Chapter 14

“So, brothers and sisters, let us lift our hands in joy and exultation as we embrace the beauty of the human body in all of its naked glory. Brother George here can attest to the sheer loveliness of the female figure in its natural state, but let us not forget the handsome menfolk here in the buff. Let me assure you, brothers and sisters, that there is no shame, no cause for modesty, or any other such nonsense in our congregation, our family, our community. We are all friends, lovers, kith and kin, one tribe, one church, one assembly, one growing civilization committed to the same purposes, such as sharing, nudity, and other expressions of love and lust,” the Reverend Julian Vaughan declared to his parishioners that Sunday morning, just two days before the next election.

“Amen, Brother Julian! Let’s all celebrate the beauty of nudity and sex! No more modesty or prudery! Let’s all uncover the nakedness of our neighbors, mothers, daughters, sisters, fathers, brothers, sons, uncles, nieces, nephews, aunts, cousins, in-laws, bosses, workers, neighbors’ wives, and so forth,” Reverend George Anderson gave his full-throated moral support in his capacity as a co-minister in the First Naked Church of East Texas, as they finally agreed to call it.

“Brother, thank you for your loyal and enthusiastic support! Yes, yes, this is what I mean! Let us all stand together in a moment of solidarity and unity, then find someone to fuck, someone to hump right here in the pews! That’s the best way to worship the true God, Nature, by embracing our natural order of things and coupling with each other. Sexual congress with everyone and her uncle is the way forward to a better society. Brother George, if you’ll excuse me, I will mate with your lovely wife, Sherry, while you are welcome to show me how much you cherish my dear wife, Annie,” Julian encouraged the swapping that was a regular feature of Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Hump Day evening services in the First Naked Church.

“Oh, yes ... fuck me, Pastor!” Sherry Anderson bent over the choir rail and spread her cheeks to show off her wonderful booty and twat.

“You’re sexier than ever, pregnant as you are ... does anyone even know the daddy is?” Julian demanded to know, as all had to obey him even now.

“Of course, Reverend! Hubby is daddy, no matter who put that spawn in my belly, though I hope that this one came from your loins! It would be such an honor to carry your seed in my womb, a baby bump made by your lust for me!” Sherry egged Julian on as he began ramming her juicy cunt with his fierce, throbbing cock.

“You won’t test paternity, are we clear? I love the mystery! I love it with all of you! None of you should test for paternity! Let there be some doubt, so everyone is everyman’s seed soon enough! We’ll raise our next generation communally and cooperatively, as a village should. George, how’s my wife doing for you? Annie, you’re making me proud, right?” Julian urged Sherry.

After all, Julian knew that whatever commands he gave her could only be superseded by later instructions directly from him.

“Yes, honey, I swear! I’m doing my very best to please Brother George!” Annie Vaughan swore as she hungrily took George’s dick deeper inside her bare and bald snatch.

Annie’s hips met George’s more than halfway during their romp, welcoming every stroke as he bottomed out inside her aching slit. Every single thrust made her quiver with delight, knowing that he could well be father to one of her brats already or afterward. She burned with lust to be taken and used for the pleasure of any man who Julian commanded to fuck her. She was truly Julian’s bitch, his whore, his slut, his happy harlot of a wife who would play the vixen and tramp as he required of her with pleasure and pride. She would do anything to please him, especially something so delicious in its own right.