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The Pastor's Wife Ch. 02

By: Peter Duncan



She heard the door close and heard Barts' feet tip-toeing down the three steps then heard his feet on the pavement as he broke into a jog. Relieved that he had gotten away undetected she relaxed, laid back and rubbed her hand on the spot on the mattress where the young man had been sleeping. It was 4:15. 

For the first time in her life her body was sexually sated. Why couldn't it have ever been that way with Phillip, she thought, tears welling in her eyes? How many times had she wished that Phillip would have ravished her the way this stranger, and such a young stranger, did? 

She would have thought that the fact that Bart and she were such strangers would have made sex awkward. Perhaps it was because Bart had admitted to numerous such experiences that made it come together so seamlessly. Also, she had felt kind of motherly feeling for him; maybe that was it. Whatever it was, she had been incredibly hungry. Perhaps that hunger had made her unaware of any feeling of unease. Their initial coming together took the edge off that hunger but then made her even more ravenous.

Until yesterday it had only been a fantasy, a fantasy she expected, most women married had imagined. Then, last night, the fantasy became real...and it lasted into the morning. 

But her fantasy was always with a man her age or slightly older, or slightly younger. Never in her wildest dreams would it have ever been someone as young as Bart... only a year older than her son, Malcolm. True, she had had fleeting fantasies about Malcolm, always with a sense of supreme guilt, knowing such a thing would never happen. Maybe, she thought, had it been with an older man it would have been more awkward. But, would that have made it more right?

As long as it was merely fantasy it was personal, within the depths of her mind. Only she knew. But now she had done it...committed a terrible sin. The thought of being unfaithful to her husband made her feel like such an incredible cheat. But hadn't she begged him so many times over the years to be more attentive? Did I really tell him, she asked herself? I did, and asked him at least three times to seek marriage counseling. 

I'm a slut, she thought. I've broken my marriage vows. She prayed, knowing above all else that God would forgive her. If she were Catholic she could confess to a priest. He would say, "Go out my child and sin no more." She was unsettled and tired. She slid her hand again over the spot on the mattress beside her, vowing that she wouldn't do it again. Her thoughts became muddled and she fell into a deep sleep.

Agatha awoke just before noon. She stretched and winced at the soreness between her legs then remembered how thick Bart's erecting penis was and how many times he had thrust it inside her. She pushed on her abdomen and tested the soreness but it was isolated to her vaginal muscles. It was a hurt she had never felt before and it felt good to her. She sighed and said, "Too bad I won't be able to do it again."

Lying on the beach was different that day. It was as if she had been massaged inside and out and she felt totally relaxed. She didn't look at others in the same way has she had the day before. But today her eyes searched the life guard towers. She wanted to see if she could find Bart...to see if he was as she remembered him. But she couldn't find him. The sun baked her and she felt warm and relaxed, disappointed in a way, but safe. 

It was 2:30. She hadn't eaten and needed something. Walking the short distance to a stand on the boardwalk she ordered a hotdog and a coke. As she was putting condiments on the hotdog she heard laughter behind her and turned. There were two lifeguards and two young girls, gorgeous in their bikinis. Both of the lifeguards had their backs to her but, by the mop of blond hair she recognized Bart, and her stomach flopped like she had just gone over the first crest of a roller coaster. Bart glanced over at her without so much as an acknowledgement and seemed to move the other three away from where she was standing. 

Agatha was hurt. After all the things he had said to her last night. Was she just another one of his "older women" conquests? She watched as the four young people, laughing and joking, walked away. She eyed the two girls, both with slim, hour-glass figures...watched their shapely bottoms swinging seductively...knew they were strutting their stuff...knew these were the kind of girls a young man like Bart really wanted to be with. 

She put her hand on the pooch of her belly, pursed her lips and shook her head. "Stop trying to fool yourself. You're not Aggie; you're Agatha, just an old woman." Her breath shot from her nostrils and she whispered in disgust, "You're such a slut!"

In the evening she found herself in the same outdoor restaurant as the previous night, eating at the same table by the railing, where Bart had approached her. All day she had convinced herself that it was only a fling, a one night stand for him...and, for that matter, for her, her only stand. She had realized her fantasy and could now go back to being the dutiful preacher's wife. Her feeling of hurt at being ignored by Bart on the boardwalk had been massaged by philosophical practicality. She accepted a sleazy episode of her life and vowed she'd never repeat it. But, try as she might, she couldn't get the pictures out of her head at what she and Bart had done. The tenderness between her legs persisted and the feeling of raw sex was still on her mind.

Agatha had slept 'til almost noon, and on the beach had basked in the sun all afternoon. She came home from the beach about 4:30 and took a two hour nap. It was just after ten o'clock. The Mets had just won their game and she had turned off the TV. Being alone was a luxury she had never had before, and she was lavishing in it. She had been on retreats with other women from the church. But had never been alone, just by herself. 

She was wide awake and couldn't get last night off her mind. Trying to erase her actions she smiled, shook her head, and jibed, "Aggie...you slut." Then, as Agatha, she repented of what she had done and considered how she was going to live with it. Telling Phillip about it would serve no useful purpose and would probably be more hurtful than helpful. She had learned a lesson and she hoped it would make her a better, more understanding person. As a minister's wife, she reasoned, she could be helpful in talking with women who had similar cravings and were having difficulties in their marriages. Perhaps, she thought, this is the Lord's way of making me more responsive to other women.

She went to bed and was reading, thinking that she was so wide awake that she would probably get half way through her book. There was a noise in the and her heart fell into her stomach. It was the doorknob at the back entrance. The door was locked. Maybe she was just jumpy and had been mistaken about the noise. Then, there was a light tapping on the door. 

In order to get to the phone she had to go into the kitchen. She was frightened. The tapping stopped. With her heart in her throat she got out of bed and made for the kitchen, picked up the phone and heard the dial tone. At the same time she heard a voice just outside the door. 

"Aggie," it said, just loudly enough to be heard. "Aggie," the voice said again and, biting her lip, she put the phone back in its cradle. 

A flush surged throughout her body and the words echoed in her brain, Aggie, you're a slut. All the conversation she had had with herself about what she did yesterday and how it was going to affect her life got filed in a different folder and she went to the door. It was Bart. She opened the door and her heart surged. She wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to take him by the hand and run back to the bedroom. 

Another voice in her brain said, You're really not a slut Agatha. "What on earth are you doing here Bart?" Agatha said. "Come in before someone sees you." The light was out in the kitchen. She shut the door and coaxed him to the side. "What has gotten into you?" She said it in a scolding way but almost pinched herself to prove she wasn't dreaming. 

"You said that we could do it again tonight Aggie," he said, with a sheepish grin on his face. 

"It won't work Bart. Last night should never have happened. I'm a married woman. I'm over twice your age. I'm married to a minister. I think you should leave...now!" The voice inside her head said, "Slut," and laughed.

Bart, his eyes looking straight into hers, didn't move. "I know you're upset with me Aggie. I had to ignore you today. I wanted to talk with you so badly but I didn't want to take the chance of anybody else finding out about you and me."

Her knees almost buckled and she asked herself how a near teenager could be having this kind of effect upon her. But the soreness in her vagina, and the warmth that surrounded it told her why. "I, I thought you said you told your friends about me ...that I looked like your aunt."

He shook his head and breathed through his nose. "She doesn't exist Aggie. I only told you that so I could start a conversation with you. I saw you on the beach yesterday and just wanted see you up close ...to talk with you."

The voice of reason in her mind said, you're not a slut Agatha. She hardened herself again and said, "And fuck me? So you could have another hash mark on you sleeve? So you can tell some other old woman about the minister's wife you fucked?"

He blinked and swallowed. "I, I just thought you were beautiful Aggie. I just wanted to talk with you." His eyes were pleading. "I, I...I wouldn't be human if I didn't think about it Aggie. But I swear I just wanted to talk with you." He bit his lip then said, "Aggie, you made it so easy for me."

You slut, the voice said again. She wanted to resist but the hurt look on Bart's face opened her heart. Agatha wanted to insist that he leave, to open the door, to push him out. But Aggie wanted him to stay. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead, his nose, his cheeks and lips. Bart responded, hugging her, then cupping the cheeks of her ass, pulled her against him. She felt the rising throb of his rapidly growing erection as it swelled against her. Agatha was sent to her room.

His right hand went below the short hem of her cotton nightgown and she spread, allowing his fingers wet access to her glistening lips. You're a slut Aggie, the voice said again and she responded, Fuck you, sliding her hands inside Bart's blue life guard trunks, wrapping her fingers around the thick phallus that last night had stretched her so unmercifully.

