Chapter 6
"Sure am gonna miss gettin' in Melly's pants after she and the Reverend Briggs're all married up and moved in together," John-Boy complained for the tenth or eleventh time that day as he and Buck drove along the bumpy, dusty road in their rusty and battered old pickup truck.
"Can't be helped," Buck grunted as he gripped the steering wheel. "Girl gets knocked up, she has to have a husband to name it after and save her reputation, don't she? We sure as hell can't marry her. Bad enough we fucked our own sister and knocked her up. Ain't natural, really, even though Melly's the best piece of ass in the county-far as I know. Anyway," he added, grinning, after a moment's thought, "who says we can't fuck her even after she's married? I just said that off the top of my head because I sure was scared when she said she was knocked up. I nearly shit on the spot! We can fuck her all we want after she's married, and what's Briggs got to say about it? We can give her as many babies as we want once she's married-God knows that Briggs can afford to bring 'em up, and keep her in style. He don't work for a living like we do-he just preaches and baptizes and fornicates. Bastard's had it pretty damn easy up to now, but now he's in for a rude awakening. That man of God is going to see the light, and I don't mean maybe. That's his church up ahead, ain't it?"
"Sure is, Buck, but look there-ain't nobody in the church; they're all down by the stream a-gettin' baptized by the Reverend."
"Hot damn! They sure are. Couldn't be better for what we got in mind. We got us a captive fucking audience and everything. You just let me do the talkin', John-Boy. Can say hello to your future brother-in-law if you want, though. It'll be a cold day in hell before he gets his ass out of this jam!"
Buck braked the pickup to a screeching halt, pulling it off the road that led to the tiny clapboard church. The road descended a slope to where the creek made a tight bend and widened out into a placid pool, where the Reverend Briggs did his baptizing. Sure enough, a sizeable gathering, composed of a few men, about twenty or thirty women, and a number of rowdy children, were assembled on the grassy bank, kneeling, shouting hymns and encouragements, and clapping their hands in religious ecstasy as they watched their handsome young minister at work. Waist-deep in the middle of the stream, the Reverend Sebastian Briggs, clad only in a thin white cotton nightshirt that was plastered to his muscular body, concealing little of his powerful physique, was loudly exhorting those on the bank while he supported a lovely young woman in his arms.
She too was sheathed in a tight-fitting, dripping white garment that molded itself to her ripe young body and made it only too obvious that she wore no undergarments beneath: her dark nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. And Briggs was caressing one full breast through the soaked material with a tender solicitude that wasn't part of any baptismal ritual that Buck had ever heard of. Buck fought to suppress the grin of satisfaction that curled his lips at the sight. It was as good as if he'd set the scene himself! Shouldering the shotgun he had brought with him and thrusting the coiled bullwhip into his brother's clumsy hands, Buck got out of the pickup and strode down to the bank of the stream, with John-Boy following him eagerly.
At this unexpected visit, Briggs abruptly ceased his shouted harangue, let go of the girl with noticeable reluctance, and stood her on her feet beside him in the rushing water. He quickly recovered from his surprise at seeing Buck Hardy, however, and smiled sanctimoniously at the two men as they approached. The spurious piety and humility of his expression did not sit well on the reverend's face: florid and sensual, with its short broad nose, wide moist red lips, and hooded blue eyes, it did not easily assume a convincing aura of sanctity. Everything about Briggs seemed too big, too coarse, too exaggeratedly virile: his unruly shock of glossy black hair, his broad shoulders that strained the seams of his thin, wet, cotton garment, his strong-looking hands. He was standing too deep in the water for Buck to see whether his reputation for being hung was founded in fact or not: Buck hoped it was, for Melissa's sake.
