**Mississippi Cumming**
By Blue P
**It was 7 AM on a hot July morning in Mississippi. Pastor Leon was gone. His Uber had just turned the corner carrying the man of God out of sight. He would soon be at the airport on his way to St. Louis. Ronnie, his wife, was sad. She hated it when her husband left Jackson to attend church leadership conferences. Sometimes she got to travel with him. Often, she found herself stuck at home bored and alone.**
As the first lady of the church, she understood how important it was to represent her husband honorably. But Ronnie’s was a complicated case. Pastor Leon, 30 years her senior, had saved her life. When he found her, she was a 21-year-old Craig’s List escort living a reckless life, as if she had no soul. What a difference 7 years of righteous living can make in a girl’s life.
From the outside Ronnie looked amazing, physically she was stunning. A long-legged beauty with full firm boobs and a fat ass to die for. Under different circumstances she might have been at least a contender for Miss Mississippi.
In her new life with Pastor Leon, she dressed so modestly that no one took noticed of her. Deep down, like Lot’s wife, she longed for her good old days. Turning tricks as an escort down in Biloxi was fun. She recalled the attention, but the unpleasant details she chose to forget. Perhaps the coke blunted the demeaning acts and humiliation she endured. Or perhaps the passage of time can turn bitter into sweet.
Still young, in her prime, she not only craved attention, but she also regularly required dick. She barely went a day without it since graduating from Natchez High School almost 10 years earlier. The young woman was seriously hot in the ass. After three days without her husband her seven-year itch was fitting to drive her mad.
That’s when her phone rang. It was Brother Oliver, the Sunday school instructor.
“Hello, Brother Oliver.”, Ronnie answered in her most feminine and charming southern accent.
“How, is everything Sister Ronnie? I figured I’d swing by and pick up that box of kid study Bibles. Pastor told me they were delivered to your home.” Oliver responded with an uneasy voice. Knowing full well that the pastor didn’t tell him to stop by the house to collect the box.
“Yeah, I see the box is here. Do you want to come for it right now Brother Oliver?” Ronnie speaking with a yearning voice. She was thinking please Oliver come and smash my box as she spoke.
“Good, good Sister Ronnie. I’ll be over there lickety-split.”, and with that Oliver hung up.
Oliver was an opportunistic scumbag, but he was also a coward. Ronnie figured if he offered her a fuck, she might not be able to turn it down in this heat, but it could end bad for both of them if Pastor Leon ever found out.
When Oliver rang the doorbell he didn’t waste any time. He asked to see the box. Opened it to be sure it held the “Kid Study Bibles”, he then grabbed the box, and he left in less than two minutes.
Ronnie was beyond disappointed by his failure to even attempt to charm her out of her panties. She cursed him out loud for a full hour once he’d gone.
By nighttime the Mississippi heat hadn’t broken. There was a full moon. Ronnie found herself taking a shower at 1 AM in the morning just to cool off, but also to finger her soapy pussy. She didn’t own a dildo. Pastor Leon didn’t like the idea. The only cock she has known for 7 whole years has been her husband’s.
Although she really tried to get herself off, all she managed to achieve was a hyper activated libido. Now she truly was a mad woman. The next thing she knew she was walking down the road. It was early, early in the morning.
Just after 2 AM a late model black Ford Mustang drove by her, and the driver slowed down and rolled down his window. It was a young man. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five Ronnie figured looking at his face in the moonlight.
She asked if he could take her to the Shell gas station down on California Avenue under the pretense that she needed to buy some cigarettes. Actually, she didn’t even smoke, although Pastor Leon did.
“Sure, I can. I’m going that way anyhow.” Said the clean-cut young man.
Ronnie quickly ran to the passenger side and jumped in, and they headed down the road toward the gas station. It was nearby. They arrived in three minutes or so. The young man rolled into the gas station and stopped his car at the door. Ronnie ran in grabbed 2 packs of Marlboro 100s, a couple cans of Coca Cola, 2 small bags of Doritos, and a box of Durex condoms.
When she stepped outside. The young man was no longer there. Ronnie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she began to do both. Then she noticed the black Mustang was parked on pump number 3, and the young man was patiently waiting.
“I don’t mind taking you back down California Avenue.”, he said to her calmly as she approached the driver’s side.
“You’re such an angel. God bless your heart.” she said.
The two youthful strangers exchanged smiles, as Ronnie handed the young man one of the cans of Coke after popping it open for him.
“Much obliged! Just what the doctor ordered for this heat.”, said the young man.
Then she passed him the bag of Doritos after opening it and removing a chip for herself. He smiled and helped himself to the chips while driving with just one hand on the steering wheel.
“Oh, my goodness! Look at what I’ve found. It’s a box of condoms!”, Ronnie said in a humorously sarcastic tone.
The young man just smiled. Shortly thereafter he pulled off of the road into the driveway of what was clearly a boarded-up home. He cut off the AC and opened his sunroof. Ronnie quickly figured out how to make the passenger’s seat recline.
In no time her tits were in the young man’s mouth, and they were both buck naked inside the Mustang. She worked the condom over his stiff young cock using her lips. A solid demonstration of her talents at sucking dick. The pastor’s wife was not thinking about her vows at all. The only thing that mattered, in that moment, was that she have her pussy hammered out well. She hoped that the young stranger wouldn’t cum too quickly.
As he entered her moist pussy hole, she began squirting all over his seats. He could feel the wetness, but he was undeterred. He was drilling it so well until all she could do was call on the Lord.
“Oh Jesus, Jesus! Take me, take me. I’m yours baby. I’m yours.” Ronnie shouted.
The stranger was young, and full of energy. He would not tire. He drilled Ronnie’s box so thoroughly that it seemed as though every drop of her feminine juices had flowed from her now swollen peach, and finally after several days of deprivation she was now satisfied.
“What’s your name?”, she asked the young man, while opening and removing a cigarette from one of the two boxes of Marlboros.
He turned and looked her deep in the eye and said, “My name is Leon.”
“Leon?” she repeated and smiled.
As she stared into his face, she realized that the young man was actually her husband in his youth. Gradually he morphed into her Leon, the pastor, right before her eyes. It was the most frightening experience ever. Ronnie flung open the passenger door and ran down the road naked until she reached home.
The moral of the story is that if your husband is away from home often, maybe a dildo is not the worst option.
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