I held my breath as Liz got to the last picture, the final close-up of Renee's pussy, the lips flared out like flower petals, her pink trail glistening with the juices of her climax. She stared at it like she was spellbound.
I heard her whisper, "Oh my, I've never...never..." her voice trailing off.
She looked at me, her face flushed, her eyes bright, her breathing deep. I decided the risk of losing the job was worth it, and my head moved forward. My lips touched her, she pushed her face forward, and our lips, hot and eager, were pressed together. My tongue slipped out, I gently parted her lips, and her tongue raced out to play with mine. My cock was hard enough from the heated remembrance of Renee, and I could feel it stiffen even more as Liz twirled her tongue around mine, our passion growing quickly. She suddenly jumped up, and I was afraid that she'd had a sudden change of heart since she was married.
She went over to the kitchen table, unleashed her hair, and a spill of black tresses tumbled halfway down her back, she pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and told me what to do.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm so hot I feel like I'm gonna explode! Fuck me, for god's sake!"
I thought that was pretty funny, hearing a pastor's wife say that, but there was nothing funny about the offer. I was quickly behind her, my pants at my ankles, letting my cock free as she bent slightly at the waist, her hands braced on the table, her legs spread apart. Her dress was pulled up to the small of her back, and after being hidden by the shapeless dowdy dress, her ass was a sexy sight, a wonderful heart shape, and I was more than ready. I nudged my cock against her bubbly entrance and pushed in, I could feel her hips push back, eager to get every bit of my 7 inches inside her.
"So hard, let me have it, every inch!"
Her squeal of delight matched my growl of pleasure, she was tight, fiery hot, and dripping with her juices, and it was sheer pleasure to bury myself in her hot, eager sheath.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, ram me, drive it in, give me your load!"
Eager to do exactly as requested, I grasped her hips, pulled out, and drove back in, getting a rhythm going, driving my cock in to the balls on every stroke. I power fucked the tight clutch of her fiery fuck-hole, really reaming out her steamy depths. Watching that sexy heart-shaped ass humping back and forth as I fucked her whipped up my lust to a fever pitch. The tightness and her growls and cries of pleasure took me to the brink. I could feel my nut sack cinch up tight against me, the cum was just about at the full boil.
Liz was gasping and moaning, urging me on, "Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, fuck me, fuck, make me cum, oh god YES!"
Just as she did so, I felt her hand come down, cupping my balls and squeezing gently. Her voice rose up to a full-throated shriek of pleasure, and I felt the tight clenching at my cock as Liz tumbled into orgasm. My cock jerked, swelling up tight, I could feel the head of my cock tapping against her cervix. I pulled her up, pressing tightly against her body as I sank my cock in to the balls, and I could feel the eruption deep inside her. I was cumming, too, my cock erupting, again and again, a geyser of hot, white cum jetting, splattering her cervix. Her welcoming tightness was rippling with spasms, milking me for every drop.
After a minute of getting our breath back, we quickly rearranged our clothes, Liz pinned her hair back up into the sensible bun style, and we returned to the parlor. Five minutes later, Pastor Robbins entered, apologized for the delay, and joined us for tea. He asked the usual questions, I gave him my portfolio, without the R and X rated material of course. He looked it over, nodded, and told me he would be in touch with me.
"If you will excuse me, I must meditate and write my sermon for this week's service. Thank you for your time Mr. Stassun. I will contact you and let you know one way or the other by the end of this week. I'm sure my wife will be happy to see you out."
As soon as he was out, heading for the chapel, we were in each other's arms, Liz hungrily feasting on my mouth in tongue-filled swirls of passion. We were both more than ready to pick up where we left off, but with her husband so close by, we weren't that foolhardy. I gave her my address and told her to come over tomorrow for lunch.
The next day, Liz was at my door promptly at Noon, but eating food was the last thing on our minds. As soon as she was in the door, she was in my arms, and after tongue swirling smooches of passion, she stepped back, grinned at me, and stripped off the dowdy dress, let her hair free of its bun, and the image of a proper, straitlaced pastor's wife was blown away in an instant. The clothes hid a ripe, wonderfully proportioned body, that fantastic heart shape of her ass, curvy hips, a neatly trimmed nest of black pubic curls, what looked like a 36 C chest, those beautiful melons topped with turgid, stiff nipples, eager for some attention.
I quickly joined her, and she pulled me to the floor, eager to get back to what we were both aching for. She lay back, spread her legs, and urged me on.
"Fuck me, Jim, fuck me, I've been horny ever since yesterday, and I need it so much, just ram my cunt, and fuck my cunt, fuck the horniness out of me!" she growled huskily.
I could see her tight lips were parted slightly, her pink trail was drooling with the juices of her lust, looking like a bulls-eye for my cock. My erection was almost painfully hard, as I nudged against her, she grabbed my ass, pulling down hard on me as she humped her hips up at me, letting out a loud squeal of pleasure as my cock surged in, right to the hilt. She told me what to do, in language more suited to an overheated slut, than a pastor's wife.
