Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 13:50:34 -0700 From: Jan 0 Subject: Pulpit tp Pussy (Authoritarian, F/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2004 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Pulpit to Pussy By Jan Reverend Evelyn is truly an inspired preacher in front of her congregation. She presents a splendid figure when she joins the choir to sing the praises of the lord Jesus Christ. No minister of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, (AME), ever had a more ardent following. She is a woman of imposing stature, almost six-feet tall in her stocking feet. Beyond that she was every bit the picture of a robust woman. Her breasts had to be a double J size. You could set a dinner service for two on top of them with silverware and water, wine glasses without fear of them falling off. The purple Pulpit Stole she wore accented her black silk and velvet Chasuble type robes, which in turn were offset by her white or black pumps. Her hair was straightened and dyed to almost a rusty color. When she led the choir the sleeves of her robe fairly danced. The bottom of the sleeves had to be weighted so that they would return to their natural position when she lowered her arms. It was her practice to exit the front of the church after her sermons so that she could great the congregation as they left the building. She thought it appropriate that she press the flesh and exchange a few words with everyone. That way she could discuss bazaars, marriages or condolences for families that had lost a family member or suffered a set back as they dispersed for the rest of the day. If a strange brother or sister, not accompanied by a church member to introduce them, were to pass by her she could introduce herself and tell them how welcome they were. If at all possible and time allowed her to talk with them she would do so and to urge them to return next Sunday. It was her practice to invite them to have tea or coffee with her if they had just moved into the area. She held to the theory that you never know when you were going to make a convert. Even if the person or persons were already members of a church you might find ways to help them settle in and find a place in the congregation. Of course in talking to them she was looking for ways to make use of their talents either in the choir or one of the many charitable functions of the church. On this cool fall morning she was exchanging her greetings with the congregation when a new face caught her eye. She was fine looking woman dressed in sunflower yellow. Everything matched from the shoes to the broad brimmed hat. The color of her wardrobe made her soft tan skin look even darker. The smile on her face was very warm as she shook Evelyn's hand. She introduced herself as Ms. Jacqueline Jones and announced that she was new in the area. Evelyn had always had a discerning eye when it came to spotting women with her same needs so she was quick to ask this lady to hang around so that she could have a few words with her after she completed her pastoral duties. When the last family had exited the church and only the ushers remained as they put hymnals back in place and the organist was exchanging greetings with the choir director she took Jacqueline by the elbow and escorted her to the back of the church were her office was located. They were seated in chairs in front of her desk so that she could talk to this very interesting woman in an informal manner. Evelyn began by telling her what the church had to offer in the way of social and community events. Then she asked more personal question of the lady in order to discover what she was interested in. As they talked her vestment became unhooked at the top and the zipper creped slowly down. Even though it was a cool morning Evelyn's animated performance at the pulpit always worked up plenty of sweat. Her robe was soaked at the neck enough that it clung to her body but her body movements now slowly exposed her white blouse underneath. The fabric was sheer enough that her bra was clearly visible. The dark flesh beneath looked as if it was going to spill out over the top of the tight fitting garment. Evelyn could not help notice what Jacqueline's eyes were fixed on and it gave her a sudden rush of sexual desire. Had her instincts been right again? Would this Nubian beauty be interested in a little personal instruction in the art of woman-to- woman lovemaking? She apologized for sweating so much and explained that working in front of the congregation always stimulated her so much that she might lose five pounds of water every sermon. She chuckled and added, "So I hope you don't mind if I get out of this robe while we talk?" Jacqueline answered, "By all means. Make yourself comfortable." Evelyn stood up and removed her pulpit stole and folded it up and placed it in a drawer. Then she finished undoing her chasuble she hung it on a clothes hanger that she in turn hung on a hook on the wall. The closet door was closed and the robe hung heavily because of all of the perspiration in the material. As Evelyn moved past by Jacqueline could smell the heady aroma of the woman's perfume and it further inflamed her desire to see how far she could go with this stranger. When Evelyn returned to her seat she had to adjust