The Pastor's Son Bundle: Two Short Erotic Tales

by Alexandrinha Abbott

  I gasped, wanting more and wanting to push him away at the same time. “You’re father’s coming,” I said.

  “Are you?” he replied.

  I watched in horror as long footsteps brought Jimmy’s father closer to where we sat. At the same time, Jimmy was bringing me closer to climaxing with his fingers deep inside me. I was so close but not close enough.

  “Here,” he said. “This should help.” He pressed his thumb against my clitoris and rubbed it firmly while he plunged his fingers in and out of my snatch to the rhythm of some unheard beat. “Are you close?” he asked.

  “So close. Oh, so close.” My pussy burst into a series of quick spasms that squeezed his fingers. I looked out the car window. The pastor was so close that I could see the whites of his eyes.

  “Bye, Dad,” Jimmy yelled. He pulled his fingers from my snatch and waggled them at his father. His father waved back, completely unaware of what had just happened.

  As for me, my legs were definitely jelly, and there’s no way I could have stood upright even if I tried. Fortunately, I didn’t have to.

  Jimmy turned the key in the ignition and shoved the Camaro into drive. Waving his wet, glistening fingers at his father one more time, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward my house.

  We rode in silence, holding hands, until we pulled up to the sidewalk in front of my family’s home.

  “Ready to go inside and finish what we started?” he asked.

  The truth was that I longed to finish what we had started back on his father’s desk in the church basement, but I was a little tired of Jimmy talking about nothing but sex. “Is there any chance you could think about something else for five minutes?” I asked, growing annoyed. “You know you’re going to get laid. I don’t understand why you have to mention it every thirty seconds.”

  “Don’t be silly,” he said. “I definitely don’t mention it every thirty seconds, and you’re not complaining when you’re clamping your knees into my ears and digging your fingernails into my back. Don’t bother telling me you don’t like it. You like it more than I do.”

  I had to admit defeat, at least partially. “I don’t know if I like it more than you do, but I do like it. I can’t lie.”

  “You could lie,” he said, “but I would never believe you anyway. Besides, we have reached our destination.” He jumped from the driver’s seat and ran around to open my door. Jimmy always opened my door in a hurry. It was like he was afraid I’d open it myself and he would lose chivalry points.

  I climbed out of the Camaro. It wasn’t difficult, but the low height of the car made it impossible to exit gracefully in a dress especially without underwear.

  When I stood, I was grateful to discover that my legs had stopped trembling enough to carry my weight. Hand in hand, we walked to the front door.

  “Do you think your parents are home?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Good. That makes it more interesting.”

  We walked inside and sneaked up the stairs to my bedroom. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lock on my door. Even though I was technically an adult at the age of eighteen, I had just as little privacy as when I was twelve.

  I shut the door behind us. “Maybe we should push the bureau up against the door,” I suggested.

  “That’s not a very good idea,” he said. “They would hear us moving furniture around here and wonder what we were doing.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. By the time he released his grip, I had broken out in hot flashes that pulsed through my body until they reached the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet and the crown of my head. “You’re all flushed and pink,” he said. “I like it.”

  When he tried to push me onto the bed, I protested. “You know the bed squeaks,” I scolded.

  “That’s right.” He paused to think for a moment. “Get on your knees on the floor.”

  I obediently dropped to my hands and knees on the plush pink carpet that was the exact shade of rose as the inside of my pussy. I knew this because I had compared the two in my hand mirror after Jimmy pointed out the similarity.

  He knelt behind me, placing his hands on my hips.

  I was acutely aware that my inelegant position had forced the swell of my dress away from my lower half, and my underwear were still tucked inside the depths of my purse. My pussy and the place between my buttocks were completely exposed, not to mention my buttocks themselves.

  “I’m not comfortable,” I complained. “I don’t like it when you can look inside my butt.”

  He stifled a laugh. “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t look inside your butt.”

