Nasty Pastor

After Sunday School, the pastor’s daughter ran up to us.

Out smoking by the butt can, she was excited, and shaking her phone. “Hey you guys, check this out!”

She hit play, and we took her phone, to hold it between us. Her mom came in, with her head down, and Pastor looked up in his chair. We could just see the back of his head, and his chair, but there’s no mistaking that bald spot.

From the way he slicked his hair back to cover it, like we can’t see that shining through. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“What the hell is this?” I couldn’t believe it.

She just giggled, “Watch.” Wide eyes, and grinning with so much blush on her face, I thought it might be makeup. It wasn’t but her mom is.

Pretty much what you’d imagine from a Pastor’s wife. Big hair domed out with some kind of product, so it doesn’t move. Even when it hits something, you could probably knock on it, and I suspect it would make this sound like a wooden bell. A lot of makeup, not like her daughter, but the same nice modest church clothes, and big tits.

“We’re not even Catholic.”

“Oh, I know. It’s just part of the game they play. See?” She took her phone, and ran it back. “You missed that part.”

She nodded, and Mrs. (Okay, I don’t want to name names, for obvious reasons. So, I’m just gonna say Mrs…) De Vos said “It’s been 1 week.” She held up her finger, “Since my last confession.”

“Where’d you get this?” She went back to unbuttoning her blouse, to show her cleavage again. Since she ran it back, but okay. They’re married, and have kids. So obviously, they had sex, some time. That just left their daughter showing us their sex tape, and that’s not makeup. It spread, even farther down her neck.

Then, her dad grunted. “Uh huh?” On speaker phone, and leaned back on his chair. Rolled back from his desk so she could come around. Squeezing her bra together, then she let go.

“I’ve been having very, veery Dirty thoughts.” She dragged out the verys, even more the second time, and the way she said Dirty was well. About as dirty as you could say it, but then she let go, and her boobs hung free. Spread out a little, but she held on to the buckles, and pulled them out to spread her shirt.

“Huh,” he looked down, and his elbows stuck out, but he was pretty obviously getting his pants open, and he didn’t say anything. He’s a pastor, so he talks real loud. So, you can hear him in the back of the prayer hall, and he doesn’t even need a microphone.

“I bet you’re real hard, huh?” Their daughter untucked her shirt, and twisted around, with her arms behind her back.

“Yeah, you wanna see?” My friend rubbed his crotch, right next to me, and I backed away. Looked down, and threw out my butt before it burned my fingers, but she’s not a teenager, yet. She’s 12, last time checked, and yeah she’s got this big party planned for her 13th birthday, but.

It’s really hard to believe this is happening. I’m not dreaming, she really recorded her folks playing sex games to show us, and get us hard, for what? Sex? Surely she’s not ready for sex, but then he got his pants open, and she stuck his hand in her fly. “Ooh, it is really hard!” She looked up, and grinned, eyes going even wider, so they bulged a little. “And big.”

“I’m just,” I still had my phone in my hand, but he looked over, and she giggled. Taking his hand off her pants, and pushing them up under her blouse.

“Go spank it, real quick.” He told me, and Mrs. De Vos was up on the desk, with her feet up on his lap, and I still couldn’t see much around the back of the chair, but her dress was hiked up, and she dug her fingernails into her pantie hose, to rip them wide open.

Also, she didn’t have any underpants on, nor any pubic hair.

“Huh!” I just ducked around the corner, and kept a lookout, but I didn’t want to see his dick. He obviously didn’t want to pull it out in front of me, and I really appreciate it, but. I can’t believe she shaved her pubes, let alone scooting up to the end of the desk, and jamming her husband’s face down between her legs.

“Uh!” I flipped the phone over, and looked for a speaker to cover up. Then, I had to pause it, and figure out how to turn off the Speaker phone.

“Agl guk guk guk guk!”

