Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 17:51:30 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pastor's Wife -5 (final)

The Pastor's Wife – 5
By Jackie

       Rachel Percival entered the preacher's study with high hopes. She
was very confused by the sexual experiences she'd had in the past
week. They were so at odds with what her mother had taught her. The
confusion stemmed from missus Koch, the pastor's wife, who had assured the
teenager that what they were doing was perfectly fine in the eyes of the
Almighty. Rachel had some confidence that the wife of a pastor would know
right from wrong so how to rationalize the conflict between what her mother
said and what missus Koch said formed the essence of why she was here in
the minister's office.

       Reverend Koch smiled at the cute fifteen year old and got up from
behind his desk. "Why don't we sit over here," he said indicating the couch
that stood along one wall, "while you tell me what's on your mind."

       Respectfully he waited for his guest to take her seat. The sofa was
quite low and soft. It had the expected effect on the girl's risqué
hemline. Rachel was wishing she'd thought to unroll the waistband before
she'd come in but it was too late now. The softness and the angle of the
seat cushions made it very hard for her to keep her underpants from showing
no matter how much she tugged at the plaid skirt.

       Sydney Koch her pastor and guardian clenched his hands as the white
panties came into view. The sight seemed to travel straight down his optic
nerve to his balls. He felt the first stirrings in his member, which was
completely unrestrained under his pajama pants. `Better sit down quickly
else the cat, so to speak, will be out of the bag rather earlier than is
prudent,' he thought.

       "How can I help you my child?" Syd asked in his most `pastoral'
tone; perching himself on the front edge of the couch so he could see the
sights and hide the result. The teenager looked down at her hands in her
lap which were keeping a constant downward tension on the hem of her
skirt. She knew this wasn't going to be easy but she now found that she was
having trouble figuring out how to start. `Keep it as simple as possible
and ask what you want to know,' she counseled herself.

       "Is it OK to touch yourself...uh, I mean... uh sexually?" she
finally stammered. The question was one the experienced preacher had dealt
with before. It had been asked in different words at different times but he
was familiar with the concern.

       "Your body was created by God dear. All of its wonderful functions
are there for a reason. You must understand your body's needs and, yes God
wants you to satisfy those needs. Does that help?"

       "I... I... guess so..." the girl replied still looking down. She
interpreted the rather cryptic answer to mean it was okay.

       "If it's okay to touch yourself... is it okay to let other people
touch you that way?" Rachel asked as she continued to tug.

       "It really boils down to a matter of maturity," the preacher
informed her. "You're fifteen years old. In biblical times you'd be married
by now, maybe even have a child of your own. Society has changed for a lot
of reasons but when you are ready for these things then there is nothing in
the scriptures that forbids you from learning about and exploring all the
functions of your body." The pastor took wide liberties with biblical
references in these situations. The chestnut haired girl was relieved at
the tone and direction the conversation was taking and finally looked up
into Pastor Koch's face. His kind handsome face was smiling and Rachel
smiled back.

       "Why did my mom tell me... uh not to... uh, you know," she struggled
to get an intelligible version of her question out.

       "Your mother isn't wrong sweetheart, she's just being very
careful. She doesn't know how mature you are. There is always the danger of
getting involved with the wrong people. She just wants to protect you. If
you are with people who know and worship the Lord then you're safe." Syd
gauged the reaction to his misdirection. He saw his ward soaking it in
without any apparent misgivings so he decided, based on his overnight
change of heart, to try to take it one step further.

       "You know that everyone comes into the world naked?" the preacher
looked at the teen for agreement. Her nod and apparent interest in what he
was saying encouraged the philandering man of God. "That's the way God
intended us to be. Adam and Eve only lost the privilege of being naked
because they listened to the serpent. You know who the serpent was, don't
you?" he asked a little condescendingly.

       "Satan!" the teenager blurted out.

       "Very good!" Pastor Koch complimented. "It's really the fault of the
devil that we wear clothes at all. We're closest to the Almighty when we
are the way he made us. He always intended us to love our bodies, but there
are bad people in the world and so only in the safety of Christian
sanctuary is it safe to return to and explore the way He would have us be."

       Rachel stopped tugging at her hem as a matter of fact she let go of
it altogether. Her pastor had given her the permission. "Would you like to
get closer to God with me?" Syd asked placing his warm hand on her cool
knee and holding his breath.

       "Yesss..." the teenager responded and it came out very breathy,
almost a sigh.

