The story of a Pastor

Originally Posted by vickylonia

I actually laughed so hard when I came up with the idea to write this story. I was like, how the heck will people react to this story? I must be really crazy, I thought to myself. But c’mon, this ain’t new, it actually happens, so I thought, why not write about it? Just relax back, and enjoy this piece.
Pastor Emmanuel was not really feeling himself that morning, he was restless, and uneasy. He had woken up with a boner again! Something was wrong with him. He had been praying and fasting for a month now, nothing seemed to be working. His case was growing from worse to worst. What kinda temptation was this? The work of the devil to distract him from God?

For the past few weeks, his body systems had been going hay wire; loss of appetite, restlessness, emotional instability, he would wake up in the morning with an unusually huge boner, (boners in the morning was normal for men, he knew, but these days, there was a huge difference), pains in his lower parts especially his balls, frequent feverish body temperature, he ran to his Doctor when it seemed the illness, whatever it was, was serious shit!

After some tests, he was given some drugs. He was told there was nothing really wrong with him, just stress.
He still wasn’t feeling himself. He prayed hard for healing, but it seemed, his prayers weren’t being answered. But deep down, he knew what his body needed.
Before he finally submitted his life to God, he was always a shy and reserved person. There was once, a girl back then in school, Anita, whom he secretly admired but could never approach because he couldn’t summon up courage to do so, he would lay on his bed thinking about her, remembering all the sex and romance movies and books he has come across and trying to replicate the scenes in his head, in which the main characters would be him and Anita. He would wake up in the morning with huge boners and wet boxers.

Though he was pretty active in social activities, one thing he couldn’t do was get a girlfriend, or even confess his feelings to a girl, it was like a curse. He would be scared to tell anyone he was a Virgin, who would believe him anyway? He would download porns in his laptop, watch and watch till he could watch no more, he would masturbate till his hands ached, yet he won’t Cum. It would accumulate at the tip of his penis, and stay there, then go back down, like something was blocking it from coming out. He then concluded that his sexual life was never meant to be. But God found him and he found God, and ever since then, he crossed that part of his life off his mind. Anytime he feels the urge, he would immerse himself in a long fasting and praying session till the feeling left. He avoided anything that would make him feel lust, he prayed fervently and resolved to wait till marriage.
Right now, he has done all these, but it looks like his remedial source was empty.
So he tried, but the case worsened. He would feel some sort of unease when he sees a pretty good looking lady whether physical, in a magazine, picture or on TV, he had to stop watching and reading papers, hugged his Bible more than ever.
Thus, it was that he stepped into the church as early as 4am that morning, seeing that he was alone as usual, because he made it a habit to come to the church and pray everyday before preparing for the day’s activities and work. Moreover, the church was a few steps from his house. He called it his ‘personal time’ with God. He went straight to his favorite spot, directly at the center of the church, facing the alter, went on his knees, dropped his Bible in front of his knees, hands resting on his knees, his head bowed down, he closed his eyes, and started cabashing.
But his mind wasn’t entirely into the prayer. It kept on wandering off, to the fear he felt when he woke up from a wet dream this morning and with a strong boner. After some minutes of fruitlessly trying to concentrate, he stood up and started walking around the hall, aimlessly 

Being a young Pastor of 27, though a junior pastor in his church in charge of Bible studies and Sunday schools, having found God at the age of 19, life has been good, God has remained faithful. Though unmarried, he didn’t have plans to at the moment, wasn’t even dating, nor admiring any woman in that aspect, probably waiting for God’s divinely designated woman for him, so marriage or relationship issues wasn’t the problem now. He was dark in complexion, tall and handsome, he unknowingly attracted attention from the female church members. He didn’t even see himself as sexy.
He was unaware of the fact that anytime he was preaching or talking in Church, the ladies were not actually listening. They would be admiring his physical endowments. A particular lady, Catherine, the choir mistress, was betting on the size of his manhood. She had caught him off guard one day in one of their church camping sessions, while he was only on very loose boxers, with his stuff dangling about inside, how he blushed so badly that his complexion turned red, and since then, he has remained an impossible target  to her.

