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ME AND MY YOUTH PASTOR
By Kelly
pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
http://www.pghpagirl.com
If you're looking for the typical Kelly diary story you may want
to skip this one. It starts out fairly routine but eventually
morphs into something I am sure you won't expect and may
not even care for. There are events in our lives which come
about unexpectedly and turn out to be totally different than we
ever expect. Yet those same events are the ones that truly
shape us and make us who we are. This was one of those
events for me…..
This is only for those who are interested in what makes me
who I am. If you read further don't complain to me – you've
been warned!
All my life my parents have attended the same Presbyterian church which
means as long as I lived at home, so did I. It is fairly typical of the old
large protestant churches with about 2000 members on the roles and
maybe 500-600 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. Services are
organized and usually boring to be honest, none of the arm raising or
theatrical oratory that many new churches have evolved into. In many
ways the church is really more of a big social club which includes just
enough religion to appease everyone's conscious.
I have been involved in the youth group programs throughout my
childhood and into high school. Now that I am in college I remain involved
in various bible studies but now I serve as a helper to the youth group
leaders. It is fun and challenging in many ways. Our big night of the
week, like most churches, is Wednesday night when everything catered to
the kids and we made our biggest outreach to the community.
If you've been reading my diary entries, especially my fantasies, then you
also are 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 12-15 years
of age. This doesn't make me that much older than them and frankly, it is
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 have never
touched a one of them inappropriately (and that means as their parents
would interpret it so don't stretch it) nor can I imagine ever actually doing
so. Despite my own views on sex and morality, I understand that most
people have different attitudes and I respect that (I wish it went both ways
though. The bottom line for me is that parents entrust their kids to me and
expect me to enforce their rules and morals. This is a trust which no
matter what thoughts might cross my mind I would NEVER violate. It's fun
to fantasize though and I just hope people are mature enough to
understand there is a big difference between fantasy and reality.
Unfortunately some people don't understand that and even worse there
are those who can't keep them separate in their lives which is why sex
offenders need to be in jail. I should say that there has been one
exception so far for me and that is my cousin Tammy who is barely 13.
We just played and masturbated and she is still a virgin so it can't be said I
led her TOO far astray. In this situation my feelings are that since she is
my cousin it makes it a family affair more than anything.
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 am not
so naïve to believe that they would actually do what we talk about anyway.
I like to think I have given them a new fantasy to indulge in and if they
masturbate afterwards thinking about their daughter, what's the harm?
Hmmmmm, 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 25 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 had ever had.
When I am home from school I still like to help out with my old church so I
got to know Pastor Ken and Cheri (his wife) pretty well. Pastor Ken is only
5 years older than me and was quite a catch for Cheri in my opinion! Not
quite 6 feet tall, he is lean and muscular with a warm face that makes me
melt whenever he smiles. There is one thing I have noticed though that I
doubt most people have. It is probably because of my own thoughts and
feelings that I am able to see that Pastor Ken has an eye for the girls!
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 have never seen him
looking at the cute boys I am interested in!), I doubt it is just a coincidence.
He also seemed quite interested in my ass judging by the number of times
I caught him looking at it. Guys somehow think they can stare at a girl and
just because they don't think she sees them that she doesn't know. Well
news flash guys! Every girl has a first time experience and I don't mean
anything to do with her virginity. What I am 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 real person. It may be a boy her age but more likely it is 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. I remember what an emotional
experience it was for me when I first caught an older man in church
looking down at me with 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. 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 as 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. 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 the 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 to do. More than a few times I returned from
church and changed out of my clothes just to lay in bed naked and
imagine being with him. My mom caught me once and teased me from
the doorway.
"So Kelly, Pastor Ken on your mind again?" she taunted me.
My bed faced the door so I spread knees apart so I could see her between
them but kept my fingers working my pussy.
"Mom!" I whined and she laughed at my pitiful protest. She watched me
from the doorway which allowed 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 going
on elsewhere in the church that we could hear going on as he fucked me.
I came especially hard this time since my mom watching, I loved to show
off for her and I knew she enjoyed seeing me masturbate.
Over the course of the summer I got to know Pastor Ken and Cheri better
and even 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 was interested in my college studies, especially since
I was attending a Christian college, and we spent a lot of time comparing
notes between mine and the one 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 more strict in that he had to 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 with the implied threat that if you don't follow the guidelines you
can't attend school there. What was most interesting was that we
somehow slipped into a comparison of how well we actually followed the
rules. It started out innocently enough – more about drinking and dirty
dancing. Then it got to the point where our confessions got a bit more
interesting to say the least. We didn't go into too deep of details 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 well 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! Hmmmmm…….
Once again my mom and I had one of our little mother-daughter talks as I
told her about my discussion with Pastor Ken and how he seemed to be
eyeing me more openly now. Once he even patted me 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 helping to keep me grounded and out of
trouble. She expressed concern over 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 she didn't outright tell me NOT to do anything with
Pastor Ken (like she had with my cousin Tammy after our little affair), 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 say no) I felt confident in going forward
and seeing where this little adventure might end up.
This was a case where I had to be a little more subtle than I typically tend
to be when I have my eye on somebody. 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 make Pastor Ken
seduce me. Actually this shouldn't be too hard, after all he was already
interested and from the way our last discussion went it would not be the
first time he broke his pledge to someone about sex. OK, maybe a
marriage vow is a bit more binding than a collegiate pledge but the
principle was the same.
The next time I would see him 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 else 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 him, "Pastor Ken, do you think we can talk about a
problem I am having at school? I thought a lot about our last talk and now
I have been wondering whether or not I should get your advice."
Pastor Ken touched my bare shoulder lightly and replied, "Of course Kelly,
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 about me and Pastor Ken. Wednesday morning came and I
even caught myself thinking about him in the morning when my Dad and I
had our regular sex before he went to work. 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. I had finally chosen to wear a skirt outfit after much debate.