       "Return to the blessed garden with me," the preacher implored as he
stood up and extended his hands.

       Rachel saw the prominent shape like piece of pipe in the leg of the
pastor's pajama bottoms. She knew what it was but she had a very poor grasp
of erect versus flaccid. She willingly took the minister's hands and he
pulled her toward himself. When she was on her feet her pastor stepped back
and said: "Will you shed your earthly rags and commune with me?" As an
answer the youngster began to work the buttons on her blouse. When she laid
her top on the couch she was clad in the white nylon bra, the one her
nipples shone through the brief cotton panties and the too short plaid
skirt. It took a few moments to unroll the waistband of the skirt but it
was necessary to get at the fasteners. She found her eyes drawn to the
preacher's groin area. `This isn't supposed to be sexual' she was telling
herself but her pussy had started to hum nonetheless.

       Syd felt the tension building in his bag `Ten years ago I'd be as
stiff as board by now,' he lamented as his boner was just past half mast,
but definitely rising. `It's OK being a little slow to get up as long as it
eventually gets there,' the minister acknowledged thinking about the
plethora of E.D. medication out there. He was thrilled by the full screen
view of the little girl white cotton panties as she stepped out of the
skirt. The teenager took a deep breath before reaching behind her back to
release the fastener on her bra. She didn't know why this process was
having such an effect on her. She was completely oblivious to the art of
strip tease or the effect that just taking your clothes off in front of
your partner could have on both parties.

       The pastor clenched his teeth in a grimace as the nylon breast cover
slid down his ward's arms. He was trying mightily to make it look like a
smile but there was no denying the tension in his face. Rachel wasn't
looking at his face at that point anyway. She was much more interested in
the activity that was taking place inside the pajama pants. Syd marveled at
the size and color of the teenaged areolas. `They're huge' he thought `and
so succulent looking.' The unveiling of the firm rounded cones provided the
final stimulus needed to complete the ascension of his manhood. He'd sort
of seen them before, the other evening just before dinner, but at that time
he'd been in no shape to fully appreciate them. `They're so... so... fresh'
was the best word he could come up with. Staring at the tender titties he
noticed the areolas beginning to crinkle and their immature center points
beginning to emerge and stand out.

       Rachel felt the tingling in her breasts and was embarrassed by the
way her nipples were reacting. She did not have the experience to be able
to separate the nervous feeling in her tummy from the arousal that was
centered several inches lower down. As she started to push the white cotton
of her underpants down over her hips she wondered if the pastor would be
able to see how swollen she was down there. She was blaming herself for the
way she was reacting `I hope Pastor Koch can teach me to be more spiritual
about being naked... this is the way God intended us to be!' she reminded
herself as she stepped out of her panties and put them on the couch with
the rest of her things.

       "You have a beautiful body little one," her pastor complimented
gently running his hands down the outside of the girl's upper arms. He so
wanted to fondle those fabulous adolescent breasts but he resisted the
temptation. His dick was so hard now that it throbbed. He forced himself
not to think about his ultimate goal for fear of prematurely releasing his
load. For several ball gripping seconds he simply stood there with his
hands on the satiny flesh of her biceps admiring the pubescent
perfection. His eyes roved down to the thin curly triangle of hair covering
her pubic mound. He felt his manhood twitch and an almost painful jolt in
his testes as he recognized the pink glow of arousal through the pubic
foliage. From this angle he couldn't be certain, but he could see enough of
the teenaged labia to suggest that those delicate protruding wings were
already damp. The girl was beginning to shiver.

       "Are you cold sweetheart?" the minister asked folding the naked
teenager against him in a warming hug.

       "No," Rachel sighed as she felt the heat of his body and the
hardness of him pressing against her.

       Reveling in the feel of those soft cones compressing on his lower
ribs, and the welcome pressure of her upper tummy against his erection Syd
was thinking `I bet if I just rocked back and forth like this for a couple
of minutes I'd cum'.

       The girl felt the waves of heat rising from her pelvis, they were
making her feel a little dizzy. It felt so nice, so loving. She wished her
pastor was naked too.

       "Aren't you going to... uh... um... take your, uh, clothes off too?'
she whispered against the distinctly masculine smell of his worn T shirt.

       "Of course honey," the preacher agreed, releasing his embrace.

