The day Pastor Francis Carter decided the Bible was a forged book and Jesus didn’t give a fuck about him or anyone else, he cried at first, but then through the veil of tears came another emotion. It all became so clear and obvious—he would run his church like a cult.
He had taken the job as pastor of St. John’s Methodist Church in the hopes of finding God. He’d seen many churches before, but none were quite right. The one that stuck out to him was St. John’s because it offered an open-minded and accepting congregation. They taught tolerance for other religions and weren’t afraid to share their beliefs with others. He liked the idea of this church being different from any other religion he’d ever known.
Pastor Carter wanted to be a good man. One who tried to live by the word of God and do what was right. But there is only one way to truly know God, and that is through the Scriptures. So when he accepted the position at St. John’s, he knew exactly how he would run things. He would not turn people away. If they believed in God and wished to worship Him, then he would welcome them into his church.
After the first few weeks of meeting with the congregation, Pastor Carter received feedback on his methods from several members. They told him that although they liked that he made them feel welcome, he should still follow the rules set forth in the Bible. These women complained that he spoke too freely about topics such as sex and money. They said he was making them uncomfortable. He assured them that these subjects were relevant to everyday life and that everyone needed to learn more about them if they wanted to have a better relationship with Christ.
“But pastor, with all due respect, do you think it’s okay to preach about wives giving their husbands a proper blowjob so they won’t cheat?” One of the women, Sister Turling, asked.
Pastor Carter thought back to the scripture that stated, “And I also say unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” He replied, “Yes, Sister Turling, it’s definitely okay.”
She looked at him and frowned. “Then why haven’t we done it yet? We haven’t even tried!”
Pastor Carter smiled and said, “I’m sure you’re tired of reading the same passages over and over again. I understand how tedious it can be, but you need to read those scriptures often. You don’t want to forget what they mean and how important they are. And besides, you’ll never know until you try.”
“Why does God care about us doing oral sex?” Turling asked.
“Because He wants us to love each other,” he answered.
“Is this some kind of new doctrine?” she inquired.
“No, Sister Turling, this is just a little something I learned from reading the truth of God’s word.”
“Well, then why aren’t we following your teachings now?”
Pastor Carter sighed and admitted, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to speak to you about this.” He leans in with a sly smile. Sister Turling wasn’t the most beautiful, but she had a mouth and a tongue. The pastor felt his cock twitching as he chose his next words carefully. “I think you should practice on me before beginning to please your husband. It would make it much easier for both of us to understand exactly what you expect from your man.”
Sister Turling blushed deeply. She stuttered, “N-n-no, Pastor Carter. That’s not necessary. I’ll read it and learn it myself.”
Pastor Carter continued, “Of course you can and you will. But until you do, I believe it would be best for everyone involved if you got some practice under your belt.”
Sister Turling looked at him with wide eyes. “Y-you mean…?”
“Yes, Sister Turling. I think you should start with me.”
She swallowed hard and said, “I-I-I can’t.”
“Why not?” he asked.
She averted her gaze and said, “It’s just that… Well, I mean, you’re married.”
Pastor Carter smiled at her. “Yes, I am. But I’m also a man. And we men like to put our dicks in whatever hole we can get them in.”
She shook her head and said, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, forgive me. I must have misunderstood you.”
She looked at him with a pout and said, “No, you didn’t misunderstand anything. I’m not going to do that.”
Pastor Carter laughed and said, “Okay, then. I guess we’ll stick to the scripture.”
“What?!” she exclaimed.
“You heard me,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I really feel as though you need to practice on someone. I hope you don’t mind.”
Sister Turling clenched her fists and stood up. “I’m going to go outside for a minute, Pastor Carter.” She walked towards the door, stopped, turned around, and shouted, “I don’t care if you’re married; you can’t order me to do that!”
Pastor Carter laughed and waved for her to come back.
Immediately after she exited the room, he grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. As the blood flowed down his shaft, he imagined himself taking Sister Turling’s pussy. He pictured her luscious lips wrapped tightly around his cock while he slid into her warm depths. He could hear her moan as he filled her pussy with his seed. He imagined her thrusting her hips forward as she rode him, begging for more.
His balls contracted and his dick began to throb. He grabbed some tissues and wiped the cum dripping from his cock. He didn’t think it was possible, but he shot a load twice as big as before! He cleaned up quickly and went back to the meeting.
Later that night, Sister Turling was sitting alone in her house, thinking about Pastor Carter’s request. She was lying on her bed, naked, stroking her clit. Her thoughts were consumed with the image of him penetrating her from behind. She was so wet already that she couldn’t wait to finally fulfill the request.
“I can’t believe he actually wanted to say yes,” she whispered to herself.
