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Preacher's Wife - 2
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
***
Missus Koch continues the sexual tutorial and Pastor
Koch's inadvertent peeping results in a mind and cock
blowing experience. (F/f-teen, voy, mast, oral, bi)
***
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.
Since there was a satisfactory response to part one,
here's the next installment.
***
The nude pastor's wife laid the naked missionary's
daughter on her marital bed. Agnes took a long moment
to survey her prize. The chin length chestnut hair that
normally framed the pretty juvenile face was scattered
on the beige of the unmade bed's pillow. The plump
round developing mounds on her chest were topped with a
surprisingly large pale pink areola, a little red corn
kernel size bump protruded in the center.
Missus Koch noticed that the teenager's boobs were
actually big enough to pan cake just a bit to the
outsides of the slender ribs. Down over the adolescent
bulge of the tummy and the beginnings of a waist she
came to the triangle of brown fuzz where the slim
thighs joined.
Agnes was just barely able to detect the top of the
slit peaking through the tangle of new hair. The little
abdomen was rising and falling rapidly with the
teenager's accelerated breathing. Back to the face the
pastor's wife saw a mixture of fear and desire in the
large wide brown eyes.
Rachel stared up at the first woman she had ever seen
naked. The pear shaped breasts hung down and then
turned up at the bottom, presenting a reddish brown peg
the size of the first joint of her middle finger. Even
with her very limited knowledge of the human anatomy
she knew that was where a baby nursed. The girl was
overcome by the desire to suck on the older woman's
tits. The tingling heat below her tummy made her want
to rub herself down there.
'Missus Koch said it was OK to touch my breasts, maybe
it's OK to do that too' the girl surmised. She put her
hand on her coochie for the first time while her eyes
followed her guardian's torso down to the juncture of
the mature thighs. The older woman's cleft was clearly
visible because it was devoid of hair.
She could see the much darker colored puffy flesh that
protruded and knew from the tutorial in the bathroom
that they were called lips. She'd knew how soft and
spongy missus Koch's lips felt now she was feeling her
own. They were much thinner and less puffy but when she
ran her finger over them a wave of extreme heat seemed
to rise from between her legs and envelope her whole
body. The spreading warmth made her head spin.
"That's it honey touch your beautiful little pussy"
Agnes encouraged "open wider sweetheart" the older
woman recommended as she pushed the pubescent thighs
apart. Spreading her legs provided much freer access
for her exploring fingers. She felt her lips part and
encountered the slippery wetness they contained. The
pastor's wife's hand was caressing her tummy as she
said "That's good sweetie feel all around... push your
finger inside just a bit".
Rachel followed directions, her fingers sliding over
the slippery engorged labia; she was beginning to feel
pressure building up. Missus Koch had propped her hip
on the bed and was leaning over the masturbating
teenager. The minister's wife was caressing the nubile
pubescent body with both hands. Sliding up from the
girl's abdomen she cupped both of the firm little
boobies and began kneading them. When Rachel felt the
expert attention to her breasts waves of pleasure
washed over her and her fingers moved faster and
deeper. Grunts of delight now accompanied the
teenager's very rapid breathing.
Agnes pulled upward on the fleshy hot young vulva. The
action brought the girl's clitoral hood into view. "Rub
just a little bit higher honey" her teacher suggested.
Rachel's fingers encountered the firm bump covered by
the protective flap of skin and instinctively began a
rapid circular motion. The explosion was like the other
waves that had been flowing over her but much more
intense. She felt her hips thrust upward off the bed
and she knew she was screaming.
Her head was spinning out of control and her fingers
slowed down and then stopped. She clutched her spasming
pussy. For a moment she was carried away on a cloud of
sensation that seemed to be in every part of her body
at once. She tried to hold on to the feeling but it too
quickly faded to a contented glow.
Deep lung filling breaths replaced her rapid shallow
breathing and she opened her eyes. Thought her vision
wasn't clear she was able to see the pendulous breast
that was hanging just above her face. The desire to
suckle returned and she captured the rubbery brown peg
between her lips and sucked hard.
