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 beside 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 making 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 don’t 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 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 of 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.

 

The

“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 not 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 he 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 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 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.”

 Did it go hard like that yesterday? It did,didn"t it? "shut up" aah,it did then! "I wish I hadn"t told you now if you"re going to keep on about it" Yeah but admit it,it did I bet. "Alright it did,but only because he squeezed it hard,poor little thing. Now shut up you"re making me embarrassed,after all it was only two hours after I got married" I noted she kissed her right nipple when refering to the "poor little thing" So she was still thinking about which one Den held! Enough woman,fuck your man. She did,sliding up my front then down she held her legs closed just the right amount to guide my beast straight into her very tight pussy. As she squelched her now wet cunt lips against my pubes and ball sack,she lifted up from my chest and the change in position pressed her cunt even tighter to my balls.

 "Feel that?" I could,my helmet was pressing against the top of her vagina, (I know now it was touching the neck to her womb) wiggling and squelching a bit more beasty was trying to press into this new found entrance. "God that feels exciting in my inside"s" then we were off, bringing her knees alongside my hips she started to bounce first in a forward upwards angle until she was fully upright. Her juices were running down my cock onto my tummy and ball bag so much that they were becoming a white frothy ring around the root of my cock. I squirted hard into her each time she decended on to the beast for about four times then she came hard and collapsed onto my chest gasping,"Did you feel it those squirts went up my womb,the nob was right in the hole part. I did and still could,it was like a little mouth sucking at my piss hole.

 "It may make me pregnant" Fuck! I hadn"t thought of that,but who cares,we"re married. Filtering through my horny haze,I realised we had been noisy plus the bed had made a bumping noise through Jackies efforts. Down below they took up the bump,bump,bumping where we left off. We showered,giggled at the bumping still going on below as we ate some toast and drank tea. Our first breakfast, FSTT (FUCK,SHOWER,TOAST & TEA)

 We concluded,hearing a woman cumming while her man grunts his baby juice into her was a super aphrodisiac, even as good as being watched fucking. For the rest of our lives we loved it and watching,which Jackie was still to experience as far as I knew.

 Awhile later we met our neighbours in the stairs. Apologising they said "Hope we weren"t to noisy last night,it was our wedding night" "Likewise we chorused" and all laughing met the married woman in the bottom flat. Laughing also having  heard our conversation. "Don"t laugh,I heard you lot and look where it got me" With that five sprogs (children) appeared behind their mother. "But we"re happy, best of luck"

 With our new neighbours,there was no actual real physical contact,we were all to newly wed. But a certain amount of up skirt glimpses shall we say,added spice to our marital activities for us two husbands. This was purely accidental because of the flats landing factor. For instant,one time I happened to be coming up the lower stair when my female neighbour shot out of her livingroom excitedly shrieking in just her slip. I could hear her husband laughing about whatever. It was just her slip,no bra,no panties,because of not hearing me with their noise,she twirled round to head back thus making her slip flair out and in that moment I had a peep at her thighs,front,side and back, very nice ass cheeks and ginger pubes they were too. (First ginger pubes I had seen incidentally) But it was a bit to quick to study her slit. Well you cant have it all,mentally I told my beast as it twitched in that instant in my trousers! As she steadied,her tits gave a lovely flip flop swing instantly stiffening her nipples.

 Entering our flat,Jackie asked what the commotion was. Do I say all of it? you know,the bit I saw... at the start we"d agreed we"d be open with each other including money and sex. So standing by this rule,I told her what I saw. She said, "That thing pointing at me is because of me or what you saw of her bits?" "It tweeked the beast,but beasty knows you"re ready when I start on the stairs" "Call it a fast starter" mmmm! "Oh well thats both of us to be honest" "They were at it when I come in,she shot across the landing as I was passing,she glanced and blushingly showed a grin,in a second he followed crashed into me in just his tented pants,his nob banged against my thigh,looking down it brushed past my thigh across my pubes to my other thigh and away" "Sorry! I"m so sorry! shes funning.

 "How was it for you" I said? "Feel" I did,her knickers was to one side and she certainly was wetter than usual. "Well I had to! I just started without you" "I only had a slow touch,it was all his fault" At that moment our neighbour started to tell us she was going to orgasm in her usual noisy fashion,so without further ado I lifted Jackies clothes,pushing her belly against the cold porcelain kitchen sink and holding round her like a dog whilst pushing her panties at the front down so I had her fur in my hands with my fingers searching out her clit,making her jerk back at my beast already out and dripping precum and raring to go I slip it up past her knickers and through her juice laden virgina and in no time shot for a gold medal. Jackie talked me through the sensation of having another mans cock knocking at her pussies entrance,finishing as a gigantic orgasm overtook her. Bloody hell did she come off ever?

