Brad Harris: The preacher_s wife

No boy had ever gotten this far with her! Maggie shivered at the delicious play of his hands beneath her sweater. Loren had unhooked her bra so that he could feel her luscious tits. He now had them stinging with delight. The mounds of flesh seemed to have doubled in size as he massaged them.

Other boys had played with her tits. Maybe they didn't work on them with the skill of this tall, handsome senior. Still, they had gotten to them. Maggie was accustomed to the boys going ape over her voluptuous breasts. She had given token resistance to Loren as he lay beside her on the campus grass and began to fondle her. She did not put up a protest for several reasons.

Everybody else was probably doing at least as much in the darkness of the evening. She could hear the rustle of clothes, the soft panting and moaning as perhaps twenty other couples took advantage of the area of the campus humorously referred to as "The Factory". She had asked about the name her first week at Hillcrest College and was told that it was where all the coeds were made.

Loren MacDonald was the most chased man on the campus. Maggie knew that any other coed would be wetting her pants just to have the handsome student leader trying to play with her tits. The red-haired freshman had considered it quite an accomplishment to have Loren dating her for the past month.

Loren was also studying to be a preacher. He already spoke on Sundays in small churches back in the hills surrounding Manchester. He was the most religious boy Maggie had ever talked to. Even tonight they had sat for almost an hour praying and studying the Bible together before joining the others out in the grass. He was sure to control himself, she was convinced.

There was also a deeper reason for Maggie's eager submission. She liked it! She adored the touch of male hands on her tits and along her thighs. So far she had always been able to keep them from going any farther – until tonight.

Loren had his hand inside her panties! The girl shivered at the sensation of a finger at the lips of her cunt. This was the first time any man had ever felt her pussy.

"Ohhhh, you are so soft and sweet," he soothed her. "Such a sweet pussy."

Somehow she hadn't expected Loren to call it a pussy. Somehow she expected him to come up with some Biblical name for it. Whatever he called it, though, he sure the hell knew what to do with it. His finger had slipped over her clit and was pressing in an erotic rhythm that had her entire body pulsing.

"Ooooooh," she shuddered. "Loren, do you think we should go this far?" She looked up into his soft eyes as they sparkled. She couldn't see his mouth clearly, but knew he was smiling.

"If you don't want to," he told her, "just say so. Anytime we go further than you can handle, let me know."

She trusted him. She relaxed and began to enjoy the sweet caresses on her clit and the slow thrusts of his finger into her cunt.

Maggie became more and more intrigued with the thought of playing with him, too. She had always been afraid to touch a boy down there. Mother warned her constantly that touching his cock drove a man wild and uncontrollable. The lovely redhead reached hesitantly for his crotch. Would Loren become some sort of raging sex maniac if she touched his prick?

"Go ahead," he assured her, feeling the hesitancy in her hand. "Feel it. Feel how hard you make it. It won't bite, I promise."

She trusted him again. Maggie felt her hand leap at the warmth which came through his pants from the cock. She felt the shuddering demand in his cock. Her fingers distinguished its shape within the confining prison of his trousers. The girl slowly fingered it until she determined the amazing size and hardness of his prick, then gradually her fingers held his cock tightly. The shuddering tremors along the shaft sent thrills shooting through her. She held his prick more firmly, more bravely.

"Take it out," Loren whispered. "Unzip me and take it out. Love it a little bit."

His face came across her tits. His lips kissed her shimmering breasts and caught a nipple in a long, forceful kiss.

She struggled with the zipper without success. In a frenzy to feel his prick, the redhead pulled his belt loose and unbuttoned the top of his pants. Then the zipper slid down. Her hand reached inside for his glowing cock.

"Ahhhhh!" Loren sighed. "Ohhhhh, what a relief. I thought I was going to die if you didn't get it out and let it get straight up."

It was straight up! It came way up, large and hard, slightly curved, bulging out into a wide head at the tip. She traced its shape, then grabbed it and held it firmly. She began to pump his cock slowly as Loren went back to work on her tits.

His tongue depressed a nipple, rolling it with the tip of his tongue. His finger thrust just as sensuously, just as maddeningly in her pussy.

Maggie pumped his cock roughly, feeling the amazing way the skin slipped along the shaft. She felt his balls, her fingers delighting in the silken softness of the pouch.

"Ohhhhh, what your fingers do to me," the senior boy gasped. "Your touch is just so delicious. Those precious fingers on my cock really turn me on."

Maggie tried to remember her mother's warning. She felt the sudden pulsing throbs of his cock. It wasn't cooling off, it was getting hotter as it fucked her hand. The redhead felt a twinge of anxiety. No, no, she could trust him. She kept telling herself she could, even as he pulled her panties down her thighs and slipped them off.

"What are you doing that for?" she asked in rising apprehension. "Please, don't do anything to me. You promised, Loren. You said everything would be all right."

"I still say it," he panted. "Everything is going to be all right. Nothing's wrong with a little kiss. We'll let the tip of my cock kiss those soft lips of your pussy."

If he thought it all right for his cock and her cunt to touch for just a moment, then it must be all right.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned as the warm head of his prick came up against her pussy. "Ohhhhh God, how soft and sweet."

"Wait a minute!" Maggie gasped as she felt the lips stretch apart and the swollen head of his cock moved between them and began to press into her pussy. "You said just to let them touch. We were just going to let them kiss a moment. Please, Loren! You're beginning to hurt me. Ohhhhh, Loren!"

He was hurting her. He was hurting her and driving her wild with erotic demand at the same time. Her pussy was tingling all over. Her thighs were throbbing in anticipation. She was overcome by the desire to feel the long prick inside her. She twisted beneath him, thrusting her tits against his chest.

"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "That hurts. Ohhhh, Loren, you're hurting me!"

His cock was thrusting angrily against her hymen, threatening to pop her cherry at any moment.

"Only for a moment," he assured her again. "It will only hurt a moment. I want to feel your pussy around me. We'll just let my prick slip inside for a moment. No fucking, I promise. We'll just see how it feels for a moment."

Maggie knew that wasn't so. She knew once his cock broke her hymen and got inside her, that he wouldn't stop. He hadn't stopped yet. He didn't stop when she asked him to. He just kept going on and on. He wouldn't stop now.

She steeled herself for the pain she knew was about to come. Mother had been correct. There was no stopping a cock once it got a smell of pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as he lunged against her.

He slammed the cock at her cunt again and again. His breath came in wilder gasps as he drove his cock into her cunt.

She thought, for a fraction of a second, that he had responded to her pleas. His cock paused, then came at her in a final shuddering lunge. Maggie felt the hardened prick drive through her, burying itself into her aching pussy.