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The Son of a Preacher Man Ch. 02

The characters...

Susetta...sophisticated businesswoman who has learned a lot about life these days. Sports super sleek red hair. Lovely green eyes.

Minister. Ezekiel Williams... 49 year old preacher. Caramel colored brotha, who is slightly greying, but still full of life and sports an ultra hard nine inch dick. He carries 'Hood Hero' parts three and four with his wild methods of extraction and deliverance. He even briefly pops up towards the end of 'Hand Me Downs', but I thought it wise to finish his duties here before moving on elsewhere. That way you know where he stands from a sexual standpoint. While he may look towards higher ambitions in life, he's still human (and darkly sexual) just like anybody else.

Quinton...the ministers 18 year old son. He's basically a replica of his father... only bigger. He stands at 6'1, weighing a burly 290 pounds. He has a large flared nose and always looks like an angry bull,with the exception of his pretty blue eyes. Now unlike his fathers stubby yet thick NINE inches, Quinton was gifted with a long TWELVE inches... which would put him in Lexington Steele territory with a caramel twist.

The plot...


Susetta is actually one of my favorite characters of all time, because in spite of what she's been through, she always keeps a smile on her face and has not allowed life to make her bitter.

It all started when she was accosted in a public alley way and help came from an unlikely source...the handsome, yet ruggish thuggish Tommel Boykins. She instantly crowned him as her 'Hood Hero' for stepping up and rising to the occasion. He didn't have to get involved and many people in the same position probably wouldn't have. But he did.

While she lost contact with him and was never able to thank him properly, she did allow him and the responding officer to make her the subjectof an impromptu gangbang.

And from there, her life had become an unsatisfiable mission to suck and fuck as many black dicks as humanly possible. And it didn't matter who it was.

Random black stranger walking down the street? Check.

Minister who was SUPPOSED to be helping her? Check.

Then came along Quinton, the eighteen year old son of the perverted minister. Susetta ALMOST let her guilty conscience get the better of her. I say that because the second Quinton knelt on the church floor to tongue fuck her pussy (at the same time Ezekiel tongue fucked her ass), all sense of decency went out the window.

It turned into a miniature orgy (complete with deepthroating, squirting, choking, toe sucking and best of all, a wicked double penetration courtesy of father and son.)

Which brings us to where we are now...


"Ooh wee," Quinton let his head fall backwards, as his lungs sought air after such an intense, eye-rolling, neck-cracking, head-banging orgasm.

Susettas's pussy, for its part, throbbed uncontrollably as the reality of everything finally sunk in. Not only was she banging two sexy niggas at once... but one was the father...the other the son.

She cradled her long nails behind Quintons head and enjoyed the sensation of their hot, sweaty chests, not to mention the two dicks stuffed inside her pussy or the tingling in her toes from when the father bit and crunched her toes.


"How you feeling?" Ezekiel softly whispered a few moments later.

"Hnhhh?" Susetta gasped for air, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. "W-w...where am I?"

"Exactly where you 'spose to be," Quinton snapped awake. He, too,had been knocked the fuck out from the force of his orgasm.

Ezekiel removed his cum coated dick from the depths of her molten hot pussy. As he did, a marshmallow-ish string bridged the gap from the tip of his dick and to somewhere deep inside of her body. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that it was obviously the cum from both men fused into one.

"Here,girl," Ezekiel paraded around to straddle his sons face, and offer it as a treat to Susetta, who had stuck out her tongue in a desperate attempt to taste anything the men had to offer.

"Pops,no," Quinton shied away from the long strand of cum. "My fucking face, dawg."

"Quiet,boy," Ezekiel payed his son no mind. "You mixed up in dis shit just as much as I am."

Susetta quickly leaned under Ezekiel's dick and caught the falling cum in her mouth before it could hit Quintons uber handsome face.

"There, sweety. Is that better?" smiled, as she massaged the back of his neck.

"Mmm," Quinton returned to sucking and biting her nipples. "Mmm-hmm."

