The Preacher's Wife - Part 8
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Teen/Adult, Bisexual (F/F/M/M), Cheating, Slut Wife, Voyeurism, Masturbation
Previous parts to this story - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
"Marge, we have a problem," the preacher said to his wife over dinner.
Marge was watching her husband eat his salad, covered in dressing mixed with sperm. She felt extraordinarily wicked and added a much large percentage of sperm to Ranch dressing. Now she feared her husband tasted the sperm.
"What's the problem?" she asked, her heart beating fast.
"It's summer camp," he said to her relief. "I'll be at a convention at the same time and you can't do it alone."
The preacher and his wife chaperoned a two week summer camp for the high school grads each year. Managing a group of 18 year olds was a handful, but they did it with joy. The preacher stayed in the boy's part of the camp while his wife stayed with the girls. In addition to supervising, it was their job to make sure no hanky-panky went on.
"What if I found someone to help... like the Starks for example?" Marge offered.
"Do you think they'd be willing?" the preacher asked hopefully.
"I think so," Marge answered, thinking it would give her more time with the Starks. "I've talked to Mrs. Stark about our trips and she always seemed excited. I don't know about Mr. Stark, but I can ask."
Marge later asked the Starks and they agreed. It was all set and the busload of teenagers headed to the campsite; Mr. Stark driving and the two women chatting. When they arrived they set up camp, making sure the boys and girls were on opposite ends.
The campsite was in a beautiful location. There were bathrooms and showers, a few barbeque grills, a large campfire area, a lot of trees, and a lake with a sandy beach. In the past, the two adults were between the boys and girls with the preacher setting up his tent on one side of the campfire area and his wife on the other side. So, looking at it from one end to the other, it was the boys' tents, the preacher, the campfire area, the preacher's wife, and finally the girls' tents. The preacher and his wife, along with the campfire area, were the buffer between the girls and boys. But since it was the Starks instead of the preacher, it led to confusion. If the Starks shared a tent, then Gail would be next to the boys' tents. The adults huddled and decided that Gail and Marge would share a tent next to the girls and Mr. Stark would be in the tent that the preacher would normally be in, next to the boys. He wasn't too happy about the sleeping arrangements, but the women just giggled knowing they'd be sharing a tent.
After the hard work of setting up camp, they sat down for a dinner of hot dogs and hamburgers with potato chips. Then they roasted marshmallows on the open campfire until one by one they got sleepy from the long day's activities. After everyone had turned in, the adults cleaned up and then they also retired for the night. The preacher's wife needed to relieve her bladder so she headed for the bathrooms, but she heard a noise. It was in the boys' section, but not very close to the tents so she thought she'd investigate.
Marge followed the noises until she heard some grunting. Now she was afraid someone was hurt. But when she looked through some heavy shrub she stopped in her tracks. Two of the boys were facing her with no shirts on and their shorts around their ankles. They were both frantically jerking off.
"I'm gonna win," one whispered.
"No way, man. I can cum faster than you," the other replied.
The preacher's wife smiled when she realized the boys were playing a game -- who could cum faster. Seeing the hard cocks on the young bodies got her excited. Her fingers went to her pussy and she began frigging, but that only excited her more.
"What's going on here?" the preacher's wife said, climbing through the shrub and standing in front of the two naked boys with her hands on her hips.
"Oh-my-god!" one cried out.
"Shit!!" the other chimed in less eloquently.
The boys quickly bent to pull their shorts up when the preacher's wife yelled as loudly as she could in a whisper, "FREEZE!"
Both teenagers became statues, bent at the waist, their hands clutching their shorts, and their now limp dicks dangling.
"Please, Mrs. Calligan, can't we just go back to our tent?" one begged.
"Stand up straight," the preacher's wife said in her most authoritarian voice.
Both youths stood up immediately. They were standing in front of the preacher's wife naked, blushing from embarrassment and trembling in fear.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" one pleaded. "We'd never live this down. We're not queer or anything."
