Preacher's wife Everyone says I am mature for my age. They think I am a quiet, sincere, respectable backwoods Preachers wife. Until a month ago I was. The member's would run me out of town if they knew what had happened to the petite Densun Girl that married up with there Old time religion Baptist preacher. I was just 18 when Reverend Tolliver started coming to dinner at Daddy's house. I was out of High School and was starting a job at the truck stop diner up at the highway. I have always been petite. I hit the scales at less than a hundred pounds and was only 5' 1" tall. I have shiny brown hair and was always kind of small upstairs. I lie and say I am a B cup. My bottom has always attracted attention from the boys so I guess you could say I am cute in a little girl way. Momma and Daddy are hard working coal mining people. My brothers all work down in the mines as well. No thought was ever given to me going to college. My grades were average and there was barely enough money to keep us fed and clothed. Reverend Tolliver was 45 when he started sparkin with me. Daddy and Momma were happy. The Reverend is a good man and if I don't love him I am at least happy with him. He told me it wasn't respectable for him to be unmarried. He told me I was pretty. He knew I could cook and sew. Best of all I had been teaching Sunday school to the littlun's for years and playing the piano at Church. Daddy didn't hold with dating or TV and such so when he asked me to marry him I agreed. Life was normal and predictable. I was content if not happy. You see I was an upstanding preachers wife. I always wore long dresses and kept my hair up. Even my swimming suit was an old fashioned one piece suit. I did my wifely duty every Friday night and again on Sunday if the Reverend was pleased with his Sermon. I generally wore a cotton flannel nightie to bed and I don't think the Reverend has ever seen me naked in the light of day or any light for that matter. I wished it was more and lasted longer but Momma told me that was how men were. It was only different at the picture show because they were acting. My life changed about three months ago. Or at least it began three months ago. When summer started. The Southern Baptist convention sent us a young Intern to work for the congregation. He was a senior at Christian College and had to do a summer of service to fulfill part of his scholarship requirements. I call him a young man but in reality he was three years older than I am. He moved into the basement of the church next to the thrift store storage room and had his meals with us. His name is Josh. Josh was always respectful of the Reverend and did his chores and helped at the thrift store. He also took lots and lots of pictures. He even asked the Reverend if he could setup a Darkroom in the old Mop closet of the basement. All his pictures are in Black and white. Josh is studying to be a photographer. He took shots of kids and dogs and Grannies. He took pictures of Houses and stores and trees. But he also took pictures of Girls. All the Sunday school girls had a crush on him and he took pictures of them all the time. He would also take my picture. Sitting at the piano or working in the Thrift store. I liked it and Josh is fun to have around. He started to be a good friend. He would tell me I was pretty and said He loved to take my picture. We were working in the Thrift store one day, unpacking donations and putting them on the shelves. The Reverend was up county visiting old lady Jones. It was a nice spring day, Mrs. Parkinson, the regular Thrift Store clerk was down with the gout so we were alone. I pulled some shoes out of a box. They were spike hi heels like they used to wear 30 years ago. They were black and shiny, with straps that buckled around your ankles. They were my size. I don't know why but I was drawn to them. I slipped out of my plain oxfords and put them on. I felt older, in a way prettier. Even in my drab, churchy, shin length, button front dress I looked more sophisticated. I was walking in the aisle-way when I realized Josh was watching me. As I looked up he snapped my picture and gave a low whistle. I blushed three shades of red and he just laughed at me. Josh walked up to me and pulled the hair clip off of my respectable bun. He told me to shake out my hair. As I did he took several more pictures. I felt kind of funny but I was enjoying the feeling of being pretty and desirable. Josh led me by the hand to the back window and hiked me up on top of a table with the sun shining in my face. I sat there on the table as he took even more pictures and told me how beautiful I was. He reached out to me and pushed my knees apart so I straddled the corner of the table with my pretty shoes dangling from my feet. After a few pictures he told me to lick my lips and leave my mouth slightly open. He didn't ask me he told me. I did it for him. He took more pictures and he then stood between my legs and put his camera down. He unbuttoned my dress from the hem to well above my knees. I hung my head and tried to ignore the shortness of breath and tingly feeling I had when he touched my legs. I was about to stop him when he lifted my head and looked me in the eye. I told him I shouldn't be doing this. He just shushed me and said to me I