Chapter 3: Pastor (and Mrs.) Blake

After our orgy with Draymon and his two sons, we began having our own orgies with Amy. She soon loved sex as much or maybe even more than we did, and there wasn’t anything she didn’t love doing. She would lie under my pussy while Ken fucked me, licking my clit, then sucking her father’s cum out of my pussy after he came in me. And she loved to have me eat her cunt while she was eating mine in a classic ‘69’ position. She preferred me on top so she could also slide her tongue up inside my ass crack, tonguing my asshole while I ate her, and I often tongued her tight little asshole as well. She went around the house in nothing but a pair of her skimpy little thong panties, often masturbating while reading a book or doing her homework, and Ken and I loved it ... ESPECIALLY Ken! His poor cock had never been sucked so much, and as soon as he could get home from school Amy was right there, on her knees, sucking him off, insisting on a facial or mouthful of hot cum from her father while I watched.

Draymon and his sons would stop by from time to time to fuck us, and even Amy began letting them fuck her as well, and of course I’d long ago put her on the pill, so we weren’t worried over her getting pregnant. And then I got a phone call ... a phone call that was to expand out sexual boundaries even further out into the community.

“Hello,” I said, picking up the phone.

“Ah, Mary? This is Pastor Blake,” the call began.

“Oh hello, Pastor Blake. How are you?” I smiled, wondering why he was calling me.

“I’m fine, Mary, thank you. But I’m afraid I need to talk to you about something,” he said. “Would it be possible for you to stop over and see me this afternoon, around 2:00?”

“Why yes, of course, Pastor. Can you tell me what this is about?”

“I’d ... I’d rather discuss it this afternoon in person, Mary,” he said, his voice sounding somewhat strained.

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll see you this afternoon,” I concluded, and we hung up.

“Thank you for coming,” Pastor Blake began. We were in his office in the rectory, and as always when I go to church these days, I wasn’t wearing underwear. It thrilled me to know Pastor Blake would be able to easily see the shape of my breasts and my braless nipples under the thin tank top I had chosen to wear, and while I wasn’t sure I’d have enough nerve to flash him my naked pussy I did enjoy knowing it was not covered with panties.

“Of course, Pastor. What can I do for you?” I asked, noting his obvious discomfort.

“Mary ... you and Kenneth have been good members of our little church family for quite some time, so I hope you’ll appreciate that this is very difficult for me. It ... it’s about your attire,” he said, briefly looking down at my tits.

“My attire, Pastor? What do you mean?” I asked, feeling a tingling in my pussy.

“I ... I’ve had a report that you ... that sometimes ... well, that you accidentally...” he stammered.

“Yes, Pastor?” I said, knowing what he was going to say.

“Well ... someone from the choir said they had inadvertently noticed that you ... well ... that you had uncrossed your legs and that it was obvious you weren’t wearing any undergarments. They said you almost looked like you were doing it on purpose. So last Sunday I paid closer attention to you and I am afraid I also was able to notice your lack of attire, Mary. I ... I also saw your ... your private parts.”

I grinned to myself, the sensation in my pussy driving me crazy, and although I was afraid of the consequences, I felt Satan taking over my body again, and on impulse I slowly parted my legs again, spreading my legs so far apart my short skirt rose so far up my thighs I knew Pastor Blake would be able to see my cunt ... my naked cunt.

“You mean when I sit like this you can see me, Pastor? My private parts, as you call my cunt?” I teased.

“MARY! PLEASE do NOT use words like that HERE. This is GOD’S HOUSE, and I won’t permit it,” Pastor Blake exclaimed, his face red.

“I’m sorry, Pastor Blake. But lately all I can think about is sex. I can’t get enough of it ... sucking Kenneth’s cock, eating his cum, fucking him ... and other men, feeling their tongues licking my ass, my pussy. These words, they’re just words, you know, Pastor. But they help convey how I feel lately. And this,” I said, raising my skirt above my waist, then reaching down to spread my cunt lips for him... “I can’t stop touching this, Pastor Blake. Look,” I said, getting up, walking over next to him. “See how wet I get. And oh my!” I gasped, faking shock, “just LOOK at what showing you my pussy has done to your poor cock. Why Pastor Blake ... you’re cock is hard. See!” I said, dropping to my knees in front of him, reaching down to squeeze his dick, feeling it jump in my hand.

“Mary, STOP IT!” he groaned. But I didn’t stop. I continued to squeeze his prick, feeling it responding to my touch, growing in my hand.

“Why, Pastor Blake? It likes me. Look! Look how hard it’s getting,” I said. “I love cocks, Pastor Blake. Do you like your cock sucked? I love cum, too,” I teased, reaching up to slowly unzip his trousers.