"Why-if it ain't Buck Hardy and his brother John-Boy!" Briggs said with feigned cheerfulness, addressing himself more to his congregation than to the two brothers. "You're right welcome here, boys, and I'm right glad to see you. You come here to be baptized in the bosom of sweet Jesus and be washed clean of your sins? Strip on down, then, and jump right in-the water's fine. It's the water of life! We all rejoice and are made glad that you two sinners done seen the light before it was too late-the blessed light-and that you've come to me to be saved. Yes, saved! Saved from your black sins! Hallelujah!"
"Hallelujah!" echoed the crowd on the bank; but Buck had heard enough, and now his voice cut through the pious cries as he leveled the shotgun at Briggs:
"Hallelujah my ass! You'd better start saving yourself, you horny, fornicating, virgin-busting bastard!" He punctuated the sentence by squeezing the trigger of the shotgun; it went off with a terrific report, but Buck had aimed high and the shot flew over Briggs' head as his flock screamed and scattered for cover on the bank. "Don't nobody fucking move!" Buck warned, taking a better aim and holding it, his finger on the trigger. "Can still fire off the other barrel, and I think I just might do that! Aiming to blast your good reverend, that fucker there up to his ass in the creek, to hell in about one more minute! Only problem is I can't decide whether to blow his head off or shoot off that big pecker he's so proud of, from what I hear in town. Don't you dare move an inch, Briggs, you vile seducer-you snake in the grass, you! I'll blast you if you do."
The girl who had been in Briggs' arms now took her chance to splash towards the shore, her long wet robe impeding her progress; Buck licked his lips as he saw how the soaked cloth clung to the mound of her cunt-he could even see her dark bush through it! But he had to keep his mind on the business at hand.
Briggs, gaping at the shotgun, looked terrified, but decided to try to bluff it out. "Don't understand at all, Buck Hardy, how you can come here and interrupt the good Lord's holy work of baptism! Must be Satan speaking through your profane lips, you poor misguided sinner. I command him to depart from you, because this is the Lord's work and He appointed me to do it-"
"Oh, shut your cunt lappin' mouth!" Buck retorted. "Guess it was the Goddam Lord's work that you went and done to our poor innocent baby sister. Damn your fornicating soul to hell! Shooting's too good for the likes of you, you child molestin' virgin-buster. Took her virgin flower, folks, that what this here brute did. Must've been Satan that was speaking through his pecker at the time, eh? I'll drive Satan outta you with this here load of buckshot and that'll be the end of one poor sinner's sinning days. Jump in the water and lay that whip on him a little, John-Boy! And you, Briggs, don't move or I'll blow your dick to kingdom come! Gonna teach you a lesson, you son of a bitch. Teach you to seduce helpless young girls. Only fourteen years old and knocked up by a preacher-man! Whip him good and hard, John-Boy, put some muscle into it! Remember what he done to poor Melly! Only don't cut up his face too bad, because Melly has to look at it once they're married up and he's on top of her in the marriage bed. Don't want that fornicating hypocrite in our family but ain't got much choice. His tom cattin' days and nights are over. Knocked up my sister and he's gonna marry her and make an honest woman of the poor girl he done seduced or else-"
Buck went on, laying it on good and heavy, but the spectators were no longer watching or listening to him. They were too engrossed by what was happening in the creek. John-Boy was laying the whip on good and heavy, too, and Buck's long-winded harangue was almost drowned out by the sharp cracks of the whip and Brigg's shrill screams of pain as he tried to fend off the blows with upraised arms. John-Boy was rather enjoying himself, knowing that he was the center of attention for once, and he applied himself to the task with relish. The thin lash cut through Brigg's flimsy wet nightshirt again and again, slashing it to ribbons' as its wearer turned and squirmed to evade the strokes. He was more than half-naked now and covered with his own blood.
