Ray Todd: Hotter than daughter

The harsh ring of the alarm clock awakened Erika from one of the most exciting and lewd dreams she'd ever experienced. Keith Robinson, her boss, had been sliding his thick middle finger in and out of her slippery wet cunt while she skimmed his thick foreskin up and down over his hard throbbing cock. In her dream, Keith Robinson had been hung like a fucking bull, and his big dome-shaped cockhead was about to enter the hot wetness of her dripping cunt when the alarm sounded.

Half awake, Erika tried to keep the dream alive, wanting to feel the entry of his cock, but the persistent ringing of the alarm made it impossible. Reaching to turn off the clanging bell, Erika realized that her fingers were drenched with pussy juice. The beautiful woman had obviously been masturbating in her sleep.

Erika couldn't understand why she'd dreamed about Keith Robinson. She'd been working part time at the fountain in his drug store for the last few months, but there had never been any sign of intimacy between them. He was a rather handsome man in his late forties with a thick head of hair that had turned a distinguished grey at the temples. As a married man who was very much respected in the community, Keith Robinson had never made the slightest advance toward Erika and she couldn't understand why he'd been in her obscene dream.

Realizing that she had to get the kids off to school, the woman slowly got out of bed, her thoughts still filled with the memory of Keith Robinson's big fat cock throbbing hotly in her hand. Glancing into the full-length mirror, Erika unconsciously studied her naked reflection.

At the age of thirty-five she had an exceptionally nice figure with big firm tits and softly curved hips. Her slim flat tummy led down to the triangle of crisp dark pussy hairs that swirled softly around the wet pinkness of her aroused silt. Glancing up, she surveyed her beautifully ovalled face with its full red mouth and smoldering grey eyes. She wore her dark hair in a short page teen with long bangs that accented the sensuality of her eyes.

Walking sleepily to the bathroom, her thoughts drifted from Keith Robinson to her husband, Alan. The company that Alan worked for had sent him to a technical school for a special six-month course, and not wanting to take the kids out of school, Erika had stayed with them. It had been extremely frustrating for the woman, and she was happy that her husband would be home in a few more weeks.

Even if Erika had wanted to have an affair while her husband was away, it would have been impossible in this small community where everyone knew each other's business.

With her teenaged children in school, Erika had taken the part time job at the drug store to help fill the empty hours. She had also became much more involved with work in the church. The Reverend Paul Martin had been a family friend for years, having married Erika and Alan nineteen years ago, and now with her husband gone, the woman was very active on church committees.

Erika was busy frying eggs when her daughter, Mary Ann, entered the kitchen. The woman's thoughts had been on her dream of Keith Robinson's big throbbing boner when her lovely teenaged daughter walked into the room.

"What's the matter?" Mary Ann giggled when she saw her mother jump.

"God," Erika answered with a silly smile on her face, "You certainly startled me."

"Daydreaming?" the teen asked.

"Soda," her mother blushed, thinking about her employer's big thick dong throbbing in her hand.

Mary Ann had the same pretty face as her mother, except for having blonde hair and blue eyes like her father.

"Where's Bobby?" asked Erika.

"He's brushing his teeth," grinned Mary Ann. "He'll be down in a minute."

No sooner were the words out of her mouth when Mary Ann's brother wandered sleepy-eyed into the room.

"Gee," he sighed. "I'm still tired. I wish I didn't have to go to that dumb school."

"Stop moping and eat," smiled his mother, putting his breakfast down in front of him. "You'll have to hurry or you'll be late."

When the kids left for school, Erika wandered into the living room, which was filled with old clothes. There were piles and boxes of garments that Erika and the other ladies had collected for the church bazaar. Knowing that Reverend Martin would be coming over later in the morning to help her sort out the clothes, Erika was about to go upstairs and dress, but decided to relax with a cigarette break. Sprawling out in an armchair, she inhaled deeply, her thoughts once more on the big cock she'd held in her dream. Wearing nothing but her short dressing gown, Erika parted the front of it, and closing her eyes, slipped the tip of her finger into her itching slit while she took a deep drag on her cigarette.

Those had been long frustrating months since her husband had been gone, and the thought of being fucked by a nice hard cock was driving the lovely woman wild. Panting and moaning in the chair, her finger was plunging wildly in and out of her hot dripping cunt when her delicious solitude was shattered by the sound of the doorbell.

Trembling from the lewd excitement her finger had been giving her, Erika closed the front of her short gown and shakily answered the door.

"Oh, Reverend Martin," she stammered when she saw the preacher standing there. "I didn't expect you so early."

"It's never too early to start the good Lord's work," he smiled, his eyes eagerly taking in the shapely bare thighs beneath Erika's short dressing gown.

During his yearn as pastor, the lascivious preacher had bedded several ladies of his flock, but none as fair as Erika Porter. The man had secretly lusted over Erika ever since he'd performed their marriage ceremony many years ago, but the quiet girl had never responded to his subtle advances. Being alone in the house with Erika in her very brief attire started his prick throbbing wildly in his pants.

"Please excuse me while I change," she stammered as the man held to the hand she'd extended to him in greeting.

"That won't be necessary," he smiled, not releasing her. "The good Lord loves his children for what they are, not what they wear."

The man casually seated himself next to Erika on the couch as she tried to pull the short hem down over her bare thighs. Erika couldn't explain it to herself, but she suddenly felt strangely excited to be sitting half naked and alone in her house with the rather handsome pastor. She wondered if a man of the cloth was ever tempted by the flesh.

Erika had been lustily masturbating when the man arrived, and being alone in the house with him didn't lessen her excitation. The beautiful woman had never dreamed of being unfaithful to her husband, but right now she had a wild desire to reach down and grasp the preacher's cock. The memory of holding her boss' big throbbing dick in her dream was still very vivid to her, adding five to the wanton lust that was smoldering in her hot dripping cunt.

Unable to control a wild impulse to test the minister's moral convictions, Erika smiled up at him through her smoky eyes as she subtly pressed her bare thigh against his leg. Without a moment's hesitation, the older man looped his arm around her soft slim waist, pulling her body up against his while his mouth covered her soft moist lips. Almost before Erika knew what was happening, the pastor's tongue was making its way into her mouth. Sliding his hand down and grasping her soft pliant ass-cheeks, he drew her quivering belly up tightly against the throbbing lump in his pants.

The woman had only pressed her thigh against him to test the preacher's morals, and had not intended anything to go beyond that point, but to her dismay, she suddenly had no will to resist. She realized that her obscene dream had stimulated her to this intense state of arousal and it could only be quenched by a big hard cock.