The first orgasm subsided and then Gladys began pumping in and out. Debra felt the dildo hit her cervix sending shocks through her pussy and up to her breasts. Then Gladys came crying out a stream of expletives some of which Debra didn't even know.
Lost in sensation, Debra kept cumming and after she had maybe ten or 15 times, she'd lost count. Gladys had also cum several times but in her orgasmic bliss, Debra couldn't have counted.
Gladys pulled out leaving Debra feeling empty and said, "OK, lover, my turn." Gladys helped Debra get the harness on and properly adjusted. To Debra's surprise, the harness was equipped with a small dildo that went in her pussy, and had a piece properly located to stimulate her clit. "Now, you crawl in behind me and do to me what I did to you", and kissed her. "God, that feels so good."
Debra followed the instructions but found it hard to get the movement right for stroking in and out. As she tried, Gladys began to mutter, "Fuck me, baby!" over and over. Finally, Debra got the hang of it and was soon fucking Gladys royally and cumming time and again as Gladys did. After a while, maybe five minutes of earnest fucking, Debra began to tire and fell over on the mattress.
Gladys laughed and turned around taking Debra in her arms and holding her. Eventually, she moved to kiss her and they did for some time. Debra loved the sensuality of hugging breasts to breasts and tongues moving in and out of mouths and being sucked on.
When they felt thoroughly fucked and loved, Gladys said, "I think we better get ready for church", which shocked Debra who thought, 'We're going to church after doing this?'
She said, "Gladys, may I ask a question?"
"Sure!"
"Am I a lesbian?"
Gladys smiled and laughed, "No, honey, you just like the feelings of being made loved to and making love to someone else. I suspect once you and Hank start actually fucking and your relationship matures, you'll be mostly hetero. We may still love on each other some, or who knows, the three of us may get it on. But don't you worry, Hank is yours until you decide otherwise."
Debra looked quite pleased. Then they took a shower, washing each other and avoiding falling back into sex. They dressed and Gladys helped Debra with some makeup. When Debra looked at herself, she was surprised at how the little makeup transformed her face, highlighting her eyes and mouth to grand effect.
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Debra and Gladys came into the fellowship hall about 9:40, just in time to say hello before going off to Sunday School. Gladys and I pecked each other on the cheek and Debra and I kissed somewhat passionately. How I wanted to feel her up.
I already had an erection going but when I hugged, kissed and saw Debra, it got super hard. Was she ever pretty! The white dress with spaghetti straps and low v-neck line showing just the top of her breasts, roses printed large over bodice and skirt which was full, framed her beautifully. Her breasts which evidently were not incased in a bra were held perfectly in the fitted bodice. I wanted to touch them right away.
"I don't know if I can sit through two and a half hours with you two without cumming in my pants", I whispered to Debra.
"Fortunately, I can cum in my panties. Oh, I can't, I'm not wearing any", she teased back and hugged me again.
"So, Gladys, I see you dressed my lady up in just the right package."
"I do my best", she responded.
I looked at her also in a dress that fitted her lovely figure. I always thought it was too bad she was a lesbian because I liked her and thought she was beautiful despite her breasts were a bit large for my preference. She was wearing a bra which she said kept her puppies from bouncing around. I thought maybe she was too self-conscious because they really weren't that large.
We went off to Sunday School. I held Debra's hand on the way to class. We entered the room and people greeted Gladys, who knew everyone. I knew a few people and they welcomed me, Gladys introduced us to others. Debra acted a bit timid and sort of clung to me. Gladys and Debra took seats leaving one in between evidently for me. I have no idea what the discussion was about. All I could do was think about what I wanted to do to these two beauties once worship was over. Debra and I held hands through the class and she occasionally squeezed mine. I just wanted her to put it up her dress.
Once the class was over there was some small chit chat and a few people told me it was good to see me with a woman friend for once. I told them it was good to be with one, or was it two. I was getting this odd vibe from the two of them.
I tried to hang back with Debra for everyone to leave and Gladys sort of senses what I wanted and excused herself and told us where she'd be sitting. When she left the room, I moved Debra to a place we could not be seen from the hallway and took her in may arms and kissed her passionately, groping every inch I could reach and driving her into an orgasm.
"Oh, God, Hank, that felt so good. I want you in my mouth, can we go somewhere to do that?"
I thought and recalled a family restroom on the floor we were on but in another section of the building. I led her there, we locked the door and she dropped to her knees and fished my cock out and attacked it. It was happy and so was I, I was so horny. She is so good at giving head, I came in less than two minutes. She drank it all down and looked up at me with the most satisfied expression on her face. I helped her up and we kissed. I tasted my cum in her mouth which I was finding to be a turn on.
I put my cock away. She checked her make up and we unlocked the door only to run into one of the custodial staff. He just grinned as if he knew what we were doing. Obviously, no child was in tow.
We hurried off to worship and found Gladys who was sitting about halfway down on the left in the east wing. The church is built in a cruciform shape. The upright of the cross was oriented north to south. The chancel, choir loft and organ console and the largest number of its pipes were in the West section and congregational seating in north, south and east sections. Rising above the center of the cross is a 100 foot dome. It is a very impressive piece of architecture.
We took our seats and Pastor Josephine—most people called her Pastor Jo— entered with acolyte and lector's. I like her full name and, despite it requiring more effort, I call her Josephine. She actually seems to like me doing so.
The liturgy proceeded but my mind was on the two beauties sitting on either side of me. Mostly it was on Debra, but Gladys was sitting, when we sat oddly close to me. When we stood, she'd often wrap an arm around mine. Of course, Debra did all that also, but I sort of hoped she would and expected it. We would have made love right there had it not been for the social conventions that prohibited it.
I did hear and listen to the sermon enough to know what it was about. Josephine had been apparently working through what she referred to as commonly preached ideas she thought misrepresented what the Bible said. Today was on the question of being called by God and the challenge to find one's call. She said that, while Jesus called his disciples to leave their jobs and follow him, he did not call on everyone to do that. What he did call everyone to do is become his disciple which meant we were to give witness to being Christian in whatever profession we worked in. Obviously, she said, some professions are not open to Christians like the mafia, which led to guffaws from the congregation. And it is being Christian that is important and worship is a place to be encouraged and coached and energized to be one.
The excuse I give myself for not attending more often is that I spend far too much time lusting after our pastor. She is a very pretty woman and I often end up wondering things like what she wears under her liturgical gown. One can never get a hint of any other garment. She is medium to small breasted so one cannot tell whether she does or does not wear a bra, especially under her gown. So, often, I'd be in worship with a boner because I was lusting after the pastor. I wondered if Gladys did also. I'd have to ask her.
At the moment I had a beautiful woman on each side both of whom having encircled my arm with theirs, holding my hand, and their breast pressing against my arm. What was this about? It certainly did not help me concentrate on the sermon.