She thought after last night's romp that she might be more restrained. But she moaned and squirmed when his finger skated in her pussy. She wanted his cock inside her so badly, but wanted to show him how grateful she was that he was with her, instead of the young girl in the bikini. Peeling the elastic waistband of his trunks over his hips, she pulled them down. His stiff erection caught in the band and snapped up, slapping on his belly. It's so hard, she thought. 

Her arms slid to his ass and she dropped to her knees, took his fat cock in her mouth and sucked and licked and sucked until he froze and quivered, until his knees buckled and his warm sperm surged into her mouth. She swallowed then looked up into his eyes, her lips coming off the head of his cock, stretching gossamer threads of semen that snapped when she lowered her head and suckled his balls.

Prior to this week, even in her wildest imaginings, she never considered this kind of eating in the kitchen. But, as she lay with the soles of her feet propped on the edge of the table, her nightgown up to her belly, her inner thighs being tickled by Bart's ears, she floated in the ambience of her pussy being laved by his soft tongue. Every sensation was being delighted: her electrically charge clitoris, the sound of Bart's primal grunts and slurps, the aroma of her own pussy on his fingers that caressed her lips. She was on fire. Swallowing his cum hadn't appealed to her last night, until she had done it. Tonight, it tasted garlicky, last night it didn't. The kinkiness of having done it a second time flipped another switch and propelled her into a sexual jet stream. 

Bart was naked on the bed and Aggie was on her knees. His limp cock was in her mouth. But even limp, it was a mouthful. As she suckled him her lips gathering the loose skin of his penis into wrinkles and let them spring back, the thick mass beginning to pulsate and take up more room in her mouth. She had never even considered it before but she reached under his balls, slid her middle finger on the space behind them and tickled his asshole. She rimmed it and pressed, feeling his sphincter close around her first knuckle. The excitement of such a kinky discovery triggered a mini orgasm which quickly passed. 

He was hard again and this time Aggie wanted to assert herself. She wanted to fuck Bart rather than being fucked by him. She had never been on top before and was eager to look down into her lover's eyes. "I want to be on top baby," she said. "I want to fuck you," To accommodate her Bart rolled on his back in the middle of the bed, his stubby peg pointing to the ceiling. Riveting his eyes she straddled him. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. "Not yet," she murmured brushing them aside and, in an animated voice, said, "I want to be able to see you going inside me." 

Grasping his bulky cock she moved her hips forward, slid the purple head along her slippery trough until it dipped into the dent of her hole. Completing the socket she bent her head forward to see the miracle of sexual penetration and pressed downward. She watched. As his purple head popped inside her vaginal ring she breathed a reverse whoosh through the tightened circle of her lips. Then, tilting her head back, like a she wolf baying for her mate, she surrendered to gravity, letting the walls of her slippery pussy clutch the bulky organ, slowly massaging it as her body impaled itself on him. Watching it disappear and feeling it fill her cunt she matched its progress with a long "AAAAHHHH."

She just wanted to feel him inside her for a while so she lowered her breasts to his chest, feeling his curly chest hair tickling her nipples, and flattened her soft globes against his muscular body. At the same time she hooked his calf muscles with the backs of her ankles, put her arms around his neck and touched his nose with hers. As she gazed into his encouraging eyes the sensation of his thick cock inside her was indescribable...just wonderful. Aggie wanted to fuck Bart, to ride him. 

But she needed to savor their togetherness. Their lips touched. She felt his hands cupping her ass, gently spreading her cheeks and she winced as his finger flicked her anus. His warm body beneath her, his cock in the clutch of her pussy, his breath on her neck, highlighted by the sensual tingling of her asshole, held her suspended in a netlike nimbus. They kissed again, their lips softly cushioning, their tongues cavorting in lingual play. 

Bart, for such a young person, was incredibly patient. Aggie knew his experience with older women taught him valuable lessons, lessons from which she was benefiting. She thought that all young men should be trained in this way. She knew he wanted to move. He wiggled his hips beneath the press of her ass, angling his cock left and right, leveraging pleasing pressure as it did, exciting Aggie's need to fuck.

She untangled her ankles from Bart's legs, pushed on his shoulders with her hands and raised herself in the saddle. With the tip of her tongue protruding between the corners of her lips she raised up. Bart's cock, like the plunger of a tire pump, sucked out, the stretched walls of Aggie's pussy closing behind his swollen head, sending shivers from the back of her neck to the tips of her little toes. 

She closed her eyes, touching the center of her ovalled lip with the tip of her tongue, sucking air through her nostrils at the thrilling sensation of Bart's engorged pole inflaming the total circumference of her sexual core. Her ass flattened on Bart's thighs and he bucked, impelling her rise.

His cock massaged her insides, exciting her g-spot, which ballooned with each stroke. She knew from last night that Bart had tremendous staying power and as she rode, like a bronc rider, up and down, again and again, her ass slapped his pommeled saddle and she rubbed her tits and flipped her hair, each stroke bringing her closer to an explosion. 

She knew that Bart was holding back and wondered if she wasn't being selfish in withholding her own climax. But she knew that their combined orgasms would be an ecstatic tightening and a sudden release, the surging infusion of his young semen and the deluge of her own eruption that would be a surreal journey. It would leave a sexual emollient, an ointment for their inflamed parts and a pheromone for their next ascent. 

Up and down, slap! slap! slap! She bit her lip and sucked air through her nostrils, striving to extend her boundaries before she hurtled over the edge. She clamped her teeth and, with the fuse sputtering toward the charge, wondered if this would be the only week in her life she would attain sexual satisfaction. She thought of Phillip and silently begged him, please! Then, she closed her eyes and let go.

It started like a cramp in her uterus, the kind she had experienced at the start of her periods. It erased all sound and made the room a vacuum. Her eyes captured Bart's lips moving in slow motion. She read the words as he bucked up hard, his eyes like headlights and his pupils circled in white. But the words were on the other side of a canyon. 

Her cramp, like a giant balloon released its air and she felt that her extremities, her fingers, her toes, her scalp were being sucked in with the escaping air and that she would be turned inside-out. But it was like someone was intermittently stopping the air with his fingers and her insides jerked and released. 

She felt the surge from her bursting g-spot as the words that Bart's lips had formed echoed in her ears, Oh Aggieeeee, Fucccccccccck, Ohhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh! And she felt her warm cum squirt past her tightened o-ring, flooding Bart's stomach and balls. She felt his cum slicken her gripping passage as she continued riding his huge, driving cock. 

As she desperately fucked the warm body below she heard her own banshee-like shrieks echoing in her ears, feeling the gouts of air still escaping from the balloon, but with decreasingly powerful spurts. With silent laughter she formed the words, "I'm melting, I'm melting." The walls of the room started closing in and she viewed Bart's face through a telescope that narrowed, narrowed to a pin point and finally closing to black.

She awoke and felt a balmy body behind her, a hard but pulsing warmth between her legs, and an arm between her arm and her side. A hand gently fondled her breast and fingers tenderly rolled her nipple as if they were fine tuning a radio program. She felt soft lips kissing her shoulders and neck, and a voice that whispered, "I love you Aggie."

She squeezed her eyelids tight, not wanting tears to escape. The words that she had thought earlier in the evening came into her mind again, "Please Phillip." She didn't want this night to end. And, if there were more nights, she didn't want this week to end and send her back into a world of sexual desolation. The words echoed again, Please Phillip. She was not the same woman who came down on the train just a day ago. And she knew that, one way or the other, whether it was Phillip or somebody else, she was not going to get old and dried up without discovering what her body was capable of. "I love you too Bart," she whispered. "You have shown me so much."

"And there is so much more," he murmured. "There is so much more..."

The Pastor's Wife Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Brazil

Kevin arrived in Rio in the afternoon a day before he had to meet with his Brazilian business partners so he could take in some of the sights. His hotel was right on Copacabana beach, so he figured he'd start by taking a walk on the beach. 

As he strolled down the beach he was amazed by all the hot women wearing thongs showing off their tanned tight asses and how many were even topless. Some were lying on their stomachs showing with only the hint of string wedged between their ass cheeks. Others were on their backs showing off their perfectly formed and tanned bare breasts and the smallest triangle of fabric covering their cleanly waxed kitties. 

It wasn't hard to separate the locals from the foreigners. Like Kevin, they were pale and generally well covered compared to the well-tanned barely covered Brazilians. 

One foreigner sunbather caught Kevin's eye. She appeared to be in her 40's and was lying on her back wearing a rather conservative two-piece bathing suit. She obviously had full breasts as they were spilling out of the sides of the bra top. Her wide-brimmed hat was over her face so Kevin took his time as he approached her and slowed down for a better look. The first thing he noticed was that she didn't have a bikini wax as her pubic hair was sticking out of her bottoms. As he walked in front her, her legs were slightly separated and her bikini bottoms were just a bit too big allowing him an almost full view of her bush. In fact, he was sure he could make out the pink of her pussy lips through the dark hair.

