Spells and Retributions: Part 2

Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chris and his clit.

To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.

Spells and Retributions: Part 1

4 virgins  coeds end up in each others' bodies.

Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Challenging Mary

"But is every birth control pill a sin on its own?" Chris asked them.

It made Mary's head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of them alone.

The four were sitting on the back patio of the boys’ home. Their parents were out for the evening. It was a warm Sunday night, early in May.

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 2

Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A London Parish Vicar

Reverend William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was having a hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of wrestling with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper knocked on his study door and came in bearing a tea tray.

As the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his desk, she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a bite or two."

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 1

 Reverend Henry is tempted by sin; or perhaps something else?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It is the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule. Prince George the 4th became the kingdom’s regent and restored calm and elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class through poverty or lesser associations.

The Belle of Glenwood

Mr. Henry Carter, curate of the Anglican parish of Glenwood, was having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He had recently obtained his position several months ago, working under the rector, a stout man in his 50s, Mr. Niles Brewer.

Mrs. Pevensey’s Naughty Secrets

Finding Marion's naughty pictures leads to more!

By cruiser_2015. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.


I received the sad news recently that my old acquaintance Marion Pevensey had died. I'd known her for many years. She'd been a friend of my parents. I had many memories of her, but one in particular I'll never forget. To this day I remember most of the details, but where I've forgotten I've added what would inevitably have happened.




I was twenty one and still living at home with my parents. One day my father received a telephone call from Marion asking if someone could help fix her bedroom curtains which had collapsed. I was pretty good at ‘do it yourself’, and my father suggested that as I seemed to have time on my hands perhaps I could help her. I was only too pleased.



At that time Marion was in her later fifties. She was a quiet spoken reserved woman with an air of sophistication. Though she was more than thirty years my senior she'd kept her looks and her blonde hair, always trimmed just down to her neck and always neat. Through Pilates and Yoga she had a figure a woman twenty years younger might envy. She'd been widowed a few years so there was no one to enjoy her figure, except lustful boys like me in their masturbation fantasies.

Until I was eighteen and my hormones were surging I didn't pay Marion much attention as a woman. That year my family and Marion's had been on a beach day together. Marion was there in a red swimsuit, slightly daringly low cut between her breasts, high cut at the hips, and somehow making her curves look even more sensuous than her twenty five year old daughter in her microscopic bikini.

Something about Marion that day had driven me wild. I already had a taste for older women in porn. I just couldn't keep my eyes off her in that swimsuit, especially where it bulged over her big breasts and the thin gusset of red cloth between her legs. That night in bed as I masturbated like I did almost every night all I could think of was Marion in that red swimsuit. I'd had a lustful thing about her ever since.

I arrived at Marion's house to find her in a light brown sweater and faded blue jeans. That sweater clinging to the curves of her big firm breasts and those tight jeans outlined her curves almost as sensuously as that red swimsuit. She thanked me profusely then let the way upstairs to her bedroom, with my eyes locked on the outline of her still nicely rounded bottom and the just visible outline of her knickers visible through the taut blue cloth of her jeans.

Fixing her curtains was a simple task and Marion left me to it. I had to scoot her big double bed over a little to get a stepladder to stand on up against the wall. In doing so I disturbed a clear plastic storage tote under the other side of the bed. As I went around to find the lid and snap it back on, what I saw sent an electric shock through me; the box contained a collection of glossy pictures of nude women!

The first picture I saw showed a blonde woman, looking perhaps in her thirties, squatting nude but for black high heels on what looked like a kitchen table. Her big round breasts were every boy's dream and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Between them was a bush of brown cunt hair with her pink-lipped vagina peeping through. Other pictures showed the same woman in equally erotic poses: bent over that table with her legs wide, her breasts hanging over the table and her hairy cunt peeping between her ass cheeks, doing the splits nude on a bed leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and forward, and lots more. As I rummaged through the collection of pictures I also found some women's panties, much briefer and more sexy than anything I'd ever found in my mother's lingerie drawer.

I'd no sooner got over the shock of finding that secret stash when a second shock hit me. I realized the woman in the pictures was Marion, perhaps twenty or more years younger but definitely her. Her naked body was everything that never forgotten swimsuit had hinted at and all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. The panties in my hand were the same ones in a few of the more recent glossy portraits!

Then the third and final shock hit me. I'd spread some of the pictures and panties out on the bed and was hungrily ogling them when I heard Marion's voice, over my shoulder.

"Yes they're pictures of me."

I looked back and there she was standing in the open doorway, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"My husband took them. He printed off the ones he liked most. He used to show them to other men." She gave a little laugh. "Your dad really liked them. I should have thrown them away when my husband died, but I enjoyed the memory."

