"Ahh! Stick it in me! Let me feel your big cock up my pussy!" the naked blonde moaned. She squirmed her naked ass in the air, working her soaking-wet, pale-furred pussy around the mighty cock that plunged vigorously in and out of it. She was in her twenties, big-boobed, healthy and tan, but having her hair in pigtails made her look like a teenager.
Teenager Liz Hall stood in the doorway of her uncle's office and stared. This couldn't be happening! Her uncle – the hellfire and brimstone preacher – had his lush-bodied secretary spread eagled and nude across his desk, and he was fucking her hotly with an enormous cock!
The teenager slumped. Her knees were weak. She had to cling to the doorjamb for support. Her breath was short, and seemed to be sticking in her throat.
The blonde bounced her huge boobs around on the dark wooden top of the desk. She was apparently fond of sunbathing in an incredibly skimpy bikini, as the paleness of her ass and the ripe mounds of her tits contrasted starkly with the brown tones of her velvety body and legs.
Liz shook her auburn hair from her eyes. It couldn't be happening, she thought again. Why, Liz had always assumed the unbelievably virginal looking secretary was just as innocent as she was!
And her uncle… the fine, upstanding pillar of the community whom the court had appointed her guardian after her parents were killed in a plane crash in Oregon. The only fine and upstanding thing about him now was his cock! Liz had never really seen a hard cock in action before. But the turgid, thick length of cockshaft that pumped in and out of Miss Fletcher's blonde-furred pussy from behind had to be seven inches long! With the swollen prickhead added in, the preacher's cock had to be eight inches! Liz felt faint.
More details began to seep into the adolescent's swirling mind. Thick, hairy ropes were fastened around the secretary's wrists, leading to the legs of the massive oak desk. And the jutting cheeks of Miss Fletcher's butt seemed to glow with more than a normal pinkness. From a corner of her eye, Liz caught sight of a broken yardstick lying at her uncle's feet. A horrid suspicion crawled into her brain.
Her uncle had stripped his foxy secretary naked, tied her face-down to his desk, spanked her lush ass with the yardstick till it broke – and now he was raping her!
Liz stared at her uncle with surprise. The self proclaimed Reverend Joseph Rogers was a tall, lean and angular man in his early forties. His hair, though growing sparse on top, was still a dark brown, undimmed by grey. He prided himself on keeping in trim, his niece knew. The hairy, bare legs were hard and muscle-bound. His prick thrust out between the tail of his white shirt to probe the woman's pussy. Cunt oils had soaked and stained the shirt-front.
"Unnh!" Miss Fletcher moaned as her boss sank his cock to the hilt in her pussy again.
The smell of hot cunt was almost overpowering, despite the air conditioning that labored against the midsummer heat. Liz sagged against the doorjamb and tried to make sense of it all.
She'd been downtown at the public library. When she had finished there, she discovered she didn't have any change for the bus, so she'd decided to drop by her uncle's church. It wasn't a church, really; Uncle Joseph scorned organized denominations. His First Church of the Incandescent Revelation operated out of a storefront on Silver and Seventh streets, south of downtown.
Walking through the hot, crowded streets, Liz had been uncomfortably aware of the attention she attracted. In her innocence, she couldn't understand why men whistled and craned their necks to watch her as she passed. The fact that her swelling young tits were remarkably large and well developed for her age, and bounced merrily to the rhythm of her footsteps despite the bra confining them, never even occurred to her as a possible factor. And her long legs, brown and curvy beneath ultra-short white shorts that seemed to be sprayed on her pert, round ass.
Well, it was hot, so of course she wore shorts! What was all the fuss about?
Her uncle sometimes said things about the way she dressed that she didn't fully understand. He sometimes made comments at meals about all the boyfriends he was sure she had, and cautioned her against staining her soul with sin. She always looked at him strangely when he said that. Though she didn't belong to his church, or any other, she was a very prim and moral young girl in her own outlook. But try as she might, she couldn't convince her uncle that she wasn't engaged in the sins of Sodom with any of the high school boys.
She didn't even know what he was talking about! So it was a stunning blow to her when she let herself into the cool dim church, walk past the empty rows of pews, past the silent pulpit and back to her uncle's office, only to find the preacher fucking his tied-up secretary, his pants pushed down around his ankles!
