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Vengeful Virgin
Wherein Reverend Gibson’s wife demonstrates her play-acting ability.
The good Reverend Gibson wasn’t as contented as Joan but he made up for it with the conscience-comfort he gleaned from his newfound fidelity to his marriage vows. And his ‘little mouse of a wife’, as Joan had characterized her when he strayed from the marital bed with that buxom beauty, was turning out to be something else.
Rachael Gibson didn’t know what had got into her husband since about three months ago but, whatever it was, she was happy about it. Fourteen years ago she’d been an innocent, seventeen year old virgin when she married Bill. Sherry had arrived nine months later.
She had accepted her role as wife and mother and had regularly submitted to her husband’s sexual demands, which, fortunately she thought, became less frequent after the first year of marriage. Of course she was unaware of the fact that the lessening of Bill’s demands coincided with his discovery that there were members of his congregation who would provide variety in the satisfaction of his considerable libido.
The sex act had been a problem for his ingenuous bride. Painful at first, after a few times she found that she had to fight sinful and improper thoughts and desires. Her function, she believed, was to provide a vessel for her husband to release his base, manly needs and a good, Christian woman would not have such base needs, herself. Before marriage she had discovered masturbation and had done it occasionally. Lately, although it left her with a feeling of intense guilt, she’d begun to masturbate often when she was alone as was frequently the case. God had made her like she was and surely he would forgive her, she’d rationalized.
Three months ago Bill had given her license to reveal her
sinful nature. “Do you enjoy this,
Rachael?” he’d asked right after she’d felt his huge hardness buck and spit
inside her. “Did you cum?”
“Yes Bill…I enjoy satisfying you.”
At that moment her husband felt a guilt that matched what he’d felt when his daughter had dropped the video bombshell on him. For fourteen years he’d ignored his wife’s needs. Reaching down between their still coupled bodies he’d began to titillate her hard, swollen clit.
Things progressed rapidly from that moment on. Bill wandered from the marital bed only vicariously. Rachael became the substitute for women and girls he still lusted after. At first she had been reluctant but soon she was a willing and increasingly skillful participant in their lewd scenarios. She was sometimes a sex-hungry, ignored housewife, a role she could play from personal experience. At other times she was a reluctant virgin, often a very young one, and occasionally her husband was a rapist. She also did a very good impersonation of a prostitute. Her vocabulary was significantly expanded now and she discovered, among other things, that the words of sex enhanced her sinful pleasure. She had become a mature sextoy.
Rachael turned the sign to say that Reverend Gibson is OUT, entered his office and locked the door. Then she loosened her hair so that it hung in two pigtails and removed her coat.
Reverend Gibson was seated on the open futon. Playing games with his wife in this location added an extra fillip of eroticism with the memories of his many illicit liaisons right here. He looked appreciatively at the woman who, a this moment did not look like a woman, or at least not like a thirty something mother of a thirteen year old.
Eyes demurely downcast, Rachael drew back her shoulders to better show off her recently acquired DD bosom. Then, timidly, she looked at the man sitting on the futon.
“Mom said I was supposed to come see you, Reverend
Gibson?”
“Come over here,
Rachael.” Damn. She almost looked like a little girl with the
tight sweater and short skirt, standing with her hands clenched at her
sides. Except for
those lovely, big tits. Bill was
glad that his wife had agreed to the enhancement of her modest though large
nippled breasts. “Yes, my dear. She asked me to talk to you about the games
you’re playing with your Uncle Ben.”
“Uh…what games. Sir?” The make-believe youngster looked shyly down at her feet.
“I’m sure you know what I mean, Rachael. But before I try to help you, you have to be
honest with me and tell me what you and he do.”
“Uh, I? Like?
We just kinda play, Sir?”
“Tell me…show me how you play, Rachael.”
“Well, I dunno, Reverend?
Like, he’s my uncle so we play family stuff?”
“I’m your minister, Rachael, so you can play that with
me. Too.”
“Uh, like, I sit on his lap, Sir?”
“Then come sit on my lap,
Rachael.” Acting very timid and
unsure of herself, Rachael sat on Bill’s lap. Wasting no time on preliminaries, Bill slid
one hand up under her short skirt and the other under her sweater to cup one of
her big, unbrassiered, and silicone-enhanced breasts. “My, Rachael. You’re getting to be a big girl aren’t you?”
