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Scott's Women - 5
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

Our hero Scott a member of a local church seduces the 
Pastor's pretty young wife one day and the young woman 
soon finds herself head over heels in a sexual affair 
with Scott that eventually leads to an end result that 
she really wanted to happen in the first place. 
Surprise, surprise. (MF, wife, cheat, religion, rom, 
preg)

***

I

I was on the Church Property committee at the time and 
one of our monthly chores was taking care of the 
parsonage. I found out soon enough the Pastor, Kenneth 
Cooper was not exactly the handyman type when it came 
to doing anything around the home or church; unlike 
the last one we had, he could fix damned near anything 
with nothing. On the other hand most of the men in the 
church took care of those mundane chores Ken couldn't 
seem to handle. This is when I got to know his wife 
Rachel probably better than he did – and he was her 
husband? 

Something was wrong with that picture as they say. 

Actually in the beginning it was through my substitute 
teaching in Sunday School that I got to know Rachel. I 
stuck with teaching the junior high kids. For some 
reason I found them the easiest to work with – I did 
not have to talk down to them and I liked their 
exploring minds and challenging questions. I was 
preparing them for the next step which was the classes 
at confirmation level. Rachel heard about my style of 
teaching which involved the kids in the teaching 
process. She would occasionally sit in on the classes 
totally taken by the way I taught: I taught them at a 
near college level. The parents were another matter. 

Most of the time as I was either talking or listening 
to one of the kids I couldn't take my eyes off of 
Rachel. It was a trial not to watch her and sometimes 
she would throw in a comment or question of her own 
but in some cases it was: "They didn't teach us that 
at Bible College..."

Of course not, it was considered questionable and not 
in line with prevailing church doctrine or dogmatics 
to even venture with the material. 

However, Rachel was a doll: Long shiny blonde hair, 
very blue eyes, surmounted by black rimmed glasses 
that gave her an even sexier appearance; medium 
height, maybe five six or so; nice small breasts which 
my eyes fastened on the first time I met her, and a 
slender fashion model's figure to go with it all. I 
got to know Rachel mostly through the fact she was 
involved with the Sunday School, Choir, and a couple 
different women's Bible studies; also, she became more 
than acquainted with my deep knowledge of the Middle 
East, theology studies, and ancient history which 
included Middle East history to the fourteenth Century 
when I'd correct some of the teachers' 
misunderstanding of a Bible lesson – generally the Old 
Testament. The New Testament, to my way of thinking 
was more in the realm of theology and philosophy which 
I knew fairly well and could hold my own in a debate. 
However, nothing wrong with that, I just was not that 
inclined to study it that deeply. 

Nevertheless, I learned from one of the Church gossip 
types Ken was four years senior to Rachel – she was 
around twenty-eight, two young children – boy and 
girl, they'd met at the seminary and church Bible 
College where he was an adjunct instructor for a 
couple semesters before finally getting "his calling" 
towit, his first church, then about five years later 
our church. 

Be that as it may. 

A Sunday early in April I was asked, since I didn't do 
much on Saturdays at that time if I'd "be so kind" as 
to do some work on the parsonage fence, a wooden 
privacy fence that had seen better times. The Property 
Committee – me – bought the necessary boards and other 
material for the job during the week, loaded it in to 
my old 1978 3/4 ton, 4x4 GMC Jimmy, and dropped it off 
at the Parsonage. I caught a glimpse of Rachel at the 
kitchen window watching me unload the boards placing 
them along the fence line where I'd need them. That 
way everything was on site – as I referred to it – for 
Saturday, no screwing around chasing after things and 
wasting a lot of time. I inspected the fence realizing 
I had some work ahead of me. 

Saturday morning I arrived at the house; Ken, I 
noticed was gone; Rachel's little car – whatever it 
was – was – Japanese something-or-other still in the 
garage. Took out my tools and other things and headed 
in to the back yard to look over the situation. The 
fence to say the least was a mess from the weather; 
otherwise the yard was neat as a "pin". 

I set to work and was busy for about an hour before I 
realized someone was watching me: it was Rachel. 

I turned to check her out my eyes stopped short; I 
stopped short at her breasts which, after several 
seconds passed I managed to lift my gaze back to her 
face and the soul melting smile she had. 

Rachel said: "'Morning, Scott."

Whenever I saw her on Sunday or during the week, I 
always thought: God that girl is nice...a desirable 
woman. 

I nodded my head to acknowledge her and drew in a 
quick breath admiring the dress she had on – not to 
mention the way it flattered her girl-like figure, the 
slight wind plastering the dress against her slim 
body. God she's nice to look at.

"Um, 'morning, Rachel." I didn't dare say much more as 
I tore my gaze away from her. 

Rachel was wearing a soft thin yellow sleeveless 
cotton summer dress, thin white bra straps showing and 
lace bra; the front buttoned half way down the waist 
with a white cloth belt, the top three buttons left 
undone. 

"I thought I'd see how you were doing with the fence," 
she said, the smile even broader knowing she made an 
impression on me. She poked the glasses back in to 
place as she walked around the yard checking out what 
I'd done already. I followed her graceful walk with 
more attention then I should have but I could not help 
but notice how the dress was pressed against the 
slender frame of her body. God she is so nice...

"About half way around the yard." I finally pointed 
out the new boards and ones I used wood screws to 
fasten the old ones to the supports. I finally noticed 
the kids were missing from the yard. Kids on either 
side of them were outside or running up and down the 
street. Probably visiting a friend nearby. I didn't 
say anything I just let it pass. 

Rachel walked back to where I was working stood near 
me for a minute, a broad smile on her face watching me 
watching her and knowing I liked what she was wearing. 
I was kneeling on the ground driving a screw in to 
place when she stopped close to me. 

Then Rachel did something I didn't quite expect. She 
said: "How do you like the dress? Got it yesterday. 
"She twirled around 360, the hem of the dress lifting 
nearly to her waist her long loose blonde hair fanning 
out from her head. 

I watched as she twirled around, the hem of the dress 
lifting up I felt myself starting to get a grand old 
fashion hard-on as I caught a glimpse of her nice 
little white panty. 

"Um, nice – nice, Rachel." Damn she is one good 
looking woman – a desirable woman. 

Smiling and giggling like a school girl, Rachel 
dropped to the ground close by the dress bunching up 
nearly to her waist exposing a generous amount of her 
legs. She watched me work for a moment then with a 
serious tone she asked me something that nearly took 
the wind out of me. 

"Scott, mind if I ask you something?"

I kept working trying not to pay any more attention to 
her than necessary, I replied: "Sure."

"Other than Dan Jordan and Mike Krauss, who are 
widowers, you're the only eligible bachelor in the 
church. Why's that?"

Like I said, the question nearly took the wind out of 
me. I setup the next screw to screw in to a new board, 
trying not to act as if the question were as personal 
as it sounded. Over the past few years I've taken 
several women as their lover; but as things turned out 
we went our separate ways. I took my cordless drill 
and rammed the screw in to the board; the way the 
screw went in to the board was like a symbolism of 
what I sometimes wanted to do to her since I got to 
know her – screwing the hell out of her. 

Then in answer to her question I said: "Never found a 
woman that matched – not met – matched my 
personality." Then I asked in an off-handed manner: 
"Ken's not here?"

In my mind I had other dire thoughts as I reached for 
another board glimpsing the tiny white wedge of her 
panty showing like it was peeking out from under the 
dress between her legs. 

"No, the elder's prayer breakfast at church and out on 
visitations. "Rachel continued: "Anyway watching you 
in Sunday School teaching the junior high class I know 
you are quite serious at times and display a lot of 
knowledge on those subjects."

My ideas on religious philosophy and dogmatic was not 
exactly in line with contemporary church doctrine even 
at the time if you will. 

I knew another minister years before who told me: "If 
I preached in a sermon what I really know is true, I'd 
lose better than half my congregation by the end of 
the service."

I did not look back as I prepared to set another 
screw: "Yes. I suppose you know what some of it is."

I looked back at her a second. Rachel was leaning back 
on her hands, the breeze picked up at that second 
lifting the dress up exposing her nice white panty. 
She did not immediately make a move to hold the dress 
down knowing I was looking up the dress at her panty. 
She knew what she was doing; the look on her face was 
a pure "come on" to me. 

"Yes. And you frustrate Ken to no end the way you 
criticize his sermons."

I'd be in the back row of pews and he could darn near 
read my body language like a book; it was obvious by 
the shake of my head, or I'd look up at the ceiling, 
or put a hand over my eyes, he'd misinterpreted some 
issue. After the service I'd literally critique him on 
many of his obvious mistakes in his sermon. 

At this point I felt myself on thin ice so-to-speak. I 
was quiet as I put up two more boards screwing them to 
the supports. As I screwed the boards to the supports 
it was nearly a euphemism of how I'd have liked to 
have screwed this little doll. But my mind said: No – 
my cock was saying: Go ahead, dude give it a shot. 

After a moment of awkward silence I asked: "From what 
I understand he taught at the seminary. Sure a good 
student can write a sermon on a certain subject and 
make get his point across, but how well does Ken 
really know his subjects? "

How he ever made it out of the seminary was beyond me. 
He was always surprised when he'd verify the material 
I was right, considering I had several church books on 
the subjects to prove the point, one tomb by Thomas 
Peeper I'd gotten my hands on; and more times than not 
after the fact that I was right: especially through 
various history books on events occurring before Roman 
intervention in Israel. 

I glanced back at her to gauge her reaction to the 
question. 

"Okay, I suppose. He's working on his doctorate in 
theology now. Why?"

"Deviates a lot," I firmly replied as I worked my way 
along the fence and Rachel got up to follow me until 
we were on the far side and near several large full 
flowering bushes. "It's as if he is either unfamiliar 
with the subject, or distracted. For example last 
Sunday, his Epistle readings and the parallel to the 
Gospel reading, or in some cases lost what he wanted 
to say."

