To really appreciate this story, you have to understand what Ileen looked like, and how she presented herself. She had short, dirty blond hair, a pretty face, above average but not a real knockout. She showed up wearing the same clothes she had on the bus...jeans and a very oversized yellow sweatshirt, so I had no idea what might be under it all, but her shy sexiness and teasing look turned me right on.

We smoked a bowl of hash, me sitting on an armchair, she sitting infront of me on the footstool. She said that she was so tense in her neck and shoulders, so I told her to turn her back to me, and started to give her a rubdown, very gentleman like, outside the clothes. She soon began sort of low moaning and commenting about my great hands. I told her if she'd lay down on the bed I could do her whole back.

I proceeded, her face down on the bed, to massage her still staying outside her clothes, but soon pushed up her shirt and gently ran my fingers up and down her back. Her "ooohs" and "ahhs" gave me my cue, and I reached around her waist, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them off and started to massage her legs, her top still on, she still face down.

When I hit the spot behind her knees she stared moaning and asking for more. I pulled down her filmy blue panties and stared licking her legs, ending by tounging her sweet asshole, her arching her nice round ass up so I could lick her pussy.

She was so hot now, I rolled her over and dove face first into her pussy, slowly, then quicker, feeling her come on my face. Then came the best surprise I could have asked for...I looked up from between her legs and she had talen her top off, and as I ate her was sucking on her own tits, huge soft melons with soft, puffy pink nipples that I never had imagined under that loose fitting top. I told her "After you come again, I coming up ther to fuck thos titties" and with those words, she moaned and gushed again on my face.

Keeping my word, I put my 8", very thick cock between her globes, fucked them as she tried to nip at the swollen head. "you have incredible tits" I said, and she grabbed at my cock and said "This cock of yours is no slouch either" She pushed me off, rolled me over and took me in her mouth, right down to my nuts, which she squeezed as I moaned and she giggled with her mouth full of a very wet throbbing cock.

Finally, I pulled her on top of me and fucked her, and fucked her, her tits dangling in my face, she occassionally lifting one to her own mouth for a lick. I must have contracted 10 times when I let loose what I still think is the biggest load I have ever shot.

There is a second installment to this story...a bit more that night and then one brief time I saw Ileen again....Let me know if you like it, and e mail me....there is more to cum

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How about we break the drought I said

He said I may be 73 but I think I get your drift - you want me to have sex with you.

I said NO I want to have sex with YOU.

There was abit of discussion about the rights and wrongs of it but I convinced him I was happy to have sex with him - in fact I would be flattered to have a man his age make love to me.

He really was a little bewildered but I managed to convince him I really wanted to with him.

I took him to my bedroom and we undressed - I had seen him naked many times at the beach so I knew what he looked like and I liked what I saw. His hair may have been grey but his cock looked firm and had a good length and thickness. Seeing it hard did not dissapoint me and I said I am going to enjoy this.

He mounted me missionaryy style and we played about for about 20 minutes experiencing the joy of sex in numerour ways. The sensation of him inside me was exquisite - he knew what to do to make me happy and did it to my satisfaction.

After this I said how about I get on top fr a while and we try it thay way - he said this may sound strange to you - but I have never ever had sex that way.

I replied that I was amazed at his revalation but there is still time to learn and I explained to him how I wanted to do it with him that way.

He was fascinated as I lowered my vagina onto his cock and manipulated myself over him, he was in seventh heaven and could not believe how wonderful the entire sensation was - not only being up inside me but seeing me above him and watching my breasts sway as I manipulated my vagina over his cock and enjoyed the pleasure I was getting from him.

By now we had been together for about half an hour and I was ready to cum. I said I wanted to finish this one off on top and afterwards he could have his pleasure off me on top of me.

He asked if he could cum inside me and I said certainly - where else would he cum.

I manipulated myself to a stage where I was ready to climax and said I was going to cum and he lay there watching me and hearing me enjoy the wonderful sensation of having an orgasm with him. After I recovered a bout 5 minutes later I said now its your turn.

He remounted me from above and he took about another 5 minutesd before he said he was ready I said I could take him for another hour if he wished he was so good at it. He didnt reply - he came with a grunt and a groan and each time he ejaculated his sperm into me he gave agrunt. I guess he came about 5 or 6 times and I could tell from the look on his face it was exquisite.

We lay together for ages afterwards and said any time he wished to share my body he was welcome and we had sex twice more before he left at 10pm a very happy and tired man.

