Chapter 12

“You can ask. Maybe you shouldn’t tell them the reason.” Although they might think that reason romantic rather than erotic. She’d educated them to see that a minister could be a woman. Leave breaking it to them that a minister could be erotic to a later preacher. Anyway, one of her parishioners knew that she was quite erotic, and he was tasting all the skin he could in this position -- well not all, but all he could while resisting the greater temptation of the nipple.

While his mouth was moving slowly towards its goal, his hand was savoring a great deal of the rest. When he brushed over her thighs, the dear girl spread her legs to give him even better access. He could have reached her center, but he teased himself -- and, he hoped, her -- by keeping to the smooth, white, thighs as long as he could.

“David.” So, he had been teasing her. He stroked over her lips, parted them to reach the inner ones, finally parted those to reach her moisture. When he stroked that up to her clitoris, she sucked in a breath audibly. By then, he was on her other nipple, sucking it to firm, quivering, responsiveness.

But there was a lot he hadn’t kissed. He started down her breast and across her belly. When the path led under the sheet, he pulled it off and got between her legs. He kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other, every change of thighs bringing him closer to the goal and further into range of her aroma of arousal.

She clutched his hair in both hands and moved his head to her groin. He licked and kissed those lips, parting them with his tongue. Each lick started low and went higher. Each lick ended higher than the previous one. Then his tongue touched her clit. He rested it there for a second, then went back down her slit. He alternated licking her lips and just touching her clit while her belly grew firmer and firmer under his hand. Then, she went over with a shout.

“David!” She jerked under his mouth. He could do little more than hold on as she writhed, but he sucked when he could. When she grew still, he kissed her mound and moved back to lay down beside her. He put his arm across her and clasped her shoulder. That shouldn’t be sensitive. He blew into her ear once, but she shivered.

Her first voluntary move was to put her hand over the one he had on her shoulder.

“Jen. Jennifer Blake.”

“That’s my name.” Which was why it was such fun to say.

“The Reverend Mrs. Jennifer Blake,” to be precise. He kissed her mouth. She responded, and he petted her. His tongue touched hers, and he tasted her sweetness. When his tongue pulled back, hers entered his mouth. He sucked it gently before kissing a trail down her face and neck to her lovely breasts. This time, he got to a nipple fairly fast and then simply jumped to the other. Since he didn’t know how much his previous sucking had irritated them, he kept to licking.

Then he moved between her legs and went back for another kiss on the mouth. Her tongue still tasted sweet. Her lovely, responsive, nipples were pressing against his chest. From this position, the breasts were more comfortable to kiss. He gave both smoothnesses their due before licking the nipples again. He needed her warmth. This time, he’d only get her ready with his tongue. When he started there, though, she spoke.

“Now, David.” He agreed completely. She was pulling at his torso. He smiled at her as he complied. He spread her lips with his fingers and placed himself in her entrance. “Yes.”

“Yes!” His tip slipped between her slippery lips. She clasped his head as it entered there. Then she was caressing his shaft while his head drove deeper into her. Totally encased in her welcome, he paused to look in her eyes and smile. Then he let his desire move him through that warm clasp.

Her welcome wasn’t only there. She stroked her hand all down his torso. She held his bottom, pulling him against her. She met his strokes with her own. Then, hers were ahead of his. He tried to keep moving slowly, but he wasn’t sure he could.

“Oh,” she said, but she didn’t climax then.

“Yes, Jen, Yes, love.” Come soon, darling, or I’ll come without you. But he didn’t. Her body writhed under him just before she clutched around him. Now, he could let himself go. But, now he wasn’t holding back, the orgasm was a little beyond him. He stroked through her clutches and then through the smoother, but still warm and welcoming, tunnel as she relaxed. Then, it came. He drove into her and pumped what felt like gallons into her.