       Using the cross handed method he stripped the upper half of his
pajama ensemble over his head. The teenager felt a surge between her legs
when her guardian's grey haired upper torso came into view. Syd had to pull
the waistband of his PJ bottoms out away from his body to clear the pole
that was sticking straight up from his crotch. When the elastic cleared his
hips he let it fall, depositing the thin cotton pants around his
ankles. Rachel felt a much larger more powerful tremor in her girlhood as
the veiny turgid organ was revealed. She remembered how amazingly hot and
hard it had felt in the pre-dinner session a couple of days ago. She found
herself shivering again and it certainly had nothing to do with being
cold. As a matter of fact she was boiling. When the naked man stepped on
his discarded drawers, alternating feet to get them completely off, the
youngster was thrilled by how the stiff penis bobbed and swayed. She was
dying to touch it again.

       Syd was not surprised at the gnawing feeling in his nuts now that he
was standing naked in front of the missionary's daughter. He could
practically feel the pressure of her gaze on the tightly stretched skin of
his hard-on. Rachel, meantime, was observing the tiny drop of fluid on the
slit in the purple head. She recalled how much she had enjoyed licking the
stuff that had come out of it—the stuff she didn't have a name
for—off her hand.

       "Isn't it just divine to be free... to be the way God intended?" he
observed as he folded the girl against his nakedness.

       For a heart wrenching instant he thought he'd made a terrible
mistake. When he felt her firm boobies squash against him he was amazed
that he could feel their rigid little tips even though his matted hair on
his stomach. That tiny sensation coupled with the much larger stimulus of
his dick pressing its exposed length against the unbelievably soft flesh of
her torso very nearly put him over the edge.

       The hug was necessarily brief. When he backed off the teenager
noticed that there was now a much bigger drop of milky stuff coming out of
her pastor's penis. She also realized that she had stopped shaking and a
surprising calm had come over her. The pressure she was feeling in her
pelvis was sort of like the other times but it was different too. `When I
was with the missus Koch and Becky the feeling seemed to be all kinda on
the outside... but this is deeper... inside me... it's like an itch that
needs to be scratched.'

       "It is blasphemous that the iniquity in this world forces us to
cover up God's most magnificent masterpiece," the reverend declared. "God
has imbued the human body with the capacity for so much pleasure! Sexual
joy is His gift to us. He provides us with an opportunity to glimpse heaven
if only for a moment."

       Rachel felt the power of the capable orator's words and was
moved. Looking deeply into the teenager's eyes the preacher asked "Will you
come with me my child? Will you open yourself to experience God's wonderful
gift?"

       Syd hoped he wasn't laying it on too thick. It felt like there
should be a choir singing behind him and a tune did come into his head but
it wasn't a hymn. It was a verse from an old Don Henley tune;

       "But I know a place where we can go
       And wash away this sin
       We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by
       And the tall grass waves in the wind
       Just lay your head back on the ground
       And let your hair spill all around me
       Offer up your best defense
       But this is the end
       This is the end of the innocence"

       "Yes," the chestnut haired stark naked teenager whispered while the
song played in his head.

       The preacher was very cognizant of the signs of arousal his ward was
showing; the expression on her face, the stiffly protruding nipples, and
possibly the clearest indication, the unmistakable scent of female sexual
juices. Pastor Koch took the delectable adolescent titties in his hands,
squeezing and caressing the supple flesh. He was rewarded immediately by
his supplicant's reaction. Her head tipped back, her eyes closed and a moan
so deep rose from her core that he could scarcely believe the sound had
come from the girl's small body. He would have been content to play with
her breasts for a long time but he was dying to see her ultimate
treasure. Guiding the youngster by the shoulders he positioned her so that
her butt was on the arm of the sofa. She was more leaning on it than
sitting when he sank to his knees and lifted her slender thighs onto his
shoulders.

       Rachel felt the roughness of his whiskers on her very tender inner
thighs and his breath tickling the damp pubic hairs around her slit. The
preacher reached up between the now seated girl's legs and rubbed his
fingers over her slippery vulva. The long awaited contact with her pussy
caused a massive lightning bolt to shoot from her throbbing girlhood up
through her head. What started as a groan similar to her utterance when her
pastor had touched her breasts turned into high pitched squeal. Reverend
Koch inhaled the delicate sweet aroma and used his fingers to spread the
long lips and expose his ward's hidden pleasure center. Rachel felt the
strong thick fingers opening her, and the surging started.

