Brad and Charlene

Hey babe, I was thinking about the pastor’s sermon about that passage from Leviticus.

The one where god tells us not to go up and down as a ‘tail bearer’ among the people.

Yeah, that’s the one.  It’s about gossip, isn’t it?

That was the theme of the sermon.

Well, what do you think he was getting at with all that stuff about gossip?

You put me in a difficult position there Brad.  If I tell you what he was getting at, then I’m gossiping.

Oh, come on, now you’ve got to tell me.

Do you promise you won’t hold it against me?

How can you even ask that Babe?

You have to promise, or I’m not going to tell you the gossip.

Fine, I promise.

Thank you.  Michael, the older one,…

The deacon?

That’s the one.  So last week after service he goes to the pastor’s house because he wanted to drop off the proceeds for the raffle.

To repave the church parking lot?

Exactly, so he’s excited because they sold enough tickets and they met their goal.  I guess they were worried about it.  Anyway, he bursts into the house, and he hears this moaning sound.  He thinks maybe someone got hurt.

Was someone hurt?

Well sort off, the sound is coming from the dinning room, and he can hear a woman’s voice like low and saying stuff that sounds bad.

Bad how?

He opens the door to the dinning room and the pastor is bent over the dining room table and his wife is, you know…

No, what?

Brad, she’s pegging him.

Pegging?   Charlene, what does that mean?

I didn’t no either (a lie), but I googled it, don’t do that by the way, or just be ready if you do.  So, it’s where a woman has sex with a man with a fake penis, you know, putting in his dairy-air.

Oh come on Charlene, that’s not real, people don’t do that sort of thing in real life that’s just pornographers and what not.

Hey, you asked for the gossip.  Anyway, they’re married.  I mean they can do what they want with one another.  I don’t really see what the big deal is.

You’re kidding right?  I mean that’s sodomy Charlene.  You go to hell for that.

I would defer to our pastor on the finer points of this, but I think the Bible forbids forcible sodomy and rape, God condemns Sodom in Genesis for trying to rape some male angels.  It’s the rape that’s the problem, not the sex.  But, I think I know how our pastor would interpret the text, you know, in light of things.

Well yeah, I mean maybe he’s not the best person to consult on something like this.

Or…  Maybe he’s just the right person.  God wants the marriage bond to be strong and the body of husband belongs to the wife, and vice versa.  He would know more about that than us.  I think he’s been married for like twenty years or something.

You’ve thought about this a lot.

I have.

You don’t want to do that to me, you don’t want to peg me, do you?

Not unless you wanted me to, but I do have some things that I would like that might be a little out of the ordinary, but what about you? Is there anything you want to try?

Brad’s cheeks turned pink. 

Well, I have always fantasized about the possibility of a different position.

Go on.

Well maybe once, if you’re game for it, and it’s okay if you’re not, it’s certainly out of the box, but-

Yes…

I’ve always wanted to try reverse missionary position. 

Reverse? Like, where I’m on top?

I mean, only if you’d be interested… 

Brad that’s quite out of the box.

I know!

And maybe, if it’s…nevermind.

What?

Well it’s quite filthy.

Maybe, when you’re in that position, you could unbutton your blouse. 

I think that’s quite doable.

Really? 

Yes. And I could just take it off, too.

Oh Jesus- really? Do you think the good lord would forgive us? For engaging in such animal manner?

Well that’s what we are, Brad.

Hmm.

I mean. I don’t have to wear a bra.

Why would you do that?

So that you could suck my nipples.

Brad’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open. 

It feels good, Brad. Really good.

But you… you’re not nursing. I’m not a baby. I don’t understand.

If you touch me there, I like it. A lot.

Even though you’re not nursing?

Yes.

Hmmm, I have found my gaze often to wander to your bosom. I have wondered why, and have quickly chased away such thoughts.

I think you would like it too, Brad.

If I’m being honest, that’s part of why I was hoping we could try this, um, new position. So that I could gaze at your bosom.

And now you can touch them. And lick them. And suck them.

Oh goodness, …. Wait, are you saying that I can do those things now, as in now-now?

