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Tamaras Awakening

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Even now after all these few years, I am reluctant to confess my sins and even though I've been in abstinence for months, I feel conflicted on a daily basis. You see, my background as a proper Christian wife of what I believed to be a righteous preacher and overall faithful man has my stomach in knots. How I ended up giving in to the flesh is my confession and like I said, even now the allure of the incredible sex draws me like a cat to catnip. I have resolved to remain strong and turn my back on the whole sordid affair I so eagerly embraced.

MY husband of was never aware of my cheating and somehow it remains a well-guarded secret. My name for the sake of anonymity is Tamara Nelson. I am not the naive child I was and although I give no one reason to think I would ever stray, I have what men call a body made for sin. I am no real beauty, as I am unadorned by make-up and jewelry, as my religion forbids it. I chose this life voluntarily and have what some call a farm girl attractiveness. In other words, I have been described as very attractive, even though I don't know why.

I began attending church when I was thirteen and rapidly swallowed the message of abstinence and chastity, so until I married, just turning eighteen, I had not so much as kissed a boy. My family has never been religious and were especially outraged when they learned that a man eleven years my senior was the boy I was dating. Robert quickly set them at ease with his charisma and seeing he was already a junior preacher, he assured my mother and dad that his intentions were honorable and true to his word, they were, at least in the beginning.

Robert is six feet four inches tall to my five feet one and on our honey moon, he scared the devil out of me when I saw his penis. To say I was sheltered from sex is an understatement. I literally had never seen one and his, I later learned was what is called circumcised and was all of six inches. Much later I learned that this was actually about a half inch larger than the norm, but it was hideous and the head was bright purple. Robert was also basically a virgin, in that when he was sixteen and before he got in church, he touched the head of his penis on a girl's vagina at the drive-in theater. She moaned and he was so inexperienced, he felt like he hurt her and stopped. Needless to say, he never really got over it, at least with females. This second part is another story I later became educated about.

Our wedding night was a disaster in that we didn't even do it. I had no idea what to expect and he was too green to be dominate. The second night he ejaculated on my thigh without entering me and me, not knowing much, was very happy for him. He was deeply embarrassed and confided that he was always taught that sex was dirty and only for bearing children. At seventeen, I did not want children and we continued our sexual activities maybe twice a week whereby I would touch his thighs until he had an orgasm. Never once did he attempt to penetrate me and wouldn't allow me to touch his "wiener" as he called it. About a month into our marriage, I accidentally gave myself my first orgasm while showering. It was tremendous and I nearly collapsed in the shower stall.

It started innocently enough while I was cleaning the sperm off my thighs and one thing led to another until I was gasping. Shoving a wet wash clothe into my mouth, I groaned out as my thighs shook violently. To be honest, I wasn't even fantasizing about anyone, except maybe my husbands erect penis spurting his essence. Afterward, I felt so guilty, I cleansed myself before God by going on a three day fast and with lots of prayer.

Poor Robert marveled over my righteousness and I was too ashamed to explain why I was sacrificing so much. My third day of the fast, Robert preached like I have never heard and I was so proud of him. Our pastor decided to turn Wednesday night services over to Robert and I played the piano and it was just three months into our marriage that Robert decided to devote himself in a much more sacrificial way. We discussed it at great length and he wanted to abstain from sex until I was ready to carry his baby.

Being the pastor's wife and subservient in the extreme, I acquiesced to his wishes. Even though we had never consummated our marriage, I had taken a real liking to touching him and seeing him ejaculate on my thighs and tummy. His face always turns bright red and he keeps his eyes closed the entire time, as if he is embarrassed of the act. For such a large, bigger than life man at church, he is anything but, when naked in the bed in front of me. I once again hurried to the shower to clean up and once again and for the second time, touch myself until I shake in what I've come to call "heavenly bliss".

I was told Robert was once again amazed at his beautiful wife when about once every two weeks, she goes on a three day fast. The result of this fasting has caused me to drop from one hundred and fifty-eight pounds to a size 8 and my clothes are actually baggy around my tiny waist, making my 36-D cup breasts look even larger. They were double D's and my hip bones are now more pronounced. Robert sees none of this, as he spends more time praying and studying and now he's enrolled in classes at the Bible college to get his senior preaching license.

One day while cleaning in our bedroom, I found the most horrible magazine. Looking at the cover, it was a porn magazine about gay men, called "rock hard cocks". I showed it to Robert when he came in and he grabbed it from me and explained he took it from one of the young sisters and meant to destroy it. Of course I believed him. I never even looked inside the front cover, having seen enough to scare me of the devils literature.

Thinking back, in my innocence and naivety I didn't recognize the hungry look in the eyes of the men at church, but their wives sure did and even though it was quite obvious I was a righteous God-fearing woman, who fasts regularly, they were envious and secretly jealous, thinking Robert is most likely "keeping her happy in bed". My husband became as desirable to the female church members as I unknowingly did to the men folk. He sincerely never noticed though, at least by my observation. He was always mentoring the young brothers on a field trip, giving each of them one on one attention.

One Sunday morning, Sister Becky Collins "accidentally" spread her legs giving him a squirrel shot of her pink thong. Sister Becky is nineteen and it is common knowledge she is a wild child of Norton and Miranda Lumley and as co-pastor I've counseled her in the presence of her mom three times and she always begs forgiveness. Robert's eyes almost popped out of his head and he got a sinful erection. Becky was looking right at him and she licked her lips.

Robert knew what she offered and he got so threatened, he feigned a coughing fit and ended the service early. He was so shaken that he avoided everyone after service. The normally confidant man, is totally out of his element when it comes to the fairer sex and they crossed their one year anniversary sleeping in separate beds. I have no idea how odd this is until I accidentally overhear two sisters talking outside my office. The building was empty and they are paid to clean. I hear them chatting quite openly about how much sex they are getting from their husbands. One claimed she could hardly walk after last night's "Three times, Belinda! Three times. Virgil was like a pile driver!"

"My brother has always had a high libido, honey. Before he got in church, Mom was always worried he would get some girl pregnant."

"We already have five kids and I don't want any more, but I would rather he jumped my bones than go after Sister Tamara. Do you see the way the brothers look at her and George the janitor openly ogles her? She dresses modestly of course, but anyone can see she has a body to die for and her husband is probably all over her." The two of them laughed and walked away from her door. I just held my hand to my mouth not believing how the two cousins openly discussed something so private. My face was blushing listening to them. Remembering back those many years, I think this was an evil seed planted in me where I began to wonder what I was missing.

In the last year, I had touched myself maybe every four days and felt horrible afterward or I would have done it more often. My guilt at touching myself was driving me to fast and pray like a nun. Two weeks after our second anniversary, I got my first real wake-up call. I was in one of the upstairs Sunday school room closets looking for artwork we had used when I heard a commotion in the room behind me. I was having trouble finding it, due to the light bulb was missing from the overhead socket. "I'll have to tell George," I remember thinking. The door to the large closet was partially open and I watched George Wagner, our black maintenance man step into the room and lock the door behind him.

In his hand was the 8X10 framed photograph of me and my husband that was normally on the table at the entrance. George was talking in a low manner when he laid the photograph on one of the low tables and he dropped his trousers revealing his naked butt. I froze in fascinated horror and watched what looked like him stroking himself while staring at the photo. It scared me to think I would actually see his exposed member and I stepped back deeper into the darkness as he continued.

His right hand was moving very rapidly and he reached down and picking up the photo, he suddenly stiffened. I knew. My husband did the same thing when he ejaculated. His words I will never forget and they sent me into an erotic panic. "Oh Tamara baby, take my seed into your sweet cunt! Take it... Take my fucking cum baby! Ahhhh, Oh shit, oh fuck, oh yeah!" The photo was suddenly struck with a thick creamy rope of sperm. Again and again he shot it onto my face and chest. George stood very still and throwing his head back, he blew air out of his mouth and nostrils and then putting his unseen member back in his pants, he closed his fly and left, taking the photo with him.

I went straight home and trembling, I almost ran into the shower, flinging my clothing everywhere. Five minutes later my thighs were shaking like I was being electrocuted. My hairy vagina launched a stream of clear liquid when I came and I fell against the back wall nearly exhausted. It was the first time I masturbated thinking about anyone other than Robert's penis and it was by far the most powerful. The clear liquid would have scared me if it didn't feel so wonderful. My vagina and mound were swollen and so sensitive, I could hardly touch them, but each time I did, I saw George slamming his hand into his crotch.

