Scott Sellers

Mother in heat

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, praise the fucking lord, keep sucking my cock!" the minister shouted. "Work, on it! Yeaaahhh!"

Roxanne Fildert reached up to grab the thick base of Reverend Eugene's prick with both hands. She slowly slid her slurping lips up along his pulsating cock-shaft, revealing the network of rope-like veins that encircled his giant prick. Holding the minister's ruby-red cock-head just inside her hot slavering mouth, she nicked the sensitive skin under his bloated cock-tip with her teeth. For good measure, Roxanne licked the steamy strands of oozing pre-cum right out of his piss-slit with her practiced tongue. With a resounding pop, she released his plum-like dick-head from her warm moist mouth.

"Hold it down!" Roxanne said. "My whole family will hear you."

"Never mind that, my child. Just keep sucking. Yes, suck the life out of me, woman!"

Roxanne pushed back the minister's robes which had slipped down over its madly throbbing cock and balls. Grabbing his hot prick in her hand, she jacked it slowly up and down, grinding the heel of her hand into his hairy wrinkled ball-sac on the downstroke. Syrupy strings of spittle and pre-cum dangled from the edges of her hand, dripping onto his thighs and across the rectory floor.

As she studied the gooey wetness that glistened all over Reverend Eugene's long hard cock, Roxanne listened to the soft mournful organ music that droned from inside the church next door. She could also hear occasional sobbing and the low monotones of the people paying their last respects to her husband Bill.

But Roxanne felt calm and safe here in the minister's offices. She felt removed – at least for the moment – from the grief, and the sorrow that permeated the atmosphere outside. Chuckling when she heard the organist play the wrong chord, Roxanne eagerly returned to the task at hand – the Reverend's blow-job.

"Oh, God, make me come! Please, suck my dick, woman!" the minister moaned. He frantically thrust his hips, begging the bereaved wife to continue with her exquisite blow-job. "Do it! Ohhhhh, yeahhhh do it!"

Roxanne inched up closer on her knees and grabbed Reverend Eugene's hairy white thighs, digging her red fingernails into his quivering flesh. He gripped the armrests of his chair tighter and howled with sexual abandon. Roxanne could practically see each rush of fresh blood pumped through his pulsating cock. His shiny red cock-tip danced before her wide-open eyes. She licked her lips slow, drooling with expectation, her trailing lines of hot saliva matching the sticky ribbons of pre-cum that flowed fun his cock-head.

"Now, suck out my cum! Suck out every drop of my life-giving cum!" pleaded the preacher. "Swallow it deep and celebrate, woman! Celebrate life! Ohhhh, aaarrrggghhhh!"