The new preacher from the local small town church would come by every week to visit my mother, and he'd bring his son. It turns out he was fucking my mother in the kitchen every week, while his son was fucking me out by the pond... still the greatest summer of sex ever.
I grew up in the 1960’s on a little farm outside the small town of Dozier, Alabama... a tiny rural community tucked away in the southern part of the state... nearly an hour and half south of Montgomery.
We didn’t have much of a farm... just two cows and a few chickens... so my father had a regular job working at the grain processing plant about forty minutes away in Goshen, which left my mother and me to do what was needed around the house and barn... mostly just feed the animals, milk the cows, and gather eggs from the chicken coop every day.
It was a relatively meager and isolated existence for the most part... our closest neighbor was over half a mile away... so I grew up rather introverted and shy, with very limited socializing opportunities outside of church and school.
Every Sunday my parents drove us into Dozier for weekly services at the town’s local chantry, after which we’d always stop off at the general store to re-stock the necessary food and sundries for the house.
Every weekday during the school year I’d catch the bus at the end of our long dusty driveway, then endure the tedious ride through the farms and ramshackle houses... picking up other students along the way... until we finally arrived at the schoolhouse. After school was over, I’d reverse the process... taking another dreary bus ride to get back home in the afternoon.
I actually liked school... at least it was a chance to interact with other people my age. But I was quiet and very reserved, so I really didn’t have a lot of friends.
I started getting a bit more attention... at least from the guys... during my freshman year in high school, once my breasts started to develop.
By the time I was a sophomore, I had perky, C-cup boobs that jiggled around a lot underneath my simple clothes... filling out my dresses and sweaters nicely... and I sensed that I was beginning to turn a few more heads just about everywhere I went. I wasn’t all that pretty in the traditional sense of the word, but in those days... and in a tiny town like Dozier... decent looks and a nice body seemed to go a long way.
By the end of my junior year, my breasts were even bigger... and pretty hard to miss... especially since I didn’t wear a bra very often, and I seemed to have perpetually stiff nipples creating obvious bumps in whatever dress or top I had on. I couldn’t help but notice that my classmates... and even some of the teachers... struggled to keep from staring at my wobbly chest whenever I passed them in the halls.
I was still fairly diffident, and a bit of a wallflower, but I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the attention I was getting at school... even though it was mostly sneaky and furtive stuff... like little side glances at my tits in the classroom, or guys copping a feel whenever we were out of sight of our teachers.
But... even with the surreptitious ogling and occasional fondling... I was still extremely shy... and as I finished up my junior year and headed into the summer before my senior year... I still hadn’t had any real boyfriends.
At that point, I wasn’t actually a virgin anymore, thanks to an older cousin that my family had visited in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee during the previous summer. We stayed at his parents’ ranch for a whole week... and on the second day we were there, he’d taken me out to their barn, bent me over a bale of hay, and fucked me from behind... promptly blasting his load of cum all over my ass cheeks and lower back... while the horses and goats simply ate their feed and ignored us.
By the time my family’s visit was over five days later, he’d fucked me at least once every day we were there... some days two or three times... usually in the barn... but sometimes out in the woods, or behind the tool shed, or sprawled out on the picnic table in their back yard while our parents were running errands in town.
In retrospect, he didn’t really know what he was doing... and, to be fair, neither did I... but, by the third time he fucked me, I have to admit... I really enjoyed it... and found myself eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity we’d find to do it again.
After that trip to Tennessee, I was kind of intrigued by the whole ‘sex thing’, but was a bit reticent to fully embrace it... I was still a demure and bashful girl, with limited social skills... and being isolated on my family’s farm didn’t really provide many opportunities to change that.
As I headed into the summer after my junior year... all that changed.
Earlier... in the spring of that year... a new preacher, Rev. Turner, had taken over as pastor of the local church near Dozier. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a wife... and a son, named Adam, who was about my age... maybe a year, or two, older. I had met them all briefly following services on the first Sunday after they arrived... but it had been a big social event for the town, so I didn’t get to talk much with any of them in the moment. And, since Adam was home-schooled by his mother, he wasn’t in any of my classes, or on the school bus I rode every day.... so, I really never even caught sight of him, except for occasional glimpses during Sunday services.
