The Preacher Counsels "Little" Tammy Jo

By Gerbil (gerbilman@juno.com)

Preacher's celibacy is put to the test by young Amazon.



Fresh out of college, I guess I couldn't expect much but when I was 

assigned to be a country minister to the Pleasant Valley Baptist 

Church, with a congregation of 75, I was a little crestfallen. After a 

year of service however, I found the job to be more and more 

satisfying as I wore numerous hats; one of the most important being a 

counselor to my parishioners.



It was 3:30 and I ushered Tammy Jo Jenkins into my office with a warm 

smile and handshake. "Hi Tammy Jo, I'm glad you could drop by. It's 

been a long time since I've seen you.



She had stopped going to church about a month after I had arrived and 

evidently her puberty had shifted into overdrive because at my meager 

5'8", I found myself looking up into her 5'11 eyes, quite remarkable 

for a teenage girl. The Lord works in mysterious ways. I watched 

her nervously move to the couch and clasp her hands over her bare 

legs, resting on heavily muscled thighs. The tenseness she was feeling 

was causing the muscles in her tanned forearms to jump involuntarily, 

and for some unexplainable reason the abundant display of dancing 

muscles was having a stimulating effect upon me.



I moved to the couch still with my consoling smile, but couldn't 

remove the thoughts that the devil was placing in my mind as I looked 

at the firm globes of a breast only partially covered by a sheer 

brassiere, exposed by the shirt opening at her armpit. I felt my heart 

beating faster as I sensed the devil working overtime.



Tammy Jo's mother was concerned about her and had been in to discuss 

her behavior with me one afternoon. TJ, as her mother called her, had 

always been a tomboy, but recently had been finding that she could do 

fascinating things with her body, and even more fascinating things 

with boys' bodies, which had gone too far when she had pinned and 

raped Mr. Whimple, her high school principal.



I held a teary-eyed Widow Jenkins, and rubbed her broad back, brought 

about by years of heavy farm work, which only enhanced her beautiful 

six foot, 175 pound frame, and I told that her I would gladly talk to 

Tammy Jo if she would be willing to come in.



That moment had arrived, and in my warmest, kindest most nurturing 

voice, I placed my hand on Tammy Jo's for comforting only. "I'm very 

glad you came in to talk Tammy Jo. Can I get you a soda or anything."



She gave a shy smile and finally looked up from her lap, "I'd like 

that please Reverend."



What a sweet, shy, unassuming young lady. I returned with two drinks 

and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I saw her raise the can to 

her lips, forming a noticeable bicep with just that simple movement. 

How could a teenage girl have such incredible development, Satan 

made me wonder. Ministers were not supposed to become aroused, 

especially by their "flock", especially when one of the "flock" was a 

teenaged vulnerable shy child. So what if she had the body of a twenty 

four year old goddess? 



 I turned my head away and guzzled my cold soda as I tried to regroup 

my thoughts and continue in my mission to Tammy Jo and her mother. 

"Tammy Jo, you are becoming a big girl now, and I believe we can just 

be honest with each other and talk openly about why you are here." I 

saw her immediately tense, and I gently grasped her arm, and urged her 

to relax. I unconsciously found myself rubbing up and down on the 

smooth tanned flesh, hypnotized by it's shape and hardness. I was the 

one almost hyperventilating at this point and Tammy Jo looked over 

with concern. 



"Are you okay Reverend?" 



I fought with the devil who was obviously holding my hand against the 

warm flesh and was able to pull it away, but the struggle had caused a 

few drops of sweat to form on my brow, which I quickly wiped away. 

"I'm fine dear, but it's a little warm in here," and I moved to turn 

on the air conditioner and conquer the evil serpent coming to life and 

making my pants rise.



Satisfied that I was now under control, I moved back to the couch and 

eventually got her to relax and begin talking.



"I can't explain it Reverend, but it is as if something happens to me 

when I sense lust in a boy or man. It is not really me anymore, but 

some being or thing takes over my mind and body. It makes me do things 

like I would never want to do normally. A terrible, evil, almost 

demon-like voice inside my head takes over. Just like what happened to 

Mr. Wimple. It went `Come on Tammy, you want to see a grown man's 

penis don't you. I cried out "No", but the voice just laughed and 

scared me as it became stronger and said `Sure you do. See his 

Zipper?' Go ahead and pull it down. You want to, and he really wants 

you to no matter how much he cries out. Go ahead now.' And I did it, 

and as I lost more and more control over my thoughts, this being or 

thing inside me gained more and more control over poor nice Mr. 

Wimple."



"So you hear voices Tammy and they are telling you to do nasty things 

and you can't resist them. Is that right?"



 "Yes Sir, that's right. Like when I pinned Principal Walters in his 

office and put his head in a scissors with my thighs, then unzipped 

his pants and pulled out his hard...penis," she cringed, but 

continued. "It was so ugly and veiny, and he uses it to go... pee pee 

with; but I put my lips all round it and sucked and licked up an down. 