wont make you do anything you don't want to do and you are enjoying yourself I can tell. He flipped my dress over my spread legs and reached to my collar. Josh undid my buttons from my throat to between my breasts. When he sensed I could take no more without protest he stopped. I sat there still breathing hard and blushed with humiliation. He folded back my collar from the throat to the button between my breasts. He stepped back and began again to snap pictures. I was worried he could see up my dress so my hands went to between my legs to hold it in place. As I did so I was forced to lean forward and my arms pressed the sides of my breasts. My small breasts were forced together and pushed almost all the way out of my simple whit cotton Bra. His view shifted from my legs to my cleavage. He took several more pictures. Stopping now and again just to look. He had me turn my head and smile but most of all he wanted my lips wet and parted. I could feel the warm sun playing over my face and my exposed breasts. When he ran out of film he took me by the hand and lifted me off of the table. In my embarrassment I quickly rebuttoned my dress and blushed in shame for my brazen behavior. Josh walked away and as he went he told me to lock the store and come down to his darkroom to look at his pictures. Again it wasn't a request but an order. I debated for a while but I finally did as I was told and locked up the store. I went to the basement and as I approached his darkroom josh lifted aside the old dark blanket that covered the doorway. I stepped in as he turned on the real light. There were my pictures hung from a wire to dry. All of them were 8x10. All were black and white. The sun was streaming softly through my long hair. I was beautiful. I was sexy. I blushed at the ones of me on the table. But I could feel my nipples stiffen just like swimming in April. My Breasts hung from my unbuttoned dress. The table lewdly spread my legs apart. My panties barely concealed by my clutched hands between my legs. I looked at Josh and told him the Reverend would never approve. He replied to me the Reverend would never know. He handed me a folder with pictures in it. The first were of me. In my work pants and T-shirt in the garden, and one of me in the kitchen with the sun shining right through my flannel nightie. In my swimsuit, at the swimming hole with my nipples showing through my suit. I blushed some more. Then pictures of other girls started. not just girls but women. They were in there underwear or even topless. Some were all the way nude. I knew these women. They lived in my little town. Some even went to Church with me. I couldn't believe my eyes. Many were taken in an old shack at the end of the holler, not a quarter mile from my front door. The one that took my breath away was the picture of the Dodson twins, both nude and kissing in the corner of the shack. Emily and Jessica Dodson had been in my Sunday school class for years. I knew they flirted with the boys but this was beyond belief. They were such pretty girls and the picture showed such passion. It made me all flushed and tingly. I forced myself to put down the book. I looked up and Josh and his camera were gone. A note on the table said I will be at the shack. Don't wear anything under your dress. Don't forget the shoes. I am not stupid even if I am a simple hill girl The boys spent all of High School trying to touch my breasts or grab my fanny. If I went Josh was going to take my cloths off and probably do anything else he wanted to. I kept telling myself I was a married woman. I locked the door early and told myself I would just go home and read my Bible. As I slipped my white cotton Bra off and then my panties I told myself it was hot and uncomfortable. I set off down the path to my house and was enjoying the stroll when I noticed I was still wearing the Black Stiletto heels I found at the thrift store. I realized I was already past my house and decided to walk to the Cabin and tell Josh this was wrong and I couldn't do it. I stepped on the old rickety porch and stepped through the door. Josh was there sitting on an old rickety table. Beside him was a pile of stuff and on the other side was his Camera. I didn't talk I just stood at the door looking at him. He lifted his camera and told me not to move. I stood in the doorframe with the afternoon light behind me. Josh picked up his camera and began taking pictures. He had me stretch and spread my legs. I knew the dress was almost see-thru in this light so I blushed but I did as he told me. He said to me come on preacher's wife undo a button for me I reached down and undid the one at my hem. Another he demanded. So I did the one above it. He took a picture with every button. Don't stop he admonished. I undid another and then another. A total of four were now undone. I knew if I undid any more from the bottom I would expose myself. I reached to my collar and began again, then the one below it and another. I reached for the one between my breasts and looked at Josh. He took my picture as I hesitated. The he just motioned with his head. As I undid the one between my breasts and the one under it I could feel the dress fall away. I realized I was hot from blushing and my breath was shallow and rapid. I can't ever