Chapter 31: Bernice Blows It

"Did you bring the pictures, Mrs. Bartlett?"

"Yes, Reverend." Bernice placed the envelope on the desk and stood nervously before the seated minister. "Becky looked wonderful after her visit with you this afternoon. So happy."

"She's a wonderful girl, Sister Bartlett. You and Mr. Bartlett have brought her up well." Wilson's balls were not as swollen and painful now as they were two hours ago after his preparatory session with the woman's ripe-fourteen-year-old daughter and having this woman again was not as appealing as the thought of breaking in the delightfully innocent teen but when he did complete his initiation of the buxom adolescent he did not want to have a hair-trigger controlling his initial ejaculation.

"I don't think since we moved here I've seen her as relaxed as she is now. You're a wonderful man, Reverend." Bernice herself had not been as relaxed as now either but in her naïveté she failed to connect the cause of her relaxed state with that of her daughter's. Despite her own history of seduction and pregnancy at fourteen and seeing photos of her thirteen year old niece having sex with Harvey, Bernice still viewed her daughter as a young child.

"It's God's will, Sister. Just as what has happened to you is God's will. She is ready to come to Jesus... she began today to experience His saving grace. Now come into the other room, my dear. I have prayed over your situation and God has signaled to me of a potential problem with the solution I was leading you to. Do you... are you bothered by what happened yesterday?"

"Oh no Reverend. I... I... it helped me understand my husband. I think?"

Although her chastity had been damaged if not demolished by sharing her troubles yesterday with her minister, Bernice still felt as if the handsome preacher was truly a man of God. She had not thought his instructions on the telephone unusual and had come to this meeting fresh from the shower and without either panties or brassiere. Now, as she looked at the wide couch in the inner office with the visible crucifix she wondered if it was here that her daughter had experienced the saving grace of Jesus.

"Well my dear, let's sit here and study the pictures some more. While I was praying for you God seemed to be telling me to look deeper... for something I missed."

"Yes... oh yes. There is something," the preacher said softly as he sat with his thigh pressed close to the woman's warm leg. "It's this." He held up a picture of Bernice's sister on her knees, her face buried in Harvey's crotch and, although it was not directly visible, it was obvious that she had taken the full length of his penis into her mouth... and throat. "Do you see what I mean?"

"Uh... no... I don't think so? Didn't I sort of... yesterday?" The memory of having the minister's hot hardness between her lips and filling her mouth sent a warm rush through her loins.

"You did that partly. But your sister is doing something special for your husband and the only way you can be sure he will be all yours again is to do the same thing."

"I don't understand?"

"I think the only way to explain it is to show you what you have to do. Will that be unpleasant for you, my dear?" Wilson placed his hand on the woman's full, firm thigh and felt her tension.

"No... not if that's what I need to save my marriage. But? What are you going to do?"

"What your sister is doing for your husband," and Wilson paused to let the word husband sink in," is very special. It gives a man a thrill like no other but it requires skill and practice." The minister's hand was slipping up under the woman's skirt as he spoke and his gaze bored into her eyes.

"Are you? Am I? What are you... we going to do, Reverend?"

"I'm going to teach you how to get your husband back, my dear. But you will give me great pleasure while it's happening... that's God's will too, I guess... but because of that... I want to be fair... I want to give you pleasure first."

Bernice looked at her minister with a quizzical expression on her face as he eased her down on the sofa to a horizontal position. "What do you mean? Oh. Oohhh Sirrr?" The chaste woman blushed as her minister unfastened the waist of her skirt and tugged it down, baring her broad hips with the well-furred nest in the middle. Was he going to have sex with her like he did yesterday? A faint doubt about whether or not that would be God's will flashed through her mind but the memory of how wonderful it had been displaced any thought of right and wrong.

"Take off your sweater, Sister. Your husband will want you to be naked for him," and Wilson watched with lust-filled eyes as the woman sat up and peeled off the loose-fitting sweater that had disguised the loose fullness of her huge breasts. Then, crossing her arms in front of her in a futile attempt to cover her nakedness, she layback again.

"He'll want to see you... all of you," the preacher said softly as he moved the woman's arms to her sides. "Just as I do. You are an example of the beauty that God has created and marriage has given your husband the right to honor and enjoy that beauty completely." Wilson continued his impromptu speech as he knelt at the foot of the bed and took the woman's rather thick ankles in his hands and separated them.

