PASTOR DAVID by BoudreauxT

Writer: BoudreauxT

Subject: Paster David

Link; LS666 Emails / 22.12.2023

Note from XP: This is  BoudreauxT’s first story — Please give him your support and encouragement to write more. It would be great to hear more about the “dark voice” and what he does with Eva next.

Pastor David

Pastor David had served his congregation for more than a dozen years and, by usual standards, had a good ministry. He was straight as an arrow, as they say, although no one knew the internal struggles he had with lust. He had preached against porn, but secretly he loved it. He used to fight his dark desires vociferously; but as he got older, those once-fixed moral boundaries became, well, less fixed.

But he chalked up his struggles as a normal, natural part of the Christian journey.

“Pray and confess, pray and confess,” he often told men when they came to him for help in their battles with lust.

Pastor David, though, believed that despite his masturbation fantasies, he would never actually follow through with his desires in real life. That gave him a certain confidence.

And even though Jesus said, “If you’ve lusted for a woman, you’ve committed adultery with her in your heart,”

Somewhere in Pastor David’s heart, he wanted to believe Jesus was using hyperbole to make a point. Still, he believed his dark desires were confined to his jack-off sessions after his wife fell asleep each night.

“Pastor, you have a call on line one,” the pastor’s secretary buzzed in, “It’s Eva, bless her heart.”

Pastor David picks up the phone and says, “Eva, how are you?”

“Not good,” she says, “Ever since Cecil died, I’m just lost. I’m just thirty-one years old, and I’m a widow! Honestly, I’m mad, mad as hell at God.”

“Eva …” the pastor says.

Eva cuts him off.

“Will you come to my house and talk with me? Maybe pray with me?”

“Well, Eva, my wife is out of town this week at her mother’s, and I don’t usually visit with ladies alone. Maybe we could just talk on the ph —“

Eva cuts him off again.

“I need to talk to you. I would come to you, but, honestly, I’ve been drinking and I’m in no shape to drive. Please, I’m begging you.”

Against his better judgment but with an indefinable feeling, the pastor said, “Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, pastor. Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up. I’m a mess,” Eva said.

The pastor drove across town and ascended the steps to Eva’s townhouse. When he knocked, he heard her voice.

“Come in,” said Eva

Eva was sitting on her couch, legs pulled up beneath her, hair still wet from a shower, wearing flannel pajamas, the kind with shorts. She had a drink in hand. By the mostly empty bottles of vodka and cranberry juice, she had been drinking a while. Eva patted the couch.

“Come, sit down right here.”

Pastor David knew he should choose another chair, but he sat down beside Eva anyway. She fell into his arms and began to sob. He did the pastoral pats on Eva’s back at first, but he soon embraced Eva back, letting her body lean heavily, dangerously, into his.

“Oh, pastor, I’m s-s-so alone,” Eva cried.

“Eva, you’re not alone. We’re here for you,” replied the pastor.

“… so lone, God damn,” she said, as if she had not heard him, slurring her words, “I’m alone … God, fucking —”

And Eva went silent. And still.

Pastor David pulled away from Eva.

“Eva? Eva?”

She had passed out. Pastor David wasn’t sure what to do. He laid her down on the couch and thought that he should leave. But he could see that she wasn’t wearing panties beneath her pajama shorts. He could see her pussy lips, so luscious, so lonely.

“Oh, God, I shouldn’t be looking, but I can’t help it. I shouldn’t be here. I need to leave,” he mumbled to himself. Then he heard a whisper from a dark place, whether from within or without he wasn’t sure. But he felt the words more than he heard them …

“You want to look. Even more, you want to taste.”

“I shouldn’t. I can’t,” Pastor David whispered, not sure who he was trying to convince.

“You should. You can. And you must!”

There was a surge of blood rushing into his already excited cock.

“Eva?”

The pastor spoke as he tried to shake his parishioner awake. But she was out, deeply unconscious, utterly vulnerable. Pastor David’s hand was already on Eva’s shoulder as he tried to rouse her … so, it was just a few inches away to pull her pajama top away from her breasts.

Hearing the blood pounding in his ears as he teetered on the precipice of such an unholy act, Pastor David unbuttoned the top two buttons of Eva’s top and pulled it wide to see two perfect breasts, “Like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies,” he remembered from the Bible in the Song of Solomon.

