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The Preacher's Wife
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
***
This is the story about a minister's wife who has a
ravenous sexual appetite. Her preference is for
teenagers but she's willing to share with her uptight
hubby. (M/f-teen, ped, bi, voy, reluc, 1st mast, oral,
anal)
***
Author's Note: This is a work of erotic fiction
involving lesbian and straight sex in a religious
setting. No disrespect of any church or religion is
intended. If you are offended by religious references
within erotic literature please do not read this story.
***
Rachel knelt beside her bed, her head on her arms and
her chestnut hair surrounding her tear stained face
like a shroud. She was praying. In the living room;
both her parents were also on their knees consulting
with The Almighty. Mister and missus Percival prayed
for guidance; Rachel prayed that the Supreme Commander
would give the answer she so desired. She had arrived
at her fifteenth birthday without a real friend in the
world. It wasn't her personality that held her back and
it certainly wasn't her appearance. It was a question
of opportunity. Her parents are missionaries, so for
over half of her short life she'd lived in the third
world.
Rachel was very excited when the decision was made that
she should attend regular high school during this
sabbatical instead of being home schooled, as had
always been the practice. She was very much looking
forward to socializing with peers from her own culture
and anxious to get up to speed with all that she'd
missed. Rachel had been enrolled for three months at
the local high school when disaster struck. One of the
missionaries in the field had taken ill, and had to
return home. Their pastor had asked the Percivals if
they could return to Kenya for a year on an emergency
assignment until other arrangements could be made. The
question Al and Nancy now presented to the commander
and chief from their knees in the living room was
whether Rachel should accompany them back.
The possibility of the youngster remaining State side
was made possible by the pastor's offer to have the
teenager live with him and his new wife during the
crisis. The decision was an agonizing one for Rachel's
parents. To be separated from their only child for a
year was nearly unthinkable, on the other hand the
political situation in Kenya had severely deteriorated
and there was considerable danger.
The Percivals were prepared to accept the risk to
themselves as part of their calling; they were
confident the Lord would protect them. To put Rachel in
harm's way when there was an alternative seemed
selfish. Her parents were well aware of their
daughter's overwhelming desire to stay behind and
continue her schooling at home. That was the conundrum
the couple now presented to God.
***
Pastor Sydney Koch was sixty years old and had
recruited the Percivals to the Mission ten years ago.
He'd lost his wife to breast cancer five years ago and
at fifty-five expected to live the rest of his days as
a widower. When Agnes Jenson joined his congregation
three years ago he couldn't help being attracted to the
beautiful out going thirty-eight year old widow. Agnes
told him she had lost her husband to the same dreaded
disease that had claimed his dear wife. Syd prayed long
and hard before he proposed to missus Jenson. They'd
tied the knot a year ago last August.
The six foot two, lean, grey haired church leader
straightened his suit jacket before pressing the door
bell of the missionary's front door. Al Percival
greeted his earthly boss a moment later with a warm
hand shake.
"Thanks for coming Syd," the missionary greeted his
guest. "We really need guidance here."
"I can certainly understand your dilemma, Al, and I
know I'm asking a lot" Syd replied in the soothing
baritone that made him such a compelling speaker from
the pulpit every Sunday. Sitting in the living room of
the church owned house the three discussed the pros and
cons of the decision that faced Rachel's parents.
The teenager heard the door bell and made her way into
the hall to see who had arrived. She wore a simple pink
cotton nightie with a round neck just below her collar
bone and puffy short sleeves. The night dress was two
years old and a hand me down to begin with.
Missionaries lead a Spartan existence often relying on
the charity of the congregation for the basics. Many of
the girl's clothes were acquired through the donation
box in the church basement.
The night gown, which had fit nicely a year or so ago,
was now a full size or more too small. Rachel had shot
up about four inches in that year and now stood five
feet tall. The result was that the hem of her nightie
barely covered her blossoming posterior and the top fit
snuggly across her pert 'B' cup breasts.
