The Pastor's Calling

[cgraven]

The Pastor's Calling

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Pastor Jean Batard was standing in the pulpit after giving a hell fire and brimstone sermon. He looked out over the congregation, it was time for him to make a selection, for in a matter of months, the holidays would be upon them. He had always stressed that Halloween was important for it was the eve of all Saints Day. Yet for the reverend it was all soul eve, when the veil between heaven, hell, and the earth was thin and all things were possible, given you had the right ingredients.

Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ a gentle swell that was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.

As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church, he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”

Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair, with a touch of silver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her father.

He held her hand and waited for her response.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle Renee' Jennings watched Pastor Batard and couldn't help but be impressed by his inspiring sermon. He was so full of passion about heaven and hell and gave her hope. She was a good girl, raised by strict devout religous parents in the deep south and in all of her nineteen years didn't miss many Sundays. Until lately, after recently getting married and moving here with her husband Bradley for his job, and where she didn't really know anyone. Luckily she was invited to this church by the neighbor next door. Isabelle felt welcomed but really wished Brad had come with her but he was too busy playing golf today with his co workers. Brad was several years older than her and did not much of a church goer but he encouraged her to worship her faith.

As everyone was leaving after the service, the pastor was at the door, thanking everyone for coming. Isabelle was almost at the end of the line, in no hurry since she had nothing to do today but spend it alone when the pastor took her hand. The first thing she noticed were his intense mesmerizing gray eyes which rather boldly dropped to the swell of her breasts in her consertive blouse or was she only imagining it. Not that he was the first male to do that, she had caused quite a stir when wearing her wicked weasle bikini at the pool and beach at the resort on her honeymoon. But the pastor was old enough to be her daddy. Still Isabelle didn't seem to mind, she always had a thing for older men...

"....and your name my dear. "

" So pleased to meet you, Pastor ! My name is Isabelle Renee' Jennings. " The pretty young blonde introduced herself, " I just moved here from Atlanta Georgia with my husband, who wasn't able to attend your wonderful sermon. " She didn't mention that Brad was busy playing golf. If that was really what he was doing. Isabelle suspected her husband might be with his new pretty secretary from work after discovering e-mails on his phone. She hadn't confronted him about it yet but she had her suspicions. They were sexually suggestive and included a naughty picture of the redhead in lingerie !

Isabelle prayed that Brad was committing the sin of adultry but determined to get to the bottom of it. Of course she did not mention it to Pastor Batard...

 

[cgraven]

" So pleased to meet you, Pastor ! My name is Isabelle Renee' Jennings. " The pretty young blonde had a delightful southern accent, that deep south honey sweet accent. " I just moved here from Atlanta Georgia with my husband, who wasn't able to attend your wonderful sermon. "

Jean Batard still held Isabelle dainty hand in his. “It is a shame he is working on the Sabath. If it was any other day he might be playing golf, but deacon Philips, who owns the coarse, dose not open the links until 1pm. Philips is a firm believer in keep holy the Sabath, well at least till 1pm. Batard teased the young wife.

The reverend Batard noticed the young blonde’s dress, though quite conservative, it did little hide the sensual curves of her ravishing young body. Nor did his mentioning the fact that the golf course was closed till 1pm could hide the look of skepticism and the shadow of sorrow he saw in the gorgeous young blonde’s soft blue eyes.

“Isabelle what troubles you?” Jean’s voice was kind and a bit concerned.

His question seemed to come out of the blue even as his steel gray mesmerizing held Isabelle’s soft blue eyes in a fatherly gaze. “You look like you could use a cup of coffee Isabelle. Come join me in the Precatory and we can talk.”

Batard let Isabelle’s hand slip from his. “This way Isabelle.” He led the young wife to the Precatory and pour her a cup of coffee as he listen to her fears that were so plainly written on her angelic face.

This was the girl, something in his bones told him so. This was the final ingredient he needed for his plans for all hollows eve.

He was called back to the present when Isabelle began to tell him of husband and her fears.

 

[angelique127]

" Isabelle what troubles you ? "

Isabelle followed the Pastor to the precatory after he offered a cup of coffee and a chance to talk. He must have sensed something was troubling her or he just wanted to welcome a new member of his flock to the congegration. The young wife thought it must be the latter, unless he was a mind reader. Or perhaps this would be a divine intervention...

