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The Preacher's Wife - 4
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
***
Here's another installment in spite of the fact that I
don't think anyone is paying attention. In this
chapter: How the preacher's wife got her stripes
dovetailed with peer bonding for Rachel. (ff-teens,
youths, voy, 1st, oral, anal)
***
Author 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 pastor's wife decided since it was afternoon she
ought to get dressed. She toweled dry in front of the
vanity mirror admiring her curves. In the last five
years she put on five or six pounds most of which
settled to the bottom. 'The curse of middle age' she
surmised. None of the unwanted pounds were around her
middle so her twenty-six inch waist appeared even more
pinched because of the expansion of her hips and butt.
At least a little bit of the extra weight had found its
way to her boobs.
Their full pear shape wobbled freely as she brushed her
long black hair, which of course required weekly
maintenance to prevent the grey from showing up. She
suspected she'd have the same problem down below, if
she allowed any hair to grow there that is. Her bald
mons glistened pinkly back at her having just been
shaved. The thick brown interfolded lips bulged in
front of her crease as if barring the way to her hot 'n
juicy tunnel.
Agnes's gaze traveled back to her jiggling boobs. She'd
noticed the increase in the size of her bust by the way
her bras fit. The 'C' cups were sort of overflowing now
and some of them were uncomfortably tight much like her
slacks. She didn't like it but it seemed to be
inevitable in spite of her efforts to eat right and
exercise.
One change she didn't mind so much was in her nipples.
They'd always been a source of immense sexual pleasure,
but in the last couple of years they seemed to have
lost the ability to completely retract. They were a
shade or two darker than they used to be, looking a
pinkish brown when they weren't stimulated but they
never got flat anymore. The areola was permanently
crowned and the nipple itself stood out a quarter of an
inch all the time.
She didn't know if that's what made them more sensitive
or if it was just that standing up like that they were
more prone to getting rubbed by her clothing. She put
down the hair brush and gave her breast tips a firm
squeeze and twist engorging them out to their full one
inch erect height and turning the color deep pink. She
knew she better stop when the delightful sensations her
nips sent to her pussy began to cause her womanhood to
really throb. Lifting her twin beauties and giving them
a final squeeze she returned to her bedroom to dress.
She could still hear Zachariah Washburn hammering
downstairs as she pulled a flesh tone chemise from the
drawer. She'd already decided to dispense with the bra
since she wasn't going out of the house and no visitors
were expected. Agnes chose a white thong to minimize
the panty lines that she knew would show because of the
snug fit of the beige polyester slacks. Finishing the
ensemble with a tangerine colored crocheted top she
returned to the bathroom to apply just a little make
up.
Downstairs her boy toy had worked up a sweat. There was
a damp patch in the small of his back and around the
collar of his dusty T shirt. He was working feverishly
in a futile attempt to make up for lost time. Agnes did
not disturb him and went straight to the kitchen.
'Better thaw a chicken in case Rachel's friend is
staying for dinner'.
As she put the bird in the microwave and engaged the
defrost cycle the lewd thoughts returned. She glanced
at the clock, 'just after one. No sense in trying to do
any housework with Zach hauling saw dust covered wood
all over the place and hammering, raising dust from the
new drywall. The pastor's wife curled up in the comfy
chair in her husband's study to read. The nooner had
taken more out of the middle aged woman than she'd
realized and she soon dozed off.
'It was a hot day she was in her pink two piece bathing
suit. Squeals and splashes from the large in ground
pool were echoing. Her friends were busy with their
game but she was on her way into her friend's house.
From somewhere very deep in her unconscious mind came
the realization; I'm fifteen years old.
She'd had a cramp in her tummy. It wasn't time for her
period for a few days, but that's what it felt like.
She didn't want to embarrass herself by bleeding
through her swim suit. She'd go in and ask missus
Mitchell for a tampon, just to be safe.
She found her friend's mom and explained her problem.
Are you sure it's not something else the older woman
asked.
Like what Agnes responded.
Well you've been jumping around out there maybe you
hurt yourself. I should check to make sure you're OK
She followed Amy's mother down the hall. Light shining
in from the window at the end streaked through the thin
dress the older woman was wearing making it obvious
that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Inside the
bedroom missus Mitchell told her to take her suit
bottoms off and climb up on the bed.
She's got a daughter of her own just my age, my best
friend; she must know what she's doing. With her yellow
swim suit bottoms off she was about to climb up on the
bed when the older woman said let's take this off too.
Why? It really wasn't making any sense but Amy's mother
released the catch on her top and removed it as well
leaving little Agnes naked.
