The pastor stared at Mac’s milk-white tit with its jutting pink nipple, and he touched his lips with his tongue. Still, he hesitated.
“Well, don’t make me feel cheap, Thaddeus!” she said, a blush coming to her face.
He bowed his head slightly, tilting it to the side, and he licked the rigid, pale-pink protrusion on the rounded, trembling titty that she held.
“Ooooh, that makes my day!” she exclaimed, lowering her lashes sensuously and keeping her moist, pouty lips apart. She rotated her rich titty, dragging the super-stiff nipple all around Thad’s tongue.
“Suck it!” she finally ordered, and he opened his mouth to take her nipple in.
His lips drew at the tasty titbit, finally stretching it well out, then letting it snap free. The nipple nodded on its bouncy base, gleaming wetly with his saliva.
“Try the other one!” Mae lasciviously invited, and pulled her second eye-popper out.
Thad sucked that breast, also. Soon he was turning from one to the other, using a large hand to squeeze whichever luscious orb he wasn’t sucking, and his penis hardened against the woman’s warm lap.
“We’ve got time for a quickie before Len gets home,” she said, wriggling against his risen cock.
“Does he… know about us yet?” Thad asked, breathing hard after the strenuous sucking.
“Yes, I told him,” she replied, surprising Thad. She twisted her shoulders, gently slapping her lush titties against the minister’s cheeks. “I thought it was only right and proper to do that and… “ She giggled. “… he didn’t seem to mind! In fact, he wanted to know all the details. He even said he wished he could watch us some time!”
“Ooooh, shit!” Thaddeus groaned, and sucked a big titty into his mouth once again. He rolled his eyes toward the kitchen door as his lips and tongue pulled at Mac’s nipple.
Again he let the goody pop free. “Your little girl might come in.”
“No. I sent her to the store for ice cream. She won’t be back for ten minutes.”
“That doesn’t… give us much time!” Thaddeus said between sucks.
“Well, listen… if you promise we can do it later, when Len’s here… “ the woman said, a hoarseness creeping into her voice, “I’ll let you go now. Stay and have dinner with us. I’ll put Cindy to bed early.”
Thad looked up at her flushed, excited face. “Mae, you surprise me!”
“Well, you said it was all right for us to do it. You said it was the Lord’s will for me to have that experience and it would make my marriage stronger. And it has! Sex has been so good with Len and me lately that he asked me how come I changed, and I had to tell him, being an honest, God-fearing woman. You know I never lie.”
“Yes, Mae, but… “
“Len said he sure wished he could watch, and I want him to!”
“Are you sure he meant it?”
“Yes! Oooh, you should have seen his cock quiver when we talked about it.” She giggled. “Just like yours is quivering now.”
“Well, put your tits away, and it will stop.”
“You know,” she remarked, tucking in first one titty, then the other, “that kind of talk used to make me ashamed, whenever I heard it. But it don’t any more. Why, shoot, I even say things like fuck and titties and cock myself-and I know it’s not wrong, because you said the Lord loves honesty. Right?” She zipped up her dress.
“That’s right, Mae.”
“And you ought to see how Len acts when I talk to him that way in bed.” She smiled happily. “It really turns him on!”
She exuberantly jumped up, and the large, shapely mounds in her dress-front quivered. “Like me without a bra?” she asked, noting the direction of Thad’s gaze. “I’ve quit wearing ‘em.”
“Looks like you’re liberated,” he said with some misgivings.
He was half-afraid that, after he left, she might go all the way and start peddling her cunt around town. That wouldn’t be good for the church.
“Well, the Lord wants us to be liberated, don’t He?” Mae earnestly asked. “That’s what you always told me.”
“It’s true. But He wants us to do His work, also. You and Len are going to have a special chance to do that. We’ll discuss it later. Don’t you think you’d better check on dinner?”
“Oh.” She turned to the stove. “I guess I had.”
Thad got up, his penis having relaxed. He wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy what Mae had in mind for the evening. And, despite what she had said, he wasn’t sure Len would like it, either.
Watching another man fuck his wife?
That was strong stuff.
Thad thought of an alternative. What if he just sort of worked Mae up, got her corpuscles perking and her cunt all wet, then turned her over to her husband? That might be the best way to handle the situation. There were a half dozen places where Thad could go in town to get his own gun off, without risking the future of the congregation by involving the minister-to-be and his wife in a game of menage a trois.
