5 comments/ 50462 views/ 7 favorites The Preacher's Wife Ch. 05a By: chunkyd1 This is the long promised rewrite of The Preacher's Wife series (Cathy gives some counseling)! * Cathy Modeno was halfway through the day when John Simmons and has son Brian came into the comfortable little room. She was spending the day counseling, acting as the good preachers wife, and had looked forward to a day without event or excitement. Both John and Brian were tall, the father a bit more muscular and with a goatee, the son lean and clean-shaven with close shorn hair. Both were several inches over six feet tall, and were dressed in rather rough work clothes. Unknown to her, the two men had seen her come to the shelter, and had quickly devised a story for themselves. They were neither homeless nor out of work. Cathy was dressed in a one piece, soft knit dress that buttoned up the front; it hugged her breasts tightly, showing off a good amount of cleavage, and the straps of the dress were thin enough so that the straps of her pink bra were visible. It hugged her lush hips and ass as well; she had to wear a thong to keep panty lines from showing, and it was this that had caught father and sons eye as she bent into the back seat of her car to get her notebook and some other supplies. She had gone with bare legs today; the dress was modest in that respect, coming to just over her knees when she sat down. As well, she wore a stylish indoor jacket with the dress which buttoned all the way up to her slim neck and ending just above where her belly button would be. It hid the nature of the dress she wore, and she smiled to herself at how the two men would look at her could they see it. Cathy blushed slightly as she showed the men to the couch - why had she thought that? She thought to herself, but did notice that the look in the men's eyes was - she blushed harder. The looks were assessing, from the father and son both. Even with the jacket on her figure could not really be disguised. When the father, John, patted the couch between himself and his son Cathy reacted without thought, sitting down between the two tall, handsome men, and knowing as she did it that she shouldn't. Her stomach writhed softly. "Well, what can I help you with today, guys?" Cathy said. She laid her pad down on the table in front of her, then straightened up, at a loss with what to do with her hands. She finally settled for resting them on the couch on either side of her. Her skirt had crept up several inches, and was showing off her lower thigh nicely. She told herself that it did not matter, that these men were here for help. "Well, my son had some questions about his girlfriend, Mrs. Modeno," John said, smiling at her, and then said, "Are you hot? It looks like you're a bit flushed." "Umm, no, no, I'm alright - well, it is a bit hot in here," she said softly, trailing off as he casually reached up and unfastened the top button of her dress jacket, just under the silky soft skin of her throat. His fingers dropped to the second button. "I . . . I really don't think you need to do that," Cathy smiled tremulously as the man's thick fingers toyed with the second button. She swallowed, but for some reason could not bring herself to push the man's hand away. My god, she thought, I can't just sit here and let him take my coat off! "Well, what was concerning you, Brian?" she asked, ignoring the fact that John was now slipping the second button open. Her jacket was starting to gape open - only five buttons held it - and the smooth skin of her upper chest was becoming visible. "I was just wondering what - umm, you know, what appropriate touching between me and my girlfriend would be; we've been going out for a while now, and we're starting to kiss a little more deeply, and she likes me to feel her legs." "Umm, what do you mean by that, Brian?" Cathy asked, totally ignoring the fact that John had now unfastened the third button, and that the top of the dress and her exposed cleavage were now on display. She had rolled her hands into fists, and was pressing them into the couch cushions in anger - couldn't John get the idea she did not want him to go any further? "I really don't think that's necessary," she told John again, and the two men shared a smile when she did not actually try to push his hands away from her jacket. She was opening her mouth to tell him to stop again when John said, slipping open the fourth button, "Why don't you show her what you mean, son?" "Well, the kissing -- here, why don't I show you?" he said, and then he was bending over. His father was now toying with the last button of the jacket, and Cathy sat very still as the young man pressed his lips to hers. His tongue slipped out and licked her full lower lip, and then traced her juicy, pouting lips again, then again, and then Cathy stirred, and somehow found her mouth slipping open; she allowed the young man's tongue to begin exploring her, and could not help opening her mouth just a bit wider. After what seemed a long minute, with Cathy opening her mouth wider still and tilting her head slightly as his agile tongue thoroughly explored her, he was sitting up -- "That was like it, kinda, Mrs. Modeno, but you're a better kisser!" he said. "Anyway, I'll show you how she likes me to feel her leg, and see if you think that's OK!" "I . . . I don't think that's a good idea, Brian," she said - she tried feebly to push John's hands away again, but then he had succeeded in loosening her jacket completely. It fell open, revealing the tight thin dress clinging softly to her slightly rounded tummy and her large, heaving breasts. The edge of the bra was easily visible, as were her stiff, strawberry sized nipples. "It really would help," Brian said; ignoring her tits, he looked her in the eye and slowly reached out, slipped