Chapter 8
Thursday was a drag for Salter, he had to work all afternoon. Every time his thoughts wandered to the girl in the basement and his cock began to swell, the goddamn phone rang and some old biddy began pestering the shit out of him about giving some damn blessing or another to a charitable function. Why in hell did they always need a minister for that shit? Christ, those old crows couldn't fart without getting the minister's blessing first. As far as he was concerned, they could all go fuck themselves, but he knew that he had a job to do. He had to help them save their silly souls. That was what kept the money coming in. And Cotton never forgot it.
So Jane had to wait. She had to lie alone on her narrow mattress while her protector answered the phone and gave shitty advice to people who wouldn't follow it anyway. By the time that the phone finally stopped ringing and the last freaky sinner had left his office it was almost five o'clock. Cotton suddenly realized that he was starved.
Being too hungry to wait around while he fixed his dinner for himself, and being in too much of a rush to get something down at the diner where it took them twenty minutes to cook something that came out looking like a dog turd, he decided that he'd make it to the drive-in and pick up a bucket of chicken. Maybe he'd even take one to that twat in the basement. Come to think of it; he hadn't given her anything to eat since he'd locked her down there. Nothing to speak of anyway, even though she did have the beer. She hadn't drank much more of that. Not after she peed in her pants.
There was another good reason for going down to the drive-in. There was a cute little piece-of-ass carhop working there, one of the girls who was in the choir. Debbie something-or-another. He didn't know her name. But he remembered her body. Nice tits and a good ass. It would be something for him to look at while he waited for the chicken. Maybe someday he could grab her, too. Only he had the feeling that she wasn't a virgin. Not by a long shot. Of course, that didn't mean that she wouldn't squeal a little to get balled by a minister. It was funny the way that clerical collar seemed to flip out the chicks. It got them almost as crazy as his prick.
As he pulled into the drive-in, he noticed Joe Hartley's Cadillac already parked. As he flashed his headlights to get attention, he saw Debbie carrying a tray in the direction of the Caddie. He watched her as she hung the tray on the door and managed to shove her tits at Joe through the open window. He .didn't miss the quick motion of Hartley's hand as he grabbed a quick feel off the kid. And the girl was eating it up. He didn't miss that shit either. Joe had something going here and perhaps he should make it his, business to find out. The girl was the first to catch sight of him and she must have tipped Hartley off because he turned quickly to see for himself. The girl must have told him he'd been caught in the act.
"Good evening, Mr. Hartley," Cotton Salter called to him. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" he said politely. "Are you still worried about your daughter?" he added sarcastically. Debbie had already hurried back to her work.
Joe Hartley knew that the minister had seen him grabbing the kid's tits but he was damned if he was going to say he was sorry or anything. That black-panted bastard could think what he wanted. But he knew that it was bad to be seen groping a tit off a young kid when his own daughter might be in serious trouble. The fact that he had been caught made Joe mad.
"Good evening to you, Reverend Salter," Joe said politely, hoping that the minister would leave before he got indigestion from looking at him. Debbie was going over to his car now and taking his order. He was willing to bet that Salty would just love to get his hands on. the girl's tits. Probably that stiff-collared bastard whacked off three times a night. Well, he didn't have to talk to the minister. He turned back to eat his meal. He heard the minister order two buckets of chicken to go and wondered who he would be eating with. Probably he had some whore shacked up outside of town. That would be just like a minister. Debbie brought the chicken and the minister paid for it. She gave him his change and again he turned to the Cadillac. "Good night, Mr. Hartley," he called as he started his engine. "I hope that the Lord will save you from temptation," he said, nodding slightly in Debbie Johnson's direction. Fuck you, Joe Hartley thought but the minister was already pulling away.
