The God Spoon, a short story by larkinwilliamson. Date added: 2012-07-25. Times viewed: 3506.
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- Intro: M/F A pastor gives a sermon of the mount and has wife helps out.. religion,erotic sex,oral sex,pastor,lust,sins,church,orgasm,fantasy,hot,
Pastor Don Vaile clinched the handrails of his porch as he watched his new neighbor gracefully walk from her front door to her car. Recently widowed, Lora Johnsen was a petite blond with a movie star body and a super model walk.
She saw him and waved. Her keys jingled and snapped him out of his lust filled thoughts. He smiled and nodded as he gripped the wooden handrail tighter. He gritted his teeth as her "S" curve body moved so gently into the car.
She pulled out of her drive and away. He looked down at his white knuckles as he heard his wife, Beatrice call out to him,"Don....Don...my vanity lights...please check the breaker switch!"
He turned quickly, opened the screen door and went to the breaker panel in the kitchen. He saw the little red square on the bedroom switch and flipped it back and then to "On." He immediately heard her shout,"Thank you dear!"
Pastor Don Vaile was good at flipping switches. He was a preacher on his way to fame, fortune and fluttering females. A handsome, dark haired, six foot four inch tall man's man who could spin any congregation into a frenzy of fire!
The men respected his raised fists of power and the women melted when he would gently stroke their hearts with soft spoken words of how men should treat their wonderful mates. A few of the husbands had whispered to one another about wild Sunday nights. One Deacon's wife even confessed that she had experienced and orgasm when Pastor Don had given one of his exclusive sermons on sex and marriage. She claimed the vibrations of his deep, soft voice filled her soul.
Pastor Don took a sip of his warm coffee he'd left on the counter. He reached down to adjust the bulge in his crotch. He walked down the hall to the bedroom. From the doorway he saw Beatrice bending over with her left knee on her heart shaped vanity chair.
She had her left hand on the vanity. She was picking up hair rollers she had accidentally knocked on the floor. Her blond hair was still half rolled in curlers...some were dangling from the top of her head.
He stared at her nice rounded bottom beneath her thin, pink silk nightgown. He eased behind her and placed his hands gently on her hips. Beatrice giggled and said,"Dear...what are you up to?" Pastor Don slid his hands around to her stomach...pulled the tie loose...opened her gown and then up to her breasts. It didn't take long for her soft nipples to become erect and hard.
She giggled again but it was a sexy gilggle. His fondling and pinching went from causing her to lick her lips hard to biting her lower lip while wiggling her bottom against him.
He lifted her gown up and over her bottom. He unsnapped his black trousers and let them fall. He quickly pulled his white boxer shorts down, removed his right wing tipped shoe and lifted his foot from the clothing. Entering her slowly...she inhaled deep and let out a long sigh of pleasure. She felt her pink, moist flesh open wide and deep.
He bunched her gown in his hands and began moving back and forth gently. Beatrice moaned,"Fuck me preacher." Pastor Don gritted his teeth and began ramming her hard. Beatrice squealed each time he made contact with the soft flesh of her behind. Sweat beaded on his brow as he delightfully watched two of the pink curlers in her blond hair bounce loose and fall.
He rammed harder and faster. Beatrice screamed,"Oh god....oh god," as her body quaked. He felt warm gushing soak his flesh. He gripped her hips tight and pushed forward as hard as he could...screaming and releasing his seed deep inside her. Beatrice wiggled and moaned with aftershocks fluttering in her abdomen.
Pastor Don eased out....stepped back and smacked her lily white bottom before her gown could fall down her back. Beatrice raked her tongue, side to side along her top teeth and softly spoke," Ah...yum," as she melted into her vanity chair. Little did she know that her husband was thinking of their pretty neighbor all the while he was ravaging her.
He pulled his shorts and pants up....sat on the bed and put his shoe back on. He thought out loud,"I think I will give another sermon on the joys of the undefiled bed of marriage." Beatrice smiled at her erect nipples of her bare breasts in the mirror...still feeling tingles, she said,"Oh yes dear....the joys."
Pastor Don spoke,"Oh dearest...by the way, we should invite the new young neighbor...the deceased soldier's wife...to church this Sunday." Beatrice replied,"I have met her....a very sweet girl...she is Catholic." He said surprisingly,"Really?" Beatrice pulled a roller from her hair and said,"I can invite her to just visit church...anyone can visit."
Pastor Don said with a concerned tone,"Sad that her husband was killed in basic training mine acident...Deacon Mills knows her family...the two had only been married a few months....it's rumored that he was violent with her...quite violent."
Beatrice looked a little surprised as she looked at him in the mirror, saying,"Well you know more than I do about her....maybe you should invite her."
He looked at her...grinned and said,"Perhaps I will...yes...perhaps I will."
Six months later...the 22 year old widow,Lora Johnsen was not only a member of Pastor Don's church...she was best friends with 35 year old Beatrice. Pastor Don loved having Lora around the house so often. She even helped them celebrate their 15th. wedding anniversary. by baking a cake.
Beatrice, Lora and himself would often play poker on Wednesday nights. He would dream they were playing strip poker and both women would go wild on his body.
His eyes followed every move Lora made. His mind's eye constantly took snapshots of her full lips,perfect cleavage, tremendous tight little ass and her curving hot legs.
