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Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2

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Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2
Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

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Cathy could barely take the sensations coursing through her

body. While she hadn't felt Sam's tongue on her cunt in over 15 years, she
hadn't done this act with anyone in close to 20. Memories immediately rushed
her mind, swirling in the endorphins, images and sensations of nights with her
previous boyfriend. Orgasms. Pleasure. Fucking. Grinding.

Lost in the feeling, she fell back into sense memory. Her

hand dropped down into Sam's hair and gripped it hard.

Sam groaned into her wet snatch. She felt it. His cock

lurched.

Cathy held his head still. Bracing herself with one hand on

the headboard, her thighs and hips began to flex.

Sam got the message. He held his tongue in position as his

wife began to grind her throbbing cunt against it, fucking his face.

"Oh my God" she moaned out long and loud as she

directed her pleasure points onto his wet, pulsating tongue.

It was like a bolt of lightning coiling up inside her body.

She felt his hand grip her ass instinctively, just like she liked, just like
the others had, and suddenly she began to shake and shudder, slipping over the
edge into heat. Into pleasure. Into an explosive, body-wracking orgasm.

Sam held her tight as she wriggled and jerked, grinding into

his tongue. He felt wetness pour from her being; his wife, cumming into his
mouth. Cumming on his face.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she chanted. She

rarely used curse words like that in front of him, and he found it highly
erotic. His mind raced: when did she learn she liked this? Who was the first
one to do it to her? How many men had she done it with?

He had never been so hard in his entire life.

Slowly the world came back into view, and Cathy collapsed

off her husband onto the bed next to him, both their breaths coming hard and
ragged.

"Oh my Lord," he said between breaths, "that

was so sexy."

Cathy felt a warm glow pass through her; she had been

worried for nothing. She looked down at her husband's thick, straining cock,
flush with desire, almost painful looking. He wasn't lying. She reached for it,
touching it. Holding it. She had just had the best orgasm of her life, but she
was still wet. Still horny. She turned her face toward his, and made a single,
syrupy request, the same she made on their honeymoon:

"Fuck me, Sam."

He smiled and turned quickly to the bedside table,

retrieving a condom. He was on her in an instant, kissing, groping, squeezing.
He positioned himself between her legs, but her sweet center wouldn't come to
him easily. He struggled, first with the condom wrapper, then with the condom
itself, its slippery latex never quite gaining purchase around the head of his
desperate cock.

"God, I really do hate these things," he said

through clenched teeth.

Cathy lay there, desperate to feel her husband push himself

inside her, equally frustrated with the fact that they were still using condoms
after almost 20 years of marriage. Then a thought came to her. They had already
cracked open the door of her past, what could it hurt to crack it open a bit
more, especially if she knew it would bring them both a wealth of new sensation
and pleasure?

"Sam, honey, I, I have an idea."

He looked down at her, beautiful and wanton below him, and

waited with bated breath to hear it.

"What if you didn't use a condom, and pulled out just

before you were going to cum?"

Sam felt a hard throb between his legs.

"But aren't you worried about; I mean what if you;

"

"It, she paused, once again hesitant to broach this

area of her own experiences, but something about the way he looked at her told
her to continue on. "It's never been a problem for me, in the past."

"You've, done that before?" Sam said almost

breathlessly. He didn't even realize his hand started slowly pumping his cock.

"Yes."

"You've had a man inside you without a condom, and he

pulled out before he finished?"

"Yes. My ex and I, he didn't like condoms either. it

was our solution to the birth control problem."

"Then where did he finish?" She watched his hand

stroke his cock long and hard. She felt her cunt throb.

"On me."

Sam gulped hard and felt himself start to sweat.

"Where?"

His wife looked him dead in the eye.

"Wherever he wanted."

That was all Sam could take. He hiked her legs up around his

waist, and with gasping desperate breaths roaring out of them each like a blast
furnace, he lined himself up at her wet, swollen entrance, and pushed. Moans
erupted from the lovers as she took him full to the hilt.

