WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY!

PASTORS' LADIES (in which I learned the truth of the maxim cautioning us on
judging books by their covers)

Some years back, during my career in the armed forces, I marched into an
air force officers' mess where I was billeted for the duration of a course
I was to attend on that base. The duty officer, a young section officer who
was also assistant mess sectetary, looked at my travel documents and orders
before looking up sharply.

"Captain Robertson," she said with the emphasis on my rank and a sort of
startled, guilty look on her face. "You probably don't remember me, Louise
Crowther, I'm engaged to Richard Lewis."

She flashed a small diamond in a ring on her left hand, then handed me my
room key and instructions on how to get there as I smiled pleasantly.

I remembered Louise well, having spent my Sunday school hours and several
social evenings staring at her pubescent and nubile, adolescent figure with
true lust. She'd developed a truly magnificent bosom and a bottom to murder
for as well as a beautiful face below short, black hair which made her look
appealingly elfin despite the puppy-fat. Although she'd aged thirteen years
since I'd seen her last it only added to her physical attractiveness as an
adult who'd slimmed down and grown taller. And I'd always desired ladies of
more substantial proportions.

Richard Lewis, her fiance, was something of a perv, from my recollection.
He'd always had a bit of a thing for pubescent girls despite being at least
five years older than I, taking groups of four twelve to thirteen year olds
on Sunday afternoon drives over the period of around three years in which I
went along there. He always took another boy of the same age as the girls,
I was one, but delivered him home before dropping off the girls. I'd heard
that he was presently engaged in a theological course in preparation for an
ordination and graduation ceremony later that year.

My mother sent me to the Sunday school as punishment one Mothers' Day the
whole family neglected to mention. I thought it was the most ordinary way a
kid could be made to spend a sunny autumn morning when the river was still
clear and fish were biting well, but they had a hook. If one could endure a
weekly session of fundamentalist, protestant bible-thumping, one could play
in the only basketball competition in our city for kids. It got me in for a
couple years; until I discovered the game they play in heaven.

I had great difficulty with the Christian myth, particularly in how Jesus
died so that I might somehow find a better life, that concept going right
over my head. On querying the matter I was told that far greater minds than
mine were convinced of the truth of the idea so I should just remain silent
and listen instead of asking foolish questions. Funnily enough, that's much
like the answers I've received from clergymen since, except that I'm now a
smart-arse atheist who won't accept any reasonable answer and just want to
use what's said to try to belittle their faith. Makes you wonder.....

The other matter that made me wonder was the way that about four families
in the congregation thought the church was their private chapel. You had to
be one of those to even be nominated as a candidate for the ruling council,
to be listened to on any matter or to have a say in ministerial hiring and
firing. An adult, long-term engaged couple in the congregation were refused
permission to bring their wedding day forward by three months on grounds of
morality, she found herself unexpectedly pregnant, despite there being no
other weddings on the new date. They were refused marriage in the church on
the same grounds, it being suggested that they go somewhere else and find a
denomination who were somehow less Christian.

A few months later a sixteen year-old daughter of one of the top families
found herself with a belly full of arms and legs and, having delayed giving
the news to her parents, the need for a quick and early wedding were really
too obvious. There was no mention of immorality here and the nuptials were
celebrated enthusiastically. I became something of a sceptic when the word
went about to warn against jumping to judgemental conclusions or making any
comparisons with earlier, or more recent events.

The following evening, after a day of lectures, I'd been preparing to go
looking for an old friend in the sergeants' mess, but found that she'd gone
off on a parachute refresher course and expected back in a fortnight. That
was about my departure date. After dinner I read the evening paper and was
buying a beer at the bar when Louise joined me. Just what I needed. She got
herself a gin and tonic and paid for mine too.

"You didn't sign the pledge then?" I observed and she blushed fetchingly.

"I didn't think you'd remember stuff like that, sir," she told me. "Any-
way I crossed my fingers."

"It's Jack," I said quietly. "Remember? In my corps subalterns don't go
around saluting captains or calling them 'sir'."

"If you insist, Jack," she grinned. "Actually there's something I've got
to tell you, it's a bit embarrassing for me."

She paused, apparently gathering her thoughts.

"I nearly fell over when I looked at your travel docs last night. A few
years ago I ran into your brother at a function at home while I was there
on leave. He and his pals had had a few drinks and were trying to chat us
up when someone 'let it slip' that you were in prison for a long stretch.
They all haw-haw-hawed about how funny it was and I must confess to being
convinced they weren't lying. I even told somebody else. I'm so sorry I've
been so silly Jack," she sniffed, just the hint of a tear in the corner of
one eye.

"It's okay," I grinned. "I pull a lot of practical jokes on people in the
mess or others I don't know, like newspaper editors."

"You tell lies?"

