Bob Wallace - Wife hot to trot

She clutched the back of the pew, her face filled with passion. "I'm so close, Jim. So fuckin' close!"

She swayed, screamed, her body stiffening. "Ahhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her voice pierced the air as Jim's cock pierced her pussy. Her orgasm exploded deep in her cunt and spread quickly, enveloping her in its sizzling heat. "I'm creaming, Jim. Creaming your fuckin' cock!"

"I feel it, Leah!" Jim bellowed as her cunt grew hotter and the pulsing muscles more demanding. He slammed up, fucking her exploding cunt with his cock, watching as she twisted and churned above him. "Unnn, Leah. Cream! Cream!"

"I am!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming all over your prick!" She soared higher, orgasms bombarding her pussy, one after the other. "Oooo, Jim! Cum! Cream my pussy! Make me happy!" She twisted her hips, grinding and jerking, her body craving the hot load churning in Jim's balls.

Unable to hold back, Jim lunged up. His balls erupted, a river of thick jism blasting out of his cock. Jizz splashed deep in the steamy depths of Leah's pussy. "I'm cumming!" he roared, his voice drowning out her screams. "I'm cumming!" Another thick stringy load of jizz spurted into her writhing body.

Leah felt the heavenly squirts of Jim's fabulous cum. It triggered another orgasm in her body and she went berserk. "I feel your cum, Jim!" she screamed. "I feel it inside me! Ooooo!"

Jim's prick erupted again, spewing wad after wad of lumpy cum into her sizzling pussy. Spunk oozed from her cunt hole, drooled down his balls, and formed a puddle on the wooden pew. He jerked up, creaming her cunt again, his hands ripping at her tits. "Ahhhh, Leah. I'm blowing my fuckin' nuts."

Wave after wave of fabulous orgasms whipped through Leah's cock-stuffed climaxing pussy. A shudder shot through her bouncing body. She clutched the back of the pew, her knuckles white as she jerked frantically, almost toppling off as the fury of her orgasm made her drunk with lust.

Jim fucked his cock into her pussy, his balls churning out cum with each jab.

"Unnn," he groaned, her pussy pulling on his prick, squeezing him dry. "Unnn, Leah!"

He jerked up, his ass coming off the pew. The violence of the lunge almost threw her off his cock. He grabbed her hips, held her, his balls blasting their final load.

"Ooooo, Jim," she panted, twirling in bliss her orgasms began to leave her body.

"Ooooo!" She twitched on his lap, her cunt still milking his cockshaft.

Jim jabbed one last time, grunted, then stopped. "I haven't been fucked like that in years," he gasped, holding her still on his spent prick.

She leaned forward, wiggled her hips. "Oooo, for a minister, you sure know how to fuck a woman." She eased off, plopped on the pew, her legs spread, her pussy oozing with cum.

Jim pulled himself to his feet, stared at her. "Now, that's the way I'd like to see you while I'm preaching my sermon."

Leah giggled, grabbed his prick and licked his cock clean. "I don't think the others would appreciate it." She pulled herself up and, went into his arms. "I hope you don't feel guilty."

"Hell, no," he said, "It was great. Helen only likes to fuck in bed, with me on top. No imagination."

"Sounds like she should be the minister." She giggled, then fondled his balls. "We'd better get dressed before someone wanders in and catches us."

Five minutes later, both dressed, smiles on their faces, Reverend Moss and Leah walked out of the church.

Leah came out of the shower and slipped into a pair of terry shorts and top, the material clinging to her wet lush body. "Damn," she muttered, angry that Craig had not waited in bed while she had been in the shower. "The bastard." She was still horny and anxious to be fucked again.

She stormed down the stairs, hoping he was still around. She craved another fuck. Reverend Moss had been great, but she wanted more.

"Fuckin' bastard," she mumbled, wandering into the kitchen. In her anger, she threw an ashtray through the screen on the kitchen door. It crashed on the back porch. She spun around, looking for something else to throw, her anger and passion boiling inside her.

"Is there something wrong?" a voice called.

Leah turned to the voice and saw Billy, the neighbor boy, standing on her porch.

"C'mon in, Billy," she said. "Nothing's the matter." She brought her rage under control and saw in the young boy a way to satisfy her lust.

Billy came in, stopped, his wide eyes popping as he leered hotly at Leah. A tremor shot through his balls, and his palms itched. He stood there, unable to tear his eyes away.

Leah shivered with delight. She had seen him ogling her in church every Sunday. Turning the good-looking boy on would be a snap.

"You're staring," she purred, glancing down at her tits. She giggled: "I guess I should have dried before putting on my clothes."

Billy gulped, his prick growing in his pants. His cheeks were flushed, but he continued to leer. "I don't mind at all," he said, his voice raspy. "You look fantastic."

Leah walked toward him, her tits bouncing, her crotch already oozing with warm cunt juice. "You shouldn't look at me like that. It gets me hot."

Billy moaned, even though he knew she was teasing him. He could see her swollen nipples outlined beneath her top. It was almost as if she were naked. Naked, he knew, was the way he wanted to see her.

"You're getting me hot," she cooed. She touched his cheek. "You get all the girls hot when you look at them?"

Billy moaned, wanting to grab her in his arms. "If I do, they've never told me," he said huskily, gulping back the lump in his throat.

"Maybe they've told you, and you're missing it." She licked her lips and stared into his face. "You look like you wanna kiss me."

"I do," he admitted, his breathing raspy, his cock aching in his pants. "I think about it all the time."

"Then do it, Billy," she purred, bringing her mouth to his. She snaked her tongue between his lips and explored his mouth.

"Unnnn," Billy moaned, his arms going around her. He held her tightly, sucking wildly on her invading tongue as his hands roamed up and down her sides.

"Good, Billy," she gasped, pulling her mouth away from his. "Your kiss really has me hot now." She glanced down at his pants and saw the bulge of his cock. "Oooo, I think I got you hot too."

Billy's face turned beet-red. "I can't help it," he mumbled. "It always happens when I look at you."

Leah brought her hand to his crotch, pressed it against his bulge. "Oooo, it's so hard!" She squeezed and felt his cock throb. "I really turn you on, huh?"

"Yeah," he moaned, his balls rumbling. What she was doing to him was driving him crazy. His hips jerked and he groaned again.

"Can I see your cock, Billy?" she asked, fumbling with his zipper before he could speak. She pulled his zipper down and groped inside his pants, pulling his prick out.

She stroked his cock.

"You got one gorgeous cock," she told him. "Unnnnn, Mrs. Trent," he groaned. He fucked his cock through her shifting fist, his balls rumbling, ready to explode.

Leah sensed the boy's problem and quickly released his cock.

"I don't want you creaming yet, Billy," she sighed. She stared at his long cock, her pussy tingling.

"Take off your clothes." It was a weak frenzied request from the boy.

"Sure, Billy," she cooed, "it'll be my pleasure." She stepped back, lifted her top, baring her melon-shaped tits to the gawking teenager. She tossed the top on the table, jiggled her ripe tits. "You like them?" Her hands cupped the fleshy meat of her tits, the swollen nipples pointed at Billy.

"OOO, yeah," he groaned. Her tits were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He felt his cock swell and prayed he didn't cream.

"Touch them, Billy," she panted. "Play with them. It'll make me cream my shorts."