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 revolted and ignored it. Thongs and risqué bikinis are still
taboo but every year it seems that the rules are stretched a little farther. I
would have loved to have worn a tight thin cami with no bra but that would
have surely drawn the ire of the religious fashion police so instead I picked
out a tight white blouse. 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 16 but
nobody had ever said anything to me although the senior pastor's wife,
who served 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 10-15 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 the alone and some had them together. Most looked to be
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 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
mortal for his 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 had been wanting to talk
to you as well so the 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's 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 alluded to
the fact it was substantial. 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 to say the least.
"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 have
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. What I am concerned about is your conduct
here at church. A lot of the young girls here look up to you and I am sure
you know a lot of the boys do too – except they are trying to look up to you
in a different way – under skirts such as the one you're wearing tonight.
Do you think it's right for someone like you to be such an influence on
them?"
Wow, that one 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? Can you
say the same if the opportunity arose?"
"Well…….. I guess that would depend on what other outlets I had," I
answered coyly back to him. At the same time I switched legs but without
straightening out my skirt in between resulting in the final position to be
well up the side of my hips to where my panties were starting to be
revealed. If there was ever an opening for him, this was it. Thankfully he
took it. Pastor Ken got out of his chair and sat in the one next to me. With
his hands folded between his knees, he look down at my legs and ass.
"You know, that 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 a number of times."
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, "Kelly, I have known a lot
of girls like you in the past and I know for a fact you know exactly what the
big boys think. It's been a long time though since one of your kind was
available."
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 holding me with his fingers
just 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 a slut but 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 and then
leave your prey stunned and helpless."
This was getting weird. I had never heard anyone describe me in terms
like this before and yet I could understand what he was saying. His voice
was firm and deep, like a sorcerer chanting a spell and indeed he was
casting a spell over me as his hand worked its way between my legs. I
uncrossed them and 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 am sure you wanted
me to. You were preparing yourself to seduce another helpless victim, to
take him under your conditions in a well-planned hunt with me as your
trophy. Let me tell you something Miss Wells, there will be a trophy
mounted tonight but it won't be my head. 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. Yes he
could have me, I was willing to be his slave! I nodded my head in
agreement but he wasn't going to let me off that easy. He grabbed my
panties and suddenly ripped them apart, pulling them off of me in shreds
and then cupping my pussy in his hand he literally lifted me off the chair as
he pulled up on my crotch.
"I asked you a question slut," he hissed, "I expect an answer, not some
weak nodding of your head. Let's try again. Do you understand me slut?"
"Yes," I said meekly. What was going on here?
"Yes what?" he barked at me, his fingers sliding in to 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
and he could see and reach me better. He rammed a 3rd finger in me
which was still dry and hurt slightly as it forced its way into me the first
time. I cried out involuntarily from the pain. My mind raced as I tried to
understand what had suddenly come over him!
"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
slut?"
"Yes Pastor Ken," I replied. You can't say I didn't learn fast! I like a guy to
be in control but submission in this manner is 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 is why I have 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, he wanted to do it and so he did 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.
Reaching inside he pulled out his cock which 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 Pastor Ken obviously
needed more encouragement.
"Suck my cock slut," he commanded me. "C'mon dammit, hurry up. I
don't have all night you know."
I reached to grab his limp dick but he slapped my hand sharply, making it
sting with a red mark immediately beginning 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 I
had better be a good girl. His cock was dangling inches from my mouth
so I reached forward and took it in my mouth 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. He
seemed to anticipate 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. Mmmmmm,
that's better, keep sucking my cock like that. Damn you're such a fucking
whore."
His cock was hardening now in my mouth, a sensation I loved but rarely
got to experience. Most guys were already hard by the time I started
giving them a blowjob so I don't get to experience the full hardening of
them in me. Pastor Ken was soft when I started and 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 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."
I meekly did as he instructed, putting both hands on the seat of the chair
which was warm from my ass sitting on it. He grabbed me by the hips and
roughly positioned me as he wanted me to be. 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. I was going
to be sore later!
"Ouch! That hurt!" I finally cried out. I was rewarded by an even harder
slap that actually DID hurt. My ass 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 wasn't the Pastor Ken I had been dreaming of all week, that's
for sure. I wasn't sure who this guy 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 do? As if for good measure he used his other
hand to smack the other cheek of my ass and from the sting it left behind I
had images of a red hand print centered on my butt cheek.
With my spanking 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 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. 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 but I had
little time to commiserate because he started banging me like a dog in
heat. His cock rammed in me and then he would pull it all the way out and
drive it into me again. Finally I was feeling pleasure – more and more as
he fucked me harder. I moaned 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, for my pleasure so don't 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. He wasn't
going to give me that pleasure though as it turned out. He stroked his
cock until he came and I could feel his sperm hitting my ass, covering it
with load after load of viscous sperm. He spread it around with his cock,
smearing my entire ass with 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 to get a taste of what you have
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.
"Not another word Kelly," he said in a softer voice, "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 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 can be consequences for your actions,
unexpected results, unintended penalties. I don't ever expect us to talk
about this night ever again and what we did here tonight will never be
repeated. Like I said, I have 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. I drove him 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 he do to you the
bastard?"
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 Is hard to think you
are unique and different and then have someone classify you like a bug in
a collection, especially when you fit so neatly into the display case
location.
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 tear me down into pieces the way Pastor
Ken had done so quickly and skillfully. Once the shock wore off I was
drawn to it, I wanted to hear more about myself from someone who could
look into my world and extract my inner being and then 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? To
paraphrase those intense In the immortal words of Jack Nickelson, "Can
you handle the truth?"
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