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The Preacher's Wife - 3
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
***
Rachel and the preacher get better acquainted and a
surprise visitor gives his wife an opportunity to show
how versatile she is. (Fm, 1st, bi, exh, oral)
***
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.
***
The teenager, wrapped in the white bath towel, stood in
the doorway of her pastor's bedroom with her mouth
agape. The minister's naked wife was kneeling at the
foot of the bed holding Reverend Sydney Koch's erect
penis so it pointed at the ceiling. Rachel's heart
skipped a beat and an involuntary little squeal escaped
her lips.
Four or five hours ago she was mired in her
conservative upbringing, afraid to even touch herself.
The slightest hint of sexual arousal embarrassed her
and made her feel naughty. Now she stood at the
threshold of her guardians' bedroom seeing her very
first erect penis and it was causing an insistent
tingle in her virginal girlhood. The only male genitals
she'd ever seen were babies. Her mother was careful
that in the course of their missionary work the girl
never even saw toddlers naked.
The sight of the rigidly erect cock mesmerized her.
When missus Koch invited her in she hesitated only a
moment before creeping slowly toward the bed. Agnes
felt Syd's manhood begin to deflate slightly so she
gave it a few firm pumps to stiffen it up. The
teenager, naked under the bath towel synched above her
pert 'B' cup breasts, arrived beside the Koch's marital
bed without taking her eyes off the minister's rigid
member.
Rachel had spent over half of her fifteen years in
Africa with her missionary parents. Even during her
time at home, in the U.S., she'd been home schooled.
With no peers to advance and influence her sexual
awareness, everything she knew, meager as it was, came
from her mother. Nancy Percival taught her daughter the
basic mechanics of intercourse without visual aids, all
of which were of course pornographic.
She therefore was aware that making a baby involved the
penis going into the vagina, but she barely knew what
"into" meant until earlier that same day when the
reverend's wife had conducted a tutorial. She had not
been allowed to use tampons so there was no reason to
put anything in there; right? So it was that she
struggled with the concept. 'How could that ever fit
inside me' she wondered but the very thought caused her
pussy to twitch. She was standing beside the bed still
gazing at the tumescent organ when missus Koch spoke
again.
"Go ahead and touch it if you want, Mister Koch won't
mind." Mister Koch was mortified and wondered how he'd
ever let this go this far. He simply had to get up and
leave. He hadn't done anything wrong; yet. He could
deal with his wife's transgressions, later, in private.
The problem was that his darling wife had a very firm
hold on his erection and was systematically and
expertly maintaining its quality.
The very pretty teenager who had unwittingly gotten his
blood pumping in her missionary parent's living room by
showing off her panty clad butt, and more recently had
him stroking himself while she bathed was now staring
at his dick and his wife was encouraging her to touch
it; all these things held him motionless. He couldn't
move so he prayed.
The pastor was not overly well endowed, just on the
high side of average. He felt his ego expand when Agnes
put the timid girl's hand on his member and she was not
able to encompass the shaft. It was more a statement of
how small Rachel's hand was, but never mind that. "Ya
might need two hands honey," his wife advised. "Why
don't you climb up here, its not going to bite ya."
With the older woman providing persuasion by tugging at
her elbow the teenager wound up kneeling on the bed
beside the hirsute man of God, both of her little hands
on the throbbing boner. Syd had to grunt when the soft
teenaged hands wrapped around him.
Rachel was amazed at how hard it was. It felt like a
steel fence post that was in the direct sun; that hard
and that hot. "Good sweetie, now just work it up and
down... slowly at first" Agnes instructed. The
teenager's brown eyes were as big as saucers watching
the purple head waver under her diligent strokes. Agnes
upped the ante by reaching over and un-synching the
towel. The white fluffy cotton dropped in a pool on the
bed around the girl's knees, leaving the pubescent body
naked to the world. Another deep groan escaped the
prone pastor. "Aren't they pretty, honey?" his wife
queried, cupping one of the girl's pert boobies and
squeezing. Rachel seemed to be squeezing harder and
going faster now as his wife played with the
youngster's tits.