Electricity burst through the closed circuit of their bodies

as they felt each other unencumbered for the first time in over 15 years. Sam
began to thrust himself into his wife, long, hard, and joyously. He gave her
everything he had, and her tight, sopping-wet cunt gripped him deliciously and
demanded more.

He and his wife were truly one once again, but as her slick,

velvety walls stoked the fire building in his loins, all he could think about
was the image of some other man pushing into his wife, fucking her, pleasing
her the way he was right then and there. Her cunt squeezing her lover's cock
the way she was squeezing his. Gripping her lover's waist with her legs and
heels, egging him on, the same way she was gripping his. Taking everything her
lover had, that way she was taking it from him, only for her lover to slip out
of her at the height of his frenzied pleasure so her body could take two
balls-full of hot cum the way she was about to take his.

Sam couldn't help but wonder where her lover, lovers, had

cum. He pictured his wife, another man's seed splashing across her stomach,
scattered lewdly across her back and ass, dripping from her perfect breasts,
maybe even her beautiful face.

Had they cum on her face? Had these men fucked Sam's wife to

the point of eruption, then pulled out and lurched their thick seed onto her
face?

Did she like it?

Did she ask for it?

Cathy's body was a hot cluster of firing nerve endings. Sam

was fucking her with a passion she couldn't ever remember experiencing from
him, and she was unable to stifle her pleasure-filled yelps, moans, and cries
as he drove his thick cock into her over and over.

It felt bigger. Thicker. She could feel her body stretch to

accommodate it, rushing fresh rivers of her juices down to encourage him, to
welcome his cock.

A slight shift in position suddenly adjusted his angle of

approach, and Cathy was overcome by intense, rushing pleasure as the head of
his cock began to hit her in the exact right spot. She was going to cum again.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, baby, yes, baby; fuck me,

fuck me!" She began to cry out almost involuntarily. Her body was strapped
to a rocket that left the atmosphere in seconds, hung there in the transitional
bliss of zero gravity for just a single sweet moment, and then exploded in a
thick, strong orgasm.

Cathy's body contracted and jerked beneath her husband's,

but he never let go, never stopped thrusting as she soared through her second
orgasm. It was the most purely erotic thing he had ever experienced, and it was
the final straw for his own gallant constitution.

Sam reared up off of her, his cock slipping out of her warm,

tight center. Cathy gasped, looking at her husband towering over her like a
Greek statue, flushed and in heat, his hard, proud cock reaching to the sky,
slick with her juices. His hand grasped it, his eyes closed. She whispered a
sultry "yes" and gasped as the first viscous rocket of his cum
launched out of the tip and soared up her body. She felt the hot juice sear her
collar bone, and it was only a fraction of a second before she felt the second
spurt splash against her chin, stronger than the first.

Her breath came hard and fast as she took in the sight of

her strong, statuesque husband ejaculating all across her heaving body. Her
cunt throbbed. This was nothing like the times her previous boyfriend had done
it. That, though still sexy, was more about efficiency. This, well this was the
hottest thing she had ever experienced.

Sam looked down at the slithering body of his wife as he

emptied his tight balls all over his bride. She looked like a dirty, sexy
angel. An angel of love. An angel of sex. Thick white splatters of semen
painted her from pubic bone to neck; this had to have been the biggest load he
had ever shot.

He wondered if it was the biggest load she'd ever received.

The lovers looked at each other in silence for a moment,

each breathing heavy, each taking in the experience they just had.

"Was that ok?" Sam finally said. Cathy smiled. He

was so adorable; he just fucked the shit out of her and he was still concerned
with her own wellbeing. She loved him so much. He was amazing.

"Yes, Sam," she said through a chuckle, "it

was fucking amazing." Then the thought crossed her mind that she should
check in with him as well. This was a new experience for both of them, but even
more so for him, and if this new era of communication was going to continue,
she needed to make sure it did. "Was it ok for you?"

"You nailed it, honey: it was fucking amazing."

They both burst out laughing at Sam's rare display of

profanity.

