Rogers gave it to her, hard.
The lewd plunging sound of his cock ramming into her pussy came at the same instant the belt smacked her butt. He'd turned his wrist so that the leather tongue licked wickedly across the mounds of both asscheeks. Miss Fletcher writhed, squashing her huge tits on the desktop, crying out with pain and pleasure.
Liz shook head. An involuntary moan escaped her taut lips. She pressed her fingers hurriedly to her mouth, horrified that she might give herself away. What would her uncle do if he caught her spying while he whipped and raped his willing secretary?
There is only one thing to do, she thought as the liquid sound of her uncle's cock violating Miss Fletcher's pussy tunnel once more accompanied the unmistakable slap of leather against the silky skin of the woman's ass. She should back away, she knew, go out through the silent lines of pews, out into the sunlight and walk away. She'd get home as best she could, and try to forget that any of this had ever happened.
But she couldn't do it. It was as if her feet were rooted to the spot.
'Oh! Whip me! Fuck me! Dear God above, abuse me!'
Miss Fletcher's voice was shrill and maniacal. The squishing sounds of Rogers fucking his cock in and out of her drooling cunt, and the loud reports of the belt smacking assflesh, became a constant, rhythmic pulse of sound.
As if of its own accord, one of Liz's hands began roaming over her body. She moaned softly and licked her lips as she felt an unfamiliar pleasure. She looked down and discovered that her hand was cupping a ripening young tit. Something hard seemed to be pushing outward, through the brassiere and the thin blouse over it. The big nipple that crowned the pointy young jug was growing hard.
Liz cocked her head. The sounds of whipping and fucking rolled like surf in her ears. She watched, unable to control her own actions as her hand released her pliant boob and traveled down her stomach. She took in a sharp breath as her fingers tickled her flat belly. Then her fingertips brushed the white fabric that covered her virgin pussy mound.
Suddenly the hand slipped down and firmly clamped her pussy. She moaned, her head tipping back, her long brown hair cascading down over her shoulders.
A hot flush seeped into her cheeks. Her eyes snapped open. What was she doing? This was wrong! But she couldn't move her hand away from the bulge of her meaty cunt. It felt too good!
Miss Fletcher's butt was now a web of fine scarlet welts. She was writhing furiously, as if in hideous torment, her head thrashing from side to side, her girlish pigtails whipping about madly. Her arms pulled at the ropes that held them, as if in desperate attempts to break free. Yet every time the belt whistled down, her shapely ass rose eagerly to meet it, and when the preacher's cock surged forward into the paradise of her pussy, she thrust her butt back eagerly to impale her cunt on that marvelous pole of cock.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, Liz fumbled at the fly of her shorts. Even before she'd come to live with her uncle, she'd always been taught that sex was wrong, dirty, evil. But if being fucked by her uncle's huge prick was making Miss Fletcher feel as incredibly good as she obviously did – despite the agony of her well-whipped butt – it was something Liz wanted a share of right away!
And if her uncle the preacher was doing it, it couldn't be wrong!
They fly of the white shorts opened, revealing panties that were yellow, decorated with butterflies. She plunged a hand down between the elastic waistband of the panties and the soft flesh of her belly. The pubic hair surrounding the cunt bun felt rough and crisp beneath her sliding fingers. Then she felt the panties pull reluctantly from the slit of her cunt. The girl's pussy had begun to water with unfamiliar lust, and the freely flowing juices had caused the fabric to stick to the lips of Liz's cunt. The tips of her questing fingers brushed her clit.
'Ohh!' she cried. Her squeal of sheer joy at the utterly delicious delight that flashed through her cunt and spread out into her stomach in a warm glow of lust sounded as loud as a firecracker in her ears. She looked up, fearful that she'd been heard.
But the fucking pair not ten feet away continued with their orgy. They were facing the drawn venetian blinds that masked the window, opposite the doorway where Liz stood, shamefacedly fondling her pussy. The pole of her uncle's prick continued to slide in and out of his secretary's greedy cunt, and the belt kept punishing her upturned ass, without a break in their lustful tempo.