When they were in private, Isabelle sat down and crossed her legs. Her silk stockings whispered as she did. She always liked to dress up for church and look her best. Isabelle's polka dot dress was modest, only a few inches above the knee but was tight and showed off her curves. " Cream and sugar please. "

Pastor Batard nodded and handed her a cup of java. Isabelle tasted it and it was very strong, despite the additives. " Thank you, Pastor, it is very good !" she said, which was a little white lie, nevertheless a sin...

Pastor Batard, with his own cup sat down next to her and gave his full attention to her. At least with his intense grayish eyes which seemed to look into her soul...

 

[cgraven]

This gorgeous young beauty, like an innocent lamb had followed Rev Jean Batard to the parsonage. When she sat down at the kitchen table, her little polka dot dress rode up her shapely leg to show a hint of her firm young thigh, despite the dresses modest cut. That little flash of creamy skin did not go unnoticed by the good reverend.

" Cream and sugar please. " Isabelle soft sensual voice brought Batard back from his sensual musing about the young teen wife. Her lips were pursed as the young strawberry blonde took a sip of her coffee. Jean saw the little grimace that marred the beauty of her angelic face for just a moment before she told her little white lie. " Thank you, Pastor, it is very good !"

“Pastor sounds so formal when it is just the two of us having a friendly cup of coffee Isabelle it makes me feel I should call you Mrs. Jennings.” Batard gave Isabelle a teasing smile. “Please call me Reverend Jean or just Jean for I am just a sinner like you, trying to show others the path that leads to the Lord.

Jean set his own cup down next to Isabelle’s and gave his full attention to the ravishing young teen beauty. His intense mesmerizing steel gray eyes held Isabella’s soft blue eyes in his gaze, a gaze that seemed to look into her very soul. He reached across the table and took both of Isabelle’s dainty hands in his.

“What’s wrong Isabelle……is it your marriage?”

A young beauty from Atlanta, cast adrift by her husband in rural Tennessee, with nothing familiar to her, no friends, or something to occupy her agile young mind, had to have be a strain on Isabelle. It also left to much time for the gorgeous young Strawberry blonde to wonder if her husband was cheating on her with someone from work.

Batard just gently held the young wife’s hands, a comforting gesture, one designed to relax this gorgeous young creature, and to begin to build a closeness and trust between them. One he could take much farther as timed past, a situation Jean intended to fully enjoy.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle felt comforted by Pastor Batard, or Reverand Jean, as he told her to call him if she preferred. Holding his hand, she began to relax in his presense.

" What's wrong Isabelle...is it your marrige ? "

The young blonde fought back the tears before confessing. " Yes Reverand...I love my husband so much and would never even dream of being unfaithful to him ! However I don't think Bradley feels the same way. " Isabelle could no longer hold back the tears and used her hankerchief to dab her eyes..." Why am I not good enough for him? I make sure to have a good dinner on the table when he comes home from work, but he is always late and says he isn't hungary. I have tried to be a good wife, I do his laundry and take care of my appearance..." Isabelle hesitated not sure how much informationshe should provide " I mean I always dress nice and wear lingerie for him at bedtime like a good loving wife should but he doesn't seem to be interested and makes excuses and falls asleep. "

" Oh Reverand, I don't know what to do ! "

 

[cgraven]

Reverend Batard saw the gorgeous young teen bride visibly relax as he held her hands in his. Then as he had asked her, " What's wrong Isabelle...is it your marriage ? " Isabelle lower lip quivered, and the young blonde’s expressive blue eyes shimmered with tears.

" Yes Reverand...I love my husband so much and would never even dream of being unfaithful to him ! However, I don't think Bradley feels the same way. "

Batard listened to young Isabelle’s little confessions, and her fears of the state of her marriage. She told the kindly Pastor of how she cooked and cleaned for her wayward husband Brad. That she also dressed for his approval, but seemed that he ignored her efforts. Yet the most interesting, was Isabelle little confession that, "I mean I always dress nice and wear lingerie for him at bedtime like a good loving wife should. But he doesn't seem to be interested, and makes excuses, and falls asleep."

So, this ravishing teen beauty was not only alone here in the backwoods of Tennessee but was also sexually frustrated. Batard smiled to himself, this gorgeous young blonde was ripe for the plucking, all she needed was a little push. Nothing to obvious, but a subtle series of little nudges until Isabelle was in his arms, and his bed.

