Feature Writer: Jackie
Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife 1
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 1
Rachel knelt beside her bed, her head on her arms and her chestnut hair surrounding her tear stained face like a shroud. She was praying. In the living room; both her parents were also on their knees consulting with The Almighty. Mister and missus Percival prayed for guidance; Rachel prayed that the Supreme Commander would give the answer she so desired. She had arrived at her fifteenth birthday without a real friend in the world. It wasn’t her personality that held her back and it certainly wasn’t her appearance. It was a question of opportunity. Her parents are missionaries, so for over half of her short life she’d lived in the third world.
Rachel was very excited when the decision was made that she should attend regular high school during this sabbatical instead of being home schooled, as had always been the practice. She was very much looking forward to socializing with peers from her own culture and anxious to get up to speed with all that she’d missed. Rachel had been enrolled for three months at the local high school when disaster struck. One of the missionaries in the field had taken ill, and had to return home. Their pastor had asked the Percivals if they could return to Kenya for a year on an emergency assignment until other arrangements could be made. The question Al and Nancy now presented to the commander and chief from their knees in the living room was whether Rachel should accompany them back.
The possibility of the youngster remaining State side was made possible by the pastor’s offer to have the teenager live with him and his new wife during the crisis. The decision was an agonizing one for Rachel’s parents. To be separated from their only child for a year was nearly unthinkable, on the other hand the political situation in Kenya had severely deteriorated and there was considerable danger.
The Percivals were prepared to accept the risk to themselves as part of their calling; they were confident the Lord would protect them. To put Rachel in harm’s way when there was an alternative seemed selfish. Her parents were well aware of their daughter’s overwhelming desire to stay behind and continue her schooling at home. That was the conundrum the couple now presented to God.
Pastor Sydney Koch was sixty years old and had recruited the Percivals to the Mission ten years ago. He’d lost his wife to breast cancer five years ago and at fifty-five expected to live the rest of his days as a widower. When Agnes Jenson joined his congregation three years ago he couldn’t help being attracted to the beautiful out going thirty-eight year old widow. Agnes told him she had lost her husband to the same dreaded disease that had claimed his dear wife. Syd prayed long and hard before he proposed to missus Jenson. They’d tied the knot a year ago last August.
The six foot two, lean, grey haired church leader straightened his suit jacket before pressing the door bell of the missionary’s front door. Al Percival greeted his earthly boss a moment later with a warm hand shake.
“Thanks for coming Syd,” the missionary greeted his guest. “We really need guidance here.”
“I can certainly understand your dilemma, Al, and I know I’m asking a lot” Syd replied in the soothing baritone that made him such a compelling speaker from the pulpit every Sunday. Sitting in the living room of the church owned house the three discussed the pros and cons of the decision that faced Rachel’s parents.
The teenager heard the door bell and made her way into the hall to see who had arrived. She wore a simple pink cotton nightie with a round neck just below her collar bone and puffy short sleeves. The night dress was two years old and a hand me down to begin with. Missionaries lead a Spartan existence often relying on the charity of the congregation for the basics. Many of the girl’s clothes were acquired through the donation box in the church basement.
The night gown, which had fit nicely a year or so ago, was now a full size or more too small. Rachel had shot up about four inches in that year and now stood five feet tall. The result was that the hem of her nightie barely covered her blossoming posterior and the top fit snuggly across her pert ‘B’ cup breasts.
“Come on in Rach’,” her mother invited when she noticed the teenager in the doorway “this conversation is all about you; you should be here.” The pastor watched the scantily clad young woman pad across the room bare foot and felt his cock twitch. He immediately prayed for forgiveness.
The minister didn’t know he had a libido until he met Agnes. Sex in his first marriage was an infrequent and after the first ten years a fairly boring affair. Two inexperienced and unknowledgeable people in the bedroom were bad enough but when one of them had practically no interest in the activities the enterprise was doomed. His first wife performed in bed as if it were an unpleasant duty. In her defense Syd wasn’t exactly the most skilled lover one could hope for. Agnes was at the opposite end of the spectrum.
When Agnes was talking with someone some part of her was invariably in contact, a hand, an arm, a hip, occasionally a breast. She stood close, too close, all the time. When Syd welcomed her to the congregation three years ago they had talked after the Sunday evening service for fifteen minutes. By the time the conversation was over the pathetic widower was so aroused that he had rushed home and masturbated for the first time since he was a teenager.
