Subject: Youth Pastor My Revenge
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date: March 21, 2007
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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During summer break, just before my junior year, I had my eye on our
Youth Pastor. Although he was married, I could tell he still had an eye
for the girls so when I thought an opportunity had arose, I went for it.
What happened next was completely opposite of what I expected. It was
almost two years before I finally got my revenge.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Why I Hated My Youth Pastor
Chapter 2 Revenge Feels Good!
Chapter 3 Revenge is Sweet
Chapter 4 Back Home Again
Chapter 1 Why I Hated My Youth Pastor
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All my life my parents have attended the same Presbyterian church which
means as long as I lived at home, so did I. It is fairly typical of the
old large protestant churches with about two thousand members on the
roles and maybe five to six hundred who attended regularly. Pastor Ken
became the youth pastor at my parent's church while I was at college.
Not quite six feet tall, he is lean and muscular with a warm face that
made me melt whenever he smiled. He and his wife Cheri were the
stereotypical youth leaders, young and good looking, full of energy with
bubbling personalities. They got along great with the kids and from what
I have seen whenever I'm home, they have developed the best youth program
the church has ever had.
When I was home from school during summer break between my sophomore and
junior years, I helped out with the church youth so I got to know Pastor
Ken and Cheri pretty well. It was a little weird for me in that Pastor
Ken is only five years older than me. Early on there was one thing I
have noticed that I doubted most people did - Pastor Ken had a wandering
eye for young girls!
As for me, other than a wandering look, he never made any move towards me
or gave any indication he would ever be unfaithful to Cheri. Of course,
that didn't stop me from fantasizing! Finally, I was about to head back
to school again so after discussing it with my mom, I decided to go for
it (don't blame her, she wasn't thrilled nor did she endorse my idea).
The details of what happened are in my diary entry for August 24, 2005.
In short, I did my best to come on to him but what happened was totally
different from what I expected. First, he accused me of being a slut and
a bad influence on the younger girls in church. He even questioned
whether I should be involved with the youth at all given my reputation
for promiscuity.
Then, just when I thought I might be in real trouble, he started feeling
me up. He accused me of being a "predator", consuming whatever "game" I
wanted, accustomed to the whole world bowing at my feet doing my bidding.
He said he knew what I was trying to do with him and that he recognized
me for what I was. It started getting scary then, as he told me that HE
was now the one in charge and that I had to do exactly as he said. I was
helpless to do anything other than let him fuck me. The funny thing is,
that is exactly what I had wanted him to do from the start except now it
was more like being raped. Just as I was about to cum he would stop and
frustrate me, laughing that he was teasing me the way I teased other men.
When it was all over, he claimed that the only reason he had fucked me to
teach me a lesson. He told me that he wanted me to learn that not every
man was put on earth for my pleasure and that I couldn't just go after
anyone I pleased without there being consequences. Then he warned me to
never to talk what happened or he would have to give me another "lesson".
I will never forget his final words to me as I left his office, my pussy
sore from the hard fucking he had just given me.
"If there's ever a day Kelly you decide you need to talk about your life;
if you ever reach a point where you question whether what you are doing
is really what God wants for you; if you just need someone who can talk
to you and be totally honest and frank about how the lifestyle you have
chosen is truly affecting you; just know that I am here. Don't ever
make the mistake though of thinking you can seduce me or control me I
recognize the beast in you and you can't hide it or disguise it from me.
Good night Kelly."
That was over a year and a half ago. Although we never did discuss it
again, I remembered what he did to me every time I saw him or even
thought about him.
Someday I would find a way to make him pay for what he did to me.
Chapter 2 Revenge Feels Good!
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Almost two years later I was a senior, home for Easter Break with just a
couple of months left before I graduated. When I attended church with my
parents, I saw Pastor Ken with his wife, Cheri, and for what must have
been the thousandth time, remembered what the bastard had done to me.
Sitting in the pews, all sorts of nasty ideas came to mind as to what I
could do to him but none of them were something I would ever actually do.
