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The Preacher's Wife - 5
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
***
Rachel learns some new skills from the preacher's wife
and the preacher comes to grips with his old demons.
(ff-teens, voy, oral, anal, orgy)
***
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.
***
Rachel felt more than saw missus Koch enter. She'd had
this ability all her life though she didn't really
understand it. Sometimes she just knew things. When the
"knowledge" came into her head she opened her eyes in
spite of her extreme arousal and impending release.
Rebecca was doing a magnificent job between her legs.
The missionary's daughter somehow managed to smile at
her guardian in the second before the wave crashed over
her sending her to that peaceful place where nothing
else existed except the indescribable pleasure.
Agnes watched her ward smile and then tense every
muscle accompanied by a deep groan. The red head
kneeling on the floor continued her lingual tribute for
several more seconds before sitting back on her
haunches. When Becky caught sight of missus Koch out of
the corner of her eye she screeched and practically
threw herself sideways into the little space between
the desk and the bed. The preacher's wife thought she
hadn't seen anyone that shocked and terrified in a long
time.
The sparkling green eyes were so wide it looked
painful. The pussy juice smeared mouth hung open and
the pale skin turned an alarming shade of red. The
older woman felt an urgent need to calm the youngster
before she had a heart attack. Quickly sinking to her
knees she reached out to stroke the girl's sweat
dampened hair but the teenager cringed further into the
corner shying away from the contact. 'She must be
seeing me as the monster from the black lagoon' missus
Koch reasoned as she spoke in her softest most
comforting tone.
"It's OK sweetheart, relax" Agnes knew more than a
little about first aid and when the little red head
started to shiver she thought 'Holy fuck! She's gonna
go into shock on me.' In the meantime Rachel had
regained the ability to move and decided the next thing
to do was to shuck her upper body covering which was
hanging disheveled from her shoulders and serving no
purpose.
She simply dropped the white oxford blouse on the floor
followed by the cotton bra and then joined Agnes in
front of her coochie eating friend. Rebecca saw her
topless friend beside the minister's wife showing no
signs of distress what so ever and immediately began to
calm down. The hyperventilation slowed to heavy panting
as she looked from Rachel to Agnes and back.
The brunette teen started to work the buttons of her
friend's blouse. She'd wanted to get her eyes and her
hands, and her mouth for that matter, on the impressive
looking lumps under the red head's shirt all day.
Squeezing them a few minutes ago had only made the
impulse stronger. Agnes took the opportunity to shed
her tangerine colored top and toss it on the bed. Then
she had to get to her feet to release the button and
zipper of her slacks.
The older woman decided to save time and her thumbs
engaged the thong along with her pants and pushed all
her lower garments to her knees. Becky was watching the
mature tits wobble under the beige chemise as she felt
the cooler air of the room on her chest. As soon as
Rachel opened the blouse she immediately descended on
the twin orbs that were revealed. Rebecca's nipples
were unremarkable. They sat perfectly centered on her
boobs; they were the size of silver dollars and shone
bright pink.
What made the older teens tits breathtaking was the
coloration. The skin was so pale white that the blue
veins returning depleted blood back to her rapidly
beating heart for a fresh infusion of oxygen shone
through the translucent epidermis. The alabaster skin
had a rosy pink glow and the medium to heavy smattering
of freckles between the seated girl's collar bone and
her breasts were the product of the exceptionally fair
pigmentation.
All feelings of terror that had gripped her when she'd
seen missus Koch enter the room dissolved under
Rachel's ravenous assault. What gripped her now was the
urgent need between her legs. When she'd been sucking
on her friend's spectacular nipples her pussy had been
pounding so hard that she had to back off and rub
herself. Becky had really thought that she would cum in
seconds but it didn't happen. After stroking her vulva
for a minute and watching her friend do the same she'd
decided to give it a rest in favor of tonguing the
brunette's furry mons. Now the urgent need was back and
she put her hand between her legs again in search of
her blessed moment.
Agnes had removed her last remaining article of
clothing and put her hand on Rachel's shoulder to get
her attention. Reluctantly the missionary's daughter
looked up at her mentor. "Let's get her on the bed" the
older woman suggested. Working together they quickly
deposited the confused but incredibly hot red head on
the more comfortable and accessible surface. Rachel
returned to the road map boobs. Pushing the pliable pan
caked flesh up as she worked the doughy mounds over.
the preacher's wife turned her attention to the text
book cunt.
