Mom dragged them to church, but Rick found his solace in the arms of the Preacher's wife.
Perfume 11 - A day of quickies - The Preacher's Wife
This is the 11th installment of the Perfume series. In chapter 1 Richard turns the tables on his mother with her new experimental perfume, saving most of it for the future. In chapter 2 he tries to control it better when he uses it on his older sister but it still gets out of hand. In chapter 3 he finally gets it right and has a wonderful time with his little sister, until the tables are turned. Chapter 4 is a postmortem on Rick's storytelling and evaluation of responses. Chapter 5 has him in the arms of his grandmother and not always using the perfume. Chapter six has him punishing his sister while he takes down her girlfriend. In Chapter seven Rick attends his little sister's slumber party. Chapter eight is where Rick gets some very private tutoring from his English Teacher. Chapter nine has Lucy seducing her Dad. Mom, Maryanne, and Lucy are finally together in Chapter ten.
"Everybody up," my mom yelled. "We're all going to church this morning, no exceptions."
My mom felt guilty about her recent threesome with my two sisters, Maryanne who is 17, and Lucy who is 10. I'm Rick and 14. I caused the little sex orgy by getting Lucy to spray some of my aphrodisiac perfume on them. I really got it from my mom. She works at a research lab that makes perfumes. I have used the perfume on all three of them and a host of others. But I was getting tired of the effort and setup involved for each "adventure." I wanted something simpler. The problem though was that the perfume drug, which turns people into sex maniacs (to various degrees depending on the amount used), lasted for an hour. Luckily my antidote did the same. But I needed something to work for just a short time. Then it hit me. When my mom first used it on me she put the antidote on me several minutes afterwards and it pulled me out of it. I had forgotten all about that. So there it was, my mission for the day, to have a day full of quickies.
"We leave in 15 minutes," Mom yelled again. By now I was about ready, as were my two sisters. My dad was still off driving truck somewhere out of state. I made sure I had plenty of perfume and antidote with me, with easy access to the antidote cream.
A half hour later we pulled into the church parking lot. All being different ages they sent us to four different Sunday school classes. My class was full of 13 and 14-year-old teens. Some of the girls were hot, some not so hot. But I was sure I would enjoy any of them. Then the teacher came in. She wasn't half bad. She looked like she was in her mid 30's, shoulder length brown hair. Her long skirt and blouse hid what might be a well-built 5' 10" frame. She certainly wasn't fat by any means; maybe solid would be a better description. It wasn't until halfway through the class that I learned who she was. Mrs. Harris was the pastor's wife. That's when I knew who I wanted. I spent the rest of the class devising my strategy.
When class was over I let the other's leave the room before I spoke. "Mrs. Harris, may I speak with you?"
"Of course Rick," she replied. "What's on your mind?"
"Well, it's...I don't know how to say it. I'm afraid and don't know who to talk to." I was setting her up. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble, but..."
"Is this something very personal Rick?" she asked me.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied.
"Maybe we better not talk here," she said. "I can get us someplace private. Come with me." Oh I'm going to cum with you, I thought as I followed her to the church office area.
"I don't want to be disturbed, Sarah," she said to a lady behind a desk. She led me into one of the rooms and locking the door, sat me down on a couch. Sitting next to me, she said, "Now tell me what's bothering you honey."
"Well it's my fault because I didn't stop her," I began. "I should have stopped her. But she loves me and I love her. I just didn't know, I didn't know what was going to happen, what she wanted me to do to her."
"First off darling, whatever this is, it is not your fault," she assured me. "Now who is this person we're talking about?"
"She's my aunt, my aunt Nadine," I lied. "She is kind of young for an aunt. She's only 22. It was the other night and she was babysitting Lucy and me, even though I really don't need a babysitter. I shouldn't say anymore. I don't want to get anyone in trouble."
"You're doing fine. You are very brave telling me all this," she said to me, trying to calm my apparently agitated state. "You are safe now with me. You can tell me everything that happened and you will still be safe. So tell me what happened with you and Nadine."