The preacher's wife felt a power come over her. It never even crossed her mind to mention it, but now she wanted to tease the boys. Seeing their dicks was exciting her.
"I don't know. What you were doing was sinful," the preacher's wife said. Both boys couldn't even speak. "Haven't you heard masturbating will cause you to go blind?" The teenager's looked at each other in disbelief and then back at the preacher's wife. "Of course that's ridiculous," she added with a smirk on her face.
"Are you going to tell on us?" one said sheepishly.
"No, Steve, I don't think so," the preacher's wife said. "What you and Johnny were doing is only natural."
"It is?!" the shocked teenagers said in unison.
"Of course it is. Boys your age rub their peckers all the time." Marge saw the stunned expressions on the teenagers' faces and noticed Steve's cock rise a little. "But it's better if someone else does it for you."
"We're not queer," Johnny said defiantly.
"I never said you were." The preacher's wife walked up to the boys and grabbed their cocks. Both dicks hardened immediately as she squeezed them. "This is what I meant," she said, now stroking their cocks.
"Oh Mrs. Calligan," Steve moaned.
"Shit!!" Johnny said in his obviously limited vocabulary.
The preacher's wife dropped to her knees to get a better look at the two young dicks. They were decent sized, but thinner than what she was accustomed to. She liked watching their cock-heads disappear in her fists and then reappear as she slid her hands over the mushroom-shaped head and then down the shaft. The preacher's wife had both boys groaning in no time.
"You know, you were playing that game all wrong," the preacher's wife said, never taking her eyes off their cocks. "A good lover doesn't cum quickly. You should have seen who could hold out longer... not cum first."
The preacher's wife stood up without releasing their cocks. While slowly stroking them, she placed her lips on Steve's and pushed her tongue inside his mouth. He began French-kissing her hesitantly. Then she pulled away and did the same to Johnny, who was more passionate.
"Okay boys, let's play a new game," Marge whispered while stepping behind them. She reached around their bodies and grabbed their cocks again. With her face between their heads she whispered, "Let's see who's the better lover. Whoever cums first loses."
While stroking their cocks, the preacher's wife nibbled on the backs of their necks and ears. She kept telling them how good their cocks felt in her hands and how hard they were. Anything she could think of to tease them. She even pressed her tits against their backs which caused moans to escape from their clenched lips. They were trying hard not to orgasm.
"Hmmmm, what should the winner get?" the preacher's wife hissed in their ears. "Would you like to see me naked? Would you like to play with my pussy?" The boys were really struggling now to hold back their climax. "Maybe I'll give the winner a blow-job."
Up until that point, Marge was not trying to make the teenagers cum. Her hands were moving slowly, caressing more than wanking. But with that last comment, she began pumping their cocks fast. All of a sudden both boys groaned and she felt their cocks throb. Marge looked between them at the ropes of white sperm flying through the air and silently splashing onto the dirt floor. The boys were humping their hips while the preacher's wife milked all their sperm out of their young cocks.
"Who won?" Johnny asked when he opened his eyes and saw that his friend had cum as well.
"It was a photo finish," the preacher's wife said with a chuckle. "Looks like a tie."
"Will you do it to both of us then?" Steve asked, almost pleadingly.
"Do what?" Marge teased.
"You know," Steve said shyly, "the blow-job."
The preacher's wife was absentmindedly stroking their cocks and realized they were still erect. They had lost none of their hardness even though they had orgasmed. Sperm dribbled from their piss-slits and she used it as lubrication, stroking up and down their shafts.
"But I'm married," the preacher's wife teased. "Do you think it's right for a married woman to do that?"
"But you did the other," Steve pleaded.
"What other?"
"You jerked us off," Johnny stated boldly.
"Are you going to tell anyone I did that?" Marge asked.
"No," both boys said together.
"No one would believe you, you know," the preacher's wife said. "They'd believe me if I told them you guys were jerking off together, but they wouldn't believe you."
"We know. We won't ever tell," Johnny promised.
