GC-1006 The Minister’s Wild Wife
by Warren Reagan


FOREWORD

The overwhelming problems some people face during the course of their 
lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider 
under normal circumstances.

There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in 
order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save
a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform 
extremely difficult plays, takes drugs to improve his performance.

Peaches March is one of these people, for her problem—a husband who fails
to satisfy her sexually—leads her to accept shame and degradation at the 
hands of men who only wish to use and abuse her.

Her story is that of a woman shattered by life’s realities, namely, an 
unsatisfactory marriage.

THE MINISTER’S WILD WIFE is a novel about a society which too often 
ignores a person’s cry for help.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

Peaches was pissed.

She told her husband, over breakfast, that his plan for wealth and glory 
was nothing but a crock of shit.

“Just look at the papers,” she said over her second cup of coffee only 
that morning. “You can count all the successful TV evangelists on one hand.
What makes you think you have the magic charm to make it so fuckin’ big, 
when so many have fallen by the wayside?”

But Bart was persistent. She could tell by the look in his eyes that his 
decision was final.

“You know how I hate you using profanity,” he said. “Besides, I’ll know 
more when I get back from Chicago. Nothing’s settled yet.” She slammed her 
cup on the table. “Shit! I’m not going with you, and that’s all there is to
it! You’re giving up a nice parish here in Huntsville—even if it’s only a 
hick town!”

“Nice parish? Poor parish, you mean. I’m not giving up this opportunity 
in Chicago for a crack at a little luxury.”

She shook her head. “But you’re young yet. You’ve only been preaching for
a year. Look how the Reverend Clock has given you the Ladies’ Society for 
your pet project. Doesn’t that show you how much confidence he has in your 
capabilities?”

Bart laughed. “You and that old windbag!”

“Stop!” she screeched, getting up from the table. “I’ll not have you talk
that way about the Reverend. He’s not old! He’s only forty-four.”

She stormed out of the kitchen, feeling the blood drain from her face.

Let him make a fucking fool of himself. When he found out how the people 
in Chicago only wanted his father’s money, he’d be back with his tail 
between his legs.

And if he didn’t, she still had her body.

Had she made a mistake in marrying Bart? She had her doubts as she 
watched her young husband pile into his old Dodge and back out of the 
driveway.

She walked downstairs and found the sandy-haired Reverend Clock seated in
his study, reading the sermon that he would deliver at church services 
tomorrow.

His dark study was small.

A small, old desk rested in the rear corner. A worn, red rug covered the 
floor. A huge overstuffed sofa, against the side wall, completed the 
furnishings.

“Well, he’s gone,” Peaches said, settling back on the soft, worn sofa.

The older man put his papers down on the cluttered old desk. “Couldn’t 
convince him, then?”

She shook her head.

“If his job works out in Chicago, I’m going to miss you, Peaches,” the 
Reverend said sadly.

She felt tears forming in the corners of her deep brown eyes. She rubbed 
the damp spot with the back of her hand.

“I love it here,” she cried softly. “I’m going to miss you too.”

He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a brown bottle of wine. She 
watched him pour the amber liquid into two glasses. He stood up and took a 
seat next to her.

He smiled. “Would you care for some wine?”

Peaches watched his dark eyes scan the outline of her full tits.

A flick of remembrance shot through her mind, picturing the Reverend’s 
wife, Cora, the big dowdy matron encased in her corsets.

What a pity, she had thought to herself then, that such a good-looking 
man was shackled to such a drab, fat bitch. She had wondered how he took 
her constant nagging. What was it like married to a sexless, shitty snob 
like that patronizing old cunt? His prick must be drooling for action.

But who was she to call the pot black. Bart had never brought her to an 
orgasm during the year of their marriage. On and off. Get the job done, 
then go to sleep. That was the story of her sex life.

And the last two months were the worst. With their constant argument 
about Bart’s offer from Chicago to go on TV, they had had no sex at all. 
She found herself on the verge of tears all too often when her pussy ached 
for a man’s prick.

She smiled at the older man, his sandy hair sparkling as a ray of 
sunlight beamed in the study window.

“Thank you, Reverend Clock,” she said, accepting the crystal glass from 
his hand.

“Suppose we forget that Reverend Clock stuff,” he said. “Please call me 
by my first name, my dear. With the annual retreat coming up next Monday, 
we will be seeing quite a lot of each other. Especially with your husband 
in Chicago for a month.”

He took a clean, white handkerchief from his breast pocket and placed it 
in her hand.

She smiled. “Thank you, Frank.”

She blew her nose. “We will be seeing quite a bit of each other.”

His hand landed on her knee. She felt his eyes appraising her tits with 
obvious desire and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

As she wiped her eyes, Frank removed his black frock and laid it across 
the arm of the sofa.

Underneath, he wore a thin white shirt and a pair of dark-blue trousers. 
She noticed the bulge in the crotch, and her eyes began to glisten.

Fuck Bart, she thought. It would serve him right if Frank gave her a 
little kind affection along with his kind words. She had always admired 
Frank’s strong shoulders.

“You are a delightful change, my dear,” Frank said, his deep voice 
becoming raspy. “Most of the women in my congregation look like the hind 
end of a dead mule.”

She giggled. “Your wife must appreciate that.”

A sudden charge of some sort of electricity shot between them, and 
Peaches felt her cunt quiver ever so lightly.

“I’m happy you find me so,” she said.

“Cora is insanely jealous of pretty faces,” he said. “We must be careful 
when we’re together. Hell hath no fury like a jealous woman.”

She felt his hand creep under her dress and slide up her legs.

A warm wet ooze dribbled from her cunt.

“Perhaps we should go up to my apartment,” she said, knowing he had 
decided to seduce her.

He shook his head. “No. This room is sacred to me. Cora would never 
intrude on my privacy in here.” He cleared his throat. “Unless you feel 
uncomfortable.”

For a moment, words failed her. His fingers, playing with her soft inner 
thighs, tickled as they danced slowly on their way up their wet cuntlips. 
The wonderful feeling left her breathless.

“I’m fine,” Peaches said. “You’re the one who will be in trouble if 
someone should catch us.”

“I’ll risk the chance. But what about your husband?”

“Fuck Bart!” she moaned, spreading her long legs to make room for his 
probing fingers, at the same time offering her lips to be kissed.

“I hoped you would say something like that,” Frank whispered, and with 
one swift move, his free hand encircled Peaches’ slim shoulder and drew her
rich, firm tits to his chest.

As their lips met, she felt the fire burning deep in his body.

His tongue parted her teeth, and Peaches’ fingers swept down to the hard,
fully erect cock outlined in his trousers. The stiff cock throbbed as she 
ran her palms across its length. She traced the edges with her small 
fingers.

“Poor dear!” she purred, taking a deep breath. “Your cock seems so 
neglected!”

She opened her mouth wide and his hot tongue swiped her tongue, her 
cheeks and her white teeth. She felt a wetness seep from the tip of his 
prick and stain his pants with a patch of warm dampness.

They traded spit, her lips drooling sweet saliva. Her nipples, enlarged 
like two hard acorns, throbbed against the Reverend’s athletic chest, and 
he moaned as Peaches’ fingernails dug deep into his pulsating cock-bulge.

When they parted, panting, he grinned. “Bart doesn’t seem to be taking 
care of you properly, either, my dear.”

“Bart fucks like he shits, quick and smelly.”

As they spoke, his finger found her knobby clit. The sensation made 
Peaches’ mouth water. Her heart jumped as he worked her pink cunt lips open
and drilled his finger into her ripe, slushy cunt.

Deeper and deeper the fat digit worked, until Peaches felt his knuckles 
reach her slimy pussyslit. He rocked the tiny cock-like finger until 
Peaches felt faint with her growing desire.

The Reverend pushed his head back and stared into her eyes for a moment. 
“Do you like to have a man suck on your cunt, my dear?”

Peaches shivered at the prospect.

“I love it!” she moaned. “But Bart claims my pussy’s too stinky! He never
goes down on me!”

“Baa! Nothing about you could stink!” Frank said. “You are all peaches 
and cream! Everything about you smells good! You are much too sweet to have
anything that resembles a stink!”

She brushed his cheek with her lips. “You’re a doll!”

“I haven’t sucked a pussy since high school,” he said with a sly smile.

“Why, you old fart!” She giggled.

“May I go—go down on you?”

As an answer, she spread her legs wide apart, leaned against the back of 
the sofa and hunched her ass up, pulling her skirt up over her hips. Her 
bare legs were stretched open in a wide vee, her pink panties a narrow 
ribbon stretched taut through two throbbing pink, puffy petals of hot, 
moist cunt.

Peaches watched, through slitted eyes, as Frank slid to the floor and 
shimmied his body between her outstretched legs. She closed her eyes and 
lay her head back on the sofa as he raised her legs and wiggled his 
shoulders between them.

His tongue slithered up her leg and licked the sweet pussyjuice as it 
neared the rich, thick thatch of curly hair which surrounded her sweet 
cunt.

A steamy wet dampness engulfed her pussy, and her heart pounded like a 
hammering drum. It had been a long time since she had a man’s teasing 
tongue tickle her thighs.

Frank rained hundreds of tiny kisses on the soft, tender flesh of her 
thighs.

The breath shot out of her mouth like gushers of hot steam as his mouth 
teasingly approached her cunt.

He seemed to be a master when it came to pleasing a woman.

“Where the fuck did you ever learn that?” she asked contentedly as the 
older man snaked his tongue under her pink silk panties.

To her, the Reverend’s tongue felt like a bolt of searing lightning, as 
he lapped the tight, thin cloth that split her cunt.

He drew the thin fabric between his teeth and gnawed at the silk until it
split in two.

Then he was on her pussy.

He plunged his nose up and down her wet cuntslit, and she felt his hot 
breath on the hot flesh as he gulped deep gobs of air.

She fell into a deep swoon of rapture and her creamy cunt slobbered slick
sugary cuntjuice into his nostrils. She wondered if he still thought her 
pussy smelled good.

“Suck!” she groaned. “Suck my fuckin’ clit!”

He grunted and wiggled his head as his nose parted the thick rise of soft
curly hair at the . entrance to her wet cunthole.

Peaches whiffed her woman-scent drifting up from her hot pussy. It 
smelled wonderful, like a dark, warm June night’s gentle breeze blowing in 
from the river.

The older man mashed his flushed face into Peaches’ sweet cunt. She felt 
his tongue snake its way along her pungent pussyslit and bump her knobby 
clit.

“Oh my!” she cried as a bolt of tingling electricity shot through the 
lining of her stomach. “You’re sending me out of this world!”

She lowered her head and watched the Reverend munch on her slippery cunt.
He was like a kid in a candy store with a fist full of change. He sucked, 
chewed and licked, and loud, slurpy sounds drifted up from her crotch.

“Christ, man!” she groaned through her quivering lips. “I never got a 
sucking like this before!”

Bubbles of spit frothed at the corner of her lips, and she licked them 
clean with the tip of her tongue.

Like a wild animal, Frank nursed her swollen cunt, and her creamy pussy 
drooled so much sticky cuntjuice that it ran down into her asscrack and 
dripped onto his lap.

He kept going back to her clit. His teeth tenderly bit the outer edges of
her puffy cunt. He pulled at her cuntlips. Over and over, he sucked her 
cunt, until she thought she’d spill her guts down his throat.

Then, exhausted, he drew back and gasped for air. His face was beet-red, 
and lots of pussy juice ran down his chin. But the smile on his face was 
ecstatic.

At last, Frank caught his breath.

“Now, my dear,” he panted, “let’s see what you can do on an old man’s 
prick.”

Peaches giggled.

“Gladly, sir!” she squealed. “It will be my pleasure! And if that’s how 
an old man sucks, please God, send me no more young ones!”

She stood up and forced his head down on the rich, red rug. Seated on his
chest, she threw her long red, flowing skirt over his head and snuggled her
hot, ripe pussy up to his chin.

“But, tell me first. Does my pussy really stink?”

She heard his muffled laugh. Her drenched inner thighs felt slimy against
his hot cheeks.

“Tell me the truth, you old fart,” she said affectionately, “or I’ll piss
all over your face!” As he answered, she could feel his jaw jab her hot 
clit. It made her aching cunt feel like a blazing fire.

“Honest. It smells like the gates of heaven.”

“And my ass?”

“I haven’t smelled that yet.”

Pivoting on one knee, Peaches spun herself around until her tiny brown 
asshole rested on his nose. “How about it?”

“Like a rose,” Frank said.

His nose felt like a little turd about to drop. A pleasing sensation 
rippled through her body. She tugged on his belt, unbuckling the silver 
clasp, but keeping her ass pressed to his face. She wiggled her ass as she 
unzipped his trousers. His tongue followed her asscrack as she moved.

“Lift your ass!” she murmured, jerking on his fly. Her mouth fell open as
his cock flipped out of the sopping wet pants, big gobs of jizz dripping 
from the bright-red tip.

“My God!” she whispered. “Where the hell did you ever get one that big?”

“Like it? It’s ten inches,” he said. “I measured it just last night.”

She wrestled his pants down below his knees as he humped his ass off the 
floor. Her eyes never left his throbbing cock as she bared his big sac of 
balls.

“Your prick is as wet as my sloppy cunt.”

“Squeeze my balls!” he moaned. “Lick my cock!”

Peaches wrapped her fingers around the rock-hard prick and squeezed some 
jizz from his burly cock-knob. The horny cock felt hot in her hand, and it 
throbbed in her clutch.

With her other hand, she trailed a finger over the pricktip, collecting a
big gob of the shiny spunk on the tip of her digit and bringing it to her 
mouth. She smelled its fishy odor and tasted its creamy flavor.

Then she lowered her hand to the Reverend’s slick balls and closed her 
fist around the twin rocks.

“Harder!” Frank moaned.

She could almost feel the balls crack in her palm.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Harder!”

The young minister’s wife clasped her fist tighter. She heard his grunts 
echo along her asscrack, his hot breath making a bubbling sound as he 
panted between the moist cheeks of her ass.

“My cock! Suck my cock!” Frank groaned.

Peaches bent down and licked the sweet drool off his cockhead. Then she 
opened her mouth wide and engulfed the knobby dome. She sealed her red lips
around the hard mass of fiery flesh and ran her tongue across his pisshole.

“Oh, so good!” the Reverend moaned. “Good, good, good!”

His long cock disappeared into the depths of her mouth. Her eyes suddenly
popped open when she realized her lips were pressing against the Reverend’s
sweaty balls. She had eaten his whole ten inches!

And deeply enjoyed every fraction of the long hard cock.

“Good Lord!” the horny preacher gurgled. “You’ve eaten the whole goddamn 
thing!”

But Peaches hardly heard a word the man said. Quickly, her head began 
bobbing up and down on the long prick as she gobbled greedily at the old 
man’s hard-on.

Her legs encircled Frank’s head, bringing her soupy cunt to his mouth. 
She wiggled her hips, dry-fucking the older man’s chin and nose. Her hips 
generated a rhythm, a timed tempo with her cocksucking mouth. She felt her 
pussy bang his chin on her down-stroke. It slammed into his nose on the 
return stroke.

The head of his cock was bulging and dripping jizz. Her head moved 
faster, keeping time with her arching hips. His hands encircled her thin, 
slim asscheeks and a finger found her asshole. Then he plunged his digit 
deep into her bowels.

Peaches groaned in ecstasy. Her heart pounded madly under her melon-sized
tits. She felt her cunt gush sweet cuntjuice across the Reverend’s chin. It
dripped down his neck and onto his chest.

