Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2015 10:09:52 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pastor's Wife - 1

The Pastor's Wife – 1
By Jackie

Preface:
I wrote this story about eight years ago. It was posted on a rather obscure
website at that time. Looking through my archives I thought I should dust
it off and let it see the light of day again.

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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.

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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 outgoing 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 it 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 was 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 sighted 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 somewhat more aggressive. She
thought 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 the teen
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 labial 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 inner
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.

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 pancake 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 lust 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 direction, 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 Rachel 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.

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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?"

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To be continued

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