The new reverend made a pretty big splash in the community gossip mill. I heard several of the local women... including my mother... whispering about how attractive he was, as they huddled in little chattering clusters outside the church after services were over each week.
In those days rural vicars would typically spend most of their time preaching on weekends, then traveling around to the various farms and homesteads during the week... meeting with members of their congregation... offering camaraderie, spiritual guidance, and... most importantly... trying to convince people to attend services on Sunday to increase the weekly donations to the church. It was a fairly common, albeit old-style, tradition in rural Alabama and other sparse southern parishes, and no one really gave it much thought.
So, starting that spring, the new pastor began swinging by various farmhouses throughout the area during the week... our place was on his circuit every Wednesday afternoon around lunchtime.... while I was still at school and my father was at his job in Goshen. My mother occasionally commented about how nice it was for the preacher to go out of his way making house-calls with members of his flock... and I noticed that Wednesdays seemed to become her happiest day of the week during that spring. But, I was pretty self-focused at the time, and I really never paid her much attention.
I graduated with my junior class just as the summer temperature was heating up the deep south... just like it did every year... and I enthusiastically looked forward to several months of unstructured freedom before my senior year of high school started up again the following autumn.
The first Wednesday after my summer vacation began, my mother reminded me that the new preacher was coming by that afternoon... like he did every week... and added that he was bringing his son with him to visit our little farm. She couldn’t really explain why Adam was coming, too, but said that with school being recessed until fall, the pastor probably liked to take his son along when he visited his parishioners, so his son could socialize with others close to his own age.
She encouraged me to put together a picnic lunch that Adam and I could share... and suggested I take him through the woods behind our house, out to my favorite spot by the big pond on the north edge of our twelve-acre property.
I didn’t really know Adam all that well, so I wasn’t sure I wanted to share my favorite spot with him. With a frown on my face, I groused, “Why do we have to go all the way out to the pond? Can’t we just eat it out on the back porch, or something?”
She said, “It’s a gorgeous, hot summer day, Analynn... the walk through the woods will do both of you good... maybe wading in the pond would be a nice way to cool off, too.”
I had to admit... that did sound nice... especially since the intense summer heat had already settled in... and finding ways to stay cool was always a challenge in south Alabama. So, I grudgingly agreed that having a picnic lunch by the pond might actually be a good idea.
My mother helped me make the sandwiches for my lunch with Adam... finishing up just about the time they rolled up to our house in the reverend’s eight-year-old Ford Pinto.
After cheerful re-introductions and a few pleasantries, my mother poured glasses of sweet iced tea for her and Rev. Turner, and they sat at the kitchen table, grinning and gossiping... while Adam and I headed off down the path behind our house toward the pond.
I was wearing a simple, light-weight cotton sundress... with a pair of old sneakers on my feet for comfort. In an attempt to stay as cool as possible, my dress was unbuttoned a few buttons, and I wasn’t wearing a bra... so my tits wobbled a bit when I walked... and my nipples poked little bumps in the thin material of my dress. I could tell Adam had noticed... since I’d already caught him staring at my chest on several occasions, as we began our hike through the woods behind the house.
As we strolled next to each other on the trail to the pond, chatting amiably as we went, I found that I really liked Adam. He was a little bit older than me... kind of charming and funny... and, to be honest... very good-looking, just like his father. I don’t think he played on any of the local sports teams, but he looked fairly athletic... with broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, and a narrow waist... and had an engaging energy about him that I found almost intoxicating.
By the time we arrived at the pond, I realized that... amidst my nervous shyness and timidity... I was actually quite captivated by him.
We found a clearing by the water’s edge, and Adam spread out the blanket we’d brought along, while I started pulling out the sandwiches and soda from the picnic basket my mother and I had prepared.
When I was done doing that, I stood up and took an appreciative look around at the beautiful picturesque setting we’d chosen for our lunch... and was totally caught by surprise when Adam stepped up behind me... reached around to the front of my dress... and grabbed my tits with both hands.
My eyebrows shot up, as I looked over my shoulder, and stammered, “W-wait... w-what... Adam... what are you doing?”
Massaging my soft breasts, he murmured into my ear, “I couldn’t wait to get you alone so I could get my hands on these gorgeous boobs.”
