Church Pastor Reverts To Old Ways

This is story #28 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Libby My mother always said, "If you want to meet a nice girl, go to church."

I was raised Methodist, but wasn't really a practicing Christian in my adult years. But when my kids were young, we started going to the local Methodist church on Sundays. There was live music, happy songs, and all the words to the prayers and readings and songs were on video screens throughout the worship space.

Everyone was happy, and the kids were paying attention and engaged in the worship. It was great.

One of the three pastors at the church was Pastor Libby, a youngish, happy, smiling bubbly thing of about who was always smiling and in a good mood. She was really pretty, on the shorter side, and just so nice. You couldn't help but be in a good mood around her.

One day at mass she announced that she was getting married, and we all applauded for her. Everyone was thrilled for her.

After a few years, I began to think about formally joining the parish, since we had been attending services there for a few years. So I sent an email to the church administrator, asking about the process for that, and I was emailed back to come meet with Pastor Libby, who was in charge of membership. We set up an appointment for about two weeks later. At this point in time, Libby was 32 years old (I was now 47).

I was looking forward to the meeting for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was that I enjoyed Libby's company, and as I said, she always put you in a good mood.

But on this day, something was off. She wasn't her usual, smiling, bubbly self when I walked into her small office in the church administration building. She smiled of course, but it was forced, and she just didn't seem herself.

We sat side by side and talked for about thirty minutes about the church and membership and the procedure for doing all of that, and it was a pleasant, businesslike conversation, as I would have expected. She was genuinely excited that I and my kids would be joining her congregation as official members.

As I got up to leave, I stopped and turned to her and asked, "Is everything OK?"

She immediately stood up and grabbed me in a big hug and started crying uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do or say, mostly because I had no idea what was wrong, but also because I was basically in shock. I mean I didn't really know this woman, certainly not well enough for what was happening, but it must be serious if she was acting this way.

After two minutes of this, she started to calm down. I sat her back down and grabbed some tissues from her desk and handed then to her.

After a few more sniffles as she gathered herself, I said, "Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah," she replied. "It's just, I don't know if I can go through with it."

"Go through with what?"

"The wedding! I don't know if I can do it."

Oh man, cold feet. I didn't even know when it was scheduled to happen.

"Well, when is it? Have you talked with your fiancée about it? Maybe you could push it back for a time?"

"No, it's not getting married that's the issue, it's Jim, my fiancée. I love him, but, I don't know, this is so hard and complicated to explain, because he's such a good man. But that's the problem, he's TOO good. He's so sweet and nice, and that's such a great thing, but he doesn't really, you know, do it for me."

She went on to explain that he treats her so well, and is such a kind and God-fearing man, but he doesn't get her motor going.

She shared that the reason she originally went into the ministry was because she had a bit of a wild younger life, always getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, the wrong men, guys that partied hard and had no respect for authority. She was abused and hit rock bottom, then cleaned herself up and got into the ministry, and it's been great, saved her life.

Jim represents the new life, but she isn't attracted to him in the way that she was attracted to the "bad boys." Jim asks her permission for everything, and she's attracted to guys who take charge and take what they want, and she didn't see how she could spend the rest of her life with someone who doesn't turn her on.

I had no advice for her of course, so I copped out and told her to pray about it and God would guide her to make the right decision etc. She hugged me again and thanked me for listening, apologized for laying everything on me like that. We parted and promised to stay in touch about the transition.

A couple weeks later at Sunday mass, Pastor Libby led the mass that we attended. At communion, she gave me a slight wink as she handed me the bread. I started looking at Libby like a woman rather than as my pastor, and I was worried about eternal damnation at this point, but I hadn't done anything wrong.

After mass as she was greeting the congregation, she stopped me and my kids and said hello, then asked me if I could come back later that day to talk more about the transition. We agreed on 7:00 pm that evening, after my kids went back to their mom's house for the following week.

At 7:00 sharp I arrived at the church office building and made my way back to Pastor Libby's office. Her door was open, and she was there, rearranging some items on her bookshelf. I could see photos of she and Jim throughout her office. She was stretching up to the top shelf, and her shorter-than-was-appropriate-for-a-pastor skirt was riding up to the middle of her ass cheeks, and I could see that she was not wearing any underwear.

At that moment, I made the decision. I slammed the door behind me, causing her to jump and look back at me, then I locked the door. With purpose I crossed the room toward her in about four steps. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I turned her around and pushed her forward so she was bending over her desk. I knelt down behind her and threw her skirt up over her back and thrust a finger into her tight pussy. Leaning forward I tongued her asshole while I fingered her, and worked my shorts off with my free hand.

No words were spoken as I stood and thrust my cock into her pussy. I could see a small tramp stamp -- a relic of her younger, wilder days -- on her lower back as I thrusted into her. This was going to be quick and dirty. I pounded her faster and faster, her moans of pleasure and excitement becoming louder as I did so. Her arms were outstretched across the top of her desk and she gripped the edge of her desk and held on for leverage as she thrust her ass back at me.