After that he visits me each week and we have wonderful sex together every time -he could not believe I could enjoy sex with a man as old as he was. I said its not the age but his performance that impresses me - he is far more considerate and makes love perfectly. He asked about men I have slept with and I assured him he was the best and a perfect gentleman and has one of the best cocks I have ever had inside me. When he cums he can ejaculate 5 or 6 times still and still has a bountiful supply to keep me happy.

I still see him regularly - I think he is much more interested in life again now as he has something to look forward to - a 27 yo nymphomaniac as he calls me- we enjoy sex in 3 ways now regularly, missionary, cowgirl, and doggy. He is a wonderful performer in every position.

Some may think me silly to go with him when I can and do have men my own age occasionally as well. I do it with him because I like and respect him and the sex is wonderful - why not.

            I opened the door and standing in front of me was a woman that looked like a pornstar. God was she hot! She was about 5’7” and had the most beautiful 36c breasts I’ve ever seen. She wore a tight white shirt and a miniskirt and high heels, with hoop earrings. Obviously she knew my parents weren’t going to be home otherwise, they probably would have kicked her out.

            “Uh... hi.” Was all I could manage.

            “Hi! Chris, right? My name’s Megan. Nice to meet you!” She flashed me a gorgeous smile and walked in.

            “Nice to meet you too...” I mumbled. I shut the door behind her and followed her in. She dropped her purse on the table and sat down on the couch.

            “What do you want to do?” she asked.

            “I dunno. We can watch TV I guess.”

            “Okay!” She grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. Immediately the TV went to the last channel I had been watching, American Idol. She began flipping through the channels and landed on some random TV show that I don’t even remember the name of. It had this guy and this girl walking through the words looking for someone. I sat down next to her and we just watched TV. In a couple of minutes I had almost forgotten about her until the guy and girl in the show tripped and fell onto each other. They started kissing and then tearing off each other’s clothes. Within minutes they were having sex. Apparently, without knowing it, Megan had switched to a porn channel. I kept watching, not even attempting to hide the raging 9-inch boner that was creating a tent in my pants. I took a glance over at Megan and saw her breathing shallowly and trying to restrain from sticking her hand between her legs which were spread.

            I looked away but too late she saw my looking at her wet crotch. She blushed and said “Sorry, but I guess I can’t help human nature haha. And obviously you can’t either,” she said with a wink.

            “Oh... yeah... I’m going to uh... go to the bathroom.” I said. I needed to jack-off. Badly.

            “You going to take care of that?” she said, motioning to my hardon.

            “Um... I... I guess.” I turned and walked quickly away up to my room. I grabbed the lotion from under my bed and started masturbating furiously. I was so into it that I didn’t hear her come up the stairs until she was in my room and I opened my eyes.

            “Shit!” I yelled.

            “Sorry, I thought you were done.” Was all she said. But she didn’t leave. In fact, she came inside. “Chris?”

            “What?” I asked, getting under the covers.

            “I’m still really horny.”

“Uh... huh?” I was dumbfounded. This most gorgeous, blonde, 25 year old girl was telling me she was horny.

“I want your cock.” Well that’s blunt. She ripped the covers off and jumped onto the bed. She wiped off the remaining lotion with the sheets and immdediately put her lips over my dick. She was sucking like a pro, using her tounge to nearly wrap it around every inch of my dick. She did short and fast, and then deep throat and slow. It must have been 60 seconds and I was ready to blow my load. She started sucking hard and fast and I groaned as I shot burst after burst into her mouth. She swallowed it all and cleaned me up. She seductively backed off the bed and started to undress slowly in front of me, giving me time to recover. By the time she was naked, my dick was full erect and hard again. She came over to me and we kissed passionately, her tongue and mine flicking the insides of each others mouth. She pressed her clean pussy up against my crotch and grinded it into her clit. She groaned with pleasure and I could begin to feel her juices on my leg.

I pushed her back and spread her legs.

“You want this?” I asked, as I put the head of my dick right at her pussy lips.

She responded by shoving her hips into me and thus shoving nearly all my 9 inches into her. She groaned with ecstasy and I began pumping in and out of her.

“Oh god... Oh Chris! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! OH GOD! FUCK! Oh fuck yeah! Oh god harder harder!” She had the sexiest sex noises. Every cry drive me wild. “Chris! I’m going to cum! Cum in me! Chris cum in me!” I didn’t care. All sense of reality was lost. I was taking this girl right now. She started to climax and the minute her already tight pussy started to tighten, I felt that tingling sensation. I pumped harder and faster and moaned with ecstasy as shot after shot of sperm emptied into her. As they hit her, they seemed to drive her wild as she bucked her hips and practically screamed through her orgasm. When we were done, we fell asleep, with me still in her.

