("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Pastor Jimmy's Redemption
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)
***
A big city minister is brought low. He finds his
redemption in the love of a homeless woman, and
happiness in the friendship of an old man. (MF/f-teen,
Ff, bi, ped, inc, 1st, oral, anal, sacrilegious)
***
Author's Note: The usual disclaimers apply here, so
let me spell them out for you. If you are under the
legal age of your country to read this material, or
you do not like what you read herein, fuck off and
stop wasting everyone's time. Also, I do not condone
any acts which harm or put children at risk. Are we
clear on that? Good, so Please Read This!
This is in part a love story. It also contains sexual
contact between an adult male and a young girl or two,
in a loving, nurturing environment. If you want a
story that is all sex and no substance, please, I
invite you to look elsewhere.
Any similarity to any persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. This never happened, at least not
that I know of! So, if you have any questions,
comments or suggestions, please send them to me at
this link; ptotrcw@gmail.com
***
Part One
***
Stuff happens.
Whether on purpose, or by design, only the Good Lord
knows. Some occurrences are so way out there, the only
description you can give is that you've stepped into
your own episode of the Twilight Zone.
Let me tell you about it, shall I?
My name is James Willoughby. I used to known to at
least a thousand people in my old upper middle class
neighbourhood in the town of Michaelsburg as Pastor
James David Willoughby, Pastor James to the children,
or Pastor Willoughby to the congregation. I served at
the Church of the Risen Lord (name changed to protect
the guilty), first as assistant pastor, then as
pastor. In my time there, I saw many people come and
go. I married a few of them, sent some off on
missions, and counselled many. Life was good.
I'd seen and talked in confidence to couples who'd one
spouse or another had discovered the other half was
having, had have, or thought about having, an affair.
I'd managed to save a few of those marriages by
counselling and prayer. Some of them couldn't be
saved, because they'd become a train wreck, huge and
messy.
Everybody has their own train wreck, I've learned the
hard way, of one description or another. You never see
the train headed toward you, until the last moment,
just before it strikes you. And my train was a fully-
loaded freight, going full speed, and no brakes.
***
My wife and I, we married young. Both nineteen,
sparkly eyed and full of energy. There wasn't nothing
we wouldn't do to share the Gospel. We were like two
peas in a pod in the beginning. Then came seminary,
assistant-pastorship, until finally, my own church
when pastor Michaelson retired.
It came to light, under a big glaring, 'all-the-
church-knows-but-Pastor-don't' spotlight, that my wife
of fifteen years was having an affair with one of the
Deacons of our church, and had been for the past nine
of those years before the news hit the pews.
His wife didn't know about the clandestine goings-on,
and my heart ached for her, but not as much as it bled
for the betrayal of the woman I thought loved me, who
yipped and hollered many 'Praise the Lords', right
there in front of me as I stood before her, God, and
the congregation on many a Sunday.
During the fall-out, the affair came about she said
because we didn't have children, and she blamed me for
that. I had a test done, after the horse had bolted,
way too late to do any good, and I found out my
swimmers were alive, abundant, and healthy. So it
wasn't me who couldn't donate to the cause.
I got the blame anyway.
***
I lost my position as pastor of the church, no
surprises there. What did surprise me was that I'd
became a pariah, an outcast, and people who'd sat at
my table, and me at theirs, suddenly didn't know me,
or want to. Plain and simple, I'd become an
embarrassment to them all. I wasn't excommunicated, or
have my ordination revoked, but I knew in my heart I'd
never have my own church again.
Hell would freeze over first, count on it.
My ex-wife and the ex-deacon were excommunicated,
however. They were gone like a fart in a hurricane, to
put it crassly. They may have been gone, but the
scandal had given the gossips fodder that lasted for
many months afterward.
People for miles around in any direction you could
name knew shortly after that Pastor, (ex-Pastor!),
James Willoughby's wife was a cheater, blah, blah,
blah, and I did the only thing I could do to salvage
what little pride I had left.
I packed up and moved away.
Far away.
***
I found myself one day in an old town, with a
population of several hundred, and driving through
after gassing the car, I noticed an old dilapidated
church sitting off to one side of the main road. The
doors had been boarded up at one time, but the boards
had come loose and hung down the walls, and a couple
of windows were smashed. It sat there, looking sad and
forlorn, like the heart had been ripped out of it. I
knew how it felt, and on an impulse, I pulled into the
driveway, then got out of my car, and walked around
it.
The church looked small from the front, but it was
quite big, really. I discovered there was a house
attached to the back of the building. It had at least
four bedrooms, a large kitchen and living area, and a
huge back yard. It sat next to the town's cemetery,
which looked overgrown.
When I got to the front door, I went up to it, and
pushed. The door creaked open, and taking that as a
good sign, I walked inside.
The sense of peace I felt standing in front of the
altar was so deep, it pierced right into me. I can't
describe in words what came over me, but I knew, I
just knew I'd come home! In my mind, I could hear the
congregation singing and praising God, and the love
that radiated from the very floorboards made me weep.
I was standing in the presence of something powerful,
and it had me in its thrall, and I didn't want it to
end.
You had to have been there to understand.
***
While I was standing there, I nearly screamed with
fright when I felt a hand grab hold of my left elbow.
I jumped, spun around, and was confronted by a
grizzled old man, sunburned a mahogany colour from
time spent outdoors.
He was dressed in old faded denims, and sported a
white beard and moustache worn in the old cowboy
style. He had scuffed work boots on his feet, and had
piercing blue eyes that beheld me warily. His grip was
strong, and his body was all whip-cord and leathery
muscle.
"What you doin' in here, boy?" he rasped.
I told him my name, James Willoughby, and I told him I
was passing through, and stopped by to visit the old
church. I said I was moving on, and made to walk out
the door. I hadn't got two steps before he said, "You
the James Willoughby whose wife left him for a damned
deacon?"
I nearly fell over in shock!
"My God," I blurted, "does the whole country know
about that?"
He fixed me with a "Jesus Christ, what an idiot!"
stare, and said, "Bad news travels fast in the
Christian community, preacher! Of course the whole
damned country knows about it by now!" He shook his
head, and said, "Just how many Christians you think
are in this country, boy? Every damned one of them
knows when one of their own falls from grace!"
He put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "Boy, from
now on, every time a sermon about adultery gets given,
you can bet the name, 'James Willoughby,' is gonna be
inserted in there somewhere!"
I was hollow, empty. The dream of starting fresh
evaporated like smoke in front of my eyes. I couldn't
go anywhere and start my life over if I kept on using
my own name, I knew. If I changed my name, I'd have to
change my whole identity, and I was too stubborn to do
that! I was me, not somebody else. I was the wronged
party, here! I didn't have the affair, she did,
dammit!
So why did I run?
***
I sat down on one of the empty dusty pews, dejected.
The old man came over and sat beside me on the pew. He
rolled a cigarette, then offered it to me. I hadn't
smoked in twenty years, and without thinking I took it
from him, and coughed as he lit it for me. Then with
my head was spinning, he rolled and lit one of his
own.
"You see, boy," he said as we sat there enveloped in
blue smoke, "God don't always gets it right, but
occasionally, He does, but in a round-about way. You,"
he pointed a gnarled finger at me, "in your rush to
get wed, married the wrong person! Your wife, the one
you should'a had, the one you didn't wait for, is now
married to someone else. So God, you see, had to get
your attention, so He dumped a pile of horseshit in
your lap!"
He chuckled. "His way of tidying up the mess!"
I sat there looking at this crazy old man. What in the
name of sanity was he on about?
"Good! I got your attention now, same as He does! It's
time to start afresh, and you ain't got the baggage
you once had!" He looked askance at me. "All those
people bowing and scraping, kissing the Pastor's ass,"
he said sarcastically. "You loved it, go on, admit
it!"
I was still in shock. I had to admit, the adulation,
the 'bowing and scraping and the ass-kissing' did turn
my head. I guess I did get a bit big-headed because of
it.
"Course you did!" the old man said. "Now, you're
eating humble pie, and that's where you gotta start
from again! Right from scratch! This town," he waved
his hand in a circle, "ain't perfect, and it's got its
problems, but here's where you gotta make your stand,
boy! A line's been drawn in the sand, and what you do
from now on's gonna decide your future!"
He looked at me with a kindly eye, and smiled. "Follow
your heart, boy," he told me gently, patting me on the
shoulder. "Remember this, there's no right or wrong,
boy, just what we do to help others. Just know that
God is on your side!"
The old man stood, his cigarette out and glued to his
lower lip. He looked out the door, and said, "Well,
gotta go, Jimmy! Your new life is about to walk in the
front door!"
I heard a sound, and turned just as a man and two
women pushed the front doors open wider. One of the
women fell to her knees, and clasped her hands in
front of her chest, a look of disbelief and rapture on
her face as soon as she saw me. The man and the other
woman stood stock still, and then striding over to me,
the man took my hand in his, and shook it.
"Welcome, pastor!" he told me as he pumped my hand,
"we've been praying for you for a long time now!"
How on earth did he know I was a pastor? I looked
around, but the old man was gone.
***
One door closes, another one opens.
How many times have I heard that, and didn't really
believe it? For a town of several hundred people, I
was kept remarkably busy. Everybody wanted to make the
new preacher's acquaintance, to shake my hand and
welcome me. They all knew who I was, of course, once
they'd heard my name, but no-one said much about what
had happened, which made my life easier.
I asked the guy, Peter Robinson, how he knew I was a
minister. I told him I could have been anybody off the
street. He told me he was at a prayer meeting, praying
yet again for a new pastor to come and minister at the
old church, and there had been a 'word of prophecy'
given, telling him to go, NOW, and meet the 'Bearer of
Good Tidings,' as I had been called.
If he didn't believe in God before, he surely did now.
Peter was one of my staunchest supporters. I made him
a Deacon on the spot!
The three, Peter and the two women, Janice and
Madeline Stow, sisters, were called The Three
Disciples by people in the congregation, for being
there to meet me first. The two ladies were laughingly
referred to as Mary and Martha, who were also
disciples, but of another personage.
There were a couple of weddings, some christenings,
and some late night counselling sessions, but all-in-
all, the first six months zipped past without
incident. I had a steady congregation of about a
hundred and fifty, give-or-take to begin with. Once
people heard that a new preacher was in town, my small
congregation grew larger, with people coming for miles
to sit in the pews every Sunday. Still, there was
enough in the offering plate to pay my salary and meet
the overheads, which made me happy.
People rallied around, and soon the old church looked
good as new again. The offerings of time and material
made me humble. The windows were fixed, a coat or two
of paint was applied, the guttering and downpipes
replaced, and finally, the old place felt like home.
One of the local hardware stores donated a mower, and
I took over that job, mowing the church grounds, as it
gave me time to think, and to clear my head. I would
talk to the residents of the graveyard next door to
the church, and came to know their names well.
Robert Tyler, born 1776, died 1792, a young soldier.
David Waynscott, born 1897, died 1954, married with
four children. Alice Forcombe, born 1842, died 1842,
aged two months. There were a lot of graves there, and
I, along with several helpers cleared and tended them
lovingly.
***
During the first year, the old man would appear at
random times, and we'd converse for a while, then he'd
be off to do whatever it was he did. He didn't tell
me, and I didn't ask. Seems I'd always forget to, for
some reason.
I remember we had a conversation about sex, one time.
Actually we had several on that subject. He had quite
a different view of things, given his age. I gave him
the church's stance on unmarried sex, married sexual
practices, and sex in general. He scoffed at it all,
telling me we were in the modern world now, and not
back in the Dark Ages.
"You can't stifle human contact!" he thundered at me.
"Men and women were made to express their sexual
natures, not keep them locked up! No wonder there's so
much trouble in the damned world!"
He, and I know I keep calling him 'he', but the old
dude never told me his name. He rolled a cigarette,
passed it to me, and rolled one for himself, which he
lit, then mine from a match.
"Boy," he said kindly, "you got a decision to make,
one that will change your life forever. All I want you
to do is keep an open mind. Don't be kept in the rigid
chains of dogma. Be flexible, and be strong."
While I pondered that, he got up and walked away. I
sat there smoking for a while, then went back to my
daily life.
***
A week later, I was sitting in a roadside diner that
the old man had recommended to me. The food was good,
and they made a wonderful aromatic coffee. I'd go
there at night, when I couldn't sleep, and blessed the
old man for telling me about it, as it was open all
night for the travellers and truckers that passed
through.
I got to know the waitresses, and we were all on a
first-name basis. There were two cooks, but I didn't
get to meet the day guy. I always seemed to miss him.
This particular night, I was feeling like a smoke, and
thanks to the stupid smoking laws, I had to go outside
into the cold wind to indulge. I was standing there,
under the eaves of the porch, watching the moths dance
and flutter around the light, when I heard two voices,
female, one young, one older, and it sounded like a
mother and daughter. I inched silently closer so that
I could hear what they were saying. It sounded like an
argument of some sort.
"No, Momma!" the girl was saying. "You can't do this!
It's not right! We'll get a job and find some money,
somehow!"
The girl sniffed, and said, "Please, momma. I'll find
a job, and I'll work real hard, you'll see!"
The woman sounded defeated, but she was a fighter.
"Girl," she said to her child, "the only work a man
will pay you for at your age don't involve you
standing up!"
"And," she growled, "I'm not about to let that
happen!"
Then she sighed, and in a quieter tone, she said,
"Baby, I got to do this. We ain't got no money, your
damned father saw to that when he kicked us out! I'll
find someone, do what I have to do, and then we can
eat, okay? You'll feel better when you've got some
food in your belly."
The girl started to sniffle, and I heard them embrace.
The girl said, "Momma, my feet hurt!"
"I know, honey," she told the girl quietly. "Mine too.
Just a little longer, and I'll find us a nice warm
place to sleep, okay?"
The mother wasn't far off crying, and suddenly I was
moving, flicking my cigarette butt away.
***
Both females jumped when I stepped around the corner,
and both had a look of fear in their eyes. All they
could see was a dark silhouette, because I had the
light behind me. Then the mom straightened up, and
tried to look attractive to her first ever customer.
Poor thing. She failed.
She was maybe five-six, with straight mousy brown hair
parted in the middle, and she was wrapped in an old
coat that didn't seem to keep her warm. She shivered,
and her tremulous smile slipped off her face, which
was pinched with hunger and cold. The girl stood there
beside her mom, the top of her head coming to her
chest, clad in a dress that had seen better times,
barefoot, and she was shivering badly.
I stood there, and we watched each other. Then
stepping forward, I said, "I heard you two talking.
Follow me." Nodding to the diner, I said, "Inside,
where it's warm." Then I turned around, and went back
to my booth.
It took them almost ten minutes before both of them
timidly came inside, to sit opposite me in my booth.
The mother was unsure about me, and the girl, about
nine and skinny, sat there, looking at me with a
hostile glare.
***
Then the woman gasped, "Oh my God!"
I noticed they were both looking at my bible, which
lay open on the table.
"You some kind of religious nut?" the girl asked.
"Yeah," I replied, "some kind of."
The girl grabbed her mother's arm and said, "Mom! He's
dangerous! We got to get out of here!"
Just then the waitress came up to us, and smiling, she
said, "Well, Jimmy, you want to order now?"
I smiled at her, and told her I'd be having the chef's
special, and looking at the woman, I told her she and
the child could have anything they wanted.
She gave me a wary look, not trusting me, but she
ordered for the both of them, and I added some dessert
to go with it. The waitress took our orders, and told
us it would be about ten minutes, gave us both
coffees, then left.
When the waitress was out of ear-shot, the woman
leaned forward, and said, "Okay, mister, what's your
game? What have you got in mind for us?"
I sat there, and I was stumped. To tell you the truth,
I didn't know what I was going to do with them. I
hadn't thought any further than giving them a hot
meal, just to get them out of the cold. I had two sets
of brown eyes boring into mine, and I started to get
uncomfortable.
***
"Why don't we get acquainted first?" I said. "My
name's James Willoughby, and I live up the road, not
far from here."
The woman relaxed a little, but not by much. She sat
back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which
looked small. She took her time answering, and when
she did, she said, "My name is June Mayberry, and this
is my daughter, Millie."
"Hi, pleased to meet you June, Millie," I smiled at
them, but the girl still glared at me.
"You mentioned your husband kicked you out. If I may
ask, why? Why did he do that?"
June's face had a hard look to it, and she said, "We
weren't married," she told me. "We were as good as,
though. He found a younger woman. Same ol' damned
story. I stood by him, through the factory closing
down where he had a good job. I worked to keep us
under a roof, and fed. I paid what bills I could, all
on a miserable salary that wouldn't feed a dog!"
June looked like she was going to cry, but she held it
in. "Then, he gets a job, a good one, better than the
last, and so we move here. Suddenly, he doesn't want
us around! Then he tells me he's got another woman,
younger, and he's in love! Can you believe that? He's
in love!"
Two tears slipped out of her eyes, and tracked down
her cheeks.
"Then the bastard threw us out, with no warning at
all, so that his new girlfriend could move in. He was
gracious enough to let me pack some things before we
left. We left most of it behind, we had to. He really
wanted us out of there!"
