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The Adventures of G Ch. 01

By: garterbelt



Chapter 1 How It All Started

I guess I'm a typical woman. I love pretty lingerie, shoes, especially high heels, clothes, make up.

I work in corporate America in a senior consulting position. My normal work clothes are a fitted suit with either a skirt or pants or a dress worn with heels and pantyhose. I still dress like that now however, my pantyhose wearing days came to an end one evening a few years ago and I've never looked back.

I was invited to a corporate social event and couldn't say no. I like going to these because I like to network and a lot of business has come from socializing. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked a guy I was seeing to escort me. It was a "semi formal" event, elegant short dresses (as opposed to gowns) and dark suits for the gentlemen.

I decided to wear a clingy, fitted black dress that came to just above my knees. It was a halter top style so I didn't need a bra. My breasts swelled out of the top. I wore a necklace with a pendant that nestled sweetly in my cleavage. I wanted to go bare legs so I tried the dress on with a pair of panties and in the mirror I could see the panty line. I got out a pair of toe to waist ultra sheer black pantyhose, tried them on under the dress with no panties and presto, no panty line. I wore 4 ½ inch black stiletto heel pumps and carried a small bag. I spent a lot of time on my hair and makeup and when I was ready, I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

My date picked me up and I could see in his eyes he approved of what he saw. We had a good time. We had a few drinks, had dinner and danced a bit. Every time we danced, he was uncomfortable holding me close. I had a feeling I knew why so I got very close and I could feel the beginning of an erection. This got me turned on and before you knew it; my nipples were straining against my dress, begging for attention. That caught his attention. I'm a bit of a tease, so when ever we danced I snuggled as close as I could and I could feel him getting harder and harder. That only got me going so I ground up against him. He was squirming! I was getting wet.

We sat as close as possible in the car. He walked me to my apartment door, leaned over and gave me a goodnight kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I started to put my tongue in his mouth when I felt his hand on my breast. I pulled my mouth away and asked him if he wanted to come in for coffee or something. He said "Something would be nice."

We got into my apartment and collapsed on the couch. His hand went in my dress and straight for my nipples. I leaned back and groaned. I reached behind my neck, undid the clasp, let the top down. He knelt down and I grabbed his head and pulled it to my breasts and he started to kiss and suck and caress first one then the other. His tongue swirled around my nipple, driving me wild. I reached down and could feel his hard cock through his pants. I gently massaged it; carefully because I didn't want him to come until I was ready. He was moaning and thrusting. I told him to stand up, take off his shirt and pants and lie down on the floor. I stood, straddling his face. Imagine his view, seeing my heels, long nylon clad legs disappearing under my dress, my bare breasts, nipples hard, just waiting to be caressed . I reached back, unzipped my dress and let it fall on his face I stepped out of it, still straddling his face and kicked it out of the way with my heels. I thought his cock was going to rip through his shorts. I turned around and sat on his face, grinding my dripping wet nylon clad pussy in his mouth. I lay on top of him and gently pulled his cock out. I ran my tongue down the underside slowly, down and up and took it in my mouth. I went up and down, swirling my tongue over the head. He was groaning and heaving and desperately trying to eat my pussy thru the pantyhose.

 I ground my wet, nylon clad pussy harder into his face wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I felt his hands move, heard a tear and suddenly I had a heavenly tongue exploring my pussy. He started to eat me, paying attention to my cilt and gently inserting a finger to explore my G spot. I was in heaven, a tongue on my clit, a finger gently rubbing my G spot and a gorgeous cock in my mouth when he suddenly came, filling my mouth with cum and then I came in a huge earthmoving orgasm. I collapsed on him, totally exhausted, cum dribbling from my mouth. I rolled over and had a look. I was still wearing my heels and panty hose but he had ripped the crotch out of them to get to my pussy. He told me he loved the way I looked, nylon clad legs, killer heels cum on my face and a somewhat limp cock in my hand. 

We cleaned up but he wouldn't let me take off the panty hose and heels. We lay in bed and he ran his hands up and down my legs and told me how sexy I looked and how he always loved stockings, heels and how they turned him on. 

"Have you ever worn a garter belt?" he asked me, "I think you would look so sexy"

The Adventures of G Ch. 02



My job requires that I travel extensively. Craig, the guy I was seeing asked me to go to a wedding with him. I was on my way home when I got stranded in Pittsburg. The airline couldn't get home until late the next day but in time to make the wedding. I called Craig and told him my problem. He told me he would pick me up at the airport and we could we go straight to the wedding.

Do men have any clue how long it takes to get ready especially when you have no dress, shoes or the right make up?

I was wandering through the airport I noticed my favorite lingerie store had just opened a store. I went in and found just the bra that would really enhance my cleavage. It was smooth black satin demi cup with discrete padding. They had a pretty matching panty with a wispy lace front. I was about to go to the dressing room to try them on when I remembered Craig saying:

"Have you ever worn a garter belt? I think you would look so sexy."

Well, next to the panties were matching garter belts. I thought, why not, so I took one to try on as well.

The sales assistant asked me if I had ever worn a garter belt before. 

"No." I replied.

"Will you be wearing it as day wear, evening wear or special occasions?" she asked.

"I was thinking of wearing it to a wedding." I said.

"You will find it totally comfortable and liberating compared to panty hose. You'll need a pair of stockings. I recommend sheer black with lace tops."

"Can I try them on?" I asked.

"Of course" she replied as she led me to the changing room.

"If you want to be a real garter girl" she whispered just as I entered the changing room, "remember to put your panties on last, otherwise when you want to take your panties off or get them off in a hurry, you'll have to take your garters off first. We garter girls always put our panties on last."

I hung my coat over the mirror on the door and started to get undressed. I reached back, undid my bra, slid the straps down my arm and took it off. I cupped my breasts and gently massaged them. I slipped off my shoes and started to wriggle out of my panty hose. I pulled them down over my butt. The panty rolled up as I pulled them down. I had one leg out but the second came off inside out and my panties were all twisted inside them.

I picked up the bra, put my arms through the straps, bent over, gently placing my breasts in the cups and fastened the hooks. I straightened up. It didn't feel comfortable. I gently placed my right hand in the left cup and lifted my breast until it nestled perfectly. I did the same on the right, gently lifting my breast. I ran my hands over the smooth satin, gently caressing my breasts. I was starting to get a little turned on.

I put the garter belt around my waist and fastened it at the back. I took the stocking out of the package, carefully bunched one up, put my toes in and slowly pulled it up, over my calf until it rested mid thigh. I caressed my leg, smoothing the stocking out. I attached the garter to the delicate lace top of the stocking. I took the second stocking and slipped it on, smoothing it out before attaching the garters to the lace. I took the panties and put them on, adjusting them so they were lying smooth in front, giving my clit a gentle caress in the process. 

I stepped into my pumps, turned to face the mirror and took the coat off the mirror to see how I looked. 

My breasts swelled out of my bra, nipples almost peeking out. The delicate garter belt around my waist, with the garter holding up my lace top stockings, perfectly framed the sheer black lace of my panties. I could just see my pussy through the lace. My eyes followed my stockings down my legs, to my pumps. Just looking at myself, I understood why Craig had wanted me in a garter belt.

I bought the outfit as well as an extra pair of stockings.

There are a lot of stores in the airport mall I went into a clothing store and bought a simple black satin dress that was 3 inches above my knees and showed my cleavage off perfectly. In a shoe store, I bought a new pair of black patent 4 inch sling back pumps and at a beauty salon, made arrangements for my hair and makeup the next day, then went to my hotel.

I got up early, had a relaxing bath put on my pretty new underwear and headed for the airport. I had my hair and makeup done then I went to pick up my dress. I put it on, and then slipped into my new shoes and voila! I looked hot if I do say so myself

It was a wonderful flight, all male crew, upgrade to first class and they couldn't do enough for me.

Craig's eyes went wide when he saw me walk out of the terminal. On the drive to the wedding he kept glancing over at me, peeking at my swelling cleavage. I crossed my legs and my dress rode up exposing my stocking tops. His hand "accidently" slipped off the shift lever on to my thigh feeling my garter. He apologized profusely. I patted him on the thigh to assure him it was OK but my hand accidently slipped and I could feel the start of a huge erection. It was going to be a fun night.

It was a beautiful wedding, one of the most elegant I have ever attended. 

We finally left. He invited me to his place for a night cap. We no sooner closed the door and we were in each other's arms. I tilted my head up and he kissed me hard on the lips. I forced my tongue in his mouth. We kissed, our tongues teasing each other. His hands wandered down, caressing me while slowly guiding me to the couch. Without breaking the kiss he sat me in the couch and knelt in front of me. His hands slowly caressed my feet, my calves my thighs and paused when he reached the top of my stockings. He lifted my skirt, leaned back to look and buried his face in my lace clad pussy. He gently took off my panties and started to kiss my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit sucking it then swirling all the time running his hands up and down my legs. I was in ecstasy.

I wanted him inside of me. I pulled his head away. He stripped off his shirt and I unzipped his pants, pulled down his shorts and his beautiful hard cock sprang out. I grabbed it, lay back, spread my legs and guided his cock toward my wet pussy. I teased my clit with the underside of his cock, then ran it up and down my pussy lips, teasing my clit again and then slowly took him inside me. I felt his hot cock sliding into my pussy, going deeper and deeper, waves and waves of pleasure washing over me until he was deep inside me. He started to pull out, and then he thrust again. I felt him inside me, the waves of pleasure building with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around his butt and dug my heels into him to encourage him. Faster and faster, harder and harder he thrust, filling my pussy with his cock each time, waves of pleasure, an orgasm building. Suddenly I came in a blinding flash with him deep inside me. A moment later he shuddered and I felt his cum spurting hard inside me. 

He collapsed, breathing heavily. He gently nestled between my breasts, kissing and licking my nipples while running his hands up and down my stockings, to my garter belt to my pussy.

I pulled myself away, pushed him down on the floor and twisted around, stretching my legs across his chest, nudging his face with my heels. He started to kiss and caress my feet and heels. I took his cock in my mouth, tasting his cum and my juices and started to gently suck it. I could feel him start to get hard. I swirled my tongue around the head, paying special attention to the underside then running my tongue up and down the underside while massaging his balls, continuing to tease his cock and moving my nylon clad legs over his body. He groaned in pleasure as he ran his hands over my legs and heels. He was writhing and groaning with pleasure as I swirled my tongue over his cock head then took him deep in my mouth over and over until he suddenly came again, filling my mouth with his cum. I licked my lips and swallowed as much as I could. He lay back panting and when he recovered he looked at me, taking in my heels, stockings, dress pulled up over my waist and cum on my lips.

"You are fantastic" he said to me "you could give lessons."



