The Counseling of Clare - (M/F, romance, oral, vaginal penetration)
by Hawg WildCounseling parishioners of my church always presents unique and interesting situations. Some counseling sessions are dull and you wonder if they will ever end as the counselee drones on about their problems. Many sessions have left me daydreaming only to be awakened by the counselee�s question �do you understand where I�m coming from� and I quickly respond with �oh, yes - my child. I understand completely.�
Today was one of those rare occasions where the parishioner got my attention from the very start of our late afternoon session. Clare Bowman was her name. She is an attractive lady in her mid-twenties. I in fact, struggle to keep from staring at her during my Sunday morning message delivery. Her hourglass figure is eye-catching as she enters the sanctuary each week with mid-thigh skirts and tight blouses that advertise her well-blessed bosom. It�s a constant war between the mind and the spirit during conversations with her as temptation lures my eyes to her ever-so-noticeable cleavage, hoping for a reason for her to bend over so I might catch a glimpse of a soft nipple, quietly and secretly nestled in her silk undergarment.
Clare had asked me Sunday for a counseling session today, which I quickly agreed to, hoping I didn�t seem too anxious in my response to give away my secret lust for this beautiful creature of God. At the appointed hour a soft knock rapped on my office door. I had sent the secretary home for the day since it was �about that time� (as we say at the end of our work day). A bit nervous regarding this particular meeting, I cleared my throat and with a deliberate Pastoral Tone I said, �Come in.� I was nervous about this session, because I know my role as pastor is extremely important to my parishioners and when they have personal issues, I am the man they go to for help. I truly did not want my lustful desires to usurp my pastoral duties with whatever it is Clare wanted to see me about. Whatever my self-ratification of my pastoral duties had been in preparing for this meeting, I was not prepared for what walked into my office that moment.
It was the first time I had seen Clare in �street clothes.� She wore short jean shorts that must have taken two people to help her squeeze into them. Her top was one of those low-cut, elastic, scrunch tops that stop just above navel - revealing something I didn�t know about Clare - she had her navel pierced. Her long, dark-red hair draped over her shoulders and curled just above her cleavage. I was breathless. I stood up and tried my best not to appear taken back and I offered Clare a seat in front of my desk.
As I sat down behind my desk, I was immediately aware that the actual desk becomes a barrier between the counselor and counselee (Psychology 101), but I knew I needed that barrier to hide my feelings that were beginning to grow in my pants, just at the sight of her - and how embarrassing it would be - not to mention career killing - if she realized I was thinking anything other than counseling a needy church member. Before I looked up at my young parishioner, I went through the routine statements I say in all my counseling sessions: �I want to thank you for trusting me enough and having confidence in me as your pastor to come to me with whatever it is you need to speak to me about today. Just to let you know and to help you feel more comfortable in talking with me - everything said in this office remains in this office� with emphases on in this office. �So� I said �feel free to open up your heart (and anything else you may want to open up - I thought in the back of my mind) and tell me how I can help you.�
As I looked up from my desk and across to her eyes, I realized she was nervous and skittish about bringing her issue before me. She began �Pastor, I don�t know if my reason for being here really belongs in your line of work.� �But I do want your opinion at least of whether or not I should go to a medical doctor or what I should do.� Of course when she mentioned medical doctor, I immediately realized that this session could be a bit over my head and I need to be open to the option of referring her to someone. I responded with sincere concern �What�s the problem Clare, I am here to help you.� �Well,� she said �I must warn you - it�s a bit personal.� I reminded Clare of my confidentiality and that I can handle anything she wishes to discuss - no matter how personal it may be, that�s why I am here.
That reassurance seemed to ease her nervousness a bit. I noticed her perfectly shaped breasts raise quite a bit as she took a deep cleansing breath as if to say �Ok - here goes nothing.� At the end of her breath she stated �Pastor, I don�t know any way to say this other than to just be blunt about my problem.� �My girlfriends laugh at me and make fun of me when I share this with them, but I think it�s a real issue that I need somebody to give me some advice on.� I replied, �I�m here for you Clare, just tell me what it is.�
She said �Pastor, I think God intended for me to be a man.�
At this remark, my mind immediately flashes back to Psychology 101 where they taught us in Seminary not to show any reaction to what the counselee exposes as their problem - no matter how striking or appalling it may be. My thoughts at this revelation of Clare�s was - how ridiculous can she be? With her body? She thinks she�s meant to be a man? No wonder her girlfriends laughed at her. It was all I could do to keep from it. But with all of the seriousness I could muster I followed up with this question. �Clare, what in the world would make you think that God wanted you to be a man?�
�Pastor,� she said nervously again �That�s where the �personal� part comes in, and again, the only way I know how to say this is just blurt it out.� �My clit is longer than most women�s.� And she dropped her head in embarrassment at having brought such a subject to the attention of her minister.
