Amulet

After meeting the lovely Emily in church at the end of the service, I had half an hour to kill before my rendezvous with Beth Jordan. I decided to spend that half hour in the small café across the road from the church, where I had unexpectedly met Emily again. It was purely co-incidental, but had led to a little bit of sexy fun, and set Emily up for a lot more in the very near future. Unfortunately for Emily, I had a much more important meeting with Beth, and had to leave her with a promise of more fun soon.

Perfectly on time, I rang Beth's doorbell. She opened the door almost immediately and invited me in. She looked out of the door quickly as I entered to make sure nobody had seen me, and satisfied, closed and locked the door, before turning to me, a huge smile of welcome on her beautiful face. She came straight into my arms, and kissed me passionately for long minutes, both of us standing there getting more and more turned on, until we finally stopped.

'I've prepared something for lunch, are you hungry, or would you like a cup of tea before we...?' her voice tailed off, but she was smiling, grown suddenly shy now that she had almost articulated what she really wanted.

'Tea? I was hoping for something much hotter and flavoursome,' I teased her, pulling her back into my arms, kissing her and caressing her soft breasts. She shuddered, and then moaned another of her little quiet moans.

'Whatever you want,' she murmured. 'I was brought up to be hospitable to strangers,' and taking me by the hand led me to her bedroom. Quite honestly, it could only be described as Spartan and functional, rather than what I'd come to expect from the women's bedrooms I'd been in before. However Beth was no ordinary women. She was after all a church minister, ordained in holy orders and expected to live a quiet, contemplative personal life with the minimum of luxuries. There was a bed, with bedside cabinets and table lamps on either side, a dressing table and mirror, with a full length mirror on the opposite wall, and built in wardrobes to hang her clothes.

With Beth in the room, it could have been just a mattress on the floor and a candle for all I cared. It was functional but comfortable, and with Beth in my arms I didn't give a damn for decoration and the room receded into the background. My whole attention was on her, on kissing her and feeling her soft, warm body pressed against mine.

She stepped back from me, breathing heavily, excited, and began to unbutton her black shirt, the very same shirt she'd been wearing when preaching from the pulpit less than an hour ago. That fact alone made it ultra erotic, but this was Beth,

my

Beth, and she needed nothing else to command my attention. I was focussed like a laser beam on her hands opening the buttons and the wonderfully wicked enticing grin on her face.

'I've got a special surprise for you,' she promised as she slowly unbuttoned her ministerial shirt, and although I was mirroring what she was doing, busy unbuttoning my own shirt, I paid rapt attention to what she was saying and doing.

'I've been shopping,' she grinned as she reached and opened the last button. 'Look,' she requested and slowly pulled the shirt open revealing the skimpiest, frothy little confection of a bra. 'Just for you,' she declared, 'do you like it?' It was so delightful and unexpected, I almost laughed with joy.

'Oh Beth,' I said, 'it's wonderful, and so feminine, I love it.' It was pale blue with little scraps of white lace trim. The cups themselves were entirely see through, and I could see her darkish pink nipples and areolae beneath. I reached forward with both hands and felt those wonderful nipples, through the almost none existent fabric, squeezing them gently and lovingly between my forefingers and thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned deeply.

'Wait until you see the panties to match,' she promised, opening her eyes again, and resumed undressing for me. She reached round to her left side and unbuttoning the button at her waistband, she pulled down the zip and shimmied the skirt lower, then leaning forward stepped out of it. When she straightened up it became obvious that she wore no panties at all.

'Be...th,' I gulped with surprise, and she laughed, the look on my face obviously amusing her a lot. 'You've no panties on, how can I see them if they're not there?' She stepped over and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, and pulled out panties so miniscule they almost weren't there, and quickly put them on.

'Is that better,' she teased me. They were a perfect match for the bra, all too obviously a set, and she twirled around slowly, modelling them for me. 'Do you like them,' she laughed again. 'or did you prefer me without?'

'You look wonderful Beth, and so sexy. I'm so happy that you wore them just for me, and they look amazing, but only because

you

are amazingly beautiful. Without

you

they're just bits of cloth.' She came into my arms once more, kissing me eagerly.

'This type of lingerie is only worn to be taken off, maybe you should just undress me then,' she teased, reaching for and feeling my cock.