Sam slipped away for a moment and came back with a warm, wet

towel. It felt good on her body as he gently wiped his cum from her skin. Cathy
closed her eyes and realized she was having a first of her own. In all the
times she had been with other men before Sam, in all the nights that ended with
cum splashed on her naked body, she couldn't remember a single time where the
man she was with helped with the clean-up, and definitely not as lovingly as
Sam did.

She had never in their relationship questioned her love and

commitment to this man, and as they lie there in each other s arms, drifting
off to sleep, she knew there was nothing but excitement and pleasure ahead of
them on this new erotic adventure.

She had told him what she wanted, she couldn't wait to find

out what he wanted. And she had a pretty good idea of where to start.

"Oh, fuck, oh, Fuck, yes; fuck me, fuck me!"

Pastor Sam McGinnis had two hands full of his wife Cathy's

pert ass, using it for leverage as he drove his rock hard cock into her tight,
welcoming cunt from behind. For only the second time in over 15 years he was
inside his wife bareback, and he didn't know how long he could last.

He had missed the feeling of her silky juices sliding over

his skin, her slick, tight walls gripping and spreading over the sensitive
flesh of his cock, electrifying his body. Not since shortly after their wedding
had he felt this sensation, when he got to empty his balls, unencumbered, into
his lovely new bride.

Cathy was allergic to birth control, so condoms were their

only option, an option neither of them really liked, an option that was
definitely a contributing factor to their decline in intimacy over the years.

A decline that had continued until last night, when Cathy

suggested an alternative, one that made Sam's cock harder than it had been in
years. His beautiful wife wanted him to fuck her bareback, and then pull out of
her at the last moment and shoot his orgasm on her body.

It wasn't the activity itself that got Sam so excited,

however, it was the fact that it was an activity she had done with at least one
other man before she met Sam. He had been a virgin when they got together, but
she had not been, and they never really talked about her sexual past. He had no
idea how many men she had been with, or what they had done, or even really what
she liked done to her.

Until last night.

Her suggestion; her request; had cracked open a door that

Sam desperately wanted to open further. He had had a bit of a kink for hearing
stories and experiences, ever since high school when his platonic female
friends would spill all the lurid details of their horny experimentations to
their non-threatening male friend.

Now, he couldn't stop thinking about other men spraying his

wife's hot, young body with thick semen, all the places she may have taken it,
wanted it. He needed to know more. He needed to know what else she had
experienced. What else she wanted.

"Oh fuck, baby, that's it; I'm gonna cum, Sam; I'm

gonna cum!"

Cathy couldn't believe how turned on she was. There was a

lot of doubt in her mind last night about whether opening up her sexual past to
her husband was a good idea. She had never wanted to rub it in, never wanted
him to feel bad about being a virgin when they met. But now, as she lay perched
on her hands and knees on their mattress, bracing herself with one hand against
the headboard, the thrusting of her husband's cock driving her full speed
toward another orgasm, she wondered why she ever waited so long.

She realized the peek into her past had revved Sam up

greatly, and it was in that moment that she realized she had almost no idea
what turned him on; really turned him on. His fantasies, his kinks, his
fetishes, this new adventure they were on was meant to be all about
communication, and communication was a two way street. Just the thought of
learning new things about her husband, of helping him learn new things about
himself, made her cunt gush. But what surprised her the most, what she hadn't
expected, was how much re-living experiences from her own past turned her on.

Cathy had started having her partners pull out and cum on

her body purely as a solution to the birth control problem, but what Sam didn't
know, and what she wasn't sure she was ready to share just yet, was that it
wasn't just a necessity, it was something she liked. Feeling the searing heat
of their sticky loads slap her skin, watching their bodies contort in ecstasy,
gave her an intense erotic boost. She thought back to Sam's spurting cock the
night before. Then further back to Tom. Then further still to Chris. To Lenny.

Her body shuddered, her slick walls gripped and pulsed

around her husband's thick, driving cock, and Cathy McGinnis, the pastor's
wife, exploded in orgasm.

Sam felt his wife convulse and let out a long, strong moan.