"George was imagining impregnating me..." I said aloud and felt an involuntary jerk of my hips, almost like he touched me... there. I felt amazingly free of guilt and I think this was another turning point in my awaking. So what if another man lusted after me? I can't control that and I didn't do anything to bring this on. "It appears other church members are enjoying sex, so why can't I?"

Things progressed over the next six months on a fairly level path and I was touching myself every two or three days. George was usually in it somewhere, but I had kind of fantasized about a couple other men in the church also. There was another development I need to admit to. I masturbated in my office one day with the door locked. The only other person in the building was George and I fingered my "pussy" and once again, the clear liquid blasted out of me onto my desk and some paperwork. I didn't care, at least at first and furiously rubbed my private parts until I was completely satisfied.

There was a knock on the door and I heard George's voice. "You okay ma'am?" I panicked and dropped my dress onto my knees and stood up. My hands were soaked with my juices and I heard George ask for his check. There on my desk, covered in my ejaculate was what he asked for. I grabbed a towelette and in the meantime asked him to "Hold on a sec!" I looked in the mirror and straighten up as best as I could and opened the door. "Here it is," I said and gingerly handed it to him.

George looked at it and then at me and then at the desk and slowly smiled as he brought the check to his nose. I watched as he slowly took a deep sniff of the paper spotted with moisture.

"Thank you ma'am," he said and winked at me. He turned very deliberately and left my office and I was immediately weak-kneed. "He knows!" I thought and then I began to tremble. I spent the next hour in prayer and left feeling better, especially when I saw his truck was gone. Robert is almost always gone and I got home with enough time to take a nap and then get ready for church. One of the lesser ministers is preaching tonight and I will play the piano, as normal.

I was running late, as despite my resolve to behave, I masturbated in the bed and fell in a deep sleep. My Tahoe wouldn't start again and I called the church and was told someone would come get me. I had asked Robert to help me get a new battery, but he is always too busy. Imagine my surprise when George pulled up in my driveway. I was wearing a very modest dress to my knees, but when I slid into his truck, unbeknownst to me, the hem caught on the edge of the seat and pulled it up mid-thigh. I have always wore nylons and heels to church and after hearing one of the sisters talk about "thigh high's" I bought three pair on sale. I remember wearing them under my church clothes and feeling positively decadent.

I had no idea my dress was revealing the black lace at the top and George noticed, but hid it well. Instead, he asked about my day and my plans and chatted amicably, but all I could think about was him masturbating and asking me to take his seed. My face flushed and then to my horror, I noticed my dress. I was so mortified, I didn't say another word and when we arrived, I slid out of his truck and dashed inside. A norther was blowing in and just before I stepped through the door, the wind blew my dress up over my head. I was positive George saw my "everything", black panties and all.

I rushed into my office and my heart was beating out of my chest. "I know he saw my panties!" I cried out internally. "My special panties. I bought them the same day I bought the sexy nylons. It was a bra panty set and they made me feel so sexy, especially when I donned them for church tonight. I've never worn them until today and why, oh why did I do that? I was hoping to let Robert see me in them and then maybe... just maybe, but George? George who wants me to take his seed? I have never taken a man's seed, or sperm, or whatever. I have no idea what that means." I remember this like it was yesterday. I was so confused. My body was screaming that it found it all exciting, but my brain was throwing up warning flags like one of those football referees Robert watches.

I took my place at the piano just five minutes before service started and did my best to forget what happened. George was no place to be seen and no wonder. He's what we call a back-slider. At one time he was full of the Lord's spirit, but now, he simply cleans the church (and masturbates over my photo!). The thought of him pleasuring himself over my photo caused me to momentarily become distracted and I hit the wrong note. Everyone laughs and the moment passes. I struggle to keep my thoughts pure the rest of the service.

Totally forgotten is the fact that I do not have a ride home and after chatting with everyone post service, I close the door of my office to think. It is now a little after 11pm and the church is silent and that's when I realize I do not have a way home. I rushed out of my office in a near panic, but George was sitting in the foyer with his hat in his hand. George was maybe forty years old and ruggedly handsome. Years of hard work gave him the physique of a much younger man and I pulled up short. "Oh, you are here!" I exclaimed and my breathing caused my breasts to rise and fall. This wasn't lost on the black janitor.

"No Ma'am, I remembered you needed a ride and I stayed and did some cleaning waiting for you to come out of your office." I remembered he smiled at me as his eyes swept over my body. I felt my face flush; almost as if he had undressed me with his eyes. This man could be my father, but my inner demon desires him to the point that my face flushes.

"Oh!" is all I could say and I involuntarily ran my hands over my hips and the front of my thighs. George devoured me with his eyes and smiling took my hands.

"How about we grab a bite to eat before I take you home, Ms. Pastor's wife?" It dawned on me that I had not eaten anything today more than a bagel for breakfast and I dumbly nodded my head. It seemed a bit forward, but as he led me out the front door, his hand was on my lower back; as if to protect me. It is something my husband should have done, but never did. Being the humble person I am and one who is always ready to please, I nodded. "I know just the place," he said and grinned at me.

He headed east and soon entered into the part of town white people simply do not visit, especially after dark. I must have shown my fear, because George reached across and laid his hand on my left thigh and said, "Don't worry. You are with me and the food is worth it." His hand lingered long enough that I became acutely aware of how warm it was. The temperature outside had fallen into the upper 40's and my button up sweater did nothing to hide my erect nipples. I cross my arms, but George's grin told me he was well aware of my situation.

He leaned forward and took off his own coat and handed it to me. I remember seeing his arms and how muscular he is. His coat has a heavy odor of... well, man and musk. I remember thinking that. He smells like what a real man should smell like and the odd thought crosses my mind that Robert does not smell like that. As I pull the jacket around me, my breast pokes out and I look at George and he smiles. My nipples are like hard diamonds, jutting out proudly. I've never experienced this feeling in my life and my face blushes. I apologize like a dolt. George just laughs and tells me to relax.

George reaches over to help me and his hand grazes my left breast and I gasp loudly, which he ignores. he then drops his hand on my thigh and keeps driving. Neither of us say a word, but my libido, which normally doesn't not exist is in full over drive.

Now let me explain something. I am a twenty year old woman, who has been married for twenty-six months and I am still a virgin. I have only actually touched my husband penis two times and he jerked back away from me and I am primed as a pump. This black man is treating me like I am his prized possession, doing things my husband never has done. He is claiming to protect me from harm and treat me to a delicious meal. I am in his truck, riding just two feet from him wearing his musk-laden jacket and he is slowly rubbing my thigh just inches from my vagina. If I am not mistaken, his penis is erect and obviously lying along his thigh. I feel like my head is about to explode.

I am a proper woman and a god-fearing one, but I have no training in how to thwart a man's advances. He is not forcing or threatening me and is perfectly the gentleman. I make no move to stop him from touching my thigh, even as his hand slowly slides under my skirt hem.

"Pastor Robert is gone a lot, isn't he?" George says, barely audible.

My breathing became labored and I barely uttered a reply. "Yes."

"A woman like you should never be neglected..."

"No." His entire hand is now under my skirt and only inches away from my..."

"Ah! Here we are!" he said and we pull into the parking lot of a little diner named, "Mom's." I almost faint from shear sexual tension and he comes around and opens my door. I try my best to swivel so my legs do not come apart, but George steps in between them and my legs straddle his muscular thigh. "There we go. Let's go inside."

I honestly do not know if he heard me gasp when his knee brushed my "pussy" but he appeared to not notice and with my arm wrapped inside his, we stepped into the diner. The place was crowded and I was surprised to see a number of attractive white women seated with black men, but no white men, or even Hispanic males. George confidently led me past the crowded tables and every black man in the place undressed me with their eyes. Looking back, I realize it was yet another crossroad and I felt more sexual excitement than fear. I had never seen men openly desire me like these dark guys. It was as if they didn't care if I knew it or not. Their looks were like George when he was beating off and saying he wanted to breed me. I had the sudden thought that that is exactly what they wanted.

They did not want to simply have sex with me. They wanted to breed me and make me carry their baby. Before I could dwell on it, George and I sat in a booth and I took off his jacket. As if it were preplanned, the jacket snagged my blouse and the top three buttons shot off like they had explosive charges under them and one bounced off the table and hit George on the chin. It was so sudden it was hilarious and as I grabbed to close my blouse, we both laughed for almost a minute.