The Adventures of G Ch. 03



I had just returned from a trip and was getting ready to go out again when my partner called me into his office and told me we had landed a major contract in New York, it would take 6 months and the client wanted me to manage the project on site. The bad news was that I would have to move there for the duration of the project. Actually, I was excited at the prospect of moving to New York for 6 months. 

As soon as I got back to my office I called Gwen, my best friend who lives in New York to tell her the good news.

"Oh Honey," she said, "That's great except I have bad news. I have to go to Europe for three months on a fashion shoot and tour. But I have a great idea. Instead of staying in a hotel, stay at my apartment. I have a huge extra bedroom you can use. Mrs. Abernathy, my maid comes in 6 days a week to clean up and cook so it'll be just like living in a hotel but with all the comforts of home."

"That's tempting," I told her, "but won't it be a bother to keep Mrs. Abernathy just for me?"

"There is one tiny hitch," she said, "my son Johnny is still at home."

"Didn't he start college this fall?"

"Actually he graduated high school at 15 is now a college junior at 18, studying business. I didn't want him moving away so young so he goes to college in the city. He's very bright but extremely shy. He won't be a bother and I would really sleep better knowing someone would be staying with him while I'm away."

"OK," I agreed, not really knowing what I was letting myself into.

A week later I was in New York, knocking on Gwen's door. She gave me a big hug, introduced me to Jonny who could barely look me in the eye and gave me the tour. It was a beautiful, spacious apartment. She saved my room for last. It was gorgeous, a huge queen size bed, a French Provincial desk with a computer, a bath with a whirlpool tub and a huge walk in closet. 

It was like living in a hotel. The only time I saw Johnny was at dinner. When he learned what I did for a living, he asked if I would help him with assignments if he needed help. He was very bright and the problems he brought me were always complex challenges and I enjoyed the challenge.

I was enjoying living in the city. I loved the work and the nightlife.

I was out one Saturday evening, attending a corporate event and it was late when I got home. I quietly opened the door and let myself in. The apartment was dark and silent. I tip toed down the corridor to my room when I noticed a light shining from Gwen's door. I peeked in, expecting to see Gwen home for the weekend. What I saw shocked me!

The drawers of her dresser were pulled open. Bras, panties, stockings, slips, chemises, satin PJs, garter belts, and baby dolls of every color and style were scattered everywhere. Standing in the middle, wearing a satin robe was Johnny. He had a red satin bra in one hand, holding it to his chest and a pair of matching panties in the other. Sticking out of the robe was a huge, hard gorgeous cock. I couldn't believe my eyes as I took it all in. Suddenly he took the bra, wrapped it around his cock and began to slide it between the satin cups. The look on his face was ecstasy as he pumped slowly then faster and faster. The sight of that cock pumping in and out of that red satin bra started to really turn me on and I felt myself getting wet. He pumped and pumped until he stiffened and finally came, catching streams of cum with the panties until he was drained, then collapsing on the bed. 

I didn't know what to do. I quietly stepped back toward my room when a heel accidently clicked on the floor. I quickly tip toed to my room, went in and closed the door. The sight of that cock, pumping in and out of that red bra had really turned me on. As I walked to my bed, I unzipped my dress and walked out of it. I reached into my drawer, pulled out my two favorite toys; a small vibrator that drives my clit crazy and a 7 inch vibrating dildo that drives my pussy crazy, my magic wands. I lay out on the bed, pulled my panties aside and spread my legs. I licked the small vibrator, turned it on and started to massage my clit. The sensations of pleasure were indescribable as I swirled it around and around. I could feel an orgasm building but I needed more. I took the vibrating dildo, turned it on and gently inserted it in my wet pussy lips as I continued to massage my clit. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch feeling it fill me and feeling the sensations of it vibrating. I started to pump, in and out faster and faster, harder and harder, massaging my clit. Faster and faster, around and around, the sensations electrifying every pore in my body when I started to shudder and shudder, experiencing an earth moving orgasm. 

I lay on the bed, still in my bra, panties, stocking, garter belt and heels and as I tried to catch my breath I wondered how I was going to handle what I saw. I knew Johnny was extremely shy and lacked self confidence. I didn't want to embarrass him but on the other hand he had a lot of issues that needed attention. I got up, pulled on a robe and marched down the hall and knocked on his door.

"Come in" he stammered quietly.

He was sitting on his bed, dressed in shorts and a t shirt. I sat down beside him. He was quiet, very embarrassed and wouldn't look at me.

"I guess you saw me in Mom's room when you got home." He whispered.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not Really"

"I really want to help you." I told him, "Help me understand. I won't tell your Mom."

I touched his arm gently and slowly and painfully the story came out. 

When he was younger he discovered some of his mother's lingerie in the laundry hamper. He took it out. It was soft and smooth or lacy and it made him feel horny. He would try things on. His "thing" would get hard. When he massaged his "thing", it felt so good that he never wanted it to end. He would massage and rub until he came. Whenever he was frustrated, he would go to the laundry bin. He found the smell of the lingerie different but it always made him feel horny. He told me when his mother was away, he would go to her room, open her lingerie drawers and try on different things to make him horny and then he would rub himself until he came. He would wear lingerie in the house and even sleep in it because it felt so good. He found solace and comfort in his mother's lingerie.

He finished high school at a very young age, went to college and never had any friends his own age. The girls in school were always older that he was. They wanted "Johnny's" help in school but they thought him a smart little brother. He never went to his prom, never been on a date and had ever even kissed a girl. 

As we were talking, he kept his eyes down. I noticed he was glancing at me. His eyes kept going from me breasts to my legs to my heels and back. 

"Would you help teach me to have confidence around girls?" He stammered.

My heart went out to him.

"I'll help you," I said, "but you need to trust me and follow my lead."

"I'll do whatever you ask." He replied.

I moved toward him and gently kissed him on the lips. He pulled away surprised and licked his lips.

"What's that on your lips?" He asked, "I love the taste."

"You've never tasted lipstick before, have you?" I asked. He shook his head no. 

I moved closer, put my arms around his head, pulled him toward me and kissed him again. He responded and awkwardly put his arms around me, not really knowing where to put them. I forced my tongue in his mouth. He did the same to me. Our tongues darted around in our mouth and soon we were deep French kissing.

The thought of his young cock, that had never been kissed, sucked or in a pussy and that I was going to be the first, was really turning me on. He was starting to squirm. I dropped one arm down, caressed his chest, moved down and felt a huge hard on. I gently caressed his cock. He moaned with pleasure.

"Do you like it when I do this?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, please don't stop." He begged.

"Would you like me to teach you how to make love to a woman?" I whispered.

"Yes, yes. Please yes." He stammered.

"Would you like to touch my breasts?" I whispered, "I love to have my breasts caressed. I'll guide you" I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He held it there perfectly still.

"You can gently squeeze them and massage them." I said as I started to kiss him again. I felt his hands start to caress me as his tongue started to dart in and out of my mouth. He fondled me, his hands gliding over the smooth satin of my robe, exploring my breasts from one to the other. He slipped his hand inside my robe, gliding it over my bra, moving, caressing, then finding the gentle swell of flesh above the cups, he tried to slip his hand into the cup.

"Would you like me to take my bra off?" I said as I broke off the kiss and pulled back, untying the belt of my robe and shrugging it off. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched it slide off my shoulders, exposing my push up bra, breasts swelling out, nipples barely covered. I reached for the clasp, about to unfasten it when I saw the look in his eyes. I reached out to his hands, gently guided them to the clasp and showed him how to open it.

He unfastened the clasp, moved the cups to the side and released my breasts from their satin cocoon. He gently took one on each hand, fondling them. I felt my nipples start to harden. 

"You can kiss them, suck them, and caress them with your tongue round and round. See how they react when you do that." I said.

He looked in amazement as my nipples grew longer and harder. He knelt between my legs, put his head down and lost himself in my breasts. He kissed one, then the other. He sucked on a nipple, swirling his tongue. I felt it grow harder as he continued to tease it, sucking, kissing and caressing while rubbing his cock on my leg. 

All this breast attention was really turning me on. After what seemed an eternity, I pulled his mouth away. He was so excited. I could have let him play with them all night and he would have been happy. I wanted his first time to be special.

"Let me get undressed," I said "and we can continue on the bed."

I stood up and my robe fell. I still had on my bra so I dropped my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He looked up and saw me, dressed only in my garter belt, stockings, panties and heels, breasts free of my bra, nipples hard, still wet and shiny from his sucking and kissing. I started to unclasp my garters when he stammered

"Please, please could you leave your lingerie on?"

I smiled at him.

"Of course I will," as I lay on the bed, "come here beside me and kiss me."

He lay beside me and we started to kiss. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth as his hands continued to explore my breasts. I reached down and traced the outline of his cock on his shorts with my finger. I started to stroke it gently and slowly. Johnny started to moan and groan.

"Johnny, would like to play with my pussy?" I asked as I moved one of his hands from my breast to my panties.

His hand was very still. He could feel the dampness from my juices that had soaked my panties. He started to move his hand around, feeling the outline of my pussy lips, moving them up and down.

"Do you feel how wet I am?" I asked, "When a woman is wet, that means she is almost ready. I need a little more stimulation."

Taking his hand, I slipped it into my panties. I guided him along my pussy to my clit and showed him how to stimulate me. As he continued to play with my clit, I pulled my hand away, slipped it in his shorts and began to stroke his cock. We were both in ecstasy as we continued to pleasure each other. 

"Oh God!" He gasped, "Nothing has ever felt this good."

"Let's get rid of these." I said as I pulled my hand out of his shorts, grabbed them and pulled them off. His young virgin cock sprang out, standing at attention. I moved around, draping my nylon clad legs over his chest, heels near his face. He started to kiss and caress my legs and feet and heels. 

I took his cock and put the head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the head and then took him deep in my mouth. I pulled back to the head, swirled my tongue then eased it out and ran my lips down the underside. Then back to the head, into my mouth, a swirl the deep in my mouth over and over and over. Finally I was concentrated on the head, swirling over and over, when I tasted pre cum. It was his first time. I didn't want him cuming in my mouth, I wanted him in me. I pulled him from my mouth.

"Please, please keep going." He begged.

"Johnny, please, I want you to eat my pussy."

His eyes widened. I spread my legs and guided his head to my wet panty clad pussy. He started to kiss my pussy through my panties, nudging my clit with his nose.

"Pull off my panties," 

He moved around, I lifted my butt and he slipped my panties off. I spread my legs, pulled his head to my pussy and draped my legs on his back. He started to kiss over and over.

"Johnny, use your tongue, go up and down my pussy lips."

He started to lick my pussy, up and down. I reached down and spread them wide, exposing my clit.

"Johnny, swirl your tongue on my clit, around and around then go up and down then...."

I couldn't talk as the waves of pleasure washed over me as Johnny ate my pussy. His tongue swirled my clit, explored my lips and returned again and again to my clit, the pleasure building and building. I pulled his head away, looked him in the eyes and said,

"Johnny, make love to me. I want you inside me."