I had the new fence boards prepositioned along the 
fence. I leaned down to pick a board up; Rachel was 
kneeling beside the small pile of boards. From that 
angle I was looking down the front of her dress at her 
nice small full firm breasts, the white lace bra, the 
nipples nice and erect pushing at the fabric of the 
bra. A nice sexy sight. Our faces mere inches apart at 
this point. 

"He does okay," she said softly looking up in to my 
eyes knowing I was still looking down the front of her 
dress. I could have sworn the girl was openly flirting 
with me. "Let me ask you something else, I've sat in 
on some of your classes and you've even stumped me on 
some of the questions you ask – Why didn't you go in 
to the ministry? You'd make a fine minister."

I had to tear my eyes away from her again. I turned to 
take the old boards off and put up the new ones before 
I answered her. 

I finished putting a couple more of the boards up then 
replied: "'Cause as an old friend of mine, a minister 
once said, 'If I preached in a sermon what I really 
know is true, I'd lose better than half my 
congregation by the end of the service. 'And that's a 
fact."

"Oh. "She seemed to think about it a moment then 
changed the subject, said in a very matter of fact 
tone bringing the conversation back to her original 
question: "You're not lonely for someone, Scott? I 
mean I know you're all alone – single and all that."

My question was: What was she trying to do? Play 
matchmaker or, was this her idea of a come on? I'd 
already had a couple little beauties before this for 
bed mates. 

I kept quiet. I just picked up a new board leaned it 
against the fence as I loosened the old one. We 
remained silent for a moment as I worked, me mostly 
trying to ignore her. I kept reminding myself: This is 
the minister's wife. Not a good idea to mess with 
another guy's wife; I'd done it once and got away with 
it. Yet, there was an unbridled urge to want to lay 
her right there on the lawn and fuck the hell out of 
her, even if it would be considered rape. 

I finally sat down beside her. We gazed at each other 
for a moment, my eyes dropping to the front of her 
dress and the small amount of cleavage that was 
visible, the hard little nipples pushing against the 
lace bra and loose bodice of the dress. 

Finally I got up the nerve to ask: "Tell me, Rachel 
you've never been alone with another man have you?"

At this point I changed the subject one-hundred and 
eighty degrees. 

Rachel lowered her eyes a moment as she seemed to 
think whether to answer my question or drop the 
subject. She seemed put-off by the personnel nature of 
the question yet, she opened up to me. She said in a 
low soft tone: "After Ken and I were married, no. "She 
stopped, deciding whether to go on, she continued 
after a pause: "I suppose even when I was in high 
school and afterward collage I seldom dated. Which 
seems strange, I know. Activities centered around the 
church that is until I met Ken at a church rally. We 
began dating but never did anything, both wanting to 
save it for marriage. The proper way, you know."

I took the chance to say: "In other words, you were 
virgin until then."

With reluctance she nodded her head answering me: 
"Yes. We hardly ever do – it. You know -- now."

Rachel blushed. I said: "And it's been a while since 
the last time."

I knelt to move the new boards aside I avoided looking 
back at her as she replied in a timid voice, almost 
uncomfortable by her answer: "Yes. I guess nearly 
three years."

The youngest the boy was about three going on four at 
the time. 

She looked away embarrassed that she said anything. 

Okay. I know a girl not far away from where I live we 
get together maybe once a month or so by then she's 
horny as an alley cat in heat and me, I'm ready to 
fuck anything when we finally have our weekend 
together. 

I took another far out chance: "Ever wonder what it'd 
be like to have it on a regular basis?"

I wanted to kick myself for asking the question. I 
wasn't sure if she was offended by the question or 
humiliated. 

Rachel blushed a deeper red staring at the ground. 
"Ken says that's only for if we wanted to have another 
child. We're not supposed to think about it. It's – 
it's a sin he says – I guess. "

She lifted her eyes to meet mine again. There were 
tears in her eyes as I thought: You gotta be kidding? 

The old – and I mean old fashion view on birth control 
touted by the early church: celibacy. 

"And you do think about it. There's the pill you 
know."

"I suppose."

I kneeled to lean closer to her. I said in a serious 
tone: "Rachel, there's nothing to be ashamed of here. 
It's not like its portrayed. Frankly sex is a 
beautiful thing between two people deeply in love with 
each other. There's nothing bad about it. It's 
something a husband and wife are supposed to enjoy."

Not to mention consenting individuals but that was 
another subject. 

"I know. "She twisted her hands around on her lap. 
Then she opened up to me. "But – but he is so cold 
about it."

Not surprising I suppose. I took a dangerous step as I 
leaned toward her to kiss her. Rachel's eyes opened 
wide with her sudden fear and wonder as I pressed my 
lips against hers. Even though she was scared by the 
forwardness of my gesture her lips and mouth were so 
nice and sweet to kiss. 

Rachel pulled away with a shock of fear. "Scott! I–
I... have never done anything like this before."

I pulled back to say: "I know and you need some TLC at 
times and he's not giving it to you any, is he?"

I tried to be nonchalant about it, allowing a faint 
smile to her, my hand touching her arm as I stared in 
to Rachel's beautiful blue eyes I sensed the secret 
need of want there. I don't know what it was but the 
dark rimmed glasses added a certain innocent sexiness 
to her appearance. 

Rachel shook her head. I leaned forward again to press 
my lips against hers until I could slide my tongue 
inside her mouth. Rachel responded with a halfhearted 
protest: "Scott please I am a married woman..."

I pressed myself against her until she lay back on the 
ground looking up at me with feral fear in her eyes. I 
pressed her slight young body to the ground, her long 
blonde hair laid about her head in a golden fan as I 
kissed her again, my tongue working around inside of 
her mouth. Despite her muffled protests Rachel gave in 
responding sliding her tongue in to my mouth. After a 
moment I broke the kiss to move down her face and to 
her neck then to her chest. 

"Scott... we shouldn't," she said softly in to my 
mouth as I kissed her mouth again. 

Her lips were so sweet and nice to kiss; it was like I 
was seducing a virgin. At that point I almost couldn't 
get enough of her. My cock was even harder; it ached 
for what I knew would be the feel of her nice tight 
young pussy. 

By now I was on the road of no return with her. 

"Why – why are you doing this to me? This isn't 
right..."

"Sssssh," I said as I kissed her chest opening the 
buttons on the front of the dress to expose her nice 
small breasts supported by the thin lace bra, the 
nipples seemed even stiffer as I spread the bodice 
open to kiss her chest then down to her nice lace 
covered young breasts. "You want this, Rachel. Just 
relax and give in; you want to be loved like this, 
don't you? "

"Yes, but..." she breathed in to my face. She closed 
her eyes and laid her head back. "I – I don't know 
about this ... I shouldn't..." Finally Rachel's 
protests subsided with a sigh and moan as I slipped my 
fingers under the bra to caress the small erect 
nipples through the thin material of the bra. "Oh, 
yes, Scott just – just be gentle with me."

I sensed she was willing to give in as I kissed her. 
Rachel finally wrapped her arms about my neck letting 
me have my way with her. "Oh Scott... Why?"

I was taking a helluva chance with her; she could have 
screamed rape or slapped the shit out of me and 
screamed rape at the same time; pulled loose from my 
grasp and run to the house to call the police – 
anyway, I'd have been in deep, deep trouble either 
way; however, Rachel gave in. She was a woman deprived 
of the things a woman needs – sex and affection and 
intimacy from a man who knows how to take care of his 
woman. 

I slid my hand down along her side to her waist and 
hips and along her slender thigh until I reached her 
knee. I moved my hand along her silken smooth leg 
caressing it until I had the dress gathered up to her 
hips. 

"Just relax, Rachel," I told her softly as she sighed 
with an uneasiness of her first time with another man 
as I nuzzled the sensitive spot of her neck, "...and 
give in, you'll enjoy it more this way."

I managed to pull the bra aside to gently suck on the 
hard little nipples. I kissed her chest, the beautiful 
little mounds of her breasts that I sometimes had 
hard-ons and wet dreams over; now, I was enjoying the 
sight for the first time of her gorgeous breasts

Tears trickled from Rachel's eyes as I slid my hand 
along her slender sylvan legs savoring the silken 
smooth skin then under the dress to her soft cotton 
panty and the wetness between her legs. I fingered her 
wet wonton pussy through the panty, her little clit 
was nice and hard and sensitive to the touch. She 
squeezed her legs together around my hand but my 
fingers were able to caress the firm tightness of her 
pussy and the tender nub of her aroused clit through 
the fabric; she was moving her hips moaning with 
earnest as I pressed my finger and the panty into her 
pussy. 

"No – Oh – gentle, Scott, gentle please. I've never 
done anything like this before..."

 She began thrusting her hips in rhythm with my 
fingering her, the little clit sending tingling waves 
through her. Rachel softly moaned and gasped as I 
molested her, she grasped my arms with her small 
delicate hands. Then she thrust her hips then her body 
stiffened her back arching slightly, I stifled the cry 
of shock as she came in a surge of her feminine 
juices. I kissed her long and hard, her feminine 
juices soaking her, but I didn't let up, despite that 
I had the ultimate urge, my malehood bull was so hard 
it ached with the need for Rachel's pussy. I had the 
urge to pull her panty off and fuck her right there, 
but I had an ulterior plan worked out for a later 
time. What I was doing to her would make Rachel want 
more later on. I pressed the panty into her throbbing 
pussy ravaging her until she came a second time. 

"Ohhhhh, Scott – what did you do to me?"

Rachel was gasping for air. She stared up at the clear 
cloudless sky her lungs filling with air until she 
finally regained her composure. My right hand still 
cupping her soaked pussy with the middle finger still 
pressed against her swollen clit

I finally pulled my hand out from under her dress 
watching Rachel for a moment. I leaned on an arm 
staring down in to her flushed face watching her 
finally recover. Tears streaked her face as she looked 
up at me. 

She said breathless: "I–I've never experienced 
anything like that. I didn't know..."

I asked in a serious tone: "You mean you never had 
foreplay and he's never brought you to an orgasm?"

"No. That's... that's what I'd done?"

She didn't know what she had done? 