How could one seduce a man of God? A serious, responsible and loyal one at that? It was not a feasible idea, so she stuck to fantasizing about him, even having wet dreams.
Back to Emmanuel, apart from his attention to God, he was also an engineer, working in an oil company, had a big salary every month, so money wasn’t really the issue now. Ah… What else? He wasn’t having family problems either, he had a good rented house and a car, Avalon. He was confused as to what to do about his present condition, maybe he wasn’t doing something right. In his mind, he recited the book of Ephesians 4:16-24;
16 From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.
17 So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking.
18 They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts.
19 Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, and they are full of greed.
20 That, however, is not the way of life you learned.
21 when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus.
22.You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires;
23 to be made new in th
attitude of your minds;
24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.
and also Proverbs 5;
1MY SON, be attentive to my Wisdom [goldly Wisdom learned by actual and costly experience], and incline your ear to my understanding [of what is becoming and prudent of you],
2That you may exercise proper discrimination and discretion and your lips may guard and keep knowledge and the wise answer [to temptation].
3For the lips of a loose woman drip honey as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil;
4But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged and devouring sword.
5Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold of Sheol (Hades, the place of the dead).
6She loses sight of and walks not in the path of life; her ways wind about aimlessly, and you cannot know them.
7Now therefore, my sons, listen to me, and depart not from the words of my mouth.
8Let your way in life be far from her, and come not near the door of her house [avoid the very scenes of temptation]
9Lest you give your honor to others and your years to those without mercy,
10Lest strangers [and false teachings] take their fill of your strength and wealth and your labors go to the house of an alien [from God]–
11And you groan and mourn when your end comes, when your flesh and body are consumed,
12And you say, How I hated instruction and discipline, and my heart despised reproof!
13I have not obeyed the voice of my teachers nor submitted and consented to those who instructed me.
14[The extent and boldness of] my sin involved almost all evil [in the estimation] of the congregation and the community.
15Drink waters out of your own cistern [of a pure marriage relationship], and fresh running waters out of your own well.
16Should your offspring be dispersed abroad as water brooks in the streets?
17[Confine yourself to your own wife] let your children be for you alone, and not the children of strangers with you.
18Let your fountain [of human life] be blessed [with the rewards of fidelity], and rejoice in the wife of your youth.
19Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant doe [tender, gentle, attractive]–let her bosom satisfy you at all times, and always be transported with delight in her love.
20Why should you, my son, be infatuated with a loose woman, embrace the bosom of an outsider, and go astray?
21For the ways of man are directly before the eyes of the Lord, and He [Who would have us live soberly, chastely, and godly] carefully weighs all man’s goings.
22His own iniquities shall ensnare the wicked man, and he shall be held with the cords of his sin.
23He will die for lack of discipline and instruction, and in the greatness of his folly he will go astray and be lost.
…these verses were his favorite in this kinda situation, but why was it hard to get succor from it now?
“Ah, Pastor Emmanuel, good morning sir”, a voice made him jump out of his reverie.
He turned towards the voice and found Sister Catherine staring at him, all smiles, with a broom and packer in hand, in an above-the-knee black skirt, low-neck cut top, red scarf tied stylishly on her head with strands of the hair out on her fore head, and a larger part of the weavon falling across her back and on light makeup.
“Oh, good morning Sister Catherine. How are you doing?”, he replied, finally finding his voice.
“I am fine sir and you?”
“Good. I thank God, he has remained faithful. His grace is always sufficient for us all. Err…what are you doing here?”, he almost bit his tongue once that question left his lips. Isn’t it obvious? She is here with a broom and packer, obviously to sweep the church. Oh God!
“I am here to sweep and do some clean up. I felt it’s what God wants me to do today. Will be going to work by 6am, so I decided to do it now. My house is not so far away. What about you, pastor?”
“hmmm, that’s good. I come here to pray every morning. It’s my private time with God. You know, it’s important that we always have our individual time with him, that way, you have an up close personal interaction with him. Its good that you are working in the house of God, may he bless you richly and preserve you for greater things, and provide you all your needs, in Jesus name”.
“Amen. Thank you pastor. Let me go and start. Will start with cleaning the alter”.
“okay Sister Catherine, go on. God bless you”.
“Amen”, she said and walked off.
He watched her as she left and knew the devil was at work. It was no coincidence that Sister Catherine was in Church today of all days, when he was having the kinda issues he was having. Either the devil was just using the innocent woman to tempt and taunt him, or God was trying to test him. Either way, God was in control.

