Brad Harris: The preacher_s wife

Maggie lunged on top of the girl, hands groping and pawing violently. She'd show the teasing brunette. She'd show her not to tease so unmercifully. Maggie was a mass of devouring hands and lips as she worked at the delighted girl beneath her.

"Ohhhh!" Mary Alice gasped. "If the thought of Harold gets you this horny, then think about him all the time. Don't ever think again about that husband of yours. You're a hell of a lot better this way!"

The brunette continued to tease as Maggie assaulted her. By the time they were through, the slender girl had hickies in three separate places on her shoulders and neck. Her tits were deep red from the mauling. Her thighs were aching, her asshole sore as hell. The plastic cock had ripped away at her tender pussy until Maggie finally brought herself under control.

She looked over the panting, bruised body beside her and began to apologize. Mary Alice reached up and shushed Maggie's lips.

"No apologies," Mary Alice commanded. "I won't listen. That was a hell of a screw. Know what I imagined while you were doing it to me? I felt like I was taking on the whole damn football team. It was marvelous, Maggie, just marvelous. I felt them all lining up and taking turns ramming their big, beautiful cocks into me. Oooooh, that was fantastic! So why should you feel tight because you have hot pants for Dr. Painter. Shit! I've got a panting pussy for any prick that walks by."

Maggie shook her head in amazement. Mary Alice seemed so frail and delicate, yet she liked her fucking rough and tumble. Mary Alice was too horny, too cock-starved. If something didn't happen, the sexy brunette would get them both in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Two loud whistles split the air as the young redhead walked briskly toward the dorm. The boys lounging on the steps of the library watched the way Maggie's tits thrust proudly against her sweater, the dazzling display of thigh as the short skirt whipped about in the breeze, the dramatic curve of her gorgeous ass.

"Man!" one of the campus studs gasped. "Can't you imagine fucking some of that!"

"Dream about it every night," one of his friends agreed. "God, what I wouldn't give to be able to walk up behind that. You know, just walk up, lift that skirt and stick it in her."

"That would come later," a third boy suggested. "I'd bury my cock into those tits first thing. I'd lay my meat on her and roll those babies over it. Then I'd fuck the hell out of her."

Maggie did not hear what they were saying. She usually was aware that the guys made such lusty comments as she passed. This afternoon, though, she was not even aware that the boys were there.

The ripely built girl was even more devastatingly beautiful as the anger rose inside her. Her tits heaved more provocatively against the sweater. Her ass swung with greater appeal.

She clutched the crumpled letter in disgust, disappointment and anger. Damn him anyway! Damn Loren MacDonald! He'd already backed out of a one weekend visit to Hillcrest. Now he claimed that he would have to miss this weekend as well. The congregation he served each weekend could not spare him.

Maggie wanted to get fucked. Maggie was fed up with using a fake cock at night. The lusty redhead was in the mood for live meat. Damn Loren MacDonald! How was he able to go so long without fucking?

She stormed up the stairs of the dorm and stomped into her room. Mary Alice was sitting on the bed, reading her mail. The brunette was laughing as she looked up from the sheet of paper in her hand.

"Hey!" she laughed. "You should enjoy this. Might even be a friend of yours. My cousin, over in Jacksonburg, has been shacking up with the new preacher every weekend. She didn't give his name, but he's still in the Seminary. He comes over each weekend to preach to the congregation and to get in a few good fucks with Susan. You have any idea who it might be?"

Maggie froze for a moment, then spun about to walk to the trash can. She threw the crumpled letter into the basket and considered spitting on top of it.

Loren couldn't be up this weekend! Loren had an important meeting with the board of the little church in Jacksonburg! Important meeting, hell! He had an important fuck in Jacksonburg!

Maggie looked back at Mary Alice.

"I think I do. I just might know the bastard."

She whirled again and began stripping out of her clothes. She wanted a long shower. Then she would shampoo her hair, perfume her body, dress in her sexiest outfit and go get herself laid. Mary Alice came up behind her as she stepped into the bathroom. The brunette stuck her head in the door, eyes wide and sparkling. "Loren?"

"Loren!" Maggie spat.

"What are you going to do about it?" Mary Alice asked.

"Nothing just yet," Maggie answered dryly. "I'm going to relax. I'm going to shower. I'll wash my hair and dry it. Then I'll sit down and do my nails. Eventually I'll get dressed in the flashiest dress I own. Then I'm going to go out after dinner tonight and find some big, healthy cock to devour."

"Good!" the brunette answered. "He deserves it. Any man that can't service his own wife deserves to discover he's replaceable. Besides, Loren must have something wrong with him."

"Why?" Maggie asked. "What makes you say that?"

"Susan," she replied. "You've never seen Susan. Shit, all she's got is a pussy. Oh, maybe a little ass to go with it. She sure can't match that body of yours. She'd have to wear padding to fill out an A-cup. She's got bony legs, too. He has to have something wrong to leave all this sweet meat sitting up here while he's fucking my cousin."

"It doesn't really matter," Maggie commented.

"He could be shacked up with Raquel Welch, for all I care. I've been sitting around here for weeks going wild for a good fuck. I've kept kicking myself because I enjoyed the whistles and the looks I get when I walk across the campus. No more! I'm going to get a piece of every cock that comes my way."

They attracted all manner of attention at dinner. When Maggie and Mary Alice walked up the steps to the dining hall, resplendent in their most seductive dresses, their hair glowing, their bodies displayed in flamboyant outfits, the male students all turned and gaped.

Mule Traynor, the mammoth tackle on the school's football team, grinned broadly as he opened the door for them.

"What's the occasion?" he asked. "Something special going on tonight?"

"Yes," Mary Alice answered haughtily as they stepped past him. "Us."

They soon became the center of male attention. Maggie wondered how long it would take for some intelligent boy to deduce the reason for the dress and offer his services.

The Dean of Women smiled her approval. Mrs. Milliron fought a losing battle to have the girls dress nicely for dinner. The pompous woman felt that it gave a special air of elegance to the school if they wore something other than jeans and sweatshirts to dinner.

Maggie felt the delicious irony of having the woman's approval. The custodian of chastity at Hillcrest was in hearty agreement with the dress the two horny coeds had selected to insure that they would get in a good fuck before the evening was over. Maggie accepted Mrs. Milliron's approval with a flash of her eyes, then she glanced over the students, hoping to select some likely partner for the remainder of the evening.

"Don't worry," Mary Alice whispered. "We have a party to go to later on."

"Oh," Maggie asked, turning to the brunette. "Where?"

"Shhhhh! It's one of the parties the administration can't know about. Shit! If they even dreamed of this kind of party they'd piss all over themselves. One of the married students lets some of us use his apartment. We'll go over to the student center like we're planning to attend the piano recital, then slip down the hill to the car that'll be waiting for us."