(Continued from Part 1):

I aim to please, so after Michelle ordered me to ‘eat her,’ I obliged. I put her on her back on her marital bed and spread her legs. I love perfectly pedicured feet and kissed hers. I sucked each toe individually into my mouth and suckled them as if they were her clit. As she squirmed I slid my hand to her bare, dripping cunt and slid two fingers into her.

As I sucked each toe individually giving them the attention they deserved. Michelle started groaning softly, her body vibrating slightly, so I left her delicate feet and licked and kissed her my way up between her legs.

A woman I knew from the strict church I had grown up in was moaning as I reached her warm, wet, wanting slit. Her bald mons was thrusting at my face as Michelle waited for me to explore her. Her pussy lips met my mouth and I kissed her passionately as if I was kissing her mouth. I found her peanut sized clit and gently bit and then sucked it. Fluid, creamy, a tiny bit salty, flowed in a steady drip and I drank it in. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and slipped a finger in her anus as she abruptly bucked under me as she orgasmed for the first time.

“Oh my God!!! Fuck!!! Cumming!!!”

She was now humping my face as waves of pleasure rolled over her. I pulled my face, now wet with her juices, away from her and moved up her body. She reached for my cock and put my cock head at the entrance to her slit. I hesitated for only a second and then I pushed.

I slid into her tight, lubricated, hot pussy. After bearing two children, she was tight. My dick felt as she was gripping me tightly with her fist and I started fucking with absolute abandon.

“You feel so good,” I said into her ear as I ground into her as strong as I could.

“Fuck me!!! I want you to cum in me!!! Cum for me!!!”

As we fucked like rabbits, she was groaning and crying at the same time. She cried out, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming again!!!”

I had reached my boiling point and I shot my sperm deep in her pussy.

“Fuck!!! I’m cumming,” I yelled out. She clamped her legs around my torso as we rode out our mutual waves of pleasure. Not a drop of my sperm leaked out of her until my shrinking dick plopped out of her. Then her dripping wetness pooled underneath us.

I collapsed on her sweaty body, and we kissed. I pulled away and kissed her magnificent tits. I had completely satisfied a churchgoing woman, and she had loved it. And she had more than satisfied me.

“When was the last time your husband sucked your titties?”

“Never. He thinks I’m fat, and once he tasted my milk when our first was born. It grossed him out.”

“He’s an idiot,” I said as I fondled and kissed her breasts.

I lifted her right tit and started sucking her under boob. She didn’t stop me as I focused on one spot. After sucking as hard as I could, an angry purple hickey appeared. It was the size of a half dollar, but when I released her breast, the weight of it dropped and it was hidden.

“You’re so bad. What did you do?”

“I marked you, but only you will be able to see it. I hope that’s okay.”

“Doesn’t matter, you did it, and only I can see it, so we’re good. Now kiss me.”

I wouldn’t call ‘sister’ Michelle insatiable, but as we cuddled, her hand found my semi hard dick and resurrected it. She leaned down and licked it and briefly sucked me.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I need your cock in me.”

I lay on my back as she sat on me. Still gripping my dick, she positioned herself on my cock and dropped. I slid in one motion into her hot, wet snatch, and she was impaled on me.

A grunting sound came from her mouth as she fucked me cowgirl. I pinched her nipples as she rocked herself against me. It felt like the best sex, the best fuck of my life. Michelle suddenly reached her hand behind her and squeezed, gently but firmly, my balls. I exploded into her. At the same time her climax had started, and we shared a stupendous orgasm together.

Waves of sexual bliss washed over us as she continued to work her magic on me.

She collapsed on me, and again our slippery bodies melted into each other.

After a while, Michelle said, “I have to collect my kids.”

We got up and quickly showered together, dressed and I helped her change the sheets on her bed. The smell of sex was heavy in her bedroom, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Then she went to her laundry room and put the sheets in the washer and started it. She came back with spray room deodorizer and the smell was gone.

We got her car started, there was actually nothing wrong with the car, and I asked her what she meant when she said, “I wanted to be…the first to thank you, but I may not be the last.”

She smiled and said, “Some of the women at the revival, besides me, appreciate that you actually treat us like real people. The men in church think they rule the world. A lot of us are tired of them and need some, how should I say it, sexual healing.”

I thought of that for a moment and said, “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. I think there are several women fed up and hurting. And, if I can be bold, there are women that have needs you can take care of. Like you took care of me. I’m sharing your number with some of my friends. Just remember I was the first.”

We kissed and parted.

When I got back to my folk’s house, I started thinking about my situation. I was recently single since my long time girlfriend had moved for a promotion she couldn’t pass up. I picked up my phone and called my boss.

“Hey John, I’ve been working from home, but thinking of spending some time with my folks. Do you have a problem if I work from here for a while?”

My boss said, “No problem.”

I found my mom and dad working in their yard. I asked if I could work from their home for a while. They immediately said, “Yes!” They were overjoyed that I’d be spending time with them. We had a group hug and went to find lunch. My mom commented that, “You look so refreshed. Was it a problem getting sister Michelle’s car started?” I just said it was dead battery and no problem at all.

I drove home the next day and buttoned up my house. I packed some clothes and miscellaneous things along with my work computer. Two days later, I was back at my hometown.

On Sunday, I went to church to scope out if what Michelle had told me was true. I was planning on ‘helping out’ any women in church that might have a need. I just needed to be careful.

I saw and chatted with Michelle, and she introduced me to some of her friends. It was out in public and in plain sight of everyone; it was like hiding in plain sight.

I was amazed their husbands were so clueless about the needs of their wives.

My public interactions were all innocent, but I could feel the vibes coming from these attractive women. I learned most were stay at home moms. My mind was spinning, thinking how I might connect, privately, with them. And Michelle must have primed the pump because I could feel sexual heat radiating from them.

My concern about how I might connect with them was unnecessary. Michelle let me know she had shared my contact info with her trusted friends.

The pastor’s wife was one of the women I met. Her name was Carrie, a very good looking, olive complexion, dark haired beauty. I got the impression she might be Latina, but it didn’t matter. She was really gorgeous, even dressed as conservatively as she was.

Of all the women who gave me a ‘Christian hug,’ I most felt the simmering desire below the surface that came from sister Carrie. I was trying to be careful and not bring attention to myself, or her, and I think I succeeded.

As we chatted after the church service, Carrie told me, “Sister Michelle told me you were a great help with her car. I’ve been having car trouble; I wonder if you might stop by the house sometime this week? The Pastor needs to run to a church conference Tuesday. Could you stop by then?”

I was so enthralled with Carrie I would have done anything to try to get close to her. But I asked, “Won’t your neighbors wonder what I’m doing there?”

“No. Where we live it’s secluded. And anyway, you’re only looking to fix my car, right?”

I agreed Tuesday would be good and she would call when her husband left to do God’s work. I knew I was playing with fire, but if her husband wasn’t taking care of her car, who was I to not try to help?

(End of Part 2)