2 comments/ 19805 views/ 4 favorites Church Girl By: sydian 'Wip' they called her—like the word 'whip,' but maybe short for whippet because of her speed—or like the crack of a whip and it's lash, for her intellect and wit—probably all of the above. She sat in her pew and surveyed as she did each Sunday. She took in the sermon and surveyed; and was surveyed. There were many eyes on her—all cloistered; hidden—wanting her business—to be in it....Then there were some whose business she wouldn't mind being in either....but that was her private self, and very few in these pews—very few—would know that self. Very few were qualified. The qualified made themselves known.... She was on the other side of the sanctuary from Wip. My, she was interesting. Seated there she was all elegance. Not as dark as Wip—coppery, bronzish....a beautiful metallic sheen offset perfectly by make-up and hair color. The hair, the auburn of autumn leaves...swept to one side....then the face masked by a simple veil—'hmmmm, haven't seen one of those in a long while,' Wip thought to herself. Not enough of a veil to mask that warm, generous, mouth—the full lips that glistened with a paint that complemented everything else about the stranger. Wip fought herself for control until the benediction. She would need it.... The stranger stood to make her way out....mmmmmm, the body was delicious and stylishly disguised...hinting at whatever a mind might imagine—and then, so enticingly, at nothing at all. Wip could tell that the woman was about her height; even beneath the veil, she was beautiful. Her breasts—obviously, a preoccupation of Wip's—were full, though her church attire revealed little, other than a nipple scraped hard against the coarseness of the raw silk blouse. The hips, and ass; the legs were wonderful....panties?('you need to stop, girl!' Wip told herself). The heels—were killers—Wip knew she had to know.... 'Hello, you're new here....' 'Hello,' the stranger replied, 'just visiting....' 'Well, welcome. I'm Wip—just Wip....' 'I'm Aubrye....' 'Can I take you up to the main gallery for a cup of tea or coffee?' 'Umm, I'd like that....' The two of them climbed the steps like old friends. The conversation was fairly innocuous.... For some reason it seems—who knows—the two of them found themselves in an empty parlor. They chatted until the conversation fell to Aubrye's shoes. The two were standing close enough to whisper to...to catch each other's breath and scent...to measure the heaving of each other's bosom....The shoes almost—almost—created some measured response, but as it was only between the two of them.... Then, with that exchange, within in the essence of that conversation between two women—"girl friends"—Wip did what close girl friends often do in close conversation. She touched Aubrye. She touched Aubrye in this manner... Her hand glided innocently to Aubrye's hip....so innocently that neither hardly noticed....then it slipped.... It slipped to Aubrye's ass, and then to the crease between her cheeks—in a space that only separated her bare ass hole from Wip's hot hand by the thin tissue of her dress.... It may have been innocent—inadvertent, in the talk of heels. Aubrye's eyes flared. Her lips bared her beautiful teeth in a soft snarl that someone at a distance might have taken for a smile.... But there was no one else—not even at a distance. In a subtle, deft move—an almost imperceptible move—Aubrye faced Wip, backing her into a corner. She glared, her mouth almost on top of Wip's.... And she said softly, hotly, 'Do you know what you're doing, Bitch? Do you know?... I've got a man with a big, sweet black cock—a heavy hung, black man....Do you know what you're doin?'... Then she pushed up against Wip...her tongue deep in Wip's mouth; her thighs insinuating themselves between Wip's... her full breasts stung by Wip's silicone nipples. Then, she spun on her heel, and strutted toward the door. Half way there, just within whisper, she turned, said again: 'You know what you doin, Bitch? I got a big cocked man.....' The card fluttered to the table by the door.... *** Wip glanced at the card daily for a week....sniffed its fragrance, traced its embossed letters and numbers...giggled and sometimes laughed at the name—'Aubrye Cox'...of 'I got a big cocked man'—'Indeed...' Wip giggled... 'Indeed.... May come the time when even he might need some help....' She glanced...enhaled...touched....but never dialed.... Late Saturday afternoon...she caught the phone on the third ring.... The voice was deep...husky—not unlike her own.... It began: 'So, you don't like me?....' Wip listened.... 'We have so much in common...and you so much know what I mean....' Wip felt the dew gather at her crotch.... 'I'll be in church tomorrow.... Will you?....' Long pause....quick, shallow breaths....a sound suppressed in the back of the throat....Not Wip's....click.... *** There she was.... In church... a few pews away from Wip....calculatingly perched.... 'Amazing...' Wip thought... 'what a little planning could do....' And if Aubrye Cox was anything she was a planner.... The benediction couldn't come soon enough.... Wip couldn't get out of her pew before Aubrye was at her side.... 'Hi....' It was kind of breathless and girlish....but Wip wasn't about to be mislead.... 'Hi...' Wip replied as Aubrye leaned in to peck her cheek....the perfume was heavy and musky—not too overdone—blending with all the other delicious scents that accompany a woman's preparation—her cosmetic base—beneath it all, Wip thought—she couldn't be sure—it could have just been her imagination playing with her—was the faint fragrance of pussy.... 