"Come on in Rach'," her mother invited when she noticed
the teenager in the doorway "this conversation is all
about you; you should be here." The pastor watched the
scantily clad young woman pad across the room bare foot
and felt his cock twitch. He immediately prayed for
forgiveness.
The minister didn't know he had a libido until he met
Agnes. Sex in his first marriage was an infrequent and
after the first ten years a fairly boring affair. Two
inexperienced and unknowledgeable people in the bedroom
were bad enough but when one of them had practically no
interest in the activities the enterprise was doomed.
His first wife performed in bed as if it were an
unpleasant duty. In her defense Syd wasn't exactly the
most skilled lover one could hope for. Agnes was at the
opposite end of the spectrum.
When Agnes was talking with someone some part of her
was invariably in contact, a hand, an arm, a hip,
occasionally a breast. She stood close, too close, all
the time. When Syd welcomed her to the congregation
three years ago they had talked after the Sunday
evening service for fifteen minutes. By the time the
conversation was over the pathetic widower was so
aroused that he had rushed home and masturbated for the
first time since he was a teenager.
The minister might have thought the newest member of
his church had designs on him except for the fact that
Agnes did that with everybody, male and female alike.
She was a touchy-feely, outgoing free spirit. It
wouldn't have been as much of a problem, were it not
for the fact that she was also gorgeous. She stood five
foot seven with raven black hair to her shoulders. Her
hour glass figure belied her age. Busty but not top
heavy, she knew how to dress to show off her formidable
assets.
The most surprising part was that she was adored by
everyone she met. Even the dowdiest of the church
ladies seemed to accept her flamboyant style. On their
wedding night, a little over a year ago, he learned
more in the first half hour than the combined knowledge
from his previous fifty-nine years. The education was
continuing to this day. The consequence of all of this
was that the sex drive he didn't know he had just a
couple of years ago was now sometimes out of control;
like when little Rachel Percival paraded across the
room.
Rachel took a seat on the couch beside her mother and
immediately cuddled up, pulling her bare feet up under
her bottom. The pink nightie was not up to the job. It
could not cover the white panties that were apparently
painted on the impossibly round pubescent bum. To Syd
the white cotton shone like the sun. It was the
brightest thing in the room.
'I'm not looking' he told himself but Sydney Koch was a
moth. He felt his penis engorging and knew that it had
already reached a level where it would be apparent if
he stood up. Hunching a little forward to make sure the
condition of his member remained a secret and making I
look like a move of empathy he said with remarkable
composure; "have you discussed the possibilities with
your daughter?" deliberately being cryptic in case the
Percivals did not want Rachel to know about the option
of moving in with him and his wife.
"Yes she is aware of your kind offer" Nancy replied
"and she's all for it. It's just us... it's that we...
I mean..." the last part was just a sob and she hugged
her daughter as if the devil himself was trying to take
her away. "You tell him Al" the distraught mother
croaked through her tears and constricted throat. The
intense hug had pulled the pitiful nightgown even
further out of place. Syd could clearly make out the
shadow of the cleft between the teenagers buttocks
causing the pastor to bite his lip quite hard.
"We've been praying for guidance" the girl's father
took up the task with a quavering voice "but I think
what we actually need is strength. Nancy and I both
know that staying in the States is the best thing for
Rachel." The poor man's voice cracked and tears rolled
down his cheeks. "We just have to ask the Lord to
comfort us during this... this... separation," and he
sobbed wrapping his arms around his hugging wife and
daughter as far as they would reach. Syd was truly
moved and under normal circumstances would have joined
the group hug but his boner was threatening to tear his
jockeys. He compromised by reaching out and putting his
hand on Al's shoulder
"We'll take good care of her" he assured the weeping
couple and looked at Rachel who, although she looked
very concerned, was not crying. The teenager looked at
the pastor and a strained smile brightened her pretty
features. The woody reasserted its demand for
attention. Syd wondered how he was going to get out of
there.