"It's more a matter of creating a belief by allusion or implication. One
should actually be imprecise and not make too much information available. I
find that peoples imaginations are more destructive than anything you could
tell them. Did Jim actually say I was in the slammer?"

"I don't remember the actual word, it's been a long time, but they kept
saying institutionalised and mentioned a long sentence."

"So no actual lies, in that I'm institutionalised in the Army."

"Half-truths then?"

"No, a truth that one can check is much more useful, added to a falsehood
that sounds plausible makes people think and doubt. Get them in two minds
and you can suggest all sorts of foolishness. Religions have been doing it
for many centuries now."

"That's pretty cynical."

"It's a cynical old world out there Louise," I told her in my best world-
weary voice.

She brought me up to date on the lives of those around the church I hated
so much and found it so boring to hear about from her.

"I feel so sorry about poor Emma," she told me. "Dying so young, before
she'd experienced the really good things in life."

Emma was a daughter of one of the previously-mentioned families with what
I saw as a proprietorial interest in the church, a nice enough person, but
not actually the canonisational material that her parents wanted others to
believe after her death from leukaemia.

"She didn't miss out," I told Louise.

I'd had enough of her prattle, but didn't wish to be rude so thought I'd
create a new legend for her to spread about.

"How d'you mean?" she asked uncertainly.

"I mean Emma had a secret, she'd explored her sexuality before she died."

"How do you know?"

"I saw her."

"Crap," she told me adamantly.

I didn't reply to that and there was a long silence as her mind gagged on
the unwelcome information.

"Where?" she demanded.

"In the church, on the stage above the baptisimal font."

"Who with?"

"Barry and Harry Ezra."

The Ezra's lived next door to the church and regularly complained to the
local authorities over the noise levels, but religious organisationd were
exempt from the by-laws on a Sunday. Louise looked doubtful about any kind
of intercourse between Emma and the Ezra boys, given the acrimony between
their families.

"Tell me more?" she challenged me.

"Do you remember the great smell?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she giggled. "It was dreadful."

"It was me," I told her truthfully. "I happened to notice they'd taken
the asbestos off the boxed eaves and knew that I could drop stuff down the
air gap between the double brick walls. I found a bucket of fish and crabs
where the netters discard them by the river and climbed the scaffolding at
night to insert them, but Emma caught me. Anyhow, she thought it was a big
giggle and helped me then. I know she knew then that she was sick because
she was very bitter at the church and her family. She thought that she was
being punished for her old man's hypocrisy over the weddings saga."

Louise looked thoughtfull at my lies. Actually I was caught by my class-
mate Bazza Ezra who laughed so much that I thought we'd be noticed by most
of the neighbourhood. The upshot was that Bazza, Harry and I each gathered
another bucket of fish after school the next day and inserted them before
the eaves were sealed again. It was a hot week in mid-summer and it seems
that the stench was palpable when the ladies arrived early on the Sunday
morning to do the flowers. Because the cheap alternative to demolishing an
external wall, removing the fish and rebuilding was the use of freshening
sprays and fans, they chose to suffer the smell until it eventually abated
after a couple of months. Unfortunately Zeke Ezra was taken in for lengthy
questioning over the matter, but knowing nothing about it, was easily able
to convince the cops of his innocence. When eventually given the facts he
was so proud of the boys and always bought me a beer whenever he caught me
in the pub for years afterward.

"We got more fish the next day and put them in too," I told her. "Then I
went into the church with her, she had a key, and she persuaded me to give
her an anal nooky."

"I don't believe you," she hissed, appalled at what I'd said. "She just
wouldn't do that."

"Suit yourself," I said. "But she was very bitter and unhappy about such
an uncaring god. She thought her old man should have taken the blame and
punishment for his own sins. Defiling the church was part of her revenge."

"I can't believe it," she said less certainly than before.

"And I wasn't alone," I went on. "She did it with the Ezra brothers too,
at the same time."

"You're pulling my leg, aren't you Jack?" she asked, but with much more
confidence that time. "I knew her fairly well."

"Do you really know someone?"

"I knew her well enough to know you're telling fibs and you'll have more
than a little difficulty in getting to heaven."

"Okay," I said simply, my tone implying that I really didn't care about
what she thought.

"All right, tell me this," she challenged me again. "If she did what you
said, you'd have seen something about her."

"Her birthmark, the one on her bum."

Louise looked deflated.

"Where?" she demanded of me.

"Here," I indicated on my right buttock, at the top, just out from the
cleavage. "It's a sort of upside-down, pink heart or strawberry with a big
mole in the indentation. She's got quite a few prominent moles."