“Do you think you could let it grow out again some day?” he asked. He meant the hair on her head. It was still lovely, but it had been lovelier, and even more fun to brush, when it had been longer. He wasn’t the only male in her life who liked to touch her hair, however, and the boys hadn’t learned to stroke gently.

“Maybe. They don’t grab as often, and they could reach it now if they wanted to.”

She took the brush when she decided that he was done. She set it down, got up, and turned to face him. She started unbuttoning his shirt. She didn’t have any buttons; even the belt on her robe was loose. He stroked her melons. When she got to the last shirt button outside his trousers, she started on his belt. He removed the shirt and undershirt while she opened his trousers and pushed them down. They had a nice kiss with lots of tongue. He stroked down to her buns and then used them as handles to pull her deeper into the kiss.

When she moved away, he couldn’t follow. The trousers around his ankles hobbled him.

“Get the light and door, will you?” she asked. She lay on the bed with her buns in the air. He got the chair in position and sat down to untie his shoes and remove the rest of his clothes.

“Minx.” Still, she wasn’t saying ‘no.’ She was saying ‘make me.’ He latched the door, one improvement over their previous bedroom, and turned off the overhead light. Her buns seemed to glow in the lamplight. He was a T&A man, and if her melons had been the first thing he’d noticed about Carolyn, her buns were sexy too. And the position was sexier.

The first time he’d taken her when she was lying face down was a time when she been lying like that to deny him access to her front -- thinking to deny him access to her snatch. While the instigation of this night was all hers, there was a taste of ‘make me’ in that position.

He got into bed and kissed the back of her neck. He stroked down her back, squeezed both buns, continued to her thighs. She spread her legs. The ‘make me’ was a complete tease.

“Sorry.” He moved to give her room. The closer to the center of the bed she was the more comfortable they’d both he in another minute. He stroked the insides of her thighs -- starting far enough up that he could easily reach both with only his right hand. He bit the back of her neck very gently as he got two fingers into her wet snatch. Then he was stroking that wetness down to her clit.

As he stroked her, she stuck her buns up higher. Then she pushed herself up and back until she was on her hands and knees. It was going to be doggy-style rather than him lying on her back. He had to stop his contact to get in position behind her. Then his cock just touched the entrance to her snatch.

“Yes,” she said. She stayed still as he slowly thrust into her.

“Yes,” he agreed when his cock was as deep into her snatch as it could get.

“Let me,” she said. She pushed her buns into his lap until she had a better position. He let her push him back until she said, “Yeah.” He reached around her to get her clit from the front before starting his motions. Her snatch was so wet and smooth around him as he withdrew, so warm and welcoming as he drove in again. They got into a rhythm with her moving back as he moved forward and vice versa.

Then she went over. Her snatch grabbed his cock, let it go, and grabbed it again. He drove in and out through that fluttering grasp before he lost it. He drove deeply into her, pushing her forward but burying himself in her snatch. He pulsed there while she sagged down onto the mattress.

When he got the strength, he kissed her goodbye and returned to his own side. She rolled back so she was facing him.

She opened herself. More important, she took him in hand. He hardened another degree when he felt the touch of her fingers on him. But that was nothing compared to the touch of her inner folds on his cock. He thrust, and her abundance absorbed his thrust. He thrust another time to luxuriate in the liquid velvet of her cunt.

But he wasn’t moving quite right. He stopped to adjust his position. Knees on the proper sections of the air mattress, elbows on the proper section. A handful of breast in each hand.

When he started up again, he was not only moving in heaven; he was positioned right on earth.

Then all the sensations were wonderful. Gayle’s warm thighs embraced his hips. Her soft belly cushioned his motions. Her round breast tips filled his hands, and her pert nipples were peeked between his fingers. And her warm, soft, moist inner core caressed the sensitive nerve ends of his cock.

Her hands stroked down his back, and that gesture of welcome improved perfection. When her hands reached his ass, the message was less of welcome than of urgency. He increased his pace, and she matched it.

