A Fun blowbang for the minister's wife

It was when she was about 90% way past the collection of evergreens that she first glimpsed what was awaiting her. She stopped dead in her tracks. There weren’t ten guys waiting for her... or twelve... or even twenty. There were, in fact, too many to count... fifty or sixty at LEAST.

“This, boys, is that cock-hungry minister’s wife bitch I’ve been telling you about,” Tyrone announced as he guided her into the clearing. And before she knew what was happening, Tyrone was pushing on her back to guide her to the centre of the crowd.

“Tyrone,” Beth pleaded. “Four cocks is one thing, but...”

She never finished her sentence...

“Everyone get your cock out, boys!” Tyrone announced. “This skinny white bitch is HUNGRY.”

At least one of the guys was kind enough to put his jacket down on the grass for Beth to kneel on. Grass stains on her knees would have been difficult for her to explain to Keith. She was immediately swarmed by men and had one in her mouth and one in each hand before she’d even shifted to find a comfortable position on her knees.

“Hmm hmm hmm,” she mumbled as the first guy started to pump his hips.

Then “hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm...”

There was no way for her to possibly keep track of who’d she’d blown and how many times. When 5:30 rolled around, her cell-phone went off. It was Keith wondering when she’d be home... he was barbecuing steak...

“Wouldn’t you like to wrap your lips around a nice dark piece of steak right now?” he asked her.

“Hngg,” she said, a huge man named Maurice having just plunged his cock all the way down her throat, nose to belly. All she could do is hang up and hope Keith didn’t call back. Luckily, he didn’t; but he did kid her later about her sense of humor over the phone. Apparently, he thought she’d ‘swallowed’ her steak to say ‘yes’.

She nodded weakly. She really was swallowing steak at the time... tube steak.

She left the park at almost 6:30. Tyrone told her that the cameraman (and he’d hired a professional for this day’s festivities) had counted 112 blowjobs.

“Not bad for a minister’s wife,” he said.

That was about 6 month ago. Tyrone and the others have long since finished the Williams’ bathroom, but the boys still visit her regularly, usually at lunch time, as do several of Beth’s new biker friends. Sarah’s often home, but she’s so used to seeing her mom’s mouth being porked by crowds of black men she just watches TV or videos on the internet; though she sometimes comes over to watch mom “just for fun.”

“Go, Mom, go!” she cheers for her as Mom’s eyes water up from some 12 plus inch member being stuffed all the way down her throat. In fact, relations between Beth and her daughter have improved dramatically. One, Beth is so busy getting her mouth porked by an endless stream of black whoppers, she can’t yell at Sarah much anymore. And two, Sarah is having so much fun seeing Mom’s face fucked constantly, she’s always in a good mood.

The two have started to become very close... almost best of friends. Since Keith is out most evenings doing various visitations and attending an endless host of meetings, and Beth has purposefully cut back on her committee work “to spend more time with my daughter”, mother and daughter often curl up on the couch with popcorn to review Mom’s latest videos.

Sarah laughs: “How did you EVER get that huge black thing all the way down your throat, Mom?” (One of Tyrone’s biker friends was at least 14 inches long and as thick as a python.)

And cheers: “Nose-to-belly, Mom! Nose-to-belly!”

And gasps: “Ooooh, Mom! There’s a big piece of shit hanging off that cock going into your mouth!”

“Yup. There sure is,” Mom replies. “I remember THAT one well.” And then they BOTH laugh.

It’s fun. And then Sarah helps Mom pick out a “really sexy outfit” for the next day. She even lends Mom her blue and yellow cheerleading outfit to wear on those occasions, once or twice a week, when Beth wants more ass-to-mouth fun. Amazingly, the uniform fits Beth well.

“Just put the shit in your mouth and not on my uniform, okay Mom?” Sarah kids.

And they EVEN go shopping together.

“How about these dark blue STRETCH jeans, Mom? See if the boys can resist fucking your asshole when you’re wearing THESE.” Sarah laughs. She even asked a passer-by if he’d like to fuck her mom’s ass if she was wearing them. The guy, who was maybe 25, looked Mom over and then said: “Shit yeah!”

