The Holy Father

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Disclaimer: This is an entirely fiction fantasy story and may offend some of the folks here. Apologies in advanced.

I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have a wonderful life, doing work that is fulfilling and making a real difference in people's lives. I'm the pastor of a small church in a quiet neighbourhood. I'm not married, no kids, so my work is my life.

The amazing thing about being a pastor is that people share their lives, their most intimate thoughts and feelings with me, trusting me to guide them in the right direction, towards salvation and peace. I'm happy to help, but I have to admit that my methods are not always traditional. My church is independent from any denomination, so I have some latitude on what I teach, both from the pulpit and in counselling with my flock.

Which leads me to my story. One of the things that I require from people who want to marry is that we have several sessions of pre-marital counselling. I want to help them to understand what they are getting into, so we talk about communication, finances, etc. It's true that I'm not married but I've worked with enough struggling couples to know some of the pitfalls that engaged couples need to talk about before they wed.

There are also many cases of couples cancelling their BTO just because they broke up in the middle of the wait, forfeiting all the money spent. I would much rather call off an engagement than to have to deal with a bad marriage when I know that I can help them.

When it comes to sex, however, I prefer to meet with the two people individually, so that I can keep them from an embarrassing situation. I want them to be able to talk about issues without worrying about what their future spouse is thinking.

I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm in my late forties, but I work very hard to stay in shape. I keep my weight in control by swimming and biking. I'm strong but not muscle bound. And I keep my stomach tight so that I look good in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Tonight, I'm going to meet with a man who is hoping to marry soon. Ken and Renee are a very cute couple, both in their early twenties. Renee is fucking beautiful, to be honest. She wears dresses most of the time, as do most of the women in our church. It's not a sin for a woman to wear pants but it's become an understanding that God smiles down on feminine women.

By the way, we also expect our young people to be virgins when they marry. I know that's not realistic in this day and age, but I think it's good to hold that standard so that they limit their sexual activities prior to marriage. They can fuck like rabbits after the wedding, but they should keep themselves pure before the wedding.

Renee has a body that makes men weep with joy. She's petite, maybe 162cm, 48kg, but full of energy. The room lights up when she enters. Long black hair, gorgeous big eyes, and boobs that sit high and proud on her chest. And her legs aren't that long but they are perfectly shaped. Toned and firm and smooth as silk. She's always polite and well-behaved but you can just tell that she's a wild fuck when she gets you in bed.

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Renee plays piano sometimes in church, and it's erotic to watch her play. She makes love to the keys, like she is teasing them into an orgasmic event. By the time she finishes, I swear most of the men in the congregation will have hard-ons from just watching her work. And maybe most of the women are wet, who knows. No one is immune from her sexual energy.

But away from the piano, she seems like the perfect little virgin. Daddy's little girl, sweet and innocent. Watching her, you would imagine that she never even thinks about sex. But God that piano playing is so fucking hot. It's like she has a vibrator on the bench, and she's just riding it while we watch. I've never seen anything like it.

Ken is the perfect complement to her. He's tall and handsome with neat short hair. Model student with brilliant grades and gotten scholarship to our local university. Ken, honestly, looks like a younger version of me. My size, my body shape. But we aren't related, not at all. It's just a weird coincidence. I've always had a special place in my heart for both of them.

If men lust after Renee, I'm sure their wives fantasise about having Ken in between their legs, pounding away at them while their husbands are at work.

Ken looks like the kind of guy that has everything going for him in this world, and marrying Renee is just part of that whole package. She was the head cheerleader during their university and they were university sweethearts. They are already into their last year of university and plans to get married soon before they start their job employment.

However, despite having excellent grades, Ken is not the smartest guy you will ever meet outside of school curriculum. Oh, he has a great personality and I'm sure he will be a top-notch engineer when he graduates, but you wouldn't ask him to write a speech for you, that's for sure. Still, I love him and hope that the two of them are insanely happy and have lots of perfect little children.

That's all for the little intro about the both of them, back to tonight, the day where I meet Ken at my church:

When I do these one-on-one sessions, I probe into their sexual activities and try to find out if they have any potential issues that I need to help them through. When Ken comes in, I give a hug and invite him to sit down on the couch next to my chair. I offer him a drink (which he declines) and we start chatting.