Nancy kissed Rachel's head "Come on sweetheart I'll
tuck you in." That being said the mother and daughter
disappeared back down the hall from which Rachel had
arrived in the first place. Allen rose and rubbed his
eyes
"I'll be back in a minute Reverend," he said and
followed the women. When his back was turned Syd seized
the opportunity, stood up and covered his embarrassing
pole with his suit coat.
"Al, I really should be going" he called after the
departing missionary. The teary eyed man turned back
toward the pastor from the doorway to the hall. "It's
OK my son, go and be with your family. I'll let myself
out." Al nodded
"Thanks for everything Syd," he croaked and continued
toward his daughter's bedroom as his boss turned to
leave. By the time he was in his car mister Koch's
hard-on had subsided. He wondered what it was going to
be like having the nubile teenager around his house for
a year. He was dismayed when his dick twitched again.
***
There were lots of tears at the airport that morning a
week later when Rachel and Syd saw her parents off to
the mission field. The pastor put his arm around the
chestnut haired teen as they walked back through the
terminal. "Everything's going to be fine" Reverend Koch
assured his ward as they walked.
Back at the Koch residence Agnes was sipping her coffee
in the living room and contemplating the new living
arrangement. The thought of having the attractive
teenager living under her roof gave her a warm glow.
The warmth was not from the humanitarian nature of the
accommodation; it centered much lower than her heart.
The raven haired forty-one year old had not actually
lied to her mate, she just hadn't told the whole truth.
Agnes was quite comfortably a sexual being. She enjoyed
her physical pleasure and the gender and age of her
partners were not high priorities. To say she enjoyed
it was perhaps an understatement craved might be a more
accurate term. While the gender and age were not
critical considerations she had a strong preference for
younger partners; to be completely honest young and
female was the ideal.
Marriage assured her of continuous access to fulfill
her lusty needs and offered the added advantage of
presenting her as an upstanding member of the
community. The husbands she chose, beyond the basic
physical requirements she'd set, needed to have
professional status that provided access to a talent
pool for her lascivious desires.
Her late husband, God rest his soul, had been the
director of youth services for the county. She had
originally attended Syd's church, not because of any
piousness, but in search of the right combination of
physical and professional credentials. It was pure
coincidence that she had found the right stuff in the
pastor himself.
The visions missus Koch was conjuring of her young ward
were causing a longing feeling in her crotch that would
soon need to be addressed when she heard the door open.
Sydney entered the living room with his arm around
Rachel who looked haggard from the emotional ordeal she
was going through.
"I'm gonna leave you two ladies to get better
acquainted," Syd announced giving the girl a firm
sidelong one armed squeeze "I need to be down at the
hospital by noon."
"That's exactly what we need," Agnes agreed rising from
the couch smiling and taking the teenager by the
shoulders, looking squarely into her deep brown eyes,
"Rachel and I are going to get to know each other very
well."
"OK then, I'm off. I should be home by six. If it's
going to be any later I'll give you a call." The
minister informed his wife with a peck on the cheek
before exiting the residence. Agnes continued to hold
the Rachel by the shoulders and look deeply into the
girl's eyes.
"You look so drained honey, and no wonder this must be
so hard for you" missus Koch sympathized. "Let's go and
clean you up a bit. You must be feeling so grimy after
crying all morning." Guiding the youngster down the
hall to the bathroom the pastor's wife finally released
her when they arrived in front of the vanity.
The older woman turned on the water and when it reached
a suitable temperature she activated the pop up
stopper, letting the sink fill. Taking a wash cloth
from the linen closet she dunked it into the warm
water. "We don't want to get this all wet do we?" Agnes
asked rhetorically as she gripped the bottom of the
girl's T shirt and began to pull upward.
Rachel automatically raised her arms to facilitate its
removal. The teenager was used to being treated as a
child. Part of her actually liked the way her mother
coddled her but there was another feeling that came
more and more often now. She wanted to be treated as an
adult at least sometimes. In this case she really felt
too worn out to protest anyway.
Agnes felt her pussy clench as the firm round mounds
came into view. Their full magnificence only slightly
obscured by the thin nylon bra that encased them. She
was surprised and excited by the size of the flat pink
areolas that shone through the flesh colored fabric.
