This story is a sequel to
Free Bible Study
. If you haven't read that story yet, I would recommend reading it first. This is a story about a religious woman in a failing marriage who is seduced in her ministry by a lonely widower. If you find this sort of story offensive I only ask that you move on to something you prefer and not just give this story a one star rating because it offends you. I believe ratings should really be based on the quality of the writing and the presentation of the story.
As Kathleen drove back to her house, her legs were still shaking. Her mind was a blur. She thought to herself:
"What in the world just happened? It seems like a dream, or something I just imagined. But every detail is burned into my mind. I can still see this strange man's penis and his hanging scrotum. It was right in front of my face when he stood over me in his robe! He even pushed it right up against my face while he looked for my car keys! But I couldn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off of his genitals. I inhaled deeply of his manly scent. I can still hear my own moans as I licked and sucked his penis inside my mouth! My God, he put his fingers down there and brought me to an explosive climax! I squealed like a little girl as I brought this man to his own orgasm, his penis squirting thick, white ejaculate across my face. I even kissed him, allowing his tongue into my mouth and reciprocating with a passion I've never felt before!
How could Kathleen, a married woman 45 years old, possibly reconcile what she had done, with her dedication as one of Jehovah's Witnesses? "My God, I gave him oral sex!" Kathleen knew that oral sex was forbidden by her religion, even with her own husband. "And now he's expecting me to come back in a week to start a Bible study with him!"
When Kathleen arrived back home, it was a little after noon. She and her friend Judith had spent more than an hour in Mr. Pickering's living room. When she returned to his house after Judith left, looking for her car keys, she spent at least another hour there alone with him. Kathleen's husband, Steven, wouldn't be home from work until about six. This gave her plenty of time to think about what had happened and what she should do next. She went upstairs and lay down on her bed.
While feeling ashamed and guilty for what she had done, she also had a feeling of justification.
She rationalized:
"Steven and I never have sex anymore. He always seems unhappy with me. I'm 45, but I'm not dead."
Her experience with Mr. Pickering had seemed to awaken something within her.
She thought:
"If I'm honest with myself, I have to admit that I enjoyed the experience. In fact, I enjoyed it a lot! I've never experienced anything like it or anything close to that level of passion and sexual excitement."
But she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt lurking in the background. In fact, she had been unfaithful to her husband. She had also violated one of the primary principles of her religion. She had to admit that Mr. Pickering had not forced her, but he certainly had seduced her. She was responsible for her own actions. But her guilt must be tempered by her own reality. Her relationship with her husband at this point consisted of a piece of paper that said they were married, and not much more.
Rather than focusing on her guilt, she found it much more enjoyable to relive the salacious experience in her own mind as she lay down on her bed. She wanted to focus on every detail she could remember, playing it and replaying it over and over again in her mind. Each time she was able to recall more detail. What she saw. What she felt. His scent. Her own full-body tremors and uncontrollably shaking legs following her own exhausting orgasms. The sheen of sweat that covered both of their bodies. She began to see, not just Mr. Pickering's genitals, but now also his face, his arms, his hairy chest, his grey hair, his beard stubble. The feel of his tongue inside her mouth. He was actually a very attractive man, although a bit rough around the edges. He was always very courteous. But he was also dominant at times, which seemed to arouse her sexually. It felt good, and very sexy, to submit to his prowess. The more she relived the experience in her mind, the more aroused she became, and suddenly realized her hand was under her dress and inside her panties, lightly rubbing herself. "Stop it!" she thought to herself.
Kathleen immediately got off the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. "I need a drink." She found the bottle of Knob's Creek that Steven had bought and poured out about three ounces into a juice glass and headed back upstairs to her bedroom. She had to pee and so went into the bathroom and decided to remove all of her clothes, then returned to her bed and got under the covers.
As she continued to replay this morning's drama over and over in her head, she also began to feel the buzz of the whisky, which she had now finished. No thought of guilt entered her mind. As she could hear Mr. Pickering's voice in that dominant tone, telling her what to do, she almost came without even touching herself. Kathleen had not masturbated in months. Again, it was a practice forbidden by her religion. But still, a few times a year she couldn't help herself and just had to have relief. She never orgasmed with her husband, who usually only lasted a few minutes and then fell asleep.
Realizing how close she had come to an orgasm just now, she reached her hand under the covers and began to lightly massage her clitorus. She then reached further to her downy opening and realized she was quite damp. She dipped her finger inside and swirled it around trying to gather as much of her sexual nectar onto her finger as she could. There was plenty. She couldn't remember ever being that wet. She then transferred it to her clit, now rubbing a little more insistently. But she didn't want to cum too fast, so she took a break.
She continued fantasizing about her sexual escapade that morning. As she did, she would again, torment her little clitty with her freshly moistened fingers. The buzz from the whisky now resulted in a kind of fog in her mind, but somehow also made her many memories of the event crystal clear in her imagination. She could still smell him. She could still feel the soft warmness of his erect penis. She could still sense its taste as she bathed it with her tongue, copiously coating it with an abundance of her saliva as her mouth continued to water. She could see the strings of her own saliva, mixed with drops of his precum, forming a long, mucous-like bridge connecting her mouth to the tip of his penis when she withdrew to catch her breath.
Her fingers had now been tormenting her clit in a slow, soft massage, intentionally backing off just before her release in order to prolong the experience. Finally, in her imagination, she could hear her own squeals as she released his penis and string after string of his warm, sticky reproductive fluid coated her face. That was it! She felt it coming. She could tell this was going to be an unusual orgasm for her as she felt it building deep inside her, insistent, demanding release. She kept replaying the scene of his cum squirting onto her face as he groaned and yelled. She kept hearing her schoolgirl-like squeals as she reacted to his own orgasm, as her face became coated with his thick ropes of warm, sticky sperm. Her legs began to shudder. Her breathing became very deep and uneven. Her face felt so red as if it were on fire. She was right on the edge. Then it arrived.
"Oh God!!! OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!" Her hips were lifting involuntarily from the bed. Her whole body was shaking. Her arms vibrating. Her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing labored and deep. She moved her hand from her clit and ventured further south. Her pubic fur was completely soaked. The sheet beneath her was very wet. She touched herself once again, curious if she could extend the effect. As soon as her hand made contact with her engorged clit she shouted out loud, "OHHHH!!!" and her entire body jerked twice, bringing further excretions from her love tunnel. That was all she could take. She fell off to sleep.
Kathleen woke up about four that afternoon. Steven would be home in two hours! She immediately stripped the bed and put the fouled sheets into the washer and new ones on the bed. She took a very thorough shower and then began to prepare dinner for her husband.
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Burt Pickering couldn't believe his luck. This was the first time he had had sex with a woman since his wife died two years ago.
He thought to himself:
