In the bedchamber, Charles was again troubled by whether he was doing the right thing.

Sensing his discomfort, Laura moved to reassure him. “I really appreciate you agreeing to this, Charles.”

“Uhm…think nothing of it,” he mumbled. Right now, he’d never felt so nervous or embarrassed in his whole life.

She positioned her wheelchair so she was facing him. “I have one more favour to ask you. Please could you help me to sit on this small wooden stool beside the bed? Kneeling isn’t possible so…”

“Of course,” he said. moving to help. He helped from the chair on to the stool with very little effort; her body seemed so frail like a bird.

She looked at him and saw that he was nervous. To alleviate his uncertainty, she placed her hand on his thigh and moved it across to his crotch. Having glimpsed what lay within his breeches earlier, Laura gave a wry smile.

“You truly are doing God’s work, Charles.”

Slowly, she unfastened the flap of his black breeches, freeing his prick.

It was breath taking. His penis must have been nine inches long. The preacher was certainly well-endowed, and Laura had no doubt that he would satisfy her cravings.

“Charles,” she said, astounded by the dimensions of his member. “You’re so big. Mmmm. I can’t wait until I feel you inside my mouth.”

Softly, Laura ran her fingers over the heated flesh of his erect manhood. He took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of her hands on him, and groaned. Tenderly, she encircled his organ with her right hand and gave it a few quick strokes. Charles groaned from deep within his throat and moaned her name. Her face inched closer and closer to his penis. She could feel the energy pulsing through the veins and realised she alone was responsible for its arousal. She took a certain amount of pride in that fact.

Laura’s tongue lashed out at the head of Charles’ cock, slowly licking the bulbous head.

“Ahhh! Laura!” Charles groaned.

His hands found her silky brown hair of their own accord, as Laura took his member into her mouth. Her tongue lolled around it like she was sucking on an orange slice. The sensation Charles was feeling were indescribable. He felt the fire in his loins grow with a raging intensity. Never had he experienced pleasure like this before. To his shame, he had engaged in what was termed “self-sin” on many an occasion, and been attracted to numerous women he met on his travels. Devoted to the teaching of God as he was, Charles was still human after all.

Slowly, Laura took more of his manhood into her wet, sucking mouth. Charles was enjoying himself to no end. The things this woman could do with her tongue! She licked every inch of his shaft, running her tongue across every vein, igniting every nerve ending. His breathing had picked up, Laura noticed. She began to increase her ministrations. She created a stimulating suction with her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth using her tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock.

“God in Heaven!” Charles said in a strained tone. “Do you h-have…ohhh…d-do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? Ahhh!”

“Mmmm hmmm,” she replied. And just to prove her point, she began to suck him off harder.

It was coming now, hard and fast.

His manhood was on fire. All the energy of his being was culminating in that one organ. He was about to spend and Laura knew it because she felt his dick start to twitch.

With one final lick, she withdrew. “Spend for me, Charles!” Laura exclaimed, jacking him with her right hand. “Let me taste you.”

Her words spurred his seed’s haste to depart his balls.

With one final twitch, Charles exploded, releasing his creamy essence into her hungry mouth and let it spurt down her throat. Laura eagerly swallowed every drop, savouring with delight its salty, tangy taste.

When it was over, Charles needed a few moments to get his breath back.

“Oh I enjoyed that immensely!” Laura smiled, sheer joy in her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

Neither one could stop smiling. “My dear, it was wonderful for me too, and you have skills beyond measure. And I would like to return the favour, if you’ll let me.”

“But I can’t feel…”

He cut her off. “Oh not to worry…I intend to stay above your waist,” Charles said, extending his hands to her bodice. Laura began to moan a little when his thumbs touched the bottoms of her small breasts and pushed them up towards the top of her bodice.

Charles began a prolonged kiss, drawing her lower lip between his and licked it ever so lightly with his tongue. He felt the fire of lust surging through her as she shuddered in his arms.

Soon his hands found her breasts and he gently cupped them in his hands. His thumbs brushed over the now exposed and sensitive nipples, and he heard another moan of arousal come from deep within her throat.

Slowly, the preacher moved his kisses further down her body until he finally reached her pert tits. He laid sweet kisses all across her flesh and her moans intensified. His fingers found the laces of her

bodice and quickly unfastened the garment, allowing him greater access to rose-tipped orbs.

“Laura, you are so beautiful,” Charles murmured.

She smiled and giggled. “Flattery will get you everywhere, you sweet-talking preacher.”

“I’ve got something better than words.”

Charles lowered his mouth and began to kiss around the nipple of Laura’s right breast. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath and felt her heart start to beat faster. When she moaned his name he took her nipple into his mouth and softly began to suckle her breast. He rubbed his tongue across the sensitive node and was pleased when he heard Laura cry out.

“Oh, Charles! That feels incredible!”

With that, he took in more of her breast, increasing the intensity of his tongue’s strokes of her nipple. He gave her other breast the same treatment, and was delighted when she reciprocated with a deep groan of pleasure. He feasted on her tits, alternating between the two, suckling them ferociously, pleasuring her as much as he could.

When it seemed she could take no more, Charles withdrew, took Laura in his arms and shared a sweet, passionate kiss again. She felt she could get drunk off his kisses. They were so full and wonderful.

“Charles, That was beyond anything I’ve ever felt before,” she whispered, as he held her tight. For the first time, she felt truly complete, truly desired. Her disability didn’t matter any more. Charles had accepted her. “Can we…do this again?”

He didn’t want to spoil this glorious moment. “Dearest Laura, I shall endeavour to visit you as often as I can. As I mentioned earlier, John and I are shortly to return to England…”

Laura was silent for a moment. “Of course. I expected you might have to. It’s because of John, isn’t it?”

“Oh you’ve heard about that?”

“Word gets around fast,” she replied. “Poor John. To be broken-hearted must be one of the worst feelings in the world.”

“You’re very kind to say that. I am afraid his actions are not viewed favourably by anyone else. He has made some ill-judged decisions. He is so intense and dedicated to his work. There have been times when he and I have argued terribly.”

“He fell in love. I feel for him.”

Charles sighed. “And now I fear I am breaking your heart…and mine too. I wish I could stay in Georgia, Laura.”

She took his hand, and was accepting of fate as all the time. “Promise you’ll write to me when you’re back in England? I want letters. Many letters.”

“Of course I will. I give you my word.”

“I want letters containing discussion of a sinful nature,” she added with a grin.

“Oh my! Well I’ll try my best. I mustn’t write anything sinful on Sundays though!”

They kissed and cuddled. Laura looked at the clock. “It’s still early Charles…”

“Indeed it is. And with you around, my prick will never get soft.” He was fully-erect once more.

Laura loved this compliment, and bestowed a lovely smile on the preacher. A moment later, she gave his cock a good squeeze and began to jerk it up and down, sensing he was more than ready for a second round of pleasure.

“For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful!”