his hand onto her leg just above the knee. "She likes it when I rub and squeeze her legs, Mrs. Modeno," he said softly, rubbing his hand down to the inside of her lower thigh; he slid his big, hot hand from her knee to about midthigh at the edge of her skirt. "Umm, well, I guess that would be OK, Brian," she said, all to aware of the fact that her cantaloupe sized breasts straining against the thin dress were now attracting attention from both father and son. God, why had she chosen to wear this dress? What had the Deacon done to her? "Sometimes men will want to detain you," he had said - Cathy shivered heavily, and a flush of heat shot through her taut, lithe body. "And how far up her legs can I slide my hands, Mrs. Modeno?" he asked, pushing his hand off of her knee again, up onto her lower shapely thigh. His thumb brushed the edge of her skirt this time, pushing it slightly higher. "I . . . I think that's far enough, Brian" she said, trying to make her voice stronger, trying to keep the trembling out of it. He smiled at her, and squeezed the soft flesh of her lower thigh gently. "My girlfriend likes it when I squeeze her leg too - do you like it, Mrs. Modeno? She say's it makes her horny as hell!". Cathy shifted slightly, her fists still pressed into the couch, and her legs seemed to slip apart accidentally. Brian slipped his hand a bit further up her thigh, and squeezed with a bit more force. She decided to ignore what he had just said, though it shocked her. "I - I really do think that that is far enough, Brian" she said, biting her lower lip. John had started rubbing the inside of her arm, and he slipped his hand up a bit higher so that he was rubbing her upper arm. One time the backs of his knuckles brushed against the side of her heavy breast; Cathy squirmed, and the next time his knuckles pushed even harder into her swelling, sensitive mound. "But it's ok if I squeeze your leg for a minute, isn't it, Mrs. Modeno?" Brian said, softly kneading the woman's thigh now as she squirmed around, trying to avoid John's knuckles. She was all to aware of the sight of her massive breasts moving as she twisted and turned. She would get through this, she said to herself - this time it will be different! She finally reached out to Brian's hand, and managed to push it off of her shapely, silky thigh - her skirt had ridden up a bit, showing off even more of her lithe, muscular thighs but she did not think to push it back down. "She also likes me to do this other thing, Mrs. Modeno - can I show you?" he asked. "I just don't know if its right!" "Umm, well, what is it, Brian?" Cathy asked, trying to catch her breath, wishing her nipples would lose their hardness. "She likes me to push against her tits with my palm," Brian said, and then reached up casually. Cathy watched his arm coming up, her pretty mouth sagging open slightly, her fists again pressed into the couch cushions. She watched in a daze as he pressed his palm against the tip of her left breast. The heat from his big, hard hand immediately soaked into her heaving globe and her nipples stiffened even further. "Ohn, god, Brian, I . . . I don't think, ohhhnnnn, I don't think you should do that!" she gasped as he began rubbing his hand in a circular motion, dragging her left nipple around with his palm. She was startled at how intensely his big, hard hand was making her feel -- waves poured out of her swollen, supersensitive knockers and threatened to overwhelm her. She finally reached up and tried feebly to push him away as he switched breasts again, and then he was saying, "She liked it when I did this too, Mrs. Modeno," and then he was spreading his fingers, thrumming them across her stubby, thick nipple, first one and then, quickly, the other and back again. "Uhhggnn," Cathy sighed softly as the young man tweaked her sensitive bud, and began switching from one breast to the other with more leisure, as though to see whether he could get both nipples at the same stiffness - he pinched her tender flesh harder than before, and Cathy tried to breathe evenly. Her mouth sagged open as she stared down at his hand; his fingers were brushing the exposed portions of her silky hot titflesh regularly now. "You look a little tense, Mrs. Modeno, maybe you could use another nice friendly kiss," John said, staring at the gorgeous woman. She was staring down at Brian's hands, and he bent down, leaned into her and gradually sealed his lips with hers. Cathy could not help herself for some reason - she felt John's hand now slip onto her thigh, and her eyes slipped shut of their own accord as he nibbled at her full, pouting lower lip and then started slipping his thick, minty tasting tongue in and out of her softly panting mouth. His tongue licked her even teeth, the roof of her mouth, and toyed with her own tongue. Cathy could not stop the sick urge to start moving her tongue, pushing it into his mouth and then sucking on his, and she moaned louder when Brian finally began cupping her heaving breasts, and squeezing them roughly. Cathy came to her senses, somehow pulling her mouth away from John's; her squirming had caused her shapely thighs to part some more, and John was now running his hand up and down her silky skin as Brian began pulling on just the woman's nipple, stretching her whole tit globe out inside the dress and bra. Cathy realized that he had undone one of the buttons and that her heavy breasts were even more visible, and more of the sexy pink bra. "Ohn, noo, god, Brian, please stop that right now!" she gasped, and reached up, somehow succeeded in pushing his hand away, but it went right back and began pinching her right nipple, pulling on it and twisting it. Cathy gritted her teeth, and tried not to let her eyes roll up; she could not stop the sharp little moan, and the