Elder Sorensen is just a boy, really. As soon as he turned 18, the polygamy Church sent him off on a mission. Like any boy his age, he is horny all the time and is very curious about sex. But this cute virgin’s total lack of experience leaves him tongue-tied whenever he has to talk to a woman he finds attractive. Last week, he secretly met up with one of the married women in the ward and had sex for the very first time. He can’t stop fantasizing about the feel of that polygamy wife's tight wet pussy around his virgin cock. At night, he’s so turned on by the memory that he has a hard time resting. He can’t stand the thought of waiting two full years to have sex again. Today Elder Sorensen is supposed to go on splits with Brother Snow. But it was one of Brother Snow’s wives that he had sex with at the church. And he’s terrified that Brother Snow will find out. He’s waiting alone at his apartment, reading his scriptures on his bed, when he hears the door open. He starts sweating immediately. “Brother Snow?” he asks nervously. But it’s another one of Brother Snow’s beautiful wives who steps into the room. “No, he sent me instead.” Elder Sorensen sits up straight in his bed, his face bright red. He stutters: “But…I’m not supposed to be alone with you.” As she walks toward him, he takes a good hard look at her. Sarah has long brown hair, a pretty face, and giant breasts. He wonders what it would feel like to touch such big boobs. She sits down beside him, and talks in a low whisper: “I’m not supposed to be alone with you either. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” The boy gulps. Sarah has never been with anyone other than her husband, and this missionary is the cutest boy she has ever seen. She can see nervous he is, and she wants to teach him the basics of sex. She wonders if he has ever buried his face in a warm pussy? “Your tie’s crooked,” she says, and grabs his tie, and pulls him in for a kiss. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” He thinks about telling her that he had sex with her sister wife, but decides to lie. “No.” “You look nervous,” she says as she takes off her shirt and puts his hands on her nipples. “I am.” She drops her skirt and underwear, and gives him a look at her pussy. “And you’re sweating!” “I’m sorry,” he says, but she doesn’t mind.