George looked at me and in a calm voice, said something that changed my life forever. "You are so beautiful and sexy, Tamara. Please don't hide what God has given you. Let them babies breath." I stared into his eyes for nearly thirty seconds and just like that, I dropped my hands away. No man other than my husband has ever seen this much of my breasts and George reaches across the table and carefully opens my blouse, exposing them further. My bra black and lacy and racy because in bright light, you could see my nipples, as like right now. George, as confidant as always smiles and nods his approval.

"Thank you," he said and I didn't blush. I wanted him to see them. The restaurant is crowded but each couple is engaged separately and he tells me I am beautiful. About this time a fat black woman of about sixty appears and wants to know if we are ready to order. I sit back and George orders gumbo for us both and then resumes telling me how gorgeous I am. I am not lying when I say I am eating out of his hands and at this moment nothing he could ask, I would deny. He is seducing me by simply treating me like he already owns me. My husband has never even told me I am beautiful.

The moment was ruined when two men in hoodies tried to rob the restaurant and imagine my surprise when my gentle janitor pulled out a pistol and shot both of them dead. I later learned that George was a decorated Marine who fought in Nicaragua in the 90's and possessed a concealed handgun license. After the smoke cleared, it was a little after 7am and George drove me home and walked me to the door. Before I could say anything, he turned and went back to his truck.

I had been in bed about ten minutes when Robert came in and after he showered, he laid down in his bed and was soon silently snoring. I fell asleep with my hand between my legs, too tired to play with myself. I awoke about 1:30pm and Robert was masturbating in the bed next to me, not realizing I was awake. The room was very dark due to the heavy curtains, but I could plainly see he had one of those horrid magazines. He grunted loudly and shot a load of cum onto his belly. He then got up and went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running.

Looking in the dim light, it was another magazine with naked men on the cover. I crawled back in bed and faced away from his bed. Soon he came in and after a few minutes, I heard him leave. On the table was a note that he was flying up to St. Louis for a convention. My world was spinning out of control. My husband is a homosexual!

It was a month before I saw George at the church and Robert has me running errands... all day, every day. I am so busy, I don't have time to even touch myself and each evening I arrive home exhausted. He is in yet more classes and with preaching and doing visitation, we are a couple in name only. Don't get me wrong, I am no miser on doing God's work and I do everything and more that is asked of me. A day turns into a week and week into months and George is not even in my thoughts. Do to the fact that I am not abusing my vagina with my fingers, my sexual desire has lessened, or so I thought.

Once again I find myself working over late in my office when I hear a soft tap on the door. It started me and I sat up straight and in a shaky voice asked who it is. Checking my watch, I see it is a little after 2am. Earlier to get more comfortable, I slipped out of my bra and am well aware of that fact. "It's me, George." The second I hear his voice, a tremor of sexual energy shoots through my core and I jerk my shoulders back and then my chest forward, as if I was having a seizure. My nipples instantly become erect and I gasp in air, which he hears. "Are you okay my lady?"

"Yes, yes. Hold on a second." I look in the mirror at my full head of brunette hair and check my lips. Seeing I wear no make-up, what you see is what I am. I pinch my cheeks and open the door.

George looks around the room and leaning against the door, I hear the deadbolt close. I remember him reaching out to me and suddenly, I was in his arms. George's thick lips cover mine and I feel his tongue push past my own quivering lips and I open my mouth to him. It is what is referred to as a French kiss I was told by a teen sister and it is my first. I kiss him back, not caring about anything but this moment. George's hands slide down my back until he cups my butt and he lifts me up and stepping between my legs, my skirt spreads around his torso. I wrap my legs around his waist and suddenly gasp. He's touching me! Oh my god in heaven; he is touching my private!

George expertly slides his finger around the leg hole of my panties and eases a finger inside me. He is my first and I kiss him, squeezing my legs around him as my excitement builds. He breaks off the kiss and lays me on my desk. "Mrs. Nelson, tonight I am going to make sweet love to you." My head is swimming and I feel my pussy release fluid. I do not care at this moment that this is wrong. How could anything that feels so right, be in fact wrong? George opens my dress button by button and his eyes widen as my breasts are revealed to him.

Our first intimate night together, Robert looked at my large brown nipples and commented that they looked too big. Shaking with anticipation, my nipples were erect and very sensitive, but Robert ignored them. I am apprehensive to say the least, figuring they are unacceptable, but George's eyes widen with a smile and I watch him lick his thick lips and say, "Oh wow! I love em! God how I love big fucking nipples!" His crude and vulgar use of the vulgar "F" word shot a bolt of sexual lightning through me. I never hear that word spoken and I surely do not think of it... until now.

Taking first one and then a second nipple between his thick lips, I immediately experience my first orgasm and spasm all over the top of my desk. George has a big smile on his face and says, "Oh yes, my lovely. Daddy is going to fuck your brains out tonight." And he drops his pants. My head is back and I am shaking and muttering as he loudly suckles my stiff nipples. Again and again he sucks them deep into his mouth and each time he lets them loose with a loud wet sucking sound. I am in heaven, never experiencing such attention.

He lifts my hips and expertly removes my panties and I am so wet, my body slides around on top of the desk as if it is greased. Looking between my legs, he has my dress open and I look between my exposed breasts and see my hairy mound. My hips are rocking back and forth. I've never been so primed in my life. George is now naked in front of me and for a man in his forties, his body is chiseled with muscles. I never noticed his many tattoos that are on his arms, as he always wears a long-sleeve shirt. Over his heart is the USMC globe and anchor tat. His nipples are also erect and point downward, like the Olympic weight lifters on television.

Between his legs is the second penis I've ever seen in real life and it looks way different than Robert's. The first thing I notice is it is quite large and heavy, hanging downward. There is skin over the end and large, pencil-sized veins running from his groin to the tip where the head is as large as a plum. I watch in fascination as he strokes it and the look in his eyes is one of pure sexual excitement. His balls are like two brown lemons hanging in a skin sack and he lifts it up with effort and taking my hand, he lays it in my palm. It is heavy and thick and warm. I love it and the crazy thought crosses my mind to suck it.

"Daddy is going to feed you some black meat tonight, baby girl. Now rub the head of my cock in your wet hole. I got to get you ready for entry." Due to the angle and George's height, he spreads his leg s like he is weight-lifting and my god, he looks like the most beautiful man I've ever seen. His body is covered in heavy muscle and painted in ink and I guide his penis toward my pussy and the second it touches the wet opening, I shake in my second orgasm. "Ungh! Oh god, oh god! Oh, goddd! I cried, feeling waves of decadent pent-up pleasure washing over my body. My nipples are so hard, I could cut glas with them and George lightly touches them, knowing exactly what to do and how much pressure to use.

George takes my hand and positions his fat cock head into my opening and stretching my labia with his fingers, commanded me to ease it inside. I am almost drunk with emotion and so wet, my juices are leaking onto the desk, but I do as commanded and my eyes go wide and I gasp in air as the head of his cock passes through my pussy orifice with a near popping sound. Its as if it stretched to the limit and then snapped over the head. The pain is severe, but wonderful after about five seconds and I cry out his name and grasp his forearms in a vice grip. "Please honey, I am not used to this," I plead with my mouth, but my eyes are crying out for him to slam it until his balls smack my bottom. I've never wanted to be used by a man like I feel right now.

The thought comes blaring into my brain. I want to be fucked. I want what belongs to me and right now, it is George and his loving cock. My queer husband doesn't want me and won't make love to me and I've been a good girl and perfect wife. No, tonight George is going to fuck me and I'm not going to feel guilty afterward.

"Baby girl, this feels like no one has ever been here before," George whispered in my ear and he kisses my hungry mouth. The very act of leaning forward forced his cock to ease into me about two thick inches and my head goes back as I cry out once again. "Oh fuck! Did I just bust your cherry honey?" George asked, watching my face. My breathing is coming in gasps and groans and I am making noises I never heard anyone make. They are a combination of pain, lust, and sound like I just ran the hundred meter race.