The pastor's groaning seemed to take on the rhythm of
the girl's strokes. Agnes knew exactly what that meant.
Abandoning her playthings she reached between her
husband's legs and cradled his balls in one hand while
applying pressure just behind his scrotum with two
fingers of her other hand. Gently she squeezed and
massaged the contracting testicles and pressed
externally on the old man's prostate. The ejaculation
shot several inches in the air above his surging
manhood and came down on his belly just above his navel
the second spurt wasn't quite as powerful in spite of
Agnes's increased pressure on her husband's 'G' spot.
It landed short of the groaning man's belly button. The
last of the ejaculate simply oozed out and trickled
down his already shrinking shaft onto the teenager's
still pumping hands.
Agnes scooped the second salvo of cum from the hair
above her husband's pubic bone and licked it off her
fingers. "Isn't that exciting sweetheart" she said to
the panting girl as if they'd just seen a horse race or
something. Rachel looked at her mentor and smiled
"Yeah! It really is," she agreed enthusiastically.
"Try it" the older woman suggested indicating the
girl's jism covered hands. Tentatively Rachel licked
the white cream from the back of one hand. Pleasantly
surprised that it had very little flavor, a little
salty maybe, but she liked the texture in her mouth so
she cleaned almost all the spunk up in no time.
"OK; go wash up now honey. I could really use your help
in the kitchen if we're ever going to eat tonight."
Agnes had put on a jade green silk dressing gown with
an Asian theme embroidered on it. She kissed the post
orgasmic reverend on the forehead "Take a nap darling.
I'll wake you when dinner is nearly ready." and left
the room. When Syd looked the other way he saw the bare
teenaged rump disappear into the washroom. He was
alone, he was exhausted, and so he fell peacefully
asleep.
He almost didn't wake from the soft tapping. When he
finally convinced himself it wasn't part of his dream
he half opened his eyes. The room was completely dark
now and the light from the hall back lit the figure
standing in the doorway. The white chiffon looked
surreal around the silhouetted body beneath. The girl's
hair hadn't been combed flat, so the stray strands
picked up the light giving her a halo. In his semi
awake state a verse from an old Eagles tune played in
his head:
[["I been searchin' for the daughter of the devil
himself, I been searchin' for an angel in white. I been
waitin' for a woman who's a little of both and I can
feel her but she's nowhere in sight..."]]
They could have been singing about Rachel he concluded,
who was definitely in sight and causing his dick to
twitch again. The minister was glad he had climbed up
the bed and twisted the sheet around himself so he
wasn't lying there naked.
"OK honey I'll be there directly" he acknowledged and
the apparition disappeared. In the bathroom he jumped
in the shower and cleaned the dried cum off feeling
very guilty. The old feelings were back and he seemed
powerless to control them. Wearing an old T shirt and
sweats he joined the ladies for a surprisingly pleasant
dinner. There was no mention whatever of the earlier
goings on. The Koch's didn't have a TV so they spent
the evening absorbed in their own reading material and
all turned in early.
***
Pastor Koch had been vocally in favor of the high
school's move to uniforms a couple of years ago. He
felt it would make maintaining a respectable standard
of dress easier. That was right only up to a point.
When little Miss Percival arrived at the breakfast
table he realized you needed to get up pretty early in
the morning to stifle a teenager's creativity. The
plaid skirts that were mandatory for the girls were
designed to fall just to the top of their knees. It was
permissible to wear the white blouse tucked in or not.
The young high school ladies had taken to making their
fashion statement by rolling the waistband of the skirt
up until the hem barely reached their mid thigh. Rachel
Percival was no exception. Watching the teen's bare
legs as she poured her cereal made his sixty year old
pecker begin to dance again; Sydney Koch was ashamed of
himself and scared. Without finishing his coffee he
excused himself, gave each of the women a peck on the
cheek, and headed out the door for his office thinking
'Oh no not again'.