I attempted to resist, but realized it was half-hearted, at best. So after a moment, or two, I giggled... then closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest... letting myself simply enjoy the euphoric sensations of having my sensitive tits squeezed and fondled.
As he whispered little compliments into my ear, he unbuttoned the top of my dress further, and reached inside... pulling my breasts out, then releasing them, so he could watch over my shoulder as they swayed and bounced around in front of me.
Grinning salaciously, he grabbed them again... squeezing and pressing them together... like soft, fleshy stress balls... making my thick nipples stick out even further than usual. He playfully pulled and pinched each nipple... causing me to moan and mumble about how good it felt... as they grew even stiffer between his fingers and thumbs.
Oh, my God... I loved it! I squirmed slightly, and quietly mewled, as I relished his strong hands kneading my pillowy boobs, and tweaking my rock-hard nipples.
For the moment, our lunch was forgotten. I didn’t have to reach between my legs to know that my pussy was already moist... and my mind drifted quickly to wondering what Adam was packing inside his shorts... and how badly I wanted to check it out.
Adam turned me around to face him, and we kissed... my first ever passionate, tongue-filled kiss... as he finished unbuttoning the front of my dress. He pulled it off my shoulders... shoved it down past my hips.... then let it drop around my ankles, where I kicked it off toward the edge of the blanket, along with my sneakers.
I stood there... naked, except for my white cotton panties... as he continued to play with my tits for a while... then took one of my hands and pressed it against the growing bulge between his legs. He encouraged me to rub and massage it, as it continued expanding to my touch... creating an obvious tent inside his shorts.
I didn’t really need much coaxing... I squeezed and stroked the growing lump in his shorts... enjoying the feeling of his thick, throbbing hard-on responding to my playful ministrations.
I giggled when Adam unzipped his fly... reached inside, and pulled out his stiffening cock... then put my hand back onto his engorged prick... moving my hand up and down the shaft, until I began stroking his stiff boner on my own.
My breath caught when I glanced down at the long, thick erection sliding back and forth in the palm of my hand. It was quite a bit bigger than I’d expected... much bigger than my cousin’s, which was really the only other one I’d seen... and I was absolutely mesmerized... I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
As I caressed his growing hard-on, I glanced at his face, and noticed that his eyes were focused on my jiggling breasts. With a glazed look in his eyes, and an appreciative smile on his face, he leaned down and sucked my nipples into his warm, wet mouth... one after the other.
Holy shit, that felt good!
Adam’s tongue and teeth teasing my nipples were causing butterflies to ripple through my torso. I moaned even louder, as I continued stroking his rigid pole, and rubbing its bulbous tip against my clit and labia through my soaking wet panties.
While still toying with my nipples in his mouth, Adam used both hands to pull my panties down to my knees... mumbling, “Oh, my God, Analynn... your panties are soaking wet!”... then resumed fondling my breasts with one hand, while running the fingers of his other hand back and forth along the moist slit between my pussy lips.
I blushed, and giggled some more... then let out a soft whimper, as his fingers found my swollen clitoris... and began rubbing tight circles around it. I spread my legs a little further, and relished the warm, tingly sensations emanating from my completely drenched pussy, as Adam perfectly teased and massaged my distended button.
Oh, my God... this was so much different than my experience with my cousin!
I think I surprised both of us when I suddenly caught my breath, and my legs began to tremble. I let out a guttural moan... and creamed all over Adam’s probing fingers... as a delicious orgasm erupted between my thighs.
He chuckled... as he released my throbbing nub, then stuck two fingers inside my slippery wet vagina... sliding them in and out... again and again and again... while I wallowed in the lingering pleasure of my unexpected climax.
My mind was jumbled, and my breathing came in gasps... for a few seconds, I thought I might actually pass out!
I spread my legs even farther to give him better access, and closed my eyes... then grabbed the back of his head and held his face tight against my soft boobs... relishing his lips and tongue pulling on my rock-hard nipples, while he continued to finger-blast my soaking wet cunt.
After a few more minutes, with his fingers sliding in and out of my exposed pussy, I let out a yelp... as another overwhelming orgasm crashed through my entire body.
“Holy shit, Adam... that’s incredible... yeah... keep going... yeah... right there... right th... ooooohhhh, fuck, that feels good.”