Beth bought the jeans on the spot. And then Sarah had Mom change into those jeans and dragged her through the mall for almost a half hour to find that same guy so she could thank him with a blowjob in a bathroom somewhere. There were quite a few stares when Beth and this guy emerged from a locked Family Bathroom, especially since smears from Beth’s lipstick were clearly visible around the zipper of his faded blue jeans... and because Sarah, who’d been keeping lookout outside, had purposefully told the few people waiting that it was just her mom inside giving some stranger a blowjob.

Speaking of relations... every Saturday now, Beth volunteers at ‘Interracial Relations Good Will Events’ that take place every weekend at Cutter’s Park. Her husband is always too busy to attend, but he’s thrilled that Beth has found a way “to promote unity between the races. It’s so important.”

And the women at church who miss Beth’s involvement in some of their committees admit that improved interracial relations are certainly something worth fighting for. Beth, meanwhile, has been working up the courage to wear Sarah’s cheerleading uniform to wear to one of these events. Surely 150 guys (the events have definitely grown) wouldn’t ALL fuck her in the ass, would they?

In the meantime, today is a SPECIAL day, because it is the first day of National Bikers Week, and a huge 10-day event has been planned downtown, running from Friday through the second Monday, with bikers coming in from all over the country and even abroad, as part of a goodwill fund drive to buy toys for children. Beth wondered what Tyrone would do with her this Saturday; surely, he’d be going to that event and she’d have a day off. But then yesterday, when he and seven of his biker buddies, including Darius, André and Tyrell showed up at her home, he told her.

“Hngg?” Beth asked, not believing what she’d just heard.

“You betcha, Mrs. W.,” he answered. “There will be over one thousand black bikers at OUR park every day for the next ten days... ALL waiting for YOU.”

“Hngggbbb,” Beth’s eyes filled with panic.

Sarah laughed. “It’ll be fun, Mom,” she said, seeing the hesitation in her mother’s eyes.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” Beth asked the big man. How was she EVER going to convince her husband that she needed to be gone all day for ten straight days?

“Ye of little faith, Mrs. W.” The slick man said. “Your man Tyrone’s already got it covered.”

And he had. In fact, he’d already had a black minister (whom Beth had blown several times, NOT knowing he was a minister as well as a biker) call Reverend Williams to praise his wife for all “her wonderful work.”

Keith was so proud to hear that.

“And I thank YOU, brother, for letting us have her every Saturday,” he continued. “We couldn’t do what we do without her. She single-handedly serviced over 200 last Saturday.”

Keith was too conservative in his thinking to even consider to ask him what ‘serviced’ meant.

“But I’m afraid I’m going to have to impose on you one more time,” Reverend Tyson said. “THIS next week is National Interracial Harmony and Interface Ministry Week. We have people coming in from all over the country for ten all-day public events... and we are DESPERATELY short of dedicated volunteers like her. So we’ll need her for ten straight days. Is that all right? Don’t worry... we’ll put her up and take good care of her.” And he laughed.

And Reverend Williams laughed too. “Of course” they could borrow his wife for the next ten days. With Christmas just two weeks away, he was going to be incredibly busy too.

“You keep her as long as you need her,” he added, confidently.

“Well... we MIGHT need her for an extra day or so to ‘clean’ up.”

“Keep her as LONG as you want. I know she does good work and I’m sure she’ll have fun besides.”

“We NEVER hear her complain,” the black minister said.

So now, Beth really had no choice in the matter. In fact, that evening after herself just hearing the news from Tyrone, she listened to her husband INSISTING that she go for the full 10 days and “just relax and have fun there.”

“Sarah and I’ve got everything covered here, don’t we Honey?” he smiled at his step-daughter, who too was smiling ear-to-ear.

“You’re going to have SO much fun, Mom,” the teen answered with a chuckle.

“Just give us a call or text from time to time so we know you’re all right.”

‘It’ll HAVE to be texts,’ Beth thought to herself.

That night, Beth needed Sarah’s help to pick out seven REALLY nice outfits. Beth was a minister’s wife after all, and HAD to make a good impression. Luckily, with all the shopping that the two had done together, Beth had 3 nice new pairs of sexy, tight designer blue jeans (two dark blue and one light, and all 5-pocket jeans because that’s how Tyrone liked them), plus her army green jeans, and three pairs of nice dress pants (white, chocolate brown, and grey with pinstripes); and, because it was, after all, mid December, some pretty sweaters in case it got cold (as it sometimes does).