She picked up one of the panties which I'd tossed onto the bed. It was a tiny thong in black see through lace, with a triangular front scarcely big enough to cover a woman's bush of cunt hair and just a thong strap at the back.

"He used to like to see me in these. And taking them off me."

I was still kneeling by the side of the bed with nude pictures of her scattered in front of me as I listened to her. I was speechless with a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at what I was hearing. She stood beside me and set the thong on the edge of the bed, spreading them out, then she ran her fingers gently on my neck and shoulders.

“I loved modeling for him. He would take as many photos as he had patience for, until he had to put down the camera and have his way with my body.”

She stopped speaking but that mischievous smile on her face grew. Then came the best shock of all.

Marion reached down and unzipped and undid the clasp of her jeans. Her jeans sprung open just far enough to show cream-colored satin panties with a lace-edged top hem. She paused for a moment, almost as if teasing me. Then she hooked her thumb over that top hem and pulled the front of her panties down past her knees to show me her cunt. The cunt hair between her legs was as full and as brown as in the pictures. She sat in the bed in front of me as I continued kneeling. Marion spread her legs wide.

"Do you like seeing me nude? It’s been ages since I showed my cunt to a man." As she spoke she scooted to the edge and thrust her hips toward me. "Touch my cunt!"

In that moment all my embarrassment vanished, replaced by sheer lust. I'd had a strict church upbringing and that age I was still a virgin. I'd seen thousands of women's cunts in porn but never seen a naked woman for real. My sex life consisted of masturbating over porn, over pictures not even as hot as those nude pictures of Marion. I was hungry for sex. Though she was nearly three times my age I wasn't saying no to an invitation like that.

A moment later my hand cupped over the bulge of her sex mound. For the first time in my life I was feeling a woman's naked thighs, ruffling her pubic hair and exploring her vagina slit. My other hand was trying to pull her jeans and knickers off her deliciously smooth feet. While I was playing with her cunt and bottom, Marion lifted off her sweater. Her breasts were slung in a cream-colored bra matching her knickers.

She reached behind her back and a moment later her bra was off, her big breasts were out naked and swinging heavily. My hands were instantly all over them, caressing them and exploring them. In spite of her age her breasts were still surprisingly firm and she had big deep pink nipples poking out stiffly like little corks from lighter pink areoles.

"I loved posing nude for my husband," Marion grinned at me. She stepped off the bed to slip off her jeans and her knickers. Then she was on the bed, kneeling nude facing me, with her legs wide and leaning back so her breasts rested wide and pointed upward.

"Andposing for other men. He brought them to watch me do filthy things for them. Sometimes their wives came too and we did dirty things together." Marion grinned as if enjoying a fond memory. "

They got their cocks out and wanked themselves over me. You masturbate don't you?"

At that age I was masturbating a couple of times every night in bed, most mornings, and sometimes during the day. I didn't reply but I guess my face gave me away.

"If I pose for you, will you do it over me? It’s been so long since I've watched a man wank. Oh please!"

As she spoke she was visibly getting more and more excited. Her tits were quivering as she all but bobbed up and down with excitement, and she was running her fingertips through her cunt hair. I was shocked to discover this mild-mannered elegant woman's exhibitionist fetish and secret sex life. I'd only ever shown my flaccid cock to other boys in the school gym showers before, but never erect and to a naked woman. But I was a sex obsessed hungry and frustrated twenty one year old and I wasn't saying no to this.

She purred with excitement as I unzipped and dropped my jeans and briefs in a single movement letting my erect cock bounce out. At that age I was reasonably well endowed, about seven inches full erect with a big round purple-grey head and quite hairy. And boy was I erect! With Marion naked in front of me I felt as if I was having the biggest, stiffest erection of my life. I stepped out of my jeans and briefs, then for good measure took my shirt off so I was naked too. I stood wide legged facing Marion as she knelt on the bed. I felt my straining cock swing stiffly as I thrust my hips toward her. Unexpectedly Marion laughed.

"Your cock looks just like your dad's!"

I didn't know what to say at yet another revelation of Marion's secret sex life, so I said nothing.

She purred, leaned forward and caressed my balls and my cock, running her fingers lightly along its length and sliding her fingers up and over my shaft and its head. I'd never had my erect cock touched before. At the sudden shock of sexual pleasure I involuntarily rammed my sex kit into Marion's hand.

Then, unexpectedly, Marion bent really low and took my erection-sensitized cock head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I involuntarily tried to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and struggled, successfully, not to cum in her mouth. Fortunately after a few moments of that she rolled back onto the bed.

“Did you like that?" Marion was, grinning. I was panting and felt as if my cock was going to snap.

She picked up one of the pictures scattered on the bed.

"This was one of my husband's favorite poses."

