Author's Note : I want to express my thanks to the readers who commented and voted on my last series; your comments were GREATLY APPRECIATED!!
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I apologize to my loyal readers for taking so long to write a new story; BUT..... I have been travelling and also, I find that a few months off tends to rejuvenate my writing energy. Please don't hesitate to comment and rate my work...not enough readers bother to do that. ALL comments and votes are sincerely valued by me. mntnman64
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Nora Fausto reclined on her bed, her head propped up by three pillows, with her bedside light on. In her left hand she gazed at the small bottle with the "eyedropper" cap. She had just driven 200 miles round-trip into Des Moines that day to collect the bottle from her cousin Elaine. Her cousin had called on Friday to tell her that the "special delivery" Nora had expressed interest in was available.
Elaine worked in a research lab for a chemical company in a suburb of Des Moines. Two weeks ago she had telephoned her widowed cousin with delicious news about a new SECRET liquid she had discovered (by accident.. of course!!) that had potent but safe properties which affected a person's libido. Elaine had been urging her somewhat introverted cousin to get back into the "dating scene" and even renew her dormant sex-life; which had been repressed following her husband's tragic car crash three years before.
Afterall, Nora was a pretty, 30 year old. Her auburn tinted hair curled softly down to her shoulders, and her radiant green eyes were stunning. Her athletic build was high-lighted by a pair of pert b-cup boobs; and slim muscular legs.
Nora had agreed to come get the small bottle, after she got out of church on Sunday. Nora was the church secretary at the 1st United Community Church; she had been the secretary for Reverend Mark Harlin for about sixteen months.
Her gaze was shifted away from the small bottle to her right hand. It was slowly running her flesh-colored rubber dildo languidly in and out of her splayed vagina. Nora moaned in pleasure as the vibrating phallus stimulated her wet pussy lips and was making her sopping love-box quiver with erotic satisfaction. She had been masturbating more frequently since she had been told about the "secret potion" by Elaine; that was two weeks ago.
As she began to pump the flesh colored prick into her sex a bit faster, she admitted to herself what she had known for some time now... she had a crush (or was it lust?) on Pastor Mark. She had been fantasizing about having sex with him for several weeks. The big problem was, he was married.
She smiled thinking about her "boss", who she thought looked just like the FoxNews anchorman Bret Baier, on the national news network she often watched. Mark had dark curly hair, soft hazel eyes, was a bit on the stocky side, but certainly wasn't fat, and a cute boyish smile.
Nora felt her pussy begin to moisten copiously as she focused on what her Pastor's cock might look like; her imagination and brain adding to the building orgasm, which she knew was approaching slowly but relentlessly.
The cute 30 year old widow was deciding to go thru with her plan the next day; Monday, as she stroked her rubber cock deeper into her quivering quim. She was preparing herself to use the sacred liquid clutched in her left hand, to seduce her minister at his office.
Her shoulder length red/brunette hair glistened with sweat as she began furiously working the dildo faster and faster into her sopping cunt; picturing in her mind's eye Mark's cock... doing this to her tomorrow.
She felt the beginning wave of orgasm clutch at her sex, electric impulses shooting into her clit as the friction drove her toward nirvana. Crashing thru her lusting mind, her orgasm swept her upward toward heaven....she was cumming,,,Cumming!!..."Oh God...OH GAWWWD" she groaned in primevil pleasure....Her pussy walls contracted, squeezing the thick cock until it stopped deep inside her womb; she slowly pushed the entire 9 inch dick against her pulsing cervix; gripping her dildo with her vaginal muscles tightly.
Her release was deep and full. She moaned in sexual bliss...Tomorrow she was going to get a REAL fucking, she silently resolved to herself. She was going to satisfy the itch that all women have felt, at least once, as they longed for sexual satisfaction.Pastor Mark would be her's!
Nora wore a mid-thigh skirt to the office the next day, the dark blue one that accentuated her cream colored thighs. Her blouse was a white button-up that looked good over her b-cup breasts. She was so excited about what might happen that her nipples were already straining against her bra. She had used slightly more make-up than usual, as she got ready to go to work. She drove into the church parking lot at exactly 5 minutes until 9, and spotted Mark's car which was already there.
Pastor Mark was sitting at his desk in his private office when she entered her outer-office...the public area where parishioners and visitors waited to see the man who was in charge of First United Community Church. She noticed that he had started the coffee-maker already.
Nora walked to his doorway and quietly said, "Good morning Pastor, do you have your coffee yet??" He looked up and smiled that irresistable smile he always flashed and replied, "Good morning Nora, yes I do, but I could use a refill, if you don't mind??"
Her hands were trembling slightly as she took his cup and went back to her outer office to pour him some more coffee. When she returned with the steaming brew, she told him she would leave him alone for awhile since she knew they both had alot to do; they always did on Monday mornings.
Mark thanked her and resumed his reflective thoughts....How the sermon went in church yesterday...What topic he might choose for the coming Sunday...Going to visit the people in his congregation who were in the hospital or shut-ins at their homes for that afternoon.