Jane Fox - The preacher_s naughty flock

"You and Reverend Luke?" Joe hollered. "What?" He listened for a moment and then he started to grin. "Well… I'll be damned!" he laughed. "You're all over there now, huh?" There was another pause and Joe chuckled again. "I can do it, all right," he promised. "But remember, I get the first crack at your virgin ass as my reward!"

"You don't say!" Joe breathed, trying his best to look shocked and horrified. "How disgusting! Why, you poor girl… just look at the way your hands are shaking. Let me get you a glass of brandy to warm you up."

"Oh, thank you," Rebecca said, clasping her trembling hands together. "But, Joe… I don't drink. I don't believe in imbibing strong beverages."

"That's a good idea," Joe said, patting Rebecca's shoulder in a kindly manner and hiding his grin as best he could. "This isn't really a normal situation though, Rebecca. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you caught a chill from all this shock. Even doctors recommend brandy for a chill. I'll just pour you a little glass and you can sip it."

"Well…" Rebecca paused, trying to decide what to do. She'd never had a drink in her life but it was true that brandy had medicinal properties when taken in careful moderation. "All right, Joe," she agreed, attempting a smile. "Perhaps you're right. It's true that I'm shaking all over."

"Of course you're shaking." Joe exclaimed, handing her a double shot of straight brandy. "Now sip it slowly, dear. It might burn a little going down, but it'll warm you up."

Rebecca raised the glass to her lips and took a tentative swallow. Then she made a face and shook her head. "It's awful!" she gasped. "I'm sorry, but I'll never be able to drink this, Joe."

"Just pretend it's medicine," Joe smiled. "Hold your nose and drink it straight down. I certainly wouldn't want to hear you'd gotten sick on top of everything else."

Joe turned away as Rebecca raised the glass obediently. He winked in the general direction of the window where Matt, Gloria, Judith and Reverend Luke were supposed to be hiding.

"I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," Matt whispered from his hiding place. "Maybe this is going to work after all."

"There… isn't that better?" Joe asked, taking the glass from the red-faced Rebecca. "I think if you have another little glassful you ought to be fine."

"Well, if you really think so…" Rebecca agreed. It was nice leaving everything in Joe's capable hands. After the first swallow, the brandy hadn't tasted bad at all. It made her feel warm all over just as Joe had promised. Now she was glad she'd come to Joe and shared this terrible burden. He seemed like a very sensible man.

"What do you think we should do about those horrible things I saw?" Rebecca asked, swallowing the second glass of brandy quickly.

"Well… let me see now," Joe mused, doing his best to act serious and thoughtful. He filled Rebecca's glass for the third time and almost chuckled out loud as she started to drink it without even noticing.

"Maybe you'd better go through it again, just to make sure I've got all the facts," Joe said, watching Rebecca's face turn pink with the effects of the brandy. "You went to Reverend Luke's office to talk to him and you saw my wife, Gloria in an intimate position with the reverend. Is that right?"

"Yes!" Rebecca breathed. "That's exactly right!"

"You didn't tell me what they were doing," Joe remarked, staring at Rebecca's flushed face. "You'd better be a little more explicit, Becky. I want to make sure I've got the whole picture."

Rebecca's face turned much redder as she thought about what she'd seen. It was embarrassing, giving Joe all the details but he seemed to want to know everything.

"Well… she was sitting on top of him," Rebecca reported. "They were both naked and she was… well… they were engaged in an act of lust."

"Oh," Joe ginned. "They were fucking?"

"Uh… yes," Rebecca whispered, her face the color of an American Beauty rose. "They were."

"Then you went over to the parsonage to tell Judith," Joe prodded. "Tell me exactly what you saw when you walked in the living room."

"Judith was stretched out on the floor facing the doorway," Rebecca recounted. "Matt was lying on top of her and his… his face was between her legs."

"Wait a second," Joe said, keeping his tone as serious as a news commentator. "I don't exactly understand, Becky. You said you were in the doorway… like this." Joe got up from the couch and stood in the doorway of the room. "Now Judith was where?"

"It's simple," Rebecca smiled, not understanding the reason for Joe's confusion but eager to give him all the facts. She pointed to a spot on the floor and laughed shakily. "Judith was right down there, facing the door."

Joe shook his head, being deliberately dumb. "I can't picture it, Becky," he said, sighing deeply. "I guess you'll have to show me what position Judith was in."

"She was stretched out like this," Rebecca explained, stretching out on the rug on her back to demonstrate. "I know she saw me. She was staring right at the doorway."

"Wait," Joe said, still shaking his head as Rebecca started to get up again. "Just stay there for a second, Becky. Now where was Matt?"

"He was lying on top of her," Rebecca said patiently, beginning to feel a little foolish. "He had his head between her legs and his feet were up here, on both sides of her face. He was kneeling, don't you see?"

"Not really," Joe grinned moving quickly to Rebecca's side. "Matt was here… like this and he was kneeling?"

Rebecca gave a little gasp of shock as Joe's body covered hers. She wasn't sure if this was proper or not, but it couldn't make any difference. They weren't naked like Judith and Matt had been.

"That's right," Rebecca answered in a strangled sort of voice. Joe's head was resting on her thigh and she could feel his hot breath right through her dress. It made little tingles run up and down her body every time he breathed.

"Matt was kissing Judith's thigh?" Joe asked, doing his best not to laugh. "Was that what he was doing?"

"Uh… no," Rebecca gasped. "He wasn't kissing at all. He was licking and it wasn't her thigh!"

"Where then?" Joe asked, managing to sound convincingly puzzled.

"Oooooooh!" Rebecca moaned, fighting the strange thrills that quivered in her pussy as Joe asked her questions. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. How could she tell Joe exactly what Matt had been doing? It was just too horrible for words!

"Oh… I get it!" Joe chuckled. "Now I know what you're trying to say. Matt was licking Judith's pussy, like this!"

"Ooooooohhhh!" Rebecca shrieked as Joe pulled up her skirt. His fingers were on her panties before the shocked woman could protest and he tore them off so quickly that she didn't even have time to scream again.

"Yup," Joe chuckled. "Matt must have been licking her pussy just like this!"

"Aaaaaagh!" Rebecca screamed as Joe's mouth came down on her shuddering pussy flesh. Then his tongue was poking out right between her soft, hot cuntal lips and there was a burst of delightful heat as he lapped over her shivering tissues. It felt like a fire had started in her pussy and she groaned and struggled helplessly, trying to twist away from Joe's wicked tongue.

"Stop!" she screamed. "Joe! You can't it's… it's… it's aaaaaagh!"

Joe grinned in triumph as his hot, smooth tongue whirled straight to the top of Rebecca's burning pussyslit. She was still protesting weakly, but he knew that it was all a sham. She didn't want him to stop at all. Her pussy was gushing with hot, tasty cream and her whole body was quivering with lust. Her pussy was telling him the truth as her lips lied. She didn't want him to stop at all.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Rebecca sighed, quivering wildly with the heat of her exploding emotions. Joe's tongue was like a burning snake, wiggling to the very top of her pussy groove and circling the hard throbbing bump of her clitty as if it were ready to strike. She screamed again and then his tongue was fluttering over the sensitive little bud, driving her insane with lusty pleasure. Her cuntmouth was spasming and flooding her whole pussy, and for a moment Rebecca thought that he would drown in her hot, burning juices. Everything was wet and hot and exciting beyond her wildest imagination.