Free Bible Study

Kathleen Miller was a married woman 45 years of age. She had married her husband, Steven, at the age of 25 and they had one daughter who was now away at college. Kathleen was in good shape for her age as she kept up with a regular exercise routine and a good diet. Steven was just the opposite. He never exercised, drank a lot of beer and watched plenty of TV. His big gut showed his disinterest in physical fitness. Kathleen was not spectacularly beautiful, but was very attractive with sparkling eyes, a captivating smile and a figure which was nothing to be ashamed of. She stood at five feet three inches and 120 pounds. She wore her auburn hair long and used minimal makeup.

Soon after they were married, Kathleen, through a friend, became acquainted with the religion of Jehovah’s Witnesses. They offered her a free Bible study and she accepted their offer. About six months later she became baptized as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Steven was not interested in religion at all and was more than a little displeased with his wife’s decision. The religion forbade sex outside of marriage, and even within marriage, oral sex was prohibited. This was totally unacceptable to Steven, as his wife had never given him oral sex. He would try to force his wife to but she steadfastly refused to violate her religion’s rules. Steven began to become physically abusive, yelling at her and slapping her, especially when he was drunk. Their sex life had deteriorated to almost nothing as each became less and less attracted to the other.

One of the primary activities of her newfound religion was going from door to door in neighborhoods they were assigned, offering their magazines and free home Bible studies. As a member of the religion, Kathleen always dressed very modestly with her dresses worn well below her knees. She had made a good friend in her congregation, Judith Rogers, and they would often go out in their door-to-door ministry together.

It was July and the weather was unusually hot, registering 96° outside. Judith called Kathleen and asked if she wanted to go out the following morning to engage in their door-to-door ministry. Kathleen agreed and they would meet at nine the next morning.

As they walked from house to house, finding most homes unoccupied as it was a workday, they were sweltering in the heat. Kathleen remarked to Judith, “I’m so sweaty now that when I get home I’ll have to peel my underwear off!” Judith laughed and said she was in the same state. Both of the attractive middle-aged women could feel the beads of sweat rolling down their backs and coating the undersides of their breasts.

They next approached a small house with a well-kept yard and it was Kathleen’s turn to knock on the door and initiate the conversation. Inside was Burt, a large man, 65 years of age, six feet and two inches tall and 190 pounds. Being retired, he was accustomed to sleeping in. His wife had died two years ago so he lived alone. When he heard the knock at the door he jumped out of bed, straightened his graying hair and threw on a mid-thigh length white terrycloth robe. He wore nothing underneath as he slept in the nude. He had two days worth of beard stubble.

He pulled the door open and seeing the two very nice looking, but very modestly dressed women on his front porch said, “Good morning ladies! What are you doing out on such a terribly hot morning?”

They immediately noticed how handsome this large man was. He was sort of rugged-looking, but very good looking with piercing eyes.

Kathleen: “I’m Mrs. Miller and this is Mrs. Rogers. We are Jehovah’s Witnesses and we are offering the latest issues of our magazines, The Watchtower and Awake!”

Burt: “Oh yes! I’ve read them before. They have some good articles. I’ll take them!” What Burt said wasn’t true, but here were these two lovely women drenched in perspiration and he wasn’t anxious to see them leave right away. He was lonely for female company.

Kathleen: “Here you are. We are also offering free home Bible studies. Would you have an interest in studying the Bible?”

Burt: “Well, that sounds interesting. Would you like to come in for a few minutes to tell me about it? I don’t have air conditioning, but I have a few fans running and surely you won’t turn down a nice glass of iced lemonade!”

Kathleen, noticing he was only wearing a bathrobe said, “It doesn’t look like you’re expecting company.” Then she looked at Judith to see what she thought.

Judith said, “I’d love some lemonade! Yes, we accept!”

Burt: “No, Mrs. Miller. I’m not expecting company but your visit today may be the answer to a prayer. My wife died a few years ago and I have thought about learning more about the Bible since she’s been gone. I’ve actually prayed for someone to help me. Maybe you ladies are the answer to my prayer.” Of course his latter comments were completely untrue, but he knew they would cause these women to feel they were led to him by divine providence, and motivate them to make a new proselyte. He held the door open for them and showed them to the sofa.

