Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 11:07:46 +1100 (EST)
From: madeline morrison <mdlnmrrsn@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: the minister's wife

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Madeline? Oh no, not again. That's Helen, the minister's
wife, calling me. We're on our way out to escape the
constant ringing of the `phone. I'd come for bible
studies, not that I was really interested but it gave me
something to do.

I'd moved here to go to a new church school that was
being advertised as offering the very best in education
for girls like me. I'd been caught up in something
naughty so my mother, along with others, had decided that
I should attend this new school when the 2007 school year
started to get me away from my problems. I didn't know
anybody in town so I was pretty bored and when the
minister made his offer I'd accepted.

Today's meeting had been put off several times because
she'd been called to the hospital to see parishioners who
had been hospitalised. Rather than put up with the damned
phone I told her that I'd been to rather a nice little
cafe in town which should be pretty quiet at this time of
the morning. She'd gone to collect her handbag so I
presume she was calling me to say she'd got it and we
could leave.

Helen is not a bad looking woman but you know what it's
like they all seem to be dowdy. The blouse she was
wearing is one that I would expect a fifty year old to
wear not a woman somewhere in her thirties. You could say
the same about the rest of her clothes. Oh boy, wouldn't
I like to have a few dollars to spend, I'd show her how
to look her best. Wouldn't dress her like a teenager of
course but certainly like a thirty- ish woman rather than
as a mature lady.

If she'd had a daughter I'm sure she'd have said buy
yourself a bra mum. The skirt was looked like it had come
from one of the churches charity shops and looked as
though it had been bought in the fifties. It was either
far too long or too short depending on how you like your
skirts. I'm happy with either a skirt above the knee or
alternatively, down to my ankles, both look quite
sophisticated in the right place.

We hopped in her car and set off for the little cafe and
on the way she'd started her religious chatter at such a
pace that eventually I'd had to say `for God's sake
Helen, will you stop this religious chatter, it's driving
me bonkers. She looked so startled at my outburst that I
tried to console her by telling her that I wasn't
religious but I was prepared to listen. I told her I'd
agreed to meet her because of loneliness and not because
of any desire to be reformed. I'd gone on to say why
shouldn't we have a pleasant morning together without the
religion, maybe coffee and then a walk around the shops
to see what was new or nice for women.

Unlike most small country towns it had rather a nice
women's dress shop with some very nice underwear that
immediately attracted my attention. I grabbed her arm and
told her to stop for a moment whilst I had a look at the
undies. She wanted to walk on but I'd held on to her arm
quite tight, taking pleasure from the embarrassed look on
her face, and pointed to some rather nice (but naughty)
knickers and bras. She'd said she couldn't look at those
things, they're not decent. Goodness, I nearly wet my
knickers laughing at her attitude to frilly things. In my
opinion they were lovely, wish I had some myself. But,
she wouldn't look so it was time for coffee or tea.
Personally I've found a new liking for tea without milk,
it's so refreshing.

Quite a nice little cafe, it wouldn't have survived in
the cities of course, still had the old fashioned booths
that I remember from being a little girl. They make for
privacy and we found one away from the door and closer to
the air conditioner. Helen apparently knew the girl who
came to take our orders and so she introduced me to Meg.
Nice looking girl that I presumed only worked here on
school holidays and weekends, she didn't look old enough
to have left school. I noticed she had a nice arse but
kept my opinion to myself for the time being.

When Meg brought the drinks to the table I asked her
which school she went to and she said she'd enrolled in
the church school where Helen taught. Wow I said, we'll
be schoolmates, hope we're in the same class but I caught
Helen giving her a warning glance that seemed to say
`just be careful with this girl" (meaning me). She didn't
say anything but I got the impression that Meg would get
a warning about me sometime soon.

I hadn't misbehaved since I got to town so something of
my past had obviously been spoken about in the manse.
Goodness, I wondered how many people knew that I'd been
caught shagging my teacher in her classroom at my
previous school. The teacher hadn't complained, it was
just that the head teacher had come into that teacher's
private study whilst I had her over her desk kissing,
sucking and licking her pussy. Only a few people, apart
from my mother and the school principal, knew the full
details but somehow or another the details had got here
before me.

