Church:

Brian is home in Kentucky for the weekend and goes to church with his parents on Sunday, as they walk into the church the new Reverend walks up to them.

“Brian, I would like for you to meet Rev. Johnson.” Mrs. Littrell says; as Rev. Johnson shakes Mr. Littrell hand then Brian’s. Brian takes one look at her, her beautiful green eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her skin looks as soft as a new baby, her lips look as soft a rose pedals Brian thinks to himself, as she shakes his hand.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, your mother is always talking about you.” Rev. Johnson says sweetly, as Brian gets lost in her beautiful eyes.

“Mr. Littrell, is everything okay?” Rev. Johnson asks, as Brian continues to hold her hand and stare at her thinking to himself how beautiful she is.

“Brian.” Mrs. Littrell says, as Brian snaps out of it, and tries to regain his composure.

“UH? I’m sorry my mind kinda wondered.” Brian quickly says, as he looks over at his mother then over to the beautiful Rev. Johnson.

“May I please have my hand back?” Rev. Johnson jokily says, as Brian quickly drops her hand and smiles.

“Your mother has told me so much about you, and your travels all over the world with The Backstreet Boys, I hope we can talk about your travels one day.” Rev. Johnson says, as she smiles at Brian.

“UH, Oooh . . . Sure that sounds good.” Brian says, as he is stumbling over his words.

“We should take our seats.” Mr. Littrell says, as he takes his wife’s hand and they walk to their seats.

“I hope to see you again before I leave and we’ll have to set something up about our talk.” Brian says, as he stares at her one more time before he joins his parents.

It’s about half hour into the service and Brian or the Rev. Johnson has taken their eyes off each other. They both feel like they’re the only two people in the room. Brian’s mind starts to wonder things that shouldn’t be thought of in church and special about a Reverend, as his pants become tighter, he starts to squirm in his seat.

“Please Baby Duck, stop squirming.” Mrs. Littrell whispers, as she looks over at him and smiles as she taps him on the leg, he quickly lays the songbook over his lap, hoping his mother doesn’t notice anything.

When the service ends Brian tries to talk to her again, but with the other people talking to her and his mother dragging him around, making him say hello to people that he hasn’t seen in months or even years, it’s impossible. Right before he gets in the car to leave their eyes connect, and he smiles at her and she smiles back and winks, as she waves goodbye. When they arrive home The Littrell’s have their normal Sunday lunch, after lunch Brian excuse himself and goes to his room and flops down on the bed.

“You have to be crazy having these kind of thoughts about a Reverend, No one in their right mind gets a hard on in church, well maybe AJ.” Brian thinks to himself, as he lies on the bed looking up at the ceiling, as he’s manhood starts to rise again. “DAMN!” Brian says to himself, as he gets up and goes down stairs.

“I’m going for a walk.” Brian says, as he kisses his mom on the cheek then goes out the door. Brian walks several blocks, as he mind wonders off about the Reverend, when he notices that he is front of the church.

“DAMN IT!” Brian yells out, as he sits on the front steps of the church.

“Now, that wasn’t very nice.” A voice says, from behind him, as he jumps to his feet, and turns around to come face to face with Rev. Johnson.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was talking out loud.” Brian says apologetic, as he smiles at her, as she sweetly smiles back.

“Apology accepted, if you sit down and take a break with me.” Rev. Johnson softly says, as they both stand face-to-face smiling at each other.

“Beautiful day isn’t it?” Rev. Johnson asks, as she sits down on the step and looks up at Brian with a beautiful smile.

“Yes, very beautiful.” Brian quickly says, as he sits down beside her, desperately trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“This is why I can’t get any work done, I was trying to work on next Sundays service, but knowing it’s this prefect outside, it’s hard to keep your mind on work.” Rev. Johnson comments.

“She talks with such grace, the way the sunlight beams down on her, makes her even more beautiful, if that’s possible.” Brian thinks to himself, as the she continues to talk about the perfect weather they’re having.

“Brian?” Rev. Johnson asks, as Brian rolls his neck around trying to relieve the tension building in his neck, as thinks to himself how beautiful she is.

