The Preacher's Wife part 2 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife part 2

... voice like none I had ever heard from her before, so choked with lust as it was. I slid my right hand up her thigh and around her ass. Within seconds I was pushing the tip of my middle finger into her sphincter and taking her weight as she pushed back onto my hand. Grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back away from me, I leaned into her and took first one nipple and then the other into my lips, making her tender flesh pucker, harden and lengthen as my tongue flickered back and forth across them and I sucked on them in my mouth! She was moaning now like a whore and she had managed to take my finger almost to the second knuckle in her ass. I felt one hand on my left thigh and the other reaching down toward my ass. I cringed as I waited for the pain caused by her digging her nails into my flesh to magically morph into pleasure and more! I bit the nipple that was in my mouth a little more and was rewarded with a shudder and sudden frenzy of hip thrusting’s onto my leg like a bitch in heat! Suddenly breaking free of my hand that was wrapped in her hair, she pitched forward across my chest and took my left nipple in her sharp teeth. She bit and sucked to the point that I roared in response but she did not let up and I found myself slamming the remainder of my middle finger into her ass. She began shuddering all the more. That was when I felt her hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and squeeze it hard. It was not a yanking squeeze or one to toss me off. This was a ...

... squeeze around my shaft that caused the head of my cock to swell immediately to proportions that I knew were probably thicker than most men ever got, even if I did not have a 9 inch cock! The orgasm caused her body to clamp down every major muscle group and she let loose with a string of curses oaths and prayers that would have blistered the walls of any monastery within 100 miles. Her nipples jutted out, hard, tight and firm and her thighs shook as the crescendos of pleasure came to a climax that was punctuated by a shrill scream! Then she collapsed forward across my body and wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to my neck as a young girl might if she had been suddenly frightened by a huge mean dog. I slowly pulled my finger out of her ass and began stroking her back and holding her tenderly. Not all of what was running down my shoulder now was from the shower heads. Julie’s tears flowed freely and ran onto my shoulder and down my chest. “I’m sorry; I did not mean to hurt you.” I said as I stroked her back and held her, uncertain really of what I had done. “You did not hurt me,” she blubbered into my shoulder. “I had almost forgotten how good sex could be and what it was like to really cut loose and fuck. You didn’t hurt me; you gave me more pleasure than I have had in the last four years since I got married.” She then sagged into me as if that admission had drained every bit of strength from within her. So I just held her and stroked her. I cannot begin to describe that ...