'How about we grab a bite? .... Brunch?'....Aubrye said.... 'That sounds good.... Where?'... 'How about my place?.... I'm not far...' Wip raised an eyebrow....Aubrye laughed.... 'O! Come on!....' She linked her arm in Wip's as they exited the sanctuary.... *** Possibly, you might like to know what Sunday morning fashionistas wear to church these days?.... If we started from the ground up, you might ask how they get away with it??!!...Hussies—shameless little scamps!...heels three, four inches high! Thank god, no higher—all manner of colors.... Damned if you don't see 'em in hell.... if you don't see them in church first! Our ladies are nothing if not refined and chic.... Yes, both Aubrye and Wip's heels border on four inches—'talons,' the French call them—but they are the epitome of style and class...and then coupled with the right ensemble, no one questions the height of the heel, they simply ask 'Where can I get that look?'...sometimes, to themselves—female and male—they ask a bit more.... Aubrye first.... A sheer, navy silk blouse inside what appeared to be a robin's egg-blue, crepe coat-dress, knee-length...hose, robin's egg-blue, with a navy seam....all ending in navy, patent-leather peep-toes...bag to match.... The hat, a wide-brimmed, felt, navy fedora with veil...broken down in all directions... Silver accessories all around.... Wip was chocolate in cream crepe....an ankle-length duster that buttoned to the knee...at the bodice, a strip of cream that suggested her shift....stockings the same color that led to soft, cream-colored, long-toed knee boots....her headgear was a cream-colored, open-crowned broad brim—snapped up in the front and along the left side like some damn musketeer...a soft cream scarf with faded rust tones was a trailing band.... Unruly, winter-wheat twists vied for attention from the crownless brim....Copper dangled from ears and wrists, entwined fingers ...and twisted round the neck and perched in that soft valley between those two gorgeous orbs....over the rims of the overly large sunglasses she donned as she exited, were the glints of her hazel lenses.... Aubrye headed for the lot and her silver Benz coupe.... Wip's ride was a cream on cream in cream Beetle convertible—top already down.... Aubrye pulled out of the lot and Wip followed.... A few blocks from the church they slid into a pleasant, tree-lined, black middle-class neighborhood of big, old houses with massive front yards, and even larger back properties....where the drives weren't obscenely long, they cut crescents in front of screened and canopied porches.... Aubrye hooked a right into a lawn-flanked semi-circle and pulled the coupe up under the carport.... Wip pulled in behind her.... Aubrye motioned her up the front steps and onto the coolness of the screened porch...and from there into an immense foyer.... With each step, Aubrye undid a button to her coat-dress so that by the time she reached an equally impressive stairwell and turned, Wip had to catch her breath.... What in church had appeared to be a rather demure outfit, might rightly be characterized as the devil's 'playsuit'.... The coat-dress swung open to reveal not only the super-sheer silk top that covered absolutely nothing, but also a tight, tight, short, short navy blue knit mini skirt that hugged every inch of Aubrye's ass and that was impossible for her to sit down in in polite company without, as the old folks used to say, 'catching cold'.... Before Wip could regain her composure, Aubrye was all in her space—her smell, her heat, her body—'Hi Babi....' she breathed as her mouth covered Wip's.... Aubrye palmed the globes of Wip's ass as she pushed her tongue deeper into her throat...the heat of her nipples radiating through the sheer silk...one knee parting the duster...raising it...and sliding up Wip's thigh... Wip decided to let Aubrye be the aggressor...this time.... *** Aubrye hit 'pay-dirt'...the 'jackpot'...the 'goldmine'...the 'honey-hole'—Wip's almost naked and immediately slickening cunt.... 'Mmmmmm...what do we have here?' Aubrye cooed...pushed Wip back at arms-length to just gaze on her prize.... 'Damn! You're fine!' she breathed.... 'Let's see what we got....' She approached Wip like she was unwrapping an expensive gift...the kind whose paper you wanted to keep forever....once she fumbled through all the buttons on the duster, she was forced to whistle as it fell open.... 'Got-damn!' she softly swore as the cream duster gave way to a cream knit sheath....tight as anything Aubrye could ever wish for and short as anything she'd ever wear...and a weave as transparent as tissue paper...against all that dark, sweet chocolate.... Clearly, both of our ladies had anticipated a bit more than church, and possibly more than brunch.... *** Aubrye leaned up against Wip, pressing her to the wall...her hands flat against it on either side of Wip's head....soft, warm, warm lips pressed hard against Wip's as a serpent's tongue insinuated its way through them.... Aubrye's nipples stung Wip's through the tissue of their dresses.... Hems that were much too short rode over hips exposing crotchless pantyhose and coordinating thongs, already mussed by copious leakage from both crotches.... Aubrye pried Wip's thighs apart with her knee—it didn't take much—slid it up