The minister might have thought the newest member of his church had designs on him except for the fact that Agnes did that with everybody, male and female alike. She was a touchy-feely, outgoing free spirit. It wouldn’t have been as much of a problem, were it not for the fact that she was also gorgeous. She stood five foot seven with raven black hair to her shoulders. Her hour glass figure belied her age. Busty but not top heavy, she knew how to dress to show off her formidable assets.
The most surprising part was that she was adored by everyone she met. Even the dowdiest of the church ladies seemed to accept her flamboyant style. On their wedding night, a little over a year ago, he learned more in the first half hour than the combined knowledge from his previous fifty-nine years. The education was continuing to this day. The consequence of all of this was that the sex drive he didn’t know he had just a couple of years ago was now sometimes out of control; like when little Rachel Percival paraded across the room.
Rachel took a seat on the couch beside her mother and immediately cuddled up, pulling her bare feet up under her bottom. The pink nightie was not up to the job. It could not cover the white panties that were apparently painted on the impossibly round pubescent bum. To Syd the white cotton shone like the sun. It was the brightest thing in the room.
‘I’m not looking’ he told himself but Sydney Koch was a moth. He felt his penis engorging and knew that it had already reached a level where it would be apparent if he stood up. Hunching a little forward to make sure the condition of his member remained a secret and making I look like a move of empathy he said with remarkable composure; “have you discussed the possibilities with your daughter?” deliberately being cryptic in case the Percivals did not want Rachel to know about the option of moving in with him and his wife.
“Yes she is aware of your kind offer” Nancy replied “and she’s all for it. It’s just us… it’s that we… I mean…” the last part was just a sob and she hugged her daughter as if the devil himself was trying to take her away. “You tell him Al” the distraught mother croaked through her tears and constricted throat. The intense hug had pulled the pitiful nightgown even further out of place. Syd could clearly make out the shadow of the cleft between the teenagers buttocks causing the pastor to bite his lip quite hard.
“We’ve been praying for guidance” the girl’s father took up the task with a quavering voice “but I think what we actually need is strength. Nancy and I both know that staying in the States is the best thing for Rachel.” The poor man’s voice cracked and tears rolled down his cheeks. “We just have to ask the Lord to comfort us during this… this… separation,” and he sobbed wrapping his arms around his hugging wife and daughter as far as they would reach. Syd was truly moved and under normal circumstances would have joined the group hug but his boner was threatening to tear his jockeys. He compromised by reaching out and putting his hand on Al’s shoulder
“We’ll take good care of her” he assured the weeping couple and looked at Rachel who, although she looked very concerned, was not crying. The teenager looked at the pastor and a strained smile brightened her pretty features. The woody reasserted its demand for attention. Syd wondered how he was going to get out of there.
Nancy kissed Rachel’s head “Come on sweetheart I’ll tuck you in.” That being said the mother and daughter disappeared back down the hall from which Rachel had arrived in the first place. Allen rose and rubbed his eyes
“I’ll be back in a minute Reverend,” he said and followed the women. When his back was turned Syd seized the opportunity, stood up and covered his embarrassing pole with his suit coat.
“Al, I really should be going” he called after the departing missionary. The teary eyed man turned back toward the pastor from the doorway to the hall. “It’s OK my son, go and be with your family. I’ll let myself out.” Al nodded
“Thanks for everything Syd,” he croaked and continued toward his daughter’s bedroom as his boss turned to leave. By the time he was in his car mister Koch’s hard-on had subsided. He wondered what it was going to be like having the nubile teenager around his house for a year. He was dismayed when his dick twitched again.
There were lots of tears at the airport that morning a week later when Rachel and Syd saw her parents off to the mission field. The pastor put his arm around the chestnut haired teen as they walked back through the terminal. “Everything’s going to be fine” Reverend Koch assured his ward as they walked.
Back at the Koch residence Agnes was sipping her coffee in the living room and contemplating the new living arrangement. The thought of having the attractive teenager living under her roof gave her a warm glow. The warmth was not from the humanitarian nature of the accommodation; it centered much lower than her heart. The raven haired forty-one year old had not actually lied to her mate, she just hadn’t told the whole truth.
Agnes was quite comfortably a sexual being. She enjoyed her physical pleasure and the gender and age of her partners were not high priorities. To say she enjoyed it was perhaps an understatement craved might be a more accurate term. While the gender and age were not critical considerations she had a strong preference for younger partners; to be completely honest young and female was the ideal.
Marriage assured her of continuous access to fulfill her lusty needs and offered the added advantage of presenting her as an upstanding member of the community. The husbands she chose, beyond the basic physical requirements she’d set, needed to have professional status that provided access to a talent pool for her lascivious desires.