That gave me something to think about. Rachel suddenly 
scrambled to her feet and went back to the house. I 
finished the fence, packed up my tools and other gear, 
stacked the extra boards in the garage and headed home 
to think about the fact I had basically molested and 
raped the minister's wife that morning. 


II

Sunday at church was an effort not to be in the same 
place as Rachel. I substituted in the junior high 
class, the teacher was out; when class was over I 
grabbed my stuff and headed out before second service 
began and just a head of Rachel. 

However, the following mid-week I wasn't so lucky. It 
was still early morning. I was in the local 
supermarket and Rachel and I nearly collided in the 
frozen foods section. 

I was slightly surprised, which was for the first 
time, she was wearing a tight fitting pair of gray 
slacks and pink short-sleeve blouse and white flat 
pumps. The kids weren't with her. 

We both spoke at the same time. "Um, Rachel. Scott."

There was a moment of awkward silence then I said: 
"About Saturday..."

Rachel shook her head, her blonde hair swished about 
her shoulders. "No, Scott. I have given it a lot of 
thought. Um, later can we maybe... get together?"

Her choice. 

Once again my eyes traveled up and down her slight 
figure, the soft pink blouse she wore was nicely 
filled out by her nice small breasts, the gray slacks 
she wore fit nice and tight. God what a figure she 
had. The thought of: A desirable woman again came to 
mind. 

Sure. The decision was hers. I asked: "Where do you 
want to meet?"

She thought a minute then said: "Here, the parking 
lot? Eleven? Ken is at that Ecumenical meeting at 
First Advent Church today."

I knew the way those meetings went he'd be there most 
of the day and it was still early. 
	
"Right." I left the supermarket so fast I didn't get 
half the things I needed or wanted for later in the 
week I must have left a vacuum in the place. Thank god 
for credit cards sometimes. 

Got home, put what I had gotten away, changed in to 
dress slacks, shirt and my better western boots and 
headed back to the supermarket parking lot. I got 
there early and so did Rachel, both of us anticipating 
what was about to happen. 

Rachel jumped out of her car nearly locking the keys 
in the car. She wore a short white sleeveless dress 
which surprised me with white patent pumps; the white 
dress looked good with her long blonde hair. I made a 
last minute change; I traded my old Jimmy for the 
four-door Buick. Good thing. 

Rachel ran up to me as I got out of the car she 
grasped me about the waist to kiss me. 

"Not here," Surprised by the greeting which I did not 
expect. She seemed taken aback by my admonishment then 
I told her as I returned her passionate kiss. "Too 
many nosey people who might know us. Come on."

"Oh, yes. You're right. "She understood my hesitation 
to kiss her there in the parking lot. 

I helped her in to the car, the dress sliding up her 
nice shapely legs. I got in and headed out to the 
highway. I must have triggered something in her for 
her to act this way. 

Rachel slid across the seat to sit beside me the dress 
riding up almost past her thighs. She said: "As I 
said, Scott I gave this a lot of thought. I love Ken – 
I do but it's just like we just live together now, 
nothing more."
	
"You mean no sex, no love, no intimacy?"

She nodded her head. "I – I don't know what to do 
anymore. I can't even tell if there's any love there 
anymore. He's good to me in most ways; a good husband 
and father – doesn't a relation need to go beyond 
that?"

She looked at me waiting for an answer. 

My next thought was: Ken got rocks in his head for 
brains? Besides me, there are a half dozen guys I know 
who'd kill to possess this woman. 

I answered: "It should. What you're saying is 
basically you're stuck in a sexless marriage," I 
looked at her as I slowed for a stop light tears 
trickled down her face. The dress had ridden almost to 
her hips, no stockings; she did not seem to notice or 
care. 

She nodded as she stared down at her hands. 

Then she opened up to me. "Saturday night I could not 
help but think about what we'd done – what you had 
done to me. "A cold chill gripped me. She reached over 
with her hand to lay it on my leg. My cock which was 
already hard as a steel spike as I imagined for the 
hundredth time fucking the hell out of her was aching 
even more now. Just as the light changed I saw her 
look down at the bulge in my slacks. I suppose it was 
a sight that she never expected, and I almost 
suspected her husband hardly if ever displayed one in 
front of her.

 She was staring at my hard on as she continued: "I 
couldn't help but think about how good it – what you 
had done to me felt. I couldn't sleep because I was 
thinking about it – remembering it. It was late when I 
got out of bed – Ken didn't know - I went down to the 
living room to do it – to myself. It felt so good! I 
could never have imagined it before this. Scott, it 
was like I was floating on a pink cloud – I dreamed 
angles were singing around me as you did it to me. 
Then I did to myself again Sunday night – I've never 
done anything like that – I imagined it was you doing 
it to me."

She choked up a minute then looked up at me. "It felt 
so good, Scott – I- I did it to myself – twice! I–I... 
have never done anything like that before. And Ken 
doesn't know..."

I summed it up for her: "In other words, you 
masturbated. It's nothing to be afraid of or think of 
as a dirty thing. "I told her as I made a turn up a 
street at the next traffic light, circled around a 
block to return to the highway. 

"People who don't understand it or the draw between 
two people think it's – something it's not and have 
tagged it a sin or worse. When a person is alone 
thinking about the person they are in love with and 
desiring to have sex with that person will do it to 
themselves in a form of having sex with the one they 
love."

"That's what I did to myself?" She looked at me with 
such innocence I couldn't believe it. All I could 
think about at that moment was: My god this girl is 
naοve... 

"Scott, let's go somewhere where we're alone," she 
said as she leaned against my shoulder. "Even if it's 
only for an hour."

I knew where I'd have liked to take her but I didn't 
have the truck. Right now a motel was out of the 
question. 

She just sat beside me, her hand on my leg. I drove 
back south then off the highway and in to the local 
regional park. It was mid-week so the only people here 
were a few retirees with their dogs. Maybe a couple 
nature watchers but they didn't count. I pulled into 
the parking area, shut the engine off and turned to 
take Rachel in my arms. 

"Please Scott... just be gentle with me. I'm a bit 
scared about this. I've never done this with another 
man. This is – this is supposed to be..."

I ignored her plea and apology: "Ssssh, Rachel. Just 
relax and give in – it'll be all right. You're too 
precious. I won't hurt you."

Our mouths met, our tongues met and dueled for a 
minute before she relented letting me have my way with 
her. I leaned her back against the seat, her nice 
small breasts pressed against my chest as I began to 
move my free hand over her young sylvan body. I 
noticed the only makeup she wore was a slight amount 
of lipstick, a dash of rouge and a slight dash of some 
mild perfume, but it was enough to turn me on even 
more. 

"Come on, hon there's some place down here near the 
river we can go to and not be seen."

Apparently the thrill was exciting to her. We got out 
of the car I opened the trunk to take out the blanket 
and a jug of ice tea I'd made at home on the fly. We 
walked down the path and followed another trail along 
the river bank until I spotted the opening; I looked 
around to assure no one was watching then led Rachel 
back in to a small grotto of overgrown bushes, trees 
and vines. 

"You knew this was here?" she asked surprised as I 
held branches aside for her. 

"Um, long story."

"Give me the Reader's Digest version then." She 
giggled gathering up her dress as we stepped in to the 
small clearing. 

"An old girlfriend and I used to come here during the 
good weather," I told her. 

"So I'm not the first?" she said with another shy 
giggle. 

"No."

I spread the blanket out and seated her then I sat 
beside her. Rachel tucked her legs under her facing 
me. I lay on my side facing her seeing she was trying 
to think of how to say something or put a thought in 
to words. 

Then softly in a timid voice she finally said: "Scott, 
I – I think you opened up something in me Saturday, 
something I never knew was there. And no, I realized 
it wasn't a bad thing. It's something that I've held 
in check within myself for many years. It's something 
I wish I'd known about a long time ago."

"You're learning all over again, Rachel," I told her. 
"It takes time."

"I know. Do we have time?"

I nodded my head. "Yes."

I reached over to take her by the arm leaning in to 
her I kissed her again. Then leaned back laying on my 
back pulling Rachel down on top of me, her small full 
firm breasts pressed in to my chest. I could tell by 
her eagerness and arousal that Rachel never did 
anything like this – this was all new to her. She was 
like a teen-aged girl on a hot date for the first 
time. To Rachel, this is how love should be between 
two people – a man and a woman expressing their love 
to one another without inhabitations. 

Our kisses began tentatively, exploring, hesitant at 
first getting to know one another then our kisses 
became more passionate and intimate. 

After a moment I rolled her on her back, her long 
golden hair spreading out in a halo about her head. I 
began to slowly unbutton her dress. Rachel was drawing 
in deep breathes with each small pearl-like button 
being loosened. I opened it to the soft white lace and 
satin bra and the sight of the nice small erect puffy 
nipples tenting the fabric. 

She put a hand over mine stopping me. 	

"Here, Scott?" she said softly as I cupped the breast 
to fondle and caress its full form, the middle finger 
caressing the hard form of the nipple. 

"Why not?" I kissed her as I moved the hand down her 
side to gather the dress up to her hips. She opened 
her legs just enough to let me slid my hand between 
her legs to feel her nice wet pussy and satin panty 
pressing the fabric in to her. "What better place can 
we do it?"

"Oh! This is so new..." she sighed moving her hips as 
I caressed her pussy the panty becoming wet with her 
feminine juices. 

Rachel realized she was vulnerable to me now as I 
opened the dress. The plain simple white lace and 
satin bra and satin panty were sexy on her, almost a 
figurative symbol of her virginity. I slid my hand 
over the smooth V between her legs to fondle her pussy 
pressing the satin in to her warm wet womanhood, 
molesting her pulsing clit. I felt the heat of her 
arousal and excitement of her first time with another 
man. 

Slowly with gentle caressing of her swollen little 
clit, I fingered her pussy as we kissed. 

"Gentle, Scott... gentle, please... it's been too 
long..."

