It was Kaitlin: ‘So horny x.’

She came in and put down her purse.  I hung up her coat and snuck a peek at her ample cleavage!  She was wearing red V-neck short sleeve shirt and a black skirt that accentuated her legs.
 
“Welcome to my place!”
“Thank you for inviting me over.”

We walked into my living/dining room.  I had done my best to impress her.  I had the lights dimmed and candles lit on the table.

“You sure know how to impress a lady!”  She commented.
“Well, thank you milady!”  I said as I bowed... and stole another peek of her cleavage.
“Dinner should be ready in about five minutes.  Would milady care to sit?”  I asked as I pulled the chair out.
“OOOO!  A gentleman too!  Extra points for you!”
“I wasn’t aware there were points!  What are the points good for?”
“You’ll find out eventually! So what has the chef prepared for us tonight?”
“You’ll find out soon enough!”

We started with salad, followed by chicken parmesan with spaghetti and garlic bread.  We drank lots of wine too.  For dessert, I made tiramisu.

“Dan, you are an amazing cook!”  She said.
“Thanks!  I only cook for special people.  Why don’t we grab our wine and head to the couch.”
“Sounds like a plan!”

We headed to the couch where we drank more wine while we talked.  After finishing off a second bottle of wine, Dannie was a little buzzed.

“Dan, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course Dannie.”
“Did you invite me over here for sex?”
“Wow!  I’ll be honest.  I did think about it, but it’s not the reason I invited you over.”
“Really?”
“Really!  I like you a lot and I’m very attracted to you, but sex is never a requirement.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  We started to make out.  Thinking that I was taking advantage of her, I asked,

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you”
“You’re not.  The question was a little test.  Most of the guys I’ve dated just want sex when they invite me over.  So I ask the question.  If they say yes or they push for it, I leave.”  She explained.

We went back to making out.  She pulled up her skirt a little and straddled me.  Her breasts were now right in front of me!  What a sight!  I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust!  She leaned down and we began kissing again.  She started dry humping me.  Slid my hands under her shirt and began fondling her breasts.  This went on for 10 minutes or so before she got off me.

“Let’s move this to your bedroom.”  She said.  I wasn’t about to say no!

We continued making out all the way to my room.  As I backed up, I hit the edge of my bed and fell onto it, pulling her with me.  She got up and pulled her shirt other her head to reveal her huge breasts encased in a red bra.

“I know you like these, don’t you?”  Pointing at her breasts.
“Hell Yeah!”

She continued undressing by removing her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing any panties!  She was gorgeous!  I tried to remove my shirt.

“Here, let me help you.”

She walked up to me, got down on her knees, undid my pants and pulled them off.  She looked at the bulge in my underwear and said,

“Is that because of little old me?”

I just smiled and winked!  She pulled my underwear off, gave my cock a couple strokes and began sucking the head like there was no tomorrow!

Looking down at her, I said “Oh!  That feels so amazing!”

She looked up at me, smiled and began deepthroating my entire cock!  Her small mouth fit my thick cock almost perfectly!  I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last.  I kept fighting off my orgasms and she kept trying to induce one.  I couldn’t fight it anymore!

“I’m going to cum!”  I said.

This only made her increase the suction.  I came deep in her throat.

“Holy moly!  That was the best ever!”  I said.

I moved myself fully onto the bed.  Dannie climbed on top of me.  She started grinding her pussy on my cock.  Dannie suddenly stopped and sat up.  I looked at her inquisitively.  She reached back and removed her bra, letting the breasts I’ve been dying to see hang free.

“I know you’ve snuck peeks at them!  Now you don’t have to sneak around!”

I reached up and grabbed a handful in each hand.  They felt so good!

“MMMM!  Pinch and twist my nipples!”  I complied.
“Harder!”  I complied again.

I pulled her down, kiss and then bit each nipple.

“OH!  You dirty boy!”
“You know you like it!”  I said as I winked.
“I certainly do!”

She leaned down and kissed me.  I took the opportunity to roll over so she was below me.

“I wanna fuck you so badly!”  I said.
“Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to eat me out first!  It’s only fair!”
“No problemo!  Move up a little.”

I lowered my face to her plump pink pussy.  The smell was intoxicating!  I began licking her pussy from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit.

“MMMM!  That feels good!  Keep going!”

I did as I was told!  I mixed it up a little, changing directions and styles.

“Keep going!  I’m close!  So close!”

I applied a little pressure to her clit with my teeth, which set her off into a very loud orgasm.  She was panting heavily as she said,

“Damn!  You’re pretty good yourself!”
“You have an exquisite pussy!”

I moved back up and kissed her.  I reach into my night table for a condom.

 “Is that a latex condom?  Don’t use it, I’m allergic to latex.  Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and I was recently tested”
“Ok.  Not a fan of condoms anyways.”

I grabbed my cock and teased her clit with the tip of my cock a little bit.  I then pushed the head of my cock into her pussy and pulled out.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

Once again, I did as I was told.  I slowly pushed my cock into her tight, wet pussy.  It was a sensational feeling!  I was fucking her with slow and long strokes.  She was moaning with every stroke.  I sped up the pace, which brought a pleasurable smile to her face.  As the pace quickened, she wrapped her legs around me.

“I love your cock in my pussy!  MMMMM!”

As amazing as her pussy was, I couldn’t forget the sight of her on top of me with her tits free from her bra.  I pulled out, rolled off her and told her to get back on top of me.  I watched as my cock disappeared again in her pussy.  I looked up to the familiar sight with a smile.

“Should I just sit on your cock while you admire my tits?  Or should we get back to fucking?”
“I’m done admiring them... for now!”

She gave me a devilish smile.  She slammed down on my cock and continued fucking me hard.  I grabbed her hips to slow the tempo just a bit and matched it with my upstrokes.  We were going at for some time when she said,

“I’m gonna cum soon!”

I increased my upstrokes and put my finger into her ass.  That set her off!  Her pussy locked down on my cock and she was screaming.  A minute or two later, she released her grip on my cock.

“That was better than the first orgasm!  Now it’s your turn!  How can I make you cum again?”
“Let me titty fuck you!”
“You really are a dirty boy!  I love it!”

She caught her breath and rolled off.  I straddled her stomach and put my cock between her huge tits.  She pushed them together and I started fucking her tits.  It wasn’t the same as her pussy, but it was still pretty damn good!  It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum.

“I’m close!  Where do you want it?”
“All over my face!”

I pulled my cock out from between her tits and got up on my knees.  After a very brief handjob, I came all over her face.  As I finished spurting, Dannie pulled my cock into her mouth, sucked the last of my cum out and cleaned off my cock.  I got off her.

“That was awesome!  I’m gonna go wash up.”

I just layed on my bed, revisiting the events of the night in my mind.  A moment later, Dannie returned.  She got on the bed and cuddle close to me.

“Dan, I have to admit that I was hesitant about coming here.”
“Really?  Why?”
“As nice as you have been, I told you about my past experiences and wasn’t sure if you were just being to get me in bed.”
“And now?”
“I’m really glad I ‘came’ over!”
“Haha!  Very cute!”

We cuddled and talked some more until we fell asleep.

He rolled over onto his stomach and asked her to give him a massage, she grabbed some oil, straddled his body and proceeded to give him a massage, working her hands over his muscular body down to his butt. She playfully bit his ass as she massaged his ass cheeks, exploring his body she traced a path with her mouth and tongue followed by her hands. She ran her tongue down his crack as she rubbed the back of his thighs working her way lower stopping to taste and lick as she continued down his legs to his feet, taking one of his toes into her mouth and sucking on it. She hoped he was ready for another round because sucking on his cock and running her hands over his muscular body had her very turned on, her pussy was wet and wanted to be filled. Rolling over he grabbed her by the waist flipping her onto her back he slowly rubbed his dick head up and down her wet slit, she wanted him to fill her aching pussy, she reached down and arched her body to try to put his cock into her wanting body but he was the one in control, he asked her what she wanted, she told him she wanted his cock fucking her pussy. As he slowly filled her, she moaned her pleasure, he knew she wanted it fast and hard but he wanted her to beg him so he continued to torment her with long slow strokes, she tried clamping her legs around him and thrusting her hips up to get him to go faster but it didn't work. The slow torture was getting her hotter, she would let out a low moan every time he buried his thick cock into her wet box and again when he slowly withdrew, her body was on fire and with his slow methodical fucking she could feel the orgasm building. Grasping his ass with her hands she tried to make him move faster by pulling him towards her as she licked and nibbled on his nipples, moaning in frustration when he didn't move any faster. "Please" she said, moaning she begged him "please fuck me hard and fast", with the next stroke he gave her what she wanted, pounding his cock into her cunt fast and hard. It didn't take long for his hard pounding of her box to send her over the edge, her pussy clenching at his cock as she came, he continued his assault on her now sensitive box, her fingers clenched his arms, her back arching as she moaned she was cumming again, with a few final strokes he pulled his cock out of her still pulsing pussy spraying her stomach with his thick hot cum, she ran a finger over her stomach, bringing it to her mouth sucking his cum off her finger before cleaning herself off with a towel. She must have fallen asleep for awhile. While she was napping he tied her by the wrists to the bed, taking an ice cube he traced a path around her nipples waking her up, she realized she was bound and wondered what was next. He then blindfolded her, he again started tracing a path around her nipples followed by his tongue, he lightly bit them causing her to moan. He continued his path with the ice cube and his mouth down her stomach swirling it around her navel before going further south along her inner thighs, laying between her legs he traced the ice cube along her outer lips then moving it up and down her moist slit, dipping it into her wet pussy every few strokes with his tongue following the same path. As his tongue worked its magic on her pussy he moved the ice cube to her clit, circling it, teasing it, when his hot tongue took the place of the ice, her hips jerked up off the bed from the sensation, this gave him better access to her box so he placed some pillows under her to keep her in that position. He continued alternating between the ice and his tongue on her clit for a while then he just used the ice as his tongue moved up and down her slit then dipping into her cunt every few strokes just when she thought she couldn't take the cold anymore he fastened his mouth over her clit sucking on it then flicking his tongue back and forth over it while moving the ice down to circle around her pussy then continuing down to her backdoor, he rubbed the ice all around her asshole before inserting the melting cube into her puckered hole. His tongue now traced the same path the ice had made to her backdoor, as he used his tongue to rim her, he inserted the tip of his finger into her pussy moving it slowly around as she moaned and moved her hips wanting more. His tongue came back to her box taking the place of his finger, then she felt him rub some lube around her backdoor before he started to insert something into her ass, as he slowly pushed the anal toy into her he again used his mouth and tongue on her clit, until it was all the way in. He pulled the pillows out from under her so she was again laying flat on the bed, he got up from the bed, she didn't know where he had gone because she was still blindfolded. She wanted him to come back and finish what he had started. She called his name but he didn't answer. She pushed herself closer to the head of the bed hoping she could undo the ropes, when the anal toy in her ass started vibrating. She wanted her hands untied, she needed that toy to be fucking her backdoor not just vibrating, then it stopped, she groaned in frustration. He did this off and on for about a half hour driving her nuts. She felt the bed move, he was back, she wondered what he was up to. She felt a very light caress going back and forth across her nipples barely touching them, then traveling down her stomach. She realized it was a feather. Traveling down her body around her inner thighs, up and down the crease of her leg joint, over her mound just barely touching her clit causing a moan to escape her lips. He continued his exploration of her with the feather teasing her pussy lips with it, using it around her filled backdoor. He turned the vibrating toy back on but he put it on a pulse mode. She felt something very warm being dripped onto her nipples, he then used his tongue, mouth and teeth to lick, suck and nibble on them to clean them off. He dripped a path down her stomach cleaning her off with his talented mouth, when he reached her box he drizzled the warm liquid over her mound letting it dribble down over her clit and down her slit. She felt his mouth eating up the warm liquid, swirling his wicked tongue around her clit, lapping the warm liquid from her slit with a long strokes of his tongue, using his teeth to nibble at her clit. He inserted his thumb in her box rotating it back and forth as he continued to eat her out, she clenched the blanket with her hands as she felt the pressure building in her. He turned the anal toy on a steady speed instead of just pulsing, her moans increasing, her fingers clenching the blanket harder, she moaned loudly "I'm cumming", I'm cumming", he inserted a couple of fingers in her wet box fucking her with them as he used his tongue and teeth on her clit, her whole body tensed arching off the bed as she exploded into one of the best orgasms. Her body grasping the fingers buried in her pussy and the vibrating toy in her asshole, he took his fingers out of her still pulsing cunt, got rid of the toy in her butt, untied her hands and the blindfold. He whispered in her ear what he was going to do next, she moaned in anticipation. She turned over, getting on her hands and knees she presented him with her ass, he slipped his rock hard cock into her wet box for a couple of strokes took it out, placed it at the entrance of her puckered hole when she pushed back burying his thick dick into her tight asshole, grasping her hips he set the rhythm of their fucking he was in no hurry. Pushing back she met him stroke for stroke, she loved having his cock in her backdoor. She lowered her head to the mattress, reaching between her legs she started stroking herself, his balls slapped into her pussy as he thoroughly fucked her ass, their bodies glistened with sweat, his fingers digging into her hips. She cried out she was cumming as she slammed back into his pounding cock, arching her body up, still on her knees she reached back with her hands grasping his hips, her ass milking his cock, he pushed her back down, withdrew, squirting his cum on her ass. She collapsed on the bed totally exhausted and well fucked. Drifting in and out of sleep she heard him in the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist when he was done and went to get something to eat. She dragged herself off the bed to take a shower. When he came back into the bedroom he laid on the bed and watched her, she had just gotten out of the shower and was rubbing an oil over her still wet body. She placed a foot on the edge of the tub rubbing the oil up her leg, then switched to do the other leg, then her arms, chest, stomach and pussy. She put more oil in her hand, rubbed her hands together and then started rubbing oil over her ass cheeks, putting a foot back up on the tub ledge she rubbed the oil down the crack of her ass. He looked at the clock he still had a 15 minutes left to the bet, his cock had come back to life watching her. Still rubbing the oil onto her ass, he came up behind her pulling her slick ass against his cock, he reached around and started fingering her cunt, she couldn't believe he was hard again. In one smooth motion he slid into her oiled asshole while he fingered her pussy and stroked her very sensitive clit, she braced her hands against the wall as he fucked her fast and furious to another orgasm, as her asshole pulsed around his cock he pounded her backdoor until he shot his load deep in her ass.