"Well Lucy was in bed and Nadine and I were watching a movie. She got up to get us something to drink. I told her it tasted a little funny but she made me drink it down. It was then that she told me I just had my first drink of alcohol." The more I spun this story to Mrs. Harris, the more fun it became. I continued on. "I don't remember when but I found myself snuggled up next to Aunt Nadine with her arm over my shoulder. She pulled me in close and kissed me on the head. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I told her no. She said that any girl would be lucky to have me as their boyfriend, to be able to kiss whenever they wanted. I told her that I had never kissed a girl before." Mrs. Harris was all ears, almost salivating for the next line of the story.
"Then Nadine leaned down and kissed me on the lips, telling me it was just to let me know what it was like to kiss a girl. That seemed reasonable. Then she told me to practice on her. Well one kiss led to another and soon we were making out together. But something was happening to my body. I was feeling tingles all over. When Aunt Nadine touched me...down there," I said looking down at my crotch, "I uh realized I was all stiff down there."
"What did she do then?" Mrs. Harris asked.
"She told me she could make me feel better than I had ever felt before. This sounded good to me so I asked her how. That's when she told me to take my clothes off. I told her I didn't want to, that I would get in trouble from Mom. Aunt Nadine said that my Mom told her to take care of us and that this would be the best care that she could give. But to make it fair she said she would remove her clothes too. So we did. She then laid down on the couch and told me to get on top of her. When I did she took my, uh my..." I was purposely stumbling in my story. This was fun.
"It's OK honey, you can say it, you can tell me. It was your penis wasn't it? What did Nadine do with your penis?" Mrs. Harris asked.
"She took it and put the end of it against her...uh"
"Her pussy, she put it against her pussy," Mrs. Harris helped.
"Yes, against her pussy," I agreed.
"Tell me what happened next," she asked. This Mrs. Harris was a horny bitch, so I went on with my story.
"She told me to push it in her," I said. "So I did. I didn't want to, honest. But she said I had to now that I touched her with it."
"It's OK sweetie," Mrs. Harris said as she leaned in and gave me a warm hug, pressing my head against her breasts. She then leaned back and told me to continue with my story.
"When I pushed in I didn't know what to do next so I just stayed there. Aunt Nadine told me to pull it almost all the way out and push it in again. She told me to continue doing this, pulling out and pushing in, over and over. I'm so sorry Mrs. Harris, it's just that the more I did it the better it felt until..."
"Until what Rick, until what?" she asked, trying to keep her excitement under control.
"Until my whole body felt like electricity and then my stomach, I mean my penis, it felt really hard and stuff was coming up through it. But not pee. It was different. As it came up my whole body felt wonderful. And then it was like I was squirting the stuff out of me into Aunt Nadine. But not just once. It squirted over and over about a half dozen times."
Mrs. Harris looked like she was ready to jump my bones right then. I knew now was the time. I reached into my coat pocket and sprayed some perfume onto my fingers. I had already put some antidote on myself while telling my story, without her noticing. I was now ready for her. But she wanted more of the story so I made some more up. I was sort of into it too. It made me wish I had an Aunt Nadine.
"While I was squirting my stuff," I began, but she interrupted me.
"Cum, it's called cum honey. You were squirting your cum into Nadine's pussy. So go on," she said.
"As I squirted my cum, Aunt Nadine got really stiff and pushed her hips up into the air. I thought she was having a heart attack or something."
"She was having an orgasm. You gave her an orgasm," she explained. "An orgasm to a woman is like when you climaxed and shot your cum into her pussy. It's a good thing sweetie."
"Oh, well after a little bit she relaxed and said that I was wonderful. She asked me if I wanted to do that again sometime. Of course I said yes. She said OK but that I shouldn't ever tell Mom what happened or that Mom would be jealous and never let us do it again. She said I shouldn't tell anyone or they would stop us from every doing it. She made me promise. She then had me get on my back on the couch and she put my penis in her mouth."
"What did that feel like?" Mrs. Harris asked.
"It felt warm, no, hot. She cleaned all the stuff off of me, sliding up and down my penis with her mouth until it was hard again." Mrs. Harris had her hand on my leg. I took this as my opportunity to transfer the perfume. But as I continued my story I let only the outer edge of my fingers touch her hand, wanting to finish my story before I took Mrs. Harris down.
"Go on, what happened next?" she asked me.