A small patch of reddish gold hair, an inch wide and
two inches long above the neat crease was all that
remained of its natural camouflage. Both sets of lips
were in view and looked to be exactly the same length.
The inner labia glowed a much deeper shade of pink
paralleling the thicker outer ones. The older woman
knelt at the foot of her ward's bed and wrapped her
arms around the prone teenager's thighs to pull her
hips closer to the edge. Agnes's initial exploration
was light and gentle as she ran her tongue up and down
the delicate tissue collecting the sweet cream that was
dribbling out.
Becky grunted and tried to thrust her hips toward the
tantalizing sensation but the experienced raven haired
woman had a firm grip with her arms around the
teenager's thighs that allowed her to control all
pelvic movement. The kneeling woman was enjoying the
feel of the hot spongy tissue under her tongue just as
much as she delighted in the delicious fragrance that
filled her nose. Barely touching she continued to go
around and around the trembling girl's vulva.
Agnes so wanted to plunge her tongue into the hot slick
recesses and suck on the fresh adolescent meat but
instead she selflessly looked up at her ward and
decided it was time for another lesson. Rachel had
repositioned herself so that she was sitting on the
pillows above her classmate's head. Her hands were
still massaging the awesome white mounds and squeezing
their hard red centers while she enviously watched her
guardian.
Their eyes met over the length of Rebecca's nearly
naked body. Her nakedness marred only by the plaid
skirt that now looked more like a wide belt across the
teen's midriff. The quality of telepathic communication
that they had developed in such a short time was
astounding. The chestnut haired teen wiggled herself
out from under her playmate's head, slid off the bed
and joined her mentor between the writhing red head's
legs.
The sight took Rachel's breath away. She was sure that
it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She
wanted her coochie to be as neat as her red headed
friend's, but even more she wanted to feel and taste
the delectable gash. Agnes was ready for the hasty move
and barred her access with her left arm. "Slowly honey,
and very softly" she instructed. Her right arm was
still looped around Becky's left thigh, her fingers
resting on the reddish gold landing strip. Rachel
looked at her tutor with understanding so the older
woman moved her left arm to clear the path to Becky's
not so hidden treasure.
Now the older woman gripped the reclining girl behind
her right knee and lifted. She wouldn't have been able
to do much from this awkward position if the red head
hadn't responded to the pressure and bent her knee. The
preacher's wife lifted the girl's right leg until the
teenaged foot, with the cute little ankle sock, was
resting on the bed right beside her butt. Becky's other
knee was resting on Agnes's right shoulder so the
effect was to tip her pelvis way back. Simultaneously
she pulled up on the plump vulva and used her finger
tips to promote the separation of the pubescent labia.
Rachel was following orders like a soldier very gently
tracing the pinkness of the pried open slit.
"Lick a little lower sweetie," the coach encouraged.
The lapping girl reached the very bottom of the vulva
and heard her mentor whisper "lower". Rachel knew what
came next and backed off enough to view her expected
path. The pinkish brown pucker of her classmate's anus
was the next feature she'd encounter. The brown eyed
teen wasn't sure about it but 'I followed missus Koch's
instructions this far, so...' having made her choice
she tentatively applied her tongue to a place she had
really never expected to go.
She was pleasantly surprised first by the fact that
there was no objectionable taste as she'd feared,
partly because the little rose bud was already
liberally coated in pussy juice. The second pleasing
revelation was how interesting the asshole felt under
her tongue. The firmness of the puckered ridges was in
contrast with the soft sponginess of the vulva above.
Third was the ecstatic reaction of her playmate.
Rebecca positively wailed at the never before
experienced stimulation. Spurred on by all of this the
teen explored and probed thoroughly.
"You see up here" Agnes said drawing the novice's
attention to her prying fingers "this is her clitoris.
It's the most sensitive place of all." She explained as
her middle finger hovered over the red head's exposed
nubbin. The kneeling teenager had backed off again to
be at a distance where her eyes could focus. "Remember
yesterday when I told you to rub higher up on your
pussy and it felt so amazing?" the missionary's
daughter nodded, "Well that's when you were rubbing
your own clit."