The unexpected assault on her sensitive tit caused
missus Koch to squeal with delight. A jolt of
electricity shot through her semi flaccid clit,
engorging it rapidly back to its fully rigid condition.
She pushed the girl's hand from her crotch and replaced
it with her own; rubbing and squeezing the slippery
plump teenaged vulva.
It seemed natural to the girl to explore the older
woman's nipple with her tongue as she sucked. Agnes
brought her cum soaked fingers to her mouth and sucked
the teenaged juices off them. It was like candy.
Rachel's creamy syrup and intoxicating scent forced all
reason and restraint from the middle aged woman's mind.
When she'd started this, experience told her to go
slow, 'don't do anything that might scare her in her
very first sexual encounter.'
It was wise planning, unfortunately the pastor's wife
was now out of control. She descended on the pubescent
mound and began licking and sucking the extraordinary
pussy fluids like a fiend. The change of position of
course yanked her saliva coated tit from the teenager's
mouth and it plopped down onto the girl's soft tummy.
The missionary's daughter was amazed that her brain
could register the erotic feel of the heavy breast and
its stiff nipple on her belly while her guardian's
tongue was frantically exploring her tender vulva. The
surges started in her core. It was like bouncing on a
trampoline each surge taking her higher. When missus
Koch took the magical bump at the top of her crease
into her mouth and sucked it, a white flash blinded the
teenager in spite of the fact that her eyes were
closed.
Unlike her first orgasm this one was an electric shock
that caused every muscle in her body to tense for a
second and then release into quivering spasms. The
preacher's wife felt the powerful little discharge hit
her nose. It wasn't much but Agnes hadn't encountered a
squirter in quite a long time so the fact that Rachel
produced the high pressure discharge at all thrilled
the lapping sucking woman to the bone. When Agnes felt
she had cleaned every last drop of juice from the
shivering girl she laid her cheek on the wet crinkly
hair and simply stayed there enjoying the magnificent
fragrance.
Rachel wasn't sure where she was but she thought it
might be heaven. The intense white light had dissolved
into a sort of rosy glow. She felt a warmth and comfort
she could never have imagined and she felt herself
drifting away.
***
She woke up in a strange bed, but it wasn't missus
Koch's bed. It was her bed, in her new room, in her new
house. Rachel tried to remember how she had been, what
she had thought just a few hours ago but she couldn't.
She was changed forever by the events of this
afternoon. As if to convince herself it wasn't all a
dream she touched her girlhood and felt the sensation,
the one she used to call a funny feeling in her tummy;
now she knew better. Her fingers ruffled her thin pubic
hair and it felt crusty.
"Yuck!" she exclaimed. She'd tasted her own juices and
they were nice, when they were fresh, but dried up they
were gross. 'I wonder if that's why the pastor's wife
shaves hers off' she wondered. 'I need a bath.'
Slipping out from under the cover the naked teen was
delighted to find all her stuff neatly stowed in the
dresser drawers and the closet. She didn't know a
couple of ladies from the Women's Auxiliary had gone to
the missionary's quarters this morning and packed up
all her things while she was seeing her parents off at
the airport. Then they delivered them to her new
residence. Missus Koch had completed the relocation
task by putting everything away for her.
The house wasn't just new to her, it was new to
everybody. The Koch's had only moved into it the month
before and it wasn't even really finished yet. The
church had decided that the pastor's old residence did
not befit his station. Money had been freed up in the
budget to have the new house built on land the church
already owned. Syd's protests against the extravagance
had been overruled by the board of elders.
The previous pastor's residence would be renovated as
missionary accommodation and the tiny house that the
Percivals had just vacated would be used for emergency
shelter as it might be required. Unfortunately, Sam
Washburn, the long time church member and building
contractor, was swamped. A combination of weather
delays and people out sick had prevented him from
finishing the pastor's new digs on time.
