[OLDER WOMAN/Younger Man Story] [By BarondeSade] © [Guy gets strange invitation from the preacher's wife. ]
(Chapter One - Sunday School)
"But, Mom, I don't want to go to Sunday school," Wayne argued, pulling his suit coat on over his stiffly starched shirt. "I'm eighteen and I should be able to make my own decisions about that kind of stuff..."
"As long as you're living in this house," Martha said, "you'll abide by the rules of the house. And one of those rules is that everyone goes to church, whenever the church doors are open."
"Crap," he cursed. "Some rule."
"And watch your mouth," she told him, "or I'll ground you for a week. Now come on or we'll be late."
Wayne's father, Elmer turned the car into the church parking lot. After parking, Elmer and Martha got out and headed for the main auditorium, leaving Wayne to make his way over to the classroom where the eighteen through twenty-five year olds met. The teacher, Mrs. Wiggens had to be at least a hundred years old, he thought to himself
Stepping inside the building, he saw Mrs. Dawkins, the preacher's wife was standing outside the door to his classroom greeting everyone. What was gong on, he wondered? Where was Mrs. Wiggens? Well, she was old. Maybe, she'd croaked.
"Why, hello, Wayne," Mrs. Dawkins said to him as he stepped up. "Mrs. Wiggens is ill today, and I'm going to be your teacher."
"Cool," he said, starting to make his way to his seat.
"Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you could help me out with a few things over in the parsonage after class," she asked, reaching out to touch his arm as she spoke.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," he said, wondering what she wanted him to do.
"Fine. Thank you. After class is over, go on over and let yourself in while I tell your parents what's going on..." she smiled at him. "Now take your seat, please."
Maybe she wanted him to give her a little action, he lewdly fantasized. She was a pretty sexy old broad, he thought to himself, looking back at her and running his eyes up and down her body. For a preacher's wife...While she was no raving beauty, by any stretch of the imagination, there was something about her. She definitely had an air about her. A preacher's wife, sexy, he asked himself? How can that be? She is probably as cold as a fish in bed, what being married to a preacher and all. Then, as if she had read his mind, she turned toward him, gave him a warm smile and self-consciously ran her hand across her jutting breasts. If he didn't know better, he would swear that she was coming onto him. And it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra under her soft, tan sweater. Naw, he told himself, she wouldn't do that. Not in front of the whole congregation.
Sitting on a stool behind the wooden lectern, she had her spiked heels hooked on the footrest of the stool as she opened her bible and started reading.
"Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood, and as you lay there in your blood I said to you, Live!" She said, looking out over the class and smiling. "I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare. Later I passed by, and when I looked at you, I saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Sovereign LORD, and you became mine."
Odd passage to be teaching to a bunch of eighteen to twenty-five year olds, Wayne thought. But the more he thought about it, he realized that it was a perfect way to get the attention of the hormone-induced minds of the class.
"I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress and put leather sandals on you. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments. I adorned you with jewelry," she read on. "I put bracelets on your arms and a necklace around your neck, and I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears and a beautiful crown on your head. So you were adorned with gold and silver. Your clothes were of fine linen and costly fabric and embroidered cloth. Your food was fine flour, honey and olive oil. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen. And your fame spread among the nations on account of your beauty, because the splendor I had given you made your beauty perfect, declares the Sovereign LORD."
As she read, Wayne's attention drifted down to her legs. At first she had been seated with her legs under the lectern. But now, she had turned toward him ever so slightly. He knew he was the only one in the class who could see her legs because the lectern hid them from everyone else.
"But you trusted in your beauty and used your fame to become a prostitute. You lavished your favors on anyone who passed by and your beauty became his. You took some of your garments to make gaudy high places, where you carried on your prostitution. Such things should not happen, nor should they ever occur. You also took the fine jewelry I gave you, the jewelry made of my gold and silver, and you made for yourself male idols and engaged in prostitution with them." She continued to read, her legs ever so slowly swinging toward him. "And you took your embroidered clothes to put on them, and you offered my oil and incense before them. Also the food I provided for you—the fine flour, olive oil and honey I gave you to eat—you offered as fragrant incense before them. That is what happened, declares the Sovereign LORD."
