Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

As Brad pushed up on his arms, the change in position placed his hard cock-shaft right on the erect tip of Angelica's clit. She gasped with pleasure, arching her luscious body to rub harder against his cock.

She loved it – the feel of his breathing as he fucked her for the first time, his weight over her, his hands on her body, his cock inside her. It was so much more exciting than fucking her husband. This was living. She never wanted it to end. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. Forever. She could never get enough of fucking.

"Yes!" she hissed. "God, this is so nice, baby! It's so big up inside me! I can feel it jerking as you fuck me!"

Brad let out a lusty growl, starting to pound his prick into the big-titted preacher's wife.

Angelica was right on the edge of coming.

The change in his fuck-movements brought her over that ragged edge and into the wonderland of passion once more. She felt her swaying tits brushing against his chest as he fucked her with powerful strokes, the nipples aching with desire as they brushed against his skin.

"Oooooh!" Brad gasped.

The overwhelming excitement of fucking the preacher's wife had gotten to Brad. He fought off an orgasmic, primitive yell as the load of cum inside his balls burst out. Molten cum sprayed in a massive jet up into Angelica's tight pussy.

"Yes!" she hissed, biting down on her lower lip. "I feel it! Ooooh, baby! I feel your cum shooting up into me! God! Oooooh, God! Yes! Squirt it to me, Brad! Squirt your hot cum in my pussy! Fuck the shit out of me!"

Riding the waves of her orgasm, Angelica worked her hot cunt to take every drop of his cum-load. It must have been a long time for him. He filled her hot pussy to overflowing with his hot juices. Squirt after squirt of the steamy liquid streamed into her silky cunt. The naughty feel of his warm cum dripping down into the crack of her ass made Angelica smile as she looked up into his eyes.

"Yes," she whimpered softly a few lovely minutes later. "You do have a gift."

"Thanks," he panted. "That was really nice, Angel."

"Angel," she whispered as she snuggled with the young cameraman on the floor in her husband's office. "I like that. I like being your angel, Brad. Let's do this again!"

Brad smiled.

"But we better get up," she whispered. "The morning sermon starts pretty soon. We're gonna be late."

"God!" he exclaimed, looking at his watch. "It starts in less than two minutes! We've got to hurry!"

"I don't think Robert would understand us running out with your pants down and my dress up." She giggled. "So we better get dressed, first."

It was quite a sermon for Angelica. She sat in a pool of cum that was dripping steadily into her panties, thinking that her husband would never stop preaching. She wiggled her ass. All she could see as she closed her eyes was Brad's expression as he came. That lovely look of passion. That lovely feel as he shot his jizz up into her willing pussy.

Her mind wasn't on what her husband was saying as he stood a few feet from her and lectured the crowd on morality, but the smile on her face lasted as long as the sermon.

"Sit down," Angelica said with a smile as she opened the front door to her home. "Let me get the paperwork on you two done, and I'll be right with you."

The preacher's wife was escorting another young couple planning a marriage in a few weeks. One of the jobs of the wife of a minister was to act as the counselor for the young people before they were joined in matrimony.

The young couple that sat on her couch today was Reed Martin and Fawn Oliver, the girl he was going to marry. Reed was a handsome young man. He was tall and athletic-looking. Fawn was a tiny, young-looking blonde girl. Angelica knew that the young girl was actually nineteen years old, but she looked many years younger, and she had seen many of the young men of the church coveting the pretty blonde. Even worse, she had seen plenty of older men eyeing the charms of the tiny beauty.

As she went through the usual questions that the elders of the church thought important, the preacher's wife was watching the couple in front of her. Each time something even remotely sexual came up, Fawn blushed and looked over at Reed. The look wouldn't have meant much before, but Angelica recognized what was happening. Reed and Fawn had done it. The young couple hadn't waited for the formal approval of the church. They had already fucked. It was obvious. The horny big-tilted woman could see it in their eyes.

"One thing we'll have to talk about," she said, smiling as she spoke, "is consummating the marriage."

"Yes, Sister Angelica," Fawn answered, trying not to grin as she took a quick look at her fiance.

"Maybe we better split you two up for now," Angelica suggested as she felt her pussy beginning to cream as her mind worked out a plan.

After taking Fawn out on the front porch and explaining what she was going to talk to Reed about, Angelica told the young girl to wait. Angelica gave instructions that she wanted to talk to him alone, and that she was not to be disturbed.

She returned to the good-looking young man. The front door was locked.

"Do you feel as if you are ready to fulfill your duties as a husband?" she asked.

"Yes, Sister."

"I'll bet," she cooed.

"What, Sister Angelica?"

"It's pretty obvious, Reed," she said in a low voice. "You and Fawn won't be needing the beginner's version of the talk on sex. You two have been fucking, haven't you?"

"God!" he gasped, so shocked to hear that word coming from the wife of Reverend Stewart that he missed the point for a few seconds about her knowing that Fawn wasn't a virgin. "How did you know, Sister Angelica?"

"I can tell."

Squirming on the couch beside the handsome youngster, Angelica felt her lust growing desperately. She needed it again, only a short time after she had seduced the young cameraman. Sex was becoming an addiction. The preacher's wife could feel her hot pussy getting all nice and slick for Reed.

"Will Reverend Stewart still marry us?" he asked, suddenly very worried by what might be happening in this innocent-seeming interview.

"He probably wouldn't," she admitted. "But he doesn't have to know anything about it."

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"No," she whispered, scooting closer. "But I might be able to show you a few things that you can do for Fawn. You know. Sort of an advanced counseling."

Fawn waited on the front porch for a few minutes before getting bored. She peeked around the corner to see how her fiance was doing. They were still in the living room. Wanting to listen, Fawn quietly walked toward the bushes at the side of the house. What she heard as she tiptoed to the window was the last few words of the conversation! She knew! Sister Angelica knew! If Reed didn't do something, everyone was going to know all about Fawn not being a virgin. If that happened, she couldn't get married. At least not in the church.

Peeking into the window, Fawn could now see and hear everything that went on in the living room. Sister Angelica and Reed were sitting very close on the couch. As the pretty blonde girl watched, she saw the big-titted woman taking Reed's hands and putting them around her body.

Angelica leaned close, kissing Reed. Fawn could see the wet pinkness of the woman's tongue slipping into his mouth as he shivered from what Angelica was doing with her eager hands.

"Sister!" he hissed.

"Kiss me," whispered the preacher's wife. "How am I going to know if you need lessons if you don't cooperate, Reed? Kiss me like you were kissing Fawn."

The next kiss was a longer one.

The young man slowly came around, his hands tightening around her as his tongue flicked out to search for hers. Angelica relaxed, letting him take charge. His confidence grew. So did that big bulge she could feel under her sweaty palm.