She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit. After a few minutes, she squirted all over the sheets.
The next evening was the women’s Bible study, and Sister Turling never missed a service. Before the first session began, Pastor Carter met with Sister Turling privately in his office.
“I’m glad to see you here,” he said.
“Thank you, Pastor Carter,” she replied.
“Listen, I want you to know that I don’t expect you to take this lightly. I realize you may feel uncomfortable.”
“Not at all,” she responded.
“Good. Then let’s begin.”
They sat across from each other at his desk. He opened his Bible and handed it to her. “I hope you’re ready, Sister Turling.”
She took the book and nodded.
“Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions. You answer them however you wish. The answers are up to you.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Do you masturbate?”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“How often?”
“Once or twice a week.”
“Are you satisfied with the frequency?”
“Well, I used to be. I haven’t been able to lately though, since I’m so busy with the church.”
“Have you ever been with another woman?”
“Yes, Pastor Carter. I’ve been with two girls before.”
“Did either of them touch you anywhere else?”
“Um… well, no, not really. We just kissed and touched each other’s breasts and stuff.”
“Were you satisfied with what happened?”
“Yes, I was. I never dreamed it would happen though.”
“Why did you agree to it?”
“I was curious. When I found out it was true, I was happy. It was some of the most incredible experiences I have ever had, but when I gave my life to Jesus, I knew it would be wrong to even fantasize about such a terrible sin.”
“That’s understandable. Would you ever consider being with another woman again?”
“I don’t know, Pastor Carter. I’ll pray about it.”
Pastor Carter smiled and said, “Alright, let’s move on.”
He flipped to the Book of Leviticus and began reading aloud. “And thou shalt not defile thyself for the dead, nor shall any flesh pass through thee to profane the name of thy God: I am Jehovah. And if a soul sins, commits any of these things which are forbidden to be done by the commandments of the Lord, though he knows it not, yet is he guilty, and shall bear his iniquity.”
Sister Turling stared at the page. She was shocked. This was the first time she had ever read Scripture aloud. It sounded strange, almost alien. The language was very formal and archaic. She wondered how anyone could read and believe in this book. Maybe Pastor was right. It might have been a male-written book. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it anymore.
“Do you understand what I just read?” Pastor Carter asked.
“Yes, Pastor Carter. I think so.”
“Well, here’s the thing, Sister Turling. There are many examples of both men and women making mistakes in the Bible. The only difference is that women aren’t punished as harshly as men because they are less likely to be educated. As a result, they weren’t given the opportunity to make choices. Men were taught to be strong and independent. They had to work hard to provide for their family, so they were also allowed to take sexual advantage of their wives without consequence. In fact, it was expected of them. But as you can see from this passage, women were not afforded the same privilege.”
“There are verses throughout the Bible that say you should honor your husband. It says a wife should submit to her husband’s leadership and authority. And a wife should always keep her body pure for her husband.”
Sister Turling looked at him with raised eyebrows. “So… What you’re saying is that I need to give my husband a blowjob?”
Pastor Carter leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Yes, Sister Turling. I’m saying that you should practice on me. Don’t you think it would be better if you knew exactly how to suck a cock before you did it to your husband?”
She bit her lip and looked down. “Yes, I suppose it would.”
“Good. Now, do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Then follow my instructions. If you’re unsure of anything, just ask me. Alright? And remember, it’s okay to experiment and make mistakes. All you need to do is learn from them. I promise you, once you’ve mastered it, you’ll wonder why you didn’t do it sooner.”
On Saturday afternoon, Pastor Carter came home to find Sister Turling waiting for him at the door. He unlocked the door and said, “Hey there, Sister Turling. How was your day?”
“It was good, Pastor Carter. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Especially for helping me with my studies.”
“You’re welcome, Sister Turling. Do you know what I’ve been telling you to do?”
“I read the Scriptures every chance I get.”
Pastor Carter grinned. “Exactly. I’ve told you to read the scriptures often. I said that you should read it often, not that you need to read it every single day. I mean, I would like to think that you would, but I also know how busy you are.”
“I’m sorry, Pastor Carter. I try to read it all the time, but sometimes I forget.”
“Don’t worry about it, Sister Turling.” He walked past her into the living room and said, “I think I’ve got something for you.”
He walked over to his bookshelf and removed a large brown package. He placed it on the coffee table and pulled off the wrapping paper. Inside was a brand new Bible. It had a fresh cover and was still wrapped in plastic inside the box.
“This is for you,” he said.