Missus Koch was no less excited by their house guest's
apparel. The difference was she wasn't the least bit
disturbed by her erotic thoughts and was disappointed
when the time came to give their surrogate daughter a
peck on the cheek as she went out the door to school.
She sat wearing only her green kimono in the living
room sipping her second coffee planning her day. The
sound of the front door chimes was unprecedented.
A glance at the clock told her it was ten to nine.
Peeking through the side panel she recognized the
handsome young man right away. Agnes was keenly aware
of how her boobs wobbled as she opened the door.
"Zachariah Washburn, to what do I owe this unexpected
pleasure?" the boy winced at the use of his full first
name.
"My dad sent me over to install these moldings" the
youngster explained, motioning toward the dark blue
pick up, with the Washburn Construction logo on the
door. Looking around and seeing on one else the
pastor's wife commented
"I didn't realize you were old enough to drive Zack."
"Yeah, I got my license in June," the boy crowed
obviously proud of having achieved the significant
right of passage toward manhood. "It was pretty easy
'cause dad had let me drive around jobsites for the
last couple-a years." The five thousand dollar smile
and the way the teenager's eyes were prying at the
lapels of her dressing gown tickled the middle aged
woman's pussy.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" Agnes observed.
"I got straight 'A's first term and dad is really
strapped so he decided I could afford to miss the time.
I' been doin' this kinda work in the summers for three
years now, so it's no big deal." Again the pride in his
accomplishments shone in his eyes.
"Well I must remember to thank your dad when I see him
on Sunday."
"Is it OK if I get started right away? I know it's
early and all..." Zack asked, his eyes meaningfully
running over the housewife's bedroom attire.
"Sure honey, why not?" Agnes agreed.
"Great! I'll get my tools" the pubescent contractor
said as he retreated toward his truck. She watched the
adolescent buns so beautifully displayed in the tight
jeans as the young mister Washburn leaned across the
front seat of the pick up to retrieve his tool belt.
Slinging the leather bag over his shoulder the boy was
on his way back in seconds. The return trip provided
the pastor's wife an all too brief opportunity to
assess the boy's 'package'. The bulge at the crotch of
the jeans indicated that he was packin'. Tiny, but
repeated tremors in her womanhood were making the
thinly draped woman feel very warm; no, hot.
"Where do you want me to start?" he asked as he slipped
past Agnes into the entry hall. Her heart skipped a
beat. She resisted grabbing her crotch and saying;
right here!
"Wherever you want dear" she responded as she closed
the door and her breasts jiggled again. The movement
drew her attention to the fact that her nipples were
poking against the soft silk. The slippery material
sliding over her tender nubbins sent an electric
current down between her legs. She was also thrilled by
the realization that, with the attention the young
workman was paying her chest, 'he'd have to be blind
not to have noticed.'
"I might as well start right here in the hall then" the
boy announced as he took his measuring tape off the
tool pouch. 'Holy fuck is she hot!' is what he was
thinking. He had only ever seen missus Koch in her
Sunday dresses; which were of course the most
conservative in her wardrobe. 'She's got an incredible
rack' he thought as he tried to pay attention to the
measurements he was taking but the swelling of his
boyhood was a major distraction. It had been a year or
two since he'd become very complacent about his
underwear. Sometimes he wore jockeys sometimes he
didn't bother. Today he was going commando.
The absence of briefs had good and bad points in this
particular situation. If he'd been wearing under shorts
they would have restricted the movement of his
enlarging penis and kept the bulge sort of in the
front. They'd also get uncomfortably tight. The absence
of his briefs allowed his member to find its own way
down the leg of his jeans.