The dog had been running loose in the back yard all afternoon and he came out to greet his master as Cotton pulled into the driveway of the rectory. Cotton had to hold the chicken away from him and the beast kept jumping up and trying to grab at it. "Down," Cotton commanded but the dog had no discipline. He gave it a kick in the ribs. The dog howled and moved away. Cotton thought of going in the kitchen to eat but decided that he wanted company. Shit, she could watch him. He had a handkerchief to wipe the chicken grease off his hands. Or perhaps he would make her lick his fingers off . . . or perhaps he would make her lick his cock!
He was suddenly struck with one of his occasional inspirations which almost made him believe in the power of the Creator. All he needed was a chair. There was an armchair in the little sanctuary of the rectory. It was heavy as shit but if he made two trips he could do it. Perhaps he could take the chair first and then the chicken. And perhaps he would even let the dog come along. He remembered someone telling him once that you weren't supposed to give chicken bones to a dog. They splintered when the dog chewed them. A chicken bone could kill a dog and he had just the dog that needed killing. Of course he would leave it all in the hands of God. Wasn't that what a minister was supposed to do?
Jane was glad to see him. She could not hide the fact. Of course, she had been alone all day and anyone would have made better companionship than her own troubled soul. When she saw the chair she immediately thought that he was trying to make her more comfortable. That would be okay for her to think. He watched her look at the chair and recognize where it had come from. She would be hesitant to sit on such a holy chair. She would think that she was unworthy. Maybe he would sit in it for her and cut a few farts. He wasn't sure what would get to her more, the sacrilege or the smell. He left her with a single candle burning and went back for the chicken. Inside the rectory he made sure that he had a clean pair of pants for the next day. The ones he had on might be a little messy before the evening was over. On the way out the door, he stopped and grabbed a delicate hand-carved end table from beside the sofa. He would make use of that too.
Inside the tiny basement room, Cotton proceeded to light some more candles. He noticed that they were running low and he would have to remember to get some more from the church. Maybe he should have the secretary order some more. He set the chair where there would be plenty of light and put the end table beside it. He was all ready for his banquet, provided he could keep the dog away long enough to finish eating. He gave the hound another kick which sent him whimpering to the corner. He ripped the top off the case of beer and pulled out the last six-pack He set the beer down on the end table next to the chicken. He saw the girl's eyes follow the chicken. It had been so long since she had eaten.
Cotton made himself comfortable in the armchair and ripped the cardboard top off the first bucket of chicken. He tossed the top to the girl. "You can have this if you want," he joked. She did not pick it up. He pulled a leg from the basket and started to eat it. "Hungry?" he asked her as she watched him. She nodded her head. "How badly do you want something to eat?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. He realized that despite her moral courage, her body was weak. "Want some of mine?" he asked. "You hive to suck my cock first."
She had known that there would be a catch and his words hardly surprised her. What surprised Jane was how desperately she wanted to eat. She had never known the sight of food to have such a profound effect on her. She stared at the bucket. The smell of chicken had already filled the room. She could feel her parched mouth watering. She climbed up on her hands and knees. "I'd like some. . ." she told him. "Please give me some chicken."
"I. will, dearest, I'll give you a whole bucketful. You see that bucket, don't you?" He pointed to the second bucket he had brought. "That's for you, Jane, but first I want to give you a little appetizer. . . something good. Meat, Jane, raw meat. With lots of protein, ninety percent, they say. I'm sure that you'll like it. You've tasted it before. Only last time 1 had to force it down your throat, didn't I? Tonight I think that you'll eat it all by yourself. Anyway, it's up to you. Do what you want. But if you want the chicken, you know how to get it. Need I say more?"
The minister sat back in his chair and made a rather extensive production out of licking all the meat off the leg before tossing the bone to the floor. Jane looked at it but knew it would not be adequate. She didn't bother to pick it up. She looked instead at the minister's lap. Did he expect her to do it to him while he was eating? He was opening a can of beer and some of it spilled down the front of his black shirt. He didn't seem to mind. He was having a feast and she was to be part of it. That was his plan. And Jane knew that he had won again.