Kevin's eyes scanned this foreigner's body and he noticed a series of moles that looked so familiar that they stopped him in his tracks. Could it be? Was this the pastor's wife he had chatted with online? The one who he had met for coffee and ended up making love to in his RV in the restaurant parking lot?

Kevin turned and walked up beside her and said her name, Julie. She immediately sat up and moved her hat from her face to her head and sure enough it was Julie. Kevin sat down beside her and asked what in the world she was doing in Brazil. Apparently she and her pastor husband had been missionaries in Brazil years earlier and her husband had been invited back to speak at a conference.

They sat on the beach for a long time recalling their first encounter at the restaurant and the fun in the RV that followed. It was obvious that both were getting excited by the conversation and Julie's hard nipples were clearly visible through her top and Kevin hardening cock was bulging under his baggy swimsuit. Unfortunately, Julie had to leave and meet her husband, but she would be free that evening as the good pastor addressed the conference. They agreed to meet at Meli Melo, a hot dance club where Julie promised Kevin she would teach him to Samba. 

Kevin arrived at the beachfront club Meli Melo around 8 o'clock that evening. The club was hopping; Latin music was being played by a live band and the dance floor was filled with beautiful women dancing up and down with each other with an occasional man in the middle.

He scanned the room for Julie, spotting her standing alone near the bar. She looked incredible wearing a flirty black and white Cabana dress with a handkerchief hem and a spaghetti strap top that buttoned in the front with a plunging neckline that only barely held her beautiful untethered breasts in place. As Kevin walked toward Julie she smiled broadly and did a little dance spin that lifted her dress, revealing her fabulous legs that definitely went all the way up.

They embraced each other and Kevin's hands immediately were enjoying the touch of her soft skin her backless dress provided. He also made a point to hold her close so he could feel those beautiful breasts pressed up against his chest.

Julie asked if he was ready for his first Samba lesson and the walked out onto the dance floor hand in hand. Julie explained to Kevin that they would face each other with his right hand on her waist and left hand holding hers. His first step would be right foot forward, followed by his left joining his right foot. His left foot would then move back followed by his right. While she did that, Julie would be mirroring his moves.

They began to move to the music. Kevin was a bit clumsy at first, but soon was getting into the rhythm of the dance. As he became more proficient, Julie started adding a little more to her movements. It wasn't long before she was no longer standing directly opposite Kevin but a little to one side. As she stared into Kevin's eyes, Julie's legs were now stepping between Kevin's and she started pulling him in closer so he could feel her pelvis grinding on his leg with each step. It was clear Kevin was enjoying the naughty steps of the pastor's wife as he made sure his leg stepped fully into her pelvis so she could feel the swelling in his groin.

It wasn't long before they were only listening to their own music as they moved back and forth on each others legs. Things were really heating up in there; beads of perspiration formed on their foreheads and they knew they need to get some air and privacy. They stepped outside the club and began to walk down the beach to the waters edge.

Kevin asked if she wanted to sit for a minute, so he took off his jacket and laid it on the sand for her to sit on. She sat down and leaned back on her hands with one leg out and the other with her knee bent, alluringly shaking her head to adjust her curly dark hair. As Kevin sat down beside Julie he was imagining he was Burt Lancaster and she Deborah Kerr in From Here to Eternity lying on the beach. With that, he leaned in and gave her the deep, passionate kiss they both were yearning for.

Julie reclined back onto the sand as they kissed. Kevin's hand was now on her outer thigh moving up to her hip, enjoying the smooth, soft feel of her skin. His hand moved around to her ass where he discovered she was wearing a thong. His strong hand gripped her ass, pulling her over on top of him as he rolled back. As they continued to kiss, Julie straddled Kevin rubbing her moist pussy against his now hard cock as he held her ass with both his hands now. Their kisses were voracious, almost devouring each other as their simmering passion was quickly coming to a boil.

Kevin's hands moved up Julie's back under her dress, pulling it along with his hands. Julie's hand was on Kevin's pants feeling his hard cock through his pants and then unbuckling his belt. Kevin pulled Julies dress off over her head revealing her enormous breasts swaying over his face. He quickly picked up his head so he could fill his mouth with her breast. She then teasingly swayed them across his face letting his tongue flick her rock hard nipples with each pass.

Julie then moved back so she could finish opening his pants and pulled them off. Kevin graciously had forgotten to wear any underwear so he hard cock sprung up as she did so. With his pants off, Julie moved her hands back up his legs until they reached his balls and cock. She grabbed hold of his hard throbbing cock and slowly and gently began to stroke it. She bent over and began to caress just the tip of his swollen member, swirling her tongue around the rim causing his cock to reach maximum volume.

As she continued to stroke him, she allowed her caresses to become little sucks. Then with each down stroke she let his cock fill more of her mouth. Kevin's moans of pleasure grew louder with each stroke until his moans changed to oooooo's. Julie was now fully filling her mouth with his manhood; up and down, much to the delight of Kevin whose fingers were running through her hair as she pleasured him.

But Kevin didn't want to cum and have things end so he pulled Julie up and rolled her on her back. He began to caress her neck giving her little bites as he did, all while his hands were holding her sumptuous breasts. His kisses soon moved lower until he again filled his mouth with her breasts. 

Holding a breast in each hand, he pulled them close together so he could play with nipples, quickly alternating between each. His tongue flicked each nipple in rapid succession as he shook his head back and forth. Then he began to give each breast long sucks; each one beginning deep, pulling back until only the tip of her nipple was held firmly between his lips. Then each suck ended with her hard nipples held between his teeth with a light gnashing that caused Julie to arch her back in delight.

Kevin kissed her breasts adios and let his kisses begin their journey down her stomach. His hands preceded his kisses southward until they hook onto the strings of her thong and began to pull it off. As his kisses approached her full bush Julies stomach twitched with delight. Kevin allowed his closed mouth and nose to enjoy the feel of her hairy bush as his face brushed by while slipping her thong off.

Having sat back to remove Julie's thong, Kevin's hands were now sliding up her soft, smooth legs, gently pushing them apart. As he moved forward he slipped his hands under her legs while his lips and tongue caressed her inner thighs. He let his tongue lick almost all the way to her now moist pussy, stopping just short of touching it. He did this on both legs several times getting just a bit closer each time until Julie grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her wet pussy.

Kevin immediately began to savor Julie's sweet juices. As his tongue slowly licked the outer edges of her pussy lips, Kevin's arms wrapped around her legs with his strong shoulders pushing her legs further apart revealing her already swollen clit. Kevin let his tongue lightly encircle on her full clit causing Julie to rotate her hips as she began to moan. He flicked her clit with his tongue as he stretched his hand up along her sides until they reached her breasts. As he continued to play with her clit he reached his hands a little further on her breasts and began rolling her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Julie was now grinding her hips in perfect rhythm of Kevin's tongue messaging her clit and sliding in and out of her succulent pussy. His hands left her breasts and grabbed hold of the back of her knees and pushed them apart and up toward her breast to give him full access to her pussy as his tongue was now going in and out. With each tongue thrust his mouth pressed on her clit driving her crazy as Julie had reached down and was holding Kevin's head and grabbing his hair.

Kevin's cock was so hard that he knew he needed to put it inside of Julie. So with one last long suck of Julie's clit, he got up and rolled Julie on her side lifting one leg up and straddling the other as he slid his hard, throbbing cock into her dripping pussy and began to slowly fuck her. Julie's pussy felt so incredible that Kevin couldn't help voicing several ahs and ohs as he undulated in and out of her. In that position he was getting maximum penetration, for which Julie was very grateful. Kevin was now ramming his stiff cock hard and deep putting pressure towards Julie's asshole which in turn meant the tip of his dick was finding her g-spot with every plunge.

Kevin was pushing each thrust as hard as could in that position, but could sense that Julie wanted it harder, so he rolled her over on her hands and knees and began fucking her doggy-style. He knew he could pound her hard in that position and that's just what he did. He held onto her hips and pounded his thrusts deep into her luscious pussy each one slapping skin on skin that sounded like someone giving them applause for their performance. Each thrust was harder than the last. Julie's breasts were hanging down; swaying and jerking with each plunge of his pulsating cock. Her moans were getting louder and louder as Kevin grunted with each pounding thrust.

Kevin's urge to cum was mounting and Julie was now saying, 'yes, yes, yes' with each inward thrust. Kevin is biting his lip as his groaning became louder still. They both know ecstasy is just moments away. Kevin could feel her pussy tightening around his hard cock as he continued to thrust. His thrusts are coming harder and faster. The slapping of his hips against her ass is getting louder. Kevin could no longer hold back his urge and exploded inside Julie with one long thrust. He held his cock deep inside Julie and could feel the quiver of her pussy as she too came. He pulled back slowly almost all the way and then reenters as his cumming continued with a few last squirts. As their climax passed, Kevin fell down beside Julie on his back. Julie rolled toward Kevin and gave him a sweet kiss as they enjoyed the afterglow of their love making. 