Tears stained Isabelle’s flawless cheeks. Reverend Batard rose and knelt beside the distraught young blonde beauty and hugged her. Isabelle’s firm young body was nestled to his chest. “Don’t cry Isabelle you have done nothing wrong. The problem is not yours, from what you say, you have been a good wife.” Batard still held the young blonde’s body close to his, he let the warmth of his body comfort her and call to hers.

" Oh Reverend, I don't know what to do ! "

“Isabella you need to find something to do outside your home. You know what they say, idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” And Jean Batard was looking forward to playing with Isabelle’s supple young body.

“Perhaps a part time job like the church’s secretary, for example.”

Batard offered Isabelle the first little temptation, that hopefully, would lead to her fall from grace, and into his waiting arms.

 

[angelique127]

" Oh really ? Church secretary ? Of course, I would be so delighted and it would be so wonderful Pastor...I mean Reverand Jean. " Isabelle took her hands away from his hands and clasped them across her ample chest, hardly able to contain her excitement, " Of course I would have to ask my husband first. "

She noticed the pastors frown. " Don't worry Reverand, I am sure he will agree to let me have the job. He knows how much it means to me to serve the church ! "

Isabelle didn't bother to tell the Reverand how controlling and poccessive Brad really was. He insisted that she didn't have to work outside the home because he made enough money to support them both in a comfortable lifestyle. However Isabelle thought she could convince him that she was volunteering her services. It was only a little white lie, the young wife reasoned...

 

[cgraven]

" Oh really ? Church secretary ? Of course, I would be so delighted, and it would be so wonderful Pastor...I mean Reverand Jean. "

The young beauty’s hand slipped from his as she clasped them over her firm breasts. Her mood seemed to change markedly. Instead of being tearfully depressed she seemed to become a bubbly teenager.

In reality Isabelle would tell Brad she was volunteering. That would be her second white lie of the day. Unknowingly taking her second step down a long dark road.


Can you start this coming Wednesday Isabelle?

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Brad was relieved that Isabelle was piously at the local church as he was plowing into his secretary Drew’s tight young pussy.

It was past six when Brad arrived at home. “Honey I am home. It was a great game I really nailed a couple of holes, I was well above Par. Of course, he was thinking nailing Drew not the 17th and the 18th holes. I am not hungry, I had something to eat and a couple of drinks with the guys at the club.

There was no mistaking the scent of another woman on Brad.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle could smell perfume on Brads shirt from across the room. She pretended not to notice, wanting to avoid any confrontation for the time being. Isabelle was more upset that she had prepared his favorite meal and he did not want any, having already ate. Another meal gone to waste.

Brad advised her that he was going to get a shower. Isabelle rolled her eyes, knowing he was going to wash her scent off before going to bed. Then he would fall asleep having to get up early and to work tomorrow, leaving her alone all day once again.

" Honey can I talk to you for a moment before you get in the shower ? Would you mind if I volunteered at the church for a charity function during the week. It would give me something to do while you are gone all day. " she asked him in her sweetest voice.

Brad seemed to think it over. " Okay, I guess, as long as it doesn't interfer with your wifely duties. I expect dinner on the table when I get home and remember tomorrow is laundry day and I need you to pick up my shirts from the Asian laundry mat. "

" Thank you dear, I won't forget. " dhe replied, grateful that he didn't ask for more details.

It would be her first day on the job and Isabelle was so excited. She just wished that she had nicer dresses to wear, that weren't so conservative and modest and that didn't hide her body. Nothing too provocative of course, she was a married lady. After all Isabelle did see a piicture of her husbands secretary on his phone and it seemed like she dressed rather slutty in her short tight skirt and enticing cleaveage. God, how could she even begin to compete with her ?

Isabelle arrived at the church promptly at nine am. Last night she had shaved her legs and massaged lotion on them as part of her beauty regimen. Being a natural beauty Isabelle didn't require that much make up to make her look pretty...

 

[Slyguy999]

A picture of my beautiful young wife. I am one lucky guy

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard was busy working on the coming Sunday’s sermon when he heard a knock at the parsonage joy. “Isabelle come in.” He gave the gorgeous young blonde a fatherly hug. “ Are you ready to learn the ropes of your new position?” Batard smiled to himself at the double intander of his greeting.

The morning seemed to fly by as the reverend showed her the ins and outs of the parish records and correspondence. A ten Jean turned to Isabelle. “Coffee…….I promise it will not be quite as strong as on last Sunday Isabelle.” So, he had noticed her little grimace.