"Hmmm, I still don't know if I can trust you," the preacher's wife said. She liked being in the dominant role and it was making her think like she had never before. "There's only one way I know for sure you won't tell." Marge watched the two teens staring at her, their cocks still rock hard, hoping she will give them their first blow-jobs. "If you do it to each other first then I'll do it."
Steve's jaw dropped and he couldn't even speak, but the more forceful Johnny said almost too loudly, "No way... we're not queer."
"I know that. But I have to be sure. You don't have to do it for a long time... just enough so that I know you'll never tell on me. C'mon, it will be like sucking his finger. What's the big deal? It's not like he'll cum in your mouth. Tell you what. If I blow you I will let you cum in my mouth. Think about that. I'll suck your cock and you can cum in my mouth. What do you say?"
The two boys were stunned. What the preacher's wife asked was despicable to them, but she was so pretty and she was going to blow them... and they were going to cum in her mouth. They huddled together and discussed it, telling each other that they were not queer and wouldn't enjoy it. But if they did it then the pretty preacher's wife would blow them.
"Okay," Johnny answered for both, "but how long do we have to do it?"
"Not long. Who's first?" Marge asked excitedly.
"I'll go first," Johnny said, and then turned to his friend and said, "You better do this too."
Steve nodded his agreement. The preacher's wife dropped to her knees and beckoned Johnny down next to her. When he was on his knees in front of his friend's bobbing cock, the preacher's wife took the cock in her hand and placed her other hand on the back of Johnny's head. She pushed his head towards his friend's cock.
When Johnny showed resistance the preacher's wife said, "It's just like putting his finger in your mouth."
But what Marge didn't tell the boy was that their cocks were coated with their sperm. She still felt the gooey substance on her palms and knew there was a thin layer on their cocks. To her delight, Johnny opened his mouth and let the preacher's wife push his head forward. When his lips closed around his friend's cock, both Marge and Steve let out a moan. The preacher's wife couldn't believe how exciting it was to see the teenage boy's mouth around his friend's dick.
The preacher's wife pulled Johnny's head back a little and then pushed it forward. She did it again and again, forcing the teenager to suck his friend's cock. But she had promised them they wouldn't have to do it too long so she let go of Johnny's head and told him he could stop. The boy instantly pulled his head away and spit several times on the ground.
Johnny stood up and Steve got onto his knees. Marge was surprised when she didn't have to coerce the second boy. He opened his mouth and stuffed Johnny's cock in it. He had watched his friend give him a blow-job so he knew what to do. Without prompting from Marge, Steve bobbed his head back and forth on his friend's cock. In fact, he was doing it so well the preacher's wife thought Johnny might cum, and she didn't want that, so she told Steve he could stop.
Both teenagers were now standing side by side, too embarrassed to look at each other. The preacher's wife knelt in front of Steve and put his cock in her mouth. She bobbed on it like she had showed the boys to do, but she also used her tongue. She didn't taste the residue of his sperm so knew that Johnny had sucked it clean. The preacher's wife desperately wanted to put her hand inside her own shorts and finger her pussy, but she didn't want to take it to the next level. Instead, she grabbed Steve's buttocks and pulled him so that she could swallow his entire dick. In no time, Steve was moaning and humping his hips. He let out a low guttural sound and stopped moving as he filled the preacher's wife's mouth with his teenage sperm.
Marge swallowed the first boy's offering and moved to her left thinking how dirty her knees were going to be. Then she stuffed Johnny's cock in her mouth. Always the aggressor, Johnny grabbed the preacher's wife's head and fucked her face. He was a little longer than Steve and the preacher's wife occasionally gagged as Johnny's cock entered her throat. Just like with Steve, the preacher's wife grabbed Johnny's buttocks as her head bobbed up and down his cock. But unlike with Steve, she slipped a finger into his crack until she located his anus. Gently, she pushed her forefinger into his asshole up to the first knuckle. The teenager let out a groan as he came. The preacher's wife felt his jism coat her tongue and then fill her mouth.