Then suddenly the old man’s prick quivered in a familiar way. Peaches had
felt men’s prick react like that in the deep hole of her cunt, but never so
deep down her throat. She wondered how his load of hot cum would feel 
spewing off deep inside her throat. The thought made her pussy react. A 
wonderful churning feeling developed in the pit of her belly. It moved 
through her guts, toward her pussy.

She felt the cock in her mouth expand. At the same time, a roaring orgasm
exploded in her cunt. She felt his prick erupt and send a fiery mass of 
spunk gushing against her tonsils.

Finally, the old man’s body went limp under her. Peaches spit the 
softening cock from her mouth. Her face was covered with cum, and her body 
still shook and shivered from her climax.

Peaches rolled off the minister, spun her body and cuddled beside the 
older man.

She grinned. “When can we do that again?” He leaned over and kissed her 
cum-covered lips.

“Tonight, if you feel in the mood,” he said seriously. “But, I’d like to 
try your pussy next time. In your apartment?”

“My pleasure,” she said. “You sure do shoot some load.”

“Just wait until the retreat, my dear!”

CHAPTER TWO

Upstairs in her cramped bedroom, Peaches threw herself down on the lumpy 
mattress, a feeling of contentment surging through her body.

She smiled.

It had been some time since she had been so sexually satisfied. Frank had
shown her tenderness, love. The thought of his big prick down her throat 
made her giggle.

And the coming retreat. She had forgotten about it because when it was 
first brought up, she had turned her nose up at the idea. Living in a hot, 
smelly tent for two weeks had disturbed her when she was first told about 
it. But now the possibilities flashed through her mind, and visions of 
lying naked in the arms of someone who knew how to please a hot, starving 
cunt danced in her head.

Fuck Bart! She’d take on the whole fucking flock if the rest of the 
parishioners were as hard-up and horny as Frank.

She remembered her first sexual experience in the woods.

She thought about her affair with Joey White.

Crazy! It was all so crazy. She hadn’t seen Joey since that warm summer 
June when she was very young, her tits but knobby bumps on her chest.

He had been a year older, tall and lanky, with long black hair falling to
his shoulders. He had recently moved into the neighborhood.

One day she had been out walking, and when she looked over her shoulder, 
there he was, about fifty yards back, a big smile on his face.

When she had reached the brook in back of the old Maxel farm, he had 
caught up to her.

Peaches had started to run, hoping deep in her heart he’d chase her.

She flew across the narrow stream, her feet splashing the cool water up 
her legs. The bottom of her skirt was drenched as she climbed the steep 
bank on the other side.

But she didn’t care.

Her heart throbbed as she made a sudden turn into the woods. She could 
hear Joey’s footsteps behind her when she stumbled on a root and sprawled 
head-first into a pile of dried leaves at the foot of a tall oak.

For a moment, the fall dazed her, and orange lights flickered before her 
eyes.

Then Peaches felt Joey’s arms snake their way under her shoulders as he 
slid to a halt and dropped down beside her. He cradled her head in his lap.
Her heart began to race and her pulse began to pound in her ears.

Cuddled in his arms, she felt a warm, steamy dampness engulf her pussy. 
The feeling was strange, but she knew what it meant. It was the same 
wonderful sensation she had when she awoke in the middle of the night, 
spread her legs and fingered herself, her downy-haired cunt itching like 
hell.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Her face split into a wide grin and she nodded her head.

They studied each other’s eyes for a moment, and Peaches sensed an 
ecstatic wave of something wonderful pass between them. The feeling was 
something new. It made her pussy quiver, and an uncontrollable shiver 
wracked her body.

Then she felt a sudden bulge begin to grow under her head. His cock began
to harden.

A fiery glow of naked passion started to sear through her body, making 
her cunt burn and her mouth water.

She reached up and caught his head with the palm of her hand and pulled 
his face down to her lips.

She felt his prick wobble under her head as their mouths met. They kissed
deeply. She opened her mouth and immediately his pointed tongue speared 
deep inside.

The bulge between Joey’s legs got harder and harder, until Peaches 
thought his tight jeans would split.

But when his hand crept down between her legs, searching for her cunt, 
she pulled her head away.

“Joey!” she whispered. “Don’t play with me if you’re not serious!”

Slowly, he raised her dress above her knees and, as she hunched her ass 
off the ground, he slid the soft cotton fabric up over her long, tapered 
legs, her crotch covered only by a narrow strip of her pink panties.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, his eyes narrowed into thin slits of naked 
passion.

His teasing hand caressed her crotch as he spoke, tickling her thighs, 
then moving across the thin carpet of fuzzy blonde hair under her pink 
bikinis.

The sensation made her feel faint. She had a sudden need to piss. She 
closed her eyes and tried to squeeze her hot cunt closed, hoping the 
dreadful urge would go away. But when he parted her panties and slipped a 
finger between her puffy, creamy cuntlips, the urge grew stronger and a 
stream of yellow piss hissed from her heated cunt.

She could feel the hot liquid saturate the thin silk garment covering her
gurgling pussy and dribble across Joey’s hand. It felt hot against her 
tender pink flesh and she could smell its pungent odor.

Peaches felt Joey’s rock-hard prick ram into a pulsating spasms against 
the back of her neck as the piss gurgled through her sheer panties and 
splattered against the dried leaves beneath her.

When the last drop dripped from her cunt, she spread her legs wide apart 
and felt a sense of weird excitement.

Emotionally, her body had been drained by watching Joey’s face freeze in 
obvious shock. His fingers had played between the soft folds of her pussy 
as the stream of steamy yellow piss flowed from her pussy.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You must think I’m kind of weird.”

He turned to her.

“You know,” he said softly. “I came damn near to creaming in my pants. 
Isn’t that weird?”

His finger wiggled then, stretched her cunt open and slithered its way 
deep inside her moist fuckhole probing the gooey folds of her pissy pussy.

It made her shiver.

“Hold me tight, Joey!” she moaned. “I’m going to come!”

Joey lifted his arms and held her tight as her body arched and a 
delicious current of sheer ecstasy flowed through her loins.

For a long while, they were quiet, staring into each other’s eyes. Then 
he slid down on their leafy bed and wrapped an arm under her neck.

The dried leaves crackled under them as he smothered her face, neck and 
arms with hundreds of tiny kisses.

“I want you, Joey!” she whispered softly. “Have you ever gone all the way
before?”

He took her hand from his chin and kissed it with a tenderness that made 
her heart ache with want.

“No,” he said. “Have you?”

She shook her head.

“No!” she panted softly. “But I want to!”

When he kissed her lips, he screwed a knee between hers and squeezed her 
thigh between his legs.

Gently, she moved her hips up and down, her crotch humping his leg. She 
crushed her cunt closer to him, until her slick clit throbbed into a state 
of wild, feminine erection.

Her puffy cunt swelled with desire, her pussy drooling huge amounts of 
slick cuntjuice to add to the delicious smell of the pissy mess in her 
panties.

She could feel the strong beat of his heart against her. His swollen 
prick, wedged tight against her stomach, slid up and down along her belly 
faster and faster as she increased the rhythm of her hips against his leg.

Suddenly Joey shoved himself away.

“Christ, honey!” he gasped. “I’ve got to take a breather before I pop my 
friggin’ nuts!”

His face was red, his chest heaving with his every breath.

He reached over and undid the white pearl buttons on her dress slowly. 
Then he drew the soft garment over her shoulders and laid it beside their 
soft, brown bed of dried leaves. Soon she was completely naked, except for 
a pair of pink socks.

Joey leaned over and took one nipple between his lips. Bubbles of frothy 
spit collected in the corners of his mouth, and he sucked her tender tits 
until Peaches thought she would go crazy.

As Joey sucked, Peaches unzipped his fly. His slimy prick popped out of 
his pants like a cork out of a bottle. It took her breath away.

His cock was eight inches long and as wide as her wrist. She reached 
down, grabbed the throbbing prick and shook it up and down. A gob of white 
goo dripped from the pisshole and landed on her fist. She brought her hand 
up to her mouth and licked the white cream. It tasted slightly fishy, but 
she liked it. She also liked the sexy smell.

She explored the large chubby sac at the base of his cock. It was 
drenched with sweat. Aroused like never before, she tugged at Joey’s 
shoulder. “Joey!” she whispered. “Take your shirt off! I want to feel your 
bare chest against my tits!”

He ripped open the buttons and Peaches helped him pull the white garment 
over his shoulders. Like her dress, it landed in a heap on the leafy bed 
beside them.

Peaches closed her eyes as Joey pulled her tits against his bronzed body.
She and Joey kissed with a hungry yearning. The sensation of hot, bare 
flesh against her hot, bare flesh made every ounce of her blood sear 
through her body.

Cuntjuice flowed down the insides of her legs. Joey felt it on his 
fingertips when he slipped a hand down her leg.

“Peaches, I want to lick the cuntjuice from between your legs!”

She felt his head slither to her crotch and bury itself between her 
thighs, and his tongue swiped the sticky fuckjuice from her hot bare skin.

Squealing in delight as his rough tongue lapped the wads of creamy juice.
Her belly ached with a dreadful need.

“Joey!” she cried out in agony. “I need you!”

“Suck my cock!” he moaned.

She nodded, looking at his bulging prickhead.

Joey returned to the sticky slit between her legs as Peaches spread her 
thighs wide to receive him. Wiggling the swollen mass, she guided the 
eight-inch prick into her open mouth. She sniffed the starchy scent of 
Joey’s swollen prick, and it sent a pang of sheer rapture through her body.

At first, she enjoyed toying with the circumcised cockhead. As his cock 
drooled great gobs of fuckjuice, she sucked the sticky globs with greedy 
relish.

Holding her breath, she eased the cockmeat as far back into her mouth as 
possible, while she snaked a finger along the crack of his ass until she 
found his asshole.

Easing her digit into his shitter, she plunged it deep inside his 
shit-tube.

She heard him moan with pleasure when she wiggled the tip of her finger 
inside his tight asshole.

As Joey sucked hard on her cunt, her whole insides seemed to be drawn 
down toward his mouth. Cuntjuice spewed from her tight pussy, until she 
felt the awesome pleasure escalating up toward the pit of her stomach.

She clamped her legs against Joey’s head. The aching relief she craved 
erupted into spasms of liquid fire as she began to orgasm. Again and again,
she orgasmed. Then she gave a gasping moan and lay still. But she kept his 
wonderful cock in her mouth.

Then Joey cried out. His eruption sprayed the back of her throat with a 
raging torrent of cum. He shot load after load of hot spunk down her 
throat. Big gobs of white cum spilled down her chin.

Their orgasms satisfied the two youngsters, but only for a short time.

CHAPTER THREE

At a few minutes past nine, Peaches awoke with a start. She hadn’t 
planned on taking a nap. There was so much to do before Frank arrived. The 
room reeked of her cunt odor after her session with Frank. She had wanted 
to shower and douche for their big night together.

But the recollection of Joey White had made Peaches hot. A burning glow 
of desire was starting to flow through her body, making her pussy throb and
ache and her mouth begin to water.

She got up from the bed and turned on the small nightlight, bathing the 
darkened room in a warm glow.

Again, she swore to herself that she’d take advantage of the golden 
opportunity and make the two weeks at the retreat something to remember.

But before she had time to take a second breath, there was a soft rap on 
her door and Frank walked in, his eyes appraising her with obvious desire.

He laid a brown paper bag on the green cupboard by the door and turned to
her, his arms spread wide to greet her. He flashed a toothy smile. Her 
heart thumped wildly in her chest and she grinned.

“I fell asleep,” she said, running over to him and throwing her arms 
around his neck. “I wanted to make myself all nice and clean for you.”

He cuddled her close and she felt her stiff-nippled tits crush against 
his chest.

“That’s wonderful, my dear,” he said. “Perhaps we can shower together.”

Frank rained hot, wet kisses over her cheeks, nose and throat, and a gush
of cuntjuice seeped from her cunt.

Still embarrassed, she slowly withdrew an arm from his neck and snaked it
down between their clinging bodies, to the tip of his hardening prick.

His cock twitched when she touched it, and she felt a spot of warm 
pre-cum seep through his pants. With the tips of her tiny fingers, she 
rubbed the throbbing spike. It grew harder.

She brought herself to the tips of her toes and said in a soft whisper, 
“I notice your prick is calling for me.”

He grinned. “It’s been like that all afternoon, my dear. Every time I 
think of you, it goes off like that.”

She shuddered in his arms and a steamy dampness engulfed her pussy.

“God! You turn me on!” she moaned. “I can’t help myself! I guess I was 
never meant to be a minister’s wife!”

“I thank God that I found you, my dear, and pray for His forgiveness. But
I find myself quite helpless when I have you in my arms. You’re so 
beautiful!”

She shook her head and placed her hand over his lips. “Enough of that 
kind of talk. My mother always told me that a stiff prick has no 
conscience.”

She saw his eyes brighten.

“Let’s take a shower. I brought a bottle of wine. Shall I pour?”

She nodded. The glass of wine that he handed her made her head spin. 
Until then, she hadn’t realized that she had skipped eating all day.

But she wasn’t hungry. Not for food.

“Let me take your coat,” she said after they finished their drink. Then 
she giggled. “And your pants—and your underwear! I want to see your 
body—and your wonderful cock! It looks like it’s ready to explode!”

The wine was having its effect, and she liked the lush, mellow feeling.

He struggled out of his black jacket and threw it across the room as 
Peaches unbuckled his belt.

His prick had grown so stiff that she had trouble pulling down his pants.
She let out a moan as she slid off his shorts. The cocktip was red and 
swollen, and huge purple veins pulsed along the rock-hard length.

She let out a muffled squeal, trying to keep her excitement under 
control. “It’s wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! I can hardly wait to get it
in me!”

A broad grin parted the preacher’s face. “Now it seems to be your turn to
undress, my dear.”

Peaches giggled and turned on her toes. Her face beamed an impish grin.

She moved across the room, her white teeth sparkling, and raised her arms
over her head. Her plump, ripe tits bounced as she made a turn.

Her fingers went to the top button on her dress. She slowly released it 
from its buttonhole.

Frank took a seat on the sofa. His eyes were hypnotized by her figure, 
every curve in its proper place.

Peaches saw his prick bulge as she began her rendition of a striptease. 
She turned her back and unpopped two more pearly white buttons, then spun 
around. Half of her tits were tantalizingly exposed.

Frank moaned, and his prick stiffened.

She made a deep bow in front of him. His eyes feasted upon the valley 
between her white tits.

With a sudden rip, she tore the buttons that remained and lowered the top
of her dress from her shoulders. Teasingly, she reached around and 
unsnapped her pink lace bra, then slowly brought the straps down from her 
shoulders. The tops of her creamy tits were exposed, then her pink pebbled 
nipples.

She slid her bra from one slim shoulder, then the other. She threw the 
garment into Frank’s lap. He moaned, his eyes glued to the white flesh of 
her tits. Her white tits glistened in the soft light from the bedroom 
nightlight.

Frank was staring open-mouthed at the soft mounds of spongy flesh. Her 
nipples stuck out like a pair of huge acorns ready to be sucked. Her tits 
were round, firm and fully packed.

Peaches giggled softly, her cunt oozing, as she saw the impact her 
stripping act had upon the older man.

She wiggled her ass while she slowly lowered the red dress across her 
hips. Her tongue licked at her lips in a wanton gesture. Her ass gyrated as
if some unseen hand had a finger in her asshole and was goosing the shit 
out of her.

