Brad Harris - The preacher_s wife

"You'd probably better get dressed," Craig finally told her. "Your friend ought to be finished in the other room any time now."

The men watched her as she got her clothes and slipped back into them. She looked at herself in the mirror and shuddered. Her hair was awful. She looked like she had just finished a night of fucking.

Maggie began laughing at herself. How the hell did she expect to look?

Craig walked her to the door. As he held it open he took her hand.

"Honey, you were the greatest. If we're ever up this way again, we'll sure look you up."

She walked to the car dazed, clutching some sort of business card.

Mary Alice was amazed at the two hundred-dollar bills. Maggie looked back at the motel rooms, then began to laugh with her friend.

"As long as all you want is a little fucking," the brunette told her, "why not pick up a little extra spending money on the side?"

"They thought…" Maggie gasped.

"They thought," Mary Alice assured her. "I'll bet they think they can buy tail as nice as yours another time. No chance."

Hal Painter looked up at the lovely red-head who bounced above him.

Maggie had her head back. Her tits thrust passionately against his adoring hands. Her ass shook with delirium as she rode his hard and driving pecker.

"Oooooeeeee!" she squealed as she bounced on his prick. "Oooooh! I like it! I love it! I adore it! I never thought it would happen! Fuck me, Hal! Fuck me! Keep me flying like this! Oooooooh!"

Hal never thought it would happen either. He had resisted the temptations of countless hot young coeds who had set out to taste his cock. He didn't have affairs with students. He never had seen a student he really cared to fuck. Until Maggie walked into class that first day.

His cock had trembled at the first sight of her. He had fought staring at those enticing tits while he lectured every morning. He had fought the constant impulse to invite her to his apartment. He had fought and fought against the demand for her which throbbed through his body when he saw her or when he thought about her.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she fucked with intensity. "Ohhhh! You have the sweetest cock! Ooooooh!"

He kissed a hard nipple. He sucked her tit and caressed it. She was so full in the tits. They were so full and firm, yet so soft and delicate. He sucked harder on the trembling button. He wanted to devour this lovely woman.

Dr. Painter had fought this desire for her all term. Hell, the broad was married. Worse than that, she was married to a preacher, at least a soon-to-be preacher. He watched her every day as she walked into class, wondering how the hell her husband could let her come back up to college alone. He had resisted the temptation to walk over and lift her in his arms. The girl was horny. There was no doubt. Maggie MacDonald, preacher's wife or not, was one hot little pussy!

She'd sure been hot on this trip. She was sure hot now as she bounced over him, her cunt sliding up and down along the shaft of his overheated prick. Damn, but she was a hell of a fuck! She was better than he ever dreamed. His body still felt the glow of her warm-up. She had him turned into a pool of hot lava before her pussy had slipped down over his screaming cock.

"Let's make this one slow and easy," she had smiled as soon as he climbed in the bed beside her. "Let me take care of you this time."

He saw the deep passion in her eyes as she knelt over him. She began kissing his forehead, her sensuous lips gliding along his temples and cheeks, then over his mouth. She tongued him thoroughly, completely, as her luscious tits brushed about his chest. She kissed him until he was grabbing at her ass, at her tits, at her thighs.

"Slowly," she reminded him. "You're so good I want to take my time and taste all of you. Mmmmmm!"

He felt a thousand, a million, tiny sparks of delight as her teeth softly worked his skin along his shoulders.

"Ohhhhh!" he moaned in exquisite agony. "Ohhhhh, you are a wonder! You are a marvel! I've never been worked up like this! Damn, you're a sexy broad!"

"I've been waiting all term for the chance to do this," she murmured. "I've been sitting in class aching to get you in my clutches. I've sat there and planned how I'd kiss you and eat you until you were screaming to get my pussy."

His body glowed. She'd caught each nipple in her mouth and sucked it, then released to nibble around it. He had been twisting and throbbing by the time she worked her way across his stomach and stirred his cock to shimmering excitement. She ignored the rigid, pulsing cock as she moved her mouth along his waist and over his hips. She turned him slightly and snuggled her face against his ass.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Ooooooh, you taste as good as I imagined. You taste fantastic."

Her tits rubbed along his leg as she worked downward. She had his legs stinging with wild joy as she nibbled all the way down to his feet, even to his toes, then started her way back up.

"Ooooooh, God!" he panted as she moved along the inside of her leg. "My God, woman! How much do you expect me to take?"

"All of it," she purred. "I expect you to take all the love I can give you. I want you to take all I have to offer. I want to get you so wild that you'll fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. I want you so maddened by me that we can forget the damn workshop. Mmmmmmm, I love working you up!"

What workshop? Hal had long since forgotten about any real reason for being up here at the resort, any reason other than a weekend fucking Maggie. He had slowly become aware that the redhead was awfully friendly with Wade Williams and the kids in Wade's sex club.

Hal was the only member of the faculty to know of the club, the only one trusted enough to be invited. He'd never attended, but he had a standing invitation. When he saw the way she talked with Wade and Mule and some of the others, he suspected the redhaired beauty had been initiated into their membership.

Damned if he was going to stand by and let those kids get all this good pussy. The professor immediately made the arrangements to get her appointed to attend this workshop with him.

It was the best arrangement he'd ever made. Damn if she wasn't unbelievable in the sack. Her nibbling kisses had left him gasping for air as she worked on his thighs.

She buried her face between his thighs and nibbled her way up about his balls. He could feel the teasing lips and teeth get at his balls, then slowly begin to climb along the length of his angry cock.

"Ooooh!" he panted, his body writhing in agony. "Ohhhh, Lord, what you do to me! Damn, Maggie! I've never had such a charge built up in my life!"

She looked up and smiled. The deep blue eyes were hazy, misty with passion, as they glowed toward him. She licked the head of his cock, then took the knob in her mouth and began to suck it sensuously. She sucked him, toying with his balls.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "I think I have this sweet piece of meat ready for a little pussy. Ooooooh, look at the way it jumps about as it thinks about having a little pussy around it."

She slipped up the bed and brought her body even with his. Her cunt lowered over the pulsing head of his cock. She smiled wistfully at him as she eased herself down over his ecstatic pecker, twisting her ass to make the contact of cunt and cock even more stimulating.

"Uhhhhmmmmmm!" Hal gasped as he felt the walls of her cunt pulsing around his cock. "Uhhhhmmmmm, what a woman! What a hell of a fuck you give! Uhhhmmmmm!"

"The best," she sighed. "You deserve the best. I have to be the best for you. I have to be equal to all that poetry you read about fucking."

He reached for her tits and caressed them as she rode lightly on his cock. He was amazed how light she was. He listened to the soft sound of his prick stirring the juices which flowed along the passage of her pussy. He listened to the soft sound of their thighs rubbing as she pumped herself on his prick. He listened to the low purr of her breathing as she closed her eyes tightly, her face showing the ecstasy of her emotions.