       Waves of sensation washed over her that seemed to be looking for
something, waiting for something, trying to find a tiny missing piece. The
missing piece, the catalyst that turned the waves of pleasure into a
tsunami was Pastor Koch's tongue flicking over her exposed clit. The bright
lights of heavens gate filled her head and her legs closed on the
sixty-something head that had her clit firmly between its lips. The tingle
went from her toes to her hair. Her hips heaved throwing her off the arm of
the couch onto the soft seat pulling her pussy eating pastor with her. The
minister wound up resting on his hip beside the sofa. He had felt the
blast, of what he didn't know, hit his chin and dribble down his neck. Syd
wondered if the teenager's bladder had let go when she came. He'd never
been into water sports but he also didn't care at that moment what it
was. `My dick is so hard it's liable to break off like a crystal spike,' he
thought. `I gotta bury it in this incredibly hot snatch.' Unwrapping
Rachel's legs from around his head he was amazed at how light she was when
he redeposited her butt on the arm of the sofa.

       >>>>>>

       Agnes put her purse on the hall table about the same time her
teenaged ward cried out on her way to heaven. She knew not only what that
sound meant but who had made it. She stood just short of the study doorway
silently, but not idly watching her naked husband disengage himself from
their ward's thighs. He had the girl positioned on the arm of the couch a
few seconds later. When the pastor wiped his manhood through the plump
leaky vulva Agnes realized `He's gonna pop her cherry without me... bad
idea!'

       "Sidney," she called in a firm sounding tone. The heads of both of
the worshipers snapped toward the sound of her voice. The preacher was
shocked and he would have been more scared were it not for the fact that
his wife was smiling and naked.

       The pastor's wife took their naked ward by the hand. "Come on
sweetie I need to make sure you're ready for this." Over her shoulder she
said to her minister husband, "You can come up in about ten minutes."

       In the Koch's bedroom Agnes sat the highly aroused and somewhat
bewildered teen on the edge of the bed. "Put your feet up here honey," the
preacher's wife instructed pushing the girl's dangling feet up against her
butt. With a light outward pressure on the adolescent knees the slender
thighs parted and Agnes was treated to a view of the girl's cum drenched
split peach between the silky columns. It was hard to separate the labial
folds because they were so slippery. It didn't help that Rachel's hips were
spasming. "Hold still sweetie," the kneeling woman commanded. "I need to
see what your cherry looks like."

       The teenager could feel the intense heat building up in her abdomen
again. Missus Koch's breath on her overheated and saturated pussy lips was
making her crazy but she did her best not to move.

       Agnes wanted nothing more than to drink down every drop of the
nectar that was so freely flowing but she had a job to do. She was finally
able to expose the virginal vestibule and was very pleased to see that
fingers and tampons had done serious damage to the membrane guarding the
entrance. It wouldn't be without trauma but fortunately Syd wasn't hung
like Zack so he could probably finish the obliteration of the girl's hymen
with minimal pain.

       The pastor's wife felt her preacher husband behind her and turned to
see the sixty plus year old rod waving in front of the grey pubic nest. For
a moment she was tempted to wrap her mouth around his engorged member but
decided that he was going to have more stimulation than he could stand
inside the hot tight recesses of their teenaged ward. Agnes scooted up onto
the bed beside the girl as Syd advanced, lance at the ready. His wife
stroked the chestnut locks from the teenager's face and whispered, "Just
relax sweetheart."

       Rachel felt the pastor's cock head wipe up and down her throbbing
crease, locating the point of entry. When he felt centered the preacher
pushed very gently feeling the spongy teenaged lips envelope the end of his
glans. The sensation was so intense that he feared he might climax before
he even achieved penetration.

       To Rachel the pressure against her introitus made her want to thrust
her hips but her mentor was still cooing in her ear, "be still sweetie just
wait." She looked up at her husband and saw the strain on his face.

       "Go slow Syd, nice and easy."

       It was anything but easy.

       The grey haired minister applied increasing pressure with his hips
but all that happened was the mind bending sensation on the end of his
penis got almost intolerable. Then as if some magical gate had opened he
penetrated the tattered hymen and slid half the depth of his dick into the
steaming interior. The feel of the soft wet tissues gripping the head and
shaft of his cock tighter and more deliciously than anything he could ever
recall sent bolts of pleasure into his balls and up his belly.

       Rachel felt a sharp burning sensation as the divine member slipped
into her channel. The pain was brief and minor compared to the ecstatic
waves of joy that were sweeping through her. Syd pushed in to the hilt and
the prone teenager began to buck and thrust. His dick hadn't been this hard
in years and the virgin pussy gripped the stone hard shaft tighter than he
had ever gripped it with his hand. The interior was nothing like the
surface of a hand. The soft delicate tissues that clamped down on his penis
felt like the finest velvet only better. He was rocking his hips back and
forth which seemed to compliment Rachel's up and down hip movement. Agnes
desperately wanted to finger her throbbing womanhood as she observed the
carnal scene but knew that she had to stay alert for the out of control
participants.

