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 TITLE: Perfume-11 - A day of quickies - The Preacher's Wife

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Fm, drug

   SUMMARY: This is the 11th installment of the Perfume series.  In chapter
1 Richard turns the tables on his mother with her new experimental perfume,
saving most of it for the future.  In chapter 2 he tries to control it
better when he uses it on his older sister but it still gets out of hand.
In chapter 3 he finally gets it right and has a wonderful time with his
little sister, until the tables are turned.  Chapter 4 is a postmortem on
Rick's storytelling and evaluation of responses.  Chapter 5 has him in the
arms of his grandmother and not always using the perfume.  Chapter six has
him punishing his sister while he takes down her girlfriend.  In Chapter
seven Rick attends his little sister's slumber party.  Chapter eight is
where Rick gets some very private tutoring from his English Teacher. 
Chapter nine has Lucy seducing her Dad.  Mom, Maryanne, and Lucy are
finally together in Chapter ten.  Needing something new I turned to the
church.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.
"Everybody up," my mom yelled.  "We're all going to church this morning,

no exceptions."

   My mom felt guilty about her recent threesome with my two sisters,
Maryanne who is 17, and Lucy who is 10.  I'm Rick and 14.  I caused the
little sex orgy by getting Lucy to spray some of my aphrodisiac perfume on
them.  I really got it from my mom.  She works at a research lab that makes
perfumes.  I have used the perfume on all three of them and a host of
others.  But I was getting tired of the effort and setup involved for each
"adventure." I wanted something simpler.  The problem though was that the
perfume drug, which turns people into sex maniacs (to various degrees
depending on the amount used), lasted for about an hour.  Luckily my
antidote did the same.  But I needed something to work for just a short
time.  Then it hit me.  When my mom first used it on me she put the
antidote on me several minutes afterwards and it pulled me out of it.  I
had forgotten all about that.  So there it was, my mission for the day, to
have a day full of quickies.

   "We leave in 15 minutes," Mom yelled again.  By now I was about ready,
as were my two sisters.  My dad was still off driving truck somewhere out
of state.  I made sure I had plenty of perfume and antidote with me, with
easy access to the antidote cream.

   A half hour later we pulled into the church parking lot.  All being
different ages they sent us to four different Sunday school classes.  My
class was full of 13 and 14-year-old teens.  Some of the girls were hot,
some not so hot.  But I was sure I would enjoy any of them.  Then the
teacher came in.  She wasn't half bad.  She looked like she was in her mid
30's, shoulder length brown hair.  Her long skirt and blouse hid what might
be a well-built 5' 10" frame.  She certainly wasn't fat by any means; maybe
solid would be a better description.  It wasn't until halfway through the
class that I learned who she was.  Mrs.  Harris was the pastor's wife. 
That's when I knew who I wanted.  I spent the rest of the class devising my
strategy.

   When class was over I let the other's leave the room before I spoke. 
"Mrs.  Harris, may I speak with you?"

   "Of course Rick," she replied.  "What's on your mind?"

   "Well, it's...I don't know how to say it.  I'm afraid and don't know who
to talk to." I was setting her up.  "I don't want to get anyone in trouble,
but..."

   "Is this something very personal Rick?" she asked me.

   "Yes Ma'am," I replied.

   "Maybe we better not talk here," she said.  "I can get us someplace
private.  Come with me." Oh I'm going to cum with you, I thought as I
followed her to the church office area.

   "I don't want to be disturbed, Sarah," she said to a lady behind a desk.
She led me into one of the rooms and locking the door, sat me down on a
couch.  Sitting next to me, she said, "Now tell me what's bothering you
honey."

   "Well it's my fault because I didn't stop her," I began.  "I should have
stopped her.  But she loves me and I love her.  I just didn't know, I
didn't know what was going to happen, what she wanted me to do to her."

   "First off darling, whatever this is, it is not your fault," she assured
me.  "Now who is this person we're talking about?"

