Lana (Part 6)
I led Lana to the steps and shed my robe. Totally naked, I stepped in first, taking a couple steps. I turned to Lana and put out my hands to her. Lana stepped into the water soaking one white knee sock. And then the other foot, stepping down into the water up to her knees. Lana tucked her handkerchief into the neckline of her white top, under her tank top between her large breasts, leaving it halfway out. Lana took my hands as I led her into the water, past your knees, up to the middle of her thighs, lifting her dress to her hips and up to her waist.
Once Lana's stocking feet touched the bottom of the baptismal pool, I stood there with her for just a minute. And then smiled at her as she smiled at me.
“When I lay you down in the water, I want to lay you down very deep. As deep as you can go. To the bottom of the pool. To lay you down on the bottom.”
“You’ve never done that to me before. But as long as you bring me back up. You dip me down as deep as you can.”
“I'll go under with you.”
And then I let go of her left hand and then placed her right hand into my right hand. And then I put my hand on her back. And then I brought my hand down to the small of her back just above her skirt that was floating on the surface of the water. And I could feel how her white top was soaking wet. And I could feel the rib texture of her purple tank top underneath.
I whispered, “I want to feel your panties.”
And then I brought my hand down under the surface of the water and down under her floating skirt. And I touched her ass, feeling her cotton Cacique panties.
“Feels like you have full coverage down there.”
“I'm wearing the high leg briefs. So there'll be full coverage as I'm underwater. with my little skirts I started wearing full coverage briefs.”
Lana ran her left hand through the water as I escorted her to the middle of the pool. It was about 15 ft away from the steps. This pool was huge, the size of a large swimming pool. Albeit it had a ladder toward the front, exposed to the congregation, It lacked a diving board and a deep end. The water was shallow, about waist deep on Lana.
I whispered, “Lana, do you remember what to do?”
“Yes, Chuck. I know the baptismal posture after so many times you've baptized me.”
I brought Lana to the middle of the baptismal pool. As Lana stood in front of me facing to my right, I put my left hand on Lana's left shoulder, dripping water on her. I turned Lana around to stand in front of me and face my left as her skirt brushed against my waist and her ass brushed against my hard penis as I felt the soft cotton fabric of her panties as I turned her around. I put my right hand on Lana's back, feeling her for rows of bra hooks on her plus size big girl bra. And then Lana took my left forearm.
Holding my forearm, Alana looked at me and smiled.
She said, “Don't forget the handkerchief in between my breasts.”
And as Lana continued holding my forearm, I brought her handkerchief out of her cleavage, making her breasts a little bit wet as I had my other hand on her back feeling her bra straps. I could feel the four rows of hooks on her bra. And that's when I noticed how her top was becoming see-through, revealing the purple fabric of her ribbed cotton y-back tank top.
After taking the handkerchief in my left hand, I whispered to Lana, “Take a deep breath because you're going down very deep. But you'll be in my arm the whole time after you breathe in and hold it. Nod your head when you’re ready to go under. And that will be my cue to hold your nose and lay you down. Are you ready?”
Lana took a few deep breaths quickly and let them out. And then held her breath and then nodded her head and closed her eyes. And then I held her nose with the handkerchief. And then Lana bent her knees and held her breath and laid back as I held her nose and held her back and I laid Lana down in the water. Lana looked so beautiful going down underwater. As Jaci Velazquez sang the song ‘Baptize Me’, I kept bringing Lana down under, deeper and deeper as I knelt down and went under myself. I kept my eyes open and I could see Lana losing her footing as I brought her down to the bottom of the pool. I laid Lana down at the bottom as Lana held her breath with her eyes closed and as her cute pigtails floated up around her. And her skirt floated up as well. I look down and I could see her panties. Lana was wearing purple and baby blue panties that matched her bra and tank top. Lana started kicking up her feet like she was swimming. And strongly. And then I lifted Lana up, emerging from the water with Lana and then I stood up lifting Lana up from underwater. And a few of all those stray hairs were washed away from her face. And Lana’s top was completely see-through revealing the vertical ribs of her purple tank top almost became black. I lifted Lana back up and Lana was breathing heavy and I embraced her.