George holds his cock in me as I shake is ecstasy. I couldn't catch my breath and the pain, mixed with orgasmic pleasure had me grunting and moaning and my head thrashed side to side. "Yes! Robert has never...," I confessed and George slid in another two incredible inches. I now have over six wonderful and terrifying inches of George's incredible male organ inside my body and orgasm number three hits me like a sexual locomotive. I gasp and can't make a noise or get my breath and he eases back out until only the fat head is inside my hair-covered mound.

What George has in me, is the same amount of penis my husband possesses, but it is maybe twice as thick. I would have believed it would be impossible for me to stick anything this large inside my vagina. It is as large as a cucumber at the grocery store and on top of that, I have never put anything inside my vagina more than a Tampax.

George has deflowered a number of girls and women in his forty years but has never seen anything like the preacher's wife. She is cumming like a waterfall and jerking under his exploration and he slowly enters her after a full minute of thrashing. "Yes! Oh god, no! yes! Please! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh god yes!" I said and then, just as he slides two more inches into my tight hole, I said the one word I was even afraid of thinking and when I did, I began to cum for the fourth time in six minutes.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me..." George is an expert and even though she thinks she's ready, he knows she's really not. He has one more inch of rod to deliver and only when she is ready, will he feed it to her. Her large beautiful nipples are erect and bouncing seductively with each slow thrust and George guides himself in and again, exercising every bit of control he can. His primal instinct is to roughly grab her hips and pile drive her fucking cunt, but it would ruin it for her. The thought hits him that her husband, for whatever reason has never fucked her and knowing that, he figures she's not on the pill.

George was thirteen when he discovered that his dick was bigger than the other black kids in junior high and at first they made fun of his "donkey dick", but in high school none of them were laughing when he knocked up six different girls by the time he graduated. he hid in the Marine Corps, but they found him and he spent twenty years working three jobs to pay child support. he made his final payment two months ago. he spent twenty one years in the Marines and it was only his ability to roll dice that kept him from starving. He took the job as a janitor when he got saved, but that only lasted about two months when he fucked nineteen year old Becky Lumley in the prayer room.

A week later, Becky's mom went down on him in the same prayer room and he dropped a heavy load down her throat. It was the craziest thing that. Miranda Lumley would not fuck him because that would be adultery, but she sucked his cock then and still does every chance she gets, never asking for any stimulation from him. Each time she does, she happily swallows his load. Becky went off to university and he hasn't seen her since, but who needs Becky, when Mom will expertly get him off?

George suddenly pulls out of me and drops his face into my furry nest and I had not only never experienced this, but never even knew people did it. I instinctive grab his shaven head in both hands and his thick wet tongue drives me over the edge in seconds and once again my chest heaves and my hips rock and I spray his face with ejaculate inside of ten seconds. I can't stop cumming and George repositions himself between my legs and without warning, slowly slides his massive stiff cock in until I feel it bump my cervix.

With eyes wide, I see he is grinning. His face and chest are soaked with my juice and his kinky black pubic hair and my soft brown are meshed together. "You are in all the way?" I gasp. "Oh baby, make me yours. Fuck me George. I need it so bad baby. Make me your woman," I gush and then I lay back, too spent to resist as George begins a true work of fucking art. In and out of me he slowly guides until he suddenly effortlessly lifts me off the desk and begins fucking me while standing in the middle of the room.

I wrap my legs around his waist and feel the amazing jack hammer of his beautiful thick cock sliding in and out of me. George is getting close and he whispers in my ear that when he gives the signal, I am to dismount and drop to my knees. Honest to God, I have no idea why, but suddenly he says, NOW!"

"Daddy is going to make you his sweet bitch!" he says and the look on his face is one of extreme power and dominance and I drop to the carpeted floor in front of him and look up. George's monster cock looks to be a foot long and it is wet with my white cum juice on the base of the shaft. I feel him open my mouth with his thumb and place his fat cock head at the opening of my mouth. "Drink and swallow baby. Drink me. Taste me and you will be mine from this day forward." I see his cock suddenly get rock hard and the veins hideously expand and then a red hot rope of thick white cum shoots onto my tongue. Instinctively, I want to pull back. I had no idea it would be so hot, but I can't.

George's thumb has my jaw jacked open and he places his other hand on the back of my head and fires not two, but eight thick jets of steamy black seed into my mouth, across my elongated tongue, and down my throat. The only word I know to describe what I did was to say I chugged his cream, as there was that much of it. At the last major spurt, his dick began a series of smaller spurts and George lets go of my jaw and my lips automatically wrapped around the purple skinless head as I stripped the excess skin back. I am sucking his cock like a newborn baby on its momma's teat. I've never felt so feminine in my entire life. His cock and cream are like winning the lotto and I am collecting.

I can't now remember what was going through my sex-drugged mind, but I stroked his fat black red-headed cock and licked it for five straight minutes. At no time did I find swallowing his seed to be repulsive. It was thick and slimy and salty and I loved it. George leaned forward and kissed me and lifting me up, he carried me back to my personal shower.

It is now heading on midnight and George and I return to his apartment. I don't care who sees me, I am that far head over heels for my lover. George's apartment are in a lower end part of town and it is a bit run down, but his place is neat and clean and he undresses me and makes love to me on his bed. When I say he makes love to me, I mean he takes his time and we kiss and touch and talk to each other, but when the heat picks up, I once again get very vocal and beg him to "Fuck my pussy" and "Put your seed in me."

Well, George is no fool, having paid child support for over twenty years and he stops and pulls on a condom. As he pounds my sore pussy, I am grunting and cumming like crazy and he tells me he is going to cum. "In my mouth honey, in my mouth!" I want to taste him again. I am like a child in a candy store or an ice cream shop. I am not satisfied to get some candy. I want the best candy and the biggest ice cream cone. George suddenly dismounts and rips off the condom, clamping down on his cock to keep from blowing his load and I swing around on the bed and take his bulbous head into my moth as he cries out, "Ahhhh! Fuck! Oh fuck baby doll. Yeah, that's it. Take daddy's juice. Oh fuck yes!"

As little as I know about male ejaculate and that comes from watching my husband, the normal amount is nothing like what goes down my throat with George. George is like the fountain of youth and I swallow and swallow and swallow his thick spunk, as he calls it. The first time he came in my throat, he clamped his hands on the back of my head, but not this time. This time he held my head tenderly and I sucked him dry. I felt like I had drank half a glass of warm thick and salty milk and I licked him clean for another couple of minutes. It is now very late and I curl up next to him and am quickly in deep sleep.

Somewhere around 9am, I awaken and George is asleep next to me. His muscular body reminds me of a large black snake. So powerful and beautiful in the extreme. I run my hands over him and he slowly rolls over on his back. There it is in al of its glory. I try to measure it and come up with maybe nine inches, but it is very thick and fat and... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want to suck it. The other times he ejaculated in my mouth and then I cleaned him, but now, I want to suck it until it erupts. The thought hits e that I want to worship it and I chuckle. Yeah, I want to pay homage to it and offer it my mouth and throat. I want George in my life forever. I want to be his bitch; his love slave.

Two weeks pass and I haven't missed a church service and as far as anyone knows, nothing has changed. Robert makes no mention that I may not be home, or spend the night away and I find more magazines and then one day I find a used condom in the toilet. I had spent the last three nights with my lover and hadn't been home. Robert had sex in the house? With who? I can only imagine it was a teen boy as I don't know of any gay men in our church.

I strip down in the bathroom after flushing the toilet and look at the new tattoo George asked me to get. he paid for it and it is still sore. It is my first and It is so cute! It is what he called a "Tramp Stamp" with benefits. It is a beautiful Celtic rune and design and in the center is a pointed black spade with a Ying Yang of black and white and a capital Q superimposed over it. It is beautiful and George bought me a tiny black and very obscene bikini to wear when we go on a cruise together.

I haven't told Robert about the cruise or the tattoo and frankly, I don't care if he likes it or not. I've made arrangements with the church staff to cover the seven days I will be gone. I have the funds for the cruise and gladly book it in his name. I list myself as his wife. We leave out of Galveston and cruise to Montego Bay and Cozumel. I have no idea what a Swingers Cruise is, but it is the one George told me to book.

