Chapter 34

Almost Adultery

The rigid futon shook with Bonny's tremors until finally they subsided and she lay completely happy and completely satisfied, relaxed, feeling... well... just... Wonderful... it was the only word.

Gillis's swollen balls ached with need and beside him, almost under him on the futon was all that he needed to quench his painful thirst.

But the preacher could not push from his mind that this lovely, big-titted woman was married and a mother. If he committed adultery with her... and it would undoubtedly be absolute, sinful adultery... he could bring down on her and her family temporal grief, let alone the Heavenly misery that might afflict her in the afterlife. This was not his faithless sister in law but an otherwise faithful spouse of a good member of his congregation. What was he going to do?

Mrs. George Smart had never felt like this before. She had never known such a feeling of contentment any more than she'd ever experienced such mind-blowing ecstasy as her minister's oral assault on her chaste pussy had produced. She lay there unashamedly naked; his head still nestled submissively between her loosely splayed thighs, wondering what was next.

Bonny loved God and she Feared Him. She believed that she loved her husband also and definitely she feared him. But love for either of God or her husband paled in comparison for the adoration she had for her minister. She was as much in love as Juliet was with Romeo only unlike Juliet she had experienced sexual bliss.

JJ tongued the pulpy, sodden flesh of the woman's still twitching pussy and then moved up beside her and kissed her slack-lipped mouth. Bonny felt the oily wetness of her minister's face as it moved against hers and her mouth opened willingly to admit his tongue. She tasted herself on his face and it sent a lustful thrill surging through her loins.

Gillis kissed his compliant parishioner, enjoying her acquiescence and pushing his chest against her firm tit-pillows. After a minute or so he raised his face from hers and looked at her.

Despite the sexual need brought on by this woman's shapely body amd exacerbated by her passionate response to being eaten, Reverend Gillis still subconsciously harboured concerns about committing adultery. Now, as he looked down at the pretty woman his concern intensified.

The look on Mrs. George Smart's face was something he had seen before. After he'd deflowered his niece Cindy she had looked at him with that trusting, adoring expression. And after he'd destroyed the innocence of the young girl assigned to his protection he'd seen the same look. But this time, now, there was time for him to restrain from committing what might be a serious sin. It was terrible, he knew, to seduce a pure virgin, but they were young and there was time for them to recover their purity. Now however he had power over a mature woman, a woman who had pledged herself before God to another man. If he took advantage of her at this moment he could be destroying not only her life but that of her good, Christian husband and their children.

It was maybe the most difficult decision that the Reverend James J. Gillis had ever taken. He ached to possess the busty and obviously available woman who was lying naked beside... almost under him... but it would, in his mind, be wrong. Sinfully wrong.

"You're a beautiful woman, Mrs. Smart. I think you're wonderful. I hope you don't hate me for taking advantage of you today?"

"Oh Reverend Gillis... oh no. It was heavenly."

"Don't call it that Mrs. Smart. Not Heavenly. Satan took control of both of us." Then, despite his words, JJ planted another slippery-faced kiss on Bonny's soft lips. "We can't do this again... I want you to forget that I was ever so sinful as to cause it to happen."

The woman who had, for the first time in her thirty two years, enjoyed God's intended culmination of a sexual act was flustered. The man who had ministered to needs she had not been consciously aware of was telling her that he would no longer do so. Surely it was not a sin for her to have such pleasure? To want it. What could she do?

"But Sir? Reverend? What about you? It was heaven for me but you didn't? Like? George used to... like... when we... when he... Don't you want me to do something more for you?"

"Oh God, Bonny. I want you so much; I want to be part of you... like your husband is. But that is adultery... a sin."

"But you've already been there, Reverend. George has hardly ever... for years... never been as close as your mouth. It can't be adultery if my husband isn't... doesn't want it?"

JJ wasn't sure of he could believe what the woman seemed to be saying but he wanted to. If George Smart was not fucking his wife and if she needed to be fucked, would he be adulterous to fuck her? But no! He was trying to find a rationale for committing adultery... and causing this trusting woman to betray her lawful husband.

Bonny reached once more for her minister's sex organ and was disappointed to find that it was no longer steel-hard as it had been. She had intimate oral knowledge of her husband's larger organ but even when he was about to pump his semen into her mouth he was never as hard as Reverend Gillis had been before when she'd held him.