“Pardon all the blinds and drapes being drawn. I’m doing everything I can to keep it cool in here. Let me move this fan over here so you’ll feel the breeze and turn on a few lights.”

Kathleen and Judith noticed that the home was very clean and tidy but also very dark as very little sunlight made it through the shades. They sat down on the sofa as Burt went to fix their drinks.

He came back into the living room and put their drinks down on the coffee table, then sat across from them on a loveseat. As he sat down, both of the women noticed his bathrobe which was already very short, moved further up his thigh. Their eyes were drawn to the darkness between his legs, hoping he was wearing underwear. But they couldn’t see well enough to tell.

Kathleen: “Is it alright to ask your name, sir?”

Burt: “Yes. My name is Burt. Burt Pickering. But you can call me Burt.”

Meanwhile, Burt was giving them both a good looking over. They were both very cute. What he could see of their legs showed they were nicely shaped. He glanced down at their feet. They were wearing sandals. They both had very pretty feet, nicely pedicured and painted nails. They noticed his gaze lingering at their feet for a few uncomfortable moments.

“Um-hmm” Kathleen cleared her throat and began to explain the Bible study program to Burt. Although he had no interest whatever in the Bible, he feigned interest and asked many questions, so that they spoke for 40 minutes or so. He just loved having this female company and didn’t want it to end.

Burt then crossed his legs and as he did, for about half a second, both women could clearly see his penis hanging beside his thigh and his sagging scrotum resting on the seat cushion. He wasn’t wearing any underwear!

Kathleen: “Mr. Pickering! You just exposed yourself!!”

Burt: “Oh my god! I’m so, so sorry. I was actually in bed asleep when you knocked on my door. Please, please accept my apology!! I hope you can stay a few more minutes because I have more questions. I promise to be modest. I don’t get much company and have been very lonely since I lost my wife.”

Kathleen, somewhat sternly: “OK, Mr. Pickering. We can stay just a little while longer and answer a few more questions, but then we must go.” The man seemed genuinely embarrassed and honestly sorry. They both felt sorry for him that he lost his wife and was so lonely.

Meanwhile Burt was excited that his brief “flash” to the two mature ladies was noticed. His penis even began to grow slightly at this exposure and their reactions. After another 15 minutes of discussion, Kathleen and Judith said goodbye to Mr. Pickering and promised to return to follow up on his interest in the Bible.

As they walked away from his house, Judith said to Kathleen, “My god! Did you see what I saw?”

Kathleen: “Yes. It was only for a second, but he was on full display. I think he’s just an old guy and he forgot to put on his underwear before coming to the door. But when I come next time, I’m bringing a brother with me.”

Judith: “Good idea. Although I’m sure he’s innocent enough. He was very apologetic.”

Judith dropped Kathleen off at her car and they said goodbye. As Judith drove off, Kathleen checked her purse for her car keys and could not find them. Quickly she reached for her phone to call Judith, but she had left it in the car and her car was locked. Where were her car keys? The only home they had been invited inside was Mr. Pickering’s. Could they have fallen out of her bag there? The last thing she wanted to do was go back to Mr. Pickering’s house alone. But what choice did she have? She was in a rural area and there was almost no traffic on the road.

With no options left, Kathleen began the walk back to Mr. Pickering’s street and up the walk to his front door and knocked. Burt looked out his peephole and lo and behold! One of the women had returned!

Burt: “Mrs. Miller. It’s nice to see you again so soon. What can I do for you?”

Kathleen: “I think I may have left my car keys here. Have you seen them?”

After they had left, Burt did see a set of keys that had fallen between two of the sofa cushions and immediately retrieved them and put them in a kitchen drawer, hoping one of the women would return.

Burt: “Please come in. Let’s have a look. Are you sure you left them here?”

Kathleen: “No. But this is the only home we were invited into today. Let me check where I was sitting.” Kathleen then took her seat on the sofa and began feeling between the cushions. Directly behind the sofa was a wall-mounted bookshelf.

Burt: “Sometimes I put things up here on this shelf, but I don’t remember seeing it. Please excuse me.”

At that he stepped onto the sofa in his bare feet straddling Kathleen with one foot on the sofa arm for a solid anchor and one on the other side of her on the cushion, reaching the shelf and moving some books around.