I never really swore much growing up, but in the moment, the expletives were pouring out of me, as I savored the intoxicating ecstasy cascading over my body like a rhapsodic waterfall.
With Adam helping to keep me upright on wobbly legs... I cursed and twerked my hips... reveling in my second incredible climax in about five minutes.
Once my orgasm had faded away a bit, Adam helped me pull my panties the rest of the way off, and I used my foot to flip them over by my dress and sneakers. Then he unsnapped his shorts... and I helped him push them down to his ankles, so he could kick them over by my pile of clothes near the edge of the blanket.
He smiled mischievously as he leaned down for a kiss, then... with his lips locked onto mine... he grabbed my ass with both hands, and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his lower back... as he lined up the tip of his rigid cock with my pussy opening... then lowered my dripping wet snatch down onto his stiff, throbbing hard-on.
I broke our kiss and let out a hoarse groan into his ear, as his wide, round penis head entered my vagina... easily slipping between my drenched labia... then slowly sliding into my feverish cunt. Adam began bouncing me on his erect pole... shoving his thick prick further and further into my pussy with every one of my downward lunges.
Oh my God, that felt fantastic!
I closed my eyes, then locked my lips onto Adam’s again... as he continued to buck me up and down on his steely shaft... slamming his stiff boner in and out of me... again and again and again... my fleshy boobs squashed against his chest, and my swollen clit rubbing deliciously against the base of his thick rod.
It didn’t take long before another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through my body... causing my legs to shake again, as I hooked one ankle over the other behind his lower back, and clung fervently to his thrusting butt cheeks. I threw my head back and let out a raspy moan, as my latest climax coursed through me like an ocean wave crashing on the beach.
At about the same time, Adam let out several grunts... then caught his breath... and rammed his hips up into my pussy... blasting stream after stream of hot, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my overflowing cunt.
He pumped his entire load into me... then continued to bounce me up and down on his cock... even after his nutsack was empty... causing gobs of cum to leak out from around his veiny shaft, and drip onto the ground between his feet. Then... when he finally stopped, we stayed like that for a few more minutes... Adam holding me up with his hands under my butt... his rock-hard prick still shoved deep inside my vagina... and my quivering legs still wrapped around his hips... as we both gasped for air and savored our lingering orgasms.
When we both finally caught our breath, we started laughing... causing even more semen to leak out from around his cock... trickling out of my cunt, and dripping onto the ground beneath my ass.
With his strong hands still squeezing my cheeks, and my pussy still impaled on his stiff erection, Adam walked us both into the pond... then abruptly pulled his cock out of my snatch, and dropped me into the cool, crystalline water.
We laughed and splashed around for a while... squeezing and nudging each other all over... grabbing handfuls of boobs, cock and ass cheeks... as we waded waist deep in the fading remnants of our incredible climaxes.
After skinny dipping and clowning around for a while, I climbed out of the pond and sprawled on the blanket we’d laid out earlier... letting the heat of the mid-day sunshine dry my blushing skin. I laid on my back... propped myself up on my elbows behind me... and watched Adam fooling around in the water... his big, semi-hard cock bouncing around between his legs, and slapping against his thighs, until he was ready to come join me onshore.
As he walked out of the waist-deep water, his young man’s body slowly... sensually... revealed itself... first his flat stomach... then his narrow hips... followed by his gorgeous cock... which, to my delight, was rock-hard again, and sticking straight out in front of him.
I smiled to myself, feeling totally hypnotized, as I just gaped openly at his raging hard-on.
It was fully erect... with a slight upward curve to the shaft... and a wide, bulbous head that appeared to throb in anticipation, as it swayed and wobbled between his legs.
As he sauntered out of the pond, I grinned... looked directly into his captivating eyes... and spread my legs so he could see my exposed pussy... then, shook my shoulders slightly, to make my boobs sway back and forth a little on my chest.
Smiling impishly, Adam’s eyes darted back and forth between my pink, gaping snatch... and my firm, jiggling tits... as he made his way over to me. I spread my thighs even further, then shifted my eyes back to his thick, veiny prick... hard as a rock... and trembling with anticipation, as he stepped onto the edge of the blanket.
