PERVERTED PEDO PASTOR

By Craven Little



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is fantasy only.  Do not do this in real life!
               Please e-mail me your feedback at: craven.little@mail.com
               I would love to hear from everyone who was turned on, as
               well as hearing how I could've done better.




   As I stood on the platform singing along to the last worship song of
Sunday morning service, I contemplated what I was about to announce to my
congregation.  No one knew I was thinking about resigning, not even my wife
of 15 years.  Even I had no inkling this would happen when the morning
began and I prepared for morning worship as usual.

   But that was before I had sinfully surrendered to unspeakable depravity
in God's house.

   While everyone else sang with tears of worship, I sang with tears of
shame.  I scanned the audience and saw people I had served for many years.
They weren't just my congregation.  They were my family and friends.  These
were people I had counseled, baptized, performed weddings for, and
comforted through difficult times.

   To my shame, I was about to be the one to cause them difficult times.

   When "Amazing Grace" came to an end, the worship leader departed the
stage and I took her place at the pulpit.  I asked the congregation to be
seated.  I then paused, trying to find the right words for a confession of
this kind.

   "Brothers and sisters, I have an important announcement to make," I said
with a shaky voice.  "I must..."

   I stopped in mid-sentence when my eyes focused on her, on the woman with
whom I had just sinned, on the woman who opened a door to total depravity
for me to walk through.  Her name was Cassandra.  As our eyes locked on
each other, my mind wandered back to that moment when both of our lives
changed forever.


                               * * * * *


   I had arrived an hour early this morning for a scheduled counseling
session, and was the only one in the building until I heard a gentle knock
on my office door.

   "Come in!"

   The door opened and in walked my appointment with her little one-yearold
daughter in tow.

   "Cassandra, I'm glad you made it!"

   "Thank you for agreeing to see me, pastor.  I didn't know where else to
turn."

   "That's what I'm here for, Cassandra.  Now how can I help you and little
Adriana?  Do you need help finding a job after your layoff?"

   "No, Pastor.  That's not it.  Something will turn up, I'm sure.  What I
want to talk to you about is ...  I keep having these thoughts.  Terrible
thoughts.  Evil thoughts.  Depraved thoughts.  Thoughts about ... 
Adriana," she said as her eyes glanced at her little girl before lowering
to the floor.

   Beginning to fear the worst, I said "I see.  Can you be a little more
specific about the kinds of thoughts you've been having towards your lovely
child?"

   Cassandra's eyes began to well with tears as she said "sexual thoughts,
Pastor.  Can you believe it?  I keep having these despicable urges to have
a sexual relationship with my own little girl.  What is wrong with me?! 
Every time I give her a bath, my fingers want to linger on body parts that
should never be touched by an adult.  Every time I change her pull-up, I
have to fight the desire to finger and lick her privates.  I have to
overcome this, Pastor.  I feel like I'm going to hell!"

   As she spoke, I noticed something else besides the tears.  She would
squeeze her legs together and squirm as she described the desires that
brought her shame.  Even as she was confessing her depravity, she was
getting aroused by it.  I could even smell her sexual scent.

   My eyes wandered to her beautiful little girl.  Adriana is a petite
little thing with long brown hair and adorable brown eyes.  Her laughter
and smiles light up every room she waddles into.  She also has those lips.
What kind of lips?  The kissable kind.  To phrase it in a way I would never
say outloud, the fuckable kind.

   To my horror, between Cassandra's aroma and Adriana's beauty, I began to
get aroused myself, my seven inches coming to life.  For most people, to
say nothing of pastors, hearing that a mother wanted to sexually abuse her
daughter would've been a total shock, and one that would have caused their
"mandatory reporter" instincts to kick in.  But I'm not most people.  And
I'm certainly not most pastors.

   You see, I have a secret addiction to pornography.  When I'm alone at
home, it consumes me.  It has always caused me shame.  It has always made
me feel like a hypocrite.  It has often taken me to places of fantasy that
are beyond normal.  It has on occasion led me to view porn that is ... 
less than legal.  I have seen images that match Cassandra's urges ...  and
mine.  But I had always told myself I would never act on these desires.

   Adjusting in my seat to hide my erection, I said "I think the best way
for you to overcome this is do is get to the root cause.  Can you explain
to me why you have these urges?  What is it about your daughter that
arouses you so?"

   "Well ...  just look at her, Pastor.  She is so beautiful.  She is the
prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on.  I can't explain it.  It just is."

   As she spoke, little Adriana began to fuss and tug on her mother's
skirt. "Pee pee," the little darling pleaded to Cassandra.

   "Okay, sweetheart.  Mommy will change you." she said sniffling.

   "Can I take her to the changing room before we continue this
conversation?"

   The thought of Cassandra wiping Adriana's privates after the confession
she had just made caused my cock to stiffen even more.

   "Well...  why don't you just change her right here?  It...um...will be
an opportunity to further explain your desires for her, and to overcome
those desires."

   Cassandra looked at me with questioning eyes.  "Um...  really?  You're
comfortable with me changing her in front of you, especially with what I
just told you?"

   Clearing my throat and wiping the sweat that had begun to form on my
brow, I said "It's um ...  it's perfectly fine, Cassandra.  I want to get
to the root of your problem, remember?  I ...  want to understand what you
are going through.  It's kind of a 'weep with those who weep and mourn with
those who mourn' principle."