How did they find each other in a city and foreign country thousands of miles from their homes? Was it simple coincidence? Was it fate? Would it be the last time they would enjoy the bliss they have shared in Brazil? Only the author knows for sure!



The Pastor's Wife Ch. 02



Just to recap, I have been screwing my neighbor, who happens to be the wife of a Pastor. He has sex with her infrequently, and when he does, he never satisfies her. His name is Tom and is 50 years old, and she is Donna, a native of Honduras but raised in America, who at 33 years of age has been brought out of her shell by me. Donna came to me with the arrangement of being friends with benefits. She loves to swallow my cum and is now a pro at sucking cock. She also enjoys taking it in the ass, and sometimes demands it. I think I've created a slut!

 It's been almost 6 months now since Donna and I first got together and it's been a blast! She obeyed my demands that she shave her pussy, manicure her nails and wear sexy underwear. Donna and I spend a lot of time together fucking and having fun. A couple of days ago she came to me with a fantasy that she never would have thought of a half a year ago.

 After we had sex the other afternoon, Donna said that she wondered what it would be like to fuck two guys at the same time. She said that she really enjoys fucking me, but would like to experiment a little further. I told her that I would be happy to oblige her request and did she have anyone in mind that she wanted to fuck? Donna said that she would leave the details up to me as she trusts my judgment. 

 A few days went by and I tried to think of a guy that Donna would enjoy, and who would also be discreet. I finally settled on Curt, a pal of mine from college. Curt is 40, 5'11" with salt and pepper hair. I remember from our dorm days and swapping coeds, that he wouldn't disappoint Donna with his 10 inch cock. I gave Curt a call that afternoon and told him about Donna and her fantasy. Curt was more than happy to help and we set a date for the following weekend. I didn't tell Donna about Curt until the day before she was to meet him and fuck both of us. I instructed her to make sure that her pussy was extra smooth and that her manicure and pedicure were flawless. I wanted her to look very special for Curt.

 Donna squealed upon hearing all this and she kissed me deeply. Her kisses always send a jolt to my cock and I instantly got hard. I had to fuck my little slut right then and there. With an animal lust in my eyes, I pushed Donna over the back of the chair in my den and pulled up her skirt. I undid my jeans and pushed then down to my ankles along with my underwear. I pulled Donnas skimpy thong to one side and pushed my cock into her hot pussy. Donna was already wet from hearing that her fantasy was about to become reality, and I slid in easily. I fucked my slut's pussy hard and fast, our bodies slapping against one another. Donna reached between her legs and rubbed her clit as I continued my assault on her cunt. After a few minutes Donna yelled that she was going to cum and her pussy clamped down on my cock. She shuddered and groaned as the first intense waves of her orgasm hit her. I felt warm liquid seep from her pussy and I was able to resume fucking her. I looked down and saw the sheen running down both of her legs and I lost it. My balls tensed and my own orgasm was upon me. I launched 4 or 5 heavy jets of my cum into her cunt. I was breathing heavily from all the rapid fucking and I collapsed onto the floor. My cock was spent, and I looked up at Donna who had her hand rubbing the cum that was oozing out of her pussy into her swollen mound.

 Tonight was the night. We planned to meet Curt at a local bar at 7 in order to get aquainted. It was 5 o'clock and I hadn't seen Donna all day, and I knew it was because she was getting herself ready for him. I called her cell and said that I would be at her house at 6:30. I pulled into her driveway and a second later she emerged from the front door. When I saw her, my jaw dropped. In front of me was the total opposite woman I met and fucked months earlier. Gone was the understated clothing and the plain hair do. Walking to my car was a really hot, sensuous woman, and by the determined look on her face, she was ready to fuck! 

 Donna was wearing tight black skirt which showed off her firm athletic legs. She had on a deep red silk blouse which was cut extremely low and showed a lot of tit. She had matching 4 inch heels which showed off her well manicured red toes. Donna had been wearing her nails in a french manicure style lately, and this change of color to both her fingers and toes was very sexy.

 Donna got into my car and kissed me. Her makeup was flawless and so was her hair, which fell to her shoulders in a loose curl. Her perfume was a pleasant floral scent, that had been applied to the point of being sexy and not offensive. She looked fantastic and I told her so. She told me that she had the manicurist put an extra topcoat on her nails so they would really shine. She also said that she went and had her pussy waxed in order to comply with my request to be extra smooth. Donna told me that it was her first waxing and the technician's fingers and the slight sting caused her to quietly orgasm on the table. She said she would be going back regularly.

 I couldn't keep my eyes off of Donna during the entire ride to the bar. She looked at me salivating over her and smiled, showing off her white teeth. She placed her left hand on the bulge in my pants and squeezed, saying she couldn't wait to feel me inside of her.

 Donna was nervously excited when we finally pulled into the parking lot of the bar. I opened the door for her and she stepped inside the bar ahead of me. I looked at the other dozen or so patrons in the establishment, and every eye was on her. Curt was sitting at a booth in a dimly lit corner and his eyes widened when he first saw Donna. His eyes traveled up and down her gorgeous body and he told how beautiful she was. He stood as I introduced them to each other, Donna kissed him lightly on his lips and slid into the seat that Curt once occupied. Curt sat next to Donna, and I sat across from them.

 Curt and Donna began to chat and I got up to get us some drinks. Upon my return a few minutes later, Curt and Donna were laughing like old friends. Donna even had her hand on Curt's thigh. I passed out the drinks and took to my seat. Donna took a big swig of her margarita, and I warned her about drinking it too fast since she was not used to alcohol. She told me not to worry and said she was going to be fully alert for the nights festivities. It was at that point I knew she approved of my choice in Curt.

 After getting to know each other over a couple of drinks, I suggested that we go to my home to continue the party. Curt said he lived about a coulpe of miles away and suggested we go to his place. We all agreed and we got into my car for the 5 minute ride. I was surprised that Donna got into the back seat with Curt for the ride. Curt gave me the simple directions to his place and pulled out of the parking lot. I looked in my mirror after driving a couple of blocks and saw Donna french kissing my pal. His hand was on her tit squeezing the firm flesh through her bra and blouse. I was glad that it was a short drive as I was having a hard time concentrating on the road. I pulled into the lot of Curt's building, and quickly found a spot close to the door.

 We entered the building and got right into the elevator for the ride to the 4th floor. Donna smiled and whispered "thank you, he's perfect." into my ear.

 It was a long uncomfortable walk to apartment 422, due the hard on pulsating in my pants. Once inside, Curt said to make ourselves comfortable and went to pour us some wine. With Curt out of the room, Donna sat on my lap and kissed me hard. She had a fiery look of lust in her brown eyes and she said that she couldn't wait to fuck me.

 Cut returned a couple of minutes later and gave each of us our glass. Donna drank her wine in two gulps. She put her glass down on the table and then stood in front of Curt and me. Donna began to slowly undress. She used her sexy red capped fingers to unbutton and remove her blouse. Her tits were straining against her red lace bra, just the hint of nipple poking through the thin material. Donna unzipped her skirt and slowly let it fall to the floor. She had on a matching red thong which was visibly wet from being against her pussy. The red looked great next to her bronze skin. Curt told her to leave her heels on, and Donna smiled in agreement.

 Donna walked past me and went up to Curt. She asked him to stand, and after he did, she put her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Curt's hands wrapped around Donna and went straight to her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, his fingers digging into her firm flesh. Donna broke off the kiss and her hands went down to Curt's belt. She effortlessly undid the buckle and tore open the button and zipper. She pulled his shirt from his pants and yanked it over his head. Donna kissed her way down Curts muscular chest and abs. He kicked off his shoes and Donna pushed his underwear and pants down to the floor as she knelt before him. Curt stepped out of his pants and his hard cock bobbed in front of Donnas face.

 Donna cupped Curt's balls in her left hand, feeling their heft. She took the base of his thick cock in her other hand and brought her lips to the bulbous head. Donna kissed the head a couple of times and then slid her tongue all over it. Curt's cock glistened with her saliva and Donna opened wide to take him into her warm mouth. Curt's eyes closed as Donna sucked in his manhood. Her cocksucking skills have come a very long way from our first encounter, and I would put her up against any of the women I have been with. 