Quinton looked up to see the underside of his fathers dick as Susetta gobbled it down to the balls again...and again...and again. Now this, Quinton didn't mind. Just as long as nothing got on his face.

"Goo-raggggggg," Susetta gagged and choked."Goo-rarrrfff."

Not wanting spit on his face from her wild blowjob on his Pops and fearing that she might empty her stomach, Quinton slid out from under her and sat wide legged on a pew. He had always been a fan of extreme deepthroating (like Facial Abuse, Ghetto Gaggers or Gangbang My Face series), but to see it performed on his own father...a partially dressed minister...was SEXY AS FUCK.

Globs of spit flew every which way and loud dramatic gulps came from the bitches overstuffed throat as she repeatedly gagged on the preachers black dick.

"Good gawd," Ezekiel clamped a tongue over his top lip. "Choke dat shit da fuck down. O fuck yea. See if you can make me cum again...see if you can make me cum again."

"Oh, I'll make her make you cum," Quinton quickly jumped up.

"At ah, boy. Go somewhere and sit down. I got dis.You have to know when to go hard and when to go soft."

"Yes sir," Quinton stared his father deep in the eye like he was being coached on the football field. "So what do you suggest?"

"See dat lil box over there?" Ezekiel tried to instruct his son, while receiving the blowjob of a lifetime."No,Quinton. Ay...look at me and pay attention."

"The one by the piano stand?"

"No, Quinton. The one by the offering table."

"This?" Quinton raised a chest box high in the air.

"Yee, yeah...dat one...dere you go. Bring it here."

Peeking inside, Quinton was expecting to find things that pertained to the offering table. He never expected to find a box stuffed with rubber spiked dildos, clothespins, leg manacles, ticklers, whips, suction hoses and what was this?: some face shaped toy with a protruding tongue.

"Dat one," Ezekiel pointed out. "Plus six clothespins and the suction cup. Hurry up. C'mon."

Quintons eyebrows raised as he tried to figure everything out and see how the mysterious contraption was going to work.

"Quinton-"

"I am,nigga. Stop rushing me," Quinton fumbled through the box. "I'm just trying to see how it works."

"Who you talking to lil boy? Put the toy on the ground, stretch the cord out and grab the muthafuckin clothespins. I'm not going to tell you no more," Ezekiel suddenly became angry at his son. "Fucking do it, Quinton...now!!!"

"Alright," Quinton placed the mechanical face under her pussy and waited further instructions.

"Now spit on it and jam that fucker up her pussy."

"Ptuhhh," Quinton spit on the foam, mechanical tongue. He then pried her pussylips apart and jammed it deep inside of her pussy.(What Ezekiel didn't tell them was that the tongue expanded in moisture and was filled with mechanical forks, so that as one side licked up- the other went down.)

"Oh fuck," Susetta cried out. "It's moving."

"No shit," Ezekiel looked down on her, as he nodded for Quinton to continue with the application of additional sex gadgets.

While Quinton applied the clothespins (three per nipple), Ezekiel bent to attach a fake set of suction cup lips directly over her clit. That way she could have the sensation of being licked from the inside out.

"Now dat shit you just put in her," Ezekiel bragged, " is double jointed. While one side goes up, the other goes down...while spinning counter clockwise and vibrating...backwards."

"Dayum," Quinton licked his lips. "Do they make toys like dat for the boys?"

"They do, but you don't need it, Quint. Today is her day of deliverance. It's her day to embrace the power of our dicks."

"Fuck yes," Quinton smiled, as Ezekiel went back to plastering Susetta's face into his groins.

"Be still," Ezekiel curled all ten of his fingers behind her hair and pushed down. "I should choke you out until you make me fuckin cum."

"Nah," Quinton flicked his Pops on the thigh. "You said to go soft. Remember?"

"Aw shit. I guess I did say that,huh?"

"Yee-up."

"I'll tell you what," Ezekiel slid down, so that his bare ass sat on the floor. "While she services me up here, I want to see you get all up in her ass."