My heart began to pound at the awkwardness of the moment. I wasn�t sure how to ask the questions that were coming to mind, but without much thought I seemed to have blurted out �Clare, do you prefer women over men in a sexual way?� Her response was relieving when she stated �I have been with a few women, but I don�t prefer them. I prefer men. Is that important?� I assured her it was important to the revelatory question of God�s intent for her physical appearance. I asked her if she had spoken to her OBGYN about this, and she stated that he told her it was of no concern - but it still concerns her. She said, �I�m embarrassed by it.�
My response was �Clare, no one sees it but you�and even if that is not the case, I can�t imagine that it is so large that you should think that God intended for you to be a man.� �But Pastor� she argued �It sticks out this much from my pussy� as she showed me her thumb protruding between her index and middle finger up to the first knuckle. Upon hearing her say the word �pussy� something in my pants twinged and I could almost feel the blood begin to rush to my mid-region.
�First of all� I replied �God made you the way you are - a beautiful, sweet, enthusiastic young lady� �you should accept whatever physical abnormalities you may think you have� and at that phrase she interrupted me and said �I THINK I HAVE?� �Now my own Pastor doesn�t believe me.� With that, she began to cry.
I wanted to console her and determined it was time to break the desk barrier. I stood up and walked around to where Clare sat and took the chair next to hers. I placed my hands gently on top of her hands that were resting peacefully in her lap. Her hands were delicately soft and warm. As I held her hands I glanced at her ever-present cleavage again with my cock beginning to make his presence known to me. In a soft, loving tone I said to Clare �Of course I believe you, but so many times our physical infirmities seem larger to us where other�s probably don�t even notice - and it�s normal for you to feel the way you do about your self.� She said, �But if you could just see it, you would realize�well, that�s just impossible to think about�I can�t show my pastor my clit.� We both chuckled and that seem to relieve the tears and anxiety. I laughed a bit and stated rhetorically �that would be a bit inappropriate, wouldn�t it?�
She stopped a minute and looked at me straight in the eyes and said �didn�t you say that anything said in this room stays in this room?� I said �yes, of course� �then would it be reasonable to assume that if anything I said stays in this room - anything I did would stay here as well.� �I suppose so� I replied looking at her with question. �Could I show you my clit so you will really understand what I�m so upset about.�
With that suggestion, I could feel the heat in my face, the heat of embarrassment. At the same time, my cock stiffened and I was thankful that I was bent over as I held Clare�s hands. I replied to Clare �I don�t need to see your�ahem�clit in order to believe you, but if it will help you, you can be assured that I�m willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel better.�
Almost without a second thought, Clare pulled her hands out from under mine and unsnapped her jean shorts. She unzipped her pants and raised her buttocks up and slid her shorts down to her ankles. Much to my surprise, she was not wearing any panties. The thought immediately occurred that this might be some sort of set-up to ruin me upon exposing this session to other church members. I reasoned that, I�ve let this matter get this far, I might as well see it through to the end and see what Clare has in mind. Realizing my thoughts had drifted a bit into the consequences of this moment, I immediately began to refocus upon Clare.
Clare had spread her legs open and faced her closely shaven pussy toward me. My cock stiffened harder than I can remember it ever being as I breathed in the essence of her sweet honey cunny. Clare broke the silence in the room by saying �See, isn�t that longer than normal to you� My eyes focused on her clit, I replied in a �doctor� sort of tone - as much as I possibly could any way �that is a bit larger than average, but Clare, it is by no means large enough for you to consider that a biological mistake has been made her.� With that statement, I think it was more reflex than anything, I touched her thighs with the subconscious attempt to comfort her. Realizing what I had done, I was outwardly embarrassed and apologized. She comfortingly said �no need to apologize pastor, that felt nice.�
I asked Clare �does the length of your clit bother you physically - I mean - does it get in your way?� She said �Not really, other than it rubs against my panties� she chuckled remembering she wasn�t wearing any today �and it kind of keeps me in an excited state of mind - if you know what I mean�. I replied �I think I do� as we both looked down at the seat of my pants that was obvious to the both of us - I was excited. As I looked back up, my heart jumped as our eyes met. Her voice much softer now, she asked, �Would you like to touch it and see how hard it is?� without responding verbally, I instinctively took my index finger and softly stroked her protruding clit.
I could feel it growing as I began to massage it in it�s own juices that were beginning to excrete around it. I looked back up at Clare and she had leaned her head back and was enjoying the massage. With a bit more pressure, I added my other fingers to the massage and Clare began to moan softly and reached up to massage her breasts.