After a minute she was breathing hard as she lifted 
her hips, throwing her head back Rachel let out a 
sharp gasp and "Oh!" she came in a torrent of her 
feminine juices. I couldn't help but grin that I'd 
brought her to an orgasm so soon but seems she was 
already aroused by the fact that she knew she'd get 
laid out here in the woods. I drew the hand up to the 
waist band of the panty then slid it in and down to 
her warm wet pussy sliding my finger through the 
thatch of downy hair about her throbbing young 
womanhood. 

She sighed: "Ah, oh... yes, yes!"

Rachel's face was flushed from her exertions. She 
looked up at me through the tears in her eyes. I know 
she felt and was enjoying the feel of my hand on her 
womanhood. 

I caressed her pulsing clit wishing I could go down on 
her and eat her out right there; more than that, I 
wanted to just have the pleasure of fucking the hell 
out of this little beauty too. I began sliding my 
finger into her bringing a sigh from her as she gently 
moved her hips in rhythm to my strokes. 

This had to be the first time Rachel had been 
penetrated by another man this way; I eased my finger 
in to her nice and tight young womanhood – I couldn't 
help but also think of her as a young girl, a virgin; 
taking the girl for the first time. My finger slid in 
to her nicely lubricated pussy until I was all the way 
in then slowly slid it back, then in again and then 
set up a gentle caressing rhythm as I caressed her 
clit with my thumb. Soft moans and oooh's from Rachel 
told me she was enjoying what I was doing to her; she 
rocked her body back and forth and moved her hips with 
the fingering of her pussy. 

After another minute Rachel thrust her hips and with a 
sharp "Aaargh! Oh yesss!" she came a second time her 
juices flowing on to my hand. 

As I fingered her, Rachel reached over to feel and 
fondle my raging hard malehood. She grasped it through 
the pants material and began caressing it until I was 
afraid I'd lose it in a torrent of juice. I finally 
brought her off a third time her feminine juices 
coming in a stream that drained her. 

Rachel lay back catching her breath then said in a 
soft voice: "What – what you just did to me Scott was 
beautiful. I've never experienced that in all my life 
– my married life. I–I... love you for that... what 
you just did to me."

I suppose that should mark the beginning of our year 
and a half long affair. After a while we packed it up, 
I took her back to her car assuring no one we knew was 
there and I headed home. 

For the rest of the week I had trouble keeping mind on 
my work and not Rachel. I was like a love-sick 
teenager thinking about her and no one else but her. 

It was another weekend – but by mutual consent, we 
waited a week before meeting again. This time we met 
at another shopping center parking lot, and once again 
assuring no one else either of us knew was there then 
I made the drive back to the park and the grotto. She 
wore a white blouse and yellow skirt with the white 
pumps. 

I was like a horny eager teen ager as I laid her on 
the blanket, she giggled a bit as we kissed and sought 
each other's Eros zone; however I was careful not to 
leave any marks on her that Ken would see later. I 
opened her nice white linen sleeveless blouse, sliding 
my hand over her white satin bra and breast then moved 
the hand down to pull the yellow skirt up to her waist 
and the white satin panty and the wetness of her 
womanhood juices seeping with her arousal. 

"Gentle, Scott," she whispered in my ear as I kissed 
and caressed her breast. 

Slipping my hand inside her panty I slowly with slow 
tantalizing motions slid it over her aroused clit 
until she was nearly groaning with ecstasy: "Yes, 
Scott," she groaned in my ear as I fingered her clit 
until she came in a surge on to my hand: "Aaaaagh, 
yes!" As I fingered her clit I then slid it in to her 
nice tight young pussy sliding it back and forth 
fingering her clit with my thumb until she came a 
second time. 

"Oh, Scott, I want it – more, please..."

I wasn't that foggy with unbridled lust for this girl 
that I didn't know what she wanted at that moment – I 
wanted it just as much as she did. But a small spark 
of sanity told me this would not be the best place for 
us to take our mutual lust out on each other. 

Lifting my head to look at her glazed eyes, the look 
of satisfaction, I said: "Not here. Someplace where we 
can do it and do what we want with each other."

She nodded her head in agreement her chest heaving 
with her exertions she said in a hoarse voice: "I love 
you, Scott. I do. This is what I've needed."

Those four words fulfilled my desire for her. I said 
softly: "I love you too, Rachel."

However, after taking a moment to catch her breath 
Rachel did something unexpected: She turned to face me 
to unbutton my shirt and began kissing my chest and 
stomach as she slid her hand down my stomach to the 
belt, loosening it then undid my slacks until she 
freed my engorged malehood bull that was aching for 
the feel of her nice tight young pussy. 

She looked up at me with a sharp gleam in her very 
blue eyes. She held my throbbing cock in her small 
delicate hand then began sliding her hand up and down 
my hard thick shaft as she licked the head like a 
popsicle. 

She said between licks: "I–I... read about this in a 
book in the library the other day. It said that men 
like it when a woman does this to them. I – I've never 
done this before..."

That was a surprise I did not see coming. It turned 
out this girl was full of unexpected surprises. 

Then she placed her small mouth over the head of my 
cock and began to suck on me until after a few minutes 
I came in her mouth. To my surprise Rachel took almost 
all of it in swallowing my thick male cream. 

Before we had to part that day, I pulled her panty off 
to suck and lick and kiss her pussy, molesting her 
sweet little clit until she had another mind wrenching 
male induced orgasm which I know sealed her fate to 
me. 

After that day we had to be very careful where we met 
and for how long so as not to ally any suspicions that 
she was having an affair with me or anybody else for 
that matter. She would wait for Ken to leave for 
meetings or to the church before calling me at the 
house. Hearing her voice was enough to give me a hard-
on. A couple times – I don't know where she got the 
idea but she described how she'd like me to have sex 
and make love to her. 

It was on a Saturday morning several weeks later that 
Ken and the elders met for the twice monthly Saturday 
prayer breakfast at the church. I wasn't expecting the 
ringing of the doorbell as early as it was the next 
time we got together. Grumbling and cussing to myself 
I stumbled from the den through the living room to 
answer the door; I was nearly knocked off my feet by 
Rachel as she rushed in to the house tossing a small 
hand bag across the room. 

"You know what today is?" she said as I shoved the 
door shut flipping the lock, Rachel hanging on to me 
as I led her to the couch. 

"I hope this is Saturday," I said as I sat her down 
then sat beside her to take a good look at her now: a 
navy blue dress with small white dots and thin white 
piping at the short sleeves and collar, white vinyl 
belt with black panty hose and pumps. My breath was 
taken away. "God you look so – so beautiful."

"Thank you." At that point she all but threw herself 
on me. 

God, how can Ken be so stupid as to ignore this little 
minx? She is just too beautiful...

She stood up to twirl full around; I had a nice view 
of her now, the dress lifting almost to her waist the 
black tops of the panty hose and a little black lace 
string bikini shone as she whirled about, her long 
blonde hair flaring out with the dress. Now I knew 
this would be my chance to take this little fox and 
use her like I wanted. She fell back on to the sofa 
beside me. 

"Does this please you?" she asked as our mouths met in 
a long lingering kiss as I began to eagerly unbutton 
the dress. Seems she favored dresses or outfits that 
buttoned down the front, which suited me just fine. 

I held her for a moment then slid a hand over the 
small form of her breast fondling and caressing it 
feeling the small nub of her erect nipple pressing 
against the shear black lace bra and dress. I felt the 
buttons feeling it; the first three or four were 
already open as I began loosening the next one after 
those were undone I undid the belt. 

Within seconds we were deep in a passionate kiss I was 
busy unbuttoning the buttons of the dress. I reached 
the belt and loosened that the dress fell open giving 
me access to her breasts and hips. Rachel was wearing 
a sheer black tear drop lace nylon bra, the rose bud 
nipples of her breasts shone nicely through the thin 
nylon. 

"Take me, Scott, I'm yours now, please... you can have 
me."

I stopped long enough to make a stupid comment of: 
"Huh?"

It was obvious now she had joined me by stepping over 
that socially accepted line of taboos: after today we 
would be secret lovers. 

"I'm on the pill now. Ken doesn't know. I want you."

There was no comment necessary to that, I merely 
savored the site of the sheer black bra and the shadow 
of her hard erect rose bud nipples tenting the thin 
fabric. I had a hand on her breast fondling that full 
firm form; at the same time I fingered the small erect 
rose bud nub of her nipple with my forefinger. I slid 
my hand from the breast down to her waist and then 
under the waist band of the panty hose to fondle her 
wet pussy seeping her juices in anticipation for my 
cock sinking into her to take her and use her. 

She moaned softly with the feel of my fingers on her 
throbbing young pussy. 

It took me a few more minutes of kissing and feeling 
her up and finger fucking her before I laid her back 
on the sofa. We went at each other like two love sick 
teen agers anxious to get it on for the first time. 

I lowered myself onto her again and brought my lips to 
hers once more. I brought a hand up to cup one of her 
breasts. Her body jerked in response. I pulled my 
tongue from her mouth and lowered it to her turgid 
nipple. She sucked in a breath as I lapped at her 
sensitive nipple. My hand squeezed and caressed her 
breast and I felt her move in excitement. I moved my 
mouth to the other breast and worshiped that one as 
well. 

The touch of her tongue inside my mouth was 
electrifying as she pulled me down on to her. I lay 
between her legs, my hard thick malehood pressed 
against her throbbing womanhood. I began moving myself 
against her dry fucking her for a moment; Rachel 
responded with equal arousal moving her hips in rhythm 
with mine until she cried out: "Aaaaugh! Yes, yes, 
Scott ... please, I need to feel you in me now... Oh, 
I am ready!"

I kissed her down from her face, neck and breasts. I 
paused at her breasts once more to savor the feel and 
silkiness of her young sylvan body. I boosted myself 
up to a front leaning rest position to look down on 
the vision of beauty that was Rachel and I felt an 
animal arousal that was akin to blood lust. For the 
moment the thought that here was another man's wife 
willing to give herself to me; the minister's wife 
desperate for affection that a woman needs and the sex 
that keeps her happy. Just being married with children 
for many women isn't enough. 

"Scott, show me how to do it... how to really love."

I shook the thought from my mind. Here I had this 
beauty all to myself for now. 