"O god yes," Quinton squatted over her ass froggystyle, as he handed the control panel to his father. "I been wanting a piece o dis all night, boi."

"Yeah?" Ezekiel raised his eyebrows playfully. "So come and get it. I got dat ass nice and prepped. So don't even play around with it.


A long, exaggerated moan rose from deep inside of Quintons chest as he buried his entire dick in one massive thrust. This was new for Quinton, since all of his girlfriends claimed that he was too big for such a thing. But with a mechanical tongue whizzing inside of her pussy, and her face being plunged over Ezekiel's throbbing dick, Susetta didn't have the luxury of saying "no." But even if she could...why would she?

"Fuck!!!" Quinton panted. "Dis ho is tight, nigga. Got dayum."

Quinton balled up both fist like a hopping frog, with his ass high in the air like a football player doing a "huht-huht-pass."The only difference was that instead of making a drive down the field, Quinton was driving his dick deep inside of her ass. And it felt good as fuck. The only comparison Quinton could make was saying her ass was the equivalent of an air tight vacuum hose lined with molten hot butter.

Quinton wildly pounded in and out of Susetta's ass for a good ten minutes until his Pops broke the silence.

"Dat shit feels good, huh baby?...It's warm as fuck...tight...and most likely very, very wet," Ezekiel enunciated his words to sound deep and mystical.

"O fuck yea," Quinton wildly licked his lips, rolled his eyes and slowly backed up so that only the tip of his dick stayed inside her ass. Then father and son stared at each other in a lust fueled trance...almost willing each other on to see which one was the nastiest of the two. Quinton knew that in the end he'd back down to his father. But he loved the scrunched up look on his Pops face as Susetta did this trick where she spun her head in circles like a hand held butter churner.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me?" Ezekiel knew what his son wanted him to say. "Fuck her. And don't you dare fucking stop until your thrashing around makes everybody fucking cum. How's dat sound, nigga? Is dat what you wanted to hear?"

"Grrrrrrfuuuccckkk," Quinton bared his teeth as something seemed to suddenly take over him and pile drive him with such force that the walls shook and collection plates fell onto the floor.

"Dere you go," Ezekiel dug his feet into the floor and braced himself, since Quintons ferocious pounding up Susetta's ass shoved her face equally as hard over his dick.

"Dat'sit...dat'sit. Yee-ah,boy. Pound dat ass. C'mon. You make her make me fuckin cum. Dats what you do,boy."

By this stage in the game, Susetta was experiencing mini orgasms every other stroke. But for some reason or other, "the big one" always seemed one step outside of her reach.

Ezekiel was the master of his toy tongue, and he took his sweet time as he used the mechanical tongue to push Susetta to the edge again...and again...and again.During the times when Susetta wildly bobbed and held, Ezekiel pushed a lever to spread the "tongue forks" in push-pull circles. When Susetta stuck out her tongue to lick his balls while still deepthroating him, he rewarded her by pushing a button that oozed sap over her clit while miniature teeth chewed the outside of her flaming pussy lips.

Susetta was obviously panting from the dick choking off her oxygen supply, but some of it also came from wanting to cum and not being able to. Just when Susetta's clit felt like exploding from pleasure, Ezekiel would cut off the power to the mechanical tongue and Quinton would rock her from side to side in a tight bear hug.

"Let me tell you a secret," Quinton whispered in her ear. "When you make him cum- we'll make you cum. Hear me?"

Susetta wildly gyrated her ass back on to Quintons dick, which actually did make her pussy clamp over the mechanical tongue. But it just wasn't the same as when the men were cooperating with her. She didn't just want the mechanical tongue... she also needed to feel Quinton pounding deep into her asshole.

"You ready to make dat nigga cum?" Quinton whispered softly in her ears, as she coughed around the un-moving dick lodged deep in her throat.

"Mrrrmmm," she moaned, before wildly uncoupling her throat from over his dick. "Stop teasing me you asshole. Fuck me. Break me in two, baby."