I woke up slowly, barely remembering what had happened. I look up and standing there in the doorway is my mother. Shit!

“I hope you got good sleep pumpkin. Because now it’s my turn.” She said as she started pulling down her skirt.

After that I kind of cooled it with thinking about her. At least, when she wasn't around. But every time that I came in for a lesson and she was there, I could feel my heart skip a beat. She'd always flash that beautiful smile at me. Always say hi, that silky voice making my knees go weak a bit. But always, I'd glance at her ring.

 But anyway, after a few months at the school, I was promoted to the next belt level and allowed to start sparring. My first day, who did I end up sparring but Sarah. I couldn't help but take it easy on her, even though she didn't take it easy on me. Right after she rocked me with a hell of a side kick I realized, there's something a little sexy about a girl who can whoop your ass.

A few weeks passed and occasionally I'd see her on sparring day, and we'd fight a bit. And then came last week. I had slowly been going a bit harder on her, and last week I had had a really rough day. I started out against one of the black belts and I started getting really frustrated. I got a little too rough, a little too much into it, but he was a black belt so he was used to it. Next I moved to Sarah. She wasn't a black belt. And I had forgotten that. She started off hard, kicking me hard and making me a pay a bit. Then she kicked me and I blocked her foot. A little too hard. I cracked her shin hard with my forarm, and just dropped her to the ground. My instructor yelled at me for a bit, but I helped move her off to the side. I took off her shin pads and her foot pad and took a look at her leg.

First thing I thought was of me kneeling in front of her, sliding her pant leg up, my fingertips brushing her smooth legs, looking up at that face of hers. Then I got back to what I was doing, looking at her leg. I left a nasty looking bruise already, but I didn't seem to mess it up too bad. I apologized to her profusely, then got back in the ring for a few more rounds, which my instructor decided to go against me.

At the end of the lesson, after my head stopped hurting from his kicks, I got changed and headed out to the lobby. There Sarah was sitting, having changed out of her uniform. I apologized to her again, asking if there was anything I could do to make it up to her. She smiled at me, and said, "well, I didn't get a chance to eat anything, you buy me dinner and we'll call it even." I didn't wait for her to say it again.

We went to the diner across the street and talked for a while. Before I knew it, I checked my watch and realized it was about 1am. We had been sitting and talking for a good 3 hours. I paid and we got ready to leave, and she was mentioning her hour drive home and how tired she was. I offered her the couch of my house, told her I would appreciate it, another way to make it up to her. She accepted and I just drove her back to my place, leaving her car at the studio. We had another lesson early in the morning, so she would just pick it up then.

We got back to my place and I showed her around. She had been a little extra flirty tonight and it was fun. I showed her around and finally she asked to see where I'd be sleeping. I smiled and took her downstairs. I share a house with 3 of my friends, but the house only has 3 rooms, so we converted the basement to my room. I take her downstairs and she was amazed. I had finally finished setting the place up as my room and a mini gym. She laughs as she sees my hanging punching bag and decides to get another little workout. She starts hitting it, and I head over to turn on my workout music and set the lights.

I installed some black lights, I find that it makes my workouts more fun. I play some music, she starts hitting, and I can't help but watch her. She was wearing dark sweat pants and a white shirt, her blonde hair held in a pony tail. She turns and smiles at me, the black lights lighting up her smile. I put my hands up, guarding myself as she playfully starts hitting me. I block a few, then before I know it she moved in and learned one of the takedowns we learned in my extra MMA classes. She wrapped her arms around me, hooked my leg, pushed me over and before I knew it, she was on top of me, mounted.

My mouth was open in shock and she took advantage. She popped me on the nose, not hard but certainly not light. So I did the first thing I could think of and pulled her head down to me, cutting the distance so she couldn't throw any more punches. Except I wasn't quite paying attention and pulled her head to mine. Her lips to mine. I didn't try, but I pulled her down into a kiss. She stopped fighting me and stayed in the kiss for a bit. Then amazingly enough she started kissing me back. My arms reached around her, pulling her close to me, and her hands went to my head, playing with my hair. She pulled back and smiled at me.