    This was only a fantasy for me for a long time. I was married myself, and did not want to run the risk of getting caught. So, I only fantasized about her. After I lost my wife, I began thinking of how I could possess this woman of my dreams.

    Then, as it turned out, things just started falling into place. My brother, who is an alcoholic, had let his house fall into a state of uncleanness. I knew that Janice, who had left the plant years ago, had started a home cleaning service. My brother had been put in a home for several months until he dried out from alcohol. I called Janice up and explained the situation to her, and asked if she would consider cleaning his house. She said she would love to. I picked her up the next afternoon and we drove over to his house.

    She looked so good sitting there in my truck next to me. She was wearing jeans and a tight blouse, with her dark, brown hair in a ponytail. Damn! She looked good! This had to be the day I would try to make my move.

     We arrived at the house and went upstairs. His house was in very bad shape. An alcoholic will let his house go to the point where it is just filthy. And it was. The living room and kitchen(where he mostly lived) was filthy.

But, the back bedroom was spotless.(He never came back here, even to sleep) So, this is where I decided to steer her to eventually. As we toured the house, she told me how much she would clean the house for, which was acceptable to me. I steered her to the back bedroom and we chatted for a few minutes about the cleaning job. We were standing beside the bed, which is exactly where I wanted her. We were very close to each other, so I took the bold step of planting a soft kiss on her lips. She responded immediately by returning it with a few soft pecks on my lips. My arms went around her slim waist, and I drew her close and kissed her deeply, asking for her tongue. She slipped her tongue into my waiting mouth and I sucked it hard. Janice was a heavy smoker, so every part of her reeked of tobacco. But, I didn’t care. I was kissing the woman I had fantasized about for years. So, the tobacco smell didn’t bother me in the least. It was then that I decided to go as far as she would let me. I dropped to my knees and kissed her belly. My hands went to the front of her jeans and found the snap. I undid the snap. Janice just stood there looking down on what I was doing, and smiling through those deformed lips. As ugly as she was, Janice had a beautiful smile.

    I began to pull her jeans down. She just stood there and did nothing to stop me. So far, so good. I pulled them to her ankles, and saw that she was wearing the sexiest pair of bikini undies I have ever seen. She was beautiful! I continued kissing her belly and thighs. Then, I began pulling her undies down. And what I saw almost took my breath away. Janice had a beautiful, hairy pussy. I brushed my cheek against her pussy hair, and it was so very soft, almost like velvet. I looked up at her again, and she just stood there smiling at me. I could not believe that this was happening. I began to kiss her soft pussy hair. My tongue began to move along her pussy until I spread her lips a bit and touched a little pink. I licked as much as I could with her standing. It was hard to lick her that way.  So, I asked her to  lie on the bed and let me suck her pussy. To my surprise, she laid down on the side of the bed and spread her legs open. Words can not explain the sight my eyes beheld. I was gazing at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. It was beautiful! My lips immediately began to kiss her pussy hair. I worked my kisses closer to the pussy opening. Spreading her open finally, I did what I had dreamed of doing since the first day I saw her. My mouth completely covered her pussy and I sucked. I sucked Janice Oaks so hard I thought I would suck her insides out. I could her hear above me with a few soft moans of pleasure. I could not believe it! I was actually going to fuck Janice Oaks! I sucked her for a while. Unknown to her, I was removing my clothes while all this was going on. So, when I finally come up for air from sucking her pussy, I was completely naked. It didn’t shock her any, so I began to undress her the rest of the way. I pulled her sneakers and socks off, then her jeans. I had already managed to pull her bra up over her tiny titties before. So, I un-snapped her bra and took it off, along with her white blouse. So, there we were. Janice Oaks and I were both nude before each other. We stood on our knees facing each other on the bed. I kissed her deeply again, once again receiving her tongue as a reward. My hands moved down her back and I caressed her small and tight ass. I laid her back on the bed and began loving her. I kissed her small but beautiful titties, making her nipples grow twice their size. My hand went between her legs and I found her soft, hairy pussy. I felt what soon would be mine.

   Then, in a surprise move, Janice rolled me over and began moving down my body. She began kissing my chest, all the while moving lower. When she got to my already hard cock, she took it in her hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and then, Janice began licking it all over with her tongue. When she got to the head of my cock, I felt like I was about to cum, but I tried to hold off. I wanted my cum in her pussy. She took my cock in her mouth and began sucking. Janice was so good. She knew how to use her lips and her tongue on my cock. She sucked me for about five minutes, taking it all inside that grossly deformed mouth. She would have sucked me until I cummed, but I pulled her away and motioned  for her to lie on her back and spread her legs for me. As, I gazed at her spread eagled before me, I couldn’t believe what was going to happen. I was going to fuck Janice Oaks! And she was going to let me.

    I got on top of her and slipped my rock hard cock into her tiny little hairy pussy. I couldn’t believe how well it went in. My cock is very big, and her pussy is very tiny. But, it was like it fit perfectly. A perfect match! I savored the feeling of being inside her pussy for a while, then, almost in unison, we began to move. Slowly at first. Then, Janice began moving her hips to meet every thrust I was giving her. Before long, I was pounding away viciously at her pussy, and she was meeting every thrust with a scream of pleasure. I pounded that pussy-faced woman for the longest time, until I could not hold my cum back any longer. I exploded into her pussy with such force, that she said she felt it when my cum hit the inside of her pussy.

     We lay there for a while in each other’s arms. Looking lovingly at each other. And I thought to myself that I could do this with Janice for the rest of my life. I looked at her and did not se a particularly beautiful person, as the world sees beauty. But, I saw in Janice something I just could not explain. Janice was ugly. She had a face that could stop a clock. But, damn it! I was hopelessly in love with her. And had been for years. I just didn’t know how she would feel if I told her of my love for her.

    Well, let me tell how this amazingly true story ends. I did tell Janice how much I loved her. And today, she is my wife. And the sex we have together is better than the sex I had when I was 21. I am 57 now, and Janice is 52. We fuck every night. Our lives could not have turned out better.

     I have included a picture of my wife, Janice. Ugly to most, but the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

 

He made his way through the well wishers drinking coffee and chatting about the implications of that morning’s sermon, careful not to become too involved in any particular conversation.  He knew Jennifer would be in the group and would not hurry home, but wanted to make certain he talked to her.  It was a delicate balancing act of wanting to seem extremely interested in conversations without actually getting involved or staying too long with any particular group.  He felt a tug on his arm; someone grabbed him just above the elbow.  “Oh hello Mrs. Cuddle” he said turning to see the handsome woman in her early thirties looking up at him.  “Reverend Spillbacks,” she said looking up at him, “I want to thank you for coming to my home to minister to us last week.  I so want to thank you for the blessing you gave me.  My husband and I were wondering if you might come for a late supper on Tuesday.”  The Reverend knew that her husband would not be present.  He had begun visiting the Cuddle family about six months ago.  The husband and wife were unofficially separated with “irreconcilable differences.”  The man traveled a lot with work, and she was often left alone.  The almost constant separation resulted in the wife being left alone for long periods without male companionship which had caused a strain on their relationship.  The reverend’s visits had been under the guise of encouraging reconciliation and had done much to reduce the source of conflict.  He had met almost exclusively with the wife on a weekly basis for bible study, prayer, and as she put it ministering to her needs as a woman.  “Of course, about 7:30” he said taking her hand.  “Go with God, sister.” 