I needed no further encouragement, and within seconds those panties and the matching bra were decorating the bedroom floor. I kissed and fondled her, steadily backing her towards the bed. When the back of her legs hit the bed I let her go, pushing her playfully and she fell back across the bed, giggling. As she landed and bounced slightly on the springy mattress, still laughing, she opened her legs wide blatantly exposing her pussy, inviting me to fuck her.

'Oh my darling Beth,' I gasped, rightly awestruck by her beauty, 'I must be the luckiest man alive to be here with you,' and as I said it I knelt on the edge of the bed between her outspread legs, my cock hard as iron, rigid, unwavering. She reached for and took me in her hand again, guiding me down between her legs. The softness of her hand felt wonderful, but I knew it would be as nothing in comparison to the wet, silky lips of her sex.

'Hush my love,' she said gently, 'take what is freely given.' At times she had an almost biblical turn of phrase which I found particularly erotic. Her hand gently but insistently led me to the slippery wet lips of her pussy, drawing me in, introducing my swollen knob between her generous labia. She eagerly pushed her hips up, just as I began to sink lower, and I slid without hindrance into her soaked pussy, my balls coming to rest against her soft skin. She groaned loudly as we locked together, my cock completely immersed in her as far as it could go, her pussy taking me as deep as it was possible to be. We were

one

again, the two halves of a whole reunited, and it felt sublime.

'Don't move yet,' she whispered in my ear. 'Just let me feel you filling me up, oh dear god, I love this,' she moaned, trembling with emotion, and I was happy to comply with her request. It was no hardship to be in her pussy and feel her breasts squashed against my chest. Her legs encircling my buttocks, pulling me tighter, I was determined to stay just like that, my cock marinating in her juices. Despite her plea to stay still, I knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up, and slowly but inevitably, I felt her begin to squirm below me. Her will was slowly melting as the irresistible sexual heat, the sheer need of her pussy grew ever stronger. At last she gasped out a huge sigh, and her hips began to move.

I didn't follow her, I just stayed still, supporting my body weight on my elbows as she effectively masturbated herself with my cock from below, making her work for it. I could hear her arousal growing with each thrust of her hips until she stopped, opening her eyes, smiling at me.

'Please don't make me do all the work,' she pleaded. I reminded her that she'd asked me not to move and I was only doing what she asked. She smiled sweetly, then the smile disappeared from her face to be replaced with a very determined, threatening look.

'May the good lord strike your arse with lightning if you don't fuck me as hard as you can right now,' she spat out, and then her face broke into a grin. 'Please,' she added in a little girly voice. Who could resist, not me, and I pulled back and plunged back in, making her moan loudly. 'Oh yes... fuck... that's what I need, just "do" me...' she begged, and 'do' her, I did.

As I began to stroke powerfully in and out she came right along with me. Each stroke seemed to be pumping more and more sexual delight into her pussy, almost like inflating a tyre or balloon, building the pressure in her vagina, stimulating her clitoris.

'Oh dear god,' she moaned, 'this is... th... the best ev...er. Just... the... best. Oh shi...t... I... I'm... goinnng to... feel it... oh fuck... I can feel it againnnnn,' and she began to come as the pressure we'd been building exploded and was finally released. She pushed her pussy hard against me, lifting me bodily higher off the bed, so powerful were the contractions of her orgasm, and my cock chose that moment to join in the fun, and I began to pump helplessly, over and over into her pussy.

'Oh yes... oh shit... I feel you... inside me,' she virtually screamed, crying and sobbing with pleasure as her hips bucked and thrust harder still, her pelvic bones ramming at me, milking every last shred of pleasure as our mutual orgasms slowly began to dwindle and die.

We lay there for quite a while, our breathing slowly returning to normal, safe and warm in each other's arms. For a church minister she certainly had a liking for my cock. She couldn't keep her hands off it.

'It's strange how something so small and soft can turn me into a mindless idiot,' she mused as she handled my cock and balls lovingly, her hand slippery with her own juices that covered me.

'Hey! Less of the small if you please,' I said in mock protest, and she laughed, and kissed me.