He searched in every nook and cranny of his religious knowlege for an excuse to lay with her. From the concubines of the great old biblical leaders to the wives of Solomon...he searched for a righteous path to Lora's vagina.
Then...it suddenly popped in his mind! Beatrice couldn't give him a child. He just might be able convince her that Lora would make the perfect surrogate mother. The air was let out of his genius balloon as he thought of artificial insemination.
Ah....but then he thought,"I'll simply give a sermon on the sins of science." The future words of his next sermon filled his joyful mind,"It is an abomination for these so called doctors to play God...children must be born from flesh to flesh...any flesh to flesh to conceive a child the bed of matrimony is not a sin!"
He gave a soul shaking sermon the following Sunday. Artificial insemination by the medical profession was deemed the sin of the century! He passionately explained to the congregation that a child was to be conceived, only by the ecstasy of true love.
Many of the church members thought it was his greatest sermon of all. After the service, he and Beatrice gave Lora a ride home. Pastor Don told them both that he needed to talk with them about something very important when they got home. In Pastor Don and Beatrice's living room...he went to his knees, with tears in his eyes, he expressed how God told him to have a child.
The women cried with him and listened to his every word. They were silent as he explained that he could possibly have a child with Lora. Beatrice was convinced out of guilt and compassion for her husband...and..."If God told him to have a child, it must be the right thing to do."
Lora told them she would have to think about such a serious matter. A few days passed and Pastor Don was growing very impatient. He constantly drilled Beatrice about Lora's decision. Beatrice would tell him often,"I am helping her decide...have patience my dear...I am sure she will come around."
Three weeks had gone by and still no word. Pastor Don hadn't had sex with Beatrice because he wanted the anticipation to build for his experience with Lora. He came home on Saturday afternoon from milking a widow out of her farm through her will. Beatrice was putting vanilla icing on a cake with a large, thin wooden spoon for the Sunday church dinner.
The first question out of his mouth,"Have you heard from Lora?" Beatrice smoothed the icing with a wooden spoon and said,"Well...kind of." He grumbled,"What do you mean?" Beatrice smiled and said,"Oh...she's ready but it just has to be the right way...the right time."
Pastor Don...with a frustrating look on his face said,"Damn...an order from the Lord should be attended to immediately!" Beatrice smiled wide and licked the icing from her spoon. She said in a sexy tone,"It has been a while preacher...how about letting me attend?"
Pastor Don huffed and leaned back on the counter. Beatrice placed her licked clean spoon gently on his stomach and then moved it down to his crotch. She moved it in circles as a little smile formed on his face.
Beatrice went to her knees and positioned herself in front of him. She unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers...reached in with her left hand and plopped his half hard member out. She put the head in her mouth and began swirling her tongue slowly around it. In a moment...he was very erect. She took him deep in her mouth and then in her throat. He quivered...she had never done that before!
Beatrice moved her head back and forth as her left hand fingers gripped his pubic hair and her right hand held the spoon, cradling his scrotum. She rolled her tongue around the shaft with each stroke. She felt the first pump...moved back and locked her lips on the head. She jacked the hard shaft with her left hand and he exploded in her mouth as he screamed out,"Oh god!" Looking down at her...he couldn't believe it...she had never...ever taken his seed in her mouth before.
She slipped her mouth from the head and tightened her lips. She stood up...patted his stomach and made a tight grin as she rushed towards the hallway.
Pastor Don smiled big as he zipped and buttoned up his pants. he slid his finger over the cake top...licked the icing and whispered to himself,"I bet Lora tastes just as sweet." He was a very happy man. His wife had just given him an amazing blow job and he was in the clear to have sex with a hot young woman that he had been fantasizing about for months.
He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of orange juice. While twisting the cap off...he thought,"Beatrice has gone to spew me out in the sink...I'll bet Lora will swallow my seed...oh yes...I can find a biblical way to convince her for sure."
He sat at the kitchen table...sipping his juice. He opened some mail on the table. He was pleased at numbers he saw on the church stock market investments....soon there would be seven figures on that total. He leaned back in his chair and called out,"Beatrice....Beatrice!"
There was no answer. Unconcerned, he went back to opening and reading mail. More than twenty minutes passed. Curiosity hooked Pastor Don. He got up and walked down the hallway. He began to hear strange noises. "What the hell," he thought to himself as he heard a loud squeal.
The noises were coming from the master bedroom. He eased up...listening. More squeals, moans and now smacks were coming from behind the door. Shivering, long screams erupted! He reached and gently turned the knob. He had caught Beatrice masturbating before....he even condoned it, as long as it was performed on their bed. He held the door knob tight and decided to let her finish.
The screams faded to calm moaning....a lot of calm moaning....too much calm moaning. He thought to himself,"It sounds like...God...it sounds like!" He pushed the door open and gasped.
Totally nude,Beatrice raised up...turned and looked at him with a smile. She said,"Any flesh to flesh to conceive a child in the bed of matrimony is not a sin." Totally nude Lora looked at him, smiled also and said," And a child will be conceived only by the ecstasy of true love."
Lora kissed Beatrice...got off of the bed...grabbed her clothing and as she walked past him....she handed Pastor Don the glistening spoon.
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