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The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 4

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The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 4Asking forgiveness instead of permission.

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"Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."

Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up.

"Tell

you what, you come to church with us, we'll take the crew to Sonic for
lunch and then home; I'm pretty sure I can be plastic balls deep in your
ass by two."

She was so matter of fact about this.

"So, church?"

I

didn't want to go to church with her and the family, but there was a
certain wicked allure to attending services, knowing I'd be feasting on
her later in the day.

"Can't I just wait for you until after church?"

"If you're there with us, I know I'll be sweating just a little more than usual."

She knew my kinks far too well. I couldn't resist her Sunday savor and quickly agreed.

This

strange conversation was made even stranger as she was now scheduling
me to attend church with her, then the exact time she would sodomize me.
Salvation and sin in a single afternoon.

I

didn't have to say yes, she knew I'd be there from the reaction of my
cock that began to thicken rapidly. She gently stroked it and looked at
it.

"You're

right, seven and a half inches. Would you be a dear and get the coconut
oil and that big ass plug from the bedside table?"

"Now?"

"If

I'm going to shove seven inches up your cute bottom tomorrow, it's only
fair you should shove your seven and a half inches up mine today."

"You mean; ?"

She bit her lip in a sensuous way and rolled over presenting her ass to me.

I move quickly to the side table, my breath quickening.

"You're sure?"

"I've been waiting for you to knock at my back door for a while. That Gideon thing really put a damper on our progress."

We

had done just about everything else we could this summer, and now she
was offering me her ass. Of course there was a price, my ass in
exchange.

I

and been fingers deep, I had probed with my tongue, pressed my cock on
that pink knot of door and had surrendered to the notion it wasn't going
to happen, but now she was granting me entry.

I found the coconut oil and the large ass plug and returned to her. She met me with a gentle kiss.

"Here's what I want you to do. Put that in me. All the way"

She

rolled over so she was face down, then took several pillows and shoved
them under her tummy, so she was tilted down with her ass up. Relaxing,
she and opened her legs, a trickle of my cum leaked from her pussy to my
pillow covers.

I

approached her gently, smearing the soft coconut oil on her. The room
was chilly enough that the oil was semi-solid, the consistency of soft
butter. When it contacted her sealed puckernut, her body heat turned it
to liquid in an instant. I wiped more on, gently poking into her tight
ring with my forefinger. I pushed into the first knuckle and could tell
she was receptive to what was to come.

I took the large plug and pushed it against her ass. I was tentative, not wanting to bring any pain.

"You can go harder."

With

her permission I pushed again, and her anus dilated, opening a small
gape, but that was all I needed and fed the pointed end inside to trap
her muscles open.

Another

push and her anus widened with remarkable ease. At its widest this ass
plug was thicker than my cock so I was confident she could accommodate
me.

When her anus was opened to its zenith, the plug was half in and half out, a push could reject it. A pull could accept it.

Her

muscles took over, a gentle squeeze and a pull the entire ass plug was
swallowed the plug sealing shut with gentle fart sound, leaving only the
jeweled handle showing.

"You've been practicing," I whispered.

"I know you want to cum in my ass," she whispered, "do you have condoms?"

"Really? We need condoms?"

"You can cum in my ass inside a condom. But then you have to put the contents into my cunt."

I didn't have to ask why. She had made it perfectly clear all summer where my sperm had to end.

"No, I don't have any."

"Go to my house. Bedside table, right side, under a booklet of evening prayers. There are some there."

"You want me to go to your house for condoms?"

"No one is home. Go now while I let this toy relax my muscles. Hurry."

I sat up and thought about this.

"This is nuts."

"I want this for you," she whispered. "The backdoor is open."

I

assumed she meant the backdoor to her house, but either way, I jumped
up, threw on some sweats, and hurried out of my house to the bushes
separating our two homes.

I

looked around; no one was in sight, so I dashed for the back door. It
was open. Inside, I hurried up the stairs, searching for the master
bedroom.

Once I arrived, I approached the bed, opened the bedside table, and saw a metal liquor flask.

I

then realized I was on the wrong side of the bed, so I jumped over to
the right side, opened the drawer, shuffled through some religious
materials, and found several condoms. I took one, shut the drawer, then
opened it again and took two more. Why settle for one and done?

I gazed at the enormous bed and envisioned Mandy in it with The Bishop. That diminished some of the excitement.

But

then I noticed her clothes hamper and lifted the top. Several pairs of
her LDS garments were calling to me. I grabbed a pair and inhaled that
scent that drove me wild. In seconds, I was back on track. I held on to
the panties, stuffing them into my pocket to enjoy later, and I sprinted
back to my house.

Stashing

the garment in a kitchen drawer, I wondered who I had become. Two
months ago, if you had told me I'd be having an affair with the woman
next door and now be stealing her used underwear, I would have laughed.
But that was me now; and I didn't mind at all.

I walked into the bedroom holding the condoms like a trophy.

Mandy

was on the bed, on her knees, facing away from me. I think she had been
in this position since I left, enjoying the expansion in her rectum.

Her hands were on her thighs just below where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was holding her ass cheeks open wide.

The ass plug handle was glaring at me.

I

just stood there as she began to push. Her ass flexed and the ass plug
pushed out then quickly retreated back in. She did it again, and again.
Each time the plug came further out, widening her tight brown ring with
each push.

"Can you push it out, or should I pull it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Push it out," I said. Goddam I wanted to see this.

She

bent forward and placed her hands on her thighs to catch her breath.
She resumed pushing, letting out a small moan with each push. From this
view I could see her long pussy lips hanging below her, thick from her
lust.