While I still had to do with church I was shown a perver hole in the rear
wall of the change rooms by Ross Bennett. It was disguised with an old nail
and the viewer hidden by the gas heaters and gave one a full view of one of
the shower cubicles. We'd been treated to a good, long look at Betty Rodd's
plump charms, then Emma's, before escaping just in the nick of time when an
elder came out to turn off the gas. Anyway I knew enough to convince Louise
who had to accept that I had seen what it was that embarrassed Emma to the
point of hiding her birthmark from the world. She'd never seen it, but her
mother had described it to Louise when talking about surgical removal of a
blemish.

It was the clincher and, although she desperately wanted to disbelieve me,
had questions about my story.

"So why did she want to do Greek sex with you?"

"Well, she still wasn't so sure about abandoning her faith entirely, to
be judged without her hymen."

"Where did the Ezra boys come into the picture?"

"They'd seen us going into the church on the second occasion. Emma'd left
the doors open so we could bolt if anyone came. She invited them to have a
bit and seemed unconcerned about her virginity, having us all penetrate her
simultaneously as one in the eye for her old man. Anyway, it was all a bit
much for my modesty and I left it to Barry and Harry. Can you imagine what
her old man would have felt about his beloved daughter being shagged by two
Semitic peasants, if he'd known, particularly in the last few months of her
life."

All this suddenly made sense to Louise, I was convincing, who then pretty
well accepted my tall tale as the truth. When she bid me goodnight I didn't
think I'd see much of her for the rest of my stay on base.

I stepped out into light drizzle for my early morning run and was joined
from nowhere by Louise.

"How long a run do you do?" she enquired.

"Five K," I replied.

"This way," she told me as we crossed the main drag in and out of there.

We did half of the perimeter road and came back along the centre road for
an easy five kilometres without a hill. I thought I might do the whole ring
road on the following morning.

"Good?" she asked me with an amiable smile.

I nodded and we went off to shower before breakfast.

We did the full ten on Tuesday morning and on Wednesday she waited for me
outside the door of my accommodation block, on the porch, out of the heavy
rain.

With a funny, self-conscious grin she held up and tinkled a bunch of keys
before indicating that I should follow her. We barely got damp in the quick
run to the chapel where we furtively slipped inside and she locked the door
behind us.

She didn't say a word but pulled her tracksuit pants and cottontails down
to her knees, grasped the rail of the altar and leant forward with her pale
buttocks thrust out behind her. Having made her desires so clear there was
no need for words and I stepped behind her as I lowered my pants. I pressed
my ready horn into the cleft of her magnificent posterior to find she'd put
a generous amount of KY there, penetrating her vulva minutely.

"No!" she gasped, "not there. Up a bit."

I did as she bid and had to push hard against a tight rectum which wasn't
visible in the early light. She reached around to hold my knob in the right
place.

"Push!" she told me. "Yes, that's it. More. Harder."

Suddenly her entrance yielded and my knob sort of popped inside her tight
anus as she cried in pain and surprise. As I worked my prick further inside
her she became ever more excited and voluble at the experience until I was
sure that anyone passing might hear us and come in to investigate, although
we could quickly assume the guise of worshipers and say that the wind blew
the door shut. Nobody would really think we'd been shagging in the chapel,
would they?

She panted, gasped and moaned, her knuckles white from the tight grip on
the railing, as I steadily lengthened my pelvic thrusting to eventually get
my whole cock sliding in and out of her slippery anus. She barely moved at
all, doing little more than tighten her sphincter each time I withdrew from
her trembling body.

I reached under her sweatshirt to pull her sports-bra away from a pair of
firm, heavy breasts which swayed and quivered delightfully as I rammed my
hips hard against her warm, soft bottom. On feeling the electric tingles of
orgasm begin in my loins I reached down to find and diddle her clitty until
she was obviously about to come, thrusting one last, lusty time deep inside
her to gush my warm, creamy load into her bowel. I clung tightly to her hot
and convulsing body as ecstatic thrills swept wildly through us both.

In due course she turned to face me and put her arms up around my neck to
kiss me on the mouth.

"I s'pose we'd better get running now," she smiled coyly. "I've got a lot
of penance in store for that much sin."

"The better it feels, the worse the sin?"

"Something like that."

"How can anything so nice be bad? It'd have to be a pretty perverse kind
of creator to make rules like that."

"I don't like to think about it. I just do as I'm told."

We sneaked back into the early gloom giggling insanely at what we'd done,
the rain had fallen away to drizzle, completing a full lap of the internal
perimeter road. I felt pretty good having got rid of the cobwebs with our
very pleasant quickie, saying so to Louise.

"Me too," she grinned at me. "It was a completely new experience to me."

"Okay though?"

"Well, I actually tried it to see how it felt after you told me about you
and Emma. It was surprisingly nice."

"A little bit of rebellion on your part?"

"Probably, but I don't really want to think about 'why' at the moment. I
think I'm at a crossroad and your presence here has been my first chance to
explore my dark side."

