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The Minister

By: la singe



"I suppose you're wondering why I called the two of you in here today," Reverend Stephanie Lewis said as she closed the door to her office.

"Well, to be honest with you, Reverend," Lucy said, looking over her shoulder to keep eye contact with the other woman as she moved back towards her desk, "we were kind of curious. The wedding's only a couple of weeks away, and we're really busy getting everything prepared. But, we figured since you are the one that's going to be marrying us, we could definitely make time for you!"

"Also, Reverend," Eric, the groom-to-be, added, "I just wanted to say that we both really enjoyed the marriage classes you lead a few months ago. We both feel that those classes have really helped prepare us for married life."

"I'm really glad to hear you say that, Eric," Stephanie said as she sat down on her desk, crossing her legs so as to show only the slightest hint of her exposed thigh. "Some people seemed to think that my classes were a bit too unusual for this community."

"Oh, we didn't think that at all, Reverend," Lucy added, "they were just great! I really appreciated learning about the different cultural attitudes towards marriage, and how it's changed over time. It was fascinating!"

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Lucy," Stephanie said. "As a matter of fact, those classes are connected to why I called the two of you here this evening. There are certain topics that I feel need to be discussed in any serious discussion of marriage, but which some of our more conservative members would frown upon." As she said this, Stephanie found herself absent-mindedly fingering the simple gold cross that she wore around her neck.

"What exactly do you mean, Reverend?" Lucy asked, her throat going suddenly dry with nervousness.

"Frankly," Stephanie said, "I mean the sexual side of things. I'm assuming that, like good Christians, you have been abstaining from sexual activity with each other prior to the wedding?" Eric and Lucy both fervently nodded their heads as she asked. "That's good to hear," she said as she walked back over to the far end of the office, where a small couch sat. Eric and Lucy were amazed to watch Stephanie as she revealed the couch to be a sofabed, and pulled a matress and frame out of the couch. She looked at them coyly as she patted the matress.

"I'm not sure I understand," Lucy said innocently. "Reverend, what's this all about?"

"Well," the minister said with a smile that suddenly turned devilish, "I would hate for the two of you to start your sexual lives together without either of you having any knowledge of sex. So what I was thinking, was that Lucy, you could take some notes, while I show you some of my sexual expertise."

"I-I'm not sure that would be such a good idea, Reverend. I mean, doesn't the bible speak out against pre-marital sex?"

"Well, technically it would only be pre-marital sex if you're planning on getting married at some point. Plus, this is something we'll be doing together, for the benefit of your marriage. There's nothing immoral here."

Reluctantly, the two young adults walked over to the bed, with Lucy sitting down on the edge opposite of Stephanie. "Now Lucy, there's no real reason for you to be nervous," Stephanie said. "After all, you're mostly going to just be watching for this session. You can take notes, as well, if you'd like." Turning to Eric, Stephanie added, "please take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. As the two of you get more experienced with each other, you'll probably want to undress each other, but for now, we'll try to just be expedient."

Eric laid down on the bed, his arms stiffly laying down at his sides. "Now, the first and most important thing when being sexually active," Stephanie said, gently stroking the side of his face, "is to be relaxed. you have to feel at ease with yourselves, and each other, or else you'll never be able to enjoy yourself. So Eric, I need you to start to relax." As she made the request, Stephanie also started to nibble at the edge of his ear. "Are you feeling any more relaxed?" she whispered into his ear as she did.

Eric nodded, and Stephanie took that as permission to explore more of his body, slowly starting to rub her hands all over his body as she did. "There's a bit of a stereotype about men, especially younger ones, that they are always ready to go for sex. Nothing, my dear, could be further from the truth. They need warming up just as much as women do, so make sure that you're always attentive to his needs," Stephanie explained to Lucy. As she did, she continued to kiss her fiance's neck, moving her lips down towards his chest and nipples as she did. She paused there slowly, licking and sucking at his nipples for a moment before her hands moved further down.

Lucy watched with rapt attention as Stephanie took her fiance's rapidly-stiffening cock and started to move her fingers up and down the shaft with the grace of a pianist. Lucy could hear Eric's breathing starting to get slightly heavier as Stephanie continued doing this. What was completely unexpected for her, however, was the effect that it was having within her - Lucy felt the emotion of desire starting to stir within her belly as she watched her man be manually pleasured by the red-head. After a few moments of this, Lucy's mouth started to follow her hands towards Eric's crotch.

"While you're doing this, you have to remember that you're building towards something," she explained. "You never want to get stuck at any one point. As you get more experienced, you'll learn to anticipate exactly what your lover wants. There are some things that never fail, however." With that, Stephanie took Eric's cock into her mouth, forcing as much of him into her as she could. He gasped with pleasure as he did, and started to run his hands through the girl's hair. 

For the next few moments, Stephanie moved like a woman possessed. Her head bobbed up and down continuously, her saliva covering all of the man's dick. She gracefully moved her mouth up one side of the cock, and down the other, sucking on his balls one moment and using her hands on him the next. Eric looked like he was going to explode, and part of Lucy worried that that would mean the exhibition was over. She wasn't ready for that yet, and although she didn't want to admit it to herself, the womanly juices running down her inner thighs gave her true opinion away. Just before the final moment, however, Stephanie pulled back, lifting her head back up and staring at Lucy, her lips sparkling with saliva. "Of course," she explained, "we can't enjoy the preliminaries so much that we miss the main event. Now, many people will tell you that the missionary position is the only one that's morally acceptable, but that's a load of crap, to be frank, my dear. There are a wide variety of positions to choose from, and I'm just going to show you one of them right now. It's my personal favourite."

Lucy watched as the woman climbed on top of her fiance, one hand still around his cock. She skillfully maneuvered herself down on it, taking it fully into her cunt. "Now, the main benefit of this is the feeling of power that it gives you," she said, moving herself up and sliding back down on his cock again. "You're in fully control of your own destiny. Takes the pressure off of your husband as well, which a lot of men secretly enjoy."

With that Stephanie stopped talking, content to thrust herself up and down some more on Eric's cock. Slight whimpers of pleasure came from the man - it was clear that while he was enjoying himself, he was still somewhat nervous about the whole scenario. As he focused on the hypnotic nature of Stephanie's bouncing breasts, however, he relaxed more, and started thrusting himself upward to meet with her pelvis. Stephanie also started to silently show Lucy another benefit of this position, as one of her hands reached down and started manipulating her clit as she thrust. Lucy started to mirror this, reaching under her skirt and rubbing herself as well. Instantly, she was in heaven. She had never felt anything like this before, and after a minute of fingering her clit, felt herself wanting nothing more from life than a constant state of orgasm.

The scene continued like this for another few minutes until Eric could finally take no more, and started to cum, his seed spurting into Stephanie's cunt. As he came she rolled off of him, turning to focus on Lucy. "Hope you don't mind, Eric, but us ladies aren't exactly done yet," the woman explained. "We'll just be another few minutes, though."

The two women looked like mirror images of each other, each of them thrusting their hands into their crotches, fingers inserting and clits being rubbed. Then, finally, at the same moment, they both thrust their heads backwards, orgasm overtaking them. They collapsed beside each other on the bed, breathless.

"Wow, Stephanie," Lucy said, "that was quite the informative class. I can't wait for the next session!"

The Minister



My husband, Steve, and I met in college in another state. After graduation, we moved to the small rural community where he grew up. He was popular in High School, and was dating Anne, who is now the minister of our church. When Anne's husband was killed in a car wreck, Steve was there to comfort her. Old feelings and her loss, and well, one thing led to another. Steve came to me after about a week, and confessed that they were sleeping together. He suggested that we could move, or break up, but he didn't think he could control his attraction. Not living right down the street. 

I went to Anne's house, expecting to confront her, but when she answered the door in tears, I asked her what was wrong. She said that she had been seeing a man, and he told her that he loved his wife, and would probably be moving away. I told her that Steve had told me about them. She was crying uncontrollably as she told me that she had loved Steve since 9th grade, and how she felt so terrible that she had caused us so much pain. I found myself comforting her. We were both shocked when I suggested that we share Steve. When Anne and I explained our solution to the situation, Steve thought we had both lost our minds. I said that I would lose my nerve if we didn't just do it. They both just sat there watching as I undressed. Nude, scared, excited and confused, I then undressed Anne. 

She hesitated for a moment, then cooperated. We both undressed Steve. Then I led them to our bedroom. I started kissing Steve, and pulled Anne close. She kissed Steve, but then, with tears running down her cheeks, she kissed me. I had never kissed a girl before, and later learned that it was a first for Anne too. 

A few moments later, Anne and I were sharing Steve's rock hard cock. Licking and sucking on his 8 inch pole, tasting his pre-cum mixed with our saliva. I pushed Anne down onto her back and directed Steve to get on top and enter her. While he slid into her, I started licking his balls hanging down between his thick, muscular thighs. Then, as Anne lifted her knees up, I started licking her ass. Anne was announcing that she was going to come in just minutes. I moved around to the head of the bed, wanting Steve to eat my pussy while he kept fucking her, but it worked out just a bit different than the plan. 

Steve pulled me down on top of Anne's face. Anne started licking and sucking on my labia and clit. Steve was kissing me and sucking on my tits. Anne was cuming beneath us. I pushed Steve to the side, and demanded that he "Fuck you wife... " Anne pulled me down on top of her, in a 69, we were kissing and caressing each other's pussies, as Steve slid his thick cock into my dripping wet vagina. Anne sucked my clit into her mouth as Steve pounded me from behind. I slid 2 fingers into her and kept licking and sucking as Steve fucked me hard. I came really fast. Steve kept slamming his big, beautiful cock into me, again and again. Then he started to cum. Anne pulled his cock out of me, and shoved it into her mouth. Steve must have cum a lot, because she was choking and gurgling cum. As Steve fell over to one side, I spun around and slid my tongue into Anne's mouth. We swapped the cum back and forth between our mouths, until we finally swallowed it all. Then we started licking each other's faces clean from the drops of cum on her nose, and my chin.

After we were all satisfied, we talked about it. Anne and I wanted more. Steve was worried about our marriage and Anne's position in the church. I suggested that Anne is just too depressed, and frightened to live alone in that house, so as her good friends, we would take her in, care for her, and nobody would ever know we also fuck together. 

She moved in a week later. We have lived together now for 6 months. Sometimes Anne sleeps with Steve, and I sleep in the other bedroom. Sometimes I sleep with my husband, and Anne stays in her room. Sometimes Anne and I spend the whole afternoon in a pure lesbian lust-fest. But mostly, we sleep 3 in a bed. 

I enjoy going to church together. The rest of our community think Steve and I are just so wonderful to give our good friend such support. They will never know that I would be very unhappy if she were ever to move out. I would miss the taste of her sweet pussy juice mixed with my husband's cum.



The Minister



This is an attempt to make fun of the South African politics and should not be taken seriously. This never happened and no politician was hurt in the telling of this tall tale.

*

She floated down the steps like a queen. Her long black evening dress revealed more than it concealed. Her full breasts challenged the strength of the fabric and the splits in the side of the dress came right up to her hips. The front piece flowed between her legs, giving the audience with every step a glimpse of her naked thighs. For a nano-second I thought I saw her clit and a miniscule piece of her beautiful slit. I didn't see any pubic hair but with each step her long blond hair was in perfect sync with her large tits. I could feel my cock stiffening in my hired tux. The Minister smiled and offered his fat hand to the "lady."

"Come, my dear," invited the minister. "Sit next to me, facing our guests." The guests he was talking about were three political heavy weights of the ruling party and their "secretaries." A black diamond, that is African Speak for a rich black young man, Thabo, was the nephew of the minister with his fuck for the evening called, Pleasure. Her mini was bunched up above her thighs. I could see her white panty. The boots and imitation leopard skin dress made her look cheap. The gold chain around her neck, hanging between her boobs, on the other hand screamed: "I fuck for more than a few bucks." All were seated on imported Louis XIV furniture in the private lounge of the minister's official residence. And their drink of choice is Johnny Walker Black. 

The queen sat down. The grinning minister sat on her left. The politicians licked their lips in eagerness. Their fucks looked in anticipation at the blond who sat arrow straight on the edge of the chair. The minister caressed her white thighs and pushed them apart. The black material of her dress fell between her legs, covering her pussy that everyone was looking forward to get a glimpse. A groan of disappointment escaped from the guests and they slumped as one back into their chairs. They have to wait a moment longer before they could see the blonde's cunt. South African politics will always be a dangerous game to play. The minority whites have to suck up to their black masters or be accused of racism. The internal politics of the ruling party divided the faithful into those who support the president and his cronies and those who want have the power and money for themselves. Strangely enough, my minister, I am his bodyguard/butler, was one of the honest ones who wanted to make a difference. That is why I stayed with him and even went beyond the call of duty, like securing the services of the blond.

She didn't come cheap. She would never surrender or show her pussy without a struggle. I saw her ad in the smalls and called her:

"Ms, how much do you charge for an evening for nine?" 

"Must I fuck them all?"

"I suppose."

"My pussy will be fucked out."

"There will be other cunts."

"Ten thousand."

"Fuck."

"Isn't that what you want to do, lover boy?"

"I'm just the go-between."

"When and where?"

"I'll pick you up at eight. Come prepared."

She sat there in here expensive dress, her legs open with a piece of cloth hiding her ten thousand bucks pussy. The guests slowly moved forward. The black diamond's fuck opened her own legs, her hand slowly creeping towards her panty. The minister daintily picked up the blond's dress and threw it over her head. 

Then the minister did what they were all waiting for, he removed the black curtain hiding the white queen's pussy. Everyone smiled. I peaked to see her pink pussy glistening from her arousal. I supposed that she enjoyed the power she had over her audience. The minister inserted a fat finger into her cunt, twirled it a bit before he removed his wet finger and licked her cunt juice off. 

My cock pressed against my hired tuxedo, threatening to burst the zipper open. I tried to hide my dick but nothing escapes the eyes of the minister. He turned to me with a lustful smile. I thought I was in deep shit.

"Take it out, my dear boy." 

One cannot deny the minister any request or command. As his personal bodyguard I have to obey his every wish, as long as it doesn't endanger his life. I tried to reason with myself that I wouldn't die exposing these politicians to a white cock. They've seen a white pussy. What the fuck! I struggle with the zipper to free my hard on from my tux. The going myth was that black men's dick are bigger than white men's. I never compared mine but when I eventually freed it from the constraints for all to see, I heard a few gasps and laughs from the "ladies." The men looked at my cock but said nothing.

"It is much smaller than yours," laughed Pleasure in Thabo's ear. "Who can he pleasure such a small thing?" I stayed professional, with my dick sticking out.

"Suck him off, my dear," command the minister Blondie, with his finger back in her pussy. I wondered what he was looking for. Pleasure's panty, in the meantime, was around her ankles. She played with her clit. She must have read it in Cosmo or somewhere that it was okay for black women to fuck themselves. Her eyes were closed. The other secretaries had the cocks of their bosses out and sucked on the monsters. Blondie, now without her dress, grabbed my dick and enveloped the head with her red lips. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked me. Suddenly, I didn't feel that small anymore. Little "Peter" has grown with Blondie's help. She looked up to me as she swallowed my dick, with her eyes questioning me. I shrugged and mouthed the words: "Play along." 

This wasn't the first time that I hired a whore for one of the minister's power games. He is one of the most hardworking cabinet ministers and once in awhile, he uses these parties to strengthen his position in the ruling party. That was the first time he had such a powerful audience. His popularity took a nosedive after he outshone all the others in the eyes of the President. He had to regain their trust. That is where Blondie and I came in. 

I pumped my hips and fucked Blondie's mouth. The little shit of a Thabo must have the ear of someone big to attend such an orgy. I sneaked a peak at what he was doing without him seeing me. Fuck. He had his monster in his hand while staring at the white cunt in front of him. His hand is a blur as he pumps his dick and swung it dangerously around. Blondie saw it and her mouth gaped open. I fucked air. The minister removed his fat finger, licked it clean and pushed Blondie to the Black Diamond. The moment of truth arrived. The minister then winked at me and nodded his head towards Pleasure. 

I removed all my clothes and put my 9mm back over my naked muscled shoulders. Blondie meanwhile had her mouth stuck to Thabo's prick. I dropped to my knees between Pleasure's legs and started licking her dark pussy. Her eyes flew wide open as my tongue opened her cunt folds. She locked her legs around my head. Her eyes full of hate.

"Let the white boy give you pleasure, my dear," said the minister behind me. As I said, no one ignores the word of the minister, even if you're the Black Diamond's fuck. She slowly relaxed her clamp on my head and I could breathe again. I stared at her black cunt with the pink inside inviting my further inspection. The minister once told me that black men don't like to eat the pussies of their fucks. That is why he had me handy to fuck them with my tongue. 

It didn't take me hours to have Pleasure squirming with pleasure. I made sure that I attended to every fold, nook and cranny of her beautiful pussy. (All pussies are beautiful.) I gave the most attention to her long clit took her orgasm to the next level. She screamed like one possessed and that triggered orgasms from the others. I heard Thabo firing his weapon while the others just grunted in pleasure. 

Everyone left. Blondie went with Thabo and Pleasure for another session. The politicians and their fucks left in different vehicles. Before Blondie left she whispered in my ear: "Thanks for the business. These two are willing to pay me another three." The minister gave her the dress. "Come visit me sometime. I owe you a big one." 

I started to clean up all the bottles and empty glasses. I removed all the cum stains from the carpets and shoved all the furniture back in place. After I completed my chores I went to the minster's room and knocked softly on the door. No response. I opened the door and saw him standing naked against the wall. His eyes were closed. His big belly hanged over his old, small tools. I then pitied him, turned around, closed the door softly, knocked again, harder this time. He invited me in.

"You got them where you want them, Minister," I said as I closed the door. 

"Where's that?" The minister had his dressing gown on. 

"You once said to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. From where I stand, you got them by the fucking balls."

"True." He dropped to the bed, looking tired. A contended smiled creased his lips. 

"You will lock up?"

"Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir."

"Goodnight, Willem."

I closed the door and walked back to the party room. While I removed all the videos from the hidden cameras, I thought for a man with such a small dick, the minister surely fuck them all good.