  I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. Then I felt the head of his cock push against my opening from behind. For a moment, I felt the bluntness of his flesh graze the tiny puckered hole that was still off limits to him. I wondered whether it was an accident or he was just testing the waters.

  Either way, he quickly moved to the authorized hole and barreled his way inside without further finesse. It didn’t matter. I was as wet and slippery as could be. My pussy had been leaking since the incident in the church basement. Nothing further was required.

  His body folded around mine in the shape of the letter C. I could feel his flat belly pressed against my back and his hands on my hips. He was deep inside me.

  The angle always made him feel bigger, which strange considering he was already abnormally large. With me on all fours and him behind me, the walls of my pussy felt tighter than ever. My pink canal felt shortened so that he rammed my cervix with every stroke. It was painful, but it was very, very hot to have him so deep within me.

  Behind me, he let out a grunt.

  “Shush,” I hissed. Someone will hear you.

  “It’s Sunday morning,” he replied. “They’ll still be sleeping when they should be in church like us.”

  “We’re not in church,” I said unnecessarily.

  “We already put in our church time,” he replied. “Now, it’s our time.” He fell silent to concentrate on his thrusts, which was all for the best anyhow.

  I forced myself to be quiet, pressing my lips together hard and hoping that my closed mouth would keep my moans from escaping. It felt good, not orgasm good, but good enough.

  Jimmy moved one hand from my hip and slid it around the curve of my body. I knew exactly where he was going even before he reached the place between my legs that housed the most sensitive spot on my body.

  His fingers knew the exact pattern, the combination that would unlock my pleasure. Those talented fingers moved, stroked, fluttered and massaged my clitoris until my aching, needy body couldn’t take it for a moment longer.

  “Oh, it’s happening,” I groaned.

  “What’s happening?” he asked, teasing. He knew exactly what was happening. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m coming,” I said.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He moved his fingers faster and pounded into me with the regularity of a metronome ticking out some unknown beat until finally I exploded against him, beneath him and surrounding him. Every ounce of my being felt the power of my climax, and I nearly sank to the floor underneath us.

  “Hey, don’t go anywhere.” He picked up his pace, slamming into me hard and fast now. His breath quickened to match his pace until finally he came inside me with an audible grunt that I hoped no one else would hear.

  There was a knock on the door. “Are you okay?” It was my mother.

  “I’m fine,” I chirped in a sing-songy manner. “Everything’s fine. I’ll be right out.”

  “I thought I heard something,” my mother said.

  “It wasn’t me.” I was still on my hands and knees. Jimmy’s cock was inside me. I prayed she wouldn’t open the door. Finally, I heard her footsteps heading away from my room. Then her shoes clacked down the stairs. We were safe.

  Jimmy withdrew his soggy cock and stuffed it back into his pants. It fit there more comfortably now that it was greatly d
iminished. “You still owe me a blowjob,” he said.

  “Okay. Thanks for the reminder.” My knees were creased and pink. The texture from my carpet was imprinted on the skin. I tried to rub it away. “How am I going to get you out of here?” I asked.

  “How about if we just go downstairs together, the picture of innocence, as if we have nothing to hide?”

  “That doesn’t sound like a good plan, but it’s better than my plan,” I said.

  “What’s your plan?”

  “I don’t have one.” Looking in the mirror, I straightened out my hair and makeup. I reached into my bedside drawer for a fresh, clean pair of underwear. Within seconds of putting them on, they were sticky and wet. I sighed. It would have to do for now.

  Taking a deep breath, I swung my bedroom door open and led Jimmy down the stairs.

  “Hey, Mom,” I said. I kept my voice cheerful, hoping that I sounded innocent and carefree. “Is it okay if Jimmy stays for lunch?”

  “I didn’t realize Jimmy was here,” she said. “Was he in your room with you?”

  “Oh, yes,” I said, “but only for a minute. We just got back from church.”

