The Minister

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Social Distancing No More

I entered the room quite tentatively, clutching the medicines and glass of water to my chest, eyes cast to the floor. The room was quite warm, almost like a sauna. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring at her body, though she seemed perfectly comfortable lying nude in my bed, even after sharing such an intimate experience: a full-bodied female orgasm, with me, a complete stranger. I admit to giving her just one sideways discrete glance and what I saw was a most erotic vision. Sitting with her back against the bed frame, her torso was propped up by pillows, the voluminous flesh of her lovely pink breasts proudly and unapologetically displayed, the vertical slit of her female opening still welcoming and wet, her legs crossed at her ankles, her body relaxed. I deduced from her comfort level at my presence in the room that she seemed to like being looked at. But who am I to judge? If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones, etcetera. I may be the minister of the church, but I’m not a judgmental person, per say. While I recognize other men of the cloth may have found her behavior to be highly inappropriate, I could not help but feel honored to be in the presence of such a lovely, uninhibited woman. There was something so breathtakingly pure and innocent about her, post-coitus. It was a sublime spiritual experience for me, as if one of the angels of old descended from Heaven in all her blazing glory to breathe new life into me, both body and soul. I wish I too could be naked and unashamed like Adam in the Garden, without sin and at peace with the world. Blessed from above, with a renewed sense of meaning and purpose in my life, Elenora made me feel comfortable in my own skin.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I offered the Goddess her glass of water and she took a long drink. As if in a dream, I watched her set the glass on the bedside table, admiring her slender, ethereal wrist. If I could only rest my lips there, just for a moment. She turned to me and the angel spoke.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

To distract me from staring at her breasts, which were quickly becoming the object of my obsession, I read and reread the labels of the medicines. I tried to remain calm and decided to pretend everything was perfectly normal and that I had nursed several naked women back to health during my tenure as minister of the church. Yet nothing could stop me from becoming physically aroused by her presence.

“I didn’t know whether I should give you a spoonful or two of this multi-symptom cold reliever,” I mumbled, “or just a couple of Tylenols. I thought we could start by taking your temperature.”

“You are a very sweet man for taking care of me when I’m sick, you know,” she replied in a soft, breathy, seductive voice.

“That’s quite all right. I mean, it’s my pleasure to be of service to you, Miss. That’s what our church is for. After all, I am Head Pastor here.”

“I will take care of you too, sir, if you get sick. You can count on that. I want to take care of you, to pay you back for the kindness you’ve shown me.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Oh, but it is. I insist…”

In response, I nodded like a dim-witted person, smiling, thermometer in hand, just happy to be in the same room with her. It was like the devil’s furnace in her super-heated room. My palms felt sweaty and I began to perspire under my arms, on my forehead.

“So,” she said quite flirtatiously, “would you like to put it in my mouth now, or later?”

What was she asking me? No, it couldn’t be… Playing dumb, I acted the part of her neutered devotee.

“What do you mean?”

She glanced down at my hardening flesh, poking up indecently under my robe, and then looked at me with raised eyebrows. She now knew that I was sexually aroused and, what’s worse, she knew that I knew she knew. I stood there erect and ashamed, holding the medicines.

“What do you think I mean?”

“You mean… the thermometer.”

“Of course. Was there something else you wished to put in my mouth, sir?”

“No.”

“Then you may proceed with your examination, sir. I’ll try to be an willing and obedient patient for you.”

She looked into my eyes, held out her tongue and waited. Light-headed, I realized I’d been holding my breath the entire time during our talk. After exhaling, I placed the thermometer under her tongue. We stared at each other in silence, while waiting for the result. I smiled and she blinked her eyes once, very slowly. The thermometer dinged and I checked her temperature.

“It’s a little elevated, but not too bad,” I said. “Only 99, thank God.”

“I always run a bit hot,” she said with a smile.

“I haven’t heard you coughing which is also a good sign. Do you have a sore throat?”

“No, though it feels a bit dry. Like I could use something… juicy to suck on,” she said with a piercing, feline look, like a tiger stalking its prey.

Was she flirting with me? She seemed very flirtatious. It had been so long since I’d spoken to a woman, I wasn’t sure. My heart pounded so hard like it wanted to burst out of my chest.

“Are you experiencing shortness of breath?”

“I was a moment ago, as you may recall.”

I blushed, remembering the moment of her climax, the open mouth, the twitching flesh, the milky-white fluid oozing out of the moist curled lips of her s*x, coating the cute, puckered opening of her anus and dripping down her inner thighs.

“But not now?”

“You’re sweet. No. I’m breathing normally now, Pastor.”

As I stared, she stretched her arms over her head again and yawned, lifting the flesh of her breasts heavenward. She smiled and I shyly looked down at the medicine bottle.