His other "paying" projects were way behind so although
he promised the elders to get the house ready six weeks
ago he had been unable to spare the bodies. The house
was quite livable. It was just trim and moldings really
that were missing. Everyone was patient, as if they had
a choice, since Sam was doing all the work below his
cost.
Rachel slipped the worn long T shirt over her nakedness
and pulled out a fresh pair of panties. Feeling very
naughty she didn't put them on. She made her way down
the baseboard-less hall and downstairs to the kitchen
where she found missus Koch mixing something in a big
steel bowl.
"Well hello sleepy head," Agnes greeted her ward when
she saw her in the doorway. "Did you have a good rest?"
Rachel formed an embarrassed smile, "Yeah but I need a
bath," the girl responded.
"I know what you mean" Agnes said meaningfully. "Help
yourself to towels and a washcloth from the linen
closet, it's right beside the bathroom. Just throw them
in the hamper in there when you're done."
"Thanks," the teenager said appreciatively and went
back upstairs, grabbing a towel and cloth from the
closet on the way. In the bathroom she started the
water running, added a splash of floral bubble bath,
and then turned to latch the door to the hall.
The youngster was surprised to see another door, so she
opened it to see where it went. She found herself
looking at the bed where her life had changed forever.
It was the pastor and missus Koch's bedroom. She closed
and latched that door too before stripping the long T
shirt over her head and immersing herself in the warm
bubbles.
Syd Koch entered the kitchen and kissed his wife on the
neck. "You're early," Agnes observed; checking the
clock which read five-fifteen.
"Traffic was lighter than I expected," the minister
explained snatching a raw carrot from the pile his wife
was peeling.
"Dinner won't be ready for at least an hour" his seated
wife advised, playfully slapping his hand away when he
reached for another.
"That's OK I'm gonna slip into something more
comfortable," he announced as he loosened his tie and
popped his collar button.
"Rachel is taking bath so use the powder room down here
if you need to," Agnes told him as he headed for their
bedroom.
Inside the room the minister finished removing his tie
and hung it over the valet, followed by his jacket and
suit pants. With the drapes drawn, it was fairly dark
in his room but he didn't bother turning on the light.
He was unbuttoning his shirt when he noticed the light
from the bathroom streaming into the master bedroom
around the door frame. He hadn't noticed it before but
he wasn't surprised. It would be easier to count the
moldings that were in place than the ones that were
missing.
When he had removed his shirt he crossed the room to
the hamper which was right beside the bathroom door. He
would try to convince himself later that it was an
accident. The white shirt went into the hamper and when
he raised his head he found that he was looking through
the gap between the door frame and the finished wall
beside it directly into the bathroom.
The gap wasn't large, less than two inches, but even at
this distance, some three feet from the wall; he was
able to clearly see the teenager sitting in the tub. It
was an interesting question which jumped more his heart
or his dick.
He immediately knew he should look away, run away, but
he couldn't. He was drawn forward like an iron filing
to a powerful magnet. The closer he got to the gap the
clearer and wider his view.
The sidewall of the tub was low enough to permit an
unobstructed profile view of the pert teenaged tits
capped with the large pink areolas. Rachel was leaning
back against the end of the tub enjoying her solitary
[or so she thought] soak. Syd felt the cotton of his
jockey shorts resist the rise of his engorging member.
The girl in the tub was reviewing the sensual lessons
she had learned a couple of hours ago. 'It's not bad or
naughty to touch yourself' missus Koch had convinced
her. 'It's a gift from the Creator Himself' she
recalled and began to soap her breasts. Her slippery
fingers on her immature nipples had the usual effect.
Her flat areola crinkled and the little bumps in the
center got hard and stuck out.
Whenever this happened before today Rachel would
immediately stop and come back to wash her chest, if
need be, when the bumps were gone again. This time she
gave herself permission to continue, letting her
fingers slid over the hard nubs sending a stream of
pleasure that focused itself right in her girlhood.