Liz was confused. She was a healthy, physically fit girl, but she was just a bit past medium height, surely no match for her tall, wiry uncle. Should she try to rescue Miss Fletcher anyway? Her well spanked ass looked painful.
Then the secretary pressed her head against the desk and rubbed her cheek on the wood. "Oh, Father, I am undeserving," she moaned. "Punish me more for my sins!"
Liz gaped. The secretary seemed to be pleading for more abuse! And even as the startled teenager watched, those pink asscheeks lifted, and she squirmed around the throbbing cock buried in her blonde-furred pussy in a move that could only be meant to increase the tall man's delight!
"You shall be punished, my daughter." Rogers' voice boomed out like the hollow chords of a church organ. "Your sins are – uh! – grave indeed."
His big knobby hands gripped the woman's narrow waist, knuckles whitening as he ground his crotch against her bare asscheeks. Miss Fletcher moaned as the big cock stirred around inside her juicy cunt.
Then the hefty prick began to pull out of her tight, wet-walled cunt with a lewd sucking sound as Rogers bent his knees and reached down for the trousers crumpled around his feet. He had to squat down fairly far to reach them. Liz's eyes widened in wonder as the cock emerged from the pink mouth of Miss Fletcher's cunt. It was huge!
The beefy prick was angled upwards sharply, its considerable length slimy with fragrant cunt oils. Part of the immense conical cockhead had appeared, clutched fervently by the thick lips of the secretary's pussy. The cuntlips seemed stretched out to keep their tantalizing grip on the swollen wedge of prickhead.
Fingers trembling with passion, the preacher pulled his thin black leather belt out of the loops of his pants. Then he straightened, driving several inches of his rigid cock back up his secretary's cunt. "God! Yes!" she cried as the prickhead pried the oily walls of her cunt tunnel apart.
"Yes. God," Rogers answered huskily, taking the silvery buckle of the belt in his palm and winding the leather strap once around his hand.
"His will… be done!" He raised his arm and brought the whip whistling down.
"Owww!" Miss Fletcher wailed as it landed with a vicious crack on her upturned buttcheeks. Her hips wriggled frantically back and forth. The preacher's prick remained half-planted in the naked woman's pussy, and her cunt rippled noisily around the shaft of cockmeat.
A new, thin line had appeared, angling across the left cheek of Miss Fletcher's delectable ass. It glowed brighter and more angrily than the pink left by the spanking with the wooden ruler. To Liz's frightened eyes it looked almost like the mark left by a red-hot iron.
"It hun," Miss Fletcher groaned.
But along with the pain in her voice rang unmistakable tones of pleasure. Liz's uncle pulled his cock slowly from his captive secretary's pussy. Liz watched torrents of clear cunt honey gush from the slack-lipped pussy to splash on the side of the desk. The stinging pain of the blood-red welt on her ass was obviously turning Miss Fletcher on even more.
"Let me have it again, Father," Miss Fletcher whispered, rolling her ass in an obscene invitation. "I need it!"
Rogers gave it to her, hard.
The lewd plunging sound of his cock ramming into her pussy came at the same instant the belt smacked her butt. He'd turned his wrist so that the leather tongue licked wickedly across the mounds of both asscheeks. Miss Fletcher writhed, squashing her huge tits on the desktop, crying out with pain and pleasure.
Liz shook head. An involuntary moan escaped her taut lips. She pressed her fingers hurriedly to her mouth, horrified that she might give herself away. What would her uncle do if he caught her spying while he whipped and raped his willing secretary?
There is only one thing to do, she thought as the liquid sound of her uncle's cock violating Miss Fletcher's pussy tunnel once more accompanied the unmistakable slap of leather against the silky skin of the woman's ass. She should back away, she knew, go out through the silent lines of pews, out into the sunlight and walk away. She'd get home as best she could, and try to forget that any of this had ever happened.
But she couldn't do it. It was as if her feet were rooted to the spot.
"Oh! Whip me! Fuck me! Dear God above, abuse me!"
Miss Fletcher's voice was shrill and maniacal. The squishing sounds of Rogers fucking his cock in and out of her drooling cunt, and the loud reports of the belt smacking assflesh, became a constant, rhythmic pulse of sound.