“Mmm hmm…Uncle Ben says that, too. Do you have a little niece that you play
with, Reverend Gibson?”
“No my dear. But maybe you can be my niece for today.” The minister’s hand squeezed the big, firm breast globe and he felt the nipple pop to instant erection. His other hand moved higher on her easily parting thighs to the moist softness between them.
“Yes, Rachael.
Just like with your Uncle Ben.”
Rachael wriggled out of her short skirt and peeled off her sweater so that she was naked on her make-believe uncle’s lap. She leaned back and her hand snaked down between her thighs. Her pussy was fat and clean-shaven. The sight of the shapely female with big, firm breasts and a hairless, little girl pussy was intensely erotic. Rachael’s fingers moved with the skill developed during years of unsated desire and, play-acting or not, her cheeks flushed and her breathing became laboured.
Bill played with his wife’s marvelous mammaries as her naked bottom squirmed on his lap and her fingers sluiced between her fat, swollen labia. “I think you’re going to cum, little girl,” he said softly, his voice husky with growing lust.
“Yes! Oh yes Reverend Gibson. Yes!! I’m cumming!” And Rachael’s lush buttocks flexed and wriggled as she gasped and panted through orgasm.
“Is that all you do, little girl?”
“Nah…no. Uncle Ben…he….like…he does something too. He takes off his pants.”
The horny reverend slipped his pants down and Rachael twisted around so that she was straddling his hips, his huge erection sticking way up between her widespread thighs.
“He fucks me, Reverend Gibson. Are you going to put your big cock in my fat,
little-girl cunt and fuck me like he does?”
“Would you like that, little girl?”
“Oh yes, Reverend Gibson.
I’d like that a lot.” Rachael
grasped her husband’s long, thick tool and raised her hips, positioning her
fat, clean-shaven pussy directly above the plum-sized knob. “Fucking is fun.”
The minister laid back on the futon, his gaze fixed on the fat-lipped slit of his wife’s wetly glistening cuntlips. He’d been surprised at how readily the seemingly prudish woman had picked up on his tentative suggestion a few months ago that they have these pretend sessions. She had not only agreed to all of his prurient propositions, she had added her own extras, especially the words she used. And right now she looked the part she was playing, a young, oversexed nymphet with pigtails, big breasts and a hairless pussy. Almost as good as the real thing, he thought.
“Do you like fucking little twelve year old girls, Reverend Gibson? Do you like putting your big cock in little girls’ hot, hairless cunts?” Rachael knew that these words turned on her husband as much as they turned her on and she guided the thick knob between the swollen labia and into the sensitive mouth of her vagina.
“Oh yes, little Rachael. I like the feel of tight, little-girl cunts around my cock.” Bill squeezed and stroked his wife’s big; firm breasts and moaned as she slowly lowered her body, impaling herself on the mammoth stake.
“Oohhh yesss Reverend Gibson, Sir. That
feels so good. Your big, hard cock is
stretching my little cunt. It’s filling
me up.”
Rachael pushed down and Bill took her hips and pulled her down
HARD. Four inches of his nine-inch rod penetrated
her mature body and Rachael's face twisted as she squealed with passion. “Oohhh Reverend Gibson,” she gasped as
her cuntal passage adjusted to its expansion.
“You have such a big cock, Sir.
And I’m such a little girl.”
The horny preacher marveled at his wife’s seeming ability to act this way, to play on his lewd desire for underaged girls. He thrust up and into her she began to help him get his monster deeper into the tightness of her juicy cunt. As he worked his love wand in and out of Rachael's body, the look on her face was one of bliss.
"Oh, Reverend
Gibson, it feels so good now", she moaned over and over. She was
starting to moan and groan louder and louder.
The cords in her neck stuck out in sharp relief in strangely erotic
contrast to her swaying, little girl pigtails as she wriggled awkwardly toward
her orgasm. “Oh
Sir!” Rachael cried out as her motions became faster and she
lost the smooth rhythm. “Oh Sir!
You’re making me cum!”
