Christie woke to see Ed leaning on his elbow looking at her uncovered chest. "Morning. Have you been studying long?" Christie asked.
"Sorry, I was engrossed in watching the rise and fall of your perfect chest. You realize your nipples are hard even when you are asleep?" Ed asked as he circled one of the erect nubs.
"Thanks. I didn't know that." She looked over at the clock. "You are meeting the boys in 30 minutes. Shouldn't you get going?"
"I think we have time for a quickie." He gently pinched the pale pink nipple while he placed her hand on cock. "I could be really fast."
"Oh great," she sighed as she stroked the shaft already slick with seeping precum, "You get off and leave me frustrated all day? I don't think so."
Ed leaned over and kissed her and slipped his tongue into her waiting mouth. His hand was back on her massive mound as he humped against her hand, listening to her moans. He broke the kiss and moved down to take the erect nipple in his mouth. As he flicked the tip with his tongue, he slid his hand down across the soft, downy fur and captured her clit between his fingers. As he gently pinched the sensitive nub, he felt her hips push against him. Popping the nipple out of her mouth he grinned at her. "I think you want to do something also."
Christie again glanced at the clock. "OK, but just get off fast. You have 20 minutes to cum, get dressed, and go meet the boys." She frowned at the older man, "But I will fucking hate you all day and you will pay when you get back."
Ed laughed, "So, I can expect Mistress Christie when I get back? Now I'm getting excited." He rolled between her legs and drove his cock between her slick folds. "Oh fuck, you have a great pussy." He hugged her feeling her huge tits pressed against his chest and focused on how great her tight wet hole felt as he rapidly thrust into her.
Christie knew she could not cum before he did, but she still felt the stimulus against her clit as the man rapidly drove his cock into her. Too soon, she heard his breathing become more rapid, and with a loud groan in her ear, he pressed hard against her pussy and emptied his balls into her.
Ed lay on top of her for a minute before rousing himself. "Sorry, and thanks. But I've got to go." He pulled out and trotted into the bathroom to clean up.
"I hate you. You make a mess and leave me to clean it up...not to mention I was close...really close," Christie scowled at him and rolled off the bed holding her hand over her dripping twat and joined him in the bathroom to clean up herself. "Trust me, that is the only time you will ever use me like that. Next time you can just jerk off. I'm going to be frustrated all day now, you bastard." Christie said bitterly.
Ed looked at her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry. I was watching you for almost an hour and all I could think of was fucking that sweet pussy of yours. I'll make it up to you when I get back." He kissed her and hurried into the bedroom to get dressed. After Ed left, she put on her white dress, thinking perhaps a shirt and blue jeans would be more comfortable, but the men preferred her in a dress.
She just finished when she heard a knock. "Come in. I'm decent." She saw a beautiful Latina come in carrying sheets and towels.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were at breakfast. I can come back," the tiny girl with incredibly long black hair said setting down the sheets and backing towards the door.
"No, no, please. I'm Christie, by the way. Ed has gone out to meet the boys and I was going to head out to get coffee anyhow." Christie walked over and put her hand out.
The girl took her hand and smiled, "I'm Maria. You are so beautiful...I'm sorry, I just had to say it."
Christie was shocked. This beautiful girl was complimenting her? "Maria, you flatter me, but you are stunning, so beautiful." She looked at her, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, you can ask whatever you want. Is it something you need?" Maria asked.
"No, I just am wondering. Is it you who has been providing the...the sleepwear?"
The girl laughed, "That's funny. The sleepwear. I'm guessing your husband liked them?"
Christie laughed, "I'm sure you know he liked them. But why? I'm sure these were very expensive and I hope we didn't, well, you know, ruin them."
"The Reverend Jackson wants his guests to be happy and enjoy staying here, so he insists I provide these to you and your husband. And ruin them all you want, they are yours to take back and enjoy." Maria looked at the tall blonde's figure, "I hope they fit. I had to guess your size."
"They fit perfectly. Thank you very much, and thank the Reverend." Christie replied.
Maria looked at her and over at the messy bed. She giggled, "Looking at the bed is all the thanks I need."
Christie blushed, "Yeah, well, at least the Mister was happy this morning. Oh crap, I should not have said that."
"Oh. Mr. Matthews was in a hurry, I take it." Maria replied looking concerned, "Perhaps he neglected your needs?"
"It is not important. Anyhow, I warned him. I told him I'd make him pay if he really wanted...you know." Christie said blushing even more.
"Wait right here," Maria said as she turned and trotted out.
Christie wondered where the girl was going when she came back and handed her a velvet bag.