With a flip, she threw the dress on the floor and began to roll her 
ripped pink panties down. Little by little she showed more of her white 
ass.

She placed her hands behind her head and humped her hips back and forth 
as if a cock was fucking deep inside her aching cunt.

She turned her body and lowered her torso, her ass toward Frank. She 
inched her panties down until the crack of her ass came into view. She 
squeezed her asscheeks and her shithole clenched. With a swoop, her hands 
tore the pink panties from her body, and she turned and faced Frank.

She stood there with her tits and pussy and asshole swollen with want, 
her clit ready to pop. Her mouth watered with desire.

Frank rushed forward and wrapped an arm around her neck, drawing her 
close. She could feel his hardened cock pressing into her belly as his lips
searched for her mouth.

He cupped a goosebumped tit and started to suck the spongy white gland, 
and Peaches wrapped a hand behind his head and smothered his nose into her 
tender flesh.

She felt his tongue lap her sweaty tit, his teeth nipping her nipple.

“God, Frank!” she groaned, her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “That makes 
me tingle all over! Bart’s never thrilled me like that! Suck the other one 
too!”

“My pleasure,” Frank whispered. “But let’s stretch out on the bed.”

She noticed his stiff prick wiggling back and forth as he walked, his 
swollen cockhead bathed in pre-cum.

Peaches stretched out on the bed, and Frank squirmed up on her belly. He 
opened his mouth and engulfed one rubbery tit, straining his jaws to 
include the entire pink areola, as if to slurp the warm mother’s milk from 
her enormous tits.

She let him nurse her stiff nipple for a full ten minutes. By then, both 
nipples were covered with thick globs of spit.

“Oh, Frank!” she finally panted. “I can’t stand it any longer! You’ve got
to fuck me now, my darling!”

“Up your ass?” he asked. “I have never had the pleasure.”

“Oooooh, that hurts!”

“Just once,” he begged. “I’ll pull out if I hurt you.”

The teasing dance she had performed for him had turned her on. The love 
showing in his eyes made her feel a sweet tenderness for the man. She could
not find the words to refuse him.

So she agreed and rolled over on her belly.

She felt a finger find her gooey cunt. The digit rolled around, scraping 
cuntjuice from her fuckhole, and then a moment later it entered her 
shitter. It worked its way in and out, distributing the cream along the 
lining to her bowels.

Peaches cunt would not stop twitching. Her heart raced madly inside her 
chest. This must be love, she thought. Why else would I agree to something 
like this? Even his finger deep inside her tight asshole made her feel 
faint.

Once again, Frank’s body thrilled her as he crawled over her back, his 
finger spreading her shithole.

She could feel her clit itching. Her oval face radiated the deep lust she
felt in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes narrowed to two tiny slits, and 
her red lips parted slightly.

She sensed Frank’s meaty, rock-hard prick split her asscrack as it 
fumbled for her shithole.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She began to wonder how the 
huge cock was going to fit up her ass. She worried how much her asshole 
would stretch.

Peaches felt the tip of his prick search along the crack of her ass. When
it found the opening, she felt her shitter stretch as his huge cockhead 
forced the opening to give.

She heard him take a deep breath, then begin to push. Her asshole 
reluctantly yielded to his invasion. His cock burned like a hot poker until
the whole huge prickhead slipped past her tight asshole opening, but then 
it hit a snag.

Frank grunted as he tried to fuck in deeper. Suddenly something gave and 
his cock slid up her shithole.

Her nostrils flared, her head jerked back and she gave a choking scream 
as Frank’s cock fucked up to his balls inside her.

“Oh, my God! Oh my God!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Her tight pink asshole resisted his bone-hard prick, and she pounded the 
bed with her fists.

“God, God, God!” she screamed out in agony. Her pussy convulsed, and her 
ass felt like it was on fire.

Then something strange happened.

It was like a gift from heaven. A soothing current of some kind of sheer 
rapture flowed through her body, and her screams of pain turned to tingles 
of delight.

She spread her legs wide apart and began humping in rhythm to Frank’s 
quickening thrusts. Up and down her ass wiggled, as Frank’s prick slid like
a shit-greased pile-driver in and out of her shitty asshole.

Finally Frank’s prick erupted and his hot load of jism shot into her 
shitter.

Peaches gave a strangled gasp as hot pleasure shot through her loins. 
Frank’s big balls twitched as another hot blast of searing cum shot from 
his pisshole.

Peaches screeched with delight. Her clit throbbed and she climaxed as her
hot cunt convulsed violently and spewed a stream of pussy juice along the 
soiled bedspread.

As he lay panting on top of Peaches’ ass, Frank’s cock suddenly quivered.
He moaned loudly as a third blast of cum shot into her shitchute.

Her eyes rolled, and she turned her head from side to side as Frank’s 
balls erupted spasm after spasm of hot cock juice deep into her bowels. 
Every nerve ending in her body glowed and simmered, until finally the older
man lay pooped on her back. Neither could move for a long time.

After the old man finally managed to roll his weight from Peaches’ back, 
both sat on the edge of the bed.

“You old fart,” she said, wrapping her arms affectionately around his 
neck. “You sure had that load stored up in your balls for a hell of a long 
time!”

He grinned. “Now, my dear, how about that shower? The night is still 
young.”

“But no more assfucking,” Peaches said, a sly twinkle in her eyes. She 
slid her hands back and rubbed her ass. “That hurt!”

He leaned over and cradled her in his arms. Grinning, he said, “A few 
more drinks will make the burning go away, my dear.”

Then his hand found its way down to her pussy and he dug a digit into the
soft folds of her cunt. When Frank withdrew the finger, her cunt snapped 
shut with a moist, popping sound.

His forefinger glistened with warm pussy juice. With a sly smile, he 
said, “Your crotch is still soaking wet!”

“I was prepared for a good fuck,” she whispered, remembering the pleasant
feeling his finger had left when he had drilled it into her slushy cunt, 
“not an ass-reaming!”

“We’ll take care of that, but first, the shower! My Lord, my cock smells 
like the rear end of a horse!”

Peaches chuckled, holding her nose. She walked across the room and opened
the door to the tiny bathroom. “I’ve got to piss!”

“I’d like to watch,” Frank said as he entered the bathroom. “I’ve never 
seen a woman piss.”

“Where the hell were you brought up?” she chuckled. “In a monastery?”

“No, Cora has always been a prude about such things.”

Peaches squatted on the toilet.

“Just like Bart,” she said, letting go a sizzling stream of yellow piss.

Frank stooped down and spread her legs wide apart. His hand darted under 
the gush of Peaches’ whistling flood, splashing the liquid into his face. 
It spilled across the floor, over her legs and drenched Peaches’ ass with 
yellow drops of slime. His mouth was sprinkled with her piss.

“Your piss tastes like wine,” he said.

Peaches giggled. “You got my ass covered with piss!”

He buried .his face in her cunt. He brought his lips to her piss-drenched
pussy and licked the dewy drops.

The feel of his rough tongue on the tender folds of throbbing flesh sent 
shivers of delight racing up and down her spine. She cradled her tits with 
her arms, hugging herself tight. She closed her eyes, and a gush of 
cuntjuice seeped from her swollen pussy. With a gulping noise, the older 
man sucked the cuntcream into his mouth.

“That feels so good!” Peaches moaned as he swallowed the juice with a 
hungry passion.

When he finished licking her tingling pussy, Frank pulled her off the 
toilet and tugged her bare ass so that it sprawled in front of his face.

One by one, he licked each drop of piss, until each asscheek was covered 
with his shiny spit.

Her eyes were heavy with passion, and her heart pounded as his rough 
tongue swiped up and down her asscrack. His lips rained hundreds of quick 
kisses across her rosy shitter.

“You old fart,” she said tenderly when he stood up. “You’re so fuckin 
hard-up! Doesn’t Cora ever give you cunt?”

His eyes narrowed to two slits.

“Let’s not talk about my wife,” he said. “She’s nothing but trouble.”

They stood there for a moment, their eyes caressing each other’s body. 
Then Peaches dropped hers to his cock.

She grinned. His hardened prick, still stained brown from her asshole, 
was quivering.

“I’ll fix the shower,” she said as she reached over and turned the tap.

A hiss of warm water poured from the faucet.

Peaches stepped under the hot water first, adjusting the shower to a 
fine, prickling stream. Then Frank followed, a bar of soap from the sink 
clutched in his hand. He stepped behind the slim, naked woman and wrapped 
his arms around her chest, his hard stiff cock pushing between the cheeks 
of Peaches’ ass.

Frank began to lather her creamy tits, rubbing the soap in circular 
motions with one hand, while his other hand held her firmly around her 
waist. His prick stretched the crack of her ass and nestled snugly within 
its tight confines.

“Easy on the sore ass,” Peaches said softly.

She leaned her head back on his shoulders and moaned, the jets of water 
pricking her skin like a million tiny needles. She felt her pink nipples 
stiffen as his hand glided across her tender tits, and she felt his cock 
throb in the crack of her ass.

“Your tits are so lovely, my dear. So round and firm. So fully stacked.”

Slowly his hand moved downward across her flat belly, until finally 
reaching her starving cunt. He lathered the pink folds of her pussy flesh 
until she ached with desire.

“And your tight, little pussy seems just the right size.”

His fingers found her clit and massaged the pink pearl with tender care. 
His middle finger penetrated her pussy, and Peaches felt the lavender soap 
sting her tender cunt walls. She spread her legs wider.

He inched another finger into her fuckhole, then a third.

The foamy lather bit at the insides of her cunt like burning ants nipping
at a juicy red apple. The weird sensation made her crave his stiff prick 
inside her with more wanton desire than she could ever remember.

She turned in his arms and, grabbing his hefty cock in her hand, raised 
her head and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. Her soapy tits 
flattened themselves against his hairy chest as her tongue explored his 
cheeks, teeth and gums.

His prick throbbed in her hand, while the shower pattered like a hot 
summer night’s rain over her flushed face. Grabbing the soap from his hand,
she began washing his shit-soiled prick slowly, from the bulging cocktip to
the base of his hairy balls.

“Christ!” she moaned. “Your balls feel as full as when I sucked you off 
this morning! How long can you keep up this fucking pace, old fart?”

He grinned. “As long as you, I’ll bet.”

“Then let’s get started! My cunt walls are itching for you something 
awful!”

He grabbed her hand and they ran naked into the bedroom, their wet bodies
leaving a trail of water behind them on the floor.

They plunged into the center of the bed and entwined their legs tightly, 
squeezing hard, like two coiled snakes.

Then Peaches broke their hold and climbed up on Frank’s stomach. His 
prick was hard. It pointed at the ceiling. The cockhead was red and 
swollen.

She guided his throbbing prick to the lips of her itching cunt, and with 
her other hand, used her fingers to part her puffed pink pussylips. She 
smiled and rocked the solid mass of cock flesh gently back and forth across
her tickling clit.

It felt wonderful, soothing. She sighed deeply. Her eyes closed as his 
cock oozed pre-cum over her itchy skin.

Little by little, she lowered her hips onto his twitching prick. His 
cock, as it entered her, scratched at her cuntwalls.

She lowered her hips until she felt his balls touch the lower part of her
ass, now tender with a weird, prickly sensation.

Her cunt gushed juices as she worked her hips back up his rigid prick, 
then plunged downward. She squeezed her cunt muscles and clamped his cock 
in a vise-like grip, then relaxed the muscle as she pulled away from his 
stiff cock.

Up and down she went, faster and faster, her itchy cunt oozing puddles of
fuckjuice, which collected on his balls, until finally forming a wet stain 
on the faded bedspread under Frank’s ass.

Tiring rapidly, but without losing her rhythm, she spread her legs and 
lowered herself to Frank’s sandy-haired chest. In a flash, Frank clamped 
his arms around her back and spun over on top of her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and she arched her hips so that his 
prick could penetrate deep inside her, and so his balls could slap hard 
against her with each thrust of his cock.

Her cunt muscles adjusted to the rhythm of his thrusts—first tight around
his prick as he withdrew, then relaxed when he fucked deep into her puffy 
pussy.

They fucked on and on, each moment sheer, exquisite ecstasy.

Finally, Peaches could hold her climax no longer, and shrieked, “I’m 
coming, Frank! I’m coming! Oh shit—I’m coming!”

Almost at the same moment, she felt Frank let loose a hot stream of spunk
deep inside her cunt.

Before they were finished, Peaches felt another wave of delight flutter 
through her loins. She was gasping for air, and every muscle in her body 
was so tense that she quaked from head to toe. There was a dazzling flash 
in her brain as her pussy convulsed violently. Wave after wave of pleasure 
shot through her loins as his prick shot load after load of cum into her.

Finally, his cock shot its last stream of burning jism, and they lay 
spent in each other’s arms.

Peaches couldn’t wait until the retreat—to fuck under the trees by day 
and under the star laden sky by night.

She wondered if all the men in the congregation were as horny as Frank.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sunday services didn’t appeal to Peaches. For one thing, lucky for her, 
Bart wasn’t around to see that she attended. And after her wonderful 
evening with Frank, her asshole ached whenever she tried to sit on a hard 
chair.

So she decided to take the day off and catch up on her reading. She kept 
mostly to her bed—savoring the luxury of a leisurely day with a contented 
warmth she had not felt since her marriage.

But on Monday morning, she was the first to board the chartered bus that 
drove the happy congregation to Schnider’s Farm.

She had dressed herself in a long-sleeved white linen suit, buttoned high
at the neck. But even at this early hour, the morning heat made pools of 
sweat trickle down her legs and arms. Beads of moisture covered her brow.

To make things worse, the air conditioner didn’t work, and five miles out
of town the old bus had a flat.

So they didn’t reach the farm until way past noon.

When they finally arrived, she saw how the men had worked hard erecting 
tents under some shady oaks beside a babbling brook, about a mile down a 
dusty dirt road from the farmhouse.

When she checked the roster, Peaches found herself logged in to share a 
tent with the Browns—who turned out to be just what Peaches needed—a happy 
family of four adults from a nearby church in Scotsville.

The young minister’s wife was met by a trio of proud sixth-graders, who 
took her bag and showed her the way to her tent, which was set back from 
the thirty others dotting the area.

She was greeted by l ad Brown. He seemed dumbstruck by Peaches’ beauty 
and charm. He stammered as he made the introductions to his family in the 
hot tent.

“This is my wife, Mo—Mona,” he said, nodding at a pretty, but plump, 
blonde at his side. The woman shook Peaches’ hand warmly.

Mona smiled, her perfect white teeth gleaming.

“Nice to meet you, honey,” Mona said, dropping her pretty blue eyes to 
the two teenagers on the air mattresses at the rear floor area of the tent.

Mona introduced Sparkles, her slim, well-developed daughter.

The girl smiled. “Hi!”

“And that’s Rex,” Mona said, pointing to the boy lying next to Sparkles.

Rex resembled his father. Tall and wiry, his curly hair reached to his 
shoulders. His dark eyes were studying Peaches’ tits with more than a 
passing interest. She found herself wondering if the look meant that he was
about ready to discover the mysteries of a woman’s cunt.

The sudden thought made her cuntlips twitch and her tongue impulsively 
reached and lick her ruby-red lips.

“All of you seem so cool in your bathing suits,” Peaches said, hoping to 
conceal the sudden desire racing through her veins. “I didn’t know how to 
dress for the retreat.”

Mona chuckled. “Lord, honey. You can wear what the dear Lord gave you, 
for all people around here care. Did you bring something cool to wear?”

“A bikini, but—but I don’t know. It might be too much.”