June shivered. "All we got, Millie and I, are what's
in those three suitcases out there."
I looked, and sure enough, there were three cases out
by the front door. I didn't know what to say. You hear
of crap like this happening, but to face the reality
of it is another thing entirely. I was aghast at the
callousness of her ex. How the hell does a man, if you
can call him that, just abandon his woman and child to
the cold and the dark?
***
"But," she said, wiping away the tears with the back
of her hand. "Our troubles ain't yours, mister. If you
ain't gonna fuck me," and it looked like the word
'fuck' left a bad taste in her mouth, "then we thank
you for the meal, and we'll be moving on."
We were saved from further conversation by the
waitress turning up with our meals. June told Millie
to eat slowly, to make it last, as they didn't know
when they'd be eating next. She blushed as she said
that, neither of them meeting my eyes, and my heart
broke for them.
As we ate in silence, I studied the two females,
mother and daughter. Millie was short, skinny as a
rake handle, and her hair, brown like her mother's,
needed washing, as it hung straight down, lifeless.
The dress she was wearing was thin, and it had short
sleeves. The child kept darting looks out of the
window every time the wind gusted, and she shivered,
no doubt not wanting to go back out there.
Can't say as I blamed her. I didn't want to be
homeless on a night like that, either.
Up close and in the light, June was passable pretty.
If she had on different clothes, ate a little more,
and had her hair done, she'd be someone I'd be proud
to have on my arm.
I gave a start, and chided myself for thinking like
that. Even having those kind of thoughts started to
create movement in my underwear.
As we finished our meal, I took out my wallet, and put
the price of the meals, plus a tip, under an empty
cup. Then I pulled out a fifty, folded it, and slid
that across the table to June, who gave me a confused
look, not understanding what I had done.
"That's for your time," I told her gently. "It's
yours, and you don't have to do anything else to earn
it."
June just looked at the folded note, as if afraid to
touch it. Millie was curious, and reached out to pick
it up, obviously never having seen one before. She
held it up to the light, and said, "Sure looks real,
mom!"
***
I smiled, and got up. As I stood there, June was
scared, but not of me, of that I was sure. She had to
go back outside in the cold freezing wind, to wait for
any truckers or travellers that might turn up, and
then she'd have to sacrifice her pride and her body to
feed and clothe herself and her child.
Then as if prompted, I said to her, "June, you don't
know me, or likely trust me for that matter, but I'm
going to make you an offer. I want you and Millie to
come home with me. All I'm offering you is a bed for
the night, and no, it's not mine. You don't have to do
anything, except say yes!"
That started the tears off again, but June didn't seem
to notice them. She just looked into my eyes deeply,
probing my motives. Millie sat there, looking between
her mom and me, a serious look on her face. Then she
leaned into her mother, and whispered, "I don't wanna
go back outside again, ma! It's cold! Can we sleep in
a real bed? Please?"
June sat up straight, put her arm protectively around
Millie, and said, "If a bed is all you're offering,
mister, we accept! Nothing more, is that clear?"
I smiled, and held my hand out to her. "Nothing more,
June. You have my word!"
***
I picked up their bags, and put them into the car.
They were remarkably light. We drove back in silence,
and in a short time, Millie was asleep in the back
seat. June kept turning to check on her, and as we
pulled into the driveway, June said quietly, "Nice
house. You live here all alone?"
"Yes, I do," I replied. "I'm divorced."
I got out, and unlocked the door, and then as June
picked up her sleeping offspring, I carried their
suitcases into my room, and turned down the covers on
the bed for them. I told June I would sleep on the
couch, as that was the only room with a bed in it. She
gave me a suspicious look, but after checking the
other rooms, seeing I was telling the truth, she
believed me and nodded her thanks.
I pointed out the bathroom and toilet, and then
leaving them to it, I went into the kitchen, and put a
pot of coffee on. As I was pouring myself a cup, June
came into the kitchen, and accepted a cup.
June sat there at the table, holding the cup with both
hands, looking at me. We stared at each other for a
few minutes, then putting her cup down, she sat back,
and said, "I should be afraid of you, mister. But the
feeling I get, it's like I should know you from
somewhere. But we only just met tonight, and the
feeling I have about you, well, it's nothing bad. Why
is that?"
"God sent me to help you and Millie, June. I don't
always know His ways, but you needed help, and I
couldn't just walk away and leave you both there at
the diner."
"I don't believe in God," she muttered. "Not anymore.
Not after Freddy kicked us out. I couldn't understand
why he did that, why he decided Millie and I weren't
good enough for him anymore. I still don't know."
Then she dropped her head into her hands, and wept
bitterly. Her shoulders shook, so I got up, and put my
arms around her, holding her. June went rigid, but as
all I was doing was giving her support, she relaxed,
and then she was leaning into me, crying helplessly,
letting all her pain and hurts out as I hugged her
tight.
Finally she calmed down, and sniffing, she wiped her
eyes. Getting up, she said, "Well, Jimmy, you don't
mind me calling you Jimmy do you?" I shook my head,
and then she said, "I suppose I'd best be off to bed,
then."
June walked to the hallway door, and turning her head
toward me, she said quietly, "Thank you, Jimmy. More
than you could know. Goodnight."
***
The next morning, June and Millie took a shower
together as I got the breakfast on, and I was
gratified to hear girlish giggles come from the
bathroom. I'd shown them where the towels, soap and
shampoo were, and offered to let them stay another
night, to get their clothes washed and dried in the
machines. June declined at first, but a storm had
blown in overnight, and it looked like they weren't
going anywhere for the time being, at least a day or
two.
So she had no choice really but to accept the offer.
Millie was happy just to be out of the cold wind, and
in a warm house. I'd made a couple of phone calls
while they were in the bathroom, and as we sat at the
table enjoying breakfast, there was a knock on the
door, and Mrs Kolinsky, a rotund woman in her fifties
and our church welfare officer came in, her face
smiling and rosy from the bitter wind outside. She had
two large plastic sacks gripped in her mittened hands.
June and Millie sat at the table, looks of confusion
on their faces as Mrs Kolinsky met them, telling them
she had some clothes for them in the two plastic bags
she had with her, and when they were ready, she'd take
them into their room so that they could try them on,
and see what fitted.
June looked my way, and asked me what the hell was
going on. Mrs Kolinsky frowned at the word, 'hell,'
but she piped up, and said, "Honey, didn't he tell
you? This is our pastor, James Willoughby! He called
me up and asked if there was anything I could do to
help you and your daughter! So we in the congregation
got together, and we scrounged up what clothes and
things we could for you and your darling child!"
The look on June's face was priceless. Her jaw hung
slack, and she looked pale with surprise.
"Oh, my God!" she said. "You're a minister? Of a
church? Holy shit!"
Mrs. Kolinsky gave June a confused look, and asked
her, "Where did you think you were, dear? This house
is part of the church!"
June had to sit down at that point, and shook her
head. I grinned. I couldn't help it! I was remembering
the old man's words, "Remember this, there's no right
or wrong, just what we do to help others."
He was right.
***
Millie immediately dived into the bags, and there were
articles of feminine clothing all over the floor,
despite June crossly telling her to keep out of them.
June wasn't having much luck declining the help she
was offered. Mrs. Kolinsky wouldn't take no for an
answer. Millie squealed in joy when she found several
pairs of shoes, and promptly sat on the floor, her
legs bent at awkward angles while she tried them on,
oblivious to the fact that she wasn't wearing any
underwear. Then I remembered hearing June starting the
washing machine earlier. So that's where they went!
I got a good look at her hairless sex as she twisted
this way and that, trying on one pair of shoes after
another. Her young lips were puffy and pink, smooth
and soft-looking. My temperature went up several
notches as I gazed at her immature crevice, a thin
clitoral hood dividing it neatly down the middle at
the top, her small opening winking as she moved this
way and that. Mrs. Kolinsky and June were facing the
other way so they couldn't see what I saw, and at one
point, Millie looked up, saw where my eyes were, but
she just grinned an impish smile, and continued what
she was doing before standing up, and proudly showing
her mom the pair of black leather school shoes she'd
found. I had to say, they fitted perfectly on her.
There was another knock at the door, and Mrs Parker
came in, and she too, had a couple of bags of
clothing, and her husband Allan sheepishly poked his
head in, and told me he had some stuff out in the car
if we were ready for it. I told him to bring it in,
which he promptly did. At that point, June gave in,
and sat down, tears on her face again, overwhelmed at
the generosity directed toward her and Millie.
The two women, Mrs. Kolinsky and Parker, immediately
went to her, and wrapped her in hugs, cooing over her.
Then the women gathered the two up, and the bags of
clothing, and were shepherded down to their room for
'the fitting.' Allen and I sat at the table, and had a
coffee. Allan was grinning, and said to me, "Looks
like this morning's doings are quite a shock to your
visitors, huh, Pastor?"
I agreed. I felt good being able to help another human
being. The bible says, 'Give without the expectation
of reward.' When you give out of the goodness of your
heart, and you see the smile on the face of the
recipient, that in itself is its own kind of reward,
I've found.
***
When the ladies reappeared, they looked completely
different. Gone were the old drab worn dresses, and
now they were dressed in much better, warmer clothes.
Enough clothing had been brought to the house to give
them both a whole new wardrobe. June looked good in
jeans and shirt which showed off her trim figure, her
hair up in a ponytail with shoes and socks on her
feet. She had a slim figure, her breasts high and
firm, small like I'd figured, a B cup if I'm any
judge. When she saw me looking, she posed slightly, a
small shy smile on her face. Millie was dressed in a
blue dress that came just above her knees, with knee
socks and her new shoes. I knew that this time, she'd
be wearing panties under it. She grinned at me, as if
reading my mind, and flicked her dress up, quickly, to
show me a pair of pink cotton undies that hugged her
butt.
My God, she had a cute butt, I couldn't help thinking.
But I didn't let that thought show on my face, and
quickly looked away, before someone saw where my eyes
had been.
Just as well everyone had their attention elsewhere,
and I heard Mrs. Parker say that the next thing the
ladies needed, was somewhere to live. Millie
immediately asked, "Why can't we stay here, Mom? I
like it here, and that bed we slept in is really
comfortable!"
They all laughed, and I stayed silent. Come to think
of it, these two had only been under my roof for a
night, and we didn't know each other at all well, but
the thought of them living elsewhere gave me a wrench
in my heart. I didn't want to let them go, I realised.
Suddenly my mouth was moving, and words were coming
out of it.
***
"Why can't they stay here?" I heard myself say. "I
could use a housekeeper, and we can pay June a stipend
from the weekly offering, even if I have to be paid
less."
They were all looking at me, the silence total, and my
face flamed. The silence seemed to stretch itself out,
until Allen nodded and said, "Sounds like a good idea,
pastor! There's only one place I know of in town
that's empty, but it's going to take a lot of work to
fix it up. You know the old Peterson place, Marge?"
Margery Parker looked at her husband for a moment, and
then she said, "Of course! That old place looks like
it should have been bulldozed flat years ago! There's
no way a woman and her child could live in that rat-
trap!"
Mrs. Kolinsky nodded her head, and said, "We'll put it
to the church council, but the Pastor's idea seems a
good one! A single man, and a big house like this,
yes, I think it might work!"
Poor June, she had no chance to object, as Millie
threw her arms around my neck, almost choking me. Then
the child hugged her mom, and said, "Ray, mom, we're
staying! No more sleeping out in the cold!"
So, it was decided in church council that very
afternoon that the poor pastor, unused to the ways of
domesticity, was to have a housekeeper. So June and
Millie moved in to stay, and settled down quite nicely
into their new situation.
***
Both girls had their own rooms. The congregation once
more rallied behind them, and at the end of the day as
the beds and dressers, sheets and blankets, quilts and
curtains arrived, more of the congregation turned up
to meet them, and there was almost a carnival
atmosphere at the church that day as we got the rooms
set up. We had an impromptu thanksgiving and prayer
service to celebrate. June and Millie gained more
friends in one day than they had in their entire
lives. Invitations to lunches and dinners came thick
and fast, and June's head, she told me later, "felt
like it was gonna explode!"
Strangely, no-one seemed to put the equation of a
single man plus a single woman, with a girl-child,
living in the same house, unmarried, together. It
didn't even seem to cross anyone's mind that anything
untoward, sexually that is, could happen at any time.
It was just assumed that we'd both behave ourselves.
I really hoped I could, at least, behave myself. With
the new June walking around the house in her hip-
hugging jeans, showing off her great ass, (which
seemed to be pointing in my direction a lot!), and her
daughter, Millie, sitting provocatively, most times
open-legged when her mom wasn't looking, really put a
strain on my self-control.
Millie discovered that when her legs would open, my
eyes went immediately to the juncture of her young
thighs. I couldn't help it, no matter how hard I tried
to stop myself from doing it. She had a power over me,
and she revelled in teasing me. I would be breathless
when her skirt would ride up her legs, or she'd pull
it up deliberately, and I'd see her young sex, her
panties moulded into it, creating what I've heard
called a 'camel-toe.' June never seemed to notice.
Sometimes, just to really wind me up, in the evenings
Millie would go to the bathroom to shower, and when
she'd come back out she'd be pantie-less under her
nightdress, and flash her sweet young thing at me. Her
favourite sitting position at those times would be to
sit on the couch, and draw her legs up to her chest.
I'd have an unrestricted view of her vagina, stretched
and inviting my eyes to drink it in.
***
I hate cold showers!
***
I asked Millie time and again to stop doing that, to
stop teasing me in such a fashion, but my pleas went
in one ear and out the other. I tried to ignore her,
but that made her increase her efforts. I even
threatened once to go to her mother and tell her,
which earned me this pouty reply; "Do you really want
me to stop, Jimmy?"
Little Jezebel! No, I didn't, damn my soul to hell.
But I was an unmarried man, and lately I'd lie awake
in bed for hours, a raging erection between my legs as
I tossed and turned. If I wasn't thinking about June's
ass, I'd be thinking about Millie's crotch.
I was doomed!
Finally, after some weeks of wrestling with my
conscience, and being driven to distraction by
Millie's antics, I decided to go to June, fess up, and
ask her to have a word to Millie and get her to be a
little more demure around me. Just when I went looking
for June, Millie saw me, and in that sixth-sense way
females have, she knew immediately what I was going to
do.
So she waylaid me, and taking my hand, she sat me down
on the couch, and climbing into my lap, she told me
she was sorry for teasing me. I hugged her, kissing
the top of her head. I couldn't be angry at her. I
wanted to be, but I had come to think of her in terms
of the daughter I'd never had, and my heart was full
of love for this sweet child.
"Millie," I said to her, "when you tease me, you're
playing with my emotions, and for an unmarried man
like me, that's a dangerous thing to do. I've been
able to keep my hands to myself so far, and not do
anything to hurt you, but another man might have done
things to you that your body wouldn't be ready for."
I had her attention, and she said, "What things,
Jimmy?"
"Sex things," I told her. "You know about sex, don't
you?"
"Well, yeah, kinda," she said, a little unsure.
"That's what I'm talking about. Your body is too young
at the moment for things like that to happen to it,
and if someone tried to take advantage of what you
seem to be offering, it could really hurt you, badly.
I don't want you to be hurt, Millie. I love you too
much to let that happen to you."
Her brown eyes fixed on mine, and she said in
amazement, "You love me?"
"Yes, I do," I told her, "I love you very much!"
"Wow," she replied in astonishment. "Do you love mom,
as well?"
Without thinking about it, I said, "Yes, Millie, I
love your mom as well. Very, very much, actually."
***
Just then, there was a gasp from the doorway, and
turning our heads at the same time, Millie and I saw
June standing there. She'd been outside doing some
gardening, and she was dressed in her jeans which were
dirty around the knees, and warm flannel shirt, with a
sleeveless sheepskin-lined jacket over the top of it.
She had a scarf around her head to keep her hair out
of her eyes. Her hand was at her mouth, and she had an
undecipherable look on her face.
June blushed, and hurried to her room. Millie got off
my lap and followed her, and then I heard the bedroom
door close. I didn't know how much she'd heard of the
conversation, but I hoped it was only the last part.
I sat there on the couch, and then as I searched my
feelings I realised with a start that I DID love June.
I'd fallen in love with her! Now when did that happen,
I wondered?
***
That evening, after I'd showered and dressed, June
sent Millie to bed early. When the girl started
fussing, June put her foot down, being
uncharacteristically firm with her.
"Go to bed, NOW, young lady! I have to speak with
Jimmy alone. Now go on, scoot!"
Millie hung her head, turned away, and moments later,
we heard her bedroom door close. Then June told me to
join her on the couch, so I got up and sat at the
other end, and tried to get comfortable.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, "but I heard
what you said to Millie today."
"I thought you might have. Which part?"
"All of it. I knew she had been a tease, and I guess I
wanted to see how far she'd go with you, and what your
reaction would be, and what you would do about it."
"I'm sorry, June, I should have come to you earlier.
This is your daughter we're talking about, and things
have become a little strained." I hung my head, and
confessed to her that lately I'd been having 'impure'
thoughts about them both.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm the one that
should be sorry, Jimmy. I shouldn't have let things
get this far."