As Wayne watched on curiously, her legs began to part ever so slightly. His eyes flared open wider as he gawked down at the widening gap between them, trying to peer through the darkness there to see what kind of panties she was wearing. Looking up at her face, he saw that she was completely oblivious to what she was doing...or she was doing it deliberately.
"And you took your sons and daughters whom you bore to me and sacrificed them as food to the idols. Was your prostitution not enough? You slaughtered my children and sacrificed them to the idols. In all your detestable practices and your prostitution you did not remember the days of your youth, when you were naked and bare, kicking about in your blood," she read on, looking over at him as smiling as the gap between her legs widened. "Woe! Woe to you, declares the Sovereign LORD. In addition to all your other wickedness, you built a mound for yourself and made a lofty shrine in every public square. At the head of every street you built your lofty shrines and degraded your beauty, offering your body with increasing promiscuity to anyone who passed by. You engaged in prostitution with the Egyptians, your lustful neighbors, and provoked me to anger with your increasing promiscuity. So I stretched out my hand against you and reduced your territory. I gave you over to the greed of your enemies, the daughters of the Philistines, who were shocked by your lewd conduct. You engaged in prostitution with the Assyrians too, because you were insatiable; and even after that, you still were not satisfied. Then you increased your promiscuity to include Babylon, a land of merchants, but even with this you were not satisfied."
Wayne could now see up her dress all the way to where her panties should have been, but there were none. She wasn't wearing any frigging panties, he giddily thought. Instead, all he saw was a darkened patch of curly hair. And she knew that he could see up her dress as she raised her foot to a higher rung, exposing herself even more to his gawking eyes. Then, she turned her head to the side so no one could see as she pretended to look out the door. Then she gave him a wink, spreading her legs even wider...
"How weak-willed you are, declares the Sovereign LORD, when you do all these things, acting like a brazen prostitute! When you built your mounds at the head of every street and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment." She said, looking back over at him and running her hand down her thigh. "You adulterous wife! You prefer strangers to your own husband! Every prostitute receives a fee, but you give gifts to all your lovers, bribing them to come to you from everywhere for your illicit favors. So in your prostitution you are the opposite of others; no one runs after you for your favors. You are the very opposite, for you give payment and run after them."
Wayne felt sweat break out on his forehead, as she finally eased her legs back together and stepped down off her stool.
"So, class, can anyone interpret what the Lord was saying in this scripture?" she asked, walking out from behind the lectern.
Wayne had a boner. The sexual undertone of her reading had been fairly obvious to him and the blatant display she had put on, convinced him that he was right. She wanted him. Wanted him to go to bed with her. Was that why she had invited him over to the parsonage, he hopefully thought? Wouldn't that be the cat's meow? Fucking the preacher's wife while the preacher was giving a sermon. And wouldn't it be a hoot if the sermon was about not sleeping around.
Wayne couldn't wait for the class to end and see what she really had in mind, but it went on and on as he studied her body. She was a big woman. On most women, her tits would have seemed big, but on her frame, they appeared to be appropriately sized. Well, big, but still not huge. Maybe he'd get to see them up close and personal before the day was over.
Finally, the class ended and everyone filed out of the classroom, until only he and Mrs. Dawkins remained.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she smiled, stepping by him.
Then as she brushed by him, he felt her hand brush across his pants, finding his swollen cock. Damn, she was one more hot old broad, he thought, walking over to the parsonage and letting himself in. Looking around, he saw a small wet bar over in the corner. Guess the preacher isn't too much of a teetotaler, he laughed to himself, stepping over to the bar. Taking a glass, he poured himself about three fingers of bourbon and tossed it down with a quick gulp. Then he took a towel and wiped the glass clean before he replaced it.
Walking over to the front window, he watched for her. Three or four minutes later, he saw her strolling out the side door of the church. Anxiously looking over her shoulder, she hurried up the sidewalk toward the parsonage. Watching her, he began to feel a little nervous. He'd never made it with an older woman before. How different would it be from making it with a girl? Well, dumb shit, he told himself, how different could it be? It was all about sticking his prick in her pussy, so it couldn't be too damned different. And maybe that wasn't even the reason she had asked him over, after all.
She came striding up the sidewalk, her tits jiggling heavily under tan sweater. Watching her, he saw her reach for the doorknob and push the door open.