After placing the girl's top on the towel bar she
touched the bra strap and said "should we take this off
too?" 'Don't rush her' she cautioned herself. Rachel's
fatigued brain whirled through a tumbling series of
thoughts.
'Nobody's seen me topless in quite a while,' she
thought. She was very aware of her bust development, it
seemed to grow weekly. Her upbringing made nudity a
sin, so letting anyone see you with your clothes off
was something she'd been taught not to do. At the same
time she was thinking, 'this is Pastor Koch's wife she
wouldn't ask you to do anything wrong.'
The last and most troubling though was that recently
she'd noticed her breasts were becoming very sensitive.
When she was washing or even sometimes just changing
her clothes touching them gave her strange feeling in
her tummy; well sort of her tummy. It was a feeling the
teenager was tempted to explore further but she was
scared and thought it might be naughty, like some of
the pictures she'd seen of naked people.
Her parents had warned her that she was far too young
to be concerned with s-e-x and that she should stay
completely away from anything like that until she was
old enough to understand. Her parents of course thought
they could shield their daughter from the real world at
least into her late teens; early twenties would be even
better. They neglected to realize that they were no
longer in a remote third world location where they
could control the information and stimuli that Rachel
was exposed to. Her lack of knowledge and understanding
left her ill prepared for everything.
It seemed perfectly reasonable to the teen that if you
were going to wash up you'd have to take your clothes
off. She could freshen up herself as she usually did;
just ask missus Koch to leave and continue to wash on
her own. 'Wouldn't that be rude?' the beautiful wife of
the pastor had opened her house and her heart, and now
she was offering to bathe her. 'If I ask her to go out
I might hurt her feelings.' Being ungrateful was one of
the worst sins the youngster could think of committing.
The pause was only a few seconds but to Agnes it seemed
like hours. Rachel had made her decision. As a way of
answering her guardian's question Rachel reached up
behind her back searching for the fastener in the
middle of the flesh tone back strap. Without further
ceremony the girl pulled the shoulder straps down her
arms and off. Agnes cleared her throat to disguise the
moan as the girl's perfect teenaged tits were fully
exposed.
"You're getting to be quite a big girl," the minister's
wife commented taking the underwear out of the girl's
hand and placing it with her T shirt. The teenager was
surprised at the sudden sense of freedom she felt.
There was the physical freedom from the removal of the
slightly constricting bra but it was more than that.
Letting the older woman see her naked chest was somehow
liberating. It was like revealing a secret that you
really didn't want to keep. The tone of Agnes' comment
also made her feel good, like grown up or something.
"They seem to get bigger every week," Rachel agreed
looking down at her bare boobies. She was starting to
feel quite relaxed and comfortable with the black
haired woman who'd taken her in. When she looked up her
eyes were drawn to her host's chest. "I wonder if
they'll get as big as yours." The promising turn of the
conversation caused missus Koch's coochie to jump. She
was wearing a red velour top that, as with most of her
clothes, was quite fitted and hugged her prominent bust
making it appear that much larger.
"I think they're almost as big as mine now. Wanna
compare?" Agnes asked and stripped off her top without
waiting for a reply. Her lacy red bra presented her
boobs as if they were on a platter. Agnes obviously
knew her 'C' cups were bigger but comparing can be so
much fun. Rachel was sure she had never seen such a
beautiful bra. The intricate lace combined with the
fiery red color mesmerized the teen. The soft flesh
that bulged out the top was causing that funny feeling
in her tummy.
The girl felt as though she had a heating pad applied
to her hips the way her mom sometimes did when she had
her monthly cramps. This warm feeling seemed to be
spreading out. Agnes was watching the girl's face
intently when she reached behind, released the hooks
and pulled the decorative covering away from her ample
tits.
After placing the bra on the counter top the pastor's
wife lifted her slightly sagged bosom and squeezed the
supple flesh gently. Her already tingling nipples
stiffened more and grew to about half their erect
length. "Feel yours and then feel mine" the older woman
proposed.