fact that she was now arching her back slightly, pushing her heaving, pulsing breasts out for the young man completely escaped her. John smiled at the sight of the gorgeous woman, and gradually inched her skirt up a bit more. He was amazed they had gotten as far as they had, and suddenly knew that if they played their cards right they would be able to go all the way. This gorgeous chick was a natural born whore, John realized, and so did his son. "OK, Mrs. Modeno, but you have to do something for me," he said, for now ignoring her feeble efforts to push his hands away. He continued to pinch and twist her supersensitive bud, and it made the middle aged woman gasp and squirm, causing her thighs to fall even further apart. "Wh . . . what's that, Brian?" she asked, desperate to make his hand stop what it was doing. "You have to take your shirt and bra off, and give me another kiss to get even with dad." "Ohnn, god, I wish you wouldn't pinch them that hard, Brian! That's - that's absurd, I don't think, Ohnnnn, nooo, don't start squeezing me again, OK, I'll do it, but you have to promise you won't touch, just look, OK?" "Yeah, of course, Mrs. Modeno," Brian said, and then drew his hand away. Cathy tried to ignore John's hot, big hand rubbing and squeezing her thigh, tried to calm her mind. She could do this, she thought, and then reached up and started slowly unfastening the small buttons of the dress; they went to the very bottom of her belly, and in a daze she unfastened them all. She saw that her skirt was pushed a long way up her legs, so that her pussy had to be less than five inches above her skirt, but she managed to ignore that, and the fact that even as she watched John's hand was able to inch the skirt up another half an inch. She licked her lips as she pulled the dress off of her shoulders and let it collapse around her waist, and then she was unhooking the little bra from the front. She left it over her shoulders but shrugged it off of her breasts, and without being told she pressed her hands back into the couch cushions and arched her back, pushing her perfect titties out for the men's inspection. Her big, firm knockers were the size and shape of cantaloupes, with just a hint of sag to them, and turgid nipples the size of her little fingers and poking from the shuddering globes by a half an inch. As well, her whole aureole had swelled, giving the appearance of a strawberry sitting atop the firm mound. "That's beautiful," John said, his warm breath against her supersensitive knockers making her shiver. She felt Brian's hand in her hair turning her head to his, and she opened her mouth willingly to his tongue, began sucking on it and dueling against it with her own tongue right away - after all, she had said she would kiss him. She moaned and sighed into Brian's mouth - he was a very good kisser, even better than his father, and she realized she was losing track of time. Every time she tried to pull away, he would just tighten his grip on her hair and increase the passion of his long wet kiss. Cathy was almost disappointed not to feel her big breasts being abused, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the boy finally let her lean away from him. "That was great, Mrs. Modeno," he said, smiling at her. She had done it, she realized, but she just sat there for a long moment, her perfect breasts heaving, her mouth hanging open slightly. "Hang on, you kissed him a lot longer than me," John suddenly said. Cathy bit her lower lip, and shifted to look at him. Her dress was now pushed almost to the point where her shapely thighs joined at her crotch. "Let me kiss you one more time, Mrs. Modeno, that's only fair." "Yeah, but then you have to kiss me just once more, so we'll both have been kissed twice." "I - I don't think my husband would approve of this," she said weakly, but John just snorted laughter. "I don't think your husband needs to hear about any of this," he said, the implication clear. "Do we have a deal?" "Umm, OK, I guess," Cathy said uncertainly, and tilted her head towards John. "Actually, I want to kiss something else," he said, and then he was leaning down. Cathy drew in a sharp breath as the man began rubbing his surprisingly soft lips over the silky, hot skin of her swollen breast. He began licking the globe gently, then centered his tongue on her throbbing nipple. "Ohn, mm, ohn, no, no I told you you couldn't touch me like that," Cathy gasped, but her fists remained pressed into the couch cushions. John pulled his mouth away long enough to tell her that she had just told his son that, then he smiled and said he was not feeling her up, after all, just giving them a bit of a kiss. Cathy just bit her lip as the man bent back down and sucked as much of her tittie into his hot, wet mouth as he could. "Ohnnn, fuck, maybe you shouldn't bite my nipple like that," Cathy gasped, her lithe body twisting as the man mauled her heaving breasts with his skilled mouth. His hand squeezed her thigh harder, and he bit down on her nipple, then once again sucked as much of the pliant, silky soft breast into his mouth as he could, then was chewing once again on her nipple. "Uhnn, uh, uhn, uhn, I -- really don't think -- I really think you should stop!" she finally gasped, and then gasped again as he began squeezing the firm globe he was sucking on. Brian immediately reached up and began kneading large fistfuls of her other breast again. "I just wanna feel how soft these are naked, Mrs. Modeno," he smiled as his dad kept chewing and sucking on her now completely wet right breast. "That's OK, isn't it?" "Uhnnnnnnnn, ooooooooo, nooooo, ohnnnnnn, yes -- uhn, uhn, I think I'm gonna cum!" she wailed, trying yet to keep her voice down as she began twitching and thrashing on the couch. She hated these men for what