The preacher's family

CHAPTER FOUR

Vicky Baxter stepped out to the taxi stand at the airport terminal building. When the children expected her she always called Jack to drive out and get her when she returned from a trip, but had decided against it tonight. Having arrived home a day early, on a Saturday night, she assumed that Jack was probably out on a date with Linda Lewis.

Settling comfortably back in the cab, memories of the erotic weekend brought a warm sensual smile of contentment to her lovely face. She couldn't believe that she, Vicky Baxter, had participated in a wild orgy with two total strangers. Yet, she had rationalized, it had been a sexual release that her body had needed for a long time. Vicky felt no shame, only contentment. They were both fine men and had treated her with the utmost respect. She had suffered a few pangs of loneliness when they had to leave that afternoon, but it had been decided that the three of them would meet for another party in the near future. Bob had promised to call later in the week when he returned from business in Puerto Rico.

She snuggled down against the soft seat. She wondered how many other women had ever enjoyed the luxury of two experienced lovers simultaneously. She shivered deliciously at the thought of their next meeting.

When the taxi drove up in front of her home, she was a surprised to see no lights. She had expected Jack to be out with Linda, but Jill should be at home.

Entering the house, she turned on a lamp in the living room and walked down the hall to look in on Jill. Opening the door and turning on the light, she froze dead in her tracks. The color drained horn her face as she gasped the doorframe. The two naked bodies, locked together in sleep on the cum-drenched sheet told the whole ugly story.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she screamed hysterically.

Sitting up and pulling the sheet over their naked bodies, they stared at their mother in total disbelief.

"Explain this!" she shouted in a trembling voice. "How long has this been going on?"

"Only since last night," answered Jill in a toneless whisper.

"Shut up, you whore! I'm talking to your brother!" she snapped.

"Like Jill said, only since last night," Jack mumbled.

"You both make me sick!" Vicky screamed. "Jack, get out of that bed and get into your room!"

As he leaped out of bed, his mother stared horrified at the jism and cunt juice glistening on his limp cock.

"And hide that filthy cock!" screamed his near hysterical mother.

When Jack had stumbled down the hall to his room, Vicky Baxter slowly walked over to the edge of her daughter's bed and, drawing back her hand, slapped Jill viciously across the face.

"You bitch!" she hissed, leaving the room.

Striding angrily down the hall, she pounded on Jack's door. "Put some clothes on and come into the living room where I can talk to you."

While waiting for him, she nervously poured herself a shot of Scotch. Then another. The strong burning alcohol seemed to steady her. When Jack entered the room, he settled into a chair across from his mother.

"Stand up!" she screamed. "Don't you dare sit down while I'm talking to you!"

Jack quickly stood up.

"Now explain this filthy situation to me," she said in a more controlled voice.

"It's h-hard to explain," he stammered. "It sort of just happened."

"It just happened!" she yelled again. "You seduce your sister and then calmly tell me it just happened."

"Oh God, Mother, I can't explain it," he mumbled in a low voice.

"Damn it!" she continued. "Explain to me how a grown man could possibly seduce his sister."

As mother and son stared at each other in silence, Jill quietly entered the room.

"Mother, he didn't seduce me," she said in an even voice. "I begged him to do it."

"What are you saying?" gasped her mother. "I begged him to do it to me," she sobbed. "I seduced him."

"No, Jill," sighed Jack. "I knew we were doing wrong. It was all my fault."

"But it wasn't wrong!" shouted Jill. "It was wonderful!"

"It was what?" screamed her mother.

"It was wonderful," Jill whispered. "It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me."

Her mother stared in disbelief at her daughter. "How can you say that anything as sordid as incest is beautiful?" she snapped.

Jill didn't answer.

"Change those sheets, take a shower and go to bed," her mother continued in a weary voice.

The next day was Sunday and the three of them drove to church in complete silence. When the services were over, Vicky Baxter drew Reverend Lewis aside.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked when he saw the worried expression on her face.

"It's Jill," she replied. "She seems to have lost her sense of values."

"Well," he smiled, "children stray at times. I wouldn't worry about it."

"No, Reverend Lewis," she continued in a flat voice. "This is something serious."

"What has she done?"

"Never mind what she's done," replied Vicky. "She seems to have lost all perspective of right and wrong."

"Would you like me to have a talk with her?" he asked.

"Oh, Reverend Lewis," she smiled. "I wish you would. Both children respect you so much."