       The preacher's wife was glad that the teenager orgasmed so
quickly. The girl's climactic scream gave her just the margin of error she
needed.

       Getting to her knees, so she was close to her husband's sweat
streaked face she rubbed her hands on his hairy chest and said firmly
"Don't cum inside her honey."

       The critical moment for the reverend was seconds away but the sage
advice managed to penetrate the pre-orgasmic haze. He pulled his ready to
explode wand out just in time. His darling wife wrapped her talented mouth
around the surging organ and sucked down the creamy load that came out in
three explosive bursts.

       Pastor Koch crumpled to his knees and grabbed his balls to massage
away the ache. The pain was actually somewhat comforting since it affirmed
that his family jewels had not just been ejaculated out the end of his
still twitching dick.

       The teenager had rolled on her side and had both hands between her
legs. Agnes redirected the pussy juice on her face from her husband's cock
that had missed her mouth. She thought it was an amazing taste sensation
the girl's cum mixed with her man's.

       The pastor's wife knew the teenager was going to be sore for a day
or two so she leaned over their moaning ward and said, "Come on sugar what
you need is a nice warm bath. It'll be soothing."

       >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

       Weeks passed and the emotional and physical bond between the
unlikely threesome strengthened. It wasn't a non-stop orgy but the norm in
the Koch household fostered a carnal atmosphere. Their love for each other
grew way out and beyond the sexual plane.

       It was mid-morning on the fateful day. Agnes was surprised to hear
the front door open and close. `Syd must have forgotten something' she
reasoned. Drying her hands on her apron she poked her head around the door
frame of the kitchen into the entry hall.

       "What did you...? "Her voice trailed off. One look at her husband's
ashen tear streaked face told her something was dreadfully wrong. He looked
at her and his eyes pierced her heart. He just stood there in the door and
the raven haired woman realized he was shaking. "Honey what's wrong?" she
said stepping toward her lean grey haired partner.

       "They're gone..." the words came as a tiny squeak from somewhere
deep in his throat. His arms were around her and he seemed to almost
collapse against her sobbing violently.

       It wasn't as though Agnes had never seen him cry before. He was a
passionate emotional man, but never like this. His body shook and shuddered
and the sounds he made were heart wrenching. `What did he mean...They're
gone?' Agnes wasn't even sure she'd heard the words correctly. She was sure
that she couldn't support the weight he was putting on her so she managed
to maneuver him into the living room and get them both seated on the
couch. His face was still buried in her neck and his tears were soaking her
top but the sobbing and shuddering seemed to have subsided a little. When
she thought he might have regained enough composure to respond she asked
him again, "what is it honey? What's gotten you so upset?" Without
releasing his grip on her or raising his head he took a deep shaky breath.

       "They came in the night... and they... they... burned it..." the
squeaky whisper disintegrated into more sobbing.

       Agnes was getting very upset herself and she didn't even know
why—only that anything that could devastate the pastor like this must be
bad. Lifting his head by the chin and looking into his red swollen eyes,
the pastor's wife tried to get back to the point,

       "You said they're gone. What did you mean?"

       "Rachel's parents, Al and Nancy... they're... Oh Jesus... they're
dead!" the sentence had started in a croaky whisper and ended in a bone
chilling wail. The words hit Agnes like a sledge hammer. She felt the lump
growing in her throat even before the meaning had fully sunk in.

       "No, no it can't be... how do you know... it must be wrong..."
Sydney Koch's gorgeous wife denied his news as her own tears began to
flow. It was just what the doctor ordered. Seeing his wife's tears of grief
begin to fall the pastor was able to get control of his own emotions and
assume his more familiar role as the quintessential comforter. He hugged
the woman of his dreams tightly and whispered in a fairly controlled, if
croaky voice,

       "The rebels came to the school last night. They just started
shooting... killing people indiscriminately. Al and Nancy herded the
children into the school for safety and they... they burned
it... down... with them... in... side..." in spite of the fact that the end
of the explanation trailed off into a high pitched sob the words were clear
enough for the now weeping woman to understand what the minister was
saying.

       Understanding the true meaning and the impact of the news was going
to take days, if not weeks. They held each other and cried for a long time.

