Ray Todd - The preacher_s hot family

"Oh, Carl," she whispered to her husband, "I think that thing between your legs wants to have a party with me."

"I think it does, too," smiled the preacher, feeling his prick getting harder and harder in his pants.

"Carl," said his beautiful wife, "let's go to bed and mess around."

"That isn't a bad idea," the man grinned, seeing the passion in his wife's eyes.

Taking her hand, he led the lovely redhead up to their room. The man was dog-tired from performing two weddings and conducting a funeral that day on top of all his regular duties, but nothing was going to stop him from fucking his lovely wife. When Valarie stepped into the bathroom, the aroused but weary man quickly undressed and threw himself back on the bed. Stroking his hard cock, the preacher could hardly wait to stuff it into his wife's hot pussy.

Sitting on the toilet, taking a piss, Valarie was getting hotter by the minute. She needed a fuck so badly! When she left the bathroom, the woman's pussy juices were dripping from between her legs.

Entering their bedroom, she found Carl spread out nakedly on his back, snoring loudly as he clutched his half-swollen prick. Knowing her husband, she realized the party was over before it had started. She knew that nothing would wake him until dawn.

Restlessly tossing in bed, she was finding it impossible to go to sleep. Reaching down, she finally began fingering her itching cunt, knowing she would never be able to sleep until she'd brought herself off. Not having to worry about waking her husband, she was writhing all over the bed as she urgently rubbed her lust swollen clit.

Finally getting out of bed, Valarie wandered over to the window where, she stared out into the moonlit night. She'd been standing there about five minutes when she saw the light come on in Blane's window across the street. Slipping into some clothes, the horny woman hurried over to his house and rang the doorbell. Moments later the door was opened by Blane who was dressed in slacks and a sweater.

"Hi," she grinned. "I couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I," smiled the man as she entered. "I just put on some clothes to take a walk."

"Oh, Blane," she whispered. "I need a fuck so bad."

"So do I," he said, taking the beautiful woman's hand and leading her directly up to his room, where they immediately began undressing without saying a word to each other.

"Well," she said when they were both completely naked, "let's fuck."

Walking over to the bed with him, she waited until he was spread out on his back, and then she crawled up between his legs, nuzzling her face against his big heavy balls. Having spent so much of her life with her uncommunicative husband, the sexy woman wasn't a great conversationalist, but she was the hottest bitch Blane had ever known in his life. She was always ready to fuck – morning, noon or night.

Watching Valarie caressing and licking his balls, he couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She had creamy white skin that complemented her lovely red hair. She had big firm tits that were capped by the biggest fucking nipples he had ever seen.

"You're sure a pretty bitch," he whispered down to her.

"And you're a fuckin' prick for calling me a bitch," she teased, licking his swollen balls. "Do you want me to take my hot cunt and go home?"

"Not on your life," grinned the handsome man.

With her chin nestling against his asshole, Valarie began licking under his big ball-sac. As always, the crinkly texture of the skin around his balls excited her. Blane's entire body began trembling when she slowly moved her naughty nibbling lips up the underside of his throbbing cockshaft. Working with loving tenderness, she began moving her tongue up and down the quivering length of his fucker.

Lying on her stomach between his outstretched legs, Valarie swung his thighs over her bare shoulders, raising his ass up in front of her face. Gently caressing his cock and balls with her talented fingers, the beautiful redhead blew her warm breath against his puckered shitter.

"Oh, Goddamn!" he panted, feeling the thumb and forefinger of her free hand parting the cheeks of his ass so her moistly hot breath could more readily caress his lewdly exposed asshole.

This woman had more sexual talent than anyone he had ever known. Valarie had never sucked him off the same way twice.

"Aaaaaghhh!" he gasped when the hot wet tip of her tongue snaked out and began washing his quivering asshole.

Lifting her head a bit, she ran her slavering tongue up from his shitter, over his fat hairy balls and onto the tip of his cock. The wet caresses of her slippery hot tongue on his sensitive cockhead sent sparks dancing up and down the length of his cockshaft.

"Does this feel good?" she whispered, knowing damned well how much he was enjoying it.

"Shit, yes!" he panted, looking down at her teasing eyes peering at him from above his prick.

"Can anyone else give you as much fun as me?"

"No! No!" he groaned, trembling as her tongue continued swirling around his cockknob.

"You'd better remember that," she playfully teased. "I'm the best fuckin' cock-sucker you'll ever find."

The man couldn't deny it.

Valarie's nose and mouth were once more buried between his soft warm asscheeks. The man's body gave another violent lurch as her tongue obscenely probed into his shitter.

"Christ, honey!" he sighed when the wet muscular tip of her tongue slipped through the tight ring of his asshole. "Shit, that feels good!"

Shaking with excitement, he could feel her slippery tongue darting in and out of his quivering asshole, sending wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure washing through his body.

"Oh, sweet pissin' angel," he panted as the cock-crazed redhead feverishly tongued his asshole while her nimble fingers toyed with his prick and balls.

Finally withdrawing her tongue from his quivering shitter, she raised her head and wrapped her hot wet lips around his bloated prick-knob. There was something about the taste of Blane's big prick that really turned Valarie on. She had sucked her share of cocks during her adulterous life with the preacher, but none had tasted as delicious as Blane's big juicy boner.

The man was staring at her soft lips as she sucked more and more of his bloated cock into his mouth. The thing that always turned him on was the teasing, naughty expression in her eyes as she licked and slurped and sucked on his slippery prick.

Her eyes were shimmering with excitement as she watched his distorted facial expressions while he writhed and groaned from the intense ecstasy she was giving him. Moving her cock filled mouth up and down more rapidly, she could feel his entire body trembling with pleasure. Increasing the tempo, she moved her head faster, taking more and more of his delicious prick into her throat with every sucking plunge.

"God, you're fantastic," he panted, looking down at the raw lust on her beautiful, cock-sucking face.

As she increased the intense suction on his straining prick, Blane could feel the familiar sensations that signaled his inevitable climax.

He was no longer conscious of anything except those soft moist lips ovaled around his cock. Then came the welcome surge of relief as his hot sticky jism rushed up his cockshaft, spewing wildly into her eagerly waiting mouth.

Valarie continued sucking and swallowing cum, not wanting to waste a drop of the slippery spunk she enjoyed so much. The trembling man lay sprawled out on his back until she'd sucked out the last drop of cum from deep within his spent prick. When his flaccid cock finally slipped limply out of her mouth, the woman licked the last of his cum from her lips.

"Well," she smiled, rolling onto her back, "I'll bet your wife can't give you a blow-job like that."

"I'll bet she can't, either," the man grinned. "Nobody can suck cock like you."