Besides, almost anything I had in mind would put myself in jeopardy as
well.
As much as I hated him, I had to admit that he was looking hotter than
ever. A couple more years had given him a more mature appearance and his
wife Cheri looked sexier as well. Just a year older than me, Cheri was
the kind of girl most women secretly hated and even I couldn't help but
feel a bit jealous. She looked good no matter what she wore or how she
did her hair. No doubt she would have looked sexy wearing bib overalls
and work boots! Looking at her petite figure, I could only imagine her
in a thong bikini. She normally dressed pretty conservatively, as was
expected for a pastor's wife, but I couldn't imagine a girl with her
looks and personality being quite the goody two-shoes that people thought
she was.
The more I looked at her, the more a thought kept coming to mind. Hmmm,
maybe the way to seek my revenge wasn't a frontal assault but something a
little more subtle...
It was a Wednesday night and as usual, the church was packed with
multiple activities. Most of it was centered around the youth groups
although a few adult Bible studies and such went on as well. When I was
younger I always looked forward to Wednesday nights as they were the most
fun, especially compared to your typical boring Sunday service. At
school I was very involved with the youth ministry at a church next door
to my school and now when I was home I liked to drop in and lend a hand
when I could.
While walking down one of the hallways in the classroom wing of the
church, I almost bumped into Cheri when she stepped out of a classroom
without looking to see if anyone was coming first.
"Sorry Kelly, my mind just isn't where it should be!"
I couldn't help but laugh as she had this "blonde: expression on her
face. In all fairness, Cheri may be a blonde but she is actually quite
intelligent and there have been times when we have debated issues and she
was way ahead of me. Even so, it was almost reassuring to see she could
be just as ditzy as any other blonde at times.
"Everything OK?" I asked. I wasn't laughing now as it seemed she was
more than little distracted.
"Oh sure, you know how it is sometimes with these kids though."
"Yeah, they can be quite a handful at times," I agreed.
"It's just sometimes you want to just run into a room, lock the door and
scream," she said softly.
"Anything I can do?"
"No, I just needed to blow off some steam. Sorry, I didn't mean to dump
on you."
She gave me a quick hug and started to head down the hallway away from
me. After a couple of steps she turned with an odd expression on her
face.
"Hey, would you like to get a cup of coffee or something later?"
"Sure!" I replied, not even thinking about it before answering.
"Great, I'll see you later then."
With that we each went our ways, leaving me to wonder just what THAT was
all about. I had spent dinners and evenings at her house before, but it
was always something related to the youth and it was always with other
people there, including Pastor Ken. Cheri had always been nice to me,
but it felt more like she was just being nice because that was what she
was suppose to do, not because we had anything personal between us. Put
it this way - I would never have called her a "friend".
The rest of the evening went uneventfully although I found my thoughts
wandering constantly about why Cheri would have asked me to meet her
afterwards. Of course in my fantasies we would go straight to her house
and have a wild evening of lesbian sex but in reality, I figured maybe it
was nothing more than it appeared; she was flustered and just needed
someone to talk to and relax for a few minutes before heading home and I
happened to be in the right place at the right time.
After most everyone had left and I had finished putting things away, I
looked around for Cheri and realized we hadn't laid out our plans very
well. Our church was pretty big and I had no idea where to meet her so I
just made my way to the parking lot and fortunately, she must have had
the same idea as we both arrived at the same time. She asked if I could
drive and the two of us got in my car and I drove to a nearby Eat-n-Park
restaurant. It took only a few minutes to get there and neither of us
said much as I weaved my way through traffic.
At the restaurant, we were seated in a both along the wall. Cheri
ordered coffee while I just asked for a Diet Coke. We chatted about
general stuff, church, weather, school, etc. until our drinks arrived.
After the waitress had left, Cheri took a deep breath and sighed, her
eyes had this faraway look in them.
"Something you want to talk about?" I quietly probed.