"Aunt Nadine got on top of me and put my penis back into her pussy. She rocked her body back and forth and, oh Mrs. Harris, I am so ashamed. I didn't want her to stop. I found myself pushing up as she was bouncing down on top of me. I wanted that feeling again. I wanted to climax and feel my cum shoot out like before. I wanted to fill my Aunt's pussy with my cum. Aunt Nadine leaned forward and put her breast in my mouth and told me to bite down and suck as she continued to bounce on me. She moved me to her other breast for a while and then kissed me really hard. She put her tongue in my mouth and held my mouth tight, muffling my cries of pleasure as I began to climax. I felt my cum rise up through my penis and it was wonderful. Then when it shot out it was like a special moment of pleasure, repeated over and over until nothing else came out. That's when I realized Aunt Nadine must have had one of her ... uh ... orgasms."
"Was that the end then," Mrs. Harris asked.
"No Ma'am. Since my Mom was at my Grandma's for the night, my dad was away truck driving, and my sister Maryanne was at a friend's house, Aunt Nadine was babysitting us all night. She said since we had already done what we did, it was only natural for us to sleep together. My Aunt was sleeping in my Mom's room so she had me sleep in there with her, all night. But we didn't sleep very much."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Harris asked.
"Well Aunt Nadine said she wanted to teach me things, so she did. And I got to cum a whole bunch all night long. The next morning Aunt Nadine said that I was the best lover she had ever had but made me promise again that I wouldn't tell anyone. Her insistence on me not telling anyone made me think we really were doing something wrong. But I knew I couldn't tell my family. So when I met you, well you made me feel safe. You made me feel like I could tell you anything and you would protect me."
"You can Rick. You can always tell me anything. And I will keep you safe. I won't let anyone hurt you Rick," she promised as she hugged me again. I knew that now was the time. I rubbed my perfume-laced fingers over her hand. And then I began crying.
"Oh Rick," she cooed. "It's OK to cry. I'm here for you honey. You can always trust me to protect you baby. It's OK. I'm here." She kissed me on top of the head. Then she pulled away slightly so that she could kiss me on the forehead, then the cheek. She then pressed her cheek against mine, holding me there a moment. She turned her face and kissed me on the cheek again. She smiled and kissed me on the nose. I smiled back.
"That's the smile I want to see," she said and gave me a peck on the lips. Staring at me a few seconds longer she leaned in and kissed me again on the lips, this time holding for a few seconds. Seeing that I wasn't resisting her, she kissed me again, but this time there was no mistaking that this was a true kiss, holding me there for at least ten seconds before pulling away. She looked at me as if struggling in her own mind as to what to do. But she was losing that struggle.
"Mrs. Harris?" I said looking at her questioningly. She took one hand and put it on the back of my head and pulled me in for a true kiss of passion. I kissed her back for I knew now that she had lost and I had won. We both moaned into each other's mouth as our tongues danced together between pressed lips. She pushed me backwards on the couch as she fell down with me, not breaking our kiss. But I felt her hands working my pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. A moment later she had my underpants yanked down and my penis free. It wasn't fully erect yet but was getting there. Mrs. Harris broke our kiss and moved her mouth to my limp dick, engulfing it completely in her mouth. She sucked and massaged it with her mouth and tongue and was soon rewarded with an erection.
"Mrs. Harris, please, we shouldn't," I protested.
"Shhhh, quiet, my dear," she instructed. "I need to take care of you, to see to all your needs so that you won't fall prey to your Aunt Nadine anymore or anyone else ever again."
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do Mrs. Harris?" I innocently asked.
"Oh yes honey, you can trust me," she replied. "Whenever you have any of these evil desires or urges, I want you to come to me and I will take them from you. You will never need to be afraid of anyone ever taking advantage of you again. You just come to me and use me to get rid of all those terrible thoughts, those wicked bodily impulses. If you ever have fantasies about women or girls, you can tell me and play out your fantasy with me. I won't ever tell anyone and you won't have to either. This will all be our one big secret, just you and me."
While she was talking she had pulled her skirt up out of the way and straddling my hips had positioned herself on top of my hard shaft. Pulling her panties to one side she was rubbing the head of my penis back and forth over her hairy pussy.