'Sorry my love, but it

is

small right now, but I think... yes... I can feel it growing again,' and she laughed. 'Yes... oh yes please. Does that mean you'll want to put it in my... my... special place again?' Now it was my turn to laugh, for it seemed my Beth had grown up so sheltered and inexperienced, she just didn't have the vocabulary to articulate what she meant when it came to sex.

Over the next few hours I added to her vocabulary, and our considerable pleasure, naming things, touching things, pussy, cock, balls, vagina, clitoris, coming. Her naivety combined with her growing sexual pleasures was a heady and highly erotic mix, and combined with the libido enhancing aura of the amulet, it made for a pleasure fill, but exhausting afternoon as we fucked and sucked ourselves into a stupor of lust.

She loved me going down on her, sucking her pussy, fingering it, fucking it. In her turn I introduced her to cock sucking, then induced her to masturbate as I watched. Reluctantly at first, but her raging newborn sensuality soon took over, and by the end she was shamelessly exposing herself to me totally naked, as she fingered herself into yet another orgasm.

As usual it all came to a reluctant end in the late afternoon. It was Sunday after all, the Sabbath, and as a church minister, she had an evening service to attend and officiate at. We reluctantly got dressed again and shared the lunch she had made as an early evening meal instead. A very joyous and intimate meal, with never ending eye contact and smiles. I realised I was falling for Beth, not just sexually, but emotionally too.

Once again we kissed and said our hastily stolen and reluctant goodbyes just inside the door of her apartment. We couldn't be seen to share any intimacies openly, not a breath of scandal must come back to haunt her. Discretion was all!

She waved me goodbye, smiling, but we knew this was a temporary goodbye. I'd be back, and she would welcome me just as enthusiastically to her arms and to her bed as she had done today. Where would this all end, I thought as I walked away.

Back at my own house once more I showered and decided I'd go to bed for an hour or so to catch up on my sleep and have a rest.              An increased libido and willing, beautiful partners is wonderful, but I needed a little respite and some, 'me,' time, and that's what a little nap would provide.

I woke about 7.30pm, feeling refreshed, the batteries recharged, all ready for a fresh challenge. I made myself a sandwich, just to keep my strength up, and had a long hard think about the way ahead, and then I made the phone call              .

Twenty minutes later, I parked my car outside a large granite-built house, on a quiet, leafy side street, checked I had the right address, and opened the gate. There was a small, well-kept garden at the front of the house, and as I began to walk up the path, no more than twenty feet in length, the door opened and she smiled in welcome.

'Come on in. I didn't expect to see you tonight really, but I'm so glad you're here,' and she stepped to one side to let me enter. She shut and locked the door behind me, and turned towards me whereupon I took her in my arms and kissed her, and she eagerly kissed me right back. When we broke apart from our kissing a minute or so later her face was flushed, she was breathing erratically, and trembling a little.

'Shall we go into the lounge?' she said hoarsely, indicating the room door behind me, her arousal making her voice low and husky. I said nothing, looked at the door she indicated and then just looked up the stairway behind her and she got the idea straight away, smiled at me and turning, took my hand and stepped up onto the stairs. I followed her upwards, just looking at her gorgeous slim legs, and shapely arse as it swayed enticingly beneath the fabric of her skirt. Impulsively, as we almost reached the top of the stairs, I put my left arm around her waist and ran my right hand up under her skirt from behind, halting her upwards progress. My hand slipped between her slim, bare thighs, and right onto the hot, wet flesh of her pussy. No panties!

'What? What... are you... doing...' she protested momentarily, but it was too late, my fingers had already parted her slick, warm labia, and were doing wonderfully pleasurable things to her pussy. She pushed back, suddenly eager for more as I circled her clitoris with my fingertips, and she moaned helplessly. I told her to pull her skirt higher which she did, waist high, and pushed her forwards a little making her kneel on the top step of the upstairs landing.

I fingered her sensuously from behind as she knelt before me and she just got wetter and wetter, whimpering with pleasure. In the meantime, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers and slid my trousers down releasing my rampant cock. Standing a few steps below her, I was at just the right level and rubbed the tip of my cock against her exquisite shaven pussy. I didn't know if she could tell much difference between my fingers and cock at first, but when I slipped through and past my own fingers and on into her wet depths she certainly knew that she was hosting something more substantial than a finger.