"Oh, I don't know," she said softly, "Sometimes it just seems so
overwhelming."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like tonight. Everyone expects me to be Miss Perfect, like they
can say anything to me because I'm not a real person. I'm 'the Pastor's
wife", otherwise known as superwoman."
"What happened?"
"You know how those kids in the Junior High group can be sometimes. I
about lost it and you should have seen the look on some of the mother's
faces. It was like Billy Graham had cursed or something. They didn't
help at all; it was like they expected me to be able to handle their
little monsters all by myself."
She seemed genuinely upset which is the only reason I could see as to why
she would open up like this with me. Even though we were almost the same
age, she was married and to the youth pastor at that. I knew she hadn't
finished college but quit when Ken had finished and wanted to move to
Pittsburgh to take his current position. They were married shortly
afterwards. Personally, I couldn't imagine being I her shoes. Heck, I
couldn't even keep a steady boyfriend and here she was all married and
facing tons of responsibilities.
"Sorry," she murmured, barely loud enough for me to hear, "I shouldn't be
saying all this to you. It's just there aren't many girls our age in
church and I wouldn't trust most of the ones there anyway. Just a bunch
of gossip whores."
"Hey, that's OK" I reassured her, "I would never say anything to anyone
else."
Suddenly she lifted her head and looked at me. She still looked a bit
distressed but a little bit of confidence was back in her face.
"I hate to ask but would you mind stopping over at our place for a
while?" She looked around at the crowd surrounding us and leaned forward
to whisper to me, "Too many listening ears, you know?"
I agreed although I had to admit the first thought to come to mind was
whether or not her husband was home. I didn't ask, figuring it really
didn't matter one way or the other. If he was then he was and it was as
simple as that.
She paid the bill and I left a tip as we got up and I drove the short
trip to their apartment. She didn't say a word the entire way but just
sat in the passenger seat with her hands clasped on her lap like she was
praying. Well, maybe she was!
I notice their car wasn't in the lot when I drove up and when we walked
in the lights were out and nobody was home.
"Ken's at some Elder's meeting they're having tonight," she explained,
turning on the lights and closing the door behind us. "It'll probably go
on for a few more hours if I know THAT group."
She walked to a cabinet and turned to me.
"Wine?"
THAT took me by surprise as I had never seen her drink before and I
didn't even know she did, period. Although our church is not one of
those that forbids alcohol, it is still heavily discouraged and I had
never seen or heard of any of the pastors indulging.
"Something white or a blush?"
Normally I don't drink a lot of anything other than Diet Coke although at
times I have had a glass of wine at dinner with my parents. It's not
that I have anything moral or whatever against it, I just don't like the
taste of most alcoholic beverages, especially beer. One thing I can say
that I doubt many girls my age can, I have never been drunk in my life!
A good glass of white wine, though, can be alright at the right time.
I have no idea what she poured me but I sipped and it and it was pretty
good. She poured a glass for herself about twice as much as mine I
noticed, and the two of us sat down on the couch together. My eyes
couldn't help but widen a bit as she drank about half her glass with the
first swig!
"Wow, I needed that!" she said, looking at me with a sly grin on her
face. "So, how's school been going for you?"
For the next fifteen minutes or so we just talked about school matters.
She had gone to Liberty Baptist in Virginia, best known for its founder
the Rev. Jerry Falwell and I had gone to a religious college in Ohio so
we had quite a bit in common when it came to how our schools were run and
such.
"So tell me, can you dance with boys at your school?" she asked, "They
couldn't at my school for the first few years but they've toned it down a
bit recently."
I noted that we weren't nearly as strict in that department but when it
came to booze and sex, it was pure prohibition. She laughed as she
filled her glass for the second time by this time while I was barely a
third of the way through mine and it was only half-filled to start with.
"Yeah, it was so stupid like girls dancing with other girls wasn't just
as much a turn-on as doing it with boys," she giggled.