"Take your dress off first," the minister advised as she got to her feet. She shot him a hateful look but knew that she was powerless to disobey. "We don't want you to get it messy," he warned. "After all, that is your party dress," he said, reminding her of her trip to Lydia's. She didn't answer him but simply obeyed. She left the dress on the mattress and slowly approached him. Her white flesh was gloriously bright against the black of the boots, bra and panties. Her golden cunt hair peeked through the front of her crotchless panties.
Cotton Salter spread his legs apart and reached for another piece of chicken. His hands were already greasy but he didn't care. With his other hand he lifted a can of beer to his lips. He drank and chewed as he watched the girl.
She was going down on her knees. It was the only way she could manage. Her eyes kept going to the bucket of chicken on the end table and Cotton smiled. He would give it to her in awhile, after she had had her little treat. Jane's forearms rested against his thighs. She balanced herself between his legs. She looked at the front of his pants. Perhaps she had expected him to be hard. "You'll have to get it up first," Cotton smiled. "But I'm sure you won't have any trouble." Jane looked at him with disgust. Cotton took another bite of the chicken. She found the zipper of his pants and pulled on it. The zipper came down and she could see the white underpants beneath his black trousers. "Don't be afraid," he told her as she stared at his open fly. "Go ahead and grab it," he ordered. Jane raised her hand and reached inside the minister's open fly. She could feel his cock beneath his underpants but she had to fumble for another moment before she could find the fly to his underpants. Then her fingertips felt the rough curls of the pubic hair. She was reaching into his crotch. She ran her fingers down through the tangle. She could feel his limp dong.
She had to force herself to take hold of it. It was repulsive to her. But the smell of the chicken was strong motivation despite all her pure intentions. She drew his prick out of his pants.
"Get my balls out, too," he advised.
Jane fumbled again until his wrinkled nuts fell into his lap. His cock hung limply down over them. She wasn't sure what to do next. He wasn't aroused. "Put it in your mouth," Cotton said.
She didn't want to do it. It would be wrong for her to deliberately arouse his lust. Why was he forcing her? Did he really have such an urgent need? The other day she had understood. He had not been able to control his mad lust. He had come to her with a hard-on and sought relief. But today he was perfectly content. He had food and drink and all that he needed to satisfy himself. He did not need her. He was only doing this for the pure pleasure of seeing her humiliated! He was only doing it as a game. Yet it was such a dreadful thing. And he was hardly even paying attention to her. That made it worse. She had to go through the whole thing herself without being guided step-by-step.
"Don't keep me waiting," the minister warned.
Jane lowered her head to his lap. Without looking up to see if he was even watching, she opened her mouth and placed his penis inside it. He was shrunken up to almost nothing and she was able to get his balls in too. She rolled them around in her mouth, licking at them with her tongue. She licked and sucked and fondled his prick with her lips. Nothing was happening. He wasn't even getting hard. She started to pull away from him, to ask him what was wrong, but he caught her head with his greasy hand and pressed it back to his crotch. "Just keep sucking," he advised.
Jane did as he said. She didn't try to stop again. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him taking piece after piece out of the first bucket of chicken. She was afraid that he would finish it and start on the second. She didn't want that to happen. Perhaps if she could only get him aroused. . . She kept sucking to get his dick hard. She clamped her lips down tight on it and tickled his balls in her hands. She remembered what he had done to her rear end and how nice it had felt. She reached under his ass and poked a fingertip against his asshole. Cotton grunted approvingly and flung another chicken bone onto the floor. He belched and stretched and she heard the pop of another beer can being opened. Then she felt something else. His prick was starting to get hard.
With the chicken almost gone and his belly almost full, Cotton began to take more of an interest in the girl between his legs. He looked down and watched the way her golden mane fell over her shoulders. Even though she didn't have a brush with her she had somehow managed to keep it straight. Looking down the front of her bra, he could see all but the nipples of her tits. The bra held her jugs firmly in place for his inspection. Today it was enough to simply look at her. He could fondle her body later but for now he was content to sit and eat and have his joint sucked. Beer and chicken and the girl's lips around his cock was the perfect combination.
