experienced, they must have brought me up for air. I don’t recall when but at some point I realized I was panting and crying out.
I lay half-submerged against Deacon Tryon’s chest, overcome. Deacon James lifted my feet to his shoulders and eased forward, his massive cock straining at my tight entrance. My head fell back on Deacon Tryon’s shoulder and I groaned in pain and pleasure as it slid into me all the way to the hilt. I loved Pastor Randy’s dick but it had never filled me this much. I felt stretched out to the point of tearing.
“Fuck me, she’s tight.” Deacon James’ voice was hoarse and he couldn’t control the quaver in it. I felt proud that I’d caused him to lose control. As he moved in and out of me slowly, my groans grew louder.
“Roberts, put something in her mouth to shut her up, would ya?”
“Gladly!” Deacon Roberts stood up next to me and slapped his cock against my cheek. “Open up, whore.” I turned my head an accepted his short, thick dick into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned against it. It tasted so good! Like…man. I gobbled him up, my head pumping up and down, my tongue flicking and swirling on each stroke, just as Pastor Randy had taught me.
Deacon Tryon satisfied himself with playing with my tits, tweaking my nipples, cupping, hefting, squeezing. I reached back and clutched his head as he nibbled my neck. I couldn’t believe that what was happening to me could feel so good. I’d fantasized about having a dick in my pussy and one in my mouth before, but I’d never dreamed it would be so hot. The two men synchronized their rhythms so they pulled in and out at the same time and it was driving me wild.
Deacon Tryon moved one of his hands down to my clit, just half an inch away from where Deacon James was skewering me. I moaned again, more quietly since my mouth was so blessedly full, and began circling my hips against his hand. Pressure was building low but fast.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, Deacon Tryon lifted me slightly and I felt his cock sliding between my cheeks. Oh God! I mumbled around the dick in my mouth as my pupils dilated and my world expanded.
Deacon Roberts paused to allow Deacon Tryon full access. Slowly, so slowly, he eased into my tight hole, filling me to the brim. My entire body was thrumming with sensory overload as each orifice was packed with meaty man flesh. But when they started moving in unison, pulsing in and out of me, I thought I would die from the pleasure!
“I can feel you, brother,” Deacon Tryon gasped at Deacon James.
“Shaddup, idiot!” I don’t know why he was bothered because I thought that was hot as hell. As if to prove his masculinity, Deacon James started pounding into my pussy without mercy.
This got the other men going, and they started moving into me faster. Every part of me jiggled and bounced and was on fire, yet Deacon Tryon’s fingers never wavered from my clit and his lips never left my neck. Water frothed as we all moved together toward the ultimate finish.
Deacon Roberts was the first to lose it. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he cried out as he spurt a huge load down my throat, his dick packing it in as far as it would go. I let go of Deacon Tryon’s hair long enough to grab the base and give it a good squeeze. I didn’t want to waste a single drop of that delicious liquid!
He fell away from me, but my mouth needed more stimulation so I turned to Deacon Tryon. He paused only for a moment before locking his lips on mine, his tongue probing my welcoming mouth. I could still taste the other elder’s blessing on my tongue so I knew he tasted it as well. The thought made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
I should have been uncomfortable, folded nearly in half, but I could have gone like that all night had I not started to climax violently. At first every nerve in my body rippled and shimmered, then I was falling over an unseen ledge into darkness and light. Fireworks exploded behind my closed
I lay half-submerged against Deacon Tryon’s chest, overcome. Deacon James lifted my feet to his shoulders and eased forward, his massive cock straining at my tight entrance. My head fell back on Deacon Tryon’s shoulder and I groaned in pain and pleasure as it slid into me all the way to the hilt. I loved Pastor Randy’s dick but it had never filled me this much. I felt stretched out to the point of tearing.
“Fuck me, she’s tight.” Deacon James’ voice was hoarse and he couldn’t control the quaver in it. I felt proud that I’d caused him to lose control. As he moved in and out of me slowly, my groans grew louder.
“Roberts, put something in her mouth to shut her up, would ya?”
“Gladly!” Deacon Roberts stood up next to me and slapped his cock against my cheek. “Open up, whore.” I turned my head an accepted his short, thick dick into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned against it. It tasted so good! Like…man. I gobbled him up, my head pumping up and down, my tongue flicking and swirling on each stroke, just as Pastor Randy had taught me.
Deacon Tryon satisfied himself with playing with my tits, tweaking my nipples, cupping, hefting, squeezing. I reached back and clutched his head as he nibbled my neck. I couldn’t believe that what was happening to me could feel so good. I’d fantasized about having a dick in my pussy and one in my mouth before, but I’d never dreamed it would be so hot. The two men synchronized their rhythms so they pulled in and out at the same time and it was driving me wild.
Deacon Tryon moved one of his hands down to my clit, just half an inch away from where Deacon James was skewering me. I moaned again, more quietly since my mouth was so blessedly full, and began circling my hips against his hand. Pressure was building low but fast.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, Deacon Tryon lifted me slightly and I felt his cock sliding between my cheeks. Oh God! I mumbled around the dick in my mouth as my pupils dilated and my world expanded.
Deacon Roberts paused to allow Deacon Tryon full access. Slowly, so slowly, he eased into my tight hole, filling me to the brim. My entire body was thrumming with sensory overload as each orifice was packed with meaty man flesh. But when they started moving in unison, pulsing in and out of me, I thought I would die from the pleasure!
“I can feel you, brother,” Deacon Tryon gasped at Deacon James.
“Shaddup, idiot!” I don’t know why he was bothered because I thought that was hot as hell. As if to prove his masculinity, Deacon James started pounding into my pussy without mercy.
This got the other men going, and they started moving into me faster. Every part of me jiggled and bounced and was on fire, yet Deacon Tryon’s fingers never wavered from my clit and his lips never left my neck. Water frothed as we all moved together toward the ultimate finish.
Deacon Roberts was the first to lose it. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he cried out as he spurt a huge load down my throat, his dick packing it in as far as it would go. I let go of Deacon Tryon’s hair long enough to grab the base and give it a good squeeze. I didn’t want to waste a single drop of that delicious liquid!
He fell away from me, but my mouth needed more stimulation so I turned to Deacon Tryon. He paused only for a moment before locking his lips on mine, his tongue probing my welcoming mouth. I could still taste the other elder’s blessing on my tongue so I knew he tasted it as well. The thought made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
I should have been uncomfortable, folded nearly in half, but I could have gone like that all night had I not started to climax violently. At first every nerve in my body rippled and shimmered, then I was falling over an unseen ledge into darkness and light. Fireworks exploded behind my closed
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