Lana coughed a couple times, and I held her.
“Are you okay?”
Lana nodded and coughed again.
“Was this too much for you?”
Lana weakly said, “No, I'm good.”
I kissed her forehead. And then I kissed her lips. And as I kissed her lips I ran my hand up under her skirt feeling her hips and ass.
“I would love to get you out of the skirt. And see you in your panties.”
“Let's get out first. Let me take my hair down and show you.”
After that, we went up the steps out of the pool, into the dressing room. Lana and I went to the drying rack and got towels. I started drying off and wrapped a towel around me. After that I noticed that Lana had already taken off her top and skirt, standing there with a large white bath towel around her under her arms. Lana was taking her hair ties of her hair and brushing her wet hair with a wet hair brush. And then Lana turned it to me as I was reclining on the chase lounge.
“So you still want to see my panties?”
“Yes I do.”
I opened my towel to reveal my hard penis on full bone as Lana removed her towel, straddling me wearing her damp tank top panties and bra. And after that I held her close to me and she french kissed me. I french kissed her back.
Lana whispered, “Fuck me, Chuck.”
Lana straddled me as she moved her panties over and brought her pussy down on my dick. Lana was so fucking wet. I eased her hips down on my dick so hard. Lana tilted her head back and cried out so loud, “I'm coming, so coming, so coming, so hard!”
I moaned out, “I'm about to come!”
Lana whispered, “Come inside me!”
I released my load. Coming so fucking hard, thinking about her wet body in her wet underwear all over me.
And then she lay down on top of me. I was still hard.
“I want to baptize you again.”
Lana and I went down to the water again. I brought her in, up to her waist, soaking her up to her waist. Her white handkerchief was floating on the surface of the water. I picked it up, and led her to the middle of the pool. Lana looked so sexy in her tank top, bra, and panties, with her hair damp. I placed her in the baptismal posture. Lana closed her eyes, I held her back. I held her nose. Lana held my forearm. I laid Lana back underwater and then brought her back up, dripping wet. Water ran off her face as I lifted her up out of the water. She looks so beautiful with her hair wet, and a darker shade of honey blonde. We embraced and I ran my hands all over her body. We french kissed and then Lana looked around.
“I love how you built this diorama of the church you grew up in. And how you made the baptismal pool so much bigger.
“Yeah, I had to. Because the baptismal pool at First Baptist Church is so freaking small. Only room enough for the pastor and one other person.”
“I want to float on my back for a few minutes.”
I held Lana and she laid on her back. Her arms were outstretched and she looked so beautiful laying there.
I knelt down beside her.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah. I love this. I can go to sleep like this. Ever since I put on weight I can float in the water on my back no problem.”
She looked so graceful laying in the water in her underwear with the water coming up to her hairline, engulfing every part of her body except her face, breasts, belly, and thighs.
The baptismal pool in the First Baptist Church diorama was huge. About the size of a normal swimming pool. Lana came into the water up too just below the waistband of her panties. And I noticed how her tank top was soaking wet and turning darker.
I continued talking, “If we were in the baptismal pool of the real first baptist, the water would only come up to your hips. And it would be so small. I had to get something big to get all my ladies in here.”
“And you did a great fucking job at this.”
“I love how you created a look for yourself. I remember when you first came to me, and you were a little skater girl. I didn't know what I was going to do with you.”
“Yeah, I was a mess back then.”
‘No, not a mess. Even back then you were a beautiful curvy girl and you would wear Cacique panties and bras. That counts for something.”
“Yeah, I always liked the way I look in my underwear. When I was a teenager I started wearing Victoria's Secret panties. And bras that complimented them. But when I put on weight at 19, I got too big for Victoria's Secret panties to feel comfortable in them. I started shopping at Lane Bryant and I bought a few sets of Cacique panties and bras. And ever since then I have been wearing those. I love all the brilliant colors they come in. And even dressing as a skater girl, I would wear Cacique panties and bras because of the way they made me feel. And I'm not afraid of you because you make me feel so nice. No other dude has made me feel so comfortable in my underwear. Ever since you gave me an unlimited budget on stuff for me to wear, I've come into my own making a real sport of dressing the parts and living in your fantasy.”
