For those of you who saw the first installment of Pastor Thomas' Last Friday, you know the circumstances that led to the lecherous abuse of a young girl who came to her father confessor for absolution of her sins. For the newcomers, I will only say that this miscreant does not represent any known religious order. Pastor Thomas is a degenerate cleric of my own invention and should not be construed to reflect negatively on anyone's religious affiliation, belief or custom. That said, read on…..
After the young girl had left the senior pastor's study, Pastor Thomas sat for a moment, enjoying the pleasant ache in his testicles as they valiantly strove to refill the reservoir of semen the 54 year-old had just emptied into the mouth of his young penitent. In his younger days, this task could have been accomplished in less than an hour but now, in his advanced years, it would take a bit longer, or so he thought.
He left the senior pastor's study, only glancing back for a moment, thinking that this was surely the last time he would ever see or touch those hundreds and hundreds of hallowed tomes that filled the shelves lining the walls of this cloistered sanctuary. As he walked down to his own little nook of an office, which he shared with the sexton, he realized that everything he did today was probably his last experience as a pastor of St. Benecine, or of any religious order for that matter. He opened the door to his office with a heavy sigh. Once the committee of inquiry announced their decision, all this would be gone; the deference of the congregation, the perks of the profession, and the status of a pastor, so dearly sought after and so clearly unwarranted in his case.
He plopped down in his squeaky old office chair and shuffled through some correspondence that now bore no urgency of reply. "What's the point," he thought to himself? Once his status as a pastor unfrocked, banished and excommunicated became known, who would care to correspond with him on any subject? His melancholy was interrupted by a knock on the office door.
"Pastor Thomas," a soft female voice asked as a head bearing very long blond hair peeked around the door. "Good grief," he thought to himself, "not another one!"
As the young lady entered his dingy room, he perked up a bit. He could not recall having seen this one before, anywhere in the church or at the youth activities. The girl was unusually tall, probably six feet in her socks. The long blonde hair framed an angular face, highlighted by two enormous green eyes. She was slender to say the least. Virtually no bosom was visible under her T shirt. She wore typical jeans and sandals and carried a ratty looking book bag.
"Come in, my child," he said as she quietly closed the door. The only other chair in the room was the sexton's straight back wooden antique. "Please sit down. Do I know you?"
"Well, I don't know. We just joined the church a few weeks ago. My name is Rose."
Pastor Thomas was momentarily taken aback by the classic beauty of this girl and he searched his memory, trying to think of that particular Sunday when newcomers are urged to come forward and join the church. Then something clicked in his head.
"Oh yes, you must be Clarence Petals' daughter, Clarence who runs the appliance store on Walnut Avenue."
"Yes, that's right. People always think my name is cute, Rose Petals." She giggled a typical teenage girl's laugh and smiled, showing a row of blazing white teeth.
"So," sighed Pastor Thomas, "what can I do for you? You know it's getting late. Shouldn't you be home for supper by now?"
The young woman looked down at the floor and hesitated a moment.
"I was just talking to Mary L___ a little while ago. She and I have become very good buddies. We keep no secrets. We share everything now and I knew she was upset about what happened after the prom last weekend. She said that after she talked to you, she felt like a new person, as though a terrible pain had been wiped off her soul."
Pastor Thomas stiffened with shock. "My God," he thought, "I told that girl to keep her mouth shut and ten minutes after she leaves, she blabs the whole thing." His panic was lessened a bit when he considered that whatever Mary accused him of, he could deny it to any and all who cared. And after tomorrow, it wouldn't matter anyway what people thought.
"Well, my dear," he forced himself with great effort to utter in a low and calm voice, "just what did she tell you?"
"Well, she said that you had a special way of getting rid of her shame and worry over her committing a terrible sin. She told me how you delivered a 'holy essence' and that after she drank it down, she felt so much better. It was like she was a new person."
"That's true, what she said, but that was a very special and secret ritual that we pastors reserve for only very unusual circumstances. She was told not to reveal this to anyone. But how is this of any interest to you?"
There was another long pause and then Rose looked at the old man's face with those big green eyes and began in a low but steady voice.
"Because I'm so tall and skinny and something of brainiac, I don't get to date much. In fact, I haven't had a date since my sophomore year. I had to go to a dance with my cousin because no one asked me. Now that I'm a senior, I thought maybe I could go to the prom, maybe even double date with Mary and Derek. But no one asked me. I dropped some really big hints with a couple of guys but they just laughed. One of them said he wouldn't go to a dog fight with bean stalk like me. I was really hurt but there was nothing I could do. No way was I going to take my geeky cousin."
"Then my half-brother Dale called our house about something. He is a freshman at Dalton University. My mom mentioned that I was down in the dumps because I didn't have a date for the prom. He said that his fraternity was having a keg party the same night and I could come if I wanted to. Since I'm eighteen now and it's legal to drink beer in Wisconsin, my mom said it would be ok if he promised to look out for me. I was so excited. I was going to go to a party with a bunch of college guys! The night of the prom, Dale picked me up and we drove over to his fraternity house. It was so cool. They had decorated everything like a country farm with hay bales and milk cans and even an old barn door. There were lots of guys and girls there, all dressed up in coveralls, kerchiefs and straw sun hats. We danced and played lots of silly games and I was having a great time. "
" Then Dale said that we were going to play a trivia game where the guys would ask the girls questions and which ever girl got the most correct answers, would get a special prize. I guess those sorority girls aren't too bright because I won the contest very easily. There was big crown placed on my head and a necklace made to look like a horse collar. It was like I was the big hit of the party. I guess I started drinking a lot then. They kept bringing me drinks to toast my victory. It was getting late and I told Dale that maybe he should take me home. Some of the college guys were hitting on me pretty heavy. "
She added with a smirk, "I have to admit I enjoyed the attention. "
"Then Dale told me that I was due one more honor. He told me that I got to sit at the 'Glory Hole'. I had no idea what that was but I was pretty drunk by then and was ready to agree to anything. He led me to this little room, more like a closet and sat me down on a low bench. There was only one little light in the room and I could hardly see. Dale said that it was now my chance to be the hit of the party by being the
"Princess of the Glory Hole". He closed the door and I just sat there, kind of woozy.
Then I noticed a hole in the wall, just about eye level. I started to peek through the hole when all of a sudden, this penis appeared in the hole! I was so shocked, I didn't know what to say or do. Then someone on the other side of the wall said, 'Start sucking, Princess. Show us what a royal cock sucker you are.'"
