Chapter 5
There was a sound at the door. The woman let her gown fall down over Jeanette and stepped forward a little.
From her hiding place Jeanette heard a voice. It was a familiar voice. It was her father's voice.
"Mary," he said. "I thought I might find you here."
Jeanette felt the woman's body tense.
"Why Reverend Brooks, what are you doing here?"
"Are you kidding?" he asked, and walked over to her.
She stepped toward him so that Jeanette was in the rear of her gown. Jeanette heard the sounds of kissing.
"It smells like pussy in here," the man said.
"My cunt got hot just thinking about you, Preacher," the woman said.
"Good, if there's anything I like better than fried chicken it's hot pussy..."
Jeanette almost giggled out loud. Instead, she explored the smooth asscheeks of her lady friend with her hands. She rubbed her hands through the furrow between her legs and felt the moist hairy pussy. She jerked her hand away when she felt her father's hand doing the same thing through the fabric of the woman's gown.
"You are really wet. Can we do our regular thing?" he asked.
Jeanette felt the lady hesitate, then flinch as Jeanette mischievously gave her a lick on the thigh. "First go lock the door," the woman told the preacher.
While he was gone, the woman quickly made Jeanette hide in a space behind a rack full of choir robes.
Jeanette could see the goings on from her hiding place. Her father returned from the door with a bulge in his pants and a look of obvious excitement. He carried the sash cord from one of the heavy velvet curtains. He walked over to the choir leader, who held out her hands. The preacher quickly tied them with the sash cord and she knelt on the floor.
The preacher threw her gown up over her head and raised her hips so her ass was in the air. He tickled her asshole with his fingers, then kissed her buttocks and licked the groove, giving her brown puckered asshole special attention. Then he started spanking her with his bare hand. His face grew red and his breath tortured. The room was filled with the snorts of Jeanette's father and the slapping sounds of his hand on the lady's pretty behind.
Jeanette was surprised. She was shocked. She was outraged. She was horny. She began to rub her pussy.
The woman moaned under the hood of her robe. She screamed a little at a particularly lusty smack.
The preacher fumbled with his zipper. He was so excited he couldn't get his pants unzipped for a few moments. Finally he did, and he brought out his small prick.
He quickly mounted the choir leader from behind and lunged against her in quick dog-like thrusts. In moments he came. He groaned and pushed harder against her for a few moments. Finally he yelled, "Praise the Lord!" and fell back onto his back.
Jeanette gazed with interest at his glistening peter.
The preacher rose as if in a daze, zipped his pants up, and brushed the dust off his coat. He started to wander out but the woman called him back.
"Untie me, you jerk!" she said.
"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, and helped her up and released her bonds.
After he had left, the woman called Jeanette out from the hiding place. The woman winked at Jeanette and said, "Did you get bored while you were waiting?"
Jeanette shook her head. She pulled the lady's robe up eagerly to finish what she had started. She was eyen more anxious to experience this woman who had taken her father's warm sperm. She skipped the woman's tits and knelt down to plunge her face into the warm wet cunt. She licked for a moment and found nothing but hair and cum. The woman reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing a pink chasm which was soaked with male and female juices. Jeanette pressed her mouth to the hole and sucked. She tasted the female sex juice and the thicker male cum. All of it poured into her throat from the hot fountain of the woman's pussy.
The woman grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her up into her churning box. Jeanette struggled a little, torn between wanting to suck and wanting to breathe. She chose to suck.
The woman began to yell and moan. She bucked back and forth, covering Jeanette's face with her hot juices. Jeanette felt like an object being used, and it made her shudder with feminine joy. She felt her own cunt oozing with the dew of delight.
Finally, the woman released her hair. She knelt down beside her and took her in her arms. She sucked kisses from her. They lay together for some time, wrapped in the choir costumes. Finally they arose and got dressed. Jeanette did not wipe the slippery juices from her body. She enjoyed the feel of her thighs gliding against one another as she walked. She liked to lick her lips and taste the salty moisture.
The two women parted at the door after a long kiss.
"See you in church!" Jeanette called out as she left.