He felt his own urgency. The feelings were divine, but he was running towards a conclusion. He couldn’t resist any more, and every stroke came faster. He was hanging on by his fingernails.

Then Gayle’s fingernails stab him. He draws back until he’s almost out, and she hugs around his cock. He drives deep through that hug. She clasps around him rhythmically, and he shoots, and shoots, and shoots.

When he found himself lying on a gasping Gayle, he manages to roll off her.

Abuse, though, seemed far from George’s mind when they were in bed. He stroked and kissed her body gently. His touch aroused her fully. But he didn’t get to the main event.

“George,” she finally said.

“Feeling abused?” he asked. Tease!

“Feeling deprived.” She pushed him over on his back by his shoulder and climbed aboard. She adjusted her position and held his prick where it needed to go. When she sat down on it, though, she felt a twinge. If it hurt her, hurt her there, it was likely to hurt the baby. “Wait a second!” She moved off. “I don’t think I’ll try that again.”

“Hurt?” he asked.

“Not really hurt. But I felt it enough to not want to bounce up and down on you. Think you could come in me this way?”

“Help me,” he replied from above her. She put his prick where it belonged once more. George entered her quite gently.

Then he rolled them to a more sideways position. Her right arm dug into the mattress, and her left shoulder hardly touched it. He screwed her a few times like that. Then he touched her pussy with his hand. It wasn’t quite screwing; it wasn’t quite making out. Much of her sensation came from his fingers, but he moved his prick in her, too. She responded with her own motions.

He maintained his gentleness until her climax came. Then he screwed her vigorously, prolonging and adding to her feelings. After that ended in one long moment when he was rigid above her and throbbing within her, he dropped down beside her. The baby was perfectly safe from that drop. It didn’t quite miss her, though. “My leg,” she said when she thought it would go to sleep.

Obediently, he moved aside. Lovingly, he cuddled her in the spoon. “Love you,” he said while adjusting the covers once more.

“Love you, too,” she replied. And she did.

“Tired?”

“Not that tired,” she replied. Wonderful woman, sweet, sexy woman. He wasn’t going to make her work any more than necessary, all the same. Without shifting their positions, he began fondling her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and stroked his hand down to her mound. She took his hand to kiss it. Darling girl! When she had kissed his fingers, he returned them to her mound. Soon, he could feel her beginning to stiffen. She reached for him, but her touch might set him off. He caught her arm before she reached him.

“I’m on hair trigger,” he explained.

“You,” she said, starting to roll onto her back.

“Like this.” He held her until she relaxed. Then he moved down until he was further below her. He kissed the part of her neck he could reach from there before saying, “Put me in.” She grasped him and aimed him in the right direction. He moved up the bed, entering her warmth as he did. When he was as far in her as he could get lying like that, he kissed her.

“Darling, love.” And she was his love and his darling. He slowly stroked her clitoris. Meanwhile, his cock was snuggled deep into her warmth. He kissed her head some more.

“Oh, Andy.” She wriggled. The motion wasn’t much in his arms, but it nearly ignited his cock. “Oh!” She writhed in his arms and clasped his cock more tightly. He couldn’t help moving, stroking more deeply into and out of her inner hug. Soon, even that wasn’t enough. He thrust harder into her and erupted.

“Love!” She was a love. She was his love. And his love went to sleep in his arms. He followed before he could appreciate that enough. Some time in the night, he felt her slip out of his hug. When she returned to bed, though, she snuggled back into it.

“One more task for my magic fingers.”

“They aren’t magic in there, merely long.” Damn convenient, but nowhere near as exciting as they felt on her clit.

“Oh?” He found her G-spot with his fingertips and rubbed it. The heat began instantaneously and spread throughout her belly.

“Ah! Okay, they are still magic ... Oh, Char!” He withdrew his fingers to stroke her clit again and resumed his kisses -- this time on her far breast. “Oh, Char!” she said again, but she rolled away from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need you.” She’d had him seconds before. “In me.” Oh! She was too close to the edge of the bed. He pulled her back, noticing that she was cooperating in the move. He used his fingers to spread her labia and positioned himself between them.