"Good takedown, but you didn't prepare for the counter" I said, as I tucked her arm, bucked her and rolled over, me between her legs. I leaned back down and kissed her deeply. Her legs wrapped around me, her kisses getting deeper and rougher, her hands pulling on my shirt, lifting it up. I lean up, her legs still wrapped around me, pull my shirt off, and move back down to kiss her. She rolls me over, straddling me again, this time I let her. She leans up on me and takes off her shirt too, her white bra glowing in the blacklight. She kisses me, smiling as she pulls back and slowly kisss her way down my jaw, down my neck, and slowly moving down.

I can feel her tongue as it moves down my chest, her bra as it lightly touches my stomach, as she pulls out her hairtie, her hair draping across my body. Before I know it, she's pulling down on my gym shorts. I look down at her shocked as I feel her hand gripping my hardening cock. I can't see anyything, the mix of her hair and black lights making her invisible. But I can feel her. I can feel as she takes the head of my cock in her mouth and flicks the tip with her tongue. I can feel as she shoves it all the way down her throat, her deep throating my 8 inch dick. She keeps bouncing up and down on my cock, her hand jerking my the bottom of my cock as she sucks on the head. She pulls off and starts licking my balls as she jerks my cock. She moves back to my dick, sucking it hard, and I feel myself ready to come. I put my hand on her head and tell her I'm about to cum. Her reaction is to just move faster, and that turns me on even more. I erupt in her mouth and I can feel her swallowing as I cum. She picks her head up and smiles at me, and I can see a bit of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, shining in the black light.

She stands up over me, turns around and bends over as she pushes down her pants, her sweats moving down over that wonderful ass of hers, showing off the thong she has on underneath it. She pushes them down to her feet then kicks them off, then slowly peels down her panties, bending over as she does. Then she straddles me, my half hard dick in front of her as she starts rubbing her pussy. She slips a finger inside of herself, pulls it out and using the same finger, wipes up the last bit of my cum on her chin and licks hr finger clean. That sight makes my cock hard again, making her smile. My rock hard cock right in front of her, she scoots forward a bit and slowly sits on my dick.

The greatest feeling I ever felt. Her tight warmth envelops my cock. She lets out a gutteral moan as she does. After what feels like the most pleasurable eternity, she has me all the way inside her. She starts rocking her hips back and forth as she posts her arms over my heads. I lean up and kiss her, and I can taste traces of our juices on her lips. My hands reach up to her sides, slowly sliding down to her ass, cupping her, rubbing and squeezing the best feeling ass I've ever grabbed. I smack it slightly and she moans louder, smiling at me. I roll us over so I'm on top, and I feel determined to just destroy her pussy. Slowly, I pull out, til just the head is in, and I thrust forward hard, knocking her forward. She wraps her legs around me and pulls her self back, sinking my cock back into her. I grab her hips and start rocking her against me as I thrust in and out of her.

 This goes on for a while, her moaning loudly, screaming practically, her hands grabbing my forarms, scratching me as I keep thrusting into her. I lean down and kiss her, or try to, as she is panting so much that she can't close her mouth to kiss me. She arches her back and screams loud. I can feel her pussy clamping down on my pussy. I try to hold off and cum in her, filling her pussy. I fall down on top of her, kissing her deeply, as I end up rolling over off of her. I put my arm under her head and pull her close to me and we fall asleep on the floor.

I wake up a few hours later to a hand rubbing my balls.

We walked through the doors, and I bought the tickets and some popcorn and soda, and we made our way to the theater. We sat on the right side in a corner so that nobody could see us, and during most of the movie, we were passionately kissing. Our lips brushed furiously against each other's, our tongues intertwining in the heat of the moment. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, and I began kissing down her neck and then biting it, causing her to make a quiet moan of pleasure. She whispered breathily, "Not here...there's people...the movie..." but I kept right on going, biting her neck and enjoying her hushed moaning. I then kissed back up her neck and laid a quick, but full, kiss on her lips, and she gave me a devious look and smile and said, "You naughty boy," brushing her hand against my already hard cock. I gave her an apologetic look with a small grin and said, "What do you want me to say? You're hot..." to which she replied in a needy voice, "Yeah, in more ways than one." I slid my hand up her dress only to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. I gave her a shocked, turned on look as my hand neared her pussy and I felt her juices running down her leg. I rubbed my fingers against it and found that she was soaked. I rubbed her juicy, wet lips for a while before massaging her clit to an orgasm, which she had to try her best not to cry out in pleasure to. I then rubbed around her lips again before sticking my two middle fingers into her still-throbbing pussy. She gasped from pleasure, and I fingered her, at first slowly, then building up speed until my fingers were almost pounding against her G-spot, leading her to another orgasm. She was gasping and moaning but whispered "More...I need more..." and I continued, but she said "No...more fingers...I want your whole hand inside me..." I added one finger, then another, and then her needy pussy sucked my whole hand in, and I was thrusting it into her, watching her beautiful sexy face contort from pleasure. She was squinting her eyes, and biting her lip, trying her best not to cry out from the pleasure as she reached yet another strong orgasm. Luckily, the movie was ending. I withdrew my now-soaked hand from inside her and put it in front of my mouth, first savoring the smell, then sucking her sweet juices off my fingers. She gave me a look and asked, "So, you like the way that tastes?" and I eagerly half-moaned, "Yeah, I love it", and she grabbed my cock through my pants and slightly squeezed it, sending a sensation through my entire body. She said, "Let's go somewhere private" and pulled me by my throbbing cock through a crowd of dirty, puzzled looks.