"That's just a taste of what's waiting for him down in hell," Buck continued, shouting. "Took advantage of my baby sister's snow-white purity, he did, and she ain't got nobody but her two brothers to avenge her shame. Gonna avenge it all right. Whip that mother fucker to death unless he promises to marry her and right the wrong he done her. Planted a bastard in her cunt and we ain't having us no woods'-colts in our family tree. Poor little Melly! Deceiving her and screwing her and knocking her up and then moving on to some other unsuspecting victim of your brutal lusts. What kind of a preacher are you, anyway? Ain't you got no shame? There you stand mother-naked with your big pecker just hanging out for all of these decent God-fearin' folks to see. Give him a touch of the whip on the tip of his cock, John-Boy, make him jump! Baptizin'! Yeah, you'll baptize 'em in your spurtin' hot come! What a fucking hypocrite!
He's just been preaching so he can get his screwing for free, and even that ain't enough-visits that Johnson whore every week and pays her for a lay with the money you people drop in the collection plate on Sunday! It's a disgrace in the eyes of God and man, and I'm about to put a stop to it. Just doing my duty as a Christian-what's the matter, John-Boy, your arm tired? I guess you can quit for a while. He looks pretty well cut up to me. Don't want him marked up too bad because Melly has to fuck him after they're married up so he can't worm out of it later and divorce her for non-consummation after the fact or something silly like that. Okay, Briggs, get your bare ass outta that creek and put on your clothes and come with us. Cover your shame, man! The preacher's waiting-a real preacher-and he's gonna marry you and our sister up. Or ain't you learned your lesson yet? You want me to take over the whip and John-Boy to hold the gun on you?"
Briggs climbed out of the water and got dressed, moving with slow, painful difficulty. Blood from his cuts stained his shirt as he pulled it on, wincing as the cloth touched his slashed shoulders and back and chest. He was still dripping wet and his eyes were blank with pain.
"Looks like you're the one that just seen the light, brother," Buck couldn't resist cracking. Turning to the horrified crowd, he added, quite graciously, "Any of you folks care to come on into town to the Justice of the Peace's house to see your pastor's wedding, I'm sure you'd be welcome. Won't be much of a wedding, I'm afraid; had to be sort of thrown together at the last minute because Melly's already three or four months along. But it'll be legal and that's what counts. And anybody that opens his mouth against my poor taken-advantage-of baby sister gets what Briggs just got! My sister's gonna be the Reverend Mrs. Briggs and this here town just better keep that in mind. Ain't her fault this bastard knocked her up the way he did."
Buck and John-Boy threw Briggs into the front of the pickup between them, and drove off fast, leaving the startled congregation behind. Buck had trouble keeping a straight face whenever he glanced at the hangdog expression on Briggs'. The poor bastard kept up a steady stream of protests on the way into town: he'd never touched Melissa, had never wanted to, didn't know what the hell the two Hardys were talking about. It was all true, Buck knew, but that was the good reverend's tough luck.
"You'll marry her or I'll blow your pecker off with this here shotgun," was all that Buck replied to Briggs' frantic supplications. "One barrel for each ball!"
The finality of Buck's threat convinced Sebastian that his case was hopeless: there'd be no escape from the hideous bondage of matrimony. And to a whore-if Melissa was really knocked up! True, Sebastian didn't blame the girl for losing her cherry to some guy; he'd never given a damn for the morals, ethics, or souls of those to whom he preached his hellfire-and-damnation sermons on Sundays. His ego had fed upon the importance that being a preacher gave him-on the attention that had been paid to his inspired words, the fuss made over him, the women who literally threw themselves at his feet. He had used those women, too, for, being unmarried, he rationalized that the "Thou Shalt Not" of adultery did not apply to him. If the woman he happened to be screwing happened to be married, the sin was hers, not his, and he always prayed with her afterwards, asking forgiveness for the sin she had so enthusiastically committed. He had always had his pick of horny females-white and black ones.
Carefully now, he reviewed the mess he was in through no fault of his own. Melly was a sexy little bitch-perhaps not as much to his taste as that full-blown whore Carrie Johnson, but an attractive girl nonetheless. He would willingly have seduced her had she been a regular member of his congregation; as it was, he'd simply not gotten around to her yet. After all, she was only fourteen. And already busted and knocked up! Hell's bells! Just like her brothers. The slut must've been fucking guys right and left, if she couldn't even get the son of a bitch who'd planted the bastard in her cunt to marry her!