She

was both putting on a show to please me and training her body to obey
her commands, rather than nature's instructions. So, I practiced the
virtue of patience.

She

gripped her cheeks and gave a strong push, the egg-shaped toy crowned.
She gave another push, and it popped out, followed by a small rush of
fouled coconut oil that had been trapped inside. There was a little
noise, half air, half wetness.

Then

her asshole closed and quickly opened again. She flexed her core, and
it remained open like a small mouth, fixed to whistle, ready for me to
enter.

She

had a penchant for doggy style, something I realize other women liked
as well. I always felt self-conscious in this position, because it felt
so dominant, and I wasn't sure if that was my sexual personality; until
this summer when Mandy assured me, she was mine to do with as I wanted. I
grew to love the control doggy style gave me over her.

Strangely,

she had trained me to be more assertive, to encourage and bring out any
dominant traits I had kept buried. So, as she presented her ass to me, I
knew it was mine to enjoy; so long as I didn't cum in there.

I

quickly unwrapped the condom and rolled it on my cock. It was
pre-lubed, but so was her ass as clear drips of coconut oil dribble down
her perineum to her cunt.

I

chose to stand, bending my knees to bring my cock to the waiting hole.
Her sphincter looked like a large round bullseye against the paleness of
her ass. I wasn't sure how long she could keep it open, so I grasped my
cock and pushed the thick cap past the open barrier.

She groaned with pleasure as I expanded her slightly upon entry. Putting a hand back to my thigh, she slowed me.

"Give it a second, baby, just a second."

I paused and could feel her tight muscles on my cock tip, slowly that grip faded and pushed forward.

"Easy now,"

"Oh my God, you're big. You're;"

I

wasn't sure if she was just trying to stroke my ego or making a
declarative statement. I put one hand on her back, the other on my leg
and continued inward.

She let out a high-pitched howl, three times in a row, something I had never heard before.

I gave a hard push.

"Oh my God, not all the way in yet, please." She begged.

I

hesitated. Then decided I was in charge and pushed inward. She reacted
with a long groan. I gave several pushes then withdrew to admire her
open ass.

Holding

my latex covered cock in hand I admired the view of her waiting for my
next plunge. Her unused pussy lips were visible below, confused by the
blood swelling them, but lack of attention.

I

thrust deep in her ass this time driving myself to the hilt. While the
ass plug might have been wider than me at its midpoint it wasn't longer,
and my cock entered the deeper areas of her rectum unexplored by
fingers or toys.

Her

internal muscles went to work on my cock enclosing around it and doing
what nature created them to do, ripple and pulse to expel anything in
the area. So, while her rectum tried to push me out, I overpowered it
will be pushing inward, and the battle of pleasure began for the two of
us.

I let out a low groan.

"You like that filthy hole, don't you?" she said.

I

certainly did, and I also enjoyed hearing her speak in this manner. Not
that she didn't speak during sex; she was always vocal. But she didn't
say things like that.

"All I could think of in church was that thick cock of yours in my ass," she continued. "I soaked my panties thinking of you."

Wow,

she was going places, but I didn't reply instead began to push and pull
my cock creating a frenzy of pleasure. I responded with a groan, but
she wanted more.

I tried my hand at it.

"All I could think about in that hot church was to bend you over the pew and fuck your ass in front of the entire congregation."

I

pressed harder to emphasize my claim on her, and she responded with a
long, submissive moan. I was confident the mental imagery I painted in
her mind was compelling.

"I would make The Bishop watch me defile you."

She liked that and replied.

"He would be so angry, knowing I let you in my ass."

As

obscene as that image was, it emboldened me to fuck her ass harder as I
fantasized about The Bishop being forced to watch me take his wife in
that sacred sanctuary.

I could have finished but the position was causing my legs to cramp.

I

withdrew, my cock to with a loud fart sound from the air I had pushed
into her colon. She was caught her off-guard, but I gave her no time to
react and then dragged her body back, so her feet were off the bed,
torso on the bed, and her ass was presented to me at the perfect height
to defile it.

A

thick glob of coconut oil mixed with her anal moistures rolled down her
inner thigh as I was quick to reenter her, only now I was pushing hard
and no longer exploring her ass, I was fucking it mercilessly.

But this position wasn't perfect either. I pulled out to another rush of air and noise.

"It feels numb; It's so good. Keep going," she begged.

I

moved her forward, this time flat on the bed, her legs spread open. I
crawled on the bed on my knees, her ass under my balls. Guiding my cock
back to the hole I desired. Perfect. This was the way to fuck a woman's
ass.

She made that strange sound of pleasure.

"That's it, baby. Deeper. I can take it,"

I

put my hand on her shoulders so I could lean on her, and it was game
on. I was pumping away furiously at her ass, the bed which was usually
sound and secure was rocking. The room was heating up, and the smell of
our illicit conjunction filled the room.

"I'm going to cum," I declared.

"Do it Baby, you can come in my ass," she reminded me.

There

was a hitch in her breathing, her body began to tighten, and her legs
twitched. That was the last thing she said as her orgasm hit her with a
surprise.

Her

anus constricted against my cock, and I felt the familiar muscle
contractions of an orgasm, but with my cock sleeved in her tight flesh
tube, it was far more intense on me.

Despite

the condom, her anal orgasm was incredible. She howled a cry of
pleasure, and she released a small shot of piss that I didn't bother to
point out followed by an intense massaging on my cock by the muscles of
her pelvic floor.