Repeating the pose she got on all fours on the bed and spread her knees wide. Her big breasts looked so erotic as they hung and swung pendulously above the bed. Her spread thighs and well-rounded bottom gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. To me, somehow most erotically of all, her bush of brown cunt fur peeped out behind her from just under her ass cheeks.

"Touch me!"

Marion was sensuously wiggling her bottom at me. I didn't need to be asked!

She moaned softly as I caressed her soft smooth thighs and ass cheeks. I slid my fingers down the valley between her ass cheeks then ran my hand under her between her legs brushing her inside thigh tops and ruffling her rapidly moistening cunt hair with my fingers. Her legs strained wider for my hand and her whole body quivered when my fingers found her vagina lips.

Then as I explored her naked body with my hands she got her naked body into leg-spreading, breast-thrusting and bottom- wiggling poses every bit as explicit as those photographs. My hands savored her exquisitely smooth bottom and thighs, those deliciously sensuously swinging breasts and of course her cunt. From her excited gasps and the way she trembled as my hand between her legs stroked her labia and reached inside her vagina slit I could tell I was hitting the right spot.

As my one hand played with Marion, my other hand fingered my straining cock working it to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. She picked up her little black thong and brushed it over my straining cock, the way I used to do with my mother's panties imagining the feel of a woman's fingers and tongue. The feel of the lace against my cock head was exquisite.

"My husband liked me to do that for him. It got him so excited."

Then she flopped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and thrust her hairy cunt at me in a movement that wobbled her breasts..

"Cum over me!"

I joined her on the bed, kneeling astride her leg. My straining cock was arching up in front of me and my balls were brushing her bare thigh. Kneeling like that is one of my favorite masturbation positions. The heavy feeling of my cock sticking straight out makes it feel huge, and spreading my legs like that as I knelt pulls my muscles tight. Marion had a good long feel of my straining sex kit before I wrapped my hand round my cock to masturbate.

I began the rhythmic stroking and tugging, thrusting my cock forward and making sure I put on a good meaty show. I grunted like an animal and stroked my cock full length with my fist sliding right up over my cock head. With my spare hand I played with Marion's smooth warm thighs and her hairy cunt, and reached forward to caress her breasts.

As I masturbated astride her Marion reached up to lightly caress my balls and slid her hand between my legs to stroke the inside tops of my spread thighs, my groins and my arse. I'd masturbated thousands of times over naked women in porn, but nothing equaled that wank over a real live naked woman with her hand sexually exciting me.

I took my time. I edged, holding myself on the brink of orgasm to prolong and increase my masturbation pleasure. Finally I couldn't hold back any more. I guess my strangled grunt and the way I thrust my cock forward told her I was rising. Then, as I rammed my hips forward in my orgasm thrust Marion leaned forward, reached between my spread legs to grip my ass. In an exquisite orgasm I spurted my cum over her belly and right up her front to her breasts.

I stayed kneeling astride Marion's leg with my still mostly-erect cock swinging above her leg and dripping a strand of semen onto her thigh. Marion's light fingers were still playing with my cock and balls, gently stroking my shaft. The friction of her fingers against my shaft and cock head sent a last pulse of orgasm pleasure through my cock and a final spurt of semen that landed on Marion's thigh. I was panting, astonished at what I'd done. Marion reached out for that black lace thong and used it to wipe my semen off her body. Then she tossed it aside.

"Was that good? You did it just like my husband."

'Fucking hell, Marion!" Was all I could gasp. She laughed.

"That's not the kind of language I expect from a church-going boy!"

I flopped onto the bed with Marion. As I lay beside her she browsed through the pictures as if she was re-living fond memories. She told me some of the filthy things she'd been up to in those past months. Seeing those unbelievably erotic pictures while listening to what she'd done, all with a naked woman snuggled next to me, my cock rapidly stiffened up. I also noticed she was constantly fingering her cunt, stroking and massaging her vagina lips, slipping her fingers into her slit and her pink-brown nipples were standing out more and more. I could tell she was getting excited again. Suddenly she put the pictures down.

"They loved it when I pleasured myself for them. It's so much better with men watching. You want to watch me don't you?"

Without waiting for any reply she rolled onto her back. Her breasts flopped sideways and she spread her legs incredibly wide, hooking one leg over mine in the process.

With a deep half sigh half moan her hand slid down her belly and into her bush. I saw her fingers slip into her vagina slit. I watched with erotic fascination as her hand smoothly and rhythmically massaged and stroked her cunt up and down, rustling her pubic hair, setting her belly quivering and her breasts wobbling with the movement of her hand. She had her eyes closed and at first she seemed oblivious to me. As her masturbation pleasure rose she moaned, gasped and squirmed. Her eyes opened and she looked pleadingly at me.

"Play with me! Kiss my tits!"