Faster and harder I pounded her, and she whispered a throaty "fuck me, fuck me," the only words spoken during the whole encounter to this point. With a groan I drove deep and unleashed my cum inside of her. I held still while I finished, staying put until I was drained.

When I pulled out, she stood and adjusted herself, then turned and got on her tip toes to give me a quick peck on the lips and said with a smile, "Praise the Lord, I needed that!!"

We laughed and she handed me a couple papers, telling me to fill them out and email them to her later in the week.

I did that the next day, and the following day I got a text from her: "Hi, it's Pastor Libby. We need to do a formal interview, just to cross the T's and dot the I's. We can do it at my house if you want, when are you free?"

Since my kids were with my ex, I said, "Any night this week really."

"Great, c'mon over tonight around eight? That work?"

I arrived on time, with a bottle of wine. She opened the door and looked radiant, smiling ear to ear.

"What's this for?" she asked at the bottle.

I answered, "I wasn't sure if anything would be official today, so I brought it just in case we needed to celebrate."

At that moment I notice her fiancée Jim sitting in the living room, reading a book. He stood up and introduced himself (I knew who he was but hadn't met him).

"Nothing to celebrate tonight, but we can have it later anyway. How about some water to start?" she asked as she walked to the kitchen.

She had a great figure, which I could more easily see today since she was dressed more casually. She was about 5'2", with a great shape, nice round ass and narrow waist.

We all sat and she asked me some questions about my upbringing, religious education etc., when was I baptized etc.

After about nine or ten of those questions, she asked, "And your favorite sexual position?"

I was surprised at this turn of events. Originally, I thought she invited me over to fuck her, but when I saw Jim there, I assumed I was wrong.

I played along anyway. "Well, I love when the woman is on top, so my hands are free to roam and I can see her whole body. But I also love to be on top so I can change angles and depths and really pound her with force. But when I want to come, nothing beats doggy style and the look and feel of a nice round ass."

"Interesting," she went on, pretending to make notes on the forms. "And oral sex? Do you like to eat pussy?"

"Oh, there's nothing I'd rather do more. In fact, I consider myself a bit of an expert."

"Really? And what about receiving? Do you like a good blowjob?"

By now she had moved out of the chair she was sitting in and slowly walked toward me on the couch. Jim was still engrossed in his book.

"Oh, I love a good blowjob, there's nothing better than a blowjob given by someone who really LOVES to do it."

She had dropped to her knees in front of me and started working the snap on my shorts while she kept talking.

"I believe that," she said. "Next question, what makes a good blowjob?"

"Well," I answered, "like I said, enthusiasm is the key. Eye contact, a little dirty talk. And definitely swallowing cum."

As she opened my shorts and started pulling them down, I asked, "How am I doing with the interview."

Libby answered, "Well this is a hands-on type of church, so we have more work to do."

She had worked my cock out of my pants. "Jesus," she said when she grabbed it and started stroking me with her hands.

Deciding I had had enough of the games, I took charge.

"If you wanna pray, get to the church. If you wanna suck my cock, then have at it, or I'm leaving."

She didn't hesitate, her mouth opened and she took my head in her mouth, pursing her lips like she was giving it a kiss. Her tongue came out and worked the underside of the head of my cock, flitting like a gentle butterfly at first, then getting more intense.

I looked up and saw Jim watching us, and he looked back down at his book as soon as our eyes met.

Turning my focus back to Libby, she was still working the tip of my cock, just under the head. In addition to being a pretty heavy cummer, I also generate a lot of pre-cum. Maybe it's because I drink a lot of water, who knows. But Libby noticed and groaned as the clear fluid formed on the tip of my cock and developed into a large droplet.

Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand worked in unison with her mouth just under the head of my cock. When the large drop of precum had formed, Libby dipped her finger in in and pulled it back slowly, creating a long sticky string of precum.

"I love this stuff," Libby said as she put her finger in her mouth, then returned to the head of my cock to suck more precum out of my opening.

"I want a taste," I said, and she smiled widely at me. She licked my cockhead and milked more precum out of me, gathered more on her finger, then rose up and sat on my lap, sticking her finger in my mouth while simultaneously kissing me, so we could share the sweet, sticky fluid. This was our first kiss, and what a way to start.

I pulled her top off and displayed her perky tits, smallish but firm with pink, hard nipples. Reaching back to her ass under her skirt, I felt no underwear, so I maneuvered myself to get my cock lined up with her cunt.

Taking another look over toward Jim, I saw that he was watching intently now. With our eyes locked, I grabbed Libby's hips and pulled her down onto my cock in one thrust.

