Robert Stewart's voice rose up in indignation. He was preaching about the wages of sin, really pounding the podium as he made his point. There was no audience in front of him. Only the lenses of the two cameras.
Angelica was watching her husband from her usual seat just behind and to the right of the evangelist. The only others that were within range of the cameras were the row of serious faces of the elders of the church. Any other morning, the big-titted wife of the preacher would have been worded about how the broadcast was going. This Sunday, she had other things on her mind.
Sitting where she was, Angelica could only see the heads of the row of elders. The only person she could see fully was the young man running camera two. It was Brother Brad, the man that Angelica had talked to last night before her husband had so rudely sent her away. The man who had felt sorry for Angel.
After the wild fucking by the two construction men, the pretty brunette woman had gone home. Robert showed up about a half an hour later. She had showered away the signs of her passion before getting into bed with him. She just rolled over and fell asleep.
The morning after her sinful rutting with the two strangers, Angelica felt wonderful. She had slept like a baby. A good hard fuck was just what she needed to make her feel so much better. For the first time, she was noticing how nice the young man behind the camera looked. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his tight jeans.
Wearing a special dress, Angelica crossed her legs after making sure that the camera was focused on her husband. The dress was shorter than her husband liked. He called it flaunting her womanly appeal for the sex fiends watching.
The elders had outvoted the preacher. The shorter dressed stayed. Angelica was happy about that now. As she crossed her legs slowly, she watched Brother Brad's eyes flicking downward. She could feel the material of her dress sliding up over her thighs.
With a naughty smile on her face, the preacher's wife let her legs fall open slightly. From Brad's position below the stage, he was staring right up between her legs.
The young man gasped as he saw Reverend Stewart's wife staring at him. She couldn't be doing that on purpose, he thought as her beautiful legs parted slightly. Then he looked up and saw that Angelica knew about his staring. She was looking right at him. He blushed. She only smiled and spread her legs more. Openly gawking at the lewd sight of her thighs as she parted them wider, Brad caught the quick flash of lacy blue as her panties came into his view.
"Camera two!" He heard the hissing whisper coming from the set of headphones. "Watch your centering."
"Got it," he answered.
Startled, Brad looked back at his monitor. All he had of the preacher was the top of his head and one hand waving in the air. Brad was broadcasting a picture of Reverend Stewart that made him look like a man doing an imitation of Hitler instead of an evangelist spreading the gospel.
As the ending credits rolled past on the monitor screen, Angelica sat like the prim and proper lady she had always been, until last night. She knew that she had gotten Brother Brad in trouble. As the director came running out of the booth, she tried to think of a way of fixing it for him.
Three different men were yelling at poor Brother Brad as the program ended. Robert was red-faced from screaming after he saw the replay.
Angelica walked up to the group when the screaming finally stopped.
"Robert, you've been right all along, darling. I can see that now."
"I have?" he said.
"I haven't been paying enough attention to the work that you do," she went on, knowing how much he loved having his ego stroked. "I've been letting you down. No longer. I'm going to take more interest in the broadcast. I'll speak to the cameraman about this. You're much too important to the church to be taking the time to correct his work habits. Let me speak to him about doing better."
Robert nodded, not quite knowing what to make of his young wife's sudden interest.
"I am the church's counselor," she pointed out. "If I can advise the young couples before they marry, I should be able to handle a small problem with the staff."
"Fine," he said, giving in to her suggestion. "Take care of it, Angelica."
"May I use your office?" she asked. "I need somewhere quiet for about an hour to speak to the young man. If you need it, I can go somewhere else."
"I suppose," he mumbled, his mind already on other matters as he walked away.
As Robert waved her away, Angelica motioned for Brother Brad to follow her. She locked the office door behind her as he stood in front of the big desk.
"You got in trouble," she said, a broad smile appearing on her face as she walked in front of the young man.
"I'm… sorry, Sister."
"No, Brad," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I got you into this, and I'm going to see to it that you aren't punished. At least, not too severely."
