Although I had been baptized as an infant and again as a teenager (how many times does it take to be a Christian?), I somehow felt I needed to be baptized again. This was after I had strayed from the church and run off with my first boyfriend after college. He was a sociopath and I was enslaved to him until after a year, I found a way out. I got involved in the church as a way for my spiritual pendulum to go back to my pre-rebellion state. I felt guilty for having strayed and the only way I knew to retrieve my innocence and get back into God's good graces was to be baptized again, this time as an adult.
On the Sunday morning of the baptism I arrived freshly bathed and dressed in my normal church attire (albeit somewhat sexy, in high heels and a miniskirt). I had gone to a pre-baptism briefing with others who were going to go through the ceremony. We had been given a tour of the baptistry and I was aware that it was a private place that had a curtain that would be opened during the actual ceremony. This was so that the congregation could view the event. I knew all the details of the event and yet was somewhat nervous. You see, I had an "approach-avoidance" psyche...I knew that I needed cleansing and also was aware of my ongoing strong sex drive that made me doubtful that the baptism would be able to intervene and help me be celibate and pure until marriage which was a requirement of the church. I decided that my previous relationship w/ the sociopath was harmful enough to make me try the pure pathway to my future. I was, however, very aware that I had an uneasy, turned-on feeling because I have always had fantasies of exhibitionist sex, and the baptistry seemed to fit into that fantasy.
On the evening before the baptism I went to the church to check out my white robe. There were several other parishioners there whom I had met at the tour and orientation. After they left and I was preparing to leave, the minister who would perform the baptism was still there in his study. He saw me with my white robe in hand and asked if I had any questions about the ceremony. I asked him for one more viewing of the baptistry so that I would know that the water would not be too cold when the immersion occurred. He took me to the baptistry and let me test the water with my dainty, bare foot. As I bent down to do so he grasped my buttocks, squeezing them amorously. I gasped, turned around and faced him in surprise. He told me that he knew that I had an active sex life in my past relationship and that it would be hard for me to resist sexual temptation from any men that I might meet. He said that he could offer me some private sessions where he could minister to me and help me to remain celibate. I told him I would like that. He said that the first step would be for me to tell him about the many sexual events that had occurred in my life. He also said that he understood that normal human beings needed to have love and support and that he could provide that as well. I asked him to hold me and he readily gave me a hug. I felt our hearts pounding hard together. He gave me an unexpected kiss, deep-throated me with his tongue, and then grasped my buttocks again. Oh, this made me very aroused. I kissed him back and pushed my pelvis against him. As I did so I felt his hard cock pushing against me. He reached behind me and pulled up my skirt to grab my smooth, round, bare bottom (I wore thong underwear). Before long he had reached down to pull the plug of the baptistry to let the water out. In the meantime, he grabbed some large, thick terry cloth towels and laid them down on the area near the baptistry. He asked me to go down the 4 steps into the baptistry which was now drained of water. He said, "Bend over" and, to my delight, he began to fondle my now-wet cunt until I began to writhe and moan. "Fuck me!", I begged. "Give it to me now! Fuck me hard and deep! Feed me your cock now!" He did so and we began to moan together. "Your body is beautiful! Your breasts are soooo large and sexy!" I got up and lay down on the thick, white towells so he could suck my tits and clit. I rolled him over and placed by large, horny tits over his face and moved down to his cock where I tit-fucked him vigorously. "OH, MY GOD!", he yelled loudly as he came between my tits and on my face. We were both so horny and it felt so good to be fucking in the House of God! I stood up, straddled him and masturbated above him as we locked eyes. I held onto the wall so I could move my pelvis up, down and every which way without falling down. His cum and mine dripped down my legs; he reached up to smear it into my white, pretty thighs. I lowered down and lay sideways in spoon-fashion next to him as we slowly caught our breath.
He told me that he felt that God had given us the gift of sex and that we, as humans, were not meant to be alone. "Sex is not a sin, my dear, and I want you to feel good about your strong sex drive. If you ever feel the need for a release, even after your baptism, you can come see me any time for 'counseling and therapy'.
I left the church and looked forward to my baptism and to other visits in the future. I am quite certain that I will need future counseling and therapy. I will not hesitate to call on the pastor since I know that he is God's vessel of love.
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