She wasn't ashamed of her body but at the same time she
wasn't used to having anyone looking at her naked. She
knew her boobs were bigger than most of the other
girls' and from seeing them in gym class she knew she
had more hair around her cookie than most of them too.
She found herself lying on the bed with her best
friend's mom telling her to open her legs. Missus
Mitchell bent her one knee and was sitting between her
spread thighs. A warm wave of feeling rushed over her
when the woman in the thin house dress pulled the lips
of her vulva apart exposing the delicate inner pink
tissues framed by the black curly hair.
I'm gonna just poke around a little and see if I find
anything wrong; OK
Uh huh was all she could manage because she was feeling
kinda dizzy and very very hot.
She'd played with herself enough to know that it was
probably starting to get messy down there. She was
embarrassed but Amy's mom was sliding her fingers up
and down her slit and it felt so good she didn't want
her to stop. Then she pushed on something, something
near the top and... and... oh... oh God...'
***
Agnes woke up sweating and moaning. Reliving her first
experience with another woman over twenty-five years
ago left her feeling as horny as she felt when she'd
first seen the Washburn boy at her door this morning.
And then there he was at the door of the study 'Oh
Jesus' Agnes though 'what must I look like?'
"Are you OK missus 'K' I thought I heard you moaning"
the handsome young man said in a concerned tone.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine Zack I was just having a rather
stimulating dream" the teenagers eyes slid off her face
and onto her chest, where in spite of the thickness of
the sweater she was wearing, her large erect nipples
made their condition evident. The novice carpenter felt
the surge in his recharged balls, making his member
twitch.
"I just came to tell you I'm sorry; I'm not gonna be
able to finish today. I gotta go now or I'll miss
practice."
"What practice?" Agnes inquired still trying to shake
the cobwebs out and suppress the urge to squeeze her
aroused nipples.
"Football practice ma'am."
"So you don't go to class but you go to football
practice?" the preacher's wife said incredulously.
"Yeah, if I miss practice coach won't let me play on
Friday."
"I can't blame YOU for not getting the work done, now
can I?" they smiled at each other but the boy was
blushing.
"I'll see ya tomorrow then" Zachariah assured as he
turned to leave.
"Be early, uh, just in case there are... uh, more...
delays." She called after him. Before he was out of
sight she heard the front door close. 'Must be Rachel'
she concluded '... and her friend' the second part of
the thought sent a shiver down her spine. The
minister's wife scurried to the main floor powder room
to "freshen up" before she leaked through and stained
the front of her slacks.
When Zach heard his customer's final comment he also
felt a shiver run down his spine. The shiver terminated
as a tingling in his nuts. The tingle intensified
several notches when he arrived in the entry hall. Two
pubescent asses were on display as Rachel and her
friend were bent over putting their backpacks down. The
scandalously shortened skirts pulled up high enough
that their white panties peeked tantalizingly from
beneath. The young carpenter froze for just a second
and both girls looked in his direction but made no
effort to adjust their provocative posture. The little
red head spoke, "Hi Zach!" she sighed.
"Hi yourself" Zachariah responded with a puzzled tone
in his voice. The girls straighten up concealing their
round derrieres under the modified plaid skirts. The
red head recognized the lack of recognition on the
stud's face.
"I'm Rebecca Miller, I'm in your Math class" she
explained with a nervous smile.
"Oh yeah Rebecca" Zach responded as if he remembered
her; he didn't. "How ya doin'" he asked adopting the
clichéd Bronx accent and proceeding toward the door.
"Good luck in the game tomorrow" Rebecca added shyly as
the buff football hero made his way between them.
"Thanks," he said glancing at the girl with the longer
brown hair. "It's gonna be a good game. Are you coming
to watch?"
"I wouldn't miss it" the red head replied
enthusiastically.
"Great!" Zack returned with equal enthusiasm "we need
all the support we can get." He was already late for
practice so he finished by saying "See ya around" as he
bound down the front steps toward the Washburn
Construction pickup.
"You know him?" Rachel observed as they both watched
the beautifully displayed athletic butt disappear into
the truck.
"He's the quarterback of the junior football team"
Rebecca informed her friend in a sigh. Rachel couldn't
miss the dreamy eyed look on her house guest's face.
The girls were still watching the quarterback depart
when missus Koch arrived in the foyer; neatly wiped and
with a little wad of tissue installed in the crotch of
her thong to absorb future drainage.
"Missus Koch, this is Rebecca, she's in my English and
Keyboarding classes" Rachel introduced her classmate.
"Pleased to meet you Rebecca; will you be staying for
dinner?"
"Yes thank you" the red head replied politely. "My mom
said it was OK."
