READER ALERTS... without giving the whole story up let me just explain that this story could go into at least 7 categories; Interracial, Fetish, Loving Wives, Mature, Exhibitionist, Anal, Erotic Couplings.
It's a sequel to "Daughter of the Pastor" and the sequel to that one with the tag "Mother" added to that one. Please look at the story tags attached to this and decide whether this is a tale you wish to read. There is probably something to offend and excite everybody.
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Sam Royal watched the ceiling fan spin from his prime position beneath it as he reclined on his back, hands linked behind his head while the woman whose house it was cuddled up next to him.
Lily Burns had snuggled up next to him just as she often did after they had made love, although to Sam the acts hardly qualified as lovemaking in the manner he knew it. The preacher's wife made love almost a sadistic ritual and their physical couplings were unlike anything the gardener had ever experienced in his 51 years, and considering the woman involved was only a year younger than him made it all the more remarkable.
This had been going on for over three months, ever since the wife of Pastor Robert Burns had burst into her daughter's bedroom just in time to see him naked right after he climbed off her diminutive daughter. Mrs. Burns had been furious at the sight of their gardener's semen oozing like lava out of the very hairy pussy of the 18 year old, but Sam soon learned that the anger had been an act for daughter Melody's benefit.
Now Sam was spending a couple of afternoons each week in the bed of Robert and Lily Burns, where the gardener and the preacher's wife would maul each other while Lily would take filthy talk to levels that even made Sam blink at times.
Melody was now off to college, but for the last few weeks of summer he had been servicing both of the Burns' women since after breaking her cherry Melody had become just as interested in sex as her Mom. The two redheads, as different physically as could be besides the freckles and the red hair, had provided Sam with a great variety but he was just as happy when Melody went off to college because her mother was enough to keep him exhausted.
"When I get back in here I want it up the ass," Lily Burns announced as she rolled off of the mattress and stretched, her long and lanky body all arms and legs except for the ludicrously over-sized breasts which dominated her otherwise willowy frame. "If you're man enough to get it up again that is."
"Don't worry about me Red," Sam countered. "I'll rip up that hairy hole as hard as I did that pussy of yours."
After Lily went to the bathroom Sam was glad that she was more like her usual nasty self, since earlier that day she seemed a bit reserved which was unlike her usual bawdy self. Nothing at all like the prim and proper preacher's wife who passed the collection plates every Sunday of course, but still a bit off.
The nasty Lily Burns was back in force when she returned to the love nest, pausing in the doorway as provocatively as a 50 year old woman could. She cupped her enormous breasts, squeezing the doughy globes while looking at her lover who was reclining comfortably on the bedding.
"I was hoping to see that anaconda of yours stiff when I got back," Lily said as her fingers raked through the very wide triangle of burnt orange hair that surrounded her sex, a bush that while not as densely thatched as her daughter's covered a far greater area.
"That's your job, you pig," Sam replied, using the language that Lily enjoyed. "You know what Sam likes to enjoy before I stick my cock into that bony butt of yours."
"What's that, you black bastard?" Lily countered. "Don't you want this?"
Lily turned around, bent over and spread the little pale cheeks of her ass exposing the hair ringed balloon knot that seemed elastic in its ability to take Sam's huge member without complaint.
"Get that preacher's whore's ass of yours over here in bed," Sam said. "Lay on your back so I can sit on your face."
"The other way," Lily said as she crawled around and let the gardener straddle her skull.
"That's it, you pig," Sam sighed as he plopped his cock onto the flaming red locks of her scalp and felt her tongue licking up from under his balls on the way to his anus.
"Stinking fucking ass," said Lily in a muffled voice as Sam hovered over her face.
"And you love it too!" Sam snapped as the tongue bathing his puckered ring proved that claim valid. "Get that tongue deep into my ass you slut."
Already Sam's cock was reacting to the rimming the preacher's wife was giving his anus, and as he looked at their reflection in the dresser mirror his hand went to his cock, stroking the long thick tube which was already beginning to arch upward.
Lily was trying to reach up around from underneath him to try and grab his cock but he slapped her freckled hand away and told her to keep sucking his ass until he said he had enough. Lily would be lubed already, Sam knew, because she liked to do that herself in the bathroom. She liked to really pack in the lube so she would be primed and ready for him, and now he was ready for her.
"Get on all fours you dog," Sam barked, stifling an urge to chuckle at his words even though he knew they excited Lily. "Tell me what you want."
"Want that horse cock of yours in my ass," Lily snapped as he got on all fours and talked back at Sam over her bony shoulder. "I want it all and want it hard and fast too. Don't give me no preacher fuck either, gardener. Rip my bowels apart if you can, although I don't know if you got it anymore."