       Eventually the physically and emotionally exhausted couple
parted. Syd slid off the edge of the sofa, and twisted around so that he
was on his knees, his face on the seat cushions. He began to pray
silently. Agnes joined him. The scene was eerily similar to one that had
played out in the missionary's residence six months ago when Al and Nancy
Percival had beseeched God for guidance on whether to take their only
daughter back to the mission field. Even as Pastor Koch prayed for the
souls of the departed missionaries he was thanking the Almighty for the
guidance that had kept the teenager in the States—otherwise she'd be
dead too.

       Agnes didn't know the girl's parents the way her husband did. Her
mourning was for the precious teenager that she had come to adore. `How can
we tell her?' she pleaded for an answer from above.

       When the minister felt he had sufficiently petitioned for the safe
passage into heaven for his fallen comrades he remained on his knees. The
overwhelming guilt that now consumed his mind was so powerful that it
displaced the grief. `I sent them into that danger... it's my fault that
she... she's lost her parents.'

       His love for the chestnut haired teenager was no less powerful than
his wife's. The tears began to flow again as his heart poured out for the
cherished child. Agnes pulled him to his feet and practically dragged the
spent sixty year old clergyman to the bedroom. They collapsed on their
marital bed where their emotionally overwrought bodies eventually gave into
the exhaustion.

       >>>>>>>

       It was midafternoon when the minister slipped from his sleeping
wife's embrace and took a long hot shower. As the revitalizing spray
cascaded over him he prayed for the strength to see his ward through this
catastrophe. It was of course part of his job to counsel and console the
grief stricken. He was an expert on the process and felt as though he was
already at stage three but he knew that regression was common.

       Pastor Koch put on a fresh white dress shirt and tucked it into his
black suit pants before making his way to his study. At his desk he scoured
the familiar appropriate biblical passages over and over wiping the tears
before they fell on the parchment. Agnes appeared in the door dressed in
her jade robe. She set the coffee on the desk beside his Bible, touched his
shoulder and left without saying a word. Syd took a long slug of the deep
brown liquid and coughed. It was heavily laced with whiskey, which he
decided was not such a bad idea. The drug did its work and an artificial
serenity descended. When he heard the front door open and close he knew the
second most painful moment of his life was at hand.

       Delivering the news to the teenager was the hardest thing he'd ever
had to do. Rachel screamed and wailed inconsolably for hours until sleep
finally, mercifully over took her.

       The days turned to weeks, and the weeks to months. With the passage
of time the grief and sense of loss shrunk until it was a hard compressed
nugget in the bottom of their hearts. Some situations and dates poked the
nugget and made it swell. Special occasions like birthdays, Christmas and
anniversaries always had that affect.

       The Koch's began adoption proceedings a few months after the
tragedy. Their standing in the community and the fact that the youngster
had been entrusted to the preacher and his wife, by her parents before
their death, made the process of legalizing the arrangement just a
formality.

       Rachel's high school graduation three years later was one of those
events that poked at the hard nugget. The sense of injustice at the
missionary couple not being there for this milestone in their daughter's
life weighted heavily on the little family. Syd looked skyward, letting the
tears stream into his ears as the chestnut haired eighteen year old
accepted her diploma. His faith assured him that Al and Nancy were smiling
down on the auspicious occasion.

       >>>>>>>>

       As with all freshmen, Rachel's first year of college was a major
adjustment. Away from home she devoted herself to her studies with
compulsive zeal. Agnes returned to her trolling ways. She founded a youth
group within the church which yielded a fresh crop of nubile adolescents
annually. Syd never forgave himself for the Percival's death and was never
quite the same.

       In Rachel's junior year the preacher retired, where upon his health
deteriorated rapidly. Agnes spent more and more of her time caring for her
beloved husband. Their step daughter returned home after graduation to help
out. The presence of the vivacious twenty three year old in the house
lifted their spirits but unfortunately did little to assuage the ravages of
guilt that sapped the old man's vitality. Rachel's helping out with Agnes's
youth group transitioned to where the chestnut haired young woman simply
took over—it seem very natural.

       Watching her step daughter by the pool with the girls of the church
group, the preacher's wife couldn't help being reminded of her own youth
and the times with Amy Mitchell and Amy's mother. It seemed so long ago
now. There was nothing scientific about the age range for the church
group. The youngest was twelve and the oldest sixteen. It happened to be
the age range Agnes preferred and she was never asked to justify it.