"Should I lick it?"
"You can lick it, and you can even suck on it but
sometimes it will make your partner have an orgasm too
fast" seeing the somewhat puzzled expression on the
girl's face the teacher explained; "An orgasm is that
wonderful moment when all of the pleasure peaks and you
feel that incredible release. It's also called
cumming." Rachel was pleased that she now had a name
for the blessed sensation.
Rebecca raised her head and shoulders to look down
between her breasts at the two heads between her
vertical thighs. They seemed to be having a
conversation down there. The prone young woman wanted
to yell 'for fuck's sake eat me!' the words were in her
head but she couldn't get them to come out of her
mouth. When missus Koch's middle finger contacted her
stiff love button thunder rolled through her pelvis, a
lightning bolt shot straight to her head and she
collapsed back on the bed moaning. Agnes looked up at
the teenager's pleasure distorted features and
whispered "she's ready now sweetheart. Go ahead and
lick it." At the same moment the preacher's wife wet
her index finger in her mouth.
Rachel dutifully applied her tongue to her classmate's
exposed clit. The firm little peg felt wonderful so she
lapped and moved her tongue all around it. She was now
beginning to understand what it was that Becky had been
doing to her when she was sitting in the desk chair and
tried to mimic those motions. In seconds the red head
completely lost control. Agnes knew the girl was
reaching the pinnacle. when experience told her the
summit had been reached she inserted her lubricated
index finger in the puckered orifice below.
She didn't push in very far, not even to completely
insert her finger nail to the cuticle. It was enough to
send the red head crashing through the ceiling of the
maximum pleasure she had thought her body was capable
of and send her thrashing and screaming all the way to
another world.
The preacher's wife recognized the signs of completion
from the girl on the bed and tugged at her protégé's
shoulder. Rachel looked at her tutor with those wide
brown questioning eyes again. "Often after you cum" the
minister's wife explained "you just can't stand anymore
stimulation, it almost hurts." The brown eyes reflected
an understanding and something else Agnes couldn't put
her finger on. Her ward was feeling a deep appreciation
for her guardian's help and guidance. The gratitude was
so deep that the youngster realized it felt like love.
Rising from her haunches Rachel applied her pussy juice
smeared lips to her mentor's mouth and began to emulate
the kissing tutorial she'd had with Becky. The
pubescent tongue forced its way between her mentor's
lips and teeth, a deep thrill raced through the older
woman and the thought occurred 'where did she learn
that?' The thought was fleeting because the girl's
soulful kiss was the most tender she'd had in quite
some time. The pussy tremors that had brought her
upstairs in the first place were back amplified by the
soft little mouth that was attempting to swallow her
tongue.
The face sucking continued for several seconds but
Agnes's forty year old knees were starting to complain
about the hardness of the carpeted floor. The pastor's
wife gently collapsed sideways pulling her adoring
student with her. With Rachel on top they both enjoyed
the feeling of their naked bodies writhing together.
The girl's narrow chest with its significant mounds fit
between her guardians large splayed boobs. The teenager
parted her legs and straddled Agnes's hips when she
finally had to come up for air.
"Turn around honey," the reclining woman suggested.
Rachel was confused and her eyes showed it. "Put your
knees here," Agnes indicated the floor beside her head
with the back of her hand. The girl dismounted and with
firm guidance from her teacher's hands maneuvered into
the classic sixty-nine position. Her confusion about
the change of position was immediately explained away
when she found her head a foot from the intricately
folded dark labia she'd explored the day before.
Supporting her weight on her left arm she began to
separate the slippery folds with her right hand.
Searching for the little bump the one missus Koch had
told her was the most sensitive spot 'What did she call
it' Rachel was trying to remember but her mind as well
as her vision were clouded by the intense pleasure
emanating from what her tutor's tongue was up to
between her own intricate folds. She was of course
searching too low. When Agnes's tongue hit her pleasure
center she squealed and realized that she was too far
down the crease.
Working her way back up she found the flap of skin that
formed to apex of the thick lips. The experienced, not
to mention talented, tongue that was manipulating her
vulva had created the surging feeling that the
youngster was beginning to recognize as the precursor
of an orgasm. She knew she needed to hurry. Pulling at
the flap the red jelly bean appeared. Rachel dove for
it sucking it into her mouth and rolling it with her
tongue.