My

orgasm was intense. As the semen exited my cock it immediately shrouded
my cock with its sticky warmth. The condom held and contained my sperm,
which I imagined was teeming with life-giving DNA, slamming against the
walls of their latex prison looking for a warm body to impregnate.

She

lay there spent, but very much aware. This wasn't over. We had both
enjoyed the moment, but according to her wishes, we needed to complete
God's will and deposit my seed inside her vessel.

I

withdrew slowly, holding the condom to my cock so it wouldn't slip off
insider. Her anus closed with a confused sputter, spitting out drips of
coconut oil, air and other sounds.

I pulled back, and she rolled over to ensure I had done as promised.

My cock was semi hard, and I gently slipped the condom off, holding it closed.

She pulled her legs back, grasping each by the thigh,

She

and watched as I careful squeezed my sperm out of the condom into the
folds at the top of her cunt. She brought her fingers to catch any stray
drips, making sure most, if not all, found its way inside her.

When

she couldn't get any more out of the condom she found my cock, still
semi hard enough to enter her and placed the condom back on me, this
time inside out to create a cum covered sheath.

I

recognized her intention was for me to insert myself and push the
excess cum into her. It seemed like the exact opposite if what a condom
was intended for, but was different, as was everything to do with this
woman, and I rode her semi soft until the condom came out clean, washed
by her cunt that greedily claimed all traces of my thick white seed.

We

collapsed on the bed next to each other, but that moment was
short-lived. She then sat up to get dressed and go pick up one child and
drop off another, then prepare for a bake sale, a PTA meeting, and find
time for a manicure.

"Don't you get tired?"

"Exhausted. But this is my life, I chose it, I love it. I really do."

"This part too?"

"Oh, I love this part so much. What I get to do over here is my reward for everything else I do the rest of my day.”

She opened the bedside table drawer and took out the smallest ass plug, then threw it to me.

"You might want to start training that gorgeous behind of yours for Monday."

She

gave me a gentle kiss and was gone. I was left holding a bejeweled ass
plug sitting naked atop sheets that were stained with a variety of
liquids.

I

had two dates lined up with Mandy: Costco and church. On the sexy date
meter, these two destinations probably wouldn't even register a 1 out of
10, but I was as excited as I had been for my senior prom. The prom
came with the promise of a blowjob from Cindy Taylor, and all Costco had
in store for me was schlepping Mandy's stuff from the store to her car,
but couldn't wait.

I

was out front and ready for our Costco date. As we walked into the
store, sure enough, she ran into several people she knew. Mandy knew
everyone.

She

was cool, casually introducing me as her husband's intern. No one would
suspect anything else. Inside the big-box store, she was an expert,
filling two carts. I learned a lot about Kirkland versus name brands. I
made sure to keep my distance and prevent my hands and eyes from
wandering and having a wonderful time.

As

we rolled down the aisle with baking goods, she asked me to go get the
huge tub of coconut oil down from the shelf. Since there was no one
around, she whispered in my ear.

"Better get two, who knows, I really might like fucking your ass."

I was blushing, but I obeyed and grabbed a second jar of the best lube around.

I

bought her a hot dog at the food court, and she shared gossip about all
the people we had seen in the store. I noticed she had purchased a
bottle of whisky, hidden in the cart by toilet paper and paper towels.

"What's up with the whisky? You trying to take our coffee game up a notch?"

"Is whisky good in coffee?" she asked with genuine curiosity

"The Irish seem to think so."

I'll have to give it a try. This is for The Bishop. We all have our vices; his is a small taste of whiskey once in a while.

I recalled the flask in his bedside table. It was an interesting tidbit of information.

We

changed topics, but it did leave me wondering about The Bishop and what
it was about him that bothered me, aside from the fact that he was
Mandy's husband.

We

had to cut our fun short because the frozen items were thawing, but I
can't remember the last time I had such a great meal with a woman.

Actually,

I could. It was our lunch date at Georgetown before my senior year. A
date, whether real or not, isn't about the food or the atmosphere; it's
about the company you keep. I wanted to keep her forever, but not in a
creepy way.

We got to her house, and I helped unload the car and stock the shelves.

"I had a great time," I said.

"Great time, where?" Hannah said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Costco, your mom took me to Costco. I've never been there. I got socks and some other stuff."

Hannah looked at me nonplused.

"Wow, Ethan, Costco. So exciting?"

"Ethan is learning about the simpler things in life. He's coming to church with us on Sunday."

Hannah brightened up.

"Then I guess Costco will be the highlight of your week."

She left.

"Don't listen to her. You'll find church to be very uplifting."

As long as I was there with her, I didn't mind all the fire and brimstone they could throw at me.

I

woke up early on Sunday, showered, shaved then shaved my balls, crotch,
and even my ass. I wanted to be ready for what Mandy had in store for
me.

The Amazon box arrived two days ago, and it had been several days since we were intimate.

I

walked to the Bartons' and climbed into the passenger seat of the
Suburban. The Bishop took his car because Sundays were an all-day event
for a man of his stature.

Amanda

wore a properly fitted green linen dress with large buttons. The
outfit, along with the LDS garments she wore underneath, kept her large
tits subdued. Her only indulgence was her matching green heels.

The Bishop wasn't sitting with us, but rather in a pew alongside other Bishops and elders.

The

speaker's sermon focused on readings from Genesis 2:18. The reading was
clear in its purpose: "And the Lord God said, It is not good that the
man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him."

Mandy leaned over to me. "Is that me? Am I your helper?"