She took a big swallow and almost dropped her glass as she slumped back
in the couch and put her bare feet up on the coffee table. She was
wearing jeans which were just tight enough to show off her slim legs
without being TOO tight as to call attention to them. When we started
she was wearing a sweatshirt but that was lost about halfway through the
second glass of wine as her body temperature rose from the alcohol
leaving her wearing a thin cami underneath. It was sheer enough to show
off her white bra and tight enough to provide a tempting outline of her
perky breasts which I would judge to be in the middle of the B range. In
many ways she reminded me of my cousin Kristi with her petite figure,
blonde hair, firm breasts and giggle.
"All those stupid rules... how was anyone suppose to have any fun?" she
went on, slurring her words just slightly.
I just sat there and looked at her, letting her go on. She was on a roll
and I was curious as to where things were going.
"You know, I almost got kicked out once," she giggle, "I bet nobody here
know THAT, not even Ken."
We were about two feet apart on the couch so I slid over a little bit
closer to close the gap to a few inches and perched my feet up along hers
on the table. I was dressed in jeans as well with a light blue blouse.
Unlike her, though, I hadn't bothered with a bra, something I knew drew
the attention of some of the moms but even more so that of the dads. I
looked at her and waited for her to continue.
"Would you believe it? My roomie and I were masturbating when our stupid
RA barged in and caught us. The bitch turned us in for 'promiscuous
behavior' but we got off with a warning." She paused and looked at me
with conspiratorial eyes and grinned mischievously, "I guess it's a good
thing came in when she did. I can just imagine what she would've said
then!"
I felt myself getting warmer between my legs and I would've loved to put
my hand there and start touching myself but I didn't think we were ready
for that yet. God, I couldn't believe she was telling me all this! I
twisted myself so I was sitting sideways on the couch, facing her with
one leg under me and the other over the edge of the couch. I put my arm
up on the couch behind her but didn't touch her in any way.
"So Cheri, I take it you like girls," I said softly. It wasn't an
accusation or really even a question but more a confirmation of what I
suspected as well as sending a signal that I didn't mind that she was.
"Well, my roomie was the only one I've ever been with. So much for my
raging sex life. Did you know Ken is the only man I've ever had? I
wasn't a virgin when we got married or anything but he was my first...
Yep... a one guy, one girl woman... that's me."
She downed the last of her glass and leaned forward set it on the table
rather precariously but somehow it didn't fall over. She flopped back
against the couch again, her body almost limp as she let out another big
sigh. Then she turned to me with a twinkle in her eye.
"From what I hear, though, you're quite the slut, aren't you Kelly?"
I couldn't help but look a little shocked. It wasn't so much the words
but who was saying them. Despite all the wine and the comments to this
point, I couldn't believe Cheri had said such a thing!
"Oh don't pretend," she said, laughing at herself, "Everybody knows it
you know. Shit, don't you think I see Ken looking at you?"
That was the first time I had ever heard her use a swear word which
surprised me more than anything else. Then what she said sunk in and for
just a second I thought she was going to tell me she knew what happened
between me and her husband. Fortunately, that didn't appear to be the
case as she never made any mention of it.
She turned her head towards me and licked her lips subconsciously as our
eyes met.
"I bet you've been with lots of girls, haven't you?"
"Well... a few," I confessed although I wasn't about to tell her I was
related to most of them!
"I bet you've even been with some of the husbands here at church, haven't
you?"
I hesitated at this one since one of those husbands was hers! Somehow I
had a feeling she didn't know anything about THAT though or else I think
she would have already mentioned it in the state she was in.
"Well... a few," I repeated myself and we both giggled as if we were
teenagers talking about our first dates.
"Do you want mine?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine. Actually, I
wasn't sure if this was a question or an offer so I punted.
"Well, he IS pretty cute but there's someone else I would rather have."
"Ohhhhhh? And just who would THAT be?" she asked, her eyes not even
blinking now as she stared into mine.
I took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. I leaned over
until our faces were barely an inch apart and whispered, "His wife."
