The Community

All my life my family's summers were spent at our church's retreat called 'The Community'.

There are many families that attend with many children. It's basically like a summer camp for families.

I have come to find out there is more to it then the children are allowed to know. I have recently become an adult and now have to decide if I choose to stay in the community or not.

My parents sponsored my membership and extolled to me the many benefits. Among other things the community will pay my college tuition as well as guarantee me a successful position when I graduate.

I will not bore you with all the minute details but, suffice to say, if you are an upstanding member of 'The Community' then you are set for life.

And apparently I was the first child of members to be offered an adult membership. I was always the oldest of the children so that was not such a shock to me.

After signing a non disclosure agreement that if I read correctly meant that if I broke it they could've harvested my organs, I was shown to my room in the adult section. It felt weird not going to the children's dormitory.

The woman who showed me to my room was an attractive woman about my mother's age. She wore a church uniform dress that fit snugly around her intoxicating curves. My eyes were glued to her jiggling ass, especially as we climbed the stairs. At one point she looked over her shoulder as I looked up, clearly busted, she gave me a friendly smile.

It was just before the season so the only people at dinner besides me and my parents were Pastor Tim and his wife Mrs Waite.

Mrs Waite was my school principal. As a principal she was a hard ass to say the least. Always stern and demanding and always with her hair in a tight bun and looking down at you over her glasses. But as Pastor Tim's wife she was always the complete opposite, so nice and kind.

And God was she beautiful. I mean holy shit beautiful. She must be 40ish with long blond hair and a face and body to die for. When she smiles I sometimes think I might explode in my pants.

I wasn't sure who was hotter, the principal in her tight skirt outfits and unnerving command or the pastors wife in her billowy dresses that sometimes rode up her leg with smiles that made me almost wet myself.

I was asked to go to a common room before retiring. When I entered I asked if we were waiting on my parents.

"No, Sam, we were hoping to speak to you alone for a bit."

I sat in the chair opposite them. Pastor Tim was still dressed as he was but Mrs Waite was now in a silky robe that went to about her knees. My dick got hard as I noticed a bit of her thigh peeking through.

"Sam, you are the first of the children to be offered an adult membership. To be honest we debated whether or not to wait until you were older but your parents believe you are mature enough for this step."

I knew they sponsored me but I didn't realize they had to sort of vouch for me as well.

"I know you are on a trial basis as of now but do you have any reservations about becoming a member?"

"Not really pastor. I've always loved it here and I know it would make my parents happy."

"I'm glad to hear it but the reason should be for you alone. Wanting to please your parents is admirable but you must make a serious personal commitment to this church."

"I understand pastor, really."

The pastor smiled and Mrs Waite eyes went down as he continued speaking.

"The other reason we asked you here is to explain the one component of our community that isn't written or spoken of anywhere."

I had no idea where he was going.

"In this community the women serve the men."

I still had no idea.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, pastor, I don't understand."

"I'm saying that in this community it is every woman's responsibility to serve the men's needs."

I looked to Mrs Waite who was still looking down. I had no words. Does he mean what I think he means? Pastor Tim took pity on my confusion.

"I asked my wife here to demonstrate."

"Tim!" His wife interrupted.

"June, we have been over this. Is he an adult?"

"Yes," she answered.

"And is he still your student?"

"No," she answered.

Mrs Waite released a deep breath, stood and looked me in the eye.

"Is there anything I can offer you for your pleasure, Sam?"

I looked to Pastor Tim.

"Anything," I asked?

Pastor Tim smiled and stood.

"Sam, I will leave you both to discover the meaning of 'anything' but, Sam, the women serve but the men are always respectful. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Don't worry, Mrs Waite will guide you."

I turned back to Mrs Waite as the door closed behind the pastor. We stood staring at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time. My thoughts racing. My heart trying to pound its way through my chest and my cock trying to poke its way through my pants.

Here goes nothing.

"Mrs Waite, would you mind untying your robe."

She gave me a forced smile and untied her robe and let it fall open. Her breasts spilled out as she was only wearing panties.

I stood in awe as I looked her up and down. She was magnificent. Her gorgeous breasts, her smooth silky skin, her thighs and the sexiest little gap beneath her crotch.

After a minute or two I was able to form words again.

"Will you now remove the robe, Mrs Waite?"

She threw her shoulders back and let the robe fall to the floor. My legs went a little weak so I fell back into a chair and marvelled at her incredible physique.

The principal and pastor's wife I have fantasized about countless times is almost naked in front of me waiting for my next request. What was my next request?

"So, anything you say?"

Mrs Waite smiled and took a step towards me.

"You don't need to be shy, Sam. What I guess you are thinking is available to you now. You need only specify."

I stood.

"So in the future if I specify you come to me as Principal Waite?"

She laughed.

"Then Principal Waite you shall have. Pastor Tim was serious though, no woman here will accept any disrespect."