As

I processed the sermon, which focused on God's design for marriage and a
one-flesh union, I could see how she was helping me. I had never cared
for anyone like I did for her. I grew sad that she might be helping me,
saving me from being alone, but what I needed was for us to be together,
in a deep and meaningful way.

She let the side of her pinky finger graze the side of my hand, sending shivers through my body.

The sermon continued.

"That's why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh."

Again, our hands touched briefly. I could feel the heat of her touch on my skin.

"Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame."

That

was it. That was my defining statement. I felt no shame. I looked at
Mandy, and she gently gazed at me, our pinky fingers hooked together in a
hidden embrace. It was like a pinky promise that neither of us would
feel shame, now or ever.

The

room was hot; our bodies were hotter. A single drop of sweat trickled
from her scalp. LDS sermons were never short. Time was standing still.

Amanda

always had things planned to the minute. After church, she piled
everyone in the suburban, we stopped at Sonic, picked up the order, and
headed home. She dropped me at my house and then drove off.

Chapter 8: The Lord Will Forgive.

That

had to be the longest sermon I've ever endured. It threw my impeccable
timing off. I hustled everyone into the car as Ethan slid into the
passenger seat.

He could see how rushed I was. The sweat was beading on my brow.

We hit the drive-through at Sonic. As usual, it was a mess with each kid changing their order.

Food in hand, we raced home. I dropped Ethan off at his house, thanked him for attending church, and was off.

At home, I made Hanna organize her brothers and sister. Food on the table, educational TV on the set. And I was off again.

"I'll be with The Bishop for the afternoon meetings," and headed out.

The rush, the heat of the sun, was making me sweat; something I'd normally hate, but not today, not on a Sunday.

I

drove out of our driveway, then turned down Ethan's driveway and
clicked open his garage. I parked inside, closed the door behind me, and
took a breath. This was my first moment of privacy all day since my
morning poop.

I

was tempted to just sit here, maybe let my fingers explore myself. I
adjusted myself and then it was out of the car and into Ethan's kitchen.

He was waiting there. His jacket was off, but his shirt and tie still on. I looked right at him with an almost animal desire.

It

had been quite a morning, sitting next to each other, aware that he
could sense the desire radiating from my body, listening to the words of
God preaching about a man and a woman and their one-flesh union. I'm
sure lust was also on the menu, but I lost track during our innocent
pinky play.

I approached him with intention.

"On your knees," I said dispassionately.

He obeyed. I pulled up my dress to reveal the LDS undergarments I knew he loved. He could see I soaked right through them.

He

moved in, but I held his head, only allowing him to inhale my rich
scent. I had never smelled another woman's cunt, but there must have
been something to my hormones and ph, because Ethan wasn't the first to
be enraptured by my flavor.

I let go of his head and he brought his hands up to pulled down my LDS panties and reveal my soaked pussy.

As he did he was met with a wet smack as my bright pink seven-inch lady cock flopped out surprising him.

He looked up at me and marveled.

"You wore it to church!"

I bit my lip innocently and nodded.

He

proceeded to pull my garments to the ground as I held my dress up with
one hand and gently stroked my lady cock with the other.

The

pink semi-realistic looking dildo was mounted to straps that held it in
place just above my cunt. It made out of silicone that had the firmness
of a hard cock with a little bit of give. I purposely chose one without
the balls, because I honestly didn't know if that would turn him on or
off. Best not to take chances.

If he wants balls after today, I'll get another.

It

took me 20 minutes to position it perfectly under my dress and LDS
garments, so that it hung down against my thigh without tenting my
dress, creating an unwanted spectacle.

It

wasn't comfortable at first, but once I was dressed and looking at
myself in the mirror, knowing I was hiding seven inches under my
clothing, was oddly invigorating.

No one in church knew, not even Ethan, and that alone caused me exhilaration.

Now,

about to receive his tongue, I held my lady cock up, giving gave him
unfettered access to my cunt, the only thing I wanted him concentrating
on right now.

I

had visited my esthetician yesterday to have my pubic area perfectly
manicured. She's an artist and left me with a thin coat of pubic hair
that tapered off where my labia started and cleaned away anything below
the top of my slit. I loved having fine hair above my cunt but having my
tenderest parts hairless.

I could smell my mating scent and a hint of the silicone from my lady cock as the room filled with the odor of impending sex.

Ethan

remained on his knees, and I lifted my right leg and placed it over his
shoulder resting my foot on a chair, opening my pussy directly in his
face.

He

grasped my ass cheeks, one with each hand and brought my fragrant
garden into his mouth. Attacking it with loud and hungry slurps.

Oh God, he's good at this. So good.

My

one hand gripped my dress and the lady cock, keeping them both out of
the way, the other hand grasped the curls of his hair as if bridling a
wild horse.

He

turned his head, so my pussy lips met his like two mouths in a make out
session. His tongue pushed inside me, and I could feel my clit rise to
meet him.

I

tilted slightly left offering his mouth access to more than my slit. He
took the bait, and I felt his tongue gliding down my perineum, wetting
it, approaching my furled knot then returning to my cunt, a move I
rewarded with a gentle moan.

I

silently thanked Raj, the dictator who ran my Pilates classes, because
this wasn't the easiest position to maintain. My leg muscles had been
trained, and I held firm, giving him unfettered access despite the
threat of leg cramps.

I

gently bounced on my left leg letting my pussy slide back and forth on
his mouth. I was unsure what to do with my hands so I gently began to
masturbate my lady cock. Of course, that provided no sensation, at least
not physical, but the act of stroking myself like a man, that must have
been some kind of mental trigger, because my brain rewarded me with a
rush of dopamine.