Syd was watching his ward play with her tits as he
pulled the waistband of his underwear out freeing his
still rising erection. The purple bulb of the head
extended above the waist elastic. The minister copied
the teenager's movements, teasing his own nipples which
were hard enough to cut glass. His other hand caressed
the sensitive head of his rigid penis. One of the
girl's hands disappeared below the sidewall of the tub.
Of course he couldn't see what was happening down there
but with the faint slashing sound he could hear it
didn't take too much imagination to figure it out.
Gripping his rock hard cock he began to stroke slowly
up and down still watching the teenager pinching each
of her tiny pink soapy knobs in turn. "Enjoying the
show?" Agnes whispered from a position so close that he
felt her breath on his ear.
It was a tribute to the strength of his sixty year old
cardiac muscle that it didn't stop at that very moment.
The pastor spun around blushing and panting still
holding "Woody". His jaw moved but no words came out.
He wasn't really sure if he had lost the ability to
speak or if it was the fact that his brain was locked
up and not providing any words to say. Seeing the shock
and horror on her husband's face Agnes brought her
hands up and thumbed his nipples, which she knew he
loved. "It's OK darling; she's cute isn't she?"
"Yeah" he croaked feeling the stimulation on his grey
hairy chest directly in his testicles. His wife sunk to
her knees and tugged his briefs the rest of the way
down.
"Beautiful," the kneeling woman admired stroking the
throbbing manhood that stood at full attention directly
in front of her face. Syd naturally moved his hand
aside allowing his wife's mouth to engulf the hot
satiny smooth purple head. She sucked and worked her
tongue up the divide on the bottom while squeezing the
shaft in slow up and down twisting motion.
When she pressed her tongue into his pee hole it was as
though she was directly tickling his balls. She worked
her way up and down the shaft with expert lips and
tongue before taking the pole in her mouth and
completely consuming it.
Demonstrating her command over her gag reflex by
swallowing several times hard as the cock head hit the
back of her throat. Moving up and down sucking on the
out stroke and swallowing on the in she had her man
groaning and shivering. Feeling his legs beginning to
shake she backed off and massaged the thick coat of
saliva into the veiny surface.
"Lay down honey," Agnes encouraged gripping her hubby
by his firm muscular butt cheeks and turning him toward
the bed. Syd danced around with the raven haired
cocksucker willingly. He collapsed backward, the edge
of the mattress at the back of his knees and his hard
on flopped against his furry belly.
Standing over her reclining husband Agnes pulled her
red top over her head and tossed it indiscriminately.
Swiftly she unhooked the red lace bra and threw it in
the same general direction. The preacher's dick
twitched as the pendulous pear shaped tits were
revealed.
Syd watched the beautiful full breasts wobble and sway
as his wife completed her mission of getting naked.
Back on her knees she reprised her dick sucking
repertoire. Up the hard shaft licking and kissing;
taking bulbous head in her mouth with a tongue swirl,
and finally down, down, down until her nose was tickled
by the crisp grey pubic hair. The cycle repeated to the
prone man's extreme pleasure.
Straightening her back Agnes captured the hot spit
slick shaft between her fat tits and worked the soft
flesh of her boobs up and down its length. The
preacher's wife took the opportunity to pinch her
sensitive nipples sending a stream of electric current
to her boiling pussy. Syd felt his balls tightening. At
the bottom of each down stroke between the black haired
beauty's tits she planted a wet sucking kiss on his
aching pecker head.
She didn't mean to, but when the towel wrapped teenager
looked in the open bedroom door, she squealed. The
pastor's eyes bugged out and for the second time in the
last half hour his stomach hit the floor. His wife
backed away slightly, wiping some of the slobber off
her face but continuing to stroke up and down on the
bumpy shaft that had suddenly lost some of its rigidity
from the shock.
"Come on in sweetheart," the kneeling woman invited.
"I'll bet you've never even seen a penis before, have
you?"
***
Shall I continue? jw1137@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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