It had been four days since Brenda's encounter with Pastor Max, and life had returned to normal. At least from a casual observer's point of view.
Brenda has been ushered out of the church after Max dropped a second load of cum in her married pussy.
She asked if she had time to freshen up, but he sternly told her it was time to leave. And Brenda has already learned not to cross this large, dominant black man. She quickly put her pink panties, denim skirt and white top on and headed into the bright sunshine. As she was getting into her car, she felt a trickle run down her left leg. It was Max's warm cum, oozing out of her married hole. He had dropped an even larger load the second time than the first.
"Brad doesn't cum nearly as much," she said to herself, thinking about her husband.
The family reunited that evening. Brad was frisky after a week away and wanted to make love after the kids went to bed. Brenda put him off, claiming a headache, but worried her pussy would be stretched from Max's cock, giving her infidelity away.
The next day was Monday. It was still summer, so Brenda took the kids to the playground a mile from their home. On the way back, she made a slight detour, driving past Max's church. "Why are we going this way, Mommy?" her young daughter asked from the back seat.
"Oh, I'm just taking a different way home," Brenda answered. She slowed down as she passed the old building, but there was no sign of Max. She felt disappointed but tried to shrug it off. "It was a one time thing," she told herself. "It's over. I'll never see him again."
What she couldn't shake off was her horniness. Brad had always been a competent lover, but not overly aggressive. Max was all man, the way he took what he wanted. Her pussy moistened when she thought of his hard slaps against her asscheeks. His hand clamped down on her head as he ordered her to strip. But mostly, she thought about his cock. His big, black, veiny cock. She'd never seen anything like it, and she loved how it filled her mouth and pussy.
Deep down, she knew she had to see Max again. But how? When?
She saw her chance that Thursday. Brad announced he was playing gold with a few buddies from work. He'd be leaving the house at 8 am Sunday and be gone until early afternoon. Brenda thought fast and called her mother. Did grandma want to have the kids visit for the day while their mommy went shopping with the girls? Grandma said yes. And after dropping them off Sunday morning, Brenda rushed home to take a shower. She fingered her pussy under the hot spray as she thought of Max's veiny black cock invading it. She screamed loudly as she got herself off, then put on a new outfit she had bought that week: a short pink summer dress with white polka dots and pink toeless shoes. Cute as fuck, she thought. She looked very much like a sexy, vibrant white mom from the burbs.
Brenda's pussy was moist as she parked in the church lot. She took a deep breath as she knocked on the door that led to the pastor's "Lounge" and was shocked when Max came to the door in a red bathrobe that was barely tied.
"Good morning," he said with a knowing "they all come back" smile. "I've been expecting you:"
Brenda took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure why I'm here," she said. "I just..."
Max cut her off.
"We both know why you're here," he said sternly. "You love big black cock. Now say it."
Brenda was shocked.
"What?" she said.
"You like big black cock," he repeated. "Say it."
Brenda stared into his eyes. Then she left her gaze wander below his waist; where the head of that amazing dick was poking out.
"I like black cock," she said, staring at the growing dick. Her words made Max's cock jump and he grabbed her right elbow.
"Get In here," he said, ushering her in and shutting the door.
