Matt Hendricks shifted his muscular weight on the orthopedic mattress his wife had insisted on buying. Choir practice had lasted much longer than Matt thought it would. Now he was kind of sorry that he'd allowed Rebecca to persuade him to join. He was already the head of the church board and financial advisor for the congregation.
He really didn't mind giving part of his time to the church. Reverend Luke was a good minister and the church was thriving. Matt didn't mind helping out whenever he could. It was because of his church work that he'd met Rebecca last year, and they'd been married by Reverend Luke only six months ago. Rebecca taught Sunday School and she was the head of the Women's Christian Group. Matt had thought that Becky would be a perfect wife for him and he hadn't been disappointed at all in her housekeeping and cooking abilities. There was only one thing about theft marriage that wasn't perfect and Matt had hopes that their slight problem would straighten itself out once Becky got completely used to marriage.
Matt smiled to himself as he thought about choir practice. The only reason he'd agreed to join the choir was because Becky had promised that tonight was the night they could have a little fun in bed. Matt had been so grateful that he'd wanted to do something nice for her in return. If attending choir practice meant that he'd get the chance to fuck Becky, he'd sing his lungs out gladly. Choir practice had been kind of fun in a strange sort of way. At least something unexpected had occurred. Luke had happened to be watching Gloria King when she went though the stacks of music in the choir cupboard and he'd noticed the way her skirt had caught as she lifted the music books. Then he had seen the way she'd allowed Reverend Luke to stare at her legs for a long moment before she pulled down her skirt. That had been very interesting.
Matt didn't think that Reverend Luke would do anything except stare but at least it proved that even the most proper Christians had a healthy interest in sex. Matt hadn't mentioned the incident to Becky. She probably wouldn't have believed him anyway. Rebecca thought the sun rose and set in Reverend Luke. He was like some sort of God to her and nothing could change her opinion of the handsome minister. Matt had different ideas. Of course Reverend Luke wouldn't do anything but look. He had the most beautiful wife imaginable but Matt bet that the reverend dropped his holy look when he went home to Judith. Judith Wellington was the sexiest woman Matt had ever seen and he was sure that Reverend Luke was just as human as the next guy once he drew the drapes in the parsonage.
Matt chuckled out loud as he heard Becky in the shower singing "Rock of Ages" in her somewhat uncertain soprano voice. He looked down at the bulge his hard cock made under the covers and patted it fondly. He was as hard as the "Rock of Ages" tonight. He just hoped that Becky wouldn't forget her promise to have some fun in bed tonight. Matt knew that Becky didn't much care for her marital duties but he was desperate. Fucking Becky wasn't all that great but Matt wasn't the kind of man to fool around on the side like so many men did. Take Gloria King's husband Joe, for instance. Everyone knew that Joe messed around with other women. Matt didn't want to be unfaithful to Becky like Joe was to Gloria. That wasn't any real solution.
Matt sighed impatiently and patted the little tent his cock made under the sheets. Becky was just finishing the third stanza of her hymn and the sound of rushing water abruptly ceased. It was about time! Matt's prick was getting stiffer and larger by the minute. Becky had better be in the mood tonight or he'd poke a hole right through this damned expensive mattress.
Rebecca Hendricks examined her body closely in the bathroom mirror. She looked attractive with her flushed face and her glowing skin. Maybe marriage to Matt was good for her. At least everyone in the church women's group seemed to think so. It made Becky's pretty face blush with pride every time. Reverend Luke complimented her on her glowing appearance. She was making a success of her marriage and Becky knew that the secret of her happiness was clean living.
Rebecca sighed in resignation as she wrapped her moist, soft curves in a big, fluffy bath towel. She supposed that Matt was still awake. She'd been putting him off for the last week and she couldn't very well make another excuse for tonight. Reverend Luke had preached on submitting to one's husband last Sunday and Rebecca always took everything Reverend Luke said to heart. Even though she didn't understand how the Good Lord could say such a thing, the scriptures were very explicit about the duties of a wife. She'd hide her distaste and let Matt have his way tonight. It was her Christian duty, after all.
