
remembering how I had gotten there.  I noticed my dad's SUV was gone so 
one or both of them must be gone and it turned out to be my father as my 
mom was in the kitchen having some desert when I walked in.  One look at 
my disheveled outfit, messy hair and tear-streaked face and she instantly 
jumped up and hugged me.

"Oh god Kelly, what happened?" she cried, "What did that bastard do to 
you?"

I broke down in tears again and sobbed onto her shoulder as she hugged me 
tightly.  What was I going to tell her?  I wasn't crying from the fucking 
he had given me, the spanking or the slap on my hand which was still red.  
I think I was crying because I had looked into a mirror and wasn't sure 
if I liked what I saw.  I was shocked that I could be read so thoroughly 
by Pastor Ken, that he could know me so intimately.

It's hard to think of yourself as being unique and different and then out 
of the blue have someone classify you like a bug in a museum collection, 
especially when you find that you fit so neatly in the display case.

My mom and I talked for hours that night.  I knew that I would be talking 
more to Pastor Ken though.  My mother relates to me as a woman but we are 
too much in love for her to strip me down into pieces the way Pastor Ken 
had done so quickly and skillfully.  Once the shock wore off I, I 
realized that I wanted to hear more about myself from someone who could 
look into my soul and extract my inner being, only to throw it in my face 
to be questioned and debated.  I doubted I would be changing my outlook 
on sex but it never hurts to understand yourself better.

So... what do you think?  Do you know yourself?  Are you ready?  To 
paraphrase those immortal words of Jack Nickelson, "Can you handle the 
truth?"

THE END