Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 06

The same index finger that was now slick with Brooke's lust pressed slowly and firmly up the folds of her pussy. There was only evidence of her need as it reached her clitoris which was already engorged and begging for attention. I rubbed her button on the sides, circling it, judging how sensitive it was to my touch and not wanting to overplay my hand. I let her settle into my rhythmic finger play before I added my thumb and gently stimulated her clit between it and my forefinger, to which she moaned audibly for the first time.

Automatically I responded to her verbal approval by pulling down her panties with force, leaving them sloppily laced around her left ankle and heel after her right foot had shaken free of them. Unconfined by them she reassumed her stance at the podium, hands firmly clenching the wooden support, her legs now widely spread and I adjusted myself right behind her most perfect ass. Tongue out I licked my way from the small of her back down her cleft using my hands to wedge open her muscular backside. Brooke aided me in finding what I was looking for by pushing her ass backwards, now leaning heavily on the podium with her back nearly arched. I let my tongue slide up and down her butt several times, always halting just above her back door. I could feel Brooke push herself towards me as the tongue neared her asshole, but I teased further. After another 30 seconds of slowly getting close, I let her arching backside reach my tongue and I lapped at her and stabbed her dark hole with my tongue. Her moaning was now low and constant, in synch with my tongue.

I rimmed her ass for at least five minutes while she wiggled and urged me to get in deeper, but I could now taste her damp sex and needed to taste it fully. I pulled her back to meet me, just a few more inches was all I needed and my tongue met the source of fluid that was making me drunk. I sucked on her labia, pulled the lips of her sex into mine and drank from her while my fingers danced over her clit, my thumb jamming into her cunt and meeting nothing but slick welcome wetness.

In the chaotic play my tongue slid back, or rather Brooke may have wiggled enough to get my tongue back on her asshole and with two fingers now thrusting deep into her pussy and my other hand making rapid play with her clit, I let my tongue explore her ass which Brooke accepted with nearly violent thrusts back into my face. I should have anticipated it, but her climax came on so quickly, her hand slamming back against her sex to hold my fingers in place while her other hand steadied her through the earthquake she was experiencing. Mostly, she pressed her ass into my face as I gave her all I could, more than happy to do WHATEVER this girl wanted.

As she slowed her body and let the orgasm wash away, my own instincts took over and I freed my hands from her body to undo my pants, which I then slid down in a single fluid movement as I stood up. My cock was pained, swollen, and as Brooke looked back to see what I was doing I put my right hand on her head and pressed it to the podium deck, then slamming myself into her without apology.

I fucked Brooke from behind roughly and found myself aroused at the sight of her body jerking under mine as I threw myself into her, Brooke so beautiful but looking so helpless as I held her against the podium. I was feeling aggressive, urgent, but also realized that I might be going to far and was about to offer an apology and pull out when Brooke started to cry out, begging me not to stop. Knowing she was nearing orgasm even as I slammed into her harder and harder only motivated me to take it up a level. I grabbed her hair and pulled back playfully, but Brooke moaned out in pleasure so I pulled harder which caused her head to turn slightly due to the force. This triggered her second orgasm which caused her legs to wobble and she nearly tumbled under me, falling to her knees, weak in post orgasmic bliss.

My cock, free and swollen and slick, was only inches away from her face as she turned around looking exhausted. "Sit!" she demand, pointing at the chair just to my left. I fell back into the chair and then smiled as she crawled towards me, hair sloppy and knotted, dress half off her shoulder, panties still stuck to the heel of her left foot. She neared me, on her hands and knees, and without any attempt at nuance or subtly she dropped her mouth over my cock.

She swirled the head of my dick with her tongue, over and around, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, taking in the sensation. With my eyes closed I visualized where we were, the number of times I had watched from the pews as men sat in these chairs and looked out over the congregation. Did they feel power? Did they judge? Did they loathe having to be there? Did they feel the eyes of the members watching them each Sunday? It was right then that it dawned on my, my eyes opened quickly and I realized I was sitting in the middle seat, the bishops chair!

Brooke was now doing more than just teasing the head of my cock, she was taking me deep. Brooke would push her head down on me as far as she could and hold it, and then come up for air panting with just my head inside her mouth. After an especially long suck, my cock head wedged in the back of her throat, she came up gagging with spit trailing from her mouth, her eyes watering. I held her hair back as she looked up at me and I asked if she was ok. Instead of answering, she licked her saliva from the side of my cock, sucked the wetness from my ball and then impaled her mouth over my cock again, forcing herself to take it even deeper.

She was trying to gag on my cock, trying to swallow the entire damn length of my dick and the sensation was incredible, the saliva thick and never ending. I felt the same urgency to make her feel me as I had felt as I fucked her from behind against the podium and I began to thrust up into her face. As I used this technique to very literally fuck her mouth, Brooke opened wider and let me use her mouth as a toy. I put my hand the back of her head and held her down on my cock, her mouth moaning her approval at the same time she gagged more. This was beyond my wildest dreams and my body and mind reacted accordingly, the speed at which the semen rushed from my balls was electric.

I shot an intense first load of cum as my cock hit the very back of her throat and I held her head forcefully against my pulsing dick. Her body involuntarily choked a bit as the fluid overwhelmed her already stuffed mouth but she persisted in keeping my cock jammed in deep, even trying to ride out the jittering spasms of my body as I felt spurt after spurt rocket up my shaft. Her hands were clenching at my thighs as she took this self-inflicted abuse, swallowing what she could with the rest pooling around my balls, soaking my ass.

As my body went limp in the chair she continued to suck and lick, finally releasing my semi erect cock from her lips and then immediately attacking my balls, cleaning them, slurping up the excess. Her hands and fingers moved my junk from side to side as she seemed to relish and crave every bit of my spent self. When she finally satiated herself, she looked up at me with watery eyes framed by smeared mascara and nearly chaotic hair, her lips parted and swollen, red and wet. I locked my hands under her arms and pulled her into the chair with me, and we kissed deeply, slowly, almost the inverse of how she had blown me. Her mouth was open and warm and her tongue was searching but not flagrant or quick, we moved our mouths together with perhaps more intimacy than had transpired in the last 20 minutes, our bodies barely able to do more than lean into each other for support as we put an intimate and emotional exclamation point on an otherwise wildly erotic escapade.

Kissing gave way to her head resting on my shoulder as we took in the silence and emptiness of the chapel, our previously sacred surroundings providing a surreal landscape in which to meditate and process what had just happened. Even when we roughly took Melinda in her non-consent fantasy I had never been so physically rough and never had a woman literally deep throat me at the expense of her own discomfort while seemingly enjoying herself just the same. Such a strange thing, to feel your own mind expand and explore.

As these thoughts went thru my mind, I remembered Katie and the others that they were probably right now enjoying their own moments of one-on-one fantasy play and this was enough to rouse me from my trance and nudge Brooke off my shoulder. We kissed again and then rose, adjusting our clothing and making sure no obvious signs of our activities were left behind. I looked back at the bishops chair one last time and contemplated telling Craig that next week he would be sitting at the scene of one of the most erotic moments of my life. Would he find himself erect with the whole congregation watching?

"Wonder how Brian and Katie are getting along," I casually asked as we walked down the aisle and out of the chapel. Brooke smiled at me mischievously before saying, "let's hurry home and find out!"