He bowed his head and started praying, or at least, seemed like he was.
On the other hand, Catherine was smiling to herself. She had gotten information that he was always in Church every morning at that that time, she even monitored him a while before finally making a decision to try her luck, if not sex, just get closely attached to him. After all, he wasn’t married, could be dating, but who cares? An unmarried man is single whether dating or not. She really did like him, very much. So no harm done, in trying to get close. As for her attire, she picked it specifically, and she was happy whenand she was happy when he looked at her the way he did from up to down. Was it just her imagination, or did she notice a bulge in the zipper area of his trousers? Nah, not possible. When had she gotten there earlier on, she had watched him awhile, noticed he was troubled and couldn’t pray. What could be wrong? She bent down, with her provocative backside facing him, and started singing in that sonorous voice of hers to get his attention.
Which it did. Emmanuel welcomed the song, he joined her in singing it. Then turned around for no good reason and gulped. Her arse was facing him, well rounded and curved. Just as he used to see in those porn movies he watched in his sinner days. She was obviously oblivious of what was happening as she happily sang away, he thought. The skirt was not only short, it had a back split. He could make out the light colored flesh of her thighs as she was fair in complexion. No visible undies like maybe, a tight. But he could see the marks of her pant lining on the skirt.
His body was aflame with need now. All his prayers, fasting and scripture reading seemed to be fast fading off. His manhood was hard and shooting out, threatening to tear up his zippers. He stood there, transfixed, confused, he could barely sing straight. Looking at her arse, he began to imagine a lot of dirty scenes. He felt ashamed of his thoughts, though he couldn’t help it.
His stuttering was what made Sister Catherine to stop and turned around to look at him. She couldn’t believe her sight. She wasn’t really imagining this right? Pastor Emmanuel was, looking at her with his manhood erect and shooting out! She was more than elated. She had wanted this scenario, played it in various versions over and over again in her head, but she didn’t know it was going to be so soon. This soon. This morning. Today. Now. She hid her true feelings and asked, in a stern but worried tone,
“ah, pastor! Are you okay?”
Emmanuel, more befuddled than ever, turned around. Picked up his Bible, muttered an ‘I am sorry’ over his shoulders to her and started leaving. This was so awkward. He was humiliated. He suddenly wished the ground would swallow him now. He was at the door when someone or something dragged his shirt from behind. He turned to see Catherine, smiling.

“pastor, please come inside. Don’t go”, she said, took his hand and led him back inside. Not just back to their previous positions, but through a door to the inner room, an office where offerings are being counted, and some other stuffs. He followed her, soundlessly, too ashamed to say a word. He presumed it was going to be words of caution, and probably a marathon of prayers. When they got in, she locked the door and turned towards him, smiling seductively.
“paassstor paaassstttooorrrr…hmmm. Wow, I have been admiring you for too long ooo. But didn’t know how to approach you. See…eh, I will pretend I didn’t see anything, won’t tell anyone. But on a condition. I want you to fuck me right now”, she said, as she was robbing his chest through his shirt.
He remained soundless. He just stared.
Without waiting for a reply, she started kissing him, not that he had anything to say except reciting his favorite Bible verses in his head. This was the evil woman God warned about in the scriptures, but right now he had no strength  left in him to fight this temptation. As she continued kissing him, his body started reacting, he slowly started kissing back. From his memories of the porn movies he had once watched, he was able to kiss back, but still could not match her expertise in kissing. She stopped and looked at him.
“Have you done this before? I mean have sex before? Ah sorry…what am I asking? Of cour… “,she was asking when he interrupted her.
” No! I haven’t! I…. I haven’t. This is the first time I have ever been alone with a woman. Please just stop this, Sister Catherine, please. It’s a sin. I……”, he stopped as she put a finger to his lips to shut up.
“Don’t worry, you will like it PastorDon’t worry, you will like it Pastor Emmanuel. Just relax”, she whispered as she started unbuttoning his shirt, while pushing him backwards towards a table behind him.
He half sat on it. Bible verses still in mind, but could barely recite them well. She started kissing him again, gently. He kissed back, this time a little relaxed. She took off his shirt, he was wearing no singlet, she started robbing his chest, and nipples. His body was reacting so easily to the sweet sensations running through him. Is this real? Was a woman really touching him? Was this really happening? In the church? Oh God. Please forgive me, I really tried, he thought . He eyes closed, body jerked as she took one of his nipples in her mouth. He moaned out. This feeling was better than he imagined.
She took his hands and placed them on her boobs. He was touching a woman’s breasts for the first time. He couldn’t believe it. He robbed on it in a shy manner like a baby. She laughed softly. Then stepped back and took off her top. Took off her bra. Baring her perfectly round boobs to him. She wasn’t a slim woman, but not fat either. Her boobs were of good size. Her tommy was flat enough for her size. He sat there, filling his eyes with the beauty he was looking at. He stood up, walked up to her and instinctively touched her breasts. Oh…so soft! So good. He squeezed it a little as he had seen it done in porns, he heard her moan and he was encouraged. He bent his head down, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily on it like a baby. She staggered backwards a little, his mouth was warm and gentle. She pressed his head down with her hand, urging him on. He sucked on the other nipple too. He was liking as he made her moan. He liked those cat like sounds she was making.
She raised his head from her breasts, and kissed him deeply. Leading him back to the table, started working on his belt, took it off, opened the button and zipper of his trouser, brought it down to his knees. He was putting on a boxer, his dick was really up. She looked up at him and smile. She went on her knees, started robbing his dick through the boxers. He groaned, not sure of what else to do as the sweetness made his mind empty of any other thought, except Sister Catherine and what she was doing to him. She brought down the boxers and out popped the huge hard erect shaft.
“woooowwwwww….. Even bigger than I imagined. Awwwwwww…. This is so good, let me suck you baby….”, she cooed and with that, she took this dick in her mouth.
“oh God! Sister Catherine!”, he cried out.
Just like in the movies, but this was real. He was having his first blow job, and the feeling was never what he could imagine. Her mouth was hot, and the up and down movement was mind blowing. He was flying in another world. Another realm. He kept on calling her name and gasping. She kept on sucking on him, especially on the head, she was gentle, holding down on her own need to pleasure him. She thoroughly licked, sucked and swallowed every part of his genitalia.

