Jane Fox

The preacher_s naughty flock

CHAPTER ONE

Gloria King was singing the church choir's new selection for Sunday when Joe's hand reached in behind the shower curtain and slid over her well-rounded ass. "Oh!" she squealed, turning around to face her grinning husband. "Joe, for heaven's sake! You scared me!"

Joe was still grinning when he reached for the faucet and shut it off. Then he lifted his wife in his arms, washrag and all, and carried her to the bedroom.

"Joe," Gloria protested, trying to sound stern. "We don't have time. I've got to be at the church at seven."

"There's plenty of time," Joe chuckled, depositing her on the bed. "You're all stripped and ready for action. I'm not going to sit around for three hours with my cock hard waiting for you to try to teach Luke Wellington's flock to sing."

"Oh, Joe…" Gloria protested weakly. Of course she wanted to get to choir practice on time but the sight of her husband's hard cock was enough to convince, her that it really wasn't necessary to be at the church on the dot of seven. The choir would start without her. If she objected now, Joe wouldn't stay home with his hard prick and wait for her. He'd go out and find some other woman who didn't have a time schedule. Keeping Joe home for the evening was much more important than arriving on time at the church.

"Well…" Gloria breathed. She stared at the stiff pole of Joe's powerful cock and her face flamed. Even though she knew that he played around on the side, she couldn't resist the excited tingles that rushed through her body when she thought of how wonderful it would feel when he pushed his stiff prick in her pussy.

"You win," Gloria giggled, holding out her arms. "You're a devil, Joseph King! You're a sexy devil and you know I can't resist you."

"That's just the way I want it," Joe chuckled, shedding his clothes and dropping them in a heap on the floor. "How do you want it, honey? Plain? Or fancy?"

"Fast," Gloria giggled. Her creamy, hot pussy quivered as Joe moved toward the bed and she couldn't help the admiring gasp she gave as he stood before her. Sometimes Joe was crude and uncouth but he never failed to excite her. Even now, after six years of marriage, her pussy still snapped and creamed heavily every time she stared at his big, hard cock.

"Give me a little lick, honey," Joe demanded, waving his huge prick in front of her mouth. "Get my cock all hot and slippery."

Gloria shuddered as her mouth opened obediently. She loved the taste of Joe's hard prick but she wished that he wouldn't put it quite that way. She certainly wasn't a prude. She couldn't have survived six years mated to Joe if she were prudish. She just wanted him to be a little more… well… delicate about what he wanted.

"Mmmmmmm," Gloria breathed, drinking in the hot masculine scent of her aroused husband. Her little pink tongue swirled out and touched the very tip of his cock, dancing lightly over the velvety, hot knob. Her pussy shivered in anticipation as her tongue teased lightly up and down the smooth, burning skin of his shaft.

"Yeah!" Joe gasped. His face turned red and his knees felt like jelly. Gloria could suck a cock better than any woman he'd met yet. Gloria was a super fuck and Joe didn't really know why he bothered chasing other women. Maybe one woman, no matter how sexy she was, just wasn't enough for Joe. At least that was the way it seemed to him. He needed the excitement of new women and the kicks he got out of variety. Maybe it wasn't right but Joe had a hell of a good time doing it.

"Mmmmmmm," Gloria sighed again, probing in Joe's swollen glanshole with the tip of her tongue. She loved the way he tasted, so salty and hot. She'd been shocked when he first suggested that she lick his cock but her shock had turned into joy in very short order. It made her feel naughty and sexy to run her heated tongue over his hard, pulsing cock. It gave her wicked little thrills that rippled right down to her pussy and made it quiver and cream in response.

"Suck it, honey," Joe gasped, breathing hard. "Suck my big, hard prick right down your throat."

Gloria winced a little as she heard his horny demand. If only he wouldn't use those lewd four-letter words, her enjoyment would be complete. She'd asked him once if he could be a little nicer but Joe had only chuckled lewdly. There was no changing him. He delighted in trying to shock her and now he said really crude things even though he knew she didn't like it. It seemed to give Joe a real kick every time he caught her wincing at his vocabulary.

In spite of the fact that Joe's vocabulary was downright obscene, Gloria felt her pussy flood with burning juices. He excited her no matter what he said. Right now her pussy was blazing and she felt weak all over, caught up in a lusty fire of passion. Her pussy mouth shivered delightfully and hot electric sparks flew through her quivering pussy tunnel as her soft lips nibbled at the tip of his big cock.