She looked me in the eye, and said, "You're a good
man, Jimmy. God knows where we would have been now, if
you hadn't come to our rescue. I want you to know
we're really grateful, Millie and I, and I do
apologise for putting you under that kind of
pressure."
Then June moved closer to me, and I could feel the
heat from her body as she sat next to me.
"Did you mean it?" she asked me, an intense look in
her eyes. "Did you really mean what you said earlier,
that you loved me?"
She'd put her hand on my thigh, and that close contact
started to give me an erection. Her nipples were
standing out from her breasts, and they drew my eyes
like magnets. Her face and the top of her chest were
flushed, and that made me breathe heavily. Now I was
really uncomfortable, but her eyes demanded an answer,
and looking deeply into those beautiful brown eyes of
hers, I said with all my heart, "Yes, June. I love
you."
***
June leaned into me, and suddenly, we were kissing. It
was a passionate kiss, wild and carefree, and then our
arms were around each other, and time stopped as we
sat there, entwined. Our tongues danced and writhed in
each other's mouths and our lips ground together as we
devoured each other, and our pulses were beating with
a frenzy.
My erection shot up into a fullness I'd never known
before, and it literally hurt as it was trapped inside
my pants. I began to move around, seeking a more
comfortable position, and I realised that I wasn't the
only one moaning with need.
Then as I moved my hand up and cupped her breast, June
broke the kiss. I moaned again, this time with
frustration. But June, looking flushed and her
breathing ragged, dropped to her knees onto the floor,
between my legs.
"Not yet, Jimmy," she managed to say, "wait!" She gave
me a wicked grin and said, "Let me relieve some
pressure!"
Then her hands were at my belt, undoing it, and with
some help from me, my pants were at my ankles, along
with my shorts. What we were doing should have filled
me with guilt, but it felt right. I couldn't have
stopped, even if I'd wanted to. My erection, freed
now, twitched in anticipation. June licked her lips,
and moving between my legs, she placed her head over
me. With one hand lifting my solid erection straight
up, she gave my turgid member a swipe with her tongue,
then placing my hardness inside her mouth, she closed
it, her tongue slowly moving around the head.
Her mouth was a little dry at first, but I could feel
the saliva build up, and then she began to move her
head slowly, up and down, up and down, over and over
again. I lay back, the feeling of her mouth a sheer
bliss.
Up until that point, I'd never had oral sex, I'd only
heard about it. Now that it was happening to me, no
words could ever give what it felt like any justice.
June kept licking me, sucking me, and swallowing the
build-up of saliva in her mouth, and soon, all too
soon, I felt the tingle in my scrotum that heralded my
pent-up release. I was panting, holding the silky
haired head that was giving me such pleasure, and
throwing my head back, I managed to groan, "June! I'm
coming!"
June was holding my erection with one hand, and
sliding the other up and down as she moved her head in
time with it. She held her head still, and increased
the strokes, and the force of them, until I couldn't
hold back any longer. Pulse after pulse of semen
erupted out of my penis with such force, I was sure I
had literally exploded into her mouth.
June swallowed everything I gave her, not letting up
until I started to go soft. Then she licked me clean,
and when I was fully deflated, she helped me put my
pants back on. Then as I sat there, incredibly tired
and sated, she snuggled up to me, and almost purred
with accomplishment.
***
Part Two
***
The next morning, I couldn't get a stupid grin off my
face.
'He' turned up, saw my face, and grinned. "It's a
start," was all he said, and then he let the matter
drop. "How's the girl coming along?" he asked me as we
walked outside.
"Fine, just fine. She's enrolled in school now. And
making friends, which is a good thing. Millie's
fitting in well here."
'Well, boy," my friend said, "she went through one
phase, and now she'll go through another. Be careful
with her feelings, okay? Remember, in every situation,
there's no right or wrong, just how we handle things!"
"Phase," I asked him, confused, "what phase?"
The old guy grimaced, and spat on the ground.
"Boy, don't you know nothin'?" Then he looked me in
the eye, and shook his head. "Nope, you don't. You got
a lot of learning to do!"
"It goes like this, boy," he told me. "Phase One was
the test. She wanted to know what kind of man you
really were, whether she could trust you, or even like
you. You passed that by providing for her and her mom.
Phase Two was the teasing. She's going through
puberty, and she wanted to know if you thought she was
attractive, pretty, not that she realised that was
what she was doing. It was a game that almost got out
of hand, until you made her see what the possible
consequences could have been."
I sat there, entranced by his knowledge of the female
mind. He looked at me, and told me, "I may not be
right, all of that was my own opinion. If you stop and
think about it, you might come up with a different
answer."
"That's the trouble," he sighed, "not many men-folks
stop and think."
"Now," he said, standing up straighter, "Phase Three.
Millie could jump two ways here. She could go through
a crush on you, because you're a hero-figure to her at
the moment. Not a dad, not yet, although she's
starting to formulate that idea. Or, she could test
you further, by pushing you to your limits, to see
what it would take to see you break, and to see what
you'll do when you do break."
The old man sighed again, and squinted as he looked
over the tree-lined empty fields and meadows behind
the church. "Or," he said quietly, "she could do both,
or none of the above."
"Choices, Jimmy. That's what sets you apart from the
animals, the ability to make choices."
Suddenly he grinned, and just then, the sun broke
through the layer of clouds, and sunlight lit up the
whole area.
"That's what I love about the female race, boy!" he
said, his happiness infectious. "You never know,
because you never know!"
***
Millie knew something was up between her mother and
me. Good lord, we must have made it so obvious, only a
blind man might have missed it.
Maybe!
We were like teenagers, standing or sitting close,
giving little touches, smiling for no real reason,
doing the goo-goo eyes at each other, that sort of
thing. Love makes you do silly things. At first,
Millie was hurt and confused, then she rebounded back
with a vengeance, and a sort of competition arose
between her and her mother, with me in the middle, as
they competed for my attentions.
It got to the stage where the harmony of the house was
starting to break down, and they began sniping at each
other.
Before that got out of hand, and they began to yell at
each other, I called them into the kitchen, and sat
them down. I was sitting opposite them, the two of
them looking uncomfortable sitting next to the other.
"Right," I said them, "hold your hands out in front of
you like this."
I held my own hands in front of me, cupped together.
June had a wry smile, and Millie looked grumpy. June
looked at Millie, and said, "Okay, I'll play!", and
did as I had asked. Millie rolled her eyes, but not
wanting to be outdone by her mother, she did the same,
huffing in exaggerated boredom.
Then I mimed gently pulling my heart out of my chest,
and put it on the table. Both were looking at my
hands, and Millie looked bewildered at what I was
doing. Then I picked up an imaginary knife, and cut
down the middle of the phantom heart. Then gently
picking up the two halves, I gave each one their half,
putting it into their cupped hands.
"Now," I said, "you both have my heart. Stop fooling
around trying to win it, as I love you both equally!"
They sat there, and looking at each other, they
grinned in embarrassment. Millie put her hands to her
chest, putting my love for her inside her own heart.
June did the same, mimicking Millie's actions. Then
they embraced, and weeping a little, they apologised
to each other, holding each other close, before
getting up and hugging me.
***
Even though I told her she didn't have to, June would
most times sit in on the Sunday services. She'd sit
right up front, Millie beside her, in their 'Sunday
best,' and whenever I would look at her, she always
had a proud look on her face. Millie not so much, but
she sat still and listened, which I was thankful for.
The next Sunday morning, as the assembly sat quietly
waiting for me to speak, my sermon for the day just
flew out of my head, and the notes I'd made were just
so many dry words. So I put the notes inside the
lectern, and standing before the crowd of believers, I
looked into each of their faces.
The expectation was palpable. "Something good is about
to happen!" I could almost hear that thought race
around the inside of the building. Then I looked at
June, and saw complete trust in her eyes. She was
holding Millie's hand, and together, they'd become my
rock, my anchor. I loved them both so much, I felt
like weeping in joy.
Then, sunlight broke through the clouds, and I could
almost feel the temperature go up a couple of degrees.
As I looked out the window, the clouds broke apart and
drifted away, leaving blue sky as far as the eye could
see.
I knew what I had to do.
***
Putting my hands to the sides of the lectern, I fixed
my gaze on my parishioners. "Ladies and gentlemen," I
began, "please look outside."
Heads craned to look out the windows, and several
faces were confused and bewildered, not seeing
anything, and wondering what they should be seeing. A
lot of them looked back at me, knowing that that
statement had a point, and were waiting for it.
"It's a beautiful day out there, and it seems such a
shame we have to be stuck inside this building, not
taking advantage of it!"
Heads nodded, and people grinned. Even the hardiest
followers would take the opportunity to play hooky if
they could.
"The Bible says, 'Choose you this day whom you will
serve,' and we all serve our God in different ways."
I looked at them, a smile on my face. Then getting
down to floor level as they sat there in their seats I
said, "Today's sermon is going to be a short one. It
consists of only just one question. Nobody knows the
answer to this question until it's asked, and each one
of us may have a different answer to it."
Now I really had their attention. The promise of a
short sermon, and then the rest of the day to
themselves galvanised the congregation. I could feel
the energy rising. Then I stepped in front of June,
and looking down at her, I shocked her by going down
on one knee, and saying, "June Alison Mayberry, will
you marry me?"
***
The entire church went dead silent. I swear no-one
even breathed. No-one wanted to miss her answer.
People stood up as quietly as they could, just so they
could see us better. June sat there in shock. Her eyes
were wide, and one hand went to her throat. She
gripped Millie's hand with the other so tightly, it
was white. But Millie had her gaze fixed on her
mother's face, and even the breeze halted its passing,
as if waiting for her to speak.
June looked at Millie, who nodded at her, speechless.
June's face scrunched up, and then tears began to
fall, and not only on her face, but on the faces of
others as well. Then June stood, and stepping up me to
hug me, pulling me to my feet, she said loudly, "Yes!"
***
The church erupted with cheers and hollers. People I
didn't see slapped me on my back, pumping my hand and
wishing me congratulations. All I saw was June's teary
face, smiling in happiness. Millie clung to her,
crying as well. Then raising my hands, I called for
quiet and order.
"Everybody!" I yelled, until the hubbub died down,
"You all have the night off! June and I have some
planning to do!"
That set off a fresh round of cheering, and still
people shook mine and my intended's hands until they
hurt. Several women promised their help to June with
the wedding preparations, and soon, we three were
alone in an empty church. It wasn't really empty,
though. There was a Presence there that shared His
love for all of us.
***
The next six months flew by so quickly. There were the
usual meetings, church and council, and the wedding
preparations to make, until finally, the Big Day
arrived. June looked radiant in her white dress,
Millie as her maid of honour. Allan Parker was my best
man. A friendship had developed between us, and he was
a solid dependable man. Everybody from the
congregation turned out, and quite a few we didn't
know were there as well.
During the part where I lifted her veil to kiss June,
out of the corner of my eye I saw the old man,
standing down the back by the front doors, grinning at
me, then our lips were touching, and all else was
forgotten, until the officiating minister, hired from
the next town, cleared his throat, making us part as
wolf whistles and cheering resounded in the church. We
grinned at each other, both of us blushing.
Millie would be staying with Allan and Margery for
time we'd be on our honeymoon. She liked Margery, and
Allan became a big brother she'd never had. She was as
comfortable at their house as she was at ours.
So climbing into the car, packed with clothing and
some wedding presents, we drove away, many people
waving us off.
***
We stayed at a resort hotel by a lake, paid for as a
gift from the owner of a local timber mill. One of his
sisters was a member of our church, on the church
council, and she'd finagled him to contribute toward
our stay there.
Actually, she'd bullied the poor man!
Our chalet was off to one side, down a wide pathway.
It was small and cosy, built in a Swiss Cabin design
that we loved immediately. We unpacked, and as we
stood there gazing at each other, I was unaccountably
nervous, and suddenly I didn't know what to do with
myself.
June smiled, and moved into my arms, which I held
around her waist. Her lower body moulded into mine,
and as her arms went around my neck, she drew my face
to hers for a kiss that lasted many minutes.
"You want to go for it now, or wait till later?" she
asked me when we stopped for breath, an impish smile
on her face.
"Huh?"
"The hot tub!" she explained. "There's a hot tub up
the hill from here. Jackie Pederson told me about it.
When she and her husband were here last, they spent a
lot of time in it!"
Jackie and Lars Pederson were two of the more 'well
off' members of the church. Nice couple, I liked them.
Then she grinned wickedly, and snuggling into me with
her hands on my chest, she whispered, "It's supposed
to be nice and private, preacher! Wanna get naughty?"
I spluttered with laughter as I held her, then letting
her go, I asked, "So where are the towels?"
***
We walked hand-in-hand up the hill, not talking, just
taking in the amazing scenery around us. There were
pine trees everywhere we looked, all around us, and
the smell of the resin carried on the breeze which
hissed and sighed through the branches, filling our
senses.
The building that the hot tub was in was shaped like a
concrete igloo. Inside, the tub was situated in the
middle, with wooden slat seats going around the
circumference of the igloo for people to put their
clothes and what-not on.
We stood there for a moment, looking around, then
placing our towels on the slat bench, we began to
undress. June was turned away from me as we disrobed,
but once we were nude, she turned around, a worried
look in her eye, as if she feared the worst as I
looked upon her. Apart from the fading stretch-marks
on her belly above her hip-bones, and some on the
underside of her breasts, she was slim, womanly, and
very desirable. Her breasts were a nice handful and
rounded, hanging slightly on her chest, the nipples a
reddy-brown colour, and becoming hard. Her stomach was
slightly rounded, and I could have spent an eternity
looking at her loveliness.
Her vagina was covered in a nest of brown hair, her
lips closed, but her clitoral hood peeked out from
them. I drew my breath in, and at first she thought
something was wrong, but the look of desire in my eyes
put her at rest, which seemed to relax and transform
her.
As June climbed into the hot tub, if I'd thought her
butt looked good in a pair of jeans, it now looked
stunning without anything to cover it. I'd never had
any type of sex that wasn't missionary, and suddenly I
had the overpowering urge to slip my rampant manhood
between her cheeks, and see it slide up her puckered
rosebud.
That thought had me hard in a second!
June was now in the water, crouched down with the
steaming liquid lapping gently above her breasts. I'd
climbed in behind her, and stood up to my waist in the
steaming water, which made my skin tingle. We gazed at
each other for a moment and dropping her eyes, she saw
my hardness. Then she stood, water cascading down her
upper body, and holding out her hands, she murmured,
"No more waiting Jimmy."
***
We moved into an embrace, kissing, our tongues
writhing, battling the other. June began to grind her
pelvis against mine, her pubic hair rasping against my
erection. She whimpered, and then she reached down to
grasp me, rubbing me, pulling on me, tugging at me,
communicating her need.
I slipped my hands down to her buttocks, rubbing them,
massaging the twin globes, my fingers slipping between
them to feel her pubic hair around her anus, and then
they dipped into the slick wet folds of her womanhood.
June slammed her hips hard against mine, becoming more
passionate. Then stepping back, her eyes glowing with
lust, she took my hand, and led me to the far edge of
the pool, on the opposite side, where there was an
underwater bench.
Sitting me down, she pulled my hips forward a little,
and climbing onto my lap facing me, she reached down,
took my tumescence in her hand, rubbed it against her
slit, and then positioned it at her opening.
"Mr Willoughby, meet Mrs Willoughby," she murmured
with a smile, her eyes locked onto mine, and then sank
slowly down onto me.
She was so hot, so wet, so snug! I could feel myself
sink into her channel, every glorious inch as it went
deeper. We clasped each other in a tight embrace, both
of us groaning with the feel of our genitals meeting
in union for the first time.
Then, when I'd bottomed out, we sat there for a
moment, and then we began to move, rocking and
thrusting, building up a rhythm that became faster
with each passing second. June threw her head back, a
guttural moan escaping her lips.
It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed a woman's
body, and I revelled in the sensations being created
as we made passionate love together. Her channel
gripped and slid on me, and I kept on saying, "I love
you, I love you," as I thrust into my beautiful wife.
June was beyond words. She got off me, surprising me
for a moment, but she knelt on the bench, her hands
gripping the edge of the pool, her ass in the air,
looking at me. She didn't have to say a word. I stood
behind her, and slipped into her doggy-style, humping
madly at her as she thrust her hips back at me. I was
in heaven, and June was feeling the same.
There was water splashing everywhere as we slammed our
bodies against each other. I was partly conscious of
moaning and groaning, she and I making disarticulated
sounds in our sexual frenzy.
Then after what seemed like an eternity, her gripping
sheath had done its work, and years of pent-up
celibacy boiled out of my member, and hotly poured
itself into her receptive body. June stiffened, and
she cried out her release, jamming her sopping sex
back at me, shuddering as her climax shook her frame.
***
When we finally exited the igloo, night had fallen,
even though the evening was still early. The stars
shone brilliantly, sharp and crystal clear as they
hung in the darkened sky.
We went to the chalet, and giggled as we groped our
way through a shower. Dressing, we made our way to the
restaurant, and our eyes saw nothing but each other
across the table, hardly ever leaving the face of the
other. To this day, I still can't remember what we ate
that first night. I neither saw it nor tasted it.