The Minister's Seduction Ch. 01



Tom had been the minister at this church for about four years. Today he sat at his desk in his study daydreaming, or rather fantasizing. He had his pants unzipped with hard cock out and his hand slowly stroking it. Sitting with his chair pulled up and his legs under his desk, no one could see what he was doing. This wasn't unusual for Tom; he had a very high sex drive and an active imagination and wound up masturbating in his study at least once a day, sometimes up to three times a day. Pictures of ladies popped into his head, like some of the members who had such nice tits and asses that wiggled so fine when they walked, his sister, models in the Penthouse magazine he had in his locked desk drawer. (He bought a new one each month.) 

Tom especially fantasized about the church secretary, Julia. Damn! What a hot body. He tried to find reasons to stand behind her chair as often as he could so he could look down her blouse. And lately, she had worn blouses that seemed to hang open enough that looking down, he could see that she wasn't wearing a full bra; perhaps a half or quarter bra. If only he could see her nipples . . .

It wasn't as though Tom was fucking any of the women he fantasized about. In fact, he hadn't had sex with any of them. He was afraid to make a move for fear he would be rejected, and perhaps even have the woman tell others that he had tried. He would lose his job as minister and this was the only kind of job he had any training for. He was something of a paradox, being very aware of a lot about sex learned from surfing porn on the internet, full of fantasies, but afraid to try to turn his fantasies into reality. 

Tom was making preparations for another line of work, slowly working on a master's degree in counseling at a university about twenty miles away. He was 37 years old and had been married for nineteen years and had no children. 

That thought of school reminded him of his partner, Cathy, in the practicum class in which he was currently enrolled. Class members had been asked to choose partners to practice counseling techniques with. They were supposed to meet sometime other than class time and tape their practice sessions which would then be played and critiqued in class. Cathy was in her early twenties, about 5'4" and had short brown hair. Her breasts were small, likely about a B cup, and her ass . . . WOW, her ass! She had a wonderful smile and Tom had been surprised when she asked him to be her partner. She had immediately become an object of fantasy and the cause of many loads of white cream being ejaculated in his study. 

He thinking was interrupted by the phone buzzer. Pushing the button on the telephone, he said, "Yes?" 

"You have a visitor." Julia's voice came over the speaker. 

"Who?" Tom asked. 

"She said her name is Cathy and that she is in your class in school." 

"Cathy?" Tom thought, quickly stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping up. It was difficult as he was so horny and hard. 

"Give me about two minutes and send her in, please." Tom told Julia. 

He tried to think of something else, anything but sex, hopping his cock would quickly become smaller and limp. But all he seemed to think about was Cathy and the fantasies he had had about her, fucking her, eating her pussy, being blown by her. It didn't help matters that he had taken off his briefs in the private restroom adjoining his study so he could enjoy the free feeling and feel the accompanying eroticism. Now his cock pushed out on his pants making it unmistakable to any observer that he had a hard-on. Oh well, Tom thought, no time to put them back on now. 

There was a knock on the door and Tom said, "Come in." 

Cathy walked in wearing a skintight bicycle jersey, form hugging shorts and carrying her helmet. "Sorry to just drop in like this, but I thought we might practice our counseling. I knew you would have your tape recorder and hoped you might have an extra tape for me to use." She smiled at him. 

Tom couldn't take his eyes off her. Was that her nipples making those small bumps in her jersey? He didn't realize that he hadn't said anything until Cathy laughed and spoke again. 

"I guess you're wondering. I rode my bicycle over; it's only twenty miles. I was hoping you could take me and my bicycle back in your pickup after finish." 

"Sure," Tom gulped then regained his composure. "Hello, Cathy. This is a nice surprise." 

"Yeah?" Cathy responded. "You don't mind?"

"No, not at all." Tom responded quickly, thinking that it was Tuesday afternoon and his secretary always left early on Tuesdays. What a fantasy he could have about this later. 

"Do you mind if I freshen up a bit before we start?" Cathy asked. She remembered a joking comment Tom had made in class about knowing he had made it to the big time when he was called to a church with a bathroom accessible only from the minister's study. She also remembered him saying something about his secretary leaving early on Tuesdays. 

"No. Go ahead," Tom motioned toward the bathroom door. 

It wasn't until the door was closed that Tom remembered his briefs on the bathroom floor. "Oh Shit!" Tom thought to himself. 

"You have a shower in here!" Cathy's voice came from the other side of the door. "Do you mind? I'm a bit sweaty." 

"No, go ahead," Tom replied, wondering what Cathy was going to do for clothing. Perhaps shower and put her outfit back on. "I think you'll find a towel in there." 

Tom heard the shower running and tried to imagine what Cathy looked like nude. How big were her nipples? Was she shaved, trimmed or did she just let her pussy hair grow? How big was her clit, and how sensitive? 

Soon, the noise of the shower stopped and Tom thought about Cathy rubbing her sexy body with a towel - - what a nice thing it would be to be a towel at this moment, drying her breasts and rubbing against her pussy. 

The door opened and Tom's mouth literally dropped open a bit. Cathy was wearing his shirt, the extra white shirt he kept hanging on the door in the bathroom. It came down far enough that he couldn't see if she was wearing anything else. The question was answered as she tossed him his briefs smiling. 

"So we have something in common; I don't like to wear panties either." 

Tom turned red but his eyes immediately focused below Cathy's waist but he couldn't see what he was hoping for because of the shirt tail. 

"Where do you keep your recorder, Tom?" 

Without thinking, Tom rose from his chair and moved toward a shelf on which his recorder rested. He suddenly realized that his very hard cock was pushing against his pants, making a sideways tent. 

Cathy giggled, walked over to him, grasping his cock through his pants. "Nice . . and hard too." Cathy began rubbing her hand up and down his dick. "I didn't really come here to practice, Tom. One of my fantasies is to fuck a minister and I've seen you in class with that 'I want to fuck you' expression." She laughed. "The one you have right now." 

Tom sucked his breath in as everything suddenly became surreal. Was this really happening or was he just fantasizing again. It was real; he was sure as his pants dropped down to his ankles. And the promise of further sexual arousal and pleasure pulled him all the way in. 

"Is that your robe? The one you conduct service in?" Cathy motioned to a robe hanging on a hook. 

"Yes." Tom managed to say. 

"Put it on for me." Cathy asked, stepping back. 

Tom walked over and began to put his robe on. 

"No, not over your clothing." Cathy directed him. "I want you naked under your robe." 

Tom shed his clothing and put his robe on, buttoning it down the front. 

"And the stole?" Cathy motioned again. "The white one with the crosses on it." 

While Tom was getting ready, Cathy took off her shirt. Tom gasped as he looked at her lovely naked body. Small tits, but Oh God, so fucking suckible. He was glad when he saw her trimmed pussy hair; he wanted to eat her and had always liked pussy hair when he ate his wife. Tom placed the stole around his neck, letting it fall down the front of his robe. He knew he might feel guilty later, but at this moment, he was so excited he would do anything this sexy woman asked of him.

Cathy sat down in a chair and motioned for him to come over. Standing beside her, he felt her hand reaching in between the buttons of his robe and pulling out his hard shaft. He looked down and could see pre-cum oozing out of his pee hole. Cathy saw him looking, wiped the pre-cum off with her fingers and held her fingers up toward Tom's mouth. He licked the precum off her fingers, shuddering, wishing the liquid were from her pussy instead.

Tom took in a deep breath as Cathy began to stroke his cock, looking from it to his face and back again. She lowered her head and began sucking his cock into her mouth, moving her head up and down, stroking his cock with one hand. She licked down his shaft to his balls and back up. Taking his dick in her mouth again, she moved her head down further, taking his entire length in her mouth and down her throat. There was no gagging and he knew that she had done this more than once before. 

He could feel a finger of one of her hands sliding in his ass crack, searching, stopping when it found his asshole. Then she stopped, raised her head and put fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her saliva. Her finger moved back to his asshole again as she continued sucking. He felt one finger invading his opening, pushing through the defenses of his sphincter muscles. The finger buried itself and began to move in and out. It was joined by a second and third finger.

Cathy seemed to sense that Tom was on the verge of cuming and stopped. 

"Can't have you cuming yet; we've got a long way to go." 

Tom wanted her mouth on his cock again, wanted to cum in her mouth and blurted out, "No, please. I can cum two or three times when I jack off and I stay hard and excited the whole time." 

"In that case," Cathy lowered her head again and began sucking and licking. 

Tom could feel her lips rubbing softly up and down his cock, her tongue swirling the head. He felt her licking down his shaft, paying special attention to the very sensitive place just under the head of his cock. And then the damn burst. She had only the head of his cock in her mouth when he shot his first spurt of cum inside. She kept her mouth over his cock as his asshole tightened around her finger and he spurted again and a third time. He had no idea whether she was swallowing his cum as his head was tipped back and guttural sounds were coming from his throat. His hands held the back of Cathy's head as he came. 

The spurts began to subside leaving Tom feeling male aftershocks. He heard himself saying. "Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!." Cathy raised her face, grinning at Tom. 

"This may sound odd," Cathy giggled, "but I feel sort of like I just sucked off God." 

Tom stood gasping, trying to keep from collapsing on the floor, his legs and knees weak from his climax. But he chuckled at her comment. His dick was still hard. He sat in a chair facing Cathy, his hand grasping his cock, watching the nude woman in front of him, her legs spread, one hand rubbing over her pussy, a finger occasionally dipping inside, the other hand rubbing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. They talked for what seemed a short time, sharing personal tidbits about themselves, playing with themselves, staying so aroused that they lost track of time. When Tom looked at the window, he saw that it was dark outside. 

"Damn." Tom thought. It was later imagined. 

"Your secretary has left, hasn't she?" Cathy asked as she sat up, grinning. 

"I think so." Tom replied, pushing the button for the intercom and getting no response. "Yes, she's gone." 

"So we're the only ones in the church building?" There was both fun and mischief in her voice and eyes. 

Tom nodded. 

"Then I want to play a game." Cathy headed for the study door, naked. Tom watched her go with some disappointment. He had wanted to suck on her tits and put his tongue in her pussy. Stopping with the door open, she looked back at him. "The sanctuary is through that door, isn't it?" As Tom nodded, she said, "Give me two minutes and then come find me. Keep your robe and stole on and keep your dick sticking out of the front of your robe. I'm sure my game will be worth your while." 

Tom watched her close the door, his disappointment having evaporated. The next two minutes were filled with fantasies of what she might be up to, what he might find. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched the clock on the wall. The thought crossed his mind that he would never again feel the way he had before this evening when he wore his robe and stole, but God, this was exciting, almost worth getting fired for, if it should happen. It was the most exciting sex he had ever had - - and it wasn't over. 

Finally it was time and Tom left his study and walked into the sanctuary; his stiff dick sticking out of the front of his robe as he had been directed. He was struck as always by the large stained glass windows, the high vaulted ceilings, the large pipe organ and the intricate craftsmanship on the woodwork in the front of the sanctuary. Then he saw her and it almost blew his mind. 

Cathy was lying on her back on the altar, her knees up and apart, exposing her sex opening. She had put the altar cross on her chest, the cross beam lying on her breasts and nipples. She had also removed the two large altar candles from their holders and put the holders on the floor. She looked into Tom's eyes as she put the base of one of the candles on her cunt and pushed. Tom was breathing hard as he watched the candle stretch her opening. It likely would have hurt if she hadn't been so wet and excited. 

Tom watched in awe as it stretched her pussy. She fucked herself with the candle, arching her back and moaning, watching him, obviously very turned on by what she was doing and the look in his eyes. She motioned Tom to approach and removed the candle from her cunt. "Put it back in its holder." Cathy said. "I'll bet that you think about my pussy every time the candles on the altar are lit." She giggled.

Holding his gaze, Cathy slowly pushed the second candle inside herself and began fucking herself with it, coating it with her sex juices. Now she was breathing hard, writhing on the table. Pulling the second candle from her pussy, dropped it on the floor spoke, her voice so very erotic. 

"Eat my pussy. Eat me on the altar." 

Tom knelt at the end of the altar and Cathy scooted down to where her legs were over his shoulders and her pussy open for his mouth. She shuddered, moaning when he kissed her pussy, licking it gently, tasting her for the first time. She was wet and he licked her sweet honey into his mouth, savoring her nectar. He could feel her ass moving on the table as he licked inside her pussy, then gently but firmly sucked her clit, into his mouth, holding it, softly licking the tip of her clit. Another question was answered; her clit was large, almost like a small penis, and her moans and movement let him know how sensitive it was. He rubbed his face on her pussy, coating himself wanting her love honey to mark her territory. For the moment, he was hers, body and soul. 

Tom's hands moved the cross from Cathy's chest and began to play with her breasts as he ate her. His fingers and thumbs rolled her hard nipples, his fingers massaged and squeezed her soft tits. He felt Cathy put her hands under her knees, pulling them toward her chest and knew what she wanted. Her tight asshole was exposed to him and he ran his tongue over her puckered opening, licking up and down and finally settling with his tongue on the opening itself. He heard her gasp as he pushed with his tongue, trying to slide it inside her forbidden place. He felt her sphincter muscles relax some as his tongue slid in just a bit. Putting his lips around her asshole, Tom tongue fucked her, getting more and more turned on by her moans and almost pleading: 

"Lick my asshole; put your tongue in my ass. Oh God. Fuck! Fuck!" 

He raised his head for a moment and said softly: "You are my sacrament, Cathy; your sweet pussy and asshole are the sacrament I eat tonight." 

His words pushed Cathy over the edge and she began to scream, shaking, wrapping her legs around Tom's head, squeezing, holding on as her ass raised off the altar. She bucked up and down until the spasms became shudders. 

Tom raised his head. "I want to fuck you. More than anything else in the world at this moment, I want to fuck you."

Cathy grinned at him, "Do you always want to fuck your sacrament?" 

Tom grinned back. "I think I just might if you were naked on the altar on Sundays." 

The altar was the right height and Tom's cock slid easily into heaven's opening between Cathy's legs. He slid inside her, enjoying the feel of her wet, warm pussy walls gripping his dick as she wrapped her legs around him, using them to pull herself as far onto his cock as possible. He began to pump in and out slowly as 

"I don't have a condom." Tom gasped, knowing it was too late for him to stop. 

"That's all right, I'm on birth control." Cathy gasped back as he increased his pace, slamming his cock into her pussy. His hands reached up, grasping her tits, fondling them, playing with her nipples. He wanted to cum inside her. It wasn't long before he did just that, spurting his sex juices into her cunt. This had nothing to do with love; it was pure sex, pure ecstasy, and it consumed his entire being. The only thing that existed at that moment was Cathy's pussy and his cock. 

As Tom's climax ran its course and subsided, Cathy's legs relaxed around him. He leaned forward, grasping her breasts again as he looked into her face, his cock still in her cunt, trapping his sperm inside her. As he slowly pulled his rod out of her, she could feel the mixture of pussy juice and cum leaking out of her, slowly running down her ass, and she supposed onto the altar. She met Tom's gaze as he broke the silence. 

"You said you've fantasized about fucking a minister. Did the real thing live up to your fantasies?" 

"Mmmmmm, yes." Cathy sighed, then grinned. "Hell Yes!" She paused, then continued. "I grew up in a minister's home and had to be at church every Sunday. I got so sick of it that I developed a fantasy of fucking a minister on an altar. And I even got butt fucked on an altar. It would be nice to do it in front of a congregation, but this will do for now. I think I would go to church more often if this happened on Sunday mornings." 

"That might be something to look into." Tom smiled - - he had had such fantasies before, fucking someone in front of the congregation. 

Cathy sighed softly, desire still in her voice. "Tom, we're not done yet. I need to cum again, please?" 

Tom nodded. "How do you want me to do it?" 

Cathy paused, then replied, "I've never been eaten out by a man after he came inside me." She added quickly, "But you don't have to do that if you don't want to. Just make me cum." 

Tom thought for a moment. She had let him cum in her mouth and even swallowed his cum. Would it hurt anything for him to taste his own cum? He began to be turned on by the thought. 

"Love to." He said as he knelt. As she put her legs over his shoulders again, he licked her pussy, tasting with his tongue. Perhaps it was the pussy honey mixed in, but it didn't taste bad at all. He began licking and sucking, fucking her pussy with his tongue, sucking her lips into his mouth, licking her clit until he brought her to another screaming climax. 

After she had caught her breath, Cathy sat up on the altar and kissed Tom on the mouth, licking the cum and love honey from his lips. 

"Can I get a ride back to the university?" Cathy asked. 




The Minister's Seduction Ch. 01



Tom laughed as he replied, "I would love to ride you home or anywhere else." 

Unnoticed by both Tom and Cathy, Tom's wife sat in the darkened balcony watching them. 

After dressing Tom and Cathy went outside. Cathy wore Tom's shirt and nothing else; she carried her other bike clothing in a bag Tom had had in his study. Tom put her bicycle in the back of his pickup. Tom the started the engine, then called his wife. Finally reaching her on her cell phone, he told her that something had come up and he would be late. She had been a minister's wife long enough to realize that he was actually on 24 hour call and that some of the pastoral work he did needed to be held in confidentiality, and he didn't have to explain further. 

The drive back was fun and stimulating as Tom put his hand between Cathy's legs and she spread them to give him access to her pussy. She unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing to let him play with her tits also while she massaged his cock with her left hand. As they parked in front of her apartment, Cathy leaned over and said, 

"One more time with the holy cock." She slid her lips down around his cock, sucking him, jacking him off with one hand. "Here, you do this," she motioned to him to masturbate himself as she sucked the head of his cock. 

As Tom took hold of his dick, he could feel her tongue on its sensitive head. As Cathy sucked and he stroked himself, he felt his legs and groin tightening and knew he was on the edge. 

"I'm cuming," Tom grunted, just moments before he shot into her mouth. There wasn't as much cum this time and he thought that his balls had really had a workout. 

When she was sure his cock was completely drained, Cathy sat up and leaned over to kiss him. "Want to do this again sometime?" Cathy grinned at him. 

"God yes," Tom replied. "When?" 

"I'll let you know and try to give you some notice next time." 

"And I will have the altar ready." Tom laughed.

Cathy cocked her head to one side, looking at him. "I may have other games we can play next time." 

Tom took the bicycle out of his truck. 

"May I keep your shirt for a bit?" Cathy asked. "My roommate may have her boyfriend at home and I don't want to walk in on them naked." She grinned wickedly at Tom. "Of course, that might be fun for all of us. Now there's something for your fantasies on the way home, you and me and my roommate." 

She smiled at Tom and then disappeared into her apartment, closing the door. As he drove home, Tom thought about what had happened. He had had the best sex of his life and nothing terrible had happened. Maybe, just maybe he should start having more fun. Maybe he should start acting to bring some his fantasies to reality. Sure, there might be consequences he didn't especially want, but the payoff could be wonderful. His thoughts drifted to the church secretary and some of the other women in his congregation.



