Holy Communion.

Even after having just cum, Spencer found his appetite still hadn’t diminished.

“I think we’re both just getting started,” Spencer told Jessica as she climbed down off his cock. His cum had been sprayed so deep inside her that it didn’t start to well out just yet.

Her dark skin glistening with a fine layer of perspiration, Jessica Wolf knelt down on her side next to Spencer. “Great! Another appointment next week would really do wonders.”

Spencer’s cock hadn’t shrunk that much after his orgasm and retained most of its stiffness still. “I was thinking something a bit sooner.”

Jessica’s eyes followed where Spencer’s were going. She was more than a bit shocked to see him still engorged. She was used to the men she’d seen being a one-and-done experience. “How much sooner?” she asked hoping for what Spencer’s next answer would be.

“Like right now.”

As Spencer spoke, he placed his hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushed her firmly down towards his cock. She flowed accepting his command and turned so that her face ended up in Spencer’s crotch. Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck it in long slow motions of her neck.

Danielle couldn’t watch any longer. She stared glued to the scene occurring across the road, camera in hand. She matched the movements of their bodies with the strokes of her oversized dildo until she too had climaxed in time with the couple. She couldn’t hear them at such a distance but knew the unmistakable signs of two lovers reaching nirvana together. She’d prayed that it would stop then and she could put this torturous ordeal behind her. Her heart was in her throat when Spencer pushed Jessica’s head back down onto himself and started fucking her face. With the greatest outpouring of willpower Danielle could manage, she closed the curtains to the street and retreated to her bed and to her tears.

Tears likewise streaked Jessica’s face but they were from the **** strain of having Spencer’s enormous cock thrust all the way down her windpipe. She had next to no gag reflect. It was one of the ways she’d got the moniker Goddess, as in Throat Goddess. Still, Spencer’s large prick tested the limits of her lung capacity just then. White, frothy drool coated the base of Spencer’s shaft as Jessica again hovered herself down along Spencer’s tool. Hunkered up on her hands and knees to suck Spencer’s cock properly, his creamy white seed had begun to drip and trickle back out from her pussy and was starting to form glistening trails from her snatch down to her knees. The spread was made worse when Spencer started to smear it all over her pussylips as he drew circles with his thumb against the Goddess’s throbbing clit, his fingertips probing her tight little black anus too.

Reaching down with his right hand, Spencer took a big bunched handful of Jessica’s hair and pulled her face up and off his cock. He had more than recovered his iron hardness by now thanks to Jessica’s divine oral skills and was eager to be back inside her. One thing he had always noticed about the fit gym teacher was that she kept herself in impeccable shape. She had an arse to die for and what better way to see it in all its glory than bent over from behind with his cock sliding inside her pussy Spencer thought.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Spencer said commandingly.

“Ooh yes, Spencer! Give this Goddess what she needs,” Jessica moaned as she got quickly in position.

Jessica’s pussy was a puffy pink slash in between her dark ebony groin as Spencer brought his cock to bear. His crowning head was deep purple as he edged the gooey folds of Jessica’s womanhood apart. Jessica’s lubrication and Spencer’s earlier spilt seed eased his cock passage back inside her. Wet squelching slaps began to sound inside Jessica’s bedroom as Spencer took hold of her from behind. Oh, how he loved to see the black woman’s ass shake as he fucked her. It was an experience of a lifetime.

“That looks so fucking incredible,” Spencer told Jessica in full appreciation.

“And it feels so fucking good,” Jessica echoed.

“Then don’t be shy. Make that cock yours. Cum all over it, Goddess!”

“Ooooww,” Jessica moaned as she started to push back against Spencer harder and with more drive than before. Her ass cheeks started to clap and twerk for Spencer’s thick dick in one long continuous round of applause.

Lord that girl can fuck! Spencer thought to herself as the radiant waves of pleasure made his head start to swirl. Blocking out any thoughts of the outside world, Spencer’s consciousness began to narrow as he focussed his attention on just a single point of reference. Jessica’s hot wet pussy as it thrummed all over his shaft.

Several long utterly pleasurable minutes later Spencer’s thighs began to shake. The ever-building sensations were pushing him towards his point of no return. He held Jessica’s hips in his hands as he worked his rod back and forth inside her at his final top gear. Unable to speak now, Spencer could only grunt as he erupted for the second time tonight. Rammed deep as could be, Spencer unloaded his shuddering flashes of spunk hard up against Jessica’s cervix. Her pussy gulped his cum in hungrily. The pulsing of Spencer’s orgasming cock causing Jessica to climax in symphony. Her spine curved nearly 90 degrees to accept his entire load as a supplication before The Goddess. A halo formed perfectly around the meeting point of their two bodies in total climatic unison.

Spencer lay back puffing and gasping for air. Sweat drenched his body and matted his hair to his scalp. Jessica was likewise just as clammy and damp, the combined outcome of their sex flowing uncontrolled from her desecrated holy shrine of a vagina. It took every remaining ounce of Spencer’s strength to rise up and look at the clock beside the bed.

“Shoot! The time,” Spencer huffed. It was getting close to 11 o’clock. He had been at Jessica’s for almost three hours. He needed to get home to Amy. And to sleep. And to shower.

“Spencer. Thank you,” Jessica panted reaching out feebly for his hand or any part of his body.

His arm found hers and they pulled each other together. “No, thank you. That was…” He could find the right word for what they just shared.

“Deific,” Jessica answered for him.

Spencer didn’t know the meaning of the word but its use sounded suitable enough.

“I’ve really got to…” he tried to ease his leaving on her. He didn’t want Jessica he was a hit-it-and-quit-it sort of person.

“Go. Of course. You’ve got to get home to Amy,” Jessica reassured him.

“She says to say hi by the way,” Spencer remembered to tell Miss Wolfe which made her laugh considering the circumstances.

“I don’t think we tell her about any of this,” Jessica said now that she was able to sit up. Upright she ran a hand back through her hair smoothing the sex ravaged locks back into some sort of alignment.

“It will be our little secret like we said,” Spencer agreed and hoped that the pact remained binding for all other people also.

In just a silk robe, Jessica hugged and kissed Spencer goodbye from inside the front entrance to her house. There was no one about to see Spencer leaving at long last, Danielle having gone to bed some considerable time ago.

On the ride home, Spencer’s mind should have been racing on Jessica, Danielle and everything in between but instead, a sense of quiet ease had overtaken him. He had an exceptionally busy day tomorrow but it was a worry that didn’t come for now. The tranquillity of his mind was soon matched by the sereneness of his body once Spencer was showered and into bed at his house. Tomorrow would come soon enough but for that night every hour that Spencer slept it felt like two. So much so that when he woke the next day before his 7 am alarm he felt younger and spritelier than he had for years.