Chapter 4

I got under the sheets beside her in the bed, which was sublime and rare experience for me, having not laid with a woman since my experience with Katie. She immediately found the zipper to my robe, removed it and tossed it to the side of the bed. Wanting to feel my skin against hers, she removed my undershirt. In the next few seconds her hands found the elastic waist strap of my underwear and, with some effort, pulled it over my full erection, down my legs and off my body. Glancing down under the sheets, she nodded her head, impressed.

“Not bad, for a minister. Very yummy, Pastor.”

Elenora moved closer to me, so the length of my penis snuggled against her. Almost immediately it was like we’d been together all our lives. How can I describe how nice it felt to me? All I can say is… it was glorious. I put my arms around her shoulders and felt her large soft breasts press against my skin. I held her there, close, pressing my penis firmly into her belly. Under the sheets, I felt one of her hands reach out and gently cup the soft, vulnerable underside of my scrotum while the fingers of the other hand closed around the base of my penis and did not let go. I know it was wrong to take advantage of the young woman, to give in to my base human instincts and desecrate our historic church which has stood in our community for over 150 years, but I never felt more joy or peace in my soul than at the moment when our naked bodies intermingled and became one.

“Is that better?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m finally warming up,” she said.

I stroked my fingers once through her hair and looked into her eyes. Our lips met, sweetly, barely touching, and then again, much deeper the second time, exploring each other with our tongues, a kiss I will never forget. She said her sexy words and for the first moment in the last three months, I stopped thinking about the God-forsaken virus that was ravaging the world.

“You have a nice penis. It’s rather big and thick. You’ve been hard for hours, you poor man. Your balls feel huge, like two big balloons about to pop. I bet you have a lot of nice creamy semen in there you’ve been saving up for someone just like me.”

Though I found her dirty words rather shocking, I wasn’t offended in the slightest. In fact, her compliments about my body made me feel good about myself, I’m ashamed to say, whether they were true or not.

“I’m so wet and open for you, sir. Would you like to get inside me?”

“I… uh…”

“Do you have a condom, Pastor?”

The way she kept calling me Pastor should’ve brought me to my senses, but instead, God forgive me, the word sounded sexy between her lips.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…”

“May I ask… have you been sexually active with anyone recently?”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“No. It’s been a rather long time.”

“OK. One last question. Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?”

I blushed and nodded no.

“Good. Just so you know, I’ve recently tested negative for STD’s as well.”

“That’s… good to know,” I said, smiling nervously.

She took my hands in hers, like a child, about to leave home for his first day of school.

“Just relax, Pastor. Your penis is hard. You’re attracted to me, right?”

I nodded yes.

“We’re going to have a good time together. Just remember to pull out when you’re about to come. I don’t want to get pregnant. You can come on my tits if you like. I know you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off them since we met, you bad boy.”

Before I had a chance to respond, she slipped my erect penis all the way inside her moistened inner flesh without resistance, tilting her pelvis up and pressing firmly on my ass to drive it in as deep as possible. I couldn’t help but to exhale at the pleasure of feeling the slick walls of her vagina massaging the sides of my shaft. I began to move my hips and thrust myself in and out of her. She kept talking in a dirty manner as I pumped my penis harder and harder and deeper and deeper into her. And every word she said about me was God’s absolute truth.

“You wanted to do this from the moment you saw me through the window of your church, didn’t you? That was a nice trick, inviting a poor, sick homeless woman in out of the cold so you could get her in your bed and fuck her to your heart’s content, while the church is closed and no one will find out. You turned the heat up in the room so high I couldn’t keep my clothes on without developing a fever. I got so hot and aroused that I had to touch myself and there you were, watching through the crack in the door like a Peeping Tom. You liked watching me masturbate, didn’t you? Then, you forced me to swallow that horrible medicine that you said would make me feel better, but actually it just made me sleepy and compliant to you.”

Her dirty sexy words had their effect on me and I could feel over ten years of semen about to rise out of the depths of my being and burst forth. I’d been inside her for only a few minutes and I tried to control it, but a trigger had been pulled and the coming ejaculation was inevitable. My heart raced as I struggled to take in breaths, rutting and groaning like some kind of farmyard animal. My celibacy had come to a dramatic end. I was social-distancing no more.

“I trusted you, Pastor. I trusted you and now you’re on top of me and I can’t move or do anything to stop you from shooting your sticky wet semen all over the breasts that you like to stare at so much. Well, then. Go ahead. I suppose I’ve become your personal church whore now, Pastor. Make me into your little cum-loving slut and mark me with your semen. Spray your cum all over these big tits so you can watch me lap it up with my tongue. When you do it, when you shoot your semen all over my chest, my boobs will no longer be mine, they’ll be yours, my friend. Be ready with the spoon to catch it when it drips into my cleavage. I don’t want to waste a precious drop. I give you my permission. I’m getting sleepy and you’ve waited long enough, baby. Be like Elsa and just let… it… go.”

The image of her licking my semen off her breasts reminded me of my experience with Katie and drove me to the point of no return. After a few final deep thrusts, I tilted my head back and my eyes rolled up in my head. Pulling out just in time, I released my semen in several bursts just as she asked, spurting it like an uncontrollable fire hose over her neck and cheek and torso, and zeroing in on the mounds of her pretty breasts as best I could under the circumstances. Grasping the underside of her breasts and pressing them upward she did just as she said she’d do; I watched her lick as much of the white cream that she could reach with her tongue. She didn’t appear to swallow it, rather allowed the semen to pool on her tongue to savor the taste. I could see the white thick substance in her mouth and on her lips.

“Get the spoon. Feed me, darling...”

At first, I couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do, although she had clearly spelled out her intentions just a moment ago. My jaw dropped.

“You mean with…”

“Yes, with the spoon. Before it runs off my body and spills on the sheet. Hurry!”

Slightly dizzy and out of breath, still recovering from the aftermath of my ejaculation, I reached out, grabbed the spoon I’d left on the bedside table and caught the small river of my seminal fluid as it snaked its way through the winding, magnificently deep canyon formed by her two mountains of flesh. After carefully scooping the remaining semen from her belly and the sides of her torso, the tablespoon was filled to the brim. Steadying my hand, I brought the spoon up to her lips and she took it into her mouth, shutting her eyes and laying her head back on the pillow. As before, she didn’t appear to swallow the creamy fluid at first, as it seemed to bring her some kind of inner satisfaction and peace to hold it in her mouth. The experience made me feel much closer to her and to God. I know you may find what I’m about to write shocking and indecent , but when Elenora took my precious bodily fluid into her mouth it was a spiritual experience for me, similar to when I offer the wafer of bread on the tongues of our parishioners during the sacrament of Holy Communion. I’m sorry if you find that statement upsetting. Once more, it is not my intention to offend you.

“Thank you,” she said softly, after swallowing.

Satiated, she licked her lips once more, turned to her side and fell fast asleep. I had eaten the apple down to the core and enjoyed it, without shame or guilt, at least for the moment.