I smiled at Lana as she lay there in the water in her tank top panties and bra and I kissed her.
“Are you ready to get out?”
“Yea. Getting hungry. Dinner is ready. I made chili in the crock-pot.”
“That sounds good. Let's check on Melanie.”
Lana and I got out of the water. Lana looked so beautiful coming up out of the water with her hair washed away from her face. And her tank top and panties clinging to her body. The purple in her panties and tank top was almost black. The light blue in her panties was almost White. Lana took a towel off the towel rack and patted her face dry. And then I started drawing off as well. I had nothing to put on except my robe, which happened in seconds. Lana peeled off her tank top panties and bra in the shower. I laid them across the drying rack. And then I went to get Lana some clean towels.
“Chuck can you please get me something to put on?”
I went to her drawer and got Lana a blue cotton Cacique wire free bra and matching blue cotton Cacique full briefs. Both had wide waistbands. I also got Lana a blue cotton skin tight Cami.
As Lana was getting dressed, she told me, “I love how these panties feel on me. So cool and comfortable.”
“That's what Ann-Marie told me the first time I dressed her in these kinds of panties, right before her baptism.”
“She may be crazy but she's right about these undies.”
I held up a blue short robe. Lana slipped into it, leaving it open exposing her undies. She slipped on a pair of blue rubber shower shoes. And I hugged her again.
“Lana, you look so sexy.”
“And I feel sexy because I submit to you and let you baptize me. But enough about me, let's go check on Melanie.”
“What else do you have in store for Melanie? Do you want to assemble all the women together and have a baptismal service for her?”
“Yeah I do. But I want to take her all over the property first. Just like I did with you. But before I give her the right to baptize, she will have to run the gauntlet.”
With my hands around Lana's waist, Lana asked, “So when can I run the gauntlet?”
“Sooner or later. But I want you to be ready at any time. Where are you staying right now?”
“The master bedroom of the parsonage.”
“Okay my dear. Continue staying there. And I will summon you there. But until then, let's go check on Melanie.”
Hand in hand we left the chapel and took the train down to the bedroom in my sub-basement, where Melanie was sleeping… or so I thought.
Once Lana's stocking feet touched the bottom of the baptismal pool, I stood there with her for just a minute. And then smiled at her as she smiled at me.
“When I lay you down in the water, I want to lay you down very deep. As deep as you can go. To the bottom of the pool. To lay you down on the bottom.”
“You’ve never done that to me before. But as long as you bring me back up. You dip me down as deep as you can.”
“I'll go under with you.”
And then I let go of her left hand and then placed her right hand into my right hand. And then I put my hand on her back. And then I brought my hand down to the small of her back just above her skirt that was floating on the surface of the water. And I could feel how her white top was soaking wet. And I could feel the rib texture of her purple tank top underneath.
I whispered, “I want to feel your panties.”
And then I brought my hand down under the surface of the water and down under her floating skirt. And I touched her ass, feeling her cotton Cacique panties.
“Feels like you have full coverage down there.”
“I'm wearing the high leg briefs. So there'll be full coverage as I'm underwater. with my little skirts I started wearing full coverage briefs.”
Lana ran her left hand through the water as I escorted her to the middle of the pool. It was about 15 ft away from the steps. This pool was huge, the size of a large swimming pool. Albeit it had a ladder toward the front, exposed to the congregation, It lacked a diving board and a deep end. The water was shallow, about waist deep on Lana.
I whispered, “Lana, do you remember what to do?”
“Yes, Chuck. I know the baptismal posture after so many times you've baptized me.”
I brought Lana to the middle of the baptismal pool. As Lana stood in front of me facing to my right, I put my left hand on Lana's left shoulder, dripping water on her. I turned Lana around to stand in front of me and face my left as her skirt brushed against my waist and her ass brushed against my hard penis as I felt the soft cotton fabric of her panties as I turned her around. I put my right hand on Lana's back, feeling her for rows of bra hooks on her plus size big girl bra. And then Lana took my left forearm.