Brad I don’t think God will mind if you feel my breasts.  I mean a doctor has to do that as part of an exam.  I’m closer to you then my doctor, so I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to feel them.

I don’t know Charlene.

It will be over my blouse, so it doesn’t really count.

Ok, ok, it doesn’t really count.

Charlene takes Brads hands in hers and draws them to her breasts do that he is cupping each one in his hands. 

Now squeeze them a little, feel them Brad.

Ok.

How do they feel Brad, do you like the way they feel?

I,… I really like the way they feel. Maybe, too much Charlene.  I, … I can feel myself getting aroused Charlene, I’m sorry.

Don’t be sorry Brad, remember this doesn’t count.

Oh, right it doesn’t count.

Now, Brad…

Yes?

I want you to kiss me while you do that.

Ok.

I don’t want you to kiss me like you have kissed me before, those little pecks.  I want you to open your mouth against my open mouth and I want you to put your tongue in my mouth and I want to put my tongue in your mouth.

Charlene, that sounds like the devil’s sex.

I think we should try it, and then you can pray on it.

Brad nod and moves his face close to Charlene.  He is tentative and uncertain what to do.  He looks expectantly at Charlene.

Close your eyes Brad.

He closes his eyes and Charlene leans toward him and touches her mouth to his.  Her tongue darts out to his lips and they yield to her.  Brad moans with delight at the sensation.  His tongue begins to explore her mouth. 

That’s good Brad, now I want you to take my nipples, one in each hand, and squeeze them between your finger and your thumb, and squeeze hard, don’t hold back.

Are you sure, I don’t want to hurt you.

That’s funny Brad, you can’t hurt me.  Now kiss me and squeeze.

Brad’s hands search Charlene’s breasts for her nipples, finding them he firmly squeezes them as instructed. 

Is something wrong, they seem to be gettting hard some how?

No Brad, it’s because I like it.  It’s getting me wet.

Wet? Charlene, did you spill something?

No, Brad, wet between my legs.

Your lady parts?

Yes.

Do you need to use the restroom?

No Brad, it means that I’m aroused.

It does?

It’s my body’s way of telling you that I’m ready for you. 

Ready for…?

Your cock. Or a finger. Or whatever. It means I want something inside me.

Charlene, I can’t put my cock in you, we’re not married!

If it’s not a cock, Brad, it doesn’t count.

It doesn’t count?

That’s right, it doesn’t count.  Now that you have me all wet, you’re going to have to put something in me Brad.  It would be quite rude to get me all hot and bothered and wet and not finish the job.  You’re not going to be rude are you?

I don’t want to be rude, I just don’t know…

Are you a quitter Brad?

No!

I didn’t think so, so what’s it going to be Brad?  What are you going to put in my pussy that’s not your cock.

I don’t know.

There’s only three choices: your finger, your tongue, or an object Brad.

An object?

So dirty, straight to wanting to stuff any old object in me, you pervert.

No, no I was asking, I don’t understand.

Ok, well it’s simple enough, it has to be something roughly cock shaped made out of a smooth material like metal or glass.  It should be clean.  Can you think of something? 

Oh!  I think I know something!

What is it?

Downstairs in the vestry, there was an ice cream social.

Ok.

All the stuff was cleaned up and put in the dishwasher.

What stuff did you have in mind?

Oh, sorry, I was thinking about the handle to the ice cream scoop.  It’s all metal, and like I said it should be clean from the dishwasher.

Brad, so deviant.

Do you think I’m a deviant Charlene?

No Brad, I meant that in a good way.  I think you’re very smart, very imaginative coming up with the perfect thing like that.  Now hurry along and get it.

Yes, Charlene.

Brad held in his hand a solid stainless steel scoop.  It was more than eight And a half inches long with handle that was tapered to a few inches thick at the bulbous hilt with small ribbed protrusions for finger grip. 

It’s still a little hot from the dishwasher.

Wow Brad, that’s something you’ve got there.

Is it too big?  I mean it’s much smaller than my member, so I figured it would be ok.

You’re much bigger than that?

Yeah.  Does that mean mine is, you know, big?

No.  Brad, just average.

Oh ok.  

But you know, that handle won’t just go in now.

It won’t?