The horny but conflicted Reverend Gillis rolled onto his back and closed his eyes so he wouldn't be further tempted by the busty, naked beauty beside him. He didn't see her rise up to kneel between his legs.

The chaste wife of a philandering husband knelt between her minister's legs and looked down at his drooping love weapon. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head of her minister's penis and felt immediate stiffening, an enlargement. The minister's moral qualms were quickly forgotten as the warmth and pleasure of that first contact washed over him.

JJ felt the soft, warm moistness as the woman's mouth engulfed his limp tool. He looked down in awe as the woman closed her eyes and gently sucked on the crown of his semi-hard dick. She put her right palm on the front of his left thigh and opened her mouth to accept more of his rapidly stiffening penis. He felt the warmth and wetness of her tongue on the bottom of his shaft as she closed her mouth and sucked. She slowly withdrew her lips, tugging at the skin of his dick, and he quickly reached a full erection.

Bonny had years of experience and she no longer needed to be told what pleased her man. She kept the head in her mouth and he felt the breath from her nose on the saliva-slick top of his cock shaft. And then a sensation of pure ecstasy washed over him as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans. He gripped the edge of the futon firmly, watching in amazement as she opened her mouth once more and slowly impaled herself on his length.

Bonny was about two inches from the base of the minister's penis when she clamped her lips shut and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. She caressed the underside of his penis with her tongue, and he closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure and warmth. She very gently withdrew his cock from her mouth and sucked on the head before releasing him entirely.

"Do you like it? Am I doing it right?" she asked, looking up at him.

JJ opened his eyes and gazed into hers. He saw her look of absolute adoration and knew that she would do anything he asked. It was a great feeling, comparable to getting Cindy's cherry, but he knew he could not take advantage of her. At least not more than he presently was. But he realized that it was her desire to please him and, he rationalized, it would not be fair to her to prevent her from achieving her desire.

The married woman then closed her eyes and began planting open-mouthed kisses down the side of his shaft. Her left hand still grasped his penis lightly and she withdrew her lips, pulling it to her left to kiss the other side of the base. She drew her open-mouthed kisses towards the head of his shaft and he once again luxuriated in the feeling of his sensitive glans being brushed by the soft skin of her cheek.

When she reached the tip, her left hand held his erection and aimed it at her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, flicking the hole at the end of his cock. His hips bucked involuntarily at the rush of pleasure, and she smiled at his reaction, engulfing the crown of his manhood with her lips once again.

The loving woman concentrated on the head of her minister's penis, her eyes still closed, and it wasn't long before he felt the pressure of his impending orgasm. He panicked about where he was going to shoot his come.

"Oh, God... , you hafta stop" he groaned. "Oh... I'm... oh... uh..." he was incoherent, delirious with pleasure.

Bonny sensed his need, however, and she began to gently stroke his penis with her left hand. She clamped her mouth tightly around the first couple of inches of his cock and began to flick her tongue against the sensitive underside of the head. Her left hand increased its pressure and tempo, rubbing the skin of his shaft over the nerves and erectile tissue underneath.

With a groan, Gillis squeezed his eyes shut and lost any thought of what he was about to do as he emptied his seed into her mouth. He felt her start at the power of his first spurt, but she kept up the stroking motion with her left hand. At the same time, she ceased flicking her tongue. The next spurt of semen surged up his shaft and erupted into her mouth. She kept pumping him gently, milking his cock with her hand and lips. His cock spurted several more times, each time depositing more of his sperm in her willing mouth.

When he finished ejaculating, the chaste woman wrapped her fingers around the base of his penis and milked him one final time. She kept her lips wrapped around his cock and he could feel her swallow the load he'd just shot into her mouth. It took her two swallows to get it all.

When she finished swallowing, Bonny took a deep, shuddering breath through her nose. He felt her exhale on the top of his penis as she released her grip. She breathed deeply, but never released the head from the warm cavern of her mouth. And as she suckled the end of his penis, it didn't shrink much. She placed the warm palm of her left hand against his right thigh and again sighed deeply.

The big-titted woman knelt that way for several minutes; sitting on her heels, her palms gently rubbing his thighs, her warm, wet mouth rhythmically sucking the head of his cock. Finally, she released his penis and smiled up at him.

"Did I make you happy?" she asked quietly.

