Feature Writer: Jackie
Feature Title: The Preacher’s Wife 4
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 4
The pastor’s wife decided since it was afternoon she ought to get dressed. She toweled dry in front of the vanity mirror admiring her curves. In the last five years she put on five or six pounds most of which settled to the bottom. ‘The curse of middle age’ she surmised. None of the unwanted pounds were around her middle so her twenty-six inch waist appeared even more pinched because of the expansion of her hips and butt. At least a little bit of the extra weight had found its way to her boobs.
Their full pear shape wobbled freely as she brushed her long black hair, which of course required weekly maintenance to prevent the grey from showing up. She suspected she’d have the same problem down below, if she allowed any hair to grow there that is. Her bald mons glistened pinkly back at her having just been shaved. The thick brown interfolded lips bulged in front of her crease as if barring the way to her hot ‘n juicy tunnel.
Agnes’s gaze traveled back to her jiggling boobs. She’d noticed the increase in the size of her bust by the way her bras fit. The ‘C’ cups were sort of overflowing now and some of them were uncomfortably tight much like her slacks. She didn’t like it but it seemed to be inevitable in spite of her efforts to eat right and exercise.
One change she didn’t mind so much was in her nipples. They’d always been a source of immense sexual pleasure, but in the last couple of years they seemed to have lost the ability to completely retract. They were a shade or two darker than they used to be, looking a pinkish brown when they weren’t stimulated but they never got flat anymore. The areola was permanently crowned and the nipple itself stood out a quarter of an inch all the time.
She didn’t know if that’s what made them more sensitive or if it was just that standing up like that they were more prone to getting rubbed by her clothing. She put down the hair brush and gave her breast tips a firm squeeze and twist engorging them out to their full one inch erect height and turning the color deep pink. She knew she better stop when the delightful sensations her nips sent to her pussy began to cause her womanhood to really throb. Lifting her twin beauties and giving them a final squeeze she returned to her bedroom to dress.
She could still hear Zachariah Washburn hammering downstairs as she pulled a flesh tone chemise from the drawer. She’d already decided to dispense with the bra since she wasn’t going out of the house and no visitors were expected. Agnes chose a white thong to minimize the panty lines that she knew would show because of the snug fit of the beige polyester slacks. Finishing the ensemble with a tangerine colored crocheted top she returned to the bathroom to apply just a little make up.
Downstairs her boy toy had worked up a sweat. There was a damp patch in the small of his back and around the collar of his dusty T shirt. He was working feverishly in a futile attempt to make up for lost time. Agnes did not disturb him and went straight to the kitchen. ‘Better thaw a chicken in case Rachel’s friend is staying for dinner’.
As she put the bird in the microwave and engaged the defrost cycle the lewd thoughts returned. She glanced at the clock, ‘just after one. No sense in trying to do any housework with Zach hauling saw dust covered wood all over the place and hammering, raising dust from the new drywall. The pastor’s wife curled up in the comfy chair in her husband’s study to read. The nooner had taken more out of the middle aged woman than she’d realized and she soon dozed off.
‘It was a hot day she was in her pink two piece bathing suit. Squeals and splashes from the large in ground pool were echoing. Her friends were busy with their game but she was on her way into her friend’s house. From somewhere very deep in her unconscious mind came the realization; I’m fifteen years old.
She’d had a cramp in her tummy. It wasn’t time for her period for a few days, but that’s what it felt like. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by bleeding through her swim suit. She’d go in and ask missus Mitchell for a tampon, just to be safe.
She found her friend’s mom and explained her problem.
Are you sure it’s not something else the older woman asked.
Like what Agnes responded.
Well you’ve been jumping around out there maybe you hurt yourself. I should check to make sure you’re OK
She followed Amy’s mother down the hall. Light shining in from the window at the end streaked through the thin dress the older woman was wearing making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Inside the bedroom missus Mitchell told her to take her suit bottoms off and climb up on the bed.
She’s got a daughter of her own just my age, my best friend; she must know what she’s doing. With her yellow swim suit bottoms off she was about to climb up on the bed when the older woman said let’s take this off too. Why? It really wasn’t making any sense but Amy’s mother released the catch on her top and removed it as well leaving little Agnes naked.
She wasn’t ashamed of her body but at the same time she wasn’t used to having anyone looking at her naked. She knew her boobs were bigger than most of the other girls’ and from seeing them in gym class she knew she had more hair around her cookie than most of them too.