her tight fitting blouse and skirt before sitting down. Jacqueline's eyes continued taking in the massive beauty of this charismatic woman. Evelyn's clothes looked like the seams were about to bust open. As they talked Evelyn wondered what this black beauty would look like sans that beautiful yellow dress. Evelyn leaned forward to talk intimately to Jacqueline and as she did several of the buttons on her silk see-thru blouse slipped out of their holes allowing one of her massive breasts to more or less fall out of the blouse. The lace bra did hide the bulk of the orb but the nipple strained the cup so much that Jacqueline was able to tell that it was as large as the first joint of her thumb. She was practically drooling as her eyes fixed on those massive milk bags. This was a moment of decision for both women. Jacqueline tentatively reached out as if to draw attention to the exposed breast but instead her nimble fingers unhooked the clasp between the two melons. The act interrupted Evelyn's conversation in mid sentence. Her eyes followed the gaze of Jacqueline's eyes as her massive breast tumbled out of the cup of her 56-JJ bra. Jacqueline sat staring at the silken brown orb with dark chocolate areolas that were every bit of four-inches in diameter and the nipple was the largest she had ever seen. She attentively touched that nipple with her finger tips. Rather than being repulsed by her actions Evelyn was overjoyed to have the attention of this woman. She pulled the material of her blouse and bra away from her other breast and asked Jacqueline if she liked what she saw. They hung there like twin chocolate mountains begging for attention as Evelyn invited the woman to feel free to go further. Jacqueline responded to Evelyn's pleading request to suck on them by opening her lips and trying to stuff one of those areolas into her mouth. The nipple was almost as large as a young boy's cock and she used her tongue to flip the nipple as she sucked on the breast. Ms. Jones was making noises like a greedy child as she latched onto that chocolate nipple. She bit it, sucked on it and used her tongue on it noisily as Evelyn encouraged her to continue. Not satisfied, Jacqueline switched to the second breast. The only difference was that the second one was drier but the sucking soon had it as wet as the first. Seizing the moment, Evelyn struggled to lift her butt out of the chair so that she could reach under her skirt and pull down her finest Sunday-go-to-meeting panties. When she settled back down in her chair with her skirt up around her waist Ms. Jones slipped to the floor in front of her. She had to remove her hat pin to remove the large brimmed hat. She placed it on the floor next to her as she looked at the black cavern that housed the cunt of her new minister. The thick legs were spread as wide as the chair arms would allow. The pubic bulge was shaven clean but the flesh was marred by the bumps where the tight curls of pubic hairs were ingrown. When Jacqueline parted the dark chocolate labia she could see the raw meaty looking vagina canal and she could see the vaginal juices leaking out of her cunt. Ms. Jones' mouth was watering at the sight She closed her eyes and placed her dark lipstick covered mouth against the opening and used her tongue to lick the valley. Her head to move from side to side at the same time she was wiping her tongue up and down the length of the considerable opening. Evelyn was no stranger to oral sex but this young woman was one of the best cunt lappers she had ever met. She put her thick finger on the nappy headed woman and pulled her tightly against her pussy as her buttock bounced in her chair and her voice sang out the her praises of the woman's performance. When her climax overcame her she was in such ecstasy that she lost control of her bladder and she squirted pee into Ms. Jones' mouth. Jacqueline didn't miss a beat. She eagerly swallowed the nectar and urine with only a moan of satisfaction. At this point the Reverend remembered that she had not locked the door. She quickly hooked her bra and buttoned her blouse. She stood up and pulled Ms. Jones to her feet. Her eyes were still glazed and she was a little unsteady at first. She thought perhaps she had done something wrong. Evelyn said, "The door is still open. It would be wise if we retreated to my residence at this time." Evelyn stuffed her panties into her purse and took Ms. Jones by the arm after she had retrieved her hat from the floor. They locked up the office and headed for the back door. The choir director happened to see them leaving and was struck with pangs of jealousy. She knew the Reverend well enough to know that she was initiating a new playmate. After all it had not been that long ago that she was invited into her home to demonstrate her vocal abilities as she sung into her gapping pussy. She was resigned to having a new voice added to the choir. If nothing else she might get a chance at some time for little taste as well. The two women walked across the parking lot and across the street to the minister's residence. It was a fairly large home because some pastors had families. The congregation kept up the grounds and the building's maintenance. The front part of the house was devoted to the running of the church. There was a