Within the Tavern Walls 11

A couple days had passed since the last encounter with the elders, each day Mrs. G was a mix of anticipation and fear. This time two new elders entered, one taller and big, the other shorter and lean in his old age. They observed her, their eyes sharp and penetrating. "We heard from other elders that you've been struggling with your vow, Mrs. G," the shorter elder began, voice curt yet tinged with sly tones. "Perhaps we should see just how righteous you remain." Mrs. G swallowed hard, her heart racing at the ominous tone. "I assure you, I aim to stay true." "In that case," retorted the taller elder, his voice deep and commanding, "we propose a test. One of us will disrobe, as will you, and we'll gauge your reaction." Her forehead creased with worry, yet she thought briefly of their age, considering herself safe. "Very well," she agreed, trying to mask her nervousness. In what seemed to have became a routine, she quickly lost most of her clothes, and stood exposed before the elder's eyes. But then the taller elder's started disrobing, and his physique was not at all what Mrs. G had anticipated. Despite the creases of age on his face, his body was fit, almost statuesque, and as his pants fell, her gaze was unavoidably drawn to what lay hidden beneath; a sculpted manhood that seemed out of place with his years. Her eyes widened. She didn't know why she had a reaction like this, but as he stepped closer, the raw masculinity of him overwhelmed her senses, and it was her hand, not her mind, that reached out to touch his impressive manhood. Her breath caught as she took him in hand, feeling his size, his girth under her fingers. Instinct took over, and soon she was stroking him, exploring his length. "Go on, Mrs. G." the shorter elder chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Show us how a faithful wife resists temptation." Her body, almost of its own volition, moved few inches back to the table, her legs spreading as she sought relief, grinding against the wooden edge. Her arousal was strong, and undeniable. The taller elder's dick twitched in her grasp, and he gripped her hair, pulling her head towards him, wordlessly commanding her to kiss him. Mrs. G obliged, her lips parting, welcoming his tongue in her mouth, meeting it there with hers. The movements of her loins were mechanical, driven by a primal force she could neither understand nor control. Her body rocked against the table's edge, the friction against her pussy sending shivers of forbidden delight through her. The room filled with the sounds of their collective lust – the moans and the wet suction of their mouths, the slick slide of Mrs.G hand, the rubbing against the table, and the coarse whispers of the shorter elder praising her newly discovered talents. The taller elder, sensing he is close, stopped kissing Mrs.G on the mouth and pushed her backwards. His body tensed, and then with a grunt, he spilled his seed, unbelievable amounts of it, thick streams of sperm painting Mrs.G's chest and stomach, ribbons of warm cum splashing across her face. The sensation of the warm cum all over her, coupled with the relentless rhythm of her own grinding against the table, pushed Mrs. G over the edge. Her climax ripped through her, her body betraying her once more as her face convulsed in ecstasy. Shame, swift and crushing, engulfed her, and she turned away in an attempt to hide her climax, but it was too late. "No point in trying to hide it Mrs.G. ", the shorter elder sneered - "We see the quivers, and the way that big ass jiggles. ". His voice laced with derision. "Those tremors betray your pleasure. It is such a beautiful sight seeing your orgasm, with your ass opened to us. I bet even your husband hasn't seen you like this - shaking so violently, with this much cum dripping off of you." "He is right.", Mrs.G thought through the haze of her orgasm now openly moaning, while the cum was dripping around her mouth.