Wiping the combined juices of our just completed fuck from her chin, Janie smirked, "Pleasant dreams Reverend." She bent over collecting her clothes. After wiping her still dripping crotch with her panties, she tossed them to me as she continued getting dressed. "See you Sunday at church."
I stretched out on the bed. The lingering scent of sex mixed with her juvenile citrussy perfume made me hard again, in spite of the guilty feelings in my head. She's only seventeen, I thought. She should be with boys her own age. I'm her Pastor. I should be giving her guidance in her life journey. Instead, I'm giving her orgasms. Lots of them! But, she makes me feel young again. Vibrant! Full of life. What should I do? Resign as Pastor? Move away before we get caught? I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate on my impending Sunday Sermon, so, I did the next best thing. I did what any addict would do. I closed my eyes, draped her panties over my nose, inhaled and grabbed my rampant cock and stroked until I spewed my seed all over myself.
Sunday came and I led the service, all the while watching Janie three rows back as I recited my sermon. It was inspired, even if I do say so myself! At the back of the church, the congregation passed through the recieving line, many people thanking me for such wonderful words of encouragement. Last in line, Janies parents gushed with praise, both for my sermon on temptation and how different Janie was since I first talked to her. No longer insolent, a pleasure to be with, responsible, especially with her new job as my receptionist. "Office Manager." I corrected them. Janie, wearing a conservative, knee length dress, smiled.
"The Reverend is going to need some help locking up. I'll be home after we are done." she said.
"But what about lunch, dear?" her mother asked.
"I'll be eating here!" she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, all right."
She followed me back inside, closing the massive church doors behind her and flipping the lock.
"What do you think you're doing, Janie?" I said, wondering what she had in mind.
"Sometimes, Rev. you can be charmingly dense, just like my parents." She turned toward me steppd up and kissed me on the mouth. She tasted like pussy. Her pussy. The moment the flavor hit my tongue, I was lost! Instead of pulling away like I should have, I let her hold my head as she pushed her tongue deeper., letting me suck the taste from it.
"How..."
"Thats easy!" she said grabbing my left hand and pulling it into the pocket of her dress. To my surprise, there was no bottom seam, and my hand felt the cotton fabric of her panties. Her damp panties. "While you were preaching hellfire and damnation, I was fingering my pussy and sucking the honey from my fingers. Now let's get this place locked up so I can get my hands on that delicious cock of yours."
My prick had her full attention now and I couldn't wait to bury my face in her intoxicating teen age snatch. So we closed and locked the windows and doors, including the one that led to the residence. "Janie, aren't we going to the house? I thought you wanted..."
"Of course, I want it, silly. But I want it here."
"Here? In the church?In one of the pews?"
"Not in the pews. I want you to fuck me on the altar."
"I can't do that! That's sacreligious! If anyone ever found out..."
"No one's gonna find out! And if you ever want to taste this pussy again, you'll Plop my ass on the altar and fuck me like a sacrificial virgin.....NOW!"
Although it wasn't said, I knew I had no choice. Comply or be outed! Arrested. Jailed. But I still hesitated. Janie stuck a finger under my nose. It smelled like her pussy. It melted my resolve. I picked her up and placed her on the altar, lifted her skirt, staring lustily at her plain cotton panties. Her wet, plain cotton panties. I tore them off, stuffing them in my pocket. I dropped my pants, freeing my raging hard-on, leering at the disgusting scene in front of me.
"You like staring at my cunt, don't you, Rev.?"
I didn't answer.