"Will you come here then and remove my clothes for me."

My knees went weak again as she approached me. She smiled as she undid the buttons of my shirt.

"You were against this earlier, were you not, I asked?

"I was not against you personally. I've always thought highly of you. You are the first of my students that I will now be required to service and I have been having trouble becoming accustomed to that."

She removed my shirt and moved to my trousers.

"Yes well, It is out of my hands now and to be quite honest, the way you have looked at me and the way you have made me laugh has made it a lot easier so thank you for that."

She moved down to her knees as she pulled my pants down, slipping each leg over my feet. She looked back up at me.

"Shall I remove everything?"

I looked down and smiled and she smiled up at me in return. There really wasn't much doubt about the answer.

"Yes, please."

She lowered my underwear slowly, never taking her eyes off of my erection. She returned her gaze to my eyes.

"Is there anything I can do for you while I am still down here, Sam?"

I trembled with anxiousness.

"I think you know the answer to that question, Mrs Waite."

She smiled and looked back at my throbbing erection.

"I think you will find it will be easier if you are explicit with the women here, Sam. Tell us what you need and you will find us all very compliant."

I was about to ask her to suck my cock but then I remembered what Pastor Tim said about being respectful and wasn't sure how to ask.

"I am trying to figure out a way to say it that doesn't sound vulgar."

She laughed again.

"Why don't I help you this time and give you an example on how to word your requests?"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That would be very helpful, Mrs Waite."

"Sam, would you like me to pleasure your penis with my mouth?"

"Yes, please."

Mrs Waite didn't hesitate and took my cock into her mouth and slowly worked it in a gentle rhythm while lapping her tongue round and round.

I put my head back, in thirty seconds of ecstasy, until my load burst forth. Mrs Waite never broke stride and drank every drop of my seed.

I fell back into the chair, no longer having the ability to stand. I held out my hand and guided Mrs Waite into my lap. She laid against me as I recovered. I was embarrassed for the quickness of my ejaculation and apologized. She reassured me she enjoyed it and I would gain more control in time.

My hand was exploring her magnificent breasts as a myriad of questions entered my mind.

"The women that work here in the church, are they included in the requirements," I asked.

"Any woman in the adult areas is required to serve. Did you have someone in mind?"

"Well the Ms Adams that showed me to my room seemed quite nice."

She laughed.

"You are going to keep us busy I see. I will let her know to make herself available to you."

"And don't forget I will need a visit from Principal Waite."

I pinched her nipple as I said that and her breathing changed.

"Principal Waite looks forward to it."

I asked her to stand and I removed her panties. Her pussy was glorious and neatly groomed. I could see some wetness which made me much bolder.

I brought her back into my lap with her back against me and asked her to spread her legs for me and began to explore the rest of her body.

I asked more questions as I found her wetness and stroked her pussy.

"Do the men not fight over you?"

She answered through ragged breaths. My cock sprang back to life with excitement.

"A woman can only be available to one man at a time so sometimes you must wait until the first man is finished with her."

Her pussy was now gushing and she was moaning loudly. Once I found her clit she cried out. I worked it in rhythmic circles while she panted and squirmed.

"I need your orgasm, Mrs Waite," I whispered in her ear.

That sent Mrs Waite over the edge and my former principal and current pastor's wife bucked and orgasmed right before my very eyes.

Once recovered Mrs Waite thanked me and stood and fixed her hair. I now got to see her perfect ass clearly for the first time.

"Not every man here is considerate of a woman's needs."

As she said that she turned and noticed my renewed erection.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Sam?"

"Certainly," I said as I guided her back to my lap facing me this time.

She climbed up and lowered herself onto my cock rocking slowly up and down. I kissed her breasts.

"I didn't have to be specific that time," I teased.

She giggled as she said, "Implicitness isn't necessarily a requirement. Although I suspect you will become accustomed to wording your requests quite quickly, I felt confident I understood your desire just now."

"Is there any chance at all I might be rewarded with another orgasm from you, Mrs Waite."

Her breathing increased substantially. I think she likes being talked to during sex.

"My nipples are very sensitive."

I smiled as I took one into my mouth and sucked hard while Mrs Waite increased her pace.

She moaned and grunted and just before I lost my load she screamed out with another orgasm.

"Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam."

I have never been so turned on in my life and blew my load into her a millisecond later as she continued to fuck me until I became soft.

Before she got up she kissed me so tenderly I thought I might cry.

She stood and faced me.

"Are you sufficiently satisfied this evening, Sam?"

"By far the best night of my life, Mrs Waite. I am over the moon content. Thank You."

We both got dressed and she stopped and turned as she opened the door to leave.

"Sam, I'm surprised you didn't ask any questions concerning your mother."

I gasped.

"Talk to her tomorrow and remember, Sam. Be respectful!"

I could hear her giggle her way down the hall.