Ray Todd - The preacher_s family

Thinking about the session in her dad's bed, the thoughts of Jack's passionate fucking filled her mind. As she thought more about Jack, thoughts of her father completely disappeared.

She wished Jack were with her right now. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

When she slipped into bed that night, she reached down and gently stroked her itchy cunt, reliving the afternoon she had spent in Jack's anus. Her eyes closed and, with visions of Jack's lean naked body before her, she savagely stroked her eager cunt until she was swallowed up by a delicious orgasm.

The summer moved slowly on. Jack and Linda spent every available minute fucking. During the day when no one was at home, they fucked in each other's houses, and in the evenings they fucked in his car, in fields or anywhere they could find a few minutes of privacy. Every sex performance seemed better and better to the newly sexually liberated girl. Her every thought was of sex. Walking down the street, she would unconsciously stare down at every man's crotch, wondering how he would be in bed. At the swimming pool, she would almost go wild looking at the luscious big bulges in the men's pricks. Although she fantasized erotically over every male she saw, she received all of her sexual fulfillment from Jack.

It was a pleasant summer for Jack's mother as well. Vicky Baxter was relieved that the episode between her son and daughter seemed to be over. Linda seemed to be talking up all of Jack's time and she was pleased because it kept him away from his sister. Jill had changed a lot, as well. Since that first talk with Reverend Lewis, she seemed to be a different girl. Instead of moping around the house, she spent most of her afternoons helping Reverend Lewis at the rectory. She often stayed late after church services helping the dear reverend clean up. Often when he had to drive out into the country to minister to one of his flock, he would take Jill with him. Vicky thought it amazing that a girl should be so active in the church, but she realized that good religious training could do her no harm.

Another delicious thing about the summer fix Vicky was Kirk Norton and his partner, Bob. Once or twice a month those beautiful sexual athletes would slip into town and call Vicky. The three of them would get away for a beautiful uncomplicated sex romp. There was no jealousy, she liked them equally well, and it was always so fantastically erotic. Every session seemed to wash her tensions away for weeks.

It was a good summer, and on this one particular afternoon, Vicky Baxter was sitting in her office waiting for Linda Lewis. Vicky liked Linda and with Jack out of town at a baseball clinic, she had asked his fiance to have lunch with her.

It was shortly after twelve when Linda bounced into the office. She was like a breath of sunlight with her long blonde hair, and a short yellow summer dress that complimented her lovely tanned legs.

"Hi, Mrs. Baxter," she smiled, showing her lovely white teeth. "I'm sorry I'm a late."

"That's all right, dear," replied Vicky. "I just barely got my work put away. Where would you like to have lunch, Linda?"

Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door and Vicky's boss, George Walton, entered.

"Hello, Linda," he smiled when he saw the girl with Vicky, then he beamed at Vicky. "Guess who's waiting in the reception room to see you?"

Before she could answer, Kirk Norton and Bob Finch burst into the room.

"Hi, Linda, baby," Bob sang out in high spirits. "We've come to take you to lunch."

"Yes," laughed Kirk, "and because it's Friday, this old Simon Legree has agreed to give you the rest of the day off."

Flustered, she glanced first at Linda and then back to the men.

"Sorry, fellows," she smiled nervously. "I'm taking my son's fiance to lunch."

Turning back to the girl, she said, "Linda, this is Kirk Norton and Bob Finch."

"Hello," she smiled, pleased at the way they boldly appraised her. She could tell that they liked what they saw.

"That's no problem," laughed Bob, still staring at Linda's luscious tits, "Linda can come with us."

"No, boys," Vicky interrupted. "We'll make it another time. Linda and I must hurry."

"Well, how about Linda," smiled Bob. "No one has asked her what she'd like to do."

Linda glanced over at Vicky.

"Well, Linda," asked Kirk. "What's the verdict?" Glancing at the men and then back to Vicky, she said, "I think it would be fun."

"Then it's all settled," shouted Kirk with boyish enthusiasm, grabbing Vicky's arm and leading her through the door.

With Linda and Bob following a few, steps behind, Vicky whispered up at Kirk, "Now none of your damned funny stuff, this girl is our minister's daughter and my son's fiance."

"Never fear, my sex-pot, never fear," he smiled.

Vicky gently squeezed his arm, happy to be with them again and knowing they would never do anything to make her uncomfortable with Linda.

"Where are we having lunch?" she asked Kirk as she settled down in the front seat of the car with him as Linda and Bob seated themselves in the back.

"I thought we'd drive out to the beach house for a swim and dine sumptuously on cold chicken and white wine," he answered buoyantly, guiding the car away from the curb and into the flow of traffic.

Driving along the coast highway, the car was filled with light banter and laughter. The gaiety and humor of the two men was contagious. Linda was enjoying the drive more than any outing she had ever taken. To her, Bob Finch was one of the most fascinating men she had ever met in her life. He wasn't much younger than her own father but he had a virile radiance that screamed excitement. His warm soft eyes almost seemed to caress hers as they idly chatted together.

As the car purred down the highway, it seemed perfectly natural to Linda when he rested his hand casually on her soft inner thigh. Linda closed her eyes and wallowed in complete contentment as she listened to the drone of happy voices. A tingling flame shot through her cunt as she felt his fingers lightly circling and gently caressing her thighs. She almost stopped breathing as she felt his fingers slowly creeping higher and higher up her bare inner leg, as he continued his light conversation with the couple in the front seat.

Linda's body quivered with a new excitement when she noticed the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Instinctively she reached over and cupped the hard mass in her hand. She could feel the heat of his cock burning through the material as it throbbed against her sweaty palm.

As they approached the beach house, Vicky leaned over and whispered into Kirk's ear, "Now please don't do anything that will embarrass Linda."

"Don't worry, Vicky, we won't do anything to embarrass her," he smiled, watching through the rear-view mirror where Linda was frantically massaging Bob's cock while his finger was plunging in and out of her hot wet cunt.

When they entered the beach house, Linda was absolutely amazed at how luxurious it was. Her feet sank into the deep carpets. Huge pillow-strewn sofas were situated in front of the massive fireplace. When Kirk drew the heavy curtains, she gasped at the dazzling white sand and ocean that seemed to be right at their feet.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" she gasped at Mrs. Baxter, unaware of how many times her future mother-in-law had been fucked in that room.

"It is lovely, isn't it?" she replied.

"Do you live here?" asked Linda, still awed by it all.

"No," smiled Kirk. "This beach house is owned by our company and we use it occasionally when we're in town. Ted Wallace, the caretaker who lives down the beach, watches it and keeps it stocked with food for us."

"Well," called Bob, "shall we take a dip before lunch?"