Church Lady“THE CHURCH LADY”OH…MY…GOODNESS! What a sexy lady. Love her hair and her alabaster pale complexion. She’s got my cock standing proud and tall. (Published by bluesbarn1, Pretty Young Things 65) 6 She actually reminds me of a friend’s wife that I fucked for almost a year back in the 80’s. They showed up at my church one Sunday morning and I instantly fell in love with her when I watched her walking down the aisle. She was with her husband and two small k**s. She was wearing a sundress with a low-cut back and full flowing skirt. It was shorter than the normal length worn by the other “church ladies.” It was early spring and she was sporting a lot of skin, but her pale bareback and bare legs were sexy as all get out!” I was sitting a couple of rows behind her and on the opposite side of the center aisle. She was in the aisle seat and I could see her thighs as her skirt would ride up from crossing and uncrossing her legs. Luckily my wife was working in the nursery because I had a huge boner for the entire service. All I could think about was how much I wanted to masturbate for her and show her how much she turned me on. That would be demonstrated by how far my cum would squirt! The longer I sat there, the more uncomfortable I got. I could feel the inside of my own thighs getting wet from my precum. I desperately needed to get somewhere so I could masturbate. It finally got the best of me and I slipped out the back door of the church about halfway through the sermon. I went straight out to my car, in the parking lot, pulled my slacks and skivvies down to my ankles, and stroked and edged until I had a massive orgasm. We eventually became good friends and I was always finding excuses to “pop” by their house, after which I would drive around the block to the parking lot at the nearby Middle School so I could masturbate. Then I would drive home and fuck my own wife like a madman, all the while imagining I was bostancı escort fucking my friend’s wife. About two years into our friendship her husband went on a business trip. So, I stopped by one evening under the premise to check on her and the k**s to make sure they were all right. We ended up getting into a conversation about some things that weren’t going to well for their marriage and that opened the door for me to console her; which is something a self-respecting male would steer clear of. But I was not self-respecting. Every time I would see her, I would get a throbbing hard-on getting a hard-on. And as soon as I left her house, I would drive around the block to the Middle School parking lot and masturbate. This particular afternoon we, me and¬¬¬ her, were sitting on the sofa when she started to tear up while opening up to me. I reached over and put my hand on her bare knee, something I had been wanting to do since the first time I saw her that day in church. The more I comforted her with words, the higher my hand went above her knee. And the higher my hand went, the wetter my own thighs became. When my fingers slid up under her skirt, she got really quiet and just stared at me. When my hand slid down, from the top of her thigh to her inner thigh, she sighed and I knew I had her. When my fingers pushed past the elastic of her panties around her leg, she sighed again. When my two fingers penetrated her pussy, she cooed like a dove right before we kissed. She moaned and said, “Oh my,” when I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper and released my throbbing hard cock. We fucked twice that afternoon. Once on that very sofa, where I finally got to see her sexy tits. I got way more than I paid for, HA, when I untied the spaghetti strap from around her neck and pulled her dress down, followed by unhooking her front-hook bra and pulling it off of her lily-white sancaktepe escort breasts. She surprised me with puffy nipples, just like the model above. I wasted no time in taking those beautiful nipples in my mouth and suckling her like a baby. By the time my cock penetrated her pussy, she was twisting both nipples. The twisting turned into pulling by the time I reached the edge and stopped thrusting. I did the “stop & go” pattern with her around five or six times. She had the look of pure lust in her eyes when I told her I was going to cum and immediately followed with the question, “Where do you want me to cum?” My cock started to pulsate when I heard her softly speak the words, “Anywhere you want to!” I was hoping she would say, “Inside of me!” But when I heard those words come from her sexy lips, I had a brief thought about cumming on her face and in her beautiful long hair. But she felt so wonderfully warm inside that I let go of my load inside of her, squirting every time I would thrust into her utmost depths. Her tongue was dancing in my mouth as I emptied my balls into her. I kissed down her neck, through the valley of the twin sisters, and right over her clit; ending at her small, puckered hole. She gasped when my tongue slid back up her slit and went to work on her clit. I think she was having a mental struggle with violating the sanctity of her marriage, so it took almost an hour of working on her sex with my tongue, lips, and fingers before her body started to tremble and then shake. Her screams let me know she was having a very intense experience. She was still hypersensitive when the swollen head of my cock slipped once again through the tightness of her pussy lips. She moaned with every thrust, almost sounding in pain. But when I pulled out, rolled her over, pulled her hips up until she was on her knees and started to pound her, she only said, “Harder!” zeytinburnu escort I never heard the word, “No, Easy, or Stop.” When I was just a whisper away from ejaculating, I pulled out, rather abruptly, and said, “Turn around!” She did a quick 180 and engulfed my dark pink cock all the way to the root, sucking with urgency in an effort to bring me off. I sensed she was expecting to take my load in her mouth, possibly swallowing it, but I had other plans. As I felt my semen start its journey up my shaft I pulled away from her mouth, gripped my cock and started to masturbate it. My core muscles contracted and she opened her mouth wide, but I stopped stroking right at the point-of-no-return. I did this over and over, losing track of the number of times. It surprised both of us when a massive rope shot out and splashed against her forehead. One after another, the ropes kept coming until she was covered with my pearly white seed. Her hair had three or four large strips. Her cheeks, top of her shoulders and her tits were all covered. She started wiping my semen up with her fingers and then licking her them off with her tongue. She looked so hot, with her hair all full of cum, that I couldn’t resist and I bent down and slid my tongue into her mouth.I checked on her every afternoon, for the remainder of the week. Of course, her husband never knew I was making sure his bride was safe! We carried on, meeting at hotels, or my place, for almost a year before we felt like her husband was getting suspicious. She was fucking both of us. I often got sloppy seconds. A few times she came home, straight from getting fucked by me, and her husband would fuck her, almost before she could get her jacket off. On those occasions, she would tell him she was thinking about getting fucked when he got home and that’s why her pussy was so wet. A couple of times, after being with me and having had ten or twelve orgasms from a combination of my fingers, her fingers and a magic wand, she even told him she had started thinking about getting fucked by him and getting so horny that she masturbated so she could be nice and sensitive when he got home and entered her. He never seemed to question that explanation as to why her clit was beet red and swollen!