"Oh yeah, give it to me", Liz gasped, "Let me have it! I want you to fuck me as long as you can! Give me all you got, babe! Fuck my cunt, fuck me!! I'm an overheated little slut who needs to be fucked hard. Fuck me, fuck my burning cunt! I love to be teased and fucked by your big, hard cock! Let me have it, slam my pussy!! Fuck me, fuck my fiery fuckhole! Fuck my overheated cunt!! Fuck my brains out!!"
I could feel her legs going around my waist, tilting her hips up, setting herself into position for deep thrusting. Fired up, I started to ride her, her grunts and squeals of pleasure filling my living room, relishing the hot, slick tightness of her cunt around my cock. Her sexy voice, and what she was saying, was driving me crazy. I slammed my steel-hard cock in and out, in and out of her fiery fuckhole. With each thrust, she took my hard cock right up to the balls. She had a look of rapture on her face, she looked delirious with pleasure, as I power fucked her burning core, plunging balls deep into her again and again. I could feel my nut sack tighten up, as my balls moved into firing position, and the spunk started to sizzle. Liz was panting and gasping, tossing her head from side to side as she writhed beneath me. Cupping her ass cheeks, I stretched out a finger and ran it up and down the tight pucker of her ass. I could feel the tight rose-shaped pucker of her ass hole twitching wildly.
"Yes, keep fucking me! I'm so close, I need to cum, and I'm so close! I can feel your big cock throbbing, let it go, I want you to flood my cunt! Keep rubbing my tight little asshole, feels so fucking good! Let your cock explode, I wanna feel you squirt! I want every drop you got! I'm soo, I'm soo, Oh God, I'm almost there! Don't stop, don't stop, don't, don't, don't, yes, yes, yes, OH YES!!"
Her voice rose to a scream as she exploded, her pussy clamping tightly around my cock, spasming wildly. My nut sack cinched up tight, my balls locked in firing position, my cock swelled tight with a massive urgency. The tight hug of her inner sheath, wrapped around my shaft and spasming wildly, took me over the edge. I could feel the spunk surging up my shaft, and I groaned with pure pleasure as my cock exploded, my spunk blasting out, squirting wildly, splattering her insides. We gasped and moaned as our bodies shook from the force of our climaxes, her pussy spasming wildly, milking greedily, as my throbbing cock squirted every drop of spunk into her, emptying my balls deep inside her burning cunt.
As our climax started to ebb, I pulled out and flopped down next to her, her face a picture of contentment, as we lay close together in the afterglow.
After a few minutes, Liz asked me if we could go out for lunch.
"Jim, let's go out to eat, I'm hungry for more than just sex!" she giggled.
She had a backpack with her, and she pulled out black, lacy panties and bra, and a dress that was definitely not a dowdy preacher's wife outfit. It was dark blue, cut to halfway up her thighs, and clung to her body, outlining her shapely curves. I could feel the lust stirring again.
"So nice to be out and about, to wear something that makes me feel good about myself. My poor husband might have a heart attack if he saw his good little wifey dressed like this, let alone getting the fucking I need so much!" she finished, with a laugh.
Soon, we were seated in my favorite neighborhood diner, the "Five Spot", it's set up like a 1950's eatery, but the food is far from greasy spoon fare. We ordered then Liz sat back with a satisfied sigh.
"Ah, when your stiff, hard cock is deep inside me, and I feel you exploding, the jetting and squirting as your prick pumps your horny load into me, feels like heaven, you don't know how much I needed good, hard fucking. My husband, being the god-fearing type, wants to channel his baser instincts into the work of the lord, I'm lucky if I get it once every few months. And lucky is just a relative term, it's always a totally dark, lights out, missionary style, two-minute fuck. I barely have time to start warming up before he grunts, and his cock squirts his lust into me. He, being the typical male, rolls over and is asleep in a minute, so my fingers and my dildo finish the job that he very clumsily started."
"Geez, it sounds like he almost doesn't have a cock!" I said, amazed that this gorgeous, shapely lady could be denied a healthy, lust-filled sex life.
"Preachers may have cocks, but the instinct for a real marriage, full of no holds barred, solid, passionate fucking, is something beyond his ability, it seems. He's so focused on God, and his idea that he's going to go to heaven. I could show him heaven in bed, he wouldn't have to wait for some imaginary heaven after death if he'd do what a good husband should do. I was getting relief from my fingers, a good hard dildo, and my imagination, just relief, not sexual fulfillment."
We trailed off our conversation as our food arrived, and we ate quickly, I had the feeling that Liz was eager for more. Just how eager, I found out back at my place, as soon as we were in the door, Liz stripped down, she undid her bra, letting it tumble away from her body, grinning at me as she saw my cock rise up to the sight of her succulent melons, Wearing just her lacy black panties, she knelt in front of me, my pants dropped, and my cock was pointing right at her face.
