Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

The big-titted woman blushed furiously as the construction man opened the top buttons on her dress. She was dressed as the wife of a preacher, but she didn't want them seeing the underwear she had worn today. As the buttons popped free, the lacy bra pushing up her big tits came into view. This was no clothing for a prudish preacher's wife to be wearing.

The woman nearly died from embarrassment at having these strange men seeing her like this. The cool air hitting her bra-covered nipples only made them stand up higher, the dark circles showing though the thin bra. The man in front of her dropped his gaze to her tits. She blushed as he took in her naked beauty.

"God!" he gasped. "Look at these!"

"Please!" she pleaded, not really knowing if she was begging them to stop, or to go on.

"She wants it, Earl," said the man behind her. "Jesus, buddy. I'm not kidding. She really wants it!"

Part of that shame was knowing that they were right. Somehow, they knew of her wicked lusts. No man had ever seen her undressed other than her husband. The idea of being naked in front of these men made her draw in a hissing breath. Her body was betraying her. She felt the mounting passions pooling up inside her tight pussy. Her nearly naked tits shuddered.

The men pulled down her dress, exposing the top half of her body.

Angelica's big firm tits looked like they were going to overflow right out of her bra. As the dress fell farther, the men saw even more of her luscious young body. Her husband would have had a fit. The pretty preacher's wife didn't have on a slip, nor any hose, just a pair of bikini panties.

The dress was down around her ankles.

Fingertips trailed up over her ribs, sending shivers of excitement through her body. Victor's face came down on her neck. His moist tongue licked out across the sensitive spot on the side of her neck.

Angelica groaned. Her soft asscheeks felt something hard pushing against them. He humped his hips. She had to push back against him. She couldn't help it. It felt so good and naughty. Angelica couldn't stop moaning.

"See?" Victor said. "I told you, Earl. She wants it. Look how hot this little bitch is getting."

Earl looked deeply into her eyes. Angelica could tell that he would stop if she just said the word. She wanted to. God, she wanted him to stop, but another part of her mind and body was screaming for the men to throw her down and fuck her. Fuck her like they wanted in their most filthy dreams.

"Take off your bra," Earl said in a low voice, staring right at the trembling young woman.

Moving as if in a daze, Angelica reached up and unhooked the snap between her tit-mounds. As the bra fell open, her tit-globes spilled out like fresh spring snow. The perfectly shaped, creamy white tits were capped with darkly swollen nipples. She shook her shoulders. The bra fell from her shoulders, falling to the floor between the two horny men.

Victor's hands slipped around her again, his rough greedy fingers closing on her soft tits. The silky skin on her luscious tit-mounds quivered as he squeezed and caressed. She made a purring sound, arching her back as he shoved his hard cock against her ass. His pants did nothing to hide the throbbing thickness she could feel.

"Ooooh, my God!" she whispered.

This had to be a dream.

The preacher's wife felt her whole body melting. She was getting all tingly and wet and warm between her legs. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted them to feel her all over. To touch her. To do more. To fuck her.

Earl's hands ran up and down over Angelica's nipples. It was his turn to touch her tits. The rough ridges of his knuckles ran over the dark brown nipples. Her nipples were standing up so obscenely as his fingers worked an her aching tit-flesh. The rubbery buds pressed into his damp palms as she groaned louder.

With her eyes still locked on Earl's, the preacher's wife felt him reaching for her panties. The scrap of shiny material was held together with two bows on her hips. With two quick tugs, she felt them falling.

Now Angelica was naked in front of two strange men.

Earl cupped the furry patch of cunt-hair between this beautiful young woman's legs. His middle finger curled up, running between her swollen outer pussylips. Her cunt was wet and hot and slippery. Wiggling his finger, he found her clit. His finger flicked up and down.

She shuddered, closing her eyes as her entire body stiffened. Her tight cunt creamed more as he played with it, soaking his finger with her cunt-juices. It didn't take her long. A few passes with his stroking digit, and she was gasping with pleasure.

She came. Like a darn bunting, her cunt melted all around his hand in a juicy writhing passion.

"Oooooh, God!" she sobbed.

"Yes, honey," he whispered, leaning down to suck in one of her aching nipples. "That's the way."

Angelica's knees got weak as she lurched through the wildest climax of her young life. Her hand went down; it landed on Earl's waist. Under her damp palm was another bulging mass. His cock was hard, too. Both of these men had cocks that were big and hard because of her. Somehow, that wicked thought excited the young woman even more.

"Did she come?" Victor asked.

Earl didn't need to answer. The look on the young woman's face was answer enough for all of them. She couldn't bide what was happening inside her pussy.

"Please!" she begged, still trying to fight off the two men and her own desires. "Don't do this! I'll give you anything that you want. Just don't do this to me!"

"It isn't what we want," Earl replied. "It's what you want us to do. It's totally up to you."

He shoved Angelica back on the couch. Her naked ass sat on the soft surface as he came up very close to her face. Unzipping his pants, he suddenly dragged out a huge cock. A big, hard, throbbing cock. He jerked up her hand, placing her trembling fingers on his pulsing prick.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Angelica stared at the lewdly hard cock and gasped. She didn't move her hand away from it. The swollen prick was marked with bulging veins that rippled against her fingers as it jerked up and down. The other man was stripping off his clothing, waiting off to one side. Her eyes went back to Earl's cock.

The preacher's wife didn't have much to judge men's private parts on. She had only seen one. Until now, the cock that her fingers were curling around was beautiful. She couldn't stop her hand as it tightened. The feel of his swollen cock thrilled her. As her hand felt his meaty thickness, she felt his prick throb mightily. A bubble of shiny juice appeared at the tip.

Earl ripped off his T-shirt, baring a smooth chest that rippled with muscles. Angelica's heart fluttered.

She nodded her head, then fell back. She had totally surrendered to the young man. He was going to fuck her.

"No!" he suddenly gasped, stopping the frantic young woman as she spread her legs anxiously. "Not yet!"

"Please!" she moaned.

"What?" he asked, smiling down to her. "What do you want me to do, honey? You have to tell me."

"Please! Do it to me!"

"What?"

"Make… love to me."

"Not till you say it right," he insisted. "Not make love. Fuck. Ask me to fuck you."

"Yes!" she hissed, saying the words she had never thought she would say. "Fuck me."

"I'll be happy to," he answered.

Coming down on top of the naked woman, Earl pushed forward. He felt the warm moistness of her slick pussy slowly taking in his meaty prick. He could feel her cunt-lips as they parted. She was so fucking hot. She was going to let him fuck her, but he wanted more.

Angelica spread her legs, and the head of his cock entered her cunt. He gave one wild thrust that penetrated her totally, running balls-deep in her soaking wet fuck-hole. It was like a burning poker running up into her belly, but she loved it.