“Nothing’s too much around here, honey, as long as you aren’t naked.”

She turned and nodded at the two men.

“Aren’t you two supposed to help cut wood for the bonfire?” she asked. 
“Both of you, get out of here so we can get this poor dear comfortable!”

When they left, she told Peaches to undress. She rifled through the young
wife’s duffle-bag and found the slinky red bikini Peaches had mentioned. 
She grinned as she held the brief garment in front of her.

“Lord!” she chuckled. “Ain’t this pretty!” She turned to Sparkles. “I’ve 
got to go help peel some potatoes for supper. You help Mrs. March get 
changed. Then show her around camp.”

Before Peaches could say a word, she saw Mona flip the red bikini to 
Sparkles and slip out of the hot tent. She heard Mona zip the tent-flaps 
closed from the outside.

Sparkles jumped up from the floor and slipped behind Peaches, who felt a 
sudden thrill race down her spine as the girl’s hands stripped off her 
heavy linen suit one piece at a time, until she was standing nearly naked, 
in only a flimsy bra and a pair of sheer lace panties.

“Golly!” Sparkles murmured as she unsnapped Peaches’ bra-straps. “You 
sure do have some nice tits!”

Peaches chuckled. “Yours are nothing to sneeze at either, honey.”

“Did you notice?” the young girl asked as she drew the tit-sling from 
Peaches’ shoulder. “I saw your eyes on Rex’s cock almost the whole time he 
was in here!”

“I did notice he’s kind of well-hung for a boy his age,” Peaches said.

Peaches felt Sparkles’ hand slip inside her panties. She whimpered. The 
touch was electric. The girl’s fingers traced the line between her 
asscheeks, working slowly downward. Her middle finger found Peaches’ 
shithole. It paused for a moment. Then wiggled in tiny circular motions.

Peaches spine tingled.

“He liked your tits too,” the blonde mumbled. “I saw that he couldn’t 
keep his eyes off them.” She paused, her finger working into Peaches’ 
velvety asshole. “He likes to suck mine sometimes when he gets me alone.”

“I was wondering about that,” Peaches said, feeling the teenager slip her
other hand under her armpit and feel her soft left tit. “I mean has he 
ever—”

“Not with me,” Sparkles said. “I don’t like boys that way!”

Peaches felt frozen in place. She felt helpless to stop the blonde’s 
advances, and wasn’t even sure that she wanted to. Her ass began to squirm 
in a slow humping motion.

“Has he fucked anyone yet?” she asked.

The girl giggled softly. “Not Rex. He’s too shy to ask for anything like 
that.”

With a quick thrusting motion, Sparkles sank her finger deep inside 
Peaches’ hot shitter. The girl’s left hand cupped a tit and squeezed the 
firm flesh until Peaches’ cunt squirted drips of hot gooey fuckjuice down 
the inside of her thigh.

Peaches couldn’t explain the wanton feelings tearing through her 
pussywalls, and most of all, she didn’t want to think about them now.

Finally, the girl asked, “What about you, Mrs. March? Do you like men or 
women?”

Peaches gasped. “Right now, I’m not too sure. I—I mean men—men, of 
course!”

“Want me to stop?”

“Please! I mean, please, no!”

Sparkles giggled. “Have you ever tasted cunt?”

Peaches shook her head.

“Have you ever sucked tit?”

A very soft groan escaped from the parched lips of the young minister’s 
wife.

“I want to lie down with you!” Sparkles whispered.

Peaches nodded and blindly let the girl lead her to the back of the tent,
where the rows of mattresses lined the floor. Before she realized it, 
Sparkles had pushed her down.

Sparkles removed Peaches’ shoes and drew her lace panties down her long 
legs. Next the girl drew the top of her sun-suit up over her shoulders and 
uncovered her tits.

Peaches shivered.

“Mmmmm, they are almost as big as mine!” she gasped as Sparkles tossed 
the top across the tent. The girl’s eyes sparkled as Peaches lifted her 
hand and caressed one taut pink nipple.

The blonde removed her shorts and panties.

“Suck my tits!” she moaned, leaning over Peaches’ mouth, her face flushed
with a naked passion.

The minister’s wife shuddered. She couldn’t speak, but her breath shot 
out of her mouth like steam. She swiped her tongue across Sparkles’ 
hardened red nipple.

The girl’s fingers found Peaches’ pearly clit, and Peaches moaned, 
spreading her legs wide apart, feeling her cunt quake with pleasure.

“Not many men know how to touch a woman just like this, do they, my 
love?” Sparkles asked when Peaches began to tremble.

“They get rough with their own desires. They don’t give a shit about 
pleasing a woman.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits.

“I know all the secret spots to pleasure a woman,” she whispered. She 
began to move her tits from side to side across Peaches’ mouth. “I’ll make 
your cunt feel so horny you’ll never want another man again, Mrs. March!”

Peaches spat out the young girl’s tit and took a deep breath of fresh 
air.

“I don’t about that,” she said. “There’s nothing like a man’s hot load of
creamy cum squirting like thunder up a hot cunt.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t know about that,” the girl said. “But neither do 
you know the charms of a woman’s lips on a wet pussy. You’ve never smelled 
the sweet odor of a woman’s cunt when her whole insides are flaming with an
uncontrollable want. You’ve never tasted a woman’s cunt juice when it’s 
gushing out of a bloated pussy in the heat of passion!”

Peaches was shaken by the weird sensation burning in her cunt. The 
gentle, caressing finger rubbing between the folds of her gooey pussy flesh
was tingling nerves she never knew she had.

The girl grinned, stretching her slim body on top of Peaches. She began 
to hump her swollen, moist crotch against the minister’s wife, whose legs 
were spread over the yellow wool blanket.

“I knew I was right about you, Mrs. March!” she chuckled, licking 
Peaches’ lips with the tip of her tongue. “Your cunt is wet and hot!”

“If you were a man, I’d want you to put your hard prick in me right now!”
Peaches moaned. “I’m—I’m going to orgasm!”

Sparkles’ tongue shot into the woman’s mouth. Peaches gasped in shock, 
but closed her lips tight and astounded herself by sucking in the spitty 
shaft. She felt the spear dart across her teeth, gums and the roof of her 
mouth. She whiffed the sweet odor as they traded spit. Silvery saliva 
dripped down the corners of her mouth.

Sparkles’ hips began to hump harder. She pounded her tits against 
Peaches. The young wife was thrilled as she felt their hardened nipples 
meet. She rammed her ass up into the girl’s hard, triangular mound in time 
to Sparkles’ humping strokes.

Her mouth was full of spit, full of wiggling tongue. Her stiff nipples, 
like two windshield wipers, were playing a duet across Sparkles’ creamy 
tits.

Peaches tried to hold it back, but suddenly her cunt flexed with a spasm 
of familiar sensations, and she was swept out of her mind with a wave of 
violent orgasm.

Sparkles slowed her rapid gyrations and gently tapered off the 
tit-banging. She removed her tongue from the woman’s mouth and smiled. She 
kissed the minister’s wife.

“And that ain’t nothing yet, Mrs. March!” she whispered. “The best is yet
to come!”

“Oh, yes!” Peaches groaned, sliding her hands downward and rubbing them 
slowly up and down the soft, silky flesh on Sparkles’ slim asscheeks. “I 
want you to show me how you make love to a woman!”

“My pleasure,” the girl said. “And after I’m done with you—if you insist 
on a fucking prick—I’ll fix you up with my horny twin brother! I’d love to 
watch him get his first piece of ass!”

Peaches’ mouth watered. “I’ve noticed the way he’s hung. It looked like 
he’s got a big prick between his legs.”

“He should have,” Sparkles said. “I’ve been jackin’ the thing off since 
we were young!”

“It was nice of you to get him ready for me, honey! I was hoping to get a
piece of his balls!”

“You’ve got it,” the girl said. “But first… ” She spun around and 
positioned herself over Peaches’ crotch. She moved her ass until she had 
positioned herself in the classic sixty-nine posture, then buried her head 
between the woman’s legs, her mouth pressed against Peaches’ steamy cunt.

She swiped her tongue across Peaches’ fuckhole, licking gooey gobs of 
cuntjuice from around the edges of her pussy. Then she spread the pulpy 
petals with her tongue and plunged deep inside the woman’s hot, dripping 
pussy.

“Tongue my clit! Taste how good cunt can be! Do it now! My ass is hotter 
than a stove!”

Peaches raised the girl’s left leg. The spicy scent of hot cuntjuice 
drifted up from Sparkles’ slobbery carpet of fuzzy pussyhair.

It smelled great.

She breathed in the tangy odor. Her heart raced. She decided making love 
to a woman wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she found herself loving every 
moment.

Her cheeks were flushed as she gazed at the girl’s pussy. She hadn’t seen
any cunt but her own. It made her squirm with wanton excitement.

“Suck, Mrs. March!” Sparkles gasped from between the legs of the young 
minister’s wife. “Suck my cunt before I go crazy!”

Peaches ran her tongue around the outer edges of the girl’s pink 
cuntlips. She savored the taste.

She brought her hands up and parted the rich folds of pink pussyflesh.

“Suck me, you teasing man-fucker!” Sparkles begged.

Peaches dug her red tongue deeper inside the creamy cunt to lick at the 
goo oozing down Sparkles’ cuntwalls. Her nose brushed against the girl’s 
hairy cunt and was instantly engulfed in a bowl of juicy cunt soup. She dug
her nose deeper into the tangy trench and worked it up and down the girl’s 
pussyslit.

“Oh, God!” Sparkles murmured. “That’s nice! My pussy’s so itchy!”

Peaches’ excitement soared as she lapped the girl’s swollen clit. She 
teased the stiff, pearly button and felt a tinge of exhilaration when the 
girl panted her deep appreciation.

Then her finger found Sparkles’ asshole. Softly, she parted the tight 
exterior of her shitchute and wormed her digit all the way up her squirming
asshole. She felt Sparkles squeeze her ass muscles as if she were trying to
shit out a huge turd. Encouraged, she wiggled her finger in a wide arc, 
then assfucked the young girl with thrusting motions.

Then the blond’s tongue slid down Peaches’ sloppy crotch, and the wife 
felt the licker snake its way up her sweaty asscrack until it found her 
shithole.

Sparkles’ sharp tongue tip ran around the brown hole until Peaches’ cunt 
started spitting drips of goo, then she plunged her tongue deep into the 
woman’s slushy cunt.

Peaches’ second orgasm started in the pit of her stomach, and the 
heavenly feeling moved downward. She felt the hot gush of cuntjuice drip 
through her fuckhole, ooze out of her and pour onto the yellow blanket 
under her ass.

Sparkles, contented and spent, rolled off the happy minister’s wife. With
a lewd grin, she raised herself to her elbow. “Well, Mrs. March, I’ve got 
to admit, you sure do catch on fast!” The two rolled together and kissed.

“And I assume,” Sparkles said, “you still want some cock?”

Peaches smiled. “Let’s see what we can teach your brother!”

CHAPTER FIVE

Peaches was still confused about her ready willingness to engage in 
lesbian sex with a young girl, but as she lay next to Sparkles on the shore
of Schnider’s Lake, she felt good.

The teenager had changed to a tight one-piece % bathing suit which clung 
to her like a second skin. It was nearly suppertime, and the crowd was 
beginning to thin out, packing up for the long walk back to the cook-tent.

“Christ, Peaches. You sure do look stunning in that red bikini,” Sparkles
said. “I’m getting hot just looking at you!”

“I was just thinking about how a hard cock would put the frosting on the 
cake,” she said, turning her head to study Sparkles’ eyes. “I’m afraid that
I haven’t been completely converted to sucking pussy. But I loved every 
minute that I spent in your arms.” Sparkles grinned. “Many women swing both
ways without any problems. I’m glad you liked what we did back in the tent,
though!”

“I can’t understand how you can be so damned satisfied without a load of 
cum in your belly. My cunt’s all itchy and burning for a good piece of 
ass—with a man, any man!”

“Really? Any man?” Sparkles chuckled. “Did you notice that old dude 
staring at us when we can onto the beach? How would you like it if we lure 
him into the woods and give him a good time?”

Peaches wrinkled her nose. “Shit! You’re making fun of me! That’s old man
Mahoney from my parish! His wife died about six months ago. He’s way older 
than my father!”

“I’m not making fun of you,” the girl said. “Can you imagine the joy we 
could give him. I’ll bet he’d remember it till his dying day.”

“I’m not sure that I’m ready for anything as lewd as that,” Peaches said.

Yet, on a sudden impulse, she turned her head, looking at the old man 
sitting on a rock at the water’s edge. He was rather cute, she thought, her
heart taking a sudden jump.

When she looked back, Sparkles’ lips curled into a smile. An overwhelming
urge struck her. She could prove to herself that she wasn’t a true lesbian 
by taking the old man on.

“Let’s get him into the water,” Sparkles whispered, a foxy gleam in her 
eyes. “I can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he’s not seeing a 
minister’s wife!”

“But, Sparkles, how indecent!”

“Indecent, shit! His face is loaded with lust for you! If you get his 
nuts off, you’d be doing him an act of kindness!” She giggled. “It would be
super! I’ve never seen two people fuck!” As they walked over to the 
widower, Peaches saw, sure enough, that his eyes were indeed riveted on her
tits. Her cunt spasmed under the narrow band of red nylon that hardly 
concealed her cuntlips.

For the first time, her eyes danced across his tanned body. He really 
wasn’t as old as she had first thought, only a few years older than the 
Reverend Clock. But it was the spark in his eyes that sent a message that 
Peaches could not miss.

He smiled.

“There’s some beer in the cooler over yonder,” he said, nodding his head 
toward a white chest on a table under a clump of elms not far from where he
sat.

“I could sure use one,” Sparkles said, turning toward Peaches. “How about
it, Mrs. March?”

“Bring a can for us all,” the old man said. “They should be cold by now.”

Little beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Up close, he really looked 
young. And handsome!

Peaches saw the bulge in his green trunks. Her pussy suddenly quivered 
and burned. Her mouth watered.

He stood up as Sparkles neared, and they silently sized each other up. An
eerie, warm charge of electricity shot between them. His eyes sparkled, and
his pink lips quivered. Peaches felt a sweet gush of pussyjuice spurt from 
her hot cuntslit.

He took a step closer as Sparkles handed them each a can of cold beer.

“Perhaps this will cool the both of you off a bit,” the young girl said.

The old man laughed, but Peaches’ face reddened.

“Why don’t you find something to do?” she said. ‘Mr. Mahoney and I want 
to talk.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” the girl giggled. “But I told you, I want to watch!”

“Sparkles!” Peaches gasped. The woman muffled a squeal, trying to keep 
her embarrassment under control.

The old man tittered.

“Watch what, honey?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Peaches’ blushing 
face.

“Don’t try to shit me,” Sparkles said. “It’s written all across your 
faces!”

He walked over to the minister’s wife, wrapped an arm around her slim 
waist and drew her warm body against his chest. Her hardened tits crushed 
into his torso, and she felt his swollen prick ram into her flat belly.

“What’s this girl trying to do?” he asked Peaches.

“I think she’s trying to embarrass the hell out of me,” she mumbled, 
offering no resistance to his hands, which were now tracing wide circles 
over the bare part of her ass.

Their lips met. She parted her lips eagerly, and his tongue plunged deep 
between her gleaming teeth, while his sweaty hands tugged at the cloth 
covering her asscrack.

Fortunately the beach was deserted.

Finally, his fingers found her asshole and expertly explored the crevice.
His prick quivered against his stomach.