Libby's eyes rolled back in her head and she threw her head back with a groan while I pinched and nibbled on her young nipples. She was such an enigma -- classic case of bad girl gone good, but now she was grappling with her true identity and if she could figure out a way to be both.

It must have been a turn on for her, this struggle, because she was riding and grinding me like crazy. And her language showed the conflict, such as: "I'm coming again, oh God, please forgive me, I'm so sorry, I'm coming." That kind of thing.

She rode me through two orgasms, during which I had raised her skirt and spread her ass cheeks while she rode me, exposing her asshole to Jim. His eyes went from her asshole and back to my eyes, back and forth.

I wasn't sure what to expect from these two. Part of me expected him to come over and lick her asshole while I fucked her.

Part of me was expecting a baseball bat to the head.

I fingered her ass while she finished her last orgasm, eliciting louder moans and more intense grinding.

When she came down from her last orgasm, she dropped back to her knees and finished sucking me, my balls, shaft and head, her brown eyes looking at mine while she worked me.

Finally, she asked for my cum, "Will you come for me please? Your cock tastes so good, I want your cum in my mouth and down my throat."

Time to find out what was going on.

"Is that what Jim wants?" I asked.

She paused only for a split second, still licking my cock and answering me, "Why don't you ask him."

I looked at Jim, "Is that what you want? Do you want me to come in Libby's mouth and down her throat?

The look of shame on his face was almost sad as he nodded slightly.

I had never been in this position before, although you read about this stuff all the time, guys who let other guys fuck their wife or girlfriend while they watch helplessly. I felt sorry for him, but if this is how they roll then who am I to object. I gripped Libby's head and was soon pumping my cum down her throat, a big load that she couldn't handle and which escaped her mouth, seeping out around the seal of her mouth around my cock while she tried to swallow as fast as she could.

When I stopped coming, she released my cock from her mouth a slurped up all of the escaped cum that had dripped onto her hand that had been gripping my cock. A true cum-slut.

Libby sat back and smiled at me, rubbing one of her tits in the process. Wasting no time moving on, she then leaned back and then flat on the floor, raising her skirt and exposing her shaved pussy with tiny little landing strip.

She said, "Now what were you saying about being an expert at eating pussy?"

I dove right in and showed her what I meant, using my finger and mouth and tongue in concert, flicking her clit, sucking all of her meaty labia into my mouth, and using an ice cube from my ice water to cool her hot pussy and send her into orbit.

After her second orgasm (and fourth of the night), she was a limp noodle, spread out on the floor, topless and her skirt flipped up across her stomach, breathing heavy and trying to catch her breath.

By now I was hard again, so I unclipped her skirt and exposed her fully nude body, which was gorgeous.

I looked at Jim, watching us again. I didn't know what to do. Should I insult him, further humiliating him? Ignore him? Invite him to join? Libby was pretty much calling the shots with respect to Jim, so I didn't want to engage him too much, but I felt compelled, out of curiosity more than anything.

I grabbed her feet and got between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit a few times.

Then looking at Jim, I said, "I'm gonna pound the shit out of your fiancée here. Then I'm gonna come in her slut pussy, like I did last week."

No need for gentleness, I drove my full length into her in one motion, pinning her knees back with my arms and fucking her with all my force. She reached up and grabbed her own feet, pulling them back further to allow me even deeper access and freeing me up to pound her even harder.

After a few minutes of this, I pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Without hesitation I slammed back into her and grabbed her by the shoulders to get maximum leverage. This chick wanted to be fucked hard and there was no denying it. She lowered herself onto her shoulders and reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, making her look at Jim.

"Fuckin slut," I said. "All holier than thou for an hour on Sundays, but a cock hungry slut the rest of the time, right? Now fucking me in front of your pussy boyfriend. You're a total fucking whore, aren't you?"

"Yes!" she cried. "Forgive me, I love cock, I can't get enough. Fuck me and come in my slut pussy."

I released her hair and putz my fingers in her mouth, pulling her lips back by the sides of her mouth in a fish hook, forcing her to look at Jim while she was at my mercy.

Finally, he got her wish, as I unloaded into her and smacked her ass a couple times for good measure. We collapsed on the floor, both out of breath. Jim slowly got up and left the room. I kept one eye on the door he left through, hoping he wasn't coming back with a shotgun.

Libby said, "I need to go to confession."

I pulled my shorts on and asked if we were done. Libby said yes and showed me to the door.

When I saw her at mass soon after that, she asked me to come back to her office. She proceeded to tell me that she had been called to marry Jim and be faithful, and that she would like me to respect that and not pursue her anymore, since she had a clear weakness and wouldn't be able to say no. I assured her that I wished the best for her and would keep our relationship purely professional.

Libby and Jim got married about three months later, and six months after that she was reassigned to a parish about an hour away.

I didn't see Libby for three years.

That reunion will be the subject of a future story.

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