Agnes had begun to think her ward was going to be
content just using her fingers and she was a little
disappointed. So when the darling little girl wrapped
her lips around her clit it came as a big surprise. The
older woman screeched and attacked the teenager's pussy
with renewed zeal. Rachel was trying to hold on but she
knew the battle was lost when she felt the massive wave
of heat sweeping up from her pelvis. The woman on her
back instinctively recognized the impending climax and
regretted that she still felt some distance from her
ultimate moment. That's when she felt the lips on her
breast.
Glancing toward her chest her view was partially
obscured by Rachel's leg but she was able to see enough
to know that the red head had joined them on the floor,
had taken her right nipple in her mouth and was doing a
fabulous job with it. The added stimulation was just
what she needed for Agnes to catch up with her partner.
Barely a moment later both partners in the sixty-nine
dance were wailing as they continued to suck and lick.
The electric sensations that enveloped her left the
girl on her hands and knees spent. She collapsed on the
guardian's groin. She did manage to keep her hips in
the air which kept her from smothering her mentor who
needed all the air she could get.
The next thing she knew her school chum was licking her
face like an affectionate puppy. The chestnut haired
girl lifted her head off missus Koch's belly and
engaged in a proper kiss with her playmate. As Agnes's
head cleared she watched the teenagers exchange spit
and suddenly realized 'I've become missus Mitchell!'
Agnes smiled at the love birds who were now cuddling on
the bed as she collected her clothes and left for her
own room. After a quick clean up she returned to the
kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner. She was
carving the bird when Pastor Sydney Koch planted a wet
kiss on the back of her neck. "Mmmm," the raven haired
beauty responded to the unexpected sensation, "Call the
girls to set the table, will ya?" she asked.
"Girls?" Syd questioned the plural.
"Yeah, Rach has a friend over and she's staying for
dinner." The minister had a moment of distress. I think
I can eventually manage to get used to one nymph
inadvertently teasing me but if there's going to be a
procession of them... I'm screwed... or not as the case
may be' and away he went to get the nymphs.
Syd noticed from the outset that Rachel's friend looked
a little uncomfortable. He didn't think it was unusual;
she did seem pretty shy and was dining for the first
time with these strangers. Agnes persistently worked at
drawing the girl out asking where exactly she lived,
did she like the neighborhood, did she like her house
how long had they lived there and it seemed to work by
the end of the meal Rebecca seemed much more relaxed.
Unfortunately the opposite was true for the pastor. The
pretty red head with the impressive chest and the
scandalously short skirt had his pecker jerking
regularly. When the women started the clean up he
excused himself claiming he had a couple of calls to
make. The truth was that he knew, if either one of the
teenagers bent over in the course of the stowing of the
dinner dishes, he'd have had a woody that would make it
impossible for him to leave.
In his study, behind his desk, the man of God began
soul searching. He sincerely thought he had tamed the
beast, or at least had it well under control. When he
graduated divinity school and got his first job as
assistant to the pastor of a large congregation he was
full of the confidence in his faith that only youth and
inexperience can provide. He felt prepared for any
temptation. 'How wrong I was!' the solitary man groaned
with his head in his hands.
Within the first month a widow had relieved him of his
virginity which at the overripe age of twenty four was
not such a sinful thing, consenting adults and all
that. When his lover brought her teenaged daughter into
the bedroom games however, Sydney didn't even recognize
the slippery slope 'cause he was enjoying the sex way
too much. Before he knew it he was involved with a
couple of the teenager's classmates. Things went badly
down hill from there.
Word was starting to spread, just rumors, but the
pastor suggested that it might be better for all
concerned if he just moved on. Armed with a very
complimentary letter of reference he had no trouble
securing a similar position in another state. 'I was
determined not to make the same mistakes... and look
what happened' the reverend wallowed in his remorse.
At the age of twenty-six, having had a taste of the
pleasures of the flesh and then having that outlet
suddenly cut off, left him extremely vulnerable. Once
again it started innocently he was dating a divorcee
who had a teenaged daughter. The woman he was dating
was religious and had no intention of engaging in
sexual relations outside of marriage. Her sister was
another matter all together. The teen seduced the horny
minister and had him begging for more.