 

He turned right to avoid Cassandra, but not in time.  She had seen him and was making her way toward him.  She wanted to make certain that he would be available for their weekly prayer session.  He had told her that confirmation was not necessary and it was best to keep their meetings confidential to avoid becoming the subject of the gossip that went through a small church group, but her needs were strong and her confidence was not.  It seemed she needed the constant reassurance that he would be there for her when she needed support.  As she got close, he made eye contact and mouthed “Wednesday after school.”  She had winked, and smiled at him.  She was deeply grateful for his help and support and thought they were being so clever keeping a secret from everyone else in the world.

 

She had come to him almost a year ago when he first accepted the ministry and moved to this small community.  She had been an average student but lately her grades were shipping.  She had come racked with guilt and needed to confess her sins to someone.  She was now almost fifteen, but when she had hit puberty, she had been hit with a flood of emotions and lust that she didn’t understand.  She had begun staring at boys, having sexual dreams.  A year later, she had started masturbating, and could not stop.  She had hoped he would tell her it was not a serious sin and she should not worry about it.  He had done just the opposite and condemned her not only for fornication, but also for pride, and deceit lying both to God and herself.  He had quoted her scriptures – about a man committing adultery in his heart, being worse than if he commit it in the flesh.  “It is better that a man spill his seed in the belly of a whore than on the sand of the sea” he had quoted proverbs to her. He had made the case that the sex drive in men was so much stronger, than in women and since all men could only have sex with the permission of women, it was doubly difficult for men, but it was what God expected of them.  God certainly expected more of her; he had made her cry. 

 

He told her she had to stop her sinfulness, and week after week she had come back to him tearfully complaining that she had tried to exercise control, but she could not.  Each week she had resolved never to do ‘it’ again.  Finally he told her that it would be better for her to start having intercourse to satisfy her desires than to continue committing this most abominable sin.  She must find a man, who was strong enough in the Gospel.  A man who could have intercourse with her without submitting to the temptation of desire and lust, or she would be causing another person to commit sin and possibly loose his soul; she would not want that on her conscience.  With Bible study he had shown her that a woman’s place was to be obedient and submissive to the man who took her.

 

She was more concerned about more practical matters, worldly things he had called them, – humiliation that came from pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or just someone at school finding out.  Marriage was the answer, but she wanted a college, career, and more fun before she made that commitment and she didn’t even know anyone that she would be suitable.

 

Finally when she was desperate enough, he had agreed to help her himself.  The first session had been exquisite.  He had invited her to come in a couple days before her period started, knowing that would be when she was most vulnerable.  They had drank tea, and prayed together.  He had asked her to commit before God that she was willing to give herself to him completely.  If he were going to help save her immortal soul, he wanted assurance that she would give up masturbating, and never fornicate with anyone else.  She had promised on her life and begged him to save her. 

 

All of the sessions with her had been wonderful, and he had loved making her cum, but the first session was never far from his mind.  They had prayed, and then he had led her to the bedroom and ordered her to undress.  She had been shy and uncomfortable, with tears streaking her face as she stood naked before him and he had rebuked her for pride and told her to humble herself before God, then he had laid her on the bed and showed her how to hold her legs open for him.  He had looked at her swollen wet pussy with satisfaction, knowing her body was eager for her first real fucking, even if she were not.  He took off his robe and lay on top of her bringing his penis up to her slit.  She had panicked when she had seen his erection and he had to force her to lie still telling her if she didn’t lie quietly it would hurt her.  He told her to pray and ask God to help her open her pussy, and to make her humble so she might submit completely so she wouldn’t have to be forced.  He had lain on top of her and begun by sliding his cock along her slit stimulating her clit while he rubbed her budding tits. 

 

“It’s ok to masturbate while I’m fucking you if you wish” he had offered.  She shook her head, being to shy, but he held her chin and kissed her pushing his tongue between her lips.  Then he guided her hand between them to her mound.  She gasped when she touched his penis.

 

“Please” she said.  “It’s too big; I don’t want to do this.  I think I want to find someone smaller – maybe a boy my own age.”  Tears were leaking from her eyes and her lower lip quivered but more was leaking from her pussy.

 

“It’s too late for that now.  You made a commitment, and I’m going to fuck you.  If I have to force you it will be painful” he threatened.  He pressed his chest down against her breasts making it harder for her to squirm and moved his hips back.  “It will be easier if you’re aroused.  Rub the end of my penis against your clitoris.” 

 

She did as he commanded her and he began making very tiny thrusts sliding his cock through her hand and pressing the head against her inner lips and tiny button.  That drove her wild.  Her sex drive was obviously a lot stronger than her other emotions even fear, and he knew she would come around with the proper motivation.  She moved her other hand down to her genitals to hold her lips open so he could get at her.  She had learned a lot about how her body worked from masturbating.

 

“It’s time” he said.  “Move my cock down to your hole; I’m going to fuck you.”

 

“I’m scared” she cried.  “I’m too small; I don’t think it will go in.”

 

“Stop crying and do as you’re told” he commanded.  He felt her hips rolling upward as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.  She pushed his penis downward and he moved his hips to bring his manhood forward and between her lips and into her.  As the rim of his glans pushed into her, she gasped and threw her arm around his shoulders spreading her lips open with the other hand.  She had never imagined the intensity of the sensation; partly the feeling of being stretched open, partly the feeling of being rubbed just inside her vagina.  He stopped an inch or so inside her and began short pumping.  Each thrust only touching the hymen.

 

The sensation was driving her crazy.  He lifted off her, supporting himself with his left hand against the bed and grabbing her left leg with his right hand just above the knee and lifted her slightly.   She was almost there with one arm around his neck and rubbing her pussy with her fingers of the other hand.  She was panting and kicking her feet.

 

Young girls were always so much special because it was all so new to them.  As her body started throbbing with her orgasm, he pushed his cock the rest of the way into her popping her cherry.  She screamed and dug her fingers into his shoulder as she slammed her head back against the bed.  The shock, mixed with the pain of having her hymen torn all in the middle of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her ass up as far as his cock and her small vagina would allow and she froze there, not even breathing as the orgasm concluded.

 

He smiled at her; “You are an incredible woman” he said lowering her to the bed as she began trying to catch her breath. 

 

He had fucked her for almost two months before he had her stretched open enough to allow himself to pump her hard enough for him to cum in her.  It had been worth it.  She came to him every Wednesday now and lay on her back, or got on her knees or bent over the corner of the bed for him.  He had eaten her and sucked her nipples.  Her grades had improved and she was taking honors classes.  She had been hoping to get into the local junior college, and now her parents were planning for an Ivy League school and counting on a scholarship.  She had gone out for women’s basket ball and started taking aerobics classes.  He had watched her body develop and his constant sucking her had shaped her nipples.  Even her tiny little clit was growing with the constant attention he gave it. 

 

She said God was blessing her for being obedient.  Well, possibly, or maybe with getting her hormones under control she was able to develop the concentration needed to really excel in her situation.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Barlow” he began.  “What did you think of the sermon?”

 

“Please reverend, call me Jennifer.  Now that my husband is gone, ‘Mrs.’ sounds so… so in appropriate” she requested accepting his extended hand.  “I understand so very little of religious doctrine but I did enjoy your delivery.”

“Possibly you should start a program of gospel study” he suggested.  “This is a time of new beginnings for you, and I would love to see you take your spiritual development seriously.”

 

“I have tried to read my Bible, but don’t understand what I read and I usually fall asleep” she confessed sheepishly.

 

“Possibly I could help” he offered.  “Maybe we could study together, at least to help get you started.”

 

“Thank you reverend, but I could not possibly horde your time that way” she apologized.

 

“My purpose is to look after the spiritual life of the members of this church.  Nothing I could do would be more important than helping you develop spiritually.  I usually study on Sunday evenings, but I could be available whenever your schedule permits, I would love to help if I can.”  He was trying not to sound too eager, but his desire was rising to the surface.  If he got an appointment with her he would excuse himself immediately, to avoid making a fool of himself.

 

“Thank you reverend and tonight would be as good a time as any.  Do you want me to come to the church?” she asked.

 

“I actually have a call on the east side of town this afternoon.  I could come by your place say about eight and we could start our program.”  He said smiling.

 

She thanked him; they always thanked him.  If she only knew what he was going to do to her?  He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bob Ulrich with his hand out.  “I really enjoyed your sermon this morning” he said.  “I wonder if I my wife and I might have a bit of your time this afternoon.  We are having difficulties, and we thought we should speak to you.  Marital problems and we think some spiritual guidance might help.”

 

“Certainly Bob; come by the parsonage this afternoon, say one thirty?” reverend Spillbacks answered as he slapped the man on the shoulder.  He was not certain what that was all about, but usually if it was a man and his wife wanted to talk to him it was something he was very interested in, especially considering his interest in the wife who was a small dark hair woman who was very easy to look at.

 

By the time the coffee talk was over, and the congregation had finally filed out of the church, it was nearly one o’clock.  He usually masturbated after everyone finally left, but decided not to just in case things went well with Jennifer that evening.  When he had first arrived in this sleepy little Midwest town, and did not know anyone he had jacked off twice a day, usually everyday, however, now that he had half a dozen of the women opening for him regularly, and several others opening up occasionally he had almost completely given that up.  Except Sundays; Sunday had been his day to be alone, but not today.  The thought of Jennifer gave him a warm sensation in his groin as he felt his penis begin to respond.

 

He was just finishing a light lunch when he heard a knock at the door.  Mrs. Ulrich was a small woman, barely five feet and probably not one hundred pounds.  Her husband was almost six feet and maybe two twenty-five or two fifty.  He invited them into his study and could not help smile at the thought of the big man fucking the little woman.  She would be completely helpless under him and probably would have a difficult time with the size of his penis.

 

“I’ve just made some tea” the reverend said filling small Chinese cups for the couple.  If there was one characteristic of the people in this small town that exceeded their gullibility, it was their politeness.  They would drink the tea he offered whether they wanted it or not.  He knew it tasted terrible, but they would say nothing, and swallow it even if they had to hold their noses to do so.  It had begun as tea, but he had laced it with testosterone, ground up Viagra and concentrated ginseng root.  In fifteen minutes, they would both be randy as hell, and Mr. Ulrich would have a hard on that could be used as a crow bar to pry her open if he had to.  He doubted that would be necessary as the testosterone and ginseng worked on women as well.  His experience and personal philosophy stated that almost all marital problems could be solved with a good fucking and this little cocktail could usually do the trick.

 

Seated side by side on the couch in front of him, they began with a short prayer.  Barely waiting for the echo of Amen to die out, the wife began explaining that her husband was not satisfying her.  He was having a difficult time getting hard, and when he did make love to her he seldom lasted long enough for her to cum.  The husband sat mortified besides her staring at his shoes as she went on.  Clearly her size was not an indication of her influence in the relationship, and her dominance was humiliating to her husband.  She went on and on explaining how he had trouble staying hard and how he never seemed to initiate things and she always had to tell him what to do.