I dive right in. "Ken, you and Renee have been dating for quite some time. I'm sure that you two have engaged in some sexual activities. How far have you gone with her? Have you had sexual intercourse with her?"

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Ken blushes. "No sir! We are both virgins and plan to stay that way until we are married!"

"So, what have you done? Have you seen her naked?"

"Naked? No sir. Not completely naked."

"Have you seen her naked breasts?"

He blushed again, "Well, yes." I respond, "And you have fondled and suckled on her breasts?"

He nods, slowly. "Yes sir, we have sinned in that way."

"Have you seen her feminine parts? Has she ever removed her panties in your presence?"

He nods, slowly. Head down, embarrassed.

"And have you touched her there? Have you brought her to orgasm with your hands?"

"No, I've never brought her to orgasm. But yes, I've touched her pu, I mean her vagina."

"And has she seen you naked? Has she ever brought you to orgasm?"

He is blushing fiercely. "Yes, sir, pastor. She has given me orgasms from time to time."

"With her hands, or did she use her mouth as well?"

"She has done both, pastor. I'm so ashamed that I'm so weak, but yes, I've had orgasms from her mouth and hands."

"So have you both been naked together? Have your intimate parts touched together at all?"

"No, pastor, we have never been naked together. She always makes me leave her panties on. I've only touched her inside her panties."

"Tell me, Ken. What kind of panties does she wear? Are they cotton or what? A thong?"

"Pastor, what does that have to do with my sins?"

"Ken, you are dangerously close to not having a church wedding. You need to answer my questions."

"Oh God, Pastor! Renee would be humiliated if you didn't let us have our wedding in the church! Everyone would know that we have defiled ourselves! You can't do that to her! Please! I'll do anything but please don't take that church wedding away from her!"

I reach over and grab his knee, reassuring him. "Just answer my questions, Ken. I'm sure we can make everything right with you and the church. But what kind of panties does she wear? Are they big granny panties? Are they tight against her ass? White? Black? What does she wear?" I think my desire was starting to come through, but Ken was too nervous to notice.

"They are usually tight, not cotton, I don't think so. Stretchier than cotton, tight against her body. Usually they are white or light blue or something. Not black. And no thongs. She wears modest panties, pastor. She is no slut!"

I laughed. "I never said she was a slut, Ken. I just asked about her panties so that I can get a better idea of the kind of woman that you are marrying. So, do her panties come all the way up on her hips, or are they lower? Like hugging her hips?" Ken nodded.

"Ok, Ken, thank you. I appreciate your honesty. You're doing great. Is there anything else that you two have done that I should know about?" He shook his head vigorously. I guessed that there are other things but I decided to let it go.

I went over and sat beside him, then reached over and pulled him nearer to me. He continued to sob. "Ken, it's ok, really. This can all be forgiven in the eyes of the church. it's just that, well, it requires some special absolution."

Ken, his eyes red with tears, looked up at me. "Really? We can still get married in the church? Renee can still have her church wedding?"

"Of course she can. But I'm going to have do some special counselling for both of you. Do you agree to follow my instructions, and to not speak of this to anyone, including Renee?"

"Yes Pastor! I will do anything to help Renee have her church wedding!"

"Perfect. Well, that's all for now, Ken, but remember counselling is strictly confidential. No talking to Renee about anything tonight. You don't want her to be embarrassed by our conversation, do you?"

"No, I won't tell her anything. I know that you are meeting her soon, but I'll let you work it out. Thanks Pastor!" He quickly got up, waved, and left. He probably wanted to keep me from asking any more questions.

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The next evening was my session with Renee. I fully planned to use my information to get that girl in my arms. Or at least sucking me off. I had a plan, and I was sure that it would work.

Renee came promptly at 6:30pm. She was that kind of person, punctual and prepared. Where Ken was a little slow, Renee was quite intelligent, but she was very naive. She had lived such a sheltered life that she would be unlikely to think that I would try to do anything that was wrong with her. I'm her pastor, after all. I want the very best for her!

When I opened the door on that beautiful early summer evening, I saw a goddess at my door. Renee was wearing a simple little yellow dress with vertical stripes, and a little black cardigan over it. For modesty, I assumed.