With a younger head teacher I don't think it would have
been a problem but she was an old lady, that's if you
call fifty old, and she didn't seem to have any sense of
humour. The last I heard the teacher had been moved to a
country school where it was thought the students weren't
so sophisticated or sophisticated enough to go round
shagging teachers. Pity really, Cheryl was hot, she was
funny and nice looking and really liked to have her pussy
kissed and licked. However, being sent to the back blocks
wasn't fun for me either, I was now a long way from home
and everything I knew.

The only time anything exciting happened round here was
after the cattle had been mustered on the properties and
a pall of dust would hang over the town. When the
stockmen had finished their work they came into town for
a drink. This usually meant that drunken men hung out in
town for a few days afterwards and whilst they were
sometimes a nuisance, whistling at the girls and starting
fights with the locals, at least it livened the town up
for a couple of days.

So, here we are sat in a booth enjoying our drinks and
chatting when I asked her why she wouldn't let me stop
and look at the underwear in the ladies dress shop.
Remember we're in a small town she'd said and women don't
do that kind of thing here. I opened my blouse and let
her see the lace on my bra and the swell of my breasts. I
heard her catch her breath giving herself away. I think
she was interested in my tits.

Meg came back to ask if everything was OK and I asked her
for a little jug of hot water for the tea, it was too
strong. She at least had the good grace to smile at me
when she saw that my blouse was open and Helen choking
over her coffee and my breasts.

When Meg was a little slow in turning away so I went as
though to close my blouse pulling it away from my breasts
so that I could draw the two sides together and at the
same time I gave her longer look at them. She seemed to
have enjoyed the view and was not mean with her smile. It
seemed to be from side to side of her face. Helen,
meanwhile, was wiping her face with a tissue apparently
in the process of fainting at the sight of another
woman's breasts. I no longer regarded myself as a girl,
in my estimation I'm a woman and I have no qualms about
using what ever charms I posses to pick up another woman.

Meg turned away to get the hot water and Helen asked me
what I thought I was doing? Just showing a little
friendliness I'd said, doesn't every woman want to look
at other women's breasts to see how they measure up? I
thought she was going to spend the rest of the day
spluttering so I though I'd better give it a rest just as
Meg returned with my jug of hot water and as she put it
down she reached out and started to mess with my buttons
saying that you've got them crossed. She'd noticed, the
clever girl, I'd deliberately fastened the wrong button
to the wrong hole and she was unfastening them so that
she put things right.

It was no skin of my nose when her hands grazed my
breasts, I was quite disappointed when she'd finished
with me. During this time Helen had looked as though
she'd have a heart seizure, she was fanning her face with
a serviette trying to look as though she was cooling
herself off. As we left, Meg and I gave each other
knowing looks as Helen almost raced out of the door. Pity
I didn't have more time for Meg because she looked quite
promising to me, I'd just noticed the sway of her arse as
she walked back to the kitchen.

Helen was having a blue fit outside, what the hell were
you doing letting that girl play with your breasts? Why,
were you interested too Helen? That brought a flush of
shame or embarrassment to her face and I smiled to myself
knowing full well that I'd made two `friends" today. As
we moved back to Helen's car I made to adjust my breasts
inside the bra knowing she was looking at me. Having made
the adjustment I opened my blouse again, only one button
this time, I knew if I sat side-on to her she'd see
inside my blouse and perhaps even see my nipple.

I don't think we'll do any bible study today she said,
it's getting a bit late and I think I'd better get home
to see to my husbands lunch. Bitch I thought, I'd enjoyed
showing her my breasts and I would have liked the
opportunity to show her more. But, as they say, beggars
can't be choosers but there was always another day for me
to show her some of my charms.

When I got back to the girls hostel I made myself some
lunch before settling down to watch TV for a little
while. Other girls there were also enrolled at the same
school as I but this accommodation was not part of the
church so it was a little more lax in it's discipline and
girls walked around in various states of undress, not
that the girls I'd seen so far had interested me. Meg
would be my choice if that was the best I could do but, I
have a liking for older women, perhaps they're more of a
challenge to me.