That's when things really took a diabolical turn. He
was experienced enough now to become a predator. At
first it was to prevent his girlfriend's sister from
having so much control over him but later he realized
that he was now addicted to sex with young, sometimes
very young partners. He manipulated and seduced girls
insatiably, and he knew it was wrong. The fact that he
had become quite good at it was not a consolation.
When the opportunity to lead his own church came along
he once again vowed to follow the straight and narrow;
make a fresh start in a new town. He figured if he
could just get married he'd be able to stop his
philandering ways. At his very own church he wooed and
won a lovely young member of the congregation. The
marriage lasted over twenty years until her death five
years ago. During that time, although certainly not
sexually satisfied he was able to stick to his vows.
Fewer temptations were thrown his way as the women he
encountered saw his as "taken" so only the most
depraved even flirted. Then came Agnes, beautiful
sexual Agnes, and that was OK too because although
she'd reignited his passion she was also more than
willing to satisfy him much more than he'd ever been
since he'd become pastor of this congregation twenty
seven years ago.
Syd tried to figure out what had gone wrong. 'How had
the old demons resurfaced and gained so much control?'
he knew the answer; 'Rachel!' The wonderful, pretty,
unbelievably naive nymph was under his own roof, under
his control, so to speak. 'I managed to keep the devil
at bay by avoidance. I just didn't put myself into the
path of temptation. Now temptation had come to live in
my home; not for a week or a month for a whole
completely intolerable year!'
He knew he couldn't expect help from his wife. 'She's
the one who invited the girl into their bedroom during
a sexual encounter and used it as a training exercise.
Sure I slipped a little by peeping on the girl but...'
Syd did not recall the incident very clearly. He
remembered things fairly well right up to the point
that Rachel had joined them in the bed. He could recall
being naked with a huge hard-on that Agnes had been
sucking in her usual fabulous way, then the girl...
everything became fuzzy and surreal after that. He did
continue to savor the orgasm which was one of the most
powerful since he met Agnes... 'Was that because it was
Rachel who got me off?'
The only thing he knew for sure was that he had to come
to grips with this; to somehow deal with it or he'd go
mad. The memory of the orgasm at the hands of his ward
was creating a stir in his pants when his wife's face
appeared around the door post.
"Sydney, darling, could you be a dear and take Rachel's
friend home?" the pastor was ripped out of his arousing
day dream.
"Uh, sure... sure sweetheart" he agreed adjusting his
wandering meat before rising. Just then the phone rang.
Syd was glad for the distraction and picked it up.
"Hello"
"Oh hi Zack" then a pause, "Why don't you speak to her
yourself" he said before extending the receiver toward
his wife. The conversation was brief. Agnes handed him
back the receiver with a look of disappointment on her
face.
"He's not going to be able to come and finish the
moldings tomorrow; something about a special practice
and film session before their big game."
"Too bad" the minister said as he headed for the front
door. Rebecca was still upstairs collecting her things
and saying goodbye to Rachel so the pastor went out to
start the car. When the red head got in Syd's jaw
dropped but something else went up as if to compensate.
The girl's long slender teenaged thighs were exposed up
to an alarming level because of the shortness of the
plaid uniform skirt. He tried not to stare but when he
finally looked into the teenager's face and those
beautiful green eyes he knew he'd failed. His ward's
friend had one of those 'I saw you looking smiles'. The
pastor could feel his pulse pounding in his dick and he
asked
"Where do you Becky?" He was trying to look her in the
eye but she had put her backpack on the floor between
her feet which resulted in the little kilt riding even
higher until he was sure he caught a glimpse of the
white panties beneath.
"One twenty one Maple," Rebecca replied watching his
eyes on her crotch. The mischievous teen moved her legs
again, deliberately, and now there was on doubt, the
crotch gusset of her underpants was easily visible. The
minister cleared his throat to cover the groan
"I know where that is," he croaked as he began backing
out of the driveway. Twisted around with his attention
focused on the back window Syd didn't see his passenger
steal a peek at his groin. The sizeable lump was
obvious and Becky felt her coochie flutter. She did
sooo love to tease.
It was a short ride, easily walk able were it not for
the lateness of the hour. Rebecca thanked him as she
exited the car and headed for her house. The sight of
the pert butt swaying under the plaid pleats sent fresh
tremors through his now fully engorged member.