       The Saturday swimming pool get-togethers in the Koch's backyard,
when the weather was right, seemed to be the highlight of Syd's life. He
would sit in the wheel chair, which he used more, and more these days, and
watched the girls splash around for hours. Agnes often joined him, slipping
her hand under the blanket that covered her husband from the waist down she
was sometimes able to tease his reticent member to a semi rigid
state. Ejaculations were rare but the preacher seemed to enjoy the
pleasuring sensations in any case. The pastor's wife was quite sure the
frolicking youths took no notice of the towel across her own lap that hid
the fingers sneaking through the leg hole of her bathing suit. Menopause
had not robbed her of the ability to produce the slippery juice that
lubricated the clit stroking. There was enough noise from the water play to
easily drown out the climactic groans.

       One girl stood out—there was always at least one. The red head
named Brianna had joined the group last year at thirteen. Agnes and Rachel
were dazzled by the girl's development over the winter—development that
it seemed had not caught the attention of her parents, who allowed her to
continue to wear last year's leopard skin suit that couldn't contain the
her precocious body.

       The pastor's wife reminisced about the time with Amy's cousin. She,
at the behest of her best friend, had teased the poor virginal boy until he
came in his pants. It all started with a too small swim suit. Rachel had
the youngster by the hand and headed for the house. They passed near enough
to the older couple for Agnes to hear her step daughter saying

       "...it must be uncomfortable for you sweetie. I'm pretty sure I have
something that will fit better..."

       `I gotta see this!' the pastor's wife resolved. She waited a minute
before following the duo inside the residence.

       The house was much smaller than the specially constructed pastor's
home that the Koch's had vacated when Syd retired. Still it was everything
the little family required. The bungalow design made it much easier for the
ailing minister to manage. Agnes moved with impressive stealth down the
hall toward the bedrooms. Peeking around the corner she located her step
daughter rummaging through a drawer with the teenager in the ill-fitting
one piece suit standing behind her.

       "This might work," Rachel announced and held the top of a turquoise
two piece in front of the red head's chest. "What do you think?"

       "It's really pretty!" the teenager said enthusiastically. She had
been feeling more than a little uncomfortable in the undersized swimwear.

       "Do you wanna try it on?"

       "Uh huh," the sweet young thing agreed, and without any hint of
modesty slipped the leopard skin straps off her shoulders and peeled the
snugly clinging spandex down to her waist. The twin orange sized mounds
that popped free looked much larger now that they were not being compressed
by the stretchy material of the suit. Rachel felt the old familiar itch
between her legs, and Agnes gasped in the hallway.

       Brianna's skin was so fair that her tan was not noticeable until the
areas that had no sun exposure came into view. Her arms, shoulders, face
and legs looked to be an average flesh tone; her breasts and belly in
contrast were porcelain white. The areola on top of the developing boobies
was such a delicate shade of pink that the blush on the teenager's face
right now seemed to be deeper colored. Cool air in the air conditioned
house made the centers of the pale pink silver dollar sized circles poke
out and appear to be a shade or two darker.

       The teen seemed to have just realized that removing her top was no
longer the casual event it used to be, before the emergence of her new
chest adornments. The expression of playful amusement turned to one of
nervous embarrassment as her face attained the reddish glow. Brianna
reached for the halter but Rachel moved it away.

       "Honey this is a two piece suit," the church group leader
informed. "We're gonna have to get a thick coat of sun screen on you, or
your tummy and back'll be the color of cooked lobster before you get across
the yard." The youngster knew it was true. She had had enough painful
sunburns not to argue. "Take your suit the rest of the way off and I'll put
some on for you."

       The crimson of the girl's face extended down below her collar bone
as she threaded the leopard print spandex over her feet and dropped it on
the floor. She stood up with her hands cupped over her lightly furred mons.

       "Lie down on the bed on your tummy," Rachel commanded.

       The alabaster skinned teenager complied—thankful to have her most
private development out of sight for the moment. The pastor's step daughter
warmed the SPF 30 cream in her hands before applying it to the girl's upper
back. Brie flinched. "I'm sorry it's still cold isn't it? It'll get warmer
now."

       `Warmer!' though Rachel, `if it gets any hotter I'm gonna melt.' The
heat in her crotch increased noticeably as her hands smeared the white
cream over the silky warm flesh. The girl made a little sound when the
older woman's hand slid up the rise of her buttock.