"Thank you… uh, Sister," he stammered. "But you've got to do better, honey," she said. "No matter what the distraction, you've got to stay with the camera. That's your job."
"Some distractions are hard to ignore," he whispered, seeing the naughty look on Angelica's pretty face.
"That's no excuse," she went on, the idea forming in her mind making her grin from ear to ear. "Maybe I should practice with you, Brad. To make sure that you can keep your mind on business, no matter what happens around you. We wouldn't want you losing your job, would we, Brad? Not just for looking."
"No," he agreed.
Angelica scooted up close to the young man. She let her hands run up his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt and starting to loosen his tie.
"Pretend that you're on camera," she cooed. "Keep looking right at the picture on the wall. That's your subject. Na matter what, keep fixed on the picture."
Teasing the young man, Angelica looked down at his crotch. He had gotten such a hard-on when she had spread her legs. It was back. Bigger than ever. Her fingers drifted down, getting closer and closer to that bulge in his jeans.
"Sister Angelica!" he gasped.
"You must be uncomfortable," she whispered, fondling his throbbing cock. "Having to keep a camera running with this big thing trapped like that."
"I-I guess," he stammered.
Angelica slowly unzipped the fly of Brad's pants and reached inside. Her fingers worked through the opening to his shorts, clutching his hot, throbbing cock.
Brad trembled, still not sure if he was being tested or seduced.
As she licked her luscious lips, Angelica yanked his hunk of cock-meat out into the open. She gazed down at it. The boy was built like a stallion! It was the biggest prick she had ever seen.
"Ooooh, Lord!" she whispered, giving his huge prick a squeeze. "That's a big one!"
"Oooooh, Sister!"
"Someone up there likes you." She giggled, wriggling her fingers around the inflamed hardness of his cock-meat as she stared up at the tall young man to see if he was still watching the picture. "He surely blessed you with something to be proud of, Brad."
The cock in her hand was oozing a steady flow of slippery pre-cum that made her fingers slick and wet. The feel of his throbbing hard-on was getting something else wet. Angelica's tight little pussy was drenched. His shyness only added to her thrill. She boldly cupped his balls in her hand as she tightened her gripping fist around his lovely big cock.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as a river of his juicy prick-fluids ran over her fingers. "Are you paying attention to your camera, baby? Are you ignoring the distractions?"
"No," he groaned.
"I can tell." She giggled.
The shocked young man looked down at the voluptuous preacher's wife. He wanted to grab her and fuck the shit out of the beautiful teasing woman, but the whole situation was so weird.
This sexual situation was so different from any Angelica had ever had. With Robert, it was crawl on top and fuck. A few strokes, and he would be finished. The only other experience was with the two construction workers. They hadn't really forced her to submit to their desires, but she wasn't in charge of the situation, either. This time, it was Angelica making all of the moves. She felt powerful. The raging hard-on sticking out of his open fly was hers to do with as she wished. This young man was quivering with desire.
"Your cock is making my hand wet," she whispered into Brad's ear, her sweet tongue following the words as she stood on tiptoes.
"Oooooh, God!" he stammered.
"Let me fix it for you," she purred.
Raising her fingers to her mouth, the horny young woman licked off the slippery pre-cum juices from her fingers. Brad gasped in awe.
Licking her lips to get every drop, Angelica again reached down for his thick hard-on.
"I'll bet you've got more of this sweet stuff in there for me, Brother Brad," she teased, dropping to her knees in front of the stunned young cameraman.
"I-I suppose!" he groaned.
Angelica took his huge hard cock in her soft hand, leaning over to give it a long, lingering kiss right on the leaking tip of his piss-slit. As she pulled away, a naughty string of his wetness connected them. It stretched as she moved farther back, finally breaking when it got too long to hold up any longer. A male muskiness rose up from his crotch as she wantonly used her tongue on Brad's prick, tickling her way down the underside of his cock-shaft until reaching his balls.
"Oooooh, Sister!"
"Try to control yourself, baby," she cooed, nibbling playfully along the wonderful hardness of his cock. "Remember. You're on camera."