If only the scandal of the forced marriage didn't
I jeopardize his career as a minister! That would be awful... but it would be to the Hardys' advantage to see that it didn't. Melissa would have a certain status in the town as the preacher's wife. And, if he was careful, Sebastian would be able to keep fucking around. Melissa would hardly be in a position to protest if he had other women-the whore! He could see it now...his congregation spellbound by his words, as they were so often in the past, interspersing his cries with " Amens" and "Hallelujahs" as a steady stream came to the pulpit to kneel and be saved. Now, gazing out over the congregation, he could catch the demure eye of some pretty young thing who was glancing up at him furtively. Her eyes devoured him and he knew what she wanted. Sin! And he'd give her all the sinning one woman could take, all right. He stepped to one side of the pulpit so her eyes could travel down his robe to where the bulge in his britches proclaimed that the man of God was also a man-and a damned well-hung one at that. Of course, he couldn't touch her, couldn't make the first fatal move-that would be adultery, now that he was Melissa's faithful husband, trying to convert her from her whoring ways... or would it? I Technically yes; but he'd remind Melly that he was also pastor to his flock, a father to them all, a counselor, a guide, a loving teacher. Then wouldn't it be better for him to initiate that innocent young girl into the mysteries of womanhood? He'd do it gently and it would be much better for her than the frantic, selfish thrusting of some hot-peckered young Lucifer who'd bust her ripe cherry for her ruthlessly in the fields some afternoon and then go his merry way, laid. All that stud was interested in was her body, where Sebastian Briggs would be trying to save her immortal soul. After he had thoroughly broken in the various orifices of her lovely young body, he'd get down on his knees naked and pray with her so that she'd realize that what she had tempted him to do was sacred and not a sin because she had done it out of love for her own dearest reverend... yes, it would be his duty to fuck all those misguided and weak-willed females to keep them away from the path of sin. God damn, yes...!
Supported by a group of sympathetic neighbor women, and trying to put on a brave front through her tears, Melissa was waiting on the porch of the Justice of the Peace's house downtown. Word had gotten around rapidly, and a large crowd was gathering to see "that Hardy girl git herself married up to the preacher who knocked her up." Melissa hoped that the majority of the men in the crowd were on her side. She tried to look as innocent and ashamed as any soiled dove as she cringed on the porch in her wedding dress-the same confection of white satin and heavy lace that had served her mother and had been brought out of storage in the attic for this solemn occasion. She even had a bouquet in one white-gloved hand. She knew that she was looking her prettiest, and the murmurs that reached her ears from admiring spectators reassured her. There probably wasn't a man in town who didn't envy the bastard who had supposedly gotten her into the family way!
But now the pickup was pulling up, and Buck and John-Boy were dragging the wretched Reverend Briggs across the dusty street towards her. It was time to go into her act. Melissa rushed down the porch steps and melodramatically flung her arms around her intended's neck. She got some of the blood from the whip cuts onto her satin sleeves.
"Oh, Sebastian!" she sobbed. His name sounded funny in her mouth; after all, she hardly knew him except by sight. "Are you a-going to make me an honest woman again, after all? Sure hope so. Prayed that you'd come and save my reputation, I did. Otherwise I would of had to throw myself into the creek and drown to hide my disgrace." She knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but her audience seemed to relish the fustian rhetoric and sentimentality of the tableau. Melissa paused to wipe tears from her cheeks.
"Whore!" Briggs spat, glaring down at her-he was much taller than she was-with blazing eyes.
Melissa had expected much worse from him, so she merely looked mildly shocked. The townspeople, though, were indignant: "Shame! Shame!" several men cried. "Knocked her up and then calls her a whore! What a hypocrite! Just ain't got no shame at all, do you?"
