J Watson - Hot country wife

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. She hunched forward and took his long thick cock very easily into her wet cunt. She groaned as she felt his knob go deep into her cunt.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. "That's nice. Nice!"

She tightened her legs as he began to fuck her. She had to admit one thing about the reverend. He had a good rhythm. He could use that big cock once she got him started.

"You sweet cunt," he groaned. "Sweet cunt, that feels so good. That feels good!"

She felt his big cock spreading her cunt walls each time he stabbed into her. She rubbed her big tits a little harder against his chest and it excited him a little more. She felt the powerful blows of his balls against her cunt as he drove into her.

"Sweet cunt," he groaned. "God, I love your cunt. I love your sweet cunt!"

"You don't think it's wrong any more?" Judy gasped.

"God, no," he groaned. "God, no, it feels too good to be wrong. It couldn't be wrong!"

His cock made wet sounds as he fucked her. The sounds drove Judy crazy. She wanted to wait longer, but she could feel the hungry fire in her cunt.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me good and hard!"

She tried to buck him off the desk as the first pleasure spasm shook her body.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Coming! Your hard cock feels so good. So good! I'm coming. COMING!"

She writhed like a wild woman as she soaked his cock with her juices. Almost immediately she could feel his cock swelling up, filling the insides of her cunt, then the first drops of his jism spurting into her.

"You bitch!" he cried. "You wild and wicked bitch! You whore! You've made me come! You make me crazy. YOU BITCH!"

She wrapped her legs a little higher around his back as he began to explode into her cunt. She liked the hot feeling of his cum-juice filling her. She kept moving underneath him until she had drained him completely dry. She had a smile of satisfaction on her face when he finally pulled his cock out of her cunt. This time the reverend wouldn't be able to explain things away. He had loved her cunt and her mouth. He was hers. Any time she wanted him! And she was getting to the point where she needed cock all the time.

Pretty blonde Gail Martin came to church to find Buddy. She hadn't seen him in a couple of days and she was beginning to worry. She had thought he would be coming back like a dog with his tongue hanging out. She had believed he had enjoyed fucking her. Instead she hadn't seen him since the night he had ripped open her cherry cunt.

She was worried and she'd asked about him that day at school. One of her friends had told her that some of the boys were working after school at the church. They had been working for Mr. Davis trying to get the new building finished, and to pick up some extra spending money. Gail thought that this was the perfect chance to get Buddy alone and talk to him.

She had slipped out after supper. It was late by the time she reached the church. The parking lot was empty. She thought the place was deserted and turned to leave. Then she heard the soft sounds coming from inside the new building. She crept closer and she recognized the sounds.

Someone was crying. It sounded like a man. She stepped into the new building and saw Buford Davis sitting in a chair. He had his head buried in his hands and he was crying like a little child. Gail walked a little closer and he looked up.

"What's the matter, Mr. Davis?" Gail asked.

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing. What are you doing here?"

"I just came by," she said. "I heard you crying. I thought that I could help."

"No," he said. "Nobody could help."

He buried his face in his hands again. This time he wasn't crying but he was strangely quiet. Gail walked close enough to touch his shoulder. It hurt her to see this big handsome man acting this way. She had admired him from the time she was a little girl. In fact, he was a lot like Buddy. Buddy might have grown up to be a man like Buford, except that Buddy would never have the character.

Buford looked up at her. She knew he was noticing the way her sweater and skirt hugged her round curves a little too tightly. She knew he could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her small firm breasts pushed obviously at the front of her sweater. For some reason Gail felt her nipples growing hard and she knew he could see that also.

"You could talk to me," Gail said. "Maybe I already know part of what's bothering you."

"How could you know?" he asked.

Gail did know, but she didn't know how she could talk about it. How could she tell him that she knew his wife was fucking around, or that she'd found it out from her boyfriend?

"I told you," Gail said. "I'm older than I look. A man doesn't cry unless someone's hurt him very badly. I think the only one who could hurt you that badly would be your wife."

Gail saw his surprised look. He looted at her a little more closely. This time his eyes lingered on the points of her breasts pushing at her sweater. Gail felt a shiver go up her spine. She had liked what Buddy had done to her and she suddenly wondered what it would be like fucking a man. A real man like Buford.

She wondered if she could take his big cock. If his cock was bigger than Buddy's she might get torn in half. It would be interesting to see it.

"Tell me about it," Gail insisted.

"You're right," Buford said. "I don't know why I'm telling you, but I've got to talk to someone. It's my wife. I found out she's been playing around."

"Really?" Gail asked.

"Yes," Buford answered. "I was told this evening. The man she's been fucking told me. It was breaking his heart. He said she seduced him, I didn't believe him. I think I broke his nose."

"Who was it?" Gail asked.

"Reverend Whitehead," Buford answered.

Gail felt a wicked thrill. Reverend Whitehead! God, Mrs. Davis got around. She seemed to pick on young and old. First Buddy and then old Reverend Whitehead. Gail wondered how Mrs. Davis had managed to get him into bed. He had always looked so proud and stuffy when he was preaching his sermons. Gail had always thought that the man would have died if he'd seen a naked tit. But Mrs. Davis had fucked him. He'd actually put his cock in her cunt. Gail shut her eyes. She felt suddenly weak as she imagined Reverend Whitehead and Mrs. Davis together.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Buford said.

"Maybe you should pay them beck," she suggested.

"How?"

"Maybe you should fuck around too," Gail said.

Gail was feeling bold as she made the suggestion to Buford. She was realizing how much she had always liked this attractive man. It hadn't been sex before. She had just liked hit personality and the way he could make things with his hands. Now she felt a raw animal urge toward him. She wanted him on top of her. She wanted to feel his cock in her cunt.

"Ha! Who'd want to fuck around with an old man like me?"

"You're not so old. And you're a very attractive man. I think lots of women would like to fuck around with you. All you have to do is ask."

"Who would I ask? Who would you suggest?"

"You could ask me," Gail said.

Buford looked up at the innocent-looking young girl. He wasn't shocked. Noting could shock him any more. He could feel a heaviness in his balls as he looked at her lush body. Yes, he could ask her. A girl like Gail would make him feel young again.

"You look so young," Buford said. "I don't think you could know much about fucking."

"I'm not that young."

Gail could feel her heart pounding as she moved even closer to Buford. She let her big breasts press snugly against his shoulders. She felt him tense up and she knew she was making him hot. She rubbed her fingers along his cheek.

"You are a nice-looking man."