   "She's my aunt, my aunt Nadine," I lied.  "She is kind of young for an
aunt.  She's only 22.  It was the other night and she was babysitting Lucy
and me, even though I really don't need a babysitter.  I shouldn't say
anymore.  I don't want to get anyone in trouble."

   "You're doing fine.  You are very brave telling me all this," she said
to me, trying to calm my apparently agitated state.  "You are safe now with
me.  You can tell me everything that happened and you will still be safe.
So tell me what happened with you and Nadine."

   "Well Lucy was in bed and Nadine and I were watching a movie.  She got
up to get us something to drink.  I told her it tasted a little funny but
she made me drink it down.  It was then that she told me I just had my
first drink of alcohol." The more I spun this story to Mrs.  Harris, the
more fun it became.  I continued on.  "I don't remember when but I found
myself snuggled up next to Aunt Nadine with her arm over my shoulder.  She
pulled me in close and kissed me on the head.  She asked me if I had a
girlfriend and I told her no.  She said that any girl would be lucky to
have me as their boyfriend, to be able to kiss whenever they wanted.  I
told her that I had never kissed a girl before." Mrs.  Harris was all ears,
almost salivating for the next line of the story.

   "Then Nadine leaned down and kissed me on the lips, telling me it was
just to let me know what it was like to kiss a girl.  That seemed
reasonable.  Then she told me to practice on her.  Well one kiss led to
another and soon we were making out together.  But something was happening
to my body.  I was feeling tingles all over.  When Aunt Nadine touched
me...down there," I said looking down at my crotch, "I uh realized I was
all stiff down there."

   "What did she do then?" Mrs.  Harris asked.

   "She told me she could make me feel better than I had ever felt before.
This sounded good to me so I asked her how.  That's when she told me to
take my clothes off.  I told her I didn't want to, that I would get in
trouble from Mom.  Aunt Nadine said that my Mom told her to take care of us
and that this would be the best care that she could give.  But to make it
fair she said she would remove her clothes too.  So we did.  She then laid
down on the couch and told me to get on top of her.  When I did she took
my, uh my..." I was purposely stumbling in my story.  This was fun.

   "It's OK honey, you can say it, you can tell me.  It was your penis
wasn't it?  What did Nadine do with your penis?" Mrs.  Harris asked.

   "She took it and put the end of it against her...uh"

   "Her pussy, she put it against her pussy," Mrs.  Harris helped.

   "Yes, against her pussy," I agreed.

   "Tell me what happened next," she asked.  This Mrs.  Harris was a horny
bitch, so I went on with my story.

   "She told me to push it in her," I said.  "So I did.  I didn't want to,
honest.  But she said I had to now that I touched her with it."

   "It's OK sweetie," Mrs.  Harris said as she leaned in and gave me a warm
hug, pressing my head against her breasts.  She then leaned back and told
me to continue with my story.

   "When I pushed in I didn't know what to do next so I just stayed there.
Aunt Nadine told me to pull it almost all the way out and push it in again.
She told me to continue doing this, pulling out and pushing in, over and
over.  I'm so sorry Mrs.  Harris, it's just that the more I did it the
better it felt until..."

   "Until what Rick, until what?" she asked, trying to keep her excitement
under control.

   "Until my whole body felt like electricity and then my stomach, I mean
my penis, it felt really hard and stuff was coming up through it.  But not
pee.  It was different.  As it came up my whole body felt wonderful.  And
then it was like I was squirting the stuff out of me and into Aunt Nadine.
But not just once.  It squirted over and over about a half dozen times."

   Mrs.  Harris looked like she was ready to jump my bones right then.  I
knew now was the time.  I reached into my coat pocket and sprayed some
perfume onto my fingers.  I had already put some antidote on myself while
telling my story, without her noticing.  I was now ready for her.  But she
wanted more of the story so I made some more up.  I was sort of into it
too. It made me wish I had an Aunt Nadine.

   "While I was squirting my stuff," I began, but she interrupted me.