“Thank you, Pastor Carter. I love it! Thank you for getting it for me.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I want you to take your time and read this book. Have you thought more about me teaching you how to fully please your husband?”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Good. Then tomorrow, before church, we’ll sit down and go over the basics. I’ll show you how to properly suck a cock and how to make your husband cum. Okay?”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Alright then,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
***
Sunday morning, Pastor Carter woke up early and ate breakfast in his office. He made a pot of coffee and prepared a cup for Sister Turling. She arrived shortly afterward and sat down across from him at the kitchen table.
“Good morning, Sister Turling,” he said.
“Morning, Pastor Carter.”
“I see you’ve already started your studies today.”
“Yes, I wanted to start early so I wouldn’t have much to do later.”
The pastor smiled and said, “You’re welcome. So, tell me, where do you want to start?”
“Well, I’d like to go over Genesis chapter 1, verse 26.”
The pastor glanced down at his bible and said, “Okay. That’s a good place to begin.”
He picked up his bible and said, “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Next, he spoke and brought forth light and darkness. Then he separated the waters from the dry land and called it the earth. He planted a garden in Eden, which is now referred to as the Garden of Eden.”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“After he finished creating the world, he rested on the seventh day and blessed it. Then he prepared a feast and invited Adam and Eve to join him. When they arrived, he gave them the laws of the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“God commanded Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply and to fill the earth.”
“Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Then he placed them in the garden and watched over them until they disobeyed.”
Sister Turling smiled and said, “That’s right, Pastor Carter.”
The pastor smiled and said, “Very good. Let’s continue.”
Pastor Carter stood up and unbuttoned his pants, taking them off as Sister Turling watched in a mix of horror and intrigue. His dick was standing straight out, hard and throbbing. He sat back down and continued, “And it repented the Lord that he had made man upon the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And he said, ‘I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth, both man and beast, creeping thing, and fowl of the air.'” He spread his legs apart, motioning for the good sister to join him.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Open it up and see what it tastes like. Taste it.”
Sister Turling stood up and walked over to him. She kneeled between his knees and slowly lowered her head toward his crotch. “You might want to remove that lovely blouse, Sister. You don’t want to get it soiled.” He paused and waited for her to respond. When she didn’t, he pressed forward and pushed her back onto the chair. “I told you to open it up and taste it. Now do as I say!”
She nodded and pulled down the front of her blouse to reveal her naked breasts. She reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her bra. She threw it aside and stood up. She stretched her arms above her head and lifted her breasts toward him. Her nipples were already stiff and protruding.
Pastor Carter slid his hand under the edge of her skirt and began rubbing her thighs. He moved his fingers up to the top of her panties and rubbed her pussy through the thin cloth. “This is how your husband should be treating you all the time. Like a little slave bitch.”
Sister Turling moaned and closed her eyes as Pastor Carter fingered her. “Yes, Pastor Carter. Please finger my cunt. I want to feel your big cock deep inside me.”
He smiled and said, “The word of the Lord is true. Women were created to be slaves to their husbands.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue inside. He tasted her sweet juices as his fingers probed deeper into her wetness. Then he pulled away and said, “Now, open wide.”
He held her head with one hand while he guided his dick into her mouth with the other. She obediently opened her mouth and accepted his dick. He pushed forward and felt her hot, wet mouth engulf his shaft. He groaned and said, “That’s a good girl. Suck it like a slut.”
She closed her eyes and sucked him in like a starving whore. She bobbed her head up and down on his meat like a trained dog. She licked him clean and swallowed his entire length. “Jesus loves you so much right now, Sister Turling. I can feel his presence.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “How does it taste?” he asked.
“Very good, Pastor Carter. I want to swallow your seed.”
“I hope you enjoy it. I’ve worked very hard to prepare this treat for you.”
He pulled her head back and said, “Look at me,” and she opened her eyes.
“I desire to see your beautiful face as you suck my balls.”
She nodded and looked up at him. “Yes, Pastor Carter.”
He smiled and said, “You’re doing a wonderful job, sister.” I’m glad you decided to obey me.” He released her, and she fell back against the seat of the chair.
He leaned over and gently stroked her cheek and said, “I want you to know something. I’m not going to lie to you or lead you on. This is a gift for you alone. I’m not going to use this on anyone else. You’re my special little pet, and I’m going to let you suck my cock whenever I please. Is that understood?”
She nodded and said, “Yes, Pastor Carter.”
“Good,” he said. “Now, suck it again.”
She closed her eyes and resumed sucking his rod. He felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was close to orgasm. He grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself deep into her throat. As his dick pulsed, he held her in place and filled her mouth with his warm seed. “Oh, fuck yes. Oh, Jesus, I’m cumming. Yes! Fill her with your seed, brother.”
At first, Sister Turling struggled to breathe around his throbbing dick. Then the warmth of his cum spread throughout…
