"Yaaagggghhhh! Fuck me! So good! Aaaaaeeee!" she shrieked.
She could feel his fat cock swelling up with his gigantic load of molten cum. His prick was so bloated it stretched her pussy-walls to the limit. Deeper and deeper he fucked, bashing his fist-sized cock-head into the thin membrane at the far end of her cunt-channel. Their bellies slapped together as they fucked feverishly. His huge ball-sac smacked against her slippery asscheeks each time he jammed his big prick into her pussy. Fuck-juices splattered out when their bodies collided.
"Yeah, woman, I'm gonna come!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna shoot it, yeahhhhhh!"
"Do it!" she pleaded. "Drown me with your hot load!"
She felt the Reverend's body go rigid. He held his head up and his eyes rolled back. His tongue waned out of control in his gaping mouth. Then his hips began quivering a mile a minute, shoving his prick into her with super-human intensity. He was in the all-encompassing grip of his climax, rabbit-fucking her like a man possessed. The floor vibrated from the force of their trembling, quaking bodies. Books tumbled off the shelf and a small religious statue tipped over on the Reverend's desk.
Then she felt the first searing blast of his jism. His cock began spurting sticky eruptions of cum into her clenching pussy-channel. He heaved and moaned on top of her, drooling long strands of spittle across her face. As he fought to control his spasming body, his cock slipped out of her drenched cunt. He squirted jets of jism into the air wildly. The hot sticky stuff arched up and then splashed down onto her belly and across her face. Gobbets of his cum sizzled against her sweaty flesh.
The Reverend rolled over on his side, exhausted. His robe was all wrinkled and splattered with cum and pussy-cream. He breathed raggedly, trying to catch his breath.
But an insistent itch still nagged at her wringing wet cunt. The minister had finished too soon and she still needed desperately to come. So Roxanne thrust her fingers into her wet pussy and began finger-fucking herself to satisfaction. With her other hand, she smeared the hot starchy blobs of the Reverend's cum all around her quivering belly. Then she forced her fingers up under the soft fabric of her bra cups and began squeezing her hard nipples coating her tit buds with gooey fuck sauces.
It wasn't long before she began coming. Her hips humped up off the floor and then her wide asscheeks smacked down hard into the seething puddle of pussy-sauces. Her hand was shoved inside her cunt and she was tweaking her nipples rabidly.
Her body jackknifed as the first overpowering wave of orgasm slashed through her. She doubled over in exquisite agony, rubbing her knuckles back and forth over her pulsating clit.
"Yaaaaiiiigggghhhh!" she groaned. "Oh, yes, [missing text]."
She moaned and bellowed, practically shaking the walls of the little rectory. As she wailed louder, Roxanne actually drowned out the sound of the huge pipe organ in the church next door. But it felt so fucking good – so gritty and feverishly wonderful – that she couldn't stop. She was totally caught up in the throes of her climax and it was all she could do to ride it out, flopping madly on the fuckjuice-soaked carpet.
As one final gut-wrenching spasm gripped her, Roxanne arched her ass up frantically, aiming her convulsing pussy at the ceiling. Then she collapsed on top of the Reverend, resting her cheek against the cool fabric of his black silk robe. She inhaled the rich, musky odor that permeated the tiny room and then sighed deeply. She couldn't believe how satisfied she felt, having gorged herself on hot steamy sex. It felt as if she were sailing along on a soft fluffy cloud, just drifting and drifting.
Oh, Bill, she sighed to herself. I'm going to be all right. Everything's going to be fine. We'll make it, me and the kids, we'll be okay. She only wished that Bill could be alive just long enough to share in the new pleasures she had discovered. But then she realized that she would never have received such a good fucking at the hands of the Reverend if Bill hadn't died. Roxanne bit her lip, thinking how unfair life could be.
Snapping out of her blissful afterglow for a moment, Roxanne realized how quiet it seemed all of a sudden. The only sound she could hear was the slow deep breathing of the minister at her side. What happened to the organ music? she wondered. What happened to the muffled sounds of the mourners just outside the rectory?
Then the doorknob turned slowly and the door swung open wide. Her teenage son Dave stood there staring, his mouth hanging wide open. Her young twin daughters, Sandy and Candy, stood on either side of their older brother. Sandy dropped the little bouquet of flowers she had been holding. Candy looked away, covering her tear-streaked streaked face. A crowd of people dressed in somber-colored clothes stood behind the teenagers. They looked on in disbelief. One woman screamed and then fainted.
The groggy Reverend raised up to look at his parishioners and then flopped back down, burying his head in his cum-stained arms.
For some, strange reason, Roxanne just smiled lewdly, making no attempt to hide her raw, mushy, juice-splattered pussy. Then she started laughing and laughing and laughing…
CHAPTER TWO
Roxanne sat on the couch in her living room absentmindedly fingering her pussy. She struggled to pump some good feelings into her big cunt and was soon rubbing the little bump of bone on her delicate wrist across her oily clit frantically.
But it was no use. She hadn't been able to climax since the nasty incident at the church last month. After the shock of being discovered fucking the Reverend, it was as if all the nerves in her cunt had been ripped out. Her body still ached for orgasm, but her damn pussy just wouldn't oblige.
"Oh, Bill…" she moaned, closing her tear filled eyes. "God rest your soul. Oh, I wish you could be here to fuck me!"
Roxanne pulled her robe farther open so she could stare down at her puffy cunt-lips. She pinched her dry, bloated pussy-flaps between two sharp red fingernails and was saddened even more by the fact that her cunt barely responded to the pain she tried to inflict.
In frustration, the bereaved housewife yanked the front of her robe open and began pinching her nipples savagely. At the same time, she mashed her big tits almost flat with her forearms. Harder and harder she mauled her breasts, trying viciously to feel some kind of sensation, trying feverishly to unleash an orgasm.
She eased herself up onto the armrest of the couch and began stroking her pussy across a row of knobby upholstery tacks as she continued to massage her quivering tits. One of her deliciously long legs hung off the end of the couch and she scrunched her toes up in the thick pile carpet. Oh, she wanted to come so bad! And the harder she tried to force her body to come, the more frustrated she became.
"Mom! Mom! Are you all right? What's wrong, Mom?"
Roxanne opened her eyes and stared through the tears at her daughter Sandy. The girl had just returned home from school. Upon entering the room she had seen her mother writhing on the couch and she immediately threw her books down and ran to Roxanne's side.
"Oh, it's okay, Mom. It's okay," Sandy said, soothingly.