 Donna slowly took more and more of Curt into her throat. She was used to my 8 inches, but now she had to accomodate 2 more. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as her chin rested against his balls. Her mouth was stretched around the thick base of his prick and Curt grabbed the back of her head and gently throat fucked her. Donna gagged a little but she hung in there. She sucked on his cock for several minutes and Curt's breathing got faster. Both Donna and I knew he was close to cumming. I told Curt that she loves the taste of cum and to unload in her mouth. Curt started to grunt, and he held Donna's head still. He unloaded a huge amount of his seed into her mouth which was evident by Donna swallowing multiple times throughout his orgasm. She pumped his cock with her hand to squeeze out every drop. Donna didn't let any cum escape from her lips and she stood and kissed Curt so he could know that she had nothing left in her mouth.

 My cock was throbbing after I watched Donna blow my friend. She came over to me and kissed me, and I could faintly taste Curt's cum in her mouth. Donna unbuttoned my shirt and attached her lips to my nipple. She pushed the shirt down my arms then went for my pants. She maneuvered her fingers and undid them while still sucking my nipple. I kicked off my shoes and my pants. Donna said she wanted me to fuck her and she got on the floor lying on her back.

 I spread Donna's legs and pushed my cock into her sodden pussy. Donna's cunt was on fire and she demanded I fuck her hard. I was slamming my meat into her and I looked up to see Curt pushing his limp cock back into Donna's mouth. Curt was hard again in no time and he said he wanted some pussy. Curt and I switched places and I watched him ease himself into her cunt. He buried his dick into her and she was sucking on my cock. Donna was going to swallow her second load of cum and I was really close. Curt was fucking her slowly and her hips were gyrating to his thrusts. Donna was moaning louder while she sucked on me and I knew she was on the edge. My orgasm was imminent and I felt the surge of cum shoot from my balls and up the shaft of my cock. I pumped several powerful spurts of jizz into Donna's mouth just as she orgasmed on Curt's prick. As expected, she swallowed it all.

 Curt pulled his huge cock out of Donna and slipped his tongue into her pussy. Donna had just cum, but she was still a bitch in heat. She pulled Curt into her by his ears. I heard Curt slurping up her sweet juices and all Donna did was moan. I rested a while as I watched Donna be pleasured by Curt's obviously expert tongue. 

 After about 10 minutes Donna was demanding she be filled with cock. Curt was now on his back and Donna climbed on top of him. She lowered herself down onto his aching cock and he started to pump into her pussy again. Donna leaned forward and I dove between her ass cheeks and licked at her dark hole. I slid a finger inside and then another. I fingered her ass for a few minutes with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other. 

 Donna's eyes were closed and in between her labored breaths, she pleaded with me to fuck her ass. I stood in front of Donna and she knowingly sucked my cock into her mouth to coat it with her saliva. I knelt between both of their legs and pushed my prick into her ass. As I slipped inside her tight anus, I could feel Curt's cock fucking her pussy through the skin that separated her two holes. When I pushed into her ass, Curt would pull out of her cunt. Donna was on a different planet. She was muttering gibberish, lost in her excitement and delight. Donna started to make sense when she said that she was going to cum, and cum she did! It was loud and it was heartstopping! The girl must have cum for a solid 2 minutes. I don't know about Curt, but I felt her convulsions ripple through her colon. Her ass pulled and squeezed at my cock. 

 Curt and I never let up on her. We fucked her through her orgasm and a few minutes later I busted a nut deep into her bowels. I could feel my cum shoot from the tip of my cock and splash her rectal walls. Curt couldn't hold out any longer either, and a few seconds later he filled Donna's cunt with his sperm. All three of us were exhausted and we collapsed onto the bed. 

 After I cought my breath I saw Donna's red raw pussy and ass oozing Curt's and my cum and it gave me an idea. With rubber legs, I somehow made it back to the living room and got Donna's empty wine glass. I returned and I asked Donna to squat over the glass. I held the wine glass up against her pussy and told to to push out Curt's cum. It dribbled from her pussy and into the glass. I couldn't believe the amount of cum that Curt shot into her pussy! It had to be at least a quarter of a cup, and that was from his second orgasm! Now I understood why Donna swallowed several times when he exploded in her mouth. When she was done emptying her cunt, she did the same with her ass. I didn't cum as much as Curt, but there was still a decent amount that she expelled. When Donna finished pushing, I set the glass on the night stand.

 During our rest, I asked Donna where Tom was tonight, and if she would be missed at home. She told me that Tom was once again out of town for the night at a seminar on the subject of relationship counseling. How ironic. He wouldn't be home until late the next afternoon.

 It was only about 45 minutes or so and Donna was wanting more. I have no idea where her sexual energy comes from, but who am I to disappoint her? Donna knelt in front of both of Curt and me. She alternately sucked on one of us then the other. Curt and I were hard in minutes and Donna said she wanted to be stuffed full of cock again.

 This time Donna got on top of me and slid down my pole, and Curt pushed his way into her ass. Curt and I changed the way we were going to pleasure Donna, and we got into the rhythm of slamming into Donna at the same time. Donna's tits were bouncing in front of my face and I sucked and bit on her taught, dark nipples. Curt had one of his hands in Donna's hair and was pulling it as he fucked her anus. Donna's head was being pulled back hard but I didn't think she minded. In fact, she was rather enjoying the slight pain.

 Donna was yelling for us to stop being nice and to fuck her harder! Curt and I didn't let her down and we unmercifully jammed our cocks into her fuck holes. We were all sweating and breathing heavily. We must have been slamming into Donna for at least a half an hour. Curt muttered that he was going to cum again and with a long loud grunt, unloaded his sperm into her ass. When he finished he plopped out of her ass and fell back onto a pillow, panting and visibly spent. Donna and I were still going at it good and hard. Donna had turned toward Curt and took his dick into her mouth and cleaned his limp cock.

 Donna was fucking me back and grinding her clit onto the base of my prick. Her pussy was wet and hot and I told Donna that I was close to cumming. She said that she was too and a few seconds later we came together. Donna was screaming loudly and I hoped that the walls to Curt's apartment were thick. It sounded like she was being murdered. Her pussy squeezed my spasming cock and it felt wonderful. 

 After Donna climbed off of me, I got the whe wine glass again and she expelled all the jizz from her well fucked and abused holes. Again, Curt's load was huge. I don't know how he does it. By now the glass was a third full of combind cum. Donna took her manicured finger and mixed the cum, so it would be a consistant texture and temperature. She had a huge smile on her face as she put the glass to her lips and let the warm contents flow into her mouth. She let it linger for a moment and then swallowed hard. She cleaned what was left on the sides of the glass with her finger and sucked her digit clean.

 Donna's ass and pussy were raw and red. Her ass was stretched wide from Curt's thick cock and you could easily peer inside. Donna's pussy lips were swollen and she said she was very sore. She slowly made her way to Curt's bathroom where I ran her a hot bath to let her soak her wounds. I helped her towel off and get dressed and I noticed it was 2am. Before we left, Donna gave Curt a long lingering kiss and thanked him for his help in fulfilling her fantasy. Curt said that she was the best fuck he ever had and that he wanted to get together with us again soon. As I drove Donna home, she layed her head in my lap and I stroked her hair and she fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her when we arrived, so I just took her to my place instead. I carried my slut into my house, undressed her, and put her in bed. I can't wait to see what her next fantasy will be.



The Pastor's Wife Ch. 03



"You look well rested Agatha," Phillip had said when he came into the cottage to pick her up. "I trust the week has been good for you." He kissed her, but typical of his kisses it was a peck on the cheek. She kissed his lips, wrapped her arms around him then dropped her hands to his ass and pulled him tight. 

He responded by pushing back, opened his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Agatha fumbled with his zipper, worked it down and grabbed inside. Phillip's kiss became more passionate and, as she pulled his cock out of his pants, he fitted his hand inside her bra and fondled her soft breast. 

Agatha slid down to her knees and sucked her husband's hardening cock into her mouth.

"Agatha!" Phillip exploded, "What's gotten into you?" The first time she had sucked his cock, early in their marriage, he had gotten so excited that he came in her mouth. No sooner than it happened though, he cringed with remorse. As far as he was concerned oral sex was sodomy. The first time was a momentary lapse in his resolve. Since then he never allowed it. Hastily, with a hollow pop he jerked his cock out of his wife's sucking vacuum. 

His cock fully erect, he took her hand and jerked her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, pushed her shorts and panties aside, found her hole with his cock and plunged inside, pumping two, six, eight times. On the eleventh thrust, with an "Oh, my lord!" he came inside her. Catching his breath he rested on top of her and told her what an exciting woman she was, and how much he loved her. Within two minutes he got up and said, "Well dear, we'd better get going. Traffic's going to be a mess."

As they crept in traffic her feelings simmered. Too many years she had hoped his attitude would change. But, in the last six nights, having developed a true understanding why she had been so needy, she had been introduced to a whole new world of sexuality, and never wanted to be in the sexual wasteland again. 