I am in love with George, although by all proper appearances, our interaction at church does nothing to give us away. We do not have sex in my office on purpose. My position at church and God's work is very real to me and I simply ask God to forgive me after a steamy night of sinful sex with my lover. It is the only way I can keep sane and make sense of my feelings for him. I continue to find evidence of my husbands homosexuality in our own house and he doesn't seem to wonder where I am or what I do. Our congregation is huge, numbering over a thousand members a service and he has announced that as soon as he is given the reins of leadership, we would be having two morning services ach Sunday to accommodate the many parishioners. He has also allowed me to take a leadership role in that I will no longer play the piano, but make house calls for those in need of prayer.

Since our marriage and his minor role, our salary went from fifty thousand dollars a year to a quarter of a million and I manage our finances, so it is nothing for me to book the cruise without him knowing anything about the cost. He doesn't even look up from his studies when I tell him that me and a few ladies will be gone for a week on a retreat. He simply waves his hand as if to say, "Can't you see I am studying?" This would have made me hurt on the inside before George came into my life, but knowing how he really is and his sexual deviance, I smile and leave him to study. What is so odd is how genuinely real he is with the church members. Women love him and quite often he will get hugs that border on indecency. I've witnessed it.

The Cruise

"Welcome to the world of swinging," George says, as we board the giant boat. I had no idea what this meant an hour ago before rubbing shoulders with another shocking couple, but I do note that everywhere I look are beautiful people and many are dressed for pleasure. What I mean is I see a lot of women are braless and in the case of one man, I can actually see the head of his cock at the hem of his short shorts. I point it out to George and he simply laughs. Maybe its because George's wonderful cock is fatter and maybe longer. All the men and most of the women eye me as if I am meat on a hook and at first I found this odd, wondering what their partner will do if they notice.

We get situated in our deluxe and very expensive cabin and George hands me a fruity drink. At the time I had no idea what alcohol tasted like but soon felt a very pleasant buzz in my tummy and shortly after that, I treated my lover to a solid round of fellatio. Fellatio is a term for sucking cock that George taught me and suck it I do. His dick is a two handed proposition and I found that if I suck his balls into my mouth and jack it, he will erupt like a volcano. I begged him to give me enough notice before her erupts so that I may drink it down. I love the taste of his cum and it is always a copious amount, regardless of how many times we have sex or how often.

Like I said before, George is the only man I've ever made love to and witnessing my husbands ejaculations, I always thought a man could do it once in a day and that is that. Not so with George. Give my man fifteen minutes and he can fill my mouth. Fifteen after that and I get another throatful. Our record so far has been four times in two hours. In that single session, I came over a dozen times and collapsed in a deep sleep, or George could have continued. He tells me I am the best fuck of his life and he makes me creamy every time he tells me, which is often.

Other than when I am doing God's work, which i am very sincere in doing, all I think about is pleasing my man. I think about fucking him and his hands on my hips. Because he is so big, we've learned to use a silicone lube and quite soon after we get started, he can fully penetrate me. It still hurts as he bumps my cervix, but soon it becomes a dull pain mixed with pleasure and my rolling orgasms stomp out anything negative. Its not uncommon for me to start cumming within the first minute or so and continue on as he power fucks me. Now when I say I have orgasms, I'm talking intercourse alone.

If he goes down on me, I almost pass out as I have trouble catching my breath. More than once, he thought I had fainted and I possibly did. Is it normal to have orgasms this powerful? I honestly don't know. George tells me they are "rolling orgasms" and he's only seen something like this in one other woman and he also said her experience was not as strong as mine. "A rolling orgasm is really just one episode that does not completely stop, rolling from one to the next and brings a woman to a state of intoxication. She is often unable to continue having sex due to physical and mental exhaustion."

"Is that why after you fuck me, I can't keep my eyes open?"

"Yea, that and the fact that one of our fuck sessions can last three to four hours," he said and laughed.

We stood in line for quite some time and both of us chatted with other passengers. Tina and Gene Sterner are from Michigan and flew down to Galveston on a sabbatical from their university jobs and according to Tina, they are looking for a real breakaway from the hum drum. I couldn't help but notice how the two of them kept touching both her and George. Just before they finally boarded, Tina whispered, "I've never been fucked by a black man. Does he have a large cock?"

Tina has a pair of breasts that appear to be back-breakers and due to the fact that I can tell she's not wearing a bra, they stand straight out, defying gravity. Her husband keeps looking at me and rubbing himself and her question takes me completely by surprise. She has no idea that we are not married and that I am a pastor's wife. Before I can formulate a proper answer, I blurt out, "Yes. Yes he does."

"Well you know how these cruises are. There is unwritten rules. Yes means yes. No means no and maybe means no until its yes. With your permission, I'd like to ride that big cock of his. I can tell Gene is all over you, so that's a yes and he has seven real inches of hard charging cock baby."

I am so dumbfounded, all I can say is, "That is up to George."

"What about you and Gene?" she says licking her lips. She's a pretty little thing. Those breasts belong on a woman eight inches taller than her."

"Have Gene ask me later," I say evasively and just then the line moves us aboard.

"Tina asked about your cock and wants permission to fuck you and on top of that, she had the audacity to tell me Gene wants to fuck me. Can you believe that?" I say and shake my head in wonder.

"Baby, you do know what kind of cruise this is, right?" he says and takes my hands in his.

"A swinger cruise is I guess just people having a good time, right?"

"It is that, but adults only and sex, lots of sex."

"We can do it five times a day if you want baby, you know that."

"It is a cruise where you expand your boundaries... with other people."

"What? Really? You mean me and Gene and you wouldn't care?"

"I didn't say that. What I'm saying is of course I care, but it has to be what you want."

"You would have sex with Tina?" I ask and never had one clue what this all meant. I am so naive and shocked at the implication that George would share me with another man. We are lovers and I am a church pastor's wife. I have morals.

"If you allowed, I would," he said and gave me a puppy dog look. I am such a people pleaser I immediately felt that to deny him anything would just break my heart. "You can watch if it will make you feel better."

His words somehow salves over the fact that it would not be my pussy he inside, but another woman's and a stranger on top of that.

"Come here baby. sit on my lap. I love you. have I ever told you that?" His words melt my heart and right now I would give him anything int he world that he wants including Tina. "What if I told you it would excite me to the highest level to see another an bring you to orgasm and that includes Gene?"

"Really?" I ask, searching his eyes.

"Really. Tina gave me their cabinet number and asked that after we get settled in, we come by to get better acquainted. so what say you? Do you really want to please me baby?"

"Oh god yes I do honey. Anything." I feel my juices forming and take another sip of the delishous fruit drink. "I want to shower first."

"Me too," George says and slips his finger into my pussy.

I squeal in delight and jumping up, I drop my skimpy clothing and step into the shower. Just then we hear the ship's massive horn blow and George announces we are under way.

Twenty minutes later I am trying to pick out a bra and panty set and George informs me "You will wear nothing under your clothes from this day forward."

"Do you mean on the ship baby?"

"Never again Tamara. From this day forward, you will be ready to give me access to your beautiful body at any given time." he isn't asking and I feel a rush of sexual energy blast through my loins and chest.

"Okay daddy."

What he picks out for me is so indecent, I simply stare at it and raise my eyebrows. "If I bend over or am not very careful, everyone can see my nipples and pussy honey," I complain weakly. George just chuckles and I note all he is going to wear is a Speedo type pair of cycling short, a ball cap, and sandals. His cock looks as huge as it is and is lying along his leg. It almost reaches his knee. I realize right then and there we are going trolling for sex and part of me is super excited and another part screams it is so heathen-like and sinfully wrong and I should say no right now.

George looks at me and sliding my right breast out the arm hole of my blouse, he sucks hard on the blood-engorged nipple. That is all it took to sway me in his direction. "I'm horny baby. Are you?"

"Fucking A, I am and I'm going to watch Gene eat your pussy while I fuck Tina's juicy cunt." George only talks this dirty when he is very sexually charged and I feed off it like a calf on it's momma's teat. My pussy spasms and I feel a little juice run down my inner thigh.

They are on a deck below ours and Tina answers the door buck naked and ushers us inside. Gene is sitting on the bed and in his hand is his erect circumcised cock and its wet. She looks at me and says, "Yes?"

The time is now and I look at George and he kisses me most passionately and I say, "Yes." I look at Gene and he's obscenely stroking his cock and in the flesh part of the head is a silver dumbbell pierced through with a little metal ball on each end. At the base of his penis is a little cylinder with a leather strap wrapped around and under his balls. He is not as long as George, but appears to be just as thick and as I watch, he touches one side of the cylinder and I hear it vibrating.