Without waiting for a response, I allowed my arm behind her to drop over
her shoulders and leaned forward just a little more until our lips
touched. With my other arm, I took her by the hand and held it tight as
my upper arm wrapped around her neck and cupped her breast through her
cami and bra.
If she was going to resist, now would be the time and for a brief couple
of seconds I braced myself for her reaction. I half expected that she
would suddenly pull back and slap me or something but at the same time
was hoping for the best. Thankfully, I wasn't disappointed.
Our lips met and she pushed back against mine, her eyes closed and her
breathing quick as our tongues met and we kissed like lovers separated
and now rejoined. She smelled so good I was simply going to HAVE to
find out what perfume she was wearing, we both scooted ourselves towards
the other at the same time such that our bodies were firmly in touch with
the other.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered hoarsely as she took a
breath. She may not have believed it but she certainly wasn't resisting!
I put my upper leg over hers and pressed our bodies closer together until
my boobs were pushing against hers. I felt like some teenage boy groping
and throwing himself at his date as she just laid back in the couch and
let me do whatever I wanted without a single word or sign of protest.
I dropped her hand and put my hand between her legs, pressing my fingers
between her thighs. She opened her legs for me, just as I like to do
when a man starts to fondle me and I want to signal him that he's doing
what I want. She was so warm I could feel it through her jeans and I
could only imagine how wet she must be getting already.
"Mmmmmmm, you're so warm," I whispered as I cupped her pussy in the palm
of my hand.
"Oh Kelly, what are you doing to me?" she said, not so much a question
but a statement.
"Whatever you want Cheri... just tell me what you want," I whispered
seductively in her ear.
"Ahhhhhh, you know what I want," she moaned as her hips wiggled under my
hand as I increased the pressure against her crotch.
"I want you to tell me," I responded gently, "Tell me what you want me to
do."
"Oh God, I need to be touched... it's been so long since someone touched
me like Rachel did... Make love to me Kelly... please," she moaned.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that 'Rachel" must have
been her old roomie so I didn't ruin the moment by asking. In fact,
saying anything at this point would have been a bit pointless so I let my
actions speak for me. First order of business was that cami and bra so I
started to pull up on it but she wasn't wasting any time and helped me
lift it up and over her head, leaving her sitting up with just her pretty
white bra. She leaned forward and I unhooked the two clasps in the back
and she slid it off her shoulders and then laid back again.
God her boobs were fantastic! For their size, they looked better than
even my cousin's as they were virtually flawless in the way they held
their shape and refused to sag even the slightest. Her nipples,
perfectly centered and dark brown, were already hard as rock and sticking
out from her boobs like bullets. Classic tear-drop in shape, I could
have just stare at them all night! Instead, Cheri took my hand and put
it on her breast.
"Touch me Kelly... touch me like only a woman can."
Her boobs fit perfectly in my hand as I cupped it and gently squeezed it
not TOO hard but enough to make her feel it. She moaned as my
fingertips traced little circles around her nipples, lightly touching
them and teasing them. Gripping the hard nipple between my thumb and
forefinger, I pulled on it and twisted it slightly, rolling it between my
fingers.
"Oh yeah, that's it... Oh god Kelly that feels SO good!"
I lowered my head and took her breast in my mouth, first on the nipple
and then licking and sucking all over her magnificent breast. It was
surely not the largest I had ever sucked on but it was certainly the most
perfect in terms of shape and feel.
"Lick my nipples... oh yes, just like that!" she moaned as I felt her
body squirming underneath me.
Looking down, I saw her hand had replaced mine between her legs as I
squeezed and suck on her breasts. Cheri was rubbing herself between her
thighs at a rate I was surprised wasn't wearing a hole in the denim.
Well, now sense in making her work so hard so I stood up and looked down
at her as she stared at me, trying to focus and weaving just a bit.
"Lay down," I told her, taking her by the bare shoulders and twisting her
to the side.