“Oh wow!” Sparkles cried with delight. “This is better than an X-rated 
movie!”

“Go away,” Peaches said. “Leave us alone.”

“Not on your life,” the girl said. “I want to see you get fucked!”

The old man cackled.

He lifted Peaches up in his arms and carried her to the picnic table. 
Gently, he laid her on a fluffy white towel, next to his beer cooler.

Encouraged by the girl’s words, he whispered into Peaches’ ear, “Well, 
let’s see if we can give the young missy what she wants.”

He stepped out of his trunks.

Both girls gasped when they saw the size of his bloated prick. His 
cockhair had been shaved as clean as a bald head.

He reached across the table and yanked her bikini down her legs.

He laughed and went directly to her cunt, cupping the moist pink folds of
her hot, juicy pussy. His fingers probed between her gooey cuntlips, and 
Peaches squirmed in ecstasy.

When he withdrew his finger from her slippery cunt, it made a popping 
sound. He held the digit to his nose, and smelled the woman’s warm 
pussyjuice.

“Christ!” he groaned. “Nothing on earth smells as sweet as a female’s hot
cuntjuice!”

She knew that between her thighs, her moist pussy was a puckered mass of 
pink flesh, punctuated by a swollen clit, and she felt the throbbing pearl 
twitch violently when he lowered his mouth and sucked the sticky triangle 
of heated flesh.

His tongue fucked deep into her pulpy pussy, and her hot cuntslit 
convulsed with uncontrollable rapture.

“Oh, you two—you almost make me feel like trying that myself!” Sparkles 
squealed as Peaches arched her hips to accommodate his mouth.

He grunted, gripped her knees and forced her legs farther apart.

Peaches could feel his hot breath tickle the tender flesh between her 
widely extended, stretched-out legs, and her hot fuckhole grabbed at his 
tongue as bolts of sheer ecstasy flooded through her groin.

“Shit! You’re making me come!” She heaved her hips savagely as her hot 
pussyjuice spilled across Mahoney’s mouth, trickling down his chin.

“I’ve never heard of a woman who could climax like that, Mrs. March,” the
old man said as he lay down on the hard table.

She giggled. “Well, you old fart, you get down here and let’s see what 
your prick can do!”

“Gladly, my dear,” he said as they traded lewd looks. “But, first let’s 
get you back in the mood.”

He reached up and pulled her back down, claiming her lips, and as they 
kissed, the young minister’s wife smelled the sweet smell of her cuntjuice 
on the older man’s chin, lips and cheeks.

Mahoney’s hands moved across her rich, full tits and undid the knot 
around her bikini top. Her top fell, her stiff nippled tits swinging free 
in the soft summer breeze. He squeezed them gently, her pink nipples 
puffing up in response, her long red fingernails running across his tanned 
shoulders.

She moaned and pulled herself up on the table. A special excitement raced
through her veins. It was a strange, intoxicating excitement.

The chance they took—being caught by members of the church, added to the 
thrill. Her blood boiled and she had to keep fighting to catch her breath.

She brought her knee against his balls and felt his huge, sweaty marbles 
slither across her bare skin.

Peaches felt Sparkles’ hands creep across her ass. A finger found her 
asshole. She felt it softly part the tight exterior of her shitchute as the
girl wormed the long, slender digit all the way up her squirming asshole.

Peaches took a deep breath and squeezed her ass muscles as if she were 
trying to shit. Sparkles giggled and forced her finger to its full length 
deep inside the wife’s shitter. The girl wiggled her knuckle back and 
forth, her fingernail scratching Peaches’ tender ass walls.

“Christ, this is fun!” the girl squealed.

Mahoney’s prick quivered against Peaches’ leg. Their kiss became wet and 
sloppy. The kiss lasted until their breathless passion forced them to part.

She slid her head to his chest. His thick rug of black body hair 
surrounded his pink nipples.

Then Peaches wiggled her ass down toward the foot of the table and 
entwined her fingers in his mat of cockhair. Again, the size of the man’s 
prick hit home. It was at least ten inches long!

The cock bulged with purple veins, and the skin of his prick was tanned 
deep brown, as if it had seen years of hot summer sun at a nudist camp. The
head of his fucking cock was the most interesting part to Peaches. It was 
actually shaped like a mushroom. She imagined the effect it would have on 
her craving cunt as it plowed its way deep inside her belly.

Her mouth began to water, and she lowered her head to the hard prick. She
ran the tip of her tongue across the pricktip and savored the taste of the 
salty dew dripping from the piss-slit.

Her fingers moved down to his plum-sized, swollen balls, and she squeezed
each one until she had them rolling back and forth in his taut sac.

Slowly, like a tiny kitten lapping milk, she darted her tongue down the 
man’s ten-inch cock, until it met his balls. Inching her way across his 
inner thighs, she lapped her way along the hairy flesh. She worked her way 
up to the root of his prick and bit it gently.

From the way he groaned, she knew her teeth felt as if a thousand needles
were gnawing at his prick, and a flow of white jizz dripped down its 
length.

“You old fart,” she said. “With your trained prick, we could put on a 
show at the county fair that would sure wow the crowd!”

Sparkles laughed but the man only grunted.

“Suck!” he cried.

She pushed her head down. Her mouth began to water again, and her cunt 
oozed a slimy syrup that made a white mess on the old man’s chest.

With her fingertips, she worked her hand up between the table and his 
smooth white ass, until she reached the sensitive spot between his asshole 
and the base of his balls. She dug her long red nails hard into the tender 
flesh, and the man hunched his hips and groaned.

She sucked his balls, then moved her hand back to his shitchute. Finding 
the tight hole again, she plunged her long, slim middle finger deep into 
his shitter.

He made excited snorting noises as she worked her finger in and out of 
his ass and felt his mushy shit squish around her long finger.

She pulled her fleshy lips away from his balls as she worked a second 
finger into his asshole. Her pussy twitched, her heart pounded and she 
climaxed again.

She moved her face to the tip of his cock and opened her mouth. 
Carefully, she stretched her lips around the head of his prick and forced 
the stiff mass into her mouth. She made sloppy, slurping noises with her 
mouth as she sucked his bone-hard prick with all her might.

Mahoney’s body went rigid. His stiff cock oozed salty, pissy pre-cum.

The taste tantalized Peaches. She loved cock juice. But right away, she 
knew she had goofed. She wanted to feel the old man’s cock in her belly. 
She needed his load of hot cum in her aching pussy. But she finished what 
she had started. After all, there was still Rex.

Her lips locked around the man’s flint-hard prick and she worked her head
up and down. She felt his cock quiver, and a throbbing spasm wracked his 
body. He let out a grunt of pleasure as his balls released a blast of jism 
that shot down Peaches’ throat like a stream of molten lava.

Her mouth filled with his hot spunk. She tried to swallow every drop, but
his load was too much for her small mouth to contain. She felt shot after 
shot of hot cum squirt down her throat.

And then it was all over. The older man’s muscles relaxed. She heard him 
sigh and looked up at his face.

Slowly, his lips relaxed into a contented grin.

Peaches held his cock in her mouth as it started to soften. She withdrew 
her finger from his ass and whiffed the shitty odor, then wiped it across 
her tits.

With her fingers, she squeezed the last drops of creamy cum from his cock
and licked it clean. She licked her lips and ran the back of her hand 
across her chin to wipe the cum from her skin.

“For an old fart,” she said seriously, “you can run rings around most of 
the studs that I fucked in college.”

“That’s nice of you to say, my dear,” he said. “You’re quite a satisfying
hunk of woman. This is the first time I’ve been with a woman since my wife 
died. I’ve had to satisfy myself.”

“Practice makes perfect, Mr. Mahoney,” she said.

“Except when it comes to jerking-off, my dear. I can never make that feel
quite as satisfactory as a woman’s tender touch.”

“Praise the Lord!” Peaches cried. “We women don’t ever want to be 
replaced by a fist!”

CHAPTER SIX

“Now doesn’t that make you feel good?” Sparkles asked when the old man 
had gone back to camp. “Just think, you made his day.”

“But shit!” Peaches gasped. “I didn’t want to suck him off! I wanted him 
to fuck me! My cunt is still hot and itchy! I need Rex!”

She walked to the water’s edge. Stooping down, she splashed a handful of 
water across her tits, where she had wiped her finger after taking it out 
of the old man’s asshole.

“Let’s try to get this shit off my tits! It must stink like hell!”

But Sparkles was more concerned about Peaches standing on the beach 
naked. “I’ll go back and get your bikini before someone sees you. Do you 
realize you’re naked?”

“Who cares,” Peaches said. “Maybe it’ll be a man with a stiff cock. Maybe
he’ll rape me!”

Sparkles shook her head. “I’m getting worried about you, Mrs. March. 
About that persistent cunt-itch, I mean. You had sex twice this afternoon 
and still it won’t go away. Maybe you need your husband.”

“Fuck Bart!” Peaches exclaimed. “I said I need a man, not a saint!”

Sparkles wrinkled her forehead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m tired of being a minister’s wife. It means that I’m 
tired of getting fucked by a man who doesn’t know how to please a woman!”

Sparkles eyes narrowed.

“Let’s get something to eat,” she said, trying to change the subject. 
“Then we’ll go find Rex. I think I know where we can find him.”

But Peaches wasn’t thinking about Rex. She was thinking about Frank. She 
wondered if he had arrived at camp. And when they’d be able to get together
again.

After they had supper in the big cook-tent, the two took a worn path that
Sparkles said led to a hidden pond. They found Rex at the old fishing hole,
sitting on the bank, a rod in his hands.

The girl held her fingers to her lips as they watched the boy. He wore 
the same swimsuit that he had worn back in the tent.

“See,” Sparkles said softly. “I knew he’d be here. Last year he’d lure me
out here when he wanted to get sucked off.”

“You two are the most!” Peaches laughed. “I’ve often heard how twins take
care of each other, but nothing like sucking cock!”

“Forget about that now, Mrs. March,” the girl said. “I know just how to 
get his cock ready to go. You follow my lead and you’ll have your pussy 
full of cum before you know it!”

The girl snuck up on her twin and whispered in his ear. “If you wash the 
fishy stink off your hands, Rex I’ll let you play with my tits.” Still 
concealed in the brush, Peaches heard the girl’s words and giggled to 
herself. She saw Rex’s eyes dart to Sparkles’ full tits. “Where’s Mrs. 
March?” he asked. “I thought you’d be with her.”

“Never mind about her. Do you want to feel me up, or not?”

“I’m getting too old for—for tit-sucking! I wish you’d let me fuck you!”

“You know I’m not like that,” Sparkles said. “But I know where you can 
get a piece of ass—if that’s what you need.”

“Where?” The boy’s eyes lit up with interest. “I know a hot pussy that’s 
dying to meet you!”

“Christ! You’re teasing me again!”

“No shit! She told me so herself.”

“Who?”

“Would you like to meet her? Or would you chicken out?”

“If you’re serious, I’ll fuck her!”

Sparkles turned her head and called to Peaches. “Mrs. March, here he is, 
all ready for the slaughter!”

Peaches laughed.

“That’s a hell of a way to put it, Sparkles,” she said, stepping out of 
her hiding place.

For a few moments, Rex appeared ready to run.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I told you,” Sparkles said, her eyes full of mischief, “I brought you a 
hot piece of ass. She wants to get fucked!”

“Watch your mouth in front of the minister’s wife,” he said.

Sparkles leaned down and drew his head to her tits. She smothered his 
face in her soft tits. “Just because she’s married to a preacher, doesn’t 
mean that she’s an old spinster. Mrs. March has the same feelings as we do.
I told her how I suck you off.”

Rex pushed his face away from Sparkles’ tits. “What’s that supposed to 
mean?”

“Shithead!” Sparkles cried. “She wants to see the cock which snapped to 
instant attention when she walked into our tent this afternoon!” She 
reached down and tickled his ribs. When he leaned back, he skidded down the
embankment, landing in a puddle of mud at the water’s edge. Sparkles 
tumbled in with him, and her legs and arms were now covered with brown, 
gooey mud.

Rex got up, regaining his feet. But Sparkles was all over him. He slipped
on the slippery mud and landed on his ass. The girl leaped onto his chest.

As they wrestled, she managed to arch her legs, throwing one across his 
chest. In one quick leap, she turned herself around and sat on his face, 
her asscrack spreading to engulf his nose.

Peaches watched with growing desire as the brother and sister wrestled in
the mud. She felt an urge to join them, but hesitated, not wanting to spoil
their fun.

The slippery footing gave Sparkles an edge over her much-stronger 
brother.

“Help me, Mrs. March!” she yelled, laughing. “Pull the fucker’s pants 
down! I want you to see the results of my cocksucking!”

Peaches swooped down the muddy bank, and with a hoot of joy, held the 
boy’s sprawling legs while his sister slid his swimsuit down his hips. With
another tug, his thick, hard cock popped out, drooling pre-cum.

“Oh my!” Peaches murmured when the length of hardened prick met her eyes.
“What a cock!”

She tugged on the balls that were attached to the lower end of the 
enormous prick. She felt an urge to suck them into her mouth, tasting the 
meaty morsels.

Rex got an arm around his sister’s neck, drawing her off balance. He 
twisted her body, and with a jerk, her ass landed in the slime next to him.

Almost without thinking, Peaches lurched, splaying her slim body along 
his and pinning him to the ground. She felt his slick, bare prick slip 
between the slit in her legs, and she clamped her thighs tight around the 
wet hunk of prick.

“If you don’t behave, you’re going to get your ass spanked,” the woman 
said.

For the first time, his lips parted in a wide grin. “And who’s going to 
hold me down while you do that?”

Sparkles seemed to like the idea. With two against one, the odds were in 
their favor.

“That’ll be fun,” she cried. “I’ll do the holding while Mrs. March 
reddens your ass!”

The boy suddenly got a hold around Peaches’ neck. The muddy ooze made 
their bodies slippery, and she slid off the boy and into the mud beside 
him.

By the time Sparkles got a hammer-lock around her brother’s head, all 
three were covered from head to foot with slippery brown mud.

From the effort of their wrestling in the murky mud, Peaches sensed her 
bikini pants slowly edging their way down to her ass. She kicked them off 
quickly, then helped Sparkles pin Rex down again.

Because of the mud it was hard to see, but when the teenager moved his 
leg across the woman’s bare ass, she felt that he had lost his loin-cloth 
in the mud.

He was naked.

The warm glow of her pent-up desires started to seep through her body. 
Her pussy quivered.

This time, Sparkles held the boy down while Peaches mounted him. With her
legs, she pinned him to the slick mud and moved up his body. Slowly, she 
began to hump her hips, her face glowing with naked passion.

She felt their crotches meet, and captured his hard prick between her 
legs. Bearing down against his bony groin, she plowed her cunt mound 
against him and felt Rex quit struggling.

Sparkles sensed the change of mood and let her brother’s arms free. She 
leaned over and untied Peaches’ bra, easing the muddy nylon over the 
woman’s head. Her hair was caked with gobs of slimy mud.

Peaches’ stiff-nippled tits slid across Rex’s chest. The mud squished as 
she increased her pace, humping faster and faster.

Sparkles smacked Peaches’ ass, the slap startling the woman. “Why don’t 
you two take a dip in the pond and cool off before Rex spills his cum all 
over your belly? Won’t you ever learn, Mrs. March, that whether you’re 
ready or not, a guy’s cock can only take so much before it squirts off?”

Peaches grinned sheepishly, but she understood what the girl meant. She 
didn’t want another man shooting his wad prematurely.