remember feeling that way before. It was exciting and humiliating all at once. I undid the next. My dress now barely covered my breasts. I only had two buttons holding it closed at all. The ones left closed were about even with my belly button, and the other just hiding my nether region. Josh put down his camera and walked to me. He reached out and moved my hands above my head to the door frame. My dress spread even further open. He let his hand slowly trace down the seam on my dress in between my breasts. I caught my breath and held it. I turned my head aside and blushed even deeper. His hand moved my dress open until I could feel the edge just catch on my now stiff and sensitive nipples. He undid one more button. And leaned to me and whispered don't move little Preacher's wife. He walked back to the table and took a picture then he demanded I look at him. He shot several more frames. He again got up from his spot. I dreaded the last button but craved it as well. I felt frozen in my spot, unable to move and protect myself. He brought something with him as he came. Josh whispered in my ear. Turn around Preacher's wife. I lowered my arms to my sides, and faced out the door. With a quick yank, Josh had my dress off of my shoulders. My hands instinctively went up to protect my breasts. One single button held my dress at my waist. I was looking out into the bright daylight of the old trail down the Holler. Josh still stood close behind me. He gently raised my hands back to the doorframe. I was topless to the world. After tenderly sliding his hands down my arms to my sides, grazing over the sensitive sides of my breasts, Josh backed away and took more pictures. He had me look back at him over my shoulder and then move my feet back and arch my back so my bottom stuck out. Josh lowered the camera and sat half on the table and stared at me for a few seconds. He then with a smirk on his face told me I had one more button. I whimpered a bit but I found my left hand straying to the last button holding my dress. As I popped it loose the dress fell to the dirty floor of the shack. I put my hand back on the doorframe and pushed my ass out further. Josh again took a series of pictures. I was now dressed in nothing but the pair of hi heel pumps that got all of this started. Josh put down his camera and walked up behind me. I froze as he put his hands lightly on my hips. No man other than the Reverend had ever touched me. Even my Daddy kept his hands off of me always. I quaked at his touch. I could feel his breath on my neck as his hands slowly began to slide up over my hips and around to my tummy. As he reached the bottom curve of my breasts I realized my nipples were puckered so hard they actually hurt. As his palms grazed over my nipples I had my first orgasm. My toes curled and my knees went weak for a few seconds. The feeling was fleeting but wonderful. I hadn't felt that feeling since I used to shinny up trees as a young woman playing out in the woods. As I regained my breath and my balance, Josh continued up my arms. He slowly lifted them over my head and crossed my wrists there. I looked up at his hands as they held my wrists and noticed a piece of white cotton cloths line for the first time. He tied my wrists together quickly and securely. The loose end he fed over a big nail that was in the door casing. I was pulled to my tiptoes. Josh's hands began the trip back down my body. They stopped at my mouth and his fingers glazed over my moistened lips. His fingers invaded my mouth and I could feel myself responding to this harsh treatment. I don't know why but I found myself sucking his fingers hungrily as they slid in and out of my mouth. Josh's wet fingers slid down over my painfully erect nipples. One hand lingered at my throat keeping my head up as he pinched and twisted his prize. The hand continued down my abdomen until it touched the soft pubic hair just above my pussy. As his hand gently brushed through it I collapsed. This time, the ropes at my wrists and his hand at my throat held me in place. The difficulty I had in breathing just heightened the pleasure my body was feeling. I felt Josh release me and back away. My head sagged but my shoulders burned from supporting my weight. I could here Josh's camera go Click Whir as he shot many pictures at many different angles. My hair hung over my face and my knees quaked but I stood up and looked at him. He was approaching. He lifted me and unhooked the rope above me. He led me by my wrists back to his dirty little table at the center of the old abandoned cabin. Josh turned me and looked into my eyes. He then firmly pressed me back on the table. My butt was on the edge and my nude back could feel every grain of dirt on that little table. As my shoulders came in contact with the other side my feet were lifted from the ground. Josh circled me never looking away. I again blushed a deep hue. He pulled the white cotton rope holding my wrists together under the table causing my arms to be pulled over my head and then back under the table. It was looped over something solid beneath the rickety table. He brought up a loose loop of rope and circled my tender neck quickly. My neck was attached to my bound hands under the table. It was secured and I found myself in a full