"Yeah," Joe urged. "Suck it good, baby. Swallow my big prick with those hot, squeezing lips of yours."

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Gloria breathed. She tried not to listen to Joe's nasty words as she wrapped her moist lips around the head of his prick. Her cheeks ballooned in and out as she sucked deeply and his hard cock hurtled forward, drawn into the boiling wetness of her mouth.

"Yeah!" Joe yelped, shoving his cock forward and jerking in excitement. Her mouth was like a blazing inferno, a simmering vat of liquid silk. Her lips squeezed him so tightly that he felt his balls tighten and give a warning jerk. She was really hot tonight and he didn't dare let her suck very long or his cock would explode before he had any real fun. Shooting off in her mouth was fun but Joe wanted more tonight. He wanted to fuck her sweet, shivering pussy and send her off to that damn church with a cunt full of prick cream. That way she wouldn't be able to forget him when she saw her dream man. Joe didn't understand why Gloria was so crazy about that paragon of virtue, Reverend Luke Wellington.

Joe would never admit it, but he was extremely jealous of the handsome minister. Joe didn't like religion or the prudish teachings of Christianity. He was beginning to resent the time Gloria spent at the church, in close conference with the reverend. Of course Joe knew that nothing was happening between Reverend Luke and Gloria. The minister was so straight he probably thought the only thing a cock was for was pissing. He didn't actually have to worry about Gloria when she was in the company of the handsome minister, but he didn't have to like it. He'd seen all the women in the church simper and cast seductive glances at Reverend Luke and the whole thing made Joe sick to his stomach. The ladies were wasting theft time on Reverend Luke. They ought to be flirting with him, where it'd do them some good.

There was only one woman who seemed immune to the reverend's handsome charms. That woman was the minister's wife, Judith. When the other women in the congregation were hanging on Reverend Luke's every word, Judith looked bored to tears. Even Gloria said she thought it was a shame that Judith Wellington yawned through most of her husband's fascinating sermons.

Thinking about Judith Wellington made Joe's cock jerk a little harder in the tight confines of Gloria's throat. She was really a good-looking lady… too lusty and attractive for the reverend. The few times that Joe had allowed himself to be dragged to church, he'd spent the whole time staring at Judith Wellington and his mind sure wasn't on the scriptures that Reverend Luke was spouting. Judith looked like she was dying for a good fuck and Joe decided that if he ever got the chance, he'd be the man to give it to her.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Gloria moaned, chewing ecstatically on Joe's huge, throbbing prick. She had no idea that thinking about Judith Wellington had made Joe's prick suddenly start to jerk. She sucked lustily and fluttered her hot tongue over the underside of Joe's swelling cock, half hoping that he'd shoot in her mouth and she could get to choir practice after all.

"Enough!" Joe yelped, drawing his prick back and grinning down at his wife. "You're a sexy little bitch tonight, aren't you? Let's see if your pussy can suck as hard as your mouth."

Gloria shuddered as Joe climbed onto the bed and aimed his huge cock at the tight little ring of her pussy mouth. She felt the little, lusty mouth snap hungrily and she heard the sucking noise it was making as Joe's cock pushed up against it. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire and her head reeled in passion. A delicious weakness came over her arms and legs as she anticipated the joy of that first, burning plunge when Joe would spear her pussy mouth and shove his wonderful cock right up her shivering, twisting cunt channel. She forgot all about choir practice and the fact that she was going to be late. It didn't matter in the least. She wanted Joe's hot cock and nothing else mattered.

"What do you want, baby?" Joe chuckled, watching Gloria's body tremble. "Tell me what you want or I won't give it to you."

Gloria sighed and shuddered. She didn't want to say the words but she knew that Joe would carry out his threat if she didn't. He'd stuff that wonderful prick of his straight back in his pants if she didn't say what he wanted to hear.

"I… I… I want your cock," she begged, hating herself for using such wicked language. "Fuck me, Joe… fuck me with your big cock!"

Joe chuckled in satisfaction. He knew that Gloria wouldn't say it unless she was practically dying for it. He could always tell when Gloria was hot enough to fuck. If she said it, her little pussy was blazing with lust.