“Eva?” he whispered.
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Silence. He touched one, then the other. As Pastor David leaned down, he inhaled her scent. He took her nipples between his lips and sucked like a toddler searching for milk. And, oh, how his cock throbbed! He knew he was committing an unspeakable evil, but he had already crossed the line … and the slope of sin is a slippery one.

He had gone past the point of no return. He couldn’t stop now if he wanted to. It didn’t matter, though, because he didn’t want to stop.

“Eva?” Pastor David whispered.

He began his descent, into Eva’s lap and his own deeper depravity. The pastor parted Eva’s legs as he pulled aside her loose-fitting pajama shorts. He breathed in the aroma of Eva’s womanhood. She smelled like heaven, irresistibly perfect. Pastor David felt a few seconds of shame at what he was doing.

“I’m sorry. Help me,” e whispered a prayer to God,

A voice responded, real or imagined he wasn’t sure.

“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. This is my gift to you.”

But that voice didn’t sound like God at all; it spoke from the darkness. In his heart, his ever-darkening heart, Pastor David knew who it was and knew he shouldn’t.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he sank his tongue into pure bliss.

David, like the king whose name he shared, took advantage of a helpless woman because of uncontrolled lust and opportunity. But as he was maneuvering his tongue along Eva’s pussy lips and especially her clit, she began to moan. She was awake!

“Oh shit!”

Pastor David grew stone-statue still, not sure what his next move should be.

“Ohhh Cecil, babeee. Please, more. I love you,’ she mumbled.

Then she went silent, out.

So, Pastor David (aka dead husband Cecil now) resumed his cunnilingual violation of an unconscious grieving widow. He could feel her clit stiffen, and Eva began to unconsciously move her hips to the rhythm of her pastor’s sinful tongue. In a few moments, Eva’s semi-conscious breathing grew heavier, her stomach muscles tightened, and then it happened! Eva moaned in orgasmic ecstasy but then fell silent, obviously asleep again.

Pastor David was so hard, and his precum had already soaked a wet spot into his khakis. He knew he shouldn’t, but he was plummeting down a slippery slope with nothing to stop him now. He unzipped his pants, grasped his stiff cock, and did what, just an hour before, he would have argued was unthinkable. But it was more than thinkable now — it was doable. And he did it.

He meant to just slip the head inside, no more. But deep down he knew that was impossible. Once the head was inside, he plunged his shepherd’s staff deep inside this ewe lamb. And he did it over and over. He couldn’t stop, nor did he want to.

It didn’t take long — he and the pastor’s wife were in a sexual drought since menopause—and he exploded in an almost religious orgasm!

“Fuuuuccckkk yessss! Thank you,” he praised, knowing he wasn’t talking to God … and not feeling the expected shock of what he had done.

“Oh Cecil, I love y—,” Eva mumbled in slurred speech as she passed out again.

Pastor David knew it was time to go. He rebuttoned Eva’s top and repositioned her shorts. He even covered her with a blanket and let himself out. All the way home he thought about how Eva tasted and how perfectly her cunt accommodated his cock. He knew he should repent, but he knew his repentance would be hollow. For so long he had denied himself the pleasures of unbridled sex because of his marriage vows, faith, and ministry. And while he knew the counsel he had given others — pray and trust the Lord to give you victory over temptation — he welcomed the dark desires.

With the taste of Eva still on his lips, Pastor David whispered a prayer into the darkness.

“More. I want more. I’ll do anything for more …”

The next day, the pastor was back at work when his secretary buzzed in that he had a call on line one.

“It’s Eva.”

“Oh shit. Oh fucking shit,” he said, “This is Pastor David.”

Raging fear filled his heart and mind when the voice was on the other end.

“Pastor, this is Eva.”

He knew it! He knew better, but he did it anyway. How could he be so stupid? How could he fall for the devil’s deception? Life as he had known it for decades was now over. His ministry reputation was gone. In an instant, he thought of a dozen ways to escape the coming shame.

“Pastor, I owe you an apology,” she said, “I know better than to drink, and I can’t believe I passed out with you there. But I woke up this morning with a blanket on me and knew you had put it there. Thank you for being such a loving pastor to your flock. By the way, I had such a beautiful dream about Cecil last night. It was so real, more real than a Christian lady should describe to a Christian gentleman, though. Anyway, I just wanted to say ‘thank you,’ for everything.”

At that, Pastor David felt a familiar, blissful, welcomed rush of blood down below m…

THE END