The Minister's Seduction Ch. 02



02 : The Church Secretary

Tom was in his church study, a porn magazine open to a picture of a man holding a woman upside down. His mouth was on her pussy while she was sucking his cock. Tom had his zipper open with his hard member in his hand and was slowly moving his hand up and down to his fantasy about being the man and his secretary, Julia, being the woman. 

Julia was a very sexy woman who had been hired as church secretary just after Tom arrived as pastor. He had been the one of the persons to interview her and give approval for her hiring. She had had a live-in boyfriend when she was hired, but she had dumped him about a year into the job. 

Since Julia began work at the church, she and Tom had developed a good relationship with each other, sharing personal, sometimes intimate information and thoughts. They joked with each frequently, often with sexual innuendos. Tom had fantasized about her many times and had cum to those fantasies numerous times in his study. But he had never an overt pass at her for fear that she would turn him down and he would lose the close friendship and trust between them. He was also afraid that she might be offended and tell someone and then he would lose his job at the church. 

This fear of rejection and losing his job had been a problem with Tom for many years, and so his sex life had not broadened as he wished it would. However, his thinking had been changing since his sexual encounter about four months ago. He was in a master's program in counseling in a university about twenty miles away and one of his female classmates had come to the church on the pretext of working on an assignment with him. They had been alone in the church and had had sex in his office and fucked on the altar in the sanctuary. (Chapter 01) Since that time, she had come back twice during the semester, always late Tuesday evenings, and he had been to her apartment once. With the end of the semester, they did not see each other in classes anymore. The last he had heard, she was fucking her degree adviser. 

Tom's daydream with the porn picture was interrupted by the intercom buzz. Tom saw that it was the secretary's office and answered. "Yes, Julia." Damn, he loved holding his hard cock in his hand, stroking himself while was talking with his secretary. 

The thought was broken by Julia's voice: "The book you were waiting for was just delivered." 

"Thank you, Julia." Tom responded. 

Tom put his dick back in his pants, zipped up and headed for the door that separated the church office from the study thinking he would go get the book. He was unaware that Julia was heading toward the study at that moment to bring him the book. Tom yanked the door open and started through just as Julia reached the door and they collided. Julia being the smaller of the two lost her balance and would have fallen if Tom had not managed to grab her. As he grabbed her, he stepped backward, pulling her back on her feet and inside the office. 

As Julia caught her balance in Tom's arms, she glanced over and saw a magazine lying open on Tom's desk. She inhaled sharply as she realized that it was a sexually explicit magazine. She brushed past him, moving to the desk and looking at the picture of the man and woman in a standing 69. Picking up the magazine, she looked at its cover more closely and turned toward Tom. 

"Getting ready for the Sunday sermon?" 

Tom turned bright red and looked down at the floor for a moment, then glanced back up to see Julia leafing through the magazine. He felt embarrassed, and yet sexually exhilarated as he watched Julia pause to look at pictures of people in various sexual positions - - twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes. His dick had started to get soft and was hanging town his pants leg. As usual, he had taken his boxers off as soon as he had gotten to work in the morning as it gave him more freedom to rub his dick or take it out of his pants. He could now feel it getting hard again, pushing against his pants leg as it strained to be upright again. 

Julia looked up from the magazine. "So you jack off in here looking at magazines?" She was trying to hide her excitement at the thought of Tom, the minister, stroking his hard cock in his study while she was just on the other side of the door in the church office. 

Tom blushed a deeper red. He wanted to lie, but something pushed him to nod his head slowly. Making the admission to Julia pushed him further into his erotic feelings, causing his cock to strain more. He was breathing hard as he tried to fathom what she might be thinking. 

Julia sat in a chair, still looking through the magazine. She stopped on a picture of a man with his hardon inside a woman's pussy from behind. She felt her own pussy getting wet as she looked up at Tom standing in front of her. 

"Do you fantasize about me while you're jerking off?" Julia asked him, turning her head to one side quizzically. 

Tom froze; it was one thing to admit to his secretary that he jacked-off in his study and quite another to admit to fantasizing about her while doing so."

"Does that mean that you do?" Julia was persistent and Tom nodded his head ever so slightly. 

"Do you cum?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked at him. 

Tom nodded a third time. 

"So, let's see it. Take it out and jack off while I'm in here." Julia's gaze was steady holding his eyes, her breathing shallow and very controlled. 

Tom knew he had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed with someone he supervised in work and decided to go for broke. He slowly unzipped his pants, freed his straining member and started to stroke himself when Julia spoke again. 

"No, not like that, drop your pants." 

Tom felt somewhat dazed, almost like he was outside his body watching himself as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened the front of his pants and leg them drop around his feet. 

"Shirt too." 

Tom complied and stood nude in front of her. 

"Go ahead. Jerk off." Julia's gaze was steady. 

Tom began to slowly stroke up and down, feeling his arousal heightening. He was looking at Julia, fantasizing that she was naked and that it was her hand jacking him off. His embarrassment was being replaced by desire. His fist tightened on his cock and he began to stroke harder, faster as he stood in front of his seated secretary. 

"Slow down." Julia commanded, knowing he wouldn't last long at this rate. 

She was fascinated. She was very experienced sexually, having been sexually active since the eighth grade. However, this was her first to be fully clothed and watch a naked man masturbate for her pleasure. She felt excited and powerful as she watched Tom's hand move slowly up and down his cock. He was not circumcised and each his hand rose in slow motion, the purple head was almost hidden only to appear again when his hand slid down his shaft. 

Tom realized he was quickly building toward a climax even with his hand moving slowly up and down his cock. He too was enjoying being told to jack off, nude, for the entertainment of a fully clothed woman. This was his first time for this experience also, although he had fantasized about it many times. Watching Julia, he milked out pre-cum onto one finger and put it to his mouth, licking the goo off. 

Julia was enjoying seeing Tom's hand stroke his cock. She could see precum forming on his peehole and imagined herself on her knees in front of him licking it up and sucking his cock. She loved sucking cocks, loved the feeling of control it gave her; she knew that a man would do or say anything if she had his cock in her mouth. 

She inhaled deeply as she watched him lick his own pre-cum off of his finger. Imagining a threesome in which she watched him do the same to another man. Her excitement grew even more as she watched Tom's legs began to stiffen, his ass began to rise up and his head tilted back slightly. She knew he was about to cum. 

As Tom felt his climax upon him, he pressed his little finger into the base of his cock, keeping cum inside as the pressure built. When he moved his finger, a spurt of white sperm shot out and landed on the toe of Julia's shoe followed by a second spurt that barely missed. A third and fourth spurt and the climax began to subside with only small squirts left. Tom felt his knees weakening and had to put his hand on a cabinet to steady himself. By the time he finished cuming, both he and Julia were breathing hard. 

Julia looked at the glob of cum on her shoe. "Nice shot. Now lie down on the floor. It's my turn." 

Tom lay on the carpeted floor of his study on his back and watched as Julia raised her skirt, slid her panties down he legs and stepped out of them. He could see her trimmed bush and even her pussy lips and prominent stiff clit. He watched as she moved to straddle him and then squatted until her wet love opening touched his mouth. He kissed her pussy as his hands held her hips, pulling paradise to his mouth. He kissed her cunt a second time and pushed his tongue in as far inside as it would reach, feeling her sugar walls. She tasted wonderful. Her scent and taste filled his being, intoxicating. Drawing her sweet honey out of her and into his mouth, he swallowed and pushed his tongue back inside her for more. Putting his lips around her pussy, he sucked and then pushed his tongue inside her again. 

Julia could feel Tom's tongue sliding in and out of her, tongue-fucking her cunt; she could hear him moaning slightly with passion and heard her own moans joining his. She felt him suck one of her pussy lips into his mouth and run his tongue on each side, then move to her other lip, sucking it into his mouth. He sucked both lips into his mouth, sliding his tongue between them, then licked on each side of her pussy slowly. She felt his tongue lick up to her clit, and gasped with pleasure as he sucked on it gently. 

Pushing her pussy down harder onto his mouth, she felt him put his lips around her clit with his mouth open and began to flick his tongue up and down and side to side, sending electric shocks through her system. She felt his tongue inside her pussy again and as he licked his way out; he flattened his tongue and licked slowly from her pussy to her clit, then repeated it several times. She wanted to scream with pleasure, but was afraid that someone might come into the church building and hear her. 

She felt his hands on her ass, pushing her further up until her rosebud was over his mouth, then felt the tip of his tongue touch her and lick. She loved anything anal and a small scream of pleasure escaped her lips. She was so excited that she lost her balance and had to catch herself with her hands on the floor to keep from falling off of Tom's face. 

Julia quickly moved from her squatting position over Tom's face to her knees, again positioning her asshole over his mouth. She felt the tip of his tongue onto her back opening and push in. She tried to relax her sphincter muscles to let him inside. His tongue pushed slowly inside her, moved in and out as she moaned loudly with pleasure, no longer caring if she was heard, only wanting Tom's tongue further up her ass. 

As Tom continued to lick her asshole, Julia reached a hand between her legs and slid her fingers inside her pussy. Once lubricated, her fingers moved to her clit and began rubbing. She moved her fingers from her clit to her pussy and back again, wishing she had a cock in her pussy while her ass was being licked as she felt her climax building. She pushed her asshole down harder onto Tom's mouth and tongue as she felt the first wave hit her, rising from inside to consume her entire body. She screamed as each wave hit and subsided slightly, only to be replaced by another and another. Now she was grinding her asshole on Tom's mouth, pushing down harder. 

After what seemed both an eternity and yet far too short a time, Julia jerked one last time and relaxed somewhat. She moved from her knees to lying flat on Tom, kissing his mouth, tasting herself. She slid her tongue inside his mouth and took his in hers, sucking and licking the tip as though it were a cock. The she rolled off him and lay on the floor, her head lying on his arm. 

"How did you know that I love anything anal?" Julia asked, grinning. 

"I didn't. I was doing what I wanted to; glad you liked it too." Tom replied. "I've always thought it to be perverse, forbidden and so very exciting to lick a woman's asshole." 

Julia smiled, enjoying the afterglow of good sex. But she wasn't completely satisfied. She wanted a cock in her cunt fucking her, pumping in and out hard. She wanted to feel a cock expand as it shot sperm inside her pussy and she wanted to feel a cock in her asshole. 

Julia was about to straddle Tom's hips and slide her hungry pussy down over his cock when the phone rang. Although neither she nor Tom answered the phone, the mood was broken and they both realized that anyone could come into the church building and that they were very lucky to not have been caught. Reluctantly, she stood and reached for her panties. 

"We have to get dressed before someone comes in," Julia said, then grinned, "and you had better clean up that mess." She gestured toward the cum on the carpet. 

Tom smiled and pointed at the gob of cum on Julia's shoe. Then turning serious, he said, "I know, but I really want to fuck you, do other things with you." 

Julia smiled at him. "I feel the same way but we'll have to find some safe place." 

As he slid on his pants, Tom had a thought. "Pam is out of town for the week and we can have all night tonight alone," he grinned, "and tomorrow night and the next night if we wanted to." 

(Pam was Tom's wife.) 

Julia nodded her head as Tom outlined a plan. She would drive her car home, it was almost quitting time anyway, leave it in the garage and take a cab back the church. Then they would both take Tom's four door Tundra pickup to his house where he would park in his garage, opening and closing his door with a remote. Julie would scrunch down in the back seat so as to not be seen. She could even bring clothes with her back to the church and leave them in the bathroom attached to Tom's study. (He even had a shower in the bathroom and often kept a change of clothes in the bathroom.) 

The thought was exciting for both of them. Although Julia and Pam were friends, there was something exciting about fucking Tom in the same bed where he made love to his wife. And for Tom, there was the thought of doing something wicked, fucking another woman in the same bed in which he and his wife made love. 

Since it was already after four in the afternoon, Julia left to drive her car home. Tom waited at the church building, his member erect as he thought about having the entire night with Julia, and more, if it worked out. When she arrived back at the church, they went out to study bathroom and hung up Julia's clothes. She kept an overnight bag with her, telling Tom that it contained toiletry items. They headed to the parking area in back of the building and got into Tom's pickup as planned. 

As Tom pulled out onto the street, an arm reached between the two front seats and dropped a blouse in the passenger seat. That was followed by a bra and then a skirt and panties. Tom was excited by the fact that there was a lovely, sexy, naked woman in the pickup with him and yet a bit unnerved. 

He reached back between the seats as he spoke. "Damn, Julia, what if a cop stops us?" 

Julia laughted, took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. "You'd best drive carefully, huh?" 

Tom was careful, and finally did make it home. He opened his garage door with the remote and then closed it once the car was inside. 

"Would you get my clothes?" Julia asked as she opened the back door. 

Tom picked up the clothes on the passenger seat and opened his door, getting out. Julia was standing with her arms out and her legs spread slightly. 

"You like?" She asked as she exhibited her completely nude body to Tom for the first time. 

"God yes!" Tom breathed heavily. "God, Yes!" 

Julia grinned at him as he reached out to cup her breasts in his hands. "Whoa there." She said. "Let's go inside first." 

She followed Tom through the door leading from the garage into the house. Having been in the house before for dinners and parties, Julia knew the location of the master bedroom and headed for it, jumping on the bed and lying on her back. 

"Fuck me!" Julia said as she rubbed a hand between her legs. 

Tom stripped quickly, his cock rock hard, and lay down with his head between Julia's legs, wanting to taste her sweet pussy again. He loved eating pussy almost as much as breathing. This time, he put his mouth over Julia's pussy and sucked, wanting her nectar. He sucked her clit, pushed her legs up and licked her asshole, feeling so hot he could hardly contain himself. He wanted to tongue fuck her pussy and asshole. He had fantasized about being very small and able to crawl inside a woman's cunt, spending hours feeling and licking the walls of her love tunnel, covering himself with pussy juice. 

Julia wrapped her fingers in Tom's hair, pulling him to her love opening. She had never had a man be so taken by her pussy, so enamored by her asshole, so eager to lick, suck and tongue fuck and swallow everything between her legs. But she wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked, and pulled Tom's head from her crotch pulling upward. 

"Fuck me!" Julia demanded, wanting to be filled. 

She felt the head of Tom's cock on her very wet opening, felt the pushing and the slipping inside her. Wrapping her legs around his ass, she pulled him to her with each thrust and pushed her hips to meet him. She moaned loudly now, knowing they could not be heard, and repeated over and over again: "Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck me . . . . ."

Tom pumped in and out of Julia's heavenly pussy, feeling her warmth, her wet cunt swallowing his cock. He had wanted to, fantasized about fucking her for soooo long, and now his fantasy was turning to real life. He felt her hands separating his ass cheeks and a finger finding his asshole and pushing inside, loving the feel of her finger. Then two fingers inserted themselves into his ass. He imagined that this is what it would feel like to have a woman to fuck him in the ass with a dildo; he had never had the pleasure. 

Julia's arms and legs were around Tom, pulling him onto her body, feeling his chest on her tits as his arms wrapped around her hugging. She realized that her tits had not been pleasured, her nipples had not been sucked and needed it. But there would be time enough for that later on tonight. 

Different fantasies began to play in his mind. Fantasies he had never had before, and he felt himself building, slipping into the ecstasy of climax. He pushed in hard, spurting inside his love for the night, feeling himself cuming again and again, each time pushing in, grunting loudly and saying, "Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

When Julia felt that Tom had finished cuming, she pushed him off of her and rolled on top of him in a 69 position, her pussy near his mouth and his cock in her mouth. She sucked the slick head covered with her juices into her mouth, then took his cock as far down her throat as she could, sucking as she pulled her head up off his cock. Grasping his dick with one hand, Julia licked its length from his balls to the pee hole, paying special attention to the sensitive spot at the base of the head. She licked back down to his balls, gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. She began to jack off his cock as she sucked on it. 

Tom felt her pussy on his mouth when she moved to the 69 position and stuck in tongue inside her, tasting the mixture of his cum and her love honey. Although he had done this before with his wife and with his classmate (Chapter 1), this time it turned him on even more. He sucked and licked the combined sex juices, swallowing, then moved to Julia's clit. 




The Minister's Seduction Ch. 02



Before long, Tom thrust into Julia's mouth and began to cum, grunting, making the climax noises that men often make. He felt Julia's mouth over his cock and knew she was swallowing his cum. 

Shortly thereafter, Julia came, her legs around Tom's head, squeezing hard as she screamed. Her legs squeezed harder with each wave of her climax until she suddenly let go and began to laugh. She moved up to him, lying next to him, cuddling. 

"Sometime I want you to fuck my ass, Tom." Julia smiled softly at him. "O told you that I love all things anal." 

"Do you mean it?" Tom asked. 

"Yes," Julia grinned. "And I might fuck your ass sometime." 

Tom was blown away by such thoughts but knew he would need some recuperation time before trying. 

He held Julia close and the next thing Tom knew, he was waking up. Daylight was streaming in between the slats of the bedroom blinds and there was a wonderful sensation in his cock. He almost always woke up with an erection but today was different. He realized that lips were around his cock, sucking. Looking down, he saw Julia's face between his legs, her eyes watching him as she sucked and licked. 

As soon as Tom was fully awake, Julia jumped out of bed, laughing, and headed for the bathroom, calling over her shoulder: 

"That's to keep you interested until tonight. Get up; we have to get to work or someone will notice." 

Tom groaned and yelled at her, "Cock tease. You'll have me getting blue balls thinking about you all day." 

"Then you'll be harder for me tonight." She laughed again and began brushing her teeth. 

Tom dressed, as did Julia, and they left for the church building, Julia hiding in the back seat again. On the way, Julia instructed him to keep his porn magazine closed as she wanted him to save up his lust to use on her in the evening. At the church building, Julia showered in the bathroom adjoining Tom's study and put on fresh clothes. She smiled as she imagined how hard it must be for Tom to keep from coming into the bathroom or perhaps even into the shower with her. 

The day passed with neither Tom nor Julia getting much work done as both were fantasizing about what they would do that night. At last it was four thirty - - close enough to five, and they left for Tom's home. 

When they arrived, Julia got out of the pickup backseat and looked Tom in the eyes. 

"We need to talk." 

Tom nodded. The ground needed to be cleared so both knew where they stood. There are few more volatile mixtures than sex and misunderstand expectations. 

They sat in the living room facing each other and Julia was the first to speak. 