"Pleeeeease?" Gloria pleaded, her hips twisting frantically. "Please, Joe! Fuck meeeeee!"

Joe ginned as he pushed downward with a steady even thrust. He felt Gloria's legs splay out widely and her quivering pussy mouth kissed at the head of his throbbing prick. Her pussy parted like the halves of a peach and her hungry pussy tunnel sucked him into her shuddering wetness as she moaned and writhed in lusty hunger.

"Oooooooooh!" Gloria squealed. Joe's cock was hurtling through her blazing, slippery juices. Her pussy sucked wetly and then he was inside, thrusting in so deeply that she could feel, his bloated burning cockhead mash right up against the soft heat of her womb.

"Aaaaaaagh, yessss!" Gloria sighed, her legs flying up to wrap around his back. "Fuck me, darling… fuck me!"

Joe was intending to do just that. His cock moved slowly in and out, feeling the way her pussy was clutching at his stiff prick. It felt like millions of tiny mouths were sucking at his prick and millions of tiny fingers were massaging his hard, pulsing shaft. Gloria's pussy was so hot that he gasped for breath and he felt his prick stretch to the very back of her pussy tunnel, aching and hard.

"Yeeeeeeeh!" Joe grunted, slamming his cock in and out with lewd abandon. Fucking Gloria was always a kick but tonight she was even hotter than usual. Her pussy was blazing and rippling so desperately that he knew he couldn't hold out for long. It was like sticking his prick into a burning whirlpool and his balls tightened and throbbed demandingly. He had been intending to take a long time to fuck Gloria tonight but now he knew that he couldn't hold out for more than a couple of minutes. She was just too hot and wet. His balls were already throbbing and aching with the fires of lust.

"Harder!" Gloria begged. "Please, darling… fuck me harder!"

Joe slammed in as hard as he could. All his self-control vanished and he pounded in and out of her clutching pussy like a piston in a valve, driving faster and deeper with each searing stroke.

"Aaaaaaagh!" Gloria squealed, locking her heels around Joe's muscular back. Her pussy was a rumbling volcano about to erupt. She could feel the earth-shaking shudders in the back of her squeezing pussy tunnel and she cried out in excitement as the smoldering cavern shook harder and harder around Joe's huge cock. He was thrusting in right to the heart of her blazing lust and it was almost too much to bear. She heard her own voice squealing loudly and all the words that she detested poured from her lips.

"Fuck me hard!" Gloria screamed. "Fuck me deep! Do it, Joe… do it! Make my pussy come around your cock!"

Gloria's lusty words set off the fuse in Joe's trembling balls. He felt them swell and tighten until they were like fiery rocks banging up against the shivering hot flesh of her asscheeks. They pulsed wildly and he hollered loudly as he fought to hang on for just a few more seconds.

Gloria felt the tightening of Joe's balls. She felt the way his prick nosed in farther and stretched until it filled her shuddering pussy tunnel. Every searing thrust carried her higher and higher toward that pinnacle of passion, that would release her from this lusty frustration.

Joe was hurtling his cock forward so hard now that the whole bed was shaking with his lunges. His cock pounded down Gloria's shivering pussy tunnel and his chest smacked against her sweetly trembling titties. He could feel her nipples scrape against the hair on his chest and punch out like two hot pink marbles. Her hard rosy nipples were like pinpoints of fire where they touched him and her pussy was like a vat of molten lava. Her body was glowing with a heat so intense that he could hardly catch his breath for the next hurtling thrust.

"Aaaaaagh!" Gloria screamed. Her legs tightened around his back and her pussy snapped and quivered demandingly. She felt as if she were racing forward at breakneck speed and slamming to a stop every time his cock speared the burning softness of her womb. The shudders of passion turned into fiery waves and her pussyflesh steamed and boiled with gushes of burning cream. She could feel her blazing juices flood her shuddering pussywalls and fly out of her spasming pussy mouth every, time Joe's huge cock filled her tight, nipping channel.

"Jeeeeeeeesus!" Joe yelped, driving in as hard as he could. Her pussy was sucking his cock into a burning vacuum and catching it there, trapping him in a shuddering sea of burning ripples.

"Here it comes!" Joe gasped, driving in and out in a fiery frenzy. "Suck it out, baby… suck it out and swallow it with your hot pussy!"