So, I had two choices, either I could walk into town and
see Meg but I'd see more of Helen because of the
coaching. Should I toss a coin to see which one I'd go
after or let my emotions take charge in which case it
would be Helen. Or would it be Meg. I'd have to play it
by ear and wait to see what happened. One thing I'd have
to find out was the hostel management's view of having
visitors in our rooms. I had a single room that gave me a
little more storage space and it also had room for a
desk. I wondered if they'd let me have a folding bed in
there so I could have an overnight visitor. Always got to
be thinking ahead and that was a pleasant thought.

Hi Meg, I didn't introduce myself last time I was in, I'm
Madeline, an awful name but it's what I'm blessed with.
She went to introduce herself and I said not necessary I
already know, I asked Helen. Why did you ask her, are you
interested? Yes, of course, you're very pretty at which
she had the good grace to blush so I pressed on with my
scheme and asked her what time she finished. The local
meeting spot was near the post office where it seemed
everybody that had an appointment met, perhaps because of
the big clock.

For our first "date" I'd asked her if she'd like to go to
the pictures, it's an outdoor cinema and we could sit
just outside the canteen where we could get sandwiches
and drinks when the picture started. We'd met at just
before six and the picture wouldn't start until about
seven, we don't have daylight saving here so the picture
can start a little earlier. The advertisements take about
fifteen minutes to play so by the time we'd seen the
trailers for the pictures in the coming weeks it was time
for the main feature to start.

With the exception of a few safety lights the theatre was
now in darkness so we had to take care not to trip over
anybody or anything. Let's go under there she said
pointing to a big umbrella, it will keep the light of us
at interval and that's good because then we won't be
pestered with moths. She took my hand and led me to where
she'd pointed pulling two chairs close together and
pointing me to the one furthest from the light.

Now that the picture had started patrons had more to
interest them than two girls sat close together. She
apparently hadn't lost interest in me and took my hand in
hers passing me a chocolate for me to pop in my mouth but
she moved my hand out of my way and put it in my mouth
herself. Her fingers lingered for a little while and
whilst I wasn't sure what she wanted I licked them clean
of the melting chocolate. She watched with her tongue
running along her lips but it would have been nice if
she'd had them in her pussy, her fingers I mean not the
chocolate, but perhaps it was too early for that. I'd be
prepared to wait, it wouldn't take me long to get her in
the mood once I started but it wouldn't be just yet.

There were a couple of cartoons on first and whilst I've
always thought of myself as "grown up" I cackled like a
loon at the antics of Donald Duck. The cartoon was as old
as the hills but still I enjoyed it. Before the next one
came on I felt a hand on my knee moving towards my thigh
and wondered if I'd overplayed my mark with this girl,
the hand was only just above my knee but it was moving
upwards in little circles making the hair on my legs
stand on end.

Should I encourage her or should I be "timid" and pretend
to stop her? I didn't really want to stop her but at the
same time I didn't want her to think of me as easy. That
thought brought a chuckle to my lips as I thought back to
the times I'd had my hand up Cheryl's skirt.

Meg move her face close to mine and asked me what I was
laughing at and she howled when I told her that I was
trying to be a bit careful, I didn't want her to think I
was "easy". My word she'd said, you're a bit late for
that, I knew what you were in the cafe, I saw you
deliberately open your blouse for Helen and then I
watched as you fastened your blouse getting the buttons
crossed.

Go and take your bra off, I'd come with you but someone
might take our seats. This is the easiest way to make
sure we keep them. I didn't want to use the toilet but
the idea of taking my bra sounded very nice, all this
said with her mouth just millimetres away from my face so
that I could smell her perfume and the chocolate that
she'd eaten before. I'd very nearly not worn a bra
thinking that it was too hot for something constricting
like that but eventually modesty won out and I'd worn a
light one that wasn't too tight or revealing.

When I got in the cubicle I struggled with the door, just
couldn't get it locked until another girl told me the
secret, there was a nail hammered into the doorpost and
you had to turn that across the door. Once I'd sat down
and opened my blouse I did the usual girl's clever trick
of getting it off without taking off my blouse, it came
out through my sleeve. If felt lovely to be free of my
bra and the swinging of my breasts gave me such a
sensuous feel. I've always found that the movement of my
nipples against the material was as though another girl
was caressing them. Whilst I had my knickers down I
couldn't resist stroking my bottom, it felt lovely and
smooth and I was wondering whether Meg would want to
touch me there but maybe I was getting too far ahead of
myself, she hadn't even kissed me yet.