She found herself lying on the bed with her best friend’s mom telling her to open her legs. Missus Mitchell bent her one knee and was sitting between her spread thighs. A warm wave of feeling rushed over her when the woman in the thin house dress pulled the lips of her vulva apart exposing the delicate inner pink tissues framed by the black curly hair.
I’m gonna just poke around a little and see if I find anything wrong; OK
Uh huh was all she could manage because she was feeling kinda dizzy and very very hot.
She’d played with herself enough to know that it was probably starting to get messy down there. She was embarrassed but Amy’s mom was sliding her fingers up and down her slit and it felt so good she didn’t want her to stop. Then she pushed on something, something near the top and… and… oh… oh God…’
Agnes woke up sweating and moaning. Reliving her first experience with another woman over twenty-five years ago left her feeling as horny as she felt when she’d first seen the Washburn boy at her door this morning. And then there he was at the door of the study ‘Oh Jesus’ Agnes though ‘what must I look like?’
“Are you OK missus ‘K’ I thought I heard you moaning” the handsome young man said in a concerned tone.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine Zack I was just having a rather stimulating dream” the teenagers eyes slid off her face and onto her chest, where in spite of the thickness of the sweater she was wearing, her large erect nipples made their condition evident. The novice carpenter felt the surge in his recharged balls, making his member twitch.
“I just came to tell you I’m sorry; I’m not gonna be able to finish today. I gotta go now or I’ll miss practice.”
“What practice?” Agnes inquired still trying to shake the cobwebs out and suppress the urge to squeeze her aroused nipples.
“Football practice ma’am.”
“So you don’t go to class but you go to football practice?” the preacher’s wife said incredulously.
“Yeah, if I miss practice coach won’t let me play on Friday.”
“I can’t blame YOU for not getting the work done, now can I?” they smiled at each other but the boy was blushing.
“I’ll see ya tomorrow then” Zachariah assured as he turned to leave.
“Be early, uh, just in case there are… uh, more… delays.” She called after him. Before he was out of sight she heard the front door close. ‘Must be Rachel’ she concluded ‘… and her friend’ the second part of the thought sent a shiver down her spine. The minister’s wife scurried to the main floor powder room to “freshen up” before she leaked through and stained the front of her slacks.
When Zach heard his customer’s final comment he also felt a shiver run down his spine. The shiver terminated as a tingling in his nuts. The tingle intensified several notches when he arrived in the entry hall. Two pubescent asses were on display as Rachel and her friend were bent over putting their backpacks down. The scandalously shortened skirts pulled up high enough that their white panties peeked tantalizingly from beneath. The young carpenter froze for just a second and both girls looked in his direction but made no effort to adjust their provocative posture. The little red head spoke, “Hi Zach!” she sighed.
“Hi yourself” Zachariah responded with a puzzled tone in his voice. The girls straighten up concealing their round derrieres under the modified plaid skirts. The red head recognized the lack of recognition on the stud’s face.
“I’m Rebecca Miller, I’m in your Math class” she explained with a nervous smile.
“Oh yeah Rebecca” Zach responded as if he remembered her; he didn’t. “How ya doin'” he asked adopting the clich�d Bronx accent and proceeding toward the door.
“Good luck in the game tomorrow” Rebecca added shyly as the buff football hero made his way between them.
“Thanks,” he said glancing at the girl with the longer brown hair. “It’s gonna be a good game. Are you coming to watch?”
“I wouldn’t miss it” the red head replied enthusiastically.
“Great!” Zack returned with equal enthusiasm “we need all the support we can get.” He was already late for practice so he finished by saying “See ya around” as he bound down the front steps toward the Washburn Construction pickup.
“You know him?” Rachel observed as they both watched the beautifully displayed athletic butt disappear into the truck.
“He’s the quarterback of the junior football team” Rebecca informed her friend in a sigh. Rachel couldn’t miss the dreamy eyed look on her house guest’s face. The girls were still watching the quarterback depart when missus Koch arrived in the foyer; neatly wiped and with a little wad of tissue installed in the crotch of her thong to absorb future drainage.
“Missus Koch, this is Rebecca, she’s in my English and Keyboarding classes” Rachel introduced her classmate.
“Pleased to meet you Rebecca; will you be staying for dinner?”
“Yes thank you” the red head replied politely. “My mom said it was OK.”
