It was a warm afternoon in May and I had taken the day off from work to get a little work done around the house. I had built up a lot of personal time and needed a break from the "day to day" anyway.
I had slept in and was waiting for the grass to dry from the morning dew. I planned to cut the grass and put pine straw in the flower beds. I like my yard to look nice.
Around 10:30am I made my way out into the yard and started cutting the grass. As I was pushing the mower, I could see that my next door neighbor, Holly, was outside pressure washing the back of her house.
Holly was married to Ben, a Baptist preacher. Ben was your normal better than you, bible beater, and he rarely helped Holly around the house. She usually always cut the grass, washed the cars, and most anything else that was done outside. Ben was always inside working on his computer, dealing with his ministry.
As I pushed the mower closer to where Holly was working, I could see that she was soaking wet from the pressure washer. She was wearing a white t-shirt, and a pair of white shorts, and she had her light brown hair pulled up in a pony tail. I also noticed that her ass was looking damn good in the shorts she was wearing. I had never seen Holly wearing shorts that short before. As a preacher's wife, she usually dressed very conservative.
I turned and started cutting another row in the opposite direction, all the while thinking about that fine ass in those shorts. I made a few more rows back and forth, and as I made my way closer to her again, I noticed she seemed to be having trouble pulling the pressure washer. I stopped the mower and walked over into her yard.
"Hey there, Holly," I said with a big smile. "Do you need some help with that?"
"Hi, Joe," she replied. "No, that's ok, I think I can manage. It's not that heavy. Ben's inside, I could get him."
"Nonsense," I argued. "No need to get him. Let me help you."
I moved closer to her and took the handle and started helping her pull the pressure washer over to the other end of the house. As we were pulling it, I could see that her white t-shirt was soaked, and her tits were clearly visible underneath the wet fabric. I had never really noticed before, but Holly's tits were very big, I would guess D cups, easily, and her ass was thick and round.
"Thanks, Joe," she said as we placed the pressure washer into a good spot. "That should work just fine."
With that said, she stood straight up and her hard nipples almost came right through the t-shirt.
I couldn't help but stare, and she caught me. Embarrassed, she immediately tried to slump her shoulders so her chest would not be sticking out.
"I'm sorry, Joe," she said looking down at the ground. "I'm not dressed appropriately. I didn't think anyone would see me since I was behind the house. I thought you would be at work, and it's hot, so..."
"No, no, no it's ok," I said. Seeing she was so uncomfortable, I thought that I had better leave.
"I've got to get back now," I told her as I started walking back towards my yard. "If you need anything else, just let me know. I'll be working in the yard."
"Ok, thanks, Joe," she replied. "Thanks so much."
I went back and started up my lawn mower, and started cutting grass again.
I kept watching Holly as she washed the house. She was bending over a lot, and squatting. My dick was really stirring in my shorts. Her legs looked very nice, too. They were not that dark, but still looked nice. I guess as a preacher's wife, her body didn't see much sun.
After about twenty minutes, I noticed she had walked over to the edge of my yard and was waving at me,
I stopped the lawn mower and walked over.
"Joe," she said. "I hate to bother you again, but Ben has went out to run some errands, and I need help putting the pressure washer back in the garage. Will you help me?"
"Sure I will," I said walking over to help her. I grabbed one side of the pressure washer and she grabbed the other. Together we pulled it around the side of the house and up the small hill to the side of the garage.
Her clothes were still soaked with water, and I was getting very turned on at the sight of her big tits bouncing under her now, see through, white shirt. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra.
She opened the side door to the garage and we wrestled the pressure washer through it, and inside. The garage was a normal two car unit, with a storage room in the corner. Half of the garage was empty due to Ben being gone. The other half was occupied by Holly's SUV.
"We can just put it right over here, Joe," she said. "We keep it in the corner."
There was no door on the small room, so I rolled the pressure washer around the corner and pushed it all the way back up against the back wall.
There was also a weedeater and some shelves back there, along with a small table.
As I came back around the corner out into the main garage, I saw Holly was bent over rolling up the hose that went with the pressure washer. My dick started growing immediately in my shorts, and my thoughts about this righteous woman, a preacher's wife, were definitely not moral.
"Let me help you with that," I said while grabbing one end of the hose.
I bent over to grab the hose and when I did she raised up a little and I could see her tits hanging underneath her soaking wet t-shirt. I took the hose and started to roll it up, but the end slipped out of my hand and came to rest on her tits.
This was a definite opportunity, I thought to myself, so I took the hose and started moving it around slowly on her right tit. Side to side at first, then over and around her nipple.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a very shocked voice. "Um, here, let me have it."