“This way?” She nodded. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her warmth. This was the position he’d introduced, and she’d questioned. But her only response was to pull his hand back to her mound. “I love you, Mrs. Johnson.”

“And I love you.” She flexed her hips to feel all the sensations, his cock within her and his fingers caressing the outside. “Oh, Char, take me to the moon!” And she’d already started the journey. His fingers at her entrance and his strokes deep within her stoked the fires. She couldn’t give many more orders, but she didn’t need to. This was Char, and he could play her better than any keyboard.

He’d try to take her there. His finger was busy on her clitoris while he tried to keep his strokes within her slow. When she contracted around him, he maintained the stimulation on her clitoris. He could no longer resist speeding up, however. He drove in and out of that clutching warmth while his own arousal soared upward. Then he grasped her pelvis to pull her back against him as he drove inward and erupted. He shouted, and then he pulsed and pulsed.

Her last contraction drained his last seed. He lay gasping into the back of her head as he softened within her. His hand relaxed, but her sexy buttocks were still pressed into his thighs and abdomen.

“Did I?” he finally asked.

“All the way. I could taste the green cheese.”

Liz had the bed next to hers, so it was a short trip. When she stood by the head of the bed, she could see in the moonlight that Liz was watching her. When Liz didn’t make a response, Connie drew back the sheets and slipped into the bed. She held Liz’s boob through the nightie. Liz wasn’t giving her any cooperation at all. Well, she couldn’t return to her own bed. She’d make Liz want her next visit, and maybe she wouldn’t make a next visit.

She pulled the hem of the nightie up. She stroked one boob and kissed the other. She liked to pull her own nipples; she’d do that for Liz. She was in the midst of giving Liz’s boobs all the attention she could when Liz grabbed her hand and moved it to the labia. She played with those for a while. When she moved on to Liz’s clitoris, she shifted so she could kiss her other boob. When Liz stiffened, Connie stroked harder and sucked more deeply.

“Ah!” Liz said. The bed rattled. Connie got up as fast as she could while keeping silent. She walked the few steps back to her own bed and stood beside it listening. There was no sound from the hall. Liz owed her one. Should she go back? No. It would be too dangerous. She climbed into bed.

“Well, I’ll just have to duck under his punches. Let’s see, hmmm...”

“Ohhh. That is better than a foot rub.”

“One reason that you get foot rubs, you know, is that it affords me a perfect view of the most beautiful sight in the world. I love your lovely cunt. Mmmm.”

“How you could when I’m in this shape ... Yes, dear. Yes, Gil. Yes? Ohhh! ... Yesss!”

“Side?”

“Please...”

“If you don’t believe that your cunt is lovely, you’re never going to believe me about the back of your neck. But it is. Mmmm. That’s four. Mmm, five. Mmm.”

“Could you stop counting and come in me now?”

“Okay. Help me. Ease back. There. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Love what you do to me. Love how you feel in me ... Oh, Gil!”

“Easy, sweet. Easy. Let me. Oh, darling. Oh Christ! Fuck! Fuck! Ungh! Ugh! Uh! Uh.

“Isn’t this the best method of discussion that we’ve ever had?”

“Yeah, but could you move occasionally.”

“I’ll have to,” he admitted. “The feeling is exquisite, but the only thing that will keep me stiff is motion.” He demonstrated by withdrawing a bit and thrusting home until his thighs were pressed hard against her ass.

“Oh, yes.” She hugged him with her pussy.

“Well, I’ll print out a sheet with all our names. It might as well be in forty or fifty points; it’ll still fit on one sheet of paper. They’ll be double spaced, and each name will start a line. Then you’ll cut them out with the paper cutter, though it’ll be only one sheet. The result will be long strips -- strips of all the same length and width – each containing a single name. Do we have a hat? It couldn’t belong to one of the guys.”