until her thigh made contact with that pussy and a clit that felt like it was the size of a little dick—a thick little dick—the electric jolt of that contact—for the both of them—made her involuntarily bite Wip's lip.... Wip moaned as Aubrye tasted her sweet, salty blood and sucked her lip clean.... Wip figured that the time for being coy was over....she wrapped an arm round Aubrye' neck and drew her tongue even deeper into her mouth...sucking so hard that you might have thought she meant to uproot it....at the same time she clamped down on that muscular thigh and rode it...slicking it with the oil from her pussy.... Aubrye raised her thigh high enough to lift Wip off the floor...grinding that pussy just the way she loved her own to be ground....Wip's free hand had found a firm ass-cheek....her turn to 'insinuate' now....cheek spread, firm, slender digit slowly, masterfully inserted....Aubrye whines....presses closer....bears down firmer in her kiss, offering as much tongue as possible....bears up, rotating knee and thigh in an ever slickening crotch.... Then abruptly breaks the clinch.... 'I did invite you for brunch, didn't I?' as she started for a wide arched door.... The kitchen was huge...sun-filled and bright...befitting a late 'Sun'-day morning....the sun-porch off the space gave even more light and airiness as it overlooked a richly green backyard whose flowers danced in the soft late spring breeze....the porch itself was a 'lap'...if not of luxury, at the very least, leisure....a simply white space, picking up the sun's light...reflecting it back into the bright, soft golds of the kitchen.... White divans, chaises, deep chairs with ottomans littered the broad enclosure....it was difficult to tell that they were in the neighborhood—had neighbors—the way the total space was arranged.... There was a certain seclusion here.... *** Aubrye stepped to an obscenely large island in the center of the kitchen—larger than the entire kitchen of Wip's substantial condo....it was full fruit...lots of it on skewers...crepes...champagne flutes—and of course, champagne—and the biggest strawberries Wip had seen this season.... 'Something light to begin with...' Aubrye sighed, her back still to Wip as she shrugged her hips slightly and a navy thong with robin's egg-blue embroidery slid silently to the floor.... She turned from the counter, an ample strawberry in hand—for some reason, the size and shape made Wip immediately think of the head of a big, pretty, black cock—Aubrye leaned back against the island, her hips slightly elevated...up thrust...the skimpy knit of the navy skirt riding her hips...the moistness of her pussy-lips gleaming.... The move was practiced...it had a deftness...a certainly expertise....fluidly the big, cock-headed strawberry disappeared—almost entirely—up her cunt.... She shuddered...ever so slightly...on the push in and the pull out.... Then shivered again as she passed the cream-coated berry between her rich, full, lacquered lips and into her mouth.... The look on her face was as close to orgasmic as Wip had ever seen.... Aubrye's lashes fluttered open full...refocused, she smiled...another strawberry in hand...the same expert maneuver...only this time she beckoned Wip forward...all eyes.... There was a trance of lust in the air as Wip opened her mouth to accept the offering....before she bit, she sucked the berry free of all of its cream...her turn to shudder....her own cream clotting her thong.... Aubrye placed a hand on Wip's hip beneath the sheer bone sheath...found the ribbons of the thong and tugged....the silence of a butterfly descending.... She handed Wip two flutes of Champagne, picked up the platter of fruit and ushered her onto the sun-porch....she placed the platter on a table next to a stark white chaise covered in raw cotton...she took the flutes and placed them next to it....both hands on Wip's shoulders she gently pushed her deep into the cushions of the chaise, Wip's stilettoed feet on either side...the hem of the tight dress above her belly-button...smooth, glistening, naked pussy exposed.... Aubrye licks her lips.... Another big strawberry—why do they seem to increase in size?.... Aubrye's fingertips on Wip's upper thighs, radiating their own heat...making that pussy sweat even more...the anticipation making the seconds seem like forever.... The big, rough, berry cockhead is forced between the tight, hot pussy-lips—through that other mouth—that has been hungering for it.... Wip's head rolls back into the deep cushions...her eyes roll back in her head...her hips roll up to meet this one, single thrust...her pussy clinches to retain it...the whine rolls up her throat and across her tongue as the fruited cockhead is retrieved.... Her eyes—she forces to flutter open—catch the bright, red, berry cockhead richly coated with her cream as it descends, o so slowly...o so deliberately between equally bright red lips, onto a long pink tongue, swirling her cream...before it disappears in ecstasy.... One more berry...even bigger...more cream...this one shared....ending with an even deeper kiss.... The flutes tinkle...the champagne refreshes...revives...clears the palates.... 'How was that for an 'appetizer'?'