Rev. Bob had barely got his pants up and his belt buckled when he heard someone come in the side entrance of the church.
"Hello? Reverend Bob? Are you there?" A pretty young blonde teen came around the corner and stood in Bob's office door, "Oh hi Reverend Bob, I just dropped by on the off chance you were here."
It was Anna, a tall 19 year old who had graduated from the High School the year before.
A daughter of one of his long time members Bob had known her for many years, first as a member of his Junior Choir and Youth Group and now as a member of his Mom's and Tot's group. Anna had the bad luck to get pregnant on the night of her Senior Prom. Her date, John Walsh, was the Football team's Captain and star Quarterback during Anna's graduating year. Walsh cut a swath through the young women in the Grade 12 class and was considered a real cocksman. Impregnating the young Anna had not been his intention and in fact he denied that the child was his and refused to pay any kind of support or even talk to Anna.
Anna had been a challenge for the young stud. He had bedded just about every girl worth bedding in the Senior class by year end except for the lovely young Anna. Anna was a fairly serious student, a non drinker and non partier. She was tall and lovely and she had even been considered by a modelling agency for work in the fashion industry. She was what some men would call "a real spinner." Slim and shapely she probably weighed no more than 110 pounds wringing wet. Her perky little B cup breasts did not require a bra for support and she rarely wore one at all. She had a flat tummy, full thighs and a delectable little bubble butt that also defied gravity. She was a natural blonde with little hair on her arms and legs and what there was of it was also blonde. Bob imagined the hair on her pussy was likely blonde as well, although he thought, most girls her age now shaved their vaginas, a trend that Bob very much approved of.
Anna was not a girl who ran around sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry. She was what would have been called "a good girl," in Bob's day. She considered herself lucky at the time that John had invited her to the Prom and had not intended to have sex that night. However, after a few too many drinks and some slow grinds on the dance floor the feel of John's hard cock through his tuxedo pants had inflamed her libido. One thing led to another and she and John got a motel room after the Prom and fucked and sucked most of the early morning hours away. John hated condoms and never wore them if he didn't have to. Girls that John hung out with were on the pill so he just assumed that Anna was too. He was angry when she told him she was pregnant and refused to acknowledge the child as his own. She had been a lot of fun to fuck, he told the guys on the football team, but he certainly wasn't ready to be a father.
Anna had been coming to see Rev. Bob for support and counsel for many months now as she struggled with being a single teen parent and it seemed that every new day brought new challenges for the young Mom. Almost in defiance of the deadbeat Dad she had named the child, John, a fact that angered John Walsh all the more.
It was now mid afternoon and the lovely young blonde sat in one of the guest chairs in Rev Bob's office pouring out her heart and her latest woes. Bob knew a lot about the young woman sitting in front of him. She was an intelligent person with the normal desires of a young teenage woman, but she was no slut. Penny, he'd come to learn earlier that day, was a real hard core little slut who had no compunctions about seducing an older man and making him pleasure her as she saw fit. Anna, on the other hand, was a passionate young woman who needed an emotional connection before she could have sex with a man. She'd been in a long term "high school sweetheart" relationship for most of her early and middle high school years and certainly knew about sex and how to not only please a boy but also how to make sure he pleasured her and didn't leave her hanging. She and her high school sweetie had explored each others bodies on many occasions and she missed that intimacy, especially now that she had a child and no partner to share her life with.
"I just hate the fact that John won't acknowledge little Johnny," she said, "he's the spitting image of him and he really is a very good baby." Bob nodded and made encouraging noises to urge the young woman to speak further.
"He's 4 months now and he's really got a voracious appetite!" she exclaimed, "he just fastens on to the boob and wants to nurse all the time."
Bob's eyes automatically went to the young woman's chest as she spoke of Johnny's appetite for her teats and he had to admit that now that she was lactating there was almost a doubling in size of Anna's boobs. She was wearing a loose top in order to better facilitate breast feeding and even though it was loose he could make out the swell of her milk filled tits through the sheer material. Bob remembered how gorgeous his wife Katy's tits were when they had their children. They aroused him in a spectacular way and the boner he used to get looking at her tits and then sucking them was a true diamond cutter. He'd never felt his cock so hard as when he sucked warm breast milk from Katy's lactating titties.
Anna squirmed a little in the chair and winced slightly.
"What's wrong Anna?" Bob said, "are you in pain?"