“UUHH?” Brian quickly says, as he hears her calling his name, pulling him out of his daydreams.

“My husband won’t be home till six, he visits with the elderly on Sundays, would you like to keep me company, while I finish writing next weeks services?” Rev. Johnson asks, as their eyes connect and Brian desperately fights with the urge to kiss her soft lips.

“Sure I would love to.” Brian says with a smile, as she stands and smiles back at him.

“Good, Well I guess it’s back to work.” Rev. Johnson happily says, as she starts to walk back up the steps, as Brian quickly stands and watches her gracefully walk up the steps.

“What have you gotten yourself into, there is no way you can spend the afternoon with her, OOOHHH DAMN what a body.” Brian thinks to himself, as he follows behind her, watching the nicely fit cotton skirt huge her ass snuggle.

“Old woman, very wrinkled old woman, that smells like Ben-Gay, with lots of gray thin hair, breasts that sag to their knees, her breast will never sag, there so firm looking, this is not working.” Brian thinks to himself, concentrating very hard to get his groin to calm down, but it’s not working, his everything is lusting after her beautiful body.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Rev. Johnson says, as they enter the Pastor study.

Brian sits down in one of the oversize stuffed chairs in front of the desk, as she makes herself comfortable behind the desk and shuffles some papers.

“So how long are you in town for?” Rev. Johnson asks, as she smiles at him, as he is rolling his neck around trying to relive the tension.

“UH? A couple of days.” Brian deliberates for a second then answers.

“I know your mother is excited, she loves you so much, and it breaks her heart not having you close by, she talks about you all the time, I guess that’s why I feel that I already know you.” Rev. Johnson says, as Brian squirms around in the chair when he hears the word excited.

“I try to visit as much as possible, but my schedule is so hecked.” Brian says, as she smiles then starts to write.

Brian watches her intensely, as she writes.

“She has to be the most beautifies woman I’ve every laid eyes on, the long auburn hair laying on her shoulders, the beautiful perfectly rounded shape of her face, her skin looks like silk, I’ve got to have her.” Brian thinks to himself, as he starts to bit on his fingernails.

“Littrell, you’ve got to be the most sickest person on the plant, this is not rational thinking, I don’t even think AJ would stoop to seducing a Reverend, well maybe, remind yourself to call and ask, Oh that would be awful, he want details, I can talk to Howie about it, Naaa, I have to forget about it, don’t think about it, maybe Kevin would understand, NO! I don’t think that would go over very well, Hey Kevin, you know our new Reverend at church, well I seduced her in the church the first Sunday I met her.” While Brian is in deep conversation with himself, he continues to squirm in the chair, as his massive erection has become painful, and harder to deal with.

Brian is deep conversation with himself and doesn’t notice the Reverend move in behind him, till tingles of pleasure shot through his body like rockets, from her long slender fingers starting to massage his neck.

“OOOOHHH!” Brian screams out, as he practically falls from the chair, but she tightens her hold.

“Sssssshhh, just relax, you’re so tense.” Rev. Johnson bends down over him and softy whispers in his ear, as she continues to massage his shoulders and neck.

Brian can feel her hot breath against the flesh of his neck, as she speaks, which turns him on even more, and he starts to squirm.

“Just relax, Sweetheart.” Rev. Johnson whispers again, then starts to nipple gently at his ear.

“NO!” Brian screams out, as he shoots up out of the chair, and turns in shock to face her.

“Now sweetie, I think you have a problem, that I know I can help you with.” Rev. Johnson seductively whispers, as she moves towards him, as he backs up in disbelieve, and comes to a halt against the desk.

“Don’t you want me to help you with this?” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she presses her body against his, and grabs his painful erect cock and tugs at it playfully, as soft moans escape from Brian, as he struggles to speak.

“You don’t have to speak, just relax and enjoy what I have to offer.” Rev. Johnson mischievously whispers, as she takes her free hand and runs it smoothly through his hair, as she kisses him forcefully, as she continues to massage his massive cock with the other hand.