Burt’s bathrobe had formed a tent above Kathleen’s head. As she glanced up, there were Burt’s genitals completely exposed. She gasped out loud. But without her friend Judith there, she was afraid to scold him again. She thought he must be unaware of exposing himself to her now a second time.

As Burt rambled on, pulling books in and out above her, Kathleen began to stare at his penis, only a few inches from her face. She was immediately distracted and forgot why she was there. Slowly, her initial shock began to dissipate. She had never had sex before marrying Steven and his penis was the only man’s penis she had ever seen. And since her religion forbade her to have oral sex she had never really gotten “face-to-face” with Steven’s penis.

She had such a clear view, she could easily see every detail. The round circumcised mushroom head, which still hung downward but seemed to slightly twitch every few seconds and seemed to be slowly lengthening. His large, saggy scrotum was swinging back and forth as he moved, his testicles clearly visible.

She also noticed his musky scent, which at first seemed disagreeable. But then, strangely, the smell and the sight before her began to become a fascination for her. She felt her nipples begin to harden. Without realizing it, she became mesmerized by seeing this strange man’s most sensitive physical attribute so up close. The color of the skin. The smoothness of his penis. The wrinkly sack holding his testicles. She began to feel a sexual stirring within her and tried to ignore it.

“Stop looking at it!” she said to herself. She forced herself to close her eyes, but only for a few seconds. She could still smell him. With her eyes still closed she took a long, deep breath and inhaled deeply of his maleness. Her sexual arousal was now undeniable and she knew it. She began to feel a dampness in her panties and she knew it wasn’t sweat. She tried to ignore it. Her eyes popped open again, not wanting to miss a second of this experience. There was an undeniable tingling in her pussy and her legs began to slightly shake.

Finally, Burt came down from the sofa and spoke. “I’ll tell you what Mrs. Miller. I will absolutely help you find your keys, no matter what it takes. I just want to take a five minute tea break. I’ll fix you a cup. Chamomile or Mint for you?”

Kathleen: “Oh, I don’t want any tea.”

Burt’s tone suddenly changed. He knew Mrs. Miller had been enjoying the “show” as she made no objection to his display, which lasted a good three or four minutes. He knew his genitals must have been only a few inches from her face and in the last minute or so his penis had reached a full erection. But, amazingly, she didn’t complain this time. He decided to adopt a more dominant approach and see how she responded.

In a somewhat irritated tone, even a bit angry, he said loudly, “I didn’t ask you if you wanted tea. I asked you which kind you would like. Answer me! Chamomile or Mint?”

Kathleen, whose religion demanded obedience to the older men in the congregation, immediately felt that same submissive response to this strange, large, dominant man, 20 years her senior.

Kathleen: “Oh. Mint I guess.”

Burt: “Sugar and milk?”

Kathleen: “Just sugar please.”

Kathleen felt the oppressive heat and humidity while waiting for Burt. Again, she could feel beads of sweat running down her back and her breasts felt like they were drenched. Her panties were now definitely wet. Was it just the weather, or was her sexual stimulation causing that wetness?

Burt prepared the tea and brought it into the living room. He then took a seat on the loveseat directly across from Kathleen. “It’s a bit hot so you might want to wait a few minutes so you don’t burn your tongue.”

To Kathleen this whole scenario was unreal. Here this strange man had, either accidentally or deliberately, exposed his most private parts to her. Twice. And now she was having tea with him. He was still dressed only in the short terrycloth bathrobe.

As he sat across from her, he began asking about what area she lived in, how she came to be one of Jehovah’s Witnesses, if she had any children, work she had done and so forth. This was distracting to Kathleen and she almost forgot about the insane circumstances she found herself in.

About five minutes into the conversation, Burt crossed his left leg, laying his ankle over his right knee. This opened his bathrobe once again, putting everything on full display. Kathleen choked on her tea. She could not summon up the courage to say anything to him, especially as he had just assumed this dominant posture over her. She didn’t want to anger him. After all, he was so apologetic when Judith was there with her. Maybe he didn’t realize what he was doing. As she choked Burt noticed some tea running down her chin.

Burt: “Oops! Let me get you a napkin!” He sat down next to Kathleen on the sofa and gently wiped the spilled tea from her mouth and chin.

Kathleen could hold back no more: “Mr. Pickering, there is something I must tell you. I know it is probably not intentional, but whether you realize it or not, you are continuing to expose yourself to me.”