"You stop teasing," Quinton said. "Because in a minute I'm going to take it as a sign of being disrespectful, and then me and you will have a problem."

"I'm ready this time," Susetta panted. "I won't stop til he busts down my throat."

"Atta,girl. Now let's so this," Quinton returned to long and deep strokes up the ass. As he did, he stuck out his tongue to twirl circles at the top of her spine, which sent goosebumps all over her skin.

"Make him cum, bitch, so we can make you cum, too. C'mon. Quit playing around and suck dat dick. He's close too, I can tell," Quinton narrated the scene. "Suck sat niggas dick. Drain him fuckin dry."

"Ugghhhhawfuckkk," Ezekiel lost it again, as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his neck bones cracked like someone ringing a wet towel. Ezekiel had ran many a train on some lustful gal. But there was something about a father and son tag team that made his blood boil.

He turned the mechanical tongue into overdrive and allowed his hot cum to simultaneously pour down her throat. This in turn caused Quinton to roar like an ape in the African jungle (from the sheer pleasure of watching his Pops hyperventilate with ecstasy), resulting in him once again losing track of time and space.

Susetta's body, in the meantime, rivaled a fire hose in the hood that was chopped off in the middle. As her head whirled in uncontrollable circles, each arm flailed in the opposite direction and her toenails actually seemed to become inverted as the very fiber of her being became one big orgasm.

Susetta knew that she could not be dead, because she could feel all twenty of the men's fingers running up and down her spine or over her sensitive breasts. Her mouth was wide open like a hippo as her head rolled like it was torn from the sockets.

With her eyes closed, Susetta could hear herself breathing. But to be honest, she felt a million miles away from herself and like her body was turned upside down as she climbed up a wall or something.

As total darkness enveloped her and it felt like she was encased in a world of soft pillows that caressed every inch of her body, she could faintly hear the minister perform his form of last rites.

"Cum for your deliverance, girl...let it all out," his voice seemed farther and farther away, like it came from the back of her eardrums. "Cum and be free...never to be chained again..."

The end...The characters...

Susetta...sophisticated businesswoman who has learned a lot about life these days. Sports super sleek red hair. Lovely green eyes.

Minister. Ezekiel Williams... 49 year old preacher. Caramel colored brotha, who is slightly greying, but still full of life and sports an ultra hard nine inch dick. He carries 'Hood Hero' parts three and four with his wild methods of extraction and deliverance. He even briefly pops up towards the end of 'Hand Me Downs', but I thought it wise to finish his duties here before moving on elsewhere. That way you know where he stands from a sexual standpoint. While he may look towards higher ambitions in life, he's still human (and darkly sexual) just like anybody else.

Quinton...the ministers 18 year old son. He's basically a replica of his father... only bigger. He stands at 6'1, weighing a burly 290 pounds. He has a large flared nose and always looks like an angry bull,with the exception of his pretty blue eyes. Now unlike his fathers stubby yet thick NINE inches, Quinton was gifted with a long TWELVE inches... which would put him in Lexington Steele territory with a caramel twist.

The plot...


Susetta is actually one of my favorite characters of all time, because in spite of what she's been through, she always keeps a smile on her face and has not allowed life to make her bitter.

It all started when she was accosted in a public alley way and help came from an unlikely source...the handsome, yet ruggish thuggish Tommel Boykins. She instantly crowned him as her 'Hood Hero' for stepping up and rising to the occasion. He didn't have to get involved and many people in the same position probably wouldn't have. But he did.

While she lost contact with him and was never able to thank him properly, she did allow him and the responding officer to make her the subjectof an impromptu gangbang.

And from there, her life had become an unsatisfiable mission to suck and fuck as many black dicks as humanly possible. And it didn't matter who it was.

Random black stranger walking down the street? Check.

Minister who was SUPPOSED to be helping her? Check.

Then came along Quinton, the eighteen year old son of the perverted minister. Susetta ALMOST let her guilty conscience get the better of her. I say that because the second Quinton knelt on the church floor to tongue fuck her pussy (at the same time Ezekiel tongue fucked her ass), all sense of decency went out the window.