"Nobody can fuck you like me and you know it."
"Maybe trade you in for a younger model." Lily said as Sam rubbed the tip of his uncut tool against her fury hole. "A young buck - maybe one with a bigger dick."
"My ten inches not enough for you no more?" Sam asked.
"Quit talking Mandingo. You're putting me to sleep!"
"This will wake you up bitch!" Sam spat out as he pushed the head of his cock into the tight anus of the preacher's wife, and as she howled he pressed further in until he had impaled her with most of his swollen organ.
"How you like me now?" Sam cried out as he grabbed Lily's flaming red scalp and yanked it back, looking at her strained features in the mirror as he started to pump into that greased hole hard.
"Fuck!" Lily growled in return, her pendulous breasts swaying wildly beneath her as the bed started jumping. "Fuck that pale ass like you mean it!"
Sam sometimes wished their was a camera on them because it must be something to see, if being a part of it was any indication. The two middle-aged people; a gardener whose pleasant personality and country gentleman manners and mannerisms made him a popular businessman even in this very un-diverse community, and the starched and stuffy appearing wife of Pastor Burns who you couldn't imagine saying shit if she had a mouthful, together in this brutal coupling.
That was part of the allure and the appeal, Sam felt, so he not only played along he took it to the limit if there even were such a thing. He grunted and snarled like an animal as he tried to fuck the woman off the bed, his eyes bulging as his sweat flew all over the pale and freckled back below him.
"Harder!" Lily screamed as their skin slapped together, her eyes showing nothing but white and Sam leaned over her, his hands slapping and groping her tits and even yanking the hairs in her unshaven armpits as he felt his orgasm rising.
Sam fought the feeling as Lily began babbling - maybe speaking in tongues - until he could hold back no longer. He let out a barrage of curses and insults until his cock surged, sending a series of spurts deep into Lily's bowels as Lily's spindly arms gave out and she went back first into the bedding.
"Uh - uh - uh," Sam groaned as his cock kept spurting until he went dry, and only then did he slowly retract his spent organ out of Lily's savaged anus as he straightened up.
Sam had felt squeamish the first time he looked down at where his cock had been, but since then he had started to relish the erotic sight of Lily's anus in these moments just after, when the gaping hole looked nothing like the tiny puckered ring it was before and would be again in seconds.
Then Sam was reaching down under Lily's arms and lifting her up, first to the position she had been with her arms supporting her and then pulling her back until she was kneeling upright as he was.
"That was so good, babe," Sam said as he wrapped his arms around her skinny frame while nuzzling into her neck, his bear-like paws sliding all over Lily's massive tits which were drenched in sweat.
"Sorry Sam," Lily said as her body coiled from the kisses on her shoulders and neck.
"Sorry?" Sam asked, confused for a moment until he looked ahead like Lily was, not to the dresser mirror but to the walk-in closet next to it and the door of it that was now wide open. "Oh shit."
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Much like his reaction when Lily Burns had appeared in Melody's bedroom after her deflowering, Sam didn't move but just stood there frozen as he saw the person in the doorway of the closet who was staring very poker-faced at the two of them.
Pastor Robert Burns didn't look all that different than he did at the pulpit on Sunday, Sam would reflect later, and that was remarkable considering what the preacher was looking at. Not a large congregation of the devout and the bored, but just two people. The man that did the grounds keeping of the church and his residence, and the woman who had been married to him for over two decades.
Lily, for her part, had only slumped back into Sam and put her hands over Sam's which were still on her breasts as they knelt there. After a moment Pastor Burns stepped into the room and slid the door closed behind him before walking toward the bed, in his hand something black and shiny.
"We must talk," the preacher said as he reached the foot of the bed and set the book on the bedding before motioning for the two to sit at the edge of the bed while extending his hands. "But first..."
Sam bowed his head as Lily's husband did the same, taking Sam's hand in his left while grasping Lily's in his right, and as the three prayed Sam glanced over at his lover, who rolled her eyes before beginning to mumble along with her husband.
Sam almost wished that the guy had taken a swing at him, or almost as if the book in his hand had been a gun because at least that he could understand. This? This was just plain weird, with Lily sitting there with her breasts hanging down almost to her thighs and him sitting bare-assed with his flaccid dick probably still dripping onto the carpet.
"We have much to discuss," Pastor Burns said after letting go of their hands and going over to pull the corner chair over to face them.
"Can I get dressed?" Sam said.
"How much time have you spent in my bedroom dressed?" the preacher asked.
"Not much," Sam admitted.
"And just for my own curiosity, how many afternoons have you spent in here with my wife?" Robert Burns asked. "And when did this start?"