He moved up, his cock erect. I took it and guided it to my pussy. I inserted the head in my pussy lips and gently ran it between them over and over. I guided it to my clit and massaged it with the underside of his cock. I guided it along my pussy and then, took him deep inside me.

The feeling of his cock filling me almost made me cum. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy. I pulled my hips back, feeling him move out of me, then thrusting, driving him deep, filling my pussy. The wave of pleasure was incredible. He started to pump, each thrust filling me and raising the heights of pleasure, faster and faster, orgasm building, wave and wave of pleasure almost cresting. I wanted us to go together for his first time. I held back, the mounting pleasure almost painful, his cock filling me over and over. Suddenly he stiffened and I felt him cum deep inside me and let myself go, an orgasm washing over me as he continued to cum over and over inside me.

He collapsed on me, totally spent. I held him in my arms as he nuzzled my breasts.

"That was the most incredible experience of my life," he said simply, "thank you."

"Johnny," I said "you don't need to thank me. I think all you needed was a little self confidence. Now, little Johnny has grown up. Tonight, for the first time, you made love with a woman. I'm happy that was me, Jonathon, that I was the first to fondle your cock, to suck it. There are many ways to make love to a woman. I'm happy my pussy was the first one your cock made love to. I'll teach you many ways to make love while I'm here. We have all the time in the world."



The Adventures of G Ch. 05



I loved living in New York. I had a great job that gave me a lot of personal satisfaction. I was helping an organization grow and develop, and we were really seeing some hard results. At home, I was helping a young man grow and develop as well. When I first arrived, I met a shy boy. As time went on, he was turning into a fine young man and learning how to satisfy all of a girl's needs.

I have a morning routine. I get up, go into the bathroom. I shower, I brush my teeth. I do my makeup and hair, slip on a rope and have a light breakfast. Once I'm done, I get dressed and get out the door.

I was really enjoying living in, my friend's apartment, and especially enjoying Jonathan's company. He got up every morning and had breakfast with me. I think it was probably for two reasons. The first was he genuinely enjoyed my company. The second was he like to imagine was underneath my robe. Occasionally, just to tease him, before I went out for breakfast, I would slowly caress my breasts, gently pinching and squeezing my nipples until they're hard and then slipping on my robe and clinching it tight. I love to watch the reaction of his eyes staring at my nipples.

One Friday morning after breakfast, I went back to my room to change. I slipped off my robe, reached for my garter belt, put it around my waist and fastened it. I smoothed down the red silk and lace and reached for a stocking. I bunched the stocking up, put my toe in and slowly pulled it up my leg, smoothing it along the way and fastening it to the garters. I took the other stocking and did the same thing. I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure that my stockings were straight and that were no wrinkles. I slipped my arms into my bra straps and reached around and fastened the hooks. I straightened the straps on my shoulders and gently lifted first my right and then my left breast, nestling them properly in the cups. I stared at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, for an old lady. 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that I hadn't fully closed the door. I thought I could see the glimmer of a pair of eyes. I moved around the room, then suddenly lunged for the door and pulled it open. There stood Jonathan, eyes wide open, a huge bulge in his satin pajamas and his face as red as a beet!

"Jonathan, "I said crossly, "a lady deserves her privacy!"

He didn't know what to say. I could see that my tone had really upset him.

"Come here ", I said, "If you're so curious about how a lady dresses, help me dress."

His eyes opened wide his head nodded yes! He came into my room and closed the door behind him.

"Good, "I said, "Help me get into my panties. "

He just stared at me. I reached over grabbed my panties, handed them to him and said "Come on, help me put these on."

He knelt in front of me. He took the panties and held them and guided my right foot and then the left into them and slowly, slowly, slowly pulled them up, running his hands along my stockings.

"Are they nice and smooth around my butt? "I said, "I don't want any panty lines. "

I felt his hands moving over my butt gently, smoothing my panties to make sure that I had no wrinkles. I glanced down and I could see his hard cock standing straight up. I stretched out my nylon clad foot, and slowly caressed his hard cock through the satin of his pajamas. I could see the look of pleasure on his face. I sat down in the edge of the bed.

"Come over here, pull your pajamas down, "I said, "and lay down in front of me. ".

He pulled down his pajamas and his cock sprung free. He lay down in front of me his cock standing straight up and twitching a little bit. I reached out with my foot and started to caress his cock. I could see the look of pleasure on his face. I gently rubbed up and down on the underside slowly, slowly increasing my speed I could see him squirm with the pleasure.

I moved my other foot over, put them together and created a nylon foot pussy. I started with the tip and engulfed his cock. I slowly started to stroke up and down and up and down and I could see the look of pleasure on his face.

I stroked him faster and faster along the length of his cock with my nylon foot pussy. He was writhing in pleasure, thrusting up faster and faster to match my stroking until finally he came, spurting all over my stockings. I continued to stroke him milking every drop of cum out of his hard cock.

Jonathan just lay on the floor, a look of ecstasy on his face moaning with pleasure, my nylon clad feet, drenched in his cum, resting on his softening cock.

"I can't wear these stockings." I said, "Please get me a clean pair from my lingerie drawer. It's the top drawer on the right."

I took my cum soaked feet off his cock. He struggled to his feet, his limp wet cock dangling between his legs. He went to the dresser and pulled open the drawer. The look on his face was like Aladdin when he entered the cave full of treasurers when he saw my collection of bras, panties, garter belts, chemises, corsets and stockings.

"You have such pretty underwear." he said as he reached out to gingerly pick out a pair of stockings, "What colour would you like?"

"Black lace top please." I replied.

He carefully picked out a pair, closed the drawer and came back to the bed.

"Take these cum soaked stockings off and help me put on a new pair." I told him.

He laid the stockings down on the bed and knelt before me. He reached up, unfastened the garters on my right leg and slowly slid the stocking down, caressing my thigh and calf. I stepped out of the stocking. He reached up, unfastened my left stocking and slipped it off as well. He took the new stocking, carefully bunched it up and drew it up my leg, smoothing it to make sure there were no wrinkles. He ran his hands up and down my legs several times, always spending a little more time than necessary on the lace tops, "accidently" brushing my pussy every time he checked the lace top.

I looked down as he smoothed the sheer nylon on my leg and I could see his cock was getting hard again. I watched him as he fastened the garters. By the time he was finished, he had a full raging hard on.

I stroked him with my foot."Poor Jonathon," I said, "I'm going to be late and I can't help you concentrate now. Will you be home when I get back from work?"

"Yes." He stammered.

"Good." I said, "Now help me with my heels."

Lying beside the bed was a pair of my favorite shoes, black patent leather, pointy toes, 4 1/2 inch stilettos. H took a shoe, I raised my foot and he gently slipped it on. I put my hand on his head to balance myself as he slipped the other shoe on. He knelt in front of me as if worshiping my legs.

"You're not done yet, you need to help me get dressed."I said.

I handed him my blouse, he helped me put it on and then slowly did up the buttons, starting from my neck, over the swell of my bra covered breasts and down to my waist. I handed him my skirt. He unzipped it and held it on the floor for me to step into and pulled it up my hips. He tucked my blouse in, zipped it up and smoothed it out. I could feel his hands pause when he passed over the garters. He took my jacket and helped me slip it on and I was ready to go.

"Thank you Sir ", I said, "I appreciate this very much. I want you to study hard today, and maybe we'll go out to dinner tonight."

I turned on my heel opened the door and walked out of my room and bumped into Mrs. Abernathy. I had no idea how long she had been there or what she had heard. She gave me a stern look and motion with her head that we should go into the kitchen.

"I know exactly what's going on here between you and that boy. "she said.

I didn't know what to say. I was scared that perhaps old my friend, everything including my friendship with her. 

I stared Mrs. Abernathy straight in the eye. "Whatever do you mean? ". I asked.

"You know in exactly what I mean. "she said , "and I have to tell you. I fully approve with what you've done to that boy".

I was stunned!

"He was a boy, " she said, " living in a world of adults. He was immature, try and self-centered. You helped them become a mature young man. Your secret is safe with me.".

I breathed a huge sigh of relief knowing that our secret, although it was no longer a secret, was still safe. I grabbed my purse and my briefcase, and was out the door to solve the problems of the world.



The Adventures of G Ch. 06



It was late in the day. I sat in my office, door closed. I had trouble concentrating all day. My thoughts went back to happened that morning. I kept seeing Jonathon lying on my bedroom floor, hard cock under the sole of my foot then the look of pleasure on his face when he came in my nylon foot pussy. His running his hands over my body as he helped me dress. Just thinking about it made me wet. The more I thought of that hard cock spurting all over my nylons...

I slipped into my private restroom. As I pulled down my panties I realized how wet they were with my love juices. I slipped them off, straightened my skirt and decided nothing else was going to get done at the office that day. I put my panties in my purse, turned off the lights and went back to the apartment.

I arrived back home about six o'clock, walked in the door and could smell the aroma of a delicious supper. Mrs. Abernathy had obviously outdone herself today. Jonathon was waiting for me, a glass of red wine in each hand.

"I thought you might need this." he said.

"When will diner be ready?" I asked while taking a deep sip.

"It's in the oven, about half hour. I put the timer on." he replied.

"So I have enough time to get changed." I said, turning and walking down the hallway to my room, "You helped me dress this morning. How would you like to help me change?"

He put down his glass and hurried after me. I walked into the middle of my room and turned to face him. He stood there and I could see a bulge starting to form in his crotch.

"You can start with my jacket." I said. 

I turned around as he approached me. As he was sliding the jacket off my shoulders I took a slight step backwards and "accidently" bumped into him. I could felt his growing cock. I ground my hips into him and I heard him moan softly. He stepped back and started to unzip my skirt.

"That's not the right order," I said as I turned around to face him, "first comes my blouse."

Fingers trembling, he reached out and started to unbutton my blouse, starting at my neck and working his way down over the swell of my breasts until it hung open, exposing my lace and satin bra, breasts straining to get out. I glanced down at him and saw he now had a raging hard on.

"Like what you see?" I asked as he slipped my blouse off, "I want to see what you have, so show me."

H stepped back, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, let them fall to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them to the side and stood there, his hard cock pointing straight at me.

"Oh, I like what I see," I said, "kneel in front of me and take off my skirt."

He knelt down, reached around me, undid the button and pulled the zipper down. He slid my skirt down slowly, first exposing my garter belt, down over my hips, exposing my pussy six inches from his face. He looked up at me, eyes wide. 

"You're not wearing panties!" he said.

"Go for it." I said as I spread my legs slightly; thrust forward and he buried his face in my pussy and started to run his tongue along my pussy lips stopping to tease my clit while I felt his hands caressing my legs down to my heels and back up to the lace top of my stockings.. I shuddered with pleasure and let him play with my pussy and legs for a few minutes. 

