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!"

Roxanne closed her eyes and enjoyed the flashes of warmth that rushed across her lips when she bent down to brush across the velvety hot tip of his prick. Hot drops of pre-cum sizzled onto her chin. Oh, this is so good, she thought to herself. She remembered how Bill always wanted her to suck his beautiful cock – and she always said no. If only she would have known how wonderful it could be, sucking a juicy hot prick, she lamented. Oh, if only, if only…

But she had spent too much time crying over the past. And she had spent too much time thinking about the things she should have done while her husband was still alive. Yes, the Reverend was right. She should appreciate life! She should try and enjoy everything life had to offer her and her family. And that would be the best way to memorialize her dear departed husband.

Roxanne opened her mouth wide, straining her jaws to insure she was able to take in all of the minister's flaming-hot dick. He moaned ecstatically as she closed her wet lips around his smooth cock-tip, swirling her tongue around feverishly. Yes, this was Bill's dick she was sucking! Of course, she was doing this for Bill! Oh, this was fantastic, she thought. It was divine! She was going to give this frantic man the best suck-job she could – to make up for all those times she refused to heed Bill's desperate urges.

Life! Yes, Reverend Eugene was right. She was going to suck and slurp for all she was worth. It seemed so simple, this sucking celebration, she thought. So simple and so good! This is for you, Bill, she thought, saying a prayer just before sliding her frothing mouth down along the surging length of the minister's jerking prick-shaft.

"Aaaaaahhhhh, that's it, lady," he sighed. "Now, do it faster!"

Roxanne arched her throat at the right angle, taking his cock-head deep into the back of her blisteringly hot throat. She clamped her lips down tight, savoring the blissful sensations of his hot blood pumping into his thick prick-veins. Raking her sharp fingernails across his hairy inner thighs she brought her hands up to cup his taut ball-sac. She gently kneaded his tender balls, treating them like fragile eggs in a velvet pouch. Hot streams of pre-cum and spittle flowed down the shaft of the minister's cock, and Roxanne wasted no time working that sticky steamy mixture of sex-fluids into the whorled, wrinkled skin of his nut-sac. Soon, the furious slurping of her mouth was matched by the loud squishy sound of her squeezing fingers.

But Reverend Eugene wasn't the only one wallowing in the grips of a frenzied fuck-session. Roxanne, too, began creaming uncontrollably. Her cunt was heated up to the boiling point and pussy juice was flowing out between her legs steadily. Each time she bobbed down to take in the hill length of the minister's rock-hard dick, she felt a wave of blazing lust shoot all the way from the back of her throat straight into her dripping pussy channel. Her clit vibrated and itched so greatly, Roxanne was forced to rub her wet thighs together, trying to satisfy he growing urges.

"Mmmmmmphhhfff! Aaaaaphhhfff!" she grunted. The sucking widow desperately moaned her pleasure into the Reverend's swollen cock. The vibrations of her impassioned grunting thrilled him to the root of his gigantic cock. Sic could feel his cum beginning to surge and boil in his oversize balls.

Roxanne worked faster and faster, struggling to keep her mouth gripped tightly to his slippery prick as the Reverend bucked his hips up off the chair, trying to fuck her throat as deep as possible. She reached around and grabbed his clenching asscheeks for support, holding her face close to his sopping groin. Her nose was thrust into the soaked and matted bush of his cock-hairs, and each time she fought to take a breath of air, fuck-juices bubbled around her lips and nostrils.

The musky, spicy scent of his jism was causing her cunt to gush even more. It wasn't long before she was kneeling in hot sticky pussy-sauces which had run down her quivering thighs. Fuck-juices were also streaming down across her chin and along her throat where they flowed into the hidden space between her huge jiggling tits. Soon, her black dress was spotted with big circles of mucousy fuck-slime that caused the shiny material to appear purple.

Oh, she felt so good! To be wallowing in total frantic abandon seemed so right. This was it, she realized. To give yourself totally to your urges was the highest form of expression one could achieve. Oh, if only Bill could be here to share in this experience! But she understood that she would have to forget the past, for both her sake and for her family's sake. They might remember Bill in spirit, but it was their future they had to deal with. And it would be so easy – and wonderful – to deal with that future, she realized, if only they could learn to rejoice in life, and appreciate their abilities to give and receive pleasure.