Still, the prospect tickled Thad in a lascivious way, and he reserved a decision until after Len came home. He would verbally feel Len out, he decided, before committing himself.
The assistant pastor was of medium height, chunky, and wore glasses. He had a ready smile and a friendly manner. He grinned warmly when he saw Thaddeus sitting in the kitchen, watching Mae cook.
“Well, hello, Thad!” he said. “It’s good to see you. Will you stay and have dinner with us?”
“I already invited him, darling,” Mae said as Len came up behind her and gave her a kiss on the neck.
“And I accepted with thanks,” Thad put in. “Mae’s the best cook in town.”
“Well, maybe not tonight,” she said, and glanced at the pastor. “I seem to have neglected the dinner a bit.”
Thad averted his eyes and changed the subject, explaining to Len and his wife that he was getting ready to leave town. Len was impressed by the pastor’s offer to turn over the congregation to him, and he accepted with enthusiasm.
The discussion continued over dinner, with Mae saying little. Mostly she was watching Thad. He noticed that she squirmed from time to time on her chair, as if her ass were hot.
Little Cindy was bored by the dinner table conversation and seemed willing to go to bed early, though it wasn’t yet dark. She kissed her daddy and mommy in turn, said good night to the pastor, and trotted upstairs.
“Beautiful child,” Thaddeus said. “You have a fine family, Len.”
“Yes, I know that!” he replied, and glanced fondly at his wife.
She blushed a bit and looked down.
It was beginning to look to Thad as if there would be nothing doing. That was just as well, he judged, though there was a pang of disappointment.
“Dear… “ Mae said as she walked toward the living room, her husband’s arm around her, “I discussed with Thad that matter we talked about before.”
Thad tensed.
Len didn’t withdraw his arm from his wife’s waist. “Wh-what matter was that?”
“You know. We talked about it in bed.”
At that point, he drew his arm back and turned uncertainly to glance at Thad, without seeming angry.
Thad gave him a half-apologetic smile and shrugged, as if to say, It wasn’t my doing.
Len, however, was interested. “Do you want to?” he asked.
“Well… “ Thad cleared his throat and glanced at Len’s blonde wife.
“Let’s!” she said firmly.
Thad had to congratulate himself on drawing Mae out of the psychological shell in which she had lived before he got to know her.
“Is it all right?” Len asked the parson earnestly. “I mean, in the eyes of God?”
Thad felt like squirming. But he didn’t. Lust was in the saddle by that time. “Yes, it’s all right,” he declared, “so long as each of us maintains the proper attitude toward what is happening. The Lord wants us to broaden and fulfill ourselves in all ways. This will be an experience-a quest for understanding. Adultery is committed in the heart and not with the body-the Bible makes that clear-therefore as long as our hearts are pure… ”
“Oooooh, Thad!” Mae exclaimed, and rushed to him, pressing her warm softness against his tall, lean form.
He grasped her by the arms and shoved her backward. “Mae!” he cautioned, glancing quickly at her husband. “You must be entirely detached in a spiritual sense, as I will be and as Len must be, also. That is the only basis on which we can continue.”
“Yes… yes… I understand!” the woman said anxiously.
“And you, Len?” Thad asked.
“Yeah.” He had tensed up, and he nervously nodded his head.
“Then we may proceed,” Thad declared, inwardly gloating. He took a chair. “Len, I suggest you sit down, also.”
The assistant parson took a chair across from Thad, while Mae remained standing between them.
“Take off your clothes,” Thad told her. “Very slowly. Walk around while you do it. Show yourself off.”
“Ooooh, my goodness!” she exclaimed, blushing, and she pressed her hands against her cheeks. “I didn’t think you would want me to do thaaaat!”
“You would like to do it, wouldn’t you?” Thad asked her.
She looked from him to her husband. “Well, I don’t know… “ she said. But her blue eyes sparkled. She looked as giddy as a schoolgirl.
“Of course you would,” Thad said reassuringly. “All women have a secret urge to show off. You must have thought about it. Well, now is the time to let that urge out.” He shut his eyes. “The Lord is speaking! Can’t you hear Him? STRIP, MAE!”