No, you’re going to have to warm me up, all over again.

You mean like when I was squeezing your nipples and our mouths were making the devil’s sex?

Yes, like that Brad, to start, but then I’m going to need you to make the devils sex with your mouth and my lady parts.

What? 

You heard me.

Charlene, where in the dickens do you get such ideas? I don’t think two humans have ever even fathomed of something so unholy.

Brad, not only is it not an unusual idea, but in practice, it’s actually pretty common.

That can’t be true.

Oh, it is Brad.

I don’t believe you.

You know how I’m besties with Josephine?

Yeah.

And you know how she’s been with Elijah for a few years now.

Yeah.

Well she probably shouldn’t tell me these things, but she lets me know some of the things they get up to.

Like what?

Oh, heavens, I’m gossiping again. Well, at least this time I have an important purpose, and there’s no doubt that those two are very much in love.

Like us?

Exactly like us. 

So what were they doing?

Josephine told me that on her birthday last summer Elijah made a picnic for her.  They walked out on the meadows and there was no one around and they found a private place tucked in some low hills.  After they had the picnic Elijah asked her to lay down on the blanket.

You mean they fooled around out in the open like that?

Yes.  Apparently, he had her positioned on her back with her legs in the air with her stockings bunched up to her shins, her ankles crossed like a diamond while he fed on her lady parts like a starving animal.  Apparently, when Josephine looked down at him, Elijah’s entire face glistening with her grease.  And, she told me that while he was feasting on her, his hand was pumping her with two fingers.

Two fingers, in her lady parts!

Yes! Well, actually, no, Brad. One in her lady part. The other was in her- you won’t even believe it.

Where?

Brad, don’t be alarmed. But I will tell you. While he licked and pumped her lady parts with one finger, the other finger was in her bottom.

I bet he got in a lot of trouble for doing that to her.

I don’t think so.

You can’t just go around sticking you finger up a girls backside that’s got to be illegal or something.

It’s not illegal, or immoral, if she wanted him to do it.

There’s no way, she wanted him to do that.

Oh, I think she wanted it.  I think lots of girls like it.  I might like it…. Brad, you’re blushing, are you ok?

I just…. I just imagined, you know my mouth on your lady parts, and my finger up your backside, and I’m so ashamed Charlene.  I, I got aroused.

What do you mean Brad?

It feels like I got a length of steel rebar in my pants Charlene.  I know we shouldn’t talk about it, but all this devil talk has my member so stiff it hurts.

Brad, that’s okay.

It is?

Mhmm. We are just playing. You know, learning what feels good. I think maybe some of these things would feel really good.

But Charlene, I don’t know if we should do all this stuff, that my Johnson clearly wants to do.  I mean, I get what you’re saying, and we are in love and all, but it just seems sort of wrong, like, I dunno, like you’re Eve and I’m Adam, and us having devil sex with our mouths, and putting each other’s mouths all over each other’s bodies, and private areas, and Me with my finger up where the sun don’t shine, and things, all that stuff is like the forbidden apple.

I can tell you’re struggling with all of this Brad.  What if you didn’t have to struggle with it?  I mean, what if you had no choice?

I don’t understand.

Imagine that instead of Eve handing the apple to Adam, imagine that Eve tied Adam to the tree and forced his mouth open, and shoved apple slices into his mouth, and held his mouth closed, and pinched his nose, so that he couldn’t breathe until he swallowed the fruit.

Well that all sounds like torture or something.

Does it Brad?  If the apple tastes delicious, is it torture to have to eat it.  It might even taste better. He doesn’t get to choose to have it.

I don’t understand where you’re going with all this Charlene.  Why is Eve shoving fruit down Adam’s throat?

If Eve shoves the fruit down Adam’s throat, has Adam defied God?

I guess not, I mean Adam had no choice.

Exactly.

Do you trust me Brad?

I think so.

I am going to tie you to the bed Brad.

Wait, but if I know that you’re going to tie me to the bed, and, you know feed me apples, or whatever, aren’t I making a choice to put myself in that spot, and isn’t that the same thing as just taking a bite of the apple.

Brad, you have no idea what I’m going to do, so it’s not the same thing.

Well, that makes it sound sort of scary.