"There you are," she murmured, taking a last look back and closing the door behind her. "I'm thirsty...would you like a drink, too?"
"Sure, bourbon," he said, watching her ass swish from side to side as she walked over to the bar.
"So, I guess that maybe you know why I invited you over," she told him, smiling as she poured bourbon into two glasses.
"Uh, I don't, uh, don't want to be presumptuous," he said, watching her step out from behind the bar and step toward him. "So why don't you tell me...so I don't make a fool of myself."
"I'm afraid that David is spending way too much time and, shall we say, energy counseling the women patrons of the congregation," she laughed softly, handing him his drink and gently tapping his glass with hers, "And he has very little time and energy left for me, if you know what I mean... So, I've decided to give my own "counseling sessions" to a select young man who I feel might be in need of my special kind of "counseling".
"Oh," he grinned.
"Would you be interested?" she asked him, blatantly running her hand down to the obvious bulge in his pants and rubbing her hand across it.
"As you can see," he said, reaching out and brushing his hand over her breast hidden under her tan sweater, "or feel, I think I am in need of some of your special counseling."
"Yes...yes, I feel that you are," she said, tipping up her glass and knocking her drink down in one swift gulp.
Stepping back over to the bar, she splashed another two fingers in her glass and swigged it down before setting her glass down.
"Come," she said. "I'm afraid that I needed a little holy water to get up the nerve to do this."
"It always helps," he laughed, stepping over to her.
Taking his hand, she started leading him out of the parlor and down a hallway.
"I'm afraid that David is more interested in the souls, or other parts, of the young women than the older women," she said, pulling him along. "And when he does get around to it, it's always the same old thing."
"What do you mean?" he grinned.
"Missionary," she laughed.
"Sounds pretty boring," Wayne said, as they walked into the bedroom.
"I hope you don't think I'm a horrid old woman, seducing a boy half my age and right under my husband's nose."
"Hardly," he laughed. "I'm just glad you chose me for your special counseling."
"Well, I hope it works out," she smiled, unbuttoning her soft, tan sweater and spreading it open.
Wayne was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a brassiere after all. Just as he had thought, as her big tits flopped out into the open. Staring at the jiggling mounds of tit-flesh, he started unbuttoning his shirt. Then with a naughty grin, she quickly pushed her skirt down over her hips, revealing her big, bare ass and a lacy, white garter belt.
"Nice," he crooned, staring at her ass. "By the way, I enjoyed your little display in Sunday School..."
"Thanks. I thought you might...I try to keep myself in shape," she said, peeling her sweater off. "Sometimes, I don't know why, the way David acts. But now, I've got someone new to stay in shape for."
"Well, this is it," she said, holding her arms out and twirling around slowly.
Wayne looked on with appreciation. She now wore only the garter belt with garters stretching down to her sheer, flesh-colored nylons and white high heels.
"Very, very nice," Wayne beamed, leaning over and pushing his pants down his legs.
"The only problem with this is...OH MY..." she murmured, staring down at his jutting, eight-inch prick as he pushed his shorts down off it. "It's such a big one."
"You were saying," he smirked, stepping out of his pants and shorts.
"I was just saying," she said, reaching for his cock and wrapping her hand around its thick, pulsing shaft, "that the only problem is we don't have much time for foreplay."
"I know," he muttered, looking over at the clock sitting on the nightstand. "It's already twenty after eleven. And your hubby is pretty punctual about ending his sermons on the stroke of twelve."
"Yes," she laughed, slowly running her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. "That means we only have about thirty minutes to be safe."
Stopping her hand, she tugged him over to the bed by his peter. Letting go of his cock, she spun him around and shoved him down onto the bed.
"I think we have a little time for foreplay," he told her, sitting up and patting the bed beside him. "Crawl up here and let Wayne show you how it's done."
"Uh, okay, but only a little," she grinned, bending over and crawling onto the bed. Watching, Dave saw her quickly flip over onto her back and throw her legs apart.
Extending her hands up to him, she invited him down between her legs.
Wayne grinned, dropping to his knees and grabbing hold of her legs.
Pulling her down toward him, he saw the enraptured look on her face when she realized what he was up to.