Through the years she had fantasized such illicit pleasure, which was one thing. Masturbation had provided shallow release, and, absent an epiphany for Phillip, that was about what she could expected if she didn't shape her own destiny. 

But her fantasy had materialized and in a way, and with the kind of person, she had never anticipated. She knew she would never see Bart again and was processing a kind of grief. What, she thought, am I going to do with the rest of my life? The straw that broke the camel's back was when Phillip yelled at her for sucking his cock. At that moment she knew she was going to tell him about her week's activities, and let the chips fall... 

"You seem quite reflective my dear," Phillip said, "A penny for your thoughts?"

A penny for my thoughts, she thought. We don't have enough money in our savings to be able to afford a small portion of what's on my mind.

"Agatha, you seem to be troubled"

No shit, she thought, having just been spurned while trying to give him pleasure then, for all practical purposes, having been raped and seeded, not something, unfortunately, to which she was unaccustomed. But, as always, she had hoped for more. Clasping her hands till her fingers were squeezed white the bomb was ready to be released.

"My dear?" he persisted...silence. He saw by the harshly shaped lines on her forehead that his wife was deeply troubled. It was obvious that she needed to talk but, for some reason, couldn't talk with him, her husband. So, he looked at her like the pastor he was, the way he had learned to look at other troubled women in his flock. "Agatha, dear, if you can't talk to me, your husband, perhaps you would like to talk with me as your Pastor." 

Perfect, she thought. She wasn't going to keep here secret inside her anyway. I've been having my brains fucked out by a young stud Phillip, that's what I should tell him. "I've had an affair with another man Reverend Wilcox." What a fucking travesty.

His foot hit the brake and tires screeched, the car behind him swerving, the driver honking in anger. Easing the gas pedal to catch up with traffic he thought, this must be a dream; she couldn't have said what I thought I heard. His Adam 's apple took up more room in his throat than it had and, with his eyes bulging at the traffic in the rear view mirror, he tried to swallow.

"Did you hear what I said Phillip?" 

He was silent, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His knuckles on the steering wheel were white. Afraid that she would say it again, he was frightened that he had heard it right the first time. 

"I've had an affair with another man."

The color drained from his face. He couldn't concentrate on driving and turned on his right blinker signal. Looking over his shoulder he eased the car from the middle lane to the next and finally to the shoulder where the black Buick sedan crunched to a stop. His face was a giant question mark, his mouth agape. "You've had an affair?"

"Yes."

Had an airplane dropped out of the sky he couldn't have been more shocked. Nervously chuckling he said, "It's a very bad joke Agatha."

"It's not a joke Phillip. It happened in the cottage...for six solid nights."

Trying to make sense of the vileness that had come out of his wife's mouth he turned his face away from her and cocked his head. "Was...is...Was it somebody in the congregation?" He looked over and she shook her head. 

Phillip's stomach was somewhere between being hungry and needing to vomit. His hands were still on the wheel and he'd forgotten to breathe. Exhaling the foul air he sucked in the new, had the urge to laugh and said, "Well, you certainly had me startled," and thought, Can this really be my wife? He wanted to slide over and hug the words away but knew from the look on Agatha's face that she was deadly serious. What could he say that would make sense? "Did he seduce you?" 

"He didn't have to seduce me Phillip; I wanted him to do it. I made it easy for him."

How can this be happening, he thought? We've been happily married for all these years. Incredulous, he asked, "Where did you meet this man Agatha?"

"At a restaurant," she answered. "He approached me." The quiet crawled like a snail carrying the burden of their thoughts. "He wasn't a man in the sense that you are thinking." Phillip's eyes opened wider with unwanted expectation. "He was a lifeguard Phillip. He'll be twenty next month."

Facing forward he closed his eyes, slumped in his seat and covered his face with both hands. He gasped then sucked breath, let it partially out and exclaimed, "My Lord, Agatha. Are you telling me you had sex with a boy who is no older than Malcolm?"

"Every night this week, Phillip," she said looking into the disbelieving headlights of his eyes. "And I loved it." The hurt in his eyes shamed her but she had decided to be tough. "And, this boy, as you refer to him, has taught me things about my body that I had never known." Hurtful rebuke was foreign to her and, even though she was assigning blame to Phillip, she felt an immediate sense of regret for hurting her husband.

Burying his face in his hands Phillip gasped, "Oh God," whispered, "oh God," then began sobbing.

She was accustomed to the fact that Phillip's ego had always gotten in the way of his consideration for her feelings but knew he wasn't a mean spirited man, and, realized that Phillip, probably like many men, never explored his romantic side. She excoriated herself for not having been more assertive throughout their marriage but she had been doing that all week. Had she been more forthright in the first place this situation would never have come about. She had come to believe that she had pled to him for better understanding but now realized the communication had only been mental exercises on her part. Phillip was innocent. Having participated in presenting to the Congregation their couplehood as a model of communication she felt like a fraud. In truth, they were not on different pages, but in different books. With a deep sense of remorse she said, "I'm so sorry Phillip. Do you want me to leave?" 

"Oh Agatha," Phillip gasped. "I've depended upon you so much. I'm so deeply hurt ...Oh, my God!"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I'm so shocked; I don't know what I want. You've meant so much to me Agatha and I've always thought that I've meant as much to you. How could you have hurt me so badly?"

For better or worse, she thought. I promised that. There's been bad and good, yes. But, before Bart, I never realized just how good "good" could be. She felt remorse, felt like a cheat and a slut. I feel so dirty.

They were both silent for the remainder of the trip. They slept in separate rooms the rest of the next week and conversations were matter-of-fact... intermittent—without rancor—just informational. Each gave the other a wide birth trying to determine what their new boundaries should be. Phillip was marking time and Agatha, fearing the worst, awaited his decision. She wondering if she would, under the same circumstances understand, but hoped he would forgive her.

It wasn't till after 9:00 o'clock when Phillip came home the next Friday night. Agatha didn't think she had the right to ask where he'd been. But Phillip volunteered, "I've been with Bert Andrews for the last four hours Agatha."

Phillip and Bert had been college roommates and were best friends. For years she had recognized that there was spark in Bert and Mattie Andrew's relationship, something she had always envied. But she felt the shadow of shame covering her; the cat was out of the bag. The community of ministers of their denomination was small. Just one word from Bert to another 'confidant' could be spread like wild fire and the whole of Agatha's world would know that she was a cheating slut. She prayed that Bert would be discreet.

"It was a good talk Agatha," Phillip said in a conciliatory way. "He put things into perspective for me." 

Waiting for the other shoe to fall Agatha looked at him warily. 

"He asked me if, other than sex, we were happy." His eyes were pleading. "I said yes." He reached out as if to touch his wife but couldn't make contact. "Haven't we been happy Agatha...except for, uh, that? I, I just didn't know how you felt."

Agatha wanted to feel his touch but withheld her hand. If she told the truth Phillip would be hurt. If she didn't, they both would be hurt in the long run. She wanted to be honest and thought being tough would be her only hope. Tears welled in her eyes and she reached out to her husband's outstretched hand. "I'm so sorry Phillip, this is entirely my fault. I should have communicated to you years ago how important sex was to me. But, other than sex, we have been very happy Darling."

"I told Bert everything Agatha...everything."

Embarrassed and ashamed that Phillip had to share such intimate and sordid details with his friend she thought of Bert's eyes... felt like he was a voyeur. Yet, unexplainably, she felt thrilled. The Andrew's seemed as much lovers as they were husband and wife; she had always envied them. She wondered if Bert would share their secret with Mattie.

"He asked some rather embarrassing questions, Agatha," Phillip went on,  "and, his reactions to my responses left me feeling inadequate as man." He blinked back tears. "I was shocked at some of the things he confessed that he and Mattie do as a couple. He told me that he always felt my religious narrow mindedness was backward... said that women need romance and adventure...that I've put you in a position to yield to natural urges that could push you into a relationship with another man. And I did.  I am so sorry my love."

"Oh Phillip," Agatha exclaimed, "I have been so wanton. I've betrayed you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I need you Agatha. I have to forgive you, I need to forgive you...but it's so hard. How can I ever be an adequate man in your eyes again?" She clutched him in her arms. He responded, "Oh my darling, I'm so ashamed." 

They kissed, tears streaming down each face. His kiss was needier than ever before...more passionate as well. Agatha knew she had to take control and hoped that he would understand, hoped that his discussion with Bert Andrews had opened a door. She reached down, fumbled with his zipper and reached in, grasping his rising cock in her fist. Hungry, as Agatha's hand stroked him to rock hardness, their tongues tasted each other's. 

Breaking the kiss Phillip blurted, "Oh Aggie, it feels so good. I'll hold back; I promise."

It was strange to hear him call her anything but Agatha. In all their years together he had never called her Aggie. She felt creepy, like he had been watching and listening in on Bart and her, asking herself, Why had he called me that? But, she was also astonished that he said he would try to hold back.