“Good,” Agnes said brightly “we’re happy that Rachel has started to make friends at school already. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.” The older woman’s practiced eye had already done a thorough survey of the teenager’s developing form. ‘She’s a little taller and more filled out than Rach’ she observed. The exceptionally fair freckled skin made the white blouse not the ideal color for the pretty youngster but her amazing shape would have looked good in anything, or even better in nothing. The last part of the thought tickled Agnes’s swollen vulva.
“We’re gonna go upstairs and get our homework done so we can relax after dinner” the chestnut haired youngster announced as the two nymphs made for the stairs.
“Sounds like a great plan” the preacher’s wife agreed enjoying the swish of the little bums and just the slightest hint of white cotton peaking from under the plaid as they ascended. She knew her clit was beginning to bulge. ‘Damn!’ she thought ‘I wouldn’t be so horny if it weren’t for that fuckin’ dream.’
The recollection of her nap time reverie brought back a flood of memories. The subsequent encounters with Amy’s mother had been both thrilling and instructive. Finding out that her best friend and her best friend’s mom had regular tutorials in the fine art of woman on girl lovin’ was like falling into a bed of rose petals. It turned out Amy’s mom had been grooming her daughter since she was a toddler to appreciate the joys of lesbian sex.
Missus Mitchell had been encouraging her daughter for weeks to initiate her friend but she was too shy. The thirty something mother had decided, when the opportunity arose, to take matters into her own hands. Between them the Mitchell women had educated the young Agnes from kindergarten to Sapphic college in a matter of weeks. By the end of the next school year they were a team, seducing every pliable young woman they could. It was to form the foundation of the preacher’s wife’s desires for a lifetime. By their senior year the dragnet had expanded to include young boys; and the younger the better.
“Isn’t he the hunkiest thing ever?” Rebecca squealed as she plopped herself carelessly on the bed. Rachel sat at the desk watching her well developed new friend stretch out with her hands over her head which took the hem of her skirt above the triangle of white at the apex of her thighs. The chestnut haired teenager was surprised and a little embarrassed that the sight caused a thump in her girlhood.
“Yeah… I guess”
“You guess? Rach are you blind?” the redhead asked rolling over on the bed and looking at her companion.
“He’s good looking but he just seems… I don’t know… cocky,” the smaller girl replied.
“Sure he’s cocky he could have any girl in the school and he knows it.”
“Including you?” Rachel probed.
“Yeaaah!” Rebecca replied with a smirky smile, propping her head up on her elbows.
“Would you let him kiss you?”
“More than that!” the redhead assured.
“Have you kissed a boy before?” Rachel whispered leaning forward and sounding conspiratorial.
“Uh huh.”
“What was it like?”
“Well… it was… really… uh, really nice,” Rebecca answered with the dreamy look in her eyes again.
“I wouldn’t even know how,” Rachel lamented leaning back in the desk chair. Her friend scrambled around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward as Rachel had done moments ago.
“Would you like me to show you?” she said softly. The little throb Rachel had been feeling in her crotch was now joined by a sudden rise in temperature. Her breath seemed to be caught in her throat so she just nodded. Rebecca was disheveled from rolling around on the bed as she stood and approached.
Taking her classmate’s chin in her fingers and tipping her head back, brown eyes met sparkling green ones before the standing girl’s mouth descended and her lips enveloped the seated brunette’s. There was such a large power surge between her legs that Rachel had to moan. Encouraged by the younger girl’s very positive reaction Rebecca began to suck her friend’s lips into her mouth, and then her tongue began to seek admission to the seated girl’s soft hot interior.
Feeling the tongue against her teeth Rachel impulsively opened her mouth to admit the invader. The intrepid tongue began exploring everything it could reach while the brown haired girl enjoyed the stimulation. She was surprised at how the sensation in her mouth, seemed to be mirrored in her girlhood. It was almost like when missus Koch had licked her yesterday.
It was certainly not as intense but the teenager was still amazed at the apparent direct connection between the inside of her mouth and her cookie. It seemed natural to meet the intruding tongue with hers. Again she was reminded of her experience with the pastor’s wife and how right it felt to take the dangling nipple in her mouth and to lick it.
Agnes was rubbing spices into the skin of the chicken she was preparing for the oven. The bumpy smoothness felt sensual under her fingers even though it was cold. Her erotic reminiscence had progressed to the summer before her senior year of high school. That was the summer Amy’s Aunt had come to visit. Missus Mitchell’s younger sister had a son, Todd, who had just turned twelve.