Honest preacher, I hated every minute of it and he did too, the way he 

was squirming and moaning and breathing hard. I wanted to set him 

free, but my muscular legs just grew tighter and tighter until he 

couldn't almost breathe, and I moved up even closer, and....and... I'm 

so embarrassed, but I made him smell and lick my hairy....vagina. Oh 

Reverend, I know I'm so bad, but it really wasn't me that got a firm 

grip on his....testicles and told him to spread his legs and lay 

still, and it wasn't me that stuck a finger...oh God I can barely say 

it...stuck a finger inside where he goes poo poo."



She broke down in tears even further finishing her confession, and 

between sobs said, "Is there any hope for me? Am I a wanton slut? Am I 

going to burn in hell for eternity?"



I turned her and took her in my arms, still sitting on the couch and 

rubbed her back. "No honey, you're not an evil person, just an active 

very healthy teenager possibly who has lost her way a bit."



She drew back and with tear streaked eyes sobbed, "C-c-can you help me 

find my way Reverend? I don't want to be a bad girl."



Of course my heart went out to her at that moment - a lost sheep 

seeking desperately to find her way back to the flock, and it was my 

duty to do everything humanly possible to guide this poor lost child.



Tammy Jo broke down in tears once again, when she looked at me and saw 

the skepticism I was trying desperately to hide.



"I knew you wouldn't believe me. My Momma didn't believe me either 

when I told her something was possessing me. But, but it's the tr-

truth," she sobbed.



She slowly regrouped, wiping the tears from her eyes, then placed both 

arms up and began to adjust the rubber band holding her blond ponytail 

in place. First her right bicep popped, then the left exploded. She 

was moving her arms so rapidly with the adjustment it was producing a 

grand display of alternating exploding muscle to rival the grandest 

forth of July. For thirty seconds she adjusted her hair, and for each 

glorious second, I could not tear my gaze from those incredible arms.



Suddenly she stopped and drew her arms away from her hair. Slowly a 

realization seemed to come over her, and she looked over at me with a 

knowing smile as her eyes narrowed into a piercing evil stare. A 

transformation in her had occurred. She was no longer the shy, sweet 

innocent little girl with muscles, but took on the look of a man-

eating succubus, capable of devouring two or three at one sitting.



Startled, I drew back apprehensibly, frightened by this new look in 

her eyes.



"Uh, are you okay Tammy Jo?



She looked at the bulge in my pants which the display of eye popping 

muscle had produced, and hungrily licked her lips and moved closer. 



"I've never been better Reverend, but please, call me Dominique."



I held both hands up in shock.



"Whoa. Wait just a minute Tammy Jo. If we're going to make any 

progress, we have to be honest with each other, and not play games."



"Okay Reverend. You first. Are you or are you not turned on by my 

body?"



Too quickly, I blurted out, "No, of course not." It appeared that we 

were both in a high state of denial at that point, since my hard cock 

was saying the opposite.



She moved closer with a disbelieving smile on her face and said, "Mr. 

Preacher Man... Soon your nose will grow as large as other portions of 

you anatomy. Now you wouldn't lie to Dominique would you? and she 

reached out to grab my crotch, causing a further hardening.



I leapt up, totally frustrated, moving back from her I yelled, "Now 

stop this right now Tammy Jo. You're a teenage girl with a problem 

we will solve, Dominique doesn't exist."



She sensuously raised her beautiful frame from the couch and with a 

seductive smile and slow sway of her hips advanced toward me like a 

spider advancing on a fly. I looked around for some help from 

somewhere, but none was apparent. I raised both hands out in front of 

me and tried to reason with her once again. 



"Please sit down Tammy Jo and let's talk this over."



My words seemed to fall on deaf ears as she continued to move toward 

me, the sleek muscles of her arms and legs bulging with every 

advancing step. I continued to back pedal, but suddenly knew I was 

trapped as my back touched the wall. I tried to push her back by 

putting my hands on her shoulders, but she just continued to move into 

me making my arms fold like an accordion. I knew she was strong 

looking, but I had no idea how strong, or how hard her body was up to 

that point. I was beginning to feel fear as she easily pressed her 

body into mine, but the fear could not counter the desire she was 

stirring in my crotch as I tried to fend her off.



I was held captive between her hard young body and the wall and her 

lips had found their way to my neck and they were greedily biting and 

sucking, driving me crazy, but leaving me paralyzed to resist. Her 

mouth was exploring everywhere and when her lips met mine and her 

tongue entered my mouth aggressively exploring every inch I thought I 

would pass out from lack of breath.



Her hand reached around from my bottom to once again grab and stroke 

my penis, through my pants, and it took everything I had but I finally 

resisted and broke away, yelling, "Stop. Enough. Now I don't want to 

have to hurt you Tammy Jo. Just sit down and we can beat this thing."



Tammy Jo got a hurt little girl look on her face and flexed her 

mountainous right bicep, sarcastically pouting, "Oh please Reverend, 

take pity on this little girl. Don't hurt her." 