It turned into a miniature orgy (complete with deepthroating, squirting, choking, toe sucking and best of all, a wicked double penetration courtesy of father and son.)

Which brings us to where we are now...


"Ooh wee," Quinton let his head fall backwards, as his lungs sought air after such an intense, eye-rolling, neck-cracking, head-banging orgasm.

Susettas's pussy, for its part, throbbed uncontrollably as the reality of everything finally sunk in. Not only was she banging two sexy niggas at once... but one was the father...the other the son.

She cradled her long nails behind Quintons head and enjoyed the sensation of their hot, sweaty chests, not to mention the two dicks stuffed inside her pussy or the tingling in her toes from when the father bit and crunched her toes.


"How you feeling?" Ezekiel softly whispered a few moments later.

"Hnhhh?" Susetta gasped for air, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. "W-w...where am I?"

"Exactly where you 'spose to be," Quinton snapped awake. He, too,had been knocked the fuck out from the force of his orgasm.

Ezekiel removed his cum coated dick from the depths of her molten hot pussy. As he did, a marshmallow-ish string bridged the gap from the tip of his dick and to somewhere deep inside of her body. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that it was obviously the cum from both men fused into one.

"Here,girl," Ezekiel paraded around to straddle his sons face, and offer it as a treat to Susetta, who had stuck out her tongue in a desperate attempt to taste anything the men had to offer.

"Pops,no," Quinton shied away from the long strand of cum. "My fucking face, dawg."

"Quiet,boy," Ezekiel payed his son no mind. "You mixed up in dis shit just as much as I am."

Susetta quickly leaned under Ezekiel's dick and caught the falling cum in her mouth before it could hit Quintons uber handsome face.

"There, sweety. Is that better?" smiled, as she massaged the back of his neck.

"Mmm," Quinton returned to sucking and biting her nipples. "Mmm-hmm."

Quinton looked up to see the underside of his fathers dick as Susetta gobbled it down to the balls again...and again...and again. Now this, Quinton didn't mind. Just as long as nothing got on his face.

"Goo-raggggggg," Susetta gagged and choked."Goo-rarrrfff."

Not wanting spit on his face from her wild blowjob on his Pops and fearing that she might empty her stomach, Quinton slid out from under her and sat wide legged on a pew. He had always been a fan of extreme deepthroating (like Facial Abuse, Ghetto Gaggers or Gangbang My Face series), but to see it performed on his own father...a partially dressed minister...was SEXY AS FUCK.

Globs of spit flew every which way and loud dramatic gulps came from the bitches overstuffed throat as she repeatedly gagged on the preachers black dick.

"Good gawd," Ezekiel clamped a tongue over his top lip. "Choke dat shit da fuck down. O fuck yea. See if you can make me cum again...see if you can make me cum again."

"Oh, I'll make her make you cum," Quinton quickly jumped up.

"At ah, boy. Go somewhere and sit down. I got dis.You have to know when to go hard and when to go soft."

"Yes sir," Quinton stared his father deep in the eye like he was being coached on the football field. "So what do you suggest?"

"See dat lil box over there?" Ezekiel tried to instruct his son, while receiving the blowjob of a lifetime."No,Quinton. Ay...look at me and pay attention."

"The one by the piano stand?"

"No, Quinton. The one by the offering table."

"This?" Quinton raised a chest box high in the air.

"Yee, yeah...dat one...dere you go. Bring it here."

Peeking inside, Quinton was expecting to find things that pertained to the offering table. He never expected to find a box stuffed with rubber spiked dildos, clothespins, leg manacles, ticklers, whips, suction hoses and what was this?: some face shaped toy with a protruding tongue.

"Dat one," Ezekiel pointed out. "Plus six clothespins and the suction cup. Hurry up. C'mon."

Quintons eyebrows raised as he tried to figure everything out and see how the mysterious contraption was going to work.