He sucked in breath through clenched teeth as he drove into her. He wanted to
steer her all the way through her pleasure, but the sensations around his
swollen cock and the erratic, wild moans from his wriggling wife, were all too
much. He let out a loud, desperate grunt of his own as he lost control. He
slipped his drenched cock out of Cathy's still-spasming center with abandon,
gripped, stroked, and lassoed thick white ropes of cum across his wife's back
and all over her heart-shaped cheeks.

Exhausted, the lovers both took a moment to catch their

breath. Sam looked down on his work, at the white slippery streaks racing up
his wife's back. He was impressed he could muster such volume after the
previous night. She looked so sexy, splattered in his cream. It was something
he never even thought to ask for, but was now quickly becoming something he was
desperate to witness again.

Cathy looked back over her shoulder, shooting him the most

devilish smile he'd ever seen.

"Umm; good morning, sweetie." she chuckled. His

spent cock throbbed in his hand.

Cathy's eyes caught the clock on their bedside table and

shot wide.

"Shit, we gotta get going!" Sam had completely

lost track of time. It was Sunday morning, and he had a sermon to deliver.
Church was the furthest thing from his mind, however. Cathy bounded up off the
bed. Sam's eyes were glued to her as she padded off to the bathroom, a certain
pep in her step, fresh semen cascading down her back.

He heard the shower turn on.

"What a woman," he thought.

Watching her husband from the pews, Cathy had a hard time

focusing on the sermon he was giving. Her mind was on the activities of the
previous evening, and the activities of the morning. She wondered if it was
wrong, sitting there in church day dreaming about fucking her husband, being
fucked by him, about his hot cum spurting out all over her, but every time she
caught his eye and saw him try to suppress a smirk she knew he was thinking the
same thing.

She was trying to keep her thoughts more Godly, but they

just seemed to get dirtier. She thought about being up there with him tucked
down behind the pulpit on her knees, taking him into her mouth while he
evangelized, listening to his loud hallelujah when he finally filled her mouth
with his cum.

She shook it off; thinking about doing naughty things to her

husband was one thing, but feeling herself get moist under the eyes of the lord
made her feel a little strange. It would just have to wait till later.

After the service, as the congregation mingled, Cathy made a

B-line to Sandy. Sandy had been the one to give her the suggestion of opening
up more with Sam, and she needed to tell her all about it.

"Sandy!" she almost yelled, touching her on the

shoulder.

"Hey Cath, what's up?" Sandy was chatting with her

husband Don and their best friend Kelly.

"I just wanted to um, thank you, for the advice you

gave me yesterday. It was, very productive."

After a slight pause to try and remember what advice she

gave, Sandy's eyes lit up, followed by a sly smile. "Oh! Of course; come with
me, and tell me all about it!"

Sandy excused herself from her husband and friend with a

wink, and slipped away with Cathy. Don and Kelly looked at each other and
smirked knowingly at each other. What Cathy didn't know is that Sandy had told
them both all about the conversation they had had at the pool party.

The three of them had met at Sandy and Don's for drinks that

evening after the party. Their daughter Steph was out for the evening, as were
Kelly's daughter Alex and her stepson Tim. They got to talking about the party,
and about the new youth pastor Ginny. The girls agreed she was quite a hottie,
and could tell by the way Don shifted around in his pants that he agreed as
well.

This led Sandy to recount her talk with Cathy, and got the

three of them speculating on the love life of their pastor and his wife. Don's
pants began to grow tighter, and the girls began to tease him, making their
idle speculations naughtier and naughtier, until the teasing stopped, and the
two women gleefully found themselves on the floor, between Don's legs, taking
turns sucking his cock.

This was not the first time this had happened, nor would it

be the last. Unbeknownst to anyone in their church, these three had been
regularly enjoying each other physically for years. Their fellow parishioners
would surely be shocked to find out what these three had done with each other,
and others. Cathay would be shocked as well if she knew discussion of her
conversation with Sandy led to Don taking turns fucking the two fr

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