Paster David’s Temptation by David Plume

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Writer: David Plume

Subject: Paster David’s Temptation

Link: LS666 Email / 19.11.2024

Author’s Notes: It’s been a while. I’ve been silent — trying to do “right”, as I’ve told you before — but I still eventually read and see everything on your site. The following is a story I’ve written. Perhaps it will inspire other pastors who struggle with the darkness. I hope you enjoy …

Paster David’s Temptation

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Pastor David asked Kreesley, a young girl in his church, “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. And you’re sad all the time. Something’s wrong, and I want to help.”

Pastor David and Kreesley have been buddies as long as she can remember, and he’s always been the rock in her dysfunctional world. Her father is an alcoholic who works during the day and drinks himself to sleep every night. Her mother is a hypochondriac addicted to prescription drugs, some of which she secures through unconventional means.

Kreesley might as well be raising herself because her parents do little for her. But she has always been surprisingly happy, until the last few weeks.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong,” Kreesley repeats, again, every time Pastor David asks.

But she knows he doesn’t believe her.

To say Kreesley is special to David is an understatement. But most of his special affection for her, she knows nothing about.

Ever since she was just a baby, Kreesley sometimes spent the night with the pastor and his wife. Her parents entrusted their daughter to them so they wouldn’t get in trouble with children’s services for neglect. And since the pastor’s wife works the night shift as a nurse, Kreesley and the pastor are often alone. All night. With no one around.

When she was maybe six months old, the touches were innocent enough as Pastor David bathed little Kreesley. But in time, he found himself aroused as he washed her sensitive places. Touches became kisses, and kisses became more.

Knowing he shouldn’t, but who was there to stop him, he started laying little Kreesley on the bed after bathtime, spreading her little legs and tasting forbidden fruit. And masturbating. Oh, God, masturbating while stealing innocence was as high as he had ever known!

His world changed when he held his hard cock up to Kreesley’s tiny mouth and, without any coaxing, she began to suck on the head like a nipple. It was the most intense blow job he’d ever gotten; he didn’t last ten seconds the first time. But he was instantly addicted. And every chance he got, Kreesley nursed at his fountain.

When she got old enough to talk or remember, though, maybe two years old, he stopped. Because as much as he wanted to drown in the pleasures of unbridled pedophile lust, he also didn’t want to lose his ministry. Or go to jail. So, he stopped. And he prayed. And he masturbated. Mostly he masturbated.

Kreesley grew up knowing she was special to Pastor David, but only he knew why. She loved him, though, as a father figure in her life — she couldn’t tell him why she was avoiding him.

He had baptized her, taught her Bible verses and gospel hymns, and even included her in the weekly ministry to the homeless under the bridge. Her parents were more than willing for Pastor David and his wife to take her when they were “unavailable” (mostly Pastor David), and the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Pastor David.

If he knew what she had been doing the last few weeks, she feared he might not love her anymore. So, she could never tell him, or anyone.

Although only young, Kreesley already had a cell phone. And the world was at her fingertips.

On the school bus, Kreesley heard some older girls talking about boys and wanting to touch their … well, you know. And while she thought girls and boys shouldn’t touch each other’s privates, she also couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So, she began to search using words she knew were profane. But it’s okay to type them, don’t say them, right? Words like fuck, dick, pussy. And in an instant, a whole new world opened up to her. She spent the better part of six hours watching video after video — videos she knew Pastor David would not approve of — but she couldn’t stop. Nor did she want to.

She went to bed that first night thinking of all that she had learned. And she could still feel a good feeling in her … in her … pussy. She liked to say that word out loud. Pussy. It made her feel so grown up. Her pussy felt warm as she watched those videos. And she saw women touching their pussies, and it looked like they liked it when they did.

So, Kreesley slipped her hand into her white cotton panties and began to rub her bald mound. Some women in the videos had hair down there, and she knew someday she would, too. But for now, her pussy — goddamn, she liked to say that word, pussy … and goddamn, too — her pussy was bald.

At first, she just inserted her finger inside like a little dick — she wondered how that would feel, to have a boy’s dick inside her, the thought excited her. But soon she found that place at the top of her slit, just a little knot. And she began to rub it. At first softly, but then more aggressively.

“Fuck, this feels good,” she spoke out loud.

Nine-year-olds shouldn’t say fuck. They probably shouldn’t masturbate either.

“I can do whatever the hell I want,” she whispered.

Masturbate is another word she learned. And it felt goddamn, fucking good. Rubbing her pussy was the best feeling ever, and she didn’t want it to end!

Gradually she began to feel a tidal wave swelling up inside her. She didn’t know what it was, but it felt good. So, she rubbed her tiny, moist pussy even more. And then it happened! She tried to stop it because she thought she was peeing, but she couldn’t … and she didn’t. Her little stomach muscles tightened; she arched her little back, and a guttural, animal-like moan came out of her as she had never heard or felt.

Heaven. Hell. Who the fuck cares. This was the best feeling she’d ever felt, and she wanted more. But her little pussy was too sensitive to touch anymore.