Gloria's hips swirled. Her heels pounded against Joe's back and her arms trapped him and held him against her burning body. Her nails scratched little paths of burning fire in the skin of his back and she threw back her head and screamed in rapture as the spasms of orgasm tore through her body.

"Aaaaag! Aaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaaagh!" Gloria screamed, her pussy spasming and twining so delightfully that she thought she would surely die of the burning pleasure.

"Aaaaaaaawwwwww!" Joe yelled. He felt Gloria's pussy start to come and he couldn't hold on another second. His balls rippled violently and started to pump – the cum was rising in his cock in a blaze of lust. His prick stretched out to mammoth proportions and his cockhead shuddered convulsively as a burning blast of sperm hurtled forward to splatter against her womb.

At the first juicy blast, Gloria screamed again. The bursting heat of Joe's exploding cock made her pussy come even harder and she writhed and twisted beneath him, trying to drink every fiery drop of his hurtling cum as it splattered deep against her womb. His cock was hosing powerfully, swelling up and spitting out blast after blast of blazing sperm. It felt like a water pipe had exploded inside her shuddering pussy tunnel and was drowning her in hot, creamy juice.

Joe threw back his head and let out a loud, joyful boom of laughter. It felt so wonderful that he couldn't help his passionate delight. His cock was spurting and spouting like a geyser and Gloria's shivering pussy was drinking every drop. He hadn't known he'd had so much sperm in his body. It felt like his prick was never going to stop spurting but that was fine with him. Every burning blast was ecstasy and he ground his prick in until he was glued to her devouring pussy, letting the fiery explosions go on and on.

Gloria thought she would surely die. Maybe she'd died already and this was heaven. There could be nothing more heavenly than feeling the liquid bursts of pleasure slam through her spasming cunt tunnel. This glorious burst of release was surely the ultimate rapture… the heavenly glory that Reverend Luke preached about each Sunday in the big white stately church.

Church! Gloria's swirling mind froze as she thought about the church. The rippling thrills died quickly in her shivering pussy tunnel and she sighed lustily and her body came back to earth. She opened her eyes and saw that Joe had collapsed against her body, his head pillowed on her shuddering breasts.

"Oh!" Gloria gasped, making an effort to pull herself together. "Oooooh, honey… that was wonderful, but I've got to go. What time is it?"

Joe groaned and grumbled but he lifted his arm to look at his watch. Then he grinned in satisfaction. "Twenty past seven," he chuckled. "I guess you're late after all. I hope good old Reverend Luke started without you."

The moment that Gloria heard how late she was, she pushed frantically at Joe with her hands. "Hurry, honey!" she gasped. "I've got to get over there. They might send somebody over to get me!"

Joe chuckled, completely enjoying his wife's frantic efforts to move his heavy body. "That might be fun," he chuckled. "Reverend Luke would get the shock of his life if he walked in here right now and saw us like this. Maybe he'd change his mind about those raptures of heaven. He might even turn human if he saw us having this much fun."

"Oooooh, JOE!" Gloria gasped. "What a terrible thing to say!"

Even though Gloria was properly shocked at her husband's lewd comment, her pussy gave an excited little spasm as she thought about the handsome minister walking in and seeing her nude. Then she shook her head angrily and pushed Joe up with a burst of surprising strength. She was getting as lewd as Joe if she could think about something that shocking and get pleasure out of the thought. It was absolutely disgusting!

Five frantic minutes later, Gloria was running up the steps to the church. She stopped at the doorway and straightened her hair. She certainly hoped that no one would guess the real reason she was late.

Gloria felt her face turn a guilty red as she climbed the steps to the choir loft. She knew she had to avoid looking at Reverend Luke until she composed herself. She tried to get in the right frame of mind for this Christian meeting but all the attractive blonde could think about was what would happen if Reverend Luke really had seen her naked. Would he react like a normal, red-blooded man? Would Reverend Luke's cock get as hard as Joe's? Or perhaps even harder?

CHAPTER TWO

Gloria had led the struggling choir through the third selection before she had the nerve to meet Reverend Luke's eyes. He was looking at her with his usual friendly expression and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God he didn't suspect the reason she'd been so late!