I leaned over her and reached down between her spread legs to caress her inside thigh tops, her groins and her arse the way she'd excited me as I masturbated for her. Her gasps and groans, the way she strained her legs even wider and nuzzled her cunt against my hand told me I was treating her to what she wanted. I kissed her tits. Her nipples were peaking really hard and I licked and flicked them with my tongue.

As I knelt beside her my hard up cock poked and prodded her side. The friction of her body against my cock head was turning my shaft to straining hard steel. As she got more and more excited, her spare hand grabbed my ass and she pulled me hard against her.

Finally her hand suddenly went frantic between her legs, she uttered a long sobbing cry and her entire body seemed to tense. Her legs folded up, she thrust her cunt upward, then she writhed and squirmed in the pulses of her climax. Though I'd never watched a woman orgasm before, even I could tell it had been explosive and exquisite. I can still hear her orgasm cry to this day. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced.

After she'd climaxed Marion lay back with her eyes closed, panting and holding her hand cupped over her hairy cunt. My cock felt taut enough to snap. I wanted release and I thought of getting astride her and wanking over her again. But Marion had other ideas. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Want you!" Marion was reaching up and trying to pull me on top of her.

Some boys would have climbed straight on top of her and fucked her but at that moment I was terrified. My church upbringing had given me a fear of sex outside of marriage and she was a widow nearly three times my age.

"Oh god no, Marion!" I gasped. But that didn't stop her.

"Want you!" She was making it sound like an order, and tugging my arm.

This time I couldn't resist. A naked woman was offering me sex and at her age there was no fear of pregnancy. It was as if Marion's pent up lust and will power was irresistibly drawing me to her, and at the same time my own lust was obliterating all my inhibitions. I couldn't resist moving up to kneel between her spread legs. Her spread thighs and gaping juice-glistening pubic hair ringed vagina pulled me irresistibly. As if acknowledging my surrender to her hungry body I bowed down and kissed her vagina, even darting my tongue between her labia.

Then I moved up her body till I was on top of her with her naked body against mine. I remember how soft and warm she was under me, her belly against mine. I felt my cock head poking her between her legs and her cunt hair brushing me. It was impossible to resist making the final thrust and entering her hot, wet, full length. Marion gave a long deep sigh.

"Oh! It’s been so long!"

Then her arms wrapped over my back and her legs folded over my ass as if she was trying to pull me even deeper in. My hips almost involuntarily started the rhythmic thrusting movement. Her vagina was looser around my hard cock than younger women I've fucked in later years, but she was so deliciously smooth and warm. I remember thinking how similar but at the same time so different to masturbation sex with her was. My whole naked body, not just my cock in my hand, was enjoying her.

Perhaps because of her looseness, or because I'd recently masturbated, I took ages to cum. She was still throbbing and aroused from masturbating herself, and while I was fucking her she suddenly gasped, gave a little cry and her arms and legs gripped me tighter. I'd given her another mini orgasm.

Then delicious minutes of thrusting later, my own orgasm came, building slowly then exploding. I remember her firm thighs hard against mine as I rammed into her in my orgasm thrust and filled her with my semen, and of course I grunted "Marion!"

I lay on top of her for a long time, enjoying her warm softness under me before I rolled off her and lay beside her. I lay there in a daze with residual semen trickling down my side. I was both shocked and exhilarated in equal measure. I'd had sex with a woman for the first ever time!

"Mmm! You were so good. Thank you." She leaned across and kissed me on my cheek. "Let's keep our naughty secret to ourselves. Are you going to finish fixing my curtains now?"

She took our little secret to her grave. Rest In Peace Marion Pevensey, an old friend, and the first woman I ever had sex with.

By cruiser_2015 for Literotica.

A First For Everything

 Missionary Girl Finds Expression in Her Sexuality at College

By CelinasFantasy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There's just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn't he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf. Then he'd just happen to notice that I don't have anything on under my skirt. He'd have the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my thighs, hold me in place and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a 'private lesson.'

The Widow Has A Daughter

The Daughter’s Approval Meant More Than I Knew.

By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

For me, turning 40 was a real issue.

My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn't even know. Let's just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust.

As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn't know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself.

Marooned, With Daisy

Young Daisy is stranded on an island with five men.

Based on a post by Elsie Thompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.

"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him. The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed.

Daphne

Virgin guy gets the girl at last.

by  S3lwyncd0g - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store’s general manager was my Dad’s best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.

Pokẻ Rachel

Our first date is full of missed cues.

By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“I actually don’t have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that’s not what- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?”

From the first moment I saw her, I had a major crush. She worked in the mail room on campus. She just had the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I wasn’t alone in my crush though. Basically everyone on campus was in love with her. Her name was Rachel and a few said she looked vaguely like Rachel McAdams.

