With a screaming whir, the belt whipped down again. Just the head of Rogers' giant prick was trapped between the hungry lips of his secretary's pussy, and the shaft of his cock vibrated in the air between his groin and the golden-haired pussy. The thin leather strap landed, not across the ripe buttcheeks, but along the scarlet furrow between them.
Miss Fletcher's asscrack and crinkly asshole exploded with pain. Rogers stabbed his cock back into her pussy like a hot lance of steely prickmeat. She gasped as her pussy was filled with cock, her ass with agony.
'Ohhhhh!' Her scream rattled the blinds as she came, her boss' cock fully imbedded in her spasming cunt.
Fucking her own dripping pussy with fervid fingers, Liz Hall snapped out of her erotic haze at the lust-laden cry. She looked up in time to see her uncle thrust his cock up Miss Fletcher's cunt with sledge-hammer force.
The secretary shrieked again. 'You're coming! Oh, come in me! Fill my unworthy pussy with your spunk!'
Her fingers pumping in and out, her cunt a swamp of aromatic pussy sauces, Liz watched through a curtain of her own hair as her uncle fucked his cock back out of his secretary's cunt. The length of the prick was wet with gooey white jism. Then the cock fucked back into Miss Fletcher's pussy, squirting a spray of cunt juice and thick come down her thighs.
Then Liz's pussy went wild with an orgasm. Dancing lights of lust blotted out her sight as her lovely young body was gripped by the first climax of her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Miss Fletcher grunted with bestial passion as her employer's cock surged back up her cunt. Jism blasted from the tip of the monumental cock, rebounded off the far wall of her pussy and washed back along her cunt tunnel and the sides of the giant prick.
Rogers had dropped his belt. His fingers clutched great handfuls of tender assflesh, still hot from the whipping he'd given his secretary's lush butt. His cock bucked and jerked inside the woman's pussy as her cunt muscles sucked his come greedily from the slit of his cockhead.
Liz Hall was on her knees. One hand crushed a mound of titflesh through her blouse and brassiere; the other thrust all four fingers rhythmically in and out of her lust-swamped pussy. Pulse after hot pulse of pleasure filled her cunt and welled up to bathe her whole body in ecstasy as she finger-fucked herself to orgasm after orgasm.
Rogers gritted his teeth as he felt the last glob of come stored in his balls expanding the inner spunk tube of his cock as it thundered toward his pricktip and exploded into his pigtailed secretary's pussy.
'Oh, yes!' she whimpered as she felt the hot come spurt into her cunt. 'Your jism fells so good inside me!'
Her wet-walled pussy kept clutching at the buried prick for a long time after the tall man's come was exhausted. Rogers gasped, feeling the spasmodic pressure on his prick. Despite being out of jism, his cock throbbed with the aftershocks of orgasm for a half-dozen wild heartbeats.
At last the frenzy of climax calmed within the preacher. His head bent, and his lips moved soundlessly, as if he was in prayer. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the tied-up woman's glowing pink ass. The salty sweat stung her puffy, whipped assflesh, and Miss Fletcher gasped. Suddenly her pussy convulsed in yet another orgasm. The limp hose of her employer's prick was squirted out of her cunt in a spray of harsh smelling, cunt-juice diluted come.
'Oh, my ass hurts! It hurts so good!' she cried. Her butt wagged furiously back and forth as her naked pussy lips pulsated in orgasm, clenching at nothing, dripping strings of jism. 'I love it when you hurt me!'
Slowly Rogers took his hands off of his blonde secretary's ass. His lengthy cock dangled between his legs, dripping spunk and cunt oils on the threadbare carpet of his office.
'It is a good sign, my daughter,' he intoned. Then he sighed heavily and wiped the perspiration from his brow with the back of his hand. 'The work of the Lord is not easy. But I am not one to shirk my load – what's that?'
Panting like a steam engine, Liz was finally coming down from the heights of her first-ever orgasm. The frenzied pace at which her fingers had pumped in and out of her drooling pussy had slowed to a sweet, relaxed rhythm. Her hand was slippery, soaked with the lustful juices of her virgin pussy. She pressed her palm over her throbbing clit and sighed.
'What!' It was a voice like thunder from heaven. 'What is going on here? Oh, my God!' Liz looked up, cringing with fear.
Her uncle was standing over her, a look of horrified disgust on his face.
Rogers' expression quickly turned to anger. 'Harlot of Babylon! Is this what you have stooped to, you slut? Spying on your betters while you, engage in the filthy sin of self-abuse! Oh, the shame! The stain on the memory of my poor departed sister!'
Miss Fletcher turned her head to peer back over her shoulder. 'What's going on, Father?'
Rogers pointed a long, wrath fully trembling finger at his niece. 'This abandoned slut was watching as we… as we purged your lovely body of sin. And she was abusing herself while spying on us!'
Liz shook her head. Her thoughts spun uncontrollably. This was all wrong! Not that what her uncle was saying wasn't true – with her fingertips still resting against the slit of her satiated cunt, she could hardly deny that she'd been masturbating while watching her uncle fuck and beat his bound secretary. But was that so wrong? Considering what they were doing, it seemed mild that she'd rubbed her hot cunt to climax.
And besides, she thought, to describe stuffing her hungry young pussy full of her own stiffened fingers as 'self abuse' wasn't appropriate in the least! Fingerfucking her dripping cunt was anything but abusing it!
She tried to speak. No sooner had she opened her mouth than a stunning slap hurled her head backward. Then her uncle grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her feet.
She made no attempt to resist; she still didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she was in a lot of trouble.
Her uncle's thin blue-and-white-striped necktie was askew. He undid it, then caught hold of the girl's other hand. It was shiny and sticky with her rapidly drying cunt honey.
'Wanton!' Rogers shouted, smelling the aroma of cunt that wafted from her hand. 'You are besmeared with the waters of sip!'
'Owwww!' Liz protested loudly as her uncle brutally wrenched her arms around behind her back. He quickly bound her wrists together with the tie. She strained unsuccessfully to get loose, then looked at her uncle with wide, frightened eyes. 'What are you doing, Uncle Joseph?'
Another slap sent her reeling back. With her shorts and panties bunched down around her knees, she was effectively hobbled. She staggered, falling against a bookshelf filled with religious tracts.
Still tied face-down and totally nude on the preacher's broad oak desk, Miss Fletcher turned her head and looked at the teenager. There was concern on her lovely oval face.
'Oh, the poor girl,' the secretary said.
Liz's heart rose. Perhaps the blonde would convince her uncle to go lightly on her. She was scared of him; she'd never seen him this mad before!
Her hopes were dashed an instant later.
'Help her,' Miss Fletcher said to Rogers. 'Help her the way you helped me!'
Liz thought about the way her uncle had been 'helping' Miss Fletcher – the secretary's ass was still the ripe color of a desert sunset from the ceaseless attentions of his belt.
Her uncle approached her, glowering. His big cock seemed to have swollen once more until it was almost parallel with the floor. Liz stared at him without comprehension.
'I've let the flower of youth go too long untended,' the tall man said, 'and it's grown into a weed of sin and depravity. My error has been great.'
He reached out and hooked his fingers into the neck of his niece's blouse. She cried out shrilly as he pulled hard. Buttons popped off of her blouse to ricochet off the cinder-block walls.