I dressed and returned to my seat finding her talking to
another girl that she'd gone to her previous school with.
Without batting an eyelid Meg said this is the girl I
used to fuck when I was at the other high school. I was
stunned, I'd never heard a girl be so outspoken before
but her previous girlfriend didn't bat an eyelid, she
just pulled up another chair and sat down next to me. If
I say it myself, she didn't look like the kind of girl
that Meg would associate with, she looked very rough, you
know the kind, lots of tattoos both on her arms and as
far as I could see on her chest. Now that we had company
I thought that my evening's entertainment, or what I'd
hoped was my evening's entertainment with Meg, was over
but I was in for a surprise when the other girl started
to feel my breasts. I tried to push her hands away but
she was quite a tough character and she wasn't gentle
with me. She was squeezing so hard I expected I'd have
bruises there in the morning.

I quietly asked her what the fuck do you think you're
doing?  Meg told me to stop complaining, wasn't this what
I wanted. If I was so damned straight laced why had I
opened my blouse in the cafe to show Helen my tits and
why when she'd reached across and started to refasten the
buttons on my blouse I hadn't complained then. I'd got
myself in deeper than I could handle, I'd thought to put
it over the local yokels. I was finding them smarter than
I'd thought? It was obvious I'd underestimated the
locals, I hadn't planned on having to make an to escape
from a girl, I thought with Meg I'd have such a lovely
time.

There I was, a complete strangers hand on my breasts, and
whilst I would have like to find Meg's there I wasn't too
keen on this girl's attention. To make matters even worse
Meg now had her hand up my skirt squeezing my thigh and I
was beginning to be frightened as she roughly slipped her
fingers inside my knickers. How could I escape? I thought
of asking them to let me go to the toilet again but that
wouldn't work, they'd see through that plan straight
away. All I could think of was standing up and screaming
that I was being raped. As I stood up Meg made a grab for
me so I screamed and that brought someone from inside the
canteen running out to see what the problem was.

All I wanted to do was escape from these two girls, the
evening I'd planned thinking that Meg and I could
"entertain" each other now couldn't have been further
from my mind. The commotion had brought others over to
see what was going on and all I could think of to say was
I must get away from here. One of the security guards
asked me where I lived and with his boss's permission he
offered to drive me home. Initially I was a little
nervous, I didn't want anyone to know where I lived
perhaps because hostel girls may not have a good
reputation.

Rather than let him take me all the way to the hostel I
had him drop me off at a taxi rank in the town and I got
a taxi from there. I've never been scared of girls before
but I know I'd better keep an eye on Meg when I start at
my new school. One of the girls in the hostel asked me
why I was home so early but I didn't tell her the truth,
I gave her the usual excuse and told her I had a
headache.

Now that I'd found Meg wasn't a friend, I had nobody to
talk to. I wondered if I could ring Helen, the minister's
wife and tell her all about what had happened but I
guessed that she would want to call the police and report
a rape. I didn't want that to happen, it seemed as though
I'd just arrived in town and now had to plan to leave it
again.

The next morning I rang Helen but not to talk about rape
but about my bible lessons. She wanted to continue but
not at the cafe and after last nights episode neither did
I, that being the case she told me to meet her at the
manse and then we could go for a drive to somewhere quiet
up in the hills at the western side of the town.

I was ready and waiting for her when she came out of the
manse the following morning and I was determined to be my
usual cheerful self or else she might be aware that
something had gone wrong and start quizzing me. To my
surprise she asked me about the underwear in the shop
we'd seen telling me that she'd picked up an advertising
magazine this morning full of advertisements for ladies
clothing and underwear and she'd decided that my opinions
were not useless after all.

The items she'd seen had wetted her appetite and perhaps,
only perhaps, she might just buy some. It would have to
be modest as befitted a minister's wife but because it
looked so nice she thought her husband might like it and
it was time to add a bit of spice to their lives. Just
because they were in the ministry didn't mean they had to
be a dull as ditch water. She recollected having seen a
religious picture about a minister and his wife and the
wife was gorgeous. The actress who played the wife was
one of those gorgeous Hollywood women who always looked
as though she'd just come from the beauty salon.