But I wanted more than a tongue on my clit. 

"Lie down." I ordered.

He laid on his back, cock standing straight up. I stepped out of my skirt. I was still wearing a bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. I straddled him.

"I've been dreaming about your hard cock all day, since you came on my stockings. I haven't been able to concentrate. I took my panties off because they got soaked thinking of your hard cock. I need it and I want it now." I said as I lowered myself until I could feel his cock on my pussy lips. Then, in one slow long thrust, I took him inside of me.

It was pure ecstasy as his hard cock filled my pussy. I say motionless, feeling him inside me. I bent over him, putting my hands on his shoulders. He reached up and cupped my lace covered breasts and started to squeeze them gently. I started to pump, the waves of pleasure building as he filled me with each thrust. I leaned over, pushing my breasts into his face pumping faster and faster until I shuddered and came in a final wave of ecstasy, drained and I collapsed on Jonathon, panting, trying to regain my breath.

"I so needed that." I said when I could finally speak. Then I realized he was still hard, inside me, "Oh you poor baby. You didn't cum."

"You came so fast," he said as I slid off him and I felt his cock slide out of me. I rolled onto my back and he snuggled up to me, his cock pressed against my leg and a lace covered breast still cupped in his hand.

"It was wonderful," I whispered," but now it's your turn. I want to suck your cock. " He moved up until his gorgeous cock was in front of me. I gently grabbed the shaft with one hand, his balls with the other, brought the head to my lips and started to lick the head while I massaged his balls. Around and around the head I went, paying particular attention to sensitive part just underneath and behind the head. He groaned and tried to thrust into my mouth but I pulled back.

"No, not yet," I whispered, "just relax and enjoy it. There'll be lots of time for that later."

I kept licking him, from the base to the tip on the top, over the head, swirling a few times in the" spot", then down to the base and then starting over, up his shaft over the head, swirling and swirling and swirling over the spot, using my lips until I suddenly took him deep in my mouth and down my throat.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he moaned, "it feels so good," as I pumped his hard cock with my mouth. 

I could feel his body start to stiffen up but I didn't want him to cum just yet so I took him out of my mouth. I looked up and him while I caressed the top of my breasts with his cock as he started to thrust.

"Would you like to cum in the pleasure valley between my breasts?" I asked. He nodded yes.

I reached around and unfastened my bra. I slowly slid the straps down over my shoulders, pulled out my right arm, grabbed the strap with my left hand and peeled my bra off, exposing my breasts, nipples hard. He moved his cock between them and started to pump.

"I'll teach you a better way," I said as I lay on my back, "straddle me and put your cock between my breasts." He straddled me, placing his cock in the pleasure valley between my breasts. I squeezed them together, making a soft warm pussy hot of hot breasts. He started to slide his cock between them, his cock head popping out with each thrust. I moved my head and on the next thrust, his cock head popped out from between my breasts and slid into my warm wet mouth. Before he pulled back, I swirled my tongue around his cock head. He started to pump faster and faster, into my breast flesh, into my mouth, out of my breasts, deep into my breasts and into my mouth and out of my breasts, faster and faster until he stiffened and on one final deep thrust came in huge spurt into my open mouth and all over my face and chin. I licked his cum off my face as best I could and released my breasts, freeing his spent cock. I took it into my mouth, licking it clean from his cum, tasting my juices on it as well.

"That was fantastic," he panted as he laid down bedside me, "I never dreamed it could be so good, cuming between your breasts."

"You still have lots to experience," I told him as gently caressed his cock, "we have all the time in the world to experience the pleasure we can bring each other."

"Can I ask you a question?" he stammered softly.

"Of course." I said.

"Did you really, well I mean...."

"Come on, say it. Don't be shy." I whispered.

"Did, you really take your panties off because you, my... "

"Yes, thinking of you," I whispered in his, as I caressed his hardening cock, "thinking of your hard cock spurting hot cum all over my stockings and then the feel of your hands on my body as you helped me dress, got me so wet I had to take them off. If you don't believe me, they're in my purse."

We lay there for a few minutes, our bodies entwined, caressing each other.

"I think I should check on dinner." he said as he started to untangle himself and stood up.

"Good, "I said, "do I have time to shower and change?"

"Are you going to change?" he asked, sounding disappointed.

"Well, I'm hardly wearing anything." I replied, then realizing what he meant, said, "You like the stockings, garter belt and heels don't you"

He turned beet red.

I stood up and embraced him, rubbing a stocking clad leg against his.

"Do you want me to wear heels and stockings and a garter belt to dinner? Does that get you excited?"

"Yes." he whispered.

"All right, I'll see what I can find," I told him, "but what are you going to wear? I want you to surprise me! Go and check dinner while I freshen up. I'll be out in 15 minutes."

I shooed him out of my room, closed the door, kicked off my heels and started to unfasten my stockings as I walked to the bathroom to shower.



The Adventures of G Ch. 07



I stood in the shower, warm water cascading on my body, gently soaping my breasts, teasing my nipples, thinking about what had just happened and what the night might bring. I started to feel a tingling in my pussy. I reached down with one hand, found my clit and started to play with it while massaging my breasts with the other. 

It felt so good. I love having my clit and nipples stimulated at the same time. Round and round on my clit and nipples, slowly going faster and faster, I could feel an orgasm building. An image of Jonathon's hard cock flashed into my mind. I could have my finger on my clit and cum now or orgasm with his cock driving my pussy crazy later. 

I decided to wait.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself in a big soft towel and slowly dried myself off. I love the feel of a soft towel ticking my erect nipples. I walked over to my lingerie drawer to find something to wear.

I knew all Jonathon wanted me to wear was a garter belt and stockings but I know men. 

Men love breasts. They love to look at our breasts, to touch them, caress them, fondle them, massage them, squeeze them, nuzzle them, nibble them, bite them, kiss them, bury their faces between them, lick them, suck them, rub their cocks on them, bury their cocks between them, fuck them, cum on them and rub their cum into them.

Men look at us and love to imagine what type of bra we're wearing whether it's a balconette, shelf, demi-cup, deep plunge, push-up, sheer, strapless, open cup, cup less, shelf, or bustier (with stockings of course). They imagine what it looks like covering our breasts; imagining the swell of our cleavage, our nipples hidden beneath the fabric. 

Some men like to unfasten the clasp, slide the straps down, ease the cups away slowly reveal the breasts until the erect nipples come into view then finally taking the bra off. 

Some men like to slide the straps down until the cups fall away exposing the breasts nipples hard and waiting for attention.

Some men like to slip breasts out of the cups so they are squeezed together by the bra, nipples almost touching and they don't want us to take it off.

As much as men love breasts, bras drive them wild with the anticipation of what's to cum.

I looked through my bras until I found exactly the one I wanted, a red, very sheer, balconette shelf bra. I slipped my arms into the straps, reached behind and fastened the clasp. I adjusted the straps and nestled my breasts properly in the cups. I looked in the mirror. There was a beautiful swell of flesh above the cups exposing half my breasts, my nipples made two very attractive bumps and I could just faintly see my areolas through the fabric. This, I thought, will drive Jonathon wild.

I found a matching garter belt and put it on. I chose sheer white stockings, with lace tops and teased them up my legs, smoothing them to make sure there were no wrinkles and fastened them to the garters. I slipped on a pair of red 5 inch peep toe stilettos. I sat down at the vanity and did my makeup and hair. Fluffy curls, smoky eyes and red lips to match my outfit and I was ready.

I stood up and then I had a wicked thought. I sat down and started looking through my make up until I found a light pink lipstick. I spread my legs and made up my pussy, applying lipstick to my pussy lips and especially on my clit. The color matched perfectly.

I didn't have a red robe to finish my look but I knew from "that night," that Gwen had one. I supposed she wouldn't mind if I borrowed it. I slowly opened the door to my room. I could hear noises coming from the dining room as Jonathon got dinner ready. I slipped down the hall into Gwen's room and into her closet. I found exactly what I was looking for, a full length red satin robe, with a shawl collar and black lace detailing at the sleeves. I put it on, tied the belt and went down the hall to dinner.

The dining room lights were out, the room lit by flickering candles making a very romantic setting. 

Jonathon was standing, waiting for me, wearing a beautiful satin robe exactly like mine but in black with red lace detailing! He looked gorgeous! I went up to him, put my arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. I ran my hands down his back and over his butt and I felt the outline of underwear. 

"You are very sexy in that robe." I told him as I moved a hand around to the front of his robe and felt a hard constrained cock trying to escape, "I can't wait to see what's underneath." 

"God, you are beautiful." he stammered as he ran his hands down my back, pausing slightly over my bra straps then moving down over my garter belt and down the garters feeling my stocking tops. "I have a surprise or two for you."

"Did we shop at the same store?" I asked as I gave his cock a squeeze.

He blushed.

"I guess we both borrowed from your mother's closet, didn't we? I think we should have our dinner." I said a bit breathlessly feeling his hand caress my butt.

He walked over to my chair and pulled it out for me. I sat down, crossing my legs. My robe accidently slipped open, exposing my stocking top. I looked up and saw Jonathon enjoying the view. 

"Let's enjoy our dinner," he said as he sat down and we did. We talked and laughed and enjoyed the food and each other's company. He told me about his upcoming graduation and going to grad school. He asked me about my job and I what I would be doing when my present assignment was over. He was a perfect gentleman. He wouldn't let me do anything. He served, cleared the table and finally when we were enjoying our coffee, he reached over and held my hand.

"I want to thank you for making me feel so special and for everything you've done for me."

"Thank you for the wonderful, romantic dinner," I said, "It was perfect. You are a wonderful young man, Jonathon. You really know how to make a girl feel special. "

"The pleasure is mine," he said, "the pleasure you gave me. I never dreamed anything could be so good. I remember when you came home and caught me in my mother's room. You never laughed or yelled at me, you just loved me in a way I never thought I would experience."

"Jonathon," I said, "the pleasure was mine as well. You gave me your most precious gift. I was the first woman you made love to. It was my pussy you first entered and in my pussy where you first came."

"You always make sure I get pleasure first," he whispered, "Now I want to give you pleasure first."

He came over and stood in front of me. I reached up and slowly pulled on the robe's belt, letting it open.

He stood there, wearing beautiful black satin panties with red lace trim. His hard cock was straining against the fabric, a small spot of precum already forming at the tip. 

I reached out and cupped his bulge and started to gently caress it through the silky fabric with one hand, cupping his balls in the other, massaging them gently, moving my hands over the lace, feeling the contrast between the fabrics. Jonathon moaned softly.

"You know how much I love a man in lingerie; look what panties do to a man. You look so hot!" I said as I continued to caress and fondle him, "You know what I'd like to do with this?" 