"Quinton-"

"I am,nigga. Stop rushing me," Quinton fumbled through the box. "I'm just trying to see how it works."

"Who you talking to lil boy? Put the toy on the ground, stretch the cord out and grab the muthafuckin clothespins. I'm not going to tell you no more," Ezekiel suddenly became angry at his son. "Fucking do it, Quinton...now!!!"

"Alright," Quinton placed the mechanical face under her pussy and waited further instructions.

"Now spit on it and jam that fucker up her pussy."

"Ptuhhh," Quinton spit on the foam, mechanical tongue. He then pried her pussylips apart and jammed it deep inside of her pussy.(What Ezekiel didn't tell them was that the tongue expanded in moisture and was filled with mechanical forks, so that as one side licked up- the other went down.)

"Oh fuck," Susetta cried out. "It's moving."

"No shit," Ezekiel looked down on her, as he nodded for Quinton to continue with the application of additional sex gadgets.

While Quinton applied the clothespins (three per nipple), Ezekiel bent to attach a fake set of suction cup lips directly over her clit. That way she could have the sensation of being licked from the inside out.

"Now dat shit you just put in her," Ezekiel bragged, " is double jointed. While one side goes up, the other goes down...while spinning counter clockwise and vibrating...backwards."

"Dayum," Quinton licked his lips. "Do they make toys like dat for the boys?"

"They do, but you don't need it, Quint. Today is her day of deliverance. It's her day to embrace the power of our dicks."

"Fuck yes," Quinton smiled, as Ezekiel went back to plastering Susetta's face into his groins.

"Be still," Ezekiel curled all ten of his fingers behind her hair and pushed down. "I should choke you out until you make me fuckin cum."

"Nah," Quinton flicked his Pops on the thigh. "You said to go soft. Remember?"

"Aw shit. I guess I did say that,huh?"

"Yee-up."

"I'll tell you what," Ezekiel slid down, so that his bare ass sat on the floor. "While she services me up here, I want to see you get all up in her ass."

"O god yes," Quinton squatted over her ass froggystyle, as he handed the control panel to his father. "I been wanting a piece o dis all night, boi."

"Yeah?" Ezekiel raised his eyebrows playfully. "So come and get it. I got dat ass nice and prepped. So don't even play around with it.


A long, exaggerated moan rose from deep inside of Quintons chest as he buried his entire dick in one massive thrust. This was new for Quinton, since all of his girlfriends claimed that he was too big for such a thing. But with a mechanical tongue whizzing inside of her pussy, and her face being plunged over Ezekiel's throbbing dick, Susetta didn't have the luxury of saying "no." But even if she could...why would she?

"Fuck!!!" Quinton panted. "Dis ho is tight, nigga. Got dayum."

Quinton balled up both fist like a hopping frog, with his ass high in the air like a football player doing a "huht-huht-pass."The only difference was that instead of making a drive down the field, Quinton was driving his dick deep inside of her ass. And it felt good as fuck. The only comparison Quinton could make was saying her ass was the equivalent of an air tight vacuum hose lined with molten hot butter.

Quinton wildly pounded in and out of Susetta's ass for a good ten minutes until his Pops broke the silence.

"Dat shit feels good, huh baby?...It's warm as fuck...tight...and most likely very, very wet," Ezekiel enunciated his words to sound deep and mystical.

"O fuck yea," Quinton wildly licked his lips, rolled his eyes and slowly backed up so that only the tip of his dick stayed inside her ass. Then father and son stared at each other in a lust fueled trance...almost willing each other on to see which one was the nastiest of the two. Quinton knew that in the end he'd back down to his father. But he loved the scrunched up look on his Pops face as Susetta did this trick where she spun her head in circles like a hand held butter churner.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me?" Ezekiel knew what his son wanted him to say. "Fuck her. And don't you dare fucking stop until your thrashing around makes everybody fucking cum. How's dat sound, nigga? Is dat what you wanted to hear?"

"Grrrrrrfuuuccckkk," Quinton bared his teeth as something seemed to suddenly take over him and pile drive him with such force that the walls shook and collection plates fell onto the floor.