Oh, the Reverend was such a good man! She sucked harder and harder, trying to prove to him just how well she understood his comforting philosophy. Of course she would suck the life out of him, and swallow it greedily – such a perfect communion!

The minister was hunching and pumping like a madman. Jolts of sheer animal intensity tippled through his loins as he smacked harder and harder into Roxanne's drenched face. Fuck-juices sprayed every which way each time he smacked against her, trying to thrust his achingly hard cock down her throat as far as he could.

Oh, this was so much fun, she thought. She felt like a little girl playing and frolicking without a care in the world. This is how life should be lived, she mused. Then she slurped with all her strength, trying to show Reverend Eugene that she knew exactly what he was talking about – that life was to be enjoyed, as fully as possible.

As Roxanne reached under the minister's madly flopping ball-sac, she eased her finger down the dark hairy tunnel of his ass-crack until she was teasing his clenching asshole with the tip of her sharp fingers working into the meaty pucker of his shitter-hole. She thought about how she would try and communicate her new joy in life to her family. They were taking her husband Bill's untimely death really hard. And she hated to see them grieving so deeply.

The Reverend continued to face-fuck her viciously, splattering hot fuck-juices about each time he slammed into her drenched lips. She swirled her fiery tongue faster and faster around his ramming cock-shaft and thought about how her family would soon be shedding their grief – and joining her in her new-found joyfulness.

When she forced her finger all the way up inside his wet greasy asshole, the minister groaned out loud and ecstatically. She could feel a great hot load of cum begin to boil and surge in the fat rubbery tube just beneath his tightening ball-sac.

"Yeah, baby, that's it! I'm almost there. Ohhhh, keep on sucking me!" he begged. "Finger me, my sweet child! Yaaaahhhh!"

They bucked and heaved wildly on the floor. His thighs smacked brutally against her shoulders, but Roxanne maintained a furious suction on the minister's swollen prick. Her head was practically buried in his hairy crotch. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to see past the thick paste of fuck-sauces that coated her face. That seemed to intensify her sense of smell. She inhaled deeply through her nose, relishing the murky male odor that wafted up richly from his balls and sopping pubic bush.

She ground her hot and moist pussy against Reverend Eugene's legs. Her clit was throbbing terribly hard and she knew it wouldn't be long before she had to stuff her greedy pussy full of good thick cock. All those years happy and sad, she had remained true to Bill's sleek pink prick. But that was certainly going to change. Roxanne felt as if she could take each and every cock of all the men there in the church. She needed to be fucked so badly! She needed the sorrow pummeled right out of her thrashing, big-titted body!

Taking the Reverend's sizzling cockhead deep into the back of her throat, Roxanne thought how ironic it was. Just on the other side of the rector walls were all the men she could ever need. But they were probably walking past Bill's coffin, totally caught up in the grips of misery, intimidated by death. And here she was, reveling in life, engaging in her own special form of worship, savagely sucking on Reverend Eugene's hard cock.

If only those sad men out there knew, she thought. If only they knew how simple it could be to be happy. Sure, Bill was gone, but that was no reason to be miserable. If anything, his death should make them appreciate life all the more!

She imagined all those men, all those burly muscular giants who had worked construction with her late husband – she imagined them all crashing through that door, knocking aside those dusty stacks of old hymnals and tearing off their black suits and armbands, and then ravaging her senseless! Her seething cunt gushed wave after wave of fresh pussy-sauce as she fantasized about all those men fucking her and sucking her and creaming all over her again and again. She felt herself about to come, so intense was her juicy fantasy. It was so vivid and powerful, and the images were so real and colorful, that she thought she was having a religious vision.

The fire in her simmering cunt demanded attention. Roxanne gave the Reverend's thrusting cock one last ferocious suck and then spit out his long prick-shaft sloppily. She yanked her finger out of his spasming asshole and then squeezed his wet glistening dick in her fist. With her other hand, she wiped the seething fuck-sauces from her face. Then she grabbed his cock with two hands, yanking it mercilessly.

"Came on, you big stud!" she spat. "It's time to fuck! Get up off your holy ass and stick your cock in me! Now!"

The minister looked up at her dumbfounded.

