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6/28/2004

He could hear them coming into the church. They were talking
and laughing, turning on lights and pulling out chairs;
they were getting ready to be good children of God. Well,
most of them were. He eyed his telephone for the hundredth
time in the past three days. His hand twitched to pick it
up, and he nearly did. The laughter echoed through the darkened
church again. Her laughter. He found himself standing
and gathering the evening's lesson almost mechanically.

Just one more night, what would one more night hurt? He could
be with her for another night of the sweetest agony a man
could know and in the morning he would call Springfield
and request to be removed. It's not like he'd ever
touched her. He'd never said a single improper word
to her. There was nothing outside of his head to indicate
that he'd be the least bit irreligious to a member of
his congregation. Even the elders had no clue what evil
sins were running through his mind.
"Reverend Hank! Sandy brought sugar cookies."
Sandy's brother shoved the plastic box full of sugar
cookies in his direction. He smiled politely and took one.
Allan had been pushing Sarah in his direction since he arrived
at the church. Allan would like nothing better than to see
his sister as Mrs. Reverend Hank. Sandy smiled at him; she
looked exactly like a half-blind cat he'd once owned.
He can't say they hadn't warned him at seminary.
Any unattached Reverend was open season, particularly
if he wasn't flat ugly. He smiled blandly around the
room and took his seat at the head of the table. Sandy was
still doing her half-blind cat thing and Allan was sharing
sugar cookies with Hannah. Hannah . . .
His eyes managed to linger just long enough on her lithe
body to imprint the swell of her breasts under the blue gingham
into delicious memory, but not long enough to cause anyone‒
even Allan‒ the suspicion that he'd noticed. He cleared
his throat and flipped through his book. The page was marked,
but he wanted a few precious seconds to think about her upthrust
nipples. They pressed so plainly against her dress that
he wondered if she wore a bra.
All things considered and nipples firmly entrenched in
his mind, the study went well. He waded through the Roman
Road without once using the word nipples. He'd been
terrified that he would make some glib slip of the tongue
that would completely give him away. Instead, he was the
perfect Reverend who still had the perfect secret.
Allan, as always, stayed to help clean up and insisted on
doing everything himself so Sandy would have another chance
to make her move. He wasn't in the mood to put up with
either of them. He thanked Allan for his help and went to
his office before they could corner him. He shut the door
politely in Sandy's face. He leaned his head silently
against the cool wood and listened to the siblings arguing
for a few minutes and then the door slam shut behind them.
He relaxed against the door and sighed all the way from his
toes. Now he had a few moments alone with his thoughts of
Hannah.
"Reverend Hank?"
He slammed his head against the door. He must be dreaming,
Hannah's voice? The lamp on his desk clicked on, confirming
that it wasn't a dream. She was leaning against his
desk, smiling at him. He rubbed his eyes but she didn't
go away. "Hannah?"
She smiled at him and his gut wrenched. "I wanted to
talk to you in private for a few moments, if you don't
mind."
He cleared his throat and nodded. He tried to keep his eyes
on her face. Anywhere above her neck. Just as long as they
were off of those nipples. They were poking against her
dress still. The fabric molded them perfectly, two little
points sticking straight out from a pair of beautifully
rounded breasts. Her nipples cast twin shadows in the lamplight.
"Wh-what did you want to see me about?"
"I'm going to commit adultery."
His eyes slapped to her face at that. The shock must have
exploded across his expression because she giggled. Hope
blossomed and so did a nasty curl of guilt. "But, but
your husband. . ."
"I've made up my mind, Reverend Hank. I'm
going to do it." She licked her lips and dropped her
eyes to his waist.
"Hannah, as your Reverend I must counsel you against
this."
"I know what you have to do." Her hands twitched
by her sides, then abruptly went to the buttons at her neckline.
Her voice dipped, turning into a husky version of what was
already liquid sex. "I know what you want to do."

"Hannah. . ."
One button gave way and then another.
"You can't do this. I won't let you."