arch with the small of my back off the table to give myself enough slack to breath. My hair hung freely to the floor and I could feel the blood rushing past my ears. My breath was ragged not from lack of breath but more from my arousal. I still had said nothing. His hand slid gently over my body and he whispered to me how pretty I was and how helpless I was. His hands found my knee and pulled it over the far edge of the small table. It was quickly secured followed by my ankle under the table and back to my wrists. He immediately tied the other knee and leg the same way. He stood back and shot more pictures. My Pretty shoes were almost touching my wrists under the table and if I relaxed the noose around my neck reminded me to stay still. My head was pounding and I was fighting an orgasm without even knowing it. Again his hand went to the bag he had brought. Out came some shaving cream and a straight razor. My pubic hair was carefully removed and I could do nothing to stop him. I could feel his fingers gently pulling my lips open and my own lubrication oozing from my vagina. The sharp edge of the razor scraped ever so slowly over my most tender parts. Josh brought out a towel and carefully wiped the cream and shavings from my body. He then took baby oil and began carefully massaging my now naked flesh. He was telling me how pretty I looked. How soft and inviting my pussy was. All the time slowly circling and penetrating my lips and coursing his fingers coated with oil and my own juices over my clit. Every time I came my body was racked with spasms so intense they would cut off my air. I would have to pull myself back from intense pleasure and hold a painful arch to breath. He again stepped away and took pictures from many angles. He stepped up to my head and placed his camera on my tummy. My head was between his legs and I had a close-up view of Josh undoing his button up Levi's. As the buttons came open his raging cock came into view. He let it point straight out from his body just over my face. He stepped closer nuzzling his balls on my nose and upper lip. Then he stepped back and took his cock in his hand and slapped me with it. He prompted me to open my mouth. I hesitated and he slapped me with his hard dick again. My lips slackened and jaw went open and he slid the head into my mouth. The grainy texture felt erotic. The fat plumb of a head was lodged on the roof of my mouth and I wrapped my lips around the shaft and began to suck. I felt him pickup his camera and heard the shutter click. He ever so slowly worked his rock hard cock in and out of my mouth. It was getting slick with spit. On every stroke I felt it lodge further and further down my throat. I was arched as far as I could to escape his thrusts but he was relentless. I fought off the urge to gag and allowed my throat to relax. He was soon all the way in with his balls again slapping my nose and upper lip. I learned to breath on the outstroke. His hand went to my nipples . I couldn't believe the sensations coursing through my body. I was on fire. My nipples ached from being stiff and engorged but my pussy lips were on fire. I began to shudder uncontrollably as he slid a finger over my clit and into my pulsing pussy. He stuffed his cock all the way in my throat and denied me what little air I could have. I could see small points of light floating and my eyes were going black. The feeling of pleasure was so intense I didn't care. I just didn't want it to stop. My body was pulsing through multiple orgasms. Josh pulled out of my mouth with a pop. I regained my breath. I felt him at the other end of the table. He put the fat head of his cock right on my swollen little clit and rubbed my own spit into it. I couldn't even see what he was doing but I could here the ever-present click of his shutter. He pushed his cock down my lips and leaned in to me. My pussy was drenched from my earlier orgasms so he slid in easily all the way to the hilt. I felt the head of his cock hit my cervix and I again started to roll through orgasms so intense I could focus on nothing but the intense feelings of pleasure. I could feel the old dirty table shake as he fucked me with long forceful strokes. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt his hot cum spray onto my belly and tits. His camera kept up the incessant clicking as he emptied his nuts onto my soft skin. He staggered away finally complete. I was bathed in sweat and my muscles were now screaming in pain from the forceful position I had been tied in. Josh untied my legs then my neck and hands. As he helped me from the table he gave me a sweet tender kiss. I picked up the towel and wiped myself off as well as I could and retrieved me dress from the dirty floor. Josh's eyes twinkled as he said to me, I will see you Sunday Preacher's wife. I walked home in a daze and when I got there I filled the tub. I stripped off my dress and looked at myself in the mirror My pussy was now as bald as it was when I was 12 years old except the lips were swollen and distended, I also had bright red rope marks on my throat, wrists, knees, and ankles. As I soaked in the tub I was in a way wishing my husband would notice but deep down I knew the Reverend wouldn't. I just wondered what Josh would have in store for me Sunday.