I invited her in to my living room. I had done Ken's counselling at my office, but I decided that it would be more appropriate to have Renee come to the parsonage. It just seemed more intimate and safe for her. I asked her if she wanted a drink, which she declined. I led her into the living room and she sat on the couch, and I sat in the chair next to her.

I was less formal than usual, wearing black jeans and a tight white t-shirt that showed off my physique better than a suit would. I wanted her to see a man tonight, but a safe man, a man who would protect her from the evils of the world.

"Thanks for coming, Renee. I'm glad you could come over here. I hope it was no trouble for you."

She smiled, nervously. "No, no pastor, it's fine. I'm just glad to be getting this counselling finished so that we can get married. What happened with Ken last night? He wouldn't tell me at all!"

I returned the smile. "No, I asked him to keep our conversation confidential because he spoke of some things that might have been embarrassing for you. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed. But Ken did mention that you have had some sexual experiences. I'd like to know about it, if you don't mind."

She blushed. "I can't believe he told you about that! It was only one time! I only dated that guy once!"

Pardon me? Renee had just gone off script. What's this about another guy? This might be better than I imagined! I need to get her to tell me about it, but I don't want her to think that I don't know about it at all.

"Renee, why don't you just tell me in your own words? What happened with this guy?"

Her cheeks were bright red, and she was clearly uncomfortable. "Pastor, I told you, it was only one date, and he got me drunk and, well, I was mad at Ken cause we had a big fight, and well, we, you know, did it!"

So the perfect little virgin isn't a virgin at all? Hm, this is about to get fun!

"Did he rape you? Did you fight him off? And how far did you really go? Did you have intercourse with that guy?"

"No, it wasn't rape. I was a little drunk, my defences were down and I let him go too far. Before I knew it, I was naked and he was about to shove his, um, dick into me!"

"And did he?"

"Yes, and it hurt like hell, crazy! I wanted him to stop but he, um, ejaculated after just a couple of seconds! I was so worried that I would get pregnant! Oh God, I'm so embarrassed! You will never let me get married in the church! I'm such a slut!"

She was almost starting to cry, so I got up and grabbed some tissues and sat down next to her, giving the tissues to her. While she composed herself again, I took her hand and held it in mine, dangerously close to my thickening cock. I needed to tread lightly here or I would lose her. No guilt at this point.

"Renee, it's fine, we can work this out. You said it was only one date. You only had intercourse with him that one time? Have you had intercourse with Ken?"

"Only once with that guy. I was so mad at him that I never saw him again. I ran back to Ken and begged him to forgive me after I explained what happened. Ken was so kind. No, Ken and I have never had intercourse. I told him that we had to wait."

"Good for you, dear. Your patience will be rewarded. I'm so sorry that your first experience was so bad. It's one of the reasons that we want our children to wait until marriage. Intercourse should be a wonderful experience and not something done secretly with guilt!" I was almost shouting, and I needed to calm it down. "Did he cause you to orgasm?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Well, his, um, dick was not very big and, well, I hardly felt anything except pain."

"Other than this guy, have you had sexual relations with anyone else? Not just intercourse, but any kind of sexual interactions?"

"Well, if Ken told you about just what I told you, then I'm sure he told you about what he and I do. But I have never been naked with Ken, and we have not had intercourse. I want to wait until our wedding bed."

"Yes, Ken told me about some of the things that you do together, but I want to hear from you. So you say that this guy's dick was small, is Ken's dick bigger?"

She started blushing again. "Yes, a little bigger. Not scary big or anything but I like his dick. And he likes me to play with it. So I do. I can't expect him to not have release, can I?"

"Ah, I understand. But you enjoy giving him release, don't you? You like watching him ejaculate, or feeling it in your mouth, don't you? It's kind of thrilling, isn't it?"

I thought she might faint. "Pastor, I don't know what Ken told you, but I do it for Ken, to help him keep calm until the wedding. He is very anxious to, you know, consummate the marriage."

"Ah, but there's the problem. You aren't a virgin any longer, so your marriage is something of a sham. But we will get back to that. You say that you have never been naked in front of Ken. Has he been completely naked with you? And how much of you has he seen?"

"I always leave my panties on. Always. But I've been topless and he has touched and kissed my breasts."