they made her, she told herself -- she hated them for making her act like a cock hungry whore, but then all thought was lost as her consciousness eluded her, and all there was was a soft, orgasmic glow through which she felt herself being mauled and caressed, through which she felt her tight body jerking and twisting to the soft, inexorable waves of the orgasm. She couldn't believe she had gotten off, she thought a few moments later - all they had been doing was rubbing and squeezing her large, firm breasts. She stared at John, and then moaned slightly as he bent and began licking her left breast again. "That's given me an idea, Mrs. Modeno," she heard Brian say. "If dad can kiss your boobs for his kiss, you could give me the kiss you owe me somewhere else, right?" "I . . . ohnnnn, uhn, uhn, ohhhh, I don't think that's a good idea, Brian," she gasped softly, and turned to see him standing on the couch. Even as she watched, he was finishing pulling his fat, ten inch cock out of his pants, and then he slapped it against her cheek. "Ohn, my god, no, please, please, pl - mmmnnfff, umm, mnnnnnnn!" Cathy moaned as Brian once again grabbed a thick tangle of her hair, and guided his fat, plum sized cock crown to the protesting woman's juicy lips. He pushed, at the same time pulling her hair, and felt her mouth slip open far enough so that his bulbous cock head slipped between her silky, pouting lips. Cathy squirmed around, and tried to slide down into the seat of the couch to avoid more of the young man's shaft sliding into her vulnerable mouth as she could. She also felt a strong flash of renewed lust as the two men abused her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came again, and raged at herself for losing control. Finally, because of her squirming about and trying to evade Brian's thrusting cock, John's hand found her panty covered pussy. The panties were already soaked in her juices, and it was to much for the flustered woman; she involuntarily rolled her hips against his hand, and as though by magic he found her swollen little clitty and began teasing it through the skimpy panties. Cathy moaned and gasped around Brian's fat cock as he slid four inches in and out of her mouth, and at some point she began sucking on the fat, stiff tool. She was soon making slurping sounds around his rigid pole, and moaning in another orgasm as Johns fingers ripped her panties apart, as he began fucking her with two fingers, at the same time continuing to chew and lick her heaving breasts. The Preacher's Wife Ch. 05a She jerked again, and was dimly aware of Brian shooting a giant load of cum in her frantically swallowing mouth. She finally pulled away, realizing John was leaving her alone for a moment. "I -- I can't believe you made me do that, young man!" she said. She was cupping her breasts now, and turned as she realized John was no longer sitting on the couch. John got up, and quickly stripped, then pulled Cathy away from his son. "Please, sir, please help me -- don't let him fuck me, please, sir!" "Don't worry, I just want to see something," he told her, and sat down, then he was repositioning her easily between his thighs, and drew her gasping, half open mouth to his cock, which was a twin to his sons, fat and ten inches long. "Do I have to? And then you won't let him fuck me?" Cathy asked, backing up slightly, her small hands on the man's thick thighs. His stiff prick looked huge, and he began toying with one of her breasts. She didn't see any point in trying to stop him, but it still made her twitch and moan. "Just put it in your mouth one time, I just want to see how far my son stuck his in, and then we'll be done," he smiled, and pulled forward again on her hair, at the same time giving a strong squeeze to her heaving mound. He rubbed her lips over his leaking cock crown, and then grinned as the beautiful woman's lips dropped open. Brian grinned in delight, and got down behind the woman, who was already bobbing her head up and down his dad's fat shaft. He finished pushing the skirt above her well rounded hips, and then he was slotting his fat, still hard cock into her swollen, pouting pussy lips. "Don't worry, Mrs. Modeno, I just wanna see how soft your cunt lips are!" Brian crowed as she took her mouth off his fathers jerking cock and looked at him over her shoulder. John guided her head back around, and Cathy ovalled her lips as the man began guiding her slack, drooling mouth once again up and down his fat, rock hard shaft. Brian was rubbing his bulbous, velvety cock head all over her pussy lips -- her pussy was itching uncontrollably! He guided it down, and began rubbing her still inflamed clit with his leaking cock crown; Cathy moaned and began slurping a bit harder at John's now leaking cock - she raised one hand up and began jacking it in time to the movements of her mouth. When she felt Brian's dick back at her pussy lips she could not stop the small naughty urge to lean back slightly so that she felt his dick began nudging into her tight, juicy clam. The head finally parted her tight pussy lips - tight but juicy, Brian was discovering. His hands were on her rounded hips, but for the moment he let the woman do her thing - she was rocking backwards slightly as she sucked his old man off, and he knew that she was aware that she was impaling herself slightly more with each rocking motion. He began swaying just slightly - soon three inches of his dick was sliding into the woman's tight, gripping pussy, and she was now starting to moan around his dad's dick. His hands tightened on her hips, and he began helping her move, began swaying deeper, and deeper till his entire rod was slipping in and out of her tight, juicy, clasping pussy with each thrust, till his lean loins were slapping against her round, plush