Pastor David 3 by Boudreaux T

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Writer: David Plume / AKA Boudreaux T

Subject: Pastor David 3

Link: LS666 Email / 05.02.2024 / Pastor David 2

Pastor David 3

David heard a knock at his door, which was unusual because he only knew a handful of people in this town; and most of them went to the same Bible college he did. David opened the door to find Sherry standing there with her nine-year-old daughter Chrissy in tow. They had crossed paths on occasion in the laundry room and at the mailbox of their apartment complex.

“David,” Sherry said, “I know we don’t really know each other that well. But I feel like you’re a good guy.”

“I hope so,” David chuckled but picked up on something amiss, “What’s wrong? But, first, come in. Come in.”

The mother and her “little me” stepped inside.

“Okay, now, what’s up?” David genuinely asked in a pastoral, albeit novice, tone.

“David, I don’t know how to ask this but I have nobody to depend on — nobody — and I don’t know where to turn. Work called, and they need me to come in. Teresa’s sick, and there’s no one else to cover her shift.”

Sherry was a waitress at a highway diner outside of town, a holdover from a bygone era when truckers would stop on their way to Mobile. The bypass pretty much dissolved that clientele, but locals still frequented the small restaurant.

“I’m sorry,” David said, “But you just got home from work, what was it, this afternoon, after the lunch rush? It’s nine o’clock so you haven’t been home even eight hours! And now they want you to pull an all-nighter?”

“It happens sometimes,” Sherry answered, “But it hasn’t since Joey left us. I really need this job. But I don’t have anybody to leave Chrissy with. And I can’t leave her at home by herself!”

“I’m not scared, Momma,” Chrissy protested.

“So, I was wondering if just this one time …”

“I’d be happy to,” David interrupted, ” And, listen, tomorrow’s Saturday. So, when you get off work in the morning, go home, take a hot bath, and crash for the rest of the day. Chrissy can hang out here. We’ll watch Pal Patrol or something.”

“I don’t watch Pal Patrol!” Chrissy objected in that adorable tone that only little girls can convey.

“I said, ‘… or something’ …” David laughed as he winked at his new friend.

“Thank you, David. Thank you,” Sherry gushed, “She’s had her bath and she’s ready for bed,” and then Sherry added playfully, “But she can watch an episode or two of Pal Patrol if she wants.”

“I don’t watch Pal Patrol!” Chrissy pleaded with David.

“I believe you,” said David and gave Chrissy a playful side hug. Then he said to Sherry, “Now, go. We’re good.”

David hadn’t expected any guests, so he had made other plans for a Friday night. In fact, he had already been chatting online in a favorite chatroom dedicated to incest and exchanging risqué pics with strangers. He was stroking his cock when the knock at his door came.

Thankfully he had logged out of everything before inviting Sherry and Chrissy inside. But he was still horny.

David was preparing to go into church ministry, and he was sincere. But he struggled with certain “demons.” He didn’t really think of them as literal demons, but in truth sometimes he did.

When he was masturbating, for instance, he often talked to them. Blasphemy porn had coached him in that. And he had to admit, it increased the pleasure and intensity of his orgasms when he did.

He always felt guilty afterward, though. He felt shame when he looked at porn and surrendered to sin — he felt like such a hypocrite — but he couldn’t resist. Lust consumed him. But he had a public persona to keep up, so his lust raged inside. And sometimes he wondered if it was, like an uncontrolled wildfire in the wilderness, consuming his soul.

David held out his hand to Chrissy in a formal gesture of introduction.

“Hello, my princess. I’m David, and I’m your lowly servant for the evening,” as he gave an exaggerated curtsy bow.

“You’re silly, Mr. David,” Chrissy giggled.

“Just call me David. We’re friends, right? So, just call me David.”

“But Momma says I should …” Chrissy started to say.

“When Momma’s around, you call me Mister,” David interjected, “But when it’s just you and me, call me David. We can have some secrets, right? Momma doesn’t have to know everything.”

And again he winked at his new friend. His incredibly cute little friend. Like forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, mouth-wateringly delicious-looking — “Oh God! What am I thinking?!? — She’s just a kid! Lord, forgive me for my lust,” David confessed. But he had spent hours that evening talking with strangers and online “friends” about this very desire. And he couldn’t stop thinking about what forbidden fruit tastes like …

“Do you have any chocolate milk?” Chrissy interrupted his mental immorality.