"All right, Vicky," he said quietly. "Ask Jill to drop over to the rectory around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon and I'll have a chat with her."

Jill was furious when they got home and her mother informed her that she was to meet Reverend Lewis the next day.

"I suppose you told him that I seduced my brother," she snapped.

"No, Jill, I didn't," her mother replied. "I just asked him to talk to you."

"About what?"

"You seem to have lost your perspective of right and wrong," she replied. "Maybe he can straighten out your thoughts."

"My thoughts are straight," she snapped. "He should straighten out that frustrated virgin daughter of his before he starts messing up my mind."

"Jill!" her mother gasped. "I can't understand you. That's a terrible thing to say."

"Well it's true," cried Jill as she fled to her room.

At twelve-thirty the next afternoon, Jill was sitting on her bed, dreading the meeting with the minister. She had always liked Reverend Lewis but now she was filled with scorn. She totally resented the idea of going over for the forthcoming lecture. Jill was filled with hate for all mankind. Oh, how she wanted to hurt and embarrass that meddling preacher.

Suddenly a wild insane thought crashed into her confused mind. She recalled how she had tamed her arrogant brother with her cunt. Why not try it with Reverend Lewis? As the plan began developing in her emotionally twisted mind, she quickly began undressing. Rummaging through her closet, she found a short summer dress and slipped it over her otherwise naked body. Looking in the mirror she was pleased with the effect of her nipples thrusting out against the thin material of her cotton dress.

When she arrived at the rectory, Reverend Lewis greeted her with his big friendly smile.

"Hello, Jill," he said. "It's so nice of you to come over and chat with me."

"It was my mother's idea, not mine," she replied defiantly.

"Well, it's really not important whose idea it was," he continued. "The important thing is that you're here."

Ignoring the chair he offered her, she moved over and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Well, Jill," he smiled, "what shall we talk about?"

"You're the preacher," she snapped, pleased with the way he was nervously glancing at her big nipples protruding against the thin material of her dress.

"Your mother says you seem to be suddenly unaware of right and wrong," he continued.

Carefully crossing her legs to expose a big portion of her thigh, she smiled into his face. "That's only because I enjoy fucking."

He stared at her in complete shock.

"That's right," she continued as he sat stunned. "I love to fuck. Don't you enjoy fucking, Reverend Lewis, or don't preachers ever fuck?"

"Jill!" he finally gasped. "Have you lost your mind?"

"No," she giggled, "I just enjoy being fucked."

Reverend Lewis just sat in stunned silence.

"In all my years in the ministry," he finally replied in a choked voice, "I've never talked to anyone as totally depraved as you seem to be."

"Well, now that you know my problem, what shall we talk about?" she asked in a low voice.

"Jill," he stammered, "I just don't know what to say."

"Why don't you bring out one of your canned sermons and try it on me?" she continued in an even voice.

When he didn't answer, she smiled up into his dazed eyes. "Maybe I'm possessed by the devil."

"Everyone has some of the devil in them," he stammered, "but, Jill, I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"Isn't God love?" she quietly asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"Of course God is love," he stammered.

"Well," she continued, "and fucking is love, isn't it?"

"Sex and love have a place together in the sanctity of marriage only," he replied.

"Can you reject the devil?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject.

"I try every day to reject the devil," he answered proudly.

"How do you know the devil?" she asked.

"One must always be aware that he comes in many disguises," was his reply.

"Is the devil in me?" she asked, turning around so that her erect nipple rubbed lightly against his arm.

Moving away, he answered, "Yes, Jill, you seem totally possessed with evil."

"The devil is cold and hill of hate," she whispered softly, "but I'm warm and filled with love."

"T-That's not the point," he stammered.

"Are you afraid of the devil?" she suddenly asked.

"No, Jill," he replied, "I'm not afraid of the devil."

Taking his hand she pressed it against the soft warm flesh of her bare thigh.

"Please, Reverend Lewis," she whispered when ho tried to draw his hand from her hot flesh. "Please feel my skin. The devil is cold and covered with scales. My skin is warm and soft. No, I'm not the devil."

Continuing to hold his hand, she moved it gently over her warm bare flesh.

"I don't do that, Jill," he stammered.

"But, Reverend," she whispered softly, "you just told me you weren't afraid of the devil."

When she released his hand, he continued to caress her soft thigh.

"See," she giggled, "I'm not cold and scaly like your devil is."

