Brad Harris

The preacher_s wife

CHAPTER ONE

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.

She felt the flow of blood, the warmth that followed the sudden sharp pain.

He was inside her. He ran the shaft deeper into her pussy letting her feel the pulsing excitement of his pecker against the walls of her cunt.

"There!" he panted. "That takes care of the cherry. Now to let you get over the first pain and fear. Then we'll get the show on the road."

"Loren," she pleaded, "you said you'd just let it slip inside. You promised to take it out before anything could happen. Please, don't go any further. We've already gone further than we should."

He laughed at her. He wasn't about to remove the cock. Now that he was inside her cunt he planned to do what he had always wanted to do. All that sweet talk, all that religious attitude, all that assurance he gave her, it was all just part of his line. He had gotten her cherry.

Now he planned to fuck her completely. She could feel it in the firm thrusts which his cock made in her cunt.

"Too late to stop now," he laughed. "I couldn't stop that old prick if I wanted to. That little pussy feels so good around me, I'm not about to stop. I'm going to fuck the best-looking tail that ever walked across the Hillcrest campus."

He groped for her tits, caught one and twisted it about in his lust-induced frenzy. His cock thrust powerfully.

As the soreness subsided, her pussy began responding to the sensuous lunges of his prick. Her cunt was beginning to glow. Tiny sparks of delight shot down her thighs and up through her body. Her ass began to hunch against the shimmering shaft of his pecker. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his thighs and rode him as he increased the tempo of his fuck.

"Oooooooh," she moaned. "Oooooh, that's setting me on fire! Fuck me, Loren! Fuck me harder and harder! Ooooooeeeee!"

He dropped a hand to her ass and lifted her slightly. His body began to shudder with the approach of his orgasm. They rolled on the grass, lost in the exploding passions which ripped their bodies. They rolled and writhed, pumping and thrusting, hugging and groping.

Maggie felt her pussy beginning to secrete its sweet cream. She was contracting around his cock as her pussy seemed determined to suck the cum from his steaming prick.

"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhh! I'm about to come! I'm fixing to unload into you!"

"Let me come!" she answered. "Please hurry! I'm already pouring my cum all over you! Let me feel your cock unload in me!"

She shuddered from the force of his orgasm. The stream of cum ignited new thrills in her pussy. She rolled deliriously from the experience of his hot cum spurting into her, crying out her erotic rapture.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ride me, Loren! Fuck me harder! Drive that cock through me! Oooooeeeee! That's the way! Fuck like that! Keep up the fuck till I can't move any longer."

They shuddered together, clutching, grasping, caressing, exploding. Finally Maggie eased Loren off her and cuddled into his arms. He lay beside her trying to regain some regularity in his breathing.

Around them came the sounds of the other couples continuing their sexual experimentation. An occasional plea by a female voice would be followed by the gasping sounds of her submission.

Maggie felt warmth flowing over her body. She had been fucked. She had let herself be fucked. She felt only the slightest twinge of guilt. Mainly she felt guilt only at having no real remorse. She had given up her cherry and enjoyed it, enjoyed the hell out of it.

CHAPTER TWO

Had it been only four years?

The remainder of the year sneaking in fucks whenever they could, the marriage that summer, dropping out of Hillcrest to take a job to help finance Loren through Seminary, all of it seemed so long ago.

Maggie MacDonald shivered against the crisp air of early autumn as she looked across the campus.

She was back at Hillcrest to finish her education. She was back to try and get in an additional year while Loren completed his work at the Seminary.

She was back, using the savings accumulated during Loren's clinical year in the field to enroll in the small college once more. Hillcrest had accepted her eagerly.

The dean had, however, been rather curt when he warned her about their major concern. Since she was a married woman, living in the dormitory, they hoped that she would be able to adjust to the rigors of single life.

Maggie was not sure what the man was trying to say, but his eyes kept resting on her tits as they thrust against the tight knit of her sweater. He mumbled on and on about how she would have to be on guard against the men of the student body who might think she needed some available substitute for a husband's services.