.... Wip is speechless as Aubrye reaches into the fruit platter and pulls up a skewer of roasted pineapple chunks...pulls one off with her teeth and puts the skewer between Wip's.... Back again, to the platter....blueberries...big, firm, hard—but sweet.... Wip hadn't noticed, but these were strung together...like beads.... Aubrye pushed her back into the cushions...stretched herself out the full length of the chaise between Wip's thighs...twisted the pencil-eraser sized nipples through the tight, flimsy knit as her face dipped into Wip's pussy.... 'Oooooooo....' Wip moaned.... 'Mmmmmmm....' Aubrye hummed as her thumbs and forefingers twisted the long, thick nipples and her tongue twisted up into that cunt....her lips...and then her teeth, found the 'little man in the boat'—quite a big fellow by now—and gently bit and twisted 'him' as well..... 'Ooooo! Oooooo! Ooooooo....sh-iiiiiit....' Wip sweetly moaned as her pussy opened to release more cream....Aubrye's mouth was at the ready.... Aubrye kissed Wip....licked both their lips.... 'More....?' Wip nodded through the haze.... *** Aubrye took two strings of the big blueberries—about ten berries to a strand—and threaded one strand up an already slick and creamy pussy.... The other strand was reserved for Wip's asshole, which Aubrye began to prep with deep tongue jabs.... Again, all Wip could manage was 'O! O! Oooooo!' as her ass was tongue-fucked....it was almost too much to take when Aubrye began to push the big, hard berries through her sphincter....she could only whine as Aubrye smacked her ass with each additional berry.... Heat began to rise from Wip's ass as Aubrye gave equal attention to each cheek...her own hand glowing from its contact with Wip's muscular glutes—that contact making Aubrye's pussy leak even more....She locks her thighs and grinds against her own slickness....her own moans—almost inaudible—mingle with those of her 'victim'.... Aubrye heats Wip's ass—preps it....Wip twists and shudders with each strike—each strike adding more cream to the deca-berries wedged up her cunt...making her ass exude its own slipperiness to cover the bluettes pushed pass her sphincter.... Aubrye pulls Wip up...shifts her own position so that her spine is supported against the chaise's back.... She grasps Wip's wrists and pulls her oily pussy the length of her thigh til their titties are flush against the other's—radiating their own heat....Wip's moan is choked off by the sweet thickness of pussy-laced tongue.... Then, Aubrye makes her begin to cry.... These are real sobs...they wrack the body...force it to shake and convulse.... Aubrye grips the nape of Wip's neck...holds her tight to her mouth...makes her sob into it...as she rocks her berry-filled pussy on her thick thigh...and pulls—one by one—five big, hard berries—count them: 'one, two, three, four, five'—through her sphincter.... And then, with one savage lurch, tears the remaining five big, hard berries from Wip's asshole.... The wail, echoes and reverberates down Aubrye's throat...through the core of her body...resonates like the pulse of a sacred bell in her pussy...her clit its gong.... She cums too.... Wip's crying is almost uncontrollable.... Aubrye is shook as well....but not so much that she can't finish this 'course'.... She pushes Wip to her back again....places her lips against the lips of Wip's cunt.... There, with tongue and teeth, she searches for the string...finds it...secures it in her perfect bite.... Tugs so that every blueberry pearl snaps from the tightness of the cunt trap...rolls cross her tongue to be sucked and savored before being crunched in superb, sexual satisfaction.... Church Girl and Football Beauty Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become. Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had never had a girlfriend, and few boyfriends for that matter. With long auburn hair, and a cute face this was surprising, but hey there are lots of people out there, on the edge of the pool. With firm strong breasts, and to her mind a big waist and bum, to everyone else Jen was very attractive. She loved lesbian porn, but it also made her sadder and sadder that she had not felt the warmth of another woman's body. She knew what to do, but could never seem to create opportunities, or seize any fate offered. Wandering aimlessly, humming an old pop song to try to stay cheerful, she saw a soccer match in the distance. Curious, she walked to the touchline and watched, with a small smattering of other people, like her with very little interest. It was a women's football match, and Jen found it very dull. But then, she saw her. A foot shorter than Jen, she had light ginger hair, freckled face, and such a cute, doll like appearance. Jen found herself smiling, and looking only at this little beauty. She had such a look of concentration, yet with a twinkle of humor and fun. She ran with tremendous energy and enthusiasm, but never seemed to touch the ball. With increasing interest Jen studied the girl's body in the football shirt, shorts, and comical knee length socks. This new centre of Jen's attention had small, but bold neat breasts, slightly tubby legs and waist, and the most sweet, inviting arse on this planet. Jen felt her face redden, and a moisture in her panties. Suddenly the ginger haired beauty managed to kick the ball, Jen applauded wildly. The girl looked at Jen, waved and gave a smile that arrowed straight to the watching girl's heart. This was her, everything Jean had ever dreamt of, right there in front of her, playing football very badly. To her horror Jen found herself coloring red, even more, in the face; like a love sick schoolgirl. She had an urge to run away, but a stronger urge to