'Uh, like this, was it?' the Reverend Donaldson asked, quickly stripping off his coat and his shoes, lug collar and his socks, his funny-shaped shirt. He opened his belt, his fly, and letting his pants fall to the floor.

He stood there wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts, and the stark difference between his very dark brown skin and the very white shorts was staggering. The gaping fly of his, shorts was open and Betty Sue could see his coarse wirey pubic hair poking through the flap.

His prick was obviously quite engorged. His tumescent cock pushed hard at the leg of the boxer shorts, just the tip end of his cockhead protruding beneath the edge of one leg. He was huge, there was no doubt about that, and deliciously chocolate brown all over. His shoulders were broad and powerful, and his biceps and pectorals spoke of the man's great virile strength. There was no trace of hair across his muscle-plated chest nor down over his trim waistline to his dipped-in navel.

'Oh, Reverend,' she said, 'he took everything off and forced me to look at his… at his…'

'It's okay, my child,' the reverend said, unsnapping his shorts and bending forward, pushing them down his legs, hiding his crotch from her view momentarily, 'you can say cock.'

And he straightened up. And she saw it – his cock.

'Jesus!' Betty Sue said, the exclamation escaping her involuntarily, because the Right Reverend had a Right Reverend cock indeed. It wasn't as long as her Johan's, but it was definitely fatter, and the burgeoning purple- brown cockhead looked like a doubled up fist, it was so huge and shining moistly with a damp glow all its own, the darker lips flexing gently. A pearly white drop of precum, startling atop the dark brown knob, oozed gently out of his cock lips.

'Then what did the awful man do to you, my child?' he asked, hoping she was going to say 'he fucked me.'

'He, uh, got down between my legs with his face,' Betty Sue said, recalling the first time she had seen Dr. Montgomery going down on then woman patient. 'And he, uh, examined me there. With his mouth. His tongue. He… uh… ate me.'

Growling in lust, Reverend Donaldson moved his bulk onto the bed and buried his face inside Betty's wide- spread cuntal lips, nuzzling deeply and grinding his nose against her clitoris, digging his tongue as far down inside her cuntal tissues as he could, slurping noisily and swallowing her fluids, her fragrance, her pussy juices until she began writing from side to side on the bed and calling out for God to save her from sinning.

Gasping for breath, his face pussy-streaked and cunt-scented, he pulled back from her moistly flexing saddle. 'Then what?' he said, without finesse.

'He, uh, yes, I remember, he took his… his cock in his hands and he used it like a club, striking me on the face with it and… oh, God, I can hardly say it, he forced me to take it in my mouth and to… to suck on it,' she said, her cunt spasming with her words, her remorse churning deep inside her.

Glad to oblige, Billy Donaldson took his heavy, meaty cock in his hands and prodded her face with it, her eyes, her nose, and quickly her mouth, that opened reflexively and closed behind his coronal ridge, to take all the fat gnarled knob inside and leaving enough room for her tongue to trace the contours of it, to feel behind the ridge and torment him by corkscrewing down deep inside his pisshole, siphoning off his precum and swallowing it right down her throat.

Pulling off his well-oiled fuck knob, Betty Sue said, 'He said I had to get it all juiced up so he could… so he could… well, put it inside me and…'

'Fuck!' he said, his educated voice booming as if from a sexual pulpit, the singe word rolling around and around the room and bouncing off all the walls. 'He said he was going to fuck you. Say it, Goddamn you, say fuck. Fuck!'

Betty Sue knew the word, but it was so difficult for her to say, even within the throes of her passions. 'Yes,' she said, stammering, 'fu-fu-ck. He said he was going to… fu-fu-ck me. Oh, do it. Put your… cock inside me. Let me feel it. Fu-ck me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes, like that, pressing against my cunt. Push it harder, I want to feel more of it, the big fat head of… Christ! Oh, God. yes! Yes! Just like that.'

The Right Reverend Billy Donaldson butted his slippery cockhead tight against Betty Sue's drooling cuntal mouth and nudged hard against it, scraping his glans over her feverish clitoris as his cockhead moved around, searching, seeking the entrance to her fuck harbor. The snug, tight fit of her inner pussy lips parted smoothly before their revocable onslaught of his knobby, fist-like cockhead, finally stretching their delicate tissues almost unendurably, wide enough to take in all of his bulging black cockhead.