The boy was kind of plump and awkward. He was more into comic books than sports. In today’s lingo he’d be called a nerd but the term didn’t exist back in the day. On the second day of their visit Amy’s and Todd’s mother decided to go shopping, leaving the boy in the care of his oversexed cousin. As soon as the sisters were out of the house Amy called Agnes to come over for a swim. “Wear that pink two piece that’s too small for you now” her friend had requested. The woman stroking the poultry skin recalled the conversation as though it were yesterday.
“Amy! I don’t even know if I can get into that old rag!” she’d protested.
“That’s OK,” her blonde friend giggled. “I don’t think you’ll be in it for very long.”
She and Amy were out by the pool but timid little Todd stayed inside watching cartoons in the family room. Agnes remembered how uncomfortable she’d been. ‘The bathing suit bottoms cut up into my groin and left a lot of black pubic hair showing. Nobody shaved and very few even trimmed back in those days. In the back the completely inadequate seat pulled up between my butt cheeks, almost like a thong but not as comfortable. My ‘C’ cup tits had spilled out of the ‘B’ cups in every direction. I looked like a comic book character’.
‘She had me strut around that pool while she snuck peeks through the patio doors to be sure we had his attention’. The bird was finally ready and as the pastor’s wife put it in the oven she recalled Amy taking her by the hand and leading her back into the house. ‘He was trying to tear his eyes off our lewd display but he couldn’t. Amy asked him if he thought my suit was too small.’
“Agnes thinks she’s out grown this, Todd what do you think?” and then she started trying to adjust my bottoms which made the crotch piece practically disappear between my lips. He just sat there with his mouth open. “I think it’s kinda sexy don’t you?” That’s when she sat on the couch beside him and pushed him back ’cause he’d been leaning forward with his elbows on his knees since we’d come back in the house.
The reason he’d assumed that position was very obvious once his back was against the sofa cushions. His little wiener was making a tent out of the grey sweat pants he was wearing. “Oh you definitely think its sexy so don’t lie,” Amy said to him.
The poor kid turned several shades of scarlet; he was sweating and panting like he was about to go into cardiac arrest. I felt kinda sorry for him, in a way, but by now the crotch of the suit was pressing on my clit and was turning my thermostat up to boil. The sight of his immature hard-on trying to poke its way through the fleece material was making me feel tingly all over.’
The pastor’s wife pulled half a dozen potatoes out of the storage bin and began peeling them over the compostable container. The heat in her crotch was mimicking the sensation she’d been feeling those twenty plus years ago. ‘I gotta stop this’ she admonished herself, grinding her pussy against the edge of the counter.
The girl’s tongues were dancing to some instinctive choreography when Rachel felt a hand on her breast. The contact sent a spike of pleasure through her so intense that she squealed and pulled away. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” Rebecca sobbed as she stood up breaking the lip contact. The seated girl looked up at her red haired friend feeling so aroused and confused she could hardly breathe. Her older more experienced friend’s pale freckled skin glowed bright pink and she also seemed to be starving for air.
“No… no it’s OK” the missionary’s daughter pleaded “it feels nice.” She took Rebecca’s hand and put it back on her firm little boob.
“Oh God!” Becky sighed “do you mean it?” In answer Rachel reached up and cupped one of her new friend’s impressive globes feeling the hard center point on her tiny soft palm. With a grunt of pleasure the red head began to work the buttons on the front of the brunette’s blouse. The heat rose from her belly and enveloped her as the fasteners yielded to the nimble teenaged fingers. The coolness of the air in the room was a relief for Rachel when the cotton halves of her top parted.
“Have you ever… you know… fooled around with another girl?” Rachel’s asked as her friend sank to her knees.
“Lots of times” the older girl confided. “It’s usually more fun with girls than boys; have you?” Rachel was confused by the question. ‘Did the encounter with missus Koch count, ’cause she isn’t a girl, she is a full grown woman’.
“Uh… no… not really,” she rationalized.
“And you’ve never been with a guy either” Becky prompted trying to contain her excitement. The missionary’s daughter shook her head indicating the negative. The older girl kneeling in front of her was pushing her simple white cotton bra up out of the way. With the back strap still fastened the garment squished her round boobies into an odd shape. It made the pink areolas, which took up most of the top of her breast anyway, look even larger.
