Jeff Davis - The preacher_s daughters

"Harder! Fuck it harder!" she wheezed. Her ass was slamming back violently against his thrusting cock.

Martin felt his own lust take control and the rising pressure of his cum surged from his balls. He slammed his cock harder and faster into her tight ass.

"Oooooo, yes! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she sighed with each thrust of his cock.

Martin groaned and lunged. His cock buried itself in her ass and his cum geysered into it. Louise felt the scalding fluid filling her asshole and groaned. Her asshole clutched at the convulsing cock. Her cunt spasmed and she crashed over the brink of her own climax.

"Aaaahhhhgggnnnn!" they sang together as the throes of pleasure shook their bodies.

Panting, Louise sprawled forward, Martin following, his cock still lodged in her asshole. They lay for several minutes, still joined. Her hole milked gently at his pulsing cock. Finally, with a sigh, he pulled his spent cock from the tight hole and rolled onto his back. Louise lay on her stomach, her body flinching with the ebbs of pleasure. Her asshole spasmed gently holding the thick cream inside.

Satiated, she lay absorbed in her pleasure, thinking about her husband and her daughters. Her mind wandered aimlessly for several minutes until a vague plan began to materialize. She smiled to herself and sighed.

Time seemed to drag by the following day. Louise tried not to watch the clock but the effort was wasted. Martin came home for lunch at noon and she barely managed to appear her normal self. After he left, she cleaned up the kitchen and started on the laundry. As she sorted through the clothes, she made a discovery.

She had started to toss the pair of panties into the heap with the other underwear when a stain caught her eye. She looked closer. The panties were Kathy's. The stain on the inside of the crotch was large and whitish. She knew what it was. Cum!

The woman reeled with the impact of the discovery. She had suspected that the girl was more sexually aware than she appeared to be but the sudden proof caught Louise off guard.

As she stared at the blatant evidence, she noticed a pinkish tint to the stain. Blood. The obvious clicked. Her virginity. The woman looked at the flower printed design and was sure that they were the panties she had seen on Kathy the morning before. She had come home from sitting up at the hospital and prepared breakfast and when she woke the girl, she had seen them.

Louise winced with the obvious. The two girls had been at home with their father. She shook her head, trying to deny what she had already suspected. Against all her efforts, the thoughts crept into her mind. She thought of the cock that she had sucked and loved and fucked the night before and the fact that it had probably been inside her daughter's cunt the night before. She shivered.

She tossed the brief nylon garment aside and tried to busy herself with the rest of the laundry. Her mind was a buzzing scramble of thoughts. Pictures of the small body of the girl and the almost hairless little cunt between her slim legs and the swollen cock pressing between the lips of it. She shook her head several times trying to rid herself of the thoughts.

The itchy tingle between her thighs suddenly penetrated her thoughts. She paused and was aware that her pussy was wet and hot from the thoughts that she was having. As she stood there assessing her reaction to the thoughts, she realized that her nipples were rigid and throbbing. She was turned on by the thoughts.

Louise lifted the basket of clothes and hurried to the laundry room, frying desperately to shake the heat of lust that was rising inside her. She set the basket on the floor and turned to the washing machine. A load of clothes was in mid-cycle and the machine was vibrating gently with its action. She reached across the porcelain surface for a battle of fabric softener. As she did, the front corner of the machine pressed into her crotch and the vibrations of the hard protrusion sent a flash of pleasure through her that made her knees buckle.

Jerking back, quickly, Louise leaned weakly against the cabinet. Her heart was pounding and her body throbbed. She looked down at the innocent machine and grimaced. Her pussy was pulsing and the crotch of her panties drew her back to her feet. She moved slowly, as if in a trance. Her crotch touched the corner again and she supported her weight on her hands. The humming vibration sent flares of sensation through her. Her eyes closed and she let her head drop. She gritted her teeth against the intense pleasure that was boiling up in her cunt.

Her mind flashed to the panties and the pictures that she created of Martin fucking Kathy. A climax slammed through her body. She shuddered and moaned softly. Her knees buckled. Colors burst behind her closed eyelids and her ears were ringing. She couldn't tear herself away from her porcelain and metal machine lover. Again she felt the vibration stirring her passion. As she neared another climax, she arched her back and ground her convulsing pussy against the massaging corner. She moaned and her body tightened. Just as she hovered on the brink of her climax, the doorbell rang.

Louise almost jumped back from the machine. Her foggy mind was slow in clearing. She straightened her dress and paused at the mirror to replace the stray strands of hair. Her face was flushed and she avoided looking at her eyes.

She opened the door and found a young man standing outside it. He was in his early twenties and unfamiliar to her. It took a moment for his appearance to register. He was clean yet his face and clothes had the distinctive marks of a tramp. She had seen them many times before. A minister's home is one of the first places that they hit in a new town or when they can't get out of town.

The man's blue eyes glanced from her face to his hands and back again. His feet fidgeted and his eyes bounced from her face to his hands to the shubbery to one side of the door.

"Yes?" she asked finally.

"I just wondered if you could help a feller that's down on his luck a little," he mumbled, shuffling his feet.

Louise almost turned him away. Her eyes met his for an instant and she felt heat and moisture seep from her pussy. Her eyes dropped to his crotch for a quick assessment. Returning to his eyes, she saw the message that she needed. He was staring at the cloth encased mounds of her breasts. She smiled nervously and stepped back.

"Of course. Come in, please," she replied enticingly.

The young man hesitated, his eyes betraying his confusion. Then with regained courage, he stepped into the cool living room and Louise closed the door behind him. With a motion of her hand, she led him into the kitchen.

"I imagine that you're hungry," she stated.

"No. I ate at the mission about an hour ago." His voice was clear and steady.

Louise was a little surprised at his obvious honesty and his courage. She motioned to a chair and opened the refrigerator as he sat down. She set two Cokes on the table and fished the opener from the drawer. Opening the frosty bottles, she sat down across from him and smiled.

"Now, what can I do to help you?" she asked. Her voice was soft and husky. She was aware that her pussy was soggy and she was fantasizing about the young man's cock. She didn't even care if it was showing in her voice or her face.

"Well," he began, "if you have some work I could do to earn some money or if you know someone who does, I'd appreciate it."

His eyes were intense and Louise stared into them for a moment. The thoughts that they brought to mind made her pussy burn and her clit throb. She averted her eyes and looked out the kitchen window. He was silent as she tried to regain some kind of composure.

"I can't think of any work I might have nor can I think of anyone who might," she said, finally. Her crotch was itching so that she had to get up. She stepped across to the sink and aimlessly moved some of the dishes in the drying rack. Even with her back to him, she was aware of his eyes scanning her ass and legs. A shiver ran through her and, she turned to face him.