I kissed her down her body to her waist and hips 
laving and literally worshiping this beauty. I paused 
at the waist band of the pantyhose and little string 
bikini. I kissed around the waist band, then shifting 
myself I began to kiss her waist where the waist band 
had been. 

There was no stopping me now as I pulled the panty 
hose down from her waist. I stopped for a moment to 
kiss back up to her neck and mouth. I pulled the panty 
hose and little panty from her tossing them aside. 
Rachel was now vulnerable to my male lust for her 
body. 

She was willing and I was ready; she wanted it then...

I looked up into her eyes as I pushed myself down her 
body. Her eyes got bigger as my mouth neared her 
throbbing pussy. My chin brushed her clit and she 
closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, yessss...!" Her pussy 
was swollen and her outer lips had furled like a 
flower. I dragged my tongue along the length of her 
slit and she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up 
her body. I pushed my tongue past her meaty lips and 
opened her up. I molested and ravaged her tender 
pussy.

Rachel cried out as her famine juices surged from her 
pussy, I felt the gush of moisture wash over my tongue 
and I savored the tangy-sweetness; her juices flowed 
on to my tongue; god, her juices were almost as tangy-
sweet as a virgin's. 

I extended my tongue and pushed it in probing her 
sweet tightness elucidating another cry of pure 
ecstasy. 

I did this for a while; she reached down and ran her 
fingers through my hair. I had a feeling that if I 
stopped she would grab hold and push my face back into 
her. I saw that her tender clitoris had swelled and 
was peeking out from under its little hood. I swept my 
tongue up and took a swipe at the tender nub sending 
an electrifying shock through her. Rachel cried out 
again, her juices flowing on to my tongue. 

I stopped, her juices dripping from my chin and looked 
up at her. Her eyes stared back with a wild intensity. 
She pushed down on my head and I chuckled at her 
insistence. Her small delicate hands were tangled in 
my hair. 

I resumed my probing and licked her clit; she moaned 
as if trying to buck me off. I held on to her hips and 
did my best to hold my tongue on the tender nub of her 
clit. I felt her thighs open and close and her stomach 
muscles tightened. I knew she was nearing another 
orgasm on impulse I pulled away. She stared at me 
wildly and her mouth worked silently. I pulled myself 
up, loosened my pants, freeing my engorged cock 
placing it at her throbbing opening. Her mouth opened 
she dragged in a breath. 

"Gentle, Scott... please, oh! Don't hurt me... it's... 
it's been too long..."

My cock touched the tenderness of her opening, it was 
nice and moist, she was ready for me to take her, to 
possess her, use her for my own pleasure, she was mine 
to use as I wanted. 

I slowly pushed my cock into her penetrating her as I 
lowered my cum sweet mouth to hers making her taste 
her own pussy juices. Rachel moaned as I penetrated 
her, she was now mine. She was nice and tight – almost 
virgin tight. 

Rachel's pussy was nice and tight, forcing my cock in 
to her wetness was like slipping my hand in to a tight 
glove; she thrust her hips begging me to go deeper in 
to her; her pussy was nice and tight – tight as a 
virgin's. I steadily slid myself in to her, Rachel 
gasped as I went deeper, her pussy gripping me as if 
in desperate need to feel a male, any male inside her. 
She needed what I had and was willing to let me have 
what I wanted. I reached the depth of her pussy then 
slowly drew back, then thrust forward; I slowly thrust 
in and out of her tightness; the girl letting me savor 
the feel of my malehood inside her that morning. 

God, I couldn't get over how good and sweet she felt, 
her pussy was so nice to fuck. 

"Oh, sweet heart you are so nice and tight," I told 
her between my own sounds of male lust and desire for 
this beauty. "You're going to be my little Miss Nice 
and Tight, aren't you?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Rachel cried as she thrust her hips, my 
cock burying itself deep inside her with each thrust. 

"You'll come when I call," I told her as I paused for 
a breath my cock deep inside her tightness. 

"Yes! Use me, Scott! I'm yours," she cried gripping me 
harder. "Please let me be yours! I need you!"

I thrust in and out of her, she moaned loudly as I 
went in deep with each thrust. Then, on impulse, 
something I did this to a couple girls, it about drove 
then over the edge nuts: I pulled out of Rachel before 
cumming in her. 

"No!" Rachel screeched at me and pulled on my arm, 
trying to get me back in her. "Don't leave me like 
this, Scott!" She pleaded. 

I rose up on my knees with a wicked grin then to her 
astonishment I pulled my pants up. She looked at me in 
disbelief until I reached down, slipped my hands under 
her lithe body, scooped her off the sofa and carried 
her back to the bed room. 

Laying Rachel across the bed, her legs over the edge 
of the bed I merely grinned evilly at her as I opened 
the dress baring her body to my gaze once more; I 
moved down her body, my mouth on her pussy again. I 
did my best to tease and prolong her cumming. I licked 
and prodded all of her sensitive parts and reached up 
and played with her breasts feeling the erotic 
silkiness of the little bra as I tongued her. In less 
than a minute, she reached down and slammed my face 
into her cunt as she screamed: "Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Her body flailed about and I held on for dear life. 
Her back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even 
harder. 

I felt her body give off a few more shudders as she 
took in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened 
and finally released their death grip on my hair. 
"Aaaagh, oooh, Scott... Yes! Yes!"
	
I quickly undid my pants again, my cock still steel 
spike hard I forcefully thrust it into her. Rachel 
cried out as I took her a second time thrusting in and 
out with the force of a trip-hammer. Finally we both 
came together in a torrent of cum. I did something 
that always seemed on the thin edge of erotic, I'd 
done it a couple times with my lover Sophia, I slipped 
my hand down between us to Rachel's pussy to get a dab 
of our juices on my fingers and hold it to Rachel's 
lips. She looked at me a minute knowing what I wanted 
her to do. With a weak smile she licked the co-mingled 
sperm from my fingers. 

"Sweet and salty tasting," she said in a soft voice 
licking my finger again then slid her tongue around 
her lips tasting the cum. 

We finished undressing and went to take a shower 
together, something that she had never done with Ken. 
Later that day I couldn't help think that Ken had 
missed out on the best times of his marriage with 
Rachel. 

We showered and soaped each other down; I had the 
fabulous time of soaping down this beauty's flawless 
body. I fondled her breasts and pussy until she had 
another orgasm. After a few minutes we finished got 
out of the shower grabbed towels and began to dry each 
other; once again, on impulse I picked her up to carry 
her back to the bed room. I laid her across the bed, 
my cock was once more hard and thick and I was ready 
to take her again. 

When we finished, and cleaned up again we lay across 
the rumbled bed in each other's arms. Rachel lay 
across my chest for a moment then she said quietly: "I 
needed that, Scott."

I said kissing her face: "So did I."

Looking at me a moment she said: "Scott, I – I have 
never been... Ken never made love to me like that. I–
I... never knew a man could love me like this."

I reassured her: "I'm all yours sweetheart. Anytime."

She finally got up opened the small bag she'd brought 
along to take out a blue skirt and white blouse, and 
white panty and plain white bra; once more the demure 
wife of the local Pastor. 

For the next couple Sundays we avoided each other at 
church like the Plague – never mind any other plague. 
The last Sunday I was once more taking over the junior 
high class and demonstrating some facts to them on the 
white board when I noticed Rachel peeking in on me. I 
gave her a sly wink which she returned and continued 
down the hall way. Somehow the kids missed it all. And 
to think I can hold their attention that well? What a 
thought.


III

Friday evening that week as I was preparing to finish 
uploading some data on my computer to where I work the 
phone rang: Frank Miles from church and Property 
Committee. 

"Yeah, Scott, Frank, ya know we have that project at 
church tomorrow – Anyway, there's some work to be done 
at the parsonage: Do ya know how to drain and clean 
out hot water heaters?"

"Sure, I've done mine and a couple neighbors. "The one 
neighbor that instantly came to mind was my widowed 
neighbor Janice – a blonde fox. Janice had lost her 
husband to a heart attack a couple years ago and had 
been in a depressed mood most of the year. I finally 
pulled her out of it one weekend when I was helping 
her with some yard work and her lawn sprinkler system. 
God she was nice.

"Well instead, can ya take care of the Pastor's hot 
water heater tomorrow?"

Bingo! "Yeah no problem." And take care of something 
else too while I'm there. 

I arrived at the house just after Ken left for the 
church and the weekly Elder's meeting. They'd be 
working with the Property Committee later I suppose. 
The garage door was open and I knocked on the door 
that led in to the kitchen. There was no immediate 
answer so I opened the door to look in. I walked into 
the living room and the head of the stairs to the 
upstairs and called: "Rachel?"

There was a moment of silence before she answered: 
"Scott? Up here, bedrooms go ahead down to the 
basement."

The sounds of the children chattering and Rachel's 
sweet voice with the kids could be heard from the bed 
rooms. Now there was something missing from my life – 
a mother and children. 

Then I guess it was the oldest one, the girl that 
asked: "Who that, Mommy?"

"One of the men from church to fix the hot water 
heater. You want hot water for bathes, right?"

"Yup."

That dampened my ideas for some time alone with 
Rachel. 

I shrugged and headed down to the basement. The next 
thing that was on my mind was having time to screw 
Rachel but the kids almost put that on the side. As I 
was draining the hot water I heard the front door 
open, another woman's voice, the children and Rachel. 
The other woman's voice sounded familiar I tried 
placing where I'd heard her before or where. Then the 
woman left with the children. Okay, that solves that 
problem, back to my original idea. 

I flushed the tank out and started refilling it when I 
heard Rachel descending the stairs to the basement. I 
had settled back on a couple old mattresses lying 
close by as the tank was refilling. The whole process 
didn't take that long except the draining and 
refilling parts. 

I looked back toward the door to see Rachel standing 
there back lighted by the light from the other side of 
the basement. She was a vision of beauty, the light 
silhouetting her lithe young body through a long sheer 
cream colored gown with white lace frosting; her nice 
small pert breasts full and firm, the dusky dark 
areoles showing off her nice erect pink nipples 
tenting the bodice of the gown, the shadow of a tiny 
string bikini panty and the faint shadow of the 
triangle of golden thatch of hair between her legs; 
her long golden hair cascading down her back nearly to 
her waist; my gaze traveling down her lithe form to 
the white sandal heels she wore. 