Burt was sitting close enough that his thigh was against Kathleen’s leg.

Burt: “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry if I have offended you.” Kathleen began to feel bad she had said anything.

Burt: “You know, I’m an old widower and I’ve gotten used to my old ways living here on my own. I really don’t have a lot of use for clothes when I’m here by myself and when it’s this hot I usually don’t wear anything.

You know some of the greatest painters and sculptors throughout history have created works of art seen by millions that display the male genitalia in full detail without apology. I believe the human body is beautiful, both men and women. How do you feel?”

Kathleen: “Well, I do agree the human body is beautiful, but I’m not used to having a strange man display himself to me.”

At this Burt pulled one side of his bathrobe open, revealing his fully erect penis. Kathleen felt her body jerk, as if she wanted to run away. But she remained glued to the sofa, staring at Burt’s penis.

Burt: “This is God’s handiwork. It shouldn’t be looked at as something obscene, but something beautiful, like a woman’s breasts. Our culture may have decided it’s wrong to look at it, but that’s not the case in the art world.”

Burt’s penis began to twitch. “You can see my arousal is visible, because it is exciting to me that you’re looking at my penis.”

Kathleen: “My god. I don’t even know what to say.”

Burt: “Well, you really don’t have to say anything. Why don’t you touch it and feel how soft and warm it is. It won’t bite you!”

Kathleen: “Mr. Pickering! I’m a married woman. I could never do that.”

Burt: “I don’t think just touching another person constitutes adultery. Go ahead. Just touch it. Feel it. It’s part of me that I’m sharing with you.”

Kathleen couldn’t stop looking at it. It continued to twitch, the head expanding momentarily, his penis fully erect. A small drop of precum had escaped the tip and was slowly making its way down the side of his shaft. Her pussy was now definitely wet, and she knew it wasn’t just sweat. She was aroused and knew she was near the brink if this encounter continued.

She thought to herself, “It couldn’t hurt anything just to touch it. I really want to touch it. To see what it feels like. I want to smell it. I want to inhale his odor again. It’s so wrong! But is it? No one is being harmed.” The conflict within her raged as her mind told her how wrong this was, while her body was definitely responding to the obviously aroused older man before her. She had caused his arousal. She rapidly studied every detail of his penis. It’s length. It’s girth. It’s color. The blood veins running up and down the shaft. The cream oozing from the tip. It was fascinating to her.

Burt: “Come on Mrs. Miller. Opportunities like this don’t come along every day. You shouldn’t miss out on this experience.” At that, Burt very gently touched Kathleen’s hand, lifted it, and slowly guided it to his penis, placing her palm against its length. Kathleen made no attempt to stop him. She then instinctively closed her fingers around his penis. She had crossed the line, and she knew it.

Now Kathleen felt as if she were in a trance. In the battle between her mind and her body, her body had won. He had placed her hand on his thing! It felt so warm. So soft! So smooth! It really felt wonderful! Slowly she moved her fingers around it, feeling the cum that had leaked out, now under her fingers. It was slippery. She began to feel as if she might actually have an orgasm from this experience. Something that was a rare event with her husband. Her stirrings were growing stronger. She felt his penis pulsing and as she worked her hand from the base up to the head, a bit more of his cum came out, and then a familiar throbbing in her pussy. If only she could touch herself!

Next Burt took Kathleen’s other hand and placed it under his scrotum. “Just gently caress it. That’s it. Now with your other hand, move it up and down my penis, very lightly.”

As she began to stroke his penis, a bit more of his cum came out and ran over her fingers. She thought, “What in the world am I doing?!!” His odor became stronger with his excitement. She inhaled deeply. She knew she was losing control of the situation. Her legs began shaking. Her breathing became louder. A tiny moan escaped her lips. “Ohhh.” A bead of sweat coursed from her forehead down to her nose and dripped off and onto Burt’s penis. She continued to stroke Burt’s penis and fondle his ball sack. She was clearly a willing participant in her own seduction.

Burt: “You are doing an excellent job Mrs. Miller. And by the way, you look absolutely beautiful.”

Kathleen: “Mmmm. Oh!” She felt his penis throb and momentarily expand in her hand. She felt his balls moving in her other hand.