It was preposterous, of course. But Thad had learned long ago that human nature required only the flimsiest of sanctions to do what it wished to do anyway, and his position permitted him to convey those sanctions.
Len stared through his horned-rim glasses, obviously excited. Mae was all fluttery as she smiled through her blush. She shut her eyes and began to turn, sensuously weaving her voluptuous body, which was more suited to a stripper than to a small-town religious zealot.
Thad watched with satisfaction as she unzipped the front of her housedress.
Her breasts bobbled out, big and creamy, her pink nipples perkily erect.
“Your wife has great tits, Len,” Thad said, being deliberately crude. The situation seemed to call for it, and it gave him pleasure.
It obviously pleased Len, also, as he chortled, “She sure has, hasn’t she? I’m glad I’m not the only one who appreciates them.”
“On the contrary,” Thad said. “They made my eyes pop as soon as I saw her, and I said to myself, Man, you’re going to have to suck those titties!”
“Have you sucked Mae’s titties, Thad?” her husband asked eagerly as both men watched her twist and turn, her eyes still shut and her cheeks rosily glowing. She was pushing her housedress down off her widely rounded hips.
“I certainly have!” Thad replied, squirming on his chair, because he was already getting a hard-on. “I’ve sawed my prick right up and down between ‘em, too! Mae really likes to get her tits fucked!”
“Sheee-it!” Len exclaimed, and laughed excitedly. “Is that right, Mae? Tell me, baby! Tell both of us!”
“Ooooh, yessss!” she said in a richly sensuous voice as her dress dropped to the floor, leaving her in pink underpants. She brought her hands up underneath her breasts and grasped the full, squidgy mounds. “I just love to feel a long, bone-hard cock stroking up and down between my titties! And to see it, also-surging right toward my face-while the man is sitting on me!”
“Damn!” Len croaked, squirming in his chair and grinning. “Oooh, hell! Keep goin’, baby! This is great!”
Mae squeezed her plump breasts, rubbing them together, and her nipples bulged so far forward that they looked as if they were about to jet from their circular pink launching pads. Thad visually stroked her rounded tummy, which was covered by her full-sized briefs. Her navel peeped hazily through the filmy, peach-colored nylon, just beneath the waist elastic of her panties. Lower, where the silken fabric clung to the secondary curve of her mons, a faint shadow of blonde cunt-fluff could be seen.
Her thighs were full but smooth, the color of rich cream.
She turned, and Thad ogled her ass. He liked women’s asses in panties, especially asses like Mae’s, which were well-rounded and firmly aquiver.
“Ooooh, I feel so looooose!” she said, and shook her tits at her husband. Her buttocks wobbled in the flimsy pants that didn’t quite contain all their bulgy roundness.
“You are not loose!” Thad spoke up. “And you are not wicked! You merely are expressing your natural sensuousness, sharing it with both Len and me.”
“Yessss!” she steamed. “I want to give myself to both of you!”
She faced Thad once again, and her eyes were open, smoldering. Her moist lips were parted. Gazing full at the parson, she curled her thumbs around the elastic band at the top of her panties and slowly stripped the pink nylon down, gathering it in her hands. Her pale tummy peeped out, crowned by a cute belly button. She lowered her panties further, showing the top of her asscrack to her husband and the curly upper edge of her cuntal fluff to Thad.
“Which part of her would you rather look at, Len?” he asked. “Her beautiful backside or her blonde cunt?”
“Oh, I like everything she’s got, Thad!” her husband said exultantly, obviously getting keen perverse pleasure out of discussing his near-naked wife with the other man. Mae seemed to enjoy it, also, as she writhed, stripping her stretchy, inside-out panties down her thighs.
“Doesn’t she have the prettiest cunt you ever saw?” Len continued. “But she’s gotta be spread out on her back for you to really appreciate it, with those goldie curls along the edge of her slit and her pink lips all wet and open!”
“Do you eat that sweet cunt of hers, Len?” the pastor asked.
“Damn, I’ve sure wanted to! But I never had the nerve!”
“Ooooo!” Mae squealed sensuously, and tossed her pink panties at Thad. They struck him in the face, and he grasped them to hold them there.
“These smell delicious!” he said, his rich voice somewhat muffled by the nylon of her panties. He sniffed audibly. “Yessss, their crotch is all perfumed by her cunt!”