I

covered his head with the bottom of the green dress, forcing him to
inhale my essence. If my pussy smelled as good as he had told me, then
this would be heaven for him.

He

gently massaged my thigh while slurping away at my thickening labia
lips. This was loud, vulgar oral sex. He washed his mouth with my
wetness, and I moaned in response. It was crude, and it was
invigorating.

My

climax was coming fast, I knew I would cum several times today, so I
pushed in harder and ground down against his face. A flood of his saliva
and my drippings flowed down my thighs, soaking his fingers.

I pulled his hair tight then moved them to the back of his head and began to fuck his face with my cunt.

I

made a long cry that drowned out the crude sounds, then froze for a
second as the first wave swallowed me with pleasure. It passed, and I
continued to gyrate, slower, now as the second wave approached. This one
was big.

He

continued to lap away at my wetness. I knew he would not stop until I
told him to. I had to scold him in the past for stopping before my
orgasm ended. If nothing else, he was getting a good lesson in female
needs this summer.

Sometimes

when I orgasmed, he would feed his wet fingers for me to taste the
liquid flush my body created. He told me how my orgasms arrived with a
rush of sweetness. Perhaps it was my body's gift for providing me a
climax. I assume that sweet flow was about to fill his mouth.

And then I came. Hard.

He

could tell by the contraction of my muscles and the sounds of my
ecstasy. His tongue continued, and I let it tickle and provoke me until
the feeling became too much, nerve bundle overload, and I staggered back
until I found a wall to lean on as I rode the final seconds of glory he
provided me.

My

dress fell back into place hiding my lady cock which bulged against the
fabric. He slowly stood and we met in a deeply personal open-mouth kiss
that soon turned to me exploring his face, tasting what I gave him from
my body.

I

picked up my soiled undergarments, lifted my dress again, and mopped up
the mess we created, smiled, and opened a kitchen drawer where I had
earlier found he had placed a purloined pair of my soiled garments,
probably stolen from my laundry basket.

I

wanted him to know there was nothing about him that I didn't know. I
think he realized that as I placed this filthy garment with the other,
closed the drawer, and did so without a word.

I could see a look of guilt in his eyes.

I

didn't say a word; I took him by the hand up the stairs where I was on
excitement overload to strap on that rubber cock and feel what it's like
to enter a man.

He

came up behind me and unzipped my dress, which fell to the floor,
leaving me half-nude from the waist down, my pink lady cock hanging
there, ready for action.

I

turned around and loosened his tie, then gently unbuttoned his shirt,
kissing his chest as I exposed his flesh. He unbuckled his pants,
dropped them revealing his rigid cock, pulsing with excitement.

We

met in a kiss, and I gently stroked him with my fingers. He was so
hard, I could feel the veins bulge out like braille letters, letting me
read his excitement.

As

was my Sunday ritual, I wore my bra over my LDS garments. Some women
did it the other way around, bra first, garment second. But The Bishop
had always insisted the garment be worn against the flesh, and the bra,
to support my large tits, was over that. It wasn't very comfortable, but
it was The Bishops wish, and I always obeyed him.

Ethan

knew my bras opened from the front. Any woman with a sizable bust will
tell you this is the best option. He opened the bra, and it fell away;
then attempted to pull the garment over my head.

I

didn't let him. Today, I'd wear the now-fragrant LDS garment for a
while, just to drive him wild. This was all about pleasing my young man
in ways he never knew possible.

I

crawled on to the bed and lay propped up against the pillows, then took
some lube and began to masturbate my lady cock while I beckoned him
closer to me with a finger.

"That looks kind of big," he said with a bit of panic.

"Now you know what I have to deal with."

I continued to stroke it.

He

crawled forward over me, and our mouths met. Soft, deep kisses. He soon
moved to my tits, still covered with my fragrant LDS garment. His
kisses through the fabric excited my nipples, and they grew rock hard,
practically begging me to take off the top.

While

he kissed my cloth covered tits, I took his hand, putting his
forefinger in my mouth then two fingers, tasting the flavors my pussy
had left on them. I sucked them both, until his mouth returned to mine
and our tongues went at each other.

He

then moved his body down, perhaps to taste my pussy again, but he went
to all the way to my feet and did something unexpected. He began to lick
and suck my toes.

I

wasn't prepared for that, but I have always wanted to have my feet
worshiped, and I let the pleasure sink in. Letting out a moan of
approval, I stroked my leg. Sucking each toe until it was soaked he
began long licks up my legs, tasting the salt from my sweat as he
progressed.

I

thought I was in charge, what with me wearing the lady cock and all,
but he was working erogenous zones I didn't know existed. I felt hands
under my LDS garment working my tits, and realized they were my own.

He

continued onward, doing a slow burn up my legs. The room was getting
hot, or at least I perceived it that way, and I took the fragrant top
off, allowing me to knead and massage my tits freely. I turn the nipple
up on my left tit and brought it to my mouth and began to tease myself
into a heightened state.

Ethan

returned to me, but did not interfere with my tit play. Instead, he
raised my left arm, revealing a small gift I left him, a five o'clock
shadow on my armpits. I chose not to shave under my arms for the past
few days in anticipation of today's events.

Ethan

smiled, knowing I had done this for him. He held my arm up and began to
kiss and lick my armpit, pancaking his tongue and giving it long tastes
of my sweat. My armpits were the origin of my Sabbath savor, and I
would allow him to linger there as long as he needed.

