The Preachers Wife 11

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."

I kept slowly rubbing my hard cock between her ass cheeks, and all up against her wet pussy lips.

"Tell me to fuck you, Holly," I whispered in her ear. "Tell me you want my hard cock in your wet pussy."

She was trying hard to resist. In her head she knew it was wrong, but between her legs, her soaking wet pussy longed for my hard dick to penetrate her.

"I will not tell you that," she said. "I am a good Christian woman, the wife of a preacher, so if this happens, you will have to force me."

"If this happens," I replied. "Hell, it's already happening, bitch."

"But we can still stop," she said. "Please, lets just stop here."

I thought about what she had just said in my head for a moment, but my hard dick didn't think about it at all, and with that, I slid the head of my hard dick about half way in her tight, hairy pussy.

"Oh God. Oh my God," she moaned, as I kept slowly moving the tip of the head in and out of her wet pussy lips.

"You want me to force you, don't you, Holly?" I asked.

"No, no..." she just kept replying. "Please..."

With that, I pulled my hard cock back out from between her wet pussy lips.

She slowly turned her head around and looked back at me.

Her eyes made contact with mine just for a second, then she looked away.

I took my rock hard cock in left hand, spread her big ass cheeks with my other, and rammed balls deep into her tight, wet pussy with one long, hard stroke.

Her neck snapped back, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth was hanging wide open, and she let out a loud screaming, "Oh my fucking God!"

I started pounding that wet pussy with all I had immediately, in and out with wild, long, hard strokes.

Her big, pale ass was shaking and rippling with every stroke.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "What am I doing?"

I just kept up with the assault on her wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and really laid some dick to her.

She was supporting herself on the hood of the SUV, and started meeting my thrust. We started a good rhythm. I reached up and grabbed her ponytail, and pulled her head back to me.

I leaned over to her ear, and whispered," tell me to fuck you, Holly."

"You are already fucking me, you son of a bitch," she answered.

I pulled her hair harder, and reached around and slapped her face lightly.

"Tell me to fuck you, you little whore." I demanded.

"Fuck me, you asshole," she answered, sounding disgusted.

"That's it, bitch," I replied. "That's a good little whore."

Just then, as we were really getting a good rhythm again, I heard a loud noise. It was the garage door opening.

"Shit," Holly said, "It's Ben. He's back."

Holly started trying to get away from me, and was trying to pull her shorts up.

I grabbed her and pulled her over to the other side of the SUV, between the wall of the garage and the SUV. It was just enough room to squeeze into by some shelves. Then, we made our way over even more, so we would be hidden.

We could see through the windows of the SUV, as Ben pulled into the garage. Hopefully, he wouldn't see us.

As he pulled in, and parked, I couldn't help but notice that in all of the quick moving, Holly's shorts had slipped back down to her ankles again. She must be so scared that she doesn't even notice, I thought.

My dick was still hard, also, so I thought, what the hell, I slid my hard cock up to Holly's ass cheeks. She looked around very quickly, and gave me a go to hell look, as she had to be quiet with Ben now opening his car door.

I moved my hard dick in between her still wet pussy lips, and right back into that tight pussy.

Meanwhile, as the garage door is closing again, Ben got out of the car, and was standing at the door fumbling with his keys.

Holly and I were both watching him through the windows of the SUV, as I was slowly moving my hard cock in and out of Holly's pussy again, and she was also starting to meet my thrust.

Then, Ben turned around and opened the car door again. He leaned over and was looking for something. Thank God it was kind of dark in there with the garage door closed, or he might could see us.

I moved my hands up, and underneath Holly's shirt, and grabbed both of her big tits as I pumped her pussy from behind.

She actually moaned a little. I looked over real fast to see if Ben had heard her, but he was just closing the car door again, and moved quickly to open the door to the house, and went on inside.

"We are going to hell for sure," Holly said. "Ben was right there in front of us."

"And you didn't even care, did you, Holly?" I asked. "You just kept riding that dick, didn't you?"

"Shut up, you bastard," she replied. "I didn't want to do this."

"Because you are a good Christian woman, right?" I answered.

"I said to shut up," she replied.

So I did. I shut my mouth and started pumping that wet pussy harder.

"We have to stop. You need to leave. He is home now," she said.

"Please stop," she said as I was pumping harder and harder. "Please stop...please...please...please don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

With just a few hard, quick strokes of that pussy, she was ready to go again. I had hoped Ben hadn't heard her, as she had said that pretty loud.

Her big ass was really shaking now, and her pussy was soaking wet with juices. She was moaning all sorts of illegible obscenities.

I leaned over to her ear again and asked her, "are you speaking in tongues like a good little Christian girl?"

"Fuck me, you bastard," she said. "Fuck my little Christian pussy."

She really seemed to be out of her head as her orgasm was building. Her ass was meeting my thrust very hard now, and her breathing was getting heavier.

"That's it, you little cheating whore," I said, pushing her a little harder to get nasty. "You're just a little cheating God Damn Whore, aren't you, Holly?"

"Oh hell yeah," she said. "I am. I am a cheating God Damn Whore, and I am going to cum, you fucking bastard!

Her whole body was shaking. She was completely out of her head with pleasure as my hard cock hit her sweet spot over and over and over.

"Give it to me! Oh My Fucking God! Oh Hell Yeah! Do it to me! Do it!" she cried. "Give me all you got, Mother Fucker!"

I was pounding her pussy as hard as I could now. She was getting louder and louder. I leaned up to her ear again and said, "Shhh, what if your husband hears you?"

"To hell with him," she answered. "I am close! I am so fucking close! Give me all you've got."

"You want it, Bitch?" I asked. "You want all I got?"

"Hell Yeah, " she said. "Give me that fucking dick, you nasty bastard!"

"You are a little cheating slut, aren't you, Holly " I asked.

"Hell Yeah, " she said. "It feels good being a cheating slut!

I could tell she was about to cum, so I put my hand around her throat, and pumped that pussy as hard as I could.

"Oh God Damn!" she cried. "Oh God Dammit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"That's it, Bitch," I said. "Speak in tongues like a good little Christian girl."

She came hard again. Her body was shaking and shuddering.

Her nasty little mouth had me on the edge. I was close, and she could feel my hard cock swell inside her tight, wet pussy.

I could feel her pussy clench and tighten around my hard cock as she met my every thrust.

"Oh Hell Yeah, Bitch! I am close," I said, while pounding her harder and harder.

"Don't cum inside me," she begged. "I am not on birth control. I am not on anything."

"Ok," I said. "I won't."

"Promise me," she demanded. "Promise me you won't cum inside my pussy!"

"I promise," I told her. "I won't cum inside you!"

Our rhythm got faster and faster. Her ass was shaking wildly with each thrust of my cock.

I was getting closer and closer, and I could tell she was about to cum again. Her pussy was like a vice on my cock.

"Oh God Yes," she cried. "I am going to cum again! Oh Fuck Yeah!

"That's it, Bitch," I said, pulling her hair back tight. "I am going to breed you like a bitch in heat!"

"Oh God No," she cried. "You can't do that! Oh God, that feels so good! Oh God, what am I doing?"

Lust had overtaken her. She sounded confused. At this point, her primal urges were overtaking rational thought.

"What am I doing? God Damn," she cried, as she could feel my dick twitch and swell in her wet, tight pussy. "What are you doing? You promised!"

I grabbed her hips and drove my hard cock deep inside her, "Take it, Bitch," I yelled, as I shot rope after rope of hot, thick cum deep inside her unprotected pussy.