Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

With her best teasing smile, Angelica took the bottom of her dress and raised it up over her hips. The furry junction between her legs came into his view. Backing up a few feet, she scooted her naked ass up on her husband's desk. Not caring that she was about to commit a sin on the same spot where her husband worked on each day's sermon, she fell back and spread her legs.

She wiggled her finger toward him. "Come here."

Quaking in his shoes, the young cameraman did as she asked. He came up close, his eyes locked on the wicked and exciting sight of Sister Angelica's hot pussy.

"Touch it," she whispered.

He reached out. His hands opened her swollen pussy-lips, one finger running up into her hot wetness to circle in the tight tunnel of her cunt. He went to his knees between her open legs.

Angelica remembered what Earl had called it after he licked over her hot wetness – pussy. Brad's fingers entered her most secret spot – pussy. Men called it her pussy.

"Yes," she hissed. "Just like I did for you, baby. Kiss it! Oooooh, yes! Kiss my wet pussy, Brad!"

Kneeling before the half-naked woman, Brad spread her bare thighs even wider apart. He stared at the hairy furrow of passion as she gyrated her ass on the desk-top. He was doing some shivering of his own from the way he felt. The combination of horny thrills and fear of getting caught was mixing into an overwhelming sensation for the young man.

He plunged his stiffened tongue directly into the hotness of her slippery smooth fuck-hole, hearing her lusty squeal.

"Oooooh!"

The sensation of having her hot pussy licked yesterday had spurred Angelica's imagination. She wanted to feel a man's tongue working on her pussy-flesh, and now it was happening.

Young Brad was kissing and sucking and using his tongue like a small prick as he fucked it in and out of her wet cunt. Tingles of wild passion shot up through her senses from the feel of his lips brushing across her erect clit as he wetly sucked at it.

Undulating her wet pussy against his face, the pretty preacher's wife was getting his face all wet with her sweet cunt-juices. It didn't bother Brad. Not one bit. He just dove in deeper, staring at the pink wetness whenever he came up for a breath of air. He had a nice view. She was wide open, the clenching of her inner fuck muscles obvious as the velvety smoothness of her fuck-hole sucked back at his tongue as he plunged it in as far as he could reach.

"Yes!" she hissed. "So good, baby! Lick it! Ooooh, lick my pussy so nice, Brad!"

Angelica was digging her fingers into his shortly cropped hair as Brad eagerly tonguefucked her moist, soft pussy. The delicious juices were flowing into his mouth. Using his tongue in long, teasing swipes from close to her asshole all the way up to her clit, he was bringing squeals of delight from the preacher's wife.

"I love it!" she panted. "God! How I love this! Do it! Do me more, Brad! Don't ever stop?"

Brad had no intention of stopping now. He had her right on the edge, feeling her body quivering as he watched her face. He tongued her long hard clit faster and faster, seeing that his change was making her moan even louder. Knowing that she was really close, he slowed to drive her crazy.

"That's so wonderful!" she moaned.

The big-titted woman panted as his tongue circled slowly around the center of her pussy. He knew exactly where her clit was, and he was stroking the swollen bud with the tip of his moist tongue. It was so wonderful. He seemed to know exactly what to do to keep her right on that awesome wavering spot between coming and needing to feel an orgasm so badly. It was too much. Almost too much for Angelica to take. She felt her hot pussy creaming down over his face, the sweetly scented oils smearing his face as she humped up and down in time with the steady flicking rhythm of his tongue.

Brad thumbed back the cunt flesh from around her clit. His lips dropped down around the sensitive jutting tip of her clit, sucking and rubbing and licking until Angelica thought she was going to pass out from the awesome feelings she was feeling. The tip of his tongue flicked out. He found the perfect spot. Just on the nerve-endings of her sensitive clit-bud. Three or four rapid, hard flicks, and then he sucked hard.

"Coming!" she squealed, fighting back another high-pitched scream. "I'm coming, Brad! Keep sucking my clit baby! Oooooh, God! You're making me come so nice! Ooooh! Ooooh!"

Feeling the beautiful woman going limp on the desk-top, Brad slowly and gently licked her back down to earth. Her hands were now caressing his cheeks. It was almost a minute before she could speak.

Sliding to the floor beside him, Angelica kissed the young man. She tasted her own juices on his lips. Her own pussy-juices. That tangy flavor made her moan softly.

"Mmmmm! You have a gift, Brad. That had to come from heaven. Nothing else could feel so wonderful. I loved it!"

"So did I," he said, his cock still as hard as a rock and throbbing wildly. He was hoping that this sex session wasn't over now that she had come. "Your pussy is sweet."

Angelica pulled the dress over her head. She hadn't worn a bra.

"Wait 'til you feel how tight it is," she said, anxious to feel another man fucking her pussy.

"What are you doing!" he gasped, looking at the big pair of tits that the preacher's wife had just exposed to him.

"Getting ready to let you fuck me," she whispered, guiding his hands to her marvelous tit-mounds.

"Oooooh, my God!"

"You didn't think that I was really going to let you get away without getting you off, did you, Brad?"

"I was beginning to wonder."

"You can stop," she said. "I want to fuck. I want to fuck you, Brother Brad."

"And I want to fuck you, little Sister," he groaned.

As he quickly ripped off his shirt and removed his pants and shoes, Angelica lay down on the thick carpet. She was on her back, her knees raised as she waited for Brad to come to her. She knew that she looked like a slut. She didn't care. She was a slut. A horny, cock-loving slut. She grabbed his thick hard cock as he crawled up over her voluptuous naked body. It was still big. Big and hard.

"I don't know how it's going to fit," she whispered.

"It will," he assured her, bringing his chest down gently to rest on that pair of marvelous tits. "It'll fit. Just take it slow, Angel. Nice and slow and easy."

"Ooooh, baby!" she cooed. "You called me Angel. Yes, I like that, Brad. I want you to fuck me. Fuck your angel with this big beautiful cock of yours! Make her happy!"

Angelica grasped the thick shaft and guided the leaking head of his huge boner into the mouth to her creamy, dripping cunt. She screwed her hips forward, taking about an inch of the massive thickness into her tight hot fuckhole. It lodged there, allowing her to pull her hand away. She wanted it. God, did she want it! She couldn't wait for Brad to fuck her.

He pushed his cock.

She couldn't wait. Humping her hips to excite him, Angelica succeeded in getting him to shove harder into her soaking wet pussy.

"Yes!" she hissed as his boner slithered into her tight fuck-hole. "Stick it in me, baby! Give it to me! Ooooh, God! Let me feel your cock!"

Between their fucking motions, the young couple crammed every inch of his big hard cock up into Angelica's tight pussy. Her cunt muscles stretched and adjusted on each short stroke. In less than twenty seconds, she was wrapped totally around his long stiff hard-on. She had been right. Fucking was heaven.

His next stroke bottomed out deep inside the depths of her soft hot pussy.

"Mmmmm!" Angelica moaned, sucking on the young man's tongue as her face turned up to his.

The young cameraman fucked in harder. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to last. The lewd sight of the preacher's wife on her back was too much for him. Her big soft titties were jiggling against his chest, the force of his fucking making the mounds of creamy white flesh move so seductively. Two hard nipples pressed into his chest as she used her fantastically tight pussy to milk his driving hard-on each time he pulled it out of her silky cunt-hole.