"I'll tell you a fucking thing or two about shame," Briggs began; but before he could embark upon a sermon Buck and John-Boy manhandled him up the steps and into the house. Melissa, looking the image of outraged but vindicated virtue, followed, her head held high. The ceremony itself took only a few minutes. The Justice's wife, shaking her head every time she caught Briggs' sullen glance, held the Bible for her husband as he recited the vows; Buck and John-Boy were the witnesses. The only snag came when the Justice, peering over his bifocals, asked Sebastian, "Do you take this girl to be your lawful wedded wife, sonny?"
Briggs was silent, his full lips set in a smirk. Buck prodded him in the butt with the shotgun.
"Guess I got to marry the goddam whore!" the reverend blurted out.
"Yes or no'll do it!" the Justice said, sounding appalled by Briggs' language. Buck cocked the shotgun with a loud click.
"Yes-fuck it!" Briggs gritted out And that was that
Buck was only too eager to be the first to kiss the blushing bride-with his tongue.
"Guess you don't know exactly what you got coming to you, Melly," Sebastian whispered, ironically but not unkindly, when-after a funereal supper-he and Melissa were locked into the spare bedroom of the Hardy house by the ever-vigilant Buck, who was, unknown to the newlyweds, listening at the keyhole.
"Guess I do," Melissa retorted.
"You sure, honey?" Roughly, he pulled her close to his body. "Men ain't all the same. Some're big-dicked and some're little. Can't ever tell how much a man has until you go to bed with him. Maybe you got more here than you reckoned on-maybe you're going to find me different from that damn Peter Selby."
She knew that her husband was trying to trap her into an admission that it was Peter who had impregnated her. If only it had been! "Don't know nothing at all about that Peter Selby or no other man for that matter," she said casually-quite a lie, she thought cynically. "You know I was pure when you seduced me, darling "Bastian." She was glad it was dark in the bedroom: she was having trouble keeping a straight face.
"Pure, shit!" Sebastian exploded. "Then it was some other stud who planted his seed in your pussy and got you knocked up?"
She stood on tiptoe to bring her head on a level with his, and forced him to bend down so their lips touched. For a long moment they stood there in the darkness, frantically clutching each other, kissing and caressing, before she released him. "You got a mighty poor memory, lover," she teased, "if you don't remember what we done! How you pulled my dress up and my pants down and put your fingers into my pussy and made it all nice and hot and wet and ready, and then you opened your pants and took it out and I nearly died when I felt you shoving it up into me-" Her fingers were already busy with his belt buckle and his zipper, opening his trousers, thrusting them down his brawny thighs, tearing at the buttons of his blood-stained shirt. He was panting with arousal as he ripped her flimsy nightie from her shoulders and flung the garment aside over the floor. She was naked and her bare breasts pressed enticingly against his deep hairy chest as she impatiently pushed his shirt over his shoulders and stroked his back with her fingers, feeling the welts left by the whip as he winced slightly at the pain her light touch caused him. Melissa sank her teeth into his shoulder muscle; he grunted and cupped her left tit in his big hand, his fingers digging into the breast flesh in retaliation.
"Gonna leave my mark on you, too," she gasped after she'd released him. She rested her head on his shoulder, letting him caress her coppery-brown wealth of silken hair with his free hand as he continued to toy with her ripe breast, sliding his thumb over the stiffening nipple. Melissa stroked his bare back tenderly with a soothing palm as she plunged her other hand down into the bulging elastic pouch of her husband's jockey shorts and discovered, to her delight, that all men were indeed not alike. He was huge and, better yet, uncircumcised, with a thick soft sheath of foreskin that made grasping his cock and sliding her fist back and forth on it a thrilling tactile experience.