She turned and I help her get her legs up on the couch and quickly undid
her jeans and slid them down her legs. I couldn't help but smile at the
sight of her standard white cotton panties. Well, it's not like I was
really expecting a black lace thong or anything. She just laid there
with her hands to her side as she waited for me to do whatever I was
going to do next. Taking her panties by the sides, I pulled them down as
she lifted her hips just enough to make it easier for me. My fingers
traced along her gorgeous legs as I pulled the panties down and off her
feet, tossing them into them middle of the living room.
"You look so beautiful, Cheri," I said gently as I stared at her
incredible figure.
God what I would have given to have a body like hers! Her perfect boobs,
flat stomach and softly rounded hips gave way to a hairy pussy much
hairier than I expected in this day. I guess with winter and such she
hadn't the need to worry about a bathing suit so she had let it grow and
it seemed such a contrast to see the wild bush of hair between her legs.
She wasn't a natural blonde, though, to my disappointment, but rather
more a light brown in tone and still quite a bit lighter than my cousin's
(although you wouldn't know ninety percent of the time as she usually
shaved it all off).
I wanted to jump on her that instant but I was still dressed but that was
rectified quickly as I dropped my clothes to the floor next to the couch.
With the both us of us now nude, it was time to get down to business. I
couldn't wait to get a taste of that sweet little pussy below me!
Climbing up on the couch, I nestled in between her legs, laying on my
stomach with my legs against the arm of the couch behind me as she had
her head resting on the opposite arm so she could look down and watch me.
I pushed her inner leg up and had her rest it on the top of the couch
while her outer leg fell over the edge and dangled, not quite touching
the floor,
"Mmmmmmm, your pussy smells so sweet," I murmured, just loud enough for
her to hear me in the stillness of their living room.
Indeed, I could see the wetness of her pussy as the hair around it was
already damp and the odor of her sex filled my nostrils. My tongue
reached out and I let just the tip of it touch the top of her pussy slit.
Slowly I worked myself down, teasing her clit just a moment as I went by,
until my mouth was at the entrance to her pussy. Using my hand to pull
her apart, I could see her wet pussy hole as I plunged my face into her.
My face felt wet from her pussy juices and my noise rubbed up against her
clit as my tongue tried to push its way into her tiny pussy. Her hips
lifted reflexively and I put my hands under her ass to help hold her up
to make it easier to lick her pussy.
"Oh Kelly, that feel so good!" she moaned as she squirmed under me.
I used the flat of my tongue against her clit, applying pressure to it
and then lapping it up like a cat at a bowl of milk. God she tasted so
good! For a moment I imagined Ken's dick in her, how he must cum in her
and how it would taste to lick his cum as it drained from her pussy. I
licked at her pussy, trying to taste the cum I was imagining coating it
as she started to hump under me as if she was being fucked.
"Don't stop... oh my god don't stop now Kelly," she pleaded, her hands
suddenly on top of my head, pushing my face into her crotch as she raised
her hips up into it from the other direction.
She started to moan and even squeal a little as her passion began to
overtake her. I loved the feel of her tight little ass in my hands.
Even with my small hands I was able to get a good grip on her and she
felt so incredible soft yet firm.
"Cumming... oh I'm cumming!" she moaned, practically pulling my hair out
as she gripped my head and shoved it down into her crotch.
Her hips lifted upwards and stayed there as her body went rigid and she
started to cry out from the pleasure and lust that was overwhelming her.
I could feel her pussy pulsing under me, squeezing down and contracting
as if there was a cock in it to hold onto. I stuck my finger in quickly
to help her and her pussy grabbed onto me as if it had been offered a
sacrifice.
"Fuck me Kelly, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she went on and on.
I added a second finger to the first and stroked them in and out of her
pussy, literally fucking her with my fingers as I kept licking her pussy.
Her pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I rubbed my face into her, using my
nose to rub against her clit.
It seemed like hours but was probably more like five or ten minutes
before she finally relaxed and collapsed on the couch, dropping her leg
from the top of the couch onto the cushions. I wasn't quite done with
her yet not by a long shot!
