Feature Writer: Jackie
Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife 2
Published: Leslita Stories
Story Codes: Lesbian Lolita, Religious
Synopsis: This is a work of erotic fiction involving lesbian and straight sex in a religious setting. No disrespect of any church or religion is intended. If you are offended by religious references within erotic literature please do not read this story.
The Preacher’s Wife 2
The nude pastor’s wife laid the naked missionary’s daughter on her marital bed. Agnes took a long moment to survey her prize. The chin length chestnut hair that normally framed the pretty juvenile face was scattered on the beige of the unmade bed’s pillow. The plump round developing mounds on her chest were topped with a surprisingly large pale pink areola, a little red corn kernel size bump protruded in the center.
Missus Koch noticed that the teenager’s boobs were actually big enough to pan cake just a bit to the outsides of the slender ribs. Down over the adolescent bulge of the tummy and the beginnings of a waist she came to the triangle of brown fuzz where the slim thighs joined.
Agnes was just barely able to detect the top of the slit peaking through the tangle of new hair. The little abdomen was rising and falling rapidly with the teenager’s accelerated breathing. Back to the face the pastor’s wife saw a mixture of fear and desire in the large wide brown eyes.
Rachel stared up at the first woman she had ever seen naked. The pear shaped breasts hung down and then turned up at the bottom, presenting a reddish brown peg the size of the first joint of her middle finger. Even with her very limited knowledge of the human anatomy she knew that was where a baby nursed. The girl was overcome by the desire to suck on the older woman’s tits. The tingling heat below her tummy made her want to rub herself down there.
‘Missus Koch said it was OK to touch my breasts, maybe it’s OK to do that too’ the girl surmised. She put her hand on her coochie for the first time while her eyes followed her guardian’s torso down to the juncture of the mature thighs. The older woman’s cleft was clearly visible because it was devoid of hair.
She could see the much darker colored puffy flesh that protruded and knew from the tutorial in the bathroom that they were called lips. She’d knew how soft and spongy missus Koch’s lips felt now she was feeling her own. They were much thinner and less puffy but when she ran her finger over them a wave of extreme heat seemed to rise from between her legs and envelope her whole body. The spreading warmth made her head spin.
“That’s it honey touch your beautiful little pussy” Agnes encouraged “open wider sweetheart” the older woman recommended as she pushed the pubescent thighs apart. Spreading her legs provided much freer access for her exploring fingers. She felt her lips part and encountered the slippery wetness they contained. The pastor’s wife’s hand was caressing her tummy as she said “That’s good sweetie feel all around… push your finger inside just a bit”.
Rachel followed directions, her fingers sliding over the slippery engorged labia; she was beginning to feel pressure building up. Missus Koch had propped her hip on the bed and was leaning over the masturbating teenager. The minister’s wife was caressing the nubile pubescent body with both hands. Sliding up from the girl’s abdomen she cupped both of the firm little boobies and began kneading them. When Rachel felt the expert attention to her breasts waves of pleasure washed over her and her fingers moved faster and deeper. Grunts of delight now accompanied the teenager’s very rapid breathing.
Agnes pulled upward on the fleshy hot young vulva. The action brought the girl’s clitoral hood into view. “Rub just a little bit higher honey” her teacher suggested. Rachel’s fingers encountered the firm bump covered by the protective flap of skin and instinctively began a rapid circular motion. The explosion was like the other waves that had been flowing over her but much more intense. She felt her hips thrust upward off the bed and she knew she was screaming.
Her head was spinning out of control and her fingers slowed down and then stopped. She clutched her spasming pussy. For a moment she was carried away on a cloud of sensation that seemed to be in every part of her body at once. She tried to hold on to the feeling but it too quickly faded to a contented glow.
Deep lung filling breaths replaced her rapid shallow breathing and she opened her eyes. Thought her vision wasn’t clear she was able to see the pendulous breast that was hanging just above her face. The desire to suckle returned and she captured the rubbery brown peg between her lips and sucked hard.
The unexpected assault on her sensitive tit caused missus Koch to squeal with delight. A jolt of electricity shot through her semi flaccid clit, engorging it rapidly back to its fully rigid condition. She pushed the girl’s hand from her crotch and replaced it with her own; rubbing and squeezing the slippery plump teenaged vulva.
It seemed natural to the girl to explore the older woman’s nipple with her tongue as she sucked. Agnes brought her cum soaked fingers to her mouth and sucked the teenaged juices off them. It was like candy. Rachel’s creamy syrup and intoxicating scent forced all reason and restraint from the middle aged woman’s mind. When she’d started this, experience told her to go slow, ‘don’t do anything that might scare her in her very first sexual encounter.’
It was wise planning, unfortunately the pastor’s wife was now out of control. She descended on the pubescent mound and began licking and sucking the extraordinary pussy fluids like a fiend. The change of position of course yanked her saliva coated tit from the teenager’s mouth and it plopped down onto the girl’s soft tummy.