His cock twitched out of control, pre-cum oozing steadily from his rosy red prick-tip. Fuck juices streamed down his glistening cock-shaft. The vine-like tangle of veins that encircled his pulsating prick bulged and quivered as his racing heart pumped fresh bursts of blood into his aching dick. His belly and thighs were covered with a thick glassy sheen of spit and pre-cum. His legs twitched nervously and he clenched his asscheeks tight.

"Come on!" he yelled. "You can't stop now! I was just about ready to bust my nuts!" In frustration, he wiped thick rivulets of sweat from his forehead.

But Roxanne knew just what she wanted, and she yelled back, "Shoot it inside me, damnit! I want you to fuck me now!"

Roxanne's voice was high-pitched and brimming with urgency. Flopping down on her back, she raised her black dress and pulled it back around her waist. She slid her long fingers slowly along her thighs, across her frilly black garter belt. With one frantic hand, she yanked her panties aside, revealing the sopping wet fur of her cuntal bush. With her other hand, she reached down and parted her puffed-up pussy-lips. Prying her juicy cunt-flaps open with two fingers, she massaged her itching clit with her thumb.

Her tiny pink fuck-hole was in full view of the agitated minister. He held still for a moment, his cock wiggling rhythmically. His tongue idled loosely as he watched delicious stream of cunt sauce pour out of her pussy-tunnel.

"Please, put your cock in me! Run it in deep! Ream me out, please! Ohhhh, I want to share this moment with you so bad!" she pleaded.

Reverend Eugene scrambled to his knees and shuffled up between her widespread legs. He gripped his mighty, blood-swollen cock in his fist, holding his burning cock-flesh away from the sweep of his funeral robes. Hunching over, he aimed his cherry-red cock-tip straight at Roxanne's succulent, sappy pussy.

"Yes, put it in me now! Please! I need it so bad!" she pleaded frantically, flipping her head from side to side, causing her huge tits to flop and jiggle beneath her tight-fitting dress.

The minister reached down and ripped her panties aside, tearing them savagely. The shredded nylon fabric dangled from one of her lace-covered garter straps. Grunting with animal intensity, he plunged into her slavering cunt with one ferocious lunge. Just like that, his hard prick was shoved balls-deep into her scorching hot pussy-channel. He quickly began ramming his cock into her as hard and as deep as he could.

"Oh, that's it!" she shrieked. "Thank you, ohhhhhhh, thank you!"

Roxanne bowed her long slender legs and wrapped them around the Reverend's heaving backside. His flowing robes felt cool against her inner thighs – but his cock was setting her dripping cunt on fire! She squeezed her arms around his neck and locked him tight against her heaving body. She held him as tight as she could, wishing she could pull his thrusting, bucking body all the way inside her.

The fucking was so good and hot that she could hardly believe it. Never hod it been this way with Bill. It seemed to her that the Reverend was somehow making up for those long years of unsatisfying sex she endured with her late husband. It wasn't that she never was fulfilled by Bill. He was a gentle, understanding man who had brought her much happiness. But, while Reverend Eugene barbarously throttled her cunt, one thing became clear to her – some men knew how to love, and some men knew how to fuck!

There was no way to tell the minister how grateful she was for his furious fucking. Words seemed so inadequate, so useless. The only way to communicate her ecstasy was for her to fuck back at him with every fiber of her frenzied being. Faster and faster she thrashed beneath him, wishing her sopping cunt was a big wet mouth which could swallow him and his raw aging cock whole. Harder and harder she slammed her pussy-mound against his pubic bone, threatening to pulverize him into dust. Oh, dust to dust, ashes to ashes… her mind was reeling out of control. Each time he pounded her, it seemed as if he was knocking her thoughts right out of her head. Her mind was nothing more than a great glowing red and gold swirl of delicious, passionate sensuality.

"Yaaagggghhhh! Fuck me! So good! Aaaaaeeee!" she shrieked.

She could feel his fat cock swelling up with his gigantic load of molten cum. His prick was so bloated it stretched her pussy-walls to the limit. Deeper and deeper he fucked, bashing his fist-sized cock-head into the thin membrane at the far end of her cunt-channel. Their bellies slapped together as they fucked feverishly. His huge ball-sac smacked against her slippery asscheeks each time he jammed his big prick into her pussy. Fuck-juices splattered out when their bodies collided.