“I’m going to hell!” Brian thinks to himself as their lips connect, as every muscle in his body jumps and jerks.

~~~~~ Chapter Two ~~~~~

“I think you’ll be comfortable if we loosen this.” Rev. Johnson whispers against his lips, as she loosens his belt and unsnaps his pants.

“Sweetie, you have beautiful eyes, that are a little clouded over right at this moment, but you can’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about me as much as I been thinking of you.” Rev. Johnson softly says, as she drops his pants and boxers to his ankles and slowly moves him around forcing him back in the chair.

“You’re going to hell, but your gonna have fun going.” Brian thinks to himself, as he throws his head back in the chair, as she gets down on her knees between his legs, bringing her lips every so close to his cock, as she caress it slowly up and down.

Rev. Johnson quickly stands up and slowly unbuttons her skirt, and lets it fall to the floor and steps out of it with one foot and takes the other foot and drops it in his lap, as he watches mystified at her actions and beauty.

Brian removes the skirt from her ankle and smoothly runs his hands up and down her leg, as soft moans escape them both.

Rev. Johnson removes her foot from his groin and takes a few steps back and slowly removes her panties, then sits on the desktop placing one foot on the desk, as the other dangles over the side exposing her wet clit.

“Just look what you’ve done to me.” Rev. Johnson sensational whispers, as she spreads her legs wider, as her long slender fingers travel slowly down her body and reach her wet clit and slowly caress her own wetness, as a sigh of satisfaction escape from her lips.

“Aren’t you gonna help me.” Rev. Johnson devilishly whispers, as she licks the wetness from her fingers, as she places the other hand on her wet clit.

Brian drops to his knees and licks feverishly at her wet clit, as she throws her head back in satisfaction, as her hands forcefully guide him to her spot.

“MMMMM, your . . . goooood . . .” Rev. Johnson struggles to whispers, as Brian works on her wet clit with his hot firm tongue.

Brian can feel her body start to shiver, and picks up the pace of his tongue, sending her first orgasm crashing into her body, mind and soul.

“Oh your good.” Rev. Johnson breathlessly whispers after a few seconds, as he continues to lick and suck on her wet clit, as she tries to regain her composure.

Rev. Johnson pulls him up to her, and their eyes connect in lust for each other, as they both take a shaky breath.

Brian wraps his muscular arms around her tiny waist and pulls her to him in a forceful kiss, as she runs her hands smoothly through his hair and across his broad shoulders.

“You’re so screamingly beautiful.” Brian whispers, as she places her hands on his chest and slightly pulls away.

“Sweetie, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she pulls away from him and slowly unbuttons her blouse and lets it slowly slip from her shoulders, reveling a very firm breast bugling from a very thin satin bra.

Brian quickly unsnaps her bra, and attacks her firm well-endowed breast with his lips and firm hands.

“Why don’t you sit back and relax, and let me take care of you.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as her hands cuddles his head between her breasts.

Brian continues to suck on her breasts, as she pulls away from him and gives him a devilishly smile, before she pushes him back and forces him to the chair, she smiles to herself as she looks into his eyes and there clouded with a million different thoughts, as beads of sweat fall from his face.

“Now it’s your turn.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she softly runs her hands around his hairline and slowly across his lips, then down his chin and neck to the first button of his shirt, and slowly unbuttons each button, with each button one finger slips under and caress his hot muscular chest, as he throws his head back.

With the last button, she replaces her hands with her mouth and traces around his bellybutton with her tongue, as a loud moan of ecstasy comes from him.

Rev. Johnson slowly runs her tongue around his bellybutton and down his left enter thigh midway, and up the right thigh, every so careful not to touch his massive hard cock, causing him to squirm beneath her touch, making her smile to herself, knowing she’s causing much torture.

Brian tries to lead her to his cock by taking her head in his hands, but she pulls away, causing him to rise up and look at her.

“What’s my Baby want, UH?” Rev. Johnson sinfully asks, with lust in her eyes, as his hands run softly around her face and down her arms.

Brian tries to find his voice and composure, but is hopelessly lost in her web of lust, as she slightly runs several fingers one by one over his cock.

“Is this what my Baby wants?” Rev. Johnson moans against his cock, as her lips rest against his cock playfully, as a gut-wrenching moan comes from him.

Brian tries to come back to rational thinking, but when she moans violently against the head of his cock, as her hands are roaming his lower body, he throws his head back helplessly.

Rev. Johnson slowly looks up at him, and sighs happily to herself, as his head in thrown back and his eyes are clichéd shut, and his breathing is very uneven.

Rev. Johnson slowly lays a kiss on the head of his cock, and several down the sides, as her fingers playfully play with his balls, making him squirm uncontrollably.

“Please . . .” Brian struggles to say, as her torture continues.

Rev. Johnson looks up at him and their eyes connect, Brian quickly pulls her towards him and forcefully kisses her soft lips.

“I see your ready for play time to be over.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she pushes him away and stands up in front him, as a look of confusion comes over his face.

“Oh Sweetie, don’t worry the fun has just begun.” Rev. Johnson warns, as she leans towards him and kisses him quickly, before she climbs onto his lap and lets his massive hard cock enter her wet clit.

Rev. Johnson wraps her arms around his neck, as his strong muscular arms wrap around her tiny body, as he thrusts forward into her wetness.

Brian’s uncontrollable thrusting, into her wet clit, while she is sucking and nipping on his neck, sends them both crashing orgasm.

Both of their breathing comes back to normal, as sweat continues to pour from their bodies, they hold each other tightly.

“Your mine now.” Rev. Johnson mysteriously whispers, in his ear.

“God forgive me, for I have sinned!” Brian’s mind says to God, as he throws his head back.