“I’m thinking we could try the cold medicine and see how that works,” I suggested. “Then we can move on to the Tylenol in the morning, if the fever hasn’t broken by then.”

“Whatever you think, Doctor. I put myself completely in your hands,” she replied, placing her hands behind her head and arching her back slightly, causing her attractive breasts to appear even more prominent.

I focused on the NyQuil and poured out a dose on the spoon. She opened her mouth and I placed the spoon on her tongue. She winced from the taste when she swallowed.

“Sorry. Just one more spoonful. It will help you to sleep.”

“I hope so. I haven’t slept much the last three days.”

Happy to finally know something about her, I jumped on the new information.

“Really? Why haven’t you been sleeping? Is there something going on in your life you’d like to talk about? I am the Pastor here.”

She had a serious look in her eyes for a moment and then shrugged, accompanied by the corresponding jiggle of her breasts.

“No, not particularly.”

I carefully poured out another spoonful.

“Well, this should help,” I said.

After swallowing the second dose, she took a drink of water and settled down into bed.

“I left a cold cloth for your forehead on the table if you need it.”

“You’re very kind. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m sure you need some sleep. I’ll leave so you can get some rest,” I said, turning to leave.

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t go. I’m cold.”

“Oh. Let me turn up the heat.”

“No, the room is warm, but I have the chills. Can you tuck me in?”

“Sure.”

I picked up the blankets and bedsheet off the floor, tucked them under the mattress and pulled them up to her chin.

“There.”

“I’m still cold,” she said.

“Do you want your clothes? I think I saw them on the floor.”

“No, they’re itchy on my skin.”

She shivered.

“I’m so cold,” she repeated. “Would you do something for me?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Can you get in bed beside me?”

The apple glistened in my hand. I hesitated.

“Are you sure? I’m…”

“I need to feel a warm body against my skin. I’m so cold.”

My heart kept pounding in my chest.

“I’d like to help you. I would. It’s just…I’m not sure. I mean, I really don’t think…”

“I’m cold, sir. I’m so cold. I’ve already swallowed your nasty medicine. Why can’t you do this for me? You say you want to help. Are you the kind of man who likes to see a woman beg?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m…”

“Please, sir. Come under the sheets and warm me up. You’re so mean to me. Can’t you see I’m shivering?”

What would Jesus do, in such a circumstance? I recalled how respectful he was to Mary Magdalene. But unlike Jesus I knew I would never be able to resist her. She was making it so easy for me, holding the apple to my lips. All I had to do was bite.

“Well, I suppose I could try to warm you up for a few minutes, if you’d like.”

I got under the sheets beside her in the bed, which was sublime and rare experience for me, having not laid with a woman since my experience with Katie. She immediately found the zipper to my robe, removed it and tossed it to the side of the bed. Wanting to feel my skin against hers, she removed my undershirt. In the next few seconds her hands found the elastic waist strap of my underwear and, with some effort, pulled it over my full erection, down my legs and off my body. Glancing down under the sheets, she nodded her head, impressed.

“Not bad, for a minister. Very yummy, Pastor.”

Elenora moved closer to me, so the length of my p***s snuggled against her. Almost immediately it was like we’d been together all our lives. How can I describe how nice it felt to me? All I can say is… it was glorious. I put my arms around her shoulders and felt her large soft breasts press against my skin. I held her there, close, pressing my p***s firmly into her belly. Under the sheets, I felt one of her hands reach out and gently cup the soft, vulnerable underside of my scrotum while the fingers of the other hand closed around the base of my p***s and did not let go. I know it was wrong to take advantage of the young woman, to give in to my base human instincts and desecrate our historic church which has stood in our community for over 150 years, but I never felt more joy or peace in my soul than at the moment when our naked bodies intermingled and became one.

“Is that better?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m finally warming up,” she said.

I stroked my fingers once through her hair and looked into her eyes. Our lips met, sweetly, barely touching, and then again, much deeper the second time, exploring each other with our tongues, a kiss I will never forget. She said her sexy words and for the first moment in the last three months, I stopped thinking about the God-forsaken virus that was ravaging the world.

“You have a nice p***s. It’s rather big and thick. You’ve been hard for hours, you poor man. Your balls feel huge, like two big balloons about to pop. I bet you have a lot of nice creamy semen in there you’ve been saving up for someone just like me.”

Though I found her dirty words rather shocking, I wasn’t offended in the slightest. In fact, her compliments about my body made me feel good about myself, I’m ashamed to say, whether they were true or not.

“I’m so wet and open for you, sir. Would you like to get inside me?”

“I… uh…”

“Do you have a condom, Pastor?”

The way she kept calling me Pastor should’ve brought me to my senses, but instead, God forgive me, the word sounded sexy between her lips.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…”

“May I ask… have you been sexually active with anyone recently?”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“No. It’s been a rather long time.”