The denim fit closely enough on his thighs that there
really wasn't room in there for his third leg so the
bulge was more apparent and recognizable. Exacerbating
the problem was the fact that young mister Washburn was
very well hung. Although he had not reached full
extension yet, the constriction of the denim pressing
his searing hot, eight inch uncircumcised member
against his thigh was retracting his foreskin and
significantly adding to his arousal. Every movement as
he couched and knelt to take his measurements was like
a dry fuck.
His eyes were continually drawn back to the housewife
who was now going about her business tiding up in the
kitchen. 'I'm so gonna spank this monkey tonight
thinkin' about that' Zach thought as missus Koch bent
over to put something in a lower drawer and presented
her mature ass draped in the thin green silk. The boy
was looking for a panty line that he wasn't going to
find.
He looked at the sketch, the one he'd been adding
dimensions and angles to, the one he had no confidence
in owing to his divided attention. He realized that he
would have to stand up to go back to the truck. This
presented an embarrassing dilemma. 'Is there any chance
I can get out that door without missus Koch noticing
this woody?' Suddenly struck with an ingenious plan he
reached over and pulled his tool pouch to him without
getting up. Hitching the belt around his waist he
positioned the tool bag to hang in the front like a
sporran. Feeling pleased with himself he got up and
went out to start cutting.
He needn't have gone to so much trouble. Agnes hadn't
taken her eyes off the junior carpenter's groin any
more than Zack had removed his gaze from the older
woman's boobs. She had been watching the growth of the
bulge down the leg of the young man's pants with pussy
tingling fascination. Stroking her breasts through the
silk of the kimono she considered going upstairs to
relieve the pressure in her mons but decided against it
'Plenty of time for that if it becomes necessary' she
reasoned. 'I haven't even tried to tantalize him yet
and he's already sporting boner that looks like it's
going to bust its way out of those tight jeans any
minute... If I actually work at this who knows what
kind of action I might get' the thought caused a
vaginal contraction that threatened to open the flood
gates.
The lad returned with the cut baseboards and began his
installation in the hallway beside the stairs. He felt
pretty smug when the first piece fit like a glove. He
was tapping the finishing nail to tack the board in
place when his customer spoke to him from above. "How
long are you going to be helping your dad out of his
backlog?" Agnes asked.
"At least until Monday" he replied without taking his
eyes off the target.
"So you have to work all weekend?" missus Koch asked in
a sympathetic tone.
"Yeah but I usually work for my dad on the weekends
anyway" the boy informed her as he finished setting the
nail.
"Your girlfriend must hate that"
"I don't have a gir..." his voice trailed off and he
cleared his throat several times to cover the groan.
When he looked up from his hammering he found his
customer on the stairs above him. She had one foot on
the third step and her other on the fourth. As Zack
peered between the railing spindles, from his kneeling
position, he was treated to a view all the way up one
of the shapely thighs to the crease of the woman's
groin where it joined her hip. The other side of the
dressing gown hung down the middle just barely covering
the hairless vulva. The teenager thought his eyes were
going to pop out, and so did missus Koch. Agnes
couldn't suppress the smile as she watched the boy
trying to catch his breath.
"No girlfriend! A big handsome guy like you? Do you
have a boyfriend?" That snapped him out of it.
"No!" he retorted indignantly looking up to his
tormentors face.
"That's too bad! 'Cause ya know everybody needs an
outlet for their sexual tension and it looks like
you're in serious need right now" the woman on the
stairs remarked. Zach's head snapped down to see what
he already knew. In the crouched position, his raging
hard-on that had just undergone a growth spurt had even
less room in the leg of his trousers leg. It looked
like he had a piece of iron pipe stuck down the inside
of his pant leg. Blushing furiously there was no way to
make his eyes jump from looking at his crotch back up
to the preacher's wife's face without traveling through
the aggravating pelvic region. Agnes was waiting for
him.
