Next.Friday.After.School

“How could you do that to my little girl?” It was Mrs. Barbara Pierce Hills, a wife and the most popular Protestant minister in town and mother of the eighteen year old Miss Laura Pierce Hills, exclaims in obvious distress and outrage.

At forty-two, Barbara’s svelte lithe beautiful athletic body looked more similar to mid-twenties, such as if she was Laura’s older sister. She takes very good care of her body and has the genetics that makes anything look good, even a conservative dress and blouse ensemble she wears now.

Of course, Mr. Lewis Fields had wrapped her teenage daughter around his fat black cock but he only offered an incredulous, “Excuse me?”

Outrage undeterred, Barbara started pointing her index finger at him as if it is a weapon. “Don’t give me that same line of bu-” She catches and edits herself of profanity, “llliiieeessss that my daughter gave me. This is a small town Mr. Fields, you think you can seduce the most popular girl in school to let you into her panties and get away with it? People talk Mr. Fields, and people often talk to me. Especially when the preacher's eldest daughter is seen walking out of this office. All glassy eyed with her hair all disheveled, and cum rolling down her thighs and cloths half on her.”

Mr. Fields was happy he thought in advance to record this episode when he realized Mrs. Fields was coming over; both of them have much to lose. Even if she is bluffing she is definitely able to get someone to lie for her, and the fact that her ‘story’ would match the facts just made it nearly impossible to disprove, or prove.

Yet the preacher to the largest congregation of believers in the town may have problems explaining why their daughter gives birth to a black baby, out of wedlock. This is may be the twenty first century but they still valued abstinence before marriage a great deal.

The meeting had started with Lewis leaning against the table and Barbara sitting. This offered him the innate psychologically superior position but she put on a brave fast during her entire monologue. Mr. Fields decides he may as well go for the direct approach and lay his cards on the table. His hands reach over and tweak Barbara's nipples. Like her daughter, shock and surprise paralyzes her. Her hands lose their grip and she drops her purse as he roughly kneads and molds her beautiful breasts. The diamond in her engagement ring twinkles as her hand twitches, as shock and outrage play across her face and hide the turmoil of lust boiling within. Her daughter’s story upset her in many different ways.

Going balls to the wall, Lewis glides a hand down Barbara’s flat and tone stomach as he molds himself behind her, while pulling her up. His fingers slip beneath her black tight form fitting knee high skirt’s waistband and panties to play with her vulva. His other hand continued to roughly maul and knead her breast because the sweet on her brow said her face was giving false emotions. She was enjoying his touch far more than she wants.

Mr. Fields nibbles at Barbaba’s ear when a sense of De’ja vu comes to him, “M-Mr. F-f-Fields-s” the words almost makes Mr. Fields chuckle. Thumbing Barbara’s nipples, she gasps as he kisses the nape of her neck. Sucking in the skin, he leaves a deep hicky for her husband to find. “Aaayyyhhh” A whisper and a breath escapes her succulent moist lips as she licks her lips and begins panting and he sucks on her earlobe.

How exactly Mr. Fields got past little Laura Pierce Hills’s well-religiously-trained defenses is quickly becoming clear to her mother. Mrs. Hills is becoming deeply more appreciative and understanding of her daughter’s plight.

Barbara has been around the block before with sex and even dealt with arrogant men much like Mr Fields who thought they could seduce her. However, he is the only one that has gotten this far.

“You are a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Barbara Pierce Hills. I see where your daughter got the looks of the family from.” Mr. Fields whispers that tickle Mrs. Hills’ ear. That causes her to catch another breath in suspense.

“I am a married woman, Mister Fields. This is wrong? I can’t betray my husband like this.” The battle between lust and ego fill Barbara’s timbre with weakness. A weakness Mr. Fields exploits and twists her nipples again. A minor orgasm ripples through her mortal coil.

“Then I will tell you what I told your daughter… tell me to stop.” Lewis leaves out the part Barbara’s daughter evidently forgot where she did do just that.

Merely the idea of seducing this mother priestess of over thirty thousand parishioners, and supposedly faithful to her husband, has Mr. Fields’s as hard as granite already. He honestly expected to be face down on the floor by now but maybe this woman has a secret fantasy to go black.

A fantasy so deeply buried that it took trying to imagine what Mrs. Hills’s daughter *“experienced? with a old man to get the mother’s juices flowing.”

“Please? Please Mister Fields-” Interrupting Barbara’s heartfelt plea, Mr Fields grabs her delicate feminine fingers and guides them back to his now open pants. He pulls his hips back to make room and forces her hand to grasp his massive veiny blood engorged organ.

“Ooohhh My my… My Master! The feeling of Mr. Field’s veiny massive package has impressed every woman he has been with so far. Contrary to the stereotype, he is far from lacking with interest from the feminine variety.

Barbara can feel the veins pulsing with blood. Cursing herself for her own weakness she realizes that he isn’t holding her hand anymore. She also never actually asked him, or tried to make him stop. However, she continues massaging his organ all the same. Enjoying the feel of the powerful tool in her hand.

Barbara surrenders to the desires Mr. Fields is awakening within her. What throws her over the edge is the thought that if she submits to him and gives herself to him, he will leave her daughter alone. After all, a manly male like him deserves a more experienced lover.

“I am going to throw you up against that bookcase and fuck you hard. You will let me impale your tight married pussy on my virile massive black baby making cock, Barbara,” Mr. Fields taunts the priestess and smiles ruefully as he hears Barbara’s whimpering and submissive moan in response. She swoons and stretches her neck out to her captor.

Lewis nibbles on Mrs. Hills’s ear and gives her another hickey to mark his new territory for her soon to be cuckolded husband.