As I said that, I grabbed the top of his panties and pulled the front down, freeing his cock and balls. I guided him to my mouth with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue round and round his cock head, teasing the underside while continuing to fondle his balls.

"No, no you'll make me cum," he moaned, "I don't want to cum yet. I want to give you pleasure first."

I looked up at him and let his cock slip from my mouth.

"You are giving me pleasure," I said, "Your robe, your cock in panties,,,"

He dropped to his knees in front of me, reached out and yanked the belt of my robe.

"Oh my god," he said as my robe fell open and slipped off my shoulders. 

He leaned over, our lips met and we started to kiss passionately, tongues dashing in and out of each other's mouths. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stocking covered leg. He broke the kiss and started kissing my chin, down my neck over the swell of my breasts to the edge of my bra to my covered nipples. He tried sucking them through the fabric. He reached up to my shoulders and slid my bra straps down releasing my breasts from the cups, He hungrily nibbled and sucked my nipples as I moved my right foot so he could rub his cock on my stocking while I massaged his balls with the toe of my stiletto.

We were both moaning with the pleasure we were giving each other.

He started to lick and kiss my breasts, working his way down, kissing the underside which no one had ever done before, really turning me on, continuing down my stomach. I spread my legs wider and he continued down the top of my leg, kissing and fondling, over my knee down to my ankle, gliding his hands and lips over the smooth nylon, down to my stilettos. He kissed and fondled my foot and shoe. He kissed the tip of my stiletto then took the heel in his mouth, sucking it like a cock then started working his way up the inside of the other leg, from my shoe, past my ankle, up my inner thigh, kissing and caressing. He went from one leg to the other, kissing lace stocking tops and then the bare flesh, kissing higher and higher until I felt his nose brush my pussy.

I could feel his hot breath as his tongue lightly bushed my pussy lips. I could feel it exploring, finding my clit.

Suddenly he rammed his mouth and tongue in my pussy, sucking and licking furiously at the same time. I knew he tasted the lipstick on my pussy lips and it drove him wild. I squirmed with pleasure, grabbed his head and held him as he ran his tongue on my pussy and clit, over and over while rubbing his cock against my stockings. I could feel an orgasm building and building but I didn't want to cum this way. I pulled his head away from my pussy.

We looked at each other and said together, "I want you now!"

I hopped up on the dining room table leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs. He stood there for a moment, his hard cock pointing at me, took one step forward and thrust into me, a wave of pleasure as his cock filled my pussy. He started to thrust frantically, too fast.

"Slow down Jonathon," I gasped, "slow down and make it last." But he was crazed with lust and started to thrust even faster.

I bent my legs, put my stilettos on his chest, dug the heels in. I could see him wince as I pushed him away and I felt his cock slip out of me. He looked so surprised and disappointed.

I just looked at him. Then I let my right foot drop as I streached my left foot out, rested it on his shoulder and hooked the toe of my stiletto around his neck. His hands instinctively pressed my leg to his chest. I moved my right leg around his butt and pulled him toward me. He started to kiss my ankle as he caressed my leg, moving up to my shoe, kissing my toes through the peep hole in my stiletto. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my leg.

I smiled at him and gently guided his cock into my pussy. A wave of pleasure washed over me as he entered me and filled me. I held him tight with my right foot, just wanting to feel him inside of me as I felt his hands caress my leg and his lips sucking on my toes. I relaxed my right foot and he began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, encouraging him by rubing my right foot over his butt. 

Waves of pleasure washed over me as he thrust in and out of me, his hands caressing my stocking clad leg, his lips sucking my toes, grinding my stilletto on his face, the sensation of nylon rubbing his butt. His cock fillied my pussy with every thrust, mading me oblivious to everything except the building ogasim until I finally came and a second or to later, in a dense fog of extacy, I heard him groan and felt him cum inside me.

He collapsed on me, our breathing ragged as we tried to regain our senses. 

"Oh my god", he finally gasped, "I..that..that was the most incredible, intense pleasure I have ever felt in my whole life."

"It was wonderful for me too," I said, "you are learnig how to really please a girl."

"I have a beautiful and wonderful teacher." he replied.

"Thank you." I said, "Let's see if we can find a place that's a little more comfortable."

He helped me off the table.As I reached out to take his cock in my hand; I glanced down and saw he was wearing my mules! My mind flashed back to his slipping them on last time in the dining room.He had planned this all along. As I lead him to my bedroom, feeling his cum slowly drippping down my leg, his cock slowly getting harder in my hand, I strarted to think, 

"What else do I need to teach this boy?"



The Adventures of G Ch. 08



As I lay in the Jacuzzi, bubbles gently caressing my body, my mind started to wander back to when it all started.

I was born in a small town in the deep South into a deeply religious family. 

I guess I had a typical childhood. We attended church twice on Sunday, and of course every Wednesday evening. As I grew up, I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life, I thought I might want to enter the business world. When I graduated from high school, I decided to take a year off and work before I went to college. I hoped this would help me make up my mind exactly what I wanted to do in life.

There was an opening at our church for assistant to the pastor. I decided to apply and when I got the job. I was really really happy. I remember my first day at work. I arrived early, dressed in my prettiest summer dress and heels ready to take on the world. Little did I know that that day would change my life.

My new boss was our pastor. Brad was in his late 20s, a very handsome man. To be honest, I had a bit of a crush on him after hearing him preach Sunday after Sunday. I was thrilled to be working for him.

I worked very closely with Brad and admired his strength, and his deep abiding faith in God. I was slowly falling in love with him.

About two months after I started work, we received wonderful news! Brad was being elevated to Bishop. We were so excited when he was finally ordained. Imagine our humble church having as its pastor, our local bishop! His deep humility in taking this new position made me fall even more deeply in love with him. I especially admired the way he treated and dealt with the assistant pastor, Emmet and Jimmy, a seminarian who was spending a year of formation in our church. All three were single, so they lived in a big house together. Emmet, the youth pastor, was a wonderful outgoing guy who is great with children. Jimmy, our seminarian, was a shy boy who couldn't look at me in the eye and chat. I often wondered how Jimmy was going to make it as a minister if he couldn't even talk to his parishioners.

As time went on Brad and I spend more and more time together and we realized that we were falling in love with each other. Then one great day it happened! It was a Saturday. I was in the church, tidying up and preparing for services on Sunday. Brad came in at the front of the church went down on one knee, took my hand and asked me to marry him. I said yes!

The next two months was a flurry of preparation and organization for the wedding while still trying to keep the church open and keep Brad on his busy schedule as the new bishop. The one big change was that he had to travel every second week to visit different churches in our area. He would leave on Wednesday afternoon, and not return until Monday midday. He never went alone, he always took our deacon Duncan and our assistant pastor Emmett. It was hard trying to organize a wedding with him being away so much but we managed to do it. Thank you Lord for guiding us through this and for giving us Skype, MSN, texting and cell phones.

I was so excited when our big day arrived. We stood in front of our congregation, family and friends and were united together in holy matrimony until death do us part. Our reception was beautiful, and I anxiously awaited truly become Brad's wife that night.

When the reception was over we got into the car and drove for about an hour to Columbus. We checked into a hotel and went up to our room, and I was quivering with excitement. 

Once we're in the room I turn to Brad and said, " Honey, could you just go into the bathroom for a minute or two and let me change?"

"Sure." he said as he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I quickly slipped out of my gown letting it fall on the floor. I unfasten my bra, slipped it off and dropped it on my dress. I wriggled out of my panties, unhooked my stockings rolled them down and took off my garter belt and stepped out of my shoes dropping my lingerie on my bra. I slipped into a beautiful white lace gown, a pair of white marabou slippers on my feet and called out to Brad, "Honey, I'm ready. you can come out now."

Brad came out of the bathroom taking off his jacket looking at me. He had a very strange look on his face. I went up to him, put my arms around him and gave him a deep kiss, trying to spread his stiff lips a with my tongue.

He pulled away from me and said, "One thing you must understand, something now at the outset of our marriage. With our belief in God, sex is not recreation. God did not intended it for pleasure. He only intended it for procreation. Sexual congress is not something to be done for enjoyment. We must, as god intended, as man and wife, procreate."

I stood there, stunned!

He took a step back and said to me,"Take your gown off , you look like a harlot. Then lay down on the bed naked and spread your legs."

Frightened, I backed up until my legs hit the bed and I sat down. I laid back, removed my gown and spread my legs.

He quickly took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and let them drop them to the floor. He pulled down his shorts and out sprang his penis, angry, huge, erect and pulsing. He approached me lying on the bed, his penis pointing at my vagina.

"You are the receptacle of my seed. I pray it falls on fertile ground and is not wasted."

He stood there for a moment then suddenly thrust his penis as hard as he could into my vagina. I felt a jolt of pain rack through my body as he tore my hyman. I let out a small scream. He pumped several times and suddenly he went stiff and through the pain, I felt something warm explode inside of me. He had just ejaculated. He pulled his penis out, glistening with his sperm and the blood from my hyman. 

"We will do this once a month," he said," at the time when you are most fertile to create new life but only at that time until such time as you become with child."

I lay in the bed, sobbing quietly, sore from the brutal treatment he gave me and wondered, " My God, what have I gotten into? God, why you punish me so?"

That was the start of our married life. Once a month when he calculated that I would be at my most fertile. I was commanded to lie on the bed, spread my legs and he would take me as he did that first night with no passion, no love. no preparation, always reminding me that it was my wifely duties to be the receptacle of his seed for his seed. 

I fervently prayed I would not get pregnant. In fact, I had visited my physician and confided my secret to her. She was kind enough to give me the medication that I needed. I had to be very very careful. If Brad found out he would've been extremely angry, for he believed that to use any type of birth control was a sin. He believed it was a sin, because you would take it to prevent becoming pregnant so you could engage in sex for recreation and not pro-creation.

I guess one of the other new facets of my life was moving into our official residence. Although I knew that there were three men living there, I guess I didn't realize at the time that when Brad and I married they would still all be living there. My role changed to not only wife but also housekeeper and cook for the other two men.

I'm sad to say there one bright light in my life. Every second Wednesday Brad would pack up about noon. He would leave with Emmet, pick up our deacon Mark for their pastoral visits to other churches in our area. I knew, that until sometime on mid afternoon Monday, I would be alone in the house except for Jimmy. He was too shy to talk to women including me so I was virtually alone. He pretty much stayed in his room the entire time, studying and praying only venturing out for meals or when he had church duties.

Early one Friday morning, on a parish trip weekend, I was standing in my closet trying to decide exactly what I should wear. I was dressed only in my underwear. I had on a pretty pale yellow flowered matching bra, panties and garter belt with nude stockings. I was pulling out dresses trying to decide what to wear when I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"Excuse me, excuse me. Can I ask you a question please?" the plaintive voice of Jimmy came through the door.