Holding my forearm, Alana looked at me and smiled.
She said, “Don't forget the handkerchief in between my breasts.”
And as Lana continued holding my forearm, I brought her handkerchief out of her cleavage, making her breasts a little bit wet as I had my other hand on her back feeling her bra straps. I could feel the four rows of hooks on her bra. And that's when I noticed how her top was becoming see-through, revealing the purple fabric of her ribbed cotton y-back tank top.
After taking the handkerchief in my left hand, I whispered to Lana, “Take a deep breath because you're going down very deep. But you'll be in my arm the whole time after you breathe in and hold it. Nod your head when you’re ready to go under. And that will be my cue to hold your nose and lay you down. Are you ready?”
Lana took a few deep breaths quickly and let them out. And then held her breath and then nodded her head and closed her eyes. And then I held her nose with the handkerchief. And then Lana bent her knees and held her breath and laid back as I held her nose and held her back and I laid Lana down in the water. Lana looked so beautiful going down underwater. As Jaci Velazquez sang the song ‘Baptize Me’, I kept bringing Lana down under, deeper and deeper as I knelt down and went under myself. I kept my eyes open and I could see Lana losing her footing as I brought her down to the bottom of the pool. I laid Lana down at the bottom as Lana held her breath with her eyes closed and as her cute pigtails floated up around her. And her skirt floated up as well. I look down and I could see her panties. Lana was wearing purple and baby blue panties that matched her bra and tank top. Lana started kicking up her feet like she was swimming. And strongly. And then I lifted Lana up, emerging from the water with Lana and then I stood up lifting Lana up from underwater. And a few of all those stray hairs were washed away from her face. And Lana’s top was completely see-through revealing the vertical ribs of her purple tank top almost became black. I lifted Lana back up and Lana was breathing heavy and I embraced her.
Lana coughed a couple times, and I held her.
“Are you okay?”
Lana nodded and coughed again.
“Was this too much for you?”
Lana weakly said, “No, I'm good.”
I kissed her forehead. And then I kissed her lips. And as I kissed her lips I ran my hand up under her skirt feeling her hips and ass.
“I would love to get you out of the skirt. And see you in your panties.”
“Let's get out first. Let me take my hair down and show you.”
After that, we went up the steps out of the pool, into the dressing room. Lana and I went to the drying rack and got towels. I started drying off and wrapped a towel around me. After that I noticed that Lana had already taken off her top and skirt, standing there with a large white bath towel around her under her arms. Lana was taking her hair ties of her hair and brushing her wet hair with a wet hair brush. And then Lana turned it to me as I was reclining on the chase lounge.
“So you still want to see my panties?”
“Yes I do.”
I opened my towel to reveal my hard penis on full bone as Lana removed her towel, straddling me wearing her damp tank top panties and bra. And after that I held her close to me and she french kissed me. I french kissed her back.
Lana whispered, “Fuck me, Chuck.”
Lana straddled me as she moved her panties over and brought her pussy down on my dick. Lana was so fucking wet. I eased her hips down on my dick so hard. Lana tilted her head back and cried out so loud, “I'm coming, so coming, so coming, so hard!”
I moaned out, “I'm about to come!”
Lana whispered, “Come inside me!”
I released my load. Coming so fucking hard, thinking about her wet body in her wet underwear all over me.
And then she lay down on top of me. I was still hard.
“I want to baptize you again.”
Lana and I went down to the water again. I brought her in, up to her waist, soaking her up to her waist. Her white handkerchief was floating on the surface of the water. I picked it up, and led her to the middle of the pool. Lana looked so sexy in her tank top, bra, and panties, with her hair damp. I placed her in the baptismal posture. Lana closed her eyes, I held her back. I held her nose. Lana held my forearm. I laid Lana back underwater and then brought her back up, dripping wet. Water ran off her face as I lifted her up out of the water. She looks so beautiful with her hair wet, and a darker shade of honey blonde. We embraced and I ran my hands all over her body. We french kissed and then Lana looked around.