His prick stiffened as he watched her. He was still holding a chicken breast in his fingers but now he hardly paid attention to it. He set down the can of beer he had been holding in his right hand and again put his hand on her head. He felt the softness of her hair, even though he was matting it with his greasy hand. He held his hand steady and let her head bob back and forth beneath it. His prick was standing up straight now and he knew she was trying to make him come as fast as she could, but Cotton was in no hurry. He was content to have her lips sucking up and down on his dick while he sat and watched. She was his harem slave, a slave who was forced to do his bidding. He liked that part. Perhaps he would keep her around. After a while everybody in Martinsville would have forgotten about her. There was no reason why he couldn't keep her here forever.
Cotton took another sip of beer and looked up at the ceiling. This was the life! He had never really thought that the ministry would be like this, not when he started. Then, all he'd known was that he could talk to people and they believed him and he could make money off the whole thing. Now he was finding that there was more than just money in this profession. Why, there were some other rather substantial benefits. Why, how many people would a dumb bitch like the Hartley girl have ever trusted? Only her minister! Cotton looked down on her again. Her spit was dribbling down his cock. He could feel it tickling his balls and he knew that she was really trying to do her best. And she was putting the grip on him in just the right places. She was giving him a good blowjob. Later he would tell her just how good she had made it. But now he didn't want it to go to her head.
Cotton Salter continued to eat his chicken until the bucket was empty. Looking around for something to wipe his hands on, he settled for his pants. With the chicken fat off his hands, he reached for another beer. He noticed that it was the last one left of the six-pack he had set on the end table. Perhaps he could make it last. He was already feeling pretty good from the others. Now he settled back and made himself comfortable. He stretched his legs out in front of him. The girl was still bobbing her head over his dick but she didn't realize that there was nothing she could do until he cooperated. Now he was getting ready to cooperate.
His prick was long and hard and wet with her saliva. Her face had a weary look of resignation as she patiently, sucked his prick. She probably thought that she would never get the chicken, that he would never come. But he was not about to disappoint her. In fact, the time was getting near. His prick was growing more sensitive. . . and his need more urgent. He guided her head with his hand, just to keep it going. His eyes again fell on her creamy-white tits. The sight of them did something for him. They made him want to fuck her, right in the mouth. His ass rose up and he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. He held her head so she could not escape. He gave her a mouthful of gristle. Her tongue struggled to lick him. He could feel himself coming. He clutched her head and jerked it. He felt his balls explode.
A curious look spread across Jane's face as the minister's come shot into her mouth. There was disgust and repulsion, mingled with hate. But there was something more, something which the minister had already sensed. There was a look of hot sensuality, a look that told him of the erotic pleasure she was experiencing, of the forbidden delight she had just tasted. Jane Hartley was a cocksucker, deep down in her heart. Although they had taught her that everything about sex was wrong, her body denied it and craved for horny thrills. Jane Hartley was gobbling his load and it was making her cream in her pants.
The minister held her head until he no longer had use for her. Releasing her from his grip, he took another swallow of beer. "You can have the chicken now," he told her without feeling. She had drained the excitement from his balls. She turned to look at the full bucket. He could see the embarrassment on her face. She didn't know quite what to do with what was in her mouth. "You can spit it out if you want," he said. Next time he could make her swallow it.
Jane eagerly did as he suggested. Only she didn't know quite where to spit. Cotton suddenly got an idea; He would change his original plan. He had been too generous to her, of course, he wouldn't go back on his word. "Hold it a moment," he told her, reaching for the new bucket of chicken. He ripped off the top and flung it to the floor. He held the cardboard bucket between his legs. "Spit it in here!" he gleefully ordered. Jane froze. "Do as I tell you!" the minister warned, like an angry parent scolding a naughty child. She hung her head over the bucket and closed her eyes. Her mouth opened and his clammy white load slid out. It drooled down over the chicken, coating it like a sauce. "You can eat it now," the minister told her. He could see that she was no longer quite as hungry .