I hastily grabbed a satin robe, put it on, tied the belt , slipped into a pair of shoes, went to the door and opened it. 

"I need to find a certain book that the reverend said was in his study, and I'm wondering if you could go down and find it for me," he stammered, "The Reverend told me I should never go into a study unless you or he was there."

"Sure." I said.

We went downstairs and into the study. Now one thing about Brad is he always has a bit of a mess in his office. It was his inner sanctum that he never showed any one except me. He had a paranoia about people going through his books he told me that if anyone ever asked for a book, I had permission to look for them if he wasn't home.

"Come in Jimmy, lets see if we can find what you want."I said, as I walked into the room, Jimmy trailing behind me. He told me the name of the book and we started to search the shelves.

After several minutes go searching I saw the book on a lower shelf. I bent over to get it and said, "Jimmy, we're in luck. I found it."

I stood up and turned around, book proudly in hand.

Jimmy eyes were bulging out of his head as he looked at me, his face scarlet. I glanced down and I realized the belt of my robe had become undone and my robe had slipped open. Jimmy was looking directly at my lace covered breasts. I hastily pulled my robe together, apologizing to Jimmy. I handed him his book. 

He started to stammer something but nothing really came out of his mouth. Jimmy ran back to his room and shut the door. I went back to my room to finish getting dressed. 

I slipped on a pretty sundress. As I walked by Jimmy's room I glanced in and saw he was kneeling on the floor praying. I overheard some words. He was asking God to forgive him for committing a sin. He asked God to forgive him for seeing a woman, the bishop's wife, naked. 

"Wow," I thought, "Naked? OK, my robe slipped open but I was wearing a bra, panties and stockings. If Jimmy doesn't loosen up a little bit how is he ever going to deal with female members of his congregation? Especially when they come to him with intimate problems when he reacted like that to me in a very innocent accident?"



The Adventures of G Ch. 09



The second incident happened a few weeks later, again on a parish mission weekend. It was Saturday night and I had had a particularly rough two days getting everything ready and getting things organized. Brad prior to his leaving, once again, brutally tried to procreate. I was feeling sore down there. I decided that the best thing for me would be a nice hot bath. Although we do have an ensuite next to our bedroom, I decided I wanted to luxuriate in our Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi is located in the main bathroom off the hallway. 

l drew myself a bath adding a little bit of bubble bath just to make it interesting. As the bath that was filling, I took some votive candles, set them on the side of the tub, lit them and poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. When the bath was ready, I undressed, neatly folded my clothes placing them on the counter, turned off the lights and slipped into the water. Under the flickering candlelight, the tub gently bubbling away, I enjoyed my glass of wine and dreamt of the things that may have been.

I must've dozed off because I woke up in the dark, the candles having burned away. Suddenly the door opened and Jimmy rushed in fumbling with his zipper. He lifted the toilet seat, pulled out his penis, held it in his hand and started to urinate! 

I watched fascinated. I had never seen a penis before, except for Brad's. I couldn't help but notice the size yet it didn't seem very hard. It seemed to be bigger than Brad's. I wondered what it would look like fully aroused and erect. I wondered what it would feel like to hold in my hand. I wondered if it would be more painful penetrating me as Brad's if we tried to procreate.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say so I lay quietly, pretending to sleep but with my eyes just slightly open.

As he was urinating, Jimmy looked around and saw my bra and panties lying on top of my clothes. As he stared, his penis was seemed to be getting harder and bigger in his hand. He finished, gave it a shake and with a bit of difficulty because it was getting bigger, managed to get it back in his pants as he turned around.

He saw my head floating on a sea of bubbles in the tub.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I have sinned!" he shrieked as he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

I realized what happened. I must've fallen asleep in the candles burnt themselves out. As the lights were off, he needed to go to the bathroom, he just assumed the bathroom was free and rushed in to do his business, not seeing me asleep in the Jacuzzi. I felt terrible. 

Certainly this was not a sin. This was just an accident.

I quickly got out of the tub and towelled myself off. I slipped on a nice pair of satin pyjamas and a matching robe and went out to find Jimmy. I walked by his room and again I saw him kneeling by his bed praying, asking for forgiveness.

I knocked on the door saying, "Jimmy, can I speak with you a moment?"

"Yes, I guess." He stammered.

I entered his room and sat on his bed. 

"Sit up here for a minute," I said, patting the bed beside me, "we need to talk."

He got up and sat down beside me, head hanging in shame.

"Jimmy," I said, "what just happened now was an accident. You had no way of knowing that I was in the tub. You had no way of knowing I was in the bathroom. I should've locked the door. I should've realized that that bathroom is your bathroom. I should've talked to you first and asked if it was okay if I took a bath and if you needed to use the washroom, you could've used the one in my bedroom. You don't have to ask for forgiveness because Jimmy you didn't sin."

"I exposed myself to you," he said, "I exposed myself to a woman and in the eyes of God that is a sin."

"Yes," I replied, "it is a sin if you did it intentionally. You didn't do it intentionally. This was an accident. If I wouldn't have been so inconsiderate it would've never happened. I really am the one who sinned."

"Do you really think so?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "not only do I think so, I know so, and I know God knows."

"So you'll forgive me?" He asked.

"No Jimmy, do you forgive me, because this is my sin?"

"Yes," he said, "yes, I forgive you and thank you."

"Okay," I said as I stood up, "I'm glad we had this chat. Good night. We need to get up early tomorrow morning to go to services."

I walked out of his room, closing the door behind me. I went to my bedroom and got under the covers. I fell asleep with the image in my mind of Jimmy holding his penis in his hand, seeing it grow bigger as he stared at my underwear and wondering what it would feel like to hold it in my hand, wondering how much pain it would inflict when he tried to procreate.

Several weeks later on the Friday of mission trip weekend, I finally found myself alone in the house. Jimmy had gone home for the weekend to visit his parents. I had just finished showering after a vigorous workout and was getting dressed. I decided for whatever reason that that day I was to wear pink. I'm a very girly girl. I love to have things matching, and I hate it when they don't. So if I was going to wear a pink dress, I decided pink lingerie and off white stockings would be the proper thing to wear as well. I went to my lingerie drawer and picked out a pretty bra, matching panties and garter belt. I slid my hands into the bra straps, fastened it behind my back and slowly positioning my breasts just right in the cups. I put on my garter belt, and took out a pair of stockings. I sat down and slowly pulled them up my long legs and into the garters. When I was done, I slid my panties on over the garter belt. I went to my closet and picked out a dress. I selected a cute pair of 3 inch pink patent leather sling backs and slipped them onto my feet. I slipped on my dress and went over to the church to prepare things for Sunday services.

About two hours later I was finished and went home. The house was empty and I decided to indulge myself. Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to run around the house just wearing my underwear. It's OK when you are a child but it gets very difficult when you get older and especially if you live with three men. But with an empty house, why not? I walked in the door, closed it, made sure it was locked, unzipped my dress, let it fall to the floor and just walked out of it. I felt liberated! I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay, popped a DVD in and stretched out on the couch to watch a movie.

Wouldn't you know it, the DVD player was on the fritz. We, or rather Brad, has a "man cave" complete with every electronic gadget imaginable. I thought, no one's home. I'm going to watch this in the man cave. I popped the disc out, grabbed my wine and headed for the basement.

I opened the door, walked in and sitting on the couch, earphones on, watching a hockey game was Jimmy.

He took one look at me, tore the headphones off and screeched, "God forgive me. I have sinned. I have gazed upon a naked woman. I have seen her naked flesh!"

Now I realize what this must've looked like but this really was taking it a little bit to the extreme. Jimmy needed to get set straight now or else he would be scarred for life. How was this kid ever going to deal with women in his church?

"Jimmy," I said, "Why do you say I am naked? I am not naked. I am clothed. In fact, I am more clothed than I was at the church picnic several weeks ago."

"What, what do you mean?" he asked, "you are in your, your.."

"In my what Jimmy? I am not naked. My breasts are modestly covered in a brassiere. My loins are modestly covered in panties." I said, "the bathing suit I wore at the church picnic exposed more of my flesh. And furthermore, my legs are not bare. They are virtually covered in stockings and my feet are not bare, but covered in shoes. Jimmy. I am not naked!"

"Yes," he said, "but you are not wearing a dress."

"Yes, that's true," I said, "but none the less, I am not naked! Jimmy, had I been wearing a dress, most of my stocking clad legs would've been exposed. If I had a dress on, you certainly wouldn't have seen any less of my breasts that you see now, covered by my brassiere nor more of my loins clothed in panties. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?"

"No", he stammered, "I am afraid of committing sins of the flesh in my thoughts."

"Is that why you are shy with me? Is that why you have so much difficulty dealing with women? You are afraid of committing a sin in your thoughts?"

"Yes." he said.

"Jimmy, I think you need help. if you can't deal with women, how will you fulfil your ministry?"

"I don't know," he said plaintively, "can you help me?"

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know, but please, please help me so I will be able to care for everyone in my flock."

I thought about that for a few moments. He had not looked at me since I first entered the room. He just kept staring at the floor. How do I get this boy to just be able to look at a woman? How do I get him talking to a woman?

"Well," I said, "I have a crazy idea."

"What?"

"This is crazy," I said, "I'm no expert but it seems the last few times we have been alone we have seen, well let's just say, a lot more of one another than we bargained for. You always reacted by running away. You need to get used to me. you need to be able to look at me, no matter what, and converse normally."

He nodded his head in agreement, still not looking up.

I went over to him and sat on the couch right beside him, making sure my leg was up against his. He tried to squirm over but he was up against the arm of the chair. He went to get up but I pulled him back beside me. He stared at my shoes.

"Jimmy," I said, "stop staring at my heels. Look at me.

His gaze slowly shifted up my legs, lingered for just a second on that spot between my stocking tops and panties, up to my breasts, where he stopped, staring at my bra, mesmerized and finally up to my face. He was trembling slightly, his face was red but he was looking at me!

"That's much better Jimmy, I'm not so scary after all, am I?" I asked, "Are you uncomfortable because of the way I'm dressed?"

He nodded his head yes, afraid to talk.

"I think if you can get used to me dressed this way, I think you will get over you shyness with women. What if, on the weekends we are alone, this is the way I dress?"

His eyes were almost popping out of his head but he nodded yes.

"OK," I said, "there is still one thing that needs to be done. You need to be dressed similar to me. So, take off your shirt and pants. You can leave your shoes and socks on if you wish."

"What..." he stammered.

"Look," I said, "you need to build up your self-confidence. If we only wear underwear when we're alone together, it is a sign of vulnerability for both of us. That will help to build your self-confidence. Come on. Try it. It's only us. It will really help you."

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Then he just sat there.

"Come on, now the pants." I said.

He shook his head no.

"Come on," I said, "it's just hard the first time." Little did I know how right I was.