The shimmering beauty began swirling her tongue in teasing licks over every inch of his steel-hard prick. She was really enjoying this. For the first time in her life, she was allowing her hot passions to surface without feeling guilty about it.
Opening her baby-soft lips, the preacher's wife found the dripping tip of his stiff boner, her tongue touching his cock-head. Slowly, inch by inch, she took in as much as she could of his massive monster prick. His hairy balls were heavy in her palm as she gulped in another inch of his tasty thickness.
"Oooooh, Jesus!" he sobbed.
Brad felt his belly tightening into knots as the wife of the man that ran his church opened her mouth and slid her warm moist lips down over his hot hard prick. She eased down so slowly, taking him deeper and deeper and deeper. The sensations were so warm and wet and wild. Finally stopping, she started an erotic up and down movement with her pretty head that brought those ovaled lips and flicking tongue over his purple-headed hardness like something from his teenaged dreams.
Wanting more room to work, Angelica opened his belt and pulled his pants down. She reached up to drag down the shorts that were tangled around the long stiff hunk of his beautiful prick. His balls hung down low from the hairy sac, looking like they contained gallons of hot cum for her. She remembered swallowing the construction worker's hot jism, and she wanted more. More men. More cocks.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as her mouth came free of his meaty, pulsing prick-head. "You did well, Brad. Very well. I think that I can tell my husband that you will never be distracted from your duties again. You passed."
"God," he groaned, thinking that she was going to leave him in this aroused state.
"Don't worry, baby." She giggled, seeing the frustration in his eyes as she caressed her way up his body. "You'll get off."
Standing back up in front of the hard-cocked man, Angelica had plans for his jerking hard-on. She reached under her dress, tugging at her panties. As the soaking-wet blue material came over her ankles, she placed one hand on his chest to balance herself. He was shaking with lust.
With her best teasing smile, Angelica took the bottom of her dress and raised it up over her hips. The furry junction between her legs came into his view. Backing up a few feet, she scooted her naked ass up on her husband's desk. Not caring that she was about to commit a sin on the same spot where her husband worked on each day's sermon, she fell back and spread her legs.
She wiggled her finger toward him. "Come here."
Quaking in his shoes, the young cameraman did as she asked. He came up close, his eyes locked on the wicked and exciting sight of Sister Angelica's hot pussy.
"Touch it," she whispered.
He reached out. His hands opened her swollen pussy-lips, one finger running up into her hot wetness to circle in the tight tunnel of her cunt. He went to his knees between her open legs.
Angelica remembered what Earl had called it after he licked over her hot wetness – pussy. Brad's fingers entered her most secret spot – pussy. Men called it her pussy.
"Yes," she hissed. "Just like I did for you, baby. Kiss it! Oooooh, yes! Kiss my wet pussy, Brad!"
Kneeling before the half-naked woman, Brad spread her bare thighs even wider apart. He stared at the hairy furrow of passion as she gyrated her ass on the desk-top. He was doing some shivering of his own from the way he felt. The combination of horny thrills and fear of getting caught was mixing into an overwhelming sensation for the young man.
He plunged his stiffened tongue directly into the hotness of her slippery smooth fuck-hole, hearing her lusty squeal.
"Oooooh!"
The sensation of having her hot pussy licked yesterday had spurred Angelica's imagination. She wanted to feel a man's tongue working on her pussy-flesh, and now it was happening.
Young Brad was kissing and sucking and using his tongue like a small prick as he fucked it in and out of her wet cunt. Tingles of wild passion shot up through her senses from the feel of his lips brushing across her erect clit as he wetly sucked at it.
Undulating her wet pussy against his face, the pretty preacher's wife was getting his face all wet with her sweet cunt-juices. It didn't bother Brad. Not one bit. He just dove in deeper, staring at the pink wetness whenever he came up for a breath of air. He had a nice view. She was wide open, the clenching of her inner fuck muscles obvious as the velvety smoothness of her fuck-hole sucked back at his tongue as he plunged it in as far as he could reach.