Without uttering a word, the preacher's wife stood up and turned. The teenage boys watched her walk into the dark and disappear. They quickly yanked their shorts up, still embarrassed that they sucked each other's dick. But they were both savoring the afterglow of their first blow-job by a woman... the wife of their preacher no less.
"Where were you?" Gail asked as Marge entered their tent. "I almost went to Mac's tent to search for you."
Without answering, the preacher's wife dropped to where Mrs. Stark was sitting and pressed her lips to her lover's. She tilted Gail's head back and thrust her tongue into Gail's mouth. Mrs. Stark instantly felt Johnny's sperm pour into her mouth. The preacher's wife had not swallowed. She eagerly French-kissed Marge until most of the sperm had been swallowed by both women.
"You dog," Gail chided her lover, "you paid Mac a visit."
"Nope," the preacher's wife said with a big smile.
"No? Then where did you get a mouthful of...? Oh-my-god, you didn't. Who? Tell me who."
The preacher's wife told her friend how she caught Steve and Johnny and what happened afterwards. She didn't tell her about making them suck each other's cock. She would never tell anyone that.
By the time the preacher's wife finished her story, Gail had ripped her clothes off and was tearing at Marge's. She pushed her lover onto her back and climbed on top of her in the opposite direction. Both women were aroused and buried their faces in each other's pussy. They moaned and groaned as the two slurped away... and didn't stop until both had multiple orgasms.
The next morning, sleepy faces appeared coming out of every tent. The teenagers washed up and sat around talking about what they were going to do that day. The adults were already up and preparing breakfast. Whenever Marge caught Johnny or Steve staring at her, she'd put a sausage between her lips and move it in and out. She noticed the bulges in their shorts and how they were uncomfortably trying to hide it from the others.
The group decided to go for a hike and explore the woods. Of course the boys ran ahead and jumped out from behind trees and bushes to scare the girls... which they successfully did often. There was a lot of giggling and friendly chatting going on.
They returned for lunch and rested a bit before going for a swim. After a morning of hiking, all needed a cool dip in the lake. They changed in their tents and returned to the center of the camp. Marge and Gail wore conservative one-piece bathing suits, but the teenage girls were attired in bikinis. Not thongs or even strings, but their flat tummies and part of their ass-cheeks showed nicely.
One after another, they jumped into the cool water, the boys trying to splash as many of the girls as they could. And, to their glee, the young girls let out shrieks each time. While the others were frolicking in the water, Johnny's eyes stalked the preacher's wife. After the episode the previous night, he knew she wasn't what she appeared to be. She had actually given him a blow-job... and he came in her mouth.
Marge was talking to the Starks as they sat on the beach watching the children play. She noticed Steve and remembered the night before. She remembered touching his hard teenage dick and sucking him off. That was fun, but she couldn't get the image of his lips locked around his friend's cock out of her mind. Unlike Johnny, Steve seemed to enjoy it. Then her thoughts switched to Johnny. He was very aggressive, always taking charge. Her pussy moistened a little thinking how she made him suck Steve's cock. Where was he anyway? And then she saw Johnny standing in the water alone, staring at her.
The preacher's wife told the Starks she was going in for a dip to cool off. She tried not to be obvious, but she walked towards where Johnny was standing. As soon as Marge entered the cool water, her nipples responded by hardening. When she stood next to Johnny she saw his eyes staring at the erect points pushing out her bathing suit. She continued walking into deeper water and the teenager followed her as if she was the Pied Piper.
"Mrs. Calligan, what happened last night?" Johnny asked when they were chest-deep in the lake.
"I jerked you and Steve off and sucked your cocks."
"I know, but why? And the way you talk.... You're the preacher's wife. I don't understand."
"Well, part of me is the wife of a preacher, but part of me... well, you saw a sample of the other part."
"You mean you did that before?!!" the teenager asked incredulously. "With other kids?"
"No, you and Steve were the first ki... young adults."
"But there have been others?"
"Yes."
"Jeez, Mrs. Calligan, that's so hot. But my parents and the preacher say it's a sin."