  “That’s right.” Her expression softened. “So how was church today?”

  “It was very nice,” Jimmy answered. “You should come with us sometime. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “Thank you for the invitation. You’re right. I really should go with you sometime. To be honest with you, I don’t know whether I can give up sleeping late on Sunday mornings. It’s a tough habit to break.”

  “I understand,” Jimmy said. “If my father wasn’t the pastor, I’m sure that I would give in to the temptation of hitting the snooze button until the entire service was over.” He laughed, and my mother laughed with him.

  We sat down to a breakfast of cereal with milk. It was good enough. When we were finished, my mother went back upstairs to bed with the excuse that she only got one day per week to sleep in. My father had been called in to work unexpectedly, and my mother wanted to enjoy having the entire bed to herself.

  That was fine with me. It meant I got to have Jimmy all to myself. As soon as my mother disappeared up the stairs, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him on the lips.

  “Whoa,” he said. “I told you that you can’t get enough.” He smiled, but he pushed me away. “Unfortunately, I don’t have anything left to give you. You’ll have to wait for me to recharge.”

  “Come on,” I said boldly. “You’re young. You’re strong. You just ate breakfast. I’m sure you’re up to the task.”

  “Nope,” he said. “You’re just going to have to wait. Just be thankful you don’t have to take a number.”

  “Hey, that was mean.” I punched him in the arm, and he winced.

  “Sorry,” he said. He didn’t look contrite at all. “Thanks for breakfast. I’ve got to run.”

  “Already?” I didn’t want to see him go, but I definitely wanted to get back upstairs and take a shower.

  “I’ll pick you up for church next Sunday.” He winked.

  “That’s fine,” I said. “Wait. Does that mean I won’t see you between now and Sunday?”

  “Well, that depends on what you have to offer.” He licked his lips.

  “I’ve already given you everything I have to offer,” I said. “You seemed to like it at the time. So I can offer you more of the same.” I flashed him a smile and hoped there wasn’t any Raisin Bran stuck between my teeth.

  “There’s one thing you haven’t given me,” he said.

  “I know. I know. I still owe you a blowjob.”

  “You’ve got a point, but that’s not it.”

  “What is it then?”

  “I want to put it in your butt.”

  “What? No,” I said. “I knew you were poking around down there on purpose. If I don’t even want you looking at it, what makes you think I want you jamming your rod inside it? That’s where I draw the line.”

  “Don’t look at me like that, Susan,” he said. “I’ll make you love it. You’ll see.”

  “We’ll see,” I said.

  “That’s what I said. We’ll see.” Sometimes his stubbornness was endearing. This wasn’t one of those times. “I’ve got to run. Don’t worry. I’ll call you.” He stood and leaned over to kiss my forehead. Now, that was endearing.

  I followed him to the door. Then I watched him as he climbed behind the wheel of his Camaro and pulled away from the curb. I waved until he was out of sight.

  Once he was gone, I went inside the house, cleaned up the kitchen and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I finally pulled the white dress over my head. The hem was slightly stained so I dropped it in the clothes hamper. It was nothing that a little soap and water couldn’t cure.

  I removed my bra and panties. Those went into the wash on top of the dress that I had worn to church. I’d been wearing the underwear for less than an hour, and they were already soaked through and through.

  There was a door between my bedroom and the bathroom. I stepped through it, turned on the shower and thought about Jimmy while I waited for the water to warm up. He was totally out of control, and I couldn’t get enough.

  I stepped into the shower. It seemed like I always did my best thinking under the hot spray of water, especially when I was thinking about Jimmy. I shampooed my hair, conditioned it and detangled my long locks all while on autopilot.

  Maybe the reason why I didn’t hear the bathroom door open had something to do with the rushing water, or maybe it had to do with the fact that I was deep in thought. Either way, I didn’t know that Jimmy had entered the room until he was standing naked behind me in the shower.