The round trip took only about fifteen minutes. The
pastor sat in the car after turning it off, trying to
get the vision of the teenaged vulva wrapped in white
cotton out of his mind. The harder he tried the harder
he got. Realizing he was fighting a loosing battle he
went into the house worrying how he was going to hide
his now painful erection.
Agnes and Rachel were on the couch in the living room.
Syd leaned around the door post using it to shield the
bulge in his pants and announced "I'm gonna turn in, so
goodnight ladies.' They both smiled and his wife blew
him a kiss. Up in the bedroom he stripped and slipped
into his bed more conflicted than ever. He wrapped his
hand around his throbbing penis and considered jerking
off to relieve the pressure.
He was on his side holding himself and reveling in the
hardness that he couldn't always achieve anymore when
he heard his wife come in; moments later she was behind
him spooning. Her hand slid up his torso until it
reached his chest. Searching through the grey hair she
located the hard pebble of his nipple and tweaked it.
The arousing sensation shot straight to his balls. He
used to be embarrassed about how sensitive his nipples
were but Agnes had made him feel OK with it. More than
OK she actually seemed to enjoy toying with the quarter
sized dots on his chest. His wife's hand slid down and
located the rigid pole standing parallel to his body.
"Oooo she really got you worked up didn't she?" Agnes
observed stroking his rock hard cock. All the pastor
could do was moan. "It's alright sweetie" she assured
as if she were reading his mind, continuing to work his
penis up and down. "It's perfectly normal to get turned
on by those gorgeous young bodies" she'd added a little
swirl over his hyper sensitive dick head to her
stroking motion. Each time her dainty hand passed over
the smooth purple bulb a shock wave hammered into his
nuts and he could not suppress the groan. He wanted to
tell her how wrong he felt about it
"But... but... ugh!" he started.
"Think of it this way," she advised "they're gonna do
it anyway if they have those desires, so if we help
them along at least we can make sure they learn
properly and stay safe" she was whispering in his ear
with a considerable amount of tongue action.
Instinctively Syd knew there were enormous holes in her
logic but he couldn't think of a single counter
argument at the moment. He felt the pressure on his
shoulder rolling him over on his back. Agnes flipped
the sheet away and straddled her husband.
Using her right hand to open herself and her left to
guide the turgid penis she lowered onto the steel hard
pole very slowly. The heat of the slippery velvet soft
tissues enveloping his organ sent waves of pleasure
rolling over him. The kneeling woman enjoyed the
filling feeling in her cunt as she received his length
into her depths.
Riding his cock like a rodeo cowgirl she put her hands
on the furry chest and thumbed his rigid nipples. Syd
reached up and captured his wife's wobbling melons,
squeezing the pliable flesh hard as he felt the tension
in his balls reach the critical point. With a grunt and
a final upward thrust the minister deposited the
contents of his raging testicles and prostate in the
flooded cavern.
It was far too short for the raven haired woman to
achieve climax but she was OK with it; this time. She
leaned forward resting her hooters on the softness of
his matted chest hair and briefly ground her semi hard
clit against his pubic bone. When his breathing had
pretty much returned to normal she dismounted and went
into the bathroom to take a pee and clean up. She used
the warm wash cloth and towel she'd returned with to
clean his flaccid member and tossed both into the
hamper before slipping back into the bed by his side.
The pastor in the warm after glow was dozing and near
sleep. Her words were turning over in his semi
conscious mind 'it's OK... they're gonna do it
anyway... we're keeping them safe" and then he was
asleep.
***
Syd slipped quietly out of bed so as not to disturb
Agnes the next morning. When he was comfortably seated
in the living room and half way through his first cup
of coffee he decided he felt better than he had in a
week. There seemed to be a weight lifted from his
shoulders. The original incident with Rachel in her
missionary parent's house was only the tip of the
iceberg. The pastor had felt his control slipping long
before that. His reaction to the relatively mild erotic
stimulus sent him to his knees to pray for guidance and
deliverance.
The prayers, so far as he could tell, had not been
answered. The peaceful post coital sleep had given him
a new perspective. Supported by his wife's opinion on
the subject the minister simply concluded that it
wasn't that bad. In fact, based on Agnes's point of
view, it was actually helpful, not sinful. He was
recalling the delightful times he'd had before he
turned over the new leaf twenty-seven years ago. How
could that much joy be wrong? He had rediscovered the
'off' switch on his conscience.
