Pastor Tom and the Succubus Ch. 02

Tom looked down into the beautiful face of Nicole Kidman, her beautiful eyes burning at fever pitch and smiled at the stressed condition of his lover.

"You know my dear, you're not really tall enough to do justice to the long willowy grace of Nicole.

I know my Lord but I also know you like her well enough to accommodate a compact version of her likeness, so deep runs your admiration of her.

Tom smiled at his teasing imp and not being able to think of a reasonable argument, simply leaned over and kissed her beautiful face. It was a spark against dry hay that consumed both their reserve, as Raven began to forcefully demand attention from him with her tongue and her hands.

She drew him with both hands at the sides of his face demanding his immediate audience and her probing began to renew his slumbering lust. Tom could not deny that a woman that could take the likeness of any sex siren in the world was indeed, something that could make life very interesting.

Trish approached the pair as Tom broke his ardent embrace with the hungry lips of Raven's capable mouth. She saw the young vixens need smoldering their in her eyes, its intensity etched in the furrows of a deeply creased brow, the sweet scent of it hovering just above her heated form.

Patricia's eyes were hungry for the scene of Raven's fingers caressing the wet mass of her own heated folds. Her mouth watered with each vaulting pitch of Raven's rolling hips, and each delicate moan from the demon made her own sex ache in empathy.

Unable to contain her desire to participate any longer Trish placed one hand under Raven's knee and gently lifted her leg. The action caught Raven's focus as her eyes shifted to find those of the lovely blonde.

Their was a short silent salute of spirits across their distance, by sisters held in a common bond of physical need, as one looked upon the other in quiet agreement of affection. Trish lowered her golden fleece to Raven's knee and her lips caressed the skin of its cap. Her skilled tongue darting out to taste the gentle smoothness of her lovers' skin, as her teeth gently teased all that she found there.

As Patricia's hand slid down the silky smooth curve of Raven's inner thigh she felt the titillating warmth of Raven's own caress at her bare shoulder. It produced ebbing waves of dark sensual desire that commanded the flesh between her legs to weep in gratitude.

Raven was impatient for the impending touch of Patricia's gentle fingers against her wet, needy sex. The movement of Patricia's hand was a momentary obsession for Ravens hungry eyes; each increment of movement building the excitement that surrounded the demons heart.

Raven's spirit leapt inside at the first gentle sensations of Patricia's fingers against her aching body and she simply could not suppress a gentle cry at the thrill of it. Patricia raised her eyes to those of the Raven-haired beauty beneath her; and found there, the raging inferno of her need burning out of control a virtual firestorm of raging lust.

Patricia's heart was elevated to a state of modest awe as she recognized the effect that she was producing in the beautiful demons sexual behavior. When Patricia's soft fingertips caressed Raven's clit again she shivered and whimpered, her eyes pleading intently with the blonde for her release from the agonizing shackles of her own need.

Patricia, taken deeply with the softness of Raven's plea bent over the beautiful demon and pressed her lips firmly against those of her lover. Her response was intense and immediate as Raven's tongue breeched the barriers of Patricia's lips and invaded the sweet warmth of her mouth communicating all her momentary emotion there.

As Raven explored the sensual warmth of the blondes mouth Patricia entered Raven's dampness with two fingers making her lovers body arch sharply against her hand. Patricia's fingers burrowed deeply into the soft passage of her lover's sex, causing Raven to moan pathetically against the hollow cavity of the blonde's hungry mouth.

"There is nothing for me at this moment but your lips and gentle touch my love and I would perish in flames if you should remove either," Raven whispered to the young woman.

"You want my mouth on you don't you Raven? Say it for me dear, I need to hear you," Patricia teased her needy victim.

Raven was instantly on the game and wanted to play, "Yes baby, I need to feel the gentle touch of your tongue against my body my love," Raven replied with a smile, as she drew Patricia's lips next to her own again.

Tom was deeply intrigued with the gentle beginning and now the playful turn in these current sexual events, it was the deep sensitivity of two as they played that intrigued him most deeply.

Patricia began her slow deliberate journey toward the lower regions of Raven's body; her lips, teeth, and tongue giving do reverence for the fit sensual form of her demon lover. Raven was firmly held in the tight clutches of her own need as Patricia's lips, and tongue, brought what was left of Raven's will under her own complete domination.

"If you don't touch me there soon I'll perish my love, I just know I will," Raven sighed.

Patricia smiled as she continued her sinister assault of Raven's will and flesh, she was feeling slightly wicked as she reached the jutting summit of Raven's mound. She teasingly bit lightly all around it, being careful to keep from touching her directly any lower.

She could feel the tight muscular spasms of Raven's body as her tongue danced about the upper top of her crevice. With a single, bright, well-manicured nail Patricia gave a slow, lingering swipe to the moist lower lips of Raven's vulva. Her body jerked sharply and there was a deep moan that issued from her lips.

"Please hurry dear ... I can't take this much longer!" Raven gasped.

"What exactly is it that you want me to do for you Raven?" Patricia taunted.

Exasperated at this point Raven coldly replied, "You know precisely what I need you teasing bitch, I need you to eat me now!!"

Patricia chuckled inside as she opened her mouth and extended her long pink tongue and teased Raven's clit with just the very tip of it.

"Please baby ... now!!" Raven breathed.

