This story is irreverent and may offend some of you. Apologies in advance. To the rest of you, I have a few other parts following. Stay tuned.
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I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have a wonderful life, doing work that is fulfilling and making a real difference in people's lives. I'm the pastor of a smallish church in a midwestern city. I'm not married, no kids, so my work is my life.
The amazing thing about being a pastor is that people share their lives, their most intimate thoughts and feelings with me, trusting me to guide them in the right direction, towards salvation and peace. I'm happy to help, but I have to admit that my methods are not always traditional. My church is independent from any denomination, so I have some latitude on what I teach, both from the pulpit and in counseling with my flock.
Which leads me to my story. One of the things that I require from people who want to marry is that we have several sessions of pre-marital counseling. I want to help them to understand what they are getting into, so we talk about communication, finances, etc. It's true that I'm not married but I've worked with enough struggling couples to know some of the pitfalls that engaged couples need to talk about before they wed. I would much rather call off an engagement than to have to deal with a bad marriage when I know that I can help them.
When it comes to sex, however, I prefer to meet with the two people individually, so that I can keep them from an embarrassing situation. I want them to be able to talk about issues without worrying about what their future spouse is thinking. If the man is in into panties and corsets, then I would rather not him tell me while his future wife is sitting there. It just makes life easier. You might think that I'm kidding but I've had some really weird shit come out during these sessions. Ah, but that's a story for another time. I'll just say that I'm not shocked by anything anymore.
I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm in my late forties, but I work very hard to stay in shape. I'm 6-2, about 190 pounds. I keep my weight in control by swimming and biking. I'm strong but not muscle bound. And I keep my stomach tight so that I look good in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, and my cock is a nice cut 7 inches. Big enough to impress but not freakish. People always want to know about a guy's cock.
Tonight, I'm going to meet with a man who is hoping to marry soon. Tim and Carrie are a very cute couple, both in their early twenties. Carrie is fucking beautiful, to be honest. She wears dresses most of the time, as do most of the women in our church. It's not a sin for a woman to wear pants but it's become an understanding that God smiles down on feminine women. By the way, we also expect our young people to be virgins when they marry. I know that's not realistic in this day and age, but I think it's good to hold that standard so that they limit their sexual activities prior to marriage. They can fuck like rabbits after the wedding, but they should keep themselves pure before the wedding.
Carrie has a body that makes men weep with joy. She's petite, maybe 5-2, 110 pounds, but full of energy. The room lights up when she enters. Long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and tits that sit high and proud on her chest. And her legs aren't long but they are perfectly shaped. Toned and firm and smooth as silk. She's virginal but you can just tell that she's a wild fuck when she gets you in bed.
Carrie plays piano sometimes in church, and it's erotic to watch her play. She makes love to the keys, like she is teasing them into an orgasmic event. By the time she finishes, I swear most of the men in the congregation will have hardons from just watching her work. And maybe most of the women are wet, who knows. No one is immune from her sexual energy.
But away from the piano, she seems like the perfect little virgin. Daddy's little girl, sweet and innocent. Watching her, you would imagine that she never even thinks about sex. But God that piano playing is so fucking hot. It's like she has a vibrator on the bench, and she's just riding it while we watch. I've never seen anything like it.
Tim is the perfect complement to her. He's tall and handsome, with blue eyes and short brown hair. High school quarterback for the conference champions, scholarship to a small Christian college. Tim, honestly, looks like a younger version of me. My size, my body shape. But we aren't related, not at all. It's just a weird coincidence. I've always had a special place in my heart for both of them.
If men lust after Carrie, I'm sure their wives fantasize about having Tim in between their legs, pounding away at them while their husbands are at work. Tim looks like the kind of guy that has everything going for him in this world, and marrying Carrie is just part of that whole package. She was the head cheerleader for their high school and they were high school sweethearts. They are heading into their last year of college and want to get married before they start their senior years.
However, Tim is not the smartest guy you will ever meet. Oh, he has a great personality and I'm sure he will be a top-notch salesman when he graduates, but you wouldn't ask him to write a speech for you, that's for sure. Still, I love him and hope that the two of them are insanely happy and have lots of perfect little children.
When I do these one-on-one sessions, I probe into their sexual activities and try to find out if they have any potential issues that I need to help them through. When Tim comes in, I give a hug and invite him to sit down on the couch next to my chair. I offer him a drink (which he declines) and we start chatting.
I dive right in. "Tim, you and Carrie have been dating for quite some time. I'm sure that you two have engaged in some sexual activities. How far have you gone with her? Have you had sexual intercourse with her?"
Tim blushes. "No sir! We are both virgins and plan to stay that way until we are married!"
"So, what have you done? Have you seen her naked?"
"Naked? No sir. Not completely naked."
"Have you seen her naked breasts?"
He blushed again, "Well, yes." I respond, "And you have fondled and suckled on her breasts?"
He nods, slowly. "Yes sir, we have sinned in that way."
"Have you seen her feminine parts? Has she ever removed her panties in your presence?"
He nods, slowly. Head down, embarrassed.
"And have you touched her there? Have you brought her to orgasm with your hands?"
"No, I've never brought her to orgasm. But yes, I've touched her pu, I mean her vagina."
"And has she seen you naked? Has she ever brought you to orgasm?"
He is blushing fiercely. "Yes, sir, pastor. She has given me orgasms from time to time."
"With her hands, or did she use her mouth as well?"
"She has done both, pastor. I'm so ashamed that I'm so weak, but yes, I've had orgasms from her mouth and hands."
"So have you both been naked together? Have your intimate parts touched together at all?"
"No, pastor, we have never been naked together. She always makes me leave her panties on. I've only touched her inside her panties."