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Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1

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Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1
Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

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It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and

his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of
the living room watching tv.

Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her

loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the
credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the
father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner,
her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.

Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead

and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at
her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she
had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced.

Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how

they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than
"oh my Gods".

In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible

at all.

Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until

their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye
on the seminary, when he was young.

He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a

man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his
body as every other 18 year old.

As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires

came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation.

He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be

the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a
hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny,
eighteen year olds.

He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as

he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and
therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship
problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but
many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and
much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their
experiences tended to be extremely open.

He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and

how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her.

Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with

the handle of her favorite hairbrush.

Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it

made the cleanup much easier.

Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered

each other on a cruise.

He took their sexual confession willingly and without

judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing
questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at
night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air.

His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise,

as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first
night with his new bride.

Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the

youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an
all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep
her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost
her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her
school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her.

A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was

something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened
the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of
boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it
wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having
great sex.

An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways

that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she
realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with.
It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own
pleasure as well.

She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why

it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even
know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it
was time to grow up.

She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but

about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her
relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her.

Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to

wait till marriage to have sex.

Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the

two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only
existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an
opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of
the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt
manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his
path.

He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care;

that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always
told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their
wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered.

When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it

into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and
gropes.

Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she

wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own
hands to make sure he did.

Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank

to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock,
and took it into her mouth, deep and wet.

Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from

repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random
woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed,
right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock.

It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her

moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she
had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first
time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she
knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her
husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him.

Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her

hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway,
and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with
a thick load of cum.

He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock

and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off
countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special.

The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as

Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat
pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The
sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing.

The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and

practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and
held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat.

Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an

unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was
his cum. This only made him throb harder.

They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would

be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now
there was only one thing they both wanted.

Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air.

He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for
his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them.

Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She

moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her
nipple.

Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on

for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping
tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling
center, but never finding the mark.

Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as

he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went
both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years
since she last had sex.

Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head

slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed.

Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle

on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter.

He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his

new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's
eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the
multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone
she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his
first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what
mattered.

She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed

out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies
connected as one.

Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his

face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips.
Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up with
his thick, hard cock.

"Sam," she said breathlessly. She felt him twitch

inside her. It made her smile.

"Yes?" he said, looking down at his new bride

under him.

"Please, fuck me."

He smiled. He throbbed. He kissed her. He did as he was

asked.

They rolled around the bed, gasping, feeling, experiencing

each other for the first time. Thanks to Cathy's strategic blowjob, Sam was
primed, allowing them to really enjoy their first time together.

When their coupling reached its feverish peak, a chorus of

moans and gasps echoing through their hotel room, Sam thrust wildly into his
new bride and erupted, filling her with his seed.

Cathy smiled. This was a first for her; Sam was the first

person to ever cum inside her without a condom. At least on purpose, anyway.
Her body didn't accept birth control, so it was condoms or nothing for her, and
she'd be lying if she said there wasn't at least one slip up along the way. It
would be the first of many loads she accepted from him in the early days of
their marriage.

Christine was born about 10 months later.

The pregnancy had been rough, and they stopped having sex a few

months in. The birth of their daughter had also coincided with Sam finally
achieving his dream of being the pastor of a church.

The two lost no love or affection for each other, but as

their lives got busier, physical intimacy started to slide down the list of to
dos. Add to that Cathy's desire to not have another child after the stress of
the first pregnancy, and it meant that the times they did make love they were
relegated to using condoms. They got the job done, but didn't exactly set their
erotic lives on fire.

As Christine got older, and Sam and Cathy had more time to

themselves, they realized their erotic life was something that needed more
attention and care; enter the weekly scheduled sex night.

It started off great, those first few nights coming close to

that fire they had for each other on their honeymoon, but soon, as these things
do, they fell back into habit, and found their erotic lives filled with more
rain checks than orgasms.

When they did make love, there was only one word Cathy could

think of to describe it: efficient.

Like clockwork, some light foreplay would lead to Sam

struggling to work the condom down over his cock, slip into her
missionary-style, and begin thrusting. It's not that it was unpleasant, on the
contrary, Sam always did his best to get her off, it was just routine. After
her orgasm, or some nights in lieu of, Sam would grip her legs the same way,
push deeply into her a four or five times, and fill the plasticky barrier.

Even when she didn't cum, she loved it when he did. The

condom was a pain, for sure, but she loved the feeling of him on top of her,
loving her, filling her up. The throb and twitch of his member as he emptied
himself inside her always sent a pleasant tickle through her body, at least on
the nights she got to experience it.

This was not one of those nights.

Cathy didn't blame her husband for falling asleep; he had

been working very hard, preparing the church for the arrival of the new youth
pastor Ginny, and her husband Todd.

Having a big in-ground pool meant the welcome barbecue was

going to be at their house at the weekend, and the week had been spent
preparing for a party that would see a large number of the church's
congregation attend.