Zack slowly raised his head trying to assemble his
jumbled adolescent thoughts into some kind of excuse or
something. Just as his eyes were directed at the
temptress' lower torso she pulled the masking flap of
the kimono aside revealing her hairless vulva with its
thick dark lips which were blossoming just enough to
show a hint of the creamy bright pink interior and said
"I think I can help you with that."
"Oh God" the boy moaned as the sight he'd only dreamed
of until that very moment came into view.
Simultaneously he became aware of a unique fragrance.
Though he was unfamiliar with the intoxicating aroma it
joined the legion of sensory inputs that all seemed to
be converging on, and colliding in, his scrotum. The
olfactory, joined the visual, and met up with the
tactile, which was manifest in the pressure his jeans
were exerting on his dick.
They all did cartwheels inside his balls. For one
horrifying moment he thought he was going to cum in his
pants. Somehow, in spite of the fact that he felt like
his nuts were in a vise, he managed not to blow his
load down the leg of his jeans.
"If ya wanna come upstairs, I'll see what I can do to
help." Agnes offered and started to climb the steps
quite quickly. This was far from the first young man
she'd initiated and she knew there was no time to
waste. Even with her head start and his limp, the
athletic teenager had to slow down to avoid overtaking
the housewife before she reached the bedroom. As soon
as they were inside the preacher's wife shed the robe
and dropped to her knees; eliciting another deep groan
from the overwrought teenager as he saw all of her
charms at once. Working against the incredibly short
virgin's fuse Agnes feverishly worked the waist button
loose pulled the zipper down and then yanked as hard as
she could on the snug blue jeans. She was surprised and
pleased when the stiff denim turned inside out folding
over itself all the way down to Zachariah's knees.
It was her turn to moan as the impressive organ sprang
out and up. She realized she had seriously
underestimated the teenager's endowments. Stopping to
admire the boy's beautiful eight inch fully erect cock
would turn out to be a mistake. She wasn't sure if it
was the biggest she'd seen but she'd need sometime
recall a bigger one. As an added bonus the youngster
was uncircumcised. Agnes loved an uncut dick and she
had been able to find so few. The fact that this one
was also a monster made her pussy clench and spasm. The
rock hard penis had only been free for a few seconds
but for Zach it felt like hours looking down at his
raging hard-on and the black haired and beautiful older
woman kneeling less than a foot away was becoming too
much.
When Agnes wrapped her hand around his pole, at least
as far as it would go, the boy emitted a primal scream.
'Shit! Here it comes!' she thought while she was
pulling down on the surging organ to point it at her
mouth. She watched the kumquat sized testicles retract
upward and begin to dance. Intending to get that
gorgeous purple plum of a head in her mouth before the
eruption she wasn't quick enough. This was the
consequence of pausing to admire God's work of art.
With her mouth open as wide as it would go the first
blast hit the back of her throat so hard it was almost
painful. The second spurt was slightly less powerful
but Agnes realized that she wasn't able to swallow fast
enough so the third over flowed her mouth, trickling
out the corners and dripping down her chin.
Experience prepared her for three squirts and a dribble
so she was shocked when a fourth jet refilled her mouth
again. She'd been expecting the dribble so she's leaned
forward to finally capture the silky smooth head in her
mouth. For her the fifth shot was completely
unprecedented. The fact that there was actually still
some pressure behind it amazed her. 'He must have a
prostate the size of an orange' she speculated while
sucking contentedly on the boy's shrinking member.
Zach had ejaculated through masturbation more times
than he could count; thousands for sure, but he had
never experienced anything even remotely close to this.
The pressure in his bag just before launch had been
absolutely unbearable. He was trying as hard as he
possibly could not to cum but it made no difference. He
wanted so badly to 'break his cherry' by plunging his
formidable meat into the juicy love box his vixen
customer had teased him with.
As soon as her soft little hand had gripped his shaft
he knew he was a goner. The ejaculation was so powerful
he thought his soul was being pumped out through his
dick. Everything he had shot out the end of his jerking
penis and he thought he was going to die. He would have
gladly agreed to meet his maker right then and there to
prolong that spectacular ecstasy just a few more
moments.