ass. Cathy squealed as Brian began fucking his monster dick into her tight shaft with even more force, and when John's cock bumped into the back of her throat the next time she swallowed his rod, deepthroating him. Then she was being pulled back and forth between the two men; at some point John shot off once, and then again, and Cathy took perverse pride in knowing that she swallowed every drop of his cum. She had lost track of how many orgasms she had had, but was able to achieve one more as Brian rolled her onto her back, pinned her legs back by her shoulders and fucked her violently until they came simultaneously. He also shot his load into her spasming pussy, and she found herself wishing that he had gotten up and sprayed his load over her tits and face. Cathy hurriedly cleaned herself up, paying special attention to make sure her still swollen pussy was as clean as it had been that morning. Then she put on her bra and buttoned up her jacket. Her panties were ruined, but at least she thought that her bra was still good - it really was a bit to small, she thought to herself, but she would be going straight home now - nothing else would happen. So she finished her paperwork with trembling hands, and after ten minutes or so she went upstairs on shaking legs. She had thought the jacket would do something to prevent this sort of thing, despite the sexy dress under it, and it had for most of the day - she had received some looks, searching - but then the father and son came in - and all had been lost in moments, as soon as she sat down on the couch, she realized - that had been her mistake. She found herself wishing they had taken more time abusing her flush, taut body Pat Carver, the buildings head maintenance man, was in his office with what looked like his whole staff, four rough looking men, two of them black, one white and one Hispanic. Cathy waved at him, and Pat called out to her, "Come on in, Mrs. Modeno," he said, his voice loud and commanding. Cathy knew she should just wave and keep on walking - her body was still throbbing after her experience, and she realized that she could still easily lose control. The mistake had been sitting down on the same couch, she thought to herself - the mistake was always proximity. But the Pat had always seemed so nice! She thought to herself, and walked into the his office on wooden legs, to aware of how she looked, her hair in a mess, her face flushed and still breathing with difficulty. At least she had her jacket buttoned up - there was no way these men could know anything about what had happened. They talked about this and that - the church, and a band she had seen and, of course, the weather. She tried to include all the men in the conversation, but it soon became apparent to her that whenever she was not talking directly to someone, they were staring at her body. She had to admit, even the jacket emphasized her large breasts slightly, but she knew they were looking at her ass and legs, and even the sexy curve of her hips which were all visible beneath the hem of the jacket. She felt a shiver ripple through her body at that realization; she should leave this room now, she told herself, but instead said in a soft voice, "You guys seem so nice, I'm really glad you're here today," trying to keep her voice steady. "Why, what's the matter, Mrs. Modeno?" Pat Carver said, getting up and coming around the desk. He leaned against the desk, and then guided her over in front of him and began rubbing her shoulders through the jacket. "My god, your tense," he said softly as he massaged the fine muscles of her neck and shoulders. "Umm, it's nothing, Pat, really - God, your hands feel sooo nice, but maybe I should just leave." "Nonsense - come on, we're all adults here - is there something wrong? Go ahead and tell us, we won't tell anyone else anything," and all the while his strong, skilled fingers dug into the muscles of her neck and shoulder, making her feel faint and limp beneath his fingers. Somehow, she kept herself from leaning back against him, his fingers were making her feel so relaxed. Of course, her heart was beating like a hammer too, and she did not understand that. Cathy swallowed heavily - she had simply stared at him dumbly as he walked around her, started rubbing her shoulders and now she was melting under that attentive touch. She looked back over her shoulder and bit her full lower lip, stared at the man shyly as he smiled into her eyes. She looked at the four others, they were all staring at her with slight smiles on their faces. As she watched, Vic, a heavily built rather ugly, older black man stood up, and so did one of the Mexican brothers, Tommy. He was tall and whip thin and quite handsome. "So what's going on, Mrs. Modeno?" Vic said, stopping in front of her. "Umm, well, some men downstairs, umm, really hurt my feelings and tried to get . . . umnn, tried to get fresh with me," she said, allowing herself to relax into Pat's big, skilled hands as he massaged her back and shoulders. She saw how the men were looking at her legs and hips, which the dress hugged tautly, and could also tell they were staring at the swell of her breasts through the jacket. "How did they hurt your feelings?" Tommy asked. Cathy froze - what had she just said?!?! She had to say something now, they were looking at her with such intensity! So she made up something that might have hurt her feelings: "Well, they, um, they said my dress made me look like a . . . ohnn, I'm not sure I should say it," she said softly, looking at the men from lowered eyes. 