“Aaaaw, maaaan!” her husband croaked, and unzipped his trousers.
Mae turned her wide, pleasure-filled eyes his way as he pulled out his rigid penis and began to stroke it.
Thad could see right away why she had taken to his cock so eagerly when she had first seen it. Len had a short one, only about five inches, which gave Thad a three-inch advantage. He took pleasure in realizing that he had pushed far deeper into Mae’s man-loving cunt than her husband had ever gone.
She turned to Thad. “Darling, take out your cock, please!” she panted.
“Don’t call me ‘darling’,” he scolded as he rose. “Your husband is your darling. You and I are only friends.”
“All right!” she smoldered. “But please take out your prick! No!” she added by way of afterthought. “Let me do it!”
“Mae, I didn’t realize you knew those dirty words!” Len said, stroking himself as he remained in his chair.
“They are not dirty,” Thad said, feeling he had to fulfill his role as counselor, even in these circumstances. “They are an honest expression of feeling.”
Mae knelt before him to pull down his pants and shorts.
He had taught her to suck cock, but he guessed she had not gotten up the nerve to do it with her husband. For some reason, Thad didn’t want her to reveal this delightful perversion to her husband yet, and he pushed her back as soon as his lengthy prick whipped free. He kicked off his shoes, trousers and shorts, then stripped his shirt off. Naked except for his socks, he took Mae’s panties and draped them over his rod as he walked around.
She laughed merrily. Len stared, his mouth slack, and kept jacking off.
“Spread out, baby!” Thad said to Mae. “Right on the floor!”
“Yes, Thad! Oooh, yessss!”
The buxom blonde flopped onto her back, careful to point her crotch at her husband, and she raised her fleshy legs into the air, crooking them at the knees and spreading them wide apart.
“There it is!” Len husked, stroking his up-thrust prick faster. “Look at that wet, pink beauty with all the blonde curls around it! Have you ever seen a hotter-looking twat-huh, Thad?”
“Never!” Thad agreed, as he knelt before Mae’s female shrine.
“Ooooh, yeah!” her husband rasped. “Eat the son of a bitch! Stick your tongue in it! Let me watch!”
Thad was careful to approach Mae’s luscious cunt from the side, his cheek stroking one of her uplifted thighs, and he stuck his tongue out.
“Aaaaah!” Len said hoarsely when the quivering tip of Thad’s tongue touched his wife’s cuntal folds, and he had to let go of his pecker lest it shoot off. The rosy-knobbed erection twitched in midair.
Thad licked sensuously up one side of Mae’s lippy sexual slit, then down the other. She cooed and bumped her hips.
“You see, Len?” she panted. “See how… hot it… makes me?”
“Ooooh wow, do I see!” he replied. “Keep lickin’ it, Thad! Get right in there!”
Getting a special pleasure himself out of showing off with Mae in front of her husband, Thad fluttered his tongue-tip against her prominent, erected clitty. Her bottom bounced on the floor. Her legs flexed wide apart in the air.
Thad glided his tongue down her soft, tasty groove, licked the open, throbbing mouth of her vagina, then shoved his tongue into her hole.
“Ooooh, sweet Jeeee-zusss!” the assistant pastor cried, and clutched his twitching, upthrust cock once again. But he had more sense than to stroke it, while he was so intensely aroused, because he didn’t want his fun to end prematurely.
Thad fucked his thick, meaty tongue in and out of Mae’s spasming cunt-hole, and he could feel her come. He grasped her bouncy breasts and squeezed them. He kept pumping his tongue in her cunt, rounding off her kicking, gasping orgasm. Then he lifted his head.
“Why don’t you try it, Len?” he suggested.
“Ooooh, wowww!” the other man panted. “Should I?”
“Yessss, Len!” his wife cried. “Ooooh God, yesss! You can make me come again, before Thad gets his cock in me! Pleeaasse!”
Thad stepped back, and Len scrambled from his chair. He awkwardly stripped his clothes off, throwing them in all directions, then sprawled onto the rug between his wife’s legs.
Thad watched in sardonic amusement as he drove his rounded, pudgy face into the V of Mae’s thighs. The pastor lightly fingered his own long, uplifted rod…