Mae gazed up at the preacher’s towering prick and at his exposed, hairy balls while her husband nuzzled her cunt. She got the idea that perhaps he had lost his nerve, now that he was down in cunt-licking position. Perhaps the rich, womanly scent of her cunt was giving him pause.
If she had known Thad was going to come over, and that it would lead to a rollicking session for the three of them, she would have taken an afternoon bath. But her lack of recent cleansing hadn’t seemed to bother Thad. It never did. In fact, he had once told her that he liked her to smell like a woman rather than a bar of soap.
She felt the same way about him. Looking up at his splendid penis, standing in full salute above her, she wanted to take the juicy thing into her mouth and suck on it-and she didn’t care if he hadn’t bathed since that morning or even the day before.
She squirmed, wishing that Len would quit tickling her cunt-hairs with his hot breath and get down to business.
“Lick me, darlinnnng!” she said with sweet urgency, and bumped her cunt at him.
He licked it. At first Mae felt just the touch of his tongue, applied with trembling hesitation and quickly withdrawn. But then, as if the initial taste had whetted his appetite-or at least had gotten him over his funk-he swabbed his tongue right up her gaping slit.
“Ooooooh!” she bawled. “That’s IT, Len lover… ooooh, daaaar-linnnnng!”
She clutched his head, mashing his face against her wet fuck-zone, and he slurped noisily, gurgling and groaning. He writhed, rubbing his upward-sandwiched hard cock against the bristly rug.
Thad knelt next to Mae’s head, and she quickly turned toward him, eagerly clutching his long pecker. She tilted it down to her lips. Thad let her lick him.
Len was so deeply engrossed between his wife’s thighs that he didn’t realize it when Thad shoved his prick into her mouth, spreading her sweet lips with the bulbous knob. Her lips locked around his shaft as his cockhead soaked in her warm saliva. She sucked the juice from his small hole.
Abruptly he pulled back, taking his prick from her mouth. Her lips made a lurid smacking sound as they left his plum-colored knob, and his cock whipped upward to bob springily above her face.
She grasped his balls.
He wiggled closer and let his nuts settle against her lips so that she could lick them. She didn’t even mind the heady tang of his perspiration.
Len was digging into her clam-dip by that time, slurping up its rich flavor. He breathed hard as he twisted his head between her thighs.
Thad stood up. “Why don’t you let me fuck her now?” he suggested to the other man.
Len lifted his head. His eyes were a little bleary, and his mouth was wet.
“Fuck her between the titties first!” he rasped.
“Yesss… oooh, yesssss!” Mae hissed hotly. “Fuck my big tits!”
Thad swung astride her middle. She grasped her breasts at their outer sides, lifting the nipple-studded billows and making a deep, inviting cleft between them.
Thad gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and shot it between her tits.
“Ooooooo!” Mae said, enjoying the cool wetness of his saliva, and she rubbed her tits together, getting their inner sides well lubricated.
Then Thad lay his cock between them and, while he hunched, she rubbed her springy, slippery-smooth breasts against his stroking rod.
“Heyyyyy, that’s all right!” her husband said with a grin as he watched.
The purplish-pink knob of Thad’s cock kept rising from between Mae’s titties, thrusting right at her head, which she tilted forward. Her lips lolled juicily. Her tongue appeared.
“Yeeeeaaah!” her husband rasped. “Lick his pecker! Ooooh, shit!”
Thad shoved farther forward, and both men watched as Mae’s pink tongue struck at the gaping slit at his prick’s tip. She managed only some very quick touches, which were agonizingly frustrating to all concerned, until Thad clutched her around the head and yanked her farther forward. His bulging, juicy plum sank into her mouth, and he thought that Len would go ape as he watched his wife suck it.
Her eyes were shut in rapture, her cheeks appealingly flushed, while she cocksucked the pastor. He crawled farther forward, letting her breasts fall away, and he poised himself right above her face so that he could plunge his prick straight downward into her mouth and throat. He fucked her sweet face while he looked at her husband.
Len’s tongue lolled as he stroked his cock rapidly.
“Easy, man!” Thad advised. “We’ve got along way to go yet!”
“Shit, I know it!” the assistant pastor replied. “But I never saw… such an exciting thing…!”
He let his prick go, and the knob-ended, stubby pole jerked twitchingly. His eyes were bulging behind his glasses, and he licked his flabby lips.
“She likes it… she really likes it!” he panted.
“Oooh shit, yes!” Thad replied. “Your wife is one of the best little cocksuckers in town!”
“She… she never sucked mine!” he said plaintively.
“She will, after tonight.”
“Damn, I sure hope so! Fuck her now! I can’t wait!”
Thad backed off, and Mae writhed voluptuously, tossing her blonde head from side to side. She sent both hands down between her splayed, tilted thighs and rubbed the soft, furry edges of her twat.
“Yes, fuck meeee!” she moaned. “Please fuck me! I need your big prick!”