But she took it anyway. It was the only food she would get. She took it and went back over the her mattress and sat down with it while he continued to watch her. She hesitantly reached for a piece which had escaped the minister's addition.
"Hey, dog, chow now!" Cotton Salter called to the animal who had been lying in the corner. Before Jane Hartley understood what was happening the hound was on her. The basket of chicken was knocked out of her hand and the dog was pawing at it. He was hungry, too! He was eating her food! "No! That's mine!" she cried at the animal. But he would not listen. She quickly realized that if she wanted her supper she was going to have to fight for it. She was going to have to fight the dog!
"No, doggie! What's his name? Oh, doggie, don't eat that! That's mine!" she cried, trying to push the animal away from the chicken which was now scattered across, the floor. She saw that she couldn't budge the animal and that her only chance was to get to the chicken before he did. She quickly started grabbing pieces off the floor. Each time she, grabbed for one, the dog dropped the piece he had been chewing and went for the piece which she was grabbing. She found that she had to pick up some of the pieces which the dog had actually chewed. Not knowing what else to do with the pieces she gathered up, she tried to stuff them into the scanty cups of her bra and into her panties.
Jane ended up with about half the chicken from the bucket. The dog had the rest. While the dog retired to his corner to eat what he had gotten, Jane quickly devoured the pieces she had saved. She was afraid that as soon as the dog was finished with what he had, he would come and try to take what she had. She knew that she would have to eat quickly, she would have to stuff herself. Otherwise she would end up going hungry. She sat down on the mattress and hurried through her meal.
Although she had saved six big pieces of chicken, they didn't last long. Without bothering to wipe them off, she popped them into her mouth, one after the other, and chewed until every bit of meat was gone from the bone. When she finished, her fingers were covered with grease. She licked them and tried to clean them up a little. She sat watching the dog. He was eating more slowly and she had an impulse to go over to him and try to grab some of his bones away from him. But she was afraid that it might not be a good idea. The dog was very greedy and probably he was jealous of what he had. He might even try to bite her. She sat on the mattress, drooling as she watched him. Perhaps she was becoming an animal, too.
The dog finished his last bone and abruptly turned aside. He sniffed the air and at first Jane thought that he was looking for more food. But the dog was full. Now he was sniffing for something else. Just as the minister had enjoyed a treat after his meal, now the dog wanted to imitate his master. Jane saw that he was sniffing in her direction. She remembered how nasty he had been to her before. Perhaps he was sniffing for the same thing now. She tried to sit with her legs together.
The dog turned away from his meal and padded over to the mattress. "Nice doggie," Jane said as he poked his nose in her face. She patted him on the head and hoped that he would leave her and go to his master. She wondered if perhaps she should put her dress back on to discourage him.
But the dog didn't give her time. Before she could rise to her feet and grab it, the dog had leaped up on her back. "Down!" she cried angrily as the dog's legs locked to her thighs. His paws were scratching her belly. Quickly, she walked away from him to shake him loose but the dog clung to her and danced along behind her. Realizing that she couldn't shake him loose this way, she turned to face him. The dog's paws dropped but now his muzzle was between her legs. He was goosing her crotch, poking his wet nose into the hole of her panties. "Ohh!" she squealed as he poked against her clit. A sharp thrill shot through her loins. She squirmed away angrily. Had she become so degraded that even a dog could make her horny?
The minister grinned at her as Jane got her answer. Although she kept squirming away from him, the beast did not become discouraged. He pawed at her panties' and sniffed her ass. Jane Hartley twisted and turned in a frenzied effort to shake the animal loose but he kept coming after her. He was nipping at her panties, actually tearing them from her body! She smacked him on the nose and he barked at her, but to the dog it was just a game. There was no place she could go in the tiny room to get away from him but she continued to twist and turn. Her foot struck against the side of the mattress and it caught her off balance.