One of Miss Fletcher's bare feet was still pressed to the floor. Her other foot was waving in the air beyond Rogers' butt. The foot dipped and swirled in circles as her ass dipped and swirled around the meaty cock pistoning in and out of her gaping cunt.
A trickle of spittle ran from the side of Liz's red lipped mouth. She was completely in the grip of something she'd never experienced before – lust. Her fingers shook as she pried open the sticky lips of her pussy and thrust the first two fingers of her hand up the slurping tunnel of hot flesh.
The slick walls of her pussy passage closed around her fingers in a loving embrace. Cunt honey rolled in streams down her hand, but a sudden spasm of pain made her stop, her fingers only part-way buried in her pussy.
Her cherry was still intact, but that didn't slow her down for long. The side of her forefinger was pressed to the tip of her inflated clit. Every beat of her heart made the hot bud of flesh pulse against the finger, sending ecstasy sizzling through her pussy.
She was horny! And she loved it!
She began jamming her fingers into her pussy. If she couldn't stick them far up her cunt, she'd stretch her untried pussy walls another way! She got all four fingers crammed up her pussy before the passion that raged in her cunt took control, making her plunge her fingers in and out in imitation of her uncle's huge cock, which was still pistoning in and out of his secretary's juicy twat with ever-increasing speed.
'Ah! Ah! Ohh!' She threw her head back and wailed with delight. Her cries mingled with those of the tied-up secretary. Miss Fletcher was fucking herself single-mindedly on her employer's cock while her ass shook to the violent blows of his belt.
Sweat stood out in glassy beads on the preacher's forehead. One hand was on his waist, the other wielding his belt tirelessly. Each time the leather strap came hissing down to land on that vulnerable ass, a shock ran up his arm that seemed to jolt clear to his cunt-probing cock! The way the tender assflesh gave resiliently under the lash, then sprang back glowing-hot and ready for more, was almost as much of a delight as the way the walls of the blonde woman's pussy clutched at his stabbing cock.
His prick seemed to be inflating still more each time it plunged into the yellow-furred pussy. Miss Fletcher's splendid body grew tense with every stroke of the belt on her reddened ass. The increased pressure of the oily, flexible pussy muscles on his cock was sheer heaven.
Heaven! Yes, that was it! He was doing divine work. His luscious secretary was tormented by the demon lust, and he was doing no more than helping to purge her of her sinful imaginings!
Of course, quibblers might claim he was enjoying forbidden delights by fucking the tempting secretary while whipping her. Not so! By relieving her sexual tensions, and at the same time punishing her, he was cleansing her soul. His only pleasure came from knowing what good he was doing her immortal soul.
'Hmmmm,' he said, and ran his eight inches of prick between the woman's pussy lips yet again.
'Au! Yes! More! More of your cock, Father! And more of your belt!'
Miss Fletcher was delirious. Her ass felt as if it were on fire from the ceaseless lashings of the belt, and an inferno of a different kind raged in her pussy. Her boss' mighty cock was filling her cunt full of joy, a joy made more keen by the agony in her ass.
She deserved to suffer. She knew it. She was sinful. She'd always longed to seduce her father, and had compounded her sin by not having the nerve to do so. Preacher Rogers had shown her the way. His enormous cock was helping purge her of sin as surely as the belt scourging her ass. Sins were like foul water, he'd said. Bottling them up would only make them worse. They had to be let out!
She sucked in her stomach muscles, feeling her pussy tighten like a sleeve around the big cock slamming into it. Her sensitive pussy walls could feel the tall man's pulse hammering in his cock. The racing heart beat seemed to generate electricity in her well-fucked cunt, voltage that crackled through her veins from her wiggling toes to her scalp. Her bountiful jugs, flattened on the desk with her marble-like nipples squashed into the pillowy masses of her jugs, seemed especially charged with erotic energy.
Her foot kicked at the air. She felt her boss' hip rubbing the inside of her satiny thigh. His cock drew out of her pussy, causing a vacuum in her cunt that threatened to pull her slit inside out.