 

“Excuse me” Spillbacks interrupted turning to the big man.  “How do you feel about all this?”

 

“Well, she’s right” he mumbled looking down at his hands.  “I guess I’m just getting old.”

 

“I’ve made him take Viagra” his wife interrupted.  “I took him to see Doctor Kendal personally, and I watched him swallow the pills, but it didn’t help much.  We’ve been married for five years, and if he can’t do better than this, I just don’t know if I can stay with this.  I think maybe he’s gay or ….” She paused swallowing hard as tears overflowed down her eyes.  “Or, he’s having an affair.”

 

Spillbacks held up his hand to silence her, and addressed her husband.  “Possibly I should speak to each of you individually first” he said.  “Mr. Ulrich would you wait in the outer room?” he said as he rose and opened the door.  He had not wanted the wife to have a chance to offer any objection, and it had worked.  The big man was walking out the door before she got her mouth open to object.

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, do you love your husband?” the reverend asked.

 

“’Do I love him?’  What kind of a question is that; if you had any idea how much I do for that man…” she was waving her arms wildly to make her point.  Spillbacks move to her side on the couch, and gently pressed the tips of his fingers to her lips to silence her.

 

“I didn’t ask what you did for him” he began quietly, “I asked how you feel about him.  Do you feel love for him – do you care about his immortal soul.”

 

The words had hit their mark and transformed her.  She was staring at her hands fidgeting with her ring.  “I do love him reverend.  It’s why I could never leave him, but I just don’t think I can live without intimacy.  I guess I’m not a very good Christian woman, but I need it.”  Tears were filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry” she continued, “but I need it.”

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, he needs it too.  Probably more than you do.”  The reverends voice was soft and they could hear the big man pacing in the hall.  “You’re a very beautiful woman.  If he sticks his cock into that beautiful body of yours, and doesn’t stay hard, there is something really wrong, and no mater how unsatisfying it is for you, I assure you it is worse for him.  It shouldn’t be; I can’t imagine how mounting you could be anything other than absolute bliss.  He is not enjoying sex, and until he does, we have nowhere to go.”

 

Her face had turned bright red, but she was squirming on the couch, embarrassment mixed with arousal.  He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  “How much are you willing to do to save your marriage?” he asked.

 

“I’ll do anything, reverend; I have always been the one who has given.  You have no idea…”  He pressed his fingers to her lips again to silence her.  She looked down embarrassed, but began to realize what the reverend wanted her to change.

 

“For the next six months, I want you to stop initiating sex” he said.

 

“If I don’t initiate…” she began, but again he silenced her gently.

 

“If he wants to save your marriage, he will initiate.  He’s going to fuck you, whenever he wants, wherever he wants and for as long or short as he wants.  You’re going to let him put you into whatever position he wants, and you’re going to be quiet while he fucks you.  You can moan, you can grunt, and you can scream, but you’re not to say a word of complaint, while he’s doing you.”  He was being intentionally crude, and it had the desired effect.  Her mouth opened, her face reddened and a look of shock filled her eyes, but he also noticed her knees were moving like butterfly wings.  “Most of all, you are to tell him you like it, and you are to be obedient to whatever he wants.”

 

“Reverend, that will take all the romance out of our relationship. Love making will become animal lust.”  She said it as a complaint, but the way the words came out they indicated that she was less disgusted than she had intended.  The animal lust was calling to her.

 

“You can have romance at dinner.  You can love each other as you go for walks, or watch the sunset.  You can love each other when you fall asleep in each others arms.  When he fucks you, you are going to be his ‘bitch’” Spillbacks told her.  Shock mixed with horror was on her face.  “For the next six months we are going to encourage him enjoy you.  You are never going to refuse.  Every time you refuse, we are going to extend the duration by two months.  If you don’t figure out how to be obedient quickly, you are going to be a sex slave for a long time.”

 

“I couldn’t possibly enjoy love making like… that” she was adamant, but her voice betrayed her.

 

“If you want him to act like a man, the first thing we have to do is make certain he ‘enjoys’ it.”  Spillbacks paused but continued before she could interrupt.  “I only have one question – do you want to save your marriage?”

 

The question silenced her protests.  The crudeness of what he had said shocked her, but she loved her husband and the fear of loosing him was stronger.  “This is tough love. I know that” he said.  “I want to talk to you husband now.  I want you to wait in the living room.  While you are waiting, I want you to take off your bra and panties so you are naked under your dress.”  He stood up opened the door and called to her husband before she could protest.

 

“Please, Mr. Ulrich, have a seat.”  The reverend motioned him to the couch as he continued to look after his wife, and then the closed door after she left.  The expression on his face showed his concern for her.  She had been shaken by what the minister had said, and now it was his turn.  “Do you love your wife?” Spillbacks asked.

 

“Yes reverend, very much” the big man replied.

 

“Have you been having an affair?” the minister continued the interrogation.

 

“No sir, I have never done anything like that, I swear” the man said defensively.

 

“I am sure you haven’t” the minister assured him.  “However, your wife has the misinformed notion, that a man has limited sexual energy and if he is not fucking her, it is because he is fucking someone else.  As a result, I think your wife suspects you have a mistress.  This is ridicules as libido doesn’t work that way.  Low enthusiasm for sex comes from boredom, not exhaustion.  Usually if a man or woman for that matter has an extramarital affair, it increases the interest in sex, and intimacy with their partner increases.  In your situation it might be better if you had some extramarital activity.”

 

“Reverend, that would be sinful” Ulrich was shocked.

 

“Sin is taken much too seriously” the reverend replied.  “Sins are forgiven everyday, but if you marriage fails it will be far more serious, and your marriage is in trouble.  Your wife is entitled to sex, and lots of it.  You promised to fuck her when you married her and sex is necessary for her health both physically and mentally, and you have not been providing it.  If you want to keep your marriage, you had better do something to change that.”

 

“Well… well, reverend, the mood…”  Ulrich was struggling to get the words out; embarrassment mixed with astonishment had tied a knot in his tongue.

 

“She’s a beautiful woman, she is in good shape, and you should be fucking her at least twice a week.  I don’t care about your mood, I don’t care if you want to or not.  I don’t even care if she wants to and neither should you.  You open her legs and shove your meat into her and keep it there until you have filled her.  What do you think your marriage commitment was all about?  You start fucking her regularly, or she’ll be looking to get her pussy serviced somewhere else, and I won’t blame her.”  The reverend was stern leaving no room for argument.  “What’s the matter, don’t you think her tits are big enough or something?”

 

“Ahh….Ah no, her tits… I mean breasts are fine.”  Mr. Ulrich was flustered by the directness and possibly by the obvious erection he was developing.  The tea had had the desired effect, but both of them would think it was the counseling session and the erotic subject that had turned them on.

 

“Good,” he said standing to open the door to invite the wife to return.  She was hastily stuffing something into her purse.  As she walked, he could see she had removed her bra as her breasts were swinging freely with her steps.  He wondered if she had guessed what was coming.  As she passed him in the doorway he could smell she was ready.

 

“For the next six months” he began speaking to Mrs. Ulrich. “Bob is going to screw you at least twice a week.  He’s going to tell you when he wants to fuck and you are going to submit completely.  You are going to do whatever you are told.  This is a new church law.  You are going to meet with me each Sunday afternoon and you are going to report if he has fulfilled his obligations.”  Mr. Ulrich had become timid in his wife presence, and was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants.  “You are going to submit to him whenever he wants it and do exactly as you are told” he said directing his comments to the woman.  At first Mr. Ulrich was mortified, but he became bolder when he saw his wife silently nodding obediently.  “I’ll bet she’s a good fuck, isn’t she.  Does she squirm when you take her or does she just lay there and let you pump?” the reverend asked Mr. Ulrich.

 

“Well… well, she usually kind of… well you know.” The big man smiled out of embarrassment and could not put words together not certain if he was supposed to answer or not he looked at his wife for instructions, but found her looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap.

 

The minister picked up a pillow and laid it on the corner of the big table in the room.  “Come over here Mrs. Ulrich” he commanded.  She stood timidly and walked over to where he indicated.  He positioned her with the rounded corner of the table against her pussy and told her to bend over.  She looked at him shock and defiance on her face, but before she could object he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her causing her to fall forward onto the pillow, her feet lifting off the floor.  She began to protest, but the minister bent over and whispered “Not one word or it will be eight months.”

 

Mr. Ulrich stepped forward partially thinking to rescue his wife, but not at all certain how or from what, and she wasn’t complaining, the reverend wasn’t actually hurting her and he had no idea why the reverend had done that.

 

With his free hand, the minister pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to her husband.  Mr. Ulrich’s mouth fell open and he stared at his naked wife’s bottom.  “What a hick” Spillbacks thought.  “I’ll bet he’s never even seen a naked pussy before.  He probably only fucks in the dark with his eyes closed.”

 

The reverend reached out and grabbed Mr. Ulrich’s pants by the waist band and pulled him closer working the button free as he did so.  “Take out your penis and fuck her” the minister commanded.  Ulrich did not know what to do – his common sense said he should get his wife out of there, but lust, embarrassment and confusion had left him completely confused as he pulled his pants down and approached the wet waiting pussy. 

 

“Tell her to spread her leg” the minister commanded.  Mrs. Ulrich did not wait to hear from her husband but moved her thighs open pulling her knees under the table fearing minister would force her if she did not cooperate.  In his state of confusion and arousal, Mr. Ulrich took this as a sign of desire.

 

The creed of the mid west said ‘when you don’t know what to do, do as you’re told’ so he bent over her and shoved his cock into her.

 

She moaned as he went in.  “She likes it” he thought as he began pumping.  Once inside her all thoughts of rescuing her were gone.  She was the obedient little woman he had fantasized about since he was twelve.  Spillbacks released her neck and she tried to push herself up, but her husband forced her back down holding her still while he rubbed his cock in her soft wet hole.  His breathing was coming hard and fast and he felt the excitement all down his back and legs as he began fucking her harder, slamming into her with each thrust of his hips.

 

It took only a few minutes before he was finished and began filling her hole.  With the orgasm came a return to reality and embarrassment.  Ulrich pulled out of his wife and turned his back to do up his pants while the minister helped her to the couch to lie down.  Guilt at having enjoyed himself in a woman was burning holes in the pleasure he had enjoyed.

 

Reverend Spillbacks put his arm around the big man’s shoulder.  “You did well my son.  That’s exactly what God, the church, your wife and I all expect of you, don’t let us down.”  The big man nodded.  The minister’s words taking the sting of what he had just done to the woman he loved.  “Do you really love her?” the minister asked. 

 

Mr. Ulrich nodded.

 

“You liked it didn’t you?” Spillbacks continued.