"Where are we headed, Tom." Julia asked. "I need to be clear on this." 

"What do you want to know?" Tom asked.

"First, you and Pam. Are you intending for me to take her place?" 

Tom shook his head. "I love Pam and have no desire for a divorce." 

"OK, Because that's not what I'm looking for either." Julia smiled. "Pam and I are friends and I have no desire to break up your marriage." 

"I have to say, though, that Pam doesn't supply some of my needs and desires. She will fuck and seems to enjoy it once I get her really worked up. She even loves for me to eat her pussy and lick her asshole." Tom could see that Julia was listening closely and continued. "But everything is conventional, no experimenting." 

"Blowjobs?" Julia asked. 

Tom shook his head. "No, and no experimenting." 

"So I am someone to fulfill your sexual needs?" Julia raised her eyebrows questioningly.  

"Is that all? I'm all right with it if it is and I will enjoy the sex." She paused briefly. "I just need you to be honest with me." 

Tom looked at her for a moment then responded. "Julia, that's a hard question for me to answer. I find you almost overpoweringly sexy. I feel almost sexually addicted to you and I've only had actual sex with you yesterday." 

Tom fell silent, thought for a moment and continued. "Do I love you? I don't know yet, but I do care about you." He grinned, "And that makes sex more exciting and satisfying.". 

Julia smiled and stood up. "That's good enough for me for right now." She held out her hand. 

"We fucked yesterday and it was great. Today, I want you to make love to me." 

Tom rose and took her hand as she led him to the bedroom. 

Once in the room, Julia turned to him. "Undress me." 

Tom began with her blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it down off her shoulders and arms, then kissing the place where her neck and shoulders met. Next, he unfastened her pants in the front, kneeling and taking them down to her feet, putting one hand on her leg to steady her as she stepped out of them. His face was pussy high and as he pulled down her panties, he leaned forward and kissed her love hair, hearing her sigh deeply and felt her hands caressing the back of his head. 

Still kneeling in front of Julia, Tom looked up into her eyes and slowly rose. Putting his arms around her, he unfastened her bra and took it from her sexy body. 

Julia turned her face upward as Tom grasped both her ass cheeks in both hands. Tom bent his head down slightly, kissing her on the mouth softly at first. As their passion grew, so did the strength of their kiss and Tom's massaging of Julia's soft ass cheeks. 

Picking Julia up in his arms, Tom moved to the bed, gently laying her down on the bed. Then moving beside her, he began to tenderly cover her face with kisses, her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, mouth and chin. His lips moved to her ears, sucking each earlobe into his mouth as one hand found her right breast and hard nipple. Julia gasped as Tom rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger and moaned as he moved to her neck with soft kisses and licks. 

Kissing further down, he reached Julia's breasts with his lips, fastening on a nipple with his lips and playing with the other with thumb and fingers, then alternating. Her body was moving, writhing gently as he kissed and licked do her navel and further down to her curly hair. She could hear him inhale deeply, taking in her love scent. Lifting her knees and bending her legs, separating them, she welcomed him to her love nest. 

Tom first kissed Julia's pussy while both his hands reached up, playing with her tits, giving special attention to her swollen nipples. His tongue licked up and down her slit, caressing, playing, sliding inside, licking, tasting her sweet nectar. He could feel her pussy honey leaking out and slowly running down toward her crack. His tongue followed, retrieving her precious fluid, taking it into his mouth. Now, his tongue was near Julia's asshole again. 

Sensing Tom's desire - - and her own - - Julia pulled her knees up toward her chest exposing her asshole to him. She gasped as his tongue licked up and down over her hole and screamed as his lips fastened around her forbidden place and sucked. She thought he was going to put his tongue inside her, tongue fuck her, but what happened next was much better. 

Tom moved upward, holding Julia's knees and spreading them as the head of his hard cock touched her asshole. Julia realized what he wanted to do and reaching down with one hand, grasped his cock and guided it to her back opening. 

"Fuck my ass." Julia hissed demandingly as she felt him slowly push in. 

The mixture of saliva and pussy juices made a fine lubricant and Tom felt his cock sliding inside Julia's ass. 

"Are you all right?" Tom asked.

Julia nodded. "Go slow, but don't stop." 

She he felt his cock going further and further in, increasing its depth in centimeters rather than inches until his hips were touching her ass. Was that his sack touching her under her asshole, or was she imagining it? 

"Are you enjoying this?" Tom asked softly as he began to fuck her asshole. 

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Julia responded with a loud moan and a smile. It felt good and it had been sometime since she had had a cock in there, and even longer since she had had a man making love to her asshole, caring whether it hurt, whether she enjoyed it. 

"Oh God!" Julia screamed. "Fuck me harder! Fuck My Ass!"

Whether it was because it actually felt good or because of the slight humiliation of having a dick in her asshole didn't matter. She loved having her asshole fucked. 

Tom felt Julia's asshole swallow his cock each time he thrust in, grip it, and he loved it; warm and tight, the tightest place his cock had ever been in. It was so warm and so tight, so very perverse that he was on the verge of cuming very soon. He wanted it to last, but he also wanted to cum in Julia's asshole. 

Both knew that Tom was almost there and their eyes held as Tom pushed hard into her ass and began to spurt. Julia could feel sperm shooting inside her and almost came with the feeling. When Tom finished, he quickly moved and brought Julia to orgasm with his lips and tongue. She was so very turned on and he wanted her to fully enjoy the feeling and increase it to climax rather than losing it. 

Tom and Julia both began to relax and Tom slowly began to withdraw from Julia's ass. Julia grimaced some with some pain as his cock cleared her ass and her opening slowly closed. There had always been some pain when she was ass-fucked, but the pleasure was well worth it. 

Tom lay on top of her, covering her face with gentle kisses while Julia held him, both arms around him. 

The night and love making continued until, as with the previous evening, both were worn out and sleep overcame them. They slept in each other's arms, Tom knowing they were in the bed where his wife slept and Julia knowing that she was naked in her friend's bed with her friend's husband. There was something deliciously exhilarating about it for both of them.



The Minister's Seduction Ch. 03



Chapter 03 

Fantasies of Control Revealed and Fulfilled

Tom, the minister and his secretary, Julia, had never experienced days flying by so quickly. They had accidently discovered each other sexually and while Tom's wife, Pam was out of town, had spent evenings in Tom's house. Although Pam and Julia were friends, she had both fucked and made love to Pam's husband on the very bed that Pam and her husband slept and made love in. But Pam would soon be home and they were running out of such free time when they didn't have to fuck on the sly. 

Julia had told Tom that she wanted to have sex with him but had asked him where she really stood with him. Tom had informed Julia that although he loved his wife and had no intention of a divorce, his feelings for her were more than just sexual. And now they were sitting at the breakfast table in Tom's home with only a couple of days left. 

"While you're up, could you get me more orange juice?" Julia asked. 

"Sure," Tom replied as he refilled his coffee cup. 

After refilling Julia's glass, he bent over to kiss her on the neck and slid one hand inside her blouse to cup a breast. 

"MMMmmmmmm," Julia moaned softly. "That feels so good. God, I wish we had time to, but we need to be at work soon." 

"But I'm the minister, and I can decide when we need to be there." Tom replied. 

Without a word, Tom swept the dishes off the table with his arm, not caring that some shattered on the floor. He picked Julia up and laid her on the table with her legs from her knees down hanging over the edge. Moving between her legs, he pulled off her panties and kissed her already wet pussy, then ran his tongue up and down her love opening. 

"Oooooohhhh goooddd," Julia loved Tom's unpredictable lust. She had enjoyed oral sex many times before from both men and women, but had never been with anyone who seemed so in love with her pussy and showed it in the way he ate it. She screamed with delight when Tom pushed her legs up and his tongue licked down to her asshole, flattening and licking slowly over it again and again. She grabbed his hair with both hands as the tip of his tongue pleasured her rosebud and then pushed inside, tongue fucking her backdoor. His nose was touching her wet pussy, trying to poke inside. 

"Deeper, Deeper! OOooooooo hhhhhhh GGGOOOOODDDDD! Push your tongue deeper into my asshole. FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!"

Julia had never had a man or woman so in love with her asshole either. Tom seemed almost like a starving man who suddenly had food. She could understand something of why Tom was this way as he had a strong sex drive and intense sexual needs and he had told her about his sex life with Pam. She was very happy to be the one benefiting from his unsatiated sexual hunger. 

Tom moved back to Julia's pussy, slippery with her sweet honey, licking and sucking, unable to get enough of her love juices. He was a wild man, yet careful, as his tongue probed for more, licking, taking the liquid gold into his mouth. He loved her scent, her taste and the feel of her pussy. 

He began moving randomly to pussy, asshole and clit, licking and sucking until Julia wrapped her legs around his head as she shook and screamed. He loved the fact that Julia was a screamer, that she lost it in the midst of a climax and didn't even know how hard she squeezed his head between her thighs. He wished he could put his head inside her pussy and feel her love muscles squeezing him. 

After Julia gave her last couple of shakes, loosened her legs from around his head and let go of his hair, Tom stood and pulled her to where her ass was on the table edge. His cock slid into her pussy easily, lubricated as it was with her sweetness and his saliva. He pumped in and out hard and fast, needing a climax. His hands grabbed her blouse and pulled, tearing it, sending buttons flying and exposing her breasts. 

Grasping both breasts, Tom kneaded them with his hands, fingers, making low grunting sounds in his throat as he fucked her hard. It took only tens of seconds before his ass muscles tightened and he thrust forward hard, shooting his first surge of sperm inside her eager receptacle. His hips thrust a second time as he erupted inside her and again and again. 

When he finished, he looked at Julia and realized that she wasn't finished; not fully satisfied; she needed another climax. Pushing her back to a good position, he moved his face between her legs again, eating her to climax, tasting the mixture of her love honey and his cum. Julia relaxed on the table, sexually satisfied for the time as her climaxes finally ended. She wanted to spend the day cuddling in bed with Tom, but knew that was impossible, as both were already late for work. 

Reluctantly, both got ready and as with days before, they left for the church with Julia crouching in the back seat of Tom's pickup so as to not be seen as they drove out of the garage. Julia had granted Tom's request that she not wear panties at work that day. 

Arriving at the church building, neither was in any mood to do any work. Tom told Julia that he had decided to use an old sermon from his file. He was glad that he had kept a full manuscript of every sermon he had ever delivered. Julia told him that by close of the work day, she was supposed to have completed and printed the bulletin for the cuming Sunday (at least she hopped she would be cuming with Tom on Sunday, despite his wife being home by that time). 

Tom sat in his office feeling his cock as hard as it had ever been. He was determined to stay married to Pam but wanted to continue to fuck Julia. He realized that what he wanted was both Pam and Julia - - and his class mate in graduate school who he had fucked and eaten on the church alter (ch.1) -- and other women, if he could. 

Julia sat in the church office, wet, with no panties as she realized that for the first time she had a man in her grasp whom she could practically control with her pussy and asshole. She fantasized about various sexual scenarios and was relieved when she head Tom's voice on the intercom asking her to come to his study. 

When the door opened and Julia entered, Tom moved from behind his large mahogany desk and motioned her to a chair while he sat across from her. 

"I don't know about you, but I am in no mood to work." Tom said. 

"I can see that." Julia laughed as her eyes focused on the bulge in Tom's pants. "You are insatiable," she paused, "and I like that."

"Can we talk?" Tom asked. 

"Sure," Julia replied. "What do you want to talk about?" 

"I have never been able to talk with a woman about sex, except for online chats - - and they might not even be women." 

"Probably not." Julia laughed. 

"May I ask you about your sex life?" 

"Yes," Julia grinned, feeling even wetter. "But it may cost you to get answers." 

"OK." Tom was willing, even eager to do whatever Julia asked. "Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?" 

Julia motioned Tom to wait and walked to the bathroom adjoining his study. She closed the door and he heard the commode flush as she walked out of the door and resumed her seat. Lifting her skirt, she exposed her bare cunt, covered with beads of liquid. "Kiss it and lick it for an answer." She wondered if he would; how far could she control him with her pussy. 

Tom could see the moisture on her pussy and knew it was more than love juices, but was both eager to obey and to get an answer. Crawling to Julia's chair, he kissed and licked the wetness from her pussy. It tasted tangy and he realized it was piss that she had not wiped away after peeing. 

"MMMmmmmmmm," Julia sighed, relishing her control. "Yes. I have had threesomes, foursomes and been in orgies." 

"Goddamn!" Tom breathed in and out hard. "I have always fantasized about a threesome with two women, but an orgy? Oh god!" 

"You've never had a threesome?" Julia asked. "Have you ever asked Pam to be in one?" 

Tom shook his head. 

"So, in orgies and threesomes, you've licked pussies?" 

"You have to pay the price to get an answer." Julia grinned as she moved to Tom's desk, bent and put her hands on it. Reaching back, she lifted her skirt up on her hips, but as Tom got on his knees behind her ready to lick her back opening, she stood and faced him. 

'You know you're going to lick my shithole." Julia looked at him and Tom nodded. 

"Knowing that's where my shit comes from and that I have shit today after showering, I'm curious why you would lick it." She paused. "That's not the right; why licking my asshole turns you on so much. Not that I don't like it," Julia continued hastily, "I love it and it pleases me that you do it for me." 

Tom paused for a moment. "I'm not sure I can explain it well, but here goes. I get aroused when I lick your asshole because it pleases you." 

"That's not all of it." Julia shook her head. 

"No," Tom spoke slowly, "It's not. I think licking your asshole is a way of saying that I am here to serve you. Something like veneration of your being." 

"Is that something like worship?" 

Tom thought for a moment. "Something like that, but I like the word veneration." 

He watched as Julia walked to his computer and struck a few keys. 

"It says here that it means a profound respect or reverence for somebody or something. That sounds like worship to me - - worshiping my ass." The thought turned her on more. 

"Not your ass." Tom corrected her. "Let me try to explain. Doing something demeaning to me that pleases you puts you above me in a sense." 

"So when you like my asshole, you are telling me that I am in control and that you will do whatever I tell you to do to please me." 

Tom was still on his knees looking up as Julia. "Yes." He nodded. 

"Then lift my skirt and kiss my shithole, and I mean really kiss it." 

Julia leaned over on the desk again, becoming more aroused by the moment. She felt Tom's hands parting her ass cheeks and his lips on her rosebud. His kiss started gently at first, then became more passionate until his lips were around her opening sucking as his tongue tried to push inside. 

"Put your tongue inside." She commanded and felt Tom's tongue sliding inside her anus as she relaxed her sphincter muscles as much as she could. 

"Can you taste my shit?" She asked breathing hard and pushing back onto Tom's face, trying to swallow his tongue with her asshole. She had no interest in feces and the idea of Tom licking her shit didn't turn her on in the least. It was being in complete of him, knowing he would do whatever she told him to that drive her to the brink of climax as she felt his tongue pushing in and out of her, tongue fucking her asshole. 

Tom had heard her question but didn't answer. Just hearing the question turned him on even more and he reached one hand down grasping his cock with his fingers and stroking slowly. He began to grunt as his balls released his cum between Julia's legs and onto the back of his desk. His tongue pushed harder into Julia's ass, searching, as he shot a second and third time. 

As Tom was cuming, Julia reached between her legs with one hand, holding herself up on the desk with the other. Two fingers found her clit and began to rub up and down. It took only a few seconds for her to cum. Out of all the climaxes she had ever had, this was the hardest and she pushed Tom back with her ass onto the floor. Sitting on his face, she felt a giant wave roll through her crashing hard only to be followed by another and another. As she came, she put all of her weight on Tom's face, her ass mashing on him, her asshole on his nose and her pussy on his mouth. 

By the time Julia's climaxes were completely over and she stood up, looking at Tom, he was gasping for breath. She giggled as she realized even more the power she had over this man- - not only a minister, but her boss. She sat in a chair looking at him as her giggle turned into a laugh. 

"So you like women being in control." Julia finally said after Tom sat up on the floor. 

"I guess I do." Tom grinned. "I have fantasized about being controlled by a woman but not to this extent." 

Julia and Tom looked at each other. Both had learned something about themselves and both realized that the new knowledge might make for a lot of fun in the future. 

"I have always been turned on by women who are in positions of authority." Tom mused. "In high school and in college, I jacked off fantasizing about female teachers." Tom laughed. "A couple of them were in their seventies and I fantasized about eating their pussies in front of the class." 

"Wow." Julia looked at him. "In their seventies - - you'll have to do that while I watch sometime. Maybe I can find . . . ." She didn't complete her sentence, and after a few moments of silence, she rose. 

"I have work to complete if we are going to be ready for Sunday morning and you had better get onto your sermon." She grinned at him as she turned to leave.

"And yes," Julia turned around, grinning. "I have licked pussies and had mine licked by other women. "Have you ever sucked off another man?" 

Tom blushed and shook his head. "Thinking about sucking other men doesn't arouse me at all." He had grown up in the homophobic south, but had worked hard to change his feelings about gays and lesbians. He even spoke about the equality of gay and straight people from the pulpit. However, he was being very truthful; he had never had an erotic fantasy involving a man - - except for being with another man while they both fucked Pam in her pussy and mouth. 

That evening, Julia went home with him again and he got to do something he had only seen in porn movies. Julia asked him if he had ever had a titty-fuck. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed and lay on her back. Tom sat astride her chest with his hard cock between her tits. Although she had small tits, Julia held them together around his cock as he began to move his hips back and forth. 

"Further, push forward further." Julia encouraged him until she could take the head of his dick into her mouth with each thrust. 

Soon, they had a rhythm going. Tom would thrust up and hold for a moment while Julia briefly licked or sucked his cock and then pull back, feeling the head of his cock nestled in the soft warmth of her breasts. As his thrusts continued, Tom knew he wouldn't last long. 

His first spurt of cum splashed up across Julia's lips and onto her nose. As she was licking cum into her mouth, his second shot hit her forehead and down across her mouth. By his third shot, Julia had her mouth around the tip of Tom's cock, catching the rest of his semen in her mouth. 

When Tom's climax was completed, he quickly moved down between Julia's legs to give her satisfaction, licking asshole, pussy and clit until she climaxed. 

As Tom lay on the bed on his back, breathing hard, Julia moved from the bed to the bathroom and Tom heard water running. He knew she was washing his cum off her face, among other things. 

"Next time I might have you clean your cum off me with your tongue." Julia called from the bathroom. 

"OK," Tom replied, not knowing if she was serious. 

"Right now," Julia's voice continued, "you can come and dry my pussy with your tongue after I finish peeing." 