"Oh I can't move," she said as she laid there, panting from her orgasm.
Nonetheless, I got up and put my right knee on the couch between her legs
and straddle her cute leg while I lifted up her inner leg. Pushing
forward, I advanced until my pussy was rubbing up against her and I
ground my bare pussy against her hairy one, feeling the coarseness of her
pubic hair against my smooth pussy. I only wished I had my double dildo
with me! Normally not a big dildo fan, I LOVE my double dildo as it lets
me get involved with other girls. Nonetheless, it still felt good to
grind our crotches together and I could feel the wetness of her cunt
against me.
"You like this?" I asked, not really expecting an answer so much as
making a statement of sorts.
"I've never done this before," she finally answered, her eyes starting to
glaze over. "It feels good though."
Sucking a guy while he sleeps is one thing but I wasn't into rubbing
pussies with a girl after she had passed out so I was against the clock
now if I wanted to get off myself. As I started to fondle myself, I knew
it wasn't going to take much when I had such a beautiful woman under me,
rubbing herself against my own pussy. With one hand keeping her leg from
falling back down and the other fondling my pussy, I slowly ground myself
against her in slow, deliberate circles.
Sure enough, it didn't take long and it was my turn to cum. I happened
to look across the room and on one of the end tables I say a large photo
of her and Ken on the beach, probably from their honeymoon. They made a
beautiful couple and I imagined what it would be like to have him join
about now. God I would love to feel a cock in me, alternating between me
and Cheri and finally cumming on both of our pussies as we presented
ourselves to him. The thought of Ken fucking the two of us was the final
straw as I started to cum.
I didn't bother trying to talk as she was about out of it anyway and I
doubt she had much of a clue as to what was happening by now anyway.
That was just a well since I wasn't sure vet even if I COULD say anything
intelligible in the state of mind I was in. I could myself beginning to
release my cum as it gushed from me and covered her pussy hair before I
ground it in with my pussy.
Finally it was my turn to be exhausted and I laid down beside her on the
couch. Fortunately neither of us was that big so we fit together nicely
so long as we were tight together and I wasn't about to complain about
THAT. I reached my head up to kiss her but she was out of it, her eyes
closed and her breathing heavy. It was OK, though, as just the feel of
her smooth naked body against me was enough to keep me horny all night!
My pussy was throbbing still from my orgasm and although the primary
fireworks had ended, there was still plenty of aftershocks to keep me
happy. Now and then one would be particularly strong and I would tense
and press against her until lit passed.
Chapter 3 Revenge is Sweet
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Who knows how long we would have stayed together on the couch, two nude
young women just enjoying the feel of our naked bodies (well, at least I
was as I doubted that Cheri was feeling ANYTHING at this moment). As
Fate would have it, I was never to know the answer to that question.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a door opening and footsteps.
"Cheri?" someone called out and I immediately recognized it as Pastor
Ken. Well, who else would it have been anyway?
"Hey baby, where are you?"
Before I could react he had made it into the living room where he came
upon a scene I doubted had never imagined he would ever see in his
lifetime his nude wife in the arms of another WOMAN.
"What the HELL?"
I turned my head and grinned at him.
"Hey Pastor Ken, how ya doing?" I asked in a sweet voice, as if nothing
was out of the ordinary. "So, do you want to join in or what?
"Shit, it would be you," he grumbled, his face turning darker and darker
shades of red. It wasn't embarrassment but rage as the veins began to
stick out from his forehead. "What the hell do you think you're doing
with my wife?"
I stood up and faced him, gathering my clothes and slipping in my jeans
quickly as I did.
"Well, THAT should be obvious, even to you," I taunted him. "Oh by the
way, she's a GREAT fuck."
I had my jeans on and my blouse but it wasn't buttoned. Searching about
desperately with my eyes, I remembered my shoes were by the door and
thankfully I had left my keys in the car.