“OK. One last question. Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?”

I blushed and nodded no.

“Good. Just so you know, I’ve recently tested negative for STD’s as well.”

“That’s… good to know,” I said, smiling nervously.

She took my hands in hers, like a child, about to leave home for his first day of school.

“Just relax, Pastor. Your p***s is hard. You’re attracted to me, right?”

I nodded yes.

“We’re going to have a good time together. Just remember to pull out when you’re about to come. I don’t want to get pregnant. You can come on my t**s if you like. I know you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off them since we met, you bad boy.”

Before I had a chance to respond, she slipped my erect p***s all the way inside her moistened inner flesh without resistance, tilting her pelvis up and pressing firmly on my ass to drive it in as deep as possible. I couldn’t help but to exhale at the pleasure of feeling the slick walls of her v****a massaging the sides of my shaft. I began to move my hips and thrust myself in and out of her. She kept talking in a dirty manner as I pumped my p***s harder and harder and deeper and deeper into her. And every word she said about me was God’s absolute truth.

“You wanted to do this from the moment you saw me through the window of your church, didn’t you? That was a nice trick, inviting a poor, sick homeless woman in out of the cold so you could get her in your bed and f**k her to your heart’s content, while the church is closed and no one will find out. You turned the heat up in the room so high I couldn’t keep my clothes on without developing a fever. I got so hot and aroused that I had to touch myself and there you were, watching through the crack in the door like a Peeping Tom. You liked watching me masturbate, didn’t you? Then, you forced me to swallow that horrible medicine that you said would make me feel better, but actually it just made me sleepy and compliant to you.”

Her dirty sexy words had their effect on me and I could feel over ten years of semen about to rise out of the depths of my being and burst forth. I’d been inside her for only a few minutes and I tried to control it, but a trigger had been pulled and the coming ejaculation was inevitable. My heart raced as I struggled to take in breaths, rutting and groaning like some kind of farmyard animal. My celibacy had come to a dramatic end. I was social-distancing no more.

“I trusted you, Pastor. I trusted you and now you’re on top of me and I can’t move or do anything to stop you from shooting your sticky wet semen all over the breasts that you like to stare at so much. Well, then. Go ahead. I suppose I’ve become your personal church w***e now, Pastor. Make me into your little c*m-loving slut and mark me with your semen. Spray your c*m all over these big t**s so you can watch me lap it up with my tongue. When you do it, when you shoot your semen all over my chest, my boobs will no longer be mine, they’ll be yours, my friend. Be ready with the spoon to catch it when it drips into my cleavage. I don’t want to waste a precious drop. I give you my permission. I’m getting sleepy and you’ve waited long enough, baby. Be like Elsa and just let… it… go.”

The image of her licking my semen off her breasts reminded me of my experience with Katie and drove me to the point of no return. After a few final deep thrusts, I tilted my head back and my eyes rolled up in my head. Pulling out just in time, I released my semen in several bursts just as she asked, spurting it like an uncontrollable fire hose over her neck and cheek and torso, and zeroing in on the mounds of her pretty breasts as best I could under the circumstances. Grasping the underside of her breasts and pressing them upward she did just as she said she’d do; I watched her lick as much of the white cream that she could reach with her tongue. She didn’t appear to swallow it, rather allowed the semen to pool on her tongue to savor the taste. I could see the white thick substance in her mouth and on her lips.

“Get the spoon. Feed me, darling...”

At first, I couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do, although she had clearly spelled out her intentions just a moment ago. My jaw dropped.

“You mean with…”

“Yes, with the spoon. Before it runs off my body and spills on the sheet. Hurry!”

Slightly dizzy and out of breath, still recovering from the aftermath of my ejaculation, I reached out, grabbed the spoon I’d left on the bedside table and caught the small river of my seminal fluid as it snaked its way through the winding, magnificently deep canyon formed by her two mountains of flesh. After carefully scooping the remaining semen from her belly and the sides of her torso, the tablespoon was filled to the brim. Steadying my hand, I brought the spoon up to her lips and she took it into her mouth, shutting her eyes and laying her head back on the pillow. As before, she didn’t appear to swallow the creamy fluid at first, as it seemed to bring her some kind of inner satisfaction and peace to hold it in her mouth. The experience made me feel much closer to her and to God. I know you may find what I’m about to write shocking and indecent , but when Elenora took my precious bodily fluid into her mouth it was a spiritual experience for me, similar to when I offer the wafer of bread on the tongues of our parishioners during the sacrament of Holy Communion. I’m sorry if you find that statement upsetting. Once more, it is not my intention to offend you.

“Thank you,” she said softly, after swallowing.

Satiated, she licked her lips once more, turned to her side and fell fast asleep. I had eaten the apple down to the core and enjoyed it, without shame or guilt, at least for the moment.