"Yeah, woman, I'm gonna come!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna shoot it, yeahhhhhh!"

"Do it!" she pleaded. "Drown me with your hot load!"

She felt the Reverend's body go rigid. He held his head up and his eyes rolled back. His tongue waned out of control in his gaping mouth. Then his hips began quivering a mile a minute, shoving his prick into her with super-human intensity. He was in the all-encompassing grip of his climax, rabbit-fucking her like a man possessed. The floor vibrated from the force of their trembling, quaking bodies. Books tumbled off the shelf and a small religious statue tipped over on the Reverend's desk.

Then she felt the first searing blast of his jism. His cock began spurting sticky eruptions of cum into her clenching pussy-channel. He heaved and moaned on top of her, drooling long strands of spittle across her face. As he fought to control his spasming body, his cock slipped out of her drenched cunt. He squirted jets of jism into the air wildly. The hot sticky stuff arched up and then splashed down onto her belly and across her face. Gobbets of his cum sizzled against her sweaty flesh.

The Reverend rolled over on his side, exhausted. His robe was all wrinkled and splattered with cum and pussy-cream. He breathed raggedly, trying to catch his breath.

But an insistent itch still nagged at her wringing wet cunt. The minister had finished too soon and she still needed desperately to come. So Roxanne thrust her fingers into her wet pussy and began finger-fucking herself to satisfaction. With her other hand, she smeared the hot starchy blobs of the Reverend's cum all around her quivering belly. Then she forced her fingers up under the soft fabric of her bra cups and began squeezing her hard nipples coating her tit buds with gooey fuck sauces.

It wasn't long before she began coming. Her hips humped up off the floor and then her wide asscheeks smacked down hard into the seething puddle of pussy-sauces. Her hand was shoved inside her cunt and she was tweaking her nipples rabidly.

Her body jackknifed as the first overpowering wave of orgasm slashed through her. She doubled over in exquisite agony, rubbing her knuckles back and forth over her pulsating clit.

"Yaaaaiiiigggghhhh!" she groaned. "Oh, yes, [missing text]."

She moaned and bellowed, practically shaking the walls of the little rectory. As she wailed louder, Roxanne actually drowned out the sound of the huge pipe organ in the church next door. But it felt so fucking good – so gritty and feverishly wonderful – that she couldn't stop. She was totally caught up in the throes of her climax and it was all she could do to ride it out, flopping madly on the fuckjuice-soaked carpet.

As one final gut-wrenching spasm gripped her, Roxanne arched her ass up frantically, aiming her convulsing pussy at the ceiling. Then she collapsed on top of the Reverend, resting her cheek against the cool fabric of his black silk robe. She inhaled the rich, musky odor that permeated the tiny room and then sighed deeply. She couldn't believe how satisfied she felt, having gorged herself on hot steamy sex. It felt as if she were sailing along on a soft fluffy cloud, just drifting and drifting.

Oh, Bill, she sighed to herself. I'm going to be all right. Everything's going to be fine. We'll make it, me and the kids, we'll be okay. She only wished that Bill could be alive just long enough to share in the new pleasures she had discovered. But then she realized that she would never have received such a good fucking at the hands of the Reverend if Bill hadn't died. Roxanne bit her lip, thinking how unfair life could be.

Snapping out of her blissful afterglow for a moment, Roxanne realized how quiet it seemed all of a sudden. The only sound she could hear was the slow deep breathing of the minister at her side. What happened to the organ music? she wondered. What happened to the muffled sounds of the mourners just outside the rectory?

Then the doorknob turned slowly and the door swung open wide. Her teenage son Dave stood there staring, his mouth hanging wide open. Her young twin daughters, Sandy and Candy, stood on either side of their older brother. Sandy dropped the little bouquet of flowers she had been holding. Candy looked away, covering her tear-streaked streaked face. A crowd of people dressed in somber-colored clothes stood behind the teenagers. They looked on in disbelief. One woman screamed and then fainted.

The groggy Reverend raised up to look at his parishioners and then flopped back down, burying his head in his cum-stained arms.

For some, strange reason, Roxanne just smiled lewdly, making no attempt to hide her raw, mushy, juice-splattered pussy. Then she started laughing and laughing and laughing…