"Let me suck it!" she demanded.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Sebastian moaned, unable to believe what he saw, felt, and heard. He'd married the hottest piece of ass in the state of Georgia-of that he was already convinced-and any misgivings he still had about the forced marriage faded into insignificance as Melissa used her hold on his cock to pull him towards the waiting bed. He fell onto the mattress, helpless, and then she was all over him at once, it seemed, with her mouth and hands and breasts, driving him out of his mind with raw erotic excitement. In the dim light she could see her husband's thick hard-on jutting straight up into the air, pointing like a rocket at the ceiling, from the furry launching pad of his groin; his muscular legs thrashed about on the bed as he tried to grab himself and jerk off, but she was too quick for him. She seized his cock by its base-it was so big that she could barely fit her fingers around it!-and pumped her fist up and down on it. The massive veins that ran along the shaft pulsed to her touch and Sebastian whimpered with lustful impatience.
"Suck it, Melly, honey," he begged in a guilty whisper. "Get your sweet mouth down on that thing and blow it for me! I'm your husband now, ain't I? Ain't that what you wanted-for us to be man and wife? It's your conjugal duty to satisfy your husband's sexual lusts-"
"Oh, bullshit!" Melissa scoffed; but to shut him up she went to work. Her nude body swaying on the bed beside his, tits and ass firmly rounded as she crouched over his groin and fisted him, she took a deep breath, which only made her breasts swell out bigger, and ran her tongue around her lips to lubricate them for the lube job she planned to perform on the good reverend's rod of iron. Then she lowered her head over his crotch, her hair tumbling down loosely to caress his thighs, his balls, the lower edge of his taut-muscled belly, got a better grip on the root of that big cock, and bent it towards her panting lips. She could smell the musk of his genitals and it excited her. Boldly, she thrust her tongue again to run it over the pouting lips of Sebastian's cockhead. He gasped and squirmed at even this light contact, and she was thrilled by his response. She dug beneath the flap of foreskin and began to tongue the head of his penis rapidly, thoroughly, keeping her wet tongue trapped between the bulky glans and its hood of loose outer skin. That drove her husband wild! His fingers were buried in her hair, trying to push her head down and force her to take his dick between her lips. Melissa resisted. She wanted to taste him first.
Her tongue slid over the slitted tip of the penis again and caught the drop of semen that was oozing from his pisser. She loved the salty taste and scraped her tongue over the hole again and again, until he was shivering with lust, his big body writhing beneath hers on the bed. Really getting into the oral sex now, Melissa bent her head a bit lower and ran her warm, wet tongue over the shaft of that immense tool. She dug the tip into his slit once more, then thrust her stiffened tongue under the retracted foreskin and cleaned out that sensitive area. It tasted tangier than the drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid-cheesier. She licked at that part of her new stud's cock repeatedly, until her heavy tongue treatment had him pleading for mercy.
"Suck it, Melly! You hot-cunted bitch! Suck it! Jesus Christ-suck it before I pop my nuts right now! Take that dick in your mouth, honey! You're making me too fucking hot! That tongue of yoursoh, shit!"
She took another good, deep breath, then opened her lips wide and pressed them down over the flared head of the cock in a snug, lingering kiss, her tongue still busy against the slit. The skin felt velvety smooth and soft as it pulsed against her lips and, excited, she opened her mouth wider and pushed it down until the whole of the cockhead had slipped between her lips and past her tongue and was filling the interior of her mouth.
"Oh-yeah!" Sebastian groaned in delight, throwing his head back on the bed. "Suck it, Melly-suck on that cock." It was a wanton sight-the girl's slim, pale nudity twisting in a series of increasingly abandoned poses as she angled her head down to cram more and more hard dick up into her greedy mouth and, hollowing her flushed cheeks, began to apply strong, uninterrupted suction on the head of the saliva-bathed penis. She let more of the shaft slip between her gaping lips and her naked body shuddered as the hard meat filled her oral cavity to its utmost capacity. His cock began to tingle and tense in rigid, throbbing expectation inside her mouth. She blew him passionately for several delightful minutes before, gasping, her husband sat up on the bed and tugged at her head, pulling her off his dick.