She smiled back at the minister and her face flushed prettily. She wondered if there was just a bit more warmth in his smile to her as when he smiled at the other ladies. Perhaps she was only imagining it, but Reverend Luke was always quick with the compliments when the choir sounded good on Sunday. He seemed to admire her for some reason. It was probably nothing more than that. He was just grateful that she'd volunteered for the dreary job of choir director.

Gloria would have been indeed surprised if she had been able to read the minister's mind when he smiled at her. Reverend Luke wasn't thinking of Gloria's Christian virtues at all. He was thinking about how pretty she looked with her face flushed and how attractive she was when she raised her arms above her head to direct the choir. He admired the rising swell of her breasts and her narrow, supple waist. Reverend Luke really wished that he had married someone like Gloria instead of Judith, who was causing him a lot of grief lately.

Reverend Luke's mind was far away as he added his baritone voice to the choir. He was reliving his engagement to Judith and how naive he'd been. He had just finished divinity school and he had a position in a small church in the Midwest as a junior minister. It was a modest start, but he was sure he'd work his way up to a senior minister in a few years.

"You need a wife," Reverend Simmons, the senior minister, had told him. "It's just a fact of life, Luke. The husbands in the congregation are always jealous of a young, single minister, especially if he's as handsome as you are. Find a good Christian wife, Luke, and you'll go far."

Luke had started on his search for a wife in the small congregation itself. Judith Hamilton in particular had caught his eye. He didn't know much about the girl but she came from a good family. She had just graduated from college and she seemed flattered by his interest. Luke didn't hear about Judith's escapades in college until they were married and she laughed at him for being shocked. At the same time he found out about Judith's fondness for brandy, and life had been a nightmare ever since. He was horrified when Judith revealed her lusty appetites. The drinking compounded the problem and things went from bad to worse in just a few months. Judith was the reason that he'd accepted the position in Greenwood, miles away from the scandal of his last position. He still trembled in righteous anger every time he thought of Judith and that hippie band leader. At least she'd had the sense to indulge her lewd appetites in another town. The congregation hadn't known why their beloved minister had suddenly accepted another position halfway across the country and they never would.

Luke blinked and forced himself to think of other things. Judith had been behaving herself after a fashion since they'd arrived in Greenwood but the drinking problem had increased. Luke knew that his wife was nearing the limit of her endurance. She was nervous and bitchy and often he'd go home to the parsonage to find her in an alcoholic haze. Something had to be done but Luke was at a loss to know what. He'd prayed and prayed but the Good Lord had seen fit to do nothing to relieve his burdens.

Luke looked up with a start and realized that Gloria was waiting for him to answer her. "Oh, sorry…" he mumbled. "I was just thinking about my sermon for Sunday. What did you say, Gloria?" A couple of seconds later they were searching for some music in the choir loft cupboard while the choir took a break. Gloria finally found the selection and lifted the box of music, catching her skirt in the process. As she picked up the stacked folders her skirt came up with them and Reverend Luke found himself kneeling on the floor staring at the creamy expanse of Gloria's smooth, sexy thigh.

Gloria's first reaction was to tug her skirt down immediately but she noticed the flicker of interest on Reverend Luke's face and she stood still, blushing as he stared at her legs. A heady, weak feeling came over her as she realized that the minister had an expression of lust on his handsome face. For one frozen moment Gloria stared at the lusting minister as he gazed admiringly at her legs and then she let out a startled little squeak and tugged her skirt down hastily. What had gotten into her, letting him stare at her that way? She wasn't herself at all tonight!

Somehow Reverend Luke managed to get through the rest of the practice session. He couldn't get the image of Gloria's creamy thighs out of his mind. It excited him beyond all reason and he prayed that no one else had noticed his flash of passion. He was very relieved when choir practice was over and he hurried across the lawn to the parsonage. All this pressure was getting to him. He had no right to lust after another man's wife. It was sinful and immoral.

Luke thought about Gloria as he walked across the big yard. If only he'd married someone like Gloria, his life would be a lot simpler. As it was, he didn't know what to expect when he got home tonight. He knew that Judith had been drinking this afternoon. He'd smelled it on her breath when he'd come home for dinner. The house was messy and Judith had been taking a nap. He had turned on the oven and heated frozen T.V. dinners for both of them. Judith had barely been able to stagger to the table.

