Grace Wilkinson

The minister_s family

CHAPTER ONE

Reverend Corman was exhausted; it had been a very wearing day. He could still hear his wife moving around in the kitchen. Then she walked into the bedroom and snapped the light on and unzipped her housedress and let it fall to her ankles, bending to pick up the modest garment at her feet, and he saw the thin nylon strip of her panties tighten snugly between her firm full thighs, slipping tauntingly into the crease between her buttocks, catching there as she straightened up. The tall beauty walked across the room towards the closet, the dress folded over her arm, her smoothly rounded asscheeks quivering voluptuously.

Reverend Corman gaped at her, his mouth open. He'd never seen his wife like this. She was a modest prudish woman, embarrassed to undress in front of him even after fourteen years of marriage. And now she turned around, as quietly as before, slipping the straps of her brassiere down off her shoulders, unhooking the clasps at the back, sliding it off, so that her full, resilient breasts fell free. Just as nonchalantly, as gracefully as much at ease, she slipped her panties down over her firm quivering thighs. She stood before him for a moment, and he thought he had never seen anything quite so beautiful. The sight of her magnificent breasts, the breath-taking contours of her body, even the little triangle of golden hair at the base of her smooth white belly sent little shivers of joy through him, set his loins on fire.

Julie stood with her long legs spread apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, flaring hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her quivering pink tongue showing. The wet, petal-like, hair-lined lips of her cunt were presented to his eyes like a pagan virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her.

The golden triangular bush of her sparse pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the artificial light of the bedroom. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of her other parts, jutted out like two ruby-crested, snow-capped mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the warm flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.

"Bradley?" she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

"Julie…" her name choked past the minister's swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose and his maddeningly hammering cock began to assert its mastery over the mind and take control of his body.

Slowly, slowly, his voluptuously naked blonde wife lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her ripely straining breasts to her flanks. Brazenly, she cupped the firm white mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh.

Then, her hands were stroking her taut little belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her fingernails were just touching the fleece of her inviting pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed obscenely across her naked belly.

The young minister stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange, fascinating allure of this wildly seductive woman who was his wife. His frantically jerking penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal.

Slowly, Julie's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her softly curling pubic hair, blazing a path toward the narrow pink slit up between her outspread legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly glistening pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling red bud of her erect little clitoris to Brad's lust-ridden gaze.