Now the woman's warm mouth on his over sensitive organ
was too much so he had to push her head away. Agnes
understood immediately and backed off but held on to
the semi flaccid dong holding it firmly and stroking
very slowly. The teenager was suddenly very
embarrassed, looking down at the middle aged beauty
with his cum still dripping off her chin and rolling
down her chest between those awesome hooters.
"I'm so sorry," the boy wept.
"Its OK sweetheart we had to get that one out of the
way," said the kneeling woman continuing to stroke his
dick. Zack's orgasm fogged brain struggled to
understand what she was saying. "Your first time with a
woman is always really quick, the next one will be
better." 'The next one' the teenager repeated in his
head, 'could she mean what I think she means' at the
same moment he felt some rigidity returning to his
member. Agnes rose from the floor and gently hauled her
boy toy toward the bed. She lay down and forced Zach to
follow by maintaining her grip on his boyhood.
"Here," she said reaching down to separate her engorged
labia "munch on this while you recover." The boy found
himself kneeling beside the older woman with his head
immediately above the juicy snatch that had nearly made
him blow in his drawers. Inhaling the fragrance that
was now and forever imprinted on his mind he lowered
his face to the mature vulva so conveniently held open
by its owner.
Very tentatively the teenager poked around his lover's
pussy with his tongue, feeling the spongy flesh and
tasting the slippery thick juice. To the horny woman it
felt good but oh so inadequate. "Lick it," Agnes
demanded trying not to sound impatient; which she was.
The boy started making a lapping motion that was almost
as ineffective as his poking had been. Her cunt was
screaming for some lovin'. 'Why do the girls always get
it so much faster than the boys' she wondered, but this
was no time to ponder life's mysteries. "Do you know
what a clitoris is?" the preacher's wife asked.
The young man raised his head and shook it with regret.
"Well this is mine" Agnes informed him using both hands
to pull on her vulva causing her red love button to pop
out from under its cover and stand nearly straight up.
To emphasize her point she ran her finger tip over the
firm glans which forced a deep groan to rise from her
core. "It's like my cock" she explained in a growl
"suck it!"
Finally an instruction he could follow. The boy
descended on her protruding pleasure center, wrapped
his lips around it and sucked firmly. A wave of heat
and pleasure washed over her and her head began to
spin. Much as she wanted to cum she was determined not
to loose control yet. When she released her vulva and
grabbed for the boy's schlong again she was pleased to
find it nearly as rigid as it had been when they first
entered her bedroom. Slowly she retracted the foreskin
that obscured the gorgeous purple bulb. Her hand didn't
quite make it all the way around the impressive bumpy
pole.
In the meantime Zach was getting surprisingly creative
swirling his tongue around her love button interspersed
with the sucking. "Oh my God, oh fuck..." she wailed as
the boy, encouraged by his customer's vocalizations,
licked and sucked faster. Agnes's hand accelerated too,
pumping the huge cock like she was pounding an eight
inch spike. By turning her head and twisting his dick
she was able to get the tip in her mouth. She wasn't
quite able to reach the hypersensitive collar at the
base of his cock head but she applied her tongue to the
teenager's pee slit and frenulum which made his hips
jerk.
'Better not waste this one' she thought 'it might take
quite a while to get it up a third time'. "Put it in me
Zach... fuck me!" The junior carpenter straightened his
back and rose upright on his knees. The minister's wife
was captivated by how young he looked kneeling over her
with a look of shock, or confusion or fear, maybe all
of the above etched on his face.
Zack was scared. 'What if I do it wrong? What if I cum
before I even get it in again?' The performance anxiety
threatened to wilt his boyhood but he managed to crawl
around between the middle aged woman's widely splayed
thighs. Looking down at the chasm dribbling its juice
and his saliva he froze unsure of exactly what to do
next. Agnes took matters into her own hands literally.
