The Preacher's Wife part 2 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife part 2

... there was nothing to strip off! Her breasts hung below her, swaying seductively, looking full and solid. In the mirror I not only saw her ass, but the hairless folds and crease of her pussy as the water streamed over her body and across her baci in ways that were as erotic as any porn scene ever shor!! The song ended and Julie stood upright and smiled down at me. My cock was about three quarters of the way erect. Ten years earlier I would have been hard as granite all over again after something even half as good as what Julie had just done, but she did not seem to mind. As the next tune started, she turned her back to me and began slowly rocking her hips side to side with the beat. Looking into the mirror I saw her eyes were locked on my face, feasting upon my reactions. Leaning forward away from me, she changed the direction of her hip’s movements from side to side to thrusting her hips back toward me and then rolling her hips under and back. In a matter of seconds she was twerking and rocking those sexy hips of hers, begging my cock to rise to the challenge! Tentatively, I reached out and ran my hands over the glistening white ass cheeks. I was half-afraid that she might do as my wife Tina did when I reached for her, and she might pull away. But Julie shuffled her feet back closer and closer, still gyrating and undulating to the beat of the music. Now both hands were on her hips, guiding her back as I leaned forward. The cleft of her ass had strong solid ass cheeks on ...

... either side of a shallow valley in the deepest part of which rested a small, dark pink puckered badge of beauty. Pushing my face forward I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the crease from its start down one side of the split. Circling her asshole, I heard her moan as she rolled her hips in an attempt to direct my probing tongue to the target she wanted my arrow to bury itself into, but I only slid beyond the mark, the I guided the warm moist tip to the other side before slowly running my it up and over the other glistening mound of flesh. As my head rose high enough to look over her back, I could see her staring into the mirror with a heated look of lust and desire that spoke of a refusal to accept much more frustration. I smiled and slid my tongue back down the creased highway of her ass, this time, not deviating to the left or right but smoothly progressing down to the ridges, creases and tightness of her asshole. Then I began pushing my tongue in and forcing her back passage to yield its opening to admit my tongue’s invasion. She moaned and rocked back into me. My tongue began to slowly fuck her ass as my hands held her hips relatively still so I could work it in and around as much as possible. Standing up she turned and looked at me with eyes that burned with coals of the very fires of hell burning behind them. She stepped to straddle my right knee and dropped her wet sex down so that her pussy opening was mounting my knee cap. “Finger fuck my ass!” She commanded in a ...