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Preacher
There have
been many stories in the newspapers in the last few years
about preachers that have gotten themselves in sexual
relationships
outside what their particular religious group thought was
right and
holy. I am going to try and write a few stories about the
life of one
preacher that found his position as clergy helped him get into
many new
and exciting positions. Hope you enjoy this piece of fiction,
if so
leave a word of encouragement for CROSS FIRE.
Sunday would
soon be upon me. It is now late Saturday night and the
Sunday sermon is no where to be found. I sit huddled over
my desk in my
darken office studying. I was preaching through the book
of Song of
Solomon because the lexicon has it as the next text. I had
read many
books trying to push all of the erotic images into a symbol
of God and
Israel yet I could not keep my mind from seeing the naked
lust of the
text.
"My beloved
is gone down into his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's,
and my beloved is mine:
he feedeth among the lilies."
How could this
be God and Israel unless God has a desire to give oral
sex to His nation? No, this is clearly a man and woman who
are in love.
Ready to share all that they are to give sexual pleasure to
the other.
How am I to share an experience that I have never had? How
am I to
teach the text rightly without offending the parish?
As these thoughts
of concern and sexuality dance through my head I
leaped like a child caught looking at a Playboy magazine
as a gentle
knock is heard from the outside door. I cannot imagine who
it could be.
No one knows that I am here. No one ever comes to the parish
door this
late at night...unless it is some free loader looking for a
handout from
God.
I went to the
door ready to share my basic "I can't help you more then
$10.00 worth line." When I open the door the most beautiful
red haired
girl was standing in the door way. She had on a pair of old
faded jeans
that clung tightly to her well formed body, she wore a bluejean
vest
that button up the front. The first few buttons were undone
exposing
her lily white skin. By the imprint her nipples made in the
material of
the vest I could tell that her breast were ample and free
of any re-
straints. I asked her to come in and be sited. I said, "How
may I help
you my child?"
She looked right
through me with her bright round blue eyes. It was as
if she could read the lust that was bury deep inside my soul.
I began
to sit down behind my desk to hid the hard member that had
sprung to
live in my pants. Then she spoke. Her voice was soft but
firm. It
carried innocents and the knowledge of the world. The sultry
flavor of
her voice would cause any mortal to obey.
"No, sit
over here near me," she said has she pointed to one
of the
lounge chairs that were in my office for when I did counseling
of
parishioners.
I sat slowly
into the soft high back chair and asked again in a timid
voice, "How may I help you?"
"I am here
to help you." She answered.
She took a
step toward me. She was now barely arms reach away. I
began to smell the fragrance of sweet perfume flow from her
presence.
She reached up with one delicate hand pull the streaming red
hair from
her face. She cocked her head to the side as she looked
at me. She
knew that I was hypnotized by her beauty. As I watched her
moist tongue
left her mouth and traveled from one side of her lusty
lips to the
other. Her lips glowed with wetness. Her hands began
to rub the
outside of her vest. Her nipples seems to be trying to burst
through
the material. She started lifting her nipples one at a time
with her
fingers. With each pinch she smiled at the reaction she was
receiving
from me.
At this point
my breathing was getting heavy. Perspiration was on my
brow. I knew that I should stop her but my own desire cried
out for
more.
The red haired
beauty took one hand and ran it inside of her vest, now
fondling her bare breast. The other hand began turning the
buttons of
the vest slowly through the holes that held them.
In my mind I
was helping her remove the buttons. Mentally begging her
to loosen another one and then another one.
Soon the vest
open and she was rubbing breast with a passionate fury.
She held them out to me as if to present them for my approval.
Her
voice broke the long silence, "Kiss my breast."
She stepped closer
to me. She brought her breast right to my mouth like
a mother feeding her hunger baby. "Suck it," she
said.
Without hesitation
I began to suck, lick, and kiss her pert mounds. Her
nipple sliding in and out of my mouth. I would suck in as
much of her
soft flesh has I could take into my mouth at one time. Then
allow it to
slide out of my suction grasp just to have my tongue follow.
My tongue
followed around the red button, down across the valley, and
then I would
began again. Suck, lick, kiss, and switch.
She began to
roll her head around in small circles. A soft moan was
escaping from her lips. Her long red hair would stroke across
my hungry
face with each forward roll.
She forces my
mouth away from her breast. I had not noticed but while I
was feasting upon the strangers fruits she had undone her
pants and
somehow slide the tight jeans over and off her body. She pulled
gently
on my hands. I stood to my feet. She circled me, so that
now I was
standing were she had been and she was were I had been. She
placed her
arms on my shoulders and said, "Kneel before me my love."
As I knelt she
sat down into the chair I had been seated in. What I saw
before me was a mound of soft, pink, moisten flesh. The
flesh was
aflame with the fire of bright red hair and unfulfilled
lust. The
smell rising from her womanhood was like sweet wine. She had
no need to
say anything. I bury my face to the delicate of her delights.
My
tongue found her harden bud. I lick it slowly and firmly.
Even my hot
breathing seem to cause her to get more aroused. Her juices
were like
sweet honey in my mouth. I began to do for her pussy what
I had done
for her breast. I would suck in has much of her pussy has
I could get
into my mouth. I could fell her feminine lips slide pass
my lips. I
could fell her harden clitoris enter my mouth with some of
her bright
hair. I would suck hard and taste her juices enter my
mouth. Then
slowly I would release my hold, allowing the wet pussy to
slide free,
only to meet my tongue on her clitoris again. Over and over
I sucked,
and licked and sallowed.
My red hair stranger
was going wild in the chair before me. I heard her
crying out. "Suck me, Suck me. Eat my pussy. Drink
my cum. Don't
stop. No, never, don't stop."
There was no
need for her orders I was not going to release her. Her
excitement was also driving me to an orgasm. The thought of
giving her
such pleasure was causing me to hump the air like a dog in
heat. As I
excited her, it excited me, which cause me excite her more.
The cycle
continued to a hard climax. With one final sucking pull on
my beautiful
strangers pussy she let out a unintelligent groan, her legs
put a tight
lock around my head, and her whole body quivered for several
seconds.
At the same time I fill my pants with a large load of hot
white cream.
She released her hold on me and I sank to the floor, exhausted
with the
joyful effort of giving pleasure to my red hair stranger.
I passed out
in the floor. I was awaken by a knock on my door. It was
one of the elders of the church asking, "Pastor, are
you all right?
Services have already begun. Aren't you going to preach this
morning?"
Yes I brought
my sermon that morning. Everyone said it was one to the
best explanation of Song of Solomon as a symbol of God and
Israel they
had ever heard. When services were over I could not decided
if it had
all be a dream or if it was real. I went into my private bathroom
still
confused. When I opened my pants there was still a stain from
the night
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