"I have a feeling that you're less than certain about earlier decisions
you've made about your life."

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Richard?"

She repeated her nod.

"There's no easy way out of it," I told her. "You have to be strong."

"I'm kidding myself. I couldn't do that."

"What's the real problem."

"I thought that joining the service would be my great adventure before I
got married, but after initial and trade training I was posted home and got
engaged. I was in heaven then, but now after being commissioned and coming
back over here I sometimes feel that I'm at a new beginning. I'm now twenty-
five years old and going nowhere on a personal level; all my colleagues are
into travel and have shagged half the male population if you believe them."

Later that day I took a punt and sent an anonymous note about one Richard
Lewis to the police in my home city.

On the following mornings we repeated the dose, but having vaginal rather
than anal sex in the chapel. By Friday she'd loosened up enough to face me
as we screwed in the knee-trembler position.

"I have to go away for the weekend," she told me as we jogged around the
perimeter road. "It's a seminar for service women in Sydney and I drew the
short straw."

Actually I didn't mind as I looked forward to doing a little angling in a
local estuary that I'd fished a couple of years previously with success. In
addition, I'd become concerned at her risk taking and wondered whether she
mightn't had another agenda concerning me. Being caught shagging in chapel
would result in at least a dishonourable dismissal from the forces for both
of us.

That evening after lectures the mess was crowded for Happy Hour, the once
weekly social event requiring members to attend until the OC base leaves. I
saw Louise with her colleagues and stayed with my student group until after
the buffet meal.

"Hi Jack," Louise greeted me brightly. "There's someone I'd like you to
meet, this is Heather."

Heather was a slender redhead with the rank of flight officer who, from a
distance appeared to be in her early twenties, but was probably closer to
forty than twenty. She was, nevertheless, an extremely attractive woman who
I was sure I could enjoy a sexual interlude with, if she asked. However her
ring finger exhibited engagement, wedding and eternity rings, making that a
bit unlikely.

"Heather's one of our reserves staff," Louise went on. "She does the odd
weekend during the year, plus two weeks full time."

We shook hands and I noticed that Heather had a firm, masculine hand grip
as she stared deep into my eyes.

"How do you do," she said, somewhat huskily.

We all joined the mess games and dancing later in the night. It was then
that I discovered that Heather's husband was the protestant chaplain, as he
kissed her on leaving for home. Louise had to shower before catching a red-
eye flight in the wee hours, so I wandered off to my bed with half a skin-
full and slept well.

On waking and feeling better than I'd expected, I dressed for my run and
found Heather waiting in the portico.

"Lou said you liked a morning run. Want some company?" she grinned like a
woman in the know.

"It looks like it wasn't all she told you," I said sombrely.

"No," she grinned again, holding up the chapel keys. "She did mention you
liked to give the ferret a run too. You up to it?"

I was surprised at her indelicate use of the usually male euphimism for a
quickie and her easy proposition for sex.

I nodded, then followed her down to the chapel at the trot. Once inside I
dropped my trackie pants and underdaks to the knees as she had done already,
then moved in behind her as she gripped the altar rail and thrust her bare
bottom backward to me. It was a lovely little bottom, much rounder and more
fully upholstered than I'd have thought from her rather spare frame.

"No, not there," she moaned as I made to enter her anus. "Here."

She pulled my rigid cock down slightly and I pushed my full length easily
into her wet and willing love-sheath.

"Ooooh, lovely," she breathed blissfully.

"Mmmmmm," I agreed as I began thrusting my hips to her pretty bottom in a
slow, steady rhythm of love.

I reached up to feel her boobs which were unfettered by a bra and as hard
as those of a pubescent teenager, her nipples big atop small areolar cones.

"Ooooooh!" she sighed excitedly as I tweaked them, jolting at the thrill.

The cadence of our shagging gradually increased and I realized that she
was diddling her clitty as I rammed at her drooling pussy. She squeaked and
gasped in sexual abandon, her orgasm clearly imminent, then gently clutched
my balls to cause me to climax involuntarily and trigger her own with the
sudden, repeated squirts of warm semen into her womb.

"Oh dear, Jack," she smiled wanly after we'd calmed down and my penis had
drooped wetly from her vagina. "Let me sit on the floor for a moment."

She sat, then lay on the polished boards.

"You go on," she told me. "I'll catch up at the bottom T-junction."

"I can't leave you like this. What if something's wrong?"

"It's not," she laughed quietly. "It's just the excitement, too much at
one time. Go on!'

I shrugged and went on and, true to her word, she caught up to me at the
lower, main junction and we continued on an uneventful run.

My hire car arrived just as I got to the mess on my way to breakfast and
I was at the coast by nine a.m. All the boats had been reserved, but an old
guy buying bait overheard the conversation.