 I continued to squeeze and massage her ass globes,pulling them apart and squelching our fluids up to her crinkly bum hole. The temptation to bum her at that moment was enormous,but my wits were good and I remembered my Aunts advice. (Know a woman really well before fucking her ass) The way Jackie was squirming I"m sure in my own mind she would have let me at that moment even so early in our marriage because she was so worked up. (Remember in those days sex was all done by exploration. Not like now where assholes claim,kids need to be told all. WHAT A LOAD OF BOLLOCKS! Youthful exploration was magic) So eventually returning from seventh heaven,we ate.

 more later.

 Just prior to christmas I got unlucky and lucky, if you can do that. I'd appeared on cue at the weekend fully intending to get my aunt horny with the sexy happenings I had seen with Ben, remember. So Ginny had gone to visit relatives in Devon to show off the new sprog and took Ross with her. Aunt eyed me as I sat down in my usual place smirked and moved her bum in the seat so she was showing a bit more of her middles than usual. She said "there you are" I know that's what you're after you randy little sod,I 'spose the next thing you'll get a hardon" I said "yes, but I thought I could help you by doing an uncle chat" "Thats novel" she said "Go on then,but it'll have to be good if you're trying to get my knickers wet" That made me blush and I started to wonder whether 'I'd bit off more than I could chew' after all I'd never told a story before. I then thought 'Oh shit,here goes anyway'

 I then related the tale about the girl on the hill. Her knickers started to show some damp spots and aunt chimed in asking me to relate again the part about her tiny pussy and how his enormous cock forced it open,she also got me to re-run the other kid shooting his spunk over her tits. Not a pun, but my aunt was lapping it up. I then gave her the one about the pro having the broom handle, as I detailed the money to inch insertion she chipped in "I know what the feels like" My cock jerked to this as my minds eye had visions of a broom handle going up my aunts twat. Fucking hell! She clocked my cock and said "that gave you a twinge did it?" I nodded a yes as she moved a bit, this must have moved her pussy because a visible portion of juice come through her knickers and glistened on the silk surface till she put her hand down and smoothed it off. She said "Little sod you've got your poor aunt all sticky down there now" "That's naughty" I giggled at that.

 I was digesting if she was going to fuck me in the cellar or bent over the two chairs. I dearly hoped it would be the chairs. 'Bollocks, someone's at the door' after all that effort! It was uncle, rotten luck that, he came in said hello, then started to tell aunty his woe's. Not good as it turned out, the 'bit on the side had been a disaster' so still horny as hell I went to the cellar for a wank, her wet knickers had done for me anyway. having shot my juice on the 'good old wall' I went to my spyhole to see how aunt was handling uncle. He said "I'm gasping for it" then, "How longs it been for you, I haven't had any for three months this place I'm at is in the middle of nowhere" Aunt lied "oh! it must be all of six months, I get it when I can" Sharp as a razor, 'eh! Six months?" I thought, that's a big mistake for you aunty, but not for me and uncle.

 Remembering I'd started her engine with the tales, I reckoned uncle could get lucky even though it was his sister. After all, before, I'd concluded it was only a matter of time before he'd 'give her one' with the lude tales he told her. Pound to a penny this was that moment the lucky bastard and on the stength of my stories. "How about it now? we could both do with it" My aunt flushed up, looking at him straight in the eye,having looked at his groin, she said "Not a chance, we're not kids now, how the fuck would we explain it if we were caught" Give my uncle his due, he was good with words. "Simple" he said, "We just don't get caught,go on you know you want it and its a lot bigger than last time" Last time! WHEN? Aunt said "Shut up you dirty bugger,I don't want to talk about that" smirking and now looking at what was obviously his hardon from where she sat. "Go and ask your other sister for a bit" "What our Molly? I bet her cunts like a fridge she's so cold I bet any meat would freeze in her's" "Don't be horrible " say's my aunt. He was good,he moved towards her put his hand up her skirt and just squeezed a handful of cunt. "Thought I was right,you're soaking wet, you been fingering or sommat? Aunt said "mind your own business and take your hand out". I could see what she ment, in that little time he had put his hand inside her knickers and was finger fucking her.