My breath was taken away by this sight of divine 
beauty. 

Needless to say I had a hard-on in less than two 
seconds that was suddenly aching like hell and I 
wanted this little beauty in the worse way. 

"Like it?" she asked sultrily then slowly twirled 360 
to show me the gown and herself. "Do I please you?"

I barely chocked out: "Yes. Oh god you are so 
beautiful..."

Crossing the room in slow strides Rachel paused beside 
the mattresses where I was sitting while the tank 
refilled and the gas jets reheated the water. Lifting 
the gown she knelt beside me; we threw our arms about 
each other kissing, I began with slow motions of my 
hands to feel her up, my one hand cupping a breast the 
other grasping her back; after a moment we tumbled 
back on the mattress. 

Rachel had become a quick learner, reading those "how-
to" sex books at the library, I don't know but she 
began kissing me about the face and then the neck 
leaving a decent hicky on my neck then my chest. I 
kissed her about the face and then her chest and then 
her breasts, leaving several love marks where I was 
certain Ken would not see them, only Rachel would see 
them later. 

Sliding my other hand along her side I gathered the 
gown up to her waist to slip the hand between her 
legs, she gasped as my hand slid over her pulsing 
moist pussy and clit that was erect and hard and 
begging to feel the penetration of her pussy. Rather, 
I played with her for a moment prolonging her pleasure 
before taking her. 

I finally slipped my hand down inside the scanty 
little panty to her clit and pussy; I slipped a finger 
in to her throbbing wet pussy to slowly finger fuck 
her until she had a multiple orgasm. 

"Fuck me, Scott," she breathed. "Please, darling, fuck 
me," she said, as if she had to actually beg for me to 
do so. I hesitated for only a second. I never would 
have guessed she knew the words, but I shrugged it off 
as she stared up at me. Kissing my way back, I bent 
upward, kneeling on the mattress I pulled the little 
panty from her, Rachel was now once more vulnerable to 
my lust and desire for her womanhood. I said as I 
stuffed the little panty in a pocket. I was between 
her splayed legs as I leaned down to her pussy. 

She closed her eyes and feeling my lips press against 
the outside of her pussy lips. My tongue slipped 
inside the folds and circled her clit. I slowly moved 
my tongue down her slit and into her hole, then back 
up to her clit. Before long I pushed a finger inside 
her. Rachel grabbed my head pulling me in tighter to 
her pussy as I licked and sucked on her. 

I know she had been making the usual "mmmmm" and 
"oooo" sounds reaching higher in octave until it was 
almost a scream. I was aware that her moans were 
louder than usual but I wanted her pussy until she 
finally cam, her juices surged onto my tongue and into 
my mouth. 

I moved up to kiss her, fondling her breasts and 
pinching her nipples. My cock, hard again, was 
pulsating against my thigh. I started to reach between 
her legs to guide myself into her pussy, but I stopped 
for a moment, prolonging her yearning for me. 

I could feel the girl's heat of wanton desire and lust 
radiating from her as I held her pussy with my hand. 

"Not yet," I whispered loosened my pants freeing my 
engorged malehood bull. I rubbed the head of my 
malehood against her tender clit until she grabbed me 
and cam again. 

I felt a sudden pang of guilt, here I was about to 
fuck the minister's wife in the parsonage. How he had 
never caught on, was beyond me. But those beautiful 
blue eyes stared up at me, pleading with me to take 
her, use her, ravage her body, have my way with her; 
Rachel was mine to take and use whenever I wanted her. 

"I am yours, darling. I need you..." she told me 
breathless as I positioned myself above her, the 
engorged head of my cock touching, then probing her 
wetness, then slipping in just enough to bring a gasp 
of pleasure from her. "I – I want to feel you all the 
way inside me!"

I mentally shook myself my engorged cock was primed 
and ready for this beauty. 

"Ssssh, just relax and enjoy it, sweet heart."

Rachel's legs where spread wide as I guided my steel-
hard cock in to the sweetest pussy I'd had until then. 
Rachel moaned as the tip of my member first touched 
her pussy then I slowly guided myself inward, into her 
nice and tight wet pussy; I went into her slowly 
enjoying the feel of her nice tight pussy. Once I was 
inside of her, I leaned downward to kiss her breasts 
again as I slowly drew outward, being sure not to 
withdraw totally. 

Rachel sighed with the pleasing feeling of my hard 
thick malehood thrusting in to her. 

She then put her arms around my neck, and hers legs 
around my waist. As I kissed her lips once again she 
began to buck her hips wildly; she racked my back with 
her finger nails. I moved with her motions as well we 
pounded each other, hard with each quick thrust. We 
both groaned, and moaned, as we pleasured one another. 

This is what she wanted. 

"Auuhh! Auuuuuuhhhhhh! Oh, yes!" she panted, as I 
continued to fuck her, relentless. She squeezed my 
hips with her thighs as I thrust my cock deep into her 
womanhood. I could feel my lips curl as a low, primal 
growl escaped my lips. I began to grunt with every 
thrust, like an animal. It was so wild, so barbaric, 
and so enjoyable. I didn't even need to concentrate on 
the motions, we were so fluid together. She began to 
scream, and soon so did I. After a few minutes of 
this, I felt the pressure return. Without warning, I 
released my load, letting it flow into her. I 
struggled to continue fucking as the explosion of 
pleasure ripped across my body. Rope after rope of my 
creamy male cum flowed in to her pussy. 

After another few seconds, I felt her slow and arch 
her back, screaming in segments as she did as she 
climaxed as well. Finally I collapsed on top of her, 
our sweaty but cold flesh meeting; her damp hair lay 
in a tangled bunch about her angelic face. We were 
unable to breath, unable to speak but were simply 
content as we were for the moment until we regained 
our composure. 

After a minute or two I climbed off of her to lay 
beside her. We both stared up at the ceiling for what 
seemed like an eternity then we began to laugh. 

I sat up to look down into her bright sharp blue eyes: 
"No regrets." 
	
Rachel shook her head. "No regrets."	 

An hour later I finally left the parsonage and drove 
over to the church to see what they'd accomplished – 
nothing. Figuratively I'd done more that morning than 
they did inside of an hour and a half. 


IV

Our secret love affair and romance lasted nearly a 
year and a half. We were careful to meet places that 
we were certain no one from the church or neighbors 
frequented. I bought her one of those "pay-as-you-go" 
cell phones so there was really nothing in her name. 
That's how we called each other – or, as the kids do – 
text messaged each other. That meant freedom to her. 

One Wednesday morning a couple weeks later Rachel 
dropped a neat bombshell on me that took the wind out 
of me but also answered a serious question of the 
voice of the woman I'd heard the Saturday morning I 
cleaned the hot water heater: 

"Aunt Marg."

It took a few seconds to sink into my foggy brain then 
it was like she dumped a bucket of ice water on me, I 
said: "Margret Wallace, Council Secretary?"

"My Aunt." Rachel lay beside me in bed, her body naked 
but she held the blanket about her. She slid her hand 
down me until she touched my cock which quickly 
stiffened a second time. "She knows and doesn't care. 
She really doesn't think that much of Ken anyway. Too 
stodgy for her likes. She said anytime we want to get 
together like this, she's more than happy to watch the 
kids for me. "

At that point something told me I was going to owe 
Aunt Marg a huge favor. 

A couple weeks later it was my turn to mow the 
parsonage lawn. I felt like a kid anticipating a date 
with his steady girlfriend: in fact, it just about was 
like that. I arrived at the parsonage in mid-morning 
backed the truck in to the driveway and unloaded the 
mower. Supposedly Ken had a mower the other's used 
when they took care of the lawn but I'm one of those 
who'd rather use their own equipment. 

I went through the garage to let Rachel know I was 
there, the door left open by Ken when he left to go to 
the church. 

"I know," she called from the back of the house, "I 
heard your truck when you backed in the driveway."

Oops, no sneaking up on her I suppose...

I did the front, little better than half the size of a 
postage stamp, if you know what I mean then turned on 
the sprinklers and headed to the back yard. 

I stopped short in starting the mower when Rachel 
stepped out on to the patio. Definitely I smiled. 
Rachel paused just outside the patio door to show off 
to me her new summer outfit – just for me: Short-
shorts and a halter top – The shorts were definitely 
short, a nice powder blue; the halter top white, but 
little better than a bikini bra that showed off her 
nice small breasts the nipples hard, tenting the soft 
cotton material. 

I had an instant hard-on quicker than it took me to 
start the mower. But I let go of the brake handle 
killing the engine when she crossed the patio to me 
and we exchanged a long lingering passionate kiss. 

"Later," she breathed in to my mouth. 

She turned away and I could see the distinct outline 
of her nice little bikini panty through the tight 
fitting shorts. 

God she looks too good for words – she has the body 
that'd bankrupted the English language. 

Watching Rachel as she cleaned the weeds and debris 
from the flower beds I almost ran in to one of the 
flower beds, a tree, and a bush. At one point I could 
see Rachel laughing at me; I was acting like a school 
boy watching the most gorgeous, desirable, popular 
girl in school; that was Rachel. God I want her.

Rachel worked her way across the yard to the far 
corner secluded by trees and bushes. I finished after 
a short time and followed her over to the corner. 
Rachel was kneeling on the ground tugging at some 
stubborn weeds as I approached her. I suddenly had a 
wild idea: I'd pretend or act like an intruder and 
forcefully take her and rape her. She was always game 
for something new in our love making. 

I had a nice hard-on all morning just thinking about 
her and what I'd do to her when I got the chance this 
morning. 

I approached her as quietly as possible then stooping 
down I grabbed her about the waist and put a hand over 
her mouth to silence her. 

"Ssssh, lady. No use struggling. Just give in and 
accept what's inevitable."