She'd picked a perfect spot for our lesson and she'd also
brought a picnic lunch with cold drinks and a thermos
flask full of tea for me. She'd spread the blanket near a
stream, or creek as they're known in Australia, really
was a lovely spot and I dropped down on the blanket and
closed my eyes to shut out the sights and to listen to
the sound of the birds in the trees. I could easily have
gone to sleep but Helen brought me over a nice cup of tea
and whilst I would rather have had a nice cold drink the
tea was fine too.

Now she said, let's look at this magazine and opened it
at the centre pages which had been folded back at the
corner, obviously she'd spent some time looking at the
pictures, she knew exactly where to look for the ones
that interested her. She pointed at quite a pretty white
bra somewhat similar to the one I'd worn yesterday saying
that's like the one that I'd like and it comes in black,
white and grape colours. What do you think?

I'm principally either a black or white girl, grape
doesn't interest me but the patterns looked very nice and
I was trying to visualise myself and Helen in one of
them. No, quite nice for a chain store bras but I would
rather look at one of the other brochures she had, it was
from a more up market shop in another town some miles
from where we were.

I opened it and showed her some of the bras and brands
I'd buy if I could afford them. She asked me what the
difference was and I pointed out the quality of the
material and the standard of the finish, obviously the
machinists that had made them were better than the chain
store ones. She admitted to never having worn anything
like them in her life, her parents were in the ministry
too so modesty was absolutely essential. I pointed out to
her that she no longer had to please her parents but now
it was her duty (?) to please her husband and my opinion
was that he'd think her a "knockout" wearing something
like that and I pointed to one.

She said I couldn't wear that and I asked her why not.
She'd said Martin, her husband, would think she'd taken
leave of her senses wearing something like that and I'd
snorted with laughter and told her to come in out of the
dark ages, men liked to see their wives looking sexy. I
couldn't vouch for that but it didn't need too much
imagination for me to see the look in his eyes when he
saw her in something like an "underwire" black lace bra.
I could picture him dashing to the toilet with the
brochure in his hands ready to do what ever it is men do
in the privacy of the toilet. I presumed it was the same
as I did when I'd seen a pretty girl, masturbated.

After about an hour of "what ifs" and wow's she was
looking quite flushed and I asked her if she was aroused,
she seemed to have the looks of a woman who would "bash
her pussy" if she'd been somewhere private. She claimed
not to know what I meant so I asked her if she ever
masturbated and you'd have thought I'd accused her of
peeing in the street from the look on her face. I've
never masturbated she'd said and I burst out laughing
saying the look on your face is enough to make an angel
laugh. Do you ever let him fuck you in the church I'd
asked and the look she'd given me seemed to say what kind
of woman do you think I am?

This woman was going to be hard to work with so I pointed
out the page with the nice knickers on it. How about
these I said pointing at the little lace ones similar to
the ones I was wearing and with that I pulled my skirt up
and showed her mine. Wow, I could never wear those, my
husband would think he was married to a `tart" if he saw
me in those and again I burst out laughing saying if he
saw you in these you'd be naked in about three minutes
and you'd be flat on your back. It was wonderful to see
the colours racing across her face as she blushed as red
as the proverbial beetroot but at the same time she
looked gorgeous.

She told me that I had a wonderful turn of phrase, the
things I came out with would have had her parents turning
over in their grave but I was trying to get her to lose
some of her inhibitions and become a modern woman. Look
I'd said, take a look at my bra and I started to unfasten
my blouse when I changed my mind and said if you want to
see it open me up yourself. I couldn't she'd said but I'd
taken her hands and put them on my chest, not
deliberately on my breasts but her hands did brush me.
Unfasten me I'd said and she'd said I can't but I'd taken
her hands to the buttons and said quite firmly yes you
can making her fingers open the first button.

Now, continue and she'd stumbled with her fingers opening
me up to show my bra and then I'd said in a more subdued
voice go all the way and pull my blouse open. Her fingers
were trembling and her face was a study of concentration
as she fumbled with them until she reached the bottom.
Don't stop Helen, keep going and open my blouse right up
and look at my bra. She said oh goodness and I guess if
she'd not been a minister's wife she'd have said oh fuck
but this lady is a lady and she didn't use that kind of
language however, she was very interested but whether
that was in my bra or in my breasts was not clear.