Tyrone had assured her that, even if she was too busy to do them, SOMEONE could make sure her clothes were washed at least once while she was away, so 7 days of outfits she thought safe.

“Hmm hmmm,” she thanked him.

Beth also packed tons of make-up, five pairs of heels, seven tops, and 15 of her sexiest bras and panty combinations, because she didn’t really want her panties washed by complete strangers, and Tyrone had assured her that she almost certainly would be too busy to get to a Laundromat herself.

“There’ll be other girls there, girl,” he said. “But there will ALWAYS be a line-up of big black cocks for YOUR mouth... 24/7.”

“Hngggh?” she’d asked.

“You’ll sleep when you’re tired enough,” he explained. “On your knees being mouth-fucked if you have to. And you’ll have time to change your clothes and shit and fix your lipstick and stuff. But I can’t promise you much else.” He smiled as he drove his cock even further down her throat. “But you’ll be FINE, girl. You’ll be suckin’ tons of juicy black cock and swallowin’ tons of juicy white cum and havin’ the time of your life!”

And she had to admit that he was right. Being mouth-fucked continuously for ten straight days wouldn’t kill her. And she knew it would be fun.

And so it was that she kissed Keith that Friday morning as he left, all the while thinking that between now and the next time he kissed her on the lips, she would have probably given several thousand blowjobs. She’d been so nervous and excited all night she’d hardly slept, and ultimately woke almost an hour before her alarm.

She appreciated the extra time in the bathroom, however, because she wanted to take a nice long shower and wash her hair really well, then slip into a nice pair of panties and bra and heels, and then take time to put on her make-up just how she wanted it. By the time Keith woke up, she was coming out of the bathroom and insisted on kneeling right there and then to give him the best blowjob of his life. He could hardly believe it.

“Maybe I’ll have to come visit you when you’re gone,” he said.

“Oh I’ll be too busy for that,” she answered quickly, and breathed a huge sigh of relief when he admitted that he’d be too busy too. She now didn’t even have to lie to him about where she was.

When he was gone, she slipped on her and Sarah’s favorite outfit - her army green jeans, that blue blouse, and her purple heels (that incidentally matched her lavender-coloured satin panties) – an outfit she hoped she’d get to wear at least 3 or 4 times, because of how good everyone said the combination looked on her.

Then she checked herself out in the mirror again, reapplying a bit of lipstick, since some had worn off blowing Keith. The last thing she did before turning off the light was turn to admire her bum in the mirror. She smiled. And then she went into the kitchen and waited. Tyrone said he’d be there to pick her up about 8:15 and she could hardly wait. As she’d done the very first day, she put a note on the door telling him just to enter, and again left the door ajar. When he arrived, he found her in the middle of the kitchen floor on her knees.

“I just wanted to thank you before we go,” she said.

“Well thanks, Mrs. W.,” the black man said. And he proceeded to pulverize her throat for the next 20 minutes, all the while telling her how “fine” she looked.

“Hngg hngg,” she said (thank you).

The ride to Cutter’s Park took twenty minutes, and soon Beth was walking around that same cluster of trees as the first time she’d met all Tyrone’s biker buddies. This time, however, she HEARD the crowd long before she saw it. Sure enough, as she rounded the corner, the scene was breath-taking.

Clearly, there were in excess of a thousand black men gathered here, and Beth knew that Tyrone was going to make personally certain that every single one of them fucked her mouth and throat at LEAST once, if not today, then tomorrow or the next day. And each day would bring new men among the returnees. There was no doubt about it... she was going to be having fun 24/7 for the next ten days, if not more. She took a deep breath, brushed the seat of her jeans to make sure it was clean, and walked with Tyrone down to join the crowd and find her spot.

She’d never even be able to estimate the number of hands that fondled her bum as she walked through the crowd. But she knew that every single hand was attached to a body that was attached to a cock that soon (in minutes, hours or, at most, days) would be in her mouth. And she was pleased that so many obviously enjoyed her ass... not bad for a 37-year old!