 

Again the husband nodded.

 

“God gave you those feelings so you would service his daughters.  The Bible says it is a joy to be in the service of your God.  The devil gives you this guilt.  You must put it away” the minister said sternly.

 

Again the big man nodded.

 

“Go home now” the minister said.  “Your wife needs to rest and clean up and I want to have a word with her.  I have to go to Homer this evening and I will drop her by your place on the way.”

 

Again the husband nodded as he walked through the door the minister held open for him, glad for the opportunity to get away from the situation and the woman he had just fucked without having to look at her and be reminded that it was his wife.

 

“How are you feeling” he asked as walked to the couch where the woman lay curled in a fetal position.  She turned to look at him; tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation of being fucked in front of him, but the look in her eyes told a different story.  The drugs in the tea, and the ten minutes of fucking had left her in desperate need of serious sex. 

 

The minister was very tempted to pull out his cock and finish her there on the couch, but he had a different plan for her.  He was not certain how she would respond to being fucked and violating her marriage vows even though he was positive she would not refuse him now, he could not be certain how she would react tomorrow.  Women were funny that way.                               

 

There were dozens of ways to fuck a woman, only a couple of which violated the marriage covenant.  He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and gently rubbed the edge of her lips.

 

“No” she whispered between the quiet sobs, but he ignored her, turning her onto her back.  He slowly moved around her labia as she opened her legs for him.  Her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.  It would be so easy to make her climax, but he wanted it to last.

 

She slid a hand along her stomach to rub her breast, lifting her dress as she went.  With his free hand he pulled the dress up exposing the rest of her chest.  His lips engulfed her nipple as he pushed his fingers up her cunt and his thumb uncovered her clit.  She was screaming now, thrusting her hips trying to force his fingers to touch her G spot.  He rubbed her, teased her, and tormented her until she was screaming.

 

Her legs clamped shut, crushing his hand inside her.  She lifted her shoulders off the sofa, with her chin forced against her chest and her knees pulled up to the back of his head as he sucked at her breast.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as she trembled.  The orgasm was washing over her and she could not stop it.

 

He had met his objectives with her.  Her husband would fuck her hard and leave her horny and half finished.  She would come to him, and he would pet her and eat her and play with her.  He had a vibrator her would put in her and after a week or two, he would take her into the bedroom and put his cock in her.  By then she would be so addicted to him she would not object, and would never make trouble for him.

 

He left her sleep on the couch for an hour or so after her orgasm, and then led her to the bathroom where she could shower and clean up.  With luck her husband would use her again that night or tomorrow before the drugs completely wore off.  Her experience with him would definitely compare favorably.

 

Just before they left, he knelt in prayer with her.  He had been ready with a list of scriptural arguments to showed how what he had done to her was completely within the bounds of the law and it was her right as a daughter of God to enjoy what he had given her.  He could convince the Sister Teresa herself that God wanted her to spread her legs; these hicks were barely a challenge.  None of it had been necessary with Mrs. Ulrich.  She was a devote woman who would remain so unless it interfered with her sexual needs.  She would be just fine.

 

“Take this” he told her handing her a small bottle of water based lubricant.  “A couple drops on your lips before he mounts will make it a lot more comfortable.”  He paused and looked into her eyes.  “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your husband needs to learn to enjoy fucking you or he will give up on you all together.”

 

She nodded and kissed him.  “Call me” the minister admonished.  “Anytime, day or night, and I will meet with you.  We will get through this together.”

 

The drive to the farm was very pleasant.  Mrs. Ulrich sat close to him and held his arm resting her head on his shoulder.  “I love my husband” she said, “but I will need your help if I am going to save my marriage.”

 

He turned is head and kissed the top of her head before they rounded the corner and became visible form the farm yard.

 

 “Thank you for seeing me Mrs.…. Jennifer” he corrected himself in response to her expression as she took his coat and led him into the living room.

 

“Were should we begin?” she asked.

 

“Let’s begin with a prayer” he suggested as he knelt down on the floor.  “Would you pray for us?” he asked as she followed him to her knees.  He opened his eyes as she began to pray and stared at her.  After the afternoon session with Sally Kendal, he was extremely randy, and looking at her aroused him even more.  She was in her late thirties, but had never been pregnant and was still in good shape.  Her husband had been much older than her and had had heart trouble for years before he died.  He doubted she had been used very hard in years if ever.  He stared at her with her head bowed and eyes closed.  The arch of her back, the round hips, and the breasts all fit together well.  If things went well, he would be inside her in another hour or so and the thought caused his penis to engorge.

 

“Let’s turn to Genesis chapter 38, start with verse 6” he suggested as he opened his bible and handed it to her indicating the passage he wanted her to read.

 

Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. ⁷ But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.

 

“Please explain to me what happened here in your own words” he commanded.

 

“Well, Judah got a wife for his eldest son Er but he was wicked, and God killed him” she answered.

 

“What do you think it means ‘wicked in the LORD's sight’?” the reverend asked.

 

“I don’t know, I suppose he commit sins” she answered.

 

“He had been who he was for his whole life” the reverend replied, “but he gets married, and then he is so evil that God kills him.  Why all of a sudden now does he get put to death?  I think his sins must be related to the way he treated his wife, don’t you think.”

 

Her face brightened into a smile, as the understanding dawned on her.  “Do you think he hit her, or maybe he cheated on her?” she asked.

 

“Actually, the bible is full of instances of when men disciplined their wives, and it was not considered sinful.  I think it must have been something other than violence.  The men of the bible had many wives, and slaves that they used regularly.  Adultery, is a sin, but I think a minor one, and so I suspect it must have been something else.” the reverend corrected her.  “Please read the next couple verses.”

 

She looked at him with respect and awe.  He understood so much, and more important, he was helping her to understand so much more than she ever had.

 

Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." ⁹ But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. ¹⁰ What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.

 

Understanding dawned in her eyes.  “Her husband had not made love to her – at least not properly” she said.

 

“Exactly right” Spillbacks responded.  “I don’t think they were married very long.  I think her husband didn’t want her to get pregnant, as he wanted to use her for a while before he knocked her up, so he practiced birth control.  She was probably a beautiful young woman.  He pulled out of her before he came.  What other methods could her husband have used?”

 

“Maybe abstinence” she ventured.

 

“Yes” Spillbacks replied.  “God expects women to be serviced, either by their husbands, or if not husbands, He selects other men to service them.  It says here Onan spilled his semen on the ground.  He probably pumped her until he was nearly ready to cum, then he pulled out of her to ejaculate.  Possibly he made her suck him off to finish.  Or, of course, he may have sodomized her.  Why do you think he did that?  Why do you think he didn’t want to breed Tamar?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.  She was shocked by the frank sexual discussion, but the reverend had talked plainly to her and she did not want to appear as a child so she did not show her reaction.  She was also becoming aroused, though she would not admit it to even herself.

 

“Most books explain that it was customary for the first born to receive the inheritance.  With his older brother dead with no children, he was in line to get the lion’s share of the family wealth.  If Tamar had a son he would loose out.  I think differently.  I think he knew he would have to keep fucking her until it took.  Her son would inherit and there was nothing he could do about that.  I think it was much simpler – I think she was a beautiful woman and he wanted to enjoy her for a few months or maybe even a year before he was done with her” the reverend explained.

 

She nodded without saying anything.  The word ‘fucking’ coming from his lips had shocked her, but she tried not to let it show.  It also aroused her and she unconsciously opened her legs a little.  With this Spillbacks caught the first whiff of her pussy, and knew he was making real progress with her.   He had thought he would not get her on their first session, but he now revised his expectations upward.

 

“In this age we get concerned about sex as a sin.  I think we are wrong there.  A careful study of the scriptures shows that the real sin is leaving a woman empty.  In the next few verses, we find that Judah himself, her father in-law, fucked her, and this is proclaimed to be what God expected.”  The reverend went on as she hung on every word.  He laid his hand on her knee just below the hem of her dress and applied a slight pressure causing her to open her legs a little.  “How long has it been since you have had intercourse?” he asked.

 

Her face reddened with embarrassment.  “My husband was very ill” she said. “He had a difficult time for the last year so.”

 

“Have you been masturbating?” he asked.

 

She hung her head and silence; not able to meet his eyes.  “I can’t help it” she cried.  “I try to be good, but I can get so… so…. You know horny.”

 

“How do you think Tamar was fucked?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know” she replied.  “I assumed they would use the missionary position.”

 

“I think she was entered from behind” he told her.  “These men were farmers and herdsmen.  They worked with sheep and goats, horses and other animals.  They held the mares and pulled their tails to the side so the stallions could mount them.  They watched the male animals shove their penises into the female animals almost every day.  I think they went back to their women and ordered them to get on their knees.  Back then the women obeyed, or they were forced.”

 

By the time he finished she was breathing heavily through her mouth.  He slid his hand up her leg along her inner thigh.  She slid forward on the couch causing her skirt to slide up her legs and spread them.

 

He looked into her eyes.  “Are you an obedient servant?” he asked.  She nodded closing her mouth to swallow.  “I think it is so important to for you to understand what Tamar was feeling and what happened to her.  There is much to learn in this scripture.  What do you think Tamar felt while she waited for Onan to come fuck her?”

 

“I think she was afraid” Jennifer replied.

 

“I agree” the reverend said.  “Her husband had been a wicked man.  She almost certainly had been a virgin the first time Er used her, and she would not have expected his brother to be gentler.  She certainly was not expecting foreplay.  She was a religious woman and probably was praying on her knees waiting for him when he came to her.  Possibly Onan brought another woman, a slave girl, with him to hold her down if she struggled.”

 

Reverend Spillbacks stood up and extended his hand to help her rise.  He led her down the hall to the bed room and swung the door open for her.  She walked through the door into the room.

 

“What do you think she wore while she waited to be bred?” he asked.  She stared at him.  His presence was over powering.  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready. Think about what she prayed for and what she was feeling as she waited to be penetrated.”

 

She walked into the room and felt the door close behind her.  She didn’t know what to do; her minister wanted to fuck her.  The thought made her vagina tighten and she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.  Her mind was questioning what she was doing as she unzipped the tight skirt and pulled it and her panties down to her ankles.  In smooth motion she stepped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes.  With a bare foot she kicked her clothes into the corner. Her mind was screaming this was wrong, but knelt at the corner of the bed with her ass pointing toward the door.  She folded her hands between her breasts and closed her eyes.  Light flooded into the room from the hall as the door swung open.

 

He stepped into the room and saw her kneeling in front of him.  He was naked.  He approached and knelt behind her, his hands sliding around her covering her nipples.  He closed his eyes and pressed his cock against the crack in her ass.  She was about to protest, her training about morality forcing its way through the fog his words and the lust had created.

 

“Pray as I tell you” he said.  “Dear Lord.” He waited for her to repeat his words.  Ever since she was a little girl, she had closed her eyes whenever a prayer was said and turned her entire attention to the prayer.  All thoughts of protest were drowned by her training.   The words came to her lips.