"You do that?" she asked, watching him lean down and gently kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh. "David doesn't like to do it. He says it smells like fish."
"Well, he's wrong," he said, kissing his way up toward her pussy, leaving a little trail of spit up her inner thigh. "I think it smells like sex...sex and woman...hot, sexy woman."
"Ohhhhhhh," she swooned as his lips moved over the dew-covered lips covering her most secret of places.
Then he felt her run her fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head and gently pulling his face down to her waiting pussy.
"Oh, loving God," she groaned out as his lips brushed over the bloated softness of her pussy-lips.
Digging the tip of his tongue down into the juice-filled furrow between her fat pussy lips, he licked it up the valley, savoring the tangy taste of the sweet nectar leaking from her pussy. Reaching the upper limit of the valley, he found her big, jutting clit sticking out of its meaty cave. Quickly, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the wriggling jut of flesh as she mewed out her pleasure. Lifting his lips, he glanced over and saw that there even less time now.
"Next time," he grinned, getting to his feet with his giant cock sticking out in front of him as she quickly scooted back onto the bed, "Next time I'll give your pretty clit more attention. The attention it properly deserves. But now, with so little time, I'm afraid it'll have to be missionary, this time. But just wait until next time."
"I can hardly wait, and I'll give your big, bad boy the sucking of his life," she grinned lewdly, watching him raise his knee up on the bed.
"I can't wait," he said, crawling up between her widespread legs as she reached down for his bobbing giant.
"David would be so jealous," she said, pushing the bloated head of his cock down toward the waiting manhole between her legs.
"Really?" Wayne grinned and slowly eased his cock down into the tight confines of the preacher's wife.
"Mmmyeah. He thinks his seven inches is just the cat's meow," she murmured, reaching down to Wayne's ass and pulling him down into her. "Oh, that big cock of yours feels so good down in my poor, deprived pussy."
"The feeling is mutual," he grunted as he began to pound his cock down into her pussy.
"Lord, it feels good to have a good, hard, teenage cock in me again," she mumbled, digging her claws into his ass and humping her pussy back up at him in a most unchristianly way.
"And this is only the first installment of many," Wayne panted back at her, his hips bouncing up and down like a jackhammer.
"I hope, I hope," she gasped as he watched her big tits flouncing up and down in rhythm with the brutal fucking she was getting.
"God, you fuck good," he grunted, hearing the sick slap of their bodies echo off the walls. "What would hubby do if he saw you now?"
"He wouldn't fucking believe it," she growled, frantically clutching at his cock with her tight, hot pussy. "He's such a fucking hypocrite."
The preacher's bed creaked and groaned under the furious onslaught as Wayne fucked the preacher's wife with wild abandon. The bedspread was crumpled up underneath Nadine's back as she grunted and humped herself up at him, slapping her belly up against his on every down stroke.
"I'd never guessed a preacher's wife could be so fucking hot," he grunted, humping his cock into her harder and harder.
"Preacher's wives are just like any other woman," she panted. "We like a good fuck now and then, too."
"You're giving as good as your getting'," he muttered, his hips working back and forth furiously.
"I love to fuck," she babbled. "I love the feel of a big, hard dong sliding in and out of my pussy.
As she spoke, she raised her legs up and dug the sharp heels of her heels into his bounding ass.
So maybe Sunday School wasn't so bad after all, he giddily thought as he humped the teacher's pussy with his cock. Not bad at all. Sure won't find me complaining about it anymore!
Nadine's hips were bouncing up and down as Wayne slid his big dick in and out of her pussy with deep, bone-jarring strokes. She was grunting and bucking, digging her fingernails into his bounding back.
"Like that?" he grunted, humping his cock into her faster.
"God, yes," she hissed. "Faster, faster, faster."
Flexing his hips, he jerked back until only the tip of his prick remained inside her on every upstroke before slamming it back down inside the hot, clutching hole between her widespread legs.
He was fucking a preacher's wife, he dizzily thought. Wonder if that's worse than just plain adultery on the list of sins? Fucking a preacher's wife...fucking her while the preacher was up in front of the congregation giving them whatever about how to save their souls. Save their souls while Wayne was having a go at his wife's hot cunt. How fucking crazy was that?
Nadine's big tits were flouncing up and down wildly, as her big, swollen nipples angrily slashed the air.