I showed her how to unfasten my bra with the clip at the
front and she asked me why she'd want to do that so I
told her so that she could try it on. When she unfastened
the clip my breasts fell out, not that they're big, but
my nipples were erect and my breasts felt full with
excitement. When I went to unfasten her blouse she pushed
my hands away asking me what I thought I was doing so I
pointed out to her that she couldn't try my bra on unless
she removed hers in the first place. She insisted on
taking it off herself and concealing her breasts from me.
Taking a bra off is easy when you're wearing a shirt but
putting another one on is a different kettle of fish so
she had to remove her own blouse altogether.

Wow, I was very impressed with her breasts, they looked
as though she was a cow full of milk, they looked so
heavy. Getting her breasts inside my bra was going to be
a battle but we managed a little, they were obviously far
too big for the bra but it gave her an idea of how it
would feel with a much nicer bra under her dress. Better
take it off Helen, but I think that after wearing if for
at least a few seconds she'd rather fancy being seen in
one like it.

Just love it she'd said, when could I get to try one on
for real? It was still quite early so when she'd dressed,
unfortunately she wouldn't let me help, we had a quick
lunch, packed all the things away and stowed them in her
car. Where shall we go she'd asked and I said the nearest
one is not too far away, perhaps an hour's drive away,
which is quite a distance in quiet rural areas. She
seemed to be doing everything at breakneck speed, she was
so damned anxious to get under way and when I said I'd
need to pee behind a tree she said hurry up Madeline,
we've not got all day.

By the time I'd settled my knickers on my bottom she had
the car started and was ready to move. Goodness, can't
you wait a few more seconds I'd said but she was in such
a hurry that when she let the clutch out she stalled the
car. I started to giggle at her antics and she, obviously
quite annoyed turned to me as though to give me a tongue
lashing but when she saw the mischievous look on my face
she just leaned over and gave me a kiss.

I sat there staring back at her wondering what had
brought that on and then, because I'm the kind of girl I
am, I leaned over and kissed her back. My kiss however,
was a little different from hers because mine was with my
mouth open and my tongue protruding. She seemed a little
curious about my tongue and when I kissed her again I
pushed it inside her mouth quite forcefully. I could feel
the tremble start in her shoulders and continue into her
neck but I forced the pace and moved my tongue round her
mouth holding her by her shoulder furthest from me.

I could see that this had never happened to her before.
She stared at me with her eyes wide open, her mouth still
open and her breath apparently caught in her throat.
Little tears started at the corners of her eyes as she
stared at me. What's wrong I'd asked her and without
saying anything further she reached over to me, pulled me
to her and gave me what I needed, her tongue. It was
searching in my mouth and eventually it seemed almost as
though it had reached my tonsils because I started to
cough and splutter.

She turned the engine off and got out of the car. I was
wondering what was going on when she came round to my
side, opened the door and pulled me out and onto the
ground. I didn't need to be told what was about to
happen, my pussy and my nipples told me, she was going to
explore a woman's body, my body. The lustful gleam in her
eye told me that this was it. This was where I got to
instruct her in the artful ways of a woman's seduction.

Falling to the ground I pulled her with me, she almost
fell on top of me she was in such a hurry. Eventually we
untangled ourselves and whilst she was shy now that we
were almost in a position to have sex I certainly wasn't!
I took the initiative pulling her lips to mine so that I
could kiss her and at the same time I was unfastening her
blouse to expose her breasts. Once open, I practically
tore it off her in my rush to unfasten her bra, damn
these women who wear bras that fasten at the back.

Now that I'd got it off her I was trying to get mine off
too, I wanted her to taste her first breast or at least
the first breast since her mother had stopped
breastfeeding her and I practically shoved it into her
mouth. Obviously she hadn't forgotten how to suckle a
breast because she was going at me like a vacuum cleaner
in overdrive such was her anxiety to get on with the job.
Slowly darling I'd told her, it will still be there in
another five minutes but she was still going at me as
though this was the last time she would ever have a
breast in her mouth.