Rachel had the idea. She pleaded through my hand: "No, 
no please ... don't do this to me..."

I turned her around to put my mouth over hers to 
muffle her faked cries as I forced her on to her back. 
I held her down holding her arms above her head by her 
wrists I had a piece of wash line rope I used – when I 
thought about it – to tie rose bushes, bushes – back 
when mowing; got the idea from a neighbor – to tie 
Rachel's arms above her head. We had fallen to the 
ground close to a small tree. I slipped one end over a 
wrist, looped it around the tree trunk and tied off 
the other wrist. She looked up at me as I was doing 
this to her with genuine fear; she rocked her head 
back and forth in an attempt to tell me: No!

I slid my hand down between her legs that she was 
attempting to keep together as I molested her 
womanhood; it was wet with her arousal and excitement 
of what I was doing to her. Literally I was fulfilling 
a long held fantasy of raping a girl. I knelt between 
her legs to keep them spread apart, then with a casual 
motion drew my hand back to the waist band unbuttoning 
the waist band, pulled the zipper down and worked her 
shorts and little blue lace string panty off of her. 
She did a good job pretending to try and struggle free 
of the rope; she was actually enjoying what I was 
doing to her. 

I managed to get the shorts and little blue panty off 
her tossing them aside then I forced her to spread her 
legs as I loosened my pants freeing my engorged cock. 

"Nnnooo!" she cried as I probed her wet young pussy 
with my cock, savoring the feel of her nice tight 
throbbing love hole. 

"Yes, yeah, nice and tight... yeah, I'm going to enjoy 
this..." I told her huskily, my voice a low gravely 
growl as I forcefully penetrated her body with my hard 
thick cock. 

With the force of a steel bar being driven in to her 
womanhood I forced my cock in to her driving it in to 
the hilt. As I did this to her, it was like I was 
raping her, something I sometimes fantasized about 
until the day I finally did fuck her. 

Rachel rocked her head back and forth as I thrust in 
to her then drew back and thrust in again. I fucked 
her with all the intensity of a rapist as I ravaged 
her and used her that morning. Suddenly I came in hard 
thick ropes of creamy cum filling her with ropes of my 
creamy male cum just as she thrust back at me and came 
in a searing climax; but I wasn't through with her 
yet, I took her a second time filling her with more of 
my cum. 

I lay atop her for a moment getting my breath back. 
Rachel looked up at me with a smile, her hair tasseled 
from her struggles against me. I said with a chuckle: 
"You enjoyed that."

Rachel gave me a frown that turned back to a smile as 
I moved off her, she said as I freed her of her bonds, 
batting at my shoulder: "You did but I was the one on 
the bottom. My butt's sore!"

She gave me a kiss as she picked up her shorts and 
panty, pulled the shorts back on, the panty was soaked 
with her feminine juices then went back to the house. 
Half way across the yard she looked back at me with a 
knowing smile and saucy wink then went inside. I 
finished up, loaded the mower and tools back in the 
truck and took off home. 

The two Saturday mornings I was at the house were the 
only two times I fucked Rachel at the house. Usually 
during the middle of the week she would slip over to 
my place for a couple hours in which time I would have 
my wish to fuck the hell out of her; or, I'd take her 
out somewhere where it was remote and we'd make out 
like a couple love sick teens and fuck like rabbits. 

The holidays that year, especially Christmas was a 
downer for both of us but we managed to work around 
it. Rather I spent that time with Sophia who'd been 
busy with work until that weekend which was alright 
with me. That was a long weekend and we spent most of 
it in bed just screwing and having fun. Yet, I missed 
Rachel and seemed to see Rachel in Sophia as I was 
screwing her. 

I saw Rachel at the Christmas church services and was 
hooked in to the Sunday School Christmas service. That 
suited me on the short end, Rachel helped with the 
music parts, I was stuck coaching the kids on their 
various lines. What mattered in the long run, I was 
able to be with Rachel. 

After that Rachel and I did not see each other until 
the second week of January and all the muss and fuss 
of the holidays was past. But the best was Valentine's 
Day...

Valentine's Day fell on a Friday. Ken was in 
Minneapolis at a synod convention. I took definite 
advantage of the situation to make things very special 
for Rachel. It cost me a small fortune but was worth 
the plastic I spent on her. I told Rachel when Ken 
announced to the congregation a couple Sundays before 
he'd be in Minneapolis that weekend, I had special 
plans for her for Valentine's Day. She was thrilled 
that I was going to surprise her with everything -- to 
include the white coach and six white horses. The 
white coach was a limousine. I almost missed leasing 
the limo – seems there was a run on limousines that 
year. Any VIP's coming to town that day was stuck: 
either get a taxi, rent a car – or walk! 

To make things easier, Rachel brought everything over 
to my house early in the afternoon, I would have liked 
to have picked her up at her house but technically 
that would have been out of the question – nosey 
neighbors by the dozens. 

When she arrived with a large clothes bag and a travel 
cosmetics case that afternoon, I wanted to feel her up 
as she stopped to kiss me and lay her there on the 
living room floor, but she gave me a quick peck on the 
cheek and kiss and said: "Later, tiger – I have a 
surprise for you."
	
Tiger? I made a low growl in my throat at the thought 
of what the surprise would be. 

She changed in the spare bed room to surprise me. She 
surprised me alright – a pink and pearl white 
strapless gown, white strappy heels, and faux-gold 
necklace and bracelet; a faux-gold hair clasp held her 
long golden hair in place. She had a white crocheted 
shawl that she wore over her shoulders. I had to be 
careful what I bought her so Ken wouldn't figure out 
some other guy was doing his wife instead of him. I 
had a card and small gift – taking her out like this 
was gift enough for her. 

In the meantime as she was preparing herself for this 
evening I put romantic music CD's on the CD player to 
set the mood. 

Shortly Rachel emerged from the room. I lost my breath 
for a moment as she stepped out of the room in the 
gown. My cock was hard in an instant. With shaking 
hands I pinned a small bouquet of pink baby orchards 
on her. The perfume was an intoxicating bouquet that 
had my head spinning. 

Promptly at five, ten minutes after we were both 
ready, Rachel the vision of beauty and radiance, the 
limousine arrived. The chauffer rang the doorbell, I 
opened it: "Your limousine is ready, sir."

Rachel placed the shawl over her head to protect her 
hair from the slight wind. 

I stepped out the door with Rachel on my arm, the 
chauffer walked ahead to open the back of the door of 
the car. He held the door for us as I helped Rachel in 
to the car. I got in, the door was closed and we were 
off. The driver had the full agenda for tonight – and 
so did every other limousine service in town have 
every body's agenda that night. 

There was a bottle of chilled wine in the back in the 
small wet bar. I poured Rachel a small amount of the 
wine. The only wine she ever had was communion wine, 
so she knew what it was like. We arrived at the 
restaurant which already had limousines parked in the 
waiting area, the drivers probably comparing notes on 
their clients that night. 
 
In short, the dinner was elegant, with wine by candle 
light. There was dancing which she enjoyed never 
having danced since she was in school. We were like a 
couple of high school lovers out of a fifties movie, 
slow dancing cheek to cheek. Later I took her to 
another place I knew then cruised the town for a bit 
before we finally headed back to my place. 

The driver drove us around town for a while, Rachel 
and I enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. We kissed 
and felt each other up, at one point she got brave; 
probably from the wine she'd been drinking, to place 
her hand on my engorged cock to fondle me. I slipped 
my hand under her dress to slide my hand along her leg 
feeling and savoring the silky smoothness of her 
stocking clad legs. 

I was turned on and horny to the point I'd probably 
laid her right there in the car and fucked the hell 
out of her, which at other times I've done to her when 
the mood hits me. 

We arrived and I gave the driver a hefty tip for the 
night and led Rachel to the door. I opened the door, 
pausing to give her a passionate kiss holding her 
about her slender waist with my hands. 

"Mmm, thank you, Scott," she said softly in to my 
mouth as I turned to start the CD player and the 
romantic mood music instantly began playing. 

"You deserved the best evening ever, sweet heart," I 
said holding her close, her breasts pressed against my 
chest. 

We slow danced about the living room for a moment, 
Rachel's head resting on my shoulder. 

We stopped to kiss; I kissed her long and 
passionately, our tongues entwined in a sensuous dance 
of love and passion. I led her toward the sofa pushing 
her down on to the sofa. We kissed long and 
passionately, feeling each other up which she enjoyed 
as I slipped my hand down the front of the dress to 
fondle her breasts, the nipples nice and hard. Rachel 
fondled my hard thick malehood then opened the zipper 
to slip her hand in to feel its hardness. 

"Mine," she said in a near whisper squeezing it a 
little harder for emphasis. 

I moved my hand from her breasts down to the hem of 
the gown, pulling it up in a rustle of silk and satin 
slowly sliding my hand along her legs, the feel of the 
sheer white thigh high nylon stockings wasa turn on as 
I slipped my hand between her legs to the moistness of 
her silk covered pussy. As I caressed her moistness 
she moved her hips in rhythm with my hand movements. 

I said after a moment: "Mine."

"I am yours," she whispered as I laid her down on the 
sofa her head resting on an oversized cushion pillow, 
her golden hair lay in a golden fan about her head. 
Pushing the dress up to her hips I grasped the waist 
band of the little panty to deftly pull it from her 
hips down her legs tossing it on the coffee table. She 
smiled spreading her legs inviting me to take her and 
use her. I lifted myself to loosen the pants freeing 
my engorged malehood. 

"Yours," I said as I pressed the swollen head against 
her pussy to moisten it then with a deft movement 
penetrated her. 

"Yes!" she moaned with a sigh as I slid in to her nice 
and tight young pussy. 

I began thrusting in and out of her with long slow 
motions then, with a cry and groan of ecstasy and 
mutual satisfaction we cam together, I filled her nice 
tight young pussy with rope after rope of creamy male 
juices. 

That night we slept together for the first time in our 
brief love affair. After that whenever the opportunity 
afforded itself, we would make love and sleep 
together. 