Creaking and groaning from the abuse it was taking, the preacher's bed shook and shuddered with every stroke. Even the headboard joined in the fray, thumping up against the wall every time he hammered his cock into her sloppy cunt.
Hot, thick pussy-juice was spewing out of her pussy, coating them both with its hot, sticky sap as they fucked.
Wayne's dick was slick, glossed with her abundant juices as it slithered in and out of the insatiable depths of her clutching pussy. And his giant balls were wetly slapping up against her upthrust ass on every slashing down-stroke, splattering her juice everywhere.
Like a jockey, she was riding him toward the finish line. Her legs worked back and forth along his sides as she humped herself up against his attack with frantic determination.
Finally, when he felt his endurance begin to fade, she screamed out his name and pulled him down to her as her hips began to jerk and twitch. Thrusting herself up against him, she thrust so hard, she lifted them both off the bed as Wayne thrust his cock down into her and held it shoved in deep as he could. As he did, he heard her shrieking scream fill the room while she dug her long, sharp fingernails into his back. Crazily wondering, he hoped that the congregation couldn't hear her cry of victory.
It took forever for the contorting spasms to finally stop working through her body as her orgasm finally released her from its hold. And as she slowly melted back down onto the bed, Wayne began to work his hips back and forth again. Slowly at first, he fucked her as she wallowed in the happy afterglow of her orgasm.
Then, he saw her turn and look over at the clock on the nightstand.
"Oh, Honey, hurry," she panted. "We're almost out of time...hurry...hurry and come."
Once again, she assumed the position of jockey. Working her soft inner thighs against him, raking them back and forth along his body, her hands clutched and pulled on him, urging him on.
Wayne could feel the urgency in her movement and knew that his big balls were going to explode any second. Shifting up into his final gear, he fucked her as if there was no tomorrow...no future at all. There was only now. Here and now...that was all that mattered.
Suddenly, an explosion, the likes of which he had never felt before, ripped through his cock and balls. Flexing his hips, he rammed his cock down into her hot, sucking pussy as deep as it would go as the first spume of super-heated semen shot out into her hungry cunt.
"Fuucckkk," he groaned out as his cock disintegrated down inside her pussy, spewing out gush after gush of his potent essence into its cum-filled depths.
"Sweet God," he heard her gasp and felt her trip off into another orgasm.
It seemed to take forever for his cock to empty its vile load of creamy cum into her, but at last it ended.
Groggily looking over at the clock, he saw that they had five minutes left before sermon's end.
"Fuck, look at the time," he grunted, leaning back and jerking his cock out of her oozing pussy.
"Damn, hurry," she mumbled, pushing him up off her.
Backing, he stumbled to his feet as his wilting cock humbly bowed its head before her. Then, as he hurriedly pulled his shorts and pants back on, he smelled it. The air reeked of her. The fragrance of her sex filled the room. David would know. How could he not, Wayne fearfully asked himself.
"Hurry...hurry," she panted, buttoning the last button on her sweater and grabbing up her skirt. "And tell your parents that you did a great job..."
"The smell...your smell...everywhere," he grunted, buttoning his shirt. "He'll smell it."
"I know...hurry...out the back door," she muttered as he watched her sweep up a spray can of deodorant.
Backing toward the back door, he watched her wave the can back and forth as it issued out a mist of cinnamon-smelling fragrance.
"Hurry...hurry...I'll call you," she breathlessly muttered.
"Okay, I'll be waiting," he said, opening the back door and stepping through the doorway, just as he heard the front door open.
Standing outside, under an open window, he heard David's footsteps coming down the hallway.
"How's your headache," he asked, standing in front of the window.
"Oh, much better, Dear," Wayne heard Nadine say in a sugary, sweet voice. "I took something for it and it's much better now. I'll have to remember that what I took works, and use it the next time..."
Hurrying around the house, Wayne trudged over to the car where his parents sat waiting for him. Hoping they wouldn't smell Nadine on him, he crawled into the back seat.
"Did you get the job done?" his father asked as he backed the car out of the parking slot.
"Mrs. Dawkins said to tell you I did a great job," he smiled to himself as they slowly drove out of the parking lot...
Continued: The Preacher's Wife - Chapter 2
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