Sure enough, she was deep throating, and holding onto his pockets. Yeah, he had her head in both hands, but she could push him off if she wanted, and she wasn’t choking. She was deep throating like a pro, or at least a porn star.

Okay, probably not, because that would be child porn, and if she wanted to do that. She wouldn’t have showed us her folks’. Well, I looked back, and just hit the Speaker button, next to Play. That muted it, so I looked around, and tapped the screen before I went back to see what happened next.

She had her legs up, and her heels crossed over his back. She played with his bald spot, but that was weird, and kind of promising at the same time? My dad has a cul de sac, but he just keeps the horseshoe trimmed neatly. I have to admit, I’m checking my hairline now. Nothing to worry about yet, but I felt my cow lick. Just to make sure it didn’t get any larger, since the last time I checked.

Maybe I should grow it out, long enough to slick back. So people will get used to me having that hair cut, before I have something to cover up. Comb over, though dad didn’t bother, and mom thinks it’s sexy. I don’t get it, but I don’t get a lot about this stuff, and maybe it’s time I start thinking about it. Seriously.

He came out, tucking in his shirt, and I grabbed his arm real quick.

“Don’t touch me, f.”

“Sh! Just do me a favor, and hang out a minute.” I looked back, but she had her shirt up, to wipe off her face, and abs. “I watched out for you, just to make sure nobody came around, and caught you with her.”

But I was practically throbbing in my pants, and even if she was satisfied, maybe she’d hang out long enough to answer some questions. Like, does her mom wear the pants in the family?

“All right, man.” he patted my shoulder, and snapped his fingers. “Gimme the smokes.”

“Oh, right.” I fished them out, but now she was twisting around to pull her bra straps back, under her shirt. I assume, that’s what she was doing in the first place. Unhooking her bra, then hooking it back up, again.

“Hey, uh.” I’m just going to say, “Sarah.” She kinda looks like a young, short Sarah Palin, now that I checked her out. We’re not Evangelical, Catholic, nor even Baptist. I hate to call us a Progressive Christian fellowship, but politically? We acknowledge that some people are born homosexual, and leave them alone. We accept our lesbian member, she’s single, but the other wymyn aren’t interested, and that’s okay. As far as I know, she’s not dating anyone in, or out of the congregation. “Here’s your phone.”

Abortions? Happen, so we’re not Zero Tolerance about it. Yeah, it’s murder of an innocent child, but if the mother’s life is in danger, or it’s the product of incest. There’s some sort of birth defects, so it might not have a great life anyway. We’re willing to compromise, is what I’m saying. Is that Moderate? We’re still fairly conservative, but we understand, that things can happen, to change the situation.

“You get off watching my mom pussywhipping my dad?”

“No, but. That’s what it is, huh? I wasn’t sure, but. Hahahah!” I just laughed it off, nervously.

“What?”

“I don’t know, what do you call it?”

“BDSM?” She nodded. “Yeah, they have a dungeon, and everything.”

“Huh!” That’s not what I was expecting her to say! Although, I had seen her mother’s boots. And heels, but especially the boots she wore when it rained, or snowed. Maybe she got them for Christmas, I don’t know, but I remember the foot-prints she left in the snow. The high heels clacking down the hall, and even straightening up, because we knew she was coming.

“She’s got great tits, huh?” She checked where I got in the video, but you could barely see them peeking out her open top. Is that a girdle, or a corset?

I shook my head, “She’s got incredible legs, and look at those heels she’s wearing.” Still crossed behind his neck, and holding his head in place. At least that’s what it looks like.

She looked up at my face, back and forth, eye to eye.

“What?”

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to be submissive would you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I looked back at the corner, and I couldn’t see him. “About that.”

She took my hand. “You want to come over tonight, and find out?”

“Oh, okay.” I thought, “You wouldn’t happen to have any high heels like that?” She’s still really short, but I’ve only ever seen her in flats.

“Let me see what I can get out of my closet. Come on.”

“Oh, okay.”

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