Once again they were sitting at the parsonage’s kitchen table, but this time Isabelle’s coffee had a little something in it, well actually two little something’s. The first was a powerful aphrodisiac, ad the also something that would make the gorgeous young blonde very suspectable to suggestion.

They chatted a while as Batard waited for the drugs to take effect. Today nothing too daring, but then something that this pious young Miss would never think of doing.

“Isabelle it is rather hot….. if you want to loosen the top two buttons of your dress to cool off, it will be fine.”

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle trusted the Reverand and felt comfortable around him, wanting to please him. She was determined to be the best church secretary he ever had. With each sip of the coffee Isabelle started to relax. Reverand Jean told her what her duties would be and it did not seem to be all that difficult. They chatted for awhile and Reverand Jean suggested that since it was so hot that she unbutton the top two buttons of her dress. It was rather warm in here so Isabelle complied. Usually she would think twice before doing so something so daring but today, for some reason, Isabelle had no such inhabitions. She only wanted to please Reverand Jean.

" Yes Pastor, it is rather warm in here. " the young wife looked at him with adoring eyes. He seemed to have the ability to look into her inner soul and understand her. Isabelle had finally found a place where she felt that she belonged.

The young wife actually blushed as she did what she was told. If Brad ever found out about this he would not be pleased about her behavior. However Isabelle was rather spellbound and her fingers lingered and gently touched the top of her breasts...she just couldn't help it ! Her nipples were getting stiff and she crossed her legs in an attempt to stop the tingle between her legs...

 

[cgraven]

Batard, the kindly old Pastor, watched as Isabelle trustingly sipped her drugged coffee unawares what effect it would have on her. He sipped his own coffee as he waited for the tell tail signs that the drug combination he had slipped her, was taking its insidious effect on the gorgeous young blonde.

Jean smiled as he saw Isabelle’s soft blue eyes dilate as the drugs took effect. Isabelle hesitated only a moment when Batard had suggested the she undue the top two buttons of her dress. " Yes Pastor, it is rather warm in here. " the young wife looked at him with adoring eyes. He was quite pleased with the effect, the drugs were having on the young innocent blonde.

Isabelle actually blushed as she did what she was told, her dainty fingers eased the buttons open until they slipped free. A little grimace marred the young teen wife’s angelic face but quickly passed. No doubt some thought of her brutish husband had disturbed her mood.

Jean loved that sweet, young Isabelle was rather spellbound, and her fingers lingered and gently touched the sensual curve of the top of her firm young breasts...it seemed she just couldn't help it! He saw her nipples were getting stiff and strained against the thin material of her open, gaping dress. The innocent young beauty crossed her legs in an attempt to stop the tingle between her legs.

“Yes it is rather hot at the moment Isabelle.” Jean knew he should not push this young blonde beauty to far or too fast, yet damn she was so ready. Throwing caution to the wind, he then removed his clerical collar and undid the top three buttons of his own shirt.

Batard had a broad muscular chest and the wisps of white and ginger hair peeked out from his open shirt. It was then that he decided to push the gorgeous young blonde a little further. He coughed and blushed slightly. “Ahh……Isabelle you appear to be a little…..uncomfortable if……” his voice was shyly, tentative. “if…….you would Like to remove your bra and panties you can use the upstairs bathroom.”

Batard gulped down his coffee. Rose from the table and poured himself another cup, just to have something to do as he waited to see if Isabelle rose to the bait of being free of her confining bra and panties.

 

[angelique127]

The good Pastor noticed that she seemed uncomfortable and suggested that she could go upstairs and remove her bra and panties. For some reason it sounded very sensible to her, after all Isabelle often walked about the house completely naked when her husband Brad was at work. Besides she didn't see any harm in doing so, the Pastor was old enough to be her daddy and he was very kind. Isabelle trusted his judgement and knew he had her best interests at heart.

" Excuse me sir, while I go upstairs and freshen up ! " she suppressed a giggle. The young pretty wife was in a good mood today and felt like she didn't have a care in the world, and was grateful to have a new job, so Isabelle might as well be comfortable while doing it.

