Ray Todd: The preacher_s family

Vicky was just finishing in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell.

"Will you please answer the door, Jack?" she called, straightening her hair.

When she entered the room, she was surprised to see Sheriff Johnson and Reverend Lewis standing there with Betty Hunter's mother and Mrs. Collins. She noticed how pale and tired Reverend Lewis seemed to be.

"Hi," Vicky cheerfully greeted the group. "Come in and sit down."

"No thank you, Mrs. Baxter," the sheriff answered quietly. "This is business. These ladies have reported that Reverend Lewis has been molesting your daughter and we'll need you to sign the complaint."

"Molested my daughter?" gasped the woman.

"Well, it's even more than that," he continued. "These ladies have accused him of having sexual relations with Jill."

"But I don't believe it," she answered, staring at the two women.

"It's true, all right, Mrs. Baxter," cackled Betty's mother. "We found the two girls carrying on with some older boys and when we questioned them about it, they bragged that Jill had learned about sex from this vile creature."

"Now if you'll just sign these papers," mumbled the sheriff, "we can take him in."

"I'm not signing a complaint against this man," snapped Vicky, "on charges I've never heard about."

"I'm sorry," the sheriff continued, "we can't prosecute him unless you or your daughter sign the complaint."

"I have no intention of signing your damned complaint!" snapped Vicky.

"But these ladies have told me that your daughter told them all about it."

"I didn't even talk to those women!" shouted Jill from the hall entrance where she had been standing, listening to the conversation.

"But you told my daughter all about it, didn't you?" Betty's mother shouted.

"Don't answer her," interrupted Vicky.

"But…" the girl began.

"Jill," continued her mother, "you don't have to answer these women and you don't have to sign a complaint."

"My God!" gasped the sheriff, "are you going to let this pervert off free? I have a daughter and I don't want filthy beasts like him prowling the streets."

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, I'm not filing charges against Reverend Lewis," Vicky continued in a firm voice, "and I'm sure that these two busybodies can't bring up charges on hearsay."

"Well, Sheriff," snapped Mrs. Collins, "do something!"

"There's nothing I can do, ladies," he sighed. "But I hope all of you decent folks drive him out of town."

Escorting the two women to the door, the sheriff turned once more to Vicky. "I can't understand why you want this pervert to be turned loose on other innocent girls."

"Good night, Sheriff," she answered coolly, closing the door behind him.

"You did, didn't you?" Vicky asked quietly when she turned and faced Reverend Lewis.

"Yes," he answered softly, and then, turning to his daughter, he said, "I'm sorry you had to find out about this, Linda."

"It's no shock, Dad, I watched you with her in the rectory one afternoon," she smiled.

"Please sit down, Reverend," Vicky suggested quietly.

The five people sat for several minutes in an embarrassed silence. The grandfather clock sounded like an automatic rifle in the quiet of the room. "Jack," Vicky said, breaking the silence, "why don't you take the girls to a movie. I would like to talk privately with Reverend Lewis."

When they had gone, she moved over on the sofa by the man.

"I'm not completely blaming you," she said quietly. "You know I found her in bed with Jack?"

"Yes," he answered. "She told me."

"She told you?" gasped Vicky in surprise. "Yes," he replied. "She's a very honest, open person. She's a very special person, and in my distorted way, I love that girl."

"I really think you do," she smiled, "I also realize that she's a damned seductive girl."

"The whole mess seems so unreal," he sighed.

"Let's not start finding blame," interrupted Vicky. "None of us have been leading lily-white lives."

When he didn't say anything, Vicky continued, "What will you do now? They certainly won't let you continue in your church when this gossip gets out."

"I've been planning to leave the ministry for some time now," he replied. "I've known for the last few months that I was in the wrong place. After I lost my wife several years ago, I continued in the church as a place where I felt secure. But I've always known my shortcomings as a minister."

When he had mentioned the lost of his wife, Vicky realized that this man, who had been her spiritual rock for so long, was as lonesome without a mate as she was.

"What will you do now?" she asked.

"I've been offered a job in Indian affairs in Arizona," he replied. "I think I'll find it quite rewarding."

"When will you be leaving?" she asked.

"I've already turned in my resignation to the church and I've just been waiting for the board to find a replacement for me."

"How long will that take?" she asked.

"After this thing came up today," he laughed, "both the church and the town will get rid of me immediately."

"Oh, Frank," she gasped, using his first name for the first time. "I'll miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too, Vicky," he sighed.

"Oh, God," she whispered, unconsciously resting her cheek against his face. "Over the years I've depended so much on your guidance. I just can't believe that you won't be here."

A cold emptiness seemed to engulf her body as she sat with her face pressed to his. Without realizing what she was doing, Vicky reached up and touched his cheek, guiding his mouth down against her open trembling lips. Her whole body seemed to melt as he gently embraced her, their open mouths locked in tenderness.

"Oh, Frank," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I'll miss you so much."

Without answering he drew her soft warm body deeper into his arms. Never had she felt such a need for the strength of his strong gentle arms.

Casually opening a button on his shirt, she slipped her hand in, caressing his hairy chest. The feel of his manly flesh sent delicious quivers through her body. Lips locked in warm passion, they frantically ground their aroused bodies against each other. Feeling his hard excited cock pushing against her hip, he reached down and covered the throbbing bulge with her soft warm hand. Through her dress, she could feel his strong hand massaging her erect nipples as she moved her hand to his fly. Deftly lowering the zipper, she reached inside for his throbbing cock. When she finally managed to release it, she was stunned with its size. It was even thicker and longer than Bob's proud cock. It was the biggest damned cock she had ever seen in her entire life.

Engulfing the delicious cockhead in her hot mouth, she could feel his left hand sliding up against the soft naked flesh of her inner thigh, while his other hand continued massaging her madly erect nipple.

"Oh, God," she whispered, frantically jumping to her feet. "Let's get these damned clothes off."

When they were both completely disrobed, she led him to the big king-sized bed in her room.

"Now," she giggled, gently pushing him down onto the bed. "You're going to get the best loving you've ever had in your life."

Vicky felt so warm and secure cradled in his arms, her gently hand stroking the massive pole of flesh that was thrusting so mightily into the air.

"Oh, God," she whispered, frantically screwing her juicy cunt up around the finger that he had embedded itself in her frothy slit. She turned her eager open mouth to his and thrust her tongue inside. Their tongues passionately entwined as he frantically drove his finger in and out of her hot eager cunt.

In a wild ecstasy, she plunged her open mouth down over his big cockhead. He trembled and moaned as her mouth frantically sucked and sucked while her teeth nibbled against the underside of his big bloated glans.