 I later learned she had made herself look more like McAdams on purpose. Starting in high school, a few people told her about her doppelganger and she was flattered by it, so she started doing her hair the same way and wearing the same bright red lipstick. Unfortunately (in her eyes and no one else’s), her body developed to be much bustier than McAdams’s.

Accepting Charity: Part 2

A Puritan Minister’s Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.

By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.

The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.

Whilst the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not participate more freely.

While Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances, she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.

It was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath. Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on parish business.

It was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife. So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.

In a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a small bag she had brought with her.

"I have a gift for you Charity," she said.

"For me?"

"Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity.

"What is it Mistress?"

"Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."

Charity's mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things and that furthermore she was being presented with it.

"Come, let us enter the water."

Elizabeth invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.

Now that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down, soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.

Charity paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head. Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.

After doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down slowly onto her breasts.

Charity just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.

After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"

Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.

Charity worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around. The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her breasts for washing.

Charity took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.

Elizabeth had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?

She took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberately kneaded them, then slipped her hand down the cleft. She heard Charity let out a small gasp as the digits came close to touching her nether lips.

Charity turned around to face her Mistress. Whose attention was taken by the dark brown bush of pubic hair in front of her face. As she began the washing process, with both hands around one ankle, the girl slid her feet further apart. Elizabeth soaped first to one knee, then to the other. Moving up the left thigh, she avoided the girl's pussy and soaped over the hip. She repeated this process on the right-hand side.

As the woman worked, Charity felt her heavier than usual breath stirring the curls around her maidenhead. She widened her stance, hoping, nay inviting her Mistress to soap her there.

Elizabeth's mouth was dry. She had never seen a naked woman, nor a pussy this close. She used her fingers to soap gently and thoroughly every inch and crevice. Charity almost fainted from her attentions.

When Charity took her turn to bathe her Mistress, she spent longer at the task and by the time the fingers were delving their way between her labia Elizabeth's legs were shaking, She collapsed down into a kneeling position, legs spread and grabbed Charity's wrist, keeping her hand there.

"Don't stop Charity. I need to be clean there. I need to be washed and washed again. You must remove the evil from me."

Charity did not understand what she meant, but her insistence that she continue was clear. She moved her fingers, the soap long since dropped, touching, feeling the skin and hair, exploring the lips and the stiffened spot that seemed to bring forth groans from Elizabeth.

She was shocked when Elizabeth reached an orgasm. Frightened even. Was her Mistress possessed? What was happening to her? She bravely fought the urge to stand up and run away.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw the concern on Charity's face. She smiled wanly and reassured her, "It's all right child. The evil is out of me now. Thank you."

Understanding that her Mistress was indeed recovered, she now wondered about the feelings that she herself had experienced earlier. Wash she too harboring evil?

"Mistress, I am frightened! Perhaps I too have need of such cleansing?"

Elizabeth smiled, "I doubt that child. You are too pure to be concerned about evil touching you."

"But, perhaps that is why I am in need. Would not the Devil choose someone above suspicion as a host?" She spread her legs, looking down for any visible signs that evil resided therein.

To Elizabeth, this sudden unbidden display of Charity's womanly parts was fascinating. They appeared much the same as hers, yet as she remained a virgin, quite different. Before she even knew that she was doing it, her hand was there, fingers touching the warm flesh. Watching carefully as they traced the outline of the girl's sex, noting that the moisture was growing rapidly, the lips having turned puffy. She felt the urge to enter her with a finger, but knew this would be wrong, damaging to her virginity. Instead, she concentrated on rubbing the lips and that little sensitive bud that she found did so much.

Charity fainted as her first ever orgasm hit her. Elizabeth had to cradle her head until she came around.

The two women did not discuss their bathing trip. Nor did Elizabeth inform her husband. They were back at the house well before he arrived home, and the evening meal was awaiting his return.

That evening, Charity's lesson with the Pastor was a little strange. He could tell something was troubling her, but he did not want to press her to talk until she was ready. Instead, he read her passages from the bible and asked her to explain, in her own words, what she thought they meant. Gradually, she relaxed, her mind occupied by the questions she was attempting to answer.

"You seem troubled, child. What concerns you?" He eventually asked her.

"Ah, Umm, it's, well, it's," she paused, unsure of how to explain her fears. But then she plunged on, hoping that the Pastor would be able to help, "Do you think that I could be possessed by the devil?"

The pastor was taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, "I, think that is very unlikely. You are a good girl. Pure and chaste. What makes you think otherwise?"

"Well, is it not true that the Devil can make people do things that are wrong?"

"It is true, yes."

"Is it possible that He can fool a person into thinking that something that is wrong is, in fact, right and proper?"