While upstairs she checked out her make up in the mirror and decided to apply more lipstick. Isabelle usually didn't wear much make up unless she was going out but today was the first day of her job and wanted to look pretty. She then slipped out of her bra before spraying her favorite perfume between her breasts. Isabelle wondered why her nipples were so tight and hard despite being very warm in here. They usually didn't get taunt unless she was cold.She couldn't resist running her manicured finger over and around her nipple...enjoying the delightful sensation that rippled throughout her body !

Next came her panties, Isabelle couldn't help but notice how damp they were, and that there was this rather strange tingle between her legs. Isabelle stuffed her underwear in her purse along with her bra and satisfied with her appearance and feeling naked except for her dress, went back downstairs, being very careful in her high heels as she desended...

Returning to her chair, the young new employee crossed her legs and smiled sweetly at the Reverand Jean. " Oh my that feels so much better ! "

While he had removed his collar and unbuttoned his own shirt before she went upstairs, Isabelle noticed for the first time how broad his chest was for an older guy...

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard watched as the arouse young beauty made her excuses, "Excuse me sir, while I go upstairs and freshen up! " Angelique suppressed a girlish giggle. The young pretty little blonde beauty seemed in a good mood today, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Jean watched the sexy sway of Angeliques hips as she headed up to the second floor of the parsonage.

Jean thought he heard Angelique cheerful humming as she shed her bra and panties. When once again the gorgeous young teen made her way down stairs, her taunt little nipples strained against the thin material of her dress. It was clear that the young blonde had touched up her lipstick. Oh, how those ripe young lips looked like they were just begging to be kissed. Returning to her chair, the young new girl crossed her legs and smiled sweetly at the Reverend Jean. " Oh, my that feels so much better ! " the young teen breathed.

Reverend Jean Batard saw that young Isabelle seemed to noticed, for the first time how broad his chest was for an older guy. Yet it was also clear, by the way the young, drugged girl’s gorgeous body reacted, that this shy beauty was not really looking at Jean as an old man. “Can I freshen your coffee Isabelle” Just a little more of the insidious drug combination to reenforce the sweet young blonde’s pliable mind set.

For the next several hours they worked very closely on the parish records. Batard’s body would brush up against Angelique’s ravishing young body. Batard smiled to himself as the scent of her arousal grew stronger and stronger.

“I think it has grown hotter Angelique…….If you want you too you can undo a couple more buttons of your dress, if that would make it more comfortable for you.” Jean knew if the young teen wife did loose those next two, or three buttons, her firm young breasts would all but fall out of her dress.

 

[angelique127]

" I think it has grown hotter in here Isabelle ...If you want you can undo a couple more buttons of your dress, if that would make it more comfortable for you. "

" Why Reverand, you devil...if I did that, I might as well be almost naked ! Is that how you like all your church secretarys to be ? " Isabelle pouted, not exactly refusing the invitation. However if her husband ever found out about the Pastors dress code he wouldn't be pleased...still she was tempted. Brad always told her that she had nice breasts so why not show them off ?

Feeling somewhat shy but willing, Isabelle unbuttoned a couple of more buttons on her dress causing her breasts to spill out. " Oh my...please Reverand Jean, you won't tell my husband about this will you ? I don't think he would let me work here anymore, if he found out how naughty I have been. "

Isabelle stared into Pastor Jeans intense gray eyes and began to run her pink manicured fingers around her nipples, making them stiff like when she was up in the restroom touching herself. Why was she behaving like a wicked slut ? Isabelle had always been a good girl, she was a virgin until she got married...

 

[cgraven]

" Why Reverend, you devil...if I did that, I might as well be almost naked ! Is that how you like all your church secretary’s to be ? "

Isabelle gave Jean a sexy little pout, but she did not exactly refusing the invitation and that pleased Batard. Just moments later Isabelle’s delicate fingers unbuttoned a couple more buttons of her dress causing her breasts to spill out. “My Isabelle you have very pretty, perky and firm breasts and you should be justly proud of your gift.”

He loved how Isabelle shyly blushed as she whispered to Pastor Batard. "Oh, my...please Reverend Jean, you won't tell my husband about this will you ? I don't think he would let me work here anymore, if he found out how naughty I have been. "

The kindly old pastor watched as Isabelle’s fingers went to her firm young breasts and began to tease her nipples into taunt little pebbled peaks. This gorgeous young creature was now hopelessly lost in the effects of the drug combination he had fed her. Time to push this sweet naïve beauty a little further. “There is no need to be shy or ashamed Isabelle of your body, for it is the lord’s gift to you after all. We are all born naked.”