"Do you enjoy that, dear? I hear that women like to have their breasts touched. Does Ken bring you to an orgasm when this happens?"

"No, I mean yes! Yes, I like him to do that, but no, he doesn't bring me to an orgasm. It just feels wonderful and maternal. But he hasn't made me orgasm at all."

"I see. Does he put his hands into your panties? Has he had his fingers inside your genitalia? Does that make your orgasm?"

She was so embarrassed but I wanted to keep her talking and to move away from her fucking the guy. "Yes, pastor, he will put his hands into my panties and usually will put his finger inside me. But he doesn't make me orgasm. It just feels good. I've never had an orgasm, with him or with anyone else!"

We are about to fix that problem, baby, if I have my way. And I always have my way.

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"I see. And do you wear sexy underwear on your dates with Ken? Do you make sure to have sexy panties on for him?"

"No, I wear the same kind of panties all the time. I'll buy some sexy things when we get married, I'm sure."

"That sounds like a nice idea. Well, Renee, I know that you want to get married in the church, but we simply cannot have a deflowered woman presented before the church as though she was a virgin. That would simply be wrong."

She started to protest, and tears started again, but I raised my voice and continued. "However, dear Renee, there is a solution to this problem. Have you ever heard of a Born Again Virgin? No? Well, it's something that we can do for you to give you back your virginity. In the eyes of the church, it will be as though you have never been with any man, in any way. What do you think?"

She immediately changed her tune. "Really? That would be a miracle! But how does that happen? What do I have to do?"

I straightened. "Well dear, I have been invested with the ability to make you a new creature. I can return you to your innocent state if you like. But it will require you to obey me without objection. And you may find it humiliating but I promise that it will all be better very soon!"

"Humiliating? How? I can't go in front of the church and talk about this! I just can't!"

I grabbed her hand again and held it in my lap. Almost touching my cock but still an innocent gesture. "No, no, nothing like that. But you do have to allow me to cleanse your body and free you from your sin. I sacrifice my desires in order to make you whole. It's a small price to pay for your happiness."

"Well, what do we have to do? I'll do anything to get married in the church! Anything!"

"Fine, then let's get started. You have a couple of issues. First, losing your virginity to this guy and second, allowing Ken to ejaculate into your mouth. Even though he is your fiancé, you should not have his seed inside you at all before the wedding. However, I think I can correct both problems tonight. So now, I need you to undress for me. Please stand up and remove your cardigan and then your dress. Come on now, no dawdling."

She looked at me like I had asked her to kill her mother. I just nodded and said, "I'm trying to help you as much as I could, because I'd love to see the lovely pair of you getting married in the sacred church. You said you would do anything. Anything means that you need to get undressed. Now."

She was very slow to stand up, but she finally did, and slowly removed her cardigan from her shoulders. Her black bra straps were visible under the dress straps, and her cleavage seemed to grow as she took off the cardigan. That wasn't the only thing growing in this room. My cock was on fire.

She said, "Pastor, are you sure? Isn't there something else that I can do? Like praying, donating or even cleaning the church bathrooms or something?"

"Renee, I did not create this situation. I am the one who is helping you to correct it. We can stop here if you want, but I cannot allow you both to get married as God wouldn't allow it. You have to consider about the consequences, I shall wait for your decision."

She started to unbutton the dress down from her back, and I was mesmerised. The first button loosened up her dress and gave me a glimpse of the size of her tits. I said to myself, "32C, I'll bet.", and I watched her slowly, agonisingly unbutton one button after another.

After three or four, the bra cups were visible and I saw her simple little black bra that was filled with young fresh breast meat. She didn't overflow but God, she made that bra look so good. As she continued down, the last button came undone and she shrugged the dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it, laying it to the side with her cardigan.

The full effect of this woman in her underwear was amazing to behold. I didn't know what to stare at. Her boobs were some of the best I have ever seen, but her panties were equally sexy. They were soft and stretchy, not completely sheer but enough that I could see the shadow of her bush through the material. Her curves was pushed against the material and had the beginnings of a camel toe. I had to adjust my cock after that.

"Do you, um, want me to take off my underwear too? Do I have to?"

"Yes dear, you do, but first, let's just go into the other room where you will be more comfortable."

