Brad Harris: The preacher_s wife

She felt the flow of blood, the warmth that followed the sudden sharp pain.

He was inside her. He ran the shaft deeper into her pussy letting her feel the pulsing excitement of his pecker against the walls of her cunt.

"There!" he panted. "That takes care of the cherry. Now to let you get over the first pain and fear. Then we'll get the show on the road."

"Loren," she pleaded, "you said you'd just let it slip inside. You promised to take it out before anything could happen. Please, don't go any further. We've already gone further than we should."

He laughed at her. He wasn't about to remove the cock. Now that he was inside her cunt he planned to do what he had always wanted to do. All that sweet talk, all that religious attitude, all that assurance he gave her, it was all just part of his line. He had gotten her cherry.

Now he planned to fuck her completely. She could feel it in the firm thrusts which his cock made in her cunt.

"Too late to stop now," he laughed. "I couldn't stop that old prick if I wanted to. That little pussy feels so good around me, I'm not about to stop. I'm going to fuck the best-looking tail that ever walked across the Hillcrest campus."

He groped for her tits, caught one and twisted it about in his lust-induced frenzy. His cock thrust powerfully.

As the soreness subsided, her pussy began responding to the sensuous lunges of his prick. Her cunt was beginning to glow. Tiny sparks of delight shot down her thighs and up through her body. Her ass began to hunch against the shimmering shaft of his pecker. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his thighs and rode him as he increased the tempo of his fuck.

"Oooooooh," she moaned. "Oooooh, that's setting me on fire! Fuck me, Loren! Fuck me harder and harder! Ooooooeeeee!"

He dropped a hand to her ass and lifted her slightly. His body began to shudder with the approach of his orgasm. They rolled on the grass, lost in the exploding passions which ripped their bodies. They rolled and writhed, pumping and thrusting, hugging and groping.

Maggie felt her pussy beginning to secrete its sweet cream. She was contracting around his cock as her pussy seemed determined to suck the cum from his steaming prick.

"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhh! I'm about to come! I'm fixing to unload into you!"

"Let me come!" she answered. "Please hurry! I'm already pouring my cum all over you! Let me feel your cock unload in me!"

She shuddered from the force of his orgasm. The stream of cum ignited new thrills in her pussy. She rolled deliriously from the experience of his hot cum spurting into her, crying out her erotic rapture.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ride me, Loren! Fuck me harder! Drive that cock through me! Oooooeeeee! That's the way! Fuck like that! Keep up the fuck till I can't move any longer."

They shuddered together, clutching, grasping, caressing, exploding. Finally Maggie eased Loren off her and cuddled into his arms. He lay beside her trying to regain some regularity in his breathing.

Around them came the sounds of the other couples continuing their sexual experimentation. An occasional plea by a female voice would be followed by the gasping sounds of her submission.

Maggie felt warmth flowing over her body. She had been fucked. She had let herself be fucked. She felt only the slightest twinge of guilt. Mainly she felt guilt only at having no real remorse. She had given up her cherry and enjoyed it, enjoyed the hell out of it.

Had it been only four years?

The remainder of the year sneaking in fucks whenever they could, the marriage that summer, dropping out of Hillcrest to take a job to help finance Loren through Seminary, all of it seemed so long ago.

Maggie MacDonald shivered against the crisp air of early autumn as she looked across the campus.

She was back at Hillcrest to finish her education. She was back to try and get in an additional year while Loren completed his work at the Seminary.

She was back, using the savings accumulated during Loren's clinical year in the field to enroll in the small college once more. Hillcrest had accepted her eagerly.

The dean had, however, been rather curt when he warned her about their major concern. Since she was a married woman, living in the dormitory, they hoped that she would be able to adjust to the rigors of single life.

Maggie was not sure what the man was trying to say, but his eyes kept resting on her tits as they thrust against the tight knit of her sweater. He mumbled on and on about how she would have to be on guard against the men of the student body who might think she needed some available substitute for a husband's services.

"I don't know whether this is going to work out or not," Maggie sighed to herself as she turned away from the scene of her first fuck. The dean had only touched on something Maggie had become aware of the first night away from Loren. In fact, she had felt a peculiar sensation of erotic freedom within hours after arriving on the small campus.

She was back! She was back, not the innocent, inexperienced young virgin of four years ago. She was back as an earthy, sensual woman.

She watched the boys as they walked about the campus, eyeing the female students. She wondered idly what they had to offer, how much cock each of them could provide. The young wife shivered deliciously each time she felt a student looking at her tits or ass or legs. This was going to be a hell of a problem. She'd been back one day and she was already getting horny.

The redhead walked back toward the dormitory. She forced her thoughts to return to Loren. She had to keep thinking about him, and his confidence that she would be true to him. She made herself remember the last night before she left to return to Hillcrest College. He had come in late from a series of lectures. She had been waiting anxiously, wearing her most provocatively tight skirt and sweater.

"I may be studying to be a preacher," he panted as he came in and grabbed her, "but I sure get dirty thoughts when I look at you."

"Just keep it that way!" Maggie ordered as she pressed her tits against his eager face. "Just be sure you don't get too holy for a good toss in the hay."

Loren looked down at the luscious bundle of woman. God, but she was sexy! He smiled at the tits, felt her soft ass. She had a hell of a good set of legs, too. She was by far the best built wife at the Seminary.

He lifted her in his arms and started for the bedroom.

Maggie turned her body toward him, letting her immense tits rub freely against him. She felt the warmth of his fingers on the bare skin of her thighs. She shivered in delight as she anticipated the fuck ahead. Loren might be planning on being a preacher, but she still liked a good raunchy fuck, the raunchier and lustier the better.

He tossed her onto the bed, pausing to look down at the delicious contours of her voluptuous body as he slipped out of his shirt and pants.

Maggie smiled, waiting the appearance of his rigid, trembling cock. She moistened her lips as his cock lunged upward when he dropped his shorts.

Loren got a special kick out of undressing her. She sat up on the bed as he came over beside her. She shuddered at the touch of his hands when he ran them under her sweater and filled them with her pulsing tits.

"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered. "Ohhhhh, I've been waiting all night for this. You talk about being horny. I have to sit at home and wait alone."

Tonight, Maggie was going to get herself fucked. She was going to ride Loren's cock until she exploded in ecstasy.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled sweater and bra upward. The redhead waited for his usual delight at the sight of her naked tits. He smiled and took them in his hands, reverently, adoringly. He leaned down and kissed her areolas before taking a nipple in his mouth and tonguing it.