Matt was sitting up in bed when Becky opened the door. Her eyes dropped immediately to the hard bulge under the covers and she stifled a groan. Then she fixed her face in a submissive smile and reached for her nightgown.
"You won't need that tonight, honey," Matt grinned, patting the bed beside him. "Remember what you said?"
"Uh… yes. Yes, Matt. Of course I do," Becky replied, doing her best to sound happy about it. "Just let me set the alarm and I'll be with you in a minute."
Matt noticed the flicker of distaste on his wife's pretty face and he pressed his lips together firmly to keep his true feelings hidden. Rebecca was a good wife in every other way. Even though she flunked miserably in the sex department, Matt loved her. Sometimes he felt like a fool trying to warm up a block of ice, but he was determined to succeed one of these nights. He supposed he had his faults too and Becky did try to cooperate.
"Mmmmm, you smell good," Matt said as Becky shut off the lights and climbed into bed. He felt his cock throb mightily as her breast brushed against his arm.
"It must be that new soap I'm using," Becky whispered, holding her body rigid. She tried to relax but the nearness of Matt's body under the covers made her shiver. She just hated this part of marriage but she had to take care not to let Matt know just how upset it made her. She wanted to be a good, Christian wife and if sex was part of it, she'd do her very best.
"Come here, honey," Matt whispered, pulling her close to him. He felt his cock salute smartly as her soft, warm titties mashed up against his hairy chest. He could feel her trembling and he smiled a little. Maybe she'd warm up a little tonight. Maybe tonight he could break through that baffler of ice and turn her into a real woman.
Rebecca started reciting the twenty-third Psalm silently the moment Matt's big hands touched her quivering breasts. She'd found out that she could bear the whole shameful act better if she kept her mind firmly on other matters. It was hard to concentrate with Matt's strong fingers grasping the plump little nubs of her nipples but she made a real effort. Her lips moved, silently mouthing the words of the memorized psalm while his fingers grasped and rubbed, making her body tinge with an evil excitement.
He leadeth me down the paths of righteousness, Becky recited frantically. These were definitely not paths of righteousness. The little blazing trails Matt was creating with his fingers weren't in the least bit righteous. They were sinful and she fought to keep her nipples from feeling like pinpoints of fiery pleasure.
Matt's hands were moving now, slowly toward their goal. He spread her trembling legs and touched the curly sparse hair on her pussy mound. The little tongues of flame crept slowly lower until Becky's body was shuddering spastically. She'd never had this much trouble keeping her emotions under control before. She tried to think of the fires of Hell that would await her if she enjoyed this humiliating act. She could feel those fires burning brightly. They were heating hers tingling nipples and traveling down her whole body to rest right at the spot of the most temptation. The fires of Hell were making her pussylips burn and spread out widely, coating her whole trembling cuntal slit with a gush of molten cream.
"Ooooooh!" Becky moaned, desperately trying to wrench her mind back to the holy scriptures. "Oooooh, God!"
Matt was so shocked he almost froze. He recovered quickly though and resumed sliding his fingers to the moist parted slit of Becky's pussy. She'd never acted like this before. Her body was trembling and Matt felt like laughing right out loud in excitement. At last Becky was starting to respond to his caresses.
Rebecca felt Matt's fingers probe and slide in her moist, heated pussy groove. She forced her mind back to the Bible but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the next line of the psalm. Her body was betraying her and it was the work of the Devil. No wonder so many people fell from the straight and narrow when the temptations of the flesh felt this shudderingly wonderful.
Now Matt's fingers were moving faster, parting her fluttering pussylips and splitting them wide open like the pages in a hymnal. She could feel her shuddering pink wetness inside and, a glorious excitement swept over her. She was so open… so wet… so terribly hot. For the first time in her life Rebecca was tempted to let the Devil have his way with her. She could repent later. Right now, she wanted Matt to probe deeper and deeper into that trembling cauldron of bubbling joy that filled her pussy chute. She wanted him to go on and on, his fingers touching places she'd never dreamed could feel so sensitive… so hot and delicious. Matt was touching a part of her that had never been touched before and igniting her whole pussy tunnel with blazing joy.