~~~~~ Chapter Three ~~~~~

REVEREND JOHNSON

Brian returns to his parent’s home and quickly takes a shower and desperately tries to pull himself together, thinking to himself how he’s going to HELL for committing the ultimate sin.

Brian is lying on his bed on his back, trying to count up exactly how many sins he actually committed, when his mother enters and sits down beside him.

“I didn’t hear you come in, did you have a nice walk?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as she pats him on the leg.

“UUUhh? Yeah!” Brian says, not really listening to his mother, his mind still back at the church.

“You look tired, you feeling okay?” Mrs. Littrell states, as she feels his forehead.

“I’m fine, just a bad case of being lazy.” Brian quickly answers, as he smiles at her.

“Are you sure, your father and I was going over to visit Ann, but if you rather I stay home” Mrs. Littrell states in a motherly tone, as she places her hand over his heart.

“MOM! I’m fine, you and dad go visit with Aunt Ann, and I’m going to the Rec. Room and watch some television, and most likely call AJ or one of the guys.” Brian says, as he sits up.

“I’ll get your father to move the TV in here, so you can rest.” Mrs. Littrell says in a motherly tone, as she stands up and starts to leave the room as Brian gently grabs her arm.

“MOM! I’m fine, go visit Aunt Ann, and tell her I said HI!” Brian says, as they leave the room arm in arm.

Brian goes to the Rec room and lies on the sofa and channel surfs, trying to find anything that will take his mind off Rev. Johnson.

“Baby Duck, are you sure you don’t want us to stay? It makes me feel bad for you to be home for a visit, and we leave you home alone.” Mrs. Littrell says in a worried tone, as she sits on the edge of the sofa beside him, and mindlessly plays with the curls of hair resting on his forehead.

“WHERE’S HAROLD? JUST PLEASE GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE! BE THE PERFECT FAN, LATER!” Brian subconscious screams out, as he tries not to laugh.

“I’ll call Ann and tell her to come over here, all we’re going to do is play some bridge, that doesn’t make a lot of noise, so it won’t bother you, will it?” Mrs. Littrell rambles, as Brian is screaming at her to himself.

“MOM! I JUST GOT LAYED BY REV. JOHNSON THIS AFTERNOON; I REALLY DON’T FEEL LIKE COMPANY, PLEASE GO! SOMEWHERE!” Brian screams to himself as he sits up.