Without further hesitation Patricia's sudden savage assault on Raven's sensitive folds and clit produced loud cries from the mouth of the demon that both hell and heaven could hear from this distance.

Raven spread her legs obscenely wide as her small hands clutched tenaciously at the golden silk of Patricia's crown. Her breathing was labored; her body arched against the seductive movements of her lovers tongue, and her flesh was tingling all over.

"Yes eat me you beautiful gorgeous slut you!" she cried out, as the whip in Patricia's mouth landed like hot velvet against the agonized folds of her exposed cunt.

Patricia, feeling ornery at the moment, shoved her tongue as deeply into Raven's pussy as she could get it and then rammed the small finger of her hand up the dark slit of Raven's ass. To say that Raven exploded right there on the desk would be a minor understatement of what in fact occurred.

She screamed under the rapid onslaught of Patricia's oral skills, and the invasion of her sensitive anal passage was the device that pushed her over the edge. Raven sprayed everything in the immediate area of her lower body as she came, her beautiful mouth spouting both curses, and colorful endearments, often in the same sentence.

She allowed Patricia's attention as long as she could, but at last finally placed her hands on her lover's shoulders and pushed begging her to stop. Her over used sex now so sensitive she could bear no more; her hands at the sides of Patricia's face guided her lips to the demons mouth. She drank there of the spirit that had released her hunger and brought peace to her cooling flesh.

Tom was fully erect now having witnessed the most sensual display of carnal love he had ever witnessed. Patricia's beautiful form was wedged between the curves of Raven's thighs as they kissed the sight was like a major work of art to the mature pastors eyes.

When Raven at last released Patricia she stood and turning around caught sight of Tom again, she was completely nude and beautiful as she approached him. She placed her arms around his neck her bright eyes holding his for only a brief span of time, and then kissing him as she ground her body against his cock.

"Thank you for all your attention Tom, you're a wonderful lover dear heart," she whispered softly to him.

Overcome by a new and deeper understanding of this woman's sensitivity gone were any barriers to a long and meaningful association with her. Tom held a new and somewhat more profound understanding of the young and decidedly complicated Patricia Logan.

Tom took his seat in the old chair behind the desk and momentarily he found Patricia squatted beside him on the floor her head resting on his upper leg. Raven sat directly in front of him on the top of the old battered desk, her eyes still smiling at her master Reverend Tom Conrey.

As their energy levels began to recoup their conversation began to come alive again. And in do course Raven explained to Patricia that she would have no remaining memory of this days events with the two of them.

"Please don't take this memory from me Raven, it's much to important to me," the beautiful blonde pleaded.

"But I must Patricia, it's the only way to keep everyone involved safe my dear," Raven explained.

"But I'll never know how wonderful all of this was," Patricia protested.

Out of empathy for her feelings Raven stepped forward and softly kissed the lips of the blonde bombshell and then softly stroked her cheek on the break.

"Please Raven," Patricia whispered, "I've wanted to be with Tom for so long and now after this to lose it all is just unfair, and I do know how to hold a secret," Patricia prompted.

Tom looked over at Raven with a question mark in both eyes, and Raven reluctantly mouthed the word yes.

"You don't think remembering this would be a problem for you then, huh Trish?" he asked.

"No Tom ... I'm very fond of you and with just a little nudge from you, I would have made love to you long ago!" Trish told him!

"Ok Trish, I'll leave the memory, but you'll probably get wet down below every time you're around me now," he teased her.

"Oh Tom, I hope so, and I promise if I do, I'll leave the soaked panties in your desk drawer for you lover," she teased back with a wide smile and a giggle.

"Will you come back and play with me again later Trish!" Tom asked her.

"Just try and keep me away Tom," she said, just before gently kissing his lips and hugging him.

"I better go Tom before my cat calls out the police and forms a search party for me ... its past her feeding time," she told him with a smile.

"You have a lovely shine to your cheeks and eyes Trish, must be the protein huh?"

She blushed shyly, but her reply was in her eyes as she smiled at him. When Trish stood up to leave she marched right over to Raven and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue forcing its way into Raven's mouth, as she squeezed her breast firmly.

"Take care of that tongue, its mine now and I'll want to use it again later slut!" she whispered in Raven's ear, she then slapped Raven's ass cheek smartly and went out the door.

"I've changed my mind Tom, I like her, she's good people," Raven told him with a sniffle.

"Just like a woman, Tom thought!!" can't keep a made up mind.

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That night as they lay together and her Master was deep in slumber beside her, she heard her lover mumble in his sleep and knew he was dreaming. Raven placed her fingertips at his temple, and looked into her lovers dream as he slept.

She saw a woman that she sensed instantly was Tom's wife, and she sensed his strong emotions for her, as the dream continued on, frame-by-frame. There were a variety of events portrayed from their life together, all accompanied with his feelings of devout love and commitment for her.

But it was the last scene that impacted her more deeply than all the others. As Tom stood beside the casket of his wife, his spirit seemingly defeated and confused within him, and wept openly.

As the mist gathered in Raven's eyes and formed the tears that found her cheeks, she committed to memory every intricate detail about Martha's physical appearance she could see. And the tone, rhythm, and resident inflection of her voice, as Tom remembered it.

She kissed him gently then, before giving her body over to the stillness of slumber.

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