Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

Fawn felt his tasty cock swelling and jerking harder as she held it between her soft lips. She was tongue-lashing his frenzied prick, using that pink tongue of hers as sensuously as she could. Her tongue raced up and down from his leaking piss-slit down to his balls before she sucked him back into her mouth. For the first time, she felt a man's prick-head brushing at the back of her throat. Like Angelica had said, the blonde teenager could do a deep-throat if she got hot enough. Fawn was hot enough. She opened wide. She pressed on. His cock slipped in deeper. She groaned.

"Ooooh, God!" the preacher groaned.

"Yes, baby!" Angelica cooed. "Give in, Robert! It'll feel so nice! Come in the little girl's mouth!"

Reverend Stewart wanted to grab the back of the teenager's head as he felt his orgasm getting closer. He couldn't. Not with the entire church full of people looking up at they listened to the choir. If it wasn't for the elder and his wife blocking their view, his lust-filled face would have given him away by now. His cock jerked in Fawn's mouth as he shoved it forward again. She was moaning louder as she sucked him off.

"He's gonna come, Fawn!" Angelica whispered as she saw his eyes rolling up in his head. "I can see it in his eyes! He's right on the edge!"

Using all of her experience, plus what the preacher's wife had told her about sucking cock, Fawn went for the fantastic finish. She rolled her tongue on the inch or so just under his piss slit, urging him on with her hands on his tightening balls. Sucking harder, she felt his cock jerk. The tube running through the center of the tasty hunk of cock-meat was trembling as she ran her tongue up and down over it. This was it. She tasted the first drop of his cum. Moving in perfect time with his orgasm, she deep-throated his cock once more. His spurting flow splashed over her tongue.

With a grunting cry, he came in a huge rush. "Uuuuuugggh!" he grunted, his head down in his hand as if he was praying. "Ooooooh! Ooooh! Oooooooh!"

The hot cum-juice raced out of his piss-slit and splashed into little Fawn's mouth. Her own orgasm was making her groan around her mouthful of hot cock as she got him off. She swallowed. He just kept coming. The sweet young girl thought she was going to die. Her throat worked to clutch the slimy load of jism, taking the thick rich cum as quickly as he could shoot the creamy shit over her lapping tongue. She clung to the older man, her shuddering against his legs showing him how much she was getting out of the naughty blowjob.

Looking down as his hot load blasted into Fawn's mouth, Reverend Stewart saw a sight he thought he would never see. The young girl's cheeks were bulging with jism, a trickle dribbling down from the corners as she tried to take it all. She gobbled up his cum as fast as he pumped it into her mouth, shivering against his legs in total ecstasy. His boiling cum-load went on and on and on. Not fucking his wife had been a problem for both of them. He hadn't come in almost two weeks. He had so much built-up cum in his balls that they ached.

Nothing had ever felt as wonderful as this blowjob. The preacher leaned heavily on the podium. His entire world right now was the sweet feel of her mouth sucking on his bursting boner.

Slumping in a heap under the podium, Fawn was totally spent. She smiled weakly at her preacher, very happy to have pleased him so much. His answering grin told her that everything was going to be okay.

"Zip up, Robert," Angelica whispered as she helped steady him through the aftershocks of the blowjob. "I think the trouble with the microphone is about to be fixed. You're on in about ten seconds."

"Jesus, Angel," he answered her in a low voice. "Now what am I going to do?"

"If you can't beat us, then you better join in with the fun, don't you think?"

The service was finally over. For the first time since way back when he started preaching, Robert didn't have his mind on the sermon. He got through it, but with none of his usual vigor. The preacher could still feel the wonderful sensation of the little girl's lips on his spurting cock as he filled her mouth with his cum. Shaking the last hand in the long line as the building emptied, he looked into the eyes of his wife as she stood at his side.

"Nice sermon, Preacher," Angelica teased. "Think you're up to giving your wife a little private ministry?"

"Angelica…"

"No, honey," she cooed. "I'm Angel when no one else is around from now on. Remember? You saw the real me before church today. Come with me, Preacher."

Taking the man's hand, the luscious young woman led him quickly back to their house, and into the bedroom. She stripped off her dress, showing the startled man her totally naked body.

"This is me," she whispered. "The real me. Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I-I do," he stammered.

"Then why doesn't your cock get hard when I'm around?" She knelt in front of the preacher.

"I, uhhh…"

"It was all hard for little Fawn," she went on. "Should I go and get her? Would you like to have her for a wife instead of me, Reverend Stewart?"

"No, Angelica! You've got me so confused, I don't know what's happening to me."

"Show me," she urged, brazenly crawling closer to him. "Show me that you still love me, Robert."

It took her only a few seconds of begging and helping to get her husband naked. His cock was rock-hard again, his prick bobbing up and down.

Angelica squeezed his cock. She leaned over, kissing the swollen head as she looked up into the eyes of her husband. She could taste the dried cum from the earlier blowjob.

"Prove it to me!" she moaned again. "I do love you!" he sobbed. "Prove it!" she groaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Robert!"

"I will!" he snarled. "I'll fuck you!" She melted, feeling his strong arms as he picked her up and crushed her naked frame to his. Her tongue found his parting lips as her big soft tits pressed into his hairy chest.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned as she broke the fiery french kiss. "I want you to really prove it, darling. I want you to do something special for me."

"What?"

"Fuck me."

"I will."

"Fuck me up my ass."

"Ooooh, my God!" he gasped. "Yes, baby!" she cooed. Twisting from his embrace, she rolled over and leaned over the bed. Her stiff-legged stance was thrusting her creamy ass up toward him defiantly. She reached around with one hand and cupped one cheek of her ass. She stretched apart her asscheeks, exposing the puckered brown circle of her shitter for the man she loved.

"Jesus!" he gasped.

The view that Angelica was giving him was awesome for a man not used to this sort of lewd behavior. He saw his wife's puckered asshole. The soft curls of her pussy-hair rose up from underneath the naughty-looking brownie. Her fingertips circled the edges of her asshole.

"I want to have you up my ass, baby," she said, her soft voice carrying a hint of fearful quiver. "I want you to fuck my asshole. Right up inside my tight little asshole, Robert. Fuck me like you never did, before."

"God, Angelica!"

"Let's make a new staff, darling," she cooed, looking back over her shoulder into his startled eyes. "Pretend that this is our first time. I'm a virgin in the ass. Break me, Preacher. Break in my tight little shitter like you did my hot pussy!"

"Oooooh, little one!" he whispered, seeing the love in her eyes as she bared her soul to him. "I'd like that, Angelica. I'd like to have you love me again."

"Me, too!" she squealed.

Robert caressed her trembling ass.

She fell forward on the bed, her big tits pushing into the bedspread. Her hands spread both cheeks of her ass, giving him a look at her wet pussy and creamy tight asshole.

"Look at me, Robert!" she whined.

"It's beautiful!"