 

“Dear Lord” she repeated.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” Spillbacks continued.  He took her hand and guided it around her hip between their bodies and wrapped her finger around his penis.  She gasped.  He was a lot bigger than her husband and he was rock hard.  She lifted her hips sliding forward onto the bed and bent the penis down to position the head at the mouth of her tunnel.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” she continued.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the reverend continued as he pushed the tip of his cock into her and pulled her hand away.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the crudeness offended her, but she had just asked to be made obedient.  Tears were filling her eyes and her voice choked up as her voice whispered the words.  She wanted to run away, but his hands held her and she knew her chance to leave was past.

 

“Amen” he finished placing his hand on the small of her back and forcing her forward and down against the bed.  She turned her head to one side to lay her cheek against the mattress and arch her back.  She spread her legs around the corner of the bed and whispered the final word knowing what was to follow.

 

“Amen” she whispered.  The word was cut short by a groan as the entire length of his cock was forced into her cunt and he began hard pumping her.  Each thrust brought a grunt as her body was forced forward on the bed despite his hand on her back and the other squeezing her breast attempting to hold her still while he fucked her.  Each thrust slammed his hips into her ass cheeks.  He was pumping her too hard and too fast for her to enjoy the experience.  She could do nothing but grip the bed and wait while he used her.

 

Spillbacks had planned to be gentle with her; coax her into bed and give her a long slow gentle fucking where she would come over and over again.  He had planned to give her a good time that she would want more and more of, but the excitement of the afternoon, and the ease with which she had submitted had changed his mind.  She was his bitch and he was going to enjoy her.  He had lost all interest in what she wanted.  This was risky. He was almost certain she would continue to cooperate and let him continue to dominate her, but he could not be positive like he was when he made the women cum.  He would have to make certain she was his.

 

It had only been ten or fifteen minutes before he could no longer control the need to release.  Just as he started to cum, he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and holding his penis with one hand pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.  Not hard enough to enter her, but enough so she would feel it.  The shudders went through him as he stroked his cock.  The sweet release came and he collapsed against her back ejaculating load after load of semen from his cock.  Most of it squirted out into her ass crack and ran down her legs onto the carpet, but from the shock that he felt go through her body, he figured he must have gotten some of it inside her rectum.  Finished, he stood up and left the room.

 

In the hallway he picked up his clothes and went to the living room where he waited until he heard the shower.  She was cleaning up.  “God that was a good fuck” he whispered to himself.  “What a sweet little whore.”  He pulled on his under-ware, and folded the rest of his clothes before returning to the bedroom.  He turned the bed down and sat in the dark waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

 

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out naked, rubbing the towel under her breasts to dry her body.  Her eyes were blind to the darkness and she did not see him approach her.  She screamed from fright and shock when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to startle you” he said in a quiet voice as he brushed he hair from her face.

 

“I’m ok” she said trying to move the towel up to cover her breasts.  “I thought you had gone.”

 

“I wanted you to truly understand the scripture.  I feel the spirit telling me this is very important for you.”  He gently took the towel from her and led her to the bed.  “Do you understand what Tamar felt?” he asked as they sat on the bed together his arm around her shoulder.  He reached over to the night stand beside the bed, turned on the light, and handed her the open Bible.  “Read the passage I have marked.”

 

When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," ¹⁴ she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.
¹⁵ When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. ¹⁶ Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you."
"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked.
¹⁷ "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said.
"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.
¹⁸ He said, "What pledge should I give you?"
"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. ¹⁹ After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.

 

“She was quite a woman wasn’t she?” he said when she finished the passage.  “She knew what God expected of her.  Judah and his sons were prophets, the men of God and she knew she was supposed to submit her body to them.  They weren’t very nice to her, but still she was obedient.”

 

“I think I understand” she said as he took her shoulders and laid her back onto the bed.  He bent over her and kissed her; gently at first then with more passion.  He could sense the arousal building in her as he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulders.  He began massaging her breasts.  Not hard and rough as he had done earlier, but gently teasing her delicate nipples into erection.  She spread her legs as his lips moved to suck her breast, and his finger moved to her pussy.

 

Within minutes, she was wet and ready and moved down to eat her and fuck her with his tongue.  She would have come a dozen times, if he had let her but each time she came to the edge, he would back away, or change focus.  He worked on her until she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed like a beached fish.  By the time he took out his cock and pulled her on top of him she was desperate to get it inside of her.  She grabbed it in her right hand and positioned it to the mouth of her cunt.  Steadying herself with her left hand against his shoulder, she thrust her ass down against him taking the full penis into her pussy. 

 

She sawed up and down on the full length of his cock violently until she could hold back the flood no longer.  “Ohhh God…. Oh God” she screamed.  The orgasm erupted in her and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders and then she collapsed onto him. 

 

Suddenly the room was deathly silent.  Spillbacks could hear her heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing was deep and slow.  She stretched out her legs and collapsed completely on top of him.

 

“We have sinned, haven’t we reverend” she said finally.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous” he replied.  “God made your body and he made mine and He gave us the capability to feel sexual pleasure.  He expects us to use it.  In most things He gave us complete free will; however regarding sex He gave all men and women unending and often overpowering desire.  Use you head girl, do you think He is displeased with us?    Examine how you feel right now and tell me you thing we have sinned.”

 

“But what about the commandments in the Bible?” she asked.

 

“You need to study the Bible more” he said. “The Puritanical concepts about sex don’t come from the Bible; they come for a group of religious perverts who probably never really read the Bible, or if they did they lied about what it said.”  He took a deep breath to calm himself.  Ever since seminary when he had actually studied the word of God, the actual Bible, and not what other people said it said, this had been an emotional issue for him, but he knew he was not going to explain the truths that he had studied over the past eight years before she feel asleep.  “The Bible says many things that people could argue about.  For every passage that tells us to abstain, there are probably half a dozen that tell us that we should not abstain.  Look at the lives of the prophets; the people who God directed daily.  God commanded them to have many wives and concubines.  Why do you suppose He did that?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.

 

“Do you thing God commanded these great men to take these women and then they didn’t fuck them?” he asked.  “Gee God, these women are really pretty and all, but I don’t think I should touch them, because I don’t want to fornicate.”

 

She giggled.  “Alright, you’re the expert” she said, “Why?”

 

“The first commandment God gave to people was to engage in sex.”  His voice was quiet, almost reverent for the profound truth that had nearly gotten him expelled from the seminary.  “God expects it of us.  In Biblical times, women were not always treated very well.  They were bought and sold and used like property.  Often abused and killed when they were no longer of value to their owner.  I don’t think God likes this.  I think God expects both men and women to have satisfying sexual experiences.  I think that’s more important than just about anything else.  When circumstances put women in a position of being unable to achieve sexual fulfillment and God finds an honorable man, a man with a good heart, He often gives him added responsibility.  Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, and probably the greatest lover and poet as well had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines – that’s women that he fucked regularly, but never married.”

 

“What about a woman having more than one man” she asked.  “What does God think of this?”

 

“Oh, that happens all the time; Tamar, that we read about, for example.  Or, even Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, the son of God, and then married Joseph who took care of her for the rest of her life because I suppose God was preoccupied.”  He was preaching again.  “From all my study, I don’t think God ever intended for people to be monogamous.  I think he intended that we should take care of each other; physically, emotionally and sexually.”

 

She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep on his shoulder.  He held her for nearly an hour before sliding out of bed and making his way home.

 

Epilog

Bob Ulrich watched his wife climb the stairs carrying a load of clean clothes from the laundry room in the basement.  He watched her ass move as she walked and could not stop thinking about what he had seen of her that afternoon.  For the last few hours he had been rehearsing in his mind.  The reverend had said it was his responsibility to service her and more than just responsibility, he wanted to fuck her.  Not make love to her; not wait on her willingness and certainly not beg her, but fuck her.  Fuck her like he had that afternoon.

 

He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs, taking the heavy basket from her as he caught up.

 

“Thank you” she said cheerfully.  She had been quiet all evening since the minister had dropped her off.  Bob had thought it was because of what he had done to her.  He had been wrong; in her entire life she had never cum the way she had when Ulrich had touched her.  Technically, it had not been a adultery; technically, it had not really different from her annual visits with the gynecologists, but it had been different.  Most of all, she wanted more.

 

“Go to the bedroom and get yourself ready” her husband commanded.  He had had a hard time getting out the words.  He had wanted to sound forceful and dominate.  For him the most sexually exciting thing of the afternoon had been when she had tried to straighten up and he had forced her head back down while he was fucking her.  He wanted that feeling again, but he had choked on the words.  He almost followed the order with an apology.

 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she looked at the floor as she walked to the bed room.  Bob Ulrich looked after her.  He had not been certain what she would do.  He had not thought he had sounded very manly, but she had gone to the bedroom as he had told her too.  She was in there stripping right now.  Well, maybe she wasn’t used to having him order her around, but he was a man and he had a right take her.  He set the basket on the folding table, and went after her.

 

When he opened the bedroom door she was just pulling her panties down.  She lay down and moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs.  She was still wearing her blouse and he toyed with telling her to take it off, but seeing her bush he decided he didn’t want to wait.  He crawled up on the bed between her knees, and undid his belt.  His penis was hard and he reached through the hole in his underwear to take it out and stretched out on top of her.  He guided his cock up to her hole and shoved it into her.  She was slick and slippery; she wanted it.  She was ready to fuck.  She must be getting off on this dominate approach of his.

 

His body completely covered her.  His full belly pressed down on her stomach making it hard for her to breath and impossible for her to move.  He was moving his hips and pumping her.  The top of her head was just under his chin.  He grunted with every thrust as he fucked her.

 

She lay under him with her legs up and open, barely able to get them around his over sized waist.  He was sweaty and his arm pits smelled.  If it had gone on for very long, she would have been sick, but it didn’t last very long.  It was over in minutes and she had seamen in her pussy.  He rolled off her and pulled his pants up and went back down stairs to watch television.

 

She lay on the bed waiting while his sweat dried on her body and the seamen drained out of her pussy.  Tears leaked out of her eyes.  She wanted her marriage to work, and she loved that big lug, she didn’t even mind him fucking her.  Actually, if it made him happy, she didn’t mind at all, but the thought that that was the only sex she would have for the rest of her life she just couldn’t bear it.  She took a shower and picked up the phone.

 

While driving back to the church, his cell phone rang.  “Hello” Spillbacks answered.  “God is so proud of you, why don’t you come in to see me tomorrow morning.  I understand your frustration, I think if we pray about this it will be able to find an answer.”