She was hurt for a moment. "What's-what's the matter, darling?" she asked timidly. "Didn't I do it right-?"
"You did just fine, you cocksucking slut," he panted. "I want to taste your pussy-I want to eat out your box while you go down on my dick-let's do it the sixty-nine way!" He certainly wasn't talking like a preacher now, Melissa thought, but the fact pleased her. She'd expected a lot of lecturing on the evil of her wanton ways. "Move over here, Melly...turn around-yeah!-spread 'em, spread your legs... open up that sweet box of candy for me and let me eat you real good while you suck on my pole-" He buried his face between her thighs and drove his tongue right into her cunt, without any preliminaries. She knew at once why the women all found him irresistible. He ate her as though her cunt was candy and he was a sugar-starved diabetic going on an oral orgy. Melissa cried out passionately and shook her ass and tits in helpless reaction as her entire body took fire from her tongued cunt and she abandoned herself to the fantastic sensations that ripped through her pelvis.
But he wanted her to reciprocate-he was grunting as he shoved his powerful body at her face, his muscular thighs parting, his hard-on rubbing against her cheek-her lips. She threw herself at his crotch with an abandon that matched his own, groping for his buttocks and the backs of his thighs to pull his cock into her open mouth...soon she was deep-throating him. He drilled his tongue into her cunt even deeper, tirelessly, to reward her for the good job she was doing, as their nude bodies banged together, wet with sweat, and their fierce passion built only too rapidly to its inevitable explosive conclusion.
Grunting, squealing, uttering an astonishing range of bestial sex noises, the Reverend Sebastian Briggs slammed his hips against his wanton young wife's sucking mouth as she got a tighter grip on his asscheeks and prepared to drain him of his spurting come. He shot into her mouth, all but choking her with the first thick wads of creamy sperm that splattered over the roof of her mouth and plastered her tongue against the side of the jerking, unloading cock she was sucking. She swallowed as much of the seminal flood as she could, but he was pumping just too much of the damned stuff into her! She had to draw back a little to contain the torrent and as she did so his slick, pulsating prick escaped from between her numb lips, which got smeared by the heavy bursts of male syrup that shot over and between them. It coated her face, her throat, her breasts; Melissa gasped and giggled as the come drenched her body and kept right on gushing. Her laughter melted into a long-drawn-out moan of orgasmic ecstasy as her hungry cunt lapper's skillful tongue drove her over the edge of a terrific climax. It began deep in her vagina and seemed to shoot through her body like an explosion. Her clit burned fiercely as she came and came against the sucking, slurping mouth that was glued to her mushy private parts as they twitched in the throes of orgasm.
He had one big hand pressed deep between her asscheeks, and now the tip of his blunt middle finger suddenly dug into her anus as he brought her off so violently, his muscular body writhing and contracting as he fired the last of his spunk between her jiggling breasts. As he worked that tormenting finger around inside her tender asshole, Melissa collapsed on the bed over his body as her cunt, still convulsing, contracted like a flesh-padded vice around the tongue that Sebastian still stabbed up into its depths as he licked up the juices that gushed from the creaming pussy and Melissa felt herself coming again and yet again, her body going out of control altogether as he ate her pussy, her vagina tightening up in delicious anticipation of the next shock wave of orgasm that was about to hit it...
Outside the locked bedroom door, Buck was kneeling naked, his eye pressed to the keyhole, ignoring John-Boy's urgent, whispered demands that he be allowed to take a look, too. To keep his brother pacified, Buck used his left fist to grasp and beat off John-Boy's hard-on as he manipulated himself roughly with his right hand. Grunting, not bothering to try to keep his voice down-the couple in the bedroom were making too much noise and were too engrossed in each other to notice anything-Buck pumped his spurting come onto the panel of the door as he watched his sister disport herself amorously with the Reverend Briggs.