Without saying anything, Adam knelt between my legs... pulled my knees up over his shoulders... then grabbed his swollen cock with one hand... and lined it up with my totally drenched pussy. I kept my elbows propped up behind me for support, and let Adam do what he wanted... watching his eyes, as he stared down at my quivering boobs... while shoving his thick boner into my dripping wet snatch.
I let out a raspy moan as he entered me... rocking his hips, and plowing his straining erection into my cunt as far as it would go.
He hammered away between my legs... jolting my body with every thrust... and causing my tits to bounce up and down on my chest... over and over and over... slapping into my chin with every one of his powerful lunges.
My God, that felt amazing!
I arched my back as another intense climax began to build between my legs. Grunting and mumbling about how great it felt, I grabbed Adam’s hips, and pulled him harder into my crotch... grinding my engorged clitoris against the base of his thick cock.
It didn’t take long before I erupted... again... another barrage of warm, tingly pleasure surging through my body... as I creamed all over his thrusting hard-on.
As I was enjoying the height of my latest orgasm, Adam suddenly caught his breath... slammed his boner into me several times... then pulled it out, and jerked it off with his hand... blasting rope after rope of splooge all over my stomach and boobs.
I let out a squeal, as some of his semen missed my tits altogether, and splattered onto my chin.
Laughing, I exclaimed, “What the fuck, Adam?... you’re making a mess!”
But, even as I teasingly lamented the gobs of cum he’d sprayed all over me, I had to admit... it felt warm, and creamy... and sexy. I rubbed some of it around on my stomach and tits, while Adam shove his still- hard erection back into my pussy, and continued sliding it in and out, as he enjoyed the fading remnants of his recent climax.
After catching our breath again, we jumped back into the pond... washed off all the cum from my tits and tummy... then climbed out, and sprawled... naked... on the blanket... devouring our sandwiches and sipping Coca Cola, while drying off in the blazing hot sun.
The following Wednesday, my mother suggested another picnic lunch with Adam, and I readily agreed... enthusiastically putting together a basket with sandwiches and soda... just like the last time.
When Adam arrived, we grabbed the picnic basket and a blanket, then started down the dirt path through the woods... heading toward the pond again... while my mother and the reverend sat at the kitchen table sipping iced tea, just like the previous week.
But this time, we didn’t even make it to the pond before Adam had me bent over at the waist... my shorts and panties pulled down to the middle of my thighs... and my hands resting on the trunk of a tree for support.
With my tank top pushed up to my chin, and my heavy breasts flopping around beneath me, Adam pounded his beautiful hard-on in and out of my sloppy wet pussy from behind until I could barely stand up.
After we both had incredible orgasms, and Adam’s nutsack was finally empty... he slowly pulled his still-hard dick out of my vagina... causing gobs of cum to drip from my twat onto the dirt between our feet.
We straightened our clothes... then continued down the path to the pond, where we spread out our blanket on the grassy shoreline. We playfully pulled each other’s clothes off... grabbing and fondling whatever we could get a hold of... then jumped into the water to cool off.
When we climbed out a few minutes later, we ate our lunch... then fucked again on the blanket... that time with me straddling his hips, and bouncing up and down on his impossibly stiff hard-on.
When our lunch was gone, and Adam’s spent cock was finally soft again, we made our way back to my house, where we could see my mother and Rev. Turner through the back porch window as we approached the rear of the house... sitting at the kitchen table... drinking glasses of sweet iced tea and chatting.. almost like they hadn’t even moved since Adam and I left for the pond with our picnic basket.
Those Wednesday visits by the preacher and his son became a weekly event that I looked forward to with every fiber of my being. Adam had aroused something inside me that I’d never felt before... and I couldn’t wait to get him up to our spot by the pond every time he and his father came to visit.
One day... about six weeks after Adam and I had started fucking by the pond every week... the reverend and his son arrived... just like every other Wednesday. And, just like every other time they came to the house... Adam and I grabbed a blanket and a picnic basket, and headed for the pond.
Once we had the blanket spread out, we quickly took off each other’s clothes... with Adam fondling and kissing my breasts, while I eagerly stroked his nearly erect dick... just like every other week that summer.
After a few minutes, Adam was lying on top of me... perched between my legs... caressing my breasts, and sliding his thick, rigid boner in and out of my sloppy wet pussy... when it suddenly began to rain.