Then he felt that sweet pressure begin to mount up inside him, he panicked that he would erupt inside her mouth.
“wait, I think,…I think I am going to cum…”, he quickly said.

Catherine, being more experienced, stopped her assault on his dick. Kissing him from his thighs up to his navel, nipples, neck and then mouth.
“Okay, pastor. It’s time to show me what you gat”, she smiled.

She stepped back, fondling with her skirt, brought it down, she was wearing a pink pant which she brought down. Her V area was clean, no hair. Wasting no time to let him feast his eyes, she moved to the table, staying beside him, with her butts facing out, she motioned for him to go behind her. He did, and she helped him insert his dick in.

He cried out out as he entered!

This was his first sex.

He was no longer a virgin.

In there, was everything. Heavenly, tight, very very hot, deep, and slippery with wetness. Without being told, he started moving. With each slide, he senses werescattering, his world was in a haze, he held her waist firmly, remembering how it’s done in the porn movies, he banged her as best as he could. He was practically howling her name, saying whatever came to his head. The pleasure was more than he thought, who knew he could ever do this? The pleasure, was maddening, magical, even spiritual, he could feel their souls merging. He went harder, she was so sweet, she was sugar.

Catherine knew he had it in him, he was so good and would do better. His dick was big, filling her up to the hilt. His was banging her womb even, the sensation was like has never felt before. She called him sweet names, and urged him to go faster.
“Fuck me pastor! Fuck me harder baby… Yh that’s it, just good. Yh, you good…ssssooooo gooood…..mmmmm….”, she muttered.
He liked the way she moaned, made his blood run hotter. Then again, that pressure started mounting again. It seemed like he was loosing it as everything accumulated to the top of his dick. He groaned with every bang, he couldn’t hold it. He knew he would cum this time around, it won’t be like the time he used to masturbate, this was the real deal. He was gonna have his first Cum. He channeled all his might, mind and concentration into the coming Cum. When he knew it was a matter of seconds, he found his words.
“I am cuming…oh holy…i am cum… “, he was crying out.
Catherine quickly pulled out, faced him on her knees, took the dick into her mouth and started sucking him. His hand went to her shoulders as he knew his time was come. He surrendered all into the pressure as he dug his fingers into her flesh in a tight hold as he shot his years of bucketed sperm into her mouth.
He screamed out, deeply.
She kept on sucking on him until everything, every single drop came out. She swallowed it all, licking him everywhere, moaning as she did. His body was still jerking in spasms, slowly he calmed down, so weak, he held the table for support.
The deed done!

Eyes cleared.

Sister Catherine was pleased.

Pastor Emmanuel was more than shamed

Thirty minutes later, he was in his room at home, praying fervently for forgiveness.
Though he knew deep down, that he would accept Sister Catherine’s invitation to visit her this evening.


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