Pastor Koch picked up the Friday morning edition of the
local paper and was checking the obituaries when Agnes,
sleepy eyed and yawning poked her head around the
corner. "Did you sleep well stud?" she quipped.
"Just great dear" he responded watching the alluring
rear end disappear toward the kitchen and the coffee
pot. Friday was the pastor's day of rest. Actually it
was a day to clean up personal business like the
household expense pay the bills and all the other
things that occupy your life outside of work. He
usually stayed in his PJs unless he had to go out. His
wife joined him on the couch with her java and picked
up the front section of the paper. "I'm gonna run some
errands today" she announced between sips "I kinda let
them pile up so it'll probably take all day".
"I got financial stuff to work on and if there's time
I'll tackle that leaky tap in the laundry room."
"That would be great! It is the hot water so it's
probably pouring money to heat the water right down the
drain" they both returned to their newspaper browsing
until Rachel came down and then they joined her for
breakfast. Syd was less self-conscious about watching
the teenager's pert little butt as she poured herself a
bowl of cereal at the counter. He was still wondering
how the principal let these girls run around the school
with the skirt waistband rolled up to the point that it
just covered their ass with about an inch to spare,
when Agnes called from the front hall.
"Rach if you want a lift we gotta get going."
"Coming!" the chestnut haired girl called as she
scrambled to collect her things.
"See ya later honey," his wife called as she went out
the door.
"Have a good day ladies" the pastor returned. He filled
his coffee cup for the third time and headed for his
study.
Rachel gave her guardian a peck on the cheek as she got
out of the car. "See ya tonight sweetie" she called as
she drove away. The girl paused to watch the car
disappear around the corner. She was feeling so
conflicted she really didn't know what to think
anymore. Her whole life up until a few days ago she'd
been taught to be ashamed of her body. Told she must
never touch her private parts. Sinful, sinful, sinful,
it was all sinful. Then missus Koch had told her the
pleasure was a gift from God.
She couldn't believe God would make something wrong
feel that wonderful. She'd touched her guardian's
private parts and let missus Koch touch hers. She'd
even touched the pastor. Then yesterday with Rebecca
she been so excited; it was so new and thrilling to be
with someone her own age, to be accepted. They'd gotten
naked, well almost naked, and played with each other's
bodies, was it wrong? Would she be punished?
Her feelings alternated between guilt and rapture. The
morning announcements were all about the football game.
It was then that she remembered she had a double
science lab this afternoon and her teacher was one of
the coaches. She asked around and sure enough the
period was going to be turned into a study hall. 'I'm
not hanging around for that' she decided 'I'll just go
home instead'
The morning was uneventful but seemed extra long
because now the chestnut haired teen knew she was going
to leave at lunch time. At her locker she decided not
to take any books home for the weekend. It was a pretty
long walk and she didn't want to cart any unnecessary
weight. By twelve-thirty she was toting her nearly
empty backpack down the street and headed for the
Koch's home; her home. She opened the front door just
after one. Her mind was still in turmoil. During her
walk she'd gone over, under, around and through
everything she knew and everything that had happened
but the conflict remained.
'This is a question of morality and spirituality' she
determined. 'And who was supposed to provide guidance
and advice on such questions; a minister of course. Oh
excuse me; I happen to have one right here.' The
thought made her giggle. She would go and state her
concerns and confusion to Pastor Koch. 'What about the
incident after my bath the other day?' she paused to
wonder. 'Well what ever happened and why it happened
didn't matter he was still the pastor.' Rachel found
him right where she expected to, behind his desk in his
study. Standing in the doorway she waited to see if he
would look up but he didn't. She cleared her throat to
get his attention. "Rachel, you're home early!" he
exclaimed. "Is there anything wrong?"
The teenager skipped over the fact that it was a loaded
question. "No; afternoon classes were cancelled on
account of the football game so I came home" it wasn't
far from the truth. "Could I speak to you for a
moment?"
"Certainly honey, anytime, come on in," said the spider
to the fly.
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Coming next? The preacher convinces young Rachel that
debauchery is a form of worship but his wife slams on
the brakes at the most inopportune moment.
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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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