Rachel raised her hands and cupped her tender mounds. A
thrill exploded right where she peed. "Ohhhhh...
noooo... its naughty," she wailed at the intense never
before experienced wave of pleasure and dropped her
hands away from her boobs.
"No it's not honey. God gave you these gifts. He
wouldn't give them to you if He didn't want you to use
them," Agnes assured. "It's OK for you to touch them,"
she repeated putting the girl's hands back on her
breasts. Rachel held her hands motionless on her
mounds. "Squeeze them a little sweetie," the pastor's
wife encouraged. The teenager's fingers pressed into
the pliable flesh.
"Mmmm... ohhhh..." she moaned. Her eyes were now
closed.
"It feels good doesn't it," Agnes commented as she took
the opportunity to tug and twist her aching nipples
sending electric shocks to her throbbing clit. The teen
was still confused her mom had told her that touching
herself was a sin but the Reverend's wife said it was
OK. It felt so wonderful, how could it be wrong? Anyway
wouldn't missus Koch know more than her mom? She was
married to the holiest man Rachel knew.
"It... it makes me... uh, feel... feel... uh... funny."
"Where does it make you feel funny sweetheart, show me"
the older woman encouraged. The girl dropped one hand
to her crotch. "Right here?" Agnes put her fingers
between the girl's legs and felt the steamy heat.
"Yesss," the teen sighed as if all the air had been let
out of her.
"Can I take a look; ...will you let me see where you
feel funny?" missus Koch asked as she started to work
the button at the waistband of her ward's shorts. "It's
not really funny, it's kinda nice isn't it?" she asked
as she began sliding the zipper down slowly watching
Rachel's face for any signs of distress. As she peeled
the denim over the white cotton of the panties, over
the round projecting posterior she caught the first
whiff of the teenager's arousal.
The sweet female musk made her mouth water as she
guided the stiff material to the floor. Looking up
again Agnes was happy to see that her victim's breast
manipulation had become some what more aggressive. She
though she saw the teen catching her pink areolas in
the gap between her thumb and the side of her hand.
When she tapped the girl's ankle she obediently raised
her feet one at a time permitting Agnes to get the
shorts completely off.
The half naked pastor's wife parked her butt on the
closed lid of the commode. Her face was inches from the
fragrant cotton covered teenaged vulva. She inhaled
deeply through her nose before putting her fingers on
the hot damp crotch gusset "Is this where you have the
feelings?" Agnes asked unnecessarily stroking the plump
sparsely haired mons through the panties. The sound the
teenager made defied description.
"Can I take a closer look?" the seated woman pleaded as
she took hold of the waist elastic. Once again she
looked into Rachel's big brown eyes that were now open.
What she saw was not terror, so she began to remove the
soggy underpants. The pastor's wife read the expression
as a mixture of arousal tempered by some nervousness or
fear. The experienced seductress was confident that the
arousal was going to win out in this case.
Once they were past her butt they descended the slender
adolescent thighs easily. At the floor there was no
prompting required this time. The teen automatically
lifted one foot after the other while the minister's
wife acquired undisputed possession of the precious
piece of fabric. The naked girl watched with
fascination as Agnes pressed the panties to her nose
and mouth.
"See it's gone all funny," the girl said. "It's like
I'm turning inside out. It didn't used to look like
that."
"You mean this?" missus Koch asked gently touching the
slippery distended inner labia.
"Ahhh... yeah," the teen groaned at the intimate
contact.
"Those are your inner lips," Agnes instructed running
her finger tip over the vaginal wings. "Lots of women
have them sticking out. It's quite normal." Rachel's
hips hunched as though she was trying to escape the
erotic stimulation. The older woman put the exploratory
finger in her mouth to sample the delicious pussy
juice. "Mine stick out even further; wanna see?"
The naked teenager wasn't sure she'd heard correctly
but she figured out that she had when her guardian
stood up and stripped off her slacks and panties with
practiced ease. When the older woman sat back down on
the closed toilet lid and spread her legs Rachel got a
view of something she'd really never expected to see.