It was obvious she had no idea how to screw a woman, she
needed some instruction but whilst she was sucking me so
nicely I didn't really want to stop her and start giving
her instructions now. Soon her mouth began to ache with
sucking so hard and she moved her face away from mine
looking a little sheepish but my smile soon calmed her. I
pulled her back to my breasts and told her to move her
tongue round my nipple just as gently as she could and
then when she felt my nipple standing a little higher for
her to suck it into her mouth.

She tried that several times on each breast and when she
saw that I actually liked it she tried a nervous smile at
me. I kissed her on her lips and told her she could have
them for as long as she liked as long as she took hints
from me. She agreed, shaking her head quite vigorously
and moved her lips back to my nipple, sucking me quite
noisily now as she got herself into the swing of things.

I was getting far too much attention to my breasts and my
pussy needed some loving too. I wasn't too sure about
pushing her head down to my pussy, she was a lesbian
virgin and I wondered how she'd take it. I needn't have
wondered, it was she who moved down on me, pulling my
little skirt out of the way so she could see my knickers
and then moving them out of the way too. Her hand moved
over my mound almost as though she'd been doing this all
her life and then I realised that she was a confirmed
"masturbater" who didn't really need any instruction.

I complimented her on her abilities telling her that my
pussy was beginning to make some moisture and it was all
because of her touch.  Actually, I'd been getting quite
moist for sometime now, however, she'd certainly
encouraged pussy to work a little harder and produce even
more fluids.

Now she was gaining confidence and her hand crept ever so
slowly inside my knickers at which time I was the one who
was starting to acknowledge her talents, she'd obviously
spent much time exploring herself and she was putting her
experience into practice. I was almost ready to `cum" and
I wanted her to think she'd given me one of the best
ever. I didn't need to act, it might not have been the
best but it certainly was very good and I pushed her
fingers further inside me as far as her knuckles so that
my "cum" could bathe her fingers in something nice and
hot and sticky.

I pulled her fingers out and gave them to her to suck.
She'd never done that but I persuaded her that she'd like
it, didn't really care whether she did or didn't but it
would satisfy me to see her take my "cum" in her mouth.
Seemingly she did like it, her mouth and tongue ran
around her fingers even, apparently, trying to suck it
out from the pores of her skin.

She'd not finished with me, her hands were trying to pull
my knickers out of the way but she was doing it far too
fiercely for my liking but when I went to stop her she
pushed my hands out of the way and continued with her
aggressive ways. Take it easy I'd said but I feared that
she was trying to tear them off, that would be thrilling
but I thought we were going shopping afterwards. Her
aggression continued until such time as my knickers did
in fact tear so she just tugged them off altogether and
threw them aside. Whilst it was her fingers again that
were attacking me she'd started to move her body down
mine so that she was now with her mouth close to my
breasts but maybe they didn't appeal to her at this time,
she continued down me until her eyes were staring
directly at my pussy.

Some minister's wife, her hot breath was now on my pussy
and I'd progressed from calling her Helen to calling her
darling. Her breath played on my pussy lips until such
time as she opened me with her fingers and then her
breath was heating me on the inside. Whether she'd
decided it was time to be kind to me I don't know but she
started by placing her lips on my pussy lips and kissing
them. When I sighed she looked up at me and asked me if I
liked it. Of course I liked it, I thought I was in heaven
and she looked like the cat that swallowed the cream, she
looked very satisfied but that face almost disappeared
from view as she dived with her tongue held rigid
directly into my pussy whereupon, and I'm sorry to have
to say this, I screamed out oh fuck me Helen. Remember
this woman was a minister's wife and had probably never
heard language like that before but whether she had or
not it didn't stop her from ramming her stiffened tongue
in my pussy over and over again until such time as I'd
cried out for her to go easy on me but I was too late, my
`cum" washed over her tongue.

She withdrew her tongue from me and stood up to look down
on me looking so dishevelled with my skirt up round my
bottom, my blouse practically torn form my body and my
knickers on the grass several yards away. No point in
picking them up, they were only of use for dusters after
she'd torn them off me.