stay : she watched the object of her desire intently, oblivious to the match and how badly her ginger haired heroine played. When the final whistle blew, Jen was torn, partly wanting to run, and yet desperate to speak to this fantastic girl. She froze, rigid with nerves, the ginger haired beauty was walking towards her: "Hi, I 'm Amber, well name and colour." The footballer laughed, and a smile lit up her face. What a smile, it lit up Jen's soul! With her legs shaking, Jen held out her hand. The women shook hands as Jen mumbled a high pitched "Hi" Then Amber suddenly hugged Jen, they felt so perfect together. She took the dazed taller woman to the club bar. Amber said to Jen stay there, at a table till I get showered and changed: joking that she would smell better on her return. Well the smell of Amber's sweat was so amazing to Jen, what could be better? After minutes of reverie, Jen saw Amber return, a white T shirt hugging her, her nipples showing in the equally white bra beneath. She also wore faded torn jeans, not normally Jen's taste, but this girl could wear a sack and make Jen wet and hot for her. Resisting the temptation to howl, Jen shot the footballing beauty her best seductive smile. Amber's face coloured, which pleased Jen so much, not out of nastiness, just reassurance that there was crackling, heady mutual attraction. Their conversation became relaxed, suggestive, funny and fun. Amber smiled quite coquettishly: "Would you like to come home to my place for tea," and again coloured in such a lovely way. "Oh yes, Amber, I am coming back to your place for .... Teeea." Both knowing this meant when they got through the door, they wanted to rip each others' clothes off and have each other in the porch. Well that was not quite what happened. They got to the kitchen, then the lounge and drank wine rather than tea. "Come here, Jen. I need you to hug me please." It was a hoarse whisper from Amber. Jen sat beside her love and hugged her long and lovingly. She heard a little sob from Amber, "You Ok?" "When I saw you clap, even before I just knew we were meant for each other: But I was so scared I would mess it up. Tried to be cool, but I did not feel cool, I wanted you so bad." Jen kissed the tears, shared the salty taste with her lover. "I was afraid of messing it up, but it seems Sappho has determined we will be together, Thanks with all my heart to her." "It is strange, Amber I am a Christian and yet I worship Sappho in many ways. The love she expressed, so pure." "I'll take your word for it," laughed Amber. "In the meantime there are too many clothes being worn in here." They fumbled and giggled, but managed to help each other to fully undress. Jen saw Amber's body with wonder, a light orange glow in the skin, freckles aplenty and breasts, not large but firm. Nipples pointing at her, imploring to be sucked. Jean felt good that her breasts stood out strongly for Amber's rapt gaze, proud of her long legs and firm neat bum, as she turned coquettishly for Amber to see fully. Even prouder of her shaved pussy, neat, but damp too! Amber was fantastic, thought Jen, she didn't want to look better than her, she loved her too much for that: but did certainly not want to look a frump beside her. Jen noticed a neat lovely triangle of orange hair above Amber's sweet little pussy. Now she felt tears in her own eyes. She is perfect to me, thought Jen. "Come," Amber suddenly said, gently took Jen's hand and led her to the bedroom. They jumped on the king sized bed, laughing, sighing groaning, holding so tight. Both said how they had been wet and desperate for this since that first encounter at the football match. How they had both been terrified it would not happen. Jen decided to be strong with this cheeky, wonderful teaser she loved so much: Pushing the ginger hared girl down onto her back on the bed, Jean clamped her lips to her lover. They kissed frantically, Jean marveled at the softness, the warmth of the girl. Her heart was bursting with pure love, her loins soaking with pure lust. Licking avidly she went down, circled each nipple in turn, smiled as she saw the amber glow even there, and pleasured them. Amber's sighs, groans and entreaties of "Yes, Yes" thrilled her. Further down Jen trailed with her tongue, teasing the belly button of her lover, smiling at the giggles that she caused. Jen licked and gently nipped the inner thighs of her ginger glowing lover. Then round her wet, sweet smelling cunt, the tongue teased and pleased. Then she was licking at the emerging, hard clit, the licking growing harder, more urgent, two fingers entering the sopping slit of her lover. Now Amber gasped, groaned, begged to be frigged and licked. Jen responded with manic vigour, feeling Amber stiffen, groan in the depths of her soul, and the sweet honey gush out into the safety of Jen's mouth and lips. Amber made love to Jen then, and it felt to the taller woman like a swarm of butterflies pleased every nerve. Jen clawed her way to a desperate, but ultimately blissful orgasm Church of Coldness Amber had been so right, warning that Jen's church would not welcome them. With dizzy courage Jen had told people that she and Amber were now a partnership, soon to be married in a civil ceremony. They were met with biscuits and silence. The Church could no longer voice its' disapproval, but there are many ways to communicate love, and sadly the lack of it. In the middle of the rambling, self-satisfied sermon, the two