"Yer swim?" he enquired of me.

"Yeah," I responded.

"Well get your bait and I'll see you at the end of the jetty, if you want
to fish all day, that is."

He didn't wait for my answer, but sloped off along the rickety wood pier.

"I bought two packs of bait prawns and one of pilchards before staggering
along the jetty clutching my belongings to myself."

Cedric Lyall, my new fishing mate helped me stow my bits before heading
up the estuary in an exceedingly comfortable Bertram 25.

"My mates reckon we're getting too old for this," he told me bitterly. "I
find myself fishing alone a lot these days."

I had one of the best days I can remember, catching a huge mulloway and a
lot of smaller stuff which I released. I apprised him of the number of guys
passing through the mess on short-term courses, like me, suggesting that he
could find company as well as open a charitable fund for Legacy or similar.
He'd said that he didn't need the cash for fuel, he just wanted able-bodied
comany while fishing.

My big silver croaker went down a treat with the cooks who produced a bit
of fish for both Heather and I at dinner. I felt so pleasantly replete that
I got a cigar and brandies for us before Heather suggested that we watch TV
in Louise's room. I hadn't realized that they shared adjoining units on the
ground floor of my block so I changed into a clean tracksuit and slippers
and went unnoticed into their place at the end of the corridor. Although no
regulation forbade our fraternization, we thought it best that we avoided a
potential scandal by my not being seen with her in any compromising manner.

She wore only a transparent, white lacy negligee over her satiny smooth,
tanned skin and I wondered whether she was a public or private nudist. Her
manner indicated a degree of shyness with me and I saw it as a good sign in
that I could look forward to more than a quickie that night; a long session
of nooky in fact.

We got under the covers in Louise's bed and watched a movie for the first
hour or so, until the sex scene, when she pressed her bottom back in my lap
to discover my state of arousal. Knowing that my cock was erect she reached
behind her and down into my tracky-daks to gently fondle it with her small,
warm hand.

"I'll give you ten years to stop that," I murmured, grasping a little tit
and tonguing her ear.

She lay back as I opened her garment and took one hard, dark cone into my
mouth to nip and suck at the broad nipple.

"Ooooh Jack!" she gasped deeply. "Oooh ye-es!"

We kissed, tongues in each other's mouth exploring, holding each other in
a desparately tight grip of passion.

"Take your things off," she whispered urgently. "I want to feel your skin
against mine."

I got up to comply as she shed her negligee and lay back in the low light
with her slender legs apart and a somewhat nervous smile on her face while
rubbing her lower belly with the palm of her hand. I knew what she wanted
of me so I lay with my face to her crotch and deeply kissed her pussy with
my tongue as deeply into her vagina as I could manage. Her body was that of
a twelve or thirteen-year-old, but her cunt was something else: seeming too
big for her slim form. Her vulvar lips were long and fleshy while her inner
labia protruded well beyond them, the frilled edges turning outward.

She'd perfumed her crotch and I loved the scent of sexually excited woman
mixed with cologne, driving me on to give her all she desired of me, poking
and pressing her truly big clitoris with my tongue, then sucking at it with
my lips. She clutched at my hair as I thrilled her, then pinching her rigid
nipples between thumb and forefinger and using my teeth to pull and nibble
at her distended clitty until she was in a sensual delerium. Louder sounds
began to escape her quivering lips as I realized that she was on the point
of orgasm.

"Ooooh no!" she moaned, pulling my head from her lower body.

She went stiff as she came, convulsions of pleasure jolting her hot body
repeatedly, grabbing me tightly as I crawled forward above her and lowered
my hips to slide my hard member deep inside her unctuous vagina. I waited
until her spasms began to abate before starting a long, langourous pelvic
thrusting at her red-fringed quim. She seemed to be about to protest, but
changed her mind to welcome me into her clinging valley of delight.

Her legs were wrapped around mine and she was clawing at my pumping bum
without restraint, moaning my name and endearments which I'd have thought
she'd have reserved for her beloved hubby.

"Harder! Faster!" she gasped desperately, increasing the cadence of her
rotational hip movements and needing me to match her in a quivering state
of near frenzy. My belly smacked loudly upon hers and she began gibbering
with 'oo! oo! oo!' sounds until she shrieked, or maybe it's how it sounded
to me, went entirely rigid and crushed me to herself in something akin to
a death-grip. I kept thrusting manfully under extreme pressure until I too
came, plunged my penis deep inside her and gushed copiously into her womb
once again.

I must have dozed off as we cooled and remember her wriggling from under
my full weight before snoozing again.

"Coffee?" she asked, shaking me gently by right my shoulder which was a
bit tender from my fight with the croaker.

"Mmmmm," I agreed and held the mug as she added sugar.