After ten minutes of coaxing he finally unfastened his zipper and wriggled out of his pants. I glanced down and saw a huge bulge in his underwear. He saw me stare, turned scarlet red and covered it up with his hands.

"Are you embarrassed?" I asked him, "We're you afraid to take your pants off because you had an erection?"

"Yes," he whispered, "I was taught that except for procreation, it is a sin to show any any desire. I can't help it."

"It's not a sin" I told him, "God gave us the ability to procreate. He works in mysterious ways. He helps and guides us in our actions. It's natural. Don't worry, I'm sure it'll go down by itself."

Unhappily, he nodded yes.

"I always fear spilling my seed on the ground," he told me, "that is a sin. God told us so in the bible. Whenever I am hard, I almost spill my seed. I do not want to commit a sin. I want to be as pure as I can."

I gently took his hands and held them.

"Jimmy," I said, "remember it is only a sin if you spill your seed on the ground. If you place your seed in a receptacle of a woman, you are praising God. What we are doing will help you. It will be hard, I mean difficult at first but when you get accustomed to seeing me like this, it will get easier. You will be able to talk to women, look at them and help them."

So began a ritual. At 2:30PM on Wednesday of every parish visit weekend, I would go and find Jimmy. We would go to the living room, stand in the middle of the floor facing each other and start to take off our clothes. First came his shirt, followed by my blouse. Then he would drop his pants and I would unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I would check his bulge. 

We would sit opposite each other and just talk. I made sure Jimmy would look at me when he talked. The first weekend I thought it would tear his shorts. As the weeks went by, it was still big but he seemed to have it under control.

There was a change in Jimmy as well. He gained a huge boost in his self confidence. After a few weeks, despite my being in lingerie and heels, he could carry on a conversation. Not only with me but with other women in the parish. Everyone commented how much he had matured and grown personally. Everyone attributed the change to Brad and the influence he had but we knew the real reason.

It even began to be fun. I love lingerie and heels. I varied my "outfit" every week, trying on different styles of bras, panties, garter belts and stockings, matching them with different heels, just to see his reaction. Jimmy always wondered what I would have on those Wednesday afternoons. Then, after a few months, occasionally he even got up the courage to ask me to put on a special outfit for him. I even bought him different briefs and boxers so when he asked me to put on a special outfit, I had him put one on as well. Once I wanted to see him in a pair of very skimpy briefs but I couldn't find any men's styles, so I bought him a pair of women's bikini panties and cut the label out so he wouldn't know. They could barely contain him. He made me put on a bustier with a very low demi cup that barely covered my nipples.

Little did we know we were entering a different world.



The Adventures of G Ch. 10



One Friday morning of a "weekend" I was getting dressed and was just about to slip into a dress when I heard a loud crash and moan coming from the main bathroom. I dropped my blouse and rushed out to see what had happened. I ran into the bathroom. Jimmy was lying in the floor bleeding from a cut on his head. He had slipped when getting out of the shower and was laying on the floor, naked, moaning in pain.

I grabbed a towel and held it on the cut to help stop the bleeding. I comforted him for a few minutes, grabbed a few towels, ran some cold water on them and said, "Let me help you. You need to lie down for a while until I can get the bleeding stopped."

I helped him to his feet and led him to his bedroom. I had him lie down and covered him with a sheet. I sat down on the bed and had him put his head in my lap so I could tend to the cut. 

The cut was on the back of his head, so I had him turn and face me so I could apply a cold compress. I leaned over him to examine the cut. I could see it wasn't serious. Scalp wounds, even minor ones, tend to bleed a lot but I could see it had in fact already stopped bleeding. Holding Jimmy very close, I gently washed the blood out of his hair.

That morning, as a surprise for later that afternoon, I had put on a push up demi bra. With his head in my lap I could feel his breath on my breasts. I didn't notice that while I was cleaning his cut, my bra strap had slipped off my shoulder and the cup had fallen away from my right breast. I felt Jimmy shift position. I though he was doing it to make it easier to clean his hair, when I felt his lips on my nipple. I was shocked but it felt so good.

"Jimmy," I whispered,"take comfort at my breast. It will make you feel better."

I looked down at him. The look on his face told me he was receiving comfort at my breast.

I could feel my nipples getting hard. I was experiencing sensations I had never felt before. I felt the beginnings of a strange sensation in my lions. I could not believe the waves of pleasure I was experiencing when he swirled his tongue around my nipple. After what seemed like hours, I pulled his mouth from my breast. We were both breathing heavily.

He looked looked up at me.

"Jimmy," I said, as I slipped the other bra strap down,"I have two breasts." As I exposed the nipple, he hungrily started to suck and the waves of pleasure continued 

I glanced down at him, looking so happy and content when I noticed the sheet. It looked lIke a tent sticking out of his groin and I wondered what it was. I reached out and when I touched it I realized it was his erect penis! It must have gotten hard as he was receiving comfort at my breasts.

I had never touched a penis. I reached out. I took it in my hand and it seemed to get bigger. I could feel it throbbing, see the head bulging out under the sheet. Jimmy moaned as I ran my hand down the shaft. I could feel a vein on the underside. I took my hand off and slipped it under the sheet. It was hot. I started to stroke it gently up and down. Jimmy moaned and squirmed as he kissed and sucked my breasts. He started to thrust in my hand. I wondered how much pain his penis would inflict if we tried to reproduce.

While I was playing with Jimmy's

penis and he was kissing and caressing my breasts, I felt a strange sensation growing in my groin. My panties were soaking wet, probably I thought, from Jimmy's hair where I had washed the blood out but they seemed to be getting wetter. My nipples were hard points. My breath was ragged. I had no idea what was happening to me. I thought I might be having a heart attack but it just felt so good I didn't want to make him stop.

Suddenly he pulled away. "Stop, please stop," he begged.

"You want me to stop?" I said as I held his penis.

"No. I mean yes. No I mean yes. If you don't stop I will sow my seed in your hand and that will be a sin." he said plaintively, looking up at me.

I pulled my hand away from his penis, pulled up my bra straps and gently put my very sensitive breasts back in the cups.

"Jimmy, something is wrong with me. I'm short of breath and a bit dizzy. My panties are soaked and they feel very uncomfortable. I'm going to my room to change into a fresh pair. How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Better," he said, "but I'm a bit dizzy as well. I can't seem to catch my breath either. Maybe you should lie down until you feel better."

"But my panties.."

"It's OK, you can take them off. I won't look," he said, "I don't want you to faint, fall and hurt yourself. Slip under the sheet so I can't see."

He had such a look of concern on his face. I turned around, slipped my panties off and sat down hard on the bed.

"Sorry, I was dizzier than I thought." I said as I slipped under the sheet, stretching out, "I don't even have the energy to take my shoes off."

"Just relax," he said with concern in his voice, "leave them on."

"Jimmy, I could still give you comfort," I said turning over on my side to face him, "come and find comfort in my breasts." 

I slipped down my bra strap, pulled down the cup and offered him my breast, nipple still hard. He turned on his side, took my breast like a vulnerable child, kissing and sucking, his eyes closed, a look of rapture and comfort on his face. It felt wonderful. I was receiving comfort as I gave him comfort. I felt it was a sign from God we were both praising Him by doing the right thing.

As he took comfort, I was experiencing increasing waves of pleasure and I knew by this gift, God was rewarding me for doing my duty as a Christian woman to comfort Jimmy. Strangely, I was still short of breath and my groin was even getting wetter. I didn't know what to do to regain my composure.

He straddled my leg to get in a better position to kiss and caress my breast. I pulled down the other bra strap and offered him my other breast. His big hard throbbing penis seemed to grow even bigger on my leg as he took my second breast in his mouth, kissing and sucking while caressing the other with his hand. He made gentle thrusting motions, rubbing his penis on my stocking covered leg, moaning even more with pleasure and comfort as he increased the speed.

He squirmed upward to be more comfortable and I felt his penis move up higher and higher on my stocking, over the lace top to the bare skin above. We were both squirming now, breath ragged, his penis thrusting as if looking for a home. I felt his penis head gently probing my vagina lips.

He wanted to reproduce!

I reached down to touch him. I felt his throbbing penis in my hand, so much bigger than Brad's. I just knew that reproducing would be the ultimate comfort for him. I had to do this for him as my duty as a Christian woman. I steeled myself for the searing pain it would give me, knowing that accepting the pain would be my sacrifice to God for Jimmy's comfort and healing. What a small price for me to pay. I grit my teeth, expecting the searing pain.

I thrust forward, guiding his penis into my vagina.

"Oh sweet Lord Jesus" I cried put.

I thought my head would split open from the ecstasy that flooded my brain as his penis entered my vagina and slid into me. I had never experienced pleasure like that before. I was experiencing the rapture of the Lord, His gift to me for the comfort I was giving Jimmy. A miracle was occurring!

The look on Jimmy's face told me the Lord had blessed him as well! He started to pull his penis out when suddenly he thrust it back in. Another wave of rapture shook my body. He did this again and again picking up speed when suddenly he thrust, became rigid and could feel him ejaculating inside of me. he thrust again, ejaculating again and did it a third time, spending his seed deep inside me. When he was done, I moved, gently allowing his penis to come out. 

I was so happy for him yet I felt strangely unfulfilled.

"Oh lord," he cried out when he finally regained his breath, "what have I done? I have sinned. I have spilled my seed and taken pleasure. I have sinned against The Lord Jesus. I am a fornicator."

"No Jimmy," I said, "you are not a fornicator and have not sinned. It is impossible. The Lord has spoken against this. I have been with my husband. I know the pain of fornication. Today we witnessed a miracle. The Lord gave us both the gift of rapture. To you, for comfort because of your injury, to me for giving you the comfort your soul needed. You did not spill your seed. You gifted it to me. I was the willing receptacle of your seed. He would have punished fornicators. He gifted us His rapture."

Jimmy smiled at me the smile of the righteous, put his arm around me, held me close and whispered, "Yes, you are right."

As we lay in each others arms, basking in the glow of God's grace I wondered if I would ever again experience His rapture.

My bra had shifted a bit and I was uncomfortable. I gently I untangled myself from Jimmy. I sat up and rearranged my bra to cover my breasts. Jimmy gazed at me longingly.

"Your breasts are so beautiful. They are vessels of God's rapture. Could I see them just once more to remember what He gave us?"

Smiling. I bent over him, my breasts just Inches from his face and whispered,"Yes, but only if you take my bra off."

He reached behind me and fumbled with the band. He pulled and tugged to no avail. He started to pull down the straps.

"No Jimmy, you must undo the band. Perhaps this is a sign from God, that if you can not properly bare my breasts..."

He tried even more frantically.

"Take the ends and pull them towards each other."