It caught us totally by surprise!
We both jumped up, and began scrambling around, while getting pelted by the unexpected downpour.
Adam quickly climbed into his shorts and shirt... trying desperately to tuck his huge, unyielding hard-on into his shorts, so he could pull up his zipper. He grabbed the blanket and picnic basket off the ground, while I pulled on my sundress and sneakers... then followed him down the path toward my house... trying with moderate success to control my flailing boobs so I could button up my top as we ran.
When we got to the house, we stepped onto the porch... under the eaves, and out of the rain... giggling and looking at ourselves... completely drenched by the surprise summer shower we’d just run through.
Something caught my eye through the back porch window, and I realized I could hear groaning and other sounds coming from inside the house. I shushed Adam... then pointed to what I was seeing.
Looking through the window by the back door... we had a clear view into the kitchen... and saw my mother... lying on the kitchen table, with her legs spread wide... clearly getting fucked by Rev. Turner.
In a hushed whisper, I exclaimed, “Holy shit, Adam... do you see what I see?”
Standing behind me, and watching everything over the top of my head, he whispered into my ear, “Yeah... I guess they didn’t hear us when we ran onto the porch.”
Then he chuckled and said, “You know they do this every week, right?”
I looked over my shoulder... aghast... and exclaimed in a hushed voice, “No way!” Then I looked back through the window, and added, “Every week... like, since y’all moved here?”
He grinned and said, “Yeah... pretty much... it’s one of the perks of his weekly visits to his flock.”
Staring through the window, I was completely mesmerized, as the two of us stood there... watching my mother lying on her back, with her eyes closed... her heavy breasts swaying back and forth on her chest... her stiff nipples floating on her fleshy boobs like bobbins on rough water... while Adam’s father stood between her legs, slamming his stiff hard-on in and out of her drenched pussy... again and again and again... both of them grunting in rhythm with every one of his powerful thrusts.
I could see where Adam got his huge cock from... his father’s was about the same size... maybe even a little bigger... and it appeared to be having the same effect on my mother as Adam’s dick always had on me.
Still watching from behind me, Adam unzipped his shorts... then grabbed my hand and put it on his stiff boner, whispering, “I didn’t get to cum earlier, so I’m still hard as a rock.”
I giggled quietly... then, without taking my eyes off my mother’s thrashing tits and Rev. Turner’s pumping prick... I reached behind me and started stroking Adam’s erection... running my hand up and down the growing shaft... the tip of his feverish dick banging enticingly against my thigh.
After a few moments, Adam’s cock was fully erect, and throbbing impatiently in my hand... as he bent me over, and flipped the hem of my dress up onto my lower back. I grabbed the back of a chair on the porch for support, while Adam slid my panties down to my knees... then I spread my legs and positioned his rigid pole at the opening to my already wet vagina.
With both of us still watching our parents fucking on the kitchen table, Adam leaned forward, and shoved his raging hard-on balls-deep into my totally drenched pussy. He unbuttoned my dress half-way... allowing my boobs to spring free, and swing back and forth beneath my chest. Adam rocked his hips and pounded his cock in and out of my cunt from behind... while reaching around to fondle and squeeze my dangling tits.
Our parents were positioned on the table in a way that they couldn’t really see us on the porch, but since the rain had stopped, we knew we needed to stay quiet... so, I put my hand over my mouth, as I let out a low, soft, keening moan... while pushing my butt backward into every one of Adam’s urgent forward thrusts.
As we watched... transfixed... Rev. Turner pulled my mother’s legs up over his shoulders... then reached up and grabbed her soft, bouncing boobs, as he continued to hammer his stiff boner in and out of her gaping snatch like a piston.
I could hear my mother’s grunts and moans of pleasure, as she closed her eyes and arched her back... reveling in the powerful thrusts between her legs from the preacher’s straining erection.
After a few moments, I saw my mother... with her eyes still closed... reach between her legs with one of her hands, and begin frantically rubbing her swollen clitoris with a couple of fingers. Her moaning got louder... and her head rocked slowly back and forth... as the reverend’s forceful lunges, and her own kneading fingers, pushed her closer and closer to an imminent climax.