Matt was so aroused by Becky's gasps and cries of pleasure that he just couldn't wait any longer. His cock was so hard and stiff that he felt like he could drive nails with it. It was swollen and huge, distended with passion he'd never achieved before with Rebecca. He couldn't wait to plunge his nearly-bursting prick into that steaming, nipping mouth of her cunt and feel it clutching and squirming around his hard, engorged shaft.
For a moment Matt held back. He wanted to fuck that sweet, trembling pussy of hers right now, but he wanted to make sure she didn't freeze up on him again. He needed to fan the fires of passion until they were burning so brightly that nothing could extinguish them.
Matt's fingers slipped back and forth, shooting up the shuddering tunnel of her cunt and sliding and plunging. Her pussy tunnel sucked at his fingers, trying to grasp them and pull them deeper. She was blazing now with a heat that Matt had despaired of ever feeling. Rebecca was hotter than hell and Matt's raging prick just couldn't wait another second to slip into the boiling, sweet pinkness.
"Oooooooh!" Becky gasped as Matt's fingers abruptly withdrew. She heard him panting and then he was on top of her, spreading her trembling thighs with his fingers.
"Oooooooh!" Becky moaned again. In a blinding flash her mind started to clear and old habits took over again. This was sinful and she was behaving like a whore! In desperation she remembered the forgotten line of her psalm. "Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me."
Before the desperate words, had faded from Becky's mind, Matt was kneeling over her with his cock in his hand. To the frenzied, excited girl, it seemed as if the Lord himself were appearing to her to offer her His rod and His staff. There it was, glistening and pulsing right before her very eyes. It was a miracle… a vision… and Becky grabbed at the lordly staff with both hands.
"Ooooh, Jesus!" Matt yelped. He'd never in his wildest imagining thought that Becky would touch his cock. She'd always averted her eyes when he was dressing and now her slim fingers were wrapping around it eagerly, pulling it straight to the nipping, sucking mouth of her cunt.
"Jesus Christ!" Matt hollered again, as the head of his swollen stiff prick nosed right in between Becky's squeezing pussylips. "Oooh, God!"
"Oooooh, God!" Becky echoed, feeling the stiff, hot hardness push against her squirming, frenzied body. She arched her back and spread her hips widely. The wonderful, burning shaft was entering her, filling her with heavenly pleasure. It hurtled to the very back of her squirming, fluttering pussy chute and battered against the hot, burning softness of her womb.
"Yessssss!" Becky squealed, accepting greedily the stiff rod that made her tremble and cry out in rapture. "Yessss, yesssssss, yesssssss!"
Matt was amazed at her transformation. His mind swirled around in dizzy circles from the unexpected reception his stiff cock was getting in Becky's nipping pussy tunnel. He didn't take the time to try to figure it out. His bulging prick was screaming for more and he moved ecstatically, fucking it in and out with swift, searing strokes.
Becky was sobbing now, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Her blazing pussy channel was squirming, moving, squeezing him in a shuddering spasm of passion. Her legs lifted high and wrapped around his back, holding onto him frantically as he puffed and snorted, hurtling his prick in and out as fast as he could.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Rebecca shrieked, hitting a high "C" for the first time in her church choir career. "Oooooooh, yessssss!"
Matt felt his balls slant against the firm, rounded cheeks of Becky's lovely ass. They made a sharp, spanking noise in rhythm with his powerful lunges. This was so unexpected… so wet and sweet and burning, that he knew he couldn't hold the cum in his balls for long. Becky's squeezing pussywalls were shuddering around his stiff prick, sucking and pleading for him to come. The heat of her body was like a volcano and Matt felt like he was going to erupt any second.
"Oooooh, Jesus… ooooooooh, Jeeeeesus!" Matt yelped, fucking faster and faster. The sperm was boiling and burning inside him now and his self-control was slipping fast. Her pussy was sucking and squeezing like a million tiny mouths… greedy, hungry mouths that would be satisfied only with the scalding cream of his blasting eruption.