He knelt between Mae’s thighs, grasped his bone-hard rod, and tilted it down so that it was perfectly aligned with her writhing, wet, open cunt. He moved forward. Len avidly watched as the other man’s plug sank into his wife’s meaty socket, to be followed by inch after inch of veined, ridgy shaft until Thad’s balls slapped snugly into her crotch.
“I didn’t think a woman could take that much!” Len said, now kneeling behind Thad, with his head very low, intent upon watching all the action.
So as not to obstruct his friend’s line of vision, Thad kept his thighs spread as he stroked his long, hard cock slowly in and out of Len’s wife. She bumped and twisted. She moaned.
Her cunt reached for each thrust of Thad’s horny organ, seeming to gulp at it and pull it deeply into her rippling flesh. He increased the tempo of his strokes.
“Man, that’s fucking!” Len cried, giggling obscenely as he pulled at his own stubby cock.
Thad rammed Len’s wife so fiercely that the jolts made her tits shake like satin sacks filled with pudding. She moaned and squirmed. She clawed at Thad’s back.
He rocked her to a throbbing, panting orgasm, then pulled his wet prick free. He hadn’t come yet.
After helping the groggy woman to her feet, he gave her a shove and she pitched forward across the arm of an upholstered chair. Her big ass stuck into the air, quivering.
Thad yanked her buttocks apart and swabbed his wet cockhead up and down the groove between the lush mounds, across the brown, crinkly indentation of her anus.
“Not there!” Len cried, staring. “You’ll hurt her!”
“Oh shit, no!” Thad replied. “She loves to get her ass screwed! Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I love it!” Mae said, her voice partially muffled by the chair-seat. “Stick your cock up my asshole! NOWWWW!”
Clutching the trunk of his cock with one hand while he held her buttocks apart with the tips of his other fingers, he let her husband watch while he twisted his wet, bulging glans against her converging anal puckers.
“Oooooh, God!” Len moaned, as if in religious rapture. “I never hoped to see this!”
He watched his wife’s asshole blossom to the thrust of Thad’s prick. A rim of rosy inner membrane was exposed, spreading wider and wider, and she moaned loudly-whether in pain or in lust, the men couldn’t tell; perhaps it was both. Her asshole seemed to gobble up Thad’s relentlessly penetrating cockhead until, unbelievably to Len, she had warmly enveloped the entire knob.
Thad bared his teeth and grunted as he pushed deeper into her ass.
“Ooooh, sweet mother of God!” Len groaned, stroking his own pecker wildly as he watched Thad’s rod sink inch by inch into Mae’s rectum.
After Thad had given her about half his length, he began to stroke. He continued to hold her buttocks apart as he pumped slowly in and out of her anus, moving only an inch or so each way. Her rosy ring unfurled each time he withdrew, then rolled inward with his thrusts.
He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and he spanked their flanks lightly, chuckling, as he fucked up and down in between her vibrating mounds.
“Aaaarrrrgh!” Len rasped, and his prick spurted in the circle of his hand, sending long arcs of semen looping into the air to splatter down onto the rug.
Thad fucked Mae’s asshole faster. Her bottom bobbed above the chair’s arm as she writhed and moaned heatedly. Thad reached underneath his stroking rod to fondle the hard protrusion of her clit.
“OOOOH… OOOOH… FUCK MY FILTHY ASS!” she cried, and came.
Thad pulled his stained prick from her. It flipped straight up and shot towering spurts of joy-juice into the air. They dropped wetly onto Mae’s back and onto her blonde head, while she kept writhing and moaning, rubbing her tingling clit against the arm of the chair.
Only Thad could see the huddled figure of the Carpenters’ child, peeping at the lascivious scene from the stair landing. It pleased him to think that she had watched it all. Education of all kinds was good for children, he believed.
“Do you really have to leave town? “ Len asked him later, as they stood with Mae at the front door.
“Yes, I must. The cause of our church must be advanced, and Sister Marcella has found a new location for us. I must join her and make the arrangements.”
“You mean, make her, don’t you?” Mae challenged, sounding no longer like the strait-laced, pious prude she had been when Thad had come to town.
“Mae, you know better than to speak in those terms,” he said stiffly. “We don’t make one another in this faith.”
Her only reply was a jealous pout.
“Aaw, honey, we can get along just fine now!” her husband opined, nibbling at her ear.
“That’s the idea,” Thad said, and smiled. “I’ll see you at the church tomorrow, Len, and well put the books and papers in order. But for now, why don’t you and Mae trot on upstairs and have yourselves a good, old-fashioned fuck?”
“It will be good,” Len promised, “but it won’t be old-fashioned. No, sir. Never again.”
As Thad turned to leave, Mae pressed against him. “Thanks, Thad,” she murmured into his ear. “And I’m sorry for what I just said.”
He gave her an affectionate pat on the bottom.
He felt proud of himself as he drove home.