Ray Todd

Animal farm orgy

CHAPTER ONE

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.

"Feel my cock, honey," he panted hotly into her mouth. "Take my cock."

As if she'd completely lost her own will, Laverne obediently reached down and lovingly caressed his big prick through the front of his pants.

"Now that's better," he whispered, picking her up and carrying her over to the couch. With all resistance gone, the beautiful redhead closed her eyes and lay her head back as his fingers crept deliciously up between her thighs. With her gown completely open in front, the minister stared excitedly at her slippery little cunt that was so provocatively exposed between her slightly parted legs. The juicy, pink lips of her pussy were swollen with lust, little drops of oily cunt juice glistening on her slick, soft flesh. Her quivering pussy was a sight to behold, deliciously exposed in the soft nest of her fiery-red pussy hair. Her hot, fleshy little cunt was quivering with excitement as the warm pussy juices of her womanhood oozed out, trickling down between the soft cheeks of her ass.

Trembling with lust, he gently parted her thighs and lowered his face into the fragrant warmth of her musky crotch.

"Ooooooh!" she squealed, experiencing the feel of a tongue on her cunt for the first time in her life. "What are you doing?"

"Licking your juicy little cunt," he whispered.

"That's awfully naughty," she said, giggling. "But it sure feels good."

Having never experienced anything like this with her husband, the feel of the reverend's tongue on her clit was almost blowing the beautiful woman's mind. She'd always thought oral sex was filthy and disgusting, but having her cunt licked was the most heavenly thing she'd ever experienced.

"Oh, Jesus, Reverend!" she squealed, writhing wildly around on the sofa. "I've never felt anything so good in my life."

Clutching her lurching hips, the man tried to hold her still as he pressed his face deeper into the hot, moist fragrance of her oozing pussy. His experienced tongue lapped deliciously around the slick, soft ridges of her cunt walls. Her warm, tangy pussy juices flowed over his tongue, filling his mouth with the heavenly flavor of her hotly aroused cunt. Twisting his face from side to side like a rutting animal, he forced his tongue deeper and deeper into her juicy pussy while his upper lip continued deliciously teasing her lust-swollen clitty.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, using four letter words for the first time in her life. "I can't stand much more of this! Oh, shit, it feels so fuckin' good!"

Having never experienced such intense joy in her life, Laverne was pinching and squeezing her own swollen nipples, completely crazed by the man's sucking, slurping mouth.

"Suck, honey, suck!" she squealed, frantically pounding the cushions with her clenched fists. "Oh, fuck, it's so shittin' good! So good! Suck! Suck! Suck!"

Laverne had lost all contact with reality and was conscious of absolutely nothing except these agonizingly delicious sensations that were screaming through her pleasure-racked body. As the mind-blowing ecstasy mounted, her long red hair flailed wildly around her beautifully flushed face.

"Shit, Rev!" screamed the half-crazed woman, pushing down on the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into her spit-soaked crotch. "I'm coming… coming! Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus, how I'm coming…coming… commmmiiiinnnggg!"

Her quivering body twisted and jerked through her frantic orgasm. It was several minutes before she started to recover from her wild climax.

"God!" she whispered a few moments later. "I guess you were right. That was the first time I've ever really let myself go."

"I'm glad," said the reverend, "because we're just getting started."

"Oh, good," she giggled, looking down at the big hard-on bulging out in the front of his pants. "Because I sure need that big fuckin' cock in my horny little cunt."

When the reverend stood up and began removing his clothes, Laverne slipped out of her gown and lay back bare-assed naked on the couch. As he rapidly disrobed, the preacher couldn't keep his eyes off of her naked, squirming body.

"Oh, Reverend," she whispered in an awed voice when he finally dropped his shorts, revealing the big lusty prick thrusting up from between his legs. Except for her husband's cock, this was the only other cock she'd ever seen, and she was completely fascinated by the sight. As he moved toward the couch, she had a strange and urgent desire to lick his big shiny cock-head. Years ago, when her husband had asked her to suck him off, she'd been highly pissed off, but today she had a strong urge to taste this big blue-veined prick.

When he was standing beside the sofa, the beautiful redhead reached out and lovingly grasped his throbbing cock-shaft in her soft hand, tenderly drawing him toward her. The feel of his big meaty prick throbbing hotly in her hand only added to her mounting lust. Gently running her fingers up and down the thick length of his swollen cock, she lovingly explored every sinewy bump and pulsing vein on his magnificent boner. Excitedly squeezing the big gnarly hard-on, Laverne could distinctly feel the hot blood pumping through the distended veins just beneath his tightly stretched cock-skin.

Clutching the thick base of his rigid prick-shaft, Laverne lowered her head and lightly ran the tip of her tongue across the shiny, hard surface of his big cock-head. The aroma of his prick was strong but exciting, and she found the taste extremely stimulating.

Clutching tightly to the base of his boner, Laverne began passionately licking the entire surface of his hard, spongy cock-head. When her swirling tongue came in contact with the sensitive underside of his big dome-shaped prick-head, she felt his body tremble with pleasure. Realizing that she'd discovered an erotic nerve center, she began teasing his cock with feathery-light kisses. Finally deciding to leave that sensitive area for a moment, she began licking up and down the entire length of his quivering prick-shaft.

When his thick cock was completely soaked with her hot, wet spit, she moved her sucking mouth down into the hairy tangle of his swollen balls. Wildly stimulated by the musky aroma and taste of his sac, she began playfully sucking his balls in and out of her hot, slurping mouth.

She suddenly wondered why she'd never done anything like this to her husband. She realized how much the reverend was enjoying her tongue, and she wondered if Frank would be in bed with another woman now if she had paid more attention to his sexual needs.

Finally sliding her lips back up along the underside of the man's big, tasty prick, Laverne opened her mouth and closed her hot, juicy lips down over his throbbing cock-head.

"Jesus Christ!" whimpered the man, unable to believe that Laverne was catching on so rapidly.

With her passionately ovalled lips sucking and pulling so sensuously on the man's prick, she was thrilled that a cock could taste so delicious. The way his thick prick filled her mouth was absolutely fantastic, and she was becoming more aroused by the second as her tongue swirled lovingly around the bloated head of his prick.

Moving her slippery lips up and down over his spit-drenched boner, the beautiful redhead could feel his bloated cock-head nudging at the back of her throat. With each plunge of her bobbing head, she was taking more and more of his wonderful prick into her mouth. Feeling how the minister's legs were trembling with joy, the aroused woman sucked even harder on his throbbing cock.