  I gasped. “You can’t be here. What are you doing?”

  “Your mother is determined to spend the day sleeping, and your father is off at work. There’s no better time than now to take a shower with you.” He grinned his wicked grin, and I couldn’t resist.

  “Okay. You can shower with me, but you do have to leave afterward. It would have been okay if you had stayed after breakfast, but only if you stayed fully dressed and dry. I can’t have you walking around the house with wet hair. It would be like sending a smoke signal telling everyone what we did.”

  “Who’s everyone? Like I said, your mother is in bed, and your father isn’t home. It’s just you and me. We can do whatever we want.”

  “What is it that we want?” I asked. “The last I’d heard, you had nothing left to give.”

  “I changed my mind. While I was driving home, thinking of you, my cock got a second wind. Take a look for yourself.” He didn’t have to invite me to look. I had noticed it on my own. Jimmy was standing at full attention, at least from the waist down.

  “You’re such a bad boy.”

  “You’re such a good girl. That’s why I need you. You help balance me out. Now, bend over.” He used his hands on my waist to spin me around so that I was facing away from him.

  I leaned forward, placing my hands on the slippery edge of the bathtub. Struggling to keep my balance, I prepared for what was coming next. “Stay away from my butthole,” I hissed.

  “Oh, I will for today at least. I promise.” He rested one hand on my back, the other hand on the wall of the shower.

  Water ran down my face as my head hung toward the shower drain. I was spluttering and spitting the water that gushed into my nostrils and mouth, but when he pressed inside me, I immediately gasped and moaned. It was like turning on a light switch: instant gratification.

  He pounded hard against me, threatening to knock me over with every stroke. My arms grew tired and cramped from the effort of holding myself steady under his movements. It was difficult to stay in place. I locked my elbows and scrabbled for purchase on the slippery porcelain.

  Behind me, Jimmy bounced against my ass. I could feel his wet balls slapping against my skin every time he thrust inside me. I could even hear the sound of skin on skin faintly over the sound of rushing water.

  My swolle
n clitoris ached to be touched and rubbed, but I needed both of my hands to keep my balance. Apparently, Jimmy needed both of his hands, too. He didn’t touch me down there in the place that I thought of as a multiplier. Penetration plus clitoral stimulation were a magical combination.

  Just as I had given up hope that he would touch me in the right spot, he found my throbbing clitoris with his fingers and circled the flesh until I began to twitch.

  My body’s involuntary movements were nearly enough to throw me off balance, but I managed not to fall even as the blood rushed to my head and my pussy for very different reasons.

  I came hard and quick. Then Jimmy pulled me toward him and came deep inside me. We were both fulfilled yet again, and I credited youth and clean living for his almost miraculous recovery time.

  We didn’t speak afterward. I didn’t say anything for fear that my mother would hear from her place down the hallway, but I don’t know why he was silent. I didn’t ask. Maybe it was the same reason. It made sense.

  After we soaped, lathered and rinsed every part of our bodies from head to toe, I turned off the water. One at a time, we stepped from the tub.

  I handed him a towel, and we dried off in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence; it was just silence, comfortable and companionable. He dressed back up in his church clothes and I tiptoed naked into my bedroom to change into a t-shirt and yoga pants.

  “You’re insatiable,” I said.

  “I know, and you haven’t seen everything yet,” he replied. “There are so many things I want to show you.”

  “If they involve my rear passage, then you can count me out,” I said.

  “They don’t all involve your rear passage,” he said.

  “Well, that’s comforting. So are you staying or leaving?”

  “I thought I’d stay for a little while. We can cuddle. I’ll leave before your mother wakes up or your father comes home.”

  “Okay,” I agreed. “It’s a deal.”

  We lay on the bed together. He held me and kissed my hair. I felt like I was on top of the world, but I couldn’t help but wonder what type of things he wanted to show me. By now, I was practically an expert myself. I was a good student.