Bill was getting close too but he knew that his wife had other plans for his relief. Looking down where his cock was moving in and out of her mature body, he could see his pubic hair wet and matted down with Rachael's pussy juice, contrasting with the smooth puffiness of her clean shaven, cock-spread labia. And then Rachael was there. Her whole body went rigid for almost thirty seconds as she moaned her pleasure and her every muscle throbbed and spasmed.
Bill fought his need to explode and, finally, his play-acting wife slumped to sit motionless, impaled deeply by his throbbing tool.
“Oohhh Reverend Gibson. You
make me such a happy, little girl when you fuck me with that big cock. But you didn’t cum, did you? I didn’t feel you shoot your stuff up into
me?”
“No,
little Rachael.” Bill
pressed a finger to her full, red lips. “There’s
something else I would like you to do.”
“I know,
Reverend. You want me to suck your cock,
don’t you? Just like Uncle Ben got me to
do before he busted my cherry.”
“That’s right, little
girl. I want you to go down on your
knees and suck my cock. Will you do that
for me?”
“Mmm hmm,” Rachael
murmured acquiescently as she dismounted from her husband’s hips and knelt on
the floor by the futon. “But you
gotta promise, Reverend. You gotta
promise you won’t cum in my mouth?”
“Of course, Rachael. I’ll warn you when I’m ready.” Bill smiled at his wife’s request. She had a tremendous talent for their sex play.
Rachael opened her mouth and engulfed the plum-like knob. Four moths ago the thought of this would have made her sick. But, always anxious to please, the first time he asked, she’d agreed and discovered that it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, she got a lot of pleasure, a feeling of power; from the way her husband became almost her slave when she did this.
Bill watched lustfully as his wife, her pigtails swaying, bobbed her head back and forth. Her lips clung tightly to his thickly veined staff, the pink, inner flesh showing as she backed away, her tongue playing on the sensitive tip. Then she dove slowly down until he bumped the back of her throat and she uttered a strangled, gagging sound. Her hand cupped his achingly swollen testicles and, as she gave then a gentle tug, he felt it begin.
“Mmmphhh…No…You promised,” Rachael’s muffled protest sounded when she felt the hard shaft swell between her lips. “Don’t cum, Sir. Not in my mouf!” She tried to back away but Bill pulled her close again and her mouth closed over his hugely throbbing tool just as it bucked.
“Glungh,” sounded wetly from Rachael’s cock-stuffed mouth as the first, lava-hot jet of gism gushed. And then she was sucking, her head moving back and forth, her lips drawing on the jerking, spitting tool as she swallowed with wet sounding gurgles. Her hand pumped his shaft, adding to the draining suction of her hot, wet mouth and Bill felt as if she was extracting every drop of lust from him.
“You lied to me, Reverend Gibson,” Rachael said as she finally released her mouth-grip from his cock. “You promised you wouldn’t cum in my mouth?” Again her lips engulfed the dribbling tool and, looking up at her husband, she backed away again, her tongue licking off the last remnants of his orgasm.
“I guess not,
Sir? Didja ever have your cock sucked by
a little, twelve year old girl before?”
“No, my dear. You’re the first, Rachael,” and he helped his wife to her feet.
“We’re awful, aren’t we? I mean, playing these sinful games? Can we pray now?”
Bill and Rachael knelt beside the futon and prayed but neither of them really believed that what they’d done was a sin. And it was keeping Bill true to his marriage vows and finally giving Rachael some satisfaction.
“She might, Rachael.
Kids learn stuff young nowadays.”
“Yes Bill, but she’s only thirteen? Should we be warning her? Like, about waiting until she’s married?”
“She’s a good girl, Rachael. I think she knows.” My God. If Rachael only knew how much our little girl
knows? “I don’t think we should say
anything to her about it.”
“Well? All right,
then.” The naked woman snuggled
close to her husband, her hand slipping down to fondle his limp organ. “I hope God understands that what we’re
doing is not sinful? It isn’t, is it?”
“No my dear. He made us this way and I know he understands.” Could he get it up again? Bill rolled over on top of his wife and she spread her legs, her fingers massaging his tool.
Drained and fatigued the horny Reverend lay on the futon wondering if he would be able to maintain his felicity. Surely he could? She was really all that a man could ask for.
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