reception desk and a hall that leads to her office. When you get past that you come to a rather large dinning hall used for entertaining and a kitchen. A couple of bathrooms were evident before you got to the stairs that led up to the second floor that was devoted to living quarts. Evelyn led the way up to her private bedroom where she continued her seduction of this slim brown beauty. The two women kissed passionately and then they quickly undressed one another. The minister felt it was her turn to take charge and satisfy her new lover. She stood back for a moment and admired the figure of Ms. Jones. She was a slender creamy golden brown woman. Her flesh was no darker than that of most Hispanic women. Her hair was a nappy close cut cap for her head while her underarms and pubic hair were of the same texture. Her lips were thick and her lipstick was a dark natural color for a woman of her race. She sat on the bed and waited anxiously to see what the reverend was going to go. From that vantage point she was able get her first close look at the body of this massive woman. Her thick legs were so full that there could not be any cellulite. She stared again at the shaved mound and thought that she would have liked it better if the skin were smoother. Her belly hung over her pubis and her navel was an outy. Those massive breasts of hers rested on her tummy. There was almost no neck and her chin was multiple. The hair was styled and lacquered with every hair in place. Evelyn had to lower herself to the floor by putting her hand on the side of the bed. Her weight caused the bed to sag so much that Jacqueline almost rolled into the valley. When she was on the floor she reached under the bed and pulled out a shoe box from which she removed and interesting object. What she had in her hand was a large latex rubber cross. The standing portion of the cross had to be eight or nine inches long and almost as thick as Ms. Jones's wrist. The edges were rounded. It resembled a male phallic symbol and the upper arms made it look like a dick with a dagger handle and hilt. Jacqueline sat and watched as Evelyn greased it up with KY. Then she watched as Evelyn parted her labia with her fingers of her free hand and placed her tool head against her vagina and pushed it toward her cunt. It resisted the penetration at first and she called out in pain; however when the force applied exceeded her vagina's walls ability to resist the object slip into her cunt, stretching her walls to their limit and filling her with instant pleasure. When it was imbedded as deep into her cunt as it would go Evelyn flipped a switch on the top and the rubbery object came to life. It was a pulsating vibrator. Jacqueline flopped back on the bed and felt the wall of her cunt hum in time with the cross as its rubber head made her cervix tremble and one arm of the handle rubbed deliciously against her clit area. Evelyn moved close and kind of squatted as she sat on the hilt of the cross and embedded it, as best she could, into her cunt. With the thing wedged between them she started rocking her hips to add to the feelings they were both enjoying. Then she used her hands to massage the breasts of the woman until she climaxed. When she pulled the cross out of her cunt she let it drop to the floor still vibrating. The hum of the thing on the wooden floor increased because there was nothing to muffle the sound and the wood magnified the sound. Evelyn sank to her knees again and tasted the cunt before her. The hint of latex taste was not enough to hide the taste of this chocolate delight as she used her tongue to scoop up every drop of Ms. Jones pussy juice. Jacqueline rewarded the Reverend for causing her second climax so quickly by peeing directly in her mouth. Evelyn greedily drank the golden liquid as if it were white wine. She then lifted the younger woman's long legs up like a babies and checked out the dark hole below her cunt. It was much darker than the surrounding flesh and it puckered like it was winking at her. She moved her head close and blew air on the hole and watched it pucker even tighter. Though she was greatly tempted to do so, she did not touch this inviting looking rosebud at this first meeting. However just having the older woman's hot breath on her asshole caused Jacqueline to reach a small orgasm and made her body shutter at the thought of having the reverend's tongue invade her there. Once they recovered from their activity they showered and dressed. It was only about 2:00 PM by this time. Evelyn knew of a place near by that would still be serving brunch. She offered to drive them there to have a bite to eat. As they headed for her garage they ran into the choir director who had deliberately hung around in hope of just such a meeting. After Evelyn introduced Jacqueline to her Kara asked Ms. Jones if she would like to join the choir. Jacqueline admitted that she was not much of a singer. She was better suited to administrative work. Kara, who was a devoted lesbian, was disappointed because she knew that having her in the choir would greatly increase her opportunity to seduce her. They invited Helen to join them for brunch and headed off to eat in a lighter mood. They will surely fuck again soon.....AMEN! I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com