"Come to papa baby. I've wanted to slide my meat inside you the second I laid eyes on you." Tina giggles and as I step toward Gene, I see Tina drop in front of George and pull his erect cock out. Gene buries his face in my hairy love mound, which is furry in comparison to Tina's little strip of hair running up above her slit. Looking down I can Gene's cock bouncing with excitement as his tongue snakes out and touches my clit.

So help me God, I begin to cum. Maybe it is the alcohol, or the shear magnitude of sexual sin in the room, but I cannot stop shaking and Gene grabs my ass and leaning backward, he places both of my thighs around his head. "Oh fuck yes!" I cry out and George looks over at his lover. her head is back, eyes closed, and he knows she only says that word when she is deep in a powerful orgasm. She lasted 42 second. Tina is loudly slurping on his cock and in contrast to Tamara, this woman is a true cock sucker. Tina pulls back and looking up, she says, "Ready for a ride mother fucker?"

"You can take this big black cock?"

"Damned straight I can. Try to wear it out stud."

I finally am able to catch my breath and Gene lays me onto the small bed and just as he preparing to enter me, I watch George unceremoniously slide all 9 plus inches into Tina. Now, since we began with our love affair, I have screwed George maybe a hundred times and never once was I able to accommodate him that quick. now Tina is having a time with it, for sure, but he is slamming their thighs together like he is in a fuck race.

"You are the most desirable woman on this ship next to Tina," Gene says and he is handsome with perfect teeth and a heavy gold chain around his neck. His pubic region is devoid of hair, which makes his cock look positively vulgar and I love it. Wait until you feel my barbell and cock ring," he says and slowly parts my lips with the purple pierced head of his amazing dick. Seeing George is the only man who has ever entered my honey spot and the fact that what is happening is the second biggest sin of my life, I watch in fascination as his dick head slowly enters me. As with George, there is a moment of panic as it stretches me and then like magic, it pops inside.

"Oh fuck! I never in my life felt anything so amazing!" he grunts and breaths loudly.

"You okay baby?" Tina asks in between her own grunts and Gene nods his head and laughs. "Fucking tight pussy here, that's all. Immediately I begin to feel the vibrations of the ring and it sets off a series of mini-orgasms deep inside me as Gene slides all the way in with a loud, "Fucking hell!" If I had never had all of George inside me, that would have hurt severely, but I know that the pain that it did cause would begin to fade quickly and without thinking, I whispered in this strangers ear, "Fuck me sailor, fuck me good."

Everything about Gene was different than George and none of it was bad. He smelled great, his skin was bronze-colored and smooth. He lifted my legs up and smothered my eyes and forehead with kisses and I got the distinct impression this man was making love to me. I hungered for his mouth and begged him to kiss me and George looked over as he shot his first load inside Tina and grinned. later on he told me I look more beautiful than he had ever seen me and when Gene lifted up and tweaked both nipples, I came in a fluid blast, covering his sheets with my love juice. he never slowed down and after a bit, he asked if he could cum inside me.

"My mouth honey. I'm not on the pill." I guess this excited him even more, knowing he could impregnate me, because he suddenly leapt off me and began shooting his load all over my naked body. I jumped to my knees and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and caught the last three spurts of spunk. it was very salty and tasted kind of like celery.

"Oh fucking hell," he apologized. I had cum in my hair, on my breasts and arms and tummy and all four of us laughed for a good couple of minutes. George was laying n his side with his cock in Tina as they had finished about thirty seconds ago and Tina pulled away from George and began "cleaning up" my lover. I looked at Gene and he lifted his gooey cock and I did the same. I'll be honest and say that I love George's cum. I do not find it disgusting at all and Gene's was just as thick, but tasted different. I licked my fingers and his thighs and he scooped it off my face, hair and body and Tina and I both sucked it down and that's when Tina kissed me.

Tina didn't just kiss me, she kissed my mouth and sucked both nipples and I just laid back on the floor until I felt her hands under by butt cheeks. "She's going to go down on me!" My mind screamed and god help me, I lasted less than thirty seconds before I did what George calls, "nutted". I came, I orgasmed, I got my load, I nutted, I fucking creamed in her face! Tina not only ate me out, she drove three fingers inside my vagina and then, as i lay panting on the floor, she looked at George and Gene and they nodded in afirmation.

She slowing squatted over my face and once again, i failed as a pastor's wife... I ate her pussy. It was wonderfully erotic and she dripped my lovers cum into my mouth. I could taste it! "Suck it, Tamara. Suck my clit and labia honey. Oh fuck yes. That's it, that feels so fucking good. Oh damn! Oh shit. Oh, oh, oh fuck, I'm going to cum honey. You're making me fuc....cum! Oh fuccccck!" Tina's head is back and her large 36-DDD tits and flopping wildly above Tamara and both men are stroking their cocks in total voyeur mode.

Gene looks at George and asks if it is okay. "For you, but not for me, amigo." Gene doesn't hesitate and drops down and begins fellating George. Tina and I lay and watch. Believe it or not, George and I spend the rest of the day together lounging in our room and I drink a little too much wine. We made love missionary style with much kissing and caressing and it was so romantic.

Later that night when I ask George about him and Gene, he told me it was no different than what Tina and I did and it struck me as true. The combination of taboo sex, wine, and hormones was such a strong aphrodisiac that I all but forgot I was involved in the same debauchery. "If you remember, I did not reciprocate and he was fine with that. This is the way it works in the world swingers, honey. You never have to do anything you don't want and no one will complain. Remember that tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I ask and yawning, I lean in to the love of my life and drift backwards into an exhausted and heavenly sleep.

Day Two

"I love women and I love one in particular," George says and kisses my finger tips.

"Is that why you didn't go down on Gene?" I ask and can't believe I just said that. Despite what all has taken place over the last six months, I am still a very moral Christian woman and married on top of that. To think I would ask a man who is not my husband why he didn't suck another man's dick is totally insane.

"Yes. I have a very large penis baby. You may have noticed. I am in the top 1% of men in that regard. So the last thing on my list is penis envy. I like to fuck women and I love for them to worship my cock, right?" George is playing with my fingers as we drink coffee and his words are exciting me.

"Yes baby. I understand, I think, but did you ever try it?" I flush suddenly as a wave of hormones wash over me and George smiles.

"My woman wants to watch me suck a cock, does she?"

I smile and nod. We both laugh. "You are a wicked little bitch; I've give you that. Okay, I will make you a deal. I will find the right guy and see if he's game, but in turn, you have to submit to a blind request. You in?"

"Oh my honey! Oh my. That's scary. I don't know." I sit up and my heavy breasts swing side to side inviting his touch.

"You will have the option to say no."

"Really baby? In that case, I agree. Now, let's go get lunch." We slept in this morning and I am ravenous. We have no obligation to Gene and Tina and it was agreed yesterday that on a ship this big, we would be foolish to pair up so early. both Gene and Tina kissed both of us deeply and Tina even ran her middle finger up inside me before we left. George mentioned that she had a snapper.

I had no idea what that meant and he said it was rare in that a woman can actually massage your cock as you move it in and out of her. "It is like she has a hand inside her pussy and takes years to develop through exercises."

"Wow. Women will really do that?" I look at George for about ten seconds and he asks me what is on my mind. "This is not your first cruise is it, baby?"

"No, it is not. Tonight, you and I are going to visit two twin sisters and we will both get what we want, but now, let's eat and go for a swim."

An hour later, after donning our swim suits, we move to the top deck, passing many admiring glances and giving a few of our own. It surprises me when every few minutes a man or woman, or couple will call George by name and always with a smile. Twice we are invited to a cabin and both times by a woman. George politely tells them we have plans and both times, the woman gives him their cabin number. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a strong sense of jealousy. All of the men and women we meet appear to be in terrific shape and although i do not exercise like I should, George tells me my body doesn't show it. My tummy is nicely rounded and my waist is tiny, which make my hips look bigger than they are and well, my breasts hare big by any standard.

George looks at me and says, "Take you top off Tamara. There is no need for it her and your bottoms too." I look around and quite a few sun worshippers are wearing tiny micro bikinis and a few are topless, but none are bottomless.

"Are you sure, baby?"

"I'm sure. I want people to see my trophy girlfriend in all her glory and with all these bitches waxing their pussies, I want them to see what a real woman looks like." He is not asking me if I want to take my suit off, he is telling me and I comply and lower my sunglasses over my eyes. "Now, open your legs."

