Archive-name: Dreams/preacher.txt
Archive-author: Cross Fire
Archive-title: 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
before.
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