"Yes!" she hissed. "So good, baby! Lick it! Ooooh, lick my pussy so nice, Brad!"
Angelica was digging her fingers into his shortly cropped hair as Brad eagerly tonguefucked her moist, soft pussy. The delicious juices were flowing into his mouth. Using his tongue in long, teasing swipes from close to her asshole all the way up to her clit, he was bringing squeals of delight from the preacher's wife.
"I love it!" she panted. "God! How I love this! Do it! Do me more, Brad! Don't ever stop?"
Brad had no intention of stopping now. He had her right on the edge, feeling her body quivering as he watched her face. He tongued her long hard clit faster and faster, seeing that his change was making her moan even louder. Knowing that she was really close, he slowed to drive her crazy.
"That's so wonderful!" she moaned.
The big-titted woman panted as his tongue circled slowly around the center of her pussy. He knew exactly where her clit was, and he was stroking the swollen bud with the tip of his moist tongue. It was so wonderful. He seemed to know exactly what to do to keep her right on that awesome wavering spot between coming and needing to feel an orgasm so badly. It was too much. Almost too much for Angelica to take. She felt her hot pussy creaming down over his face, the sweetly scented oils smearing his face as she humped up and down in time with the steady flicking rhythm of his tongue.
Brad thumbed back the cunt flesh from around her clit. His lips dropped down around the sensitive jutting tip of her clit, sucking and rubbing and licking until Angelica thought she was going to pass out from the awesome feelings she was feeling. The tip of his tongue flicked out. He found the perfect spot. Just on the nerve-endings of her sensitive clit-bud. Three or four rapid, hard flicks, and then he sucked hard.
"Coming!" she squealed, fighting back another high-pitched scream. "I'm coming, Brad! Keep sucking my clit baby! Oooooh, God! You're making me come so nice! Ooooh! Ooooh!"
Feeling the beautiful woman going limp on the desk-top, Brad slowly and gently licked her back down to earth. Her hands were now caressing his cheeks. It was almost a minute before she could speak.
Sliding to the floor beside him, Angelica kissed the young man. She tasted her own juices on his lips. Her own pussy-juices. That tangy flavor made her moan softly.
"Mmmmm! You have a gift, Brad. That had to come from heaven. Nothing else could feel so wonderful. I loved it!"
"So did I," he said, his cock still as hard as a rock and throbbing wildly. He was hoping that this sex session wasn't over now that she had come. "Your pussy is sweet."
Angelica pulled the dress over her head. She hadn't worn a bra.
"Wait 'til you feel how tight it is," she said, anxious to feel another man fucking her pussy.
"What are you doing!" he gasped, looking at the big pair of tits that the preacher's wife had just exposed to him.
"Getting ready to let you fuck me," she whispered, guiding his hands to her marvelous tit-mounds.
"Oooooh, my God!"
"You didn't think that I was really going to let you get away without getting you off, did you, Brad?"
"I was beginning to wonder."
"You can stop," she said. "I want to fuck. I want to fuck you, Brother Brad."
"And I want to fuck you, little Sister," he groaned.
As he quickly ripped off his shirt and removed his pants and shoes, Angelica lay down on the thick carpet. She was on her back, her knees raised as she waited for Brad to come to her. She knew that she looked like a slut. She didn't care. She was a slut. A horny, cock-loving slut. She grabbed his thick hard cock as he crawled up over her voluptuous naked body. It was still big. Big and hard.
"I don't know how it's going to fit," she whispered.
"It will," he assured her, bringing his chest down gently to rest on that pair of marvelous tits. "It'll fit. Just take it slow, Angel. Nice and slow and easy."
"Ooooh, baby!" she cooed. "You called me Angel. Yes, I like that, Brad. I want you to fuck me. Fuck your angel with this big beautiful cock of yours! Make her happy!"
Angelica grasped the thick shaft and guided the leaking head of his huge boner into the mouth to her creamy, dripping cunt. She screwed her hips forward, taking about an inch of the massive thickness into her tight hot fuckhole. It lodged there, allowing her to pull her hand away. She wanted it. God, did she want it! She couldn't wait for Brad to fuck her.