"Remember what your sisters did. Harvey did not have a right to them and they were extremely disrespectful of their husbands." Lowering his shoulders between Bernice's now widely spread legshe began to lick the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, starting near her knees, and moving slowly upward toward the pink; curl-framed lips of her rapidly moistening cunt. "But we are doing God's will now, Sister. Showing you how to hold your husband and what to expect from him also."

His coal-black eyes glittered lustfully as they fixed on the slightly gaping slit where a tiny dewdrop of moisture glistened from the underfucked woman's eager passionate response. Reaching the already quivering lips of her vagina, the lustful preacher flicked out his warm tongue tip, licking the pungent nectar from Bernice's palpitating pussy. Then he slid his tongue into the depths of the moist labial valley, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating the vaginal lips upward to the swelling bud of her pink clitoris, smiling inwardly as he heard the dark haired woman gasp with her rapidly mounting excitement.

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm..." sounded the woman's dreamy and languid sigh. "Is this what you're going to do?" She quivered with anticipation, remembering how wonderful he had made her feel yesterday.

With his thumbs, the crouching black-haired minister spread apart the moistly clinging flesh of Bernice's pussy lips, until the shiny throbbing clitoris was completely exposed to his view. He dipped his face forward and eagerly began to suck on the sensitive area as the virtuous but duped woman's hips squirmed back and forth and she sighed in growing abandon.

Bernice, secure in her faith in Jesus and the goodness of her minister, allowed the passionate sensations to sweep through her, and she was only vaguely aware of Wilson's strong, caressing hands pressing her beautifully shaped legs up and back, pushing them until her knees were pressed against her large, soft breasts. She lifted her head to watch, her mind reeling with the storm of lust sweeping through her, as Wilson deliberately buried his face into her upturned loins to lick and suck at her moist hot cunt with lascivious fury and hunger.

Wilson's own cock was getting harder and more painfully swollen, but he tried not to think about it. He wanted to bring this voluptuous woman to a blissful climax before he had her satisfy his own hugely pressing need.

As Wilson's pleasure-giving tongue darted out, slicing along her throbbing cunt like a boat slides along a greased skidway, Bernice surrendered to the shocks of pleasure rippling delightfully through her body. If only this man was her husband. She couldn't imagine that Harvey would give her such delight. Or even that he would try. She moaned softly, delighting in the sensations her minister's tongue was sparking in her vagina

Bernice had been married for fourteen years but she was unworldly and rational thought began slipping quickly from her mind as her body responded more and more to the skillful tonguing she was receiving. Wilson's oral manipulations of her sex-inflamed, quivering vagina were bringing her to a level of excitement and desire she'd never before felt except, perhaps, for yesterday. Her broad hips began jerking forward and up, burying Wilson's flicking tongue in her up to its roots.

Nothing mattered to her by this point... not her husband or her sisters or even her ripe, young daughter, nothing but the reality of the probing tongue that crept so sensually up into her hot steaming vaginal furrow. Her buxom buttocks began to squirm desperately on the couch as the searing hot lashes of passion licked maddeningly at her nakedly quivering body. Arching her back wildly, she thrust her pelvis upward, frantically grinding her seething wet cunt up tightly into Wilson's face. Her trembling ass writhed in small, frenzied circles, struggling for the release that was now so close.

Wilson's hands grasped the woman's big, soft ass-melons and he buried his face in the fat softness of her furry pussy. Her thighs locked around his head, their fleshy softness molding to his ears and muffling the sounds of her breathless cries of orgasm. Her hands were in his hair, pulling his head harder between her legs and the pulpy softness of her cuntflesh blocked his deeply buried nose until he thought he would smother.

The prurient preacher managed to hold his breath long enough that he didn't have to force his head out from between the woman's legs before she relaxed and released him of her own accord. After a gasp for breath, Wilson said softly, "Only God could cause something like that, Sister. You know that, don't you?"

"Hanh... Oohhh Sirrrr... Reverend... Yes. Oh Sir... it was Heaven."

"Come now, Sister. Kneel with me and we will pray."

The minister helped the woman off the bed to kneel beside him. His prayer was a plea for God's guidance, to teach the woman how to satisfy and keep her husband. As he prayed, Wilson cupped and played with the woman's large, hanging mammary globes but his thoughts were on her daughter, Becky. He longed for the feel of her firm, pneumatic body and especially the virgin tightness of her cunt that would surround his throbbing cock. If eating the girl's mother had not been enough to bring him back to the state he was at that afternoon when he'd fingered the ripe, young girl to her first climax, thinking of her would have done the job. His testicles felt like fiery balloons as they swayed under him.