Hoping he would allow it, she said, "Darling, I want to go down on you."

"Yes," he said, "Yesss. I want you to uh, suck my cock?" Releasing his embrace and gently placing his hands on her shoulders he pressed downward, almost apologetically.

She was beginning to be thankful for Phillip's time with Bert; he had never before used the word cock in her presence. With her hands flat on his back Agatha slid down to her knees and looked up into her husband's eyes. He was looking down at her. Her eyes remained locked on his as she lifted his hardening penis and licked underneath its head, licked the length of the underside of its shaft and watched his lips shaping into a tiny oval. His tummy quivered and she heard the low whistle of air being sucked through the small opening of his lips. 

Licking her lips, she glossed them with her saliva and slid them smoothly over his tapered, purple helmet. Funny, she thought, he's not as fat as Bart. I can feel the contours of his cock better. She heard Phillip's grunt and felt him clamp the cheeks of his ass. He was actually trying to withhold his orgasm, the first time in their marriage he ever did.

She reached inside his boxers and cupped his balls in her left hand then, between her finger and thumb tips, she rolled them. He flexed and dipped, spawning a long, high pitched whine. She took him deep inside her mouth. Bart's cock had been short and thick; Phillip's was longer...and thinner. Not ready for his length, she gagged when his head jammed the back of her throat. She pulled back, grasped the exposed shaft with her hand and stroked him while her moist, tightened lips fucked his cock. He tensed, like he was going into a mini seizure, and again called out, "Aggie!" He shuddered and managed, "I...I can't," trying to pull his cock free of her mouth.

Aggie wanted to give him pleasure, needed him to feel good about what she was doing. Uncertain of how he would respond, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass in both hands and refused to let him pull out.

"But Aggie," he said, "I shouldn't..."

She tightened the seal of her lips, fluttered her tongue more fervently and, grunting and snorting like and excited pig, moved her mouth wildly over his cock.

Phillip stopped resisting. He laced his fingers in her hair and, moving his ass forward and back, began fucking her mouth. Then, as he exploded he cried, "Yes Aggie, yes, yess, yesss!"

Phillip had ejaculated in her mouth only once during their marriage. Since that time he wouldn't even let Agatha suck him. The first time Bart, her young lover, had cum in her mouth, she was like a person in the desert with a great thirst, keeping his thick, warm semen in her mouth and rolling it over her tongue... savoring the experience. 

During that unforgettable week at the shore she craved the taste of the young man's semen and fed on his explosions. She couldn't get enough of it and had become addicted to his spunk.  But, as Phillip's warm sperm caressed her tongue and splashed on the back of her throat she reached a higher state of ecstasy. Her stomach cramped then released; she shuddered and relaxed, feeling affirming warmth spread throughout her body, feeling her panties wicking her ejaculate. Two more spurts of Phillip's orgasm, which were surreal, felt like long lines of oozy mayonnaise, laying on her tongue then sliding down her throat.

If he wasn't truly pleased that she was milking him she knew that, without even understanding, he was feeding her fetish and was letting her act like the passionate woman she was, like the slut she wanted to be...his slut.

His knees barely holding him up, Phillip collapsed and sagged against the wall. Looking down upon his wife he saw her blue eyes fixed upon his, adoringly. Her lips, now devoid of lipstick, were speckled with white flecks of semen. For the first time in their marriage her act gave him primal pleasure. He had done nothing but let her suck him until he exploded inside her mouth yet, she seemed to be worshipping him. Why, he asked himself? He gathered his breath, stood in front of her, hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet, pressing his own against her semen flecked lips and kissing her passionately, sinking his tongue in her mouth like he was trying taste himself inside her. He hugged her hard, broke the kiss and gasped into her ear, "I'm so sorry Aggie." She placed her finger against his lips to silence him then kissed them. 

It was the kind of permission he had always hoped for. His parents had never shown affection for one another and he hungered for it. Sex, by his father's definition was for procreation. Pleasure in sex was considered wicked. Anything other than vaginal intercourse was looked on as sodomy.

While he and Agatha were going together he struggled with his lust for her. When they were married he was wild about sex, having it daily. Once, Agatha had sucked him and he had cum in her mouth. He thought of his upbringing and was shamed, for both him and his new wife, wondering what his father would think of their sodomistic behavior. 

He had always felt backward when it came to sex but didn't know how to go about it, relating to his wife the way he perceived his father related to his mother, steeped in religious prudishness. Perhaps, had his wife been more persistent, giving him permission to be more adventurous, he would have come around. He had always hoped she would take control and direct his desires. At the same time, he'd rejected her advances. 

His hands fumbled with the button of her slacks then zipped them down and peeled the garment to just below her bottom. The fingers of his right hand forced her legs to spread. Pulling her panties aside he parted her labia with his middle finger, found her threshold and slid it deeply inside. As he fucked her with his finger his thumb made contact with her clitoris and rubbed it.

Bert must have really conducted a clinic, she thought. But she knew Phillip, who had been so sexually repressed, even though having been prompted, was some distance from developing a tender touch. She felt like a teenager in the back seat of car and couldn't help thinking of the sophisticated way in which Bart, her young lover, had stimulated her. She smiled and she said, "Please be gentle, darling." He complied immediately and his petting thumb sent shocks to her toes. What came next though stunned her.

He had hooked his finger, applying firm but caring pressure, moving it purposely on the front of her vagina. His finger moving inside her mixed a copious slurry to the sound of, "futch, futch, futch," and he blurted, "You're so fucking wet Aggie!" 

Excited by her husband's thumb as it skated on her clitoris, and his finger fucking her cunt, not to mention his use of such a basic sexual word, Aggie's excitement moved her up and down. Feelings that Phillip had never before brought forth swathed her in an soft angora robe and carried her into ecstatic bliss. She felt both loved and needed by the one who had been so indifferent to her sexual starvation, the one she had fallen in love with so many years ago, the one with whom she had planned such a complete life. The novelty of his clitoral shocks and the newness of his finger massaging the inside of her vagina spawned oohs and ahhs that became a pleasured shriek of surprise when that one probing finger became two. 




The Pastor's Wife Ch. 03



Concentrating, Phillip kept working his thumb and his fingers; he was searching for the buried treasure Bert told him of. Agatha's oozing pussy slathered his knuckles and he panted, "Bert told me that it's special to have a woman who squirts." His chest heaved with excitement while his mind processed the beautiful feelings his hand was discovering. "I've never realized what a lucky man I am." A proudly nervous giggle escaped. "Bert said that Mattie doesn't do it at all." Like a child in awed discovery he whispered, "This is so new to me Aggie. I feel like a teenager."

"You're doing wonderfully my darling," she assured him, even though he tended to roughness. "A bit gentler though," she appealed and caressed the back of his hand. Reaching down she grasped his shrunken, wet cock which was dangling through his open fly, smearing his white ooze on his black pants. "What you're doing Phillip is beautiful," she reassured him, "I'm wet because I'm so excited." 

She wanted to suck him but the pleasure of what his fingers were doing was too enjoyable and she didn't want to disturb his concentration... wanted to savor what she had never before had from her husband. Besides, it was too soon for him to get hard again, although she felt him trying to flex his cock, trying to make it come back to life, something she had never known him to do before. In the past, every time he had cum he was finished...made no attempt to please her. Now, he was laboring to give her the kind of pleasure she so desperately craved from him. 

That they were making love like this was delicious and it heightened her desire for spicier sex. She wanted to inflame his libido and she wanted to feel his hardness inside her body. With a playful glimpse into his wondering eyes she reached down and kneaded the slippery worm of his cock. With her other hand she took Phillip's hands from between her legs and brought his glistening fingers to her lips, sucking them in and out. His eyes, like a child at an amusement park, were wide with wonder. Agatha removed his hand and kissed him with her sex glossed lips. He stood with his hand in the air as if he were asking the teacher for permission. Then, wanting to join the play he put his fingers to his own lips and sucked them inside his mouth, licking them and tasting her nectar before offering them back to his Aggie.

She sucked on Phillip's finger, a calf guzzling from her mother's teat, and her eyes swam in his. With his cheek against her head she began her downward slide. He kissed the exposed back of her neck, slid both hands inside her bra, feeling nipples that had long since come to attention and caressed the softness of her femininity. 

Phillip's cock had begun to refill, rising into the shape of a banana, pulsing up and down to the beat of his heart. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, amazed that his wife was so eager to suck his nasty, sperm coated cock. But, instead of feeling sinful, he sensed the rush of blood filling his organ, to the point of bursting, confirming him as a man. For the first time in his life Phillip was enjoying sex as something wholesome and not the work of the Devil. 

