Mom and I had been having various sexual escapades for the past month or so. She'd been kidnapped and the victim of a home invasion, both arranged by me. We'd been caught fucking on the back patio by the neighbor, who just happened to be a pastor. Then I convinced her to suck his cock and fuck him on two separate occasions. Most recently we'd had a three way with her hot little sister, my aunt. It had been a helluva ride.
But I was bored. Don't get me wrong, I loved fucking those 38D-24-36 curves of my mom. I loved seeing her long blonde hair matted to her body with sweat and cum. But there wasn't a challenge to it anymore. She would never admit she loved getting fucked by her son's fat cock, but she didn't fight it anymore, either. I was just a few days away from going back to college. I needed a new challenge.
I decided the challenge lived next door. We had lived next door to the pastor and his snooty wife for years. They had looked down their noses at us for years. Even after Mom sucked his cock and fucked his brains out -- in his church, no less -- he still looked down at us. He said the devil lived in our house. I decided it was time to knock him and his wife, Delores, down a couple of notches.
I called my buddy Steve to see if he was interested. He had helped me kidnap Mom originally and committed the "break in" that I had arranged. He was totally on board with the new plan. He asked if I had given any thought to adding another guy to the crew. I had considered it, as a matter of fact. He suggested a mutual friend of ours, Matt. Matt was a good looking dude who had a reputation of being a good natured guy who also had a knack for being the occasional bad boy. The women loved him.
That Friday night we waited for the lights to go off in the Wilson household. I knew exactly where they hid their spare key and helped myself to it. I froze when the door squeaked as I opened it. When no one appeared, the three of us slipped through the door. The floor creaked under our feet as we tip toed down the hallway to their bedroom. We heard voices murmuring, then what sounded like covers being tossed to the side and feet hitting the floor. We scrambled to hide ourselves. Matt stepped into the hallway bathroom while Steve and I practically fell into the spare bedroom. Smooth.
Pastor Wilson slowly, deliberately, walked past us without knowing it. As if it was choreographed, the three of us leapt from our hiding spots, taking Pastor Wilson by complete surprise.
After a short struggle, Pastor Wilson was on the floor. The distinct sound of a zip tie binding his wrists could be heard.
"Delores! Call 9-1-1!" he shouted.
But it was too late. I was already in the bedroom. She dropped the phone and screamed when she saw my silhouette racing towards her. She groaned when I landed on her flailing body. Steve was right behind. He fell onto the bed also. Soon, the clicking of the gears on the handcuffs filled the room.
"Hello, Delores," I said while I tried to catch my breath. I didn't have to worry about her or Pastor Wilson recognizing my voice. We hardly ever talked to each other. We'd spoken more over the last two weeks the day he caught Mom and I fucking in the backyard than we had the previous five years. And Mrs. Wilson would turn away anytime she saw us.
"Wha...wha...what do you want?! Take anything you want! But please don't hurt us!"
"Nobody's here to hurt either of you, Delores. Just play nice and we'll all have a lovely evening together. Now c'mon, get up." I grabbed her arm and lifted her onto trembling legs. She started to sob as Steve and I led her down the hallway.
She screamed again when we entered the brightly lit living room and she saw her husband. He had a small cut above his eye. He was in the middle of the living room strapped to a dining room chair.
"Dan! Are you alright?! You're hurt!"
"I'm fine, sweatheart, I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm okay!"
"Okay, now that we've determined we're all okay, let's get this party started," Steve said with a sneer.
"Everybody take their little blue pill?" I asked grinning.
"Oh yeah! I'll be good for hours!" Matt replied with excitement. ""Okay, time for the big reveal!' He started to unzip the long night gown Delores was wearing.
"No! Don't! Please!" she cried out while she fought against it..
The gown finally fell off her shoulders and slid down her arms as far as the handcuffs would allow.
For the first time I was aware of what a great rack she had! Normally she wore frumpy, loose fitting clothes that didn't give a hint as to what lie beneath. But now...wow! Firm, full breasts with no sag. As the song goes, her points stood up firm and high. Her long dirty blonde hair, that was normally in a tight bun, fell around a narrow, pretty face and over her shoulders. Her pretty, narrow face that usually had a stern look and pursed lips, was now red with anger and fear.
She gasped when Steve roughly grabbed a handful of round flesh. "Very nice," he said sincerely. "Let's see what else we've got."
He grabbed the front of the gown and pulled. The sound of the thin material tearing echoed off the walls.
My eyes bulged. She actually had a tight, athletic figure! Who knew this beauty had been living next door all these years? What the hell was she doing being married to her holier-than-thou husband?
"Would you look at that? Who'd a thought a preacher's wife would have a bald cunt?!" Steve observed. And, with the exception of a strip of hair above it, it was shaved clean.
"So help me God, if you hurt her..." Pastor Wilson hissed from his chair.
Steve cut him off. "Nobody's going to hurt anybody. Well, except for that scratch. Sorry about that."
"Matt, would you do the honors, sir?" I asked.
"With pleasure!" he replied as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a very nice sized boner while he stepped over and took a seat on the couch.
Steve placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. "Time to get busy, Delores."
Matt waved his stiff rod against at her. "No...please..." she whimpered.
"C'mon! Let's go!" Steve slapped her on the back of her head and pushed her into Matt's groin until her lips were touching the tip of his pole.
Her lips parted and she took him in. He slammed against the back of her mouth. "Oh fuck yeah!" he grunted.
"You bastards!" the pastor exclaimed from a few feet away.
"Don't worry, your turn is coming," I told him.
I looked at Steve. We both had our trouser snakes out and were petting them. "You want to go get our other guest?" I asked.
"Aw, fuck man. Can't I fuck this one before I do?"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But be quick about it."
"Yes!" Steve said, genuinely pleased. He grabbed Delores at the hips and pulled her up. "C'mon, baby, I got somethin' for ya."
"You sons a bitches!" Pastor Wilson screamed.
Steve pressed her legs apart and rubbed his tip along her slit. "Fuck, man, she's wet!" He looked at the pastor with a smile. "When was the last time you saw your wife with two dicks in her? Never I'll bet." He grabbed her hips and pushed forward. She yelped when he slipped through her velvety folds. "Oh fuck, man! Damn she's tight!"
The pastor had never seen his wife with any other man. But this wasn't the first time she'd taken multiple cocks at one time. Truth be told, before she met her husband, she was a good time girl on the college campus. Almost every weekend, at any frat party she attended, she pleasured more than one man at a time. Then, by chance, she met her now husband. He was unlike any other man she had met. She fell in love and wanted to change her ways. And she did.
But now, as much as she was fighting it, the thought of satisfying multiple men was bringing back those old feelings. Her mind fought it. Her body was winning the battle. It had been 15 years since her last gangbang. She'd forgotten how good it felt to have multiple big, stiff cocks stuffed into her.
Each thrust of Steve's hips shoved her face into Matt's drives. Matt had his hands on the back of her head, holding it in place while he fucked it.
Suddenly, Matt's head flew back. "Oh fuck!" Much to his surprise, his throbbing shaft was jammed down her throat. She had swallowed him whole. "Fuck me! The bitch just swallowed me!"
I looked at the pastor through my ski mask. I was standing next to the him. "Betcha didn't know she could deep throat, did ya?"
The pastor struggled against his bindings. "You're going to burn in hell!"