She could feel the man trembling as she gently pressed her bare legs against his.

"J-Jill," he stammered.

"Sh-h-h," she whispered, pressing her finger lightly against his lips. "Don't say anything. Just feel the warmth of my flesh."

Reaching down, she moved his hand up between her hot naked thighs. She felt his numbed body stiffen when his fingers made light contact with her downy pubic hairs. He began shaking visibly as she felt his fingers tracing along the outer lips of her hot juicy cunt. The man seemed completely dazed as his trembling fingers began unconsciously exploring the opening to her slippery pussy.

Slowly reclining onto her back and drawing up her dress, she spread her thighs apart, exposing the frill length of her juicy cunt to his bulging eyes.

His whole body was trembling violently, and with an animal-like grunt, he plunged his face down against the furry warmth of her hot cunt.

"Oh God!" she gasped at the first feel of his tongue in her cunt. It was a wild new experience. Jack hadn't attempted to lick her pussy.

"Eeeeaaaahhhh!" she squealed in wild ecstasy as his tongue drove madly in and out of her delicious cunt.

She almost fainted with excitement when he sucked her erect clitoris into his mouth.

"Oh Rev," she moaned as she watched his juice-drenched face madly attacking her lust-crazed cunt.

Time seemed to stand still for Jill as the man continued to wildly lick and suck her hot wet pussy.

It was only after she had exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm that he removed his face and threw his head against the back of the couch, staring numbly at the ceiling.

When Jill finally recovered, she sat up by the minister, placing her hand over the huge bulge in his crotch. Feeling his hard prick throbbing for release, she opened his trousers, releasing the excited prisoner. She stared in complete shock at the huge cock she was grasping in her hand. It seemed twice the size of her brother's.

Wide-eyed, she stroked his big hard cock in both hands. The trembling man continued staring blankly at the ceiling while Jill gently stroked her soft hands up and down the entire length of his massive cock.

"My God, Jill," he moaned as he opened his eyes. "What are we doing?"

"We're having fun?" she smiled up at him as her busy hands continued fondling his big prick.

"W-We must stop this, Jill," he stammered. "It's evil. Please stop it."

As a reply, the girl bent down and started licking his big lust-swollen cockhead with her hot wet tongue. He quickly fell silent, no longer asking her to stop.

Jill had to open her mouth wide to suck the huge cock. Reverend Lewis began lurching violently when she rolled her hot tongue around the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

Removing his cock from her mouth, she reached up and pulled his pants completely off. Next she removed his shorts, exposing his big hairy balls. Slowly, she started licking up and down the entire length of his big cock, which was glistening with her abundant spit. Slowly she licked and bathed his big hairy scrotum with her hot saliva, while gently sucking his balls in and out of her eager mouth. Reaching down between his legs, her fingers traced deliciously around the sensitive opening of his asshole. The man was now lurching frantically as she gently ministered to every erotic nerve.

Releasing his cock, Jill put her arms around his neck and covered his startled lips with her hot juicy mouth.

Reverend Lewis was almost out of his mind with ecstasy, feeling her delicious tongue probing deep in his mouth while her erect nipples burned into his bare chest.

Sitting up, Jill removed her dress and threw her soft naked body back into his eager clutching arms. All restraint gone, he was smothering her with kisses, fondling her tits with one hand and plunging the middle finger of his other hand in and out of her eager cunt.

"Hold me tight, preacher man! Hold me tight!" she squealed with delight as his probing finger slid deliciously over her swollen clit.

Clinging to him with one arm, she began frantically stroking the length of his throbbing cock as his finger continued plunging passionately in and out of her juice-drenched cunt. On and on they tore at each other with animal lust. Every nerve in their straining bodies was about to explode. Feeling his muscles tensing for a climax, Jill quickly removed her hand from his blood engorged cock.

"Don't stop, Jill! Please don't stop!" he shouted in an anguished voice.

Reaching up, she gently brushed his lips with a tender kiss.

"That's all right, baby," she whispered. "Just relax. I want to be fucked with that big cock of yours. We don't want to waste all that cum on the floor."

Again he slumped back on the sofa, his massive prick pointing up from between his legs.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at Jill. "Please get dressed and go home."

"No," she smiled, "I want to get fucked."

"No," he said wearily. "Please leave me alone. I can't believe this is happening to me."

"It's happening, all right," she whispered as she reached down, gently stroking his cock.

