The Preacher's Wife - After the Prayer Meetin - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife - After the Prayer Meetin

... sound of a rubber glove being pulled on. Moments later, a cool silky liquid was being smoothed over my sphincter and then worked into the cracks. “What are you using?” I heard Julie ask. “Orajel,” Sarah replied with a laugh. “I did not want him to suffer like I did the first time I got my ass fucked!” “Oh my God!!” Julie laughed! Then she said, “I would have just gone with a lot of Vaseline and told him he was damn lucky we didn’t do him dry!” they both laughed as the sensations of what Sarah was doing behind me became less and less acute and more and more just pressure. Julie reached around and released her bra and then began smashing first one of her firm solid breasts into my face and then another. At times I found myself gasping for my next breath as she covered both my nose and mouth and laughed saying things like, “Suck me until I cum or I’m not going to let you ever fucking breathe!” Then she stepped back and sat down in a black leather recliner and reached down into her bag and pulled out the life-like dildo we had picked up at the porn shop. She spit on it and looking up into my greedy eyes she took it and deep throated it. Tears came to her eyes before she finally coughed and pulled it back out. “Dale would be so proud of me! He loves to make me gag on his prick, the bastard!” I watched as she flopped each of her legs to either arm of the chair, spreading herself wide open just a foot or two in front of my longing eyes. She watched my face as she slid the cock into ...

... her clear up to the balls and shook with the first orgasm of the evening. Behind me, Sarah had stopped working on my asshole and I was so focused on the show that Julie put on that I did not even care. After a few minutes of respite and lust-filled voyeurism as Julie told me and showed me how a cock should be used for a woman’s pleasure, I felt Sarah put her hands on my hips and start to pull me backwards. “Damn it. Damn, damn damn!!! I hate being short! I can’t even get this cock into his ass like this!” I heard Sarah say. I looked over my shoulder and saw that she had slipped on a harness that was merrily producing a vibrating sound as well as that unmistakable whine of some battery operated twisting motion, only the silicone cock she had fitted into the harness was just a simple thin dong with no motors or batteries. She raised an open hand and slapped my ass and said, “Get down on the floor over there with your face between Julies feet!” she ordered before slapping the flats of both of her hands on my ass again! I jumped up, grateful to be out of the cramped crouching position I had been in for so long. I moved the chair and got down on my knees and thought for a second about just lunging for Julie’s pussy and working my face in along side of the silicone toy that was now glistening with her juices. But then Sarah put her hand on my shoulder and ordered me all of the way down. I did my best to comply, but evidently it was not quick enough because I felt the sting of the ...