A Good Little Wife Part II

Finally, it was Sunday morning.

Marie was extra careful in her early morning toilet. She even spritzed her delicate feminine folds in the eventuality that the esteemed Reverend Harris elected to avail himself of her scented charms with his elegant tongue. She paid equally as much attention and detailed freshening to her puckered brown eye in the hope that the dedicated churchman would fill her nether region with his enlightened spirituality. Just the very thought of his splendid head bobbing between her legs in the seclusion of a cloistered part of the rectory was sufficient to cause noticeable dampening of her special Sunday knickers.

She peeked into the bedroom and saw her banker husband motionless under the “dead weight” of her stupefied mother with her mouth still resting peacefully around his now flaccid cock. Marie stifled a giggle at the sight of her mother’s naked bum up high with a reddened look that betrayed her weakness for anal delights.

Only recently, she had been awakened to the pleasures of opening her rear door for her husband’s spirited use. Of course, it had been on her mother’s insistence to allow the older woman some degree of respite from the over-sexed banker’s anal fetish.

The empty bottle of French wine attested to their continued state of unconsciousness for some extended period. She had made certain the night before to encourage their consumption of a copious amount of the exquisitely flavored spirits. Now she would have more than enough time to renew her acquaintance with the well-hung man of God.

Under her long dress of fine Swiss lace, she donned her mother’s naughty French hose which were fully open in the rear allowing any type of desired insertion in either her scented pussy or her recently activated brown eye. She remembered that the good Reverend was much aroused by her anal opening and had inserted his fingers with great delicacy deep inside her fundament.

The church services were quite uplifting, actually, and Marie had been brought to the very edge of shedding moisture from her eyes with the playing of the excellent organist. She did restrain her show of emotionalism not only due to its unseemliness but because she was most solicitous of her eye cosmetic application.

She was a bit put off to see the young female singer hovering around the person of the Reverend like some silly butterfly fluttering before making a landing. Marie was determined that the only butterfly fluttering around the Reverend Harris’s fine cock would be her pussy lips or her puckered anal opening.

The morning light was just at the right angle when Reverend Harris emerged to greet her in the vestibule. She was certain her hair was presented in full glory framed by the delicate early morning rays. She hoped he did not discern her new wrinkle at the corner of her left eye. Marie was aware that her youth was fleeting and she wanted to take advantage of every single opportunity presented to her.

After a few short moments of banal platitudes expressed primarily for the ears of any of the worshipers still present in the immediate area, the handsome man of God leaned close and whispered in her ear,

“Would you care to light a special candle in the contemplation alcove, my dear?”

Marie knew exactly what kind of candle he wanted to light up. It was her very own sticky candle ready to be ignited at both ends and consumed in the fires of passion.

She walked in glowing anticipation of submissive impalement at the mercy of the fine figured churchman. They walked in studied genteelness, together yet, not too closely for fear of imaginative or curious eyes. As soon as they rounded the corner of the alcove’s unique privacy, Marie was swept up into the strong arms of the Reverend and he wasted no time in ravishing her wet and open mouth with his greedy tongue.

The very heated young Frenchwoman was now almost panting for relief of the undeniable itch between her long shapely legs and reached down to grasp the Reverend Harris’s cock with a firm yet gentle hand. She wanted her paramour to understand at this very moment she was not the least bit consumed with thoughts of pre-coital bliss but was fully ready to grant entrance of his already erect member without further delay.

He got the message immediately due to his many previous consultations with sexually deprived female members of the parish. The Reverend Harris was ever quick off the mark in meeting such demands with well-practiced ease.

Quickly, he spun Marie around and pushed her head down whilst he flipped her long dress and slip up over her waist. He looked with an appreciative eye at the naughty French knickers with their open invitation to impalement. He could easily see she was already dripping wet with her female juices and that her luscious twat was pulsating with excited anticipation. He gave a studied look at her most delectable brown eye that blinked at him with a subtle sensuousness.

A single touch of his finger confirmed that this well-mannered and exquisite creature was quite familiar with the pleasures of a more base and bawdy nature. He went back to his original target and rubbed his rampant cock up and down Marie’s seeping pussy slit. She shuddered and bent over ever further offering him a wider and easier entryway.

Marie felt the huge cock sliding up deep inside her quivering pussy. She had an immediate convulsive orgasm that caused her to spurt her juices onto the Reverend’s legs. She was a bit mortified at her wanton behavior and knew she would have to be punished for this indiscretion. The thought of her placement over the Reverend knees in front of all the parishioner’s knowing eyes made her vaginal walls clutch at the invading cock with desperate possessiveness and a greedy need for deeper penetration.

She almost lost her breath when her rider paused to worry her flanks with his heavy handed spanks on both sides. The sound of her humiliation echoed inside the small conservatory mocking the pious statues of more perfect human specimens. She looked up into the accusing eyes of the long dead onlookers and felt deserved shame for her depraved actions. But at this very instant, Marie knew she was far too weak to change her ways.