Another button flicked up. One more and her lapels would
sag enough to reveal the slopes of her breasts. "You
know you want to do me, Reverend Hank."
The coarse words grated across his conscience and shoved
his shlong against his trousers. "No, I don't."

She laughed again, that smooth as a swig of old Kentucky
whiskey laugh of hers. "You can go to hell just as quick
for lyin' as for stealin'."
"Hannah, this is wrong. You're married. I'm
your Reverend. We can't do this." His five-year
virgin penis wasn't listening either. It was steadily
feeding a growing spot of wetness on his pants.
"I'm not wearing underwear, Reverend Hank.
Do you want to see my titties?"
"Hannah. . ." He didn't know if it was protest
or reverence.
"Come here, Reverend. I'll show you my nipples.
They've been hard all night because they've been
rubbing against my dress and I knew you were looking at them.
You look at my titties a lot, don't you? You like my nipples?"
She pulled her dress open enough to show him one proud breast
and the thick, hard nipple that capped it. His mouth went
alternately dry then wet. He was lost. Her thumb and forefinger
circled that bit of brownish pink flesh that he wanted so
desperately to suck and tugged on it. He watched as gooseflesh
erupted over her arms and she moaned deep in her throat.
"Do you like my titties, Reverend Hank?"
"Oh God, " he groaned, but it was too late to save
him.
"Do you want to see my pussy, Reverend Hank?"

"Yes." More than anything.
She smiled at him, undid another button on her dress, and
pulled it open all the way. Both of her breasts hung in the
cool air of his office, just waiting to be touched. "Get
on your knees and I'll show it to you."
"What?" He wanted to touch but didn't dare.
It had been too long- it was too wrong. If he did, he'd
splooge in his trousers, and it would be over.
"Right here, get on your knees right in front of me-
so I can show you my pussy. I want you to see it. I've been
wanting to show you my pussy for months now, but I never had
the courage to lift my dress during services."
He shuddered at the thought of her lifting her skirts to
show him her most private areas in front of the whole congregation.
Instead of fizzling him out with the thought of the reprisals,
it turned him on even more. His knees bent, and he dropped
to the thick carpeting in front of her. His face was so close
to the piece of heaven between her legs that he could smell
her. She smelled like earth, woman, and creamy sin.
The dress inched up past her knees. He wanted to rip it off
of her and bury himself as deep inside of her as he could get.
She wiggled her hips and lifted it farther, until the lamplight
shone through the wet blonde curls covering her sex. He
stared in complete awe. The inner lips were bulging and
swollen; he could see them peeking through the hair. Somewhere
she had a little clitoris that he wanted to lick. He had never
seen a woman so wet in his life. Of course he was limited to
a few quick fumblings in college over five years ago, so
he didn't have much experience to rely on.
"Do you like my pussy?" She sounded a little
uncertain, perhaps afraid that he wouldn't.
"I love your pussy." He loved saying the word.
He relished the feel of it on his lips and the meaning behind
it. The only thing better was the real thing, peeking out
at him. "I love your beautiful pussy."
She wiggled some more and then shoved the dress down all
the way. He looked up past the softness of her belly to her
jutting breasts. His penis twitched, and it was all he could
do to keep from ripping his pants off and ruining his descent
into sin with a quick orgasm.
"Hannah. . ." He didn't know what to say.
She didn't seem to mind though. She edged onto his desk
and spread her legs until he could see all of her cunt and
even a part of her rosebud. Her fingers reached between
them and pulled the lips apart, sliding through the wetness.

"I can't believe how wet you make me, Reverend.
All I have to do is hear you say my name and I cream my panties.
See?" She wasn't lying; her flesh gleamed from
it. Her fingers slipped into her pink hole then up through
the labia to tickle her erect, little clitoris. Her body
jerked, and she swallowed a groan. "I like saying
dirty words to you. I like masturbating for you. I think
I'm going to cum soon."
"Me, too." He watched her fingers dance and
had no doubt that he would go off like a rocket. Her hips jerked
reflexively, and she let out all of those sexy little grunts.
She fell back across his desk, scattering papers everywhere,
and arched her entire body. He needed to slap his hand across
her mouth and shut her up, but he wanted to hear every sound
she made echo through his office and the rest of the church.