I stood up then, my cock standing out and impossible to hide, and she stared, mouth open, as I moved towards her. I took her hand and gently pulled her in the direction of the bedroom. I said, "Yes, dear Renee, the procedure requires you to arouse me and you have successfully did it. However, this is just the start. Let's continue to proceed and use this situation to help you become all that you want to be."

I turned on the light in the bedroom and we made our way to the bed. I said, "Would you like me to remove my clothes first? Would it be easier if I were naked with you?" Without waiting for an answer, I pulled my shirt over my head and sort of flexed my chest muscles while I reached down and undid my jeans.

I sat on the side of the bed and pulled the jeans completely off, so I was now in my tight boxer briefs. They couldn't hold my cock enough, and it was standing out and proud, the beginnings of pre-cum starting to flow and moisten the fabric.

Renee stood there for a minute, and then she just sat back and ended up sitting on the side of the bed, staring at my crotch. She wasn't afraid, but she was certainly startled by it.

I said, "What's wrong, Renee? You've seen Ken's dick. Mine is just like his. Nothing special about it."

She shook her head. "No, his is nothing like yours. He's smaller and thinner, but yours is so, I don't know, manly. There seems to be so much power inside of it. I'm just shocked at how powerful it looks."

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I smiled, condescendingly, and pulled down my shorts. My cock sprang out and stood straight out, glistening, so hard that it looked as though I am a beast made for sex. As she continued to stare, I took it in my hand and gave it a little stroke. The feeling was intense and I knew I would be feeling even more soon.

I pulled Renee back up to her feet and said, "Your turn, baby. Take your bra off for me now. Show me your beautiful breasts." She looked down and reached behind her back, undid the hooks, and then shrugged off the cups. She dropped it next to her on the floor, still not saying anything.

I smiled and said, "My God, Renee, you are even more beautiful than I imagined. Ken is such a lucky guy to be able to enjoy your body. But it's time for you to take off your panties. Unless you would like me to do that for you."

She shyly nodded a little and moved in front of me. I was about to touch heaven. I put my hands on her waist, savouring the feeling of her soft skin. She had that softness that younger women have, but she also had a strong frame just beneath the surface. I could feel her muscles tense up as I moved my hands down to her panties.

Before pulling them down, though, I rubbed her hips and then moved behind and felt her strong ass muscles, squeezing her glutes. I moved my right hand around to the front and just felt her stomach above her bush, enjoying the view and the sensation of a beautiful young woman.

Finally, I reached back to the sides of her hips and slowly pulled the panties down. Her bush appeared, full and untrimmed. As I continued to pull them down, I could see her blushed, and she was hot and wet.

The hair between her legs was wet and sticky, and her pussy lips were starting to part. The hint of her clit was visible. I finally pulled the panties completely off, and she put her hand on my shoulder to balance while she lifted each foot and removed them completely.

I helped down to the bed next to me, and I held her next to me. I kissed the side of her head and smelled her fruity shampoo, the perfect complement to her young body. I said, "Renee, we can stop whenever you like. You are not compelled to do any of this. If you are afraid or disgusted, we can stop right now. I would never hurt or force you out of your will."

And she turned and looked at me, really looked at me for the first time all night. "Pastor, I've never wanted anything more in my life than I want this. Right now. Yes, I want you to make me a virgin and help me to be married in the church, but I also want to know what it's like to be a woman. You know how to make me a woman. So please, do what you need to do and make love to me like a real man with a real woman. Please pastor, I don't want to wait any longer."

I could smell her arousal and I knew that she was telling the truth. I pulled her to me and kissed her, as a man kisses a woman. A deep soul-searching kiss that you feel all over your body. No tongue but lots of open mouth.

"Oh pastor, you make me feel so good now. Don't make me wait another minute!"

I helped into the bed and pulled the sheet over us. Then I kissed her again, my tongue finding hers and searching for more of her. I could feel the heat from her chest and her nipples were pointed and stimulated. As I moved slightly, her nipples would be dragged against my chest and she seemed to love the feeling of that.

So I kept sliding up and down, just a little bit while my mouth found her neck and her ears, nibbling as I moved. She was moaning now, enjoying the sensations that I gave. My mouth moved lower, towards her chest and my hand reached up and finally held her firm breast. Firm, high and proud boobs, begging to be sucked. She knew what I was going to do, and she urged me on.

"Oh God, yes pastor! Give it a good suck! Let me feel your tongue play with my nipple! I need to feel you suck!" She was trying to speed me up, trying to move her body up so that I took her nipple into my mouth, but I kept moving slowly down, licking the aureole and feeling it tighten.

Her nipple was rock hard and dark red now. So I moved down slightly and dragged the length of my tongue over it, feeling her nipple touch with every taste bud of my tongue. It felt perfect, so perfect. Her boobs were made to be sucked, and I couldn't wait any longer.

I took the nipple deep into my mouth and sucked hard, like a baby trying to get milk from his mother. I think the suction surprised her, because she gasped, then groaned, and then tried to shove my face hard against her boob.

"OH, God, that is amazing! Oh pastor, you have no idea what you are doing to me!"

I could feel her hips already humping as though she was trying to find something, anything to be inside her and fill her up. As I continued to suck and lick and nibble on her boob, my right hand went down and found the source of her heat. Her pussy was hot and wet and needed urgent attention.

So I shoved two fingers in all the way, and she gave a little scream, followed immediately by a growl. Her hips immediately started grinding against my hand and I held my hand hard against it, giving her clit the attention that it craved. Meanwhile, my fingers curled inside and I started working against g spot, hard, wanting her to cum all over my hand.

Fucking my fingers in and out, grinding my palm against her clit, holding her sex in my hand, all while sucking her tit and biting her nipple. She was in sensory overload, and I knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She couldn't even speak, she was drooling, and her body was almost convulsing against me. i held her tight with my left hand and let her ride out the orgasm.

Seconds later, she let out a wail, stiffened and I felt her pussy explode. Squeezing my fingers hard while she came, juices flowing like a river. She didn't squirt but i knew that her first ever orgasm was something that she would never forget.

As she came down from her high, I relaxed my hold on her, lifting my head away from her boob and giving her room to breathe. She was gasping for breath and I knew she needed a minute to recover. But I kept my hand in her pussy, enjoying the feeling of it. It was still having some spasms and I just kept fucking her with my two fingers, slowly and lovingly.

She didn't say anything, but her hips started moving faster against my hand again, and I knew that she was trying to cum again. I reluctantly pulled my hand away and kissed her gently. She was ready for more and I had a gift for her.

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I moved us so that we were lying face to face, and I lifted her top leg over mine. From there, I moved my cock into position and let her feel the head rubbing against her lips and her clit. She recognised it and starting humping, trying to figure out how to get it inside of her. With every movement, she lubricated my cock and gave her clit a little shock.

She looked desperate to have me by this time, and I knew that I didn't want to wait any longer. I would have liked to tasted her pussy first, but that wasn't going to happen for her. Pity, I thought, she would have really loved that. But we both needed to fuck and we couldn't wait any longer.

Knowing that I was close to being in the right position, I started moving my hips so that my cock was searching for her opening. It was tantalising and frustrating but I knew she was close. Finally, I gave up and rolled us over so that I was on top of her.

She instinctively pulled her legs around me, and my cock found its target. The head slid inside, and I held it there while she groaned and got used to the feeling.

She finally said, "Fuck, it's so big. Be gentle, dear." I replied, "I would never do anything to hurt you, baby." And then I started fucking her. Slow gentle strokes while she got used to the size. I'm really not that big but she was so tight that I knew I could easily hurt her. I let her pussy tell me when to give her more.

Within a couple of minutes, though, my balls were up against her hips, and I started lengthening the strokes so that I could touch every part of her pussy inside. Fuck, this girl was so tight and so beautiful, her smooth silky long hair cascading over the pillow, her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the feeling of being well and truly fucked.

When I was finally ready to give her more, I started pulling all of the way out and then sliding back inside. Her pussy sucked me in so easily by this time, and she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being filled over and over again.

Soon, though, I rolled so that she was on top of me, and I held her hips while she starting riding me. It is hard to believe for someone who have so little experiences in sex, she knew what to do naturally.

She would grind her clit hard against my pubes while she humped hard on my cock. I just held her hips and tried to keep her from going too deep. I could feel her cervix with nearly every stroke and I didn't want to bruise it.

