Unknown - The barnyard orgy

Reverend James Walker had been the minister in the rural community of Woods Fork for the past six years, and both he and his wife, Abby, were highly thought of by the congregation. Standing on the church steps talking to some of his church members, one Sunday after the services were over, he was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

Pretty little Marci Wilks was standing with the morning sun behind her, and her sexy young figure was deliciously silhouetted through the thin material of her Sunday dress. The outline of the youngster's shapely legs was making the man's cock throb wildly in his pants.

Reverend Walker had enjoyed sexual favors with many of the more attractive women in his flock, but the one girl he wanted to fuck most of all was this cute youngster. The man knew it was mad to want to fuck this teenager, but he'd been secretly lusting for her cunt ever since she first reached puberty.

Reverend Walker was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the conversation as he watched Marci standing with her big brother, Kirk. The two young people were obviously waiting for their father to bring the car around from the parking area behind the church. They lived with their widowed dad on a small farm, and he always brought his son and daughter to church with him on Sundays.

When old man Wilks finally drove away with Marci and her brother, the reverend was suddenly conscious of Laverne Crain chattering next to him.

"You must read it," he heard her say. "I've never been so upset in my life."

"Read what?" he muttered, embarrassed that he hadn't been listening.

"I've already told you," she said in an exasperated voice. "It's that letter I found in my husband's coat."

"Where is he today?"

"That's just it," she continued with tears in her eyes. "He's out of town, and I think he's with another woman."

"Oh, Laverne," he scoffed. "Frank would never do anything like that."

"I didn't think he would either," she half-sobbed. "But that was before I found this letter."

"Are you sure it's not just your imagination?" he asked. "You're a young and attractive woman. I can't believe Frank would cheat on you."

"Oh, Reverend Walker." She began openly sobbing. "I need your help."

"In what way?"

"I want you to read the letter and advise me what to do."

"Do you have it with you?" he asked.

"No," she answered, dabbing a handkerchief to her eyes. "It's home, but I wondered if you could stop by the house this afternoon."

"I really don't know," he said, hesitatingly. "I have several things to take care of."

"Please," she whispered. "It will only take a few minutes."

"Okay," he finally agreed. "I'll stop by around three o'clock."

Later that afternoon, when Laverne opened the door for him, the reverend was a bit shocked by her appearance. The woman was a very attractive person in her early thirties who habitually wore severe clothes and tied her red hair on top of her head, but this afternoon she was wearing a soft, green robe with her long red hair falling down around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming, Reverend," she said, leading him into the living room.

"I just hope I can be of some help," he murmured as she handed him the letter.

Reading it, the man was thoroughly shocked by its contents. It was obviously from a woman to Laverne's husband, and it unashamedly referred to the intimacies they were enjoying, including oral sex.

"Whew!" gasped the reverend as he handed the letter back to her. "They must have had quite a party."

"Reverend!" she snapped. "Don't be so flippant about this."

"I don't mean to be flippant," he explained. "I'm just shocked."

"Imagine what a slut she must be to indulge in oral sex with him," she went on, wringing her hands in disdain.

"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that," said the reverend. "Sexual mores have changed in the past few years, and these things are more or less accepted today."

"Are you condoning them?" she screamed, her eyes flashing with anger.

"No," he calmly answered. "But I'm not condemning them either."

"I can't believe you," she whispered, her body trembling as she stepped in front of him. "You're a man of God, and you're condoning their filthy behavior."

"I'm a minister," he softly said. "I'm not the judge."

"You filthy beast!" she screamed, hysterically slapping him across the face. Momentarily stunned from the unexpected blow, he grabbed the woman's shoulders and began shaking her.

"I hate you!" she sobbed, unaware that the front of her gown had fallen open from the wild activity.

"That's quite a set of tits," he commented, boldly staring at her deliciously exposed nipples.

"My God!" she gasped, pulling the front of her gown together. "You're no better than my filthy husband!"

"Laverne," he said in a cold, steely voice. "No wonder your husband had gone to another woman."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a beautiful person," he answered. "But you're the coldest bitch I've ever met."

"You're nothing but a filthy pig!"

"Laverne," he sighed. "Have you ever really let yourself go with your husband?"

"That's none of your damned business!" she snapped.

"Maybe not," laughed the man. "But there's nothing wrong with you that a good hot fuck wouldn't cure."

"Let go of me!" hissed the beautiful redhead, trying to twist away from his grip.

"You need a big, hard cock in your cunt," he sarcastically announced. "A nice, big, thick prick that would twist around deep in your pussy, a nice, big cock that would fuck in and out in and out until you were screaming with ecstasy. Yes, you need a big swollen boner that could fill your juicy little cunt with jizz."

As disgusting as he sounded, Laverne found that his lewd descriptions were faintly exciting her. The possessive way he was holding her, and his obscene, but vivid descriptions of sex were bringing exciting tingles to her pussy.

"Let go of me!" she sobbed, trying to push him away as a warm glow began faintly burning in her pussy.

Suddenly excited by a strange, burning fire in her eyes, the reverend grasped her waist, pulling her soft, warm body up tightly against him.

"NO!" she shrieked, feeling his hard prick pressing against her through his pants.

The front of her gown had opened, and Laverne could feel her pussy hair rubbing against the material of his trousers. She knew this was all wrong, but she suddenly felt a strange excitement, realizing that only his pants separated his throbbing cock from her cunt.

"Feel it?" he panted. "Can you feel that big, hard prick? God, how I want to fuck your cute little pussy."

"You filthy asshole!" she panted, trying to push him away.

"Stop, being a fool," he whispered. "You know you'd love to have this hot, live cock stuffed up your cunt."

"Please let me go," she sobbed, his obscene words starting to arouse her in spite of her disgust for him.

Ignoring her pleading, the reverend thrust his hands through the front of her gown and, reaching around, grasped the soft cheeks of her ass, pulling her squirming cunt up tighter against his throbbing hard-on.

"No! No!" squealed Laverne, pounding his chest with her clenched fists. "Stop it! You've got to stop it!"

Trembling violently, the lovely redhead could feel his hands massaging and kneading her deliciously bare ass while his fingers goosed into the soft fleshy crack between her asscheeks. A hot, damp helplessness began flowing through her body as the hard bulge in the front of his pants continued rotating suggestively against her warm, naked pussy.

Laverne knew this was wrong, but when he lowered his mouth down toward her, she raised her lovely face and offered him her softly parted lips. With their tongues entwined in a deep kiss, Laverne began passionately grinding her pussy against his throbbing hard-on.