A Family Affair
Copyright© 2026 by Obmuj
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This story covers a couple of generations of love among family members. Some become sexually aware as the main characters in the story enjoy the tingles and merging of family relationships.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Oral Sex Pregnancy
Two young boys from the area told of seeing and hearing Shirley Jean reach the height of religion that night. The boys claimed they had decided to hang out and wait for Shirley Jean to see if they could walk her home as both had a thing about the cute, large-busted girl. Shirley Jean didn’t leave the church immediately like the others, so the two pals had stood outside the window and looked inside the church to see why the hot-looking teen hadn’t left for home like everyone else.
According to the boys, they had watched Shirley Jean undress in less than a couple of minutes while speaking with the new preacher. Their story was that the girl wasn’t the only one who got naked in the church. According to the boys, the preacher removed his bid overalls and white shirt he had on that night. Their description of what the fifteen-year-old girl looked like naked must have been accurate.
Shirley Jean’s mother confirmed to friends when they discussed the girl and the preacher that she did indeed have three moles on the lower part of her tummy. They were below her belly button, and the first one was just above the thatch of hair she had commenced to grow only a couple of months before. Most of those who had seen the cute teen in the thin linen dress had been able to note the marks on her body the night she was married.
Also, according to Denny, Shirley Jean must have a lot of something extra in her blood because, “That Shirley Jean has as much hair on her pussy as she has on her head.”
Once more, her mother somehow confirmed this detail about her daughter’s body. Some of the other women wondered how a girl who had only become a teen a couple of months previously could have so much pubic hair. They listened as the mother informed them, “I’m also hairy down below - you know all around my female part.”
A few of the women in the area were treated to a view of the mother’s massive hirsute growth during their get-together and swimming in the creek with their kids. Some of the kids were nearly teens and accompanied their mother’s to the creek, and many a young lad had to stay in the water because he was embarrassed by the swelling between his young legs. Of course, the girls in the water seemed to find it fun to ‘brush against that straight thing’ their older male friends had started to grow.
“Heck, fire that Shirley Jean laid on the floor, and the new preacher gave her his divine rod so hard the rafters shook when he split her beaver and popped her cherry,” Billy told anyone who would listen. Of course, he and Denny had a captive audience in almost every male in the county.
From the time Shirley Jean was eleven and her development commenced, she had been an eye-pleaser and fueled many men’s imagination of their doing it with such a young girl. A girl with what must be the biggest boobs to ever grow on a girl in their local town.
So many guys wanted to bust her open that any story about her was welcomed as they felt cheated by that red-haired, fire-preaching man who landed in their midst with no notice and popped that desirable cherry on Shirley Jean that all the males around wanted to have the honor of splitting within two hours after first seeing the girl, and after church that historic Sunday night.
In fact, the boys claimed Shirley Jean’s father walked into the church after his daughter didn’t catch up with the family, and he had walked back to the church after her. Seems he got there just in time to hear his daughter shout out her thanks to the preacher. According to the boys, it was Shirley Jean’s second shout of alarm with the preacher on top of her nude body.
The first cry took place when the preacherman plucked Little Shirley Jean’s cherry so suddenly that the girl cried out he was killing her while her young, thin legs were flying out in every direction. “Man, that girl got her goodies so good that she shouted out her thanks to the preacher and told him all kinds of things,” Billy repeated often.
“Heck yeah, that girl cummed harder than any little girly I ever knew,” when Billy was asked if Shirley Jean got off her first time to have poontang.
Seventy-year-old Willie Derkson was listening to the conversation taking place between the boy and the men, and he inquired, “Yous’ saying that you’s heard her crying out when she cummed, young snapper of a lad?”
“Heck yeah, Mister Derkson, I listened as Shirley Jean cried when she was busted and also shouted out her happiness when her little box gave up its first comes,” Billy replied.
Knowing he had everyone’s attention with the story of Shirley Jean being nailed by the preacherman, Billy went on to say, “You all should have heard her shout out her pleasure.”
Jake Marshak was an ornery man of about sixty, and he asked and made a comment in the same remark, “Think I need to get me a piece of that young snatch, and I can hear her get her goodies ... what she says, Billy lad?”
Smiling as he continued with his commentary, Billy replied, “That Shirley Jean shouted out, ‘Help me, Preacher Man! Help me! Oh, you’re splitting me wide open. Oh my goodness - my soul is leaving my body. I want yours to move faster. I’m floating up high on a cloud, Preacher Man. Give me your seed - spray me with your seeds. Plant me so I’ll bear your fruit. Heavens, oh heavens, Preacher, I’m doing something ... yes - yes! Fuck me, Preacher Man - fuck me forever!” Billy repeated this story often, explaining how that preacher made that little girl love what he was doing with her.
One Saturday evening at the small general store, Billy told those sitting on the store porch, “Heck, when that preacher poked her that first time, why, it was the dangest thing I ever saw when that red pecker head got poontang from that little gal. Damg, but it must have been one good piece of tail as she yelped and begged him to do her every which way.”
A few of the men made remarks about what it must have been like to have cracked the sex little gal, especially with those big jugs to lay on when mounting the slender form of the girl who had just become a teen. One man with a gleam in his eyes ventured to guess, “Hell’s fire, it would have been more fun to slip my Johnson Bar between those titties for a great titty fuck.”
Billy then spoke again about hearing the girl who’d just gotten her cherry busted shout out that she wanted fucked. “By golly, even though she was in the church, Denny and I heard her shout out for the preacher to fuck her. I can’t believe a fifteen-year-old girl would use that word in church. She not only lost her cherry that night, but her religion also when she was plugged on the church floor.”
Denny Hankins told those listening, “You all should have seen Shirley Jean with blood running down from her little slit like a stuck pig at butchering time after the preacher got up off her. Hey, that mass of hair on her pussy was so full of blood it looked like a big hunk of red clay ground. Ho boy, when she looked down and saw she was bleeding, she started to sob and Shirley Jean stood crying in the back of the church.”