Then she was cumming. She slammed down on my cock, stiffened and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock hard. i felt the spasms moving up and down the shaft while she came, and she was groaning very loudly.

We continued to fuck for quite a while, and I did everything I could to hold back so that she could have several more orgasms, but too soon I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer. I moved so that she was laying face down on the bed, flat, and I positioned myself behind her.

I slid my cock back into her pussy and could quickly feel the cum rising. I fucked her hard, too hard probably but she was begging me to fuck her hard. My cock was furiously pounding into her, growing with every stroke.

"Urgh, I'm cumming." My limit was almost up. "I need to cum inside you for this ritual to work." "Please pastor, go ahead and cum everything inside me. I want you so bad!"

Finally the cum shot out of me and I filled her with cum. It was an unbelievable amount of cum. Although it felt like 8 or 10 shots, and my balls felt completely empty, I still have the urge to do her over and over again.

I had given her everything I had, and I collapsed on her, holding her while I catch my breath. Then I rolled so that we were spooning, and I could feel my cock shrinking and sliding out of her, my cum covering my cock, her leg and the sheets. There was so much.

We cuddled for a few minutes, and she finally said, "So, am I a virgin again? Did your cock do the trick?"

I smiled. "Oh yeah, you're a certified born again virgin. Hallelujah."

She rolled over, facing me. "But what about my sins with Ken? Have you cleansed me of those as well? I think that might take another session, don't you? I want to be very clean for the wedding."

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Thanks TS, simple & nice. Best of all get to read the finishing. Which is sadly lacking these days. Will camp to hear more if any.

Great writing, u reminded me of some of the missing authors in SBF, keep it cumming, pond intended. 🤣

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by ihs0riHk

Disclaimer: This is an entirely fiction fantasy story and may offend some of the folks here. Apologies in advanced.

I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have a wonderful life, doing work that is fulfilling and making a real difference in people's lives. I'm the pastor of a small church in a quiet neighbourhood. I'm not married, no kids, so my work is my life.

The amazing thing about being a pastor is that people share their lives, their most intimate thoughts and feelings with me, trusting me to guide them in the right direction, towards salvation and peace. I'm happy to help, but I have to admit that my methods are not always traditional. My church is independent from any denomination, so I have some latitude on what I teach, both from the pulpit and in counselling with my flock.

Which leads me to my story. One of the things that I require from people who want to marry is that we have several sessions of pre-marital counselling. I want to help them to understand what they are getting into, so we talk about communication, finances, etc. It's true that I'm not married but I've worked with enough struggling couples to know some of the pitfalls that engaged couples need to talk about before they wed.

There are also many cases of couples cancelling their BTO just because they broke up in the middle of the wait, forfeiting all the money spent. I would much rather call off an engagement than to have to deal with a bad marriage when I know that I can help them.

When it comes to sex, however, I prefer to meet with the two people individually, so that I can keep them from an embarrassing situation. I want them to be able to talk about issues without worrying about what their future spouse is thinking.

I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm in my late forties, but I work very hard to stay in shape. I keep my weight in control by swimming and biking. I'm strong but not muscle bound. And I keep my stomach tight so that I look good in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Tonight, I'm going to meet with a man who is hoping to marry soon. Ken and Renee are a very cute couple, both in their early twenties. Renee is fucking beautiful, to be honest. She wears dresses most of the time, as do most of the women in our church. It's not a sin for a woman to wear pants but it's become an understanding that God smiles down on feminine women.

By the way, we also expect our young people to be virgins when they marry. I know that's not realistic in this day and age, but I think it's good to hold that standard so that they limit their sexual activities prior to marriage. They can fuck like rabbits after the wedding, but they should keep themselves pure before the wedding.

Renee has a body that makes men weep with joy. She's petite, maybe 162cm, 48kg, but full of energy. The room lights up when she enters. Long black hair, gorgeous big eyes, and boobs that sit high and proud on her chest. And her legs aren't that long but they are perfectly shaped. Toned and firm and smooth as silk. She's always polite and well-behaved but you can just tell that she's a wild fuck when she gets you in bed.

Forgive me, (Fictional) Father @ihs0riHk for I have sinned.

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Originally Posted by SerflySGR

Forgive me, (Fictional) Father @ihs0riHk for I have sinned.

Do you want Renee to un-sin you?