A Fun blowbang for the minister's wife

She was nervous, seeing the endless crowd, that people wouldn’t even be aware that she was in the park and available; but Tyrone told her “No worries girl. When word gets out that the sexy blonde minister’s wife is on her knees and ready to be mouth-fucked, every brother is gonna know.”

“Besides,” he smiled. “We got you a STAGE.”

And that’s when she saw it. Sure enough, a raised platform had been built right in the centre of the clearing that would raise her up 5 feet from the grass and let everyone see her once she got started.

“Now you just need to get started, girl,” Tyrone told her, as he led her up the stairs.

Once again, hands groped her ass. And she couldn’t help but notice that she was immediately followed up the steps by a line-up of men who’d been waiting for her. When she got to the centre of the stage, she turned around to meet the first man behind her... but Tyrone immediately pushed her down to her knees and she just laughed and knew exactly what to do.

Of course, she didn’t need to know the name of the man she was blowing. She’d be blowing so many over the next ten days or so, she’d never remember. The man’s huge cock was already out of his pants by the time her knees hit the thin pad she’d been given to kneel on, and in her mouth and down her throat within 2 seconds of that.

“Hnggg. Hnggg. Hnggg,” she said.

For Beth, the next ten days became a big black blur. She did get some time to go to the bathroom, shower and change... and even sleep a bit. But she found that the excitement of the place kept her awake. So, seemingly running on adrenaline, she was on her knees stuffing black cocks into her mouth and throat at least 20 hours every day... and loving it more and more.

She was so into it, she didn’t even care anymore when reporters from local newspaper and TV stations showed up. They tried interviewing her... but all they got is gags and swallows, so they mostly just took pictures and TV footage of her in action. As luck would have it, she was wearing those green jeans and purple heels again, along with a pretty baby blue sweater with white snowflakes on it that Keith had given her this past Christmas... which pleased her very much. If Keith was going to find out about all this, she might as well be wearing the lovely sweater he’d given her.

And sure enough, it was while the reporters were there that blind old Mr. White showed up, with a black Labrador retriever guide dog that was even darker than him... and Beth was face-fucked by both of them. As you might expect, it was a heart-warming picture of Beth with Blackie that ended up on the front page of several papers and going viral on the internet.

“Local Minister’s Wife Dogged in Her Face” one headline read (a cute twist of the word ‘faith’).

Sure enough, Keith DID hear about everything, told about what was in the paper by a couple of women at the church. And that night, he and Sarah watched ‘Mom’ in the news. Keith smiled. He was PROUD of her.

“So THAT’S why she’s always mumbling when I call her,” he laughed. Sarah then pulled out the DVDS she had of Mom with Tyrone and the others in the kitchen (she had several dozen by now), and Sarah and her step-dad had popcorn as they enjoyed a couple of Sarah’s favorite films for several hours.

“This is the same park where Mom is now,” Sarah said happily, pulling out the professionally filmed and edited video Tyrone had had made of Beth’s first visit to the park. Sarah’s step dad laughed at the humungous size of the crowd. And they both laughed at the worried expression on Mom’s face as Tyrone first led her to her ‘spot’.

The next morning, Reverend Williams called Reverend Tyson and told him to feel free to keep his wife over Christmas too, if he had anything planned.

“Thank you, Keith. I’m sure we can still keep her busy.”

And the two chatted awhile like good friends.

“I guess we I can admit now that Beth isn’t doing Inter-Faith Ministry... she’s doing In-Her-Face Ministry,” the black minister chuckled.

Keith found that like joke so cute he wrote it down to tell his congregation at church. “They’ll all get a chuckle out of that,” he whispered to himself.

And so it was that when the ten-day biker event ended on December 21st, Beth was far from finished. In fact, Reverend Tyron wanted her through New Years, and Beth could only nod her approval.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, believe it or not, it started to snow. It wasn’t really that cold. In fact, Beth found it fun and pleasant to have snow falling into her hair and onto her nose as black men reamed her throat... and the snow was pretty to look at, whenever she could glance away from the big black bellies a mere inch or two in front of her face. They’d only get a couple of inches, but it was enough to put everyone in a joyful spirit.

Beth was dressed very Christmassy, in a pretty red, green and white sweater with snow and evergreen trees on kit, her grey pin-striped pants, red satin panties, and black heels, and feeling very much in the Christmas spirit. She was especially happy because Keith had called to say that, that afternoon, he was going to make time to come visit her and “watch and admire your work.”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she’d told him

But he knew that she’d be too busy to visit. He just wanted to spend some time with her and let her know how proud of her he was. He even promised to bring “a few black friends I know who are a bit down on their luck; maybe you can give them something special for Christmas.”

“Hmm hmmmm! (of course!)” she answered over her cell phone. Anything for dear old Keith.

Dear old Keith DID, in fact, come by. Despite Beth being on a raised stage, it still took him awhile to find his wife, because she was so surrounded by big black men. When he finally did get to see her, she had one humungous and incredibly dark black cock buried deep in her throat, and another in each hand. But she still looked sweet.

“Hngggg!” she greeted her husband.

He pulled out his camera.

“Look this way, Honey,” he said. She’d been sucking cocks non-stop for over ten hours, but still looked lovely. No amount of oral abuse could hide her gorgeous eyes and hair, the lovely curves of her sweater, and those sexy pin-striped pants that were HIS favorite of hers. “Say cheeeeeese!”

“Hnggggggh.”

For the first time, the good Reverend Williams met Tyrone, the black biker who’d been fucking his wife’s mouth virtually every day for the past six months. And it was as if they were old friends.

“Your wife’s got one sweet little ass there, baby,” Tyrone said.

And they laughed about how she used to gag so much.

“Her eyes got so big the first time I shoved my wang down her throat,” Tyrone said. “Especially after I’d been up her ass.”

“You’ve been blessed, my son,” Keith told him. And then he just stood there and watched in total admiration as his dear wife lovingly took each of the seven black men he’d brought with him into her mouth.

“Thanks, Beth,” he told her quietly as she blew HIS friends.

“Hmm hmm hmmm,” she answered, contentedly. He was MOST welcome.

It continued to snow throughout the day... not hard... just soft and slow and quiet. It made it feel so festive in the park. And Sarah, who caught her mom on the news again, thought it funny and sweet how mom was enjoying both a white and a very black Christmas.

“Ho, Ho, Ho, Mom!” she said quietly to the TV.

And that night, at mass, Reverend Williams spoke of the snow and its beauty, and of the magic of that first Christmas way back when, and of every Christmas... and of his beautiful wife and the wonderful work no doubt she STILL was doing on her knees somewhere on a big stage in a park downtown, and would be doing throughout Christmas Day and, hopefully, well into the New Year.

“Merry Christmas to all, especially to you my darling Beth,” he said solemnly. “May the giving spirit of Christmas be with you all... always.”