"Well, that is possible I suppose, yes. But why would that relate to you? Surely you cannot have done anything that could be misinterpreted?"

"It is my thoughts and feelings that I am afraid are wrong."

"Can you give me an example child?"

"Well, when the young men call out to me, it makes me feel, strange. I, welcome their attention and, sometimes wish they went further. It makes me feel pleasant"

The Pastor coughed gently but did not speak.

She tried to explain, "I know that marriage between a man and a woman is where all good people should hope to arrive, in order that their union may bring forth more members for the church congregation. I, wonder when I will meet a man who will take me for his wife. This wondering brings forth certain, feelings within me. I, I have never been told how children come about, but I believe it isn't simply by prayer? Which means, that something else must happen. I find myself wondering about what that could be, and I start to think about those young men. I wonder about asking them, perhaps that can enlighten me?"

Pastor Smith was aware that this intelligent young woman was becoming dangerously interested in men. She clearly had not been told about the mechanics of sexual union between a man and his wife, but he was sure that her observations of the farm animals that she must see regularly would eventually provide her with answers. She will then know, or at least guess, what happens in the bedroom.

"I'm sure that they could enlighten you. But not necessarily in a way that I would approve of. I do not wish to embarrass you, but your beauty and grace are extremely attractive to young men and it is bound to rouse their passions. Such passions within marriage are acceptable. But outside marriage," he left the sentence unfinished.

Unfinished, not for effect, but because of the certain dark thoughts that were crowding in on him. She was there, within feet of him across the table wearing that thin shift. Her nipples were poking through, her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply and explained her feelings. And, as she licked her lips, moistening the pretty pink orifice, his erection became painful.

"I think that we should pray for your strength to resist talking to these young men, and to conquer these feelings that you mention."

She rose from the table and walked around to the fireplace, where the wooden cross hung. She knelt and, for the first time during their lessons, the Pastor joined her, kneeling slightly behind and to the left, so that she would not see his tumescent state. Too late, he realized that he could smell her scent. If he were to reach out, he would be able touch her, to caress her body through the thin cotton of her shift.

He cleared his throat, "Hmm. Perhaps it would benefit if you were to prostrate yourself, my child."

What devil possessed him to say that?

So, Charity bent forward, placed her weight on her hands and then stretched her legs backwards, allowing her to lay down flat. Her shift rose up her legs as she moved and revealed her calves and the backs of her knees. The Pastor's right hand, sitting upon his own knee was only inches from her posterior. He just caught himself before it wandered there. He looked away from her bottom and saw the uncovered legs. His feelings of arousal were so strong that he was becoming light-headed. He re-directed his attention upwards, attempting to regain control, but then saw that the garment had slipped from one shoulder when she had lain down. The creamy, smooth flesh of her young body captivated him.

Charity was panting heavily. She could not understand why, but as her body moved up and down with each breath, her breasts and nipples were sliding across the cotton. She was not praying; she was having those bad thoughts again.

Pastor Smith persuaded himself that it would be acceptable to place a hand on Charity's shoulder as a comforting gesture. He spoke as he did so, "You must relax, child. Free your mind so that you may receive forgiveness."

As the Pastor's hand rested on the bare skin of her shoulder, Charity shuddered. The hand was warm, yet rough from the hard years of his life. When he did not take it away, she began to feel a tingling sensation in her breasts, and, elsewhere. Her back arched a little as she involuntarily pressed her pubic region into the floor tile. Her knees parted and her arse raised a few inches before she pressed down again.

The Pastor saw all of this and wondered at it. He wanted her. He wanted to enter her pure, virginal flesh, to ravage her.

Almost crying with the pain of resisting temptation he spoke to her again, "Are you in pain my dear?"

"No!" she wailed. "I cannot control my body Pastor!"

"Then you must relax." He placed his hand on the back of her head and this seemed to have a calming effect. The movements ceased.

Then, to be sure that she was starting to relax, he put his hand back on her shoulder. At first, she tensed, but then he felt the muscles soften and he heard her sigh. So, he stroked her gently and saw that her breathing was calming. Encouraged by this he placed his other hand on the opposite shoulder and repeated the same movements. Somehow, his hands accidentally moved the material aside so that now her upper back was uncovered. The tie string must have become undone, for as his hands moved rhythmically and gently across and down the silky skin, the neckline of the garment moved lower until her shoulder blades were exposed.

Pastor Smith knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself; in one movement he swung his leg across Charity's body and knelt astride her. He remained kneeling upright, with his hard cock thrusting out the front of his breeches only inches from the young woman. He moved the shift lower still as he caressed her.