She took the hose and started trying to roll it up again, but once again, the end slipped from her hands and I reached out to grab it. She also reached out at the same time and our hands touched. I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me.
"Well," she said abruptly trying to pull herself away from me. "Thanks for your help. Ben will be back soon. I had better get inside and clean up."
Her nipples were hard as rocks. They appeared to be very long as they poked outward underneath her shirt. Her face was flushed, and her arm was shaking.
I moved my right hand up to her left tit while still holding her arm with my left hand. I started moving my fingers around her hard nipple.
"Ben will be home any minute," she said still trying to half-heartedly pull herself away. "Let me go. This is not right."
"Your nipples seem to think it's ok," I said while cupping her tit.
"No, no, it's not ok. I am a christian woman. This is wrong!" she said with a stern, strong voice. "Now let me go!"
At that moment, I started moving my right hand down her body. The wet shorts she had on were thin and my hand found it's way directly between her legs. I pressed firmly and made a couple of circular strokes with my fingers directly over her pussy.
"Oh My God," she whispered. "No, please stop."
She took a few steps backwards and I followed her never taking my hand from between her legs until we were both resting upon her SUV, a Chevrolet Tahoe.
With support from the SUV, she was able to spread her legs some, and leaned back on the car. I moved my head down and started sucking her right nipple through her wet t-shirt, while still moving my hand over her pussy.
We started to lose our balance as I was stroking her pussy, so I pulled her over and leaned her on the SUV.
She looked into my eyes and said, "I am a happily married woman."
I shoved my hand down inside her loose shorts and moved my middle finger deep into her pussy, that was wet and hairy.
She gasped and threw her head back and moaned, "please stop," she said. "Please stop."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to face me directly. I looked her dead in the eyes and asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"
She looked away. She was breathing very heavily.
I asked again, as my middle finger continued to move deeper and deeper into her wet, warm pussy.
Still she said nothing.
Then, with a low, soft voice, she said, "I am a Godly, Christian woman. I have never cheated on my husband. He is the only man that I have ever been with."
With that being said, I replied, "My finger is in your pussy, Holly. You don't seem very Godly right now."
She raised her hand and slapped me in the face, and I in return shoved another finger inside her hot little pussy.
She let out a loud grunt, and said, "Shit!"
It was then that I knew she was going to give up that married little pussy.
I started moving my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy faster and faster, as her hips moved to meet them.
Her breathing was getting faster and faster, and she was grunting more and more with every movement of my fingers.
"Does it feel good, Holly," I asked? "Do my fingers feel good in your little wet pussy?"
She looked up at me. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she tried to reply. "It...it...it feels good," she said in a very low whisper.
"I can't hear you, Bitch," I said with authority. "Tell me if it feels good, or not?"
She looked at me, shocked at being called a bitch.
"I am not a bitch," she managed to say with a little more authority.
"You are not only a bitch," I said, "but you are a cheating little bitch, aren't you? ...and it feels good, too, doesn't it, Holly?"
"Yes," she said a little louder, "yes, it feels good, but it shouldn't. It's wrong, so wrong."
I started moving my fingers even faster now, attacking her tight, wet pussy with all I had, moving my fingers in small circular motions as I moved in and out of her pussy.
Her hips started meeting my fingers with each stroke. Her breathing became even faster. I could tell she was close.
"Are you going to cum on my fingers, Holly?" I asked her. "Are you going to cum like a fucking whore?"
She didn't say a word. She just kept breathing faster and faster.
With that, I pulled my fingers out of her tight, soaking wet pussy, and pulled her around to face me.
"What are you doing," she asked. "Why did you stop?"
I looked at her and said, "You are not going to cum on my fingers. You are going to cum on my dick."
"No," she replied, trying to move away from me slowly. "I will not do any more of this. It's wrong."
I grabbed her by the shoulders as she was trying to walk away.
I threw her back up against the SUV, bent her over, and ripped her loose, wet shorts to the ground. She let out a small gasp, and uttered very firmly, "No!"
She wasn't wearing any panties, and her big, pale ass looked round and firm. Her big, hairy mound was showing a little between her nice, big, white ass cheeks, and her hips were thick and meaty.
I dropped my pants to ground, then took my rock hard cock and slapped her big, thick ass with it. I then rubbed my hard cock in between her legs and I could feel her wetness all over that hairy pussy.
I pulled her head back and whispered in her ear, "You are saying no, but your pussy is wet as hell, isn't it, Holly?"
There was just silence at first. Then she started shaking her head back and forth, and saying, "No, no, no...this is not right. This is so wrong."