"You little bitch, you'll pay for this!" he growled as he approached the
couch. I moved towards the door while he grabbed a blanket to throw over
Cheri. The few seconds it took him to cover her were all I needed to
make it to the door and grab my shoes. Its amazing how fast you can
move when you are fearing for your life! Well, he may not have killed me
but anything else was probably fair game.
"Well, if you ever touch me or threaten me again, I'll tell everyone what
I did her tonight with your wife... AND what you did to me."
It wasn't an empty threat as I had a lot less to lose than he did in the
deal. Before he could answer I was out the door and down the sidewalk to
my car. As late as it was, there was nobody around, thankfully, to catch
me half-dressed and I quickly slipped into my car and locked the doors.
I didn't see him pursuing me but you couldn't be too careful! Buttoning
my blouse, I slipped on my shoes and then headed for home.
Chapter 4 Back Home Again
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On the way home I realized I had never called to tell my parents where I
was. God, they must be worried sick about me! Looking in the rearview
mirror, I realized I looked pretty much like you would expect a girl to
look after an evening of sex disheveled and flushed. Oh well, they
were probably asleep anyone by now, laying back in their LazyBoys as they
watched some TV movie.
Once I got home and entered the basement, I saw my forecast had been
correct as they both were sound asleep, my dad snoring loudly as usual
when he was on his back. I used the opportunity to sneak by and head to
my room without waking them. I cringed as the stairs squeaked but then
they always did. Usually this worked in my favor as it signaled when
someone was coming but tonight it served the other side as a wakeup call
for my mom.
"That you Kelly?" she called out.
Busted! I turned back and headed down the stairs once again. Seeing my
blouse hanging out and the shape my hair was in, she rubbed her eyes as
if she must have been seeing me out of focus.
"What the heck happened to you?" she asked. Then she looked at the clock
and her eyes widened. "And where have you been? Wasn't church over
hours ago?"
All my life I've always told my mother everything about my sex life. She
was even the first to learn I'd lost my virginity. I've never kept
secrets from her and she even knew about my earlier problems with Pastor
Ken so her ears perked up as soon as she heard who I had been with this
evening. My dad must have finally realized I was home as well as he
shook his head, making me have to repeat the first part of my story over
again.
"You're kidding?" he said with a big grin on his face, "You really fucked
her? Sweet! Damn, what I would give for a piece of that ass!"
"John!" my mom chided him, "Now behave yourself!"
"Just speaking figuratively dear," he said apologetically. Yeah right,
he might never actually DO anything with Cheri but I didn't doubt he had
lusted for her more than a few times at church - like probably every
other man. My dad is a wonderful man, a loving husband and an incredible
father but he's still a male and has the same instincts and desires that
any normal man has. Next time he masturbated I knew who he would be
thinking about!
Speaking of masturbating, my pussy had started back up again as I told my
parents about my evening and I needed to get upstairs to my bedroom to
take care of it. Of course, I'm sure my dad wouldn't have minded if I
had just done it then and there but I was tired and there was no need to
get him TOO aroused to where it would end up being another hour or so
before I got to bed! I kissed them both goodnight and headed up to my
bedroom.
Laying in my bed as I played with myself, a broad grin broke out on my
face as I imagined the conversation Pastor Ken and Cheri would be having
whenever she regained consciousness. Hopefully she would remember
everything! God, he was furious!
Best of all, I finally felt vindicated with regards to Pastor Ken. I may
not have done anything physical to him, like he did to me, but I knew I
had hit him where it really hurts and where the pain doesn't go away as
quickly his ego. Based on how she talked it, he probably didn't know
about Cheri's college fling with her roomie and so having taken her
virginity, he undoubtedly felt assured that he was her only lover. Well,
now he would always have to remember this evening, the night she had sex
with ME.
What made me feel even better was that I knew that Cheri would always
remember the way I had licked her pussy and made her come. Ken could
never do to her what I had done, no man could, and it made me feel warm
inside knowing I would always hold a special place in her heart well at
least in her pussy, that he could never regain.
Moral of the story Don't fuck with Kelly!
THE END
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