Realizing that she was enjoying this and was no longer in an emotional state of distress, I took the opportunity to continue in her pleasure as I dropped to my knees and licked the dripping juices of her pussy. I spread her outer folds to expose her beautiful pink cunt and pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking gently, relishing in the sweet savor of the moment.
As I massaged her clit with my tongue with intermittent moments of sucking (at times vigorous) and rolling her clit gently between my teeth, I inserted my fingers into her pussy to add to the massaging pleasure. She was so wet by this time, that my fingers had no problem finding their way into hole and curling upward to locate Clare�s G-spot. As my fingers ran across that specific place, Clare�s body began to stiffen as I could imagine every nerve surged with energy from head to toe.
With my other hand - I stroked Clare�s thighs and my favorite part of a woman�s body that leaves me breathless, the bikini line, that region between her pelvic bone and her pussy. As Clare continued to moan in ecstasy, her body would jump, as she would feel the sensation of my hands stroking her tender skin. I slowly worked my fingers around her G-spot and my other hand underneath her tight fitting shirt to massage her hardened, erect nipples.
With this, I felt Clare�s body harden and her breaths shorten. She took her hand to stop me from massaging her clit and softly said �I�m about to cum and it�s too soon.� With that, she stood up and took my arms and lifted me up. As I stood, she knelt to unzip my pants and release my trapped penis. The cool air on my dick felt so good. Clare lowered my trousers and underwear to the floor and began to stroke my already aching cock.
As she stroked my cock - I ran my fingers through her soft, silky hair. The sight of her hair just melts my heart like butter. Clare would kiss my cock as she continued to stroke it. She asked, �how does that feel?� and I responded �very nice.� She said �I�m sure you get so tired of hearing church members complain about little things. I think you need to be appropriately compensated for your compassion on girls like me.� Immediately following that statement she gently placed her lips around my cock and began to slowly slide down my shaft until my head touched the back of her throat. The pressure in my cum filled balls was so mounting, I thought I was going to explode. I threw my neck back and rolled my eyes up into my head as I felt the pre-cum begin to ooze from my cock. Clare sensed the pre-cum as well, and began to swirl her tongue around the head of my dick. My sensitive cock shot screaming impulses of ecstasy through my entire body as her catlike tongue licked up my pre-cum.
I pulled Clare up and set her on top of my desk. I pushed her knees apart as she leaned back on the palms of her hand. I came in close and pushed my penis inter her soft silky pussy. The warmth almost made me explode, but I managed to hold back my flood of semen that was waiting to burst through the gate. To help hold back the pressure, I focused in on pleasuring her and enjoying watching her writhe in pleasure as my cock began to move freely in and out of her slippery honey hole. With each thrust of my pelvis, I felt my cock sink deeper into body. As my balls would slap her buttocks and my body would press her protruding clit, Clare would gasp for breath. With each gasp, I would increase my motion, lunging faster and faster until she finally let out a scream of pleasure and her pussy would convulse in contractions around my dick.
Showing no mercy for her pleasure, I continued to slam my rod into her hot ass. In her throws of passion she reached up and put her arms around my neck and began to work in rhythm with me, pushing her pussy into my pelvis as I would press deeper and deeper. It was at that moment I realized I was no longer able to hold back the floodgates. My eyes began to squint with the pressure. Clare noticed my struggle and pulled away. She grabbed my dick that was slick with her pussy juices and began to stroke my cock vigorously. �Go ahead baby, cum for me� She knelt down on her knees and pointed my cock toward her breasts, constantly stroking. At last, I exploded my hot semen all over Clare�s beautiful tits. I began to shout with the pleasure of release. Clare shouted back �Oh your cum is so hot on my chest. It feels so good. Cum for me some more�keep cumming on me.� She placed my cock between her large breasts and I began to pump more semen as I fucked tits. That moment seemed to last for an eternity as my orgasm finally began subside. Clare again, took my cock into her mouth to clean up the last bit of seed left on my cock. As I stood there depleted of all energy, Clare gazed up into my eyes, raised her breasts and began to lick the cum off her nipples. �Mmmm, Pastor - I love the way you handle your counseling sessions.�
Having said our goodbyes, I went home wandering if anything would come of this encounter. Would I lose my ministry, my church, and my career?
The following Sunday, after a particularly good service (I always said, I preach better after I sin) I opened the floor for testimonies. After a few testimonies were given and it appeared that they were ending, Clare stood up. My heart jumped with fear in thinking that my worst nightmare was about to come true. Clare stated �Pastor, I would like to say to this congregation that our Pastor is a great man to talk to in your time of need.� �Just this week� she continued �He helped me in my desperate need to find solace and comfort just when I needed it the most.� �I hope that we are paying this pastor enough to keep him around for a while� The congregation and I laughed and I closed with this statement �I feel quite compensated for my services with this congregation�my office is always open to those who need to talk.�
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