The missionary’s daughter was amazed that her brain could register the erotic feel of the heavy breast and its stiff nipple on her belly while her guardian’s tongue was frantically exploring her tender vulva. The surges started in her core. It was like bouncing on a trampoline each surge taking her higher. When missus Koch took the magical bump at the top of her crease into her mouth and sucked it, a white flash blinded the teenager in spite of the fact that her eyes were closed.
Unlike her first orgasm this one was an electric shock that caused every muscle in her body to tense for a second and then release into quivering spasms. The preacher’s wife felt the powerful little discharge hit her nose. It wasn’t much but Agnes hadn’t encountered a squirter in quite a long time so the fact that Rachel produced the high pressure discharge at all thrilled the lapping sucking woman to the bone. When Agnes felt she had cleaned every last drop of juice from the shivering girl she laid her cheek on the wet crinkly hair and simply stayed there enjoying the magnificent fragrance.
Rachel wasn’t sure where she was but she thought it might be heaven. The intense white light had dissolved into a sort of rosy glow. She felt a warmth and comfort she could never have imagined and she felt herself drifting away.
She woke up in a strange bed, but it wasn’t missus Koch’s bed. It was her bed, in her new room, in her new house. Rachel tried to remember how she had been, what she had thought just a few hours ago but she couldn’t. She was changed forever by the events of this afternoon. As if to convince herself it wasn’t all a dream she touched her girlhood and felt the sensation, the one she used to call a funny feeling in her tummy; now she knew better. Her fingers ruffled her thin pubic hair and it felt crusty.
“Yuck!” she exclaimed. She’d tasted her own juices and they were nice, when they were fresh, but dried up they were gross. ‘I wonder if that’s why the pastor’s wife shaves hers off’ she wondered. ‘I need a bath.’
Slipping out from under the cover the naked teen was delighted to find all her stuff neatly stowed in the dresser drawers and the closet. She didn’t know a couple of ladies from the Women’s Auxiliary had gone to the missionary’s quarters this morning and packed up all her things while she was seeing her parents off at the airport. Then they delivered them to her new residence. Missus Koch had completed the relocation task by putting everything away for her.
The house wasn’t just new to her, it was new to everybody. The Koch’s had only moved into it the month before and it wasn’t even really finished yet. The church had decided that the pastor’s old residence did not befit his station. Money had been freed up in the budget to have the new house built on land the church already owned. Syd’s protests against the extravagance had been overruled by the board of elders.
The previous pastor’s residence would be renovated as missionary accommodation and the tiny house that the Percivals had just vacated would be used for emergency shelter as it might be required. Unfortunately, Sam Washburn, the long time church member and building contractor, was swamped. A combination of weather delays and people out sick had prevented him from finishing the pastor’s new digs on time.
His other “paying” projects were way behind so although he promised the elders to get the house ready six weeks ago he had been unable to spare the bodies. The house was quite livable. It was just trim and moldings really that were missing. Everyone was patient, as if they had a choice, since Sam was doing all the work below his cost.
Rachel slipped the worn long T shirt over her nakedness and pulled out a fresh pair of panties. Feeling very naughty she didn’t put them on. She made her way down the baseboard-less hall and downstairs to the kitchen where she found missus Koch mixing something in a big steel bowl.
“Well hello sleepy head,” Agnes greeted her ward when she saw her in the doorway. “Did you have a good rest?” Rachel formed an embarrassed smile, “Yeah but I need a bath,” the girl responded.
“I know what you mean” Agnes said meaningfully. “Help yourself to towels and a washcloth from the linen closet, it’s right beside the bathroom. Just throw them in the hamper in there when you’re done.”
“Thanks,” the teenager said appreciatively and went back upstairs, grabbing a towel and cloth from the closet on the way. In the bathroom she started the water running, added a splash of floral bubble bath, and then turned to latch the door to the hall.
The youngster was surprised to see another door, so she opened it to see where it went. She found herself looking at the bed where her life had changed forever. It was the pastor and missus Koch’s bedroom. She closed and latched that door too before stripping the long T shirt over her head and immersing herself in the warm bubbles.
Syd Koch entered the kitchen and kissed his wife on the neck. “You’re early,” Agnes observed; checking the clock which read five-fifteen.
“Traffic was lighter than I expected,” the minister explained snatching a raw carrot from the pile his wife was peeling.
“Dinner won’t be ready for at least an hour” his seated wife advised, playfully slapping his hand away when he reached for another.
“That’s OK I’m gonna slip into something more comfortable,” he announced as he loosened his tie and popped his collar button.
“Rachel is taking bath so use the powder room down here if you need to,” Agnes told him as he headed for their bedroom.
Inside the room the minister finished removing his tie and hung it over the valet, followed by his jacket and suit pants. With the drapes drawn, it was fairly dark in his room but he didn’t bother turning on the light. He was unbuttoning his shirt when he noticed the light from the bathroom streaming into the master bedroom around the door frame. He hadn’t noticed it before but he wasn’t surprised. It would be easier to count the moldings that were in place than the ones that were missing.
When he had removed his shirt he crossed the room to the hamper which was right beside the bathroom door. He would try to convince himself later that it was an accident. The white shirt went into the hamper and when he raised his head he found that he was looking through the gap between the door frame and the finished wall beside it directly into the bathroom.