I'd never felt that depth of love for anyone before.
Rather than being scared by it, I rode with it, and it
buoyed me up and carried me along, a gloriously
comfortable ride.
But still, it got me wondering, and as June and I lay
cuddled in bed that night, sweaty and tired from the
second round of wonderful sex we'd just participated
in, she saw me looking at the tongue-in-groove pine
boards on the ceiling above our heads.
She snuggled into me, and kissing my chest, she asked
me what I was thinking about.
"Just something someone said to me once," I told her.
"You remember that old man I told you about? The one
who turns up unexpectedly?"
She gave a small nod, turning her head up to look at
me.
"He told me once, "in your rush to get wed, you
married the wrong person. Your wife, the one you
should've had, the one you didn't wait for, is now
married to someone else."
June pulled away from me, but only enough to look into
my eyes, and see my face properly.
"At the time, what he said didn't mean very much to
me, or make much sense. I was running away from my
past, from my divorce, from the shame and
embarrassment my ex-wife had caused me. I didn't know
why I'd stopped in that town."
I looked at my new wife, and said, "I do now."
I looked at June, and said, a bit quizzically, "You
know what? I get the strangest feeling that what he
said isn't true anymore. But at the same time, it is."
June sat up, her legs under her, resting on her hip.
She put a towel between her legs to soak up any semen
that was left in her, and her juices as well. She
asked me what I meant.
"What I think I mean is," I said, groping for the
right words, "she IS married to someone else now, and
that someone is ME!"
In a strange way, I was feeling like I had finally
married the woman I was supposed to.
***
June just sat there, quietly digesting what I'd told
her. Then not saying a word, she got off the bed, put
her silk kimono dressing gown on, and padded to the
kitchenette to make us a coffee. It was around three
in the morning, yet neither of us were tired enough
for sleep.
I saw June coming back with two steaming cups in her
hands. She handed me one, then sat on the end of the
bed, having to hand me her cup as she got comfortable.
I handed it back to her, and two-handed, with her head
bowed, she took a sip.
I had known this wonderful woman for long enough to
know when she was thinking, and now, she sat there, an
intense look in her eyes. Her eyes moved as the
thoughts moved through her mind. She frowned once or
twice, then after a while, June looked up, and there
was a peacefulness on her face, a calmness in her
eyes. She'd laid something to rest, and I could see it
by the way she looked at me, and by the way she sat,
more relaxed.
***
June looked at me for a moment, then said, "You know,
when I first saw you, Jimmy, you scared the living
crap outta me and Millie. With the light behind you,
it was like sasquatch stepping around the corner of
that building! I nearly messed myself, and then my
guts sank into the ground, almost making me sick,
knowing I had to give myself to you, if you'd wanted a
woman that night."
"You can't imagine what it was like for me," she said
quietly. "I'd given myself freely to men before, but
that was the first time it would have been for money.
But when you've got nowhere to live, and your baby is
hungry and got no shoes to wear in the cold, necessity
takes over, and your pride and principles become
meaningless."
She took a sip, and then said, "But when all you
wanted to do was to feed us, and get us out of the
cold wind, right then I wouldn't have cared if you'd
been an axe-murderer. I didn't have to give you my
body, and I was glad for that. It would have shamed me
something fierce if I'd had to do that!"
"Millie and I talked about you, that first night, as
we lay in your bed. There was something different
about you, but we sure didn't know what it was.
Imagine our shock when we found out you were the
pastor of a church, a minister! That was a complete
surprise!"
She chuckled. "You were a gentleman, and a gentle man.
Something about you said, 'Trust me!' We couldn't help
but do that!"
She inclined her head, and then smiled. "When those
ladies turned up during breakfast the next morning,
with those clothes and offers of help, I couldn't
believe it; I didn't want to believe it. People,
church people, just didn't do that kind of thing,
Jimmy! Not in my experience, they didn't. But you and
your people did. You all went out of your way to help
a woman and her child in their hour of need."
"Millie fell in love with you long before I did. I
didn't want to, it just happened."
A single tear ran slowly down her cheek, unnoticed. "I
kept waiting for you to fall down, for the mask to
crack, and for the real you to come out. I sure didn't
realise that I was looking at him, the real you, all
that time!"
***
"Now, back to what you were talking about. All through
my teens, I knew that my Mr Right was coming for me.
All I had to do was keep myself pure, and wait
patiently. But, when I was about eighteen or nineteen,
without warning, I suddenly felt the ground disappear
under my feet. My heart broke. And I didn't know why.
My whole world just shattered, and I felt empty, like
something precious had gone, was stolen from me."
"I left the church I grew up in, and for a few years,
I went wild. Parties, booze, men. Many men, Jimmy, one
man after another. I had a hole in my soul that
couldn't be filled by any of them! Then one day, I
woke up with a blinding hang-over, and I was repelled
by the smell coming from my body, and from the loser
sleeping next to me in a dingy motel room."
"I got out of that lifestyle, cleaned up, and got a
job. Then some months later, I met Freddy. He seemed a
good dependable solid working man, and I thought to
myself, I might as well make the best of bad
situation. He seemed to love me, and when Millie was
born, although he didn't show much interest in her, he
would care for Millie when he had to."
"That's what made what he did harder to take."
June was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, and her
robe was open below her waist, and my eyes were drawn
to the furry triangle between her legs. She saw where
my eyes were, and smiled.
"Pay attention, Jimmy," she said, in a light-hearted
manner.
"As I got to know you and you never once came onto me,
at first I thought there was something wrong with me,
but then I realised two things. First, it was your
sense of decency that kept you from touching me, and
taking advantage of Millie. Second, the feeling that
my Mr Right was coming for me returned. For months I
looked at all the single men in the church, and in the
town, but it wasn't any of them."
She put one leg onto the floor, and reached over to
put her now empty cup onto the dresser by the bed.
June looked at me, her eyes full of love. She moved
closer to me, and touched my cheek with her cupped
palm. It was warm and dry, a gentle caress.
"My Mr. Right. There he was, right there in front of
me all the time! I was astounded and confused! No
wonder being around you felt so right, Jimmy!"
"I love you, you sweet man, and I always will!"
***
I asked June what year was it she felt her world
crumble, and when she told me, I sat there stunned.
That was the same year I'd gotten married! I was
responsible for years of heart-ache and sorrow, and at
once I felt ashamed.
I apologised in every way I could think of, and you
know what? That amazing beautiful woman forgave me.
She had no right or reason to do so, but she did. June
held me in her arms as I cried in repentance, holding
me close to her breast, her head on mine, and when I
opened my eyes again, it was morning.
***
June was on top of me, riding my erection slowly. Her
warm wet channel felt snug and silky as it moved on
me, and as I came awake, I saw that she was leaning
over me, resting her weight on her hands, her breasts
and hair hanging down, rocking with her movements, her
nipples soft. I reached for her breasts, cupping them,
my thumbs rubbing her points into hardness. June
whimpered, and began to move faster, and then I was
moving too, lifting my hips to meet hers as her sex
swallowed mine.
I held her breasts tighter, but not roughly, as I felt
my climax beginning. Then we were lost in a shared
orgasm, both of us climaxing together, my groans
mixing with hers. I lay there, gasping as my seed shot
out of my stiff member into her body, pulsing and hot.
June's sheath gripped me as I ejaculated, then when
the pulses stopped; she lay on me, and held me until
my flaccid member slipped from her, a satisfied
whimper escaping her mouth.
"That's a fantastic way to start the day!" she said
sleepily.
"I agree," I replied. "We should definitely do this
more often!"
Our eyes locked, and then we were laughing. Finally,
June got off me, and invited me to shower with her.
Who was I to say no?
***
Although we had a wonderful time at the resort, we
looked forward to getting home. Millie was never far
from our thoughts, and I was wondering how the
congregation was getting on under Reverend Samuels,
the minister who'd taken over for me while we were
gone.
He was the same man who'd officiated at our wedding.
He was the nearest minister we could find, 'borrowed'
from the next town over. His was a small congregation,
and most of them followed him to our town for their
services.
David Samuels was a quiet man, married with no
children. He told me that he and his wife preferred it
that way, as they could put all their energies into
serving God and the community. I could see his eyes as
they travelled over the children of my congregation,
and I knew he missed having his own. But he'd smile,
and then the moment was over.
David and Sarah Samuels were in their late forties,
and healthy and robust. I've heard that when two
people are together for a long time, they start to
look alike. David and Sarah proved that point. They
almost looked like twins!
I mentioned that to him when I first met him and his
wife. I didn't know she was his wife, of course, I
hadn't yet been introduced to her, and so I proceeded
to put my big feet right into my mouth so far down, I
could've kicked my own ass from the inside.
I asked him where his wife was, as I thought she was
coming with him, and if his sister was helping with
the wedding plans. They both gave a start, worried
looks on their faces. Sarah had gone pale, and then it
hit me. Sarah was the wife, not the sister! Oh, my.
Did I ever feel foolish!
I apologised profusely, telling them I thought that
they were siblings, and I couldn't express how sorry I
was. They both laughed, and told me it was all right,
no harm done, I was forgiven.
***
David was an easy man to get to know. We had a few
theological discussions, and our theology was the
same, but our services were conducted a little
differently. His congregation was a tight-knit group,
and I noticed that when I met them, they hardly spoke
about themselves, but all-in-all, they were a friendly
bunch.
They were very family-oriented, and they enjoyed
hugging and kissing, their closeness giving me a pang.
I wasn't close to my own family. When I had expressed
an interest of entering the ministry, I became an
outsider, no-one understanding my decision to serve
God instead of chasing girls and joining in and
partying.
Their children had no problems joining ours, the teens
on one side, and the younger children on the other.
Once everyone had got to know each other, you'd think
they'd been brought up together the way they
interacted with each other.
The teenage girls and boys naturally gravitated toward
each other from the different churches, like they had
magnets inside them. There was a lot of flirting going
on, boys and girls both. But they were all remarkably
well-behaved, which made me sigh with relief. I really
don't like having to have adults around to guard the
children from 'temptation.'
The kids knew that we trusted them not to do anything
stupid. Well, nothing too stupid, anyway.
Oh, sure, every now and then, some teenage boy and
girl would get caught out doing something or other,
and have to have a good talking to, but the pregnancy
rate in our town was remarkably low. The girls were
more responsible than the boys, and IUD's and the Pill
more prevalent among them.
Teenage pregnancy was more of a disappointment than
anything else. It wasn't the shameful 'burn-at-the-
stake' offence it used to be. People adjusted, and got
on with their lives.
"Did you know young Lucy Walker got knocked up?"
"Yeah? How's your cows coming along? You got that
tractor fixed yet?"
That's how it was. No big deal.
***
When we got back, David and Sarah met us out on the
front lawn, arm-in-arm, smiling. David and I shook
hands, and the women hugged and kissed. Then the four
of us went inside, where David filled me in on what
had happened while we were away.
Which wasn't much.
Tina Redfern, thirteen, and Thomas Duke, fourteen, had
been surprised in the shed out back of the church
doing what every teenage kid will do when their blood
runs high. They were naked, and banging away at each
other, totally oblivious of the people calling for
them.
They'd snuck off from the evening service, and
forgetting the time, they were suddenly confronted by
several adults who went looking for them, including
their parents. David tried to stop laughing as he told
me that Tina was now under lock and key by her mother,
and Thomas was now living with relatives in another
town.
"At least," David chortled, "Thomas remembered to wear
a condom. We all saw it!"
We couldn't help it, we laughed until tears ran down
our faces.
***
Any other minister I'd known would have exploded in
righteous indignation at what had happened, but after
my divorce, and being told by the old man to "keep an
open mind, don't be kept in the rigid chains of dogma,
be flexible," something like that didn't bother me at
all. People will be people, and it's human nature to
push the boundaries.
I made a couple of phone calls to the parents
involved, managed to smooth ruffled feathers, and Tina
was allowed out again, and Thomas was allowed back
into town, but both were given a stern talking to
about underage sex, and risks of teenage pregnancy,
even though Thomas had been responsible enough to wear
a condom.
Nobody talked about it, but underage sex was prevalent
in our town. Girls as young as nine were indulging in
sex play, curiosity or conformity being the main
reasons, and two girls that I knew of through
counselling sessions had had sex at an earlier age,
one at eight, and another at seven. Both girls were
precocious, and indulged themselves as often as they
could.
It was the eight year olds father that came to me to
'confess' what was occurring under his roof. He'd
discovered his ten year old son and his daughter
indulging in full-blown penetrative sex in the girl's
room one day. His wife was out shopping, and he'd come
home early from work. Not hearing any sound, he went
looking for the children, and nearly had a heart
attack as he saw his naked children humping away at
each other.
He told me he'd blown up at seeing them like that, and
had disciplined them both, but he hadn't told his
wife, fearing her reaction. Maybe he should have, he
told me, crying pitifully on my couch in my office.
Several days after catching his children, his daughter
seduced him, and now, he was an emotional and mental
wreck.
"But she's a little girl!" you might say. How could an
eight year old girl seduce a fully grown man? It's
rare, but it does happen. Don't ask me why, or how,
but yes, I repeat, it does happen.
***
No sane red-blooded man is immune from the charms of a
young girl, when she wants that particular man, and
she sets her heart and mind on getting him.
***
The old man turned up again not long after my
counselling session with the distraught father, and we
had quite a conversation about it. I hadn't brought it
up, but the old man seemed remarkably well-informed
about the doings and going-on's in the town.
When I got over my reticence about talking about it,
he asked me what I was going to do about it. I told
him I really didn't know. Something like that was out
of my comfort zone and experience. He sat down on an
old stump, and told me to talk to the father about
sending the girl to Reverend Samuels.
When I asked him why that particular solution, he told
me that Reverend Samuels had the experience to deal
with that kind of thing. When I pressed for details,
he told me I wasn't quite ready to know yet; things
had to happen before I could grasp the knowledge of
it, and how to deal with it.
He got quite snippy when I wanted more details, and
curtly told me to mind my own business!
"James," he said, and I was surprised at that. That
was the first time he'd used my given name, instead of
the usual 'boy.' "James, some things you just have to
take on faith. Some girls, and some boys, are born
trying to make up for lost time. In another life, that
girl may have been a nun, or such like, forced into
celibacy, and hating every minute of it. Don't judge,
or make suppositions. Do what I ask, and send her to
Reverend Samuels."
***
I did. The father recovered to become his old self
again, and peace reigned in his household.
***
The girl who'd started to have sex at seven was now
fourteen, and had slowed down her predatory instincts.
She was still active sexually, but was now more
'discerning' in picking her sexual partners. She lived
with her father, her mother having left when the girl
became active with the male parent at the age of
twelve.
Strangely, the mother never went to the police or
social services about it, she just packed her bags and
left them, saying she didn't want to live under the
same roof as a 'whore-child.' Their activities were
kept discreetly quiet, the girl dating boys from
school to deflect attention elsewhere.
Neither father nor daughter was ashamed of what they
were doing, but they didn't flaunt it, either. They
were just, as far as anyone else knew a loving parent
and child, closer than the norm, and happy together
despite her known sexual proclivities.
Both were members of my flock, and sometimes, as I saw
them sitting side-by-side in the pews, for a brief
moment, I would imagine them naked, their bodies
entwined in passionate love-making. I really tried to
close my mind to those images, but only by making love
to June, could those images be temporarily erased from
my memory.
***
The father was a close friend of Allan Parker's, the
daughter a close friend of Margery's, and the two
couples spent a lot of time in the other's company.
Allan didn't mention their 'dark side,' and neither
did I. It hung there, unmentioned and ignored. I'd
gotten to know them both, the father and the daughter,
and they were a genuinely nice couple to be around.
Allan and Margery didn't talk about their past much,
only to say that they'd grew up in the same town
together, somewhere off to the east, and had eloped to
escape domineering parents. They loved each other very
much, and it showed in the way they stood or sat
together. They too, had no children, and would have a
sadness about them when they saw or played with the
kids on Sundays after services.
Margery was active in Sunday school, and Allen was a
good candidate for the ministry. I spent a lot of time
in the evenings teaching and explaining things to him.
He was very receptive, a fast learner, despite having
a certain reserve about him when he was with me.
He always looked like he wanted to tell me something,
to open up to me, but he never would, despite my
attempts to get him to do so. After a while I stopped
'nagging' him about it, and he seemed happy that I
did.
***
Nothing remains a secret for very long, no matter how
hard you try to keep that secret. Sooner or later,
somebody's going to find it out, and in this
particular occasion, that somebody was me.
I'd decided to take a trip over to Allan's place one
afternoon, as I had just gotten some bible study
literature for him by express mail, as he ran the
bible study group. I could have waited till I'd see
him next, but I was using the trip to his place as an
excuse to get away from the church for a while.
When I got to his place, the front door was open, but
no-one was home. Our town was one of those places
where you could do that, leave your door open, and
unlocked. We didn't have the big city fear of burglary
or vandalism.
So after knocking, and getting no answer, I went
inside, and put the package on his coffee table. As I
was about to leave, I noticed a thick leather-bound
photo album under some magazines, and out of
curiosity, I pulled it out and opened it.