Although the garment was now lowered to the middle of her back, Charity's breasts were keeping the material at the front firmly in place, but by now the Pastor could see the sides of them, the swellings flattened out upon the floor. He knew that the shift would not move any further as the sleeves were now holding it tight and he felt a slight sense of relief. But then, as he continued his motions on the exposed flesh, his arm made contact with his manhood. Without thinking, leaving one hand on Charity, the other wrapped itself around the breeches covered shaft.

Any pretense that he was helping Charity was, at this point, destroyed. He was now in a land of sin and wickedness from which there was no escape. Her innocence was allowing him to take control of her body and he wanted to see and feel more.

Attempting to be firm and commanding, yet sounding as though he was coking, she said, "Your arms look tense. Take them out of the sleeves and I will ease them for you."

Charity complied immediately, careful not to expose breasts and shock the Pastor with their nudity.

Pastor Smith returned his hands to her shoulders and moved them outwards along the outstretched arms. He had to lean forward to do this and, for the first time, his sheathed cock rubbed against Charity's back.

The young woman was aware that the Pastor had straddled her, presumably to make it easier for him to, stroke her? She felt a momentary hardness digging into her spine, which returned every now and again as he caressed her arms.

The Pastor's hands returned to the lower parts of Charity's back and she felt him shuffle backwards as he moved lower. Then she felt the insistent tugging of the shift on her breasts. It, it was sliding out from beneath them! The cold of the floor made her gasp and her hips bucked in response. A response which brought her buttocks into full contact with that hardness that she had felt before. Shortly after her hips dropped back down, that hardness regained contact and remain pressed there.

It was all the Pastor could do not to hump against the deliciously soft and curvy rump that his manhood was now resting against. Indeed, he pressed a little harder as he brought his hands further down her body, dragging the material with them. Now, with the material clear of her breasts, he could slide his hands up her sides, fingertips feeling the softer flesh. Charity moaned.

Pastor Smith was in a quandary; looking down he could see the hint of Charity's buttock cleavage. He wanted to feel the flesh there now, but it would mean that he had to give up the delightful feeling of his cock resting there. Her deep moan made up his mind and he shuffled down her legs. He made no attempt to disguise his actions as he tugged the material clear of her arse, which to him looked perfect. Perfect for mauling. Which he did with a zeal. He clutched a cheek in each hand and manipulated it roughly. He breathed in deeply as he observed the pink slit of her pussy surrounded by the soft brown pubic hair. He could smell that she too was aroused.

The Pastor suddenly let go and swung his leg back away from Charity to kneel beside her. Roughly, he dragged the shift down her body and threw it aside, feasting his eyes on her now completely naked body.

"Turn over," he commanded.

Charity was confused and excited. Suddenly, she found herself naked in front of the Pastor. She turned over and lay on her back. The Pastor straddled her again and now she could see the hardened bulge that had been pressing into her back. It was pressing against her lower stomach. She had seen the horses in the field and knew what this must be. She also knew what the stallions did to the mares with it.

His hands went straight to her breasts and he began to manhandle them in the same way that he had groped her bottom. She felt a warm trickle between her legs as the rough touch of his fingers made her head spin. She was not frightened, her own desires had overtaken any other thoughts. When the Pastor stopped playing with her breasts and slid a hand down between the two of them, through the damp tanged mass of her pubic hair, and touched her sex, she bucked uncontrollably. She felt a slight pain as he pushed a finger into her womanly passage, but this was overcome by the quivering she now experienced.

The Pastor suddenly stood, kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his breeches. When they dropped to the floor, his erection tented the front of his shirt. It was when he lifted this that Charity saw his cock for the first time. She was thankful that it was not as large as the stallion's, but it looked hard, red, angry and the surface was surprisingly shiny. She allowed him to push her legs apart and kneel between them. Soon, he was rubbing the head against the well-lubricated entrance. He pushed and she felt pressure there. He pushed again and suddenly there was a burning pain, followed by the feeling of being opened.

Pastor Smith gave additional little pushes and she felt him slide further in. It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. Then, his pubic bone contacted the particularly sensitive area at the top of her hole. She let out a small gasp and her head rocked from side to side. The Pastor withdrew until just the head was still engaged, leaving Charity feeling a little disappointed. But then he pushed back in, all the way and in one go. Now Charity understood why she had been told to avoid the young men, if they were able to make her feel this wonderful, then it must surely be sinful? But, if it is the Pastor, then that would be acceptable, wouldn't it?

His animal instinct had kicked in and he had one overriding desire; to plant his seed in this nubile young wench. He picked up speed, plunging deeply each time.

Charity's own arousal was equally uncontrolled. She knew what was about to happen after her recent experience with her Mistress, but this time the explosion was even more powerful, and it was accompanied by the Pastor's roar as she felt him fill her passage with his issue. It seemed to go on forever and she felt it leaking out around his shaft and down the cleft of her arse. Before she had recovered, he withdrew and dressed. He looked down at her, guilt flooding him momentarily.