“God! My pussy’s so damned hot!” Peaches panted. “I want to cry! I was 
almost ready to slip his prick into my cunt, mud and all!”

She eased off Rex, then glanced hungrily at his swollen prick.

“Come on, honey,” she said tenderly. “Sparkles is right. We have the rest
of the night, and I really would like to have your cum in my cunt.”

With a cry of joy, Sparkles undressed, throwing her suit on the muddy 
bank. Then the three danced naked into the pond.

Peaches was surprised how deep the pool became as they waded out to the 
middle of the cool, clear water. Rex dove in and she followed, washing the 
sticky mud from her body. Her passion returned when she reached down and 
ran her fingers over her cunt, picking gobs of mud from between her puffy 
cuntlips.

Rex came up behind Peaches, and she felt his hard cock dart between her 
asscheeks as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against 
his crotch.

She grabbed his hands and slid them up to her tits, and he parted her 
hair and rained wet kisses along her neck, then down her bare shoulders.

His fingers cupped her rubbery tits, and he began kneading the spongy 
flesh.

She reached back and pulled his cock between her legs. The stiff pound of
hot prick snaked its way along her burning cuntslit and parted her rosy 
cuntlips. When she looked down through the clear water, she saw his cock 
sticking out from between her legs as if it were a part of her. She stroked
the pricktip and the boy moaned.

Sparkles swam over.

“Oh, Peaches!” she cried. “Watching you two hard-up bastards is making my
cunt feel all hot and itchy!”

She kissed the young minister’s wife hard on the lips, forcing her tongue
between Peaches’ teeth.

Rex slid his arms around his sister’s waist and crushed her in a tight 
hug. Then he found Peaches’ ear and began nibbling on it. The sensation 
sent sparks of electricity up Peaches’ spine. Her cuntlips parted and a 
river of creamy fuckjuice seeped from her pussy.

Apparently feeling the woman’s torso shaking in waves of ecstasy, 
Sparkles shoved her cunt hard against Peaches’ stomach and rolled her soft 
triangle of puffed cuntflesh in tight circles around the wife’s abdomen.

A moment later, Sparkles let out a contented moan and her body jerked as 
the two females climaxed.

Peaches drew her lips from Sparkles’ mouth. She grinned. “That’s the 
second time you made me come today!”

“And it won’t be the last, I hope!” the girl squealed.

The woman turned her head to Rex, who seemed shocked by the sudden 
display of wanton passion between the two women.

Peaches shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, we’re lovers. But your sister had 
no prick, and that’s what I need now.”

Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

“Let’s find a place to fuck,” she said, amused by the sudden look of joy 
on his face. “I need that hot load you’re carrying around in that fat pouch
between your legs.”

His eyes lit up. “Really? You can have every drop I’ve got!”

She reached her hand back and grabbed his balls. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

They found a grassy knoll a short distance away, and the trio stretched 
out on a flat, moss covered rock.

“You know,” Peaches said, her mind suddenly drifting back to Joey White, 
“this place reminds me of a big farm back home.”

She felt the twins snuggle up to her side, each seeking one of her tits. 
They moved on top of her huge tits and began sucking her nipples.

“I used to fuck a guy almost every day. Once, when the skies threatened 
rain, Joey brought along this big plastic bag for us to crawl into if it 
turned stormy.”

Rex laughed.

“The guy was a piss freak. When we were out in the woods, he’d keep after
me to take a pee so that he could watch the piss squirt out of my cunt.”

Sparkles giggled.

“This one day, though, we had just begun to get started when the first 
clap of thunder roared overhead. I broke off the kiss and lowered my mouth 
to the thin white scar on his belly, where he had been knifed in a fight in
the schoolyard. The scar made my pussy shiver whenever I saw it, but I 
began to kiss it. I began at the top and worked my way down toward his 
prick. By this time he found my cunt. I remember how I loved it when he 
licked my wet clit. Suddenly, the first few drops of rain pattered in the 
trees overhead, and a bright bolt of lightning lit the dark sky, followed 
by a clap of thunder. He spread it open on the ground and we crawled in 
just as the skies opened up and the rain fell in streams of icy water that 
quickly turned the ground around us into one massive puddle.”

Peaches held the twins close, placing her palms on their asses.

“Joey had just snuggled beside me when I felt the urge to pee. I asked 
where I should go. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He begged me to 
piss on him. I felt a shiver race across my spine. I knew about his crazy 
obsession about piss, but—pissing all over him in the bag?”

Peaches giggled, remembering that day.

“You know, I just let loose and emptied my bladder all over the two of 
us. Our clothes were drenched with piss. We could have just as well stayed 
out in the rain. But then it wouldn’t have been so much fun watching his 
face as my hot piss splashed his crotch. His prick was twitching like hell.
It seemed I pissed gallon after gallon in an endless flow. But after I 
squeezed out the last drop, I broke away from his kiss and told him to piss
on me.

Sparkles moaned.

“He grunted and closed his eyes, and I felt his stomach get hard as he 
got his stream started. Then all hell broke loose as he drenched us in 
rivers of steamy, stinky piss. Needless to say, the piss made our bodies 
reek with hot passion and we fucked like a couple of rabbits until the sun 
broke through the dark clouds.”

As Peaches told her story, the tip of her finger found the puffy, pink 
bud of Rex’s shithole, and she began to caress it until his hips were 
rolling in a frenzy of naked lust.

He lowered his head between her legs and softly lapped her cunt. And 
Sparkles’ hot lips, nibbling gently on her nipple, had made her pink tit 
swell like a puffy balloon.

“You two are driving me crazy!” she moaned.

When she forced her finger into Rex’s tight shitchute and plunged it deep
inside his fiery ass, he let out a groan of sheer pleasure and sucked on 
her cunt until Peaches felt like her insides were going to spill out of her
pussy and disappear down his throat.

She sensed streams of hot fuckjuice dribble across his thin lips and 
trickle down her to her asshole. The raging fire inside her cunt set every 
nerve in her body prickling, and she began humping her pussy up against his
lips.

“God, Rex!” she panted. “I love the way you do that!”

He continued swirling his tongue over her hairy cunt, rubbing his nose 
along the slippery crack of her pussy. She trembled and pulled her knees up
until they were crushed against Sparkle’s face, opening her crotch wide and
shoving her cunt against his smooth chin.

“Suck! Suck! Suck me all over, honey! Eat me! Swallow my cream! Lick me 
clean!” she moaned.

Rex rolled his tongue up and down her cuntlips, slurping her tasty 
cuntjuices. Then he plunged it deep into her fuckhole and traced wide arcs 
against her flexing cunt walls.

Almost automatically, her legs shot down and clamped his head between her
thighs in a tight grip, grinding her gooey pussy against his mouth and 
impaling herself on his face.

He grabbed her asscheeks and shoved his face harder against her cunt, and
her big tits heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

Her tits, swollen stiff with desire, glistened with spit as Sparkles 
swiped her tongue across the hot flesh. The girl buried her nose deep into 
the valley, riding the heaving tits with a wanton fury. Her hands cupped 
both busty mounds and squeezed them close to her feverish cheeks.

“Holy shit, Mrs. March!” she cried, the voice muffled in the deep chasm. 
“I’m going to come!”

Peaches wrapped her arms around the girl’s neck and drew her tight into 
her sweaty cleavage. She felt the girl’s body stiffen and tremble as a wave
of passion rocked her.

“Oh my God!” the girl shrieked, her legs tensing with the fury of the 
first spasm of her orgasm.

Peaches saw the teenager’s face contort in ecstasy as another jolt jabbed
her loins. Sparkles’ eyes were clamped closed. Her lips, two white lines of
passion, quivered in the dim glow of the setting sun. Her cheeks were red 
and her head was thrown back as she bit her lips with the tips of her white
teeth.

Rex, meanwhile, gave Peaches’ pearly clit a final affectionate lick and 
then disentangled himself from her drenched thighs. As Sparkles dropped to 
the ground, her breath shooting from her mouth in steamy grunts of 
contentment, her brother pushed away from Peaches’ glistening, vibrating 
cunt.

He was stroking his hardened prick.

“Mrs. March,” he said with a bashful chuckle. “I’m about ready.”

She gazed down at his twitching cock. She shuddered as she imagined his 
load of creamy cum roaring its way up her inflamed cunt, slamming gobs of 
goo into her hungry womb. She held out her arms to him.

“Yes, yes, my darling! Fuck me now! Shove your prick into me! Make my 
cunt stop yearning! Honey, I need a good, hot piece of ass! And I need it 
now!”

She trembled when the boy mounted her, his face reddened with lust. 
Excitement flowed through her veins as his finger probed her swollen 
cuntlips and spread them apart.

He forced her legs apart with his knees and wiggled his hips as his 
prickhead searched for her slimy cunt entrance.

Impatiently, Peaches reached down and grabbed the boy’s cock and brought 
the prickhead up to her puffy cunt. She felt the thrill of his stiff prick 
parting her pussylips as he entered her. With a quick thrust, he fucked his
hard prick deep inside her wet cunt.

Peaches arched her back, lifted her ass from the moss-covered rock that 
was their love-nest and impaled herself on his hard cock.

Contracting her pussy muscles, she clamped her quaking fuckhole around 
his swollen prick in a vise-like grip. She swooned, feeling his bulbous 
cockhead plow into her sizzling cunt, making the sensitive ridges inside 
seem as if they were sucking each inch of his long cock as it pumped in and
out in a slow fucking motion.

“Chew my tits, honey!” she cried, panting breathlessly. “Fuck the shit 
out of me, my darling!”

She felt the tips of his teeth nip her erect nipples.

“Oh God!” she moaned. “You’re a natural-born fucker!”

Rex flayed her nipples with the tip of his tongue, his hips not missing a
beat as he pounded his prick into her, making her slick cunt slurp with 
fuck noises.

She raised her legs and clamped them around his bucking hips, drawing her
bushy, black cunt hair closer to his back. She felt his balls flap against 
her ass.

“Ease down, honey,” she said, “when you think you’re balls are ready pop.
I want this fuck to last forever.”

“I—I don’t know if I can! ” the boy moaned. “Your pussy feels so good!”

“Then roll over. Let me get on top.”

He agreed, and stuck his arms under Peaches’ shoulders. Then, with the 
young minister’s wife holding fast, he wheeled his body under her, his 
prick still fucked deep in her pussy.

“This is something different,” she said, wiggling her tits across his 
chest, her legs splayed wide on top of him.

She felt her pussyjuice, retained in the deep hole of her pussy while 
underneath the boy, drain out and flow down his cock, covering his balls 
with a thick, rich layer of her cunt honey.

“Your pussy is so tight, Mrs. March!” he gasped as Peaches pushed down 
lower and lower on his stiff prick. “It feels wonderful, like I’m being 
sucked into your stomach!”

“Just relax,” she said. “Let me do the work.”

“Now that you’re in a better position, Mrs. March, I can go back to work 
too!” Sparkles cried, finding Peaches’ asshole and scratching it gently 
with the tip of a fingernail.

Peaches moaned as her pussy took more of Rex’s prick.

She lay over him, holding the throbbing cock inside her, content for the 
moment with watching the boy’s eyes radiate pure, lusty desire. She smiled 
as Sparkles’ finger slipped up her shithole again.

The girl leaned forward and began to suck on the nape of the wife’s neck.
She found a soft spot and nibbled the sleek skin. Then her teeth sank into 
the flesh, and Peaches felt blood dripping from the wound. The sensation 
sent shivers racing down her back.

“You two are driving me crazy again!” she moaned, closing her eyes.

Sparkles chuckled, licking the blood from Peaches’ neck.

Peaches started fucking Rex’s cock in a gentle rhythm, bubbles of spit 
frothing in the corners of her lips. Her juicy cunt tingled, and Rex’s cock
twitched.

“I think it’s about time!” she shrieked finally, trembling all over. ‘I’m
going to come!”

She felt Rex’s prick quiver as she increased her fucking thrusts. Then 
his whole body stiffened and a fiery load of hot spunk erupted from his 
cocktip and shot up her cunt like a wave of molten steel.

“Good God!” she screamed as load after load of hot cum spewed from the 
jerking cock.

Then she felt the familiar feeling begin in the pit of her stomach. Her 
cunt grasped the sizzling, spitting prick that was squirting wads of jizz 
into her, and a ball of orgasmic delight tumbled down her cunt and exploded
around the mass of prick.

Peaches’ pussy opened and closed as each shot of rich, thick cum blasted 
into her pussy. She felt her cuntwalls moving around Rex’s cock. She felt 
the girl’s finger slithering in and out of her tight asshole. She felt the 
wound on her neck drip blood down her shoulders.

Then she felt Rex’s prick relax and begin to grow soft.

“So that’s what a fucking’s like!” Sparkles whispered as Peaches rolled 
off the boy The young minister’s wife clasped her hands under her head and 
stretched out like a limp log. She grinned at the girl. “That’s just what 
it’s like, Sparkles! You ought to try it sometime!”

The girl wrinkled up her nose. “But for a while there, I thought your 
eyes would pop out of your head!”

Peaches laughed. “So did I. You should be proud of your brother, honey. 
He’s a first-class fucker!”

Rex moved his head close to Peaches’ ear.

“I love you, Mrs. March,” he said, kissing her neck where his sister had 
drawn blood.

She cradled his head in her arms. “You have so much tenderness in your 
heart, Rex. You’ll probably find that you’ll fall in love with every woman 
who lets you fuck her.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was getting dark when the naked trio started to search for their 
swimsuits. At first they couldn’t find the exact spot where they wrestled. 
The sun was setting fast, and Peaches felt tired.

“How the hell are we going to return to camp naked? If they catch us 
coming in like this, they’ll shun us, sure as shit!”

Sparkles chuckled. “What a story for the newspapers. I can see it now.”

Frantically, her hands plowed deep into the slimy mud, feeling for her 
nylon bikini.

After about an hour, Rex gave up.

“We’ll have to try to sneak in,” he said. “It’s too damn dark.”

The others agreed the search had become hopeless and decided their best 
bet was for Rex to run on ahead and creep up to the tent and grab some kind
of clothing for the other two.

After Rex left, Sparkles looked at the minister’s wife. “Shit! Wouldn’t 
you know that fuckin’ moon would be out so bright on a night like this!”

But before she could answer, she heard voices approaching.

“Get behind those bushes,” Peaches whispered to Sparkles, nodding to a 
clump of wild lilac bushes.

A few minutes later, a man stepped out of the woods, leading a woman by 
the arm.

“I think we’ll be safe here, my dear,” the man said.

Right away, Peaches recognized Frank. The reverend wore a dark-colored 
pair of swim trunks. A ripple of tiny sparks raced down her back. The woman
was a stranger in a tight, thin bikini.

Sparkles nudged Peaches.

“That woman! I know her!” she whispered. “Liz Brown, from my parish!”

“And that’s Reverend Clock,” Peaches said. “What the hell are they doing 
way out here in the woods?”

The woman and the teenager watched as Frank and Liz embraced.

“Just watch,” Sparkles said softly.

Peaches eyes scanned Liz’s long dark hair. A twinge of jealousy pricked 
her heart as the two kissed.

She heard the woman giggle, and a wave of shocking embarrassment gnawed 
at the pit of her stomach as Frank placed a palm against the woman’s tit. 
She saw Frank’s hand slip to the back of the woman’s neck and undo the knot
tying her bikini top. It dropped to her waist, exposing her swollen 
titflesh. His mouth moved to the nipple, and he began nursing the bulging 
bud.