People started arriving around noon, with the guests of

honor rolling in just before one. They were all smiles as they were greeted by
their new community, and Cathy and Sam had met them both with handshakes and
hugs.

It was the first time Cathy had met Ginny. Sam had spent a

number of phone calls with her, going over details and theory, and had already
met her in person on a number of occasions for lunch, or to show her around her
new spiritual home.

He had never mentioned how pretty she was.

A gorgeous Filipino girl in her late twenties, Ginny had a

big, beaming smile, and a casual style that wasn't provocative, but wasn't
stuffy either. Sam was quick to lead them into the party, all smiles, giving
Ginny plenty of attention. Sam was always so welcoming, so kind, and yet to
Cathy's eyes she couldn't help but feel like there was an extra pep in his step
as he introduced her around.

As they entered the party, Ginny's husband Todd's hand

perched on her lower back just above her perky, young ass, Cathy couldn't help
but wonder what their sex life was like.

Later, Cathy was sitting in quiet thought, idly stirring her

drink, spaced out to the point that she didn't even hear the question from the
person sitting next to her.

"Hmm? What's that, Sandy?"

"She was just being lewd, Cathy," Kelly piped in,

across the table from her best friend, "don't pay it any attention."

"What! I just said, having this pool party was genius;

I bet the boys can't wait to get a peek at what the new girl has hiding under
her clothes! It's only natural, it's nothing scandalous." Sandy spun the
stem of her margarita glass slowly. "In fact, I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't curious myself!"

"Sandy!" Kelly chided playfully

"Oh come on, Kel, don't act like you're not looking

forward to seeing what she looks like in a bathing suit!"

"I'm not!" Kelly said matter of factly, before a

smile broke out across her face and she let slip "I'm more interested in
her husband Todd." The two friends laughed, but Cathy only weakly smiled.

Cathy loved Sandy and Kelly; they were two best friends who

were very much on her wavelength. They loved the church, loved the community,
but were nowhere near as uptight and pious as some of the other congregation,
Sandy especially.

As far as bodies went, Sandy had one to die for. Curves in

all the right places, a mane of beautiful dirty blonde hair, and two
magnificent breasts that seemed to defy age, gravity, and childbirth, Sandy was
a knockout, and her husband Don was her equal in every way. It was tough for
Cathy not to be jealous of Sandy and Don. It was clear that they were still
very much in love, very much still physical with each other. They didn't flaunt
it, and were never inappropriate, but Cathy could tell.

She was even embarrassed to admit she had touched herself in

the shower at least once, thinking about what their sex must be like, jealous,
wishing her own marriage could be as passionate.

If she only knew,

Kelly headed off toward the bathroom, and offered to get the

girls more drinks, which they both eagerly accepted, leaving Cathy and Sandy
alone. Sandy sipped her drink. She noticed a far-away look in Cathy's eye, and
followed her gaze over to Sam, standing by the grill talking to Don. She didn't
blame her, on either account.

Sam was a good looking guy, she wasn't so blind as to not

notice, but Sandy couldn't help but take a minute to ogle her own husband. Fit
and strong, he looked so good, his muscles shiny and golden, pouring out from
the straps of his tank top. He was wearing the swimsuit she bought him for
their trip to Ibiza. She felt a stirring in her loins as she remembered seeing
that swimsuit out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around his ankles as Don
fucked her in the ass on the balcony of their suite. It had been a while since
she took him in her ass. She smiled as she contemplated surprising him with it
when they got home that night.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandy said with

a coy smile.

"Hm?" Cathy replied, distracted.

"I'm saying the grill ain't the only place you're gonna

find some delicious meat, am I right?"

"Oh," Cathy said dreamily, "Sure."

Sandy eyed her friend suspiciously. Usually Cathy was happy

to play along with some gentle lewd humor, but something was different. She had
something on her mind.

Sandy decided not to push, but she didn't have to.

"Hey, Sandy, can I ask you something?" Cathy said,

not looking at her friend, idly spinning the ice melting in her glass.

"Anything, love," Sandy responded, more curious

than ever.

"You and Don, how often do you guys have sex?"

A smile broke out over Sandy's face. "Naughty, naughty,

Mrs. McGinnis!"

"I'm not trying to be, I'm serious, Sandy, I know

you're not shy."

"How often, like how many times a day?"

"A day?" Cathy almost spit, her eyes exploding up

from her melting ice.

"I'm just kidding," Sandy laughed, "but the

look on your face was priceless."

Sandy thought about what to say next. She could tell Cathy

the truth, tell her that she and Don not only fucked very regularly, but that
the also frequently enjoyed the company of other people in their bed as well,
that there was at least one member of her husband's congregation with whom she
had shared Don's cock, but Sandy knew that wasn't why she was asking.

"I think the question is, how

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