 Uncle: Where's our old man? Down the back somewhere, Uncle: right, get and bend over the arms of the chairs. Without further ado, she did, and he pulled her knick's down to her knees, and said "That'll be far enough in case we've got to break away fast, I had to do that once when a husband nearly caught us" "You didn't tell me that one" She'd opened her legs as far as her knicker restaint allowed, and I could see all the wet patch on the gusset, needless to say with my controller still out my pants the wall got some jizz again, just as uncle slid his hand,not his finger up and down my aunts pussy slit. He was tryng to push all his fingers in, she: "what the fuck are you at?" "Getting a lot of your juice to rub up my shaft" Fuck, how big are you then?" "Big enough" "Let me see then" He was already pulling it out anyway. I was surprised it wasn't that long really, about 7 - 8 inches, but fuck me I was surprised at its girth. About 3" across that's 9" circumference. Aunts eye's went wide, "I don't know if I can handle one that thick, but I intend to find out" Quickly she closed her legs pushing his hand out at the same time and whipped her knickers off completely. "I got to give that one every chance " she said grinning widely. Boy, I wanted to see this as well! Without further ado with his thumbs he opened aunty's pussy and placed his enormous cock head against her hole, she widened her stance and started to push her cunt towards his cock saying "Let me lead as it might hurt me" "Ok" This was brilliant for me, uncle braced himself with legs wide apart, while my aunty gave it thrust, she wiggled her body and spread her knees as though she was bow-legged (I watched my wife do this at a time in the future, what a turn on) 

 I was back at it, wanking furiously, the nob went in using all of his foreskin slack, she said "Push slow now its past my outer rim, I didn't want to split that part" They both pushed and then it was gone all of it up her. As he pulled outwards this pussy rim followed his cock like the girl's on the hill. That done it baby juice away, great globs of it, just as uncle started in for serious, no respite now aunty was just about to receive three months spunk after ten minutes of thrust. He went for broke and in a very short time shot another load of jizm into her. As he went for a hat trick aunt said "Quick! Its father coming up the back,pull the fucker out" he did along with a lot of spunk, she quickly wiped the spunk off the floor with her knickers, giving me a wonderful view of her open hole. I thought, "Will I touch the sides in that now" (Well I didn't know did I)

 Grandad came through, acknowledged his son, "see you're back then, went well did it?" and "I'll catch you later" Aunt said to uncle, "Fuck, my pussy's going to ache for a week, when did you grow that bastard?" He returned, "You're one hell of a fuck,my cocks still throbbing, I'll give you it again OK?"  "Fuck off" she said, sitting in her chair and grinning and then she threw her legs wide open, her pussy hole had loads of cum across every part including her pubes. "You wish" she said, then closed them tight as though she was enjoying the feel of the juice all over her. "You didn't half make me cum though you fucker,piss off"

 Christmas came just after this and I now had to bunk with aunty and Ross, The day before christmas eve aunt managed to get Ginny to herself and was telling her about the customer and had nearly got to where I had been dragged away when I arrived. "Good just in time,I've just got to the bit you missed,remember?" I sure did. So what happened was, Bert her husband got home at the end of the war. The first thing he said to her was, did you let the dog do it for jimmy to watch. She said, oh thanks a bunch then! and got real pissy with him, but then he got round her by telling her he really did love her in fact he loved her so much he wanted to reassure her she could still fuck jimmy and the dog and himself.

 She asked my aunt if she thought she was a nympho'? Aunt said, No, you're just a horny bitch that got the opportunities most of us dream of. Asked if she would do the same given the chance? she said "I told her but that's between me and her" I chipped in "She's still doing it then?" "Yeah her son's married now but he joins her,his dad and another younger dog now the others to old" I sunk into my own thoughts about that, but I did hear Ginny say "I wonder what it feels like?" My aunt said"Bloody delicious" Looked down "Oops, forget I said that" By now my mind was going like a rolls royce, I knew who lived next door to that customer and that their houses backed on to a bombed site so this neighbour had created a back gate where there didn't used to be one. Also my mind raced back to a passed tense when I was little, the time in fact when Ginny's parents split up. Now something made sense!

 That xmas I found pussy does shrink back again and tested aunty's on the eve and christmas nights. I gave her lots of slippery presents. Christmas night Ross gave me a present too, we were up bed a bit ahead of aunty and she ,Ross had,had some sherry, she quickly stripped naked wiggled her tits displayed her now furry pussy and bent right over showing me it from the rear. My first instinct was to ram it into her right then but I didn't. "Show me she said, I bet its gone hard" I did and it had you betcha.  But boxing night was the 'Icing on the cake' for me. I went to get in bed alongside my aunt, she said better get on the other side tonight I've got a visitor. By now I new what this ment so over I went. Ross was one of the unlucky people that had a xmas birthday. Sixteen had arrived for her, I was now led with an intoxicated mother and daughter, but not anywhere near as drunk as they were both making out. Aunt had,had her share but Ross had hardly had any. I'm led spooned with Ross with a hardon up to my chin,who wouldn't with a sixteen year old ass wiggling and her hand reaching behind stealthily grabbing my cock and pulling my hand round to hold her gorgeous springy tits. Then pulling her nightdress up and pushing my hand onto her pussy. She kept whispering do it, I told you I'd let you. Then she said quietly "He nearly got me" I knew exactly what she ment. Den arrived unexpected as I said earlier right on xmas eve, just early enough to stop me sleeping in Ginny's bed.