The gap wasn’t large, less than two inches, but even at this distance, some three feet from the wall; he was able to clearly see the teenager sitting in the tub. It was an interesting question which jumped more his heart or his dick.
He immediately knew he should look away, run away, but he couldn’t. He was drawn forward like an iron filing to a powerful magnet. The closer he got to the gap the clearer and wider his view.
The sidewall of the tub was low enough to permit an unobstructed profile view of the pert teenaged tits capped with the large pink areolas. Rachel was leaning back against the end of the tub enjoying her solitary [or so she thought] soak. Syd felt the cotton of his jockey shorts resist the rise of his engorging member.
The girl in the tub was reviewing the sensual lessons she had learned a couple of hours ago. ‘It’s not bad or naughty to touch yourself’ missus Koch had convinced her. ‘It’s a gift from the Creator Himself’ she recalled and began to soap her breasts. Her slippery fingers on her immature nipples had the usual effect. Her flat areola crinkled and the little bumps in the center got hard and stuck out.
Whenever this happened before today Rachel would immediately stop and come back to wash her chest, if need be, when the bumps were gone again. This time she gave herself permission to continue, letting her fingers slid over the hard nubs sending a stream of pleasure that focused itself right in her girlhood.
Syd was watching his ward play with her tits as he pulled the waistband of his underwear out freeing his still rising erection. The purple bulb of the head extended above the waist elastic. The minister copied the teenager’s movements, teasing his own nipples which were hard enough to cut glass. His other hand caressed the sensitive head of his rigid penis. One of the girl’s hands disappeared below the sidewall of the tub.
Of course he couldn’t see what was happening down there but with the faint slashing sound he could hear it didn’t take too much imagination to figure it out. Gripping his rock hard cock he began to stroke slowly up and down still watching the teenager pinching each of her tiny pink soapy knobs in turn. “Enjoying the show?” Agnes whispered from a position so close that he felt her breath on his ear.
It was a tribute to the strength of his sixty year old cardiac muscle that it didn’t stop at that very moment. The pastor spun around blushing and panting still holding “Woody”. His jaw moved but no words came out. He wasn’t really sure if he had lost the ability to speak or if it was the fact that his brain was locked up and not providing any words to say. Seeing the shock and horror on her husband’s face Agnes brought her hands up and thumbed his nipples, which she knew he loved. “It’s OK darling; she’s cute isn’t she?”
“Yeah” he croaked feeling the stimulation on his grey hairy chest directly in his testicles. His wife sunk to her knees and tugged his briefs the rest of the way down.
“Beautiful,” the kneeling woman admired stroking the throbbing manhood that stood at full attention directly in front of her face. Syd naturally moved his hand aside allowing his wife’s mouth to engulf the hot satiny smooth purple head. She sucked and worked her tongue up the divide on the bottom while squeezing the shaft in slow up and down twisting motion.
When she pressed her tongue into his pee hole it was as though she was directly tickling his balls. She worked her way up and down the shaft with expert lips and tongue before taking the pole in her mouth and completely consuming it.
Demonstrating her command over her gag reflex by swallowing several times hard as the cock head hit the back of her throat. Moving up and down sucking on the out stroke and swallowing on the in she had her man groaning and shivering. Feeling his legs beginning to shake she backed off and massaged the thick coat of saliva into the veiny surface.
“Lay down honey,” Agnes encouraged gripping her hubby by his firm muscular butt cheeks and turning him toward the bed. Syd danced around with the raven haired cocksucker willingly. He collapsed backward, the edge of the mattress at the back of his knees and his hard on flopped against his furry belly.
Standing over her reclining husband Agnes pulled her red top over her head and tossed it indiscriminately. Swiftly she unhooked the red lace bra and threw it in the same general direction. The preacher’s dick twitched as the pendulous pear shaped tits were revealed.
Syd watched the beautiful full breasts wobble and sway as his wife completed her mission of getting naked. Back on her knees she reprised her dick sucking repertoire. Up the hard shaft licking and kissing; taking bulbous head in her mouth with a tongue swirl, and finally down, down, down until her nose was tickled by the crisp grey pubic hair. The cycle repeated to the prone man’s extreme pleasure.
Straightening her back Agnes captured the hot spit slick shaft between her fat tits and worked the soft flesh of her boobs up and down its length. The preacher’s wife took the opportunity to pinch her sensitive nipples sending a stream of electric current to her boiling pussy. Syd felt his balls tightening. At the bottom of each down stroke between the black haired beauty’s tits she planted a wet sucking kiss on his aching pecker head.
She didn’t mean to, but when the towel wrapped teenager looked in the open bedroom door, she squealed. The pastor’s eyes bugged out and for the second time in the last half hour his stomach hit the floor. His wife backed away slightly, wiping some of the slobber off her face but continuing to stroke up and down on the bumpy shaft that had suddenly lost some of its rigidity from the shock.
“Come on in sweetheart,” the kneeling woman invited. “I’ll bet you’ve never even seen a penis before, have you?”