It takes all of ten minutes before every single person at the pool is naked. Sex is normally allowed in "Fuck rooms", but we witness a beautiful blonde begin to suck the dick of a gray-haired man with a younger man's physique. The man's wife or girlfriend sits next to them and smiles and drinks a beverage, while jacking off the man on the other side of her. George looks at me and tells me my tits and hairy pussy started this. We sit and watch as more and more people begin engaging each other and finally a tall and muscular surfer dude with long blonde hair walks from the far side of the huge pool right up to me.

From my vantage point, his cock is so large, the head is hanging out of the bottom of his suit and it comes to his knees. I look at George and very subtly shrugs. The man doesn't have eyes for anything but my chest and almost arrogantly tells me to follow him. Being the people pleaser I am I start to rise when I see George's face. I immediately sit back. The man is about 20 feet away when he realizes I am not behind him and he turns and signals for me to come, as if its a command.

George grins at the man and shoots the finger at him. The guy laughs and walks off, getting the message that either the black man, or the foxy chick is not interested. "I know that guy's reputation. He likes to hurt women."

"Thank you baby. I didn't want to go with him, but I didn't know how to say no."

"Just shake your pretty head no, doll face. If my lady wants to fuck or suck a man besides me, I want you to be safe about it." George looks around like he is talking about the weather and I giggle. How my life has changed since I met him! Just then George lowers his sunglasses and stares. Across the pool two very attractive black females come strolling into the pool area and both are sporting very large breasts and nice curvaceous hips and booty's.

"Who are they baby?" I ask.

"The Jamaica twins and hopefully our dates later on tonight."

"Jamaica twins"?

"Yup, Carla and Carrie Jamaica, but their name is misleading. They are Cuban Americans from Miami and high dollar escorts. I've only heard of them. On the ship, they play for fun, so there is no need for money. Why don't you ask them to join us and I'll get drinks?

Well, my deep experience as a pastor's wife makes it easy for me to meet new people and without urging, I stand and walk over toward them, as naked as the day I was born. Of course I am hiding behind my sunglasses, or I couldn't have hid my insecurity. The two are strikingly beautiful with only a subtle hint of make-up. "Hi, I'm Tamara and my guy and I would like to invite you over for some drinks." I point at George and he flashes his dazzling smile. The sisters are close to my height and have bodies to die for and they hesitate for just a second and follow me back to our table. "This is George."

My lover tells them he knows them and says their names and we are both surprised when Carla giggles and tells him they know him by reputation also. All four of us sip our drinks and we chat for a spell and agree to meet in their luxury suite around 10pm. As they walk away, George rubs his cock and grins at me. He eases forward and standing, he walks off. I have no idea here he is off to and I bask in the warm air and drift off, perfectly comfortable in the nude with people all around me.

What seems like mere minutes is actually over an hour and George sits down beside me. "I'm horny. Let's go back to our cabin and fuck." I stand and grabbing my suit, I ease back in the bottoms and follow him. Seeing all the hung men and beautiful women has me in an excited state as well and George is walking stiff-legged like his cock is directing his feet. "I guess you wonder where I went," he leads.

I don't say anything. I'm not his boss, if anything, it is the other way around. "I went window shopping for a man with a cock I might be interested and I chickened out. I did see some mighty fine pussy though, but all I could think about was my girl's fine bush." He said those last words as we stepped inside our cabin and we began immediately, but not before George propped open our cabin door. I raised my eyebrows at that and he smiled. Let's share what we have together baby.

Now we have port side windows and if anyone is going to travel the deck on this level of the boat, they are going to pass our door. George lays back on the small divan so that is is sideways to the door and invites me to dine on his delicious meat stick. I no sooner lower my lips over his purple warrior and two women stop at the door and smile. George invites them in and they are the spitting image of each other, only twenty years apart. Both are lookers with large fake tits that must have cost a fortune, as they look natural. "My god, Mom, look at that big fucking cock!" the daughter exclaims.

"He is twice as big as your dad baby girl," Mom says and it almost sounds like she slurped out the words. I just suck and jack my favorite cock and slobber runs down his pole. George is staring at the two hot blondes and he loks at me and asks if I am in the mood to share. The pair are in matching bikini's and mom drops to the floor beside me and says, "May I honey?" At this point in my sexual awakening, I find almost nothing too wild and I sit back and stare at the daughter. She points at her self and says Natalie and that's my mom Gwen.

Gwen is sucking off George like she's being timed and I reach over and undo the tie string on her top and bottom and pull it away. Like me, she has a full bush of dark hair, telling me their hair is blond by design. Natalie and I watch as she is attempting to deep throat my lover without success, but she gets an A for effort. With each stab, she makes a gagging gurgling wet sound and George grabs her head and commands her to slow down.

Natalie takes her place behind me and resting her head on my shoulder, she begins softly caressing my breasts, paying special attention to my brown nipples. "Their natural?" she asks and I say, "Mmmm, yes. That feels so nice."

"But they are so large and full and your nipples are to die for girl." With her left hand touching my nipple, she dips her right hand into my bikini bottom and lightly strokes my clit. "I like girls... a lot." she says and kisses my neck.

"Take a deep breath Gwen. got it, now swallow," George says and he slides his entire cock down her throat until his hanging ball sack rests under her chin. he slowly pulls it back out and Gwen sits up and we all three high five her. "I've always wanted to do that to a man and now I just deep throated the biggest fucking cock I've ever touched. Oh please, just let me have some, okay baby?" she says looking at me.

Natalie is quickly bringing me off and right now I would give away anything. "Yes, please." Gwen moves up off her knees and hovers her pussy hole over George's swollen cock. George grabs her hips and slowly lowers her onto his man meat.

"Oh my fucking go... ahhhhh! Gwen suck in air, expanding her two large tits to the bursting point and then drops in another three inches. She is blowing hard over and over and a sweat breaks out on her forehead and between her tits. She lifts up slightly and then saying, "More, more, more, oh yes!" she drops down until all but an inch is inside her. "Oh my fucking god! I can't I can't. I have no more to give! No more..." and then she began to cum.

And I did too.

And so did George.

Natalie smacks my pussy repeatedly until i have no more juice to expel and standing, she throws one leg over my shoulder and slides her pussy right into my open mouth. The move is so smooth, I have no doubt I am not her first lover in this fashion. And lick, suck, and finger her I do. Right now its pussy I want and I would never have believed I would be like that.

Well, both George and I got a nut, but not with each other and afterward, we shower and take a nap. We want to be ready for tonight.

The Jamaica twins

The crazy thing about being on a boat this size, is we haven't seen Gene and Toni a second time. I have no idea how many people are aboard, but it is a lot. After a pleasant nap and a shower, we dress more formally, which basically means heels and a dress sans underwear and with a little bit of jewelry, we head for the music venues. I never learned to dance, but I am a fast learner and an avid Zumba student and soon, George and I are laughing and having a blast. There are enough hormones afloat in this room to keep the ship from sinking and repeatedly I feel hands groping me. It is erotic and exciting and I see George is getting his feel of flesh also

He stops me from drinking more than two glasses of wine and makes me drink two glasses of water before I get more wine. I am laughing and moving my hips so that my bare bottom and kitty are visible to all... just like the other vixens. I feel so wonderfully sinful and my juices are flowing. Twice I go to the bathroom and mainly to wipe myself. I imagine if these men could smell like a dog, it would be pussy everywhere in this dancing floor. I swear I can smell pussy and not just mine. I've had my face buried in what George so vulgarly calls "cunt" twice in two days and it is a heady and amazing scent. No wonder men are pussy crazy. I admit to myself that I love it. It's not hard cock, but it will do.

George leads me back to our cabin by 9:30 to freshen up for the Jamaica twins and I change into a little number that is not much more than a tiny slip and heels and we head out for their luxury cabin up above ours.

Carrie greets us in a tiny pink dress that has almost enough material to cover a chessboard and she kisses me on the mouth while softly probing between my legs. "Hey baby. We've been waiting for you." I suck in my breath, not really ready for the intense rush of her presence. We are eye to eye in height, but she is so much larger in life than I and my eyes close momentarily as I struggle to gain composure. She whispers in my ear while kissing my neck, "I am going to eat you alive baby girl and then I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."