“No, but I can make some,” David said, “Here’s the remote. Find something on television … like Pal Patrol or something.”

“I don’t watch Pal Patrol!” Chrissy rebutted.

“I said, ‘… or something’ …”

And they both laughed.

David grabbed the milk out of the fridge and the chocolate syrup out of the cabinet. His eyes fell on the sleep aid he took occasionally. The doctor had prescribed it months ago when David hit a point of physical exhaustion because of school and preaching every weekend to try and smooth out his sleep rhythms.

David had taken the medicine for a couple of months but eventually found that he could maintain healthy sleep habits without it. There were maybe eight pills left in the bottle. Adult dosage. David struggled with the wrongness of what he was contemplating for all of ten seconds, but then he grabbed the bottle and ran toward the darkness of his heart. David took out one pill and crushed it into powder.

“Find anything on television yet?” he asked as he heard Chrissy channel surfing.

David then dropped the sleep aid into Chrissy’s chocolate milk and stirred. He could feel a stirring in his cock as he did. Chrissy drank the chocolate milk enthusiastically and talked about school and boys and how her mom wouldn’t let her have a phone. It took a few minutes but Chrissy’s eyelids began to get heavy as she talked. She even joked about it.

And then she was gone, very much asleep. David waited a few minutes until her muscles relaxed and her breathing and heart rate slowed.

Then he shook her.

“Chrissy? Chrissy?”

But she was out.

David couldn’t believe what he was about to do, although he had chatted with people online for the last year or two who claimed to violate innocence. He had masturbated to the thought of eating forbidden fruit so many times, and he he was about to — David pulled aside one leg of Chrissy’s pajama shorts to reveal cotton panties with a fairy tale princess on the front. He leaned down and inhaled her scent. She smelled amazing, better than he had ever imagined. Sort of a soapy-clean but with an indistinct feral aroma.

His cock twitched.

He pulled the crotch of Chrissy’s panties aside to reveal a bald, puffy mound surrounding the most beautiful sight he had ever seen—a hairless slit and little lips. David heard a voice … no, felt a voice whisper.

“Do it. No one will ever know. You want this. Besides we all sin, right? Just a little sin won’t hurt, will it? She’ll never know. Her momma will never know. You’ve always wanted to taste forbidden fruit. I’ve delivered your desire to you.”

David hesitated.

“No, I can’t do this. This is wrong on so many levels.”

But he couldn’t look away from her. He couldn’t make the burning desire go away.

“Let’s do it together.”

And as if being guided by an unseen hand, David pulled down Chrissy’s shorts and panties and raised up her shirt. Her buds were barely blossoming, and they were perfect. He positioned the sleeping angel so that he could place her legs over his shoulders. And with paradise staring him in the face, he began to lick.

Like a child eating a food item for the first time but discovering it’s delicious, David started tentatively but soon became ravenous in his feasting. He knew in that moment this is who he was. Not just what he was doing and would do again if given the chance. This was his true nature; this is who he really was. Thoughts or words, maybe it was more like images, flooded David’s lust-infected mind.

“Feast at my table, my child. The pleasures I offer you are beyond your imagination.”

And David licked and kissed and protruded with his tongue for what seemed like hours, although it wasn’t nearly that long. He jacked off and edged throughout his robbery of innocence, hers … and his own, to some extent … eventually exploding onto the side of his sofa. He would have to clean that up, but not now. Now he basked in the heavenly (or was it hellish) glow of the most incredible experience of his life.

Fast forward to Saturday afternoon.

Sherry knocks on David’s door, and he answers it with a smile. Sherry sees Chrissy in the background drinking chocolate milk (this one wasn’t spiked) and watching television.

“How’d it go? Was she any trouble?” Sherry asked, “Sometimes she can be a handful.”

“Good thing I have two hands.”

And they both laughed.

“I’m not sure how I can thank you enough for bailing me out last night,” Sherry said sincerely. “I owe you one.”

“Hey,” David said, “Just promise me, I’m your number one babysitter next time you need one.”

“I’m not a baby!” Chrissy yelled from the couch.

“I mean princess-sitter,” to David, “Promise me.”

“I promise,” replied Sherry, cluelessly,

THE END