I shouldn't have done it. It was an invasion of
privacy, I know that now, but at the time, I didn't
think, I just went ahead and opened the book and in
the process I opened a great big can of worms at the
same time. The first page had the legend, "Parker
Family Album" in bold type, and on the second page, a
list of names.
The list of names started with the grandparents, two
sets of names, then the parents, one set, and then a
list of five children's names under that. Two names
immediately stood out, Allen and Margery. I was in a
state of shock. Allen and Margery were twins! Also,
that meant they were brother and sister!
***
I felt the floor swoop under my feet. I slammed the
book shut, put it on the coffee table next to the
package I'd brought around, and stumbled out of the
house, and before I knew it, I was at home, and when
June saw my face, she immediately knew that something
was very wrong.
"What is it, Jimmy?" she asked, a worried frown on her
pretty face. "What's the matter?
My mouth was moving, but no words came out. Finally,
after sitting down, I managed to say, "I was at
Allen's place just now."
June put a cup of coffee in front of me, and I tried
to pick it up, but my hands were shaking too much to
hold it.
"Yes, that's right; you went to deliver those Bible
study notes. What happened when you got there? Are
they alright?"
"Alright!?" I yelled, and then I calmed down as much
as I was able to, "no, they're not alright! They're,
they're, oh my God, June, they're brother and sister
for Christ's sake!"
Then I told her how I'd gone inside their house and
found the photo album, and saw their names inside. I
told June how much I felt betrayed by them, how they'd
lied to me, and how they'd deceived us both. June sat
down opposite me at the table, and very quietly she
said, "They didn't deceive us, Jimmy. They just didn't
tell YOU. Millie and I knew. Margery told us."
"What!?" I bellowed. "Margery told you? When were you
going to tell me, June? Were you ever going to tell
me? Allan was my friend, dammit! He was going to be
assistant pastor of this church! Oh my God!"
I sat there, empty and hollow. A battle was raging
inside my heart, and neither side was winning. I'd
just lost my best friend, and I felt sick. I put my
head in my hands, and stared at the table, unable to
think or say anything. Just then, there was a knock at
the door, and Allan and Margery walked in.
***
"You!" I began, but June told me to sit down, as I'd
jumped to my feet. "Let them explain, Jimmy!" she
said, her eyes hard.
Just then, an image of the old man came to mind, and
as if he was standing in the room next to me, I heard
him say, clear as a bell, "Judge not lest ye be
judged, James! Let them speak!"
I unwillingly sat back down, my hands clenched on the
table in front of me. Allan, Margery and June sat at
the table as well, and we all looked at each other,
and to say that we were all uncomfortable, was a gross
understatement.
Allen looked worried, and holding Margery's hand, he
looked at me, sad and lonely all of a sudden. He
looked on the verge of crying, and his face mirrored
mine. It was like the same battle raged in his heart
that raged in mine. Things were never going to be the
same between us, and what he said to me would decide
their fate, for good or ill.
Then he took a deep breath, and said, "We're sorry
Jimmy, Pastor. I should have told you earlier, but no
matter how I tried, I just couldn't! You were such a
good man; I didn't know how you'd take knowing that
Marge and I were siblings! I tried to tell you, God
knows I tried, but I couldn't find the right words!"
He looked ready to break down, and then he pleaded,
"Forgive me, Jimmy! Forgive us, please!"
I sat there, stony faced. Margery looked at me, and
said, "Jimmy? Can I explain?"
***
I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. I
was hurting, and every word they spoke was like acid
on my raw emotions. She looked at Allan, who sat
there, head down, and then to June, who reached over
and held her free hand.
"We didn't lie to you exactly," she began. "We did
elope to escape domineering parents; only the parents
were our own. Mom and Dad, Dad especially, were hard
people, members of a fundamentalist church that was so
biblical, they'd have burned us at the stake for Allan
and I falling in love with each other."
"Even though Allan and I were siblings, we loved each
other in a special way, and being twins, Dad couldn't
understand our bond. He tried to beat it out of us,
and when that didn't work, he tried to get me married
off when I was only eleven, to an ugly farmer friend
of his. We were only children when we ran away. They
tried to find us, to bring us back, but we ran too far
for them to find us."
"We stayed with Reverend Samuels for a few years. It
was a member of his church who found us, hitching
along a dusty road, lost and hungry. He picked us up,
gave us a bed for the night, and fed us. The next day,
he took us to Reverend Samuels, and when we were of
legal age, he settled us here, and we found jobs to
support ourselves."
***
While she had been speaking, I'd calmed down enough to
drink my coffee, and it was empty before I knew it.
June got up, and fetching cups for the three of them,
she poured us all some. I looked at Allan, who still
sat there dejected, his head hanging down.
"Is that what you were trying to tell me all those
times, Allan?" I asked him.
He looked up, a hopeful look on his face. I almost
smiled, because he looked like a puppy that had been
spared a beating, instead of a grown man. He nodded
slowly, and said, "I wish I had told you earlier,
Pastor Jimmy. Things may have been different, sure,
but at least it would have been out in the open
between us. I just didn't want to hurt you. You've
been a good friend to me, my best friend, and I
haven't had a best friend before, apart from Marge,
here!"
I nodded, and said, "But what about the sex part,
Allan, Margery? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed
to sleep with each other."
Allan looked at me, and his eyes went distant. "It was
while we were on the road," he told us, "that we first
had sex, made love. We had a pair of old sleeping bags
that were for summer, and when we ran away, it was
coming onto winter. We slept in fields and under
haystacks to keep warm. One night, it was so cold,
that we ended up taking our clothes off to share our
body heat. You're not supposed to do that, but we were
kids, and we didn't know!"
"So we were lying there, shivering, and then, I got my
first erection. I tried to hide it, but it kept poking
Marge here in the belly! She was fascinated by it, and
then we forgot we were cold, and before we knew what
we were doing, we were having sex! It sure warmed us
up, all that exercise!"
***
I couldn't help myself, I laughed at the mental image
of two naked skinny kids humping under sleeping bags.
That set off the other three adults, and the mood
lightened.
He continued his tale. "Reverend Samuels caught us
going at it one night. He'd let us sleep together,
said it wouldn't do to separate brother and sister,
and I guess we must have made a bit too much noise.
Instead of hollering at us or beating us, he taught us
to be careful, and to look after ourselves to avoid
pregnancy. He told us what the possible consequences
would be, like deformed children, maybe, and we
haven't had children because of that."
"We don't make love as much as we used to, but as
everyone in town thinks we're married because we share
the same last name, we let them think that, as it was
easier than facing a lynch mob."
"So you see, Pastor Jimmy, James, I didn't know what
your reaction would be if I told you the truth. I am
so very sorry, we both are."
Allan and Margery gripped their hands, both of them
looking at me, wondering what I'd say next.
I sighed, and offering an olive branch, I said, "When
it's the four of us, Jimmy will do fine, Allan. I
apologise to you both. I shouldn't have poked my nose
into your things like that. I should have waited for
you to come to me when you were ready. This is between
the four of us; no-one else needs to know about it."
Allan took my hand, after disengaging his from his
sister's and shook it; Margery got up and hugged me.
June did the same, and I felt good, we were friends
again.
***
Part Three
***
So what if Allan and Margery were brother and sister,
and they loved each other? He was a good man, people
liked him, and he was a great bible studies teacher.
What he and Margery did in the privacy of their own
home was between them and God. We have no right to
judge anyone, or we risk the consequences of being
judged ourselves for our own iniquities.
"None are perfect, no, not one," the Good Book says.
If you think you are beyond sin, then go ahead, throw
your stones. I couldn't, and I didn't. I accepted
those two for who they were, and left it at that.
That made two couples that I knew of who were living
in an incestuous relationship. The usual church policy
would have been to tear them apart, destroy them,
humiliate them, and then crow over our own
righteousness, and then decide if we should get the
authorities involved.
I chose not to. What they were doing was by mutual
consent, and neither of the couples were forced into
doing anything against their will.
Discretion is the better part of valour. It pays to
remember that. You remember the story about the guy
who came to Jesus, and asked how many times he should
forgive his neighbour?
You get the picture.
***
And, I've just remembered something. We were having a
birthday party, just me, June, Millie, Allan, Margery,
and a couple more close friends in attendance. There
was a cake, and as I bent forward to blow out the
candles, June slipped an envelope onto the table. As
everyone clapped, I picked up the envelope, and inside
was a card, a lovely personalised card made by Millie,
just for me. When I opened it, held there inside it
with a paperclip was a fifty dollar note. I looked up
at June, and saw her eyes glowing, her head nodding.
It was the same one I'd slipped her at the diner.
Under the note were the words, 'This is for your time,
you earned it!'
It was signed by both Millie and June.
***
I knew what they meant. I still have that bill around
here somewhere.
***
Millie was budding into a beautiful young woman. She
had breasts now, about the same size as her mother's,
with the figure to match. At fourteen, she was tall,
lithe, and excelled at sports. She was popular with
the boys, but when she went out on dates, she was
careful to let them know 'no funny business!'
She'd held onto her virginity when most girls her age
were losing theirs, and I was proud of her, but not
for that reason alone. June had told me that Millie
was keeping her virginity for a special man, and to
me, that meant her future husband.
Millie had read about an old practice that the old-
time women had, and started to put together a 'hope-
chest.' She knew she was going to have children
someday, looked forward to it in fact, and so she
approached one of the ladies in the church, and begun
to learn to knit. She made a mess of it in the
beginning, frustrating her to no end, but some time
later through sheer perseverance, she had baby
blankets and tiny baby clothes of all descriptions and
colours inside her chest.
It was actually relaxing in the evenings to hear the
'click-clicking' of her needles as she sat there,
reading or talking to us, her eyes not having to watch
her hands anymore as she knitted.
***
As an aside, a few of the ladies got together, started
a knitting circle, invited Millie to join in, and
together they knitted clothes of all sizes, and sold
them over the internet, or gave some away to
charities. It was a great way of making an income, and
when the tithes had been taken out, the rest of the
money was split between them all.
***
Millie had had the sex talk with June years before,
and now, she began to ask me questions about 'boys.'
June kept her eyes down, a small smile on her face as
I tried to answer as best I could without embarrassing
myself, or her. She was quite straight-forward in her
questions, and she had no self-consciousness as she
talked about a man's anatomy, and what it did, how it
worked, and assorted subjects.
It was strange that I was the more uncomfortable of us
two when it came to talk about sex with Millie. I
couldn't believe how many times I blushed as we spoke.
Then finally taking pity on me, Millie wrapped up her
knitting, slid it into her bag beside the old armchair
she'd found, and told us she was going to bed. Giving
each of us a kiss, she lingered with mine a second
longer than normal, and I smelt the warm fragrance of
a lovely young woman.
My pants became tight as she lightly brushed her
fingertips against my cheek, but she wasn't looking at
me when she did it, so I put it down to a familiar
loving caress by a daughter for her father, or step-
father in this case.
Millie was looking at her mother, and there seemed to
an unspoken conversation going on between them. Women
have the ability to put whole sentences into just a
look, have you noticed that?
June got up, and announced that we should all go to
bed. Millie smirked, and said, "Someone wants to get
naughty!" before walking into her room, laughing
softly, her butt rolling seductively.
Someone did want to get naughty, and someone else got
naughty with her!
***
June was crying out as I pounded into her. She had her
arms wrapped around my neck and her head tucked into
my shoulder as I lay over her, my weight resting on my
forearms, her legs in the air, opened wide, and bent
at the knees. The bed was bouncing and rocking, and I
didn't care if we made a noise. Then I felt the old
familiar wave of ecstasy pour through my body, and
with an extended grunt, I poured my seed into June,
jerking as the contractions hit me. She humped her
hips back at me, welcoming my seed, almost squealing
as a huge climax ripped through her body.
When I managed to calm down, sweat pouring from me,
gasping I asked June, 'What got into you tonight?' She
just looked at me, her eyebrow up, and a smile on her
face.
"You know what I mean," I said, grinning.
"I wanted you to be nice and relaxed because I wanted
to talk to you about something, something important,"
she said as I moved off her prone body. June then
reached over, and got a towel and put it between her
legs to soak up my seed as it dribbled out of her, so
as not to lie in the 'wet spot.'
I lay on my back next to her, my arms over my head.
"So, what's this important thing you want to talk
about?" I asked her light-heartedly, my breathing
returning to normal.
June held my hand, and said, "It's about Millie."
Now she had my attention, and I got up onto my elbow
and looked at her. "What about Millie?" I asked.
June was silent for a moment, kissed my hand, then she
said, "Those questions she was asking about earlier,
about boys and sex. She's decided that she wants to
explore her sexuality, and she has someone in mind to
help her through it."
I became serious, sat up and asked, "Do I know this
fellow? Do you know who it is?"
June sat up, and looked into my eyes, a slight frown
marring her features. She took a deep breath, and
said, "Yes I do. I don't really know how I feel about
it, to tell you the truth, but Millie has her heart
set on this man, and I love her enough to trust her,
and I trust the man she wants to give her body to,
enough to know that he won't hurt her, and be gentle
with her for her first time."
"So who is it?" I asked a bit more roughly than I'd
intended to. I hated him immediately.
June looked at me, and reaching her arms out to hold
me in a tight embrace, she said, a slight catch in her
voice, "It's you, my dear. Millie wants you to be her
first!"
***
My hands had been around her waist, but they dropped
in shock. If my jaw hadn't been resting on her
shoulder, it too, would have dropped as well. I was
stunned. We parted, June looking at me worried, afraid
I'd blow up and yell, or something.
"But," I said, sitting back against the headboard, not
feeling the wood behind my back. I'd run out of words
at that point, and sat there, speechless.
"But nothing, Jimmy. I've tried to talk her out of
this, lord knows I've tried, but she has her heart set
on doing this, and we both know how stubborn she can
get about some things!"
"Come on, let's sleep on it," June said quietly, and
turned out the light.
***
Neither of us slept much that night. I lay there for
hours, turning what had been said over and over in my
mind. I tried to imagine Millie nude, her body under
mine, crying in ecstasy just as her mother did when we
made love, and shame would sweep over me as the image
became a small grinning child that I'd first met.
I tossed and turned, throwing the covers off one
minute, then pulling them back up and huffing with
frustration. I just couldn't make up my mind, and
wished I could speak with the old man, anyone, to give
me some sense of direction as to what to do about
this. I prayed and prayed, but nothing seemed to help.
Finally, exhaustion overcame me, and I slept fitfully,
waking up in the morning with a headache. As I
showered, I still had no answer. Over breakfast, both
women looked at me, not saying a word. I couldn't
speak, and avoided Millie's eyes.
Millie went to school, and I went for a walk out to
the field behind the church. As I sat on the old
stump, a voice said, "How are you this morning,
Jimmy?"
***
I looked up, and the old man was standing there,
looking as he always did in his faded denims and
scuffed boots. He sat next to me, and rolled a smoke,
handing it to me. I declined it, but he thrust it at
me, so I took it, then held it as he lit it, then he
lit his own.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"About what?" I said a little testily.
He looked askance at me, and said, "Millie. How do you
feel about her wanting you to make her a woman?"
I did blow up then. "My God!" I yelled. "Were you
listening to us talking last night? Are you some kind
of Peeping Tom pervert, or something?"
The old man sighed, and said, "I'm always listening,
Jimmy. Trouble is, most folks don't say anything worth
listening to."
He stood up, looking into the distance. Then he turned
to me, and said, "It's damn frustrating, Jimmy. 'Gimme
this, gimme that.' Bores the hell out of me!"
I sat there, my cigarette forgotten. I could hear the
Twilight Zone music in my head, and I got a little
dizzy.
Then he smiled, and my fears were laid to rest. He put
his gnarled hand on my shoulder and said, "You have to
do this, Jimmy. You were supposed to take June's
virginity, but some random asshole got it when she was
too drunk to stand up, let alone fight him off. She
was lying in a pool of her own vomit when it happened,
and she cried as he raped her. He just laughed at her,
not caring that she was too dry to accommodate him."
"Millie needs a father, and she's picked you to be
that man. If you do this, it will cement the bond
between you, between you all, June included. You have
the chance to make things right again, Jimmy."
Then he sat down again, and puffed away on his
cigarette. Mine had gone out, so he passed me the box
of matches. I lit the smoke, and drew the smoke into
my lungs before exhaling.
***
"I thought I was her father," I said a little
defensively.
"Nope, you're her step-father, big difference."
"How can that be?" I asked, confused.
"Because, nitwit, a father is always there for his,
and I say HIS, child, a step-father is just the other
guy her mother married. He's always the second choice,
never quite good enough, even if he tries really hard
to prove himself. Millie wants you to be her FATHER,
and to fulfil that requirement, you have to make love
to her, to PROVE your love for her. Don't argue with a
woman's logic, Jimmy, you'll lose!"
He shook his head, and said, "Yep, you'll always lose
THAT argument!"