He pushed his cock.
She couldn't wait. Humping her hips to excite him, Angelica succeeded in getting him to shove harder into her soaking wet pussy.
"Yes!" she hissed as his boner slithered into her tight fuck-hole. "Stick it in me, baby! Give it to me! Ooooh, God! Let me feel your cock!"
Between their fucking motions, the young couple crammed every inch of his big hard cock up into Angelica's tight pussy. Her cunt muscles stretched and adjusted on each short stroke. In less than twenty seconds, she was wrapped totally around his long stiff hard-on. She had been right. Fucking was heaven.
His next stroke bottomed out deep inside the depths of her soft hot pussy.
"Mmmmm!" Angelica moaned, sucking on the young man's tongue as her face turned up to his.
The young cameraman fucked in harder. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to last. The lewd sight of the preacher's wife on her back was too much for him. Her big soft titties were jiggling against his chest, the force of his fucking making the mounds of creamy white flesh move so seductively. Two hard nipples pressed into his chest as she used her fantastically tight pussy to milk his driving hard-on each time he pulled it out of her silky cunt-hole.
As Brad pushed up on his arms, the change in position placed his hard cock-shaft right on the erect tip of Angelica's clit. She gasped with pleasure, arching her luscious body to rub harder against his cock.
She loved it – the feel of his breathing as he fucked her for the first time, his weight over her, his hands on her body, his cock inside her. It was so much more exciting than fucking her husband. This was living. She never wanted it to end. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. Forever. She could never get enough of fucking.
"Yes!" she hissed. "God, this is so nice, baby! It's so big up inside me! I can feel it jerking as you fuck me!"
Brad let out a lusty growl, starting to pound his prick into the big-titted preacher's wife.
Angelica was right on the edge of coming.
The change in his fuck-movements brought her over that ragged edge and into the wonderland of passion once more. She felt her swaying tits brushing against his chest as he fucked her with powerful strokes, the nipples aching with desire as they brushed against his skin.
"Oooooh!" Brad gasped.
The overwhelming excitement of fucking the preacher's wife had gotten to Brad. He fought off an orgasmic, primitive yell as the load of cum inside his balls burst out. Molten cum sprayed in a massive jet up into Angelica's tight pussy.
"Yes!" she hissed, biting down on her lower lip. "I feel it! Ooooh, baby! I feel your cum shooting up into me! God! Oooooh, God! Yes! Squirt it to me, Brad! Squirt your hot cum in my pussy! Fuck the shit out of me!"
Riding the waves of her orgasm, Angelica worked her hot cunt to take every drop of his cum-load. It must have been a long time for him. He filled her hot pussy to overflowing with his hot juices. Squirt after squirt of the steamy liquid streamed into her silky cunt. The naughty feel of his warm cum dripping down into the crack of her ass made Angelica smile as she looked up into his eyes.
"Yes," she whimpered softly a few lovely minutes later. "You do have a gift."
"Thanks," he panted. "That was really nice, Angel."
"Angel," she whispered as she snuggled with the young cameraman on the floor in her husband's office. "I like that. I like being your angel, Brad. Let's do this again!"
Brad smiled.
"But we better get up," she whispered. "The morning sermon starts pretty soon. We're gonna be late."
"God!" he exclaimed, looking at his watch. "It starts in less than two minutes! We've got to hurry!"
"I don't think Robert would understand us running out with your pants down and my dress up." She giggled. "So we better get dressed, first."
It was quite a sermon for Angelica. She sat in a pool of cum that was dripping steadily into her panties, thinking that her husband would never stop preaching. She wiggled her ass. All she could see as she closed her eyes was Brad's expression as he came. That lovely look of passion. That lovely feel as he shot his jizz up into her willing pussy.
Her mind wasn't on what her husband was saying as he stood a few feet from her and lectured the crowd on morality, but the smile on her face lasted as long as the sermon.