   "Cum, it's called cum honey.  You were squirting your cum into Nadine's
pussy.  So go on," she said.

   "As I squirted my cum, Aunt Nadine got really stiff and pushed her hips
up into the air.  I thought she was having a heart attack or something."

   "She was having an orgasm.  You gave her an orgasm," she explained.  "An
orgasm to a woman is like when you climaxed and shot your cum into her
pussy.  It's a good thing sweetie.  You made your Aunt Nadine have an
orgasm.  Most men can't do that honey, but you did it.  You have your Aunt
climax baby."

   "Oh, well after a little bit she relaxed and said that I was wonderful.
She asked me if I wanted to do that again sometime.  Of course I said yes.
She said OK but that I shouldn't ever tell Mom what happened or that Mom
would be jealous and never let us do it again.  She said I shouldn't tell
anyone or they would stop us from every doing it.  She made me promise. 
She then had me get on my back on the couch and she put my penis in her
mouth."

   "What did that feel like?" Mrs.  Harris asked.

   "It felt warm, no, hot.  She cleaned all the stuff off of me, sliding up
and down my penis with her mouth until it was hard again." Mrs.  Harris had
her hand on my leg.  I took this as my opportunity to transfer the perfume.
But as I continued my story I let only the outer edge of my fingers touch
her hand, wanting to finish my story before I took Mrs.  Harris down.

   "Go on, what happened next?" she asked me.

   "Aunt Nadine got on top of me and put my penis back into her pussy.  She
rocked her body back and forth and, oh Mrs.  Harris, I am so ashamed.  I
didn't want her to stop.  I found myself pushing up as she was bouncing
down on top of me.  I wanted that feeling again.  I wanted to climax and
feel my cum shoot out like before.  I wanted to fill my Aunt's pussy with
my cum.  I wanted to make her have that feeling again too.  Aunt Nadine
leaned forward and put her breast in my mouth and told me to bite down and
suck as she continued to bounce on me.  She moved me to her other breast
for a while and then kissed me really hard.  She put her tongue in my mouth
and held my mouth tight, muffling my cries of pleasure as I began to
climax. I felt my cum rise up through my penis again and it was wonderful.
Then when it shot out it was like a special moment of pleasure, repeated
over and over until nothing else came out.  That's when I realized Aunt
Nadine must have had one of her ...  uh ...  orgasms."

   "Was that the end then," Mrs.  Harris asked.

   "No Ma'am.  Since my Mom was at my Grandma's for the night, my dad was
away truck driving, and my sister Maryanne was at a friend's house, Aunt
Nadine was babysitting us all night.  She said since we had already done
what we did, it was only natural for us to sleep together.  My Aunt was
sleeping in my Mom's room so she had me sleep in there with her, all night.
But we didn't sleep very much."

   "What do you mean?" Mrs.  Harris asked.

   "Well Aunt Nadine said she wanted to teach me things, so she did.  And I
got to cum in her a whole bunch all night long.  I don't think we slept at
all.  She said that what we were doing was called fucking.  I felt bad when
I couldn't keep myself stiff all the time.  She told me it was natural and
that I needed to rest now and then.  That's when she taught me how to kiss
and lick her pussy and to make her have that feeling again, to have orgasms
when I licked her.

   The next morning Aunt Nadine said that I was the best lover she had ever
had but made me promise again that I wouldn't tell anyone.  Her insistence
on me not telling anyone made me think we really were doing something
wrong. But I knew I couldn't tell my family.  So when I met you, well you
made me feel safe.  You made me feel like I could tell you anything and you
would protect me.  You would understand what happened to me and wouldn't
let anything bad happen to me."

   "You can Rick.  You can always tell me anything.  And I will keep you
safe.  I won't let anyone hurt you Rick," she promised as she hugged me
again.  I knew that now was the time.  I rubbed my perfume-laced fingers
over her hand.  And then I began crying.

