A Puritan Minister’s Marriage Succumbs to Natural Sexuality.

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The

next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night

before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from

those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like

the Devil's Whore.

The

Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a

strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once

more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He

retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her

behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their

intimacy return to their normal form.

Whilst

the Pastor was initially sated, subsequent evenings (although resulting

in orgasm), left him feeling disappointed that his wife would not

participate more freely.

While

Elizabeth had become cool and unresponsive to her husband's advances,

she could understand that his desires were kindled by Charity. She was a

sweet young woman. Hard working, diligent, obedient, Godly. She was all

these things and more; her face had a natural beauty and when she

walked it was with a lithesome grace. The Pastor's wife found herself

wishing she had looked like her at the age of 18, but this was not

jealousy so much as admiration. She quickly became fond of the girl and

while she was a servant, she accepted her as more of a companion.

It

was during a warmer early Summer month that Elizabeth suggested a bath.

Not their usual weekly wash, but bathing in the nearby river. She knew

of a little used path that led to a deep, yet relatively still pool

which had been created during heavy rains. It was remote, away from

regular paths and therefore away from prying eyes. They arranged to go

there on the next occasion that the Pastor was away for the day on

parish business.

It

was mid-morning, after the necessary chores had been completed that the

two women set off. Charity had never been far from her Father's home

and had been even less distance since joining the Pastor and his wife.

So, this felt quite an adventure for the young woman. The journey was

only about half an hour, but in that time, they had crossed several

fields and gone through two areas of woodland. When they arrived at the

river it came as a surprise; one moment they were walking through

dappled woodland and then suddenly there was a river with trees on the

other side. They moved along the bank a short distance and found the

pool. It was calm and the bank leading down to it was a shallow slope.

In

a happy mood, both women took off their shoes and stripped down to

their shifts. But before they entered the water, Elizabeth reached into a

small bag she had brought with her.

"I have a gift for you Charity," she said.

"For me?"

"Yes." She took her hand out of the bag and held out the gift to Charity.

"What is it Mistress?"

"Soap. Not the kind for washing clothes, but the type used for gentlewomen to bathe with."

Charity's

mouth formed a perfect O at the wonder that some people had such things

and that furthermore she was being presented with it.

"Come, let us enter the water."

Elizabeth

invited Charity to step down first. She then took Elizabeth's hand and

helped her down into the cool water. They took their time getting into

the deepest point, getting used to the temperature. The river pool came

up to around their waist, soaking the lower part of their shifts.

Now

that they were in the water, Elizabeth realized she hadn't thought

about how each of the women would bathe, but as Charity dipped down,

soaking the remainder of her shift, she heard herself say, "Perhaps you

had better remove you shift and turn around, then I can soap your back.

Charity

paused, wondering if she had heard correctly, but her mistress was

obviously waiting, so she reached down and raised it up over her head.

Elizabeth held back a gasp when the young woman's breasts came into

view. All too quickly she had turned around, so the soaping began.

After

doing Charity's neck, shoulders, back and hips, the young woman dipped

down into the water to wash the suds away. Elizabeth bade her to turn

around and with a deep breath began to soap her upper chest, moving down

slowly onto her breasts.

Charity

just stood and watched as her mistress's hands moved downwards and

contacted her nipples, made stiff by the cool waters. She shivered, but

not from the cold. Eventually the hands moved further down and

eventually reached her quivering stomach, where she stopped.

After another cleansing dip, Charity spoke, "Perhaps it is my turn to soap you mistress?"

Elizabeth's shift joined Charity's on the riverbank, and she turned her back for the girl to bathe it.

Charity

worked swiftly, soaping Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. She marveled at

the older woman's strong musculature, gained from many years of hard

work. Slightly taller in stature, the cleft of her buttocks was visible

above the line of the water. The soap-smothered hands went all the way

down to that line and Elizabeth wondered if she dared to turn around.

The hand pulling at her shoulder told her it was time to do so. She

could not resist and turned, lifting her head high, proud to display her

breasts for washing.

Charity

took longer to bathe Elizabeth's breasts, they were larger than hers

and each woman was enjoying the sensations too much. But it had to come

to an end, and she squatted down in the water to rinse her body.

Elizabeth

had not thought about the next step, as she and Charity stood looking

at each other in the waist deep water. Nobody but her husband had ever

seen her naked. And that only recently, by dim candlelight. But this was

another woman, so their nakedness could not be sinful, could it?

She

took Charity by the hand and led her to the shallows, where it was only

ankle deep. She looked with admiration at the youthful body and bade

her turn around. Kneeling, she began to soap the slender legs, gradually

moving higher. When she reached her buttocks, she deliberatel