As Luke came in the side door, he noticed that every light in the house was on. The television was blaring away in the living room and the dishes from breakfast were still stacked in the sink. The whole parsonage smelled like a distillery and Luke shuddered as he threw away the empty bottle of brandy on the kitchen counter. Judith was drinking openly now, not even bothering to hide her empty bottles of brandy after she finished them. Luke tried to think of it as a good sign. At least she wasn't hiding her problems. Perhaps, as the physchology books proclaimed, Judith's refusal to hide her problems was a plea for help. Somehow Luke didn't think that was the case. Judith probably just didn't care any more. She certainly didn't value his opinion of her. Just the other day she had made it perfectly clear that she just didn't give a damn.

Luke ran water in the sink and set the dishes in to soak. Then he wiped up the spilled brandy on the counter and walked slowly toward the living room. In a way, he hoped that Judith was asleep. She could be very quarrelsome and nasty when she was drunk. Luke just didn't know if he could take that tonight.

Walking quietly so as not to wake Judith if she were asleep, Luke tiptoed into the living room. He stopped short in the doorway and put his hand to his mouth in shocked surprise. Judith was asleep but not in the way he'd expected!

Reverend Luke's lovely wife was lying naked on the couch and she was breathing deeply. Her body was sprawled comfortably and her legs were spread. One hand was resting on her swelling breast, her fingers partially clenched around one full rosy nipple. Judith's other hand was buried between her legs and there was shiny cream sticking to her fingers. She had a satisfied smile on her face and even though her posture was obscene, she was smiling as sweetly as an angel.

Luke's mouth dropped open. He was much too shocked to speak. He stood like a statue and stared at his lovely wife and his head pounded in righteous anger. What if someone had come to the parsonage and found her in this state? The church board would have dismissed him on the spot! Luke looked around quickly and gasped again as he saw that the picture window was open. She hadn't even had the decency to pull the curtains. Anyone who passed by could have seen the minister's wife spread out like a whore for everyone to see!

Luke's blood began to boil. Even though he tried to remind himself that Judith was a sick woman if she did something like this, he couldn't press down his anger. Judith was ruining another job for him. What was she trying to prove? What hatred made her try to destroy herself with liquor and destroy him as well? Wasn't it bad enough that she had caused him to lose one position already? What would happen before Judith's destructive desires were finally satisfied? Did she want to see him ridden out of Greenwood on a rail?

Luke's hands tightened into hard fists and he had to fight the urge to smash his fists into her wicked face. He was shaking violently and he took a step toward her, before he managed to check his violent anger. He pivoted on his heel and strode to the window, pulling heavy drapes closed with a vicious snap of his wrist. He turned around again and stared at his wife fiercely. He couldn't seem to look away. Then his anger turned inward as he realized that in spite of Judith's obscene pose, or perhaps because of it, his cock was hardening in a lewd response to her lusty nakedness.

"Oh, God!" Luke whispered, tearing his eyes away from the depraved sight. He picked up a quilt and threw it over his wife. This was surely the work of the devil! There was no way a Christian man, a minister preaching the ways of righteousness, should find such a disgusting sight exciting!

Judith's eyelids quivered as she felt the quilt cover her body. She blinked and opened her eyes, surveying her husband's angry expression through bleary eyes. Then she smiled a sulky little smile.

"Hi, Lukey," she drawled, her voice deep and her words slurred by the alcohol. "I'm glad you're home. I missed you, honey."

Luke avoided her pleading glance and looked down at the green tufted carpet. His anger left as rapidly as it had come, leaving him with stunned sadness. Judith looked so miserable now with her hair mussed and trailing from the bun she'd tried to make on the top of her head. He felt so sorry for her he could have cried. He just wished there was something he could do to help her but she refused to talk about her problems when he attempted to mention them. She refused to recognize that there was anything wrong. She claimed that she only had a little "drinky-poo" to relax her once in a while, even though the number of empty bottles Luke put into the garbage every week was testimony to the contrary.

"Oooooh, don't be mad at me, honey," Judith pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I've been a bad girl, haven't I? You'll forgive me though, won't you Luke? You always forgive me. I'm so glad I married a minister. Ministers know how to forgive."

Luke looked up as Judith struggled to a sitting position. She blinked and looked bewildered. The poor girl didn't really know what she'd done. Jesus had begged His Father to forgive His enemies. Forgiving Judith was the least he could do.