Tom began to get erect again as he moved from the bed to the bathroom. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The next morning as Tom and Julia woke both realized that that evening would be the last night they would have before Tom's wife returned home. The house needed to be cleaned so that Pam wouldn't find anything like Julia's panties or her pubic hairs in the house. Perhaps they could fuck at church during the day, but this morning was dedicated to saving their butts. 

However, once they got to church there was too much to do as it was Friday and everything needed to be ready for Sunday morning. Pam would be home sometime on Saturday and he felt it would be in bad taste to work on her first day home after she had been gone almost two weeks. 

Tom sat in his study, managing to put something together for a sermon between fantasies about Julia and a threesome with his wife and Julia. By the time he had something he thought would do, though not be near his usual quality, it was mid-afternoon. 

Calling on the intercom, Tom informed Julia he would be out for a bit but would return about 4:30. Actually, he was out of his favorite Kentucky bourbon, the kind he kept in the desk drawer in his study. He seldom drank in his study, but occasionally, he would have a drink with a friend or church member. Julia caught him as he walked back in the church door. 

"I know it's not time yet, but I have some things to get done this afternoon. I won't be over at your house this evening since Pam will be home tomorrow and we cleaned the house this morning. But please keep an eye out for anything that might give away that I have been staying there while Pam was gone." 

Julia opened the door, then turned. "Oh yes, there is someone in your study waiting for you. I'll lock up and you can let her out when she is ready to leave." 

She closed the door and left before Tom could ask, "She? Who?" 

Who could be in his study, Tom wondered as he walked down the hall. At least it was a she, although he hopped it wasn't one of the church bitches that made his life more difficult - - every church has them, women who would truly benefit from being fucked good and hard, but got their jollies from causing hell instead. 

Opening the door to his study, Tom saw a black woman wearing a police uniform. Even though he had heard that the town had a fairly new Black, female police officer, he had never seen her. And after all, this was East Texas, not exactly where one would expect to see either a female or a black police officer, and here . . . And a very attractive one at that. 

He caught himself. "Hi, my name is Tom. I'm the minister here." 

The woman turned around, holding in the palm of her right hand a small figurine from a collection of objects Tom had on one shelf. 

"I'm Cynthia." She stepped forward to shake Tom's hand and as she changed the object to her other hand, he noticed that it was his phallic fetish. 

Tom collected things from different religions -- a happy Buddha, a figure of Lao Tzu, a small statue of Shiva, a Hopi kachina, some Native American fetishes and sexual fetishes from ancient pagan religions. 

"I hope it's all right if I touch these." Cynthia said. 

"Sure," Tom replied. "It's a phallic symbol I bought from an antiquities dealer in the Middle East -- it's certified to be over two thousand years old." 

The officer giggled. "It looks like a small dick to me. I hope you weren't the model for this."

"No." Tom flushed, a bit embarrassed, wondering about how forward the officer was being; after all, they didn't really know each other. He managed a slight laugh. "But that's exactly what it is. People used phallic symbols in worship, to protect their homes and as general decorations back then." 

Cynthia appeared interested. 

"I have others." Tom continued. 

"Let's see." Cynthia responded. 

Tom took a box from the shelf, set it on his desk and opened it. He removed a figure from it and handed it to the officer. It was a figure Pan with an erection that was longer than he was tall. 

"Damn!" The officer laughed, looking at the figure closely. "I feel like I'm holding a piece of porn. I'd like to meet the woman who gave him that hard-on" 

Tom laughed, but felt more surprised. 

"Likely a woman like you." Tom replied without thinking, and then closed his eyes. "Oh Shit." 

Cynthia smiled and nodded. "Very possibly, thank you. Next item?"

Tom placed the Pan figure back in the box and removed a 9 inch phallus, holding it out for Cynthia, who took it in both hands. 

"God! This would be fun. Does it vibrate?" She asked, giggling. 




The Minister's Seduction Ch. 03



"Afraid not." Tom replied, laughing as he took it and put it back in the box. He was shocked with Cynthia's next question. 

"Did people back then just have dick fetishes or were there some pussy fetishes?" She looked straight at him. 

"What . . .?" Tom's mouth fell open in shock. 

"I was wondering if some men back then worshiped pussy like some men do today." 

"I do have a small figure of a pagan fertility goddess with a rather large vagina." Tom reached in the box and handed Cynthia a figurine. 

"Now that's a pussy!" Cynthia said, laughing. She handed it back to Tom who put it back in the box. "I'll bet that's more your style." She continued. 

"What?" 

"I'll bet that you are not the kind of guy who fantasized about a female cop pulling him over and giving him a blow job or fucking him. You're fantasy would be more about serving a female cop, doing whatever she tells you to do for her pleasure." 

"Is that your fantasy?" She asked again when Tom didn't answer. 

Tom wondered how the conversation had gotten to this point, but in a way, didn't care as he was beginning to feel very aroused. Since he wasn't wearing underwear, his dick had been hanging down and when it tried to become erect, it made a noticeable hump. He was also breathing harder. 

Cynthia took a rather short tube looking thing from her duty belt. With a flick of her wrist, another tube extended from the first one and a third one with a rounded tip shot out from inside the second. There were clicks as they locked into place. Tom had seen this type of police baton in movies. 

"I guess it is." She grinned, tapping his bulge with the end of the baton. "So shall I tell you what I want you to do for my pleasure?" 

Tom felt a bit lightheaded as though he had entered some sort of unreal place, but nodded slowly. He had fantasized about sex with a black woman and also about sex with a woman in authority, but had never had either experience. Now he might be having the chance for both. 

"I have only one rule." She looked sternly at him. "You will obey any command I give you. You may refuse at any time you wish, but if you do refuse, this will be over and I will leave. Do you understand?" 

Tom nodded. 

"There will be no second chance, and this will never happen again if you refuse once." 

Tom nodded again as he caught the implication of her last statement. If things went well for her, she might do this again with him. "Strip." Cynthia commanded, and Tom quickly obeyed, his erection now as hard as it had ever been. 

"Good." She smiled. "Your dick wasn't the model for that fetish." 

She removed her pistol from its holster and laid it on Tom's desk, then spread her legs, one hand on her hip and the other holding her baton. 

"On your knees in front of me." 

Again, Tom obeyed. 

"Take my pants off." 

Tom unbuckled the officer's duty belt, holding it carefully and laying it on a chair. Then unbuckled her pants belt and unzipped her pants. He looked up at her as he started to pull them down. 

"Look at my pussy." She commanded. "I'll tell you when you can look at my face." 

Tom brought his eyes back to her crotch as he slowly pulled her pants down, pushing them to her feet, allowing her to step out of them and then resume her position.

"Now the panties." 

Tom obeyed and was on his knees looking at a Black pussy for the first time. It wasn't shaved or even trimmed. But he could see her cunt lips below her full, curly bush. 

"You want to lick my pussy." Cynthia put the tip of her baton under Tom's chin and put pressure, indicating she wanted him to look up. 

"Yes." Tom replied. 

"Yes, Ma'am." Cynthia corrected him. 

"Yes Ma'am." Tom responded. 

Cynthia laughed. "You haven't earned the right." She turned around, bent slightly and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. "Kiss it." 

Tom bent forward and kissed Cynthia's asshole, passionately as he had done with Julia's. 

"Lick it . . eat my shithole." 

Tom complied, licking Cynthia's black, back opening. Although he noticed that Cynthia used the same term as had Julia, he made no connection at the time. He made small throat noises of pure pleasure as he flicked his tongue up and down over Cynthia asshole, feeling the pucker with each pass. 

"Oh God, Oh God." Cynthia whispered, enjoying tom's tongue and especially enjoying her control over him. A Black woman having a White man lick her asshole. She wanted more. 

"Put your tongue inside my shithole." She commanded and screamed as she felt him push his tongue inside her. "Oh Fuck! On Shit! Further!" 

Tom pushed inside as far as he could, feeling Cynthia pushing back, mashing her ass onto his face. Putting both arms around her hips, he held her to him as he pushed his tongue in and out of her, hearing her screams of pleasure. 

Turning around, Cynthia grabbed Tom, taking him to the floor. "Lick my clit! I need to cum, NOW!" She had her fingers wrapped in Tom's hair, pulling him into her as his tongue licked up and down her erect clit, bringing her to a rapid climax. As Cynthia's body writhed in ecstasy, Tom slid his tongue down for his first taste of Black pussy. No different; just as delicious. 

After finishing her climax, Cynthia stood. "I told you to lick my clit; I didn't tell you that you could lick my pussy. There are always consequences for actions. Get up and follow me." 

Walking into the sanctuary, Cynthia pointed to the table used for communion. "Lean over that and spread your legs."

Tom complied with her command and felt the tip of her baton tracing up one leg, stopping at his balls and then move to his other leg, moving up and again stopping with his balls. He felt the tip slide lightly up and down his ass crack and then more forcefully, probing for his asshole. He reached back with one hand to pull an ass cheek and give her better access but moved back into position as he felt the baton come down on his wrist. It wasn't a hard blow, but enough to sting. 

Cynthia was enjoying her new boy-toy, enjoying trying to find his asshole with her baton, enjoying the thought of ass fucking a White man with her baton.

Tom gasped as the baton found his opening and began to push inside. 

"How do you like this?" Cynthia asked in a taunting voice as with a sharp push she thrust further into Tom, laughing as he grunted in response to her quick penetration. 

When she had buried the full third stage of her baton into Tom's ass, she began to slide it in and out. "This is for licking my pussy without permission." Cynthia's quickening breath was not from exertion, but rather from excitement. 

Tom found himself pushing back onto the baton with each of Cynthia's thrusts. It might be punishment of sorts, but he loved it. His arousal was extremely intense and he wanted to cum, to relieve some pressure, but he didn't want the ravishing of his ass to stop. 

"I should make you clean off my baton with your tongue." Cynthia pulled baton from his ass, wondering if she was taking things too far but excited about the prospect of making a man perform such an act. 

Both were interrupted by the sound of a sanctuary door opening. Tom started to raise up but was prevented by the baton in his ass. Looking over quickly, he saw a Julia entering. She was wearing shorts and a tee shirt that was so thin he could clearly seem not just the points of her nipples, but their color and even texture. She was carrying a small bag. 

"Sorry if I'm a bit late." Julia said. 

"Glad you're here now." Cynthia responded. "I thought I was going to have to use the dildo fetish in his office. Come over here and watch." She laughed. "He likes this." 

Things began to click. This was all Julia's doing. She had set it up to fulfill his fantasy about being controlled by a powerful woman. The fact that she would do this for him and her very presence increased his excitement. Two women to please. 

Tom watched as Julia set down the bag and stripped. Opening the bag, she removed something with what looked like a dildo attached, stepped into it and pulled it up her legs. Now he could see clearly. It was a strap-on with a dick about the size of his. He took a deep breath. She looked lovely and sexy with the strap-on and he was hoping it was for his ass. 

Cynthia turned toward Julia as she removed the baton slapped Tom's ass. "It's all yours." 

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Julia moaned lightly with excitement as she approached Tom, her "dick" swinging from side to side as she walked. She spread lotion on the strap-on and put some on Tom's ass, working it in with two fingers, feeling him push back onto her fingers. 

Placing the head of the strap-on on Tom's asshole, Julia pushed, gently at first and harder as she felt is slide slowly inside. She could tell when the head of her "cock" passed through his sphincter muscles as the shaft pushed in a bit more easily. Although she wasn't trying to hurt, she could tell that he was in pain and stopped after each bit of penetration to allow his ass to get used to the new feeling. 

During this time, Tom was also otherwise occupied. Cynthia had moved to his head, bending over with her ass close to his face and he knew what she wanted him to do. As Julia began to slowly move in and out, fucking his ass, he started to lick Cynthia's asshole again. 

"Lick my asshole while Julia fucks your ass." 

Tom was in heaven with a feeling he had never felt before. As he had told Julia, he had always fantasized about being controlled by a woman, but had not imagined going this far with a woman fucking him in the ass while he licked another woman's asshole. 

If anyone had entered the church building at that moment they would have known what was happening without looking in the sanctuary. Julia was moaning loudly with each increasingly hard thrust into Tom's ass; Tom was grunting loudly and pushing back as he ate Cynthia's asshole while a stream of profanity that many hardened construction worker wouldn't use. He had never heard a woman talk like that and it was exciting and arousing. 

Tom and Julia could feel each other with culmination of each thrust as her abdomen touched his ass. Both were enjoying the feeling that few bosses and employees have with each other. Julia giggled as she thought that male bosses usually fucked their secretaries rather than the other way around while Tom imagined her tits bouncing as she fucked him. 

The sound of a sanctuary door opening again brought things to a halt. As Tom turned to look, he felt panic. A male police officer was standing in the doorway. SHIT! He was going to be arrested - - like this. He would lose his job, his wife and everything else. 

"Tom, this is my partner, BJ." Cynthia laughed. "His name fits him as he's gay. No one on the force knows it but me. Other cops think he's fucking me and I play along. It keeps them off his back and they hit on me less. But oh yeah, I'll fuck him any time he tells me he wants to." She grinned at Tom. "He's here because I'm turned on watching one man suck another man off."

Tom looked over at the officer and watched him take his clothes off, laying them neatly on the first pew. This wouldn't be bad at all. Although he wasn't gay or bi, he could go with being sucked off by another man in front of two women. In fact, it would be fun. He watched as BJ walked toward him, fondling his cock and balls with his cock slowly rising to attention. Julia moved in front of Tom and slid the strap-on down her legs, handing it to Cynthia who put it on. Cynthia smiled at him as she began to walk around the table and BJ approached his head, and it began to dawn on Tom what was going to happen. 

"BJ's here because I want to watch you suck his cock." Tom could scarcely believe what he heard. He thought for a moment that he could stop things if he wished to, but then was flooded with the thought that he was doing this to pleasure a woman who at the moment held power over him - - power he had himself acknowledged. He realized that her power did not derive from being a police officer. It derived from her being a woman - - it came from her sex, it was sexual power. 

Tom hesitated for a moment when he saw BJ's cock inches from his mouth and Julia standing beside them put her hand on Tom's head and slowly pushed down. 

"Suck it." Julia said softly. "For Cynthia - - and for me." 

As he realized that watching him suck cock would please Julia also, he opened his mouth and felt the tip of BJ's cock touch his lips. His tongue felt BJ's pee-hole and he tasted the wetness of precum seeping out of it. He felt the head sliding between his lips followed by the hard, veined shaft and found himself sucking as it slid in and then was slowly pulled all the way out. 

Tom watched Julia grasp BJ's cock and hold it to his lips and heard her voice telling him to lick it, and he did. If he could have seen Julia's face, he would have seen sheer fascination; she had never imagined that the minister she worked for, the minister she had seen and heard preaching sermons would be sucking and licking another man's cock in this same sanctuary. She held BJ's cock straight up for Tom to lick BJ's balls and the underside of his cock and then down for Tom to take it into his mouth and suck. 

All the while, Cynthia was fucking Tom's ass, watching, fascinated not only by a completely straight man sucking a cock for her pleasure, but also by the man's secretary feeding the cock to him. She enjoyed the feeling of pushing her cock into a man's asshole; she would have to do all of this again sometime -- many times. 

As Julia began to stroke BJ's cock while Tom sucked the head, BJ replaced her hand with his and began stroking it faster. The other three knew that BJ was on the verge of cuming; Julia and Cynthia wondered if he could cum in Tom's mouth and Tom wondered whether he would let him, and it he did, would he swallow. The matter was decided when BJ pulled his cock from Tom's mouth and with a loud grunt spurted white goo onto Tom's face and again and again until the last shot was fired. By the time he had finished, Tom's face was covered with cum. 

As soon as he had finished cuming, BJ returned to his clothes and began dressing. 

"Thanks, BJ." Cynthia, responded. She had withdrawn her cock from Tom's ass and had moved around to his head, taking hold of his hands and shaking her head when he tried to wipe the cum off. 

"Thank you, Cynthia, Julia, and especially Tom. I've never been sucked off by a completely straight male and you were great." 

After BJ had left, Julia moved to one side of Tom and Cynthia to the other side. Grasping his arms, they helped him stand upright. His ass was sore, but other than that - - and not having been able to cum yet, he felt good. 

"You have given us so much pleasure that we are going to give you what I understand is every man's fantasy." Cynthia smiled. "Lie down on the floor on your back." 

As Tom lay on his back on the thick, soft red carpet, Julia, smiling, moved to straddle him and lower herself onto his stiff cock, sliding down until her sex had completely swallowed his. She held still, letting herself and Tom enjoy each other's warmth. Tom almost shot his load into her pussy with the feeling but managed to hold back as Cynthia straddles his face, putting her pussy on his mouth as she faced Julia. Moving her ass, she smeared BJ's cum all over Tom's face with her pussy and he could taste her love honey mixed with BJ's sperm. 

Julia began to move up and down, taking Tom's cock inside her holding him with her pussy muscles and then releasing him for another thrust back inside her slippery wetness. Cynthia hunched Tom's mouth as he licked her pussy, sliding his tongue inside, sucking her lips into his mouth. He pushed her hips so he could like her asshole and then back to where he could like both, one after the other. 

Tom came before either of the women could. If he had not brought Cynthia to climax earlier, she might have made it to. But as it was, Tom thrust up hard and erupted inside Julia as she pressed her pussy down hard around him, moaning with pleasure. 

"Come in my pussy, baby. Come in my pussy." 

As soon as Tom had finished cuming, both women rose and changed places as if it were planned, and Tom realized it likely was. Julia put her pussy on Tom's mouth while Cynthia briefly sucked him to bring him back to full hardness, then sat on his cock, taking him into her pussy. As before, Tom licked pussy and asshole and shot his cum inside a pussy. 

When Tom was finished and quickly going limp, Julia and Cynthia moved to the carpet and finished each other off in a 69 position as Tom lay near them watching and stroking his hardening cock. When both were sated with sex and climaxes, Cynthia left for Tom's study to dress and leave. 

Meanwhile, a naked Julia rolled and moved to all fours next to Tom. Looking down, she said. "I love you, baby. I do love you. Is that what you wanted to fulfill your fantasy or was it a bit too much. I didn't know Cynthia was going to bring in her partner." 

Tom smiled up at her. "It was a bit more than I had ever included in any of my fantasies, but . . . thank you. It was really hot."

"Do you want to do it again sometime?" Julia asked. 