In the end, he just jumped to his feet and ripped his clothes
off. She was writhing on his desk, and he couldn't stop
himself from joining her, even he'd wanted to. His
prick was ready to blow up in his fist when he stepped between
her legs. He didn't think that she'd even noticed
him until she lifted her head and screamed his name. That
was all it took. He didn't even get inside of her. Her
cunt lips kissed the head of his throbbing cock, and he instantly
spurted a load of hot juice into the cleft of her ass.
Even though he hadn't done anything, he was panting
like a winded horse. His penis was still a little hard and
sperm dripped off of his fingers. He felt like the biggest
piece of shit in existence. He wanted to cry, to scream.
He was ready to break out the scourge and change his name
to Dimmesdale. There was nothing too horrible that he could
do to repent.
But then her legs moved, closing against his side and then
sliding down his body like a pair of heated, loving serpents.
She sat up, a lazy, contented haze in her eyes. Her lips touched
his, clinging to him in a kiss that seemed ridiculously
chaste and incredibly loving all at the same time. It was
like being with a girl for the first time all over again.
He closed his eyes and steeled himself to push her away.

"Mmm, that took the edge off." Her voice caressed
his lips. He could feel her breath, taste her life. It was
incredibly sweet to be this close to another person, Hannah
in particular. Her hand wrapped around his penis, still
sticky from both of their orgasms, and any thought of pushing
her away flew right out of his head.
He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but one moment
he was standing and the next he was leaning against his desk
and she was kneeling between his feet. His prick dangled
obscenely next to her face and he thought he'd never
seen a woman look sexier. Then she opened her mouth and touched
the head with her tongue and he couldn't think at all.

He'd had high school blow-jobs from scared girlfriends,
but they were nothing compared to this. Hannah took her
time and relished what she was doing. The lust in her eyes
was as evident as the concrete hardness of his erection.
She loved dick- he could see her getting off on it. Watching
her do it was almost more exciting than feeling her delicately
lick along the shaft. Her tongue wrapped around it then
lapped at it. Licks were interspersed with nibbles. She
gave him a wicked smile, then opened her lips and drew him
inside.
Hot, wet, suction greeted him. The inside of her mouth was
as welcoming as a steam bath. She sucked him, drawing his
pre-cum out to sweep away with slow licks from the broad
side of her tongue. The world narrowed to a few inches of
penis and a steamy cave of mouth. She took more of his cock
inside, pressing the tip of her tongue against the sweet
spot on the underside, just below the head. He saw stars.

She pulled him deeper insider of her, devouring his shaft
and, with it, the tatters of his resistance. Whatever she
wanted him to do, he would do. Her magical mouth worked his
dick over until it was so hard it hurt. Then she swallowed.
The muscles of her esophagus squeezed the head of his penis
and swallowed it down even deeper. He wondered, momentarily,
how she could breathe past his meat, but he couldn't
hold onto that thought with her nose pressed to his belly.
She sensed his orgasm before he did and yanked her sweet
mouth away from his needy cock.
"Pleeeaase. . ."
"I want you to shoot in my pussy, not my mouth, Reverend
Hank."
"Hannah." He breathed her name like a sacrament.

She pushed things out of her way and bent over his desk. Her
beautiful rump stuck upwards, a naughty testament to sin
of the most delicious sort. He licked his lips and palmed
her buttocks, savoring the feel of them. He didn't
think he'd ever get to do it again and he wanted to remember
the smooth skin and firm curves for the rest of his life.
She wiggled, shoving against him. "Do you like my
butt?"
"I love your ass, Hannah." He hadn't said
ass out loud in well over five years. It felt wonderful to
say it to her. He leaned down and bit it, then licked it. She
squealed and playfully thrust it back at him. He pushed
his cheek against the soft skin and breathed in the heady
scent.
The damp slit between her legs drew him like a magnet. He
wanted to touch it, rub his face in it, press his cock into
it, he just wanted to be a part of it. She reached behind her
and grabbed the flesh on either side of her pussy and pulled,
opening it up to him. “Pork me, Reverend Hank."
He didn't need to be invited twice. His dick wanted
to renew its acquaintance with those pussy lips, and he
wasn't one to get in the way. He knew he should slow down
and back off. He should do a little foreplay and cunnilingus
to get her off first. After all, a gentleman always made
sure the lady was satisfied before claiming his own pleasure.
He nudged the head past her labia and grabbed her hips. It
was too late to hop off of her. He had to slide his prick inside
or he would splooge embarrassingly all over her ass-crack
again. He couldn't have stopped himself if half the
congregation walked in on them right then. Not even the
thought of Sandy and her wall-eyed stare could stop him.

