Chapter 22: Sharing a Secret

Lucinda was in many ways naïve but she was also a mature woman who knew the facts of life... and how life was created. It was now almost two months since the boarder, Mr. Best, had had his way with her. And she hadn't had a period. Priscilla had not had one for three months but she never thought about it nor did she really know the significance. Little Leena, like her stepmother, had missed two periods but she knew it was just chance. Mr. Best had never fucked her when her period was close so in her ignorance she believed she was safe.

Mrs. Wilson was sick. Every morning. And sick emotionally also for she realized that she was with child. And it wasn't Reverend Wilson's child. He always used protection until he'd gone away to have that operation. The first time after his return he'd used a condom but since then he'd done it twice without protection. Maybe the operation didn't work. Unless it was the schoolteacher's child? An unwilled rush of warmth suffused her loins as the memory of that sinful experiences returned once again, as it had many times since she'd sinned. But she had to tell him. Maybe he would know what to do?

Bob was surprised when there was a knock on his door shortly after the family left for the church service. He was even more surprised when he opened the door to find the preacher's wife standing there.

The chaste (except for that one time) woman would never admit, not even to herself, that her purpose was anything other than to apprise Mr. Best of her pregnancy. And she was sure that she was pregnant. But she came to the door wearing a blouse that, when worn like now without a jacket, showed off her magnificent breasts.

Lucinda's big round tits had been a source of embarrassment to her ever since her teens. When the other girls at high school had been stuffing socks and tissues in their bras to make their boobs appear bigger, Lucinda's had already grown to be bigger and rounder and fuller than the tits of most full-grown women. It was these large mammaries that had first attracted the attention of Reverend Wilson but, until tonight, Bob Best had really not noticed them. Priscilla's bounteous bosom was no larger and perhaps not even as large.

"Mrs. Wilson? I thought you were at church," Bob exclaimed as his eyes took in the splendid fullness of the woman's blouse. "Come in and have a seat," he added although there was not much of a seat selection in his bedroom.

"Uh, Sir. Mr. Best. I had to see you... to talk to you," Lucinda stammered nervously as her boarder led her over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed while Bob moved the straight chair from his desk over beside where his buxom landlady was perched.

"Sure, Mrs. Wilson. What do you want to talk about." Mentally he was stripping off the woman's clothes as he remembered how comfortable her plushly upholstered body had felt beneath and around him. It had been several days since he had last enjoyed the compliant services of Leena or Priscilla and his organ swelled at the sight of this mature, luscious creature.

"It's... like... I'm with child, Mr. Best," the woman said haltingly. "You made me with child, Sir."

"What? Me? No, Mrs. Wilson, it must have been Reverend Wilson. I'm sure it was."

"No. No it wasn't. He's been... like... he had an operation. It couldn't have been him. What are we going to do?"

Bob wasn't a stranger to this situation only this time, with a married woman, he wasn't very worried. He got an extra charge out of having demonstrated his virility and his unruly penis jutted out hungrily under his loose-fitting sweatpants. The woman's obvious timidity and trepidation added to his arousal and, as he spoke he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We shouldn't do anything, Mrs. Wilson. Not about that, anyway. Are you sure you're pregnant?" He slid his hand down over the swell of her blouse-filling breasts and hefted one of the heavy, bra-encased globes. "Are yur breasts getting bigger? Have you noticed a change in them?"

Lucinda blushed furiously at the man's question and his increasingly intimate touch. "Sir? No. That is... I don't know?" He was opening the buttons of her blouse and she wasn't sure what she should do.

The woman had been taught that it was wrong to let a man gaze lustfully upon her naked body. Reverend Wilson had rarely seen her naked but of course he didn't really try any more.

"We'll just have to check, then," Bob said, amused and excited by the woman's almost childish tractability. She looked up at him with a mix of alarm and submissiveness in her expression as he pushed the blouse down off her shoulders and reached behind to unhook her brassiere.