women just knew. With one movement they held hands and walked down the aisle to the rear door. The vicar, doing a bad impression of Cliff Richard, suddenly stopped his droan. "Why not stay? Jesus can change you ladies." Jen turned, still holding Amber's trembling hand. Squeezing that hand she said to Amber: "It's OK, Baby." Then to the vicar: "Jesus was there at the football match when I first met Amber, but he left here a long time ago." Church Girl Her strong hands and forearms secure Wip's thighs as she thrashes.... This time her moans—her cries—her shrieks—cannot be contained....Aubrye has no desire that they should be...they are music to her ears.... Pure delight.... Like blueberries and cream on the most jaded palette.... Aubrye slaps those slick thighs...then licks them....then reaches for a white linen napkin to dry her own face.... She reapplies her bright red lipstick in the reflection of the silver serving tray.... *** Perfect hostess...Aubrye props Wip's head on the chaise...then serves more champagne.... The two nibble and giggle...completely disheveled.... Perfect hostess....Aubrye picks up garments—shifts and dusters...scarves and all...and pads round the corner, stilettos clicking—aside from crotch-less pantyhose, the only form of dress left between the two of them—deposits the load in the dryer for 'airing'.... While Aubrye tends to their 'freshening', Wip makes a quick survey of the room from her vantage on the chaise....there, 'it' catches her eye, and she knows that this is just a 'breather'... 'It' is a cucumber...or a squash of some sort—long, thick, and full at the bottom....its bottom separated as if it were two balls....up the slight curve to its top—carved like the perfect dick-head...capped in black.... Wip shivers.... Click-clack.... Aubrye's ample ass slides round the wall...glides through the entrance...pass Wip.... Wip seizes a wrist...pulls Aubrye to the chaise and rolls atop her.... Nipples hot and almost perfectly matched....hot lips touching—in both places—hot breath...hotter words: 'Perfect hostess....' Wip whispers into Aubrye's mouth.... 'Alright, Hot Bitch...my turn....' The heavy, condommed vegetable slapped against the lips of Aubrye's already wet pussy as Wip spanked her clit with it.... 'Ouch! Bitch!.... Ouch!....Mmmmmmm....muthafuka....mmmmmm....O yes, Babi.... 'I'd love to fuck your mamma, if she's anything like you....' a whisper.... 'Mmmmmmm....O, yeh...nasti, fuckin' bitch....' The long, thick root bowed her pussy lips before Wip pushed the heavy, capped head between them.... 'Ooooooooo....shiiiiiiit...' Aubrye moaned.... 'Fuck me, Mami...fuck me....' Slow and methodical...Wip wanted Aubrey to know every inch, every ridge and pit of this cucumber-cock.... Slowly, she guided it way up that sweet pussy.... 'O, Babi!...O Babi!....You're fillin' me up! You're fillin' me up!....' 'Good, Bitch! Good!....just what you deserve....hot cunt, slut....' 'O yes, Babi....O yes....' Aubrye started to buck on the veggie-cock—started to ride it in earnest....all Wip had to do was hold it in place....then the wail started....Wip was certain that the Sunday afternoon calm had been shattered.... The bitch creamed so much on the cuc, that it looked like it had been drenched in dill dressing.... Wip slid the tool from Aubrye slick cunt, rolled the rubber off and dunked it in again—raw—to the hilt....Aubrye spasmed, shooked...moaned low and deep as Wip pulled the long vegetable back out.... She took a bite from the cream-covered tuber, then fed it to Aubrye.... Quite a way to get your veggies.... *** They were both exhausted....they lay there for a while in each others arms....cuddling, cooing, giggling, whispering what bad 'church-girls' they were.... Then, it occurred to Aubrye that she needed to make good on her initial threat... She grabbed Wip be the hand...pulled her to her feet and helped her struggle back into her stilettos....then she led her from the sunroom through the kitchen back to the foyer and the huge staircase....Aubrye guided Wip up the semi-circular incline, her finger to her lips when they reached the door at the top.... Before she turned the knob, she backed Wip into the corner once more and pushed three fingers up that hot, damp, slick pussy and pumped....covered Wip's mouth with her on thick, lush caramelled lips and hissed.... 'I warned you not to fuck with me, Bitch.... I told you my man's got a big dick....a huge dick....I warned you, Bitch....' Wip nearly collapsed as Aubrye twisted the three fingers in her cunt....and then slowly thumbed the French handle to the door.... *** The door parted slowly...with the slowness of a soft afternoon breeze....backlit in the soft glow of afternoon sun from the widows behind the bed...a warm shadow hung over the room.... Aubrye had maneuvered herself behind Wip...and in this, her positioning was almost unimaginable—she stood to the left and ever so slightly behind Wip...she had managed—as she gently nudged Wip to the door and through it—to not only re-insert the three fingers back up that hot pot, from the rear, but to also embed her thumb up Wip's asshole all the way to the first knuckle... With each rocking, stilettoed step, Wip was literally fucking herself on Aubrye's hand....concentrating on anything other than the sensation was extremely difficult.... In fact, at this point, all Wip was prone to concentrate on—(funny word, that—'prone'...Wip was wishing she could be that at this very