She rubbed the bulbous purple head up and down her
labia coating it with her slippery pussy fluids and
rubbing it over her yearning clit.
The feel of the spongy soft lips on the sensitive head
of his engorged member sent those thrilling impulses to
his balls. She positioned the tip of the boy's dong in
her vestibule and wiggled it around to seat it between
her wings. Primal instinct took over and the teenager
rocked his hips forward burying most of his throbbing
member in the tight confines of her vagina. When the
dick head passed the maximum depth her husband's
average sized penis reached Agnes felt an extremely hot
wave wash over her. She couldn't remember the last time
she'd felt this full.
The young man put his hands on either side of the prone
woman's head and began working his penis in and out of
the remarkably hot tight sheath. The boy saw the raven
hair surrounding the pretty face like a black halo. He
lowered his eyes to watch the woman's tantalizing
breasts wobble and jerk as she picked up the rhythm.
They both felt the heat and pressure building in their
loins and grunted in erotic harmony as the critical
moment approached.
When Agnes saw the boy's features distort into an
expression that in any other context would be
interpreted as agony she knew his moment had arrived.
The preacher's wife had been holding back ever since
the teenaged pecker had engaged the unused portion of
her love tunnel. She surrendered to the impending
explosion. Her vaginal muscles clamped down with
astounding force on the boy's aching prick. When Zack
felt the sudden increase in pressure on his cock it was
all over. His balls danced his prostate spasmed and
they released every ounce of fluid they contained in
three almighty surges.
Agnes was glad the teen had the presence of mind to
roll to the side when he collapsed. His shrinking
schlong plopped out of her draining cunt and lay wetly
on her upper thigh as they both struggled to recover
their breath. Zack reached down and massaged his aching
balls that were protesting being asked to deliver twice
in such a short time. He glanced over at his partner
noticing the age lines on her face for the first time.
The realization that he had just surrendered his
virginity to a woman older than his mother began to
sink in. The thought didn't disturb him, on the
contrary he felt his ego swell when he considered the
more than passable job he'd done slamming the pastor's
wife. It was like the feeling he got when his dad sent
him out to finish off a project and... 'Oh my God!' The
boy, still wearing his saw dust coated T shirt jumped
out of the bed. Agnes had been just about to lay her
head on the chest of her young stud when he was
suddenly up and pulling his jeans back on. The
housewife propped herself up on her elbows and watched
as the teenager ignored the slimy mess of his pecker
and pubes and simply covered them with his pants.
"I gotta get these moldings done or dad's gonna wonder
what the hell I been doin' all day." He was out of the
room and bounding down the stairs on numb feeling legs
seconds later.
Missus Koch lay back smiling. "Dedication! I like
that!" she said out loud and then giggled. She lay
there enjoying the well used feeling in the depths of
her vagina and the blissful warmth of the afterglow
when the phone rang. She glanced at the digital clock
on the nightstand; it was twelve-twenty. Taking the
receiver from the bedside table she greeted the caller
and the boat she was blissfully floating down the post
orgasmic river on was suddenly swamped by feelings of
anxiety and apprehension when she heard Rachel's voice.
Immediately jumping to conclusions "what's wrong
honey?" she blurted. The girl's upbeat tone and relaxed
speech quenched her fear. "That's fine sweetheart, I
don't mind if you bring a friend home. If your friend
gets permission they can stay for dinner and we'll take
them home before bed time." Rachel thanked her guardian
"You're welcome honey. See ya around four." Agnes
closed the conversation and hung up the phone. The
pastor's wife hoisted her relaxed feeling body out of
the bed and went into the bathroom. As she entered the
shower lewd thoughts about Rachel coming home with a
girlfriend crossed her mind, but that was nothing new.
***
The next chapter offers some insight on how Agnes
acquired her voracious sexual appetite and how she came
by some of her awesome skills.
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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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