“Mom, please go visit with Aunt Ann, and have fun, I’ll be right here when you get back.” Brian gently says, as he fights the urge to throw her out of her own house.

“You know her number if you need us, you sure you feel alright, there’s something about your eyes.” Mrs. Littrell says with concern, as she gently strokes the side of his face.

“MOM! I’m fine, look you made me miss TRL.” Brian whines, as they both quickly look over at the TV screen.

“I really don’t like that Carson guy, I wish you wouldn’t associate with him.” Mrs. Littrell states, as Brian rolls his eyes, as he flops back into the sofa.

“Jackie are you ready to go?” Mr. Littrell asks, as he is walking into the room.

“I think we should stay home.” Mrs. Littrell says, as Brian’s mind lets out a yell of frustration.

“Let’s go, he’ll still be here when you get home.” Mr. Littrell jokily states, as Mrs. Littrell stands and looks down at Brian and he smile at her.

“I promise, I’ll be right here when you get back.” Brian sincerely says, as she feels his forehead again, then smiles and kisses his forehead.

“We’ll be home around eleven.” Mrs. Littrell says in a worried tone, and then they leave.

“MOTHERS.” Brian jokily says to himself, as he lies down on the sofa on his back.

Brian channel surf for several minutes, but thoughts of Rev. Johnson quickly takes over, and his manhood starts to rise.

“Your crazy! You have to quit thinking about her; you committed one of the biggest sins today.” Brian tells himself, as he repositions himself on the sofa.

Brian’s subconscious takes over and he thinks back to her wet tight clit wrapping around his hard firm cock, and the feel of it twitching, as her orgasm hit, the feel of her long fingers nails digging into his neck and back, while his hand is smoothly running over his crotch.

“DAMN IT!” Brian yells out in frustration, as his cock has now become painfully rock hard, he sits up and grabs the remote that has dropped to the floor, and begins to channel surf again trying to get his mind off the painful problem he now has.

~ ~ ~

Rev. Johnson watches as Mr. and Mrs. Littrell leave the house, and slowly sneaks around to the patio door, and is about to open it when she notices her young Lover laying on the sofa caressing himself, and if very disappointed when he stops, she is about to enter again, when he starts again to her delight.

~ ~ ~

Brian slips off to his private thoughts again, as his hand firmly plants its self on his rock hard cock and gives a few firm tugs, as the thoughts of her wet clit run through his mind.

Completely absorbed in thoughts of her, he slowly unsnaps his pants and releases his throbbing cock, to his sweaty hand and gives a few firm tugs, sending a warming sensation through his body.

Brian’s hand begins to run firmly up and down the shaft of his cock, as the pre-cum begins to ooze. Sending an adrenaline rush through Rev. Johnson body as she watches her young Lover pleasing himself from the patio glass door, as her own excitement builds within her.

She quietly enters and swiftly crawls up on the sofa beside him, as he desperately tries to reposition himself.

“My Love, please . . . don’t stop.” Rev. Johnson seductively whispers, as she places her hand over his, stopping him from concealing his rock hard cock.

Beads of sweat form around Brian’s hairline, as he trembles in excitement and worry at being caught, as he loses himself in her beautiful green eyes, as she is smoothly running her free hand down his jaw line then his lips.

Brian passionately attacks her lips with his own, as he tries to force her on back onto the sofa.

“No . . . My Love . . . I want you to continue.” Rev. Johnson sternly whispers, as she is placing her hands on his chest, stopping his movement.

“Huuhh?” Brian struggles to ask, as he tries to swallow over the lump in his throat.

“Pleeeassse.” Rev. Johnson pleads in a childish tone, as she runs her hands smoothly over his chest and down to his exposed cock, cupping it in her soft hands.

Brian throws his head back in pleasure, as her long fingernails skim teasely over the head of his now painful hard cock.

“C’mon My Love, do it for me.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she presses her body tighter to his, and begins to suck and nibble on his neck, as he wraps his arms tightly around her heavenly body, pulling her even closer.

