The Pastor's Wife
Copyright© 2026 by Peyton Allen
Chapter 13: First Taste and Claimed
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: First Taste and Claimed - New maintenance man just showed up at church… and he knows exactly who the pastor’s wife used to be in college. Let’s just say she wasn’t praying back then. Her perfect life is about to crumble. The Pastor’s Wife drops soon — you don’t wanna miss this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slut Wife DomSub Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Clergy Doctor/Nurse Transformation AI Generated
Dale didn’t rush.
He kept Mariah standing right there in the middle of the room, his thumb still gently stroking her bottom lip while he looked down at her like she was something he already owned.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Is that fear ... or something else?”
Mariah’s breath hitched. “Both,” she whispered honestly.
Mary Ann moved behind her, pressing her full breasts against Mariah’s back as she slowly peeled the white sundress the rest of the way down. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving the young wife in nothing but a simple white lace bra and matching panties.
Pam circled around to her side, eyes hungry. “Look at her ... so pretty and untouched. Jacob doesn’t deserve this body.”
Dale finally leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle.
His big hand cupped the back of her head as his mouth claimed hers — deep, possessive, demanding. Mariah moaned into his mouth, her small hands instinctively grabbing his shirt. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and her eyes were glassy with lust.
Pam unhooked her bra and let it fall. Dale’s hands immediately covered Mariah’s bare breasts, squeezing them possessively while his thumbs brushed her hard nipples.
“These are mine now,” he growled against her neck.
Mariah whimpered, her head falling back against Mary Ann’s shoulder.
Mary Ann kissed the side of her neck softly. “That’s it, sweetheart.
Just feel. Let him take what he wants.”
Dale dropped to one knee, hooked his fingers in her panties, and slowly dragged them down her smooth legs. When he leaned in and pressed his mouth between her thighs, Mariah’s knees almost buckled.
“Oh my God...” she gasped, fingers gripping Dale’s short hair.
Pam and Mary Ann held her steady between them, kissing her neck and shoulders while Dale devoured her pussy with long, slow licks. The contrast of their soft mouths and his rough, hungry tongue made Mariah’s head spin.
Within minutes she was trembling, moaning, her small body shaking between the three of them.
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