George is more experienced than I and handles their giant presence with ease. Carla opens his pants and pulls out his cock and says, "Carrie baby, he has a big one honey!" her nails are long and painted black and both have very dark exotic make-up, making them almost appear to be a sexy alien or Indian or something. Whatever it is, it works in spades and that is when Carrie sees my queen of spades tattoo on my right butt cheek. "Oh look Carla, she is black owned and we are black indeed."

Carla is busy sucking Georges throbbing cock and she wasted no time applying lubricant so she could stroke his monster dick. I look over at George and he's leering quite vulgarly at me, as if to say, "Can you fucking believe I am getting this from this choice piece of ass?"

Carrie strips my dress away and drops her. She has a very prominent mound between her legs and she kisses me from head to toe before settling on my arroused large brown nipples. I cry out as her fingers find my pussy and I begin to cum. Carrie screams with deliught, priding herslf on how fast she brings me off, but all I can do is shake and convulse. My orgasm is so strong it takes my breath away and I sit down, breaking our connection and fall backwards on the bed. Carrie is on my like I was a baby she dropped and buries her face between my legs. I can't stop cumming and I scream out and thrash on the bed, unable to catch my breath and suddenly go limp and don't move. Carrie sits up with a look of shock on her face and George, himself on the verge of the first of many orgasms tonight winks. "Giver a minute babe, she's blanked out on you."

Carrie watches as this beautiful woman under her suddenly gasps for air and sits up on her elbows before falling onto her back. her hips are jerking and twitching and she shakes and quakes for over two minutes while Carrie laughs. "Wow, fucking wow! i thought i had seen everything a woman can do in orgasm until this jewel." George is grunting out Carla's name as he ejaculates down her throat. On this cruise every single passenger had to provide a current STD screen or they were not allowed aboard. The real fear will be pregnancy if they take seed vaginally. No woman has ever got knocked up by swallowing cum.

Both George and I have now been christened by the twins and its time they got theirs and we both got educated on their special talents. The sisters dim the lights and we sit down and smoke what they tell me is hashish. wow, after I coughed for a solid minute, my brain entered into a state of absolute wonderful and serene paradise and then Carrie begins to kiss and make love to me as does Carla and George. She plays with my breasts as do I hers and she urges me lower until I help her out of her panties and then... up pops about a seven inch cock, hanging balls and all.

My hash fogged brain causes me to giggle and I look over at George and he has Carla's cock in his hand and as he looks at me, he smiles and drops his head into her lap. "Come on baby, climb aboard, Your lover needs some pussy." I do as she asks and like my lover George, she is thick and hard and I ease her cock head into my tightness and like the others, it snaps over the head. Carrie's eyes go wide ad she giggles like the woman she is. "Oh my honey, you are a real keeper. I would like to come home to you every night baby. Look, forgive me, but you are so delicious, I can't wait. Momma needs to nut."

With that, Carrie rolls me over on my back and hiking my kegs back, begins to give me some serious dick. Again and again she slams balls deep into me and we strike the meat over privates and I cum thinking about how feminine and beautiful she is. Carrie is lost in love making and hash and she barely notices the woman below her has again went limp as she slams deep into her cunt. it strikes her she is the best piece of ass she's ever experienced and even as she dumps about a quarter cup of cum inside her uterus, she wonders if she can live without her.

I come back from the void with Carrie wrapped over me kissing my mouth and lips and telling me i am the most wonderful lay she's ever experienced. "She's what?" Carla says. She just ass-fucked the black man and shot it full of hot sperm and he is washing it out in the bathroom. "OMG, baby girl. you have simply got to fuck this one. Her pussy hole is so tight, it's like sticking your dick in a thimble and then it pops through. She is the best fuck I have ever experienced. How was George?"

"Ha ha! George just lost his ass cherry baby and he came hard, on the bed in front of me. Look." There on the bed sheet is a large puddle of cum that is indicative of a prostate release. men's cock usually do not get fully erect when enjoying anal intercourse, but cum due to the prostate being stimulated and George ran out a cup full. "Oh, he liked it alright. I know I did. I'll let you have him next. We have a lot of hash and wine and the night is young and I'm fucking horny as hell."

I sit up and my pussy is leaking all over the bed. My eyes are fuzzy and I have to pee. Carrie leads me like a child to the bathroom and pee and fluids pour out of me and I stare stupidly at the milky mix of fluids, not comprehending what I'm seeing. In my intoxicated frame of mind, I taste the inside of my mouth expecting the salty mix of saliva and sperm and come up empty. here baby, have a drink and hurry, momma's got to pee too," Carrie says and I stare at her half hard cock and laugh.

"How can a woman look so feminine and beautiful and have a penis?" I ask and she giggles and tells me her and her sister are hermaphrodites. I have no idea what that means and she takes my hand and slides my fingers under her balls and "Oh my god! is that a vagina?" I ask, not believing what I'm feeling.

"It is baby doll. We are both men and women and this is just one reason we command the price we get when rich men and women visit us in Miami."

"Wow. I am so totally ignorant of all this. People pay you to have sex?"

"Oh honey, you are too cute? Where do you come from and do you have an occupation?"

I am suddenly ashamed of myself and it shows and she kisses my face and hugs me, telling me I don't have to answer.

"George is the first man I've ever really made love to, Carrie. I am the wife of a pastor in a very large church in Houston, Texas and I am in love with him. he is our church janitor." I epected her to laugh at me and him, but instead she pushed me away from the toilet and kissed my nipples, even as I heard her peeing.

"You pee sitting down?"

"Yes, both of us have the plumbing to pee through our vagina. Only cum, comes from our penis's, weird, huh? By the way, I came in your pussy."

"Oh my god, no Carrie! I am not on the pill!"

She laughs and tells me she has a pill I can take in the morning. "Your sweet cunt will get a lot of refills tonight baby girl. It's just now 11pm and my sister wants to do you next. To be honest, we share everything, but I want to steal you from her and George. I am awestruck by you and that is real." Carrie, who is a cut above beautiful kisses me long and low and if I have ever felt a tender more erotic kiss, I cannot recall. She looks into the depths of my soul and asks if I would consider moving to Miami. "I will take care of you baby."

George is listening and he hands Carrie the hash pipe and his lover a glass of wine. The look on Tamara's face is one of sexual bliss and contentment. The poor thing is deep inside the arms of the magic of sex, something she's never known and George realizes he is on the verge of losing her to the twins. If she is seduced by Carla, he will lose her for sure. Turning away, he slides his finger down his throat and triggers a gag reflex and immediately vomits.

This changes everything and he apologizes and begs off, asking Tamara to escort him back to his room. He's had too much wine and hash anyway and is feeling it. Of course they understand and looking into his eyes, I see my man in distress. It's now a bit after midnight and we slowly dress and walk the four hundred yards of turns and arrive at our cabin with amazing recovery. I am so happy for him and we drink another glass of wine in celebration.

George looks at me and I see something I never saw before. "What is it baby?" I ask and take his hands and hold them on both sides of my face. George searches my face and whispers.

"I want to leave the ship baby. We will be in port tomorrow and I have connections. We can catch a military hop back to Houston." his confession is fright with caution and I stare into his eyes for a long ten seconds.

"If you say so baby, I am with you."

Back in Houston

"What happened back there baby?" I ask George, shortly after he made very tender love to me in my marriage bed. At this point I don't even care if Robert walked in on us. I have been to the edge of heaven and back and my asshole of a queer husband isn't even a concern to me right now, just this wonderful man. It's the first time I broached the subject since we got back three days ago.

"I was going to lose you to the Jamaica twins baby. I could see it, even if you couldn't. My god, I was falling under their spell as well. Do you realize men and women pay them ten thousand dollars an hour and fifty for just one night and that is just one of them?" I draw in my breath sharply and remember Carrie looking into my eyes. For reasons I can't explain, I begin to cry.

Three years and counting

I haven't seen George in four months and hopefully, he will not return. I could not leave Robert and the church and he moved to Georgia on a job he could not refuse. Once he was gone, I was able to reign in my libido, well mostly. I still masturbate and sometimes furiously, but all in all I am doing good. I am fasting again to redeem myself and spend hours and hours on visitation.

I rarely see Robert other than at church where we continue the facade of a happily married couple and he is rarely at home. Its okay. My abstinence is my cross to bear and I only ask that I can once again gain good graces with my Lord.

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