J Watson - Hot country wife

Judy was up early the next morning. She got Buford off to work quickly. She gave him a chaste kiss at the door, but Judy wasn't thinking about being chaste. She thought she would find an excuse to visit the church that afternoon. It made her hot to think of visiting Reverend Whitehead in his study. Fucking him in the church office would be exciting as hell.

She knew that Reverend Whitehead wouldn't be too happy with the idea. She knew she would have to convince him. She dressed in the sexiest outfit she had. She had a short red dress that was cut almost high enough to reveal her red panties. She wore a tight-fitting sweater and no bra underneath.

She no longer tried to be a good wife. She thought only of the fun she could have and Reverend Whitehead would be part of that fun. He hadn't returned to her as she had thought he would. That meant he wasn't as easy as Judy thought he was.

Judy called a cab to take her to church. She noticed the way the cab driver kept staring at her. She decided to give him a thrill. She let the hem of her skirt slide all the way up to her panties. The sight nearly knocked his eyes out. It made her feel wicked to make him hot.

He stopped in the gravel driveway of the church and took a long look at her.

"Are you sure you want to stop here?" he asked.

"I'm sure," Judy said.

"Couldn't I interest you in maybe going uptown for a couple of drinks?" he asked. "I think you'd enjoy that a lot more."

"Maybe some other time," Judy said.

"You don't know what you're missing."

Judy leaned over and let him get the full effect of her big tits. She knew he could see the points of her nipples pressing snugly against the sweater. She watched him lick his lips. She wasn't trying to be cruel. It was making her hot to tease the man.

"Like I said," Judy promised him. "Some other time."

"I'll be counting on it," the cab driver said.

Judy paid her fare and watched him drive out of the yard. She really did mean it. She was going to call the little cab driver one of these days. Right now she had another man in mind. She wanted to give the preacher such a fucking this time that he would never be able to stay away from her.

Reverend Whitehead was all alone. He was, sitting in his study reading a thick book. He looked up in surprise when she walked through the door. He turned pale when he saw the way she was dressed. Again he was having trouble keeping his eyes off her big tits.

"Mrs. Davis!" Reverend Whitehead said.

"You didn't call me Mrs. Davis last time we met. I thought we were going to see each other again."

"Mrs. Davis," Reverend Whitehead said slowly. "I think you have the wrong idea about me."

"I don't think I do," Judy said.

"I think it would be best to forget what happened the last time we were together," he said.

"I don't think so," Judy said. "I've been thinking about it for a couple of days. I liked it."

"It was wrong."

"Wrong?" Judy asked incredulously. "What's so wrong about fucking? It felt good! Fucking is nice!"

"Please," Reverend Whitehead said in a pained tone. "We are in a church!"

"SO what, Preacher? Are you trying to tell me you can't get hot in church? I think you'd be lying. I think you're hat right now. You can't keep from looking at my tits!"

"You're a married woman."

"I was married when you fucked me before," she said. "That didn't seem to stop you then."

Judy walked to his desk and sat down on the edge. She let her skirt slide up above her thighs. She saw his eyes straying down her long slender legs and then back up to where her skirt barely covered her. He licked his lips just as the cab driver licked his a few minutes before. The good reverend wasn't so much different than the cab driver. They were both horny men.

Judy moved closer and let her bare leg brush against Reverend Whitehead. He blushed a bright red and started trembling. He could no longer fight keeping his hands off her. She felt his strong fingers gripping her thigh. She shivered as he caressed her. She felt good. She knew she had won. There was no way that Reverend Whitehead was going to control himself.

"Do you like my leg?" Judy questioned.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Very much!"

"Why don't you do something?" Judy questioned. "You know how to do more than play with my legs."

"This is wrong."

"You sound like a broken record," she said. "Why don't you quit fighting it?"

Judy slipped off the desk and into his lap. She could feel his hard cock underneath her asscheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth gently. She rubbed her big tits against his chest. She knew he was really hot as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked at it just as if it were another tiny little cock.

"This is wrong," the reverend said again, but his hands strayed down the front of her blouse and closed on her big round tits. She let her head fall back as he caressed her swollen tits. This was how she had known it was going to be. The reverend was too hot-blooded to resist her for long.

"Let me kiss your cock. Wouldn't you like that? Don't you think you'd like me sucking your cock?"

"You wicked woman," Reverend Whitehead groaned.

Judy only laughed. She didn't mind being called wicked. She liked it. She liked the delicious sensation of feeling wicked. She could already feel her cunt juicing up as she sank down on her knees between Reverend Whitehead's legs.

"Have you ever had a woman suck your cock before?" Judy asked.

"Good," she said. "I like the thought of being the first one. It's kind of like you're a virgin."

She lowered her head and pressed her full lips against the rock-hard bulge in his trousers. She felt the heat of his cock right through the material. She caressed the long length of it. He moaned as she gently touched the bloated knob.

"Take it out," he begged.

"What do you want me to do?" Judy asked. "Did you ask me to take it out?"

"Jesus, yes."

"Then you don't think it's wrong any more?" she asked.

"It's still wrong," he groaned, "but I can't fight it any more, I don't want to fight it! I can't fight it!"

She laughed again as she found the zipper on his trousers and pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside. His hard cock was bunched in his shorts, but it took her only seconds to free it. The reddened flesh popped out of the trouser opening.

"Ummmmm," Judy said. "It's even nicer than I remembered."

Judy lowered her head once again. This time she kissed the purplish tip and tasted a smear of cumcream on her tongue. She sighed with pleasure as she took the rubbery cock into her mouth. She kept the knob between her lips and licked it. She bit down gently as she felt him trembling in pleasure. She liked the feeling of power she held. There was something so damned exciting about sucking a man's hard cock. She wondered why she had waited so long to take one into her mouth.

"Oh, Jesus," Reverend Whitehead groaned. "Jesus!"

She took more of his rubbery cock into her mouth. She could feel his cock-head pulsating with excitement against the tap of her mouth. She licked a little harder as she sucked his cock all the way down into the back of her throat. She felt like she had never gotten cock this far into her mouth before.

"So nice," he groaned. "I've never felt anything like this before. Never. So nice!"

She could feel his balls pressing against her chin. His cockmeat was delicious. She never wanted to let it go. She moved her red head back and forth like a dog tearing at a bone. She felt some of his salty cum-juice filling the back of her throat. She quickly swallowed, but not quickly enough to keep from gagging. She released his hard, wet cock and looked down at it.

"Ummmmm," she said. "It looks like some kind of monster. It really makes me hot sucking it!"