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The Pastor’s Wife

got a call from my friend

got a call from my friend, Sandra, inviting me down for a visit.
It so happened that my husband was leaving for a hunting trip with friends and I’d already decided to let the kids go to their grandparents so I said, “sure, love to!”

We live in Oklahoma and I left early on that Saturday morning, eager to begin the five-hour trip to Sandi’s house in a small, country town south of Austin, Texas.Advertisements

“I’ve got something special and delightfully nasty planned for us,” my friend had said into the phone.
Knowing her imagination, and tingling from the memory of previous visits, I was bursting with anticipation.
When I got to their house in the count

try, Sandi greeted me and reacquainted me with her two lovely teen daughters. And I saw that she had Bruce, her elderly neighbors’ enormous black Mastiff dog with her. From the time the beast spent with her it was hard to know that he wasn’t the family’s dog.

“Is he always here?” I laughed.
“Seems like it,” chuckled Jennifer, Sandi’s younger daughter.
“Y’all behave now, y’hear girls! Aunt Phyllis and I have some errands to run” she announced to her daughters as we got into her big Suburban.

Before climbing in herself, Sandi opened the endgate and Bruce dutifully hopped inside and settled down. Was it my imagination or had Jennifer given us a sly chuckle as we got into the car?
Knowing Sandra as I do, and seeing that Bruce was with us, I knew the special surprise had to do with sex. With her daughters at home I was unsure where exactly and I remained so as we drove along the country roads.

“Where’re we going?” I prodded.
“Not far, you’ll see,” she grinned.
Soon after, we exited the hardtop onto a dusty, gravel drive that ran just a few hundred feet to a small, white, clapboard country church.
“Dave’s church???” I gasped.

Sandi’s husband was an ordained minister and pastor of the small, country church but the congregation, being too small to support a full-time minister, Dave supplemented with a job as a salesman and he was away on a business trip until later that evening.

“Yup,” Sandi replied.
“I’ve never done it in a church” I said.
“I have, but never like we’re about to do it.” she smiled mischieviously.
We parked in the grassy courtyard and released the big dog who went frog-hopping around, sprinkling trees before obediently falling in step with us.

Sandi produced a key and unlocked the double doors at the front of the sanctuary. Closing and locking them behind us, we proceeded down the center of the pews to the altar at the front. Bruce was trotting along behind us, occasionally poking his big snout into our buttocks; familiar territory for the huge canine.
“Where? I asked.Hot Sex stories:   Wife Customized by Black Lover and Boss

Sandi walked up the few steps of the altar and began removing her clothes, “right here!” she announced.
I followed suit and, when we were both nude, we kissed and caressed each other’s body, letting our tongues and fingers explore soft folds and creases.

Bruce was agitated and kept trying to force his big head between our bodies. I relented and squatted just slightly and was rewarded with the slurp of his thick, raspy tongue.

“You couldn’t have called at a better time.” I moaned. My friend knew of my frustration with my husband’s lack of lovemaking ability and I knew that her situation was much the same.

But she had Bruce and other diversions so I only wished I could be as bold as my friend.
Her fingers touched the button of my clit as Bruce continued to swipe at my labes with his fat tongue. I grew more and more excited, fingering Sandi’s pussy and nibbling at the pert nipples of her perfect breasts.

My knees were trembling as I felt an orgasm begin to build within me.
The two of us glided to the carpeted floor, facing each other, on our knees, gobbling each other’s offered tongue in our passion.

At Sandi’s urging, I bent onto hands and knees and felt the weight of the huge dog as he clambered onto my shoulders. Sandi knelt at my head gripping his front paws and draped them onto my shoulders just to either side of my neck.

I felt the slick, pointed tip of his cock rapidly poking and stabbing at the backs of my thighs and buttocks and wiggled my ass to help try to guide him into the place we both wanted his cock to be … deep inside me.Hot Sex stories:   Unexpected encounter with a stranger in a movie hall

Sandi skilfully reached under his belly and, gripping his turgid dog dick, stroked the wet, precum smeared head of the dog’s cock against the folds of my pussy. Still bucking and humping but getting closer to his target …

once, twice … then “unnngggghhhhh … shhhhiiitttttttt, that’s sooo goooodddd” I moaned.

Nine inches of hot, hard dog prick found its way into my pussyhole with one powerful lunge of Bruce’s massive haunches. I yelped again when the tip of his pointed cock bumped my cervix, forcing it a little way through the tiny opening and into my womb.
Sandi moved behind me, holding the dog’s knot in both hands, feeding it into my spasming pussy. I knew to push back, relaxing my cunt muscles and Sandi’s deft fingers forced the ball into the mouth of my pussy. Once I felt it pass the muscles into my vaginal canal I kiegled tightly, my pussy sucking the big ball of flesh into my birth canal and getting another inch of cocktip into my uterus.
“Shit, oh fuck Sandi!” I cried.
“Don’t tell me, tell the dog!” she laughed.
“Fuck me Bruce. Fuck my pussy boy. Fuck my hot pussy with that big doggie dick” I pleaded.

Without needing to be told, my friend positioned her splayed thighs at my mouth. I eagerly attacked her moist cunt with lips, fingers and tongue, nibbling and chewing at her sensitive clit while probing for her elusive G-spot with my fingers.
“Here, use this” she urged.
I felt her place something round and heavy in my hands and I opened my eyes to see a wooden cross about sixteen inches high, the legs smooth and round, about two inches in diameter. My eyes widened when I recognized it as the large cross that slipped into a cup fastened to a heavy, rectangular base at the back of the altar.

“Ooooh, you are nasty,” I giggled and began fucking my friend’s pussy with the heavy cross.
“Shit Phyl, that’s it. Suck my clit. Fuck me with that big, fucking, wooden dick

Both of us were insane with lust, writhing at the pulpit of her husband’s church. Me, on my elbows and knees being brutally but wonderfully fucked by a massive canine cock. My beautiful friend was wild with depraved passion as I fucked her cunt with the fat wooden cross, licking and sucking her clit; both of us moving toward fabulous orgasms.

“I don’t care if the devil himself comes in” my friend moaned. “If he’s got a cock, I’ll fuck him too!”

In my mind’s eye, I pictured all the images I’d seen of Satan in the form of dragon, bull, goat, demon with an enormous, enraged hard-on plunging it into the pussies of hapless virgins, raping them on the very altar where they worshipped. The image wasn’t that far from the truth as I felt Bruce shudder and pummel his cock into me with blinding speed. His haunches pumping like a powerful engine, his cock flaring and inflating inside my abused cunt.
“I’m gonna’ cum Phyl, I’m gonna’ cum! Suck my clit … fuck me harder with that wooden cock” my friend cried.
Her impending orgasm came just as I felt my own body begin to tingle electrically. I was consumed and I felt Bruce’s cock swell incredibly longer and thicker inside me.

Just then he jerked and pulled me hard to his body with his powerful front paws. His body became as rigid as an obelisk as I felt his cock spewing and spraying inside me.

What had been a steady pulsing spurt was now a watery jet of hot milky jism. My pussy couldn’t hold it all and I felt his juices drizzling down the backs of my thighs. My own orgasm had me convulsing, “ohgawd I’m cumming” I moaned.

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