Catholic Kiss, Coffee Dreams

Christine and I were married five years ago. Our families were friends. We dated while we attended Catholic high school together. She was always sweet, modest and inhibited. We never went further than passionate kissing and a little groping through her clothes until our honeymoon but I could tell that she was very passionate under her prim and proper Catholic school exterior. I had to jerk off as soon as I got home from a date. It was tough but she was worth the wait.

Everyone was pleased when our baby boy was born eleven months after our wedding. I started pulling out and cumming on her stomach instead of inside her after that. Christine hated it because she almost never had time to finish and it made a mess of her and the bed. I hated doing it that way, too. I delayed pulling out a little too often and our little girl joined Our baby boy less than a year after he as born. We started to struggle financially. Christine agreed that we needed to be more careful and wait a while before we had another baby.

Her Mom gave her a pamphlet on the Rhythm Method, the only birth control permitted by the Church. She tracked her periods on the calendar, took her temperature every morning and figured out which week each month she was least likely to conceive. We were both awfully glad when it arrived! We probably could have made love during her period but she thought having sex then was dirty.

She wouldn’t let me touch her. I was back to jerking off pretty often and I wasn’t the only one having a hard time dealing with abstinence. I’m a light sleeper. I woke up numerous nights with Christine lying on her tummy facing away from me. The only time she lay on her tummy was during sex. Her slight, furtive, rhythmic movements, the slop-slop-slop sound of her fingers going in and out of her and her muffled sighs of passion and relief were a huge turn-on for me! I never let on that I knew she did it, of course. As I mentioned, she’s very shy. I used to pull her soggy panties out of the hamper the next morning, smell her scent on them, wrap them around my erection and masturbate in them.

We both enjoyed making love despite the guilt the nuns had filled her with. She got pregnant with Mary within four months after Catherine was born despite our only making love during her “safe” week. Limiting ourselves had been hard on both of us. Now, despite our increased financial problems, we happily took advantage of not having to worry about her getting pregnant.

We made love almost every night until her expanding tummy made it impossible. I suggested we try doing it “doggie style” when she got too large for the missionary position or rear entry (her preference because it was more modest; I couldn’t see her face during her climax) but she said it sounded disgusting and she didn’t want anything to do with it. Things got pretty tense between us after Mary was born.

I had to take a second job, and we were afraid to have sex although we both needed it badly. Even worse, Christine developed a liver problem. The doctor warned us another pregnancy would be dangerous for her. That scared us! I suggested that we use condoms and the Pill instead of the Rhythm Method. We’d be able to make love a lot more often and enjoy each other without worrying all the time. She folded her arms, shook her head and said she wasn’t going to lose her immortal soul for a little earthly pleasure. It was the Rhythm Method or nothing.

We were worried about the potential consequences but we made love every night during her “Safe Week.” We were nervous because we knew it might not be safe for us, as fertile as we are! Worrying spoiled it a bit but it was better than not having sex at all. Then the inevitable happened. We slipped one night and made love an extra night a few months after Mary was born. It was our anniversary. The kids were staying with her parents for the weekend. I’d bought her a beautiful, black silk teddie that set off her figure, which dieting and exercise had restored well.

That teddie was just sheer enough to let her nipples and thick patch of pubic hair show through. We’d each had a little more wine than usual, maybe a lot more, now that I think about it, and she was a lot less inhibited than usual. It was better than being on our honeymoon. We were more comfortable with each other. I unsnapped the crotch of her teddie and rubbed her labia gently until she was wet. She slipped the straps down her shoulders, freeing her breasts. She was still nursing Mary so they were nice and firm and her silver-dollar-sized nipples were milk chocolate colored. Her pale, bluish milk leaked onto my fingers while I played with her breasts.

She stroked my hair and pulled my face against her breast, urging me to suckle her. That was something we both loved since she’d guiltily admitted that having her nipples sucked aroused her tremendously. I suckled both her breasts slowly and gently, drinking her sweet milk while she played with my hair and whispered things that made me need to be inside her. I knelt between her knees, bent forward and touched her puffy labia with the tip of my tongue. I’d done it a few times before but she hadn’t been comfortable letting me put my mouth on her.

This time was different. She went absolutely wild! She grabbed my hair and pulled my face between her thighs. She wanted it! I gave it to her! I sucked and tongued her until she screamed and begged me to get inside her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long as aroused as I was so I put in two fingers instead. Christine’s vagina was very wet and loose. Most guys like it tight. She had been before she had Joe Jr. but I liked her loose the way she was now. We both liked that I lasted a lot longer because she was loose.

The tension gave me stronger orgasms too, when I finally ejaculated. She had her first climax as soon as I put another finger inside her and started to pump my hand in and out faster. She grabbed my hand, held my fourth finger against the others and put them between her labia. I’d never used four before! She had another climax, then another. I slipped my fingers out, pushed my thumb into my palm and pushed my hand slowly into her up to my knuckles.

She went absolutely wild! She pushed herself down on my hand and pumped her hips. It slipped right up inside her! Her vaginal muscles grabbed my hand and released it each time she had a moaning, screaming climax! I was damned glad the kids weren’t at home! I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my hand out and slipped into her. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back and met my thrusts, moaning and screaming every time she had a climax! I ejaculated into her when she grabbed her breasts and squirted milk onto my chest.

I don’t think I ever pumped so much semen into her at one time! We fell asleep with me still lying on top of her. That’s how we woke up the next morning. The sheet was soaked with our combined juices. I got off her, lay beside her and kissed her. Christine’s pale, blue-veined breasts were full of milk because Mary was still nursing frequently. She raised one to my lips then she lay with her hands behind her head while I suckled her. We talked about how much we loved each other. She usually wore one of the pretty nightgowns I’d bought her to bed.

Seeing her nearly naked in a pool of sunlight was terrifically exciting. I was hard as a rock for her! I put my hand between her legs and told her how badly I wanted to make love with her again. She said, “I need it too, Honey but we’d better not. We shouldn’t have let ourselves get carried away last night.” She went into the bathroom to douche with vinegar. I lay there for a while with a throbbing erection that refused to go down. I had just started jerking off when she came back.

She surprised me when she told me to go ahead and finish. She’d never seen me do it. She lay down next to me, naked and beautiful, and rubbed my inner thigh and nuzzled my neck. She exclaimed, “Oh, that’s so sexy!” when I ejaculated. As it turned out, we shouldn’t have wasted the opportunity to make love, but I cleaned up with a towel she drank a cup of coffee and we went at it again balls deep. We repented and I got a promotion!

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