Batard let his words curl around the young teen’s mind and drugged senses. This time he would not hint or tell the young beauty what to do. Instead, he would let her young body’s aroused cravings call to Isabelle, to tempt her to go further, to fulfill the sexual frustration that Brad had always left her in after he got his rocks off.

 

[angelique127]

" Oh Reverand Jean, I do declare, I don't know whats a matter with me...I have never felt this way before ! " the pretty young wife insisted. She had to cross her legs again, and squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to stop the tingling in her married pussy ! Isabelle could hardly concentrate on her task on hand and do her job ! It felt like her whole body was aching to be touched !

" My nipples have always been so sensitive ! " Isabelle informed him, squirming around in her chair. It was a good thing she had removed her panties or else they would be saturated by now ! Isabelle, with her dress now around her hips, parted her long shapely legs as she resisted the urge to touch herself down there...the young blonde wife didn't know why she was behaving like a little wicked slut in front of the Reverand ! Unable to help herself Isabelle draped both of her legs over the arms of the chair and lifted the hem of her dress up, revealing her blondish trimmed landing strip and pink pussy lips for him to see what no man except her husband had ever seen before. Her manicured middle finger found her swollen pink button, " Oh my..." she gasped, closing her baby blue eyes and posing for Reverand Jean...

 

[cgraven]

Batard was very pleased at how sweet young Isabelle had so quickly succumbed to the effects of the drug combination he had given her. The young blonde beauty squirmed in her chair her long shapely legs chafing each other in a vain attempt to still the fire the drugs had ignited in her gorgeous young body. "Oh, Reverend Jean, I do declare, I don't know what’s a matter with me...I have never felt this way before! My nipples have always been so sensitive!" the young golden beauty gasped.

Jean loved the way this pious young beauty was trying so desperately to be a good girl, reframe from touching her firm young breasts again. Isabelle was panting in her need to be sexually satisfied. Her husband Brad’s neglect of the young girl’s carnal needs were about to bear fruit for Reverend Batard.

Isabelle was so desperate that she had slouched in her chair, her prim and proper dress was up around her trim little waist when suddenly she shamelessly through her shapely legs over the chair’s arms and bared her needy young pussy to the kindly reverend.

Batard loved the brazen sight of Isabelle’s blonde, neatly trimmed pussy. The way the tip of her little pink tongue slid across the bow of her lower lip, as her manicured middle finger found her swollen pink pearl of passion, "Oh my..." she gasped, her baby blue eyes fluttering closed and posing for Reverend Jean.

“My dear you seem in some distress? Shall I help you out of your dress Isabelle?”

Jean helped the drugged young beauty to her feet and before she knew it her dress, the last vestige of her pious modesty, sensually slid down Isabelle’s gorgeous young body till she stood in all her naked glory before the reverend. “You are a most beautiful and desirable woman Isabelle. How can I sate the fire that burns in you my dear?”

Isabelle was tittering on the edge of the abyss, would her pious upbringing save her or would her hungering young body’s sexual frustrations demand to be satisfied? Jean Batards lips were just a breath away from the young blonde’s all it would take was for her to close that gap. Then she would be lost as the abyss of her sexual need claimed the naïve innocent young blonde.

 

[Ironranger]

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[angelique127]

Isabelle stood up and let Reverand Jean help her remove her dress, leaving her stark naked except for her high heels. " You are a most beautiful and desirable woman, Isabelle, How can I sate the fire that burns in you my dear ? "

" Oh my Pastor, I think the very devil himself has taken over my body ! Please help me, I don't know what to do ! " the young pretty married damsel in distress pleaded, shocked at her bad behavior. Isabelle had no idea that she had been given a powerful drug in her coffee by Reverand Jean, who she trusted, that made her lose all her inhabitions and act so wicked...

Near tears and confused, Isabelle dropped to her knees in front of the Pastor, wanting to worship him and desperate to to submit to his wishes...the young wife knew it was wrong, and adultry was a sin but she just coudn't help herself. In the bible, in the scipture of Adam and Eve, of the first male and female, Eve had been unable to resist the temptation and bit the apple...never knowing wrong from right.

Reverand Jean stood over her and Isabelle noticed the huge bulge in his trousers. Like she was hypnotized, Isabelle pulled down his zipper, undid his belt and helped him take off his trousers, exposing the biggest erect cock she had ever saw in her entire life. It was twice the size of her husbands, if not more !