His body jerked ecstatically at the touch of her hand against the sensitive flesh of his cock.

"It doesn't seem real," muttered the minister.

Reaching down and licking the tip of his cockhead with her hot tongue, she felt his body tremble with excitement.

"That felt real, didn't it?" she smiled up at him. "Yes, Jill, that felt real," he sighed. "Then it's real," she giggled as she settled her nude body onto his naked lap, thrusting her hot nipples against his bare chest.

"Oh, Jill," he moaned as his hands began unconsciously massaging the soft flesh of her warm ass.

Raising onto her knees, she began slowly lowering her hungry cunt down toward his huge erect cock. She shivered with delight as she felt his big hot cockhead brush against her cuntlips. Slowly lowering herself further she could feel his big blood-bloated knob trying to push through the mouth of her tight cunt. Pressing down harder against it, she could feel it painfully stretching her cunt. A searing flame rushed through her loins when his cock finally ripped through her tight elastic opening. Pausing for only a minute, she continued sliding down over his huge prick.

"Oh God," she moaned. It felt like his big cock was completely filling her body. When the length of the massive organ had fully penetrated her, she trembled with delight.

"Oh, Rev," she sighed, "you've sure filled my cunt!"

As she became more accustomed to the big cock embedded deep in her pussy, she began rotating her hungry cunt around the base of his throbbing shaft.

Reverend Lewis clutched at the soft flesh of her ass as her tight juicy cunt sucked and grasped at his trembling cock.

"Oh, Jill," he moaned in ecstasy when she began raising and lowering her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Everything in the room seemed to be spinning before his eyes as she bounced harder and faster. Bouncing on him in complete abandon, his cock slurped noisily out of her juice-drenched cuntal silt.

Before she could reinsert it, he rolled her over on her face and asked her to get on her knees. Then, grasping her hips, he plunged his angry cock up her cunt from the rear.

"Oh Christ, that feels good!" sobbed the girl as she felt his massive shaft penetrating even deeper into her cunt.

Back and forth he drove the juice-slickened pole into her luscious pussy. Jill was thrusting her ass up to receive the maximum penetration of his vicious cock.

"Harder!" she screamed, on the verge of hysteria. "Harder, baby! Fuck me harder!"

Her cries of ecstasy seemed to increase the man's excitement.

"Ok, baby!" he shouted frantically. "Take this, and this, and this!"

With each word he pounded harder and harder into her horny body.

"That's it, Rev!" she screamed. "That's it, baby! Anoint me with your cock juice! Come on, Rev, anoint me with your hot white cock cream!"

They fucked frantically on. Biting the pillow, her knuckles were white as she clutched wildly at the sofa cushions.

"Keep it driving, Rev! Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me good!" she whispered hoarsely, her emotions completely beyond control.

Faster and faster he rammed his giant cock into her frantically receptive cunt.

"Don't stop!" she screamed as she felt the first spurt of his jism gush into her belly. The feel of the hot sticky fluid squirting against her sensitive cuntal walls carried her over the crest, sending her into a screaming wild orgasm.

"Oh, God!" she moaned in ecstasy as she felt the last drops of his cum spurt into her throbbing cunt.

In their wild frenzy, neither of them had noticed his daughter, Linda, enter the room. Linda had misplaced her car keys and had walked over to the rectory to see if she might have left them there. Linda had frozen in her tracks when she saw her naked father fucking Jack's sister. She had been unable to move as she watched the two lewdly coupled bodies pounding frantically to their mutual orgasms.

Shaking violently she hung to the door, unable to move.

"Oh God, that was good," she heard her father whisper hoarsely, drawing Jill's naked body into his arms.

"You must have the biggest cock in the world," giggled Jill as Linda watched her reach down and caress his limp, juice-smeared prick.

"We shouldn't do this," Linda heard her father sigh.

"But we will, won't we?" Jill giggled.

"Yes, we will," he replied as Linda watched him bury his face between the girl's hard ripe tits.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" the girl asked.

"I have nothing planned except a meeting this evening," was his reply.

"Then let's just lay here and fuck each other silly," giggled Jill.

"Well," Linda heard her father sigh, "this limp prick doesn't look very encouraging."

"Don't worry about that, honey. I can suck that baby hard in a hurry!" laughed Jill as she bent down, inserting his cock in her eager mouth.

Linda quietly slipped out the door and ran frantically toward her house.