Scott Sellers - Mother in heat

"Oh, praise the fucking lord, keep sucking my cock!" the minister shouted. "Work, on it! Yeaaahhh!"

Roxanne Fildert reached up to grab the thick base of Reverend Eugene's prick with both hands. She slowly slid her slurping lips up along his pulsating cock-shaft, revealing the network of rope-like veins that encircled his giant prick. Holding the minister's ruby-red cock-head just inside her hot slavering mouth, she nicked the sensitive skin under his bloated cock-tip with her teeth. For good measure, Roxanne licked the steamy strands of oozing pre-cum right out of his piss-slit with her practiced tongue. With a resounding pop, she released his plum-like dick-head from her warm moist mouth.

"Hold it down!" Roxanne said. "My whole family will hear you."

"Never mind that, my child. Just keep sucking. Yes, suck the life out of me, woman!"

Roxanne pushed back the minister's robes which had slipped down over its madly throbbing cock and balls. Grabbing his hot prick in her hand, she jacked it slowly up and down, grinding the heel of her hand into his hairy wrinkled ball-sac on the downstroke. Syrupy strings of spittle and pre-cum dangled from the edges of her hand, dripping onto his thighs and across the rectory floor.

As she studied the gooey wetness that glistened all over Reverend Eugene's long hard cock, Roxanne listened to the soft mournful organ music that droned from inside the church next door. She could also hear occasional sobbing and the low monotones of the people paying their last respects to her husband Bill.

But Roxanne felt calm and safe here in the minister's offices. She felt removed – at least for the moment – from the grief, and the sorrow that permeated the atmosphere outside. Chuckling when she heard the organist play the wrong chord, Roxanne eagerly returned to the task at hand – the Reverend's blow-job.

"Oh, God, make me come! Please, suck my dick, woman!" the minister moaned. He frantically thrust his hips, begging the bereaved wife to continue with her exquisite blow-job. "Do it! Ohhhhh, yeahhhh do it!"

Roxanne inched up closer on her knees and grabbed Reverend Eugene's hairy white thighs, digging her red fingernails into his quivering flesh. He gripped the armrests of his chair tighter and howled with sexual abandon. Roxanne could practically see each rush of fresh blood pumped through his pulsating cock. His shiny red cock-tip danced before her wide-open eyes. She licked her lips slow, drooling with expectation, her trailing lines of hot saliva matching the sticky ribbons of pre-cum that flowed fun his cock-head.

"Now, suck out my cum! Suck out every drop of my life-giving cum!" pleaded the preacher. "Swallow it deep and celebrate, woman! Celebrate life! Ohhhh, aaarrrggghhhh!"

Roxanne closed her eyes and enjoyed the flashes of warmth that rushed across her lips when she bent down to brush across the velvety hot tip of his prick. Hot drops of pre-cum sizzled onto her chin. Oh, this is so good, she thought to herself. She remembered how Bill always wanted her to suck his beautiful cock – and she always said no. If only she would have known how wonderful it could be, sucking a juicy hot prick, she lamented. Oh, if only, if only…

But she had spent too much time crying over the past. And she had spent too much time thinking about the things she should have done while her husband was still alive. Yes, the Reverend was right. She should appreciate life! She should try and enjoy everything life had to offer her and her family. And that would be the best way to memorialize her dear departed husband.

Roxanne opened her mouth wide, straining her jaws to insure she was able to take in all of the minister's flaming-hot dick. He moaned ecstatically as she closed her wet lips around his smooth cock-tip, swirling her tongue around feverishly. Yes, this was Bill's dick she was sucking! Of course, she was doing this for Bill! Oh, this was fantastic, she thought. It was divine! She was going to give this frantic man the best suck-job she could – to make up for all those times she refused to heed Bill's desperate urges.

Life! Yes, Reverend Eugene was right. She was going to suck and slurp for all she was worth. It seemed so simple, this sucking celebration, she thought. So simple and so good! This is for you, Bill, she thought, saying a prayer just before sliding her frothing mouth down along the surging length of the minister's jerking prick-shaft.

"Aaaaaahhhhh, that's it, lady," he sighed. "Now, do it faster!"

Roxanne arched her throat at the right angle, taking his cock-head deep into the back of her blisteringly hot throat. She clamped her lips down tight, savoring the blissful sensations of his hot blood pumping into his thick prick-veins. Raking her sharp fingernails across his hairy inner thighs she brought her hands up to cup his taut ball-sac. She gently kneaded his tender balls, treating them like fragile eggs in a velvet pouch. Hot streams of pre-cum and spittle flowed down the shaft of the minister's cock, and Roxanne wasted no time working that sticky steamy mixture of sex-fluids into the whorled, wrinkled skin of his nut-sac. Soon, the furious slurping of her mouth was matched by the loud squishy sound of her squeezing fingers.

But Reverend Eugene wasn't the only one wallowing in the grips of a frenzied fuck-session. Roxanne, too, began creaming uncontrollably. Her cunt was heated up to the boiling point and pussy juice was flowing out between her legs steadily. Each time she bobbed down to take in the hill length of the minister's rock-hard dick, she felt a wave of blazing lust shoot all the way from the back of her throat straight into her dripping pussy channel. Her clit vibrated and itched so greatly, Roxanne was forced to rub her wet thighs together, trying to satisfy he growing urges.

"Mmmmmmphhhfff! Aaaaaphhhfff!" she grunted. The sucking widow desperately moaned her pleasure into the Reverend's swollen cock. The vibrations of her impassioned grunting thrilled him to the root of his gigantic cock. Sic could feel his cum beginning to surge and boil in his oversize balls.

Roxanne worked faster and faster, struggling to keep her mouth gripped tightly to his slippery prick as the Reverend bucked his hips up off the chair, trying to fuck her throat as deep as possible. She reached around and grabbed his clenching asscheeks for support, holding her face close to his sopping groin. Her nose was thrust into the soaked and matted bush of his cock-hairs, and each time she fought to take a breath of air, fuck-juices bubbled around her lips and nostrils.

The musky, spicy scent of his jism was causing her cunt to gush even more. It wasn't long before she was kneeling in hot sticky pussy-sauces which had run down her quivering thighs. Fuck-juices were also streaming down across her chin and along her throat where they flowed into the hidden space between her huge jiggling tits. Soon, her black dress was spotted with big circles of mucousy fuck-slime that caused the shiny material to appear purple.

Oh, she felt so good! To be wallowing in total frantic abandon seemed so right. This was it, she realized. To give yourself totally to your urges was the highest form of expression one could achieve. Oh, if only Bill could be here to share in this experience! But she understood that she would have to forget the past, for both her sake and for her family's sake. They might remember Bill in spirit, but it was their future they had to deal with. And it would be so easy – and wonderful – to deal with that future, she realized, if only they could learn to rejoice in life, and appreciate their abilities to give and receive pleasure.

Oh, the Reverend was such a good man! She sucked harder and harder, trying to prove to him just how well she understood his comforting philosophy. Of course she would suck the life out of him, and swallow it greedily – such a perfect communion!