Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3

Christianity and sex; and kinky sex.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.

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Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too.

"So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?"

Cathy was tucked tightly into Sam's side, her hand idly playing with his chest hair again. They were lounging, basking in their post-coital bliss, comfortable and relaxed.

"You know, I didn't realize I would until you told one, but, yeah, I really like it. I've, always kinda had a kink for it."

"Oh really?" Cathy's ears perked up at the use of the word kink. Sandy was right. Everyone has desires, everyone has a past, it's just a matter of coaxing it out of them. "Tell me more."

"Well," he started, pausing to acknowledge he was about to tell his wife something he never shared with anyone. "It started in high school. I knew a lot of girls, but I was the non-threatening guy friend, so, they started to tell me things."

"What kind of things?" Cathy asked, her interest piqued.

"Hook ups, first times, dirty things they did; everyone is experimenting at that age, and wants to talk about it, but it can be embarrassing, so, I was someone they could talk to with no judgment."

"Did you get details?"

"Oh yeah."

"What's the dirtiest thing they told you?"

"Hmm" Sam thought back through multiple years of stories and confessions. He felt his cock twitch as long dormant memories came flooding back. "Well, I remember Sherry Macklewait."

"She was in your class?"

"Yeah, we had algebra together and were friendly."

"What'd she tell you?"

"Well she was rather, well endowed."

"You mean she had big tits?"

"Yes, she had big tits," Sam chuckled at his own lewdness, "huge. She got teased for them when she was younger, but as we got older the teasing continued but was clearly turning into jealousy and lust, you know?"

"Yeah, I do." Cathy said, reminiscing herself, "I knew a girl in a similar situation. All the girls who were teasing her were jealous, and all the guys teasing her just wanted to fuck her."

"Exactly. She got self-conscious about it, so she was pretty conservative with them, even with the guys she would date. She didn't want to give anyone any ammo."

"A girl who won't show her big tits to anyone? This isn't very dirty, Sam," Cathy playfully chided.

"I know, I know, I'm getting to it," he chuckled. "So she's telling me about how pervy the guys at our school are, and I'm asking her questions, and then she lets slip that 'the only guy who's ever seen them is Tyler.' I don't recognize the name. I start wracking my brain trying to think of a Tyler, but I don't think our school has one. So I keep digging"

"Older guy?" Cathy says, the thought sending a tingle to her loins.

"Well, Sherry had a best friend named Skylar, who had an older brother named Tyler who went to a nearby university."

"Skyler and Tyler? Gross."

"Yeah, I know. They had known each other for a long time, and Sherry always had a crush on Tyler. And I mean, despite all the teasing about her breasts, she was still a horny 18 year old girl; she knew she was stacked and wanted to show someone, just not the guys at her school."

"I see where this is going,”

"So one night at a sleepover, she and Tyler found themselves alone talking after everyone else went to bed and, she opened her shirt and took them out for him."

"She just whipped them out?"

"Yeah, she said he never asked, never teased her, that's why she wanted it to be him."

"That's very cute, but it's hardly dirty."

"Well after she took them out, there was kind of this stunned silence, and then Tyler opened his pants and pulled out his, well, considerably large dick."

"How big?" Cathy exclaimed, not even trying to hide her excitement now.

"I don't know, perv," Sam said, laughing, "she just said it was huge."

"And so they,”

"No, actually. He started to stroke himself, and she sat there, mesmerized. She was so turned on, she didn't know what to do, so she was kind of frozen, just watching him pump his shaft while he looked at her breasts."

"She just watched?"

"Yeah, until he started to grunt and he stepped toward her. She said she didn't know why she did it, but she put one in each hand and lifted them up toward him, like presenting them for him, and then he,”

"He came on her tits?" Cathy was really into it now.

"Exploded, she said. Thick and sticky, all over her chest. And they never even touched each other."

"That's pretty hot, but in the grand scheme of dirty things,”

"Well the dirty part is what happened after. They heard someone coming and got spooked, so he tucked himself away, and she closed up her shirt, right on top of all that cum. She went back to the sleepover and spent the rest of the night lying next Skylar with a chest-full of her brother's jizz."

"Was she grossed out?"

"Actually no, that's the thing. She was insanely turned on. She couldn't stop thinking about it, so it turned into a thing. Anytime she was sleeping over Skylar's, or over there for any reason, if Tyler was home the two of them would sneak off, never even touch each other, he'd jerk himself all over her tits, and then she'd spend the rest of the night with his cum secretly all over her chest."

"Oh, damn,” Cathy mused, taken by the tale. "Did they ever do anything more?"

"Nope, she didn't even touch her first penis till she was a sophomore in college, but anytime those two were together, she'd leave with a sticky chest."

"Wait, when did she tell you all this?" Cathy said, doing the math.

"College. We kept in touch after high school, and got pretty comfortable telling each other stuff. She even, never mind" He stopped with a giggle

"What, what! You gotta tell me!"

"Well years later, when Skylar got married, Sherry was her maid of honor. It had been years since she and Tyler had seen each other but,”

" But?" Cathy was hanging on every word

"but before the ceremony the two of them apparently snuck off and re-lived their youth a bit."

"At his sister's wedding?"

"Yeah; and according to her she spent the entire ceremony, and gave a toast in front of everyone, with Tyler's cum all over her chest beneath her dress.

"Oh wow." Cathy paused to take it all in. "And they didn't even fuck at the wedding?"

"Nope, they were both there with other people," Sam laughed.

"Oh my God!"

"Amazing, right?"

"Totally." Cathy paused. She looked down at Sam's cock. It was spent, but there was a little extra thickness to it; recounting the story definitely was a turn on for him, as much as it was for her to listen. She wondered if Sam was jealous, if he wished it was him cumming on Sherry's tits. "So these girls told you some pretty wild stories, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Sam smirked at the memories.

"What did you tell them in return?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're telling me these girls just spilled their sexual guts to you and you never told them anything in return?"

"Honestly, I don't think they ever asked! Besides, I didn't have anything to tell them; you know you were my first."

"I know," she said, winding up to dig a bit deeper, Sandy's words echoing in her head, "but there must have been something you could have told them."

"I went to a Christian college!"

"Oh come on, Sam, I went to Catholic high school, and I have plenty of things I could tell you." She stopped short, wondering if that was too much, but was reassured when she saw his cock flex out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, I mean,”

"Yes?" Cathy held her breath; there might have been a story after all!

"There was, one thing,”

Cathy's cunt began to tingle.

"So you're not entirely wrong," he began, "my school wasn't just a bunch of chaste virgins with their noses in bibles."

"Of course," she said with a wicked smile.

"Freshman year I had this friend who lived across the hall from me named Jess."

"Oh, what'd she look like?"

"She was cute; Auburn hair, short and curvy, big personality."

"And you were into her?"

"Actually no, not at all. At leas