his usual delight at the sight of her naked tits. He smiled and took them in his hands, reverently, adoringly. He leaned down and kissed her areolas before taking a nipple in his mouth and tonguing it.
'Mmmmmm,' he murmured as he loved her excited tits. 'Mmmmmm! You still have the most delicious pair!'
Maggie smiled. Loren used to say they were the most delicious tits he ever sucked. He used to say she had the sweetest pussy he ever fucked. He used to say all kinds of things like that before he got so damn pious. Now he had trouble admitting that he had ever fucked anyone else. Shit, he had trouble admitting how many times he fucked her before they were married. It didn't matter that much to Maggie, just as long as he didn't get just as shy when he did fuck her.
She thrust her tits against his face. She was proud of her tits. She had always been proud of them. Hell, with twin Mount Everests on her chest she had a right to be. They were firm, too. Maggie was convinced that constant exercise was the reason for the firm upthrust they maintained. She'd seen girls whose tits hung almost to their waists. Not hers, though. Hers were so full and firm they stuck upwards even when she lay on her back.
Loren grabbed her skirt and tugged it over her hips. His hands dragged sensuously along her thighs as he pulled it off.
Maggie waited in delicious anxiety for him to reach for her panties. Maggie had selected her thinnest panties, so sheer that her auburn cunt-hair showed through them as if she wore nothing.
Loren looked at her pussy. He kneeled between her thighs to kiss her pussy through the panties before pulling them off.
'Ohhhhh,' he moaned. 'How am I going to go without you for a year? Just thinking about leaving all this lovely woman lying about unused is a sin.'
'Your sin, not mine,' Maggie muttered.
It had not been her idea to go back and complete work on her degree. Loren had become convinced that she needed the degree, that it would be held against them in whatever parish he served if the people knew that she dropped out of school for them to get married. He was certain that people would think them oversexed because they couldn't wait. Maggie laughed to herself as she wondered how the church people would react if they knew how much their little preacher's wife loved to fuck.
'You just remember in the next few months,' he assured her, 'that I'll be just as horny as you.'
He stripped the panties over her ankles. His rigid prick pointed at her cunt.
Maggie reached for his cock and held it lovingly before she let him stick it in. She pumped the hardened flesh and fondled his balls while he began kissing her tits again. Her body was throbbing, pulsing in aching demand for the feel of his cock against her clit, for the delicious feeling of the shaft stretching her cunt. Her tits burned from the touch of his lips and tongue. She thrust them upward against the suction of his mouth and pulled his cock toward her cunt.
'Ooooooh,' she squealed.
He pushed against her cunt-lips, then rubbed the warm knob about her clit. Sparks rippled through her body as he continued to massage the passion nerve with his beautiful cock.
'Ohhhhh, that feels so good.'
He began kissing her lustfully, his tongue parting her lips. Maggie could feel his cock throbbing as it prepared to sink deeply into her shivering pussy. She arched her tits against his chest, twisting about in an effort to bring her nipples against his. She writhed her ass, increasing the friction on his shuddering prick, then she gasped in delight as his cock lunged into her cunt passage.
'Ahhhhh!' he panted, holding her roughly and fucking her with rising demand. 'Ohhhhh, God! You're so good! Never thought a woman could be so good!'
'You remember that!' she gasped. 'You remember that all the months we are going to be separated!'
He responded to her needling. Irritation only made Loren more demanding, more lusty in his fucks. He fucked her roughly. His cock swelled and pulsed in her tingling pussy.
Maggie felt his climax nearing even as her own began to mount. She rode him wildly, tightening the hold of her legs, the clutching embrace of her arms. She rode his cock until she felt his body begin to shake deliriously. She could hear the light slapping of their bodies against each other, could feel the sucking contractions of her cunt around his fiery cock.
'Now!' she screamed as her orgasm began to seize her. 'Now! Fuck me! Unload that prick! Let me feel it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooooooeeeee! That's my boy! Eeeeeee!'
His cum gushed into her. His cock shuddered as it pounded away.
She felt that hot stream of cum bounce against the walls of her cunt, triggering the eruption of her own joy juice. They held each other tight and lunged in the final throes of their passionate orgasm.
'God!' she gasped. 'How am I supposed to go without that?'
Loren looked down at her glowing face, at her shimmering body. He slowly caressed her tits.
'Just remember, little sex-pot, I'll be having just as much trouble as you.'
Maggie walked along the walkway toward the woman's dormitory, recalling the last night in Loren's arms. Did he really mean that? Was Loren feeling as horny as she?
Maggie frowned as she remembered how difficult it was for the young preacher to last out the first few days of her monthly period. He'd be as horny as she, no doubt about that. He'd be even hornier.
She tried to force it all out of her mind. If she kept thinking like this, she'd be imagining Loren in bed with every woman he met.
Faces swirled before her, the faces of the women in Loren's small congregation during his final year at the Seminary. She saw them as they pressed their panting bodies up to him following his sermon. She saw them as they catered to his needs during the coffee hours. She saw them eagerly eyeing him, knowing that he was going to be without his wife's young body for the next year.
'No!' she exclaimed loudly. 'No!'
Maggie had to get herself under control. She had to stop this! Loren wanted her at Hillcrest. He wanted her to be able to say that she had finished college. If this were so important to Loren, then she could trust him to keep his passions under control.
Her passions were the problem.
It was her little pussy that tingled every time one of the young studs sitting on the library steps smiled as he looked her up and down. It was her pussy that felt such a soft warmth as she heard the girls in the dorm speak of the new literature professor who set coeds to panting.
Dr. Harold Painter had joined the faculty last year. Maggie had not met him yet, but she was anxiously looking forward to that event. The one brief time she had spent in the dorm with a group of girls had convinced her that she was fortunate to have been scheduled to have Dr. Painter for her literature course.
She had asked the other coeds what was so exciting about him. A multitude of answers greeted her. He was sexy. He required them to read sexy writing. He had the most seductive way of lecturing.
Now Maggie was fearful. If Harold Painter were so sexually arousing, then he would be more trouble for her. At this point a sexy professor was the last thing she needed.
The lovely redhead walked up the steps of the dorm and into her room. Good! Mary Alice was here. This would be a good chance for conversation with her new roommate.
Maggie smiled as the slender brunette turned and greeted her.
'I thought you'd run back to your husband,' the brunette laughed.
'No,' Maggie answered. 'I was just out walking. I went out and looked over the campus, reminiscing a little.'
'Oh, that's right,' Mary Alice commented. 'You were here before, weren't you? Why the hell did you ever come back? Didn't you get enough of this nunnery the first time?'
Maggie laughed as she bounced on her bed and looked at Mary Alice.
Mary Alice had stripped down to panties and bra as she sat at the small desk trying to get the jump on her assignments. She was well shaped. Without the sweater she had worn this morning, and without the heavy plaid skirt, her body seemed so much softer, so much curvier.
'Don't answer,' Mary Alice said. 'I was just venting my own frustration. I wanted to transfer to State this year, but my parents wouldn't hear of it. That would have put me close enough to my boy friend to get screwed regularly. As it is, I'm stuck up here on this hill-top to stay horny as hell. That's why I was so glad they put you in