 Anyway Ross said in the evening she'd gone up to the bedroom to take some of the guests coats up out of the way and as she got there Ginny's door was partly open, she saw Den had just put his trousers on and was pulling them up, His cock popped out the flap of his pants and it was stuck out half hard. She scurried into her own and aunts room intending to get back down quickly because Den said before he wanted her pussy. But just as she got to the door he was there pushing her back in the room he kissed her, fondled her tits and started up her leg after her pussy. She said he just got his hand inside her panties and felt her pussies furry part with his middle finger in her groove when Ginny appeared and asked what was happening just before getting to the top of the stairs. He quickly moved back from her and said "I've just handed her the coat she dropped on the stair"

 By now Ross had manipulated my hardon between her legs and was gently working herself and me off at that point aunty seemed to awake and said, "Richard! fuck her for fucks sake so we can all get some sleep I'm fucking knackered" I nearly died, she's telling me to fuck a virgin with her blessing. Ross whispered there you are the boss agrees with me. So I done just that or more like Ross did, she fucked me stupid, not a murmur when I took her cherry and I know I did because I found some blood under my foreskin next day. Of course I felt it go as well but she was so tight I thought I'd tore my foreskin. She had the lot I just didn't give a shit if she got pregnant. We left it in all night nearly and I know she helped herself a number of times because I had at least two wet dreams. Next day I was  a bit aprehensive about what my aunts reaction might be. Surprisingly she just said "what a night I slept like a log" Phew!

 More later eh!

 

OK, he began. My daughter is 16 and just legal, her friend Jem is nearly 17. For ages I’ve always thought of Jem as being advanced in her ways about boys and the like. She’s always dressed sexily with micro skirts and tight blouses, she’s tall for her age at nearly 5’8” and slim. Her hair is long brown and always immaculate. She strikes me as a bit of an airhead but reliable and solid at the same time. She and Lisa, my daughter, have been good friends for years and I often wonder and worry what they get up to.

 

Once when all the girls were at mine they admitted that they were still virgins but Jem wasn’t. She was there when they told me and didn’t seem at all embarrassed that I knew. Often boys would stay over and they would all crash together in various parts of the house but they explained that they were just friends and I believe that they were only that, unlike when I was 16, I would have been trying to fuck one of them all night, not this lot they just talk and then sleep. Quite boring actually.

 

Jem’s skirts left little to the imagination and one night when they returned after a party and were walking upstairs I called up after them just to ask how the party was. Jem stood above me with her arse clearly visible under her short skirt as she turned to answer. I tried to avert my eyes but she just turned round to face me and stood with her legs slightly apart so that I could see her tiny thong  and told me that they’d had a great time before turning round and carrying on up the stairs with arse on full view.

 

Then she would sit at the computer with Lisa and her skirt would be above her pussy and she wouldn’t have any underwear on and when I’d come to speak to them she’d make no effort t cover up giving me an eyeful of fresh pussy.

 

Quite often I would pick up Lisa and the girls and Jem would make a point of sliding across the back seat, legs apart, flashing pussy in thong or just bare pussy for me to see. She knew I looked, all men do!

 

As they neared the end of the school year and their final exams rolled by Jem stayed at mine quite a bit. It was easier for her to travel to school from mine for half a day than from her house miles away. It became the norm for her to be around and I didn’t notice whether or not she was there.