"Good," Agnes said brightly "we're happy that Rachel
has started to make friends at school already. I'm
looking forward to getting to know you better." The
older woman's practiced eye had already done a thorough
survey of the teenager's developing form. 'She's a
little taller and more filled out than Rach' she
observed. The exceptionally fair freckled skin made the
white blouse not the ideal color for the pretty
youngster but her amazing shape would have looked good
in anything, or even better in nothing. The last part
of the thought tickled Agnes's swollen vulva.
"We're gonna go upstairs and get our homework done so
we can relax after dinner" the chestnut haired
youngster announced as the two nymphs made for the
stairs.
"Sounds like a great plan" the preacher's wife agreed
enjoying the swish of the little bums and just the
slightest hint of white cotton peaking from under the
plaid as they ascended. She knew her clit was beginning
to bulge. 'Damn!' she thought 'I wouldn't be so horny
if it weren't for that fuckin' dream.'
The recollection of her nap time reverie brought back a
flood of memories. The subsequent encounters with Amy's
mother had been both thrilling and instructive. Finding
out that her best friend and her best friend's mom had
regular tutorials in the fine art of woman on girl
lovin' was like falling into a bed of rose petals. It
turned out Amy's mom had been grooming her daughter
since she was a toddler to appreciate the joys of
lesbian sex.
Missus Mitchell had been encouraging her daughter for
weeks to initiate her friend but she was too shy. The
thirty something mother had decided, when the
opportunity arose, to take matters into her own hands.
Between them the Mitchell women had educated the young
Agnes from kindergarten to Sapphic college in a matter
of weeks. By the end of the next school year they were
a team, seducing every pliable young woman they could.
It was to form the foundation of the preacher's wife's
desires for a lifetime. By their senior year the
dragnet had expanded to include young boys; and the
younger the better.
"Isn't he the hunkiest thing ever?" Rebecca squealed as
she plopped herself carelessly on the bed. Rachel sat
at the desk watching her well developed new friend
stretch out with her hands over her head which took the
hem of her skirt above the triangle of white at the
apex of her thighs. The chestnut haired teenager was
surprised and a little embarrassed that the sight
caused a thump in her girlhood.
"Yeah... I guess"
"You guess? Rach are you blind?" the redhead asked
rolling over on the bed and looking at her companion.
"He's good looking but he just seems... I don't know...
cocky," the smaller girl replied.
"Sure he's cocky he could have any girl in the school
and he knows it."
"Including you?" Rachel probed.
"Yeaaah!" Rebecca replied with a smirky smile, propping
her head up on her elbows.
"Would you let him kiss you?"
"More than that!" the redhead assured.
"Have you kissed a boy before?" Rachel whispered
leaning forward and sounding conspiratorial.
"Uh huh."
"What was it like?"
"Well... it was... really... uh, really nice," Rebecca
answered with the dreamy look in her eyes again.
"I wouldn't even know how," Rachel lamented leaning
back in the desk chair. Her friend scrambled around
until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Leaning
forward as Rachel had done moments ago.
"Would you like me to show you?" she said softly. The
little throb Rachel had been feeling in her crotch was
now joined by a sudden rise in temperature. Her breath
seemed to be caught in her throat so she just nodded.
Rebecca was disheveled from rolling around on the bed
as she stood and approached.
Taking her classmate's chin in her fingers and tipping
her head back, brown eyes met sparkling green ones
before the standing girl's mouth descended and her lips
enveloped the seated brunette's. There was such a large
power surge between her legs that Rachel had to moan.
Encouraged by the younger girl's very positive reaction
Rebecca began to suck her friend's lips into her mouth,
and then her tongue began to seek admission to the
seated girl's soft hot interior.
Feeling the tongue against her teeth Rachel impulsively
opened her mouth to admit the invader. The intrepid
tongue began exploring everything it could reach while
the brown haired girl enjoyed the stimulation. She was
surprised at how the sensation in her mouth, seemed to
be mirrored in her girlhood. It was almost like when
missus Koch had licked her yesterday.
It was certainly not as intense but the teenager was
still amazed at the apparent direct connection between
the inside of her mouth and her cookie. It seemed
natural to meet the intruding tongue with hers. Again
she was reminded of her experience with the pastor's
wife and how right it felt to take the dangling nipple
in her mouth and to lick it.
Agnes was rubbing spices into the skin of the chicken
she was preparing for the oven. The bumpy smoothness
felt sensual under her fingers even though it was cold.
Her erotic reminiscence had progressed to the summer
before her senior year of high school. That was the
summer Amy's Aunt had come to visit. Missus Mitchell's
younger sister had a son, Todd, who had just turned
twelve.