'My god, what was she doing?' part of her mind screamed; her nipples were itching crazily against her silk bra - she knew what she was doing at some level, she knew she was teasing these men a bit but nothing would come of it, she told herself - it couldn't, with all of them in the room! They were gentlemen, after all! "Like a what?" Pat said again from behind her, and for the first time felt his thick cock stirring in his pants. He squeezed her shoulders harder. "Like a what, Mrs. Modeno?" "Umm, like a little whore," she finished softly. "Well, that dress seems perfectly fine to me," Tommy said, and Don, the young handsome black guy said, "Maybe she didn't have the jacket on, guys." "Did you take your jacket off, Mrs. Modeno?" Vic asked, smiling down at the beauty. There was no way this could be happening, but he had been divorced for a year without any pussy - even if they just saw a little flesh it would be worth it, something he was actually beginning to think was possible. Cathy swallowed, wondering what she was doing. She felt Pat's hands on her back, and then tracing her ribcage. "No, I didn't - one of the men said I looked hot, and then he took my jacket off. I - I tried to tell him not to," Cathy swallowed again as she felt Pat's hands slip smoothly onto her soft, rounded hips. She found herself reaching up and gripping his wrists, even though she knew the action caused her jacket to become tighter across her bosom. Her nipples, she was mortified to see, were clearly visible even through the thick fabric. "Umm," she started, and then Tony, Tommy's brother said, "Maybe we should see the dress, then we could give you our opinion." "Umm, I don't think that would be that great an idea - umm, maybe I had better just leave," she said, but she did not let go of Pat's wrists. She felt him pulling her back slightly, but resisted the soft pressure of his big, hot hands - the heat from them was gradually seeping into her belly. She bit her lip again, hoping that she hadn't gone to far in her teasing. "So what, did this guy just reach up and unfasten your jacket?" Tommy said, and Cathy looked away from his dark eyes. "Like this?" Vic asked, and Cathy looked at his thick, stubby fingers as they undid the first button of the jacket. She swallowed, her mouth dry, and said in a slightly shaking voice, "Ohnn, I don't think that's a good idea, Vic!" "We just want to help you get to the bottom of this, Mrs. Modeno - it will be good to go over the order of events if we have to make a report, you know?" he smiled at her, and then unfastened the second button. "No, no, I really do have to get home to my husband!" Cathy tried, desperately - she could not let them see her dress, but it did not even occur to her to let go of Pat's thick wrists to try to push his hands away. "I - I really do wish you would not go any further, Vic!" "Now, now - perhaps it is better to tell us what happened - I'm not sure you want to tell your husband, you might leave something out," Pat whispered against her silky throat, his hot breath making her shiver. She watched from slitted eyes as Vic's fingers finished toying with the third button and slipped it open as well when she did not say anything to this. Cathy breathed heavily, and felt something turn over in her belly. She looked at the men from slitted eyes, and told herself she was wrong, that nothing would come of this! Cathy relaxed slightly with this thought in her mind; as Vic's fingers went to the fourth button, she looked away and did not say anything, and then she leaned back a bit to much, till her shapely ass was pressed against the maintenance supervisors crotch. She breathed in a soft gasp when she felt his thick cock flex against her soft flesh, but could not bring herself to pull away. It was just a reaction, after all, it didn't mean anything. Vic saw the way the gorgeous woman was leaning slightly against Pat, and saw the way he was starting to cautiously grind into her. He was squeezing and rubbing her softly rounded hips, and her hands stayed locked on his thick wrists while Vic finished unfastening her jacket. She seemed unaware of the way Pat was moving against her. She looked around the room as Pat's stiff rod jerked harder against her taut, plump ass cheeks, and completely ignored the fact that Vic had just stood there and unfastened her jacket. "You guys seem like really nice guys - I'm so glad your not like those other guys! They just seemed to think they could - uhn, umm, well . . ." Cathy trailed off softly; she seemed unaware that all the men knew Pat was now grinding his fat cock softly into her ass, and using his grip on her hips to move her gently along with his thrusts - she seemed almost as unaware that Vic was pushing the coat down her arms till it was caught between her and Pat, tangled around her lower arms. "They," she tried again, "They just seemed like they thought they could do anything and I wouldn't - wouldn't try to stop them!" Her tight, low cut dress showed her breasts off to a tee, showing a deep amount of pale cleavage, and the bare edge of her pink little bra. Cathy bit her lip and stared at the floor. "So, they said that," Cathy said, and licked her lips, "and . . ." "You said they tried to get fresh with you, too, what was that about?" Tony and Vic were now standing, staring at the beautiful woman. "Well, the younger one was asking about his girlfriend - he said she liked to have her breasts felt up, you know, by rubbing his palm against them, and then he said he would show me," Cathy tried to get the words out without stumbling over them. "You - you guys would never take advantage of me like that, would you?" she asked, but Tommy said instead, "So he what, just reached up like this and started rubbing your big fucking tits?" he said, and then he was pushing his palm against her heaving mound. He immediately began pushing against it with much more force than Brian had, flattening the heaving globe through her dress and bra, and then he started rubbing his hand in a circular motion over her