I was desperate by the time she finally pushed me down onto a staircase. She kneeled down in front of me and almost ripped off my pants and threw off my underwear to gaze hungrily upon my throbbing cock. There was already precum leaking out, and she said "Looks like guys can get wet too when they're really horny..." and took her finger and wiped it off of the head, eliciting a moan from my lips. She stuck her finger in her mouth sexily, and I tauntingly asked, "So, you like the way that tastes?" in the same way she asked me. But, seemingly ignoring me, she started stroking my throbbing seven-inch dick. I grew even more in her hand as she stroked up and down, circling around the head with her thumb, sending me into a pleasured frenzy. After a while, she said "Yeah...I did like the way that tastes" and suddenly slid her lips down onto my needy cock. She swirled her tongue around my dick and took me fully into her mouth, and to my surprise, began fingering herself! She moaned while my dick was still in her mouth and soon closed her eyes, clamped her lips around my dick, and had a loud orgasm, pulling on my cock with her juicy lips, leading me to unload all my cum into her mouth. She sat on the steps next to me after swallowing my load and said sexily, "That's not all..." and kissed me. I didn't mind the slight taste of cum on her lips, as I felt myself already getting aroused again. She sexily slipped her dress off, revealing a leopard skin bra that her tits were ready to burst out of, and a still-swollen wet pussy. I kissed down her neck and took off her bra, kissing her left breast and flicking the nipple with my tongue. I took her other breast in my hand and began squeezing it and pinching her nipple, as my other hand squeezed her breast and I lightly brushed my teeth against her nipple, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. She began moaning, and I slid my right hand down to her pussy, pulled my head up from her breast and asked, "Still wet, huh?" She simply nodded and moaned, and I began kissing down her smooth stomach until I reached her pussy. I teased her lips with my tongue, before setting my lips on them and sticking my tongue inside her. I tongue-fucked her for a while, buzzing my lips against hers, which set her into an orgasm. Then I withdrew my tongue and began licking her clit. She immediately moaned loudly, and I only quickened my pace, setting my tongue against her harder. I stuck my first two fingers into her as I licked her clit, until she starting moaning steadily, and quickly cried "Take out your fingers and move away!" I complied, and she nearly screamed as my face was drenched with fluids. I was immediately turned on by the fact that she squirted, and my dick, which had already hardened from eating her out, was now throbbing once again.

Since we were both still virgins at this point, we weren't going to have sex right then and there. But she said "Well, I see you're still not satisfied...you've satisfied me quite well...time for me to finish the job also." She began slowly stroking my dick, locking her eyes with mine in a sexy stare, then once again wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me very slowly, until I moaned and said "Faster...please..." She looked up at me and leaned back a bit, then suddenly sandwiched my cock between her tits! She started stroking me with her huge 40D tits and asked in her sexiest voice, "Oh, do you like that? Do you like my tit fuck? Want me to suck your dick as I fuck you with my titties?" All I could do was nod, and she took me into her mouth and moved her tongue swiftly around my head as she stroked me quickly with her tits. I began gasping and moaning, and she took her lips off of my cock, which was ready to explode, and began stroking me with her hand, right above her hot tits. Seeing her smooth tan tits with her nipples hardening, and her eyes watching my dick, waiting for it to cum, set me off. I blew my load right onto her tits, deeply groaning as I emptied all my cum onto her.

She stood up and wiped the cum all over her tits, making them shine. "It's pretty sticky...but you like it, don't you?" She then brought one breast into her mouth and sucked on her now-shining nipple. "Mm...tasty" she said, and then kissed me. I kissed her back passionately, the same way I had in the theater. We then put our clothes back on and went home satisfied...at least, for that day.

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!!!"