"I've got to get going in a minute, but I have time for a quickie, if
you're interested," she suggested with a coy grin.

I was and we did. She put a couple of pillows under her bottom to do it
in the missionary way for starters, then raised her legs to my shoulders as
I leaned forward over her in a kneeling position, my pumping hips pounding
wetly against the backs of her thighs. We panted and sighed, then moaned
and gasped as we ground our hips ever faster in what was going to be a true
quickie. My glistening penis slid faster and faster in and out of her wet
cunt until she cried out in excitement, going completely stiff as spasms of
pure delight racked her trembling form. I then thrust deep and hard into a
flexing pussy to gush hugely into her womb.

We lay entwined for a time before she playfully slapped my bum to tell me
I'd miss breakfast unless I got a wriggle on. I pulled my tracksuit on and
slipped out the door without being spotted, but got to my door to find I'd
lost my keys. The door hadn't locked so I slipped inside again to find her
still naked where I'd left her, trying to stuff a diaphram into her pussy.

"Sorry, left my keys," I smiled as I picked them from the floor.

I really couldn't imagine why she'd want to replace her cap after nooky,
but she was the woman, she should know about these things.

I never saw her again.

I couldn't find Cedric so I contented myself with a day's shore fishing
while sucking down a few wild oysters and light beers. I did surprisingly
well for myself, giving away a number of my larger catches to kids angling
nearby and taking home a big dusky flathead, my favourite table fish, for
the cooks to fry for me.

Louise didn't turn up that night nor the following morning, but I saw her
at dinner where she invited me down to her room to watch TV. She really did
want to view something, a British series entitled 'The Prisoner', one of my
favourites too.

"So you introduced Heather to a spot of adulterous in-and-out too," she
grinned at me.

"You teed it up, between you, didn't you?" I accused her.

"Well I didn't want to see you lonely," she smiled amiably. "I'm certain
you don't want to be moping around here, missing your girlfriend."

"I'm between girlfriends at the moment," I told her self-consciously. "So
there's none to miss."

"Well I really can't imagine why you're being so bloody ungrateful then,"
she chuckled. "Not just one, but two lovers who love the feel of nice dicky
inside them."

"Thank you," I said with a peck on her cheek.

She rolled backwards to stretch out on her bed, pulling me over with her
and locking her mouth to mine in a seriously salacious kiss with a probing
tongue and her teeth pulling at my lips. I reached for her broad bottom to
draw her hard against me, sliding my thigh between hers to discover her wet
quim was bare beneath her negligee and moving my hand over to titillate her
eager clitty.

On unfastening the front of her garment I gazed down at her magnificent
bosom, her still firm breasts white with pink, conical areolae and big hard
nipples which just begged to be bitten.

"Oi!" she protested.

"Not nice?" I enquired.

She snuggled up to me and grasped my hard cock. "It's nice," she breathed
into my ear, "but I'll tell you when, okay?"

I nodded obediently.

"Now," she smiled. "Heather said you're into oral sex. I've never had it,
or done it, so I'd like to try what you did for her."

We quickly stripped and I admired her pale, voluptuous body, curvaceous
and so desirable to me that I ached, but she made the running by going down
on me and sucking my dick.

"Okay?" she wanted to know, sounding much more like a young teenager than
a woman of her age.

She obviously knew something of the arts of fellatio as she was able to
take my cock deep into her mouth and I didn't feel the scrape of a tooth at
all. She sucked and licked and nibbled, stroked my inner thighs, belly and
flanks until I felt the spark of climax ignite my senses.

"I'm going to come!" I gasped, my rotating hips moving ever faster until
she used her soft fingers to twiddle my balls and cause me to gush my semen
into her eager mouth.

She sucked and swallowed rapidly until she had it all and, to my complete
astonishment, she too came. It wasn't your full-blown orgasm, but an orgasm
nonetheless.

"You came too?" I smiled.

"Mmmmm," she blushed. "It was strange wasn't it, but nice. I can come by
just playing with my nipples. They're really sensitive. Doing that felt as
sensual."

She slid up beside me and I tasted myself on kissed her deeply, savouring
the unbelievably voluptuous feeling of her silken smooth skin against mine.
Lying on her I slid down to face her formidable bosom, feeling the wetness
of her pussy below my belly and putting my mouth to her nipples to suck and
nibble at the hard, swollen pink cones.

"Now bite me!" she gasped hotly, feeling her jerk and jolt at the thrills
of my complying.

She came once again; just another mild orgasm and I slid further down her
body to tongue her deep slit navel before putting my mouth to her pussy and
poking my tongue deep within her vagina. Her hips moved violently when I
pressed and circled her erect clitoris with my tongue before gently pulling
at it with both lips and teeth before she tried to shove my head away from
her crotch.

