**Trying something a little different here. This takes place a number of years before DoAHS, and focuses on how Christine's parents got their groove back. There's some familiar faces, but it you don't need to have read DoAHS to get down with this one.
Hope you enjoy, and thanks to everyone who's been enjoying the Diary of A Horny Student series!**
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It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv.
Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate...and found him quietly asleep.
Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced.
Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more IOUS than "oh my God"s.
In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all.
Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary since he was young.
He may have had more Christly perusits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old.
As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation.
He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds.
He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be EXTREMELY open.
He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her.
Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush.
Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the clean up much easier.
Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise.
He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air.
His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well up until his first night with his new bride.
Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her.
A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex.
An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well.
She was cumdrunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up.
She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her.
Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex.
Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path.
He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care--that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be THEIR first time, and that's what mattered.
When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes.
Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did.
Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet.
Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock.
It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him.
Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum.
He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special.
The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed--he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing.
The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat.