   The change of expression on her face told me that she was onto me.  She
knew.  I lusted for little children just like she did.  I wanted to look at
little Adriana's privates just as much as she did.  She looked down at my
crotch to see my seven inch pedo erection tenting in my pants.  She then
looked up at me with a sly smile.  Her tears began to dry up.

   As she laid Adriana on my desk and began to undo her pull-ups and slowly
slide them down her legs, she said "there's another part of my fantasy
that's even worse, Pastor."

   "Um...what's that, Cassandra?"

   "When I'm laying in my bed at night and my thoughts focus on my little
girl, I often begin to touch myself, imagining everything I want to do with
her.  And it makes my pussy so, so wet."

   "Now Cassandra, we don't need to get so graph...," I said before she
interrupted.

   Looking lustfully in my eyes while her fingers began to gently slide up
and down the child's slit, she said "But you know what gets me even more
wet, Pastor?  The thought of sharing her with a man.  Watching him rub his
adult cock up and down her slit.  Sliding it between her thighs.  Pumping
it in and out of her little mouth.  Trying to squeeze it into her little
ass."

   "Cassandra!  You know I'm a mandatory reporter, right?"

   "I do know that, Pastor.  I also know this conversation has given you a
hardon," she said as her hand reached down to rub my raging cock.  "I know
you want to look at her little pussy, but you are scared you'll like it too
much.  Just look at her, Pastor.  I won't tell anyone.  Look at that
gorgeous little cunt.  You want to understand?  Look at her and you'll
understand."

   I groaned at Cassandra's touch, and my eyes began to devour the most
beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.  "Oh, my word," I said.

   "I know you want to watch me eat her little cunt," she said before
lowering her head and doing just that for what seemed like minutes. 
"Mmmmmmm she tastes so fucking good, Pastor.  Let me share her with you. 
Please?  I need to see it.  I need to see your cock abusing her.  Come on
Pastor.  I won't tell anyone."

   Cassandra took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet, before unzipping
my fly and pulling my hardness out.  She then caused me to groan loudly as
she took me in her mouth until my tip was in her throat and my balls were
against her chin.  She sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down.

   "Mmmmm.  Yummy cock you have there, Pastor."

   She then stood up and grabbed me by the cock, leading me between the
tiny little legs of Adriana.  I had no words of protest to offer as the tip
of my cock was soon nestled against her tiny little crevice.

   "Oh my fucking god that looks so hot, Pastor.  Your big adult cock looks
so sexy next to her.  I want you to cum in her, Pastor.  Do that for me,
please?"

   I could only groan as Cassandra's hand began to stroke me against her
own little girl's pussy.  She was gentle at first, but slowly built up
rhythm and force until the tip of my cock actually popped into Adriana's
little hole, causing her to scream and begin to cry.

   I looked down at the unholy union between my forty-eight yearold cock
and Adriana's two yearold pussy.  It was the most erotic thing I've ever
seen or felt.  Soon my shock and shame gave way to depravity and lust.  I
batted away Cassandra's hand and replaced it with my own.  I began to
stroke myself into her as my hips began to rock.

   "God forgive me.  I need to fuck this child!"

   Cassandra backed up and leaned against my office door, thrusting her
hand under her skirt and rubbing her pedo cunt like a deranged woman as she
watched her own pastor rape and deflower her own daughter.  "Fuck her,
Pastor!  Get yourself off in her little hole!  Fuck the little bitch.  Make
her bleed!  Cum in her!"

   Hearing such vile encouragement, coupled with the wailing and screaming
of the child beneath me, pushed me over the edge.

   "CUMMING!!!"

   A month's worth of pent up cum exploded out of me and into Adriana as I
shoved hard into her.  With an inch and a half buried in the tightest
sheath I could ever imagine, fertile sperm flooded her undeveloped womb and
squirted out of her around my shaft.

   At the sight of my release into her little girl, Cassandra fell on the
floor and convulsed through an intense orgasm of her own.  "Yes!  Fill the
little bitch up, Pastor!"

   I collapsed on top of my tiny victim with my cock still lodged in her,
continuing to pulse my pedophilic seed.

   When I was spent, I pulled out and collapsed onto my office chair.

   As Cassandra and I both recovered from our perverse orgasms, and as our
eyes met, my senses began to return to me, along with guilt and shame.

   "Oh my God.  What have I done?"


                               * * * * *


   As that memory played in my mind, with my eyes locked eyes with
Cassandra's, something surprising happened.  My arousal returned.  I looked
at little Adriana, sitting in Mommy's lap, and imagined my pinkened cum
dripping into her pull-up with no one else in the congregation having a
clue.  Instead of feeling obligated to end my career in a humiliating
fashion, not to mention to spend the rest of my life in prison, I began to
imagine the possibilities the future posed if I played things right. 
Imaging all of the hours of pleasure I could experience with Cassandra and
Adriana and ...  maybe others?  My cock rehardened, my mind changed, and a
new idea popped into my head.

   "Brothers and sisters, I have an important announcement to make," I said
with a confident voice.  "I must tell you that ...  I've never been more
excited to announce that we have finally found the right person to run our
daycare center.  Brothers and sisters, please give a round of applause to
Sister Cassandra."

   With that, the entire congregation stood and applauded.  Eveyone, but
Cassandra, of course.  She just sat there with her daughter in her lap
looking at me with a lusty smile.

   
THE END

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