Rev. Johnson takes his hand from her waist and places it on his cock, as he tries to speak.

“Sssshhh.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she places her hand on his, and starts to move up and down his shaft, as Brian’s eyes never leave hers.

“Just relax, My Love.” Rev. Johnson whispers, as she passionately kisses him, Brian quickly deepens the kiss, as their hands find a slow rhythm.

Brian throws his head back in ecstasy, as moans of pleasure come from him.

Rev. Johnson slowly removes her hand, and repositions herself, sinfully smiling to herself, as she rest her head on his chest, and intensely watches her young Lover please himself, as her own hand works it’s way under her dress to her very wet panties, and slowly works under to it’s designation with cries of pleasure rocketing through her body.

Brian swiftly removes her hand and replaces it with his own, his finger slowly enters her wet heaven, and painstakingly moves in and out, as his other hand still works on his own cock.

Waves of pleasure sweep over Rev. Johnson, as his firm second finger enters her haven, as she lowers her head down to his painfully erect cock, and lightly licks the head with her long tongue.

“OH GOD!” Brian screams out in pleasure, as she forcefully grabs his cock and gives a firm tug as she is taking it into her wet mouth.

Rev. Johnson sucks on it feverelishly several times before stopping and repositioning herself on his lap, with his massive erection at her wet entrances.

“My Love, he’s not going to help you now, you’re mine!” Rev. Johnson whispers devilishly, as she wraps her arms around his neck, and firmly bites down on the crook of his neck, causing him to jerk in pain.

“UH?” Brian yells out, as he grabs his neck, as she gives him an evil grin.

“OH, My Love isn’t into pain?” Rev. Johnson jokily asks, as she grinds her ass down onto his erect cock.

“NO!” Brian confusingly says, as his voice cracks.

“What a disappointment! We can have some real fun.” Rev. Johnson says, as she forcefully runs both hands through his hair forcing his head back.

“Are you sure?” Rev. Johnson asks, as she pulls her sun dress over her head, and gives it a toss to the floor, then slowly removes her bra, exposing her large firm breast, she tosses the bra around Brian’s neck and pulls him to her lips and kisses him passionately.

Brian is caught off guard by her action, but quickly deepens the passionate kiss, but without warning she bits down on his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Brian flinches as he grabs his lip, as she mischievously smiles.

“I just wanna see if you taste, as good as you look.” Rev. Johnson says in a childish tone, as she runs her slender finger over his lip.

With a drop of his blood on her fingertip, she gives a devilish smile as she begins to suck on her finger seductively, as Brian watches intensely, amazed at how evil she looks at that very moment.

Watching her sexually suck on her finger makes Brian’s cock intensely hard again, he slowly lifts her waist up and slowly lowers her down on his massive cock, causing her to throw her head back with a soft moans of pleasure.

Rev. Johnson slowly starts to grind her hips into his thrust, as he wraps his muscular arms around her tightly, as she slows down the pace.

Brian sucks wildly at her breast, but can’t take the torture of the slow place and forcefully picks her up into his arms and quickly moves to the floor.

Rev. Johnson smiles at him seductively, as he positions himself on top of her and forcefully reenters her with his throbbing cock, as she wraps her long silky legs around his waist.

With a few earths shattering thrusts from Brian’s massive cock, they both explode into orgasmic pleasure screaming “AMEN!”

They lie in ecstasy trying to catch their breath for several minutes, before Brian lifts up a little and looks at the beautiful woman under him, as she slowly runs her fingers through his damp hair and smiles.

“Is My Love, happy?” Rev. Johnson curiously asks.

“Yes . . . But.” Brian struggles to get out, as he rolls them over and bringing her tightly into his arms.

“But what, My Love?” Rev. Johnson asks, as she places little kisses over his muscular chest, as she glances up at him mindlessly with a smile.

“UH . . . I’m . . . really truly sorry . . . but . . . can I . . . ask what . . .your first name is” Brian struggles to say, as she places her finger over his lips.

“She΄ol.”

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