moment—on her flat, tight belly having her ass and pussy finger-fucked by this magnificent bitch)—was the pleasure of it all.... She stumbled forward in the gloom til her knee made contact with the foot of the bed....then she did what came natural—she leaned into the bed and offered up as much of her ass and pussy as she possibly could to Aubrye's ravaging hand.... Aubrye took full advantage....withdrew her thumb from Wip's asshole—Wip whimpered for that empty second—cupped her full hand—four fingers and thumb—and gave Wip something she'd never experienced before—a fist.... The air rushed from Wip's lungs in a huge gasp...at the same moment two fingers found their way up her asshole and began to pump in unison with the fist up Wip's cunt.... That was almost exactly the moment she realized that her short, nappy-haired head had come to rest on something almost soft...at least 'soft' as in muscled...as in muscular...as in thigh.... As Aubrye fisted her pussy and finger-fucked her ass, Wip struggled to regain composure—to get a fix on her position and surroundings....she struggled to focus...she worked hard to force her eyes to lock on anything that might ground her.....Slowly she made out what seemed to be a dark column to the left of where her head rested....when she heard the voice...she knew what it was.... 'Damn, Honey...you said she was fine...but not this fine....' The voice was deep and sonorous....and the 'column' switched on a refrain that now began to play over and over for Wip—'I got a big cocked man, Bitch....I got a big cocked man....' Behind that—in the distance—she heard Aubrye's voice: 'Yeh, she's a hot little muthafuka, too....' *** Ironically...the only thing that came to Wip's mind was that the only hole that wasn't filled was her mouth.... It was clear that the mysterious voice was pumping the 'column'....she could feel it heave....she could smell its damp sweetness....she even caught the glint of sap that pearled its length with his stroking.... Now, she wanted to taste it... With Aubrye still working her pussy and ass, she struggled to bring her head up high enough to capture cock.... Even she hadn't anticipated how high was 'high'.... This boi had a long cock....Wip had seen long and thick—there was at least one in her family—she had even treated herself to several—after all, in her mind, were there any other kind worth having—but this one seemed gargantuan....or was it just the fact that the fist in her pussy and fingers plugging her asshole were just pushing her imagination over the edge.... *** Wip made contact with the fat, black cock about midway up the shaft....there her lips met the thickness...she spread them, used her tongue to make the surface even slicker...and with her nose pushed the big hand pumping it aside.... She shivered when she tasted the salty sweetness of the precum....then she began to pump the shaft with her mouth....attempting to work her way to its cone.... All the while, Aubrye continued to assault her ass and pussy, and Wip twisted and ground against each lunge.... 'Ooooooo....shi-iiiiiit....fu-uuuuck....' He growled, as she mouth-massaged his shaft....'Where the fuck did you find her, Babi?....She ain't nothing like what I imagined the church ladies to be....' 'I told you she was hot....and I told you I bet she could handle all my man's dick....' Wip heard a distant voice say...just as her mouth mounted the summit of that cock.... 'Oooooo...fuck! Babi!...Fuck!—Who IS this bitch??!!' It was a deep, rumbling screech as Wip bottomed on that cock and began a self-imposed gagging—precum and spit oozing from her mouth, out...all around that thick, black wand...so thick that the voyeur would have thought that he had already cum.... She had bottomed on it...but that was only about a third of the huge tool—four or five inches.... She held it in the back of her throat....pumped it...constricted her throat muscled around it and gurgled up thick, creamy loads of a spitty precum concoction.... Aubrye leaned in as close as possible without disengaging her hands from Wip's holes.... 'Damn...I wanna taste that, Babi....' She whispered to Wip.... Wip shifted her angle just enough to let ropes of the cream spill to Aubrye's hungry mouth.... 'The bitch is gonna kill me, Brye!....' the deep voice rasped.... 'Least you'll happy, Nasti Beast....' Aubrye laughed out loud.... 'And there'll be at least two fine bitches dressed in black to dance on your grave!—Be a man! Enjoy that shit! I'm gonna ask girlfriend for lessons when she finishes on you....!' There's something about sucking cock that has always made Wip want more.... She always remembers the question she put to her twin Sydian on the matter....she was never one to get into Sydd's sex life—it just usually happened—probably because the two of them were so close....in any case, one of the many conversations on sex emerged, and Wip asked the 'expert' about 'head'.... It wasn't as if Wip hadn't sucked her share of dicks—big ones—up til that moment...it was just assumed that her older twin was a bit more experienced....you see she had a dick—one of the biggest Wip had ever seen—and some thought had been sucking and been sucked with a frequency that could only be imagined—even by Wip.... Truth be told, Sydd was an 'oral-phile'....she loved putting her lips, mouth, tongue, and teeth on all the sweet, hot, damp, nasty places the human body offered...and while she wasn't particularly into men...she loved sucking