I

had no idea a tongue on my armpit could generate so much pleasure, and I
would have been content to let this go on until we both orgasmed, but
he brought his mouth to mine, again bringing my flavors and my essence
back for me to taste.

He

returned to my armpit, licked it some more, and then to my tits, which
had been off limits. I was sure he could induce a letdown, but he chose
to go lower until he was at my thighs, looking at my lady cock.

I began to stroke it and held it erect, to show him what to expect.

He crawled back up the bed and lay on his back next to me, stroking himself as I rubbed my lady cock.

He's ready for me.

I

turned to face him and gently crawled over his body, my lady cock
hanging between my legs. I grabbed his hand and pinned him back, then
moved in for aggressive kisses then his nipples sucking on them then go
up on my knees and began to masturbate my fake cock in front of him.

He responded in kind, masturbating himself. I gestured to the coconut oil that was sitting on the bedside table.

He

took a handful and slather it on his cock then started masturbating. I
slathered another handful on my plastic cock and masturbated it as well.

"Legs back," I commanded.

He

pulled his legs up, so his knees were near his ears giving me a full
spread of anus, his perineum and his balls. He reached up and
masturbated my fake cock a few strokes, perhaps to insure it was
lubricated enough.

I

pushed his hand off and brought my head down low, licking his balls
gently. Like myself, he had sat through a long, hot sermon, and his
balls tasted of salt and sweat.

I

moved to the brown skin that circled his tight knot and began to lick
in an elliptical motion, fully aware how much this was stimulating the
nerve endings around this sensitive area.

He

was clean and smelled of Noxzema. No doubt he spent extra time cleaning
himself in anticipation of my intentions. I teased him with a sharpened
tongue that dipped into his sealed hole, surprising him.

Then

I rose and returned to his face with deeper kisses. My plastic cock
rested next to his flesh cock and I could feel both on my soft flesh.

How

often had I been in his portion as he would come up on me, press his
cock against my stomach as kissed getting ready to insert himself in me.

From

this position, I could feel the dominance. Sure, I'd ridden him plenty
of times from above, but to do packing seven inches of cock was like
having a weapon. It empowered me.

I

took the coconut oils and lubed my cock and fingers then gently pressed
on his backdoor until it opened and swallowed my two fingers. As I slid
into his rectum could feel his smooth surface.

Ethan made a moan that betrayed the pain.

"Should I stop?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

And

I continued, and in a few seconds, I was sliding my fingers in and out
with ease. Ethan's cock remained hard without so much as touch from me.

I

pulled my fingers out, slathered some more oil on my girl cock and his
hole then took the toy in hand and pushed the head against his pucker.
The dildo had a much more tapered head than Bruce's cock with its thick
mushroom cap and slid in an inch without issue.

But then he winced, I had met the inner sphincter, a far tougher doorman.

With a push from my hips, he let out a gentle groan of pleasured pain, and I was past the last barrier.

From self-experience, I knew the pain was behind us and proceeded inward.

I

placed my hands on his thighs and gently began to press forward. I
thrust my hips driving the cock into his ass. Ethan grasped his legs
below the knees to keep his legs up and ass open.

I

pushed again and drove the cock in as far as I could finding myself
resting against his ass. Moving my hands to get position, I did what men
do to me and began thrusting my hips to drive in and pull out.

At

first fast, then slow, then I leaned into him, placing my tits against
his chest, our mouths met, and my movements became gentle and sensual.

Our

kisses were intense, as we both were experiencing something so wild for
the first time. I could see his nostrils flaring as he inhaled that
Sunday savor from my armpits. The entire moment animal sex, and even
though I was sharing gentle probing kisses, I had every intention to
bring this up a notch in 5, 4, 3, 2;

I pulled up thrusting my hips, driving my girl cock deeper in my young man's ass, catching him by surprise.

"You like my cock in your ass?" I asked.

I demanded an answer.

I

realized the angle wasn't perfect and suddenly pulled out, catching him
off guard. He looked up at me with wondering eyes. Why had I done that?

Grabbing a pillow, I brought it to us.

Put that pillow under your back. I need to go deeper.

Ethan obeyed and put the pillow under the small of his back as I stroked my girl cock for him to watch.

"Bring your ass to me"

He complied and scooched down like an obedient boy.

I

held my girl cock and then slapped it on his confused tight knot,
careful not to hit his balls. I followed with my fingers riding around
his rim, then girl cock in hand, I dragged it up and down the outside of
his ass from his balls to his tailbone, warning him of what was about
to happen. Again.

Placing

one hand on his thigh, I got the cock tip easily in his ass then slid
in, this time bringing all seven inches inside him.

He grunted as he held his legs back in a position that could only be for anal sex or a doctor's examination.

I

went to work with my hips, giving rapid thrusts followed by circular
motions, making sure I was stimulating his nerve endings more than they
could handle.

The

feeling of empowerment was overwhelming. I both loved it and feared it.
As a woman, my role had always been to receive pleasure from a man and
return it. But like this, with my hands holding his ankles as I watched
my girl cock slide in and of his ass, I felt dominance. And it scared me
that I liked it so much.

Ethan's

moans were far more animal and guttural than normal. I didn't want to
spoil the moment by thanking him for allowing me this feeling.

"Do you like me fucking you?" I asked.

"I do; this is;"

I gave my girl cock a hard shove and he winced unable to finish his sentence.

"I love how you're taking it."

I

really did. Watching him react to an inanimate part of my body was
captivating. I felt something coming over me, a feeling born from being
truly in charge and born from his moans of pleasure. It was strong but
distant and growing. My body began to perspire. Already ripe from a day
spent in thick polyester garments, then engaged in sex, I could smell my
fragrance. My human ester, the key ingredient to my body's natural
perfume.