"I don't know whether this is going to work out or not," Maggie sighed to herself as she turned away from the scene of her first fuck. The dean had only touched on something Maggie had become aware of the first night away from Loren. In fact, she had felt a peculiar sensation of erotic freedom within hours after arriving on the small campus.

She was back! She was back, not the innocent, inexperienced young virgin of four years ago. She was back as an earthy, sensual woman.

She watched the boys as they walked about the campus, eyeing the female students. She wondered idly what they had to offer, how much cock each of them could provide. The young wife shivered deliciously each time she felt a student looking at her tits or ass or legs. This was going to be a hell of a problem. She'd been back one day and she was already getting horny.

The redhead walked back toward the dormitory. She forced her thoughts to return to Loren. She had to keep thinking about him, and his confidence that she would be true to him. She made herself remember the last night before she left to return to Hillcrest College. He had come in late from a series of lectures. She had been waiting anxiously, wearing her most provocatively tight skirt and sweater.

"I may be studying to be a preacher," he panted as he came in and grabbed her, "but I sure get dirty thoughts when I look at you."

"Just keep it that way!" Maggie ordered as she pressed her tits against his eager face. "Just be sure you don't get too holy for a good toss in the hay."

Loren looked down at the luscious bundle of woman. God, but she was sexy! He smiled at the tits, felt her soft ass. She had a hell of a good set of legs, too. She was by far the best built wife at the Seminary.

He lifted her in his arms and started for the bedroom.

Maggie turned her body toward him, letting her immense tits rub freely against him. She felt the warmth of his fingers on the bare skin of her thighs. She shivered in delight as she anticipated the fuck ahead. Loren might be planning on being a preacher, but she still liked a good raunchy fuck, the raunchier and lustier the better.

He tossed her onto the bed, pausing to look down at the delicious contours of her voluptuous body as he slipped out of his shirt and pants.

Maggie smiled, waiting the appearance of his rigid, trembling cock. She moistened her lips as his cock lunged upward when he dropped his shorts.

Loren got a special kick out of undressing her. She sat up on the bed as he came over beside her. She shuddered at the touch of his hands when he ran them under her sweater and filled them with her pulsing tits.

"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered. "Ohhhhh, I've been waiting all night for this. You talk about being horny. I have to sit at home and wait alone."

Tonight, Maggie was going to get herself fucked. She was going to ride Loren's cock until she exploded in ecstasy.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled sweater and bra upward. The redhead waited for his usual delight at the sight of her naked tits. He smiled and took them in his hands, reverently, adoringly. He leaned down and kissed her areolas before taking a nipple in his mouth and tonguing it.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured as he loved her excited tits. "Mmmmmm! You still have the most delicious pair!"

Maggie smiled. Loren used to say they were the most delicious tits he ever sucked. He used to say she had the sweetest pussy he ever fucked. He used to say all kinds of things like that before he got so damn pious. Now he had trouble admitting that he had ever fucked anyone else. Shit, he had trouble admitting how many times he fucked her before they were married. It didn't matter that much to Maggie, just as long as he didn't get just as shy when he did fuck her.

She thrust her tits against his face. She was proud of her tits. She had always been proud of them. Hell, with twin Mount Everests on her chest she had a right to be. They were firm, too. Maggie was convinced that constant exercise was the reason for the firm upthrust they maintained. She'd seen girls whose tits hung almost to their waists. Not hers, though. Hers were so full and firm they stuck upwards even when she lay on her back.

Loren grabbed her skirt and tugged it over her hips. His hands dragged sensuously along her thighs as he pulled it off.

Maggie waited in delicious anxiety for him to reach for her panties. Maggie had selected her thinnest panties, so sheer that her auburn cunt-hair showed through them as if she wore nothing.

Loren looked at her pussy. He kneeled between her thighs to kiss her pussy through the panties before pulling them off.