I didn't want to do it, every nerve screamed at me not
to, but the more I sat there and thought about it,
turning it over in my mind, the more I came to see
that he was right. Then my nerves stopped screaming,
and calmed down. Finally, I sat up straight, and said,
"Okay, I'll do it. I'm not overjoyed about the idea,
but I only want Millie's happiness. If this makes her
happy, and she sees me as her father, then I have no
choice."
"Well," I chuckled, "of course I have a choice, and I
choose Millie's happiness!"
The old man smiled, told me to go home and tell June
about it. "She's worried sick about you two," he told
me. I was up and moving before I meant to ask him
something, but when I turned around, he was gone
again. Damn, that old man could move fast when he
wanted to!
***
June and I had a long talk that day, and when I told
her the decision I'd come to, she gave me a smile and
held my hand, and in that gesture, I knew she wasn't
sure we were doing the right thing, but she was
determined to let it happen.
When Millie got home that afternoon, I asked her how
her day had been, and she said, "Crappy," a little
dejectedly. She went straight to her room, which was
unlike her. June inclined her head in Millie's
direction, so I went to her room, and knocked on her
door.
"Come in," she said, and didn't seem happy to see me
standing there. She turned away from me, her shoulders
slumped. I went to her, and sat beside her on the bed.
Millie didn't look at me, she just sat there and
waited for me to speak.
"I've been thinking," I said, "and when your mom told
me what you wanted me to do, I didn't want to do it."
Millie spun around, and opened her mouth to say
something, a look of pain and disappointment stamped
on her face.
"No, let me finish," I told her. "At first, I was in
hell thinking about you, about making love to you, and
trying to think my way through the consequences if I
did. I couldn't make up my mind."
"Millie, I love you. I've always tried to think of you
as the daughter I've always wanted, and when June told
me you wanted me to be your first, to help you through
the transition from girl to woman, I couldn't
reconcile being a father and a lover to you. I didn't
know what to do!"
"But, I've had time to think about it, and your
happiness has always been my first priority. I don't
know where our relationship will go after this, but
I'm willing to take the chance that everything will
turn out for the best."
I put my arm around her shoulders, and drew her into
my embrace. She slumped into me, and so I said, "I've
made my choice, Millie. I only want your happiness,
and if this makes you happy, and you're absolutely
sure you want to go through with this, I'm here for
you. I'll do it."
Millie sobbed, and threw her arms around me. "Thank
you!" she cried as she hugged me tightly. "Thank you,
Jimmy, thank you!"
***
Like I said, June and I talked long and hard about the
coming Event. I wanted to really make sure she was
okay with the thought that I, her husband, was about
to make love with her daughter, mine also by default
of marriage.
June told me that at first, she hated the thought that
I was going to have sex with her daughter, and she had
been very jealous that she had to share her man with
another, even if that 'other woman' was her child.
But, she told me, she had reconciled herself to the
inevitable. She'd made the choice to share me, and had
made peace with that fact. The only thing left to do
was wait for Millie to choose the time and date.
Millie didn't jump straight into bed with me,
surprising June and I a little. She waited a whole
month before gathering her courage, and over dinner
one night, she looked us both in the eye, and told us
she was ready.
Both June and I went still, waiting for her to
continue.
"My birthday is in a week, and I want us to do it
then." Millie looked at me, then at June, looking a
little apprehensive. June nodded, and said, "That's
fine, dear. I'll help you to get ready for it, if you
want me to."
Millie nodded, and returned to her meal, her head
down, as if concentrating on the food in front of her.
But I could see she was nervous, so I started to talk
about her birthday, and asked her what she wanted.
Millie looked up, and then she was off and running,
telling me what she wanted, and the list got longer as
she kept talking, until finally she exploded in mirth
as I began to splutter at the outrageous things she
was wanting.
For example, a stretch limo and a summer holiday at
St. Moritz? Not on what I got paid, thank you very
much!
***
Millie had gotten into the habit when she turned
thirteen of wearing a short night dress or tee shirts
and panties around the house in the evenings. When we
had visitors, she'd go into her room, and leave us
adults to whatever it was we were doing.
I watched as her legs got longer and sleeker, admiring
her boobs as they went from little bumps to cones, to
ripe firm young breasts. Her butt always had a cute
wiggle when she walked, and it seemed to exaggerate
when it was just us in the house.
Millie had always worn a bra under her shirt, but in
the last month after announcing she was ready for sex,
she left it off, and I couldn't help notice the way
the sweet young globes swung and swayed under the thin
cloth of her tee shirt, her nipples hard and poking
out as my eyes feasted on her body. She'd gotten into
the habit also of sitting on the couch with her knees
up against her chest, and she'd taken to wearing the
sheerest panties she could find.
Millie's vagina was no longer hairless. It had a light
brown covering of trimmed hair across the top of it.
Her lips were full and pink, her clitoral hood more
puffy and noticeable. When Millie 'caught' me looking
at her sex, she'd grin, knowing full well that I
remembered her as a nine year old tease, who drove me
up the wall doing exactly what she was doing now.
Only, the rules had changed, and her body was ready
for me now.
I had the feeling she was preparing the three of us
for the Event, and I also think that June was feeling
a little left out, so both mother and daughter would
parade around in skimpy outfits that had me horny and
rampant all the time.
I watched as they made a competition out of it, seeing
who could tease me the most, and a couple of times, I
couldn't stand it any longer, and got up, grabbed
June's hand, and literally towed her to into the
bedroom amid squeals from her, and hoots of laughter
from Millie. I threw June onto the bed and ravished
her.
Not that she ever complained!
***
Millie's fifteenth birthday was a riot as her young
friends invaded the house. There was cake, the usual
presents, and girlish chatter, giggles and laughter
all afternoon. June and I stayed in the background, as
this was Millie's day, and we watched as she
thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Finally, though, everyone went home in the late
afternoon, happy and full of food and good times. Then
as we were cleaning up, Millie came to my arms, and
hugged me, staying in my arms for the longest time.
Her head was on my chest, her hands lightly rubbing my
back.
June moved about, cleaning up, putting the dishes into
the sink, and darting glances our way. We both knew it
wouldn't be long now, and the Event was going to
happen. My stomach had been full of butterflies all
day, knowing the birthday party was just the prelude
to a more intimate 'party' happening later on.
When the house was finally tidy and everything put
away, June announced she was going to spend the night
at a friend's place, leaving us alone, and then Millie
floored us when she said that she wanted June to stay.
"Please, mom, I need you here. I want you to watch
over me, to make sure I'm doing things right."
"Are you sure, honey?" June asked, flabbergasted by
Millie's request.
"Yes. Yes, I am. I know this is really between Jimmy
and me, but it wouldn't feel right if you weren't
here. I can't explain it, mom! You have to be here!"
June looked at me, indecision on her face. I was out
of my depth as well, so all I could do was shrug my
shoulders.
"Well okay, if that's what you want," she said. She
put her overnight bag down on the floor, and moving to
the kitchen sink, she put the kettle on, and said,
"I'll call, Helen, and tell her something's come up,"
darting a glance at my crotch, which made Millie
giggle, then blush redly. "We might as well make
ourselves comfortable!"
***
We sat in the living room, quietly talking about
everything but the coming night. Millie sat curled up
in my lap, and as I held her there, she took my hands
and got me to feel her body. I was a little shy, we
both were, but after a while, I was touching her
breasts, gently squeezing them, and running my hands
up and down her back and legs, still encased in her
clothes.
Millie's breathing became deeper, and she'd give
little moans as my fingers, which had dipped into her
shirt, rolled and felt her nipples, hard as pebbles
inside her bra. June sat beside us, her arm around my
shoulders, and then we were kissing. Millie felt left
out, and then I was taking turns kissing them both.
Millie's lips were soft and her breath sweet.
Millie had been on dates before, and more than likely
practiced her kissing with her dates. Her kisses were
light and shy to begin with, but as her hormones began
to rage in her body, they became more insistent, more
aggressive, her hand behind my head as she forced my
lips to hers.
Soon, she was lying back in my arms, my hand gripping
her breast, which she thrust into my hand, by
expanding her chest and raising her body up. June
wasn't immune to what was happening, and hearing a
zipper, I broke the kiss long enough to see my wife
wiggling her hips to take her jeans off.
Millie saw her mom doing that, and then we were all
standing, our clothes coming off.
***
When we were all nude, we stood there, looking at each
other's bodies. Millie had a fuller figure than her
mom, full of youth and vitality. Her body was curved
and lush, her breasts full and round, her nipples
hard. Her stomach was flat, her pudenda slightly
raised and lightly covered with pubic hair. Her
arousal was noticeable, the aroma sweet and heady. She
was panting, her eyes glittering.
Her legs were long and slim, firm and athletic. She
turned slightly, and her butt was firm and nicely
rounded. She was as sleek and graceful, and seeing her
there, my manhood began to grow, rising up to poke in
her direction.
She took a deep breath, her eyes wide as she looked at
the previously unseen part of me. June's face flushed
as she, too, gazed at my tumescence, and breathless,
she took my hand, as I took Millie's, and wordlessly
we went to our room.
It was time.
***
When we got into the bedroom, June let my hand go, and
moved into my arms, embracing me. She kissed me, a
deep hard kiss, then she stepped back, her eyes
searching mine, looking for I don't know what. Then
she gently turned me toward Millie, who had become
nervous and, stepping over to sit on the bed on 'her'
side, she watched us.
Millie stood there, darting nervous glances at the
bed, her mother, and me. I wondered if she was about
to change her mind, but then she walked to the bed,
still holding my hand, which was becoming slick with
sweat.
I was as nervous as she was. The last time I had made
love to a teenaged girl, it had been my ex-wife. But
that was under the sanctity of marriage, she'd been a
little older.
My erection had softened, but I was still half-hard.
As Millie lay on the bed, her breasts parting a
little, I ran my gaze down her body, to her delicious
breasts, her flat stomach, her slightly raised
pudenda, her pubic hair, and her puffy and pinkly-red
vaginal lips. My erection returned, I was fully hard
again. June slid down to recline on the bed, not sure
what to do. That made two of us.
***
Of course I knew what to do! But you have to remember,
this was an unusual situation to be in. For a start,
there were three of us there on that bed, all nude.
One woman was my wife, and the other was our daughter.
As far as I knew, neither woman had ever had an
intimate encounter with a person of the same sex. So
this was a first for all three of us. You could have
cut the tension with a knife.
Millie lay there between us, so I leaned down to kiss
her. As our lips touched, she put her arms around me,
drawing me closer to her. I put my hand on her breast,
which made her whimper, and then she was kissing me
harder, her hips gyrating, lifting off the bed, her
legs twitching open.
Millie broke the kiss, her face flushed, her breathing
ragged. Turning her head to June, she said, "Mom?
What, I mean," but June took her hand, and said,
"Hush, baby, you're doing just fine."
Then June took my hand, and placed it at the juncture
of Millie's thighs, my palm on her pubic mound, my
fingers resting on her vaginal lips, moist with her
juices. I took over from there, and slid my middle
finger down to Millie's anus, rubbing her there for a
moment, which made her suck in her breath and her eyes
widen.
Then I drew my finger up to her opening, and rubbed
her there, gently, insistently, my thumb massaging her
clitoral hood. Millie became wet, her juices copious,
flooding the room with the aroma of her arousal.
She was now wet enough for my finger to enter her. Her
entrance allowed my finger to enter to the first
knuckle, so I gently pumped it in and out slowly,
getting her used to the feel of it. Then when her hips
began to move in concert with the movements of my
finger, I went deeper, a bit at a time.
"Oh, God, that feels so good, Jimmy!" Millie moaned.
Her head was back, and turned to the side. Her eyes
were closed, and she had a smile on her face. Then
opening her eyes, she looked at me, and with a grin,
she said, "It feels better than when I do it!"
Millie blushed and giggled, and June and I shared a
look. We had engaged in mutual masturbation before
we'd gotten married, pleasuring ourselves, and each
other.
I smiled at her, and told her I was glad, but
something better was about to happen. The young girl
raised her eyebrows, so I dipped my head, and ran my
tongue over the hard point of her nipple.
Millie lunged off the bed, her back leaving it before
she flopped down, gasping in wonder. Then I began to
suck gently, slowly, alternating from one breast to
the other, my fingers in her special place, rubbing
her inner and outer lips and penetrating her until I
could feel the tight ring of her hymen.
Millie was giving small cries now, her head tossing to
and fro. June must have decided she'd had enough of
watching, because she dipped her head and sucked on
one nipple while I sucked on the other. Millie was the
most surprised. She raised her head, looked down to
see her mother lavishing attention on her teenaged
breast.
"Mom?" she said, amazed.
Then she surrendered to the feeling of both parents
pleasuring her chest, and dropped her head back down
with a glorious groan.
***
I left June to suck and lick Millie's breast, kissing
my way down her body. When I reached her mound, I took
my hand from her sex, making her groan with
disappointment, but moving between her legs, I dipped
my head, and licked her wet and sopping crevice.
Millie yelped and bucked in surprise when I did that.
"Holy cow, Jimmy!" she gasped. "That was great!"
I held her butt in my palms, licking her up and down,
all around her sex, sucking and licking her clit,
kissing and tracing lines on her thighs with my
tongue. Millie was shaking and shuddering in delicious
delight, her hips rocking and turning this way and
that, her pudenda bouncing under my mouth.
June had now dipped her hand between her thighs,
rubbing her own sex hard and fast. I heard the
squelching noises she made as she masturbated
furiously. She had now taken her mouth off Millie's
breasts, and was kissing her daughter passionately.
My temperature had raised to a level where the sight
of mother and daughter kissing made me want to slide
up Millie's body and enter her warm wet crevice, and
pump away until I shot my seed deep within her.
With one arm around her mother's neck, locking her in
place, still kissing passionately, her other hand
reached down and grabbed me by the hair, and then
Millie shook as though a hurricane was tearing her
body apart. She screamed into her mother's mouth as a
massive climax tore through her.
Millie relaxed when the shaking became twitches,
loosening her grip on her mother's neck, and my hair.
The girl stroked my head, murmuring, "Sorry!' before
relaxing completely, totally spent.
***
I moved up her body to lie next to her, her juices
still covering my lips and chin. June leaned over and
kissed me, and then giving a surprised 'mmm!' she
licked my face clean.
June looked down at Millie, narrowed her eyes, then
said, "MY turn!"
Millie's brows shot up, and as she opened her mouth to
speak, she instead groaned and threw her head back as
her mother dived between her thighs, and began to lick
and kiss her wet musky centre.
June gave a few tentative licks and kisses to begin
with, and then she began to lick Mille with a
vengeance. She gripped her daughter's thighs; her
mouth locked onto Millie's slit like a leech. I could
see her jaws working, as she opened her mouth as wide
as she could, and I knew that her tongue was
penetrating Millie's centre as deep as it could go.
It wasn't long before the teen was bouncing and
gyrating on the bed again, her moans rising in pitch
as her mother drove her to orgasm. Then Millie sat up,
pushing her mother's head away, her eye wide, her hand
between her legs, keening in climax.
***
Millie lay gasping on the bed, little shudders
rippling through her body. She weakly touched my
chest, and said, "Now, Jimmy, please make love to me
now."
I moved between her legs, and June held my tumescence,
sliding the head up and down the wet sopping slit of
the languid teen under me. Then positioning me at the
opening, I applied pressure, sliding into her body, as
slowly, and as gently as I could.
Millie gasped, and bucked with an OWW! as I went past
her maidenhead. I stopped, feeling only a slight
squeeze as I broke through her barrier. Millie gasped
for a moment, and then when her breathing got under
control, she touched my chest, and told me it was
alright.
June and I looked down at where our bodies were
joined, and as I slid out a little, there was a smear
of red on my shaft. Then with each successful lunge
into the teenaged girl, I penetrated deeper, until at
last we were joined completely.
***
June held one of Millie's legs up and away from her
body, so she got the idea, and both of her legs were
open, bent at the knees, allowing me total and
complete access to her body. I began to slide into
her, withdrawing almost out and then sliding deep into
her again.
We built up a rhythm, rocking and thrusting against
each other. Millie began to make little disarticulated
noises, sounding just like her mother when she was in
the throes of orgasm. Then Millie reached up, wrapped
her arms around my neck, and pulled me onto her as she
thumped her hips into mine, her vagina clenching and
squeezing me as she rode her climax.
That set me off, and my hips thumped hers in return.
Then we both froze in place, Millie keening her
release, and me groaning out mine, my seed pumping and
spurting into her receptive body.
Then weakly, I rolled off my daughter, and she
snuggled into me, smiling happily, her leg going over
mine as she moulded herself against me.
She kissed my chest, and sleepily said, "Thank you,
Daddy."
***
Part Four.
***
I awoke during the night with a very insistent
erection. I could literally feel the thing throb
between my legs as I lay there. The three of us were
all lying on our left sides, spooning against each
other. I had my arm over June's waist, and Millie had
hers over mine. My erection was between June's ass-
cheeks, and as I gave a push, I found her sex to be
wet and slippery. I rubbed myself against her, and she
gave a muffled sleepy moan into her pillow.
My rubbing manhood had spread her juices, and so I
gave my hips a push, finding an obstruction to my
efforts. So I gave a firmer push, and June groaned as
I entered her. She was tighter than normal, and then
it entered my sleepy brain that instead of her vagina,
I had penetrated her anus!