'Oh fuck... oh yes...' she squealed with surprise. 'Oh my... god... fuck... yes... so goo...oo...ooo...d... yes,' and she pushed back hard onto my cock as I began to fuck her. Reaching forward under her blouse I unhooked the bra, letting her tits swing free. Not bothering to unbutton her blouse in her haste, she just pulled it over her head and threw it to one side, and her bra fell away, leaving her naked from the waist up.

'Oh dear god...' she moaned loudly, her voice breathless, whimpering more than speaking. 'I can't believe I'm... doing... this.' I stopped fucking her and waited. She looked round, over her shoulder, an anguished look on her face.

'What's wrong?' she asked, unsure, puzzled.

'I just want to make sure you're happy with this,' I asked her. 'Do you want me to stop what we're doing; you don't sound very sure?' She shook her head violently.

'No, no... please... don't stop,' she pleaded, 'I'm so close... so close... please don't stop... not... now... please.'

'So you want my cock? I have to be sure. Tell me you want my cock Emily, tell me so I know it's okay to make you come,' I told her.

'Yes... oh please... I want your cock... I want... want to come... make me come... please,' she pleaded. I smacked her arse cheeks really hard, and then began to ram into her wet, mushy pussy, making her gasp with excitement.

'Oh shit... yes... oh... oh now... oh fuck ... coming... I'm... comin...nnnnng,' and she pushed back so hard I nearly overbalanced and fell back down the stairs, but I grabbed the stair rail to steady myself and hung in there, recovering quickly, thrusting back into her pussy really hard, tipping her over the edge into a full blown orgasm.

With her orgasm finally over, I gently pulled out, still hard, my cock covered in her slick juices, shining in the light. Her pussy lips gaped and drooled, her inner pinkness showing. Every couple of seconds her pussy twitched with a quick contraction, almost as if it were winking at me. Just those little orgasmic, 'aftershocks,' that some women have occasionally, but lovely to see all the same. She hadn't moved, still kneeling in that receptive doggy position, as if frozen to the spot, so I sat beside her on the top step as I removed my trousers properly.

I had just dropped them round my ankles in the heat of the moment, eager to push my cock into her waiting pussy. I had nearly paid the price for my impetuosity by taking a tumble back down the stairs, but no harm done. I made a mental note to maybe think twice about fucking in such a scenario again, but when your balls are doing your thinking for you, all these resolutions fly out the window.

As I sat beside her on the stairs removing my trousers and shoes, I looked at her. Her head was still resting on her forearms, her lovely face turned towards me, eyes closed. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal, and then she opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. She smiled.

'Who'd have thought when I went to church this morning,' she mused out loud, 'that I'd be rutting like an animal on my own staircase in the evening, and what's more, loving every second of it. What on earth have you done to me?'

I smiled back at her as she knelt there on the steps, totally naked apart from her skirt which was bunched up around her waist and concealed nothing. Her tits were free and on view, her arse still thrust up in the air in classic doggy position. I leaned over and slipped my hand back between her legs, and she watched me as I did it, even opening her legs a little more to assist me. When my fingertips grazed across her pussy and clitoris, she closed her eyes, took a huge sighing breath and moaned out loud. She was ready for more, and so I pulled her to her feet and helped her to bed on legs that were trembling and unsteady, but first the skirt was dispensed with too.

She lay down, but not to sleep, turning over on her back, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy for me. I grinned down at her and joined her on the bed, but not going straight to the point. I lay down beside her instead and took her in my arms, not that I ignored that open-legged offer, softly caressing her thighs, higher and higher, teasing a little. I kissed her mouth and her nipples, which had I had shamefully neglected up until now apart from the little squeeze I'd given them in the café at lunchtime. She had, I discovered, very sensitive nipples, and pushed them into my mouth eagerly .

'That's it,' she gasped between kisses, 'suck my nipples, I love that so much... oh god, that's wonderful.' I loved her nipples too, they were big, chunky, outcrops of sensuality in a small but dark sea of areolae, and I feasted on them, gently at first, then increasingly harder, listening to hear her reactions to discover what she liked. She liked them being squeezed surprisingly hard, perhaps she had a slight liking for pain I concluded, and remembering I had slapped her bottom hard on the staircase without a word of protest from her, I thought it may be something worth investigating as the evening wore on.