   "Oh Rick," she cooed.  "It's OK to cry.  I'm here for you honey.  You
can always trust me to protect you baby.  It's OK.  I'm here." She kissed
me on top of the head.  Then she pulled away slightly so that she could
kiss me on the forehead, then the cheek.  She then pressed her cheek
against mine, holding me there a moment.  She turned her face and kissed me
on the cheek again.  She smiled and kissed me on the nose.  I smiled back.

   "That's the smile I want to see," she said and gave me a peck on the
lips.  Staring at me a few seconds longer she leaned in and kissed me again
on the lips, this time holding for a few seconds.  Seeing that I wasn't
resisting her, she kissed me again, but this time there was no mistaking
that this was a true kiss, holding me there for at least ten seconds before
pulling away.  She looked at me as if struggling in her own mind as to what
to do.  But she was losing that struggle.

   "Mrs.  Harris?" I said looking at her questioningly.  She took one hand
and put it on the back of my head and pulled me in for a true kiss of
passion.  I kissed her back for I knew now that she had lost and I had won.
We both moaned into each other's mouth as our tongues danced together
between pressed lips.  She pushed me backwards on the couch as she fell
down with me, not breaking our kiss.  But I felt her hands working my
pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.  A moment later she
had my underpants yanked down and my penis free.  It wasn't fully erect yet
but was getting there.  Mrs.  Harris broke our kiss and moved her mouth to
my semi-limp dick, engulfing it completely in her mouth.  She sucked and
massaged it with her mouth and tongue and was soon rewarded with an
erection.

   "Mrs.  Harris, please, we shouldn't," I protested.  "I mean is it OK
with you, being the preacher's wife?  Are you just showing me how it is
supposed to be done?  Did Aunt Nadine do it wrong and you want me to know
how to do it right?"

   "Shhhh, quiet, my dear," she instructed.  "I need to take care of you,
to see to all your needs so that you won't fall prey to your Aunt Nadine
anymore or anyone else ever again.  I want to help make your strong.  You
must always be careful who you are with."

   "Are you sure this is the right thing to do Mrs.  Harris?" I innocently
asked.

   "Oh yes honey, you can trust me," she replied.  "Whenever you have any
of these evil desires or urges, I want you to come to me and I will take
them from you.  You will never need to be afraid of anyone ever taking
advantage of you again as long as you always come to me.  You just come to
me and use me to get rid of all those terrible thoughts, those wicked
bodily impulses, those sinful urges.  If you ever have fantasies about
women or girls, you can tell me and play out your fantasy with me.  I won't
ever tell anyone and you won't have to either.  This will all be our one
big secret, just you and me.  You will be always be totally safe with me.
Do you understand Rick?"

   While she was talking she had pulled her skirt up out of the way and
straddling my hips had positioned herself on top of my hard shaft.  Pulling
her panties to one side she was rubbing the head of my penis back and forth
over her hairy pussy.

   "If you want Rick, you can pretend that I am anyone you want, even your
Aunt Nadine if you like." Then she dropped herself onto my shaft.  Lifting
up and back down a couple of times got her pussy fully wrapped around my
erection.  Who said preacher wives were old fogies?  Mrs.  Harris was hot,
literally, hot and wet as she began rocking her hips up and down my shaft.
She must have been well on her way to a climax before she ever started
fucking me because it was only two minutes before her pussy walls began
squeezing my dick in little spasms as her first orgasm rocked through her
body.

   I took this opportunity to do something wild and crazy.  I managed to
quickly stand up, lifting her with me still impaled on my rod.  I carried
her to the desk and pushing things out of the way (I've always wanted to do
that), laid her back on the desk.  I then began thrusting in and out of her
hard and fast.  Her legs, which were just loose in the air, found a home
when they wrapped around my back.  I leaned forward and pushed up her
blouse.  Sliding both hands under her bra, I pushed it up over both
breasts. I then buried my face in one while I used my hand to play with the
other.  This caused me to slow down somewhat but I still kept thrusting. 
Her nipples were hard and I chewed and bit down on them.  I kissed her once
more just before pulling out of her pussy.  Quickly flipping her over so
that her waist was at the edge of the desk and her face on top of it, I
pushed my shaft back into her wet pussy and returned to my thrusting. 
While in this position I had ample time and the perfect view to examine her
ass.  It was a nice size, not too big.  I licked my thumb and pressed it
into her tight opening while I continued to fuck her.  She whimpered as I
moved my thumb around and it made me want her even more.  I decided to go
for it while I was still hard as rock.