She could feel her major orgasm approaching and the telltale signs of her quaking limbs and shortness of breath gave her ample warning. It was a warning that did not prepare her adequately for the transport of her physical body to a heaven of pleasure that left her moaning and shivering in pathetic aftershocks on the cold stone floor of the grotto of lust.

Poor Reverend Harris lay languid on top of her submissive body.

He knew that he must perform a wedding within the next hour and his sated cock was still dripping with his remaining creamy cum and the female juices of the beautiful Frenchwoman at his feet. He said some silent prayers for the redemption of his soul. At the same time, he was already planning the next tryst with this remarkable and creative female. Thank goodness his fiancée was adamant about abstinence prior to the wedding vows. He had gotten into the habit of licking her virginal slit when they were alone at special moments. It served to put her on notice that her pretty little slit would be his property when they were married and he was reassured with the copious production of her female juices that she was not one of those cold females with great beauty but very little inclination to copulate properly.

He was a bit disturbed with her absolute denial of any finger play with her nether regions, but he consoled his fears with the belief that she could be trained in that direction with the proper coaching and expansion of trust. After all, it was just a matter of stretching the muscles and adequate lubrication. Soon, his little honeypot bride would be begging him to go deeper into her tight little pucker hole.

The thought of that prospect had made the Reverent Harris erect once again.

Marie stirred on the floor underneath him.

Her dress was still tucked into her waist and her beautiful rounded buttocks were up high. The creamy cum was dripping from her well-trimmed pussy with erotic slowness. He scooped up the liquid into his palm and pushed it into her nicely scented brown eye. The proud Frenchwoman swayed her hips as he worked the lubrication into her tightly puckered anus.

She knew what he was going to do next.

The churchman did not know it but this perverted anal sport was Marie’s greatest delight. She had been well trained by her mother to appreciate the pleasure of a stretched anus and the feel of a man’s cock draining his load into her overheated rectum.

The size of the Reverend’s cock made it very difficult for Marie. The banker’s cock was much smaller than and certainly not as thick as this. She was panting in frustration at the repeated knocking on her rear door but entry was still denied. Even her trick of “pushing out” was not working. He was just too big for her tight little opening.

She turned around to admit her defeat and apologize for her inability to welcome him into her back door when she felt a pop like a paper bag being smashed and suddenly all eight inches of the Reverend’s huge thick cock was fully seated deep inside her very gut. It was such a shock that she screamed out before she remembered where she was. The Reverend put his hand over her mouth to remind her they must be relatively quiet for fear of someone coming upon them in the secluded alcove.

They stayed motionless and waited to see if someone would burst in on them and discover them in such a disgusting and compromising position. Marie felt her tight sphincter muscle opening and closing around the base of the Reverend Harris’s long cock. He patted her head in reassurance and she smiled up at him in silent submissiveness.

Nobody came into the alcove.

The Reverend Harris grabbed both of Marie’s buttocks firmly in his grip and held her steady for his accelerated pounding of her posterior. She could hear the slap of his legs against her ass cheeks. It sounded like a girl being spanked in the classroom for being very naughty. The thought forced her to squirt like a nasty girl savoring the pressure on her bottom. Her fingers strayed to her quivering clitoris and she attended to those special little spots that gave her the most pleasure.

When her rider saw her shift her buttocks to allow him greater depth of penetration, he began to punish her soft white flanks with his well-practiced hands. The sound of his ass-fucking and the noises of her well-deserved punishment blended together with her muffled whimpers of sheer delight. The Reverend loosed her hair from its bun and let it fall down to her waist. He gathered it up in his hands and pulled her head left and right as if riding a mount across the finish line.

The Reverend’s hanging sacs were bouncing with some authority into her sensitive pussy slit. Marie knew she was not far from a full-blown anal orgasm. She hoped the man of the church would not think her to be a complete slut when she descended into the depraved vibrations of a sexually satisfied female in the throes of anal impalement. To add to her mortification, her fully-stretched rectum choose that moment to release some audible and totally undignified spasms of gas into the otherwise quiet little alcove. She was relieved to hear her lover chuckle and continue her ass pounding undeterred by such an unladylike display of etiquette.

The Reverend had already started down the slippery slope to copious emissions of creamy cum from the tip of his invading shaft deep inside of Marie’s defenseless quivering brown eye. She felt the first spurts just as her orgasm drove her forward onto her knees and elbows. She twisted and humped in every direction to expel the fire hose jumping about inside her sensitive gut. The Reverend showed her not the slightest bit of mercy driving her down to the floor in his need to drain every last drop of his fluids into the beautiful and desirable Frenchwoman.

When he was fully spent, Marie peeked up at her partner in sex and lust and thanked him for his exertions to satisfy her itch in those hard to reach places deep inside her female sex and her posterior. She expressed her realization that she would have to be disciplined for her excesses and asked timidly if he would be so kind as to tend to her punishment at his convenience.

They arranged to meet at her residence on Friday next. It was a day her husband, the banker, would be engaged in a business deal outside of Paris. The good Reverend promised to bring some “special” equipment to test the extent of her contrition.