Her late husband, God rest his soul, had been the director of youth services for the county. She had originally attended Syd’s church, not because of any piousness, but in search of the right combination of physical and professional credentials. It was pure coincidence that she had found the right stuff in the pastor himself.
The visions missus Koch was conjuring of her young ward were causing a longing feeling in her crotch that would soon need to be addressed when she heard the door open. Sydney entered the living room with his arm around Rachel who looked haggard from the emotional ordeal she was going through.
“I’m gonna leave you two ladies to get better acquainted,” Syd announced giving the girl a firm sidelong one armed squeeze “I need to be down at the hospital by noon.”
“That’s exactly what we need,” Agnes agreed rising from the couch smiling and taking the teenager by the shoulders, looking squarely into her deep brown eyes, “Rachel and I are going to get to know each other very well.”
“OK then, I’m off. I should be home by six. If it’s going to be any later I’ll give you a call.” The minister informed his wife with a peck on the cheek before exiting the residence. Agnes continued to hold the Rachel by the shoulders and look deeply into the girl’s eyes.
“You look so drained honey, and no wonder this must be so hard for you” missus Koch sympathized. “Let’s go and clean you up a bit. You must be feeling so grimy after crying all morning.” Guiding the youngster down the hall to the bathroom the pastor’s wife finally released her when they arrived in front of the vanity.
The older woman turned on the water and when it reached a suitable temperature she activated the pop up stopper, letting the sink fill. Taking a wash cloth from the linen closet she dunked it into the warm water. “We don’t want to get this all wet do we?” Agnes asked rhetorically as she gripped the bottom of the girl’s T shirt and began to pull upward.
Rachel automatically raised her arms to facilitate its removal. The teenager was used to being treated as a child. Part of her actually liked the way her mother coddled her but there was another feeling that came more and more often now. She wanted to be treated as an adult at least sometimes. In this case she really felt too worn out to protest anyway.
Agnes felt her pussy clench as the firm round mounds came into view. Their full magnificence only slightly obscured by the thin nylon bra that encased them. She was surprised and excited by the size of the flat pink areolas that shone through the flesh colored fabric. After placing the girl’s top on the towel bar she touched the bra strap and said “should we take this off too?” ‘Don’t rush her’ she cautioned herself. Rachel’s fatigued brain whirled through a tumbling series of thoughts.
‘Nobody’s seen me topless in quite a while,’ she thought. She was very aware of her bust development, it seemed to grow weekly. Her upbringing made nudity a sin, so letting anyone see you with your clothes off was something she’d been taught not to do. At the same time she was thinking, ‘this is Pastor Koch’s wife she wouldn’t ask you to do anything wrong.’
The last and most troubling though was that recently she’d noticed her breasts were becoming very sensitive. When she was washing or even sometimes just changing her clothes touching them gave her strange feeling in her tummy; well sort of her tummy. It was a feeling the teenager was tempted to explore further but she was scared and thought it might be naughty, like some of the pictures she’d seen of naked people.
Her parents had warned her that she was far too young to be concerned with s-e-x and that she should stay completely away from anything like that until she was old enough to understand. Her parents of course thought they could shield their daughter from the real world at least into her late teens; early twenties would be even better. They neglected to realize that they were no longer in a remote third world location where they could control the information and stimuli that Rachel was exposed to. Her lack of knowledge and understanding left her ill prepared for everything.
It seemed perfectly reasonable to the teen that if you were going to wash up you’d have to take your clothes off. She could freshen up herself as she usually did; just ask missus Koch to leave and continue to wash on her own. ‘Wouldn’t that be rude?’ the beautiful wife of the pastor had opened her house and her heart, and now she was offering to bathe her. ‘If I ask her to go out I might hurt her feelings.’ Being ungrateful was one of the worst sins the youngster could think of committing.
The pause was only a few seconds but to Agnes it seemed like hours. Rachel had made her decision. As a way of answering her guardian’s question Rachel reached up behind her back searching for the fastener in the middle of the flesh tone back strap. Without further ceremony the girl pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and off. Agnes cleared her throat to disguise the moan as the girl’s perfect teenaged tits were fully exposed.
“You’re getting to be quite a big girl,” the minister’s wife commented taking the underwear out of the girl’s hand and placing it with her T shirt. The teenager was surprised at the sudden sense of freedom she felt. There was the physical freedom from the removal of the slightly constricting bra but it was more than that. Letting the older woman see her naked chest was somehow liberating. It was like revealing a secret that you really didn’t want to keep. The tone of Agnes’ comment also made her feel good, like grown up or something.