Trudy grabbing my cock reminded me of where I was, I was surprised to find nobody was taking any notice of what we were doing even after my trousers were undone and Trudy took my cock in her mouth. Nobody else noticed but I certainley did, Trudy had a fantastic mouth and she knew how to use it. I wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied either I worked myself into a position where I could manage to relieve her of her panties only to find she wasn't wearing any. With a little more carefull manouvering I got myself into the sixty nine position my tongue finally coming in contact with her clitoris. Trudy was already damp her sweet juices coated my face as I worked my tongue on her clitoris then deep into her cunt. We were having a great time the more I worked on Trudy the more she worked on me, she was taking my cock up to the hilt for preference I prefer to slide my cock in to a nice wet cunt but a good mouth is a close runner up. I managed to give Trudy a couple of orgasms with my tongue if I thought she was wet prior to the orgasms she was in flood now, But all good things must come to an end I was unable to hold back and shot my own load of cum into Trudy's throat. We both fell back in a heap, I think we both looked like we had run a marathon. I tidied myself up and went to get a couple of drinks on returning however I found that my place had been taken and Trudy was being fucked by some guy.

I looked around for Anne on the dance floor, not seeing her anywhere I checked out the darker corners. It seemed that the corners were very popular I spotted at least four couples fucking and three others not far from starting. I finally spotted Anne sitting on the young guys lap on the patio outside. The guy was sucking on her nipple while ehe was stroking his hard on, I wandered up and asked how things were going.

"Not as well as you've been going, I saw you in the corner"

I told her she could go into the corner as well, but she said she preffered it more private.

"Well we can always leave the party and go home" I suggested.

Anne spoke to the young guy who nodded agreement, okay but Mark will have to come in our car he caught the bus here. I didn't see that as a problem and five minutes later we were off, me driving and Anne and Mark in the back seat.

It's very hard to drive when your wife is getting fucked in the back seat. Two minutes after leaving the party they were kissing a minute later they were half undressed and by the second set of lights Mark's cock was buried to the hilt in my wife. Thankfully we weren't stopped by the police for the length of the ride I was serenaded by my wifes moans and groans of ecstacy. I think we arrived home at about the same time that Mark came, I put the car into the garage and the two of them got out naked as the day they were born.

We went inside and had a coffee while they recuperated before going into our bedroom. Mark certainley had a high sex drive because his cock was rigid again moments later he was taking Anne doggy style driving his cock into her hard. I got myself into position for Anne to suck on my cock bt she was too engrossed with the big cock driving into her cunt so it wasn't too successfull.

I finally gave up and just watched not that I have anything against watching. Mark could really keep going they fucked for about an hour Anne's juices were really lubricating his shaft it was glistening in the light from the bedside table. When he finally came his cum flooded out of her cunt and dripped onto the sheets at least Mark had the courtesy to grab a couple of tissues to dry it up when they seperated. Anne lay there satisfied before dozing off, I offered Mark the choice of staying over or I would drive him home. He decided to stay and I found out why in the middle of the night when he disturbed me once again fucking Anne, having crept into the bedroom while we were asleep and woke up Anne by playing with her. At least this time it didn't take an hour but a queensize bed isn't really built for three to sleep in.

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It was hot in the house. They didn’t want to turn the air conditioner on because it was too expensive. They were having money trouble and the only way to make ends meet was for Elana to go back to her old job as a stewardess. It had been six years since she’d worked on a plane, but after Tom was laid off, she had no choice but to do it.

They walked hand-in-hand onto the balcony outside of their bedroom. As soon as they were outside, Tom said, “I’m not sure I like it, ya know? You going away to be a stewardess.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll be gone all the time.”

“Well, I’ll make more money and I’ll get to travel—”

Tom opened her shirt and said, “But these will be gone.”

Her bare chest was exposed. Elana never wore a bra because her tits were small and firm. There was no need to.

She said, “You’ll get to see them. They’re not going to be gone all the time.”

“They’re so tiny.”

“You like ‘em tiny?”

“Yeah, I do,” said Tom. He unfastened the bottom buttons of her blouse so he could open it all the way.

There was something about a woman with small breasts that Tom found irresistible. He didn’t care too much for women with large breasts. Over time, their breasts would start to sag more and they tended to sweat more in that area during sex. Just big enough to fill his mouth was the perfect size for Tom.

He cupped Elana’s tits and started squeezing them. They were soft, and because of the slight wind blowing on the balcony, her nipples were hard.

Tom’s hands felt good sliding over them. When he lowered his head and started kissing and sucking them, Elana started feeling tingly in her crotch.

Again, because of the wind, Tom could smell her pussy juices in the air. Now he was feeling tingles in his loins. His cock was getting hard. He wanted to nail her right there on the balcony.

He started sucking her nipples harder, said, “These are my favorites.”

“I’ll make sure they come back to see you.”

Jokingly, Tom said, “When you start traveling, they’re gonna grow from all the altitude.” They chuckled.

Tom latched his lips around her nipples and continued sucking them hard, sometimes biting around the nipples, which was something that drove Elana crazy with lust.

Tom was right. Who knew when they’d see each other again? They’d both have to go long periods without sex. Elana normally wouldn’t have sex on the balcony, but this time was different. She wanted it to be something they’d both remember.

A low moan came from her mouth. Her head fell back and started rolling around as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of warm breath, soft lips, and a gentle breeze on her sensitive nipples.

He was rubbing the side of her belly and flirting with her. She was moaning and slowly wiggling out of her blouse so not to disturb him. He made her feel so good, so horny.

When she was topless, Tom stood and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and throbbing. He started rubbing it on her tits. Up, down, and around, it went. It especially felt good when it made contact with her nipples. There was a lot of heat coming off that beefy cock.

She watched him sliding it all over her chest. The head seemed to grow every time it neared her face. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination or because she wanted it so bad.

Either way, she lost the will to resist when she saw pre-cum seeping from the tip. She needed dick in her mouth.

She leaned forward with her mouth wide open. It slid inside. She locked her lips around the fat shaft and pulled back with suction so hard that it made a loud smacking sound when her lips separated.

She took him between her lips again. She stayed down for a few minutes longer until she stopped to take her blouse off. Likewise, Tom removed his shirt and lowered his jeans a little.

Elana loved sucking cock. Aside from getting her tits sucked, it was her favorite form of foreplay. Tom considered himself a lucky man. Most men had to go through hell to turn a woman on. All he had to do was stick his dick in her mouth. Elana was seriously riled up by the time she finished.

Tom helped her to her feet, then helped her out of her skirt and laced panties, and then took the rest of his clothes off. They were totally naked now. Elana lie down on the cot and spread her legs eagerly anticipating what he was about to do next.

“Oh, god!” she screamed when she felt his tongue sliding up her wet cunt. “Oh, it feels so good. Yeah! Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, yeah. Oh, god, yeah, fuck me with your tongue.”

Tom was licking, slurping, and jabbing his tongue in her pussy like it was a cock. As he pulled it out, he would curve it upward enough to hit her clit. Then he started spitting in it and sucking the saliva out.

Elana was going nuts. She was pulling her own hair and clawing at her tits.

“Ohhhhh!”

He spread her pussy and gazed deep inside, drawing lust from its pink folds and ridges. There was just a small patch of hair above the clit. Her pussy was meaty and soaked.

He slid the first two fingers on both hands in her cunt, spread it open and spit in it. He started working his fingers inside her, massaging the inner walls.

“Oh, god! Oh, god!” she kept repeating as fire ripped through her sweet hole. She was getting close to climaxing.

He buried his face back in her pussy and started sucking the clit with his tongue flickering in every direction.

“That’s it! That’s it! Oh, god that’s it!” she screamed. “That feels so good! Yeah, fuck me with your tongue!”

Her legs were trembling. She’d lost all control of herself. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as a wave of intense orgasms ripped through her one after the other and left her lying there speechless for the first time since they’d been together.

He stood, tossed one of her curvy legs to the side, and slid his cock in her. Her pussy was so saturated from pussy juice and saliva that it fell right in without much friction.

“Oh, yes!” screamed Elana. “That’s it; just like that!”

There was no love-making this time. Tom was beating her pussy to a pulp. The cot was shaking like mad. Every part of Elana’s body was jiggling as he pounded her and she couldn’t stop screaming to save her life. This was the best fucking she’d had in a long time.

Tom grabbed her upper body and fell backward as he pulled her up. It left him lying on his back with her on top, just where he wanted her.

The only thing he didn’t like was that she was facing him. He wanted to see ass, so after a few minutes of her bouncing and grinding her juice box on his shaft, he motioned for her to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl style.

At this point, Elana wasn’t the only person moaning. The tingles in Tom’s body had grown ten fold. He’d been on the brink of an orgasm the whole time, but now it was getting to the point that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

He had an ass cheek in each hand. He was guiding her body. She’d leaned forward, which gave him a much better view.

“Ohhh, my god! Oh my god! Are you gonna cum in my mouth? Cum in my fucking mouth,” screamed Elana.

That was all he needed to hear to take him over the edge. “Oh, yeah, here it comes right now,” Tom grunted.

Elana sprang to her feet and spun around. The first thing she saw was her husband stroking his cock with his face twisted in passion.

He stood and she was dropping to her knees. Her mouth was wide and ready.

“OOHHH, FUCK!” Tom yelled. Sticky spoo burst out and landed directly in her mouth. More came out and landed on her lips and dripped to her chest.

Tom kept stroking and moaning with every cum shot until he was stroking an empty dick. Elana’s mouth was full of cum so she let a little spill onto his cock head and then sucked him gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

As she was licking the last few drops of cum off his cock and her hands, they heard a loud sound coming from the sky. They didn’t need to look up to know what it was.

They were having sex outdoors because she was going to leave for days at a time on an airplane. How fitting that their adventurous romp would end just as one flew over head.

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Recently I took a promotion, which made me a project manager, but I had to move to another building away from my old boss.  Cliff was a great guy, but a bit on the pudgy side and about 2 years older than my father.  We shared an office and became great friends for the two years I worked for him.  I had the utmost respect for him, as he is a family man, and somewhat of a pillar of the community.  Nevertheless I used to tease him by wearing low cut tops, often going braless.  Cliff warned me one time that I really needed to stop doing that, because while he wouldn’t really do anything, he certainly would look.  In one of our many conversations that often went from wild stories to morality, he told me point blank that he did not consider what two consenting adults did as immoral, which included sex outside of marriage.  I took that as a hint that he might fool around if properly tempted.

 

This last week was the four-month anniversary of my divorce, and quite frankly I was getting a bit on the horny side.  I’ve never had a one-night stand with a stranger, and I certainly don’t plan on starting now, so I thought of Cliff.  So I called him and set up a lunch date with him.  Before I left the office for lunch, I went to the ladies room and took my bra off, and made sure that adequate cleavage was showing.  I wanted to have Cliff’s attention focused on my two girls, to see if he was still the old horny goat I thought he was.