My

tits were covered in perspiration as I continued to ride Ethan. Drops
of my salty, fragrant water dripped on his face and chest. I saw him
licking his lips.

I was about to cum. It was unexpected, and frankly, the timing was not;

"Oh, my God!" He shouted. "Oh, my God!"

Then,

without warning, without even being touched, his cock began to bob and
pulsate. I watched in complete awe as it rose and fell like a whale
cresting the waters. Ethan was too busy moaning to notice. As I reached
down to grab his cock, he spontaneously erupted in orgasm. Long ropes of
thick white cum splattering on his torso. Three in rapid succession,
and then two, with a lesser force.

He

let out a long groan of pleasure. As I watched him orgasm, it was swept
up in my wave of pleasure, and I let out a long moan that turned into
quick, short breaths.

I came to a slow stop with my girl cock still deep in his rectum. I release my grip on his ankles and put his feet down.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would happen," he said with a little bit of fear.

"It's Okay," I replied. "It's fine."

"No, it's not. You have your rules, and I felt myself coming, but I thought I could hold on longer."

"It was amazing to watch. Amazing."

"But I didn't finish inside you."

"The Lord will forgive. We can all count on his forgiveness."

I put my hand on his semi thick cock and gently stroked it to coax several pearls of cum to bubble out and over.

He

relaxed to enjoy the feeling as I slowly pulled back until my girl cock
slid out of him and his sphincter snapped shut. A trickle of liquefied
coconut oil leaked out.

He lay there almost helpless as I sat up to look down on my young man.

I had so much to tell him. There were things he needed to know.

I

snuggled in close, our bodies both covered in perspiration, wet,
fragrant, and spent. He turned to me and held me tight. The sperm that
had landed on him was transferred to my body, and I gently ran my
fingers through its life-giving gift.

"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" I asked with a pouting face.

"If that were even possible," he replied.

Chapter 9: If That Were Even Possible.

Mandy snuggled in close to me, holding me tight.

"So, you're going to forget all about me when you return to Boston?" she asked with a pouting face.

"If that were even possible," I replied.

"You know it's not too late to return to the church. I'd very much like to be together in the celestial kingdom."

She was offering me a relationship for when we both died and went to LDS heaven.

"Like they would even let me in."

"Why don't you think you'll be in the celestial kingdom?" she asked, confused by my doubt.

"Well, beyond my lack of faith, there is this adultery conundrum. Judgment day might be a little harder for people like me."

She got serious at the word 'adultery'.

"This isn't adultery; It's not something to make jokes about."

I had never seen her so serious.

What was I thinking?

If I were an adulterer, so was she, and considering her husband and family, her transgressions were more serious than mine.

The last thing I wanted was to introduce the real world into our small fantasy life.

"I'm sorry, that was insensitive."

"What if I told you The Bishop knows I'm here. He knows what we do when we're together."

I laughed at the notion.

"God forbid. That would be a huge problem."

"Not if I was here with his permission."

I was confused by her hypotheticals and concerned she might be feeling the need to confess our summer tryst to her husband.

"If you're thinking of telling him, I can give you a hundred reasons not to.

"You're not listening to me. I don't have to tell him, he knows I'm here. He knows what we do here."

Panic washed over me.

I sat up in bed and looked at her.

"Please tell me you're making a joke."

She didn't smile.

My mouth went dry. My head began to spin.

"Why would he;"

"Why would he allow me to be with you? To make love with you? To let you take me as a husband takes his wife?"

I had no words.

"The same reason he let your father take me for eighteen years."

"My father? What does he have to do with this? With us?"

She sat up now.

"About the time your mother died, we found out The Bishop could not father children."

"He has children," I reminded her. "Five of them."

"No, your father sired all my children. From Gideon down to John-John. Your father, not The Bishop, gave me those children."

This had gone way too far to be a joke. I got out of the bed and stood looking at her. This could not be true.

"You and my father;"

"You and I have had sex dozens of times this summer. Is it that hard to imagine me with your father?"

"Yes, it is!" I said and dropped into a chair.

If the moment when she told me Gideon had caught us was bad enough, this was a complete out-of-body, horrifying experience.

"It's

imperative for The Bishop to have a large family. He's a leader in our
community; a pillar. Your father had always been a kind man. He found me
attractive, so we approached him with the offer. Well, he was hesitant
at first, but he's a man. He had needs and urges that I could satisfy.
After I got pregnant with Gideon, he agreed to sire all my children."

"Then Gideon and Hannah are my;"

"Your brother and sister. They all are."

This

was overwhelming. My father had given Mrs. Barton all five of her
children. More specifically, all her children were my siblings; every
single one of them and I had just spent the better part of the summer
sleeping with their mom.

"When your father died, we were trying to get pregnant with my sixth child. Sadly, that didn't happen."

Why would he do this?

She moved in close and lovingly took my hand.

"He

did it for you and me. The Bishop promised him you would get into the
best schools, have the best jobs, and become an essential church
member."

I got into Harvard on my own.

Your application was impressive, but it needed a call from The Bishop to finalize it.

You're saying my father had sex with you in exchange for me getting into Harvard?

Well,

not at first. After your mother died, your father was lonely. He needed
companionship. You probably wouldn't have noticed; you were about 7
years old at the time.

The Bishop convinced him to help me get pregnant. In exchange, The Bishop financed your father's business.

My

father owned a storage facility and had a U-Haul franchise. Neither
made a lot of money, but we were never in financial hardship.