cock as much as she loved having hers sucked.... So...Sydd's insights on cock-sucking played in Wip's head at this moment as she attempted—in her sister's vernacular—to sweetly 'hurt' this man good.... It was only when she felt him swell to the point that she thought he was ready to cum that she used her own hands....she clamped him off at the base of his cock.... Then, she pulled herself free of Aubrye's fist and fingers and scooted up his thick thigh...both hands firmly choking down that cock...keeping that cum contained.... For the first time, Wip got a chance to see the 'monster'—it was exactly that....she couldn't get both hands round it—her jaw still ached—it must have been at least a foot long—maybe even fifteen inches....yeh, it was the stuff you heard of in porno legends...and now she was gonna fuck it...she was gonna ride 'my man gotta big cock....' Aubrye knew what she was doin'....she had prepped our girl for this moment....that fisting had made Wip's cunt just elastic enough to take this mutha without too much pain....but sometimes, pain is good...now she assisted by capping that swollen black snake... Wip lowered herself onto all that thick cock...let that big pretty cock head pierce the beautiful, swollen lips of her pussy....they groaned in unison as her tightness grated on the head of that big cock.... Aubrye whispered cheers behind them: 'Yeh....get 'em, Pretti Babi...You such a nasti lil' bitch....Fuck him good!... Ooooooo, Daddi, she's such a lil slut!....she takin' all my babi's cock....' Aubrye was truly amazed that someone else could take all of her husband's dick...she had always thought of it as an 'acquired taste'....she laughed to herself.... 'wonder who else, Ms Wip's been fucking....know her way round some big dick....' Wip rode Aubrye's man's cock like she was a winning Kentucky Derby jockey...she was truly 'posting' on all that dick....it was hard to tell who was whinnying more, Wip or her stallion.... She was pounding the boi and making him lather...you could tell by the froth on his thick dick.... Wip was preoccupied—how could she not be—she hadn't noticed that Aubrye had backed away....then from the corner of her eye she caught Aubrye's reflection in the mirror.... *** Aubrye had her knees bent slightly as she worked the back end of a two-headed dildo up her pussy.... Not just any two-headed dildo....this was a specially shaped strap-on.... The end Aubrye was inserting was curved to fit up her and to be anchored in her pussy after she strapped up.... the 'business end' stood up just like her husband's dick...just a bit smaller.... Aubrye climbed up on to the bed between her husband's thighs...right behind Wip.... She bent low and tongued Wip's already puckered asshole.... Wip moaned loud with all that pole up her pussy.... She looked back over her shoulder....Aubrye gave her that big bright smile...leaned forward to kiss her deep...and in the same motion put nine inches of black rubber as far up Wip's asshole as it would go.... Wip's muffled scream slid down Aubrye's throat and was replaced by an 'Unhhhh....unhhhhhh...unhhhhhh....' while she pounded the hole her husband wasn't in.... Aubrye cooed while she was up Wip's ass: 'Yes...Babi....give it up to Mami....give it to me, Lil Slut....be my bitch....show me how you fuck me and my big dicked man....' It was a bit more than even Wip could handle.... It seemed like Aubrye had commanded all her sensation to her ass....Wip spasmed, moaned and jerked....babbled while she was impaled on the twin spikes....cream washed from her hot hole in a scalding torrent...she imagined that her sweating asshole must be steaming....she must have cum three or four times.... Evidently, the other end of Aubrye's dildo had done it's job too....Aubrye shook and cursed....called everyone and no one 'Muthafukka!' , several times, before she slumped and fell to the side.... However...the big man wasn't done yet.... *** He flipped Wip onto her back... wrapped her thighs round his neck for maximum penetration and bottomed in her—she saw stars—then he began to rotate and piston that cock in her boiling, slick hole.... Wip finally regained her focus as it felt like he was swelling beyond belief and about to loose it—to give it up...she wrapped her arms round his neck with her thighs and began to croon to him.... 'Give it to me, Daddi.... Give this lil bitch all that big sweet dick....give me that hot sweet cream....' He grunted louder and pushed deeper.... It was then that Wip looked over his shoulder and saw Aubrye's impish grin.... Aubrye was behind her husband...matching him stroke for stroke as he plowed Wip's pussy...her nine inches of strap-on deep in his ass and him fucking Wip like it would be his last.... Wip thought she had passed onto another plane as he swelled and bottomed in her one last time, then let go of all of his seed with a bellow that shook the room and almost burst the condom.... Somewhere in the distance: 'Yeh, Daddi...give the sweet lil' bitch all my cream...give her all of Mami's cream.... *** Every so often, one gets to act in accordance with what one has learned as good, or neighborly....Wip was only too happy to have had the opportunity to welcome the new assistant pastor and his wife to the community.... One could only wonder how long they might stay.... No matter that... Wip was convinced that she, for one, would make the most of their time....And they clearly intended to make the most of hers....