With fingers trembling he managed to unhook it. It floated away from my breasts and he immediately started to caress and kiss and suck them almost uncontrollably. It felt so good. I felt my nipples harden under his lips and fingers. The strange feeling in my groin started to return and I felt myself getting wet again.

I let my hand wander down Jimmy's stomach to his groin. To my surprise his penis was already hard! I took it in my hand. I ran my thumb around the head then underneath Jimmy groaned. I stroked along the underside, along the large vein. I gently took his scrotum massaged it, feeling his testicles. It was the first time I had ever touched, never mind held a scrotum.

While I played with Jimmy's penis and scrotum, he devoured my breasts. I felt my breath go ragged, I felt very warm and it seemed my groin was a waterfall it was so wet. 

I knew Jimmy wanted to reproduce. His was thrusting in my hand. His penis was hot and hard and throbbing. I decided I would give myself to him again, to give him comfort. I hoped he wouldn't cause me too much pain. 

I rolled over on my back. I spread my legs.

"Come Jimmy, let me give you comfort."

He positioned himself between my legs. I got ready for the searing pain I knew was to come. I could sense his penis near my vagina. I reached down took him in my hand, steeled my self for the pain and guided him to me.

A wave of rapture flooded over me again as he thrust deep within me. He started to pull out. I wanted it to last forever. I dug my heels into him, holding his buttocks so he couldn't withdraw. The feeling of his penis inside me was indescribable. I loosened my grip. He had almost withdrawn when I dug my heels into him, pulling him back inside me, a wave of rapture building as his penis sank deep into me.

He started to pump slowly. All I could concentrate on was the rapture building in my loins, the waves of pleasure washing through my brain, building every time he thrust into me, faster and faster.

Suddenly, my brain exploded with pleasure.

"Sweet Lord Jesus," I screamed out. I lost all sense of where I was. I was in a fog. I dug my heels into Jimmy trying to hold him deep in me when I felt him thrust hard and felt him ejaculate, another thrust and a final thrust, grinding his penis into me as he filled me with his seed a final time.

He collapsed on me, my legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into him, his penis still deep in my vagina. We rolled over, holding each other tight allowing our breathing to return to normal. I relaxed my legs allowing him to slowly withdraw his penis from me, coated with my wetness and his seed.

"Oh God," he said, "what have we done? What sin have we committed? We have given in to sins of the flesh.""

"Sins," I said, "we didn't experience any sin. We were given a gift. I gave you comfort in your need as He has commanded us. God rewarded us by giving us both a glimpse of the rapture and joy that lies in heaven."

He nodded his head in agreement.

"Will you give me comfort again when I need it?" , he asked.

"Of course, its the Christian thing to do? Would you not give me comfort if I needed it?"

"Of course," he said, ""its the Christian thing to do."

We lay there for a few minutes, basking in the glow of God's grace until finally I glanced at the clock and realized I was expected at the church. I kissed Jimmy gently, got off his bed and stood up. I felt something running down my leg. It was Jimmy's seed! I showered and inserted a tampon, put on my stockings and pantie, slipped on a dress and went to prepare the church for services, basking in the knowledge I that day, had glimpsed into God's heaven.



The Adventures of G Ch. 11



At Sunday services, I gave thanks for receiving the gift of rapture the Lord had given me the day before.

It is true that we receive blessings when we follow the Word and give those in need comfort. The Lord had truly blessed me that day. I prayed for the grace to recognize when comfort was needed and the humility to extend it to those in need. 

When services were over, I went home and as I was walking to the couch, I suddenly experienced a sharp pain in my right calf. It felt like someone was trying to tear the muscle out. I let out a cry of pain, grabbed my calf and collapsed on the couch.

Jimmy rushed into the room and seeing me writhing in pain asked, "What's wrong? What can I do to help?"

"I think I'm having a charley horse," I said, trying desperately to massage the pain away.

"Let me help." he said, rushing to the couch.

He helped me lie down and stretch my legs out. He sat down and brought them across his lap. He gently lifted my right leg and began to massage the tightly knotted muscle, his hands gliding on my stockings, coaxing the muscle to relax.

Gradually the pain went away, slowly melting away as his hands massaged my leg. 

"How does that feel?" he asked as he stopped to rest his hands.

"Wonderful," I replied, "Don't stop now. You could do this to me all day."

He started to gently massage my leg. his hands travelled up my calf, past my knee, up my thigh, under my skirt until he reached the top of my stocking, then they travelled down to my ankle. It felt so good.

He slipped off my heel and started to massage my foot. Pure heaven.

"That feels so good." I said.

He lifted my foot up as he massaged the sole.

"I can see the pretty colour you painted you toes through your stockings," he said, "I've never seen your toes. You always wear stockings and heels." He kissed my toes and sucked them as he continued to massage my foot. He put my foot down, slipped off my other heel and started to massage it, kissing and sucking my toes. Then he took both feet and kissed and caressed them together.

Strangely, I felt my panties start to get wet again. Was The Lord trying to bring me comfort? Was this the sign I should always be looking for?

Jimmy was still caressing and kissing my feet when he shifted, knelt on the floor in front of me. He started kissing and caressing up my calf and past my knee. He slipped my heels back on. He looked at me plaintively as he touched my skirt. My heart went out to him. I smiled, shifted and let him lift it to my waist

He started kissing and caressing my knees, working his way to my stocking top and above, towards my panties. He looked up at them and saw how wet they were.

"Are you OK?" he asked, "your panties are wet." I nodded yes. 

"Let me give you comfort, as you gave me." he said, "Can I remove your wet panties. They must be very uncomfortable."

He grabbed my panties, I shifted a bit, he slid them down to my knees and started kissing all the way up my inner thigh!

As he got close to my vagina, I tried to push his head away, to keep him from kissing me there.

"No Jimmy, no." I said trying to push him away, "I am unclean there. Please stop"

The more I pushed away, the more he pushed inwards. I could feel his breath on my wet vagina.

"No Jimmy, no" I protested when I felt his tongue slide up my vagina, a wave of pleasure hitting me, "no Jimmy no" as it slid down generating another pleasure wave, "YES JIMMY YES," as it slid up and caressed my clitoris, "please please don't stop."

I grabbed his head and tried to ground him into me. I dug my heels hard into his side to make sure he couldn't pull away. I was writhing with pleasure, the waves building.

"Stop going up and down," I ordered, "swirl you tongue around the top, around my clitoris, that little bump, slowly, slowly, now a little faster, now faster" as I held his head in a death grip with my heels dug hard in his side until my brain exploded with the pleasure of the rapture of The Lord. I released his head as I lay panting, trying to regain my breath. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Jimmy looking up at me.

"Oh God, what have we just done?" I said, "we have committed a sin. I should have never let you kiss me there. I feel so unclean."

"I couldn't control myself but we didn't sin," he said to me, "You were giving me comfort at your breasts. You were in need of comfort and I tried to give it to you, giving you comfort at your vessel where you experience the Lord's rapture. God created us, our entire being. God does not create anything that is unclean. God only creates that which is good and clean. No seed was spilled. Did you not experience His rapture? Would he have given you His gift it were wrong? Or unclean? Or a sin?"

"You're right," I said, "I would have never imagined that I could get comfort from what you did, but The Lord has shown us in His way what is right and proper. Can you help me up and to my bed? I'd like to rest a bit and stretch out my legs.

He helped me stand up. I pulled my skirt down and smoothed it out. He took my arm and guided me down the hall to my bedroom and helped me sit down on the bed. He was standing in front of me and I noticed a huge bulge straining the front of his pants. He must have become aroused doing what he did to me and was ready to reproduce! He must have been in discomfort.

"You must be in discomfort," I said to him, "Let me give you comfort as you gave it to me. Hopefully, you will experience the Lord's rapture."

"Thank you." he said.

I unzipped my skirt. I reached out to him, undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. He was wearing very skimpy briefs, a gift from me. I was pleased to see him wearing them. His penis was straining the fabric to the limit. I tugged them down and it jumped out, straight and hard. I took it in one hand while gently caressing his scrotum with the other. He groaned with pleasure, the beginnings of the Lords rapture! He took off his shirt. I motioned him to kneel in front of me. 

"Take off my skirt and blouse."

He reached out, pulling off my skirt as I squirmed on the bed. He unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my lace covered breasts, slipping it off my shoulders. He stared at the swell of my breasts.

"My bra opens from the front. Would you like to take it off?" 

He nodded yes and reached for the clasp. he undid it and slowly spread the cups, exposing my breasts and revealing my hardening nipples.

As soon as he saw my nipples, he started to caress my breasts, kissing and sucking my nipples while rubbing his penis against a stocking covered leg. I held his head gently, basking in the glow of giving him the comfort he needed. I felt my nipples grow hard, feeling the stirring of that strange sensation in my loins that I now knew would grow into the Lord's rapture, His gift to me for helping Jimmy, as He gifted Jimmy for comforting me.

He was caressing my breasts with both hands when he started kissing kissing underneath them and started working his way down my stomach to my groin. I gently tried to push his head away. I remembered the comfort he gave me and the Lords rapture when I felt his tongue on my vagina and I let the Lords rapture overtake me as his tongue explored me.

Jimmy stopped rubbing his penis on my leg. I pulled Jimmy's head away from my loins and asked why.

"If I continue," he said, "I will spill my seed and sin. I am so close to sinning, I had to stop."

I swung my legs on the bed and motioned him to lie on the bed facing me. He got up on the bed and before he could lie down, I lifted my leg and put my heel on his shoulder. He was kneeling, straddling my other leg. He hugged my leg to his chest, caressing it with one hand and kissing my ankle and caressing my foot and heel with the other.

I could feel his penis brush my vagina lips. He needed my comfort. He needed to reproduce. I steeled myself for the pain that was to come, knowing how I was doing His will.

Caressing my leg, he thrust his penis deep into me and a wave of pleasure coursed through my loins. Another miracle, experiencing the Rapture of The Lord while giving comfort! The look on Jimmy's face told me he was receiving the Lord's rapture as well.

He thrust again and again, the pleasure building when he thrust hard and I felt his seed deposited in me when the rapture exploded in my loins and in my brain. In the haze I sensed Jimmy experiencing the rapture, continuing to thrust, depositing his seed in me a second time while he hugged my leg to his chest and kissed my ankle and high heel.

He collapsed on the bed, our bodies entwined, basking in the glow of the Lords glory. I could feel Jimmy's hands still on my stocking covered leg, his lips on my ankle as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

As I lay there the small doubt that that came to me from time to time surfaced again: Why, when I was with my husband, there was no comfort only searing pain and a sense of shame when we reproduced, yet with Jimmy, giving him comfort, I always received the gift of rapture? Why was I not fulfilling my duty as a wife and giving comfort to my husband? Was God punishing me?

This had been bothering me since I discovered the rapture of The Lord and I decided I needed to take some time, pray, meditate and seek the answers.