Mrs. Cora Johnstone looked like a 55-year-old lady who attended a church I was a member of some years back. On the surface, she was a goody-two-shoes who thought even speaking the word sex was sinful, but beneath the pious exterior lived a sizzling hot Nymph waiting for a victim to ensnare in her web of lust.
I became her victim one Saturday afternoon on a leaf raking project on the church grounds. When we were finished with it, Cora wanted help putting the rakes up in her garage. Her husband was a deacon, so I thought it would be okay to be alone with her, so I followed her into the tool shed with an arm full of rakes.
When I put the last one up, she pushed me into the wall than said,
"I've seen the way you at me. I can see the lust, the desire in your eyes. I know you want to fuck me."
By this time she had opened my fly and found my cock.
"Oh, this feels like a fine specimen of manhood."
Cora draws it out then begins to suck it with long slow strokes. I am rock hard within a few seconds my nuts ache because of her manipulation I need to relieve myself in her pussy.
"You're hot for my cunt, aren't you? Well, here it is."
In one swift action, her pants and panties are down beneath her knees and she is bent over a chair. She doesn't want a kiss all she wants is my cock in her dripping wet pussy and that is what she gets.
I pound her like the whore she is the sound of our flesh slapping could be heard a mile away.
"Your fucking bastard."
"You cum bucket slut," I responded, "I am going to bang you like a jackhammer."
"Aha, it feels so good. Keep pounding my filthy cunt."
Plus other slutty language, pour out of her mouth.
I think we fucked for 15-minutes when an intense orgasm. After it subsided, I filled her overflowing with my cum. We laid together for a while kissing in the golden glow.
"We better get back before someone comes looking. We'll fuck again soon, stud."
The next time we had sex was unconventional, to me at least.
We were coming back from hearing a tent preacher ramble on for hours but never say anything significant. He did put on a good show dining around, waving his Bible frantically in the air in a manner worthy of any Vegas showgirl.
During the meeting, Cora had me sit beside me and her husband. Early into the presentation, I felt her hand on my leg. She is right-handed but the dexterity with her left was like that of her right.
Her husband was sitting on her right and I was on her left. Church members were all around us, oblivious to the danger, Cora pulls the zipper over my cock down and then reaches in for my stiffening cock and extracts it.
"Cora, are you nuts!" I whisper into her ear, her response was,
"Be quiet."
She planned this because she came well prepared. I felt a condom being slipped over the head of my cock then she begins jerking me off. When she got me off, a copious amount of sperm filled the condom. She also had a Ziplock and with my help, the evidence was stored away with no one the wiser.
A few days later Cora called me to a nearby coffee shop. When I arrived Cora was already seated with another woman, slightly younger than my lover.
Cora was seated beside another woman who bore a striking resemblance to my lover.
"Good afternoon ladies," I said in a very pleasing manner.
"Bill, his is my younger sister, Dora."