 

At the restaurant, Cliff helped me with my coat and when I sat across the table from him, he laughed and said I hadn’t changed.  We ate lunch and he was truly concerned how I was doing after my divorce, plus the usual shop chit-chat.  Knowing that Cliff really is a gentleman, I didn’t want to shock him too much, but I told him I was having a problem with some shelving in my house.  Since he is real handy with such things, I asked if he’d mind coming over one afternoon or evening to see if he could help me with it.  His wife was out of town visiting their son’s family over the weekend, and he agreed to come over on Saturday to fix things for me.

 

 I decided that I had to be bold to get Cliff to ring my bell, because he has a daughter that is 2 years older than me, and while he often made jokes and talked about sex, he was a gentleman and I’d have to make the first move.  Cliff showed up at the agreed time, and fixed my shelf after about 25 minutes.  He asked if there was anything else he could do for me since he had the rest of the day and evening free.  I took this as my opening, and told him point blank what I needed fixed.  He sort of laughed, and said “look I’m older than your dad”, that’s when I told him I didn’t care, and that I wanted him to make love to me.  I also reminded him of our conversation where he’d told me that anything two consenting adults did as okay, and that he’d didn’t consider that immoral.  He pointed out that he was married, and that under no circumstances would he leave his wife for me, and that if we did what I asked, that there would be no strings and it would just be for the physical fun of it.  I agreed, took him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom.

 

Once there, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop.  I had a thin lacy bra on and as I reached to unhook it, Cliff reached behind me and in a swift motion, my bra and my breasts came free.  Obviously he had a bit of experience in removing a woman’s bra.  I reached to unzip my jeans, but he stopped me and asked to let him do it.  Slowly he unzipped me, and took my jeans off.  Stepping out of them I lay back on the bed, and he came beside me.  I helped him out of his clothes, and then he took command.  As I lay on my back, he started kissing my ears and neck, slowly working his way down my shoulders to my breasts.  He was not in a hurry, and I looked at my clock, and couldn’t believe that 20 minutes had passed and I still had my panties on.  By now my ex-husband would have been sound asleep, and I’d be working myself to orgasm.

 

He continued to kiss, lick and nibble on every part of my exposed body.  My nipples were rock hard and I was breathing in shallow gasps.  He had me more turned on than any man had ever done before, and he really hadn’t touched me sexually yet.  His busy mouth kept working its way down my body, and when he came to the top of my panties, he bypassed them and went to my knees.  There he began kissing and licking my legs and thighs.  I moaned and spread the wider for him, but when he got to my inner thighs, I could feel his breath against the thin damp material of the crotch of my panties.  He swirled his tongue over my pussy and gently grasped my pussy lips with his teeth through the cloth.  I gasp as I started to feel a tingling in my stomach that no man had ever given me before.  Slowly I felt him pull my panties down and off of my legs.  I looked at the clock again, and an hour had elapsed.

 

My breath was coming in short gasps, and then as he spread my pussy lips apart, he took his tongue and curled it around my clit and pulled.  My guts suddenly went into spasms, my pussy clinched and I came harder than I ever had in my life.  I cried out and tried to push him away because the sensations were just too much for me to stand.  He stopped, took me in his arms and began to caress and whisper gently to me.  After a bit I calmed down, and he began his journey of exploring my body again.  I wanted him inside of me, I wanted him to cum in me so I could make him as happy as he had made me, but he wasn’t close to being done.  As soon he reached the top of my slit, he pulled my pussy lips wide apart, exposing my inner lips to the air.  Gently he blew a warm breath across my pussy, and I gasp and cried out as that talented tongue found my opening and dipped inside of me.  My ex considered such things dirty, so I’d never had this done to me before.

 

I exploded in orgasm again as he licked and kissed my inner folds.  His finger exploring inside of me, stroking a sensitive area I never new existed.  As I came this time, he didn’t take me in his arms.  Instead he moved between my thighs and I could feel the rubbery head of his dick sliding up and down my wet gash.  I felt it at my entrance and ever so easily he slid in to his full depth.  He wasn’t real big, but since it had been a while since I’d had sex, I felt as if I was completely stuffed.  I cried out as our pelvic bones met with his full length inside of me.  He just lay there, holding me tight, and gently stroking my hair and ears, grinding his pubic bone into my clit.  After a few minutes, I came again; thrashing and crying out in pleasure.  As I came, he pulled out and rammed into me with all his strength and my body shook as my orgasm came in waves.  Again and again he rammed into me; pulling his cock completely out with each stroke.  I cried and begged him to cum inside of me; I was ready and wanted all of him. 

 

Then he stopped, and pulled out of my quivering pussy.  I wanted to cry because I felt so empty inside.  Then he rolled me over on my stomach, and raised my butt high in the air.  I felt him exploring me from behind, and it was such an odd feeling.  I had never had sex except with the man on top, so this was something new, but for Cliff I was ready to try anything. I’d read about doggy style, and how it was supposed to be enjoyable for both the man and the woman, but I could never get my ex to try it.  I will say that I felt more exposed and helpless as I ever had, as he explored every inch of my pussy with his fingers and tongue.  He pulled my pussy lips wide, almost to the point it hurt, and rubbed his swollen member up and down my gash.  Then in one swift motion buried his full length inside of me; I screamed with pleasure, my pillow muffling the sounds I was making as he rammed into me again and again.  My body was on fire as he grabbed my ass and spread me wide open, then he rammed into me with his deepest thrust yet. As he was buried deep inside of me, he let out a deep moan and I knew he was filling me with his seed.  Hanging on to my hips, not letting me move away I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, which put me over the top again.

 

As he pulled out of me and I could feel our mixture of juices gush out and start running down my inner thighs.  We collapsed in each others arms, him whispering to me and stroking my hair.  I looked at the clock, and 2 hours had elapsed.  I fell asleep, totally satisfied for the first time in my life. 

 

I woke up sometime later, and Cliff was still holding me, snoring gently and stroking my hair in his sleep.  I tried to get up without waking him, but wasn’t successful.  We got up, and showered together, ate a couple of sandwiches, and then led me back to bed and he gave me the best massage I had ever had.  This time I went to sleep and didn’t wake up until well after midnight.  I looked around, but Cliff was gone.  I found a note from him on the dining room table.  In his note, he thanked me for letting him live a dream of having sex with a young woman again, and he hoped he had not disappointed me.  I started crying when I read his note, knowing that I would probably never have sex with him again.  So I went back to bed and cried myself to sleep.

 

You younger ladies out there, never give up a chance to bed an older man.  The young guys may be stallions, but the gentle touch, experience, and caring of a man twice your age is unbelievable.  I wouldn’t marry a man that is twice my age, and I don’t suggest others do it.  I want to find my own guy that is my age, grow old together, and develop a wonderful sex life of our own.  I just hope and pray that he will be half as good as Cliff was to me that night.

After fifteen minutes and still no power, Tom sat down on the floor to rest, and the young woman who introduced herself as Sandra, still stood in the corner not moving an inch. As the two made small talk, Tom got the distinct impression that Sandra was very uncomfortable. He could exactly put his finger on it, but she kept her arms folded in front of her and she fidgeted from one leg to the other. Finally Tom asked her if she had a problem. Shaking her head yes, Sandra slowly removed her coat and revealed a truly massive chest on such a slim body! Tom knew he was staring but couldn't help himself, because just watching Sandra breath was a treat in itself! Sandra then said, "I had a baby about six weeks ago, and I've always been large busted, but since I got pregnant they have just grown and grown, so now I have to wear a 40DD bra!" "I nurse my baby at least six times a day, but I produce way more milk than she can drink, so I use a breast pump at least twice a day to relieve the pressure, but unfortunately my pump broke down and I was going to pick up another one at my doctor's office, but now we're stuck in here and my breasts are really sore do to the extra milk buildup." Tom could believe his own ears! Here was a pretty young woman talking about her over sized breasts to him as if they were talking about the weather! Not knowing what to say, Tom just nodded and said he hope that they would be out soon and then she could see her doctor. Another half hour went by and still no movement. Sandra was now growing more desperate! She had been whimpering for a good ten minutes and now was starting to cry. Now holding her huge tits, one in each hand, she tried to relieve some of the strain that their sheer bulk was causing, and Tom, trying to act the gentleman, asked if there was anything he could do to help. Still massaging her chest, Sandra looked at him and said, "When my baby sucks on them to get milk I can feel the tightness go away, if you could maybe suck them for me, well just maybe the swelling would go down a little." Dumbfounded at what he was hearing, all he could do was shake his head "yes". Sandra quickly unbuttoned her loose fitting top and dropped it to the floor, while right in front of his face was an industrial strength bra that was doing it's best to hold back a tidal wave of tit flesh! Sandra unhooked her bra and let it slip of her slim shoulders allowing her huge tits tipped with large nipples that were almost a deep shade of purple to spill out onto her lap!!! The nips were long and firm, the result of nursing a baby six times a day, and as Sandra sat down next to Tom, her breasts swayed obscenely back and forth just inches from his face. Now sitting down and leaning against he elevator wall, Sandra had Tom lay on his back with his head in her lap, and as she guided a hard nipple into his mouth she sighed, "Come on baby, let Momma feed her big boy!" Tom started sucking on the huge nipple and soon his mouth was full of a thin but sweet milk! The more he sucked the more he wanted! After about fifteen minutes Sandra removed the nipple only to replace it with it's heavy twin, and by now Tom's pecker was hard as a flag pole! His head being held and caressed by this beautiful young girl who was cooing soft and low as he sucked the milk from her big chest, began rubbing the front of Tom's pants. When she found his hardon Tom heard a moan coming from her lips. "Baby's a naughty little boy," she said, as she rubbed up and down the shaft of his thick pecker, it's time for Momma to suck baby!!" Sandra then unzipped Tom's pants, slipped her small hand into his open fly, and pulled out his engorged organ! He had never felt such a delicate touch as the one this huge titted pussy was now doing to his straining cock! Because of the massiveness of her chest, Sandra was able to lean over and take his prick into her mouth and not even pull the nipple from his lips! As delicate as were her fingers, her mouth was another story! She became a bitch in heat as she deep throated his entire shaft as both of them groaned while they sucked each other, he on her huge nipple, and she on his eight inches of blue steel!

The mutual suckfest went on for about five minutes when Tom's balls tightened up and his cock shot a load of hot jism into Sandra's hungry mouth, while at the same time Sandra was having her own orgasm simply from the intense suckling that Tom had been giving her engorged boobs! Sandra sighed as her climax faded from her pussy, "The baby gives me orgasms all the time when I nurse her, ever since I go pregnant I can get off on my tits all by themselves!" Just then the lights came on and the elevator started to move! Both Tom and Sandra leaped to their feet and struggled to get their clothes on! Sandra didn't even have time to put on her bra! At floor number ten there were people waiting to get on the elevator, and as Tom stepped out he gave Sandra a goodby wink as the elevator quickly filled up. Sitting in the waiting room Tom looked out the window as the sun came through the clouds while a guy sitting next to him said, "Some storm, huh?!?" Tom looked at him an replied, "Yeh, some storm!!!"