'Jesus!' The reverend called out the instant her cuntal lips snapped closed tightly behind the wide flaring firmness of his coronal ridge, locking his whole cockhead, finally, possessively within her seething pussy hole. It was much hotter and much tighter than he had thought it might be.

Raising himself back on his hips, looking down at the merging fuck flesh, the reverend had a perfect view of her wide-spread cunt, the softly delicate tissues of it stretched wide and held firmly in place by his fat, bulging cock shaft, the whole head of his big black cock buried out of sight up inside her fragrant, snapping cunt. The contrast of his very dark flesh inserted inside her starkly white, pink-lipped pussy was enough to drive him wild. He only wished she could see the view from his angle, to realize how perfect it all was, how very beautiful it was, just to look at his hard black dick inside her pale flesh, soaking up the heady scents of her fuck hole.

Betty Sue was impatient, wondering why he had stopped just as he had begun. She could feel the walls of her pussy stretched wide to accommodate the huge bulk of his cockhead. She thought she could feel every ridge of it, every sculptured contour of his enormous cockhead, filling her fuck canal and making her feel stuffed. She wanted more of it, not just the knobby head, she wanted to know that the rest of his long hard dick felt like, to discover for herself if a black cock felt any different from a white cock, even though she already knew that every cock, within her pussy, would feel different from every other cock. Whimpering, she writhed her uptilted buttocks and snapped her muscles tighter around his cock head. 'More, please!' she said, begging for his cock. 'Let me feel all of it! Goddamn it, put your cock in me, shove it and… Ayyyiiiieee! Jesus! Fucking! Christ!'

The reverend hadn't needed a second invitation and, without a word, he pushed his hips forward in a sharp snapping motion, instantly sinking all of his long hard cock inside her pussy, the fat head of it nudging tightly against her womb and his full heavy black ballsac jammed tightly against her feverishly flexing asshole, the hair- covered mound of his pubic bone crushing her twitching clitoris into a passionate pulp.

Even before her cuntal walls had adjusted to the enormous girth of his overly fat fuck stick, he had begun ramming it in and pulling it but in short, irregular strokes, grunting and groaning with the effort of his fuck pace.

Instantly her orgasm began and her feverish groin heated up like a raging fire. The soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth spasmed and flexed tightly against his pistoning prick as her cums rippled through her in a tiny string of nonstop pleasure. She gasped and moaned and pulled his heavy chest down against her tits grinding her sharply erect nipples into his sweaty black flesh as if trying to chocolate coat them.

Her feverish body, the incredible heat within her grasping cunt that bathed his juice-marinating fuck stick, the excitement of her pale white body, her lush tithes prodding into his flesh again and again, caused a whirlwind of undeniable sensations to overwhelm the preacher and grunt in short loud gasps that somehow echoed the squishy cock in cunt sounds of their fucking, making their sex noises grow louder and louder inside the bedroom as the mingled smells of their joined sex flesh overwhelmed them.

And he began cumming. And cumming. And cumming.

Betty Sue's stuffed, black-cock-filled cunt had to make room for the copious outpourings of his lava-like semen, bathing her entire insides with white hot man cum and, squishing loudly with his piston-like stokes, spurting out of her cunt and all over his balls, their, thighs, her asshole, and puddling heavily on the bed beneath her.

All the physical exertion was much too much for the black preacher, unaccustomed to such strenuous daytime fucking, and he collapsed against her, his chest heavy and heaving mightily for air.

Betty Sue was lost within her own world of fuck fantasy as her pussy slowly relaxed around his noticeably shrinking cock. Finally the big black ram was just a limp black noodle and as she squeezed her cunt tight against it, trying to retain it even longer, the effort made it squirt right out of her fuck hole, useless to them both.

As his cock flesh left her cunt flesh, and the heavy flow of his cum mingled thoroughly with her pussy juices, cascading over her buttocks and through the crack of her ass, her shame returned to her full blast.

The remorse of her sinful ways that had now actually involved the local preacher was almost too much for the highly moral woman. She began crying great tears and hiding her face in shame as Reverend Donaldson, his

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