   I pulled out of her pussy and pressed the head of my erection against
her now vacant asshole.  I pressed forward.  "Oh Rick, no, not there,
please," she protested.

   "This has always been my most powerful fantasy," I told her.  "Please
don't deny me this one request."

   "OK, but please be gentle," she begged.

   "I will," I told her.  I kept pushing until suddenly she opened up to me
and I slid in.  Continuing to push I managed to get my whole 6 inches into
her.  I then began to move my cock in and out of her ass, gradually picking
up speed.  As I got into a fairly good rhythm I started banging myself
against her butt cheeks.  I held onto her hips tight with both hands and
thrust harder.

   "Oh Lord, Rick I think I'm cumming.  Yes Rick, fuck my ass, fuck me
harder." She reached her hands out and gripped each side of the desk while
I repeatedly slammed my shaft deep inside of her.  "Oh God," she cried and
I lost it.  Pushing one last time as deep as I could, I held her tight
against me while I shot load after load of my hot cum into my pastor's
wife, deep into her bowels.  When every ounce of fluid was gone from me I
pulled out and fell to the floor.  Mrs.  Harris was the best fuck I had had
in a long time.  I thought Maryanne was hot the other night but Mrs. 
Harris, wow.  Who knew that such perversity was hidden under all those
clothes?

   I stood up and took some of the antidote, rubbing it into the back of
her neck while I kissed her on the cheek.  "You were wonderful, Mrs. 
Harris," I told her.  I left her there lying across the desk while I got
dressed and cleaned up.  By then she stood up and stumbled back over to the
couch where she collapsed.

   "What have I done?" she moaned.  "God forgive me.  Rick, I'm so sorry. I
just don't know what came over me.  Please, can you ever forgive me?"

   "Forgive you?  For what?" I asked, acting surprised.  "That was the most
beautiful thing I've ever experienced.  I don't want to forgive you.  I
want to do exactly as you told me to do, to trust you fully, completely.  I
trust you more now than I have ever trusted anyone.  Whenever I have these
kinds of urges I am going to do just like you told me to do.  I'm going to
come see you and have you take care of them, just like you promised you
would.  Finally I have found someone who I know will never lie to me, just
to get what she wants from me and then throw me aside.  I trust you Mrs. 
Harris, to always be there for me whenever I need you.  Maybe just to talk
to, to share my joys and my pains.  You are my soul mate and I know now
that you meant every word you said.  I don't have to be afraid of my
fantasies or my urges ever again for you will take them from me just like
you did there on the desk.  Now let's get this desk cleaned up so we can
get out of her.  Like you said, this will be our big secret, forever.  No
one will ever know what we do, how you help me, ever.  I promise."

   She stood up as if in a trance and in a few minutes we had the room as
well as ourselves looking normal.  I whispered to her, again reassuring
her, "I won't ever tell anyone, I promise." I then kissed her gently, but
with love and passion, one last time on the lips.  She let me, kissing me
back.  Then turning, I opened the door.  No one was in sight.  Everyone was
in the sanctuary as the service was going on at the time.

   It took me a couple of minutes but I found my family just inside one of
the doors.  "Where have you been?" Mom asked as I sat down next to Lucy.

   "Just checking out the offices," I said.

   "You smell of sex," Lucy whispered, smiling up at me.

   "I'll tell you all about Mrs.  Harris when we get home," I whispered
back.

   "The minister's wife?" she shot back.  I just smiled, and thought about
our upcoming lunch at the restaurant today.

   The End (until lunch)