"Wait Jack darling," she gasped. "It's just a bit too much so soon."

By then of course her taste and scent had fully aroused me once again and,
before she realized what I intended, I was on and wholly inside her without
having to use my hands.

"You bugger!" she hissed, then giggled at my impertinence. "Clever though.
Didn't think you could do it without hands."

I moved my hips and penis almost imperceptibly as she lay still below me,
allowing her senses to settle before getting into further sexual activity
and luxuriating at the intimate entwining of our bodies. Eventually I felt
her move a little, gently undulating her hips and rotating her gorgeous bum
to slide my stiff, tingling dick within her sopping sheath, then increasing
the force and frequency of her reciprocal thrusting to mine.

Our love-making became a mad, sexual gallop and, as much as I tried, had
no hope of holding my climax at bay for another moment when I came. I drove
my cock deep into her body with my final thrust, squirting very little, but
enough to set off her orgasm too. We clung together shining sweatily as our
bodies shook and jerked with sensual spasms of pure pleasure.

"That was fun," she grinned as we partialy parted, clamping her hot pouch
hard on my cock. "Might do it again some time."

And we did, three times before I retired to my own bed around 2 a.m. *

Louise was not around the Mess after work or after dinner and didn't turn
up for our run in the morning. I didn't see her again until Friday evening
because I thought it best policy not to ask after her on base, noticing her
arrival at the airport as I was leaving.

"I had to go home, emergency leave," she told me soberly. "Richard's been
locked up."

'Oh shit!' I thought, 'I'd been a bit previous with my dob on the perv.'

"What for?" I asked sincerely.

"He's got a wine cellar under his house that I'd never known about. It's
full of what the police called 'kiddy-porn', dirty pictures of children. It
was so embarrassing to be associated with him in any way. He's been thrown
out of theological school, I gave him his ring back and fines will probably
cost him his house. He really hasn't a lot to look forward to and looked so
utterly pathetic crying in the visitors room at the remand centre."

"I'm sorry Louise, truly," I told her, less than sincerely.

"Don't be," she smiled wanly. "I didn't tell you, but Richard sent me an
ultimatum, wanting me home permanently by the end of this year. Now I don't
need to make that decision. The police informant really did me a favour as
I'd been trying to compose a suitable 'Dear John' over the past week."

She gave me a knowing look, but didn't elaborate on her earlier comments.

"I'm glad we met again my darling Jack," she told me as I was called for
my flight and an air movements corporal came toward us. "Let's get together
soon, okay?"

I nodded as we shook hands, then headed for my gate.

We never did get together again after that, as matters transpired. A good
thing on reflection: it may well have spoiled the memory of a particularly
pleasant time for two people who really had no long term future together.

She continued her career, advancing in rank while she gained professional
qualification, eventually marrying a pilot and becoming the mother of many.

Almost a year later I marched in to a new posting involving my living in
one of the larger metropolitan area officers' messes. Without mentioning a
name or the circumstances, I'd told a good mate about the carnal adventures
at my recent course, not expecting the story to have travelled far from him
since then. Within a week in my new mess it had been mentioned obliqely to
me by one female officer and I'd been questioned overtly by a male comrade.
Initially I pleaded ignorance to the matter, but then came clean when I was
told a tale of priestly molestation by a seriously spunky, female subaltern
who was serious about having revenge upon her former priest and an uncaring
church.

Our first visit to the church was at night. She'd hidden somewhere within
and then opened the deadlocked doors as I lugged her heavy bags up to her.
We spent a couple of hours spreading fish around into every nook and hidey-
hole, wall vents and atop the confessionals; it would take them at least a
week to find and remove those they could get at and forever for the others.

Finally she took my hand and led me up to the altar where she dropped her
tracksuit pants and gripped the rail with her sweet little bottom pushed to
the rear in invitation.

"How about precautions?" I enquired as I slid my daks down.

"No need," she told me firmly. "I'm due."

I don't know whether she'd lubricated her pussy or if she was just so wet
from anticipation, but I slid my knob into her before she made a sound that
indicated some discomfort.

"Don't stop!" she groaned while I felt her sphincter tighten momentarily,
then relax.

I pushed again and, as the pressure increased, something inside her gave
way and I slid deep into her virginal sheath as she exhaled explosively. It
was only a moment before she was ready to go on, signalling with an urgent
wiggle of her posterior before I began sliding my cock in her unctuous cunt
again. She worked herself into a wild, fucking frenzy, she was a mad woman,
clearly unconcerned at the amount of noise that she made or, apparently, of
being caught. Suddenly she stiffened in climax, her buttocks clamping on my
cock.

"Ooooh God! Ooooh Jesus Christ! Fuck you JP-Two," she yelled emotionally.
"How do you like that you bastards."