 

One day I got up about 3 in the afternoon having been on watch all night and went into the kitchen diner in my dressing gown to make a dink. As I stood there at the sink Jem came in and sat on the sofa at the far end of the long, narrow room. She sat there in white school blouse and regulation grey skirt with her right foot hooked up over her left knee and she was rubbing her toes. I looked and got an eyeful of white cotton covered pussy. I began to imagine what lay under the thin cloth and what it would taste like when she brought me back to reality with her words “Teri stood on my foot with her new heeled shoes and I’m sure I’ve got a broken toe, what do you think?” I looked at her and tried not to look at her pussy but at the foot she massaged. “Is it swollen?” I asked “A little I think.” She replied “What do you think” I was still staring at her pussy and felt my cock twitch beneath my gown “Concentrate” I thought to myself. “Can you have a look at it for me?” she asked “I’m having a good look” I thought and then trying to shake that thought walked over to her. She stuck her leg out in front of her and planted the sole of her foot directly in my lap, on my semi hard cock which twitched with the pressure and which I desperately tried to make flaccid. She looked up at me with a slight smile and said “Is it swollen?” I nearly asked “What, your foot or my cock” but held back.  She quickly added “It feels swollen to me” looking directly into my eye with a wry smile.

 

 I just stood still as she began to move her foot around slowly, pressing the sole into my cock as if trying to describe it to herself by touch. I began to harden more as she did so. To break the spell I blurted out “Let’s have a look at your foot then” and reached down and took hold of her ankle. I then pretended to examine it. She sat back on the sofa and moved her free leg to reveal even more pussy under stretched fabric. I could now clearly see the groove of her lips. My cock twitched and without the constraint of her foot began to tent my gown. “I can see some bruising but I can’t see any swelling” I said trying to sound medically qualified. “I can” she replied and when I looked into her face she nodded towards my cock.

 

This was when the impulses took over. You know how sometimes as you speak to someone you have this incredible urge to just lean forward and kiss them or reach out and touch them, well they are the impulses.

 

Before I could stop myself I said “Maybe you better check it out to see if it’s bruised as well” and letting go of her leg I stepped towards her. She hesitated and looked at the front of my gown and then taking a breath she reached forward and pulled the flaps apart revealing my cock which sprang forward to meet her. She stared at it for a few seconds and I saw the tip of her tongue absent mindedly lick her lips. I didn’t move. “Nice” she said. “I knew it would be” she just looked at my cock which twitched to be touched. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Oh just something Lisa said” she replied still staring. “What did she say?” I asked “She said she often saw you naked as she was growing up and thought you had a big cock but she wasn’t sure having never seen another one” I looked at her and tried to tense myself to encourage her to reach out and take hold of it.

 

Again the impulses took over. “Try feeling for a tender spot” I said. She slowly reached out and took hold of it wrapping her cool fingers around the heat of my hardness. I didn’t move and slowly she adjusted her grip to fully grip it. Then she began to move it around and leaned forward to look at it closely. I froze, not wanting to put her off in any way. I stood there for a few minutes as she became comfortable handling it and looking at it.

 

“What do you think?”  I asked “It’s nice, much better than Tony’s” she said quite openly “In what way” I asked as if this was a perfectly natural conversation to be having with my daughter’s best friend. “Tony’s is about the same size but seems to be hyperactive and not relaxed like yours. I couldn’t just play with his without him trying to get me to do stuff.” Feeling confident I said “You can play with it for as long as you like, it’s up to you what you do” she looked up and smiled and said “Will you sit down and let me get used to it?” I sat down next to her.

 

My gown fully open and my cock sticking up like a tent pole. She turned to face me and took hold of it then gradually she began to run her fingers up and down the length, I pulsed in response, “You like that” she commented “Oh yes” I replied. “What else do you like?” she asked “All sorts” was all I could say. She seemed to be settling in to stroking me and I leaned back. “Shut your eyes and let me enjoy myself” she said I complied and leaning back in the sofa I put my hands behind my head and shut my eyes.

 

She continued to stroke me and I knew not to move. She tried fast strokes and slow strokes and I concentrated on not letting my cum build up. Some precum oozed out and she rubbed it into the tip. Then I felt her move position and a tongue flicked my tip. I nearly jumped and let out a groan. I tensed waiting for the next attack and suddenly felt the red hot wet warmth of her mouth close over my cock. I struggled not to move and she began to lick and suck and savour my cock. This continued for a few minutes and the she set up a rhythm with her mouth. I couldn’t hold back the waves anymore and said “You’ll make me cum if you carry on” she just mumbled “MMMMM” and continued so I let the waves build and as I went over the top I moaned, she lifted her mouth off my cock and continuing the same pace with her hands finished me off. I shot gallons and it went on my stomach, on her hand and on my legs. I looked at her as she smiled and examined he handy work. “Nice?” she asked “Fucking right” I replied.

 

I sat still and she said “Can I do that again?” “You can do it whenever you like” I said. She smiled and got up and skipped out of the room, no sign of any limp. I heard her run up the stairs as I sat there covered in cum, my mind spinning. What had I just done, would she tell and all the other worries flooded over me.