“Holy… Rach you’ve got some amazing nips… they’re huge!” the red head appreciated finding she had way too much saliva all of a sudden. “No wonder they’re so touchy. If you thought it felt good when I touched them through all those clothes you better fasten your seatbelt.” Becky warned as she extended her tongue and made a wide wet track around the puffy pink circle.
“Ughhhh!” Rachel groaned. The pressure of her bra squeezing her tits seemed to make them more sensitive too. Rebecca didn’t hesitate, giving the other bulging areola the same sort of lick. A fire had ignited between the seated girl’s legs and she squirmed against the seat of the chair. Her friend took the little protruding tip in the center of her left areola in her mouth and started sucking and tonguing it while she gently squeezed and teased the other tit with her left hand.
The pleasure was so intense that Rachel didn’t think she’d be able to stand it and nearly pushed her lover’s head away. She was sort of afraid of offending the older girl, and her only real friend, so she grabbed the arms of the desk chair and tried to hold on as the waves swept over her.
Becky was not satisfied with the access so she reached behind her host and her experienced fingers easily unclipped the hooks in spite of the added tension on the back strap. Now that it was loose it was quite easy to push it up out of the way and really feast on her classmate’s tits.
When missus Koch had played with her boobs yesterday Rachel was surprised at how much it added to her arousal. Now with her breasts in the lead she realized they weren’t the supporting cast they were the co- stars. She was starting to think that if Becky kept this up she was going to experience that awesome explosive release that no one had taken the time and trouble to give her a name for.
For better or worse, just as she felt the throbbing in her pussy reaching a critical level, her friend rocked back on her heels panting. Both the kneeling girl’s hands continued to work over the saliva slippery mounds. “Oh fuck Rach this is making me sooo wet.” Becky flipped her legs out from underneath her so she was sitting at her playmate’s feet. Reaching under the short plaid skirt she stripped her saturated panties of with incredible aplomb.
“See!” she moaned tossing the soggy cotton in Rachel’s lap. The younger girl had been so close to cumming that her head was spinning out of control and she could hardly see. As the seated teenager picked up the underpants from the tops of her thighs Rebecca pulled the hem of her skirt up with her left hand and her right went to work furiously on her swollen soppy vulva.
Impulsively the chestnut haired teenager brought her girlfriend’s underwear to her nose and inhaled the aroma. It was sort of like missus Koch’s but sweeter somehow. She sniffed the wet cotton and watched Becky’s hand blur it was moving so fast. “Oohhhh fuuuuck!” the girl on the floor wailed. Rachel thought it looked like an excellent idea so she pulled her own undies down to her ankles. She ran her fingers slowly and gently between the parted slippery lips, never taking her eyes off Rebecca.
Agnes was determined to get the potatoes cut and into the roasting pan with the chicken but her mind would not stay focused. She’d tried her hardest to push the recollection of that July day at Amy Mitchell’s out of her thoughts but it just kept coming back.
Amy had used the oldest ploy in the book on her twelve year old cousin; ‘show us yours and we’ll show you ours’. The boy just sat there looking terrified but so horny he was powerless to stop what was happening. Amy offered to go first and stripped off her bathing suit bottoms. Then she sat on the arm of the couch beside the boy and opened her legs. There was a sound that Agnes recalled as being inhuman followed by the appearance of a huge wet area on the front of the preteens sweat pants. She recalled her first whiff of the slightly vinegary scent of semen.
Agnes only intended to wipe her hands on the front of her apron. She rubbed over her mons with a pressure far grater than that task required. Her aching womanhood pleaded with her. With shaking hands she managed to get the spuds into the roasting pan and re-closed the oven door. Setting the timer on the stove; ‘I’ve got an hour’ she concluded and made a dash for the stairs.
The sounds she heard from Rachel’s bedroom stopped her in her tracks. Some people can fake those sounds, but the average person can only really make them when they were in the throws of sexual ecstasy. The gap between the wall and the door frame of her ward’s room was smaller than the one in her bedroom but when she put her eye right up against it, the spectacle went straight to her crotch.
The cute little red head was on her knees between the missionary’s daughter’s widely spread legs, her face buried in the treasure that nested there. The round naked pubescent butt was presented to the incredibly horny older woman framed by the plaid skirt. The spasm in her pussy was so powerful that her knees buckled. The shreds of her discretion tugged at her but she knew she’d go through that door even if Hades lay on the other side. Opening the door she was blasted with the aroma of arousal. ‘This surely wasn’t Hades… but it might be the box office’ she thought as she crossed the small room.