As if of its own accord, one of Liz's hands began roaming over her body. She moaned softly and licked her lips as she felt an unfamiliar pleasure. She looked down and discovered that her hand was cupping a ripening young tit. Something hard seemed to be pushing outward, through the brassiere and the thin blouse over it. The big nipple that crowned the pointy young jug was growing hard.
Liz cocked her head. The sounds of whipping and fucking rolled like surf in her ears. She watched, unable to control her own actions as her hand released her pliant boob and traveled down her stomach. She took in a sharp breath as her fingers tickled her flat belly. Then her fingertips brushed the white fabric that covered her virgin pussy mound.
Suddenly the hand slipped down and firmly clamped her pussy. She moaned, her head tipping back, her long brown hair cascading down over her shoulders.
A hot flush seeped into her cheeks. Her eyes snapped open. What was she doing? This was wrong! But she couldn't move her hand away from the bulge of her meaty cunt. It felt too good!
Miss Fletcher's butt was now a web of fine scarlet welts. She was writhing furiously, as if in hideous torment, her head thrashing from side to side, her girlish pigtails whipping about madly. Her arms pulled at the ropes that held them, as if in desperate attempts to break free. Yet every time the belt whistled down, her shapely ass rose eagerly to meet it, and when the preacher's cock surged forward into the paradise of her pussy, she thrust her butt back eagerly to impale her cunt on that marvelous pole of cock.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, Liz fumbled at the fly of her shorts. Even before she'd come to live with her uncle, she'd always been taught that sex was wrong, dirty, evil. But if being fucked by her uncle's huge prick was making Miss Fletcher feel as incredibly good as she obviously did – despite the agony of her well-whipped butt – it was something Liz wanted a share of right away!
And if her uncle the preacher was doing it, it couldn't be wrong!
They fly of the white shorts opened, revealing panties that were yellow, decorated with butterflies. She plunged a hand down between the elastic waistband of the panties and the soft flesh of her belly. The pubic hair surrounding the cunt bun felt rough and crisp beneath her sliding fingers. Then she felt the panties pull reluctantly from the slit of her cunt. The girl's pussy had begun to water with unfamiliar lust, and the freely flowing juices had caused the fabric to stick to the lips of Liz's cunt. The tips of her questing fingers brushed her clit.
"Ohh!" she cried. Her squeal of sheer joy at the utterly delicious delight that flashed through her cunt and spread out into her stomach in a warm glow of lust sounded as loud as a firecracker in her ears. She looked up, fearful that she'd been heard.
But the fucking pair not ten feet away continued with their orgy. They were facing the drawn venetian blinds that masked the window, opposite the doorway where Liz stood, shamefacedly fondling her pussy. The pole of her uncle's prick continued to slide in and out of his secretary's greedy cunt, and the belt kept punishing her upturned ass, without a break in their lustful tempo.
One of Miss Fletcher's bare feet was still pressed to the floor. Her other foot was waving in the air beyond Rogers' butt. The foot dipped and swirled in circles as her ass dipped and swirled around the meaty cock pistoning in and out of her gaping cunt.
A trickle of spittle ran from the side of Liz's red lipped mouth. She was completely in the grip of something she'd never experienced before – lust. Her fingers shook as she pried open the sticky lips of her pussy and thrust the first two fingers of her hand up the slurping tunnel of hot flesh.
The slick walls of her pussy passage closed around her fingers in a loving embrace. Cunt honey rolled in streams down her hand, but a sudden spasm of pain made her stop, her fingers only part-way buried in her pussy.
Her cherry was still intact, but that didn't slow her down for long. The side of her forefinger was pressed to the tip of her inflated clit. Every beat of her heart made the hot bud of flesh pulse against the finger, sending ecstasy sizzling through her pussy.
She was horny! And she loved it!
She began jamming her fingers into her pussy. If she couldn't stick them far up her cunt, she'd stretch her untried pussy walls another way! She got all four fingers crammed up her pussy before the passion that raged in her cunt took control, making her plunge her fingers in and out in imitation of her uncle's huge cock, which was still pistoning in and out of his secretary's juicy twat with ever-increasing speed.