She fell sideways but was able to land on the mattress so she didn't hurt herself. She started to get to her feet, getting first to her hands and her knees. The dog was behind her. He leaped forward. Again his paws wrapped around her body but this time she felt something between her legs. The dog had a hard-on! He was poking it at her! "Oh no, doggie," Jane exclaimed but she hardly expected him to listen. The nasty animal continued to poke it frantically between her legs. She knew what he was seeking. She couldn't believe that a dog could do it like that, not a girl. But obviously the beast didn't know that.
At first Jane was simply alarmed and embarrassed but hardly afraid. There was no doubt in her mind now that the touch of the animal between her legs could arouse her-it had already done that-but aside from the humiliation of creaming for a dog, there was not much that the animal could do to her. Perhaps he would come on her belly, like the man in the whorehouse. That would upset her but after everything that had happened to her, it was hardly the worst fate she had suffered. Even when the dog's prick pushed against her cunt she hardly thought that she had anything to fear.
But the dog was more experienced. His master had taught him well. With his victim down on her hands and knees, he drove his thighs up against hers and his brisket pressed against her back. His prick was jabbing wildly against her thighs and belly but he was getting it under control. He knew just where he wanted it, right between her legs. Jane cried out in amazement as she felt the canine cock poking against the opening of her cunt. He was long and hard like a man and he had the same desire. "Oh, don't do that!" she cried out in sudden panic. The dog was starting to fuck her.
The head of his cock was small and pointed and he went in her easier than the minister had ever done it. But inside her it seemed to expand! It had jabbed her like a pencil and then swollen to a post! It had poked deep inside her and expanded until it filled her walls. "Ahh!" Jane gasped as the dog jerked his hips frantically behind her. She could feel his paws trembling. His muzzle was touching her back and she could hear his hot panting in her ear. It was an indescribable sensation, to be dog-fucking with a dog. Her cunt was alive and quivering despite her shock. His lean body was strong and hard and his energy was overwhelming. He was fucking in and out of her and her juices were flowing. Perhaps they had been flowing before he had mounted. Perhaps that was what he had sniffed! Jane couldn't help feeling that it was all her own fault. Blowing the minister had gotten her aroused.
But now there was only the dog to think about, the dog whose hot body was pressing against her back. His paws were still around her. His body was still shaking. But now she could feel her own body trembling. She had to do something to respond! She could feel the craving deep in her cunt. She could feel her urgent desire for satisfaction. She certainly could not be angry at the animal for what was happening. He was only a dog, he didn't know any better. But perhaps she was a dog too. Her body seemed to want him. She liked what he was doing to her! She didn't want him to stop. "Oh, oh, oh . . . " she panted as his prick fucked in and out. "Oh, doggie... doggie. . . fuck me," she whispered. The words just slipped out of her mouth.
And the dog was fucking her, fucking her for all he was worth. His cock was as red as a pepper. She could see it when she looked up under her belly and between her legs and it was slick with her fuck juice. "Fuck me, doggie," she cried a little louder. She had forgotten about the minister. "Oh, doggie, I need you!" Her whole body was aching with lust. She threw her head back and let her blonde mane fall across the dog's muzzle. Her jaw dropped open as she gasped for breath. She raised herself high on her stiff arms. She puckered her ass and tightened her cunt. Her tits were shaking with every breath that she took. The dog gave a sudden lurch forward as he came. "Ahhh. . . Yesss . . . Oh how I love to fuck!" Jane squealed. She could feel his cum shooting like a firehouse. "Fuck me, doggie, fuck me harder!" she begged. The dog trembled and flung another load up her cunt. "Don't stop, doggie, don't stop fucking!" she panted. "Oh, don't ever stop. . . No, doggie, I want you, ohhh!"
She turned and saw the minister watching her. For a moment she hesitated. Then, with a strange expression on her face which surprised even Cotton Salter, she opened her mouth again.
"Ohhh . . . Yessss . . . I want it!" she groaned, but then her words choked off. Her cunt had finally pulled the trigger. Her body stiffened as she came off.
It took her a few moments to recover from what had happened. "My God," she said suddenly. "I just fucked the dog!" The minister smiled at her. It was the moment he had been waiting for.