Becky had lost her control completely when Matt's hurtling cock had first entered her sucking cuntmouth. Now she was riding on a heavenly wave, carried higher and higher by each swell. Her body was flaming faster, and faster until she was burning like glowing metal. The delicious thrills were racing back and forth, back and forth, every time that stiff, fiery rod pierced the shuddering ring of her cuntal mouth and blasted to the back of her melting pussy tunnel. The glorious waves crashed harder and harder until she was breathless, riding to the top of the biggest, steepest wave of all, poised on the shimmering crest as if she were flying.
"Yeeeesssss!" Becky screamed. Her voice rang loudly in her own ears and echoed inside the empty hollow where her self-control had been.
Then she was hurtled into space, hovering for one breathtaking moment until she began to drop into heavenly ecstasy, hearing the sounds of an angelic hallelujah ringing in her ears.
Matt felt the quaking of Becky's body. His balls tightened in delicious agony and his prick swelled to the very back of Becky's twisting, shuddering pussy tunnel. Every moment was exquisite torture as his prick pulsed and throbbed. It felt like her swirling cuntal tunnel was turning inside out the way it was shuddering and spasming. It surrounded Matt's bursting cock with hot, molten cream and he hollered in joy as his balls began to pump.
"Aaaawwww! Aaaawwww! Oh, gaaawwwwd!" Matt hollered. His cock gave a mighty lurch and then it blasted, driving fiery spurts of sperm into the shuddering depths of Becky's pussy tunnel. The pulsing jets careened off the twisting wails of her pussy channel and bathed her whole body in a white-hot glow. Becky was the center of the universe, a flaming star, a blazing nebula that drank his cock dry until the last feeble spurt of cream and hurtled into shuddering infinity.
Matt shivered weakly and collapsed in a heavy flop on top of Becky's trembling body. It took him a long time to even realize where he was or what had happened. Then, when the realization finally hit him, he raised his head and looked deeply into Becky's eyes.
"Oooooh, God!" Becky groaned, pushing Matt off with frantic haste. "Ooooooh, no!"
Becky felt her body grow weak with horror. What had she done? This wasn't a vision from the Lord. Matt's big cock had been buried in her pussy, not the Lord's rod and staff. It was all a trick of the Devil!
Matt stared at his wife's frightened face. He was so shocked he didn't know what to say. He looked pale, as if she'd seen a ghost, and he didn't have the foggiest notion of what was wrong with her.
"Honey?" Matt whispered. "Honey! What's wrong?"
"Oh, Matt!" Becky gasped. She almost screamed at him for aiding the Devil in his work, but then she remembered the devious ways of that fallen angel. It wasn't Matt's fault that the Devil had done this sinful deed through Matt's unsuspecting body. From her husband's puzzled expression, Becky could tell that he didn't even know why she was so upset.
"It… it… it's nothing," Becky managed to say, swallowing noisily. "I just remembered that I forgot to put the coffee on for tomorrow morning." She gave Matt an embarrassed, guilty smile and hastily slid out of bed to hurry to the kitchen. Matt shouldn't be blamed for something that wasn't his fault. It was all her fault… a battle she'd have to fight with her own Christian consciences.
"Are you tired, honey?" Matt asked when Becky returned to the bedroom. He was still completely puzzled by Becky's reaction to the glorious [missing text]. "Yes," Becky answered, sighing convincingly. "I don't think I've ever been so tired. Let's get some sleep now and we can talk in the morning."
Matt frowned, still completely baffled. Women were certainly strange. Becky had been a lustful wanton woman only moments ago and how she was stretched out on her own side of the bed, as stiff as a board.
"I'll be damned!" Matt muttered softly, punching his pillow with his fist, attempting to get comfortable. "I'll be damned!"
Becky heard Matt's muttering and she clasped her hands together desperately, searching for the right words far her prayer. Matt wouldn't be not if she could help it! He was a good man and she'd stay up all night if she had to, praying for his salvation. She'd even swallow her pride and go and talk to Reverend Luke tomorrow. She would hate to admit what had happened, but Reverend Luke would surely know what to do. She'd follow his advice no matter what it was. This awful interference of the Devil in their married life wasn't going to happen again. She would make sure of it. Even if Reverend Luke said that they had to sleep in twin beds, she'd do it. There would be no more shameful sinning after tonight. This disgusting perversion would never be repeated as long as she had the Lord and Reverend Luke on her side.