"Oh, God, Reverend Hank, fuuuhck me!" Her ass
wiggled and her cunt swallowed a little more of his shaft.
His hips jerked and engulfed to the hilt. He pulled back
a little for another lunge. She threw her head back and cried
out. The glorious sounding of a woman in heat echoed through
the sanctuary. She lifted her butt to meet him, gasping
when he bottomed out. He reached around and grabbed her
breasts, kneading them his fingers. She arched her back
and rode him in ways he'd only dreamed of.
"That's it, Hannah, ride my cock-- pump it."
He said more things, but they were lost in a snarling haze
of lust. He quit pawing her breasts to hold her hips in a vice
grip. He pounded her hard, moving fast enough to send the
papers on his desk flying across the room. He didn't
care either. All he cared about was the exquisitely tight
channel squeezing his cock like a boa constrictor devouring
lunch. His penis felt huge and swollen inside of her. He
could almost feel every bump and squeeze her inner muscles
made with each thrust.
She grunted with every stroke of his pole. He had the fleeting
idea that it would be great if she came with him, but he didn't
have the coordination to accomplish that. His entire body
was focused on the few inches of erection inside of her.
He couldn't feel anything else, just his stiff dick
and her cunt squeezing it. She cried out again, and he lost
it. He shoved his prick in as far as it would go and roared.
His entire being jerked reflexively, trying to insinuate
as much of himself as possible inside of her. He felt as though
his soul was shooting out from his balls, through the tip
of his dick and into the center of her being.
When his brain finally returned to Earth she was sprawled
on his desk and he was on top of her. His penis had shriveled,
and she slowly squeezed it out...Shluuuurp. The scent
of sex was heavy, drowning out the usual overpowering smell
of lemon furniture polish. His penis flopped wetly against
his thigh and fluid trickled down his skin. The weight of
regret settled between his shoulder blades and shoved
straight down so hard he could barely breathe. He choked
on his guilt, trying to swallow it. Dimly he felt her shuddering
underneath him. The sound of a woman's tears penetrated
the fog in his mind and he wanted to die.
"Hannah. . ." He didn't know what to say.

"I never knew it could be so beautiful." She
pressed her forehead to his desk. "I never even knew
it felt so good."
"But you didn't orgasm!" He pulled back
and clutched at her hand.
"You made me feel, Reverend Hank. It felt so good."
She threw herself into his arms and held him. "I felt
like a real woman."
Despite the all encompassing guilt, he suddenly felt like
the world's greatest lover. He was Don Juan, Casanova,
and Romeo all rolled into one. And she hadn't even orgasmed.
It wasn't too late, he could still make her. Then she
would be truly satisfied. No. Sodomy was as against God's
law as well as adultery was. It was bad enough that he'd
let her suck his cock-- he wasn't going to make things
worse.
"Pete says I'm frigid, but I never felt anything
like that before. You were wonderful."
"You're not frigid. You're warm and loving."

She laughed, the sound merrily wrapping itself around
his heart. "I can't orgasm."
If that wasn't a challenge to his manhood, he didn't
know what was. "Who told you that?"
"Nobody. I just can't. Pete's tried for
years, even bought my a vibrator. I just can't."

"Bullshit."
Her eyes widened and she giggled. "Reverend Hank!
Don't cuss."
He tried to swallow his laugh, but it came out of his nose
anyway. "I just porked myself stupid with you and
you're worried about a little word like ‘shit’."