The boy was kind of plump and awkward. He was more into
comic books than sports. In today's lingo he'd be
called a nerd but the term didn't exist back in the
day. On the second day of their visit Amy's and Todd's
mother decided to go shopping, leaving the boy in the
care of his oversexed cousin. As soon as the sisters
were out of the house Amy called Agnes to come over for
a swim. "Wear that pink two piece that's too small for
you now" her friend had requested. The woman stroking
the poultry skin recalled the conversation as though it
were yesterday.
"Amy! I don't even know if I can get into that old
rag!" she'd protested.
"That's OK," her blonde friend giggled. "I don't think
you'll be in it for very long."
She and Amy were out by the pool but timid little Todd
stayed inside watching cartoons in the family room.
Agnes remembered how uncomfortable she'd been. 'The
bathing suit bottoms cut up into my groin and left a
lot of black pubic hair showing. Nobody shaved and very
few even trimmed back in those days. In the back the
completely inadequate seat pulled up between my butt
cheeks, almost like a thong but not as comfortable. My
'C' cup tits had spilled out of the 'B' cups in every
direction. I looked like a comic book character'.
'She had me strut around that pool while she snuck
peeks through the patio doors to be sure we had his
attention'. The bird was finally ready and as the
pastor's wife put it in the oven she recalled Amy
taking her by the hand and leading her back into the
house. 'He was trying to tear his eyes off our lewd
display but he couldn't. Amy asked him if he thought my
suit was too small.'
"Agnes thinks she's out grown this, Todd what do you
think?" and then she started trying to adjust my
bottoms which made the crotch piece practically
disappear between my lips. He just sat there with his
mouth open. "I think it's kinda sexy don't you?" That's
when she sat on the couch beside him and pushed him
back 'cause he'd been leaning forward with his elbows
on his knees since we'd come back in the house.
The reason he'd assumed that position was very obvious
once his back was against the sofa cushions. His little
wiener was making a tent out of the grey sweat pants he
was wearing. "Oh you definitely think its sexy so don't
lie," Amy said to him.
The poor kid turned several shades of scarlet; he was
sweating and panting like he was about to go into
cardiac arrest. I felt kinda sorry for him, in a way,
but by now the crotch of the suit was pressing on my
clit and was turning my thermostat up to boil. The
sight of his immature hard-on trying to poke its way
through the fleece material was making me feel tingly
all over.'
The pastor's wife pulled half a dozen potatoes out of
the storage bin and began peeling them over the
compostable container. The heat in her crotch was
mimicking the sensation she'd been feeling those twenty
plus years ago. 'I gotta stop this' she admonished
herself, grinding her pussy against the edge of the
counter.
The girl's tongues were dancing to some instinctive
choreography when Rachel felt a hand on her breast. The
contact sent a spike of pleasure through her so intense
that she squealed and pulled away. "I'm sorry... I'm so
sorry!" Rebecca sobbed as she stood up breaking the lip
contact. The seated girl looked up at her red haired
friend feeling so aroused and confused she could hardly
breathe. Her older more experienced friend's pale
freckled skin glowed bright pink and she also seemed to
be starving for air.
"No... no it's OK" the missionary's daughter pleaded
"it feels nice." She took Rebecca's hand and put it
back on her firm little boob.
"Oh God!" Becky sighed "do you mean it?" In answer
Rachel reached up and cupped one of her new friend's
impressive globes feeling the hard center point on her
tiny soft palm. With a grunt of pleasure the red head
began to work the buttons on the front of the
brunette's blouse. The heat rose from her belly and
enveloped her as the fasteners yielded to the nimble
teenaged fingers. The coolness of the air in the room
was a relief for Rachel when the cotton halves of her
top parted.
"Have you ever... you know... fooled around with
another girl?" Rachel's asked as her friend sank to her
knees.
"Lots of times" the older girl confided. "It's usually
more fun with girls than boys; have you?" Rachel was
confused by the question. 'Did the encounter with
missus Koch count, 'cause she isn't a girl, she is a
full grown woman'.
"Uh... no... not really," she rationalized.
"And you've never been with a guy either" Becky
prompted trying to contain her excitement. The
missionary's daughter shook her head indicating the
negative. The older girl kneeling in front of her was
pushing her simple white cotton bra up out of the way.
With the back strap still fastened the garment squished
her round boobies into an odd shape. It made the pink
areolas, which took up most of the top of her breast
anyway, look even larger.