I just want to make you feel good, and I want to feel good too, so there’s nothing scary about that.

Charlene, what are you doing? That’s my sock drawer.

I know. I’m getting a pair.

Brad looks confused. 

They are for tying you to the bed, Brad. 

Oh, how’d you come up with that?

I’m resourceful, Brad.

Charlene holds up a pair that are black and green striped.  Brad gets on the bed, his feet stretched out to the foot of the bed. 

No, turn around. I have an idea. Charlene says. You’re going to have your wrists tied to the foot posts, so your head can hang off a little.

Charlene ties each of his hands to the posts as his head hangs off the bed slightly, exposing his neck and his bobbing Adam’s apple. She notes that Brad’s tented underwear has a small circular  pot at the top where the fabric appears to be damp. She smiles to herself, watching his erection twitch through his briefs. 

What about my feet?

I can tie those too.

You may want to. Just so it’s even. There’s a matching maroon pair you can use on my feet.

I love how eager you are, Brad.

It’s really my Johnson.

Charlene walks over to the bottom right corner of the bed. 

Okay Brad, you’re gonna need to stretch out your leg all the way so it can reach this post, here.

Brad timidly slides his legs more apart.

Like this? 

Yes, that’ll do. You have quite long socks Brad. These will knot quite nicely.

Brad moans as Charlene lifts his foot.  Charlene ties a not around his ankle. Brad whimpers. She can see his erection twitch more violently, and she gives it a stroke, over the fabric. Brad moans again.   

One left. Charlene says, tickling the bottom of his foot.  Are you comfy?

Brad takes in a sharp breath, as she begins to tie his last foot. His legs are splayed wide apart like that of an insect, his whole body making the shape of an X. 

Are you going to feed me the apple now? Brad whispers. Charlene hikes up her skirt, flashing her pink satin panties to him. 

Are you hungry Brad?

Yes.

Are you sure?

I’m starving.  So shiny and pink.

You haven’t even seen what’s underneath them, it’s also pink.

I don’t think I’ve ever loved that color so much.

Charlene laughs.

Charlene. 

Yes Brad.

I want to smell it.

Oh, do you?

Charlene gets closer. Brad lets his head fall back further and closes his eyes. Charlene spreads her stance apart, thrusts her hips forward, and rubs the pink satin of her panties against his nose. 

Mmmmmm.  It’s like when I smell your hair.  I love that smell, only stronger.  Charlene, I want to taste it.

Brad opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.  Charlene shimmies out of her panties and presents herself to Brad.  He licks his lips, his tongue wet with salivation.  

I’ve never seen anything like it Charlene.  It’s beautiful, only it makes me so excited, I don’t know what to do.

You don’t need to know what to do Brad. It’s about what you want to do.

Charlene moves closer to Brad.  He strains his head towards her as she steps to him, pulling taught the socks that bind his feet and hands. 

Don’t hurt yourself.

Charlene straddles Brad’s head.  She hold herself over him.  He moans.  It is guttural and animal.  She bends her legs, the muscles straining, as she squats onto his face.  Brad immediately laps with his tongue and sucks at her wetness.  His cock throbs against his white boxer briefs.  He lets out another moan as he releases.  The thick creamy liquid frothing through the fabric of his briefs.  

Oh, God, what happened Charlene?

Dear God, Brad, don’t stop.

Char- he manages to get out as she grinds against his face.

Yeah, Brad. More more. I know you want this naughty pussy to cream on your tongue. Fuck, yes. Mmm yes, so hungry Brad, aren’t you? So so hungry for this sweet. You want it? Yeah? Can you taste that-FUCK, oh fuck oh FUCK.

Charlene giggles, and steps back. A blissed Brad looks comatose, his mouth and chin slick with the wet.  She takes her pair of panties strewn on the bed and dabs Brad’s face dry. His eyes flutter open. He glances down at his wet groin and then back up at Charlene. 

I’ve made quite the mess, Charlene.  I know that this was the devil’s sex, but I don’t think God would have made it feel so good, if he didn’t want us to do this.

I think there’s lots of stuff God wants us to do Brad.  I mean, we never even got to the ice cream scoop.