“I love how you built this diorama of the church you grew up in. And how you made the baptismal pool so much bigger.
“Yeah, I had to. Because the baptismal pool at First Baptist Church is so freaking small. Only room enough for the pastor and one other person.”
“I want to float on my back for a few minutes.”
I held Lana and she laid on her back. Her arms were outstretched and she looked so beautiful laying there.
I knelt down beside her.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah. I love this. I can go to sleep like this. Ever since I put on weight I can float in the water on my back no problem.”
She looked so graceful laying in the water in her underwear with the water coming up to her hairline, engulfing every part of her body except her face, breasts, belly, and thighs.
The baptismal pool in the First Baptist Church diorama was huge. About the size of a normal swimming pool. Lana came into the water up too just below the waistband of her panties. And I noticed how her tank top was soaking wet and turning darker.
I continued talking, “If we were in the baptismal pool of the real first baptist, the water would only come up to your hips. And it would be so small. I had to get something big to get all my ladies in here.”
“And you did a great fucking job at this.”
“I love how you created a look for yourself. I remember when you first came to me, and you were a little skater girl. I didn't know what I was going to do with you.”
“Yeah, I was a mess back then.”
‘No, not a mess. Even back then you were a beautiful curvy girl and you would wear Cacique panties and bras. That counts for something.”
“Yeah, I always liked the way I look in my underwear. When I was a teenager I started wearing Victoria's Secret panties. And bras that complimented them. But when I put on weight at 19, I got too big for Victoria's Secret panties to feel comfortable in them. I started shopping at Lane Bryant and I bought a few sets of Cacique panties and bras. And ever since then I have been wearing those. I love all the brilliant colors they come in. And even dressing as a skater girl, I would wear Cacique panties and bras because of the way they made me feel. And I'm not afraid of you because you make me feel so nice. No other dude has made me feel so comfortable in my underwear. Ever since you gave me an unlimited budget on stuff for me to wear, I've come into my own making a real sport of dressing the parts and living in your fantasy.”
I smiled at Lana as she lay there in the water in her tank top panties and bra and I kissed her.
“Are you ready to get out?”
“Yea. Getting hungry. Dinner is ready. I made chili in the crock-pot.”
“That sounds good. Let's check on Melanie.”
Lana and I got out of the water. Lana looked so beautiful coming up out of the water with her hair washed away from her face. And her tank top and panties clinging to her body. The purple in her panties and tank top was almost black. The light blue in her panties was almost White. Lana took a towel off the towel rack and patted her face dry. And then I started drawing off as well. I had nothing to put on except my robe, which happened in seconds. Lana peeled off her tank top panties and bra in the shower. I laid them across the drying rack. And then I went to get Lana some clean towels.
“Chuck can you please get me something to put on?”
I went to her drawer and got Lana a blue cotton Cacique wire free bra and matching blue cotton Cacique full briefs. Both had wide waistbands. I also got Lana a blue cotton skin tight Cami.
As Lana was getting dressed, she told me, “I love how these panties feel on me. So cool and comfortable.”
“That's what Ann-Marie told me the first time I dressed her in these kinds of panties, right before her baptism.”
“She may be crazy but she's right about these undies.”
I held up a blue short robe. Lana slipped into it, leaving it open exposing her undies. She slipped on a pair of blue rubber shower shoes. And I hugged her again.
“Lana, you look so sexy.”
“And I feel sexy because I submit to you and let you baptize me. But enough about me, let's go check on Melanie.”
“What else do you have in store for Melanie? Do you want to assemble all the women together and have a baptismal service for her?”
“Yeah I do. But I want to take her all over the property first. Just like I did with you. But before I give her the right to baptize, she will have to run the gauntlet.”
With my hands around Lana's waist, Lana asked, “So when can I run the gauntlet?”
“Sooner or later. But I want you to be ready at any time. Where are you staying right now?”
“The master bedroom of the parsonage.”
“Okay my dear. Continue staying there. And I will summon you there. But until then, let's go check on Melanie.”
Hand in hand we left the chapel and took the train down to the bedroom in my sub-basement, where Melanie was sleeping… or so I thought.