"I've never heard you say things like that."

"I've never seen a prettier pussy." She
looked just as pleased as she was embarrassed. He didn't
know what ol' Pete was doing wrong, but he knew he had
to rectify the situation. He would worry about his immortal
soul tomorrow, when he resigned and joined an order of monks
that lived on top of mountains where women didn't exist.
"Why don't you lay down and let me get a good look
at the pretty little pussy?”
Embarrassment warred with lust across her eyes. Lust won.
Her knees drooped until they touched the carpet, then she
eased onto her back. Her legs crossed each other, a testament
to her uncertainty. It's not too late, the angel in
him whispered, repent and let her alone. So far he'd
only porked it, he hadn't gotten intimately acquainted
with it. Just looking at her from a respectful distance
was intoxicating, what would happen to his soul if he tasted
her fully?
Nervously she licked her lips then spread her legs. One
foot slid to the right, propping itself up so the knee bent.
The other followed suit. She was hot and wet enough to permeate
the air with the smell of her sweet poontang. His nostrils
flared and the angel lost whatever control it ever had over
him. He dropped between her thighs and inhaled.
"Reverend Hank? What are you doing?" She propped
herself on her elbows, apparently ready to pull away from
him.
He grazed his knuckles over the wet pubic hair. "Do
you know what my favorite thing in the world is?"
"Sugar cookies?"
He met her eyes with his and smiled. It hadn't taken
Sandy long to figure that out. She had that information
the day he arrived and a fresh batch ready two hours later.
He didn't think Hannah had noticed. "Not quite.
My favorite thing in the whole world is poontang and you've
got the sexiest I've ever seen."
He had the satisfaction of watching her nipples get agonizingly
hard while she gasped for air. He slid his fingers inside
of her, then spread them. He liked the way her lips clung
to him and the way they gleamed in the lamplight. They were
wet and a little sticky, just the way he liked them. He opened
the wider so he could see the delicate pink slopes disappearing
into her body, more importantly so he could taste it.
"What are you doing!" Her entire body jerked
against him. He couldn't answer because his mouth
was full of poon. She whipped her hips, trying to unseat
him, but he held on stubbornly. "It's filthy!
You, you, you, you know it!"
He lifted his head and grinned at her. He sincerely hoped
she could see their juices on his cheeks. "So dinner
is a little creamier. You're delicious. I've
been dreaming of licking you like this since I first saw
you. I love your sweet poontang, Hannah."
"But, but. . ."
"Some men like tits, some like ass, some like legs.
I'm a poontang man myself. Send me to heaven, baby,
rub that pussy in my face." He didn't know where
the wild man had come from, but he liked it. A lot.
"Reverend Hank!"
"You have a sexy pussy, Hannah. I'm going to eat
it until one of us passes out."
"You're trying to make me cum, aren't you."
He didn't like the sadness in her voice.
"I'm trying to lock lips with your cunt."