"The Bishop helped him for years. Your father wasn't a very good businessman."

"Maybe because he was too busy having sex with the woman next door," I fired back.

Her face got cross.

"Enough of that. Don't speak poorly of your father. He gave me everything I care about in this life. That includes you."

"Then why didn't you leave The Bishop and take up with my father?"

"Your

father never stopped loving your mother. Never. That's what made this
so perfect. He didn't want me; well, not as a wife. We each fulfilled a
need."

"Oh God, I know I'll end up in counseling after this."

"Don't even joke about that. This can never get out."

"You can't tell me whether I can go to counseling. This is some fucked up shit."

"Language. And it's not me telling you; it's The Bishop. You never want to cross The Bishop."

It

was a real threat. I could hear his voice in her words. There was no
telling how far The Bishop would go to protect his image, but I was
certain that crossing him could cost me dearly.

"Just let me process this. You're the mother of my father's children. Your husband, The Bishop, consented to this arrangement."

Your father first, and now you. You were both The Bishop's idea.

I gazed at her with fear in my eyes.

The

Bishop feels a family should have seven children to serve the Church.
After your father died, he decided you should be the father of our last
two children and maintain their bloodline intact.

"Why did you agree to this? You let him just put you out there to breed? Like a farm animal?"

The next thing I felt was a slap across my face.

It stung.

"What was that for? This isn't a freaking soap opera, you can cut out the dramatics."

"I'm not some kind of farm animal."

"Okay, I'm sorry about that. But he's breeding you. Making you have sex to get pregnant.

"It was my idea."

"You said it was his idea."

He

wanted sperm donors. I refused. I will not conceive a child through
such an impersonal method of procreation. It had to be physical.

"This

whole thing. This summer of; all the sneaking around. All the sex. All
that talk about not wasting my seed. Was all this just so I could try to
get you pregnant?"

"Which is what you did."

I looked at her in awe.

"Ethan,

we're going to have a child together. You've fulfilled God's desire for
me to have a sixth child. The Bishop and the Lord will bless you for
what you've done."

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down. You said you couldn't get pregnant. You assured me of that."

"While I was breastfeeding, that was true, but I weaned John-John weeks ago. I told you that."

I interrupted her. "We have been fucking like rabbits,"

"Making love," she corrected me.

"Did you love my father?"

"Yes and no. I spent much of a summer getting to know him before I allowed his sperm into me. I loved his spirit."

"You loved his spirit? What does that mean?"

"He

was caring, he cared about me. He was kind. I loved his spirit, who he
was, and what he was doing for me. I could not conceive a child without
love. All my children were conceived with the spirit of love."

"You won't conceive a child without love?"

"No child deserves that," she replied.

"Then you concede that you love me, don't you?"

She was quiet. Looking for words.

"You

know I love you," I said, without giving her a chance to answer. "You
know this, right? Because I've done a lousy job of hiding it.

She remained quiet.

So, what is it? Do you love me? Or just my spirit? I have the right to know.

She seemed lost, unsure how to answer.

"You," she said softly. "I love you."

Suddenly,

the weight of everything she had just laid on me disappeared. She got
up from the bed, came over to me, and embraced me, putting her hand on
my shoulder.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," she said in a voice that seemed on the verge of tears.

I

tried not to let it happen, but that day at Costco, just the two of us,
I realized The Bishop never once spent a moment like that with me.

"If I could have spent six more hours in that store with you, I would have; "

She pulled away and took her garment top, pulling it over her head as she began to dress.

"This changes everything," I said in a hopeful tone.

"No,

it changes nothing. This child will be The Bishop's child. His sixth
child. You'll go back to school. I'll go back to my duties as a wife,
mother and helpmeet."

"What if I say no? What if I tell people? The elders. The other Bishops?"

You

would be destroying me as a person. You would force me to become an
outcast. The children would be taken from me. You would be condemned by
the church. But The Bishop, he would be fine.

"He's

a fucking monster. He made you do this. Whored you out to me, to my
dad. What if I had turned you down? What if I had half a brain and
didn't let you seduce me?"

"There were alternatives, but only you ensured the pure bloodline."

"Gideon? Was he my alternative?"

"That's

irrelevant. We're having a child. You provided me and The Bishop with
our sixth child. He'll be happy, and you'll reap benefits from this."

"So, this is how it ends? I give that bastard what he wants. He gets my child and you?"

"It's not over. Six months after our child is born, we'll conceive another; my seventh. We can do this again."

"Oh, my God, this nightmare is never going to end."

"Do you want it to end?" she asked,

"I want to be with you." I pleaded. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Let me be specific. I love you as a man loves his wife. Not your spirit, or whatever the fuck that is, I love you."

"We can continue together until the seventh child is born. That's almost two years."

"Half of which you'll be pregnant."

"With our children."

"No, The Bishop's children," I corrected her.

She

put her bra over her top and slipped on her dress. She was transforming
back into the obedient LDS mother she pretended to be, right before my
eyes.

I

had planned to tell her I would be taking a leave of absence from
Harvard and stay here longer so we could enjoy more time together.

Now

I wanted to escape. Not from her, I loved her and now knew she loved
me, but from The Bishop, whose very presence in his home next door,
sleeping in the same bed as the woman I loved, filled me with fits of
anger.

Mrs.

Barton gave me a gentle yet loving kiss before walking out of our room.
I had referred to the master bedroom as "our room" all summer as we
pretended to be married.

Perhaps this is what it feels like to pretend to break up.

To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts, for Literotica.

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