"Here, these have come in handy when my boyfriends have misbehaved," Maria smiled evilly.
Opening the bag, Christie saw handcuffs and a key. She looked at them, then grinned, "Yes, I think these will do fine. Thanks, Maria." She hugged the small girl and thought Ed was going to be a good boy when he got back.
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"Sit, we have all day until they get back. Why didn't you join them? Dirt bikes are fun." Jax asked. He walked over with the pot of coffee and a cup. "Black, right?"
Christie gratefully grabbed the cup and took a sip. "God, your coffee is good. I love it black and strong. Ahhh. So, why didn't I join them? I probably wouldn't have been able to keep up. Plus, I am tired." She blushed, "You were right about the mountain air. Ed has been having trouble, um, focusing on sleep."
Jan chuckled, "I believe it. Too hard to sleep with you in the bed," he grinned at her.
"Wow! A minister with a dirty mind. I like it!" Christie laughed. "I was always the one to laugh first and loudest when Dad would tell a dirty joke. Mom groaned and said that was inappropriate for the girls, and my sisters just politely laughed. Personally, I find sex funny. Think about it. The guy has to grow this tool that really has just one purpose...at least when erect...to invade the body of, well generally, a woman and inject his seed. When he's done, he flops over and falls asleep. In effect, not much different than the praying mantis who bites the male's head off causing him to flop over for eternal sleep. Granted, it makes it tough for the female to have another go," she giggled.
Jax smiled, "It is strange. I find the dance leading up to sex more interesting than the act itself. She wants it, he wants it but if the correct interval of time is not adhered to, then none of it works."
"I know. If I were to walk in and take off my clothes and climb on your lap, I'll bet you'd make a bunch of excuses why it's not a good time," Christie laughed and put her hands over her face, "I keep forgetting who I am talking to. I'm sure you'd find excuses. Sorry, I should have said 'my husband's lap.'"
"No, it is a good example. I'm a minister but I'm still a man. Remember, I'm celibate, not chaste. I'm in no way resistant to the charms of a woman. Fornication is a sin, but I'm afraid I might explode if I didn't get release sometimes."
"What about masturbation?" Christie immediately got red, "God, I'm sorry. That was a totally inappropriate question."
Jan laughed, "Why? Because I'm a priest? Sure, I avail myself of self-love, but it isn't the same release, not nearly as satisfying. But sometimes it's all you have. That to me is the problem I have with celibacy. I am not equipped to be chaste, which basically is what is expected."
"I know what you mean. When I...well, you know, take matters into my own hands, I'm left feeling empty. I almost need a cock more...Christ! I cannot believe I'm talking to you about this."
"Actually, it's refreshing. I would prefer you not use the Lord's name in vain, though." He laughed seeing the shock on her face, "Strange, isn't it? You can talk about cocks, pussies, fucking, but I find the use of the Lord's name in vain offensive. What you're saying about sex has very little power compared to the name of the Lord," he smiled at her, "Relax, I know you'll make your best effort, but we've all done it, especially under times of stress."
"I'm sorry, I should have known. I'll really try, but I often don't even hear myself saying it." She looked like she wanted to say something more but stopped herself.
"Go ahead, what were you wanting to ask?" Jax looked interested.
Christie was beet red and giggled, "So when you...finish...cum, what do you cry out? I tend to cry out 'Oh God!'" She continued to giggle, "I'm sorry, I just had this image in my head of you in ecstasy crying out 'Oh dear!'" She looked at the smiling man and continued, "I'm going to hell, aren't I?"
"If you are, I'd be tempted to join you. Believe it or not, I never have this type of conversation with anyone. I find this topic interesting. Actually, I have been known to use the Lord's name during intense orgasms, but generally, I cry out 'Yes!' Does that make you happy?" Jax grinned at her.
"But if I say God, when cumming, I'd be sinning in your mind?" Christie asked.
"Of course, and I would obligated to spank you on the spot." He chuckled.
"Hmmmmm, maybe this religion thing isn't so bad after all." She laughed.
"Let's face it. Even the most reverent of us use the Lord's name in vain during sex. I think the Lord will forgive them."
"So, you mentioned earlier that masturbation wasn't the same. I found that to be true also. Why would that be? Let's face it, I know exactly where to touch myself and what I like, yet when I cum, it feels two-dimensional or something." Christie asked.
"Power, danger, risk, intrigue, pain, surrender perhaps, but most of all vulnerability," Jax replied.
"Really? I was thinking in another direction. I was thinking of love, romance, or affection. You lost me," Christie said leaning forward.
"OK, let's try an experiment. Do you trust me?" He asked looking over at the intense blonde.