She relaxed against the floor, her knees splaying in bored
resignation. "You won't make me orgasm... We
could make love again, though."
"I'm not hard." Adultery, sodomy, breaking
every church law in the books about female parishioners,
what was a lie on top of that? "Just lie back and think
of England."
She snorted and he grinned into her pubis. Her body shifted
a little, settling itself more comfortably on the flat
floor. It also slid her labia across his nose. He shuddered
and followed it back down. Those lips were so inviting,
so full and wet, just perfect for kissing. He traced the
edge of one with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.
The heady flavor of her juices made him want to stick his
cock into her all over again. Later, oh yes, later he'd
bury himself into her as far as he could go, right then he
was going to savor her.
He slipped two fingers inside and pulled her gently open,
stretching her vulva wide enough to peer into her body.
She shivered delicately against him, the first encouraging
sign he'd had. He wiggled his tongue deep into that
sexy hole and tasted them both. He lapped at it, going after
every drop he could find. With every sweep of his tongue
her cunt secreted more juice. He slid his fingers inside
and rubbed her. She gasped, her hips jerking.
Smiling a little, his slid his tongue along her slit until
it met up with her clitoris. That little knob of flesh stood
erect, begging to be kissed. A gentleman should never say
no to a clit. He nuzzled it with his lips, getting familiar
with the hardness covered by soft skin. His fingers found
a rhythm with her hips, one sliding in as the other slid out.
His tongue touched her clit and slowly made rounds of the
tip. Her legs spread open a little wider and her butt tilted
up, giving him far more access. It also brought her little
rosebud right into the open. He pulled a finger from her
cunt and sucked the juice off it. He looked up to see her staring
at him with glazed eyes. The Ice Queen was melting.
He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and tilted her hips up
more firmly. She grabbed her legs and let her head fall back.
She had such a beautiful pussy. He gave it long lick before
touching his tongue to her asshole. She jerked and nearly
got away, but he held her firmly, running his tongue all
over the tight, tiny hole. She didn't put up much of
a fight, though he figured she wanted to. He stuck his finger
in his mouth for a moment than introduced it into her anus.
She squealed when he pushed it inside.
"Am I hurting you?"
"N-no. . ."
"Good."
He slid his tongue over her clit again. A few moments of that
and her ass loosened enough to take all of his finger. He
touched her cunt with his free hand and she groaned. One
finger slowly fucked her ass and another one slowly fucked
her pussy. Her hips moved with him, sinuously chasing the
fingers. He sucked on her clit, then used his tongue like
a boxer. She gasped again, the sharp edge of it teased him.
He added another finger to her butt and her loud cry echoed
through the church.
She sank her fingers into his hair and alternately pressed
him closer to her clit and tugged him farther away from it.
She wiggled under his mouth as if she couldn't decide
if she wanted him to continue or not. He stuck another finger
into her pussy, twisting it slowly for a few moments. She
all but screamed when he hooked his fingers and found her
g-spot.
"Ooooh maah Gaaawd, " she howled. Not quite
God, but he was happy enough with that. Her cunt convulsively
squeezed his fingers and coated his hand with delicious
female juices. His tongue was getting a little sore, not
even sermonizing prepared him for this workout. Her ass
jerked upwards, her pussy nearly broke his fingers, and
her screams filled the entire building. She pulled on his
hair until he thought she'd rip it out and shoved her
clit into his lips and rubbed it against him.
He slammed his dick deep into her before she could stop her
orgasm. Her body writhed beneath him for a moment and her
wails intensified. She squeezed his rod so beautifully,
milking his entire length hard enough to make his eyes cross
and his tongue loll out. He jerked out before he squirted,
wanting to prolong the pleasure. She reached for him, but
he flipped her over instead. That tiny butthole was staring
him right in the face, winking at him, and he intended to
have it. He'd never been inside one with his prick before
and that was going to change.
He pried her cheeks apart and stuck his tongue right into
her tight little orifice. She was still riding the crest
of her orgasm, so she didn't bother to protest. He didn't
bother to wait long enough for her to get the mental acuity
to stop him either. His fingers worked her cunt like a pair
of two stroke pistons, and his tongue chased the clenching
rosebud. He brought the wetness from her twat to her anus,
pushing it inside with his finger. He worked that hole,
stretching it, getting it ready, until he thought his head
would explode. He couldn't wait another moment to
sink inside of her- he just hoped she could take it.
She was on her knees, panting from the force of her orgasm
when he lost all self-control. Her butt was the perfect
height and her hole the perfect target. He had just enough
brainpower left to shove himself into her pussy and hold
his shlong there for a moment before pushing it against
her anal entrance. He waited for a second, but she didn't
stop him. She probably didn't know what he was doing.
He felt like a hormone driven teenager and a complete jerk,
but nothing would stop him from porking her ass- maybe not
even if she asked him to. He prayed to God that she didn't.

He found the hole with the head of his cock and pushed. She
squealed again, coming up off the floor. He pushed harder,
not stopping until his head broke through that slippery
ring of muscle. She shrieked. "That hurts!"