"Holy... Rach you've got some amazing nips... they're
huge!" the red head appreciated finding she had way too
much saliva all of a sudden. "No wonder they're so
touchy. If you thought it felt good when I touched them
through all those clothes you better fasten your
seatbelt." Becky warned as she extended her tongue and
made a wide wet track around the puffy pink circle.
"Ughhhh!" Rachel groaned. The pressure of her bra
squeezing her tits seemed to make them more sensitive
too. Rebecca didn't hesitate, giving the other bulging
areola the same sort of lick. A fire had ignited
between the seated girl's legs and she squirmed against
the seat of the chair. Her friend took the little
protruding tip in the center of her left areola in her
mouth and started sucking and tonguing it while she
gently squeezed and teased the other tit with her left
hand.
The pleasure was so intense that Rachel didn't think
she'd be able to stand it and nearly pushed her lover's
head away. She was sort of afraid of offending the
older girl, and her only real friend, so she grabbed
the arms of the desk chair and tried to hold on as the
waves swept over her.
Becky was not satisfied with the access so she reached
behind her host and her experienced fingers easily
unclipped the hooks in spite of the added tension on
the back strap. Now that it was loose it was quite easy
to push it up out of the way and really feast on her
classmate's tits.
When missus Koch had played with her boobs yesterday
Rachel was surprised at how much it added to her
arousal. Now with her breasts in the lead she realized
they weren't the supporting cast they were the co-
stars. She was starting to think that if Becky kept
this up she was going to experience that awesome
explosive release that no one had taken the time and
trouble to give her a name for.
For better or worse, just as she felt the throbbing in
her pussy reaching a critical level, her friend rocked
back on her heels panting. Both the kneeling girl's
hands continued to work over the saliva slippery
mounds. "Oh fuck Rach this is making me sooo wet."
Becky flipped her legs out from underneath her so she
was sitting at her playmate's feet. Reaching under the
short plaid skirt she stripped her saturated panties of
with incredible aplomb.
"See!" she moaned tossing the soggy cotton in Rachel's
lap. The younger girl had been so close to cumming that
her head was spinning out of control and she could
hardly see. As the seated teenager picked up the
underpants from the tops of her thighs Rebecca pulled
the hem of her skirt up with her left hand and her
right went to work furiously on her swollen soppy
vulva.
Impulsively the chestnut haired teenager brought her
girlfriend's underwear to her nose and inhaled the
aroma. It was sort of like missus Koch's but sweeter
somehow. She sniffed the wet cotton and watched Becky's
hand blur it was moving so fast. "Oohhhh fuuuuck!" the
girl on the floor wailed. Rachel thought it looked like
an excellent idea so she pulled her own undies down to
her ankles. She ran her fingers slowly and gently
between the parted slippery lips, never taking her eyes
off Rebecca.
Agnes was determined to get the potatoes cut and into
the roasting pan with the chicken but her mind would
not stay focused. She'd tried her hardest to push the
recollection of that July day at Amy Mitchell's out of
her thoughts but it just kept coming back.
Amy had used the oldest ploy in the book on her twelve
year old cousin; 'show us yours and we'll show you
ours'. The boy just sat there looking terrified but so
horny he was powerless to stop what was happening. Amy
offered to go first and stripped off her bathing suit
bottoms. Then she sat on the arm of the couch beside
the boy and opened her legs. There was a sound that
Agnes recalled as being inhuman followed by the
appearance of a huge wet area on the front of the
preteens sweat pants. She recalled her first whiff of
the slightly vinegary scent of semen.
Agnes only intended to wipe her hands on the front of
her apron. She rubbed over her mons with a pressure far
grater than that task required. Her aching womanhood
pleaded with her. With shaking hands she managed to get
the spuds into the roasting pan and re-closed the oven
door. Setting the timer on the stove; 'I've got an
hour' she concluded and made a dash for the stairs.
The sounds she heard from Rachel's bedroom stopped her
in her tracks. Some people can fake those sounds, but
the average person can only really make them when they
were in the throws of sexual ecstasy. The gap between
the wall and the door frame of her ward's room was
smaller than the one in her bedroom but when she put
her eye right up against it, the spectacle went
straight to her crotch.
The cute little red head was on her knees between the
missionary's daughter's widely spread legs, her face
buried in the treasure that nested there. The round
naked pubescent butt was presented to the incredibly
horny older woman framed by the plaid skirt. The spasm
in her pussy was so powerful that her knees buckled.
The shreds of her discretion tugged at her but she knew
she'd go through that door even if Hades lay on the
other side. Opening the door she was blasted with the
aroma of arousal. 'This surely wasn't Hades... but it
might be the box office' she thought as she crossed the
small room.
***
In the next episode: aside from the obvious, learn how
the preacher found his calling.
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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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