"Dere you go," Ezekiel dug his feet into the floor and braced himself, since Quintons ferocious pounding up Susetta's ass shoved her face equally as hard over his dick.

"Dat'sit...dat'sit. Yee-ah,boy. Pound dat ass. C'mon. You make her make me fuckin cum. Dats what you do,boy."

By this stage in the game, Susetta was experiencing mini orgasms every other stroke. But for some reason or other, "the big one" always seemed one step outside of her reach.

Ezekiel was the master of his toy tongue, and he took his sweet time as he used the mechanical tongue to push Susetta to the edge again...and again...and again.During the times when Susetta wildly bobbed and held, Ezekiel pushed a lever to spread the "tongue forks" in push-pull circles. When Susetta stuck out her tongue to lick his balls while still deepthroating him, he rewarded her by pushing a button that oozed sap over her clit while miniature teeth chewed the outside of her flaming pussy lips.

Susetta was obviously panting from the dick choking off her oxygen supply, but some of it also came from wanting to cum and not being able to. Just when Susetta's clit felt like exploding from pleasure, Ezekiel would cut off the power to the mechanical tongue and Quinton would rock her from side to side in a tight bear hug.

"Let me tell you a secret," Quinton whispered in her ear. "When you make him cum- we'll make you cum. Hear me?"

Susetta wildly gyrated her ass back on to Quintons dick, which actually did make her pussy clamp over the mechanical tongue. But it just wasn't the same as when the men were cooperating with her. She didn't just want the mechanical tongue... she also needed to feel Quinton pounding deep into her asshole.

"You ready to make dat nigga cum?" Quinton whispered softly in her ears, as she coughed around the un-moving dick lodged deep in her throat.

"Mrrrmmm," she moaned, before wildly uncoupling her throat from over his dick. "Stop teasing me you asshole. Fuck me. Break me in two, baby."

"You stop teasing," Quinton said. "Because in a minute I'm going to take it as a sign of being disrespectful, and then me and you will have a problem."

"I'm ready this time," Susetta panted. "I won't stop til he busts down my throat."

"Atta,girl. Now let's so this," Quinton returned to long and deep strokes up the ass. As he did, he stuck out his tongue to twirl circles at the top of her spine, which sent goosebumps all over her skin.

"Make him cum, bitch, so we can make you cum, too. C'mon. Quit playing around and suck dat dick. He's close too, I can tell," Quinton narrated the scene. "Suck sat niggas dick. Drain him fuckin dry."

"Ugghhhhawfuckkk," Ezekiel lost it again, as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his neck bones cracked like someone ringing a wet towel. Ezekiel had ran many a train on some lustful gal. But there was something about a father and son tag team that made his blood boil.

He turned the mechanical tongue into overdrive and allowed his hot cum to simultaneously pour down her throat. This in turn caused Quinton to roar like an ape in the African jungle (from the sheer pleasure of watching his Pops hyperventilate with ecstasy), resulting in him once again losing track of time and space.

Susetta's body, in the meantime, rivaled a fire hose in the hood that was chopped off in the middle. As her head whirled in uncontrollable circles, each arm flailed in the opposite direction and her toenails actually seemed to become inverted as the very fiber of her being became one big orgasm.

Susetta knew that she could not be dead, because she could feel all twenty of the men's fingers running up and down her spine or over her sensitive breasts. Her mouth was wide open like a hippo as her head rolled like it was torn from the sockets.

With her eyes closed, Susetta could hear herself breathing. But to be honest, she felt a million miles away from herself and like her body was turned upside down as she climbed up a wall or something.

As total darkness enveloped her and it felt like she was encased in a world of soft pillows that caressed every inch of her body, she could faintly hear the minister perform his form of last rites.

"Cum for your deliverance, girl...let it all out," his voice seemed farther and farther away, like it came from the back of her eardrums. "Cum and be free...never to be chained again..."

The end...

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Sep 29, 2018 in anal

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