When she relaxed once again I was able to continue thrusting as she tried
to keep still for me until I too went rigid and gushed a full load of semen
deep within her belly and felt her come again. Eventually my flaccid member
fell wetly from her pussy as she made a sound of disappointment, but we had
no words until we were in the car and away.

"I haven't been so excited since, I don't know, for as long as I remember
anything really," she suddenly blurted in an agitated gabble.

"That was some statement," I chuckled.

"And those bastards used guilt to keep me from discovering how much fun I
could've been having, then tried to tell me it was alright to do it with a
fucking priest," she spat. "Bloody stinking, fucking hypocrites."

We became an item then and Jo seemed to be making a real effort to catch-
up on all the sex she believed she'd missed out on since puberty, having an
eager quickie in all kinds of places that seemed to be fun at the time, but
still feeling that she hadn't quite finished with her erstwhile church.

She told me what she wanted and twisted my arm to help until I eventually
gave in and agreed. The idea of confronting a priest in his own church gave
me a bit of a chill, although it did excite me as it was something that was
sure to see us discharged if the police became involved. She was quite sure
that he wouldn't dare risk having the matter going to court and we could do
as she wished to torment him.

As we walked into the church she felt the front of my trousers for a lump
to reassure her that I was ready. We'd barely stopped to wait when an older
lady emerged from the confessional and Jo urged me forward. At the door I'd
crouched to enter in a duck-walk and sit before opening my flies to bare my
erect penis. She lifted her skirt and sat in my lap to engulf my cock, then
lean forward.

"You know what Father Joe?" she asked. "I'm sitting here committing awful
sins with my naughty boyfriend whose not a Catholic either."

He couldn't help himself, having to look to see an open-legged, upskirted
Jo with my dick penetrating the cunt which he'd recently desired to try. It
made him gasp with what sounded like pain, but held him frozen to the place
as she told him what we'd done to the church as she rolled her slim hips to
slide my cock in and out for his benefit.

Finally he made a strange strangling, gargling sound and fled raving into
the presbytery where, we discovered later, he suffered a total breakdown.

Jo and I finished our nooky before venturing outside the confessional to
find a crowd of elderly parishioners looking a bit shocked.

"We saw Father Joe playing with himself inside," Jo said in a breathless
whisper.

"With his......?" gasped an old duck as she waved a limp hand.

"Yes," she agreed, "his....."

She imitated the droopy hand and the old dear blushed profusely.

"We're going to get his doctor in," Jo told them confidentially. "It may
best for Father if we were to keep this under our hats, save embarrassment
for the poor man."

They agreed and he was alone for three days with a huge supply of liquour
at his disposal. Apparently he hasn't uttered an intelligible word since he
was 'rescued'.

A couple of months later Jo received an overseas posting as a long-term,
professional development student to be followed then by a similar period as
an instructor at the same military school. She'd be away for about fifteen
months, so it had to be goodbye for us, for her sake. I didn't want her to
lose that kind of opportunity on my account, particularly when I thought of
the situation being reversed, although I felt devastated by a break-up for
the first time in my life.

Over the following years I was approached by young officers, mostly women
wanting to hear about 'naughty nookies' and whether it was true, many going
on to try it themselves after enlisting my help. Most were 'just for fun',
but two I remember were definitely revenge jobs against guys who'd clearly
been seen to have abused their position in relation to the girl involved.

Then Jo came back into my life.

Some years later I received a letter from a sender whose name was not one
I immediately recognized, purporting to be from some reverend gentleman out
somewhere beyond the Black Stump.

"Dear Sir,
You and I have never met, so far as I can remember, but I do
think of you as a great friend. You are, you see, the biological father
of our son, a dear and sensitive child who is everything one could hope
for in an heir.

While I'd become aware that it was I who was responsible for
our childlessness, I couldn't admit it to Heather and was, as you could
imagine I'm sure, rather less than impressed when she anounced that she
was expecting. I held my tongue, thank goodness, and have only recently
heard the circumstances of his conception from my wife, without details
of when and where. Your forbearance during the act itself was admirable
and I must say that I'd have understood if you'd wanted something more
from her, in the physical sense.

My reason for writing is to ask you to consider fathering one
more child for us. Heather still thinks of you with some fondness and I
would think us twice blessed if we were to have another like our Jack,
particularly if it were to be a daughter.

Do please give this request your most earnest consideration
and answer us when you've come to a decision, whenever that might be.

May God bless you,
Yours sincerely,
B.Valentine Midgeley.

The idea of siring a child who would be saddled for his/her lifetime with
a name like Midgeley was too horrendous to contemplate, so I screwed up the
letter and tossed it into the waste-paper basket. Besides, Jo and I were to
embark upon concurrent, overseas, exchange postings that week and were then
discussing our trying for her first pregnancy during the last six months of
our sojourn.