That seemed to inflame my desires, and I began to
slide back and forth, going deeper with every thrust,
until because of the angle we were laying, I couldn't
go any deeper. Her anus was hot and tight around my
member, and I could feel her muscles clenching my
shaft.
I reached my plateau quickly and holding June tightly,
I rolled her onto her stomach. I rested a moment,
during which time June came partly awake. She clenched
her butt cheeks, and murmured, "Oh. That's different."
I said nothing, but continued to move in her. She
began to push back, her arms under her pillow, her
head turned to one side. We rocked gently together for
a few minutes, then I felt my climax approaching.
"June," I whispered, "I'm going to come."
"Not there," she whispered back to me. "Inside, I want
you to come inside me."
She gave a small groan none-the- less as I pulled out
of her tight sphincter, and sighed as I slid home into
her vagina. We picked up our rhythm again, then my
climax returned, and then I was groaning as my seed
pulsed out of me into her waiting channel.
June moaned contentedly, but sighing in disappointment
as I slid out of her. I lay beside her again, and
wrapping my arms around her, I drifted off the sleep.
***
One of the results of that night was a pregnancy.
No, not Millie, it was June who'd conceived! We had to
wait a while to really confirm her new status, but
when, one morning when we were having coffee in bed
that Millie had brought us, June went pale, muttered
'uh-oh!,' and raced to the bathroom, where all decorum
was thrown aside and she unceremoniously threw up-
loudly!-into the toilet bowl.
She came back into the room after washing her face,
pulled on her kimono, and sitting down on the end of
the bed, she gave me a deadpan look, and said, "Good
morning, Daddy!" It took me all of three seconds
before I got what she said. Then calling to Millie, I
jumped out of bed and hugged June tightly. Millie came
in to see what the fuss was about, and when told the
news, she cried, hugging June as well.
Pregnancy was nothing new to my wife, but Millie would
sit for ages gazing at June's midriff. June told her
that nothing was going to show for another couple of
months, but Millie said, "I know, mom, I was wondering
what was happening in there!"
"Do we really need to go through that again, Millie?"
June asked her exasperated.
Millie just gave her a blank look, then went back to
her knitting, and pretended to ignore her mother. Now
that June was expecting, our daughter decided that her
new sister was going to have a complete wardrobe.
Millie was convinced the baby was a girl, no matter
how many times we tried to tell her it could be a boy.
It was really far too early to tell yet, only in the
beginning stages of the first trimester, but nothing
could dissuade Millie from her belief that the child
was, is going to be, had to be, a girl!
***
Another result of that night was that Millie was now
joining in our lovemaking. Our daughter wanted to
learn everything she could from us, so she and June
came to an understanding, namely that June and I would
still have our times alone together, but by
arrangement Millie could join in, and have her time
with me.
It was a wonder that I had the energy to do any work
the next day after a night with those two!
Still another result was that June was exploring her
bisexual side. When Millie and I would be making love,
June would kiss and fondle her daughter, who welcomed
her stroking hands and warm lips. June confessed to me
that during her teenage years, she'd had a crush on
another girl in her church who was bisexual as well,
and sometimes during sleepovers, they would 'play'
together, exploring each other's bodies, and indulge
in mutual masturbatory sessions under the covers late
at night.
No-one knew that the two girls explored their
sexuality, as the scandal would ruin both theirs and
their families lives. The affair, if you could call it
that, ended when June went off the rails and left the
church.
June told me sadly that the other girl, a bright
cheerful person, had to leave the church and her
parents place after her father caught her one night
while she was between the thighs of her latest
paramour. Seems the other girl was a screamer, and
almost bought the house down when she orgasmed too
loudly. Her father hit the roof, and amid
recriminations, threw them both out of the house.
June had kept in contact sporadically with her, and
the girl, now a woman with a child, lived a couple of
hundred miles away, but not doing too well where she
was. Although she had degrees in sociology and
psychology, she was unemployed, and being taken care
of by the small church where she fellowshipped. June
asked me if she could write her friend, and invite
them for a weekend.
***
I agreed, so June sent off a letter with the
invitation. She received a reply a couple of weeks
later, and one Friday, about midday, a woman and a
young girl, about eleven years old, was standing on
our doorstep with a suitcase, looking uncomfortable.
She was stiff and formal when greeted by June and I.
Millie was friendly, and took the child under her wing
while the adults talked. The woman's name was Alice
Thornton, thirty-three, and the child's name was June
Juliana, making my June almost cry.
I did my best to make Alice and young June, "please,
call her JJ, she responds better to that," comfortable
and at ease, which sure took a while!
We chatted for a while, getting to know each other,
and the ladies talked, sitting side-by-side, catching
up. I sat back, and studied the woman as she slowly
unwound from her trip, and became comfortable around
us. I could see the accumulated tension slowly leech
from Alice's body as she relaxed.
Then one of them said something I missed, and
suddenly, Alice was in June's arms, clutching her
tightly and crying, great wracking sobs of sadness. I
shot an enquiring look at June, but she just shook her
head. She'd tell me later. I got up, left them to it,
and went back to my office.
Sometime later, I felt the need to empty my bladder,
and walked into the bathroom. There was a squeak of
surprise, and Alice stood there, nude and waiting for
the shower to heat up. I smiled, not looking at Alice
who stood there, watching me closely with a towel held
tightly to her body.
I went to the cabinet, extracted a key, and going to
the door, I inserted it into the lock, and apologised
for barging in on her. I said without turning around,
"I'm really sorry, Alice. I honestly didn't know you
were in here. I'll be more careful next time, and
knock first if I see the door closed. Enjoy your
shower!"
I went out, closing the door behind me, and heard the
key turn in the lock.
***
I went to the kitchen, my bladder settled down, and
while I was making a sandwich to snack on, Millie and
JJ came in, going to the fridge to get a cold drink.
JJ was talking to Millie when they'd come in the door,
but as soon as she saw me standing there, she went
silent. She avoided going anywhere near me, her head
down.
I greeted the girls, noticing Millie studying the
younger girl, a frown on her forehead. I left them
there, and went into the church building to relieve
some uncomfortable pressure.
It was during dinner that first night that an idea
came to me. A family was moving away from town, and
their house would be empty in a couple of weeks. As
Alice had degrees in sociology and psychology, and a
'christian', we could use her. There was an opening
for a church counsellor, and so far we didn't have
anyone qualified enough to fill that vacancy.
The more I ran the idea through my mind, the more it
made sense, so a bit tentatively I put the idea
forward. Alice sat there frozen, a forkful of food
almost to her mouth, surprised and shocked. I told her
that she and JJ could stay with us in the spare room
until the house became available.
Alice put her fork down, her face scrunched up, trying
not to cry. She looked at June, who nodded
enthusiastically, Millie was beaming in agreement, and
JJ just sat there, her eyes boring into me, sceptical,
trying to guess what my angle was.
***
Later that evening, I told Alice that if she agreed,
and took the job, she would not only be a fantastic
asset, but she would also take a greater part of my
workload off my shoulders.
"Alice," I said, "we need you here. My time with June
and Millie is precious, and if you take this position,
we would have a greater amount of time in the evenings
to spend together. Our church is a good one; we have a
great congregation, and, although some of them have
their own exclusive individual problems, you'll get to
hear some amazing things, believe me."
"Plus," I told her smiling, "you'd get to see and be
with June all you wanted to!" I laughed, and said
playfully, "You might even get to be sick of the sight
of each other!"
Alice sat on the couch, June one side of her, JJ the
other, and she clutched their hands in hers. She
couldn't believe what was happening, she didn't want
to. Finally, after all those years of pain, heartache,
and struggle, she had a chance to be someone again, a
real person, independent and free of worry.
Alice was speechless. June raised Alice's hand to her
lips, kissed it, and rubbed it. JJ looked at her mom,
and for the first time since she'd walked in the door,
she spoke out loud in my hearing.
"Mom? Does this mean we don't have to live with those
other people? We'd have a house of our own?"
***
We sat up late that night, June and Millie persuading
Alice to agree, JJ chiming in wanting to know all
about the new house, and it was good to see the
excitement in her eyes for a change. I sat back, only
speaking when a question was directed my way,
otherwise silent, waiting patiently for the stunned
woman to agree. Of course she would. I could see it in
her eyes, the way she sat up straighter.
Then Alice spoke. "We don't have much, JJ and I, but
how will we get it here?"
I told her that one of the church members had a truck,
and we could gas it up and transport everything here
within the day. If we left early, and took a couple of
hefty guys and their wives with us, we could get
everything packed and shipped back before dark.
"We don't need a truck," she murmured, "a van would
hold everything we own. Like I said, there isn't
much."
"What about beds and things?" Millie asked, and Alice
dropped her head. "We sleep on a mattress on the
floor, and we don't own it," she said. Then she
whispered, "We don't have any privacy. I sure miss
that."
June told her not to worry; they would have everything
they needed when they moved into the new house.
Alice looked up, and tears were dripping off her jaw
as she looked first to me, then to June, lastly to JJ,
who had teared up as well. She nodded, and said,
"We'll do it!"
***
So the next day we picked up a van, gassed it, and we
were off. June drove the van with Alice and JJ as
passengers, while Millie and I, along with a couple of
volunteers, teenagers who were church members and
friends of Millie's, rode shotgun in my car.
When we got to the house where Alice had stayed in, a
place that screamed 'dump,' filthy and smelling bad,
of greasy fried food, and other more undesirable
fragrances that assaulted our nostrils. We were
greeted at the door by a fat man, his singlet spotted
with old food, who leered at the women as they packed
up what little Alice and JJ had. They weren't kidding.
Altogether, it didn't even fill up half the van.
No-one spoke, as they didn't want to open their mouths
to breathe in the rank odours that hung in the air.
The air outside was sweet to breathe after being
inside the building.
Before we left, the fat greasy man stood in front of
Alice, and with a sneer, held out his hand and said,
"Money!"
Alice stood there, and with a frown, she asked "what
money?"
"Rent!" he gloated. "You owe me rent! I want it now,
if you don't pay, I'll call the cops!"
"But I've paid your rent, damn you!" she growled at
him, her face flaming.
"Not in money!" he sniggered. "I want cash, and I want
it now! Maybe you can get your new squeeze," he darted
a look at me, "to give you some!"
Alice set her jaw, and before she could speak, I said,
"Sir, my name is Pastor James Willoughby, and I am NOT
this woman's 'squeeze'! I have some influential
friends in law enforcement, and I'm sure they'd be
interested to know about your practices here. Let's
give them a call, shall we?"
I took out my cell phone, and held it up for him to
see. The smirk slid off his face and with a snarl, he
turned and went back into the building, slamming the
door behind him. Alice was sobbing in shame, but we
stood there a moment hugging her, a solid ring of love
around her, before climbing into our vehicles and
drove off, never to return.
***
The first thing we did was get JJ enrolled in school.
She'd missed out on some learning, her mother unable
to afford to put her into any of the schools where
they'd been. When Alice voiced concerns over payment,
she was told by June and myself not to worry about it.
The church welfare fund picked up the tab for that.
The women sorted through everything that Alice had
brought back with her, and most of it went into the
trash. June made a phone call, and Alice went through
exactly what June went through when I made a phone
call. The poor woman almost had hysterics when clothes
and shoes and other assorted items were produced for
her and JJ to sort through. JJ spent the rest of the
day in a stunned fog.
It also didn't take June and Alice long to get
'reacquainted' with each other. One afternoon, I was
looking for staples, and wandered into the lounge.
June was on her knees with her head between Alice's
thighs, her hands clenching Alice's butt, her tongue
very busy making the other woman feel good by
thrashing her clit and slurping on her vagina.
Alice's flower print dress was rucked up around her
waist, her legs up and held there by her hands under
her knees, and her black panties were hanging off one
ankle. Her pubic hair was dark and thick, and the
aroma of her juices hung in the air like incense.
Alice was close to orgasm, and as it hit her, her legs
came up higher and opened wider. She opened her eyes
and threw her head back panting for air, as the climax
crashed through her, and then she saw me standing
there watching them.
Alice's legs slapped shut, and rolling onto her side,
she cried, "Oh my god! Pastor Willoughby! Oh shit! Oh
shit! Please, god, not again!"
June just knelt there, her hands resting on her
thighs, her chin glistening, and a smug smile on her
face. Her eyes were dreamy, and she said, "Yes, dear?
What have you lost now?"
"Staples," I said, and June sighed.
"Darling, your desk, second drawer down on the right!
It's the one marked, "Office Supplies!"
I kissed her deeply, inhaling the smell of female
arousal, and tasting Alice on her mouth.
"Mmmm!" I murmured, and went back to the office, but
before I left, I said, "Hello, Alice!"
She lay on her side, shock making her eyes wide and
her mouth drop open. As I went out the door, June
said, "I told you he wasn't like other ministers we've
known!"
Alice said in wonder, "Why the hell don't I ever
listen to you, Juney? You ain't kidding!"
Then she giggled, and said in a naughty voice, "Now,
where were we? Your turn, I think!"
***
In the first week that Alice and JJ stayed with us, we
were sitting in the lounge, Millie knitting as usual,
JJ watching her as she sat cross-legged on the floor
next to her chair, looking almost hypnotised by the
whirring clicking needles.
June was reading a book, I was doing something on my
laptop, and Alice was in the kitchen doing some
baking. As soon as she was told she had the run of the
place, she immediately pulled out all the ingredients
for cookies, and then she was away in her own world.
When Alice had put a tray of cookie balls into the
oven, she came to sit on the couch beside June, and as
she sipped her coffee, her eyes closed inhaling the
aroma, there was a noise outside, something far away.
Alice jumped, and some coffee spilled on her dress.
She stood up, almost spilling some more, a panicked
look on her face.
"What's the matter, hon?" June asked her, and then
Alice looked around, breathing fast. Then seeing us
all looking at her curiously, JJ's eyes looking
serious and older than her tender years, she sat back
down, and putting her coffee down, she took a deep
breath and said, "I keep expecting that monster to
walk in the door."
June put her hand on her friend's arm, and said
softly, "You're safe here, hon. He's not going to
bother you again."
JJ got up, and walking over to her mom, she sat next
to her and put her arm around her, cuddling in,
lifting her legs and tucking them under herself in
that purely feminine way. Alice put her arm around her
daughter, and put her cheek on her head.
***
"It's not easy to get used to the fact we have our own
room, and people showing us respect and giving us our
privacy. After so long of having to put up with that
foul man and his disgusting habits, it's good to
finally be with real people!"
June put her book down, and slipping her arm into
Alice's, she said, "Do you want to talk about it?
You'll feel better if you get it off your chest. You
and JJ are amongst friends, and anything you tell us
will be in confidence, I promise you that."
Alice looked at us, and both Millie and I nodded our
agreement. She took a deep breath and kissing JJ on
the head, and nuzzling her hair, she said, "We were
homeless and desperate. The church we went to, they
were a poor church, and the only place available was
that disgusting hole we had to stay at. At first, it
was temporary, but because we had nowhere else to
stay, and then the welfare checks stopped, we had no
money to pay the rent. That son-of-a-bitch who owned
the building told me that he had a proposition for me.
I could either do him 'favours' in exchange for the
rent, or he'd kick us out."
"I didn't want to, Lord knows, I'd rather starve
first, but thinking of JJ, I couldn't see her out on
the street. I agreed, I knew I had no choice. It began
with oral sex, and he never bathed regularly! It was a
foul experience for me. The first time he had sex with
me, I wanted to scream in horror as he humped at me
and grunted. Afterwards, I felt so dirty! I almost
scrubbed myself raw, trying to get his smell off me."
Tears began to slowly track down her cheeks, and JJ
snuggled into her closer.
"He didn't bother sending JJ into another room; he
made her watch as he humiliated her mother. One day,
he gave me a choice. He wanted me to submit to have
anal sex with him. As if I wasn't humiliated enough!
If I didn't agree, he would take JJ instead. I
screamed and yelled at him. I wanted to rip him apart
for suggesting such a thing! No way was I going to let
him do that to my child!"
***
June took her friend into her arms as Alice broke
down, sobbing. JJ was crying silently, her eyes never
leaving her mother's face. After some minutes, Alice
calmed down, and sniffed, then sat up straighter.
"I used to keep the place clean, but then one day, I
looked around, and just gave up. No matter how many
times I cleaned, the mess would return. I just didn't
care anymore; I thought I had nothing to live for. The
only escape was in sleep, but at night, that animal
would wake me up, and roughly penetrate me, he didn't
care which part of my body it was that he shot himself
into!"
Then the horror of her situation cleared from her
eyes, and she said a bit more calmly, "When I got your
letter asking us to come and stay for a weekend, I had
enough money for a one-way ticket saved up. If it had
just been me, it would have been a return I suppose,
but having JJ with me, I vowed never to return. I
would rather see us both starve and die out there
before returning to that hell on earth!"
***
"This is the first time in a long time I've felt human
again! Oh, god, to be around 'normal' people!"