The mature, not to mention highly aroused, vulva opened
like a blossoming flower. She was suddenly fascinated
and sank to her knees for a closer look. The mussed up
chestnut hair of her ward appearing between her lewdly
parted thighs sent a spike of sensation through the
older woman's pounding pudenda.
Rachel was overcome by the musky aroma and the sight of
long labial lips. Agnes used two fingers to open her
folds and spread her wings exposing the deep pink of
the flooded interior. "See my lips are even longer than
yours" she noted for the kneeling teen. The girl sat on
her haunches wondering why looking at missus Koch's
crotch was making her own tingle so. "You can touch it
if you want to," the older woman offered. Rachel always
used a wash cloth to clean herself down there. She
scrubbed it hard because if she went gently those funny
forbidden feelings started.
She reached out preparing to explore Agnes's vulva
before she'd even touched her own. When the pubescent
fingers made first contact with her slippery quim the
pastor's wife sucked in her breath. The girl
immediately looked up concerned. "It's OK honey, go
ahead," the seated woman reassured her. The tentative
strokes were tantalizing but missus Koch needed so much
more. She pulled up with the fingers that were holding
her lips open, causing the plump prepuce at the top to
retract and her red jelly bean to poke its head out
from underneath.
Leaving the task of holding the labia open to the girl
she ran the tip of her finger over the aroused glans.
"Put your fingers inside," the horny woman breathed.
The teenager had no idea what she meant and looked up
with a confused expression. With her right forefinger
still rolling her clit Agnes took the girl's right hand
in her left and positioned the small digit in her
vestibule. Once she had the teenager's finger centered
she pulled the willing arm forward, penetrating her
yearning sheath.
Feeling the hot wet flesh of her guardian's vagina
close around her finger made the kneeling girl's pussy
twitch. She held her finger motionless wrapped in the
spongy heat but now she understood what inside meant.
"Move it in and out" Agnes begged breathlessly. Rachel
took up a slow reciprocating motion; every thrust
seemed to tickle her own girlhood.
'It's like being fucked with a tooth pick,' Agnes
thought in frustration. "Use all your fingers honey,"
the woman pleaded. The fifteen year old bundled her
fingers together and penetrated her host. The primal
grunt didn't scare her this time. The girl realized
that the unintelligible sounds missus Koch was making
were caused by pleasure and not pain. She took up her
steady in and out motion again.
"Ahhhgrr... deeper," Agnes demanded grasping the girl's
wrist and pushing the tiny fingers in as far as they
would go. The limitation was the thumb. Completely
absorbed in her task now, Rachel had all but forgotten
her own body. The girl was fixated on exploring the
depth of the drooling womanhood. She folded her thumb
in allowing her whole little hand to enter her
guardian's snatch. With the size and depth now adequate
there was only one improvement that needed to be made.
"Faster, uh... faster..." the woman on the closed
toilet commanded. The teenager went as fast as she
could.
The spasming vagina clamped down on her tiny hand with
amazing force as her host let out a deep groan that
increased in pitch until it could only be described as
a scream. The girl was scared all over again and in
reflex started to pull her hand out from inside missus
Koch's body. Agnes grabbed the teenager's wrist to
prevent the removal of the pleasuring hand until the
final quakes of her orgasm began to subside.
Still twitching and moaning the minister's wife
realized that she'd completely lost control. She looked
down into the large brown eyes of her ward; they were
wide with shock and confusion. 'I hope I haven't fucked
this up,' Agnes thought as she extracted the teenagers
hand from inside her. Rachel was still on her haunches,
panting and apparently near tears. She took the girl's
hand to her mouth, licking and sucking until it was
clean.
The shaking girl was amazed at how the older woman's
hot mouth sucking her fingers sent jolts of sensation
between her legs. "Come sweetheart," missus Koch urged,
pulling the teenager to her feet. The pastor's wife led
the naked teenager to her bed.
Shall I continue? jw1137@hotmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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