"Well, they're wrong. As long as everyone is consenting and no one gets hurt, there's nothing wrong with having sex." The preacher's wife looked down into the clear water and saw the bulge in Johnny's bathing suit. "Hmmm, looks like our talk is affecting you."
Johnny followed her gaze and blushed when he realized she could see his erection. He automatically cupped his hands at his crotch, trying to hide it. The preacher's wife looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them... other than Mrs. Stark.
"I think I can find a better use for your hand than to hide your boner," the preacher's wife said.
With one hand, Marge pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side and, with the other, pulled Johnny's hand to her now bare pussy. When the teenager felt his first cunt, the hand still cupping his cock began rubbing it. The preacher's wife pulled that hand away.
"That's for me to do," she said smiling. "You do me and I'll do you. Deal?"
Johnny was in a daze. His hand was touching the preacher's wife's pussy. He looked through the clear water and saw her pubic hairs, running his fingers through them. The preacher's wife gently stroked his cock through his bathing suit. The teenager became more aggressive and starting probing with his finger. He slipped into the crevice and moved through it, bringing moans from the preacher's wife. When his finger accidently touched her clit, Marge shuddered.
The boy kept exploring, learning about her pussy like a blind person reads Braille -- fingers only. When his finger sunk into her hole, the preacher's wife shoved her hand into his bathing suit and grabbed his cock. It wasn't very comfortable for her so she pushed his suit down low enough for his hard-on to spring free. Gripping it, she now fisted his cock underwater.
Johnny continued to finger the preacher's wife. He couldn't believe his finger was inside a pussy... an older woman's pussy... the preacher's wife's pussy. And she was jerking him off, right there with the other kids screaming and splashing nearby. Johnny was a fast learner and soon had one finger moving in and out of her hole while his thumb rubbed her clit. He was inexperienced, but he knew all the parts. The internet was very educational when it came to that, from pictures, to stories, to "how to" instruction.
Marge put her free hand on Johnny's shoulder and began humping her hips. His fingers were hitting just the right places and soon she convulsed in a huge orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she scrunched her eyes and pressed her lips together. When she recovered, she realized her fist was still gripping the boy's cock... maybe too tightly. She loosened her grip and concentrated on bringing the teenager off. Her hand glided up and down the hard shaft until Johnny's lower body began jerking. Soon, the preacher's wife saw the white trail float to the surface of the water. She continued stroking him until no more came forth, and then she stepped back.
Marge realized they were standing near the others, and the enormity of that sunk in. She half walked/half swam towards the beach, now wading in the shallow water. Gail was frantically pointing at her and, when she looked down, noticed her bathing suit was still pushed to the side, her pussy exposed. She dropped to her knees in the water and adjusted her crotch. Then she walked to her friends and lied down on the blanket. When she located Johnny, he was splashing a bunch of boys.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but Gail couldn't wait for bedtime. After all the children were in their tents, exhausted from the active day, Mr. and Mrs. Stark met in a predetermined place.
"So, after seeing all those sweet young things, do you still want to shag this old hag?" Gail asked, jokingly.
"Honey, I'll fuck you any time... any place."
"But what about those young cuties? Wouldn't you like to fuck them?"
"I'm not going to lie to you," Mr. Stark said, "I loved seeing their almost naked bodies. Jeez, you could even see their slits and ass-cracks through their suits. I liked when the cold water made their little nipples stand up too."
"Hmmmm, you ain't lying," Gail said, dropping to her knees and pulling her husband's shorts down. "Your cock is as hard as it's ever been."
Gail stuffed her husband's cock into her mouth and began sucking. But after watching the preacher's wife with the teenager, she was in need of a good fuck. Gail stepped out of her shorts and panties and put her hands on a tree, bending over. She wiggled her ass in the moonlight and her husband needed no more encouragement. He plowed into her from behind and fucked her hard. Mrs. Stark gave a little shriek when she came, and then a moan when her husband filled her pussy with his sperm.
Gail dropped to her knees before her husband and cleaned his cock with her mouth. There was no need for him to be uncomfortable, and she had plans for getting herself cleaned by the preacher's wife.
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