I had started playing with my clit after the family trip to Tennessee, so when I saw my mother rubbing her engorged button... I giggled, and did the same thing... reaching between my legs and caressing my own distended nub... while Adam held my hips and continued railing my pussy from behind.
Oh, my God... I loved it!
I mewled quietly... a tingly, warm sensation blossoming beneath my probing fingers, as I massaged and tweaked my engorged clitoris. With Adam’s cock slamming in and out of my cunt like a jackhammer... and my fingers rubbing my trembling clit between my legs... I could feel an intense, overwhelming orgasm building up inside me.
In a tremendous coincidence that I’ll never be able to explain, I saw my mother suddenly catch her breath and let out a guttural moan... then found myself doing the same thing... as a powerful, leg-shaking climax coursed through her body at almost the exact same time my own incredible orgasm coursed through mine.
As I moaned softly, and grunted from Adam’s thick cock pumping away from behind me, I watched the preacher grab my mother’s hips... slam his hard-on into her pussy as far as it would go... then hold it there for a second... before pulling it out and ramming it back in again. After doing that a few more times, he let out a low, hoarse groan... and spewed a load of warm, creamy jizzm deep inside my mother’s cunt.
A few strokes later, I felt Adam release my tits.... grab my hips... and shove his rigid pole deep inside my sodden snatch... muffling his own groans, as he held it there... then exploded... blasting gobs of spunk all over the walls of my dripping wet vagina.
Gasping for air... and trying desperately to stay quiet... Adam kept sliding his boner in and out of my pussy... spraying a few more spurts of cum inside me... as we continued spying on our parents through the window... watching the reverend slow the pace of his rocking hips, while he and my mother struggled to catch their breath.
A few moments later, my mother pulled the preacher’s still-erect prick out of her pussy... pushed herself off the table... then squatted down in front of him... her heavy breasts swaying back and forth on her chest. With drops of cum trickling out of her snatch onto the floor between her legs... she sucked his slimy dick into her mouth, cleaning off the glistening shaft with her lips and tongue.
I was stunned! Not just because my mother was getting fucked by the local preacher... but to see her suck his cock into her mouth... especially after he’d blasted a load of cum inside her pussy... was just something I totally didn’t see coming. Smiling to myself, I decided I wanted to try that with Adam the next time we fucked by the pond.
Seeing that our parents were done fucking, Adam and I quickly... and quietly... put ourselves back together... adjusting my dress back into place, and shoving Adam’s spent cock back into his shorts.
Then, since it had stopped raining, we quietly stepped off the porch and walked back through the woods for a while to give our parents a chance to clean themselves up before we “got back from our picnic”.
After several minutes, we returned to the house... noisily clomping on the porch, and stepping through the back door... to find Rev. Turner and my mother sitting blissfully at the kitchen table, smiling and sipping on iced tea as they chatted.
After that day, every time the preacher came to visit my mother, Adam and I would head out to the woods to fuck... and sometimes we’d sneak back to the house a little earlier than usual, and watch through the window as the pastor fucked my mother... usually on the kitchen table... but sometimes standing up against the wall, or lying on the sofa in the living room.
I never mentioned to my mother that I knew about her and Rev. Turner... because, selfishly, I didn’t want to stop seeing Adam every week.
It was a tremendous summer... one that I’ll always remember as one of my best, ever... but it ended rather suddenly about two weeks before I headed back to school for my senior year.
News got around town that Rev. Turner was caught fucking one of the other wives in our farm community when her husband came home early from work and found them going at it in their bed. It turned out that he’d been screwing several other wives on his weekly visits to his congregation... not just my mother.
The preacher and his family left town in a hurry a few days later, and... sadly... I never saw Adam again.
That was a long, long time ago. I ended up having a few real boyfriends that final year of high school... then headed off to college on a scholarship to Florida State University, in Tallahassee. After graduating, I got a job in downtown Chicago.
I’ve had many relationships with many guys over the years... but the memories from that summer back home in Dozier are still my favorite.
I don’t know if Adam was just that good at fucking me... or maybe it’s just the idea of my lost innocence in the backwoods of the deep south... but one thing I’m sure of: nobody else has ever made my pussy as wet... or made me cum as much... as every time I got fucked by the preacher’s son.