"Ah! Ah! Ohh!" She threw her head back and wailed with delight. Her cries mingled with those of the tied-up secretary. Miss Fletcher was fucking herself single-mindedly on her employer's cock while her ass shook to the violent blows of his belt.
Sweat stood out in glassy beads on the preacher's forehead. One hand was on his waist, the other wielding his belt tirelessly. Each time the leather strap came hissing down to land on that vulnerable ass, a shock ran up his arm that seemed to jolt clear to his cunt-probing cock! The way the tender assflesh gave resiliently under the lash, then sprang back glowing-hot and ready for more, was almost as much of a delight as the way the walls of the blonde woman's pussy clutched at his stabbing cock.
His prick seemed to be inflating still more each time it plunged into the yellow-furred pussy. Miss Fletcher's splendid body grew tense with every stroke of the belt on her reddened ass. The increased pressure of the oily, flexible pussy muscles on his cock was sheer heaven.
Heaven! Yes, that was it! He was doing divine work. His luscious secretary was tormented by the demon lust, and he was doing no more than helping to purge her of her sinful imaginings!
Of course, quibblers might claim he was enjoying forbidden delights by fucking the tempting secretary while whipping her. Not so! By relieving her sexual tensions, and at the same time punishing her, he was cleansing her soul. His only pleasure came from knowing what good he was doing her immortal soul.
"Hmmmm," he said, and ran his eight inches of prick between the woman's pussy lips yet again.
"Au! Yes! More! More of your cock, Father! And more of your belt!"
Miss Fletcher was delirious. Her ass felt as if it were on fire from the ceaseless lashings of the belt, and an inferno of a different kind raged in her pussy. Her boss' mighty cock was filling her cunt full of joy, a joy made more keen by the agony in her ass.
She deserved to suffer. She knew it. She was sinful. She'd always longed to seduce her father, and had compounded her sin by not having the nerve to do so. Preacher Rogers had shown her the way. His enormous cock was helping purge her of sin as surely as the belt scourging her ass. Sins were like foul water, he'd said. Bottling them up would only make them worse. They had to be let out!
She sucked in her stomach muscles, feeling her pussy tighten like a sleeve around the big cock slamming into it. Her sensitive pussy walls could feel the tall man's pulse hammering in his cock. The racing heart beat seemed to generate electricity in her well-fucked cunt, voltage that crackled through her veins from her wiggling toes to her scalp. Her bountiful jugs, flattened on the desk with her marble-like nipples squashed into the pillowy masses of her jugs, seemed especially charged with erotic energy.
Her foot kicked at the air. She felt her boss' hip rubbing the inside of her satiny thigh. His cock drew out of her pussy, causing a vacuum in her cunt that threatened to pull her slit inside out.
With a screaming whir, the belt whipped down again. Just the head of Rogers' giant prick was trapped between the hungry lips of his secretary's pussy, and the shaft of his cock vibrated in the air between his groin and the golden-haired pussy. The thin leather strap landed, not across the ripe buttcheeks, but along the scarlet furrow between them.
Miss Fletcher's asscrack and crinkly asshole exploded with pain. Rogers stabbed his cock back into her pussy like a hot lance of steely prickmeat. She gasped as her pussy was filled with cock, her ass with agony.
"Ohhhhh!" Her scream rattled the blinds as she came, her boss' cock fully imbedded in her spasming cunt.
Fucking her own dripping pussy with fervid fingers, Liz Hall snapped out of her erotic haze at the lust-laden cry. She looked up in time to see her uncle thrust his cock up Miss Fletcher's cunt with sledge-hammer force.
The secretary shrieked again. "You're coming! Oh, come in me! Fill my unworthy pussy with your spunk!"
Her fingers pumping in and out, her cunt a swamp of aromatic pussy sauces, Liz watched through a curtain of her own hair as her uncle fucked his cock back out of his secretary's cunt. The length of the prick was wet with gooey white jism. Then the cock fucked back into Miss Fletcher's pussy, squirting a spray of cunt juice and thick come down her thighs.
Then Liz's pussy went wild with an orgasm. Dancing lights of lust blotted out her sight as her lovely young body was gripped by the first climax of her life.