"Well," Tom paused a moment. "With you and Cynthia, yes, YES, YES. I'm not saying no to including BJ but I'll have to think about it awhile." 

"Done." Julia smiled. "I'm sure she will go along any time we want to." 

Now, lets . . ." Tom pulled Julia down onto him, moving her soft breasts toward him and sucking gently on one nipple. "MMMMmmmmmm."

It was the last night they would have together before Pam returned home from her trip. As Tom drifted off to sleep alone in his bed that evening, missing Julia's sexy, soft warmth, he wondered what Pam had done on her vacation away from home.



The Minister's Wife



It was a cool October evening. The moon was full and a fine mist had spread across the village.

Alexandria closed the blinds with trembling hands. She was nervous. She nearly tripped as she went to the next window, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved.

Her husband the minister was called to a special meeting at the church. She had been told about beautiful women mysteriously being attacked in the night and the hypnotic stare that the stranger used on his victims. Alexandria drew the curtains, and noticed her palms were sweaty. She moved to each window, closing the blinds feeling her tingling body. Her heart seemed to stop as she saw the picture of her husband on the dresser. She loved him so much.

She went into the bathroom. She decided to retire early after taking a nice hot bath. She unbuttoned her maternity top with her fingers and placed it in the hamper. She then unzipped her skirt and placed in the same. She deftly unhooked the gold cross that always hung around her neck and placed it on the counter. She then reached behind herself to unsnap her maternity bra that held her swollen breasts. Next she removed her panties and stood before the mirror, her large breasts, engorged with milk, sagging only slightly, her belly swollen with their first child. She looked at herself as she rearranged her long auburn hair into a ponytail. At 5'10", she had long silky hair, creamy white skin and a breathtaking figure. She stepped into the bathtub and let her body be engulfed by the hot water. 

It felt good as the water seemed to wash away all her cares and the worries. Her husband would be out long and she was concerned. She stepped out of the tub feeling a little better than when she stepped in.

She gazed out of the window at the eerie mountains that surrounded the village. In the distance she could see the foreboding shape of Castle Dracula. She had been warned several times by the villagers about the vampire legends. She put on a flannel nightgown and got into bed some how forgetting the cross. She snuggled under the covers against the cool mountain air and quickly fell asleep.

The fine mist that was covering the village seeped into Alexandria's bedroom. The mist took human form, from it a dark stranger appeared.

Alexandria woke to an intruder in her bedroom. The stranger gazed into her eyes and she felt slowly compelled to draw aside the covers. She tried to fight it but her will was non-existent.

The stranger moved closer towards her as she lay there frozen in terror. The dark figure was wearing a floor length black cape. His face was as handsome and his skin was a chalky white, devoid of any color whatsoever. The most terrifying aspect about him was the parts of his eyes that should have been white. Instead, they were blood red!

Try as she would, she couldn't break away from his hypnotic gaze. Without uttering a word, the figure gave her a command. She understood and sat upright in bed. Although she was fighting it; she slowly lifted her nightgown off and let it slip silently to the floor. The figure liked what he saw as a faint smile came to his lips. He drank in her beauty staring at the defenseless prize that cowered before him. Alexandria was then commanded to lie back on the bed. She spread her legs, bent her knees and run her hands along the inside of her thighs. She uncontrollably ran the fingers of one hand through her bush teasing the outside of her pussy. The other hand massaged her nipples into erection. Her fingers slipped inside her warm twat gently caressing her clitoris. She was breathing heavily partly from fear and partly from the sexual stimulation that she was being forced to give herself.

For what seemed like an eternity, the figure watched his prisoner masturbating herself into a sexual frenzy commanding her to back off whenever she sensed that she was going to climax. Alexandria was beside herself. The juices flowed from her pussy as she felt the tide of sexual arousal takes its toll. She was silently commanded to spread the lips of her vagina and had no choice but to comply. The stranger then slowly bent down and moved his head towards her pussy. Alexandria saw his mouth open in anticipation and what she saw made her blood run cold. He had two white fangs that gleamed in the moonlight room. He bent down between her legs and she felt his ice cold tongue lapping the juices that flowed from between her legs. Like a dog, he slowly ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clitoris. Alexandria's terror was laced with the forbidden lust that had been brought on by this apparent visitor from the grave.

When he finally finished, he got up and stared at her for a long time. Alexandria somehow understood that she was now at his mercy, forced to obey his every command. She could think clearly but was unable to choose not to comply. 

He slowly approached her and with his hand reached out to squeeze and caress one of her creamy breasts 

The Dark visitor finally spoke.

"You're very much in love with me, aren't you, Alexandria?"

"Yes, Master, I love you." She moved closer to him and a look of devotion came into her pretty eyes.

"You want me to make love to you, don't you, Alexandria?"

"Yes, Master, I want you to love me."

Now he leaned closer still, "You want more than anything to satisfy me, don't you, Alexandria?"

"Yes, Master, I want to satisfy you."

His face pressed into her flesh and found his open lips in contact with her smooth skin. She shivered as he kissed each nipple on her breasts. He began to suckle the extremely white orbs, with light blue veins running through, light pink puffy nipples. Her breathing became harder. His mouth was soon rewarded with warm sweet milk. He sucked and licked and nibbled and sucked some more. He alternated between each nipples,

"Now I know that you would like me to make love to you, wouldn't you Alexandria?"

"Yes, Master, I want you to love me. please love me."

He signaled with his thoughts that she lie down on the bed. He helped lay her back on the cushions and rubbed her big belly. He felt the smoothness of the skin stretched taut by the swelling life inside her. Then he ran his hand down the slope of her lower belly to her smooth cuntlips.

"Open your lips for your Master, Alexandria."

She obediently reached down and pulled her lips apart, spreading her legs as wide as the narrow seat would allow. He looked at the gaping hole for a few minutes, just enjoying the sight,

"Yes, Master, please take me."

He got on top of her, 

As soon as his cock was placed inside her rammed it forward as hard as it could. She was thoroughly lubricated, but still the sudden, rough entrance was a shock and she gasped with as much pain as pleasure. His next strokes were just as hard, but she was ready for them, and she pulled back her legs to give him more room to pound her cunt. She howled with lust, begging to be used by her master. He slammed into her harder and harder, finally filling her with sperm

"Thank you, Master," she said 

With another one of his mental commands she turned around and got on all fours. He stepped up behind her and slid his cock between her ass cheeks, widened by pregnancy.

She grunted once with discomfort as he entered. After a few strokes she began to feel the pleasure and then began thrusting back. He quickened the pace and reached under to squeeze her swollen tits. "

"Take me, Master," she panted. "make me your slave."

He pushed into her harder and squeezed on her breasts, His pounding seemed ageless until she felt his first spurt deep in her bowels.

Alexandria slowly felt herself being returned to a standing position. He pulled away from her and stood up in front of her. His blood red eyes were still on fire with lust. She somehow knew that this was the end.

He bent down and started kissing and sucking her Milk-laden breasts. She closed her eyes to the further stimulation that was about to happen. She opened them just in time to see his mouth wide open with bared fangs. She wanted to scream and run but was still frozen in his power. He lunged at her left breast burying his fangs into her tender flesh. She screamed with pain as his fangs bit into her bosom. She looked down and saw a stream of blood and mother's milk trickle down her breast.

She could feel the life slowly being drained out of her and her unborn child. He continued to suck from her breast as his tongue teased her nipple. began to feel cold as he continued to prey on her breast. She could feel her strength slowly leaving her. The warmth that she felt before was being replaced by a terribly cold emptiness as she began to shiver.

The stranger could taste the warm sweet elixir that gave him his strength. As Alexandra was getting weaker, so he was getting stronger. Alexandra knew only too well that she was suckling a demon that she too would become one of them. Her blood ran cold.

He ceased and she opened her eyes to see the juices running from his mouth. She no longer wanted to scream but felt a new strength rising from within her. It was like nothing she had experienced before. Like a tidal wave of strength bursting to get out. At the same time, she felt two fangs in her mouth and realized that she had passed the point of no return. She too was now a vampire!

"You are now another one of my brides", he said in a hellish beastly voice.

With his great arms he lifted her from the bed and embraced her nude form in his cloak. The fine mist returned to envelope their bodies. It lingered in the room until it dissipated. 

Her husband, the minister came home that evening to an empty house.



The Minister's Wife



What is sexy? A smile? A Breast? A butt? A thigh? Lingerie? All that and more, I guess, but what I found sexy one morning about two years ago wasn't any of those things. It was a minister's wife just standing there. Just standing in the doorway of a church I'd never been to before. I'll call her Jane. She was nice looking, sure, and well dressed, and she did have a decent figure, but something in the way she stood there in the sunlight: straight, smiling, feet together. The picture of femininity. That's what I found sexy.

Of course Jane was unavailable, but I wanted to get close to her anyway. I have had a thing for minister's wives ever since I had a teen-age encounter with another one. After a few months of doorway chats after church, I found a way to get close to her. It turns out that she and her husband were in need of some carpentry and plumbing work. I'm no expert, but I know a finial from a flue pipe, and I was only working part-time, so I soon found myself changing sinks, building cabinets or bookcases and a host of other small jobs around the parsonage. And Jane, who once had been so correct and formal, actually turned out to be very real, with a nice sense of humor. She made most of the decisions about things around the house, so it was only natural that we spent a fair amount of time together talking about this stain or that fixture and countless other things. After five or six weeks her husband, forgive me for calling him "John", even made jokes about my being like "One of the Family". 

As time went by and I felt the occasional lingering touch from Jane, I put it down to our growing friendship; her letting her hair down a little, becoming real, as opposed to being on display for all the church to see. As weeks became months, and the touches more numerous, I started to wonder. Was I picking up some small signs of attraction? Could a minister's wife actually be real, be needy of touch and sex? The idea seemed farfetched to me, but there was no denying her hand on my shoulder when I was down on one knee measuring something, or the hands on my waist as she slipped past me in the cluttered hallway. 

Around this time Jane started to ask me questions about her clothes. Was this dress too bright? Does this one make me look "matronly"? Innocent questions all---or were they? I was confused as hell, but enjoyed thinking about the possibilities. Then Jane practically started modeling for me. She'd ask me about one outfit, then disappear behind a closed bedroom door to take off one dress and put on another. Soon the bedroom door wasn't even shutting all the way. A short time after that, Jane got a package in the mail one day and became giddy with excitement, hiding it from me. It was lingerie, of course, and she didn't admit it, but it was obvious. Woman have been buying lingerie from Victoria's Secret for over a decade. Not minister's wives maybe, but normal women. Anyway, Jane admitted it over coffee a few days later. She apologized, actually, and said she felt stupid. I had a hunch why, and asked in the most delicate terms if in fact she had bought the underwear to make her husband more "Romantic". The answer was "Yes", of course, and he hadn't risen to the bait. Even a first-year Psyche student with failing grades could have seen that. I smoothed over the moment with some blandishments, said things take time, mentioned a vacation and told Jane straight out she was beautiful. That helped perk her up and I saw a smile again. I saw more than a smile later when working in the hall. Jane let me know she was changing to go over to the church, and she left the door open just a crack. Once again, an invitation? Whether it was or wasn't, I decided to crash the party. With thumping heart I walked quietly to the crack of the door and peaked in.

Jane wasn't there. I could see a fair part of the room, and even more with the mirrors, but there was no sight of her. I heard a toilet flush, and the mystery was solved. Jane emerged from the master bath and stood in front of her closet for a moment before pulling her sweater over her head. She was wearing the new underwear, a lavender bra that probably accentuated her breasts somehow. I could see cleavage and a pale valley between two medium-sized breasts. A moment later she took off her slacks, revealing a matching lavender pan tie. Jane took a minute to study herself from different angles, then reached behind her to unhook the bra and took it off. I silently sucked in my breath as her pink-tipped breasts were revealed. I had ample time to admire them, because Jane turned one way and another, admiring--or critiquing, more likely, her breasts. When she slipped her panties off, I almost gasped out loud. Ten feet in front of me was Jane's ass: Two pale globes separated by a deep crack. Looking in the mirror directly in front of her I could see a patch of light brown pubic hair. Jane turned sideways and sucked in her stomach slightly, giving me more time to feast my eyes. And I did. Did I ever! I tried to memorize every sweet curve, every color, the swaying breasts--everything. The result was a near painful swelling and stiffening of my penis. It didn't get any smaller when Jane selected a conservative white bra and panty and put them on. She looked good in those, too. Knowing the show was over, I retreated as quietly as possible. Not six feet from her door I had the misfortune to make a floorboard squeak, which gave me a heart attack. 

I retreated quickly and put all my focus on sanding a banister, hoping to convince Jane that what she heard wasn't really someone in the hall. She emerged shortly, smiling, and even offering a hug before she left. A "Thank-you" hug she called it. I protested that I had sawdust on me, but she asked if that wasn't just a ruse to avoid hugging an "Old Maid". I HAD to hug her now, so I got up, brushed myself off dramatically and held my arms out. Jane came in close and hugged me for a second, and there was no way she couldn't have felt my hardness angled awkwardly off to one side Jane wasn't deterred in the least. She held me tightly.

"Thanks. I needed that. "

I smiled at the old line, but Jane smiled at me and was gone before I could think of a single intelligent word to say anyway.

In the following two weeks Jane bought a pair of shorts and a halter top. She modeled both for me, again waiting for a moment when her husband was out. She made me blush when I said the halter top was borderline, because of cleavage revealed if she leaned over. Jane immediately leaned forward and looked down at herself, giving me an eyeful and a delightful sexy laugh. She admitted that it may not be appropriate for "Everyday", but maybe just around the house. 

The next day I was in a plumbing mode and waited to begin until after Jane had taken a shower and her husband was off on his rounds. Jane was still in her bathrobe, and I wasn't working for long when I called for her assistance. I needed someone to hold the new faucet handles while I tightened them from below the vanity. It was a job I hated: On your back, never comfortable, never the right angle, never light where you need it. Things changed when Jane came in, though. As she leaned over the sink, her knee-length robe gapped open in front slightly. In the position I was in, head down by the floor, I could look up Jane's robe with no trouble at all. In fact, moving my head only slightly gave me a view to equal Mt. Olympus, Mt. Fugi and Mt. Everest combined. I was looking at Jane's Mount, Mons or whatever it's called, and the sight was more thrilling than any mountain. A full bush of light brown pubic hair was separated by two protruding labia on a raised mound. 

I tightened the washer as slowly as I could for each side, breathing deeply. I wanted to remember her pale skin, the tiny hairs, the somehow sexy wrinkles of those outer pussy lips. 

"David?"

That's my name. I tried to answer in a calm even voice, but couldn't. Hers didn't seem normal, either, though.

"How's it going?"

"Beautiful" I replied.

"David...are you looking at me?"

I froze.

"David?"

"Unnnnh?" was all the reply I could manage.

"David, I'm horrible...and God help me if you're looking at me in lust, but...well, are you? Or am I being an idiot and imagining things?"

I studied the underside of the sink for a long second, then admitted I had been looking.

"I thought so" she said breathlessly. I can see your....you're hard....David I know I'm being a fool and I couldn't possibly look you in the eye right now, but I'm desperate. I feel like a...what are those neutered men who aren't men called?.....David, say something for God's sake."

I wanted to wash my hands and spend hours tenderly ravishing this woman, but I was afraid things might change if I waited an extra second, so I put my hand up to hold Jane in place for a second while I changed position, then brought my mouth forward to the most delicious looking pussy in the world.

Jane jumped and screamed quietly in lust. I moved my hands up under her robe to caress her ass and hold her sweet pussy lips to mine. Sighs and moans and cries of delight filled the room as I washed her soft wet channel with my tongue. As much as I was enjoying this moment of moments, my back was killing me, so I lifted Jane up, took a few steps and laid her on the bed. She spread her legs wide with each hand, givng me both a beautiful look at her femininity and a wordless blessing. She wanted me to lick her. 

Lick her I did. And suck. And nibble and tickle and everything else I could think of. In every place, too. From the top of her thighs to her belly button and down to her dark pink anus. I took my time and savored her sweet and salty moisture, breathing deeply. I never heard a person talk in "Tongues" in the religious sense, but Jane came close. Every lick of my tongue brought a verbal response. Sometimes she lifted her pussy for me and sometimes I pushed her pussy hard against the bed. And when she started that rhythmic gasping that told me an orgasm was near, I forgot the numbness in my tongue and sucked her clitoris in time with her crys of joy.

Ripping my clothes off, I had such an incredible urge to fuck Jane then and there, but I wasn't sure if she could come right away, so I reluctantly held off for a few minutes while we hugged and kissed. Our tongues did frantic, beautiful dances with each other and we held each other tightly, then Jane's hand slipped down to hold my stiffness. She grasped me and explored my throbbing manhood with hesitant hands, then I slipped down and did some exploring of my own, sucking each of her protruding nipples gently and teasing her wet pussy with my fingers.

I'm not superhuman: I can only prolong pleasure for so long. My time had come--or almost come, I should say. I moved over Jane and teased her wet labia with the tip of my penis, ignoring her little moans and words of encouragement for a full minute, then slowly plunged foward inch by inch as Jane cried out in pleasure. My dear, sweet minister's wife wrapped her legs around me as I plunged deeper into her soft folds, then wriggled in ecstasy when I hit bottom. I repeated the process faster the next time and faster after that, loving the smooth friction of her wet wall of pleasure. My hands reached beneath Jane to hold her hot ass cheeks and I pulled her to me with each thrust. I would have reached a climax soon had she said nothing, but her cries and whispered words brought the moment even sooner. I couldn't help it. I was fucking the woman of my dreams. I felt some internal muscle contract and the first surge of semen shot deep inside Jane, then a second.

Jane's "Uhs" and "Ohs" and "Mmmmms" got louder after I came, and a few moments later as I ground myself against her she came in a loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" amid a dozen quick breaths.

I remember thinking it was the best moment of my life, and it probably was. Now drained, I sagged against Jane and held her, smiling as she whispered words of thanks to me.

There was a lot to say and nothing to say after that. I chose nothing and just held her. We did talk later. We talked a LOT. We said a lot of things to each other in the following months, too, until fifteen months later, in a town far away, we both said "I do."

I hear "John" is courting the daughter of the church secretary now. I wish them both well...