       "Wanna make sure the part just below the waist band is covered," she
said excusing the intimate touch. "That's one of the worst places to get a
burn, `cause everything rubs on it." The statement was true but it didn't
justify going all the way to the top of the pert hillock.

       With another handful of lotion she started on the teenager's right
leg working her way up. Spreading the sun block up the back of the leg,
then massaging it toward the outside and inside of the slender legs until
one of her hands was directly between the soft thighs. Rachel could feel
the heat radiating from the virginal girlhood at the apex. Brianna had
begun to emit a low humming sound of contentment. When the church group
leader's hand brushed the fine orange hairs surrounding the teens
vulva. The masseuse heard her softly grunt. The tantalizing application of
sun screen was repeated on the left leg. Rachel's pussy had begun to throb
by the time she reached the girl's crotch the second time. The little
buttocks clenched and her pelvis made a quick circular thrusting motion
when the skilled young lesbian let her hand brush more firmly on the
pouting lips of the pubescent sex.

       "OK flip over," the woman with the greasy hands directed. Rachel
felt a surge go through her when the red head rolled over on her back.

       Painting the cream on the girl's upper chest she was able to watch
the dark pink nubs begin to emerge from the puffy nest of the soft pink
areola. Spreading the sun block over the upper slopes of the developing
mounds she noticed that Brianna's eyes were closed and the teenager was
biting her lip. The soft sort of humming sound was more evident now the she
was face up. `She's enjoying it,' Rachel observed and her own neediness
took over. The preacher's step daughter was suddenly massaging the pert
pubescent mounds with her slippery hands.

       "Ohhhhhh!" the prone teenager moaned but made no move to thwart the
assault.

       "It feels good doesn't it?" Rachel asked while kneading the aroused
teenager's boobs.

       Brie made a sound that the masseuse took for an
affirmative. Squeezing the tender pegs on top of the now glowing tits
caused the tortured teen to emit a fairly loud wailing sound and begin to
thrash about on the bed. Continuing to run her one hand over the girl's
breasts Rachel let her other hand wander down over the heaving tummy until
her finger tips touched the fine red-gold curls.

       "Do you ever rub down here?" she asked as her hand cupped the plump
mons.

       "Ughhhh, sometimes..." the fourteen year old groaned as the
experienced fingers began to separate the thick outer lips.

       "Do you know about this part?" Rachel questioned using two fingers
to hold the vulva open and the middle one to gently stroke the exposed
prepuce.

       "Noooo!" the girl wailed and it was almost a scream. Her legs
snapped together and she rolled on her side away from the stimulating
hand. She did not however escape because her closed thighs entrapped the
minister's daughter's hand and pulled the older woman onto the bed with
her. Brianna was afraid she was going to pass out from the intensity of the
pleasure the first semi direct contact with her clit spawned.

       Agnes had tiptoed right up to the bedroom doorway. The girl's feet
where toward her. From the reclined position the teenager had no view of
the door. Rachel's was sort of sideways on the edge of the bed and would
have had to twist pretty severely to see the door also. The pastor's wife
had her hand inside her swim suit bottoms rapidly strumming her rigid clit.

       `It's just like thirty-five years ago,' she was thinking. `That's me
laying there and missus Mitchell checking out my pussy.'

       Casting her step daughter in the role of the woman who had initiated
her into lesbian lovemaking for some inexplicable reason pushed her over
the edge. She hunched her nearly fifty year old hips and slid down the door
post, somehow managing to hold the vocalization of her climax mostly
in. She sat there panting for several tense seconds not really sure how
much noise she had made.

       A sly smile crossed Rachel's lips as her step mom and mentor in the
ways of lovemaking, lesbian and otherwise collapsed. She had known the
older woman was there for some time and hoped that the highly sexed
minister's wife wasn't going to interrupt her fun. Right now she selfishly
wanted the little red head all to herself.  It wasn't the first time she's
applied the lessons she'd learned from her stepmother in guiding a
pubescent young woman to begin to truly appreciate the pleasure her body
was capable of. `I'm just like her in a lot of ways' Rachel
acknowledged. `It kinda speaks to the nature versus nurture debate in a
way. I have become the new missus Koch, just like she became the new missus
Mitchell.'

       "Open up for me honey, I've got so much to show you" the chestnut
haired college grad suggested as she rolled the cooperative teenager onto
her back once again.

       THE END

So ends the story I wrote 8 years ago. I must say it was interesting to
revisit it. I always encourage comments good or bad (I can take criticism
especially if it's constructive).

Sincerely,
Jackie

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