His head shot forward, and he fastened his mouth over her moist, warm lips. She gasped and struggled against him, and then his tongue darted forward, pressing relentlessly against her lips, forcing them apart, sliding into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. His tongue flicked farther forward now, deep inside her mouth searching and exploring roughly and obscenely. She squirmed against him again, trying to free herself, but he pinned her down, and then, as suddenly as his tongue had crashed into her mouth, he withdrew it.

In a moment, his head had dropped to the small, ruby-like buds of her nipples, and once again his tongue shot out, to lick first one and then the other into a taut, quivering erection. Julie writhed beneath him, murmuring little protests, which only served to arouse the minister further. His teeth closed over the stiff little tips and he nibbled hungrily on them, while Julie moaned over and over. "Dear God… No… noo… Brad… stop it!"

The words fell on deaf ears. How many years had he waited to be satisfied to perform the sins he had dreamed about? Well tonight he would perform. Tonight, he would fuck his wife as she'd never been fucked before, and as she might never be fucked again. He lifted his head again and his face completely transformed into a mask of lust she'd never seen before, he let out a short obscene laugh as he gazed down at his wife's pale face.

He let his tongue trail slowly over her firm white breasts, then on down, over the slight swell of her naked belly, down toward the little patch of sparsely curling hair between her thighs. She arched her back, uttered another stifled cry, and pressed her legs close together. "Dear God, no!" she moaned. "Bradley, please! Not that!"