The Minister's Wife



Bo followed Aimee down the road out of town. Their speeding cars matched his racing mind. Aimee was the wife of the new minister at his church. She was in her late 20s, attractive, vivacious, and incredibly attractive. He had been drawn to her since she and her husband had started at the church six months ago. At first he'd simply admired her, figuring that he had no chance with her as she was married to a minister who seemed to treat her well. However, about three months ago, he'd been place on a committee with her. He still hadn't thought much of it until she'd begun to flirt with him. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but when she'd begun to play with his leg under the table, he'd begun to believe she might actually want to mess around. Being married himself, he'd been cautious at first. As he'd responded to her flirting, she'd grown bolder, wearing outfits that accentuated her tight, young body and finding ways to brush against his arm surreptitiously.

Last week, she'd told him that her husband was going to go to a meeting this week and that she was afraid to enter her house alone. She'd asked if he would follow her home and see her in. He'd agreed, letting it drop that his wife would be away visiting family during that time. Her smile had given him a woody that he had to work hard to hide. The week had seemed to crawl by, but finally Tuesday came. He'd had a moment of hesitation as he'd arrived at the church for the meeting, but as soon as he saw her, his doubt had vanished. She was wearing a pink and black pants suit that fit her well and showed off her curves. She'd greeted him with a wink and squeezed his arm. The meeting had seemed to drag on forever, but after just over an hour it was over. She'd stood around talking until only a few folks were left, then excused herself to get something from her husband's office. As she'd passed him, she'd slipped him a note that had told him to wait for her by the traffic light across the parking lot. He'd complied and minutes later, she'd pulled up beside him and revved her engine. He'd rolled down his window and she winked and told him to stay on her tail.

Now, as they drove out of the city to Aimee's house, Bo's heart was beating quickly. He wasn't sure what he was in store for, but he felt sure he was going to like it. After several minutes of exceeding the speed limit, Aimee signaled and turned into her driveway. The house was off the road a bit and as they pulled up the driveway, she raised the garage door and motioned for him to pull in beside her. He did and in a flash, she was lowering the door and was on her way into the house. Bo exited his car and followed her to the door. She opened it, and motioned grandly to him, "Ok, Mr. Protector, make sure there aren't any boogie men in there." She grinned coyly as he walked past her and proceeded through the house. The house was only one level and kind of small, so it only took him a few minutes to go through and see that no one else was there. He returned to the kitchen to see that Aimee had poured two glasses of wine. "Sinful, I know," she said, as she handed him one, "I guess I'm just a bad girl," she said with a wink. She turned away and removed the jacket of her pants suit. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white blouse that seemed to be straining to hold in her breasts. Bo tried unsuccessfully not to stare as he gulped his wine. She caught him and gave him a grin and a giggle. "Whatcha' lookin' at, Bo?" she asked with a smile that said she knew exactly what he was looking at. "We don't have to stand here," she said, "I've got a couch." 

Bo turned and moved to the couch and sat down. Rather than sit on the other end, Aimee sat on the middle cushion, pulling her legs up under her and facing him. She looked exquisite and he blushed as she caught him staring again. 

"You're staring," she said playfully, "that's not very polite!" She reached over and patted his leg playfully. Bo reached down and patted her hand lightly. She smiled again and took his hand in both of hers as she met his gaze. He moved closer to her and she put his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. She whispered softly, "I want you to spend the night with me." Bo gulped and nodded. Aimee leaned in, took his glass and set hers and his on the table. Then she snuggled up to Bo and leaned in and kissed him. He placed his hand on her cheek and returned the kiss, inhaling her sweet scent. Aimee put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in as they deepened the kiss. His arms went around her as she pressed herself to him and slid her tongue into his mouth. His tongue met hers and their passion quickly increased. His hands moved down her back and hers moved over his chest and arms as they kissed. Suddenly she broke the kiss and stood up. At first, Bo thought she'd changed her mind, but she took his hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him to the bedroom. 

As soon as they entered, she turned and faced him and kissed him deeply again, putting her arms around him and pressing herself against him. He responded in kind, crushing her against him and kissing her passionately. Aimee pushed back slightly and began to unbutton his shirt. Bo again responded in kind, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She pulled his shirt from his pants and roughly pulled it off his arms. He was equally rough with her blouse, ripping the buttons on one of the cuffs. Her eyes never left his as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. He licked his lips at the sight of her full, heavy breasts. She embraced him again, pressing them to his chest as she began to lick and suckle his neck and throat. He squirmed as his hands moved over her bare shoulders and back. He squeezed her ass through her pants, and then let his hands search for the zipper. 

"Yeah," moaned Aimee as she guided his fingers to it. He unzipped her and began to work them and her panties over her round hips. She began to wiggle them erotically as he slid them down. Finally with one final wiggle, they fell to the floor and she grasped his shoulders and stepped out of them. Bo stared again. Every promise Aimee's body had made through her form fitting clothes was fulfilled as he stared at her. She smiled, slowly turning in front of him and running her hands over her body. The woody that had been growing in Bo's pants quickly swelled into an all out stiffy. Aimee smiled when she noticed and slowly stepped closer to him and began to unbuckle his belt. As she worked, he took her breasts in his hands and began to knead them. They felt so good in his hands; the nipples hardened as his fingers brushed over them and she moaned softly. Soon, she had his pants and shorts around his ankles and he moved his hands to her shoulders as he stepped out of them. 

Aimee ran her hands slowly down Bo's chest and gently took his penis in both of her hands, squeezing and lightly rubbing the shaft. He shivered and steadied himself against her as she stroked him gently. He kissed her again and she responded heatedly. His hands moved to her butt, squeezing and kneading it. As she continued to rub his shaft, his head occasionally brushed her sex. She had a thick dark triangle of hair over her pussy, and it was damp and warm to the touch. There was a glider in the corner of the room and she slowly pushed him back until he was in front of it. "Sit," she whispered and he complied. She straddled him, her pussy pressing against his erection and her breasts in his face. She looked down into his eyes, gently stroking his hair and guiding his mouth to her left nipple. Bo caressed Aimee's hips as he began to suck and lick her nipple. She sighed and began to rub against his shaft. The soft, wet, heat felt incredible against his shaft. He sucked more urgently and she arched her back, pushing it into his mouth. He sucked it deeply and she moaned, and then moved his head to the other side where he repeated the procedure. By this time, her pussy was grinding against his shaft and the dampness had become a river. Without warning she pushed herself up on his shoulders and sank down onto his shaft. Both of them moaned and sighed and then gasped again as they positioned it better and she sank down even more on him. 

Bo moaned and leaned back, arching his back as she became even more impaled on him. Aimee leveraged herself on his shoulders and began to slowly move up and down on his shaft. "Mmm," they both moaned as the gentle friction brought new, more electric sensations coursing through them. Their tempo gradually increased and Aimee began to moan and sigh more loudly. Her head began to loll from side to side and she hissed, "Pull on my nipples." He did and she cried out all the more. They moved faster and faster until Aimee stiffened. Bo looked up to see her eyes wide and her mouth open, but no sound coming out. Suddenly, as if shocked, she took another breath and screamed, "YES!" again and again and he felt her pussy clench repeatedly on his cock. Her body shook and she collapsed against him, breathing heavily and kissing his neck and shoulders. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and she pushed gently off his penis and whispered coyly, "That was fun." She grinned, then asked, "Aren't you going to join the fun?" pointing at his shiny, erection. 

With that, Aimee stood and moved to the bed. She bent over and looked back at him, beckoning him with one finger. He stood, walked over and positioned himself behind her. The sight of her firm, pussy between her spread cheeks was incredible. He began to rub and squeeze her hips and butt, letting his erection slide between her legs, brushing her thighs. He reached between her legs and began to lightly rub her pussy. He rubbed slowly and firmly, starting at her clit and moving the length of her slit. Aimee sighed, then moaned, then began to move against his hand and he felt renewed heat and moisture. By now his cock desperately wanted more attention. Bo continued to minister to her with his fingers for a while longer. As her arousal grew, she reached back and began to rub her clit with her left hand. When she did, he gently began to penetrate her with his fingers. She moaned louder, and began to move against his hand. He stepped closer, gently spreading her legs, and replacing his hand with his penis. First, he just rubbed it against her pussy. When it met her hand, she giggled softly, caressing it gently, before resuming fingering herself. As his cock rubbed her pussy, it got wetter and it aroused her even more until he slid into her. Both of them sighed. Aimee pushed her butt up more so that Bo could penetrate deeper. He took her hips in his hands and slowly began to thrust in and out, gradually deepening his strokes. Aimee moaned and pushed back. Bo arched his back, unconsciously increasing the tempo. His swollen cock throbbed and tingled as he thrust deep into Aimee. She began to moan from the stroking of his penis and her own fingers. The sight of his shaft sliding in and out of her from behind, the feel of her ass in his hands, and the sounds from their mouths and the friction of their bodies was quickly driving him crazy. 

"Oh!" she moaned, "Do it! Do it, Bo! Cum in me!" She began to pant and shake and he couldn't help but thrust faster which made her even wilder. As Aimee moaned and shook, her pussy clenched on Bo's thrusting penis. The added friction sent Bo over the edge. His penis swelled, and then began to shoot. He groaned in ecstasy as he shot his semen into her again and again. His legs shook and his cries mixed with Aimee's as he shot his seed deep into her. 

Finally, as the waves of passion subsided, he gently pulled out. Gently, he pulled her up so that they were lying on the pillows and held her against him. Aimee was spent and nearly incoherent from the two orgasms. Bo held her close as her head lolled to his chest. He smiled and wondered where this incredible night would lead.



The Minister's Wife



Nettie my girl friend was a lovely girl with nice blonde hair, a slim figure and a lovely almost wicked sense of humour. Both Nettie and I were brought up very strictly in the Methodist Church by our parents. She was the Ministers daughter, and somehow fate always ensured that we always seemed to gravitate together, whether it be with chapel outings, sitting next together in Sunday School or on organised evenings out. Naturally we grew very close in many ways and somehow it always seemed to both of us, without ever saying it that someday we would marry.

When I was eighteen I went away to University and we kept in close contact by letter and by telephone, and of course on vacations we were again almost inseparable. I must admit that I was no saint in my teens, and had a couple of brief affairs, and got into a few scrapes whilst away at University. Although I gave my body willingly in these little affairs, my heart was always at home with Nettie. Then suddenly she stopped writing and telephoning, I did not hear from her for a month, and when I did telephone, her father told me that Nettie did not want to speak to me. I could not imagine what I had done wrong, but my mother told me on the telephone later that she had become engaged to the new young Methodist Minister.

At the time it seemed to me that my whole world had fallen apart. The thought of Nettie in the arms of another man drove me crazy, and for a time I lost all faith in women. Over the next six months I deliberately embarked on a number of sordid affairs with fellow female students and one or two married women. I did not really care whether I was a marriage buster, or whether I was making them pregnant, or what happened to them afterwards. In hindsight it was almost as though I was getting my revenge on the whole female race. 

All this time strangely I never rally lost my faith, and I continued to go to the local Methodist Chapel near the University every Sunday. It was one Sunday night after the evening service that I met our local Ministers wife as I walked along the tow path by the canal. It was a lovely summers evening after a warm summers day the sun was just setting, and there were a few couples strolling along the tow path with their arms locked round one another enjoying each other and the balmy summer weather. Then I met Tina the Ministers wife walking towards me with their cocker spaniel. 

I had always had a soft spot for Tina ,or as I had nick named her in my own mind "Tiny Tina" She was as far removed from a Ministers wife that I could have ever imagined. She was only perhaps an inch or so over 5 feet tall, with a lovely vivacious personality. She seemed to dress with a flair that was a little surprising in her position as a Ministers wife, and never failed to go short on the make-up or hair does. I supposed to sum it up she lived up to fashion, with out going over the top and looking sluttish.

Rumour had it that her husband who was a few years older than her, was not in the slightest bit enamored with his wife's dress sense, which apparently caused a few ructions at the manse from time to time, and of course she made good gossip material for the local busybodies, who always found something about her to feed their insatiable appetite for gossip. But Tina was her own woman and she continued to dress with flair and carry out her role as the ministers wife for the chapel congregation in a very competent manner.

As we met I thought Tina was looking quite depressed, as usual she looked her usual lovely self but that night her lovely vivacious smile was totally missing, but for me she managed a weak smile when we met. I saw something was seriously the matter and so I said "Hi Tina what is wrong you don't look at all happy."

"Oh nothing Tony its me in one of my moods, and just being silly again. I just can not seem to do anything right for Ralph, or the local chapel gossips it seems."

"Well Tina I know that you do a lot of work for the chapel, and I think that you always seem to put 100 per cent into everything you do, so no-one can ever complain about that. Its hard for me to imagine what then can possibly be the matter?".

She looked at me, then she smiled "Bugger it Tony I will talk to you I need to talk to someone sometimes, and I hope I can trust you to be discreet , can't I?

"Of course you can, but lets walk and have a Lemonade at the Upper Lock pub where we can relax and talk in peace."

"What Tony two Methodists going into a public house on a Sunday that will give the gossips something to talk about." For just a brief moment the old smile was back. 

"Not if they are only drinking lemonade." I replied with a laugh. 

Once we were settled Tina said "I have been married three years to Ralph, but our marriage has been and still is a total disaster zone. I have always wanted children, but I firmly believe that Ralph does not really know how to do it properly. He seems to think that sex is sinful and should be done quickly and quietly after dark with the lights off, and to enjoy the sex act is in itself sinful. He does not even know how to kiss a woman properly. A chaste kiss on the cheek seems to be as far as he is prepared to go." 

As she spoke the tears started to run down her cheeks . "You see Tony I have never really loved him like I should do, and I was only persuaded to marry him by my parents, at the time I did not really know what true love was, and I must admit he seemed a nice kind man at the time so I gave in." 

"Yes, Tina I can imagine the pressure you had, as my own girl friend of many years has gone down the same path, but I don't know whether her marriage has made her happy or not ."

"After we have partaken in what he deems is sex he will sit reading the bible for several hours, as though he has to atone for his sins. Sex for us is very automatic. He will take off his clothes, get into bed and just lay on top of me, no kissing, and no foreplay, he will just shove his cock into my dry pussy - then he will wiggle up and down until he comes, and then he will get off me.. He will then either turn over and go to sleep, or sit and read the bible for a couple of hours. This happens about twice a month and never on a Sunday or any other Holy day. He has never even kissed me properly on the lips except briefly during the wedding service."

I felt so sorry for Tina as I watched the tears of frustration stream down her pretty face, smudging her make-up, that I automatically had to put my arms round her shoulders to console her. She rested her head on my shoulder and just let the tears flow. Then after about ten minutes and taking me a bit by surprise she reached up and took my face in her hands and kissed me in a long passionate kiss on the lips.

Eventually we pulled apart and Tina looked up at me and said.

"I am so sorry for that Tony." 

I took her hand and looked down at her tear rimmed eyes and said." I am not sorry Tina you can kiss me like that any time you like - please." 

Her face broke into a lovely smile and she gave a little giggly laugh.

"I hope that is a serious offer, and I may just take you up on that sometime when I get a bit low again." 

We walked slowly back to the Manse, in the growing twilight neither of us speaking very much, as I suppose we were both considering the possible implications of our long passionate kiss.

We got to the front door and Tina said "Would you like a cup of Coffee Tony?"

"What about your husband?" I asked. 

"He is not back yet, as he is preaching in your home town, and anyway I want another quick kiss."

She opened the door and let the dog loose and then Tine turned and threw her arms round my neck . Her lips fastened on to mine and she whispered. 

"You are tempting me Tony if we go on like this I shall be wanting very much more than a kiss .

"I already do." I whispered. 

The kiss was quite prolonged and very passionate. 

It was the following Saturday morning, that I next saw Tina, it was a real wet Saturday and it was pouring with rain, so I decided to stop in bed. It was almost 10.00 am when I heard the front door bell ring. Getting up out of bed I threw on my dressing gown and opened the door to see a dripping Tina standing on the step with a small suit case.

"What are you doing today Tony?" she asked as she stepped inside.

"Well nothing in particular." I said.

"You are now Tony dear. I have made a bold momentous decision I want you to make a baby in me." As she spoke she was stripping of her wet clothes outdoor clothes. Then without warning she threw herself in my arms against my naked body for another long passionate kiss.

When I came out of the shower Tina was lying there naked on my bed. I couldn't help remembering the kisses on the tow path the previous week, and her total misery that evening, I decided then that if Tina was serious and really wanted to break her marriage vows. I would give her the best lovemaking time that I was capable of. I decided to attempt to give Tina everything that she had been missing in her marriage. But before we made love I asked her again. 

"Tina are you really really one hundred per cent sure that you really want to do this?"

"Yes Tony I have thought about nothing else all week, why don't you fancy me?

"Yes Tina I fancy you very much, I have dreamt about you, but I wanted to make really sure that you knew what you were doing, and have no lingering doubts and no regrets afterwards."

"I have no doubts Tony. I wanted you to make love to me last Sunday evening. I cannot go on being married for another thirty years or so with things as they are now. I don't think that Ralph can ever change."

Now that I was sure that she knew what she wanted I knelt between her legs and pushed them apart. Tina pulled my head eagerly towards her crotch as I leaned forward. 

"Oh yes, Tony. Kiss my pussy. Please I have read and dreamed of having a man do that for me for such a long time."

My face met her pussy as I began to lap gently at her juices. Letting my tongue penetrate and explore her pussy. Tina was soon bucking her hips up against my face as I orally pleasured her. I could tell that Tina was cumming as she began to moan and thrust her hips upwards and her juices flowed copiously over my face and down on to the bed clothes. 

She pulled my face so hard against her crotch that for a time I couldn't breath. I continued to lick her pussy for a while after she climaxed until she finally pushed me away. I knelt up and was going to start fucking her missionary style, but before I could, Tina turned over onto her belly and got up on all fours. She reached between her legs for my cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. I automatically thrust forward and pushed my cock into her waiting hot wet cunt. I began to make love to her slowly and gently at first, and then with increased force. Tina moaned and thrust back against me as we made love. She seemed to be having a series of small orgasms if the sounds she was making was anything to go by.

"Oh god Tina - your pussy is so good!" I cried.

" Don't come yet!" Tina insisted. Please not yet.

I had to slow my strokes down to keep from cumming. We made love in this position for a while and then Tina slid forward on the bed and my cock popped out of her now soaking wet vagina. She turned over onto her back and placed a pillow under her hips and then spread her legs. She pulled me towards her and again I sunk my cock deep inside her. "Fuck me hard!" she cried. "I want to feel you cum inside me now." I began stroking in and out of her faster and faster. The feel of her hot tight pussy gripping my cock soon had me ready to come.

"I'm going to come now, Tina," I moaned.