“They seem to get bigger every week,” Rachel agreed looking down at her bare boobies. She was starting to feel quite relaxed and comfortable with the black haired woman who’d taken her in. When she looked up her eyes were drawn to her host’s chest. “I wonder if they’ll get as big as yours.” The promising turn of the conversation caused missus Koch’s coochie to jump. She was wearing a red velour top that, as with most of her clothes, was quite fitted and hugged her prominent bust making it appear that much larger.
“I think they’re almost as big as mine now. Wanna compare?” Agnes asked and stripped off her top without waiting for a reply. Her lacy red bra presented her boobs as if they were on a platter. Agnes obviously knew her ‘C’ cups were bigger but comparing can be so much fun. Rachel was sure she had never seen such a beautiful bra. The intricate lace combined with the fiery red color mesmerized the teen. The soft flesh that bulged out the top was causing that funny feeling in her tummy.
The girl felt as though she had a heating pad applied to her hips the way her mom sometimes did when she had her monthly cramps. This warm feeling seemed to be spreading out. Agnes was watching the girl’s face intently when she reached behind, released the hooks and pulled the decorative covering away from her ample tits.
After placing the bra on the counter top the pastor’s wife lifted her slightly sagged bosom and squeezed the supple flesh gently. Her already tingling nipples stiffened more and grew to about half their erect length. “Feel yours and then feel mine” the older woman proposed.
Rachel raised her hands and cupped her tender mounds. A thrill exploded right where she peed. “Ohhhhh… noooo… its naughty,” she wailed at the intense never before experienced wave of pleasure and dropped her hands away from her boobs.
“No it’s not honey. God gave you these gifts. He wouldn’t give them to you if He didn’t want you to use them,” Agnes assured. “It’s OK for you to touch them,” she repeated putting the girl’s hands back on her breasts. Rachel held her hands motionless on her mounds. “Squeeze them a little sweetie,” the pastor’s wife encouraged. The teenager’s fingers pressed into the pliable flesh.
“Mmmm… ohhhh…” she moaned. Her eyes were now closed.
“It feels good doesn’t it,” Agnes commented as she took the opportunity to tug and twist her aching nipples sending electric shocks to her throbbing clit. The teen was still confused her mom had told her that touching herself was a sin but the Reverend’s wife said it was OK. It felt so wonderful, how could it be wrong? Anyway wouldn’t missus Koch know more than her mom? She was married to the holiest man Rachel knew.
“It… it makes me… uh, feel… feel… uh… funny.”
“Where does it make you feel funny sweetheart, show me” the older woman encouraged. The girl dropped one hand to her crotch. “Right here?” Agnes put her fingers between the girl’s legs and felt the steamy heat.
“Yesss,” the teen sighed as if all the air had been let out of her.
“Can I take a look; …will you let me see where you feel funny?” missus Koch asked as she started to work the button at the waistband of her ward’s shorts. “It’s not really funny, it’s kinda nice isn’t it?” she asked as she began sliding the zipper down slowly watching Rachel’s face for any signs of distress. As she peeled the denim over the white cotton of the panties, over the round projecting posterior she caught the first whiff of the teenager’s arousal.
The sweet female musk made her mouth water as she guided the stiff material to the floor. Looking up again Agnes was happy to see that her victim’s breast manipulation had become some what more aggressive. She though she saw the teen catching her pink areolas in the gap between her thumb and the side of her hand. When she tapped the girl’s ankle she obediently raised her feet one at a time permitting Agnes to get the shorts completely off.
The half naked pastor’s wife parked her butt on the closed lid of the commode. Her face was inches from the fragrant cotton covered teenaged vulva. She inhaled deeply through her nose before putting her fingers on the hot damp crotch gusset “Is this where you have the feelings?” Agnes asked unnecessarily stroking the plump sparsely haired mons through the panties. The sound the teenager made defied description.
“Can I take a closer look?” the seated woman pleaded as she took hold of the waist elastic. Once again she looked into Rachel’s big brown eyes that were now open. What she saw was not terror, so she began to remove the soggy underpants. The pastor’s wife read the expression as a mixture of arousal tempered by some nervousness or fear. The experienced seductress was confident that the arousal was going to win out in this case.
Once they were past her butt they descended the slender adolescent thighs easily. At the floor there was no prompting required this time. The teen automatically lifted one foot after the other while the minister’s wife acquired undisputed possession of the precious piece of fabric. The naked girl watched with fascination as Agnes pressed the panties to her nose and mouth.