Then sometime near April the following year Rachel 
with the women's group were invited by the Synod to a 
Woman's Seminar session upstate at a sister 
congregation. With luck, her cousin, Marge's daughter 
lived up there. I couldn't believe that she decided we 
could later meet up there at a motel. And I wasn't 
about to turn her down either...

She lay beside me in bed as we basked in the afterglow 
of our lovemaking: I'd fucked her twice that Wednesday 
morning, Rachel enjoying what I did to her on these 
secret rendezvous. She sat up leaning on an arm 
looking down at me, her long golden hair forming a 
tent over my face. She said: 

"I'll just tell them I'll be visiting my cousin Janice 
for the weekend after the seminar. Truthfully we 
haven't really seen each other for a couple years. 
I'll visit Janice for a couple hours then I'll meet 
you at a motel nearby."

Couldn't argue with that idea. 

When I got the room I text messaged her with the 
information. A short time later I received a message 
back she'd be there in a couple hours. In that time I 
got ready for her. Almost two hours later I got a text 
message, Rachel was here. A few minutes later there 
was a light knock at the door then there was the sound 
of the magnetic ID key card sliding through the card 
reader then she entered. 

The instant I heard the knock and the card being slid 
through the card reader I was at the door to meet her. 
I cautiously opened the door to see my Love standing 
there smiling at me, in a brief second my eyes swept 
over her figure dressed in a conservative black skirt 
and matching jacket, black stockings, and strappy 
heels. I opened the door to let her in. 

Rachel slipped in to the room dropping her purse and a 
small carry bag beside the door. We looked into each 
other's eyes for a moment, and I glided through her 
thoughts and knew that she was thinking the same thing 
I was. We wanted each other and knew we only had 
tonight. We held each other body to body as I loosened 
the buttons of the jacket then slipped the jacket from 
her arms to reveal a sheer black silk bra; her slight 
figure in my arms again, her nice small full firm 
breasts pressed in to my chest as she kissed me with 
her tongue probing not just my tongue but also my most 
inner sexual thoughts for her. 

She reached up to pull my hair lightly, I moaned so 
quietly, trying not to moan loud to let her know I was 
hard with passion and lust for her already. 

Of course Rachel knew me through her fingers her touch 
and her eyes, she read my body like it was a diary 
that someone had found and took the time to read every 
single word. 

She touched and caressed my chest and I felt like I 
had fallen into a cloud of desire, with no coming 
back. 

I knew for the past year this woman possessed an 
instable craving for me and sex, as I felt her 
enthusiasm and zeal through her beating, racing heart 
beat against my chest. 

We moved onto the bed and she grabbed me and held me 
close, and I told her how beautiful she was, and how I 
had never felt like this until we got to know and love 
one another as passionate Lovers so many months ago. 

Our mouths met, our tongues met seeking each other 
then we danced, our bodies were entangled in an 
aphrodisiac from our sexual wants and needs; I 
gathered the skirt up to her waist to slid my hand 
between her legs down to the wetness of her pulsing 
pussy. 

"God, Scott I almost couldn't wait another hour for 
this," she told me between kisses. "I needed you last 
night ... I had to do it to myself..."

"Truth be known, sweetheart, I couldn't wait and did 
it too..." I confessed as I pulled her on top of me, 
her breasts pressed to my chest her legs spread to 
either side of my hips. 

The motel room was cool but I was feverish, and it 
felt almost tropical, we finally shed our clothes, 
Rachel sighed with the ecstasy as I slid the little 
black silk string panty from her. Rachel always 
enjoyed the sensuous feeling as I pulled her panties 
from her waist, savoring the moment I would slid my 
hand over her throbbing wet pussy and molest her 
sensitive little clit until she came, her womanhood 
juices flowing on to my fingers. 

She felt my steel hard cock pressed against her 
womanhood that was wet with her excitement and 
arousal; at this moment there was no stopping, we 
started to do what we love to do, she gave me a most 
wonderful blowjob, she looked into my eyes and I knew 
she wanted to reciprocate and give me what I always 
desired from her – the tangy-sweetness of her 
womanhood juices. We sucked and licked and kissed and 
loved each other's body like it was our last date 
before our world collapsed. 

"Take me, Scott," she begged me in a breathless tone 
thrusting her hips at me wanting to feel me inside her 
again. 

I said in a soft tone, the words sensuous as I knelt 
between Rachel's legs my hard thick malehood jutting 
out from me straight at her nice and tight womanhood. 
I guided my cock towards her wetness and pushed in 
penetrating that nice and tight wet sweetness. I 
grounded my hips into her and felt her whole body 
shudder as I went deep in to her bringing a low moan 
of pleasure from her. Sweat ran from her chest and 
face onto the bed; she was moaning like a wild animal. 
I loved every minute of it, my engorged cock slid in 
and out of her tightness. 

To that end we rode each other fiercely, tumultuously, 
wildly... 

I pushed up on my arms and groaned: "Oh my god, I am 
going to cum, Rachel!" 

She pulled me down closer to her face, so she could 
see me clearly as she ground her teeth and moaned 
through her throat and finally, she came; her juices 
mingling with mine as I filled her with ropes of my 
thick male cream. 

I continued to push myself into her, reaching between 
us I fingered her swollen clit fast and then teasing 
her, then faster until I exploded in her pussy a 
second time, Rachel held me close wrapping her arms 
tightly about me: I groaned with the ecstasy as I shot 
rope after rope of my thick creamy male juices in to 
Rachel. 

Just as I shot my load of male cream in to Rachel she 
came with a muffled cry, her body arching, pushing 
against mine, she cam in multiple orgasms her juices 
mingling with mine. 

"Yes, yes, Scott this is what I need... don't stop... 
I – I'm yours tonight. Yours," she whispered hoarsely, 
her words breathless in my ear. 
	
After a little while, as we snuggled together, our 
naked bodies pressed together once again, though this 
time in love only, and no longer lust. I noted as 
Rachel began to breathe in a normal smooth manner 
again, as she had when I had first awoken her. As she 
slept, using my bare chest as a pillow, I pulled a 
cover over us, and shut my eyes as well, falling into 
the deepest, best, most well-earned and well-deserved 
sleep in a long time. 

We made love three more times that night in to the 
next day before leaving. With some regrets and tears 
Rachel went back to her well-ordered life and I back 
to my routine. 


V

That next summer was one of unbridled love and romance 
for us. We met as often as we could with the able 
assistance of Aunt Marg. 

Like I said I owed Aunt Marg one helluva big favor out 
of this situation. 

It would seem that our secret love affair would go on 
at least a while longer but it didn't. We were both 
wise enough to be prepared to break it off if 
necessary and we had to. I had to take Frank's place 
at the regular monthly Council meeting; there was a 
lot on the agenda that night and finally, when New 
Business came around Ken made the announcement that he 
was on the list for a church down in Kansas needing to 
replace its pastor who was finally retiring after 
thirty some years. I had to conceal my surprise then 
sadness which meant Rachel may be leaving. 

Of course Ken kept the congregation up to date on the 
situation which did lead to his taking the position. 
Nevertheless, Rachel and I had to still be cautious 
and keep our affair hidden. We met several more times 
at various places during the week or on Saturday. Then 
Ken made the trip to the other church which was 
located in Wichita, Kansas; he stayed Sunday to do the 
Sunday service then drive back. For some reason rather 
than fly there to make it a short turn around, he 
drove which meant almost a week there and back. In 
that time Rachel and I made the most of the time to 
get together. 

Friday that week we decided would be our last time and 
we made the most of it, we went to a motel for the 
night. 

Then there was the final Sunday they were there and 
then gone the following week. I didn't realize what a 
loss it would be after nearly eighteen months of 
passion and love with Rachel but I pined for her like 
a love sick teen: I wanted her back but that would 
never happen. 

Ken and Rachel had been gone a less than a month, the 
interim Pastor Terry Kelly was filling in until the 
new Pastor could be selected when during the post-
service coffee and donuts – nobody could accuse this 
bunch of eating healthy on a Sunday morning--Marg 
Wallace stopped close to me and said in a very quiet 
tone: "Scott, need to talk to you – outside if you 
don't mind."

Huh? Now what did I do? I was about to find out. 

We greeted a couple people as we stepped outside, then 
Marg looked around to assure no one was in ear-shot. 
She said: "I thought you should know – Rachel is 
pregnant."

That was worth a double dose of: Huh? I damned near 
dropped my coffee cup. 

Marg calmly sipped her coffee then went on: "She wrote 
me a couple days ago giving me all the details. Seems 
she had to – um, how should I say? Tricked Ken in to 
having sex with her a few days before they left for 
Kansas."

"But she was on the..." I didn't get a chance to 
finish my remark. 

Marg merely smiled. "Was. She took herself off as soon 
as Ken told her he was excepting the pulpit at Saint 
Anthony in Wichita."

"And Ken thinks it's his?"

"Without a doubt."

The nine months passed without a day of me worrying 
about Rachel. During this past year we were like two 
love sick teenagers always looking for some place to 
be alone, even for an hour. We had become passionately 
in love with one another. At one point she was ready 
to get a divorce from Ken but Marg and I talked her 
out of it – not good for his theological career. She 
stuck it out. In the end the baby was to become her 
emotional tie to me. 

Then nine months and a couple weeks later she gave 
birth to a girl – Anna Marie. 

Now, that was fourteen years in the past, or so I 
thought until on a Friday afternoon the doorbell rang. 
As usual I answered the door grumbling and wondering 
who dared disturb my afternoon. I opened the door and 
came face to face with a young girl. My first thought 
was: Rachel? 

The girl was a near twin to Rachel, to include the 
dark rimmed glasses. I never received any pictures or 
idea what my daughter looked like: now I knew. The 
girl looked up at me in wide eyed wonder and awe, 
tears trickling down her face. Then I saw Marg 
Wallace's car pull away from the curb. 

The girl said with a soft voice that sounded for all 
the world like Rachel: "Daddy? It's me, Anna Marie – 
your daughter."

Like I said, that was fourteen years ago now...


PS – Saga continues with: "Anna-Marie, My Daughter – 
My Child"

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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