distended nipple. "Yes, he and his father made me take my shirt off, and then they were mauling me - I don't even know if I have any bruises or anything, and I have to go home to my husband." "Well, we'll check for you," Vic said, and quickly reached out and pulled the buttons loose on her dress. "Umh, well, I . .. . I guess that would be OK, Ohn, well, umm, uhnnnn, you shouldn't squeeze that hard, Tommy, it makes me a little light headed, ohn my, I really don't think this is a good idea." "Don't worry," Pat said from behind her, pulling her tighter and tighter against his fat cock. He licked her throat, and then pushed his tongue into her ear as she laid her head down sideways. Someone ripped her bra off, and then Vic and Tommy both were grabbing nipples, pulling her shapely tits up and out, then moving them around by the nipples. "Well, there are a few marks - they must have been squeezing your big tits really hard," Tommy said, and then he began kneading her firm globe gently. Vic was twisting and pulling on her extended nipple still, and said in his soft voice, "So, you never tried to stop them at all, Mrs. Modeno? Maybe your just a little slut like they thought, and that they could just do anything at all to you and you would do nothing but enjoy it." "Nooo, nnn, ummm, noo, I'm really not like that!" she gasped as the three men rubbed and squeezed her body. Then Pat was saying from behind her, "Hey, I have an idea!" He swiftly let go of her; Vic and Tommy gripped her arms, and Tony and Dan stepped up and began feeling her up again, each man grabbing a breast. Tony bent down and sucked her right nipple into his hungry mouth. "Take her dress off, guys," Pat said - she could see him, stripping his own clothes off, and moaned softly, trying to protest as the men stripped the dress down her legs, made her step out of it. One of the men sat her on the desk, and pushed her legs apart, then he bent at the waist and began licking her wet, swollen sensitive pussy through her thin silk panties. "Ohn, oh my, ohhhhnnnnnnn, what are you doing to me?!?" Cathy gasped, but she laid back flat on the desk. It was a narrow desk, and the bottom of her neck was right at the edge. Vic came around the desk as the other man ate her now thoroughly wet pussy - god, she was not even sure who it was that was licking her lower lips through the thin silk, and then she felt the silk being drawn aside, and the tongue began flicking her swollen little clit. Vic's hands were once again kneading her firm breasts, and then he bent over further and began kissing her - she realized her mouth had been open, gasping for breath, but she quickly opened it a bit wider at the insistence of his tongue. She shut her eyes as the rather ugly man tongued her deeply, and then she was getting off, an explosive series of waves that had her lifting her ass up off the desk, trying to push her pussy deep into the face of the man eating her out, still dueling tongues with Vic, almost unable to catch her breath, unable to open her eyes - as the waves slowly receded, she became aware again that he was still running his tongue in and out of her mouth - and then he was pulling away. Cathy sat up sheepishly, wiping her mouth with her hand as she slid off the desk, almost unaware that she was naked now - her panties had disappeared, and her dress and bra were scattered around the room. "You want to prove your not a slut?" Pat said suddenly, interrupting her daze, "To be used anytime we want to? Come here, then," Pat said. He had stripped, and sat down in a deep easy chair with rather high arm rests. Cathy was pushed over to him; his legs were spread wide, and she was turned around and pushed backwards. Just in time, she braced herself on the arms of the chair. Pat moved underneath her; she felt the tip of what had looked like a huge cock against her ass, and then his hot hands were once again cradling her hips. "If your not a slut, sit right here on the head of my dick for five minutes. If you don't start fucking yourself off and on that thing then we'll let you go." As he was talking he pulled her back and down slightly so that his fat cock head was nestled just against the pouting lips of her swollen, needy little cunt. "Ohn, jeez, I don't think this is a good idea," she gasped. Her arms were already trembling, and her body was sweating. "OK, I . . . umm, I guess that would be OK," she said softly, but even as she spoke she could not stop the sick urge to sink just a bit down on him, so that his fat, fluted dick knob just began pushing her mushy, swollen cuntlips apart. "God, my arms are sooo tired," she said softly, and Pat responded by pulling down on her hips softly, "Go ahead and sit all the way down, Mrs. Modeno, that way you can relax!" His voice was so sincere, and to the dazed Cathy it somehow made perfect sense; gritting her teeth and saying that that wasn't a good idea, she allowed her arms to relax, and to lower herself onto what felt like a very nice, long, fat cock. She felt it twitching inside her as she settled the last little bit onto his stiff schlong, his hands still squeezing her smooth, rounded, ample hips. The Preacher's Wife Ch. 05a "Ohhhhhn, yes, ohhhhhh, oooo, I really don't think you're supposed - uhn, uh, uhnnnnnn, ooooooo, supposed to be grinding into me like that," she moaned as the maintenance man began moving under her in some kind of pattern. "Ohnnnn, goddd, Pat, your cock really does feel very large!" she gasped. "I . . . . I don't think this was a good idea - I can feel you moving in me, uhnnnnnnnn, ohhhh, ooooo, yess, and - uhnnn, mmmm, if your not careful you're going to make me cum again!" She could definitely feel his thick cock flexing against her now as well, and she knew that another orgasm could not be far in coming. She began swaying