The Reverend Wilson's wife couldn't help but see the projecting bulge at the schoolteacher's crotch that was only inches away from her face. She was anxious and uneasy but as she looked at the evidence of the man's long stiff cock she felt another emotion stirring within her. She had been feeling this new emotion more and more since the night her boarder had assaulted her and her husband's infrequent demands just made it worse because they increased the intensity of the emotion without giving her the release she had felt when Mr. Best had taken her. It seemed to start as a tingling in the vicinity of her private parts, and then spread gradually throughout her body. Suddenly she realized that she was staring at her boarder's crotch, and that he was watching her. She looked quickly away in embarrassment.

"Hey, that's all right, Mrs. Wilson," Bob said, chuckling. "There's nothing wrong with you looking at me... at my cock." He quickly pushed down his sweats to free his throbbing tool for action. "It's not as if you haven't had it inside you."

"Mr. Best! No! Don't. Don't talk that way," Lucinda protested as the man sat beside her, took her in his arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth. As they kissed, Lucinda felt herself softening. She didn't understand her reaction but she allowed her body to go limp, and let herself be supported by the strength of the muscular boarder's arms alone. He tightened his grip, holding her closer to him. As he kissed her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, running its tip along her even white teeth. She hadn't been kissed like this since Reverend Wilson had begun his seduction, years ago, and she felt the heat grow in her belly.

Bob felt the woman's resistance melting. He reached one arm around behind her, and, lifting her gently he began to remove her skirt and undergarments. As soon as she was naked he pressed his lips passionately to hers and kissed her again. This time, when his tongue invaded her mouth, he sought her tongue. He found it and jabbed gently at it with his own.

At first the chaste and inexperienced woman did nothing, but then, tentatively, she began to fence with his tongue. The points of their tongues played together for a moment, and then Bob drew his tongue back into his own mouth. A moment later, he pressed forward again and explored her mouth with his tongue, seeking her little pink tongue. When he found it, they fenced for a moment, and then once more Bob's tongue retreated into his own mouth. This time Lucinda's tongue followed his part of the way, stopping when she reached her own lips

.

Bob immediately drove his tongue forward again, this time meeting Lucinda's at the parted entrance to her mouth. He ran the point of his tongue around hers for a moment and then drew back again. This time she followed.

When Bob felt the woman's tongue entering his mouth for the first time, he was elated. This time he wouldn't have to force her, he hoped. He sucked gently, drawing her tongue even further into his mouth. After dueling with it for a moment, he pressed forward with his own tongue, driving back into

Lucinda's soft, warm mouth.

Bob continued to kiss and nibble at his landlady's mouth until her breathing became slightly heavier. Gently, and ever so softly, he let one hand rest lightly on the mountainous swell of her big tit. Without moving his hand at all, he allowed the pressure to become slightly heavier. He could feel her nipple against the palm of his hand. He began to move his hand in a tight little circle over the hard point of her nipple. Lucinda sighed.

Taking her sigh as his cue to move ahead, Bob cupped one of her naked tits in his hand. Although his hands were large, the giant mound of flesh was almost too much for one of his hands to hold. He squeezed her tit with a firm but gentle pressure, feeling the nipple hardening still more.

He continued to kiss her, but now moved his other hand so that it cupped her other tit. His cock was so hard that it ached and pained him. For a moment he was tempted to just stick his cock in but her big soft tits felt so good in his hand that he just couldn't bring himself to stop. He continued moving his hands around in gentle little circles across the soft swell of her big booby. As he did so, Lucinda moaned softly. It was a sound of need and compliance, and it set his cock to throbbing.

He lowered his head until his lips found the pebble-hard point of one of her erect nipples and he began to suck it. He moved his hands slowly down across the contour of her convex abdomen, moving his fingertips back and forth as he went. Then, at the point where her thighs met her torso, he felt the thick fur of her pubic hair. That was his goal. He began to move his hand back and forth across her pubic mound, petting her hair and her cunt and he could feel the lips of her pussy flowering open at his gently caressing touch.