She advanced towards my retreating form, then quickly grabbed my upper 

body and bent me forward, thrusting my head into the vice-like grip of 

her muscular thighs. I felt her reach around to the front of my pants 

and before I knew it, my belt, zipper and snap of my pants had been 

undone and been dropped to the floor. Then with one swift motion my 

underwear followed, making my legs trapped by my own clothing and my 

head under the complete control of her unyielding thighs. She released 

her hold, but my clothes around my ankles made it impossible to regain 

my balance and I went tumbling face first into the carpet. I placed my 

hands below me to try and rise, but was immediately pushed back down 

with mountain of feminine little girl muscle sitting on my back. 

Facing my feet she removed my shoes pants and underwear, at least 

leaving on my socks, so I wasn't totally exposed. Then she turned 

around, lay down on top of me and reached under to undo the buttons of 

my shirt. She ceased my yelling and futile attempts to get away by 

calmly licking my ear. I was unable to move as I felt her probing 

tongue. Then, with a warm breath she whispered, "Be a good boy, and 

Dominique will take good care of her little man. Misbehave, and I may 

have to get a little rough. Understood?"



Honestly, I tried as best I could to say no, but when that tongue 

started probing me once again, all I could do was shake my head yes. 

Her tongue continued to explore, and as she held both of my arms with 

just one of her hands pinned behind my back, she worked over my 

shoulders. She then rose up and got to the side of me, still holding 

me down.



"You have the cutest little ass, Preacher Man. Did anyone ever tell 

you that?"



Feeling like may arms were permanently bound with steel handcuffs, I 

knew I was held captive from her incredible strength and her highly 

skilled mouth and hands. She had complete control of me - she along 

with the devil - and all I could issue was a meek, "No."



"Well it is, and it's just calling out to be admired."



I felt her fingers begin to massage the cheeks and crack of my bare 

bottom, over and around and sneaking deeper, as she still held my arms 

with her other hand. Oh God. That wasn't a finger I thought. Something 

warm and moist was sliding up and down the crack of my buttocks. No, 

she can't be doing...that! It's not her tongue, I kept telling myself, 

but it was obvious that this young beautiful creature was doing 

something which I never dreamed of anyone doing to another person, but 

I couldn't help but cry out and almost whimper from the pleasure of 

having my r-rectum licked and probed. Oh yes, the devil had me, but I 

would repent later.



My mind was in a cloudy haze as she easily flipped me over onto my 

back and I heard myself weakly say, "No, no." I shook my head back and 

forth with closed eyes. The movement of my head was suddenly stopped 

as once again it was trapped by her thighs. This time my mouth and 

nose were completely covered by her now naked buttocks and vagina. The 

sweet smell of her womanly juices was driving me wild as the rich 

thick fur of her amber bush caressed my nose and mouth, up and down, 

until I could resist temptation no further. My tongue, with a mind of 

its own, had entered that place which I had always vowed never to 

enter - a woman's private area. Her vagina. 



"Ah what the hell," I rationalized as I rammed my tongue up her sexy 

cunt. There. I figured that I had ventured that far and couldn't get 

into any more trouble than I was in, so I continued to savor the sweet 

lovely nectar as she took my maleness. "Ah what the hell," I said 

again as she grabbed my cock and balls and took me in her greedy mouth 

sucking me like a human vacuum cleaner. 



Thoughts of curing her of her bad behaviors were quickly vanishing at 

this point, but I made an agreement with my thoughts that we would 

work doubly hard in our next session. My head was spinning as I licked 

and sucked and drank her juices and now, yes I admit it, licked and 

inserted *my* tongue in *her* buttocks. 



I would like to have said that this behavior and experience was the 

most disgusting thing I had ever done, or that I would never do it 

again. But I could not for "thou shalt not lie." I was in a state of 

delirium, unable to close my legs, with her lips tongue and fingers 

dancing all over my lower body and although my head and body were 

trapped, my tongue was making progress as I felt her thighs start to 

shake a little with slight spasms. Encouraged by this, I licked 

harder, faster and deeper. 



Just as I heard myself scream out, I - Ah, what the hell - I shot a 

huge wad of cum into her hungry mouth, she also screamed out in a huge 

orgasm, tightening her thighs and nearly taking my head off in the 

process. After our bodies recovered, hers a little faster than mine, 

she lifted me off the floor and set me naked on my desk. She hugged me 

and all I could do was hug back. My nose was resting on the 

beautifully designed upper body, and I could have stayed there 

forever, but she broke the hold and began to get dressed.



I dressed myself, still unable to remove my eyes from her body as it 

was slowly being hidden behind clothes again.



"I must say Dominique, you are incredible, but we have to get rid of 

you, so Tammy Jo can lead a normal life and stop raping men."



"Oh Reverend. You didn't buy that did you? That type stuff only 

happens in the movies like in `The Exorcist.' I just wanted you, and 

doubted very seriously that if I said I want to take you to bed that 

you would have just stripped and gone very quietly. True, I guess I do 

need to learn to control my urges a little better, but it's not really 

like robbing banks or mugging people, and I have never really had any 

complaints from my *victims*."



I was just staring at her in shock and disbelief; speechless. How 

could I have been conned so easily? I was still standing slack jawed 

as she headed out the door and with her little girl voice said, "See 

ya next week for another sermon." I just looked at the ground and 

shook my head, and in a low voice mumbled, "Ah, what the hell."