" Oh my..." she gasped in pure delight...

 

[cgraven]

Isabelle stood up and shamelessly let Reverend Jean help her remove her dress, leaving her stark naked except for her high heels. "Oh, my Pastor, I think the very devil himself has taken over my body ! Please help me, I don't know what to do !"

Ah this adorable little lamb was ripe for the plucking. Isabelle was gorgeous as she stood their in all her naked glory pleading with the pastor to help her in her sexual distress. Poor Isabelle did not know, she had been drugged, nor could she understand why all her inhibitions seemed to have evaporated or why she was acting so wickedly. Near tears and confused, Isabelle dropped to her knees in front of the Pastor, wanting to worship him and desperate to, to submit to his wishes. The kneeling young beauty pulled down his zipper, undid his belt and helped him take off his trousers, exposing the biggest erect cock she had ever seen in her entire young life, and it was all hers. " Oh my..." she gasped in pure delight.

“Would you like to suck my dick Isabelle………you may if that would help Isabelle.” Batard knew that this innocent 19-year-old beauty was lost and soon it would not be her sweet young lips, or tight little throat that would please him but her chaste tight young pussy that would pleas him. But first things first, those sweet moist ripe lips had a ramped cock to please, a cock that would become even more impressive to the young innocent.

Reverend Batard would lead Isabelle on each step of her fall from grace into a life where she would become his sweet little slut and sex slave helpless to refuse him anything.

 

[angelique127]

Reverand Jean Batard had the young blonde housewife where he wanted her and that was on her knees ready to worship his cock. Isabelle wasn't the first female of the flock to be in such a position but she was one of the prettiest. She was a true treasure to behold!

" Would you like to suck my dick Isabelle ? "

" Oh yes...but it is so big, twice the size of my husbands. " Isabelle had never sucked a cock before, not even her husbands no matter how much he tried to convince her. She considered it dirty and refused to engage in such a disgusting and sinful act, but here she was desperate to please the Pastor. His big cock was simply magnificent and worthy of attention ! Dispite all of her inexperience, Isabelle made up for it in enthusiasium when she took it in her hand and flickered her wet tongue across the very sensitive membrane underneath the head of his cock. Isabelle stared up at him with her adoring blue eyes...

At the same time her middle finger found her inflamed pink clitty and played with it, unable to resist the urge to pleasure herself, aware that her body had betrayed itself...

 

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Reverend Jean Batard had the young blonde housewife where he wanted her, where she was meant to be, and that was on her knees, her adoring eyes gazing up at him eager to please him in any way he wished. The caress of her soft pink lips was heavenly. It was clear that Isabelle had most likely had never sucked a cock before in her young life, yet Isabelle in her need to please him, was more than willing. Despite all of her inexperience, Isabelle made up for it in enthusiasm. Isabelle stared up at him with her adoring blue eyes.

This adoring young 19-year-old teenaged housewife was perhaps the youngest beauty in his flock that Batard had decided to take. Isabelle was so young and innocent that he looked forward to making her his little slut and sexual slave. Yet there was more he wanted than just here submission to his will. She was perfect, just right for all hollow’s eve and the summoning. That touch of naïve innocence, her youth, and her beauty made her the perfect sacrifice, to summon the power he wished to bind.

Batard sensually ran his fingers through Isabelle’s golden tresses. He let the golden strands sensually drip from his fingertips. “Isabelle………” his voice was a mesmerizing call to the drugged young teen beauty, like misty fingers it wrapped around her will. “………Isabell take my manhood into your chaste young mouth my dear. Swirl your tongue around the shaft of my cock as you sweetly suck it like a popsicle.”

Slowly he instructed the young golden teen in the art of how to please a man orally. He smiled down into Isabelle’s soft blue eyes as his cock swelled and gushed his white-hot sperm into her chaste young mouth. “Swallow my gift to you, swallow it all Isabelle.”



Isabelle was quite accommodating on her first day of work at the parsonage. Batard suggested in the future that Isabelle wear a simple white blouse, and a skirt, the hem 3” above her knees, as more fitting for the parish secretary.

Each day, and each work break would feature a drugged coffee for Isabelle till it was well ingrained in the young teen wife to obey Pastor Jean no matter what he asked of her.

He looked forward to Isabelle’s second day of work.