“That’s what I like, honey!” Liz cooed. “Suck nice and hard!”

Peaches gasped as Liz squealed with excitement.

“Shhh!” Sparkles whispered.

Peaches felt a pang of envy as his mouth began to make a series of loud 
sucking noises as he lapped the woman’s tit.

“Frank, you are such a rascal,” Liz said as Frank’s hand felt for her 
cunt.

A flutter of excitement moved through Peaches’ crotch and her pussy 
juiced, causing a thin stream to run down her leg.

She saw Liz’s hand slide down and reach for Frank’s cock-bulge. The woman
found it and her fingers tightened around the mass of cock.

“You are sure hung nice, honey,” Liz said.

Sparkles nudged Peaches as they both watched Liz’s other hand slip into 
her bikini and finger her cunt.

“You’re making me so hot,” Liz whispered softly. “It’s so nice being here
in the woods with you, darling.”

Peaches’ hand moved down between her legs and found her pussy. It was 
soaking wet.

“Oh God, this is fun!” Sparkles whispered as she wrapped an arm around 
Peaches’ back, grabbing a handful of the wife’s tits. The girl kneaded the 
firm flesh, and Peaches moaned softly, leaning her head against the young 
girl’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Liz had stretched Frank’s trunks and brought his cock out into
the silvery moonlight. His prick looked even bigger than Peaches remembered
it.

“Your prick is so nice and hard, lover!” the woman gasped.

She sank to her knees and took the cockhead into her mouth.

They heard Frank groan as Liz’s head bobbed up and down on the stiff 
cock. He gripped the woman’s shoulders as if his knees were about to 
buckle.

“Good God, Liz!” Frank sighed.

She whimpered as her tongue moved down his swollen prickshaft and pressed
into his ball-sac. She lapped at it with short, swift strokes. Then she 
sucked his balls.

Peaches squirmed in sudden envy, imagining how the woman’s tongue must be
stroking Frank’s cum-bloated balls. She heard the woman humming deep in her
throat and wished she was tasting his fat balls.

Frank, too, seemed in a frenzy. He was moaning and his head bobbed from 
side to side as the woman worked over his balls. His fingers were running 
through Liz’s long dark hair and his ass wiggled from side to side as her 
lips feasted faster on his low-hanging balls.

Peaches wanted to scream.

Even Sparkles was excited. Her fingers were digging deeper and deeper 
into Peaches’ creamy tits. It made the wife’s nipples stiff. Her cunt 
itched and burned. Her mouth felt dry. She thrust her fingers deeper into 
her juicy pussy and felt her heart pounding.

She saw the other woman slide her velvety tongue up and down Frank’s 
prick, painting it with glistening saliva. It sparkled in the light of the 
moon.

The woman rolled the tip of her tongue in slow, deliberate circles around
the tip of his cock, flicking off the shiny droplets of clear liquid which 
flowed from his pisshole and gulping them hungrily.

Still humming, Liz leaned back and guided the long prick into her mouth. 
In an instant, the log of cockmeat vanished down her throat. Scooping up 
his balls, she stretched the tight sac in her hand as she milked the 
reverend’s hardened prick.

“Good Lord!” Frank gasped. “We’ll have to stop before I shoot my load 
down your throat!”

“Well, let’s fuck then,” the woman said.

“Oh God, they’re going to fuck,” Sparkles whispered softly into Peaches’ 
ear.

“Good idea!” Frank panted. “I’ve been horny as hell ever since Saturday 
night when I fucked that woman I was telling you about!”

Liz lay down on the bank beside the pool. Frank’s hands yanked her 
bottoms down and undid the other strap on her bikini top. Then he stepped 
out of his swimsuit.

“I need your fat prick, too!” Liz murmured.

He got to his knees and slid his body along hers, covering her with his 
massive bulk. He thrust his ass and fucked into her.

“Aaaah!” she murmured as his hips lowered and their crotches met.

“There’s nothing so sweet as the softness of a woman’s body,” he said as 
he started a slow pumping, his naked ass thrusting up and down.

Sparkles gasped. “I can’t believe he’s got the whole prick up her cunt! I
wonder who he fucked Saturday night that was so special!”

Peaches groaned, remembering every wonderful detail of that night.

The two watched as Liz wrapped her legs around Frank’s hips. He began 
fucking Liz with a furious frenzy.

Liz returned each thrust with violent passion. Her body twisted and 
turned under him. Her ass pounded the grass and made a thumping sound as he
pounded her body. Her cunt gushed as his prick fucked in and out of her 
slushy pussy.

She grunted and groaned as their fucking intensified. A muffled whimper 
escaped her lips as Frank’s chest crushed her tits.

“Fuck, fuck!” Liz cried out into the summer breeze. “Fuck me harder, 
honey! I love it!” His huge prick fucked forward savagely, sliding in and 
out of her hot, slippery cunt. His hairy balls slapped against her crotch 
as she arched her back on the in-strokes.

Her pussy sucked wetly around the fat base of the reverend’s fiery prick.
Lust and pleasure radiated from her reddened face. A moist slurpy sound 
came from between her legs as pussyjuice spewed in torrents from her wet 
fuckhole.

Peaches and Sparkles held their breath in silent awe as Liz arched her 
back and shrieked joyously. “Oh, fucker, I’m gonna come!” Frank grunted. 
“Me too!”

Then he collapsed on the woman.

Then, a second later, Rex stumbled through the thicket. “Sparkles? Mrs. 
March? Is there something wrong? Who cried out?”

The woman and the teenager slapped their foreheads at the same time.

“Oh no!” Peaches moaned.

“Oh, my God!” Liz exclaimed. “Someone’s been watching us!”

“Huh—what?” Frank asked.

Rex approached the naked fuckers.

“Oh no!” he groaned, sizing up the embarrassing situation immediately. “I
—I’m sorry. I was looking form my sister and Mrs. March! “

“Mrs. March?” Frank asked.

“Er—er, yes! I left them here a short while ago.”

Peaches shook her head, stepping from behind the bushes.

“It’s okay, Rex,” she said embarrassed. “We’re here.”

Frank shot a glance at the naked woman, then at the naked teenager who 
followed her. “Mrs. March! What are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you, Frank, getting fucked!”

Liz, trying to conceal her bare tits behind the palms of her hands, 
moaned. “Oh, my God! They saw us!”

Frank turned to the woman. “It’s all right, my dear. This is Mrs. March, 
the woman I told you about.”

Sparkles’ eyes lit up. She turned to Peaches.

“You? You’re the special someone he mentioned?”

“I’m the one who had a good time with him Saturday night,” Peaches said 
sheepishly. “But I don’t know how special I am.”

Frank walked over to Peaches and put an arm around her waist.

“I’m very sorry that you saw me with Liz,” he said. “I tried to find you 
earlier in the evening. Obviously, you had something better to do.”

She turned her head and studied his eyes. “I—I was looking for you too, 
Frank. I thought you were hung up somewhere.”

“I had to rush Cora to the hospital. I presume that neither of us could 
wait. Will you ever forgive me?”

She leaned over and pecked his cheek, her tit brushing his chest. A fiery
glow of naked passion shot through her loins, and her pussy quivered.

She smiled.

“If you’ll forgive me,” she whispered.

He glanced at Sparkles, then at Rex.

“But what are you three doing way out here without your clothes on?” he 
asked. “Or is that too obvious?”

Peaches’ face reddened. “We were mud wrestling and lost our clothes in 
the muck.” She told him how Rex had gone back to the tent to get something 
they could wear back to camp.

Rex interrupted. “But when I got back to the tent, Mom and Dad were—” 
Sparkles laughed. “Fucking?”

Rex nodded his head.

“Shit!” Sparkles gasped. “Once they get going, they might be at it most 
of the night. Now what will we do, Mrs. March?”

Peaches drew in a breath of air and looked at Frank.

He smiled. “I have a room at the Schnider’s farmhouse. It has a private 
entrance. Let’s all retire there and see what happens.”

CHAPTER NINE

Frank led the four people into his room. They were laughing about 
sneaking around so many of the other campers.

But with Frank distracting the few people they met along the way so the 
nudes could dart around them without being seen, they made it with no 
trouble.

“I have never seen a room more gorgeous,” Peaches said as she walked in.

Everything was white. The furniture was upholstered in white velvet. The 
carpeting was plush white pile. The walls and the ceiling were painted 
white. One wall was mirrored. A crystal chandelier hung in the center of 
the room.

“It belongs to the church,” Frank told her. “Actually, the Schnider’s are
just caretakers. The church uses this farm for all sorts of things.”

He found a pair of shorts for Rex and a halter and shorts for Sparkles.

“They’re worn,” he said, “but at least they’ll get you back to your 
tent.”

Peaches giggled.

“And when you get back, tell your folks that Mrs. March is spending the 
night with one of her friends.”

Peaches grabbed Rex by the arm as he headed for the door.

“But for the love of your balls, be careful,” she said. “Don’t mention 
I’m with the reverend.”

Liz walked to the door with the twins. “I’m leaving, too,” she said to 
Frank. “I’ll leave you to your lady love.”

After they left, Frank walked behind the bar and poured two drinks. He 
raised his glass and made a toast. “To us!”

“To us.” Peaches giggled. She drained her glass in one gulp.

Frank gave her an immediate refill.

“Too tired for a bit of fun?” he asked. “If so, we have all night. This 
time, we’ll sleep together until morning.”

Peaches felt the blood rush to her face.

“Do you mean too tired to fuck you?” she asked. “Never!”

“I’d like to suck your cunt again,” he said with a warm smile. “Any 
objection?”

“There sure is. Just a while ago, Rex shot a big load of cum way up 
inside me.”

The reverend wrinkled his nose.

“That answers that question,” he said. “Sucking cuntjuice is one thing, 
but sucking another guy’s cum from your cunt is far too much for me!”

As he came from behind the bar, Peaches noticed how his stiff prick made 
a bulge at his crotch, and her heart began to race. He wrapped his arms 
around her. She pushed her tits into his chest. They kissed, and her hand 
slipped down to rub the length of his hard-on.

“God, you’re so big and hard!” she gasped.

She slid his trunks down and felt for his prick. He moaned as her sweaty 
palm touched his hot cockhead. She felt globs of sticky pre-cum seep from 
his pisshole. She ran her fist up and down his swollen cockshaft.

They collapsed to the floor—the deep, soft pile carpet becoming their 
mattress. She lay there breathless. Her stomach churned with a dull ache as
he teased her puffing clit and finger-fucked her.

“God, you turn me on!” she sighed.

She wanted him so much that she could almost feel his big, slippery-wet 
cock fucking in and out of her cunt, their hot fuckjuices combining to make
slurpy sounds as they fucked.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you once every 
hour, all night long!”

Her lips parted in a delightful smile. “And I want to go down on your 
prick!”

He smiled.

“Hunch up your ass so I can drop your trunks,” she said softly.

She slid the trunks down his legs. The insides of his thighs were covered
with gobs of pre-cum.

She giggled. “Christ, you’re really in a bad way, darling! You’re just 
like me! I can never get enough!”

“That’s your fault. I’ve done nothing but dream of fucking you since 
Saturday night. You’re the best fuck in the state.”

“Better than Liz?”

Their eyes met. “I’m sorry you caught me like that. I was walking through
the camp looking for you when she came by.”

“The hell with Liz, I’m with you now.” She spread her legs apart and 
wiggled until she had her wet cunt shoved against his legs. “I discovered 
that I like cuntjuice. I’d love to suck Liz’s pussyjuice off your cock.”

“Whatever you like,” he said.

Peaches reversed her position.

She opened her mouth and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, her pink 
lips clasped tight around the throbbing flesh and her white teeth gently 
scraping along his hard-on as she eased his slippery prick deeper and 
deeper until she reached his big balls.

She sensed her pussy quiver and quake as Frank grunted his approval. She 
tasted his sugary discharge. She closed her mouth tightly around his 
throbbing cock and took it deep into her throat, until her teeth nuzzled 
against Frank’s sac.

As her mouth worked up and down Frank’s prick for the second time in two 
days, it seemed to get bigger, fatter.

She clamped her lips as tightly as she could around the swollen hunk of 
cockmeat and slowly brought her head up, collecting his sloshing pre-cum in
her mouth. When she reached the fat cocktip, she swallowed the gobs of 
jizz, savoring each drop.

Then she moved her licker to his balls and lapped away until they smelled
clean. She lapped the insides of his thighs until they were free of the 
other woman’s sweet scent.

Her finger slithered down along his asscrack until it reached his 
shitter. Her digit slid up his greasy asshole without effort and felt balls
of his soft shit as she dug deeper and deeper into his bowels.

She felt the beginning of an orgasm start to rumble in the pit of her 
womb and shoved herself away from the reverend’s crotch.

“Shit, Frank!” she groaned. “I’m getting too fucking hot! Let’s come up 
for air or I’ll want you to fuck the living shit out of me right now!

I want this to last all night!”

“Your sucking feels so good,” the older man mumbled. “But you know best.”

He spun around on the white rug and drew her to his chest, kissing her 
hard on the lips.

Peaches sighed, crushing her tits against his hairy chest. “I would never
have believed it! You sure do like to have your cock sucked! I’d love to 
spend the rest of my life making you happy like that!”

“Maybe someone up there can arrange it,” he said.

“Mmmmm. But Cora would shit her pants if she heard you talk like that.”

“My dear, where there is life, there is hope.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it. But enough talk. What does a woman have
to do to get fucked around here?”

“If you’re hinting that perhaps you’re ready for a few inches of cock 
between your legs, my dear, I think I can find someone willing to do the 
job.”

She leaned close. “Here on the rug?”

He nodded. “We made out like this before. Shall we try it again? Seems 
like it brought us good luck the first time.”

Spreading her legs wide apart, she lay back and felt his slippery prick 
glide across her belly as he mounted her.

His body seemed on fire.

Peaches threw her arms up and hugged him tight. Her tits smashed into his
hairy chest.

“I want much more than a few inches,” she whispered into his ear, licking
it with the point of her wet tongue. “I want your whole prick! I want you, 
balls and all!”

She thrust her ass, reached down and brought the head of his cock to her 
cunt, then wiggled her hips until his prick rubbed against her pussylips.

She could feel the warm murky puddles of wetness seep from his pisshole 
as she rubbed her cuntlips with his big cock-knob. She fed an inch of his 
hot cock into her fuckhole and wiggled the prickshaft in a circular motion,
trying desperately to soothe the wonderful, tantalizing itch in her pussy.

She loved the agony her perpetually itchy cunt gave her. It drove her mad
sometimes, but the remedy of a stiff cock was worth it.

She hunched her ass again and crammed another few inches of his horny 
prick into her puffy pussy as Frank lowered his head and began to suck her 
tits.

“I love to feel your prick up my cunt!” she whispered.

But he wasn’t listening. His mouth covered one tit. Hungrily, he slurped 
the soft, spongy flesh. When his teeth found her stiff nipple, she could 
feel the sucking action clear down to her clit.

The reverend had slithered his ass up and grasped Peaches’ hips with both
hands. With a sudden tug, he pulled her toward his cock, and at the same 
time slammed his prick to its full length up her sloppy pussy.

- She threw her arms about his neck and moaned in complete rapture as his
thrusts reached a fast-fucking tempo. His giant cock began scratching away 
the perpetual itch in her cunt.

A spicy tingle raced through her squishy pussy.

“Please, don’t make me go looking for you again when I want you!” she 
gasped, rolling her big, tender tits across his chest. “Fuck me like you’ve
fucked a woman before!”