“See it’s gone all funny,” the girl said. “It’s like I’m turning inside out. It didn’t used to look like that.”
“You mean this?” missus Koch asked gently touching the slippery distended inner labia.
“Ahhh… yeah,” the teen groaned at the intimate contact.
“Those are your inner lips,” Agnes instructed running her finger tip over the vaginal wings. “Lots of women have them sticking out. It’s quite normal.” Rachel’s hips hunched as though she was trying to escape the erotic stimulation. The older woman put the exploratory finger in her mouth to sample the delicious pussy juice. “Mine stick out even further; wanna see?”
The naked teenager wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly but she figured out that she had when her guardian stood up and stripped off her slacks and panties with practiced ease. When the older woman sat back down on the closed toilet lid and spread her legs Rachel got a view of something she’d really never expected to see. The mature, not to mention highly aroused, vulva opened like a blossoming flower. She was suddenly fascinated and sank to her knees for a closer look. The mussed up chestnut hair of her ward appearing between her lewdly parted thighs sent a spike of sensation through the older woman’s pounding pudenda.
Rachel was overcome by the musky aroma and the sight of long labial lips. Agnes used two fingers to open her folds and spread her wings exposing the deep pink of the flooded interior. “See my lips are even longer than yours” she noted for the kneeling teen. The girl sat on her haunches wondering why looking at missus Koch’s crotch was making her own tingle so. “You can touch it if you want to,” the older woman offered. Rachel always used a wash cloth to clean herself down there. She scrubbed it hard because if she went gently those funny forbidden feelings started.
She reached out preparing to explore Agnes’s vulva before she’d even touched her own. When the pubescent fingers made first contact with her slippery quim the pastor’s wife sucked in her breath. The girl immediately looked up concerned. “It’s OK honey, go ahead,” the seated woman reassured her. The tentative strokes were tantalizing but missus Koch needed so much more. She pulled up with the fingers that were holding her lips open, causing the plump prepuce at the top to retract and her red jelly bean to poke its head out from underneath.
Leaving the task of holding the labia open to the girl she ran the tip of her finger over the aroused glans. “Put your fingers inside,” the horny woman breathed. The teenager had no idea what she meant and looked up with a confused expression. With her right forefinger still rolling her clit Agnes took the girl’s right hand in her left and positioned the small digit in her vestibule. Once she had the teenager’s finger centered she pulled the willing arm forward, penetrating her yearning sheath.
Feeling the hot wet flesh of her guardian’s vagina close around her finger made the kneeling girl’s pussy twitch. She held her finger motionless wrapped in the spongy heat but now she understood what inside meant. “Move it in and out” Agnes begged breathlessly. Rachel took up a slow reciprocating motion; every thrust seemed to tickle her own girlhood.
‘It’s like being fucked with a tooth pick,’ Agnes thought in frustration. “Use all your fingers honey,” the woman pleaded. The fifteen year old bundled her fingers together and penetrated her host. The primal grunt didn’t scare her this time. The girl realized that the unintelligible sounds missus Koch was making were caused by pleasure and not pain. She took up her steady in and out motion again.
“Ahhhgrr… deeper,” Agnes demanded grasping the girl’s wrist and pushing the tiny fingers in as far as they would go. The limitation was the thumb. Completely absorbed in her task now, Rachel had all but forgotten her own body. The girl was fixated on exploring the depth of the drooling womanhood. She folded her thumb in allowing her whole little hand to enter her guardian’s snatch. With the size and depth now adequate there was only one improvement that needed to be made. “Faster, uh… faster…” the woman on the closed toilet commanded. The teenager went as fast as she could.
The spasming vagina clamped down on her tiny hand with amazing force as her host let out a deep groan that increased in pitch until it could only be described as a scream. The girl was scared all over again and in reflex started to pull her hand out from inside missus Koch’s body. Agnes grabbed the teenager’s wrist to prevent the removal of the pleasuring hand until the final quakes of her orgasm began to subside.
Still twitching and moaning the minister’s wife realized that she’d completely lost control. She looked down into the large brown eyes of her ward; they were wide with shock and confusion. ‘I hope I haven’t fucked this up,’ Agnes thought as she extracted the teenagers hand from inside her. Rachel was still on her haunches, panting and apparently near tears. She took the girl’s hand to her mouth, licking and sucking until it was clean.
The shaking girl was amazed at how the older woman’s hot mouth sucking her fingers sent jolts of sensation between her legs. “Come sweetheart,” missus Koch urged, pulling the teenager to her feet. The pastor’s wife led the naked teenager to her bed.