Tina wrapped her legs tightly around my hips and squeezed me. My cock was forced deep inside her vagina as I began to cum. Tina's hips battered against mine as we both experienced fantastic orgasms. Her legs squeezed my hips tightly against hers as I felt her pussy contracting around my cock. Tina's hand was wrapped around my balls and she squeezed them gently, as if she was trying to milk every last drop of sperm out of them. Even as my cock wilted, Tina held me firmly against her with her strong leg muscles. I could still feel her vagina muscles milking my cock for moments after we came.

Finally Tina released me and I fell breathless onto the bed next to her. Tina lay there immobile as she willed my sperm to find their way towards her egg to fertilize it. She didn't want to move less it disturb the journey of my wiggly little sperm moving inside her womb. Tina looked at me and pulled my head towards her and gently - almost motherly - kissed me on the forehead and whispered "Tony, thank you for making love to me. I really want to have your baby."

Unexpectedly Tina stopped until the evening on the Sunday, and neither of us got dressed the whole time. I was amazed and asked her how she had arranged it. I told Ralph that I was going to stay with my sister for the weekend, as she has not been well. I primed my sister on the telephone, and we have agreed to both give the same story if we are questioned. 

The next evening as she stood at the door waiting to leave Tina looked up at me and said "Thank you so much Tony for everything I don't know how I can ever repay you. If there is anything I can ever do for you please let me know."

A sudden thought came into my head, and I started to speak it, then out of shyness I stopped. Tina sensed my indecision and said "What were you going to say?

I looked at her and I said quietly." It may sound ridiculous and I hope you will not take offence." Then I lost my nerve and stopped. I looked down at her lovely blue eyes looking up at me expectantly. I realised just how much I had come to love her in this short time, then getting my nerve up at last I said there is just one thing Tina. Will you marry me?" 

Tina dropped her case on the floor and threw her arms round my neck.

"Tony dear, its going to stir up a lot of shit, but the answer is Yes Yes Yes and Yes please, again. Lets go back to bed."

Tina only went home to pack her case the next day and our son was born six months before her divorce came through. Later we got married from my own home in my home town after I had graduated. I saw my ex girlfriend Nettie again for the first time at our wedding. Strangely Tina and Nettie got on very well, and were quite civilized about the whole affair. They talked together for a long time, afterwards Tina said to me. "Tony darling I think that your Nettie does not have the same problems I had, and is very happy with her marriage, and with a wicked grin, unless of course she was crafty like me, and she has found herself a good lover." 

The End



The Minister's Wife



A story of a weekend where a fantasy of mine became a reality. With my neighbor's wife. Mike is just a couple of weeks older then me and is the minister for the town's church. Jenny is his wife and teachers at the local school. We were your typical neighbors. We'd talk in our backyards and every now and then have dinner dates together. But I always dreamed about having one day with Jenny. Sorry this is kind of long, but I wanted to tell it all in one story so fantasies wouldn't enter into reality. This happened four years ago. Mike and me were 45, while his wife, Jenny and my wife, Betty were 44.

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My sex life went to hell after my wife fell ill. And while I constantly flirted with other women I never dreamed about cheating on Beth. She had been through enough pain without me adding to it. But while I had no plans to cheat it did not stop me from flirting.

Living in the country in a rural community of about 100 people and only having two other houses anywhere near us, it made it real easy for me to live my life in comfort as a nudist. The only time I had something on is when the step-daughter was home. And usually I wore gold sparkly underwear which she had got me for Christmas. Hell, I even wore them to mow the lawn or work in the garden. And anytime when I knew neither of the neighbors were home the underwear were no where to be found. 

I'd flirt with my step-daughter's friends. My favorite ones were Eve who fit the midwestern fit of a cowgirl and Nancy who could be passed off as my step-daughter's sister. Whenever they were around I'd drop my shorts lower then normal, showing off half my butt and you could see my short pubic hair.

But the one I truly fantasized about was our neighbor Jenny. She and her husband Mike were pretty good friends of ours and we often chatted in our back yards when we were playing in our gardens. But Jenny and Mike weren't your typical neighbors. Mike was the town minister and Jenny taught first grade. They were our age, in fact Mike is exactly two weeks older then me.

Through the years, Mike got more active with the town affairs and with Beth's illness, it was just me and Jenny taking care of our yards and our gardens. Jenny was nothing special to look at but I loved her body. She has long light brown hair that is usually in a pony tail. I guess the best way to describe her butt is round. It's nothing special but it has a unique bounce when she walks - it's very hypnotizing. She's about 5'10" tall with a lovely rack. Her boobs look like water balloons. They don't look firm, but they look like they'd be perfect pillows. If I had to guess she probably weighs about 160 pounds and she's 36-28-38. She just looks so cuddly and pure.

I'd be on my hands and knees weeding the garden and watch her about 100 feet away working in her garden. Her and Mike seem to accept the fact that I didn't like clothes and they never said it bothered them when I worked in my underwear. As time moved on I started flirting with her the way I flirted with my step-daughter's friends. The underwear dropped a little more and I went out of my way to "accidentally" have my dick slip out on occasion.

And after a few years of light talk and me wearing just my underwear, Jenny started to change too. She went from wearing old jeans and a long sleeve shirt to shorts and a sleeveless top. One day I got a little bold and said, "Jenny can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure you can ask but it doesn't mean I will answer?" Her head looking down at the dirt she was playing with around her tomatoes. 

"Have you lost a little weight? You really look," I paused for a second and added, "Nice."

She rose her head with a smile and said, "Thanks Dave for noticing. I've lost about ten pounds and hope to lose ten more." Then her attention went back to playing with her plants. 

I stood up and walked over to her garden and laid some praise on her green thumb, while trying to look down her shirt at those tits that I've jerked off to more then once. This was a first for me. While I paraded around our yard in my underwear I had never ventured out of the yard just wearing them.

I was already in Jenny's garden before I realized that maybe I've taken wearing only my underwear a bit too far. I could sense Jenny's uneasiness and went from trying to get a quick view of her tits to squatting down and saying, "You're planting the potatoes to deep. Here let me show you." And I took her little hand shovel and began digging in the dirt. "You just want them a little ways under the dirt... then they'll grow faster."

I ended up planting most of them for her and she seemed to relax a bit and asked, "What about seeds? How far do I dig for them?" And I stood up and grabbed her hoe and started making a line to plant her cucumbers. I thought we were getting along really swell until I noticed that Jenny halfway turned her back towards me and I looked down and my dick was sticking out of my underwear. There was no doubt that she got to see it all.

"Oh... I'm sorry." And I stuck him back inside and said, "It's alright I put him away." Jenny let out a nervous giggle and kept working in the dirt.

It was quiet for a little bit and she finally asked, "It don't bother you at all that I saw your penis?" Penis? Man I haven't called my cock that since grade school sex ed classes. But I also have never let a minister's wife see it either.

"No it don't bother me at all, in fact, if I knew I wouldn't get arrested, I'd never wear anything at all." This conversation with Jenny was starting to get me hard and now I was getting a little uncomfortable. If I knew she wouldn't scream I'd probably start jacking off right there, but I thought better of it.

"Well, I better get back to my garden. I think you've got everything under control." And I headed back to my garden but I didn't stop. Instead I kept walking right into the garage and dropped my drawers and started playing with myself. I snuck over to the window and began jacking off as I watched Jenny still working in her garden. On her hands and knees she kept digging little holes and planting her veggies and with every movement I watched as her tits swayed from side to side. In no time at all I shot my load over the garage floor.

I put my underwear back on and went back out to the garden. Jenny smiled and said, "I thought you quit for awhile."

"No.. I just needed to get a drink. Now I'm refreshed and ready to get back to work." Though I didn't get too much done. I planted a little and starred a lot. But Jenny kept right on working like I wasn't even there. And as she kept planting more and more I went from watching her boobs jiggling back and forth to her ass starring at me. She would rearrange her knees and one hip would swing out and I thought how great it would be to fuck her just like that.

But then my thoughts changed to wondering if her and Mike ever fucked that way or were they strictly missionary style? Did the minister and his wife ever do anything wild and kinky? My daydreaming didn't warn me that Jenny was getting up and turning around. "Well that's enough for me." And I snapped back into reality as Jenny starred at me with my hand inside my shorts playing with myself. Then she said, "Mike will be home in a bit... I guess I should go make supper. Bye." As she talked I took my hand out of my shorts and tried to act like I had an itch and began itching my stomach. But as I watched her walk back towards her home, I looked at those white legs and that round bubble butt of hers, my hand quickly went back inside my draws.

I'm sure anyone who saw her wouldn't give her a second look, but there was something about her that just got me horny all the time. I went in the house and Beth had supper made and I told her that I got the radishes planted, as well as the peas, beans, and tomatoes. I didn't mention that Jenny was out there too.

That night I went to bed and closed my eyes and saw the startled look in Jenny's eyes as she saw my dick. And I got hot because she didn't run away, nor did she quit starring right away. For the next three days I hurried home for work and began trying to find the sexiest underwear I owned to work in the garden. But every time I went out, I was alone, Jenny was no where to be seen.

While I was depressed, I also knew that it would be a long summer and sooner or later I would get to drool over my fantasy woman. A couple of weeks past and I did my gardening by myself. It's amazing how beautiful my garden was turning out with no one to stare at!

But that changed on a hot Saturday morning. On the weekends I tried to get my outdoor work done before the sun got to hot. So I was outside by 8 o'clock. It was already 80 degrees when I got outside. I'd forgotten by Jenny it had been over a month since I seen her and thought that my accidental showing of my pecker chased her away. But then I looked up and there she was. A garden hose in her hand watering her plants.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "Good morning stranger." I'll say! Not only was it good to see her again but she had become even more liberal in her outdoor wear. She was wearing loose beige colored shorts and a red bikini top. It was the most skin I had ever seen from her. Every little roll of excess fat was right before my eyes and Jenny didn't seem to be embarrassed by it at all. Her skin was still a bright white, but my desire for her intensified seeing her in that outfit. The top looked like it was a couple sizes to small and the strings almost looked like they were cutting into her skin. And the cups on the bikini showed more of her tits then they covered.

My eyes got bigger and I said, "Good morning. You look comfortable. It's good to see someone else enjoying some sun worshipping." She let out a nervous giggle and went back to watering. I sat in the dirt with one leg crossed under me and the other stretched out. I began digging up some turnips and asked, "You've been getting anything yet from your garden?"

Jenny looked up and said, "Pulled the radishes last week and some carrots..." then she noticed the size of my turnips and said, "Wow those are big." And she shut off her water and walked over towards me. And once again, quite by accident, she lined herself up in position to see my dick. "Dave your penis..."

"Shit... sorry." And I moved my leg and rearranged my underwear and acted like nothing happened. "I've even picked some tomatoes." And Jenny turned her head to look at the tomato plants and I just stared at her body and my mind began wandering on how I would love to see her nude and just having my hands wandering over every inch of that body. And as I sat on the ground I could feel my cock getting hard and I moved around again so hopefully Jenny wouldn't notice.

We talked for a little bit more and she went back to her garden and started pulling weeds. First she faced me, with her legs spread wide she leaned down and started weeding. I swear that one strong wind gust and her tits would fly out of her tight bikini. Then she turned around and got in the same position, this time with her ass facing me. And as she leaned down, those loose shorts got tight and I had the best view of her butt ever. With her in this position I also got another unique view of her tits which were hanging down in front of her ass.

That was it! I had to get out of there! So I headed to the garage which was maybe ten feet from the garden. I always have the back door wide open when I'm working in the garden. I can just head through the door and get what tools I need and get back to work. When you enter the garage you enter my workshop. And it's also kind of my own playroom. Besides all my tools being in there, I also have an old TV, which at times I use to watch old porno tapes I have. And to watch these shows I have an old couch against one wall.

So anyway I head into the garage and right away I strip off my underwear and peak out the window and start jerking off watching Jenny. Damn... what is it about this lady that just makes me want to fuck her eyes out? I don't know, but right then I really didn't care. I watched her for a little bit and grabbed my favorite outside toy - an empty gallon juice container. 

I grabbed some lotion and poured a large amount over my dick and stuck it in the container. And began squeezing the plastic jug creating a vacuum and giving me a great blowjob. That container has given me some great head over the years, or if I stuck it in between the couch cushions it provided me with a good fuck.

But right then I wanted a blowjob. I laid on the couch and closed my eyes and visioned Jenny on her knees before me, wearing that tight red bikini top sucking my dick. I grabbed the container with both hands and squeezed it as I pulled it off my dick and then released the pressure as I slid it back down.

I was really enjoying it when, "Dave, I was wonder..." and the voice stopped. Standing by the garage door was Jenny. There was no hiding my hard-on nor my nudity. I just froze, laying on that dirty old couch, both hands on the container and a rock hard dick in it. Jenny froze too. She didn't move away, nor move closer, she just stood there starring at my dick.

A couple of minutes past and I was still hard and neither one of us said a thing. I finally broke the silence, "Well... can I... finish jacking-off?"

"I'm sorry... I should go."

"You can stay and watch if you want too."

"I..." Jenny didn't know what to do or say. She hadn't moved and still hadn't made eye contact with me. She just starred at my dick. I slowly started moving the container up and down on my cock and was amazed when Jenny looked out the garage door and then looked back at me and moved a couple of feet closer. "Will you... take that off of it?"

I wasn't really sure what she was asking me. I kept slowly going up and down and was actually enjoying having someone watch me. "What do you want me to do?"

Then she spoke fast, "Take that jug off your penis." Without any thought I pulled the plastic jug off my dick and at the last second there was a popping sound as the vacuum was broken. Jenny starred at my hard dick with a half open mouth. I really think she was in a state of shock as I grabbed my oily and shiny dick and gently stroked it. I used my fist and pumped myself from the base right to the end of my purple head. And every time I went back down to the base I used my forefinger and thumb and squeezed my dick. The veins would pop out and my cock seemed to get another half inch bigger.

I changed my position on the couch. I went from laying down to sitting at one end. Jenny didn't run so I pressed my luck. "You've seen me nude, don't you think I deserve the same."

"I can't do that! I'm married."

"So am I but I'm nude for you and I'm even giving you a show."

"I can't take my clothes off in front of you." And I kept playing with myself and getting more excited. She was still there and hadn't come right out and said no way.

So I came up with an idea. The garage is 30 feet long and 20 wide. It's a good size garage. The front end houses our two cars. The back half where we were has a four wood wide door for the riding mower and my workshop. The couch is on one side and on the other side is an L-shape workbench. In the middle of the back half of the garage is an island. On the side facing the work bench is my tool boxes and a peg board with other tools. On the other side are my nails, nuts, bolts, and stuff like that. It is 6 feet tall and four foot wide. My idea? I pointed to this island and said, "Go on the other side of that and take your clothes off. I won't see you doing it."

Again to my surprise Jenny didn't run away. She looked at me, then back outside and finally behind that island. She looked back at me and said, "No one can ever know about this."

"Who am I going to tell? You think I want anyone to know that you seen me fucking a plastic jug?"

She went behind the wall and said, "I wish you'd stop talking like that... you were... masturbating... not.. you know."

"Fucking myself?"

"Dave, I'll leave now if you don't quit it."

Shit I was to close to having a fantasy become a reality and didn't want to blow it because of a word so I said, "Sorry." And there was an anxious silence in the garage. I could hear Jenny moving around behind the wall and was getting to the point that I wanted to run around that wall and see my neighbor undressing. But I waited. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. "Everything alright?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Mike is the only man to ever see me without my clothes on."

I started talking to the wall, "I'm honored. But I'm curious how many men have you seen nude."

"Mike... and... now... you." And as she finished speaking she turned the corner. Her arms crossed across her chest and she still had on some granny panties. To be honest, that first look told me that she looked better dressed then nude. She had three little rolls on her stomach that seemed a little wider without her shorts on. But I wasn't disappointed. My neighbor - a minister's wife - was standing in my garage wearing only her panties.

I patted the couch and asked, "Want to join me?" Jenny again looked out the door and slowly walked over to the couch, her arms still protecting those melons of hers. She seemed a lot bigger now then before. If I had to guess she had at least 38C's, with a 32 inch waist, and 38 inch hips. And seeing her like this I probably have under estimated her weight. She was, again guessing, 190-200 pounds, but at 5-10 she looked big not fat.

She sat down on the couch and just starred straight ahead. "Relax... I'm not going to hurt you." She let out a nervous giggle. And I gently touched her forearm and asked, "When do I get to see those wonderful tits of yours?"

She turned her head and said, "They're breasts - not tits."

"Sorry... when will I see those gorgeous breasts of yours?" And as I finished I put my hand around her forearm and slowly started moving it away. She looked in my eyes and let me move her arm. And I rested her hand on my thigh. I let go of her arm and it didn't move. I thought to myself one down and one to go. I grabbed hold of her other forearm and began moving it. I was going wild inside thinking Jenny was now topless for me, but I still hadn't spent any time looking at them as we just starred in each other's eyes. I rested that hand on her thigh.

I broke eye contact first and looked at those giant tits. They sagged down and her areolas were the size of a silver dollar and her nipples were already hard and waiting for some attention. Every move I made I did slow. Besides being my neighbor, I enjoyed our friendship Beth and I had with Mike and Jenny. And I didn't want to destroy that friendship with this fantasy.

I raised my eyes from Jenny's huge tits and went back up to her eyes. She was still starring at me and hadn't moved at all. I took hold of her hand on my thigh and again slowly began moving it up to my pecker. And I closed her hand around it, then grabbed her wrist and started moving her hand up and down on my dick. "Oooohhh... that's it Jenny... your hand feels great." And I removed my hand from her wrist and she kept going. Now it was my turn.

I used my forefinger and gently massaged one of her nipples with it. As it grew, I moved over to the other one and started giving it the same gentle treatment. I started to lean in to hopefully exchange spit. But Jenny stopped me. "I shouldn't be doing this... but there is no way we are going to kiss. I... I don't love you." That was fine with me. If this some how justified her love for her husband, I could handle not burying my tongue in her mouth.

So my eyes again returned to those huge saggy tits. I quit teasing her nipples and grabbed her boob and squeezed it. It felt like a water balloon. As I squeezed it, my fingers were spread apart as her boobs just seemed to be going everywhere. She let out a low moan and for the first time she broke eye contact with me. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the back on the couch. I opened my hand and moved them in a circular fashion over one boob and then slid over to the other. She let out low moans but for the most part she was extremely quiet. And she continued giving nice slow massage to my dick.