As Aggie's lips, a warm and pulsing O-ring, skated over his rigid roundness he felt new sensations sparking throughout his body. Before they parted, just an hour before he came home, Bert had said, "Agatha has always been an Aggie to me. I've always imagined that she is a wild and sensuous woman. Make love to her like an Aggie, Phillip." 

His wife's affair had been such a blow to his ego. It had opened his eyes, though, to the failure he had been as a sex partner. But it was the counsel of his good friend Bert that had truly removed the blinders. "Oral sex, Phillip," Bert said, "is communion between a husband and a wife," Never in his life had he cum more than once with Agatha. With Aggie though, he was fully erect again and the sensation he was feeling in his penis and balls was spreading throughout his body. His back was still against the wall and he was aware that he was rubbing up and down against the surface. He had the urge to fuck Aggie's mouth hard and cum again but Bert's words echoed in his ears: "A woman loves to have her pussy eaten almost more than any other act of sex Phillip...and don't forget her anus." He thought it repulsive at first. But when he was driving home, it was like his friend had given him permission. It was the first time he had driven with a throbbing erection, the first time he had masturbated. 

Bending down, he put his hands under his wife's arms, spread his legs and waddled over her body, lowering her to the floor. Then kneeling, his cock still in her mouth, he threw his right leg over her body, pivoting his rigid shaft in her mouth, his thighs beside her ears. Aggie's breath whooshed through her nostrils forcing tepid air through his open fly into his pubic hair and washing his mound. Adding to the storehouse of his electrified axons the fucking action of her mouth and her laving tongue slipped and slathered, while Aggie's fingers closed on his scrotum, manipulating his oysters, like birds eggs, through his dangling, wrinkled sac, sending a new frisson up his spine. 

Aggie's slacks were in the way. He removed each shoe then slid the garment down and off one leg. The panel of her panties, red with lace waist and leg bands, was darkened by the saturation of her flowing sexual juices. Phillip rested his cheek on her soft, poochy tummy and sucked the humid bouquet of her pussy into his flaring nostrils. Pulling her panties aside with his right hand he found her cleft and slid his middle finger upward into her furrow (she winced). Wetting his finger in her oozing aloe he slid it all the way back until it touched her light brown, wrinkled rosette which flinched and puckered at the sensation. He probed gently, hoping it was gentle enough for her, and was surprise how easily his fingertip penetrated the orifice. A muted moan muffled in Aggie's stuffed mouth. 

Wrapping an arm around each thigh Phillip parted Aggie's legs further, lifting and pulling her bottom off the floor. Sliding his right hand up her thigh 'til it reached the sodden panel of her panties he pulled the lacy fabric aside, pressing her labia with his fingertips, and opened her.

Often, in the past he had looked at Aggie's pussy and wondered what she would taste like but his parental admonitions told him it was dirty...it was sodomy! Tentatively, while trying to keep the excitement of Aggie's nursing mouth from tripping his switch, he extended his tongue and for the first time in his life tasted her Holy of Holies.

She loved the easy feel of Phillip's cock in her mouth and, unable to erase the recent memory, thought how thick Bart's was, and how much trouble she had breathing through her overfilled mouth when he fucked it. Easy, she thought, her lips sliding over her husband's pulsating shaft in sensuous replications, her tongue exploring the spongy bulge of his urethra, laving the cleft of his glans, made silky-smooth by her saliva...and his oozing tip. Easy, yes, and so beautiful! 

The excitement of Phillip getting into the sixty-nine position excited her to the point that she wanted to cum but needed to hold back; the moment was too delicious to be disturbed. When his tongue flicked her anus she struggled to hold back but, when, like a butterfly's wings, his tongue tip fluttered on her clitoris, her muted shriek stole past her pulsing mouthful and she exploded. 

His open mouth was pressing on her pussy when it happened. The gush of warm, gouty liquid surprised him and almost made him choke. His first inclination was to move his mouth and spit it out. But, he knew how he felt when she swallowed his offering so he honored her by pressing his lips more firmly to her labia, and gulped. She shuddered, hesitated then fucked him more urgently with her tight, slippery lips. 

The trick that Bart had taught Aggie was working; he had learned it from an older woman he knew at the beach. Phillip felt himself on the verge of exploding and knew he could hold back no longer. He tried but couldn't stop his orgasm. Aggie wanted him to cum in her mouth again, but didn't want to wait for his next erection to be fucked. Her husband's orgasm was intense but nothing came out. Her finger was pressing on the spot between his balls and his ass, damming the flow. From her experience with Bart, even though he could last a long time, once she interrupted his ejaculation he could stay rigid and fuck for an incredibly long time. She wanted Phillip's cock inside her more than anything and, from her understanding, looked forward to more the ten or twelve strokes her husband had been able to muster in the past.

Slipping her lips off his shimmering, pink hardness, a filament of precum-slurried saliva stretched, broke and lay on her chin. She commanded, "I want your cock inside me Phillip." (His eyes mirroring her own want) "I need so badly for you to fuck me darling."

Phillip didn't understand why he hadn't exploded in Aggie's mouth; his orgasm had been more intense and even more satisfying than any he ever had with her before. And, he was surprised that he'd been lasting so long. His cock seemed harder than when he started but there was a low level aching in his balls. Whatever the reason, he was eager to plunge his need into Aggie's sodden core. The hunger in her eyes and the wholesomeness of her swollen lips, which had just been unplugged by his cock, inflamed his own desire. He struggled to work his body around and kneeled between her splayed legs.

Aggie, with her back flat on the floor, legs spread, her red Capri pants like a flag on her left ankle, searched Phillip's eyes. Her pussy ached for the fulfillment of his swollen phallus. Sliding the bottoms of her feet on the floor she cocked her knees. Pushing her ass off the floor and biting her lower lip, she looked into those animated eyes that projected such scorching desire and craved the shaft of her champion's lance to pierce her to the core of her sex in a loving coup de grace. 

Phillip, with his cock in his left hand, opened Aggie's lips with the fingers and thumb of his right. He wiggled his distended head in the slippery furrow, finding her threshold, probing until her vaginal ring accepted its taper, stretching, stretching and snapping over the shiny silver/ lavender flange then drawing tight around the vestigial band of his foreskin. 

His wife's eyes bespoke yearning and confirmation. The skin of her lower lip was clipped between her teeth in apprehensive anticipation. What happened next was something he couldn't explain. It was like a dream: As his cock plunged like a syringe into her accepting vessel he saw his wife's hands clasp on her head, her lips slid from between her teeth and formed a perfect oval, and her eyes began bulging out of their sockets. His downward stroke, like an anaconda, seemed to go on forever as he penetrated deeper and deeper into the warm den of her sex. There was no sound, until their stomachs came together. Then, the sound exploded. Was it a loud thud? the noise of pubic bones crashing? And, where was the voice of the wailing child coming from? The words were plaintive: "Oh Phillip, I love you, I love you! Will you ever forgive me?"

She had never been so wet, not even on her wedding night, and had never wished for anything so intensely. She felt his fingers opening her, the head of his cock sliding in her furrow, the probing taper of his head at her threshold, It forced open the o-ring of her sex and wedged itself inside. She remembered Bart's cock: thick, blunt and stubby. She remembered the excitement of her illicit affair, thought it pleasurable but, as her husband's sleek phallus entered her, she knew that she was really too tight for Bart and that the fucking, though thrilling, was not really comfortable. 

That she was remembering Bart while her husband was fucking her brushed her with shame and guilt. But, she never looked away. As he began the slide into her depths the whites of his eyes became lakes around his hazel islands. He opened his mouth, the edges of his teeth, crenellated margins beyond his lips. His countenance was that of an awed child. 

The coupling was surreal and voila, the coat of shame was snatched away. It was the slowest of motion and his cock, held by her contracting muscles slid, seemingly without end. He fits me so well, she thought, gripping his swollen plunger. It moved, like a torpedo being launched, actuated nerve ending after nerve ending, making her anus pucker and sending shocks to the tips of her toes. There was an eerie silence...until their pubic bones came together, jarring her into the reality of sound when she heard: "Oh Aggie, I love you so much. I'm so sorry."

She raised her legs, her Capri's dangling from her left ankle, and wrapped Phillip's waist in a bear hug. The man she had married, the one whom she had looked forward to sharing such an idyllic life was finally deep inside her... to stay. So deep was his penetration that she was pregnant with him and wanted to hold him inside like the son she had given birth to. His eyes and hers were locked, both welling with tears. 

Her affair with Bart was the catalyst for this miraculous reconciliation. Phillip had forgiven her. The neighbor walking by the Wilcox' home that moment couldn't mistake the meaning words of the minister and his wife wafted out the open window: "Let's fuck Aggie. Let's fuck all night. Lets fuck until we can't walk." "Oh Phillip, fuck me with your marvelous cock! Fuck my brains out!"