"If you want Rick, you can pretend that I am anyone you want, even your Aunt Nadine." Then she dropped herself onto my shaft. Lifting up and back down a couple of times got her pussy fully wrapped around my erection. Who said preacher wives were old fogies? Mrs. Harris was hot, literally, hot and wet as she began rocking her hips up and down my shaft. She must have been well on her way to a climax before she ever started fucking me because it was only two minutes before her pussy walls began squeezing my dick in little spasms as her first orgasm rocked through her body.
I took this opportunity to do something wild and crazy. I managed to quickly stand up, lifting her with me still impaled on my rod. I carried her to the desk and pushing things out of the way (I've always wanted to do that), laid her back on the desk. I then began thrusting in and out of her hard and fast. Her legs, which were just loose in the air, found a home wrapped around my back. I leaned forward and pushed up her blouse. Sliding both hands under her bra, I pushed it up over both breasts. I then buried my face in one while I used my hand to play with the other. This caused me to slow down somewhat but I still kept thrusting. Her nipples were hard and I chewed and bit down on them. I kissed her once more just before pulling out of her pussy. Quickly flipping her over so that her waist was at the edge of the desk and her face on top of it, I pushed my shaft back into her wet pussy and returned to my thrusting. While in this position I had ample time and the perfect view to examine her ass. It was a nice size, not too big. I licked my thumb and pressed it into her tight opening while I continued to fuck her. She whimpered as I moved my thumb around and it made me want her even more. I decided to go for it while I was still hard as rock.
I pulled out of her pussy and pressed the head of my erection against her now vacant asshole. I pressed forward. "Oh Rick, no, not there, please," she protested.
"This has always been my most powerful fantasy," I told her. "Please don't deny me this one request."
"OK, but please be gentle," she begged.
"I will," I told her. I kept pushing until suddenly she opened up to me and I slid in. Continuing to push I managed to get my whole 6 inches into her. I then began to move my erection in and out of her ass, gradually picking up speed. As I got into a fairly good rhythm I started banging myself against her butt cheeks. I held onto her hips tight with both hands and thrust harder.
"Oh Lord, Rick I think I'm cumming. Yes Rick, fuck me harder." She reached her hands out and gripped each side of the desk while I repeatedly slammed my shaft deep inside of her. "Oh God," she cried and I lost it. Pushing one last time as deep as I could, I held her tight against me while I shot load after load of my hot cum into my pastor's wife, deep into her bowels. When every ounce of fluid was gone from me I pulled out and fell to the floor. Mrs. Harris was the best fuck I had had in a long time. I thought Maryanne was hot the other night but Mrs. Harris, wow. Who knew that such perversity was hidden under all those clothes?
I stood up and took some of the antidote, rubbing it into the back of her neck while I kissed her on the cheek. "You were wonderful, Mrs. Harris," I told her. I left her there lying across the desk while I got dressed and cleaned up. By then she stood up and stumbled back over to the couch where she collapsed.
"What have I done?" she moaned. "God forgive me. Rick, I'm so sorry. I just don't know what came over me. Please, can you ever forgive me?"
"Forgive you? For what?" I asked, acting surprised. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. I don't want to forgive you. I want to do exactly as you told me to do, to trust you fully, completely. I trust you more now than I have ever trusted anyone. Whenever I have these kinds of urges I am going to do just like you told me to do. I'm going to come see you and have you take care of them, just like you promised you would. Finally I have found someone who I know will never lie to me, just to get what she wants from me and then throw me aside. I trust you Mrs. Harris, to always be there for me whenever I need you. Maybe just to talk to, to share my joys and my pains. You are my soul mate and I know now that you meant every word you said. I don't have to be afraid of my fantasies or my urges ever again for you will take them from me just like you did there on the desk. Now let's get this desk cleaned up so we can get out of her."
She stood up as if in a trance and in a few minutes we had the room as well as ourselves looking normal. I whispered to her "I won't ever tell anyone, I promise." I then kissed her gently, but with love and passion, one last time on the lips. Turning, I opened the door. No one was in sight as everyone was in the sanctuary as the service was going on at the time.
It took me a couple of minutes but I found my family just inside one of the doors. "Where have you been?" Mom asked as I sat down next to Lucy.
"Just checking out the offices," I said.
"You smell of sex," Lucy whispered, smiling up at me.
"I'll tell you all about Mrs. Harris when we get home," I whispered back.
"The minister's wife?" she shot back. I just smiled, and thought about our upcoming lunch at the restaurant today.