"I know, baby, I know." He wanted to move, to
shove himself in deeper. She wasn't asking him to pull
out, not yet, please don't ask. He reached around her
hips and found her wet cunt. Her clit was still hard and throbbing,
but hopefully not too sensitive to touch. She didn't
object when he took it between his fingers. His dick slid
in a little bit more.
God, she was so tight and so hot. He'd never felt anything
like it and that was just the first inch or so, too. "You're
so hot... So tight. Please let me fuck you... pleeeease."

He rocked his hips slowly, gaining a little more ground
in her backside. She whimpered and rocked against him.
"Tell me it feels good, baby. Tell me you like that
big dick in your ass." He had no pride; he didn't
care that he sounded like a man pleading for his life, althought
it was exactly what he felt. He couldn't stop himself,
he flexed the muscles in his ass and shoved. "Oh, God,
Hannah."
She was shaking beneath him, her ass had swallowed up most
of his shlong. So far she hadn't stopped him, but he
thought she wanted to. He lunged again, and followed up
with a few spasmodic jerks, seating himself fully in her
rump. He leaned his head against her back and listened to
her heart beat wildly. "Spread your legs, baby, let
me at you”
Her body quivered, as she shifted her weight. He groaned
and jerked, her ass was squeezing him deliciously. He sank
his fingers into her cunt, searching for juicy wetness.
She groaned, and he found it. Deep inside, her pussy was
still soaking wet. He pulled it out and anointed her clitoral
nub. He held himself still, despite the tremendous need
to pound her ass. She needed to catch up with him. He pulled
more cream from inside of her and played with her clit. He
could feel her starting to loosen up around his thick, hard
rod, and her body gradually relaxed beneath him.
His weight pressed her into the carpet and straddled her
legs. She lifted her butt to him, squeezing him with her
inner muscles. He groaned and licked her shoulder. Her
hand pushed his out of the way and took over on her pussy.
"Can I butt-fuck you, Hannnnah baby?"
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"...Oh yeeeaahh!"
He moved on her, easing his prick outward and then pushing
it back in. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."

She moaned deep in throat; it was a sound as full of lust as
he was. “Fuck my ass, Reverend Hank!!!"
"Oh God, " he groaned, even though he knew his
god would certainly disapprove. Hank thought it was the
most religious experience of his life, nonetheless.
She wiggled her butt against him, enticing his prick with
her tight little channel. “ my ass, Reverend Hank.
it hard... Make me cum."
He braced himself and rode her ass. She kept talking to him,
telling him exactly what it felt like and how much she loved
it. Her voice broke a few times, and she whined in her throat.
He loved hearing those words from her, "Ooooh Gaaawd,
Reverend Hank, I'm cummmming!"
He knew how nicely her cunt convulsed when she came, however,
he had no idea that her ass was like an all-encompassing,
hot, slippery fist milking his shlong with unbelievably
forceful contractions. His eyes crossed, and his back
arched. She screamed with a new rush of orgasms. His balls
contracted against his body, and he fought against it.
He didn't know how many more years he'd have to
wait to get inside an ass like Hannnah’s, probably never
again, and he wanted to savor every single moment he could.
She gyrated under him, riding her orgasm like a bucking
bronco. She felt so good, so tight.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He shoved himself
as far up into her ass as he could, trying to force everything
into her. His grunts mingled with hers and echoed sinfully
through the empty church. His splooge erupted through
the end of his pulsating rod and bathed her innards. He felt
like he was pouring himself into her with each blinding
spurt. His entire body tingled, and all of his concentration
centered on the flesh of his pole and the squeeze of her ass.
He bellowed her name and jerked like a puppet; his cock was
the string and she held it firmly within the jaws of her gorgeous
buttocks.
Some time later-- probably hours, he couldn't tell‒
he stirred himself enough to get off of her. Her ass had pushed
his meat out and he imagined that his semen was leaking out,
too. "Hannah, " he began, but couldn't
think of anything else to say.
"I love you, Reverend Hank. I know you don't love
me and that I'm married, but I love you anyway."
She wouldn't look at him.
There was only one thing to say to that. "Same time
next week, baby?"

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Thank you for giving me a massive orgasm! Wow, just Wow!

9/9/2010