"Get you to bed, you little slut!" he growled. In his mind he blamed her for his loss of control.

Pastor Smith made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. His wife was still awake, waiting for him.

"Is everything all right, husband?" she asked softly. "I heard some noises and you are very late coming to bed."

The Pastor stood staring down at her in the soft candlelight, as if trying to come to a decision. Then he undressed but, instead of leaving his shirt on, he removed all his clothing.

Elizabeth had only recently seen his weapon and still found the sight of it in its upright state to be a little frightening. She understood what her husband wanted and prepared herself to open her legs and let him get on with it.

"Take off your shift," he told her.

"Husband, what has happened? Have you taken leave of your senses?" She thought that he had recovered from his previous, and she had hoped momentary, loss of propriety.

"Take of your shift woman! Now!" It was a barked order, not a request. "Or I shall have to rip it off!"

The Pastor's demeanor was scaring Elizabeth, but she obeyed hurriedly, and she felt a sudden, unexplained excitement rising within her breast. One last time she attempted to find the cause of her husband's behavior.

"My love, what ails you this night? I am more than willing to do my wifely duty, but what has caused you to be this way?"

"Charity," he growled as he pushed his wife onto all fours upon the bed. "I could not control my passions. I ploughed the wench and now I'm going to plough you!"

"Husband! You have deflowered Charity? What demon has possessed you?"

The Pastor took hold of his cock and pushed at his wife's vagina. With the head engaged, he took hold of her hips and pressed hard. It was only when he had fully penetrated that he replied.

"She deserved it for being such a temptation to men. Perhaps it was a blessing that it happened by my hand, rather than all the boys of the village! Besides, if anyone is to blame it is yourself!"

With that, he began thrusting hard.

"Me? But what have I done that would cause you to blame me?" Suddenly she recalled her bathing trip with Charity and now felt guilt about it. Was this somehow the cause of her husband's loss of self-control, she wondered?

"You denied me, and yourself, the true pleasures of the marital bed. Had you been satisfying my desires fully; I would not have needed release with the wench. Now, if you do not want me ploughing her nightly, you must give yourself up to your carnal desires."

Terrified at the thought that he might couple with Charity every night, and inevitably make, her with child, she gave the only response that she could, "Oh, husband forgive me! I will do anything, anything at all to help keep your, your desires from spilling over to Charity."

"Good," was all he said. Then he withdrew and moved up in front of his wife, his powerful erection pointed straight at her face.

Elizabeth instinctively understood what he wanted. She was a little disgusted, knowing that it had been inside her only moments before, but she opened her mouth and took in the head. It was only then that she remembered that it had also recently been inside Charity. The thought made her groan with pleasure as she thought about her young, soft yet supple body and the pleasure that they had given each other. Her hand reached down between her legs to scratch the tingling tickle that she felt there. She almost choked as the pleasure she felt made her suck in her breath, and take her husband's cock deep down within her throat.

The Pastor had never felt anything like this before and stared in wonderment at what his wife had just done. Realizing the pleasure it was giving him, she began a bobbing motion, almost replicating the sensations he felt when he was atop her.

Pastor Smith now knew that his wife would be compliant to any of his requests, so he told her to lie on her back so he could mount her. But he instead of re-entering, he set to devouring her breasts and nipples. His hand slid down her body, across her lower stomach and through the thick bush below, sending shivers throughout Elizabeth's body. And when his fingers touched her sex, it was as if a barrel of gunpowder had suddenly been lit, resulting in an almighty explosion.

His wife's orgasm took the Pastor by surprise and he watched, fascinated as her face contorted and her whole body gyrated and shuddered. He continued his manual manipulation until she had calmed.

Excited and intrigued, he moved down Elizabeth's body to get a closer look at that most secret of places. She opened her legs for him willingly and watched as he bent to explore. It had not occurred to him that he would do what he did next, but his tongue slipped out from between his lips and he bent to taste his wife. Far from finished with her arousal, she began building towards yet another peak. Almost at that point, the Pastor stopped licking and mounted her properly instead. She wanted him deeper, so she raised her knees and pulled them to the sides to allow him to go further. He too was now near.

Both came at the same time. Both gave voice to their climax, not caring if anyone could hear.

Downstairs, Charity lay on her bed, listening to the sounds from the bedroom above. She had no doubt that the Parson was now doing to his wife what he had earlier done to her. He wished that he were still with her instead as her fingers found that little spot that brought so much pleasure. She rubbed it and pulled up her shift further to play with her breasts, and dreamed of what the farm boys could do to her.

Thus, began Charity's slide into the debauchery that would eventually rule her life.

By RomanCEisdead2 for Literotica.