Oh, this was so much fun, she thought. She felt like a little girl playing and frolicking without a care in the world. This is how life should be lived, she mused. Then she slurped with all her strength, trying to show Reverend Eugene that she knew exactly what he was talking about – that life was to be enjoyed, as fully as possible.
As Roxanne reached under the minister's madly flopping ball-sac, she eased her finger down the dark hairy tunnel of his ass-crack until she was teasing his clenching asshole with the tip of her sharp fingers working into the meaty pucker of his shitter-hole. She thought about how she would try and communicate her new joy in life to her family. They were taking her husband Bill's untimely death really hard. And she hated to see them grieving so deeply.
The Reverend continued to face-fuck her viciously, splattering hot fuck-juices about each time he slammed into her drenched lips. She swirled her fiery tongue faster and faster around his ramming cock-shaft and thought about how her family would soon be shedding their grief – and joining her in her new-found joyfulness.
When she forced her finger all the way up inside his wet greasy asshole, the minister groaned out loud and ecstatically. She could feel a great hot load of cum begin to boil and surge in the fat rubbery tube just beneath his tightening ball-sac.
"Yeah, baby, that's it! I'm almost there. Ohhhh, keep on sucking me!" he begged. "Finger me, my sweet child! Yaaaahhhh!"
They bucked and heaved wildly on the floor. His thighs smacked brutally against her shoulders, but Roxanne maintained a furious suction on the minister's swollen prick. Her head was practically buried in his hairy crotch. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to see past the thick paste of fuck-sauces that coated her face. That seemed to intensify her sense of smell. She inhaled deeply through her nose, relishing the murky male odor that wafted up richly from his balls and sopping pubic bush.
She ground her hot and moist pussy against Reverend Eugene's legs. Her clit was throbbing terribly hard and she knew it wouldn't be long before she had to stuff her greedy pussy full of good thick cock. All those years happy and sad, she had remained true to Bill's sleek pink prick. But that was certainly going to change. Roxanne felt as if she could take each and every cock of all the men there in the church. She needed to be fucked so badly! She needed the sorrow pummeled right out of her thrashing, big-titted body!
Taking the Reverend's sizzling cockhead deep into the back of her throat, Roxanne thought how ironic it was. Just on the other side of the rector walls were all the men she could ever need. But they were probably walking past Bill's coffin, totally caught up in the grips of misery, intimidated by death. And here she was, reveling in life, engaging in her own special form of worship, savagely sucking on Reverend Eugene's hard cock.
If only those sad men out there knew, she thought. If only they knew how simple it could be to be happy. Sure, Bill was gone, but that was no reason to be miserable. If anything, his death should make them appreciate life all the more!
She imagined all those men, all those burly muscular giants who had worked construction with her late husband – she imagined them all crashing through that door, knocking aside those dusty stacks of old hymnals and tearing off their black suits and armbands, and then ravaging her senseless! Her seething cunt gushed wave after wave of fresh pussy-sauce as she fantasized about all those men fucking her and sucking her and creaming all over her again and again. She felt herself about to come, so intense was her juicy fantasy. It was so vivid and powerful, and the images were so real and colorful, that she thought she was having a religious vision.
The fire in her simmering cunt demanded attention. Roxanne gave the Reverend's thrusting cock one last ferocious suck and then spit out his long prick-shaft sloppily. She yanked her finger out of his spasming asshole and then squeezed his wet glistening dick in her fist. With her other hand, she wiped the seething fuck-sauces from her face. Then she grabbed his cock with two hands, yanking it mercilessly.
"Came on, you big stud!" she spat. "It's time to fuck! Get up off your holy ass and stick your cock in me! Now!"
The minister looked up at her dumbfounded.
His cock twitched out of control, pre-cum oozing steadily from his rosy red prick-tip. Fuck juices streamed down his glistening cock-shaft. The vine-like tangle of veins that encircled his pulsating prick bulged and quivered as his racing heart pumped fresh bursts of blood into his aching dick. His belly and thighs were covered with a thick glassy sheen of spit and pre-cum. His legs twitched nervously and he clenched his asscheeks tight.
"Come on!" he yelled. "You can't stop now! I was just about ready to bust my nuts!" In frustration, he wiped thick rivulets of sweat from his forehead.
But Roxanne knew just what she wanted, and she yelled back, "Shoot it inside me, damnit! I want you to fuck me now!"
Roxanne's voice was high-pitched and brimming with urgency. Flopping down on her back, she raised her black dress and pulled it back around her waist. She slid her long fingers slowly along her thighs, across her frilly black garter belt. With one frantic hand, she yanked her panties aside, revealing the sopping wet fur of her cuntal bush. With her other hand, she reached down and parted her puffed-up pussy-lips. Prying her juicy cunt-flaps open with two fingers, she massaged her itching clit with her thumb.
Her tiny pink fuck-hole was in full view of the agitated minister. He held still for a moment, his cock wiggling rhythmically. His tongue idled loosely as he watched delicious stream of cunt sauce pour out of her pussy-tunnel.
"Please, put your cock in me! Run it in deep! Ream me out, please! Ohhhh, I want to share this moment with you so bad!" she pleaded.
Reverend Eugene scrambled to his knees and shuffled up between her widespread legs. He gripped his mighty, blood-swollen cock in his fist, holding his burning cock-flesh away from the sweep of his funeral robes. Hunching over, he aimed his cherry-red cock-tip straight at Roxanne's succulent, sappy pussy.
"Yes, put it in me now! Please! I need it so bad!" she pleaded frantically, flipping her head from side to side, causing her huge tits to flop and jiggle beneath her tight-fitting dress.
The minister reached down and ripped her panties aside, tearing them savagely. The shredded nylon fabric dangled from one of her lace-covered garter straps. Grunting with animal intensity, he plunged into her slavering cunt with one ferocious lunge. Just like that, his hard prick was shoved balls-deep into her scorching hot pussy-channel. He quickly began ramming his cock into her as hard and as deep as he could.
"Oh, that's it!" she shrieked. "Thank you, ohhhhhhh, thank you!"
Roxanne bowed her long slender legs and wrapped them around the Reverend's heaving backside. His flowing robes felt cool against her inner thighs – but his cock was setting her dripping cunt on fire! She squeezed her arms around his neck and locked him tight against her heaving body. She held him as tight as she could, wishing she could pull his thrusting, bucking body all the way inside her.
The fucking was so good and hot that she could hardly believe it. Never hod it been this way with Bill. It seemed to her that the Reverend was somehow making up for those long years of unsatisfying sex she endured with her late husband. It wasn't that she never was fulfilled by Bill. He was a gentle, understanding man who had brought her much happiness. But, while Reverend Eugene barbarously throttled her cunt, one thing became clear to her – some men knew how to love, and some men knew how to fuck!
There was no way to tell the minister how grateful she was for his furious fucking. Words seemed so inadequate, so useless. The only way to communicate her ecstasy was for her to fuck back at him with every fiber of her frenzied being. Faster and faster she thrashed beneath him, wishing her sopping cunt was a big wet mouth which could swallow him and his raw aging cock whole. Harder and harder she slammed her pussy-mound against his pubic bone, threatening to pulverize him into dust. Oh, dust to dust, ashes to ashes… her mind was reeling out of control. Each time he pounded her, it seemed as if he was knocking her thoughts right out of her head. Her mind was nothing more than a great glowing red and gold swirl of delicious, passionate sensuality.