slightly, not fucking herself off and on him, but moving her hips in s soft, subtle circular motion. She gasped as more pre-orgasmic waves started to swell through her, and then sighed when Vic stepped in front of her. He reached down, and began roughly mauling both of her heaving, soft breasts, squeezing them and rolling them on her chest. "I bet one a them guys tried to stick his cock in your mouth, didn't he?" he asked, switching between squeezing big handfuls of her soft mounds and pinching and twisting on her sensitive nipples. One hand went to his pants, and Cathy nodded as pulled out a very fat eight inch cock. "Yes, he just rubbed it on my lips for a minute or two and then stopped," she said apprehensively. She felt herself being lifted slightly, and then pulled back down, but she reasoned that it was just an inch. "I guess you want me to show you? Uhnnnnnn, I mean, is that what you want, sir?" she gasped as she stared at his stiff dick. Pat was again lifting her slightly, this time a couple of inches, and then bringing her back down. His fat dick felt bigger than ever in her trembling quim, and she twisted again, and again, arched her back slightly as Vic smiled down at her. "Like this?" Vic said, his voice soft and commanding, and one hand cupped the back of her head, pulled her gasping juicy lips forward till they were rubbing against his fat, purple leaking cock crown. Cathy felt the precum leaking onto her lips, felt him pulling forward, felt the fat bulbous knob push against her teeth and could not resist the sick urge to open her mouth wide enough to allow him full access. His bulbous knob slipped between her half open lips, pushing her jaws a bit further apart and Pat continued guiding her in a gentle up and down motion that was beginning to driver her crazy. It was also causing her to automatically slide her slack, slobbering mouth up and down Vic's fat pole. He let go of her hair, and once again began abusing her big, swinging, firm breasts. Cathy began slurping softly at the meat sliding in and out of her mouth, and then she was looking up into Vic's eyes, actually trying to look innocent. Her throat and head were tilted perfectly, and Vic had no illusion about what type of woman he was now dealing with - she was soooo beautiful, looking up at him, sweating slightly, her plump lips pouted out around the straining shaft of his fat, 8" fucker. He grunted, and thrust forward strongly, fucking his cock into Cathy's willing throat easily. At the same time, she admitted that she was actually helping Pat, using the arms of the chair to lift herself up, the sinking down at the pressure of his hands on the silky curve of her hips. She could not help herself, she could not pretend about what she was at this point; she started slurping and sucking at Vic's rock hard, fat rod even harder as she was bounced between the two men, and then Vic was roaring and getting off into her hungry, hot mouth. Then Pat grinned; his hands on her hands gripped her anew and he began bouncing her up and down his fat shaft till she cried out again and again for him to "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me with your big fucking cock!!!!! and then she was climaxing and he was shooting his sperm deep in her abused pussy as well. She was lifted, and bent over the narrow desk - she looked behind her at Tony, who grinned down at her. He stroked her pussy quickly five or six times, and then pulled his cock out and lined it up with her small little ass hole. "Ohnn, nooo, please, don't pound my little ass hole!" she gasped, and then let out a long wail as he began working his fat boner into her writhing ass hole. She looked around - all the men were now undressed or undressing. She bit her lip and gasped when she felt Tony's bulbous knob pop inside of her tight little anus, and shut her eyes as the man began gently rocking into her. She was not a virgin there any more - not after she had accidentally crashed the maintenance man's party - but she still gritted her teeth at the unfamiliar sensation. The man was rocking gently in and out of her, only perhaps two inches of his dick sliding into her ass. The pain was smaller than last time, and the strange sensations began taking place quicker - it was different, Cathy realized as the man made her begin to pant and grunt as he gradually worked his thick boner into her twitching ass hole - different than the sensations which her pussy and clitoris gave her; some other cluster of nerves, she thought, and then thought fled her as she realized she was chanting to him: "Fuck my ass, please, fuck my ass harder!" Someone else stepped in front of her - she wasn't even sure who. His dick was not as big as Vic's, and she deepthroated him as he grabbed her hair. She braced herself with her hands, and moaned softly as the man behind her began stroking with a bit more force, following her orders - now three inches and then four sliding into her rippling ass. She now felt him spitting on her ass, and then rubbing it into his shaft as he began slowly, ever so slowly picking up the pace with which he was forcing himself in and out of her loosening ass hole. She slobbered and slurped the cock in her mouth until the man came, swallowing without thought as he emptied himself in her hungry, sucking mouth. And then she was left with the man ass fucking her - soon, he was stroking her with long, ever hardening strokes, and at some point Cathy shuddered into another long, hard climax. When she came out of that one, someone else was pounding her ass, and Dan was fucking her in the mouth and throat. Cathy shut her eyes in secret bliss as the men had their way with her, fucking her in every possible position. She stumbled out of the shelter some time later, and went home to fix her husbands dinner.