Alice smiled, and looked at me, saying, "I must
apologise to you, Pastor. When you burst in on me in
the bathroom, I fully expected you to be just like
that monster. He'd stand at the door as I bathed, he'd
wait until I was in the bath with JJ, as with him
there, I never let her bathe alone. He'd stroke
himself as he watched us. Most times he would shoot
his stuff on us, and we'd have to bathe all over
again."
"He thought that was so damn funny, and walk away
laughing. But when you didn't look at my body, put the
key in the lock for me, then apologised for your
intrusion, I felt your goodness, and I knew we could
trust you."
"It was like the hand of God reaching out to us, I
must confess. Finally, a ray of sunshine, a chance to
hope for better things for myself and my child! When
you asked me to be your church counsellor, I couldn't
believe what I was hearing! And, the promise of a
house to live in! The last home I had was my parents
place, but my father told me never to return there, he
didn't want a child if Satan under his roof!"
***
The house we were waiting for was finally empty, the
family moving on to, we hoped, bigger and better
things. They weren't church-going people, but we
prayed for them anyway. As Alice and JJ stood in the
middle of the empty living room, she breathed in
deeply, and asked JJ if she could smell that? JJ
sniffed, and said she could smell pine trees. Alice
smiled, and then said gently, "No, my love. Freedom!
We're going to be happy here!"
I was proud of the turn-out by my community of
parishioners. Everybody helped everybody else. Ours
was a tight-knit town, and no-one went without if we
could help it. The offers of beds through to mats for
the front door came pouring in once people got the
phone lines burning. Alice was stunned by their
generosity, to say the least. In no time flat, there
was a fully furnished house waiting for dedication and
occupancy.
We had a whip round, and a small sack of money was
pressed into Alice's hands. She was so emotional she
could barely articulate the words of thanks to all
those who'd helped her. So she wore her arms out
hugging everybody she could.
***
There was enough money to fill the cupboards with
groceries, and one of the congregation gave them a car
to use until they'd got one of their own. We saw Alice
every day as she got used to the inner workings of the
church, and she did prove to be an asset. She worked
hard, spending long hours at first meeting and talking
to her 'clients', only pacing herself after I told her
to slow down!
About three weeks after Alice had settled into the new
house, and her new job, there was a knock on our door,
and Alice and JJ stood there, smiles on their faces. I
invited them in, and we spent a few seconds hugging,
June and Millie happy to see them outside of church
hours. Then sitting down on the couch, she looked at
me, and haltingly, she told me that she and JJ had
talked, and they wanted to do something special to
thank us, but me specifically.
We were curious, and so I asked them if they'd decided
what it could be?
Looking at June as if to seek her approval, Alice
stood up, and said, "This!"
Then she began to disrobe, not stopping until she was
nude.
***
Part Five.
***
My mouth went dry, and my penis stirred in my pants.
She was lovely! Alice was slim, her feminine curves
giving her the look of a mature woman who stood there
confidently in front of my appreciative gaze. Not a
word was spoken, we were in awe of her beauty.
Her breasts were proud and full, her waist having
classical curves. Her stomach was slightly rounded,
and I could see the faint silvery tracks of her
stretch-mark's from her pregnancy.
Her pudendum was covered in a full bush of dark hair,
and my manhood shot to full attention as the faint
odour of her arousal wafted toward me.
With our attention on Alice, we hadn't noticed JJ
undressing behind her mom. Then she stepped forward,
to stand beside her mom, nude and slightly nervous.
Alice put her arm around JJ's shoulders, and smiling,
she said, "We have a present for you, Pastor Jimmy."
JJ stood with her shoulders back, her pert little
breasts drawing my eyes, which wandered down her body
to the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were a little
thin, but her pubic mound had a fine sparse covering
of hair, and looked fabulous.
June and Millie shared a look, then June stood up and
began to disrobe. Millie locked the doors, and shut
what curtains were open. Then she too disrobed, and
finally, it was just me still fully clothed. Millie
and June came to me, helped me stand, and then
stripped the clothing from me as I drank in the sight
of all that beautiful female flesh in front of me.
***
Looking at JJ, I asked her if what she was doing her
own idea, and was she absolutely sure she wanted to do
something so profound? She did look unsure, but she
looked me in the eye, and told me that we had been so
good to them; she wanted to show her appreciation in
the only way she knew how.
"I know what sex is", she said. "I had to watch mom,
and I know how it's done. I know you'll be okay with
me, and not make it hurt."
"But you're only eleven," I said.
"I'm still a woman!" she shot back at me. "I may be
young, but I know what I'm doing! I won't tell anyone,
and I want to do this! Mom said she'd do it, but she
has no choice here. It's me who will do it, and you
have to say yes!"
I couldn't argue with her, remembering the old man's
words, "You can't argue with a woman's logic!"
So opening my arms, she stepped into them, holding me
tightly, my erection hard against her young belly.
***
Putting a finger under her chin and lifting her face
toward mine, I leaned down and kissed this perfect
little child-woman. She was a bit hesitant, and then
joined her mouth to mine; opening her lips as my
tongue lightly caressed her teeth.
Millie, June and Alice had gone into a three-way hug,
sharing kisses between them, mother and daughter,
daughter and friend, mother and friend. Hands caressed
breasts, explored hidden crevices.
Moans and heavy breathing started, and then together,
all three women sank down to the floor, and then June
and Alice went into a sixty-nine, with Millie running
her hands over their bodies, kissing and licking naked
skin and dipping her fingers into wet hungry vaginas.
With the three women occupied, I turned my attention
to the nervous young girl still holding onto my waist.
I began to kneel, bringing her to the floor with me.
Then laying her down on the carpet on her back, I
leant down to kiss her. She was rigid and
unresponsive, her legs clamped together, her body
stiff, but as I gave her little butterfly kisses on
her mouth, she started to relax.
JJ didn't know where to put her hands, so I gently
took the one nearest me and placed it on my rampant
manhood. Her eyes flew open, and she snatched it away,
but when I didn't do anything to force her to touch me
again, her hand stole back, and tentatively touched
me. Her fingertips were as light as to almost not
touch me. Our eyes were locked onto each other, and
then she reached further, and then grasped me.
She held me for a moment, then relaxed her grip, then
gave a gentle squeeze. JJ continued doing that,
getting used to the feel of me in her hand. Her eyes
closed, and arching her head, opened her mouth,
inviting me to kiss like a woman.
***
I did so, as gently as I could. Her dainty little hand
started to move up and down the length of my shaft, up
and down, her fingernails rasping so lightly on the
underside of my rigid penis. When I started to leak
precum, she drew her hand back, and looked at the
smear of clear liquid on her wrist.
"It helps during lovemaking," I told her with a smile.
"Your body will make its own lubrication, and so does
mine, but in a different way."
She nodded, and held her wrist to her nose, and
sniffed.
"Doesn't smell!" she said.
I smiled, trying not to laugh. I took her hand, and
licked the smear of precum off her wrist, and told
her, "Doesn't have much taste, either!"
She gave me a "Oh, gross!" look, but smiled, then
giggled. She deliberately smeared her wrist again, and
then with a show of bravado, she licked that off, and
agreed. She put her hand back where it had been, and
her stroking became more purposeful. I had to tell her
how to do it, and being a quick study, she became
relaxed and gentle.
I put my hand on her stomach, making her stiffen up,
but when I slid my hand up to cup a small breast, she
gasped quietly. I began to rub her little mound,
teasing her nipple until it was a tiny hard little
pebble between my finger and thumb.
***
The sounds of the two women approaching their orgasms
intruded, and turning our heads, JJ and I watched as
first Alice, and then June climaxed into each other's
mouths. June was on her back, with Alice atop her.
Both women were crying out and whimpering, their hands
rubbing the other's vaginal lips and clits hard. Then
with a lunge of her hips, June gritted her teeth, and
came hard. Alice threw back her head, and followed
suit a moment later.
The women lay on the floor head to feet, gasping and
moaning softly. Millie now sat on the couch,
masturbating slowly as she watched us all, her fingers
rubbing her clit, and dipping into her sopping
channel.
June sat up groaning, and seeing Millie's fingers busy
between her legs, she grinned, and said, "Oh, my poor
darling! Let Momma do that for you!"
Then she moved her head into Millie's vagina, and as
the girl gasped, June began to lick and suck her clit.
June put her hand next to Millie's vagina, and
inserting first one, then two, fingers into her
teenage pussy, she began to saw her hand back and
forth, making the young woman throw her head back and
cry out in pleasure. Alice moved beside my daughter on
the couch, and held her breast, licking and sucking on
her nipple.
***
Turning my attention back to the preteen on the floor
beside me, I dipped my head and took her little pink
nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, swiping the
nubbin with my tongue. JJ jumped, and gasped, feeling
a shock slam from her nipple to her vagina. Her free
hand, held her pudenda, and as I sucked, my hand
moving to her other breast to rub and massage it, her
hand between her legs began to move, her fingers
sliding down to rub her lips.
Then she opened her legs enough to dip her fingers
down to rub her thin clitoral sheath. Her breath was
gasping in my ear, and light soft moans came from her
mouth as her own fingers did their magic.
Millie was moaning now as her mother and Alice took
turns licking and sucking her wet sex. When one would
bring her the brink of climax, she'd back off, and
when Millie got her breath, the other woman would
begin again, until Millie was shaking and shuddering,
pleading to come.
June laughed, and attacking her daughter's clit with
her mouth and tongue, Alice put two fingers into her
sex, and slid one finger into her anus. Millie bucked
when that happened, and with a very loud wail, she
bucked and jerked, her body thrashing as she tipped
over the edge into a deep and very intense orgasm.
Millie pushed her mother's head away from her, and lay
panting and shuddering on her side on the couch, her
eyes closed and her hands between her legs.
"Oh my god, mom! That was the best ever!" she managed
to say.
June laughed, stroked Millie like a cat, and looking
at me, she winked.
***
Alice knee-walked over to her daughter lying beside
me, and tenderly she said, "Hey."
JJ looked at her mom, and said quietly, "I think I
want to try now."
"Sure, honey," Alice said, and getting me to lie on my
back, she helped JJ to squat over my groin. Holding my
erection up, she moved JJ's hips until she was over
the straining head.
"Sit down now, hon," Alice said. "Put you weight on
the tip, and hold it there, okay?"
JJ was a bit wobbly, but she managed to do what her
mother asked. She gasped when the tip pushed against
her lips, and raising her body up a little, Alice took
some saliva from her mouth, and smeared it on and
around my penis head. Then she rubbed her daughters
little vagina, making JJ shudder in pleasure.
"Okay, sit back down, now baby."
JJ put her weight back on me, and I slipped a little
further into her very warm sexual centre.
"Now, baby, when you're ready, sit down a little more,
a little at a time, don't rush it."
JJ tried to do what she asked, but she slipped, and
with a cry, she was halfway down my hard shaft before
Alice could grab her. JJ was crying, tears in her
eyes.
"Shit, that hurt!" she yelled.
***
I had felt the ring of her hymen snap around my penis,
and I couldn't help myself, I jumped with the feel of
it, and gritting my teeth, I held off ejaculating, my
hands clenching with the effort.
The preteen was gasping, her vagina clenching around
me. She was wobbling, so she put her weight onto her
knees, leaning forward over my body, her head hanging
down as she let her body get used to having me inside
her.
"Oh, mom, he's so big!" she gasped.
"Darling, are you okay?" Alice asked concerned. "Do
you want to get off, and try again later?"
JJ gave her mother a look, and said, "No, I'm okay,
mom. I was just a little surprised, is all. I'm fine
now."
"Well, if you're sure," she said, not convinced.
"I am, mom, really. He feels really big, but I'm a bit
more relaxed now."
JJ looked at her concerned mother, and smiling, she
said, "Really, mom. I okay. I'm used to having that
thing in me now!"
***
I gave a lift of my hips, making JJ gasp and raised up
with me. Then she gave a small push downward, and slid
further down. We moved slowly like that until I
bottomed out, feeling her cervix against my urethra.
JJ was breathing heavily, a look of wonder in her
eyes.
"Oh, boy," she breathed. "That feels, like, like, oh,
wow!"
June and Millie came over, then all three women were
touching JJ, stroking her body, her hair, her face.
Millie leant down, and gave me her first ever deep
kiss, a French kiss that rewarded me for being so
gentle with the young girl. Then Millie put her leg
over my head, facing toward JJ. I was looking up at
her wet sex, her lips and anus so very desirable.
Millie lowered her hips until she felt my mouth, and
then I was licking her, running my tongue over and
around her furry lips and the hard little nubbin of
her clitoris.
JJ began to move on me, raising herself up, and then
sliding down. Alice and June was telling her what to
do, giving her advice and then she was sliding more
easily on me as her lubrication kicked in, providing
her and me with increased movement.
Before long, JJ was making moaning sounds, her hands
clenching on my stomach, her little body slamming down
on my tumescence. I was bucking up sporadically, my
hands holding Millie's butt as she rode my face. Then
in a cacophony of tumultuous noise, we all climaxed,
me first, then Millie, and a few seconds later, JJ.
***
As my penis pulsed weakly inside JJ's still snug
vagina, Millie got off my face to sit on her hip
beside me. JJ was shaking with the effort of trying to
remain upright, so I held out my hands to her. She lay
on me, a dreamy look on her face. My penis slid out of
her body with a slurping sound. Alice dipped her head,
and began to clean me off, alternating between myself
and the sighing girl on me. Every time she tongued JJ,
the girl would make a squeak, smiling contentedly.
***
Part Six
***
I'd gone out to the old stump to pray. I was thinking
about making love to JJ, making her a woman so young,
wondering if I'd done the right thing. One part of me
was happy that I had done so, and another part of me
had its doubts.
Should I have done so? Should I have given in so
easily? What would be the future consequences of my
actions be?
I didn't know. Alice and JJ were so close now. If
anything, their lives were full of freedom and joy, so
from that standpoint, that night was a success, as
their past hurts and humiliations were washed away in
the joyous rapture of shared love and sexual
cleansing.
I got on my knees, my elbows on the stump, my hands
clasped in front of me, and closed my eyes.
I waited.
***
As usual, I didn't hear the old man arrive. He put his
gnarled old hand on my shoulder, then raising me to my
feet, he said, "Consequences, Jimmy."
"That's just what's been bothering me," I said.
"You're looking at this from the wrong angle, boy. You
should be seeing the consequences of what would have
happened if you didn't make love to that girl."
"Pardon?" I asked him, confused by his statement.
"Just think what would have happened if you'd turned
her down? She would have been hurt and humiliated.
That hurt would have sat in her heart, festering there
for years until she would have gone off the rails one
day, and then she'd have lain with some random guy,
leading to another, then another, giving herself to
you over and over again, but never you in person. The
end result would have been the breakup between her
mother and herself, and the destruction of their
family."
"Alice wouldn't meet the man she's destined to marry,
and JJ wouldn't marry the man she's destined to meet."
"Hatred would have grown in that pure little heart,
Jimmy, because you rejected her when she was so
vulnerable. Something similar would have happened to
her as what happened to June because you rejected
her."
"I rejected June? But I never even knew she existed
then! How could I have rejected her?"
The old man looked at me until I grew uncomfortable
under his gaze. Finally, he said, "You always knew,
did you not, that there was someone out there
somewhere for you, your future wife?"
"Well, yes, of course, but I thought it was my ex-wife
at the time!"
"That's the trouble, Jimmy, you didn't think with your
heart, you thought with your penis! Too much blood in
one head, and not enough in the other! You went off
the rails, but in a different way. You almost
destroyed yourself in the process."
***
"Huh?"
"Train wreck, remember? Messy, but necessary. I had to
get your attention, so I brought dark things out into
the light. I had a purpose for you, but you couldn't
hear me over the noise of your own greatness. So I did
what I had to do to bring you back down to earth."
He smiled. "You're doing better, my boy, wonderful, in
fact. Different town, different circumstances, but the
same mission. I'm proud of you!"
"God, this is so complicated," I sighed.
"No it's not!" He chuckled. "I had to re-arrange a few
details, shift this person here, that situation there,
like chess pieces on a board. Life is just a game,
Jimmy. You just have to know the rules, and how to
play it to the best of your ability! Once you
understand that, it becomes so simple!"
He patted me on the shoulder once, then stood,
stretching. Turning to me, he said, "Don't worry about
what you've done since you've been here. You've
brought happiness and love to many people who needed
it, and that's never a bad thing. Before I bring you
home, you are going to be needed by others, and for
that, you'll have the strength to carry on, I promise
you that."
"Well," he said, rubbing his hands down his jean-
encased legs. "Time to go. I've enjoyed my time with
you, Jimmy, but there are others who need my counsel.
I'll be watching over you and your family, my son."
"Will I be able to talk with you again?" I asked, a
little panicky. I had come to rely on this fractious
and fascinating old man, and I was going to miss him.
"Of course you will. Look for me in the silence of
your heart, Jimmy. I'm there, I always am. Remember,
lad, there's no good or bad, just how we love and live
our lives. Do unto others, and love thy neighbour as
thyself. Remember that."
Then there was a flash of brilliant white light, and
He was gone.
END
Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it,
and any questions, comments or suggestions you have,
please send to me at this link; ptotrcw@gmail.com
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 76