For those of you expecting a visit from Josh's college buddies in this
segment I apologize. They will show up on Monday morning. This segment 
helped me to develop the Reverend's character a bit as well as opening 
up our sweet young wife to being more aggressive herself. Let me know 
how I should let this story unfold. After all Josh will be going back 
to college. The Preachers wife could end up letting her horny old goat 
of a husband watch her or she could get thrown out on her ass. She may 
even get pregnant from all this unprotected sex. Also somebody should 
give her a name. I will put the best suggestion in the story. 

Preacher's wife part 3 or Sunday Night 

I sat at my table for several minutes after my class had dismissed. The
girls were gone and I could still feel Josh's seed leaking from my sore 
and stretched rectum. The worst part was I knew I wanted it to happen 
again. 

I went to the rectory and let the Pastor Glory in his Congregation and
the stirring performance he had delivered to them this day. Of course I 
went to the Bathroom and cleaned up. Then I listened from the kitchen 
window as the older folks talked about his rousing sermon. I went about 
making Dinner as the afternoon sun crept lower in the Sky. The Reverend 
was pleased with himself and patted me on the fanny as I set the table 
for us. We ate and talked and my husband discussed his trip to the 
State Seminary. He had been invited to Lecture for a week so he was 
leaving on Monday morning and wouldn't be back till Friday night. He 
told me I should go stay at my parent's house for the week but I told 
him I would be fine. The pastor brought up that it wouldn't look right 
for me to be in the house alone with a single man for a week so he 
insisted I stay with my mother. I relented and told him I would go 
right after we closed the Thrift store on Monday. If he only knew just 
how improper Josh could get with me. 

I took my bubble bath as the Reverend finished up the supper dishes and
brushed out my hair. I decided to wear a short white silk nightie to 
bed instead of my usual flannel nightgown. I had never worn it. I had 
received it as a present at a bachelorette party before I was married 
to the pastor. I remember blushing at the thought of him seeing me in 
it. Considering recent events, it seemed tame in comparison. I was 
lying there dreaming of what he might force me to do, as the reverend 
got ready for bed. My hand crept slowly down to my own sex. Touching 
myself was something I hadn't done since Momma had caught me in the 
playhouse with my panties down almost 5 years ago. She had whipped me 
good and told me I would become a fallen woman if I did such things. 
Imagine what she would think if she knew what I allowed Josh and soon, 
Josh's friends do to me. I caressed my pussy ever so carefully and 
slowly. I began to stiffen and I could feel my nipples crinkle with 
desire. I was approaching orgasm when I heard the shower stop. 

The door opened and I could see my husband come toward the bed. I knew
he was in the mood and I was longing for him to please me. I thought if 
he could give me feelings as intense as the ones I experienced at 
Josh's hands I might have the courage to stop what I was doing. The bed 
creaked and as the Reverend rolled back the covers. My silky negligee 
came into view. The Reverend let out a quiet exclamation to himself. He 
then did something he had never done before. He sat on the bed and 
allowed his shaking hand to course over my breasts. My nipples were on 
fire and they could be plainly seen through the flimsy material. He 
untied the ribbon at my cleavage and pushed the top of my nightie down 
exposing my breasts to the cool night air. He leaned forward and gently 
suckled one of my nipples. As he sucked my breasts I allowed my hand to 
roll over and caress his penis through his pajama bottoms. He flinched 
like he was in pain but pushed closer. I encircled his rigid staff with 
my hand and began to pump up and down through the cloth of his night 
cloths. His manhood popped free from the fly of his pajamas. I could 
feel the leathery texture of his dick. My hand slid up and then over 
the tip and back down I encountered moistness seeping from the tip and 
it helped my hand glide over his pole. His hand had strayed to the hem 
of my nightie and it soon was pushed to my waist.  My mons had come 
into view and I began to worry that he would question why I was shaved 
as bare as a 12 year old. His finger parted my lips and gently caressed 
my inner folds dragging my own lubrication over my clit. I shuddered 
through an orgasm. He gently pushed my knees apart and I guided his 
cock to the wet juicy pussy I had between my legs. I rubbed the tip 
over my clit and then slowly allowed it to inch into my waiting cunt. 
As he bottomed out I looked up at him and he was staring into my eyes. 
My hands languidly went over my head and he reached up and grasped my 
crossed wrists in his hand. He started thrusting into me in earnest. I 
could feel the pressure building in my loins. My head was thrown back 
and I extolled out loud. "Praise the Lord" The reply came from my 
husband. "Hallelujah!"  I pitched my head back and had an intense 
series of thunderbolts shoot through my body. The connection from my 
pussy to my nipples and to my vocal cords was Dynamic. When I felt a 
wave of pleasure course through my body I would sing out in praise. My 
husband was pounding me into the bed. Then he did something I would 
have never expected. He quickly pulled away and rolled back on his 
haunches. His cock was spurting giant geysers of cum onto my belly and 
tits. A blast even splattered on my face. The liquid caused another 
wonderful jolt to rack my body. 

The pastor was regaining his composure as I came down from my physical
high. He looked at me strangely and then almost tearfully started to 
apologize. I stopped the dear man and said not only was it all right 
but that I wanted him to do it again. He looked at me quizzically and I 
told him I enjoyed our coupling very much. He collapsed on the bed and 
said. "I had forgotten how young you were. My god you still haven't 
reached puberty." I realized he was remarking on my lack of pubic hair. 
And I told him I was in fact a woman not a girl but I just liked to be 
clean and tidy. A look of recognition flashed over his face and he 
seemed to relax. It dawned on me at that moment that he had gotten so 
turned on because he thought I was just a little girl in a way. I 
thought it odd for a second but then I remembered he had started 
sparkin and asked my parents for me when I was just seventeen. With my 
petite figure and girlish face many people took me for much younger. 
The vision of me laid on our marital bed with my tiny breasts and 
shaved pussy must have looked like a young teen lolita to him in the 
Moon light. He kissed me gently as I got up and went to the bathroom to 
cleanup.  As I finished the quick shower I could here the Reverend 
snoring in bliss in the other room. I looked at myself in the mirror 
and reflected on what we had just done. I had discovered that my 
loving, kind husband had a deep seated little girl fantasy. I blushed 
when all the things I could do to play to that passed through my mind. 
I wondered to myself if I had found the key that would release me from 
the grasp of Josh. I took a deep breath and recognized I would still 
let the young man do anything to my body he wanted even share me with 
his friends.