He could only nod his head vigorously. She looked like an angel, kneeling in front of him, his mostly erect cock a divining rod pointing towards the warm wetness of her mouth. She smiled and kissed the underside of the glans and closed her eyes again, breathing a deep sigh. Then she shuddered, her body quivering all over as she continued to kiss his swollen member. With a shake of her head, as if pulling herself out of a daydream, she opened her eyes and he looked down into their liquid blue depths.

The Reverend James J. Gillis awakened alone on the futon. He was covered by a blanket and he had an erection. It took a moment for him to remember what had transpired. Yes, Satan was at work within him. He had come as close as dammit is to swearing to committing adultery. But even though he had taken advantage of his lovely, married parishioner he still wanted more. He wanted to make her an adulteress. To take advantage of her naïveté and be with her as only her husband had a right to be.

Bonny was at home. And she felt good. Great! She knew she had given her minister great pleasure, just as he had done to her. She did not understand why he hadn't joined with her. She hungered to be as close to him as she had ever been to any person... to extract his goodness into her body, but he seemed to think it would be wrong.

While Reverend Gillis and Mrs. Bonny Smart were agonizing over immorality the lawyer Peter Mahoney was drunk. Drunk and horny. He had a beautiful and sexy wife at home but she was a prude. Sure, once a week or so she'd lie on her back, spread her legs and allow him to 'have his way' with her. But she wouldn't let him fondle her clit or do the other things that might bring her to orgasm and he was pretty sure she had never in her life had one. He wanted to be fucked but not by his inhibited little woman.

Shannon O'Riley sat behind her desk and kept glancing surreptitiously at her new boss. She was nineteen and fresh from business school and Uncle Rory, her mother's brother who was a policeman had pulled some strings to get her this job. She didn't know much about her uncle's job except that he was part of the vice squad, whatever that was.

Mahoney had taken the girl on as a favour to Robert Ramsay, his client. Ramsay didn't tell his lawyer that this was in turn a favour to a vice cop who was turning a blind eye towards Ramsay's illicit sex for money business. Peter really didn't need a clerk but Ramsay seemed anxious to find a job for the inexperienced girl. So now it was eight in the evening and he was drinking Irish whiskey that the deacon had given him and looking at his buxom clerk.

"She's all yours, Peter. And she knows it. I told her that you would be her boss... that you owned her." When Ramsay said that, the attorney wasn't sure what he meant but after getting erections for three days from the sight of her buxom, big-titted body he began to wonder how much control he had over her. It was time to find out.

"You can't type very well, can you?"

"Uh, no sir... but I'll learn. I'm a fast learner."

"Seems like you should have learned in business school. What did they teach you?"

"Uh... like... we're supposed to... like... do what the boss... er... our supervisor says. I'm supposed to find out what you want and do that. And Deacon Ramsay... he said that too. And Uncle Rory told me that I had to obey the deacon as if he was my boss. Is that OK, Sir?"

"Well thank God you've been told all that. Right now I want you to have a drink with me so I'm not drinking alone." He went to the little fridge and got out vodka and orange juice.

"I don't drink, sir."

"Well, if you're going to do your job you'd better start." He poured her a very stiff drink and handed it to her. "Now my dear, down the hatch," and he tilted the glass.

Shannon choked but she downed the whole drink. She watched apprehensively as the lieutenant poured another, her body warming from the unfamiliar effect of the alcohol.

"You'll do OK, sweetie," Peter said as he passed her another glass. Now drink up. You have to catch up with me. Come out from behind the desk and sit here."

Nervously Shannon perched on the edge of the sofa as she took another big swig of the orange juice, hoping it would help her to relax.

"Do you have a steady boyfriend?"

"No. Mom doesn't want me to. Uncle Rory sometimes takes me to a movie, that's all."

Actually Uncle Rory had done more than take his buxom niece to a movie. Four months ago he'd taken her to bed. But he was afraid of being caught and at the same time had difficulty in not taking advantage of his big-titted, gullible niece. He hoped that if she was away from the house working he wouldn't be constantly tempted. He knew all about Deacon Ramsay's illicit business and while he didn't want his niece working in that business he was sure that Ramsay could find her a job and thereby keep him, Rory, out of trouble.

"Well my dear, drink up. Then sit up on my desk."

"On your desk?" The girl tilted the glass and drained it. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to train you, Shannon. You didn't bring much skill to this job but you brought some fantastic equipment," and as the girl climbed awkwardly onto the desk Mahoney quickly lifted her sweater and unsnapped her brassiere.