"I guess it's my turn now," he told her. "Unless you'd rather have the dog again." She didn't answer him. She was overcome by what had happened. She had never believed that she could become so depraved. And how she had loved it! What was happening to her to make her feel like that? She saw Salter had his prick out again. "How do you want it this time, my dear?" he asked. From the way that he said it, she knew that it didn't matter to him, one way or the other. She didn't have to say anything. He would decide for himself. Was there anything he could make her do that would be repulsive to her now.
Once again, Cotton was able to fool her. "Stay there, on your hands and knees. You can lick my ass and play with my balls." For a moment she didn't think that she was hearing correctly. Then the minister stood in front of her with his back to her. He dropped his pants. He stood bare-assed and pushed his hairy moon into her face.
She would have pulled away from him but she could feel the dog behind her again. The dog was licking her leg, the way dogs will do, but he was licking dangerously close to her cunt. She knew what he was licking for. It was only a matter of time before the wet tongue licked right between her legs. And the minister's ass, it was right in her face! She couldn't ignore it. Without thinking she had the stupid idea that if she buried her face where the minister wanted her to, she wouldn't feel what the dog was doing behind her.
She did it quickly, so she wouldn't flinch. He spread his cheeks for her and she closed her eyes as she pushed her face between them. She licked without looking .but she couldn't help feel the hole with her tongue: She licked frantically without being careful about what she was doing. It was as if the faster she went, the more he would forget about her and simply leave her alone. But it didn't happen that way. He cautioned her to slow down. He told her she would have to look what she was doing. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into his wringled brown asshole.
It was horrible to look at. Through the hair at the bottom she could see his balls, and the heavy prick hanging down limply over them. He told her to touch them and she did. She did it as if she was in a trance. He told her to lick and she licked. She licked around the edge of the opening. He told her to put her tongue right in the middle of it. She did that too. She licked until she could feel her tongue going inside him. For a moment she thought she was going to be sick.
But the feeling in her stomach was distracted by the feeling between her legs. She felt the furry body still lapping at her. The animal was now licking her in precisely the same spot where she was licking the minister! She could feel his tongue lapping hard against her ass, overlapping her asshole and going down between her legs. It tickled her cunt and made her squirm. She wondered what it felt like to the minister. She wondered if he was feeling the same.
She couldn't help reaching up through his legs and grabbing his prick. She really didn't know why she did it, it had something to do with what the dog was doing to her. She did it compulsively. She found it was hard. She found herself pulling at it, pulling in short little jerks, the way he had taught her. She played with his balls as she continued to jerk his meat. And she never stopped licking his ass.
Licking him there wasn't really bad. After all, after she had done it a little, everything was clean and all that. She was really only licking her own saliva. There was no harm in that. And she could see that it felt good to him. Just the way that it felt good with the dog. The dog helped to inspire her. And she wondered how an animal could act that way. Was she an animal too? She wondered about that. Certainly at times, Reverend Salter made her feel like a beast. Like with what she was doing now. But if she was going to be a beast, she might as well be a good one. She pulled harder on the minister's prick. She knew now that she had to make him come.
But it wasn't going to happen the way she had planned it. Cotton had other ideas. With his prick as solid as a bar of steel, he spun around and shoved it in her face. She knew what he wanted and didn't hesitate to put it in her mouth. Quickly she sucked, hoping that she could please him. But this wasn't what he wanted either. It was only to get him warmed up. Giving the dog a violent kick, he took his place behind her. As Jane braced herself on all fours, he entered her from behind. Her cunt was sopping with juice. She was ready for anything he could give. He was horny and didn't hesitate. He pumped quickly and his weight knocked her on her belly.
She fell on her face on the mattress but he was still in her. She stretched her body out on the mattress and felt a glorious tightness between her legs. With the rest of her body flat on the mattress, she arched her ass in the air to let him get a better shot. It was over in a minute. She felt him come inside her. She had come, too. Was it becoming a habit with her? Shamefully she turned her head so that their eyes wouldn't meet.