‘He exploded inside of me, blasting me with burst after burst of fiery heat as he concluded his sermon! Finally allowing me blessed release!’ Mary jerked, orgasm erupting in her pussy alongside Joe’s scrubbing fingers and storming through her body in superheated waves. ‘And all the male parishioners got up and swarmed all around me and jerked off over my writhing body, coating my face and tits in their sticky rapture!’
Mary’s head flopped down, and her body went limp over her husband’s quivering knees. He stared blankly down at her battered bottom, his fingers still pressed up against her simmering pussy, his crotch drenched with semen.
Joe and Mary murmured, ‘Amen!’ together.
* * *
Mary’s next confession came less than a week later, after she and Joe had attended a wedding at their church. Joe was making a fire in the living-room fireplace of their rustic bungalow on the wooded edge of their small town, while Mary sat in her chair knitting.
‘Karen looked beautiful in her wedding dress, didn’t she, Joe?’ Mary commented.
Joe lit a kitchen match, applied the flame to shredded newspaper at the base of the three logs he’d stacked up. ‘Yes,’ he responded, ‘she did.’ He turned his head and gazed at his wife. ‘But you looked even more –’
‘I have a confession to make, Joe,’ Mary stated, setting her knitting down.
The wooden match fell out of Joe’s suddenly stiffened fingers, sparking a small blaze on the carpet that he quickly stomped out. He stared at his wife.
She smiled, sitting upright in her chair in the long-skirted blue dress she’d worn to the wedding. Her auburn hair was still done up, coils dangling down, her pretty face dusted with make-up, lips glistening red. Joe was still wearing his good white shirt and striped tie, his black suit pants, the shine on his black dress shoes reflecting the growing flames in the fireplace.
‘Mary, I don’t know if –’
‘I imagined I was up there with Karen and her lovely bridesmaids, and Karen and I were kissing, as everybody watched. Her tongue darted into my mouth, wet and eager, and we swirled our tongues together, right in front of the minister. I ran my fingers through her long, silky blonde hair, and she ran her hands down my back and onto my bum cheeks, our tongues dancing out in the open for all to see. Then I painted her soft wet lips with my tongue, then bit into her long silken neck, our large breasts squishing together, she in her white lace wedding dress and me in a body-hugging black tuxedo.’
Joe swallowed, hard. He barely felt the heat from the crackling fire; it was the heat of his wife’s words that was making him burn. There was a growing bulge in between his legs, swelling out the front of his pants.
‘We sucked on each other’s tongues for a moment, and then I pushed Karen’s wedding dress right off her buff shoulders, and it fell down to her waist, exposing her round breasts. I cupped her creamy-white tits, feeling their warmth and weight, revelling in their smoothness. Then I kissed my way down Karen’s chest to her breasts, licked in between them. The bridesmaids gathered around us, Lindsay, Alisha and Amy. I felt their hands on my back and my butt, caressing me, their fingers running through my hair. But I kept on squeezing Karen’s breasts, licking all over the swollen mounds, twirling my tongue right around her engorging nipples, stretching them up higher and harder with my tongue.’
Joe reached down and gripped the poker, lifted it. But then he looked down at the lethal iron instrument, and dropped it. There was a yardstick leaning against the side of his chair. He’d brought it home from school for some sketches he was making of a possible addition to their house – a nursery. He walked over, picked up the three-foot-long wooden ruler and lightly smacked it against the palm of his left hand. His erection tented out his pants.
‘I sucked on Karen’s breasts, clutching them up and nursing on them, taking the stiff, rubbery tips into my mouth and pulling on them with my lips, bobbing my head back and forth between her luscious breasts and succulent nipples. Karen grabbed on to my head, moaning, arching her chest into my mouth. Until I kissed and licked my way down to her stomach, leaving her nipples all shiny, her breasts heaving up and down. I pulled her wedding dress with me as I went down, so that when I reached her bellybutton, squirmed the tip of my tongue inside, her dress had dropped right down to her feet, and her beautiful blonde pussy was right in front of me. She was as wet as I was, Joe.’
Mary stood up and shed her own dress, stepped out of it and walked over to her husband in her sensible black heels, her body starkly naked. Her breasts shuddered and her buttocks swished, hips swaying, her pussy winking with moisture. Joe took her hand and positioned her in front of the fireplace. She gripped the stone mantle and spread her legs back, pushed her butt out, the orange flames making her heated body glow.
‘I slid my hands down onto her bum and dug my fingernails into the thick, round flesh, dug my tongue in between Karen’s long legs and licked her juicy pussy.’
Joe loosened his pants and shoved them down over his cock. He stood to the side, yardstick and cock raised, both wooden instruments twitching, straining to be used.
‘She was so wet and tangy. I dragged my tongue over her pussy again and again, her fur and her lips, lapping at the woman’s cunt.’
Whack! The long hard ruler cracked across Mary’s buttocks.
She jumped, fingernails scraping stone. She arched her back and her bum. ‘I stuck my tongue right inside her, Joe, eating out her hot pussy. I shot my hands up onto her breasts and squeezed them some more, rolling her nipples, as I writhed my tongue around inside her velvety pink tunnel.’
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Joe’s cock jumped along with Mary’s body, pearls of pre-come flipping out of his slit, as he slashed her bottom with the yardstick. Both husband and wife burned in the heat of the fire, of their passion, white streaks flashing across Mary’s buttocks where the ruler struck, then smouldering red, striping her brazen brown bottom.
‘But just before Karen came in my mouth, on the end of my tongue, her bridesmaids lifted me up and stretched me out on the altar table. They were all as naked as Karen and I. They fondled me, kissed me, their hands all over me – then their mouths. Alisha and Lindsay sucked on my breasts, while Amy sucked on my tongue. And then Karen climbed up onto the table with me. She straddled my head with her knees, looking down at me from over her tits in her hands, her wedding veil still on. She stuck her sodden cunt right in my face and I grabbed on to her bum and licked as hard as I could. Lindsay and Alisha gripped and squeezed my tits and sucked on my jutting nipples, Amy now licking the length of my brimming slit.’
Joe slammed the ruler against his wife’s ass in a frenzy, flailing her butt with the only slightly flexible wood. Mary rocked forward, almost right into the fire, her thrust-back, blazing buttocks gyrating wildly.
Joe gasped for air, his arm sore, his cock throbbing. But still he blasted blow after blow into Mary’s bottom, welting her cheeks with ridges. Until, suddenly, the yardstick snapped across his wife’s shuddering butt, breaking in two.
‘Oh, Joe!’ Mary cried, sticking her blistered bum even further out and up, begging for more. ‘Things got even wilder, more depraved. Because, suddenly, Amy and Alisha were wearing strap-ons – long black dildos strapped to their hips and bottoms, just like men’s cocks, only bigger. And I was on top of Amy up on the altar table, stretched out on my back on top of her hot tits and body, Alisha kneeling in between my spread legs. Amy played the bloated tip of her dildo around my bum pucker, while Alisha dragged her cockhead over my pussy lips. They were going to double-penetrate me, Joe, as I sucked on Karen’s pussy.’
Joe threw the splintered foot and a half of yardstick away, desperately looked around the living room.
‘Your belt, Joe!’ his wife urged. ‘Use your belt!’
Joe dived down and ripped the wide black leather