Up you get she'd said but after that I had difficulty
standing so she reached out for me and it was almost as
though I was an injured sports person being assisted from
the field, her arms held me as she led me to the car and
opened the door for me. Whilst she'd been doing this
she'd kept a small blob of my "cum" on the end of her
tongue and as she helped me into the car she kissed me
passing that little blob back to me. I asked her if I
looked as bad as I felt and she said you look beautiful,
so disarranged and untidy, I want to see you like this
all the time.

We tried to straighten me and my clothing up but we
didn't have much hope after the pounding she'd just given
me but she reached across to me touching my breasts and
saying to me does that mean we're lovers now? I couldn't
answer that question, she was the arbiter in this matter
and if she decided that we'd continue then I supposed we
would. Didn't feel as though I could refuse but I'd be
having more to say about things if we were to continue.
Shopping had definitely been forgotten for today but
there was always tomorrow for me to see her trying on
bras and knickers

I had to find somewhere that I could straighten myself
up. My blouse didn't need too much attention and my
skirt, although creased, was reasonably OK. The real
problem was my knickers, which were no longer an item of
clothing but nothing more than a floor cloth. During the
struggle for mastery my bra had lost it's clip but we'd
found it on the ground where we'd been lay so it was at
least repairable. Helen wanted to take me home to the
manse but I was a little concerned in case Martin, her
husband, was there but she assured me that he would be
engaged with one of the junior sporting teams. I went to
drop my ragged knickers in a garbage bin but she took
them from me and put them in her handbag saying that
she'd wash them and save them to keep her company when
she was lonely. I presume she meant that when she was on
her own she'd masturbate with them in her hands. She
wanted to repair my bra and it would be just a simple
sewing exercise to fix them.

Before we moved off she insisted in another kiss that
lingered for quite a while, I could only say that the
more she practised the better she would get but I
wondered if she'd go down on her husband with as much joy
as she'd gone down on me. I'd  "cum" in her mouth so
would she let her husband know the same joy too but that
was not for me to worry about, as long as she did it to
me I would be very happy.

We set off for home having abandoned our plans to go
shopping, she promised me we'd go another day when we
looked a little more presentable and I (and we both
giggled here) was wearing presentable knickers. Arriving
at the manse she looked around to make sure Martin's car
wasn't there before we went in and directly upstairs
where her office is. It's one of those rooms where she
keeps all her parish records and her sewing machine and
other miscellaneous things that help in her housework.
She reached out for my bra and of course she kissed me
again and taking the benefit of the lessons she'd learned
so far she put her hands on my breasts and took my lips
directly into her mouth making me shudder again and
again.

I don't think we'll get my bra repaired at this rate. My
pussy was talking to me quite loudly saying "ask her to
fuck you". She didn't need to be asked she pushed me back
into a swivel chair but that was a mistake because I shot
off across the room just as she'd gone to kneel in front
of me so the result was that she'd fallen flat on her
face. I hesitated to laugh but Helen was obviously losing
some of her reserve because she laughed out loud causing
me to laugh too. The chair had come to rest against the
computer table so she crawled across to me with her
tongue hanging out, not in a lustful way but rather in a
comical way. By the time it touched my naked pussy I
wasn't laughing, it wasn't laughing matter when she sank
her tongue in my pussy.

I said you'd better make it quick in case Martin comes
home so her activities were conducted at a rapid pace and
I'd "cum" in just minutes. She didn't hang about she
stood up, took my blouse off, removed my bra and started
to repair it whilst I sat there naked from the waist up.
How she managed to sew with her eyes on my breasts is
beyond me but it was finished in no time and she slipped
it over my shoulders before fastening it between my
breasts. She wouldn't even let me put my blouse on
myself. She obviously thought I needed assistance with
that too.

She dropped me back at the hostel and whilst I would have
liked to have taken her up to my room for a final kiss
and cuddle she thought it would be safer for both of us
if she drove away. But I called her across the car so
that she was stretched out below the level of the windows
so we could kiss without being seen. It was perhaps as
well for her because my mouth opened wide enough to
provide a garage for a small car and my tongue was almost
touching her tonsils.

So, until the next time, that's my story, hopefully there
will be more of Helen and I over the coming months,
that's providing our personalities don't clash or
religion doesn't get in the way!