After a few minutes, though, as she tried to go to sleep, she thought of Pastor David and how disappointed he’d be in her if he knew she was touching herself and saying words like fuck, pussy, and god-damn. And shame set in. Guilt, too.

She promised Jesus she’d never do that again. Ever.

But she did … the next day, the day after that, and the day after that. And for weeks, every night and some mornings, she watched porn, masturbated, felt shame, asked forgiveness, and worried about Pastor David’s response if he knew she was such a sinful little girl.

Kreesley kept going to church, but couldn’t look her pastor in the eyes. She felt so ashamed.

“Honey, what’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. And you’re sad all the time. Something’s wrong, and I want to help.”

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”

Pastor David took Kreesley by the hand and led her into his office. He closed the door, pulled the blinds, sat her in his lap, and pulled her into his arms. And she began to cry.

Pastor David rubbed her back and kissed her head. He told her she could tell him anything, that everything would be okay. His motives were pure. Mostly. Kreesley remained silent but felt so safe in Pastor David’s arms. And he smelled good.

She didn’t know that he loved her scent, too … that he smelled her hair and skin … and often fantasized about what she’d taste like all these years later. She didn’t know it, but he kept pairs of her dirty panties hidden in his office. Her feral, female scent intoxicated him.

As Kreesley wept into his chest, with her hand beside her face, Pastor David took the little girl’s hand to kiss it. But when he did, he smelled her. That same scent he masturbated to so often! It was her scent, her female scent. Kreesley had masturbated before church but forgot to wash her hands.

David smelled her hands, and then — he couldn’t help himself.

“Lord, forgive me!”

He took her middle finger into his mouth and sucked it like a little cock. And then another, and then another. Her taste was divine. Or devilish. He didn’t know and he didn’t care.

Kreesley wasn’t sure what to think or do. What Pastor David was doing was weird, but she liked it. It felt … forbidden … dirty. These were the fingers that were buried in her pussy just an hour before. And now Pastor David had them in his mouth!

She looked up at him, and his eyes met her gaze as her finger was between his lips. At that moment, Kreesley knew Pastor David knew her secret. And she was glad. But also a little scared — the pastor broke the silence.

“Kreesley, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what just happened. I, um, It’s just, that smell … and that taste.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t touch myself down there anymore. Please don’t be mad at me,” Kreesley promised and begged.

“No, honey, touching yourself is natural,” Pastor David said, “It’s a grown-up thing to do. It’s just that I shouldn’t have licked your fingers — the way I did.”

Kreesley knew he sucked her fingers, not licked them. So, she put a finger up to his lips in an almost “shhh” gesture, and David kissed it and took it into his mouth again. Kreesley guided her fingers in and out of his mouth … while she slid her other hand under her dress and inside her cotton princess panties … and fingered her tiny pussy. It felt so good to touch herself.

When she lifted that hand to Pastor David’s mouth, he was like a hungry man eating for the first time in days! He kissed, licked, sucked, and devoured her fingers, but then he stopped.

“Do you trust me?” he said.

Yes,” Kressley said.

And with church people walking up and down the hallway just outside his office, Pastor David laid Kreesley back on his desk, pushed up her dress, slid aside the crotch of her panties that already had a wet spot, and began to lick her pussy like he did when she was so very young. And her taste, her feel, was more than he imagined.

Kreesley trusted Pastor David. She had always trusted and loved him, so she wasn’t afraid even though she didn’t know what he was doing, not really. But when his tongue touched her special place, it felt a thousand times better than her fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

And she felt Pastor David press into her pussy even more and lick even faster.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck!” she said, louder this time.

Pastor David moaned in affirmation of her profanity.

The pastor could hear the choir warming up in the distance. It sounded angelic, fitting for the “blessing” he was enjoying.

He lifted Kreesley’s hips and pulled her little girl cunt to his mouth. Everything in him screamed how wrong this was, but darkness filled his heart at that moment, and it felt like home. He licked until he felt Kreesley’s body stiffen and then shake as she orgasmed with his tongue inside her honey pot.

Unseen hands massaged his stiff cock; he was throbbing. And unheard voices whispered their affirmations to his soul.

“If that bitch wife put out for you, you wouldn’t lust for other pussy. She pushed you to this.”

“So what about her age? Love is love, right? Plus is this not the best pussy you’ve ever tasted?”

“I have so much more to give you if only you will worship me.”

With this last thought, David hesitated. He looked at Kreesley, eyes closed, with dress pushed up to her chin and panties askew, breathing heavily … and smiling a subtle grin.

“… If only you will worship me.”

That sounds eerily familiar. The Devil said something similar to Jesus in the wilderness, but Jesus quoted Scripture to resist Satan. The only scripture Pastor David could think of … (he knew God didn’t give it to him) … but he decided to change his sermon in that instant.

Twenty minutes later, Pastor David stepped to the pulpit and announced his sermon text to his congregation: Matthew 19:14, “Let the little children come to me …”

From the front row, Kreesley smiled a seductive smile beyond her years. Pastor David smiled back at her, as their secret was beginning.

THE END?