Frank quickened the tempo, fucking her faster and faster, his slippery 
prick making slopping noises as it moved in and out of her. Their crotches 
were slimy with fuckjuices. Her cuntlips contracted around his prick, 
caressing his cock with each slithering jab into her.

Then Peaches felt a familiar rumble deep in her belly. It spiraled down 
to her womb, then shot down her pussy. She bit her lips.

As her orgasm rumbled toward her clit, she opened her mouth and screamed,
“Here I come, darling! Aaaaah!”

“Darling!” Frank moaned as he came. His prick quivered inside her as a 
torrent of hot spunk shot into Peaches’ pussy.

“Oooooooh!” she cried, as his jism splattered into her hot cunt. “Your 
cum feels like a hot gusher in my ass! It feels so good!”

Their climax peaked and Frank pulled his cream-covered prick from 
Peaches’ cunt. He slid to the floor beside her, spent. She gasped for 
breath as she watched his prick shrivel down to a flaccid, helpless hose.

“Let’s take a nap,” she said. “I want you to keep your promise. Every 
hour, on the hour, remember?”

Frank nodded. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, my dear.”

But from the tired look on his face, she doubted whether he’d be able to 
keep his word.

CHAPTER TEN

Peaches had been watching Frank’s face for over an hour as he slept naked
beside her. She wondered if she was falling in love with him.

Then the phone rang.

Frank jumped from the bed, his eyes wide.

“It must be the hospital calling,” he said, taking a deep breath.

She watched him walk to the other side of the room. His cock hung between
his legs like a limp, pink hose. She watched him pick up the receiver. He 
mumbled a few words, then hung up.

“I’ve got to get to the hospital right away,” he said, returning to the 
edge of the bed. “Cora has taken a turn for the worse.”

As he dressed, he told Peaches to stay in bed. That he would be back as 
soon as possible. Then he kissed her and hurried out the door.

Peaches couldn’t get back to sleep. She went over to the bar and poured a
stiff drink, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. She poured another and 
brought it back to bed.

The alcohol calmed her, but she still didn’t feel like sleeping.

There was a knock on the door which led into the main part of the house.

She pulled the sheet up, covering her tits.

The rapping grew louder, more persistent.

Peaches downed what was left of her drink.

“I know you’re in there, honey!” a muffled man’s voice cried out. “Open 
this goddamn door before I wake up the whole fuckin’ camp!”

Peaches gasped. She was trapped.

“Honey,” the man said, this time in a sickening-sweet tone. “Come open 
the door. I want to get in.”

She felt the blood drain from her face.

She had no choice. With nothing to wear, she couldn’t go running back to 
camp. Then she remembered Frank mentioning a robe in the closet.

She raced across the room and rifled through the closet. She found a 
short, white robe that Frank probably used to lounge around in. It was 
barely long enough to cover her cunt, but it had to do. She wrapped the 
garment around her shoulders and raced to the door.

She opened the door a slit.

“The Reverend Clock was called away,” she said, her heart pounding.

“I know,” the man said. “I saw him drive away.”

She managed a weak smile. “Perhaps you could come back tomorrow.”

“Shit, woman,” he said, pushing her back with the door, “I didn’t come 
down to see that fucker!”

He forced his way into the room.

“What can I do for you?” she asked.

He flashed her a grin. “How about a shot of that stuff I saw you swigging
a few minutes ago?”

Her hands moved to the hem of the robe, trying to inch it a fraction 
lower.

“How do you know about that?” she asked, fighting to keep control of 
herself.

He was about Frank’s age, but built like an ape. His long blond hair was 
greased back.

He beamed a wide smile. “My name’s Jed. Jed Schnider. I’m the caretaker 
here. Got a little peephole over there in the wall.”

Peaches felt her face go white. “You—you mean you’ve been spying on me?”

He gave her a knowing look. “Something like that. Saw the reverend fuck 
the shit out of you, too. Saw a lot of other ministers get their rocks off 
in here, too.”

Her guts twitched in panic. “My God! You could be fired if I told the 
reverend!”

He laughed. “I can just see it all. With what I got on you and him, I’ll 
have a lifetime job here on the farm!”

Peaches felt her stomach drop.

“That’s blackmail!” she gasped.

“That’s job insurance,” he said. He nodded at the bar. “Now, how about 
that snort?” Peaches knew that she was trapped. She forced a smile. “Sure, 
sure. There’s plenty for a short one.”

“Shit! I heard what the reverend said, honey. He’ll be at that fuckin’ 
hospital for hours.”

As Peaches walked to the bar, she could almost feel his hot eyes on her 
barely covered ass. She felt vulnerable.

As she poured the drink, she was horrified to feel Jed’s hand slip under 
the robe.

“And that’s not all I came for,” he said. Peaches spun, facing him, the 
glass in her hand. “Now you look—”

“That’s what just passed my mind,” he said, placing his hand around her 
waist.

“Here,” she said, trying to pass off his bold action as a joke. She 
offered him the drink, her guts twisting in panic. She tried to wiggle her 
ass free from his clutch.

“Feed it to me, honey.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in. “Oh! You want to play games.”

“You got it, honey!”

Peaches moved the glass of amber liquid to his lips.

He sucked in a mouthful.

“Now, you finish the rest,” he said.

“But—but I had enough before—”

“Drink it slut!” he growled.

She drained the glass. “That’s not nice, calling me a slut!”

“Ain’t that what you are? Fucking a married preacher?”

“It’s not like that at all!” she cried. “Frank and I are good friends!”

“Yeah. And I saw the mob of you sneak in here, half of you naked to the 
fuckin’ skin!” He drew her closer, and she felt his prick press against her
belly.

“That was an accident!” she gasped. “We lost our clothes in the mud!”

She felt tears burn her eyes as her fright grew.

“What the fuck were all of you doing in the mud?”

A familiar feeling began to churn in the pit of her stomach as she 
realized his cock was hardening against her tummy. She couldn’t believe her
reaction to this man was growing so strong.

He shook her roughly. “Answer me, slut!”

“Wrestling,” she said softly, her lower lip curling up into a sheepish 
pout.

“It must have felt pretty good rubbing your big tits against that 
innocent boy’s face!” he growled.

“Please, Jed, don’t do this to me!” she cried.

“Honey, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to do with you!”

He shoved her back roughly and grabbed the collar of the robe. With a 
quick tug, he pulled it off her shoulders, exposing her plump, white tits.

Peaches crossed her legs, trying to stop the rush of fuckjuice in her 
cunt.

“Shit, woman, you sure are built,” Jed said. He put his beefy hands on 
her soft tits and squeezed them hard.

Peaches squealed and tried to move away, but he had her trapped against 
the bar, leaving her no escape.

Before she had time to think, his mouth found her tender nipple. Her tits
began to throb and her nipples grew hard and stiff.

When he bit her nipple, she squealed. In reflex, her bare knee slipped up
his leg to his balls.

“So, you like to play with balls,” he said. “Well suppose you feel my 
cock, you slutty tease!”

“It was an accident! I—I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, I know your kind, slut! You’re dying for a real man!” he hissed. 
“Go on, take your pleasure! Take it out of my pants!”

Her hands trembled as she lowered them and stroked the throbbing lump of 
cockmeat through his rough denim pants. Her pussy instantly spasmed, and a 
stream of pussyjuice dripped down her leg.

“I said, take my cock out, whore!” Jed shouted. “Now!”

Her fingers shook as she eased his zipper down. Her eyes widened as his 
swollen prick practically bounced out into her hand.

Peaches coiled her fingers around his hot prick. Her pussy throbbed. It 
was a monster, almost twelve inches long.

She inserted her other hand into his pants and felt around. She sensed 
warm heat radiating from his crotch. His balls were covered with pre-cum.

Without thinking of the impression she’d have on Jed, she withdrew her 
hand and brought her fingers to her nose, whiffing his man-scent. The spicy
aroma made her body shake.

“Why, you fuckin’ cocksucker!” he shouted. “That’s the filthiest thing I 
ever saw a woman do!”

He unbuckled the silver clasp on his heavy leather belt.

“Get down on your knees, you fuckin’ slut!”

“Jed, don’t do anything you’ll be sorry for!” Peaches shrieked.

“You’ll be the one who’ll be sorry, if you don’t do as I say!” he 
snarled.

His rage frightened Peaches. For the first time in her life, she cowered 
in front of a man.

“Jed, I’ll do anything you like, but please don’t hurt me!” she moaned, 
choking down a sob. She couldn’t take her eyes off his belt.

“Down!” he bellowed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Peaches’ knees shook as she sank to the floor. She heard the swishing 
noise the belt made as it flew through the air. Then she felt the sting on 
her bare ass.

“Oh, my God—that hurt!” she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Another blow racked her other asscheek. Then one landed on her thigh.

“Aieeeee!” she shrieked, tears blinding her. “Slut! Slut! Slut!” he 
chanted as blow after blow beat her fleshy body.

The first few stung like a knife slashing through her guts. But then the 
strange feeling of pain ebbed and a delicious current of pure ecstasy 
flowed through her loins, making her screams of agony turn to screams of 
joy.

She caught herself thrusting her ass up at the heavy belt. She could feel
the sticky drops of blood drip down into her asscrack. Yet her cries 
quickly turned into deep, guttural moans.

Her body seemed to crave the stinging punishment of the belt as the horny
young woman’s face radiated an angelic glow. Suddenly, she seemed to be 
forgiven for her wanton conduct with the twins and Reverend Clock.

Then the whipping stopped.

“Okay, whore, now the fun begins! Don’t move, or I’ll give you another 
taste of my belt!”

She heard him drop to his knees behind her. Then she heard his trousers 
drop to the floor. The agony of waiting for his next move made her heart 
pound. She cradled her arms under her head and waited.

Then she felt his huge hands on her asscheeks, prying them apart. His 
cock slipped into her asscrack. She cringed, not knowing what he would do 
next.

Peaches felt his powerful hands slide over her bloody ass. A painful gasp
escaped her lips.

Jed laughed, misunderstanding her grunt. “You like that, don’t you, 
baby?”

“It hurts, you asshole!” she squealed.

He whacked her ass viciously. The sound echoed throughout the room.

“Don’t call me an asshole!” he growled.

His cockhead nudged her asshole. She felt him lean forward, and his beefy
hands cupped her tits. Then, without warning, he fucked his big prick into 
her shithole.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “You’re going to split my ass in two pieces with 
that cock of yours!”

“Relax, slut, and do as I say!” he shouted. “Now slide forward until your
tits hit the floor! But do it slow! If you jerk my cock out of you, I’ll 
whip the shit out of your big tits!”

She slowly eased down to the white rug. “Satisfied?”

His hands were still around her creamy tits, and he kneaded them as his 
cock slowly fucked in and out of her tight shitter.

After the first few strokes, Peaches felt a delirious glow of sheer 
delight flow through her body. Her cunt sizzled and she started to arch her
hips in time to his thrusts. She couldn’t believe that she had taken his 
whole cock.

“Thank God Frank got my ass ready for this,” she mumbled as Jed’s cock 
snaked its way along her asshole walls.

Peaches began to wiggle her ass in small, tight circles. Contented moans 
escaped her lips as the assfucking continued. Her heart pounded madly, and 
frothy spit collected in the corners of her mouth.

“From now on, baby,” Jed said, “you and me are gonna make some pretty 
music together. You can’t imagine what plans I have for us!” But Peaches 
was lost in a world all her own. Jed assfucked her with brutal passion. His
stomach banged into her ass and his big balls slapped against her pulpy 
pink cuntlips.

“You like it, bitch, don’t you?” he asked. “Oooooohhh, yessssss!” she 
wailed. “But you’re slowing down, Jed! What’s the matter? Am I too much for
you?”

“You fuckin’ slut!” he shouted. “I’ll show you who’s too much for who!”

He withdrew his stiff cock until the pricktip was almost out of her ass. 
Then, with a sudden lunge, he fucked his prick straight down her shitty 
asshole, until his crotch smacked into her ass with a thunderous slap.

Her body jerked. “That felt good, Jed! Do it again!”

“Fuck you, baby!” he gasped. “That almost tore the foreskin off my 
prick!”

Then he fell silent. He seemed to be concentrating on his assfucking, and
Peaches realized he was trying to shoot his wad. His hands worked harder on
her tits. His thrusts became more even, but his prick seemed to be 
softening.

Peaches humped her ass higher as Jed fucked his fat cock deep inside her 
tight asshole. A tiny knot of joy began in the pit of her belly and started
its trip down to her cunt.

Then she felt hot jism shoot from his pisshole and load her shitter.

She was glad to see him pull up his pants and zip his fly. Without a 
word, he turned and walked over to the door. As he opened it, Jed turned 
his head and grinned.

Peaches thumbed her nose at him as the door banged shut.

“You asshole!” Peaches murmured.

She walked over to the bar, lifted a bottle to her mouth and gargled with
the fiery liquid. She looked over her shoulder at her sore ass. Huge welts 
streaked her back and ass. Most of them oozed drops of dark blood.

Peaches went into the bathroom and drew a tub of hot water. In the 
medicine chest over the sink, she found a small bottle of bubble bath.

Peaches eased her sore ass into the hot water and gingerly sat down. She 
leaned back and let the foamy soap bubbles cover her tits.

*

She didn’t know Frank was home until she felt a gentle nudging on her 
shoulders. Frank was sitting on his haunches, next to the tub, softly 
calling her name.

“My God,” he said. “I thought you’d drowned in the bathtub!”

She stretched out her arms. The water was cold, the bubbles long gone.

“Would you really care?” she asked, feeling deeply depressed.

He reached over and hugged her.

“Now what a silly thing to say. Of course I would.” He paused, studying 
her eyes. “There is something wrong, I can tell by your face.”

She shook her head. “Tell me about Cora, first. How is she?” Then she 
remembered Jed’s peephole. He was probably watching them right now. “But 
first close the bathroom door.”

He peered at her like she was some kind of a nut. “My God, what’s wrong 
with you? There’s no one out there.”

“I’ll tell you later. Tell me about Cora.”

His eyes dropped. “I’m afraid, my dear, Cora didn’t make it. She passed 
away just an hour ago.”

They were both quiet for a while.

Then Frank looked at Peaches sternly. “Now tell me. Why were you sleeping
in here. Don’t you like the big bed in the other room? Did you miss me that
much?”

She smiled and hugged him.

“Oh, my darling, I missed you so much!” she whispered. She stood up and 
turned her back to him. “Look!”

Frank gasped and stood up. Then he looked her in the eyes. “Who in God’s 
name did that to you?”

She told him about Jed’s visit, about the peephole in the wall and about 
how he had threatened to expose them.

After she was finished, he let out a long sigh.

“I’ll certainly take care of Jed,” he said. “He’ll never do that to 
another living soul as long as he lives! As for my ministry, I’m resigning.
For the past ten years I have known that I made a mistake. I only held on 
for Cora’s sake. And as for you, my darling, I’d like you to come live with
me and be my love.”

She frowned. “What about Bart?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you this before, but I fired Bart last week. 
He only married you for effect. The reason he never fucked you properly is 
because he’s gay! It was a lousy trick! I found out about it when he tried 
to rape a young boy in the basement of the church!” Peaches was 
dumbfounded. But when the truth hit home, she laughed.

“Oh, my darling,” she said, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. 
“Maybe Jed did us both a favor tonight. Now we can be together for the rest
of our lives. I learned my lesson tonight. I’ll never fuck another living 
soul for the rest of my life—except you, of course, my dearest.”


THE END

