9 comments/ 68688 views/ 41 favorites Daughter of the Pastor By: Madabouthair A sleepy little hamlet near Cooperstown, New York in 1969. *** "Hello," Melody Burns said as she leaned on the sill of the open window of her bedroom and spoke to the the gardener who was walking past. "Didn't mean to scare you." "You didn't little girl," Sam Royal replied as he stopped to wipe his brow. "I seen you there watching me most of the morning." "Sorry. Kind of bored," Melody said. "I'm Melody." "Sam," the burly black man replied, squinting in at the redhead with the freckles around her pug nose and green eyes which were bright as the grass he had been cutting. "You the preacher's little girl?" "Yes sir." "How come you aren't in school? It over already?" "Yeah. Last week," Melody said. "And you're bored already?" "Yeah. I wish they would let me mow the lawn. Give me something to do, but I'm kind of a klutz," Melody shrugged. "Then I'd be out of a job," Sam said. "They will probably let you do it when you get older." "Older? I'm going to college in the fall." "College?" Sam said with a dubious expression on his face. "You one of them geniuses or something?" "I wish. I do okay though. Why?" "You look like a little kid is why," Sam said. "I'm 18," Melody sniffed. "Going to college in September and then next year I get to do missionary work for my sophomore year." "You a do-gooder like your folks, that right Melody?" Sam chuckled. "We try." "If you wanted to do real good you could get me a drink of water," Sam suggested. "Hot as blazes out here." "Sure Sam!" Melody chirped, and as she got up and went across her bedroom and out to the kitchen the gardener watched the skinny thing depart. "Wonder if the preacher and Momma know you walk around the house like that?" Sam mused as he got a glimpse at the pale legs exposed by the nightie Melody was wearing, and although she was wearing a bra under the nightie Sam thought he caught the bottom of her butt cheeks when she had turned the corner. "Damn," Sam sighed as the girl came back into the bedroom with the tumbler of water, and although the nightie came half way down her freckled thighs there were no panties under there because he got to see the shadow of what looked like a big red bush though the fabric. "Here Sam," Melody said as she reached down and handed the gardener the glass before sitting back down and putting her elbows on the sill. "Much obliged," Sam said as he took a drink and looked at the pale waif. "Doesn't look like you get much sun." "I burn easy," Melody said, shrugging her skinny shoulders. "I've heard redheads are like that," Sam said, his eyes twinkling as he nodded in her direction. "And you surely are a redhead." "Me?" Oh!" Melody said when she noticed he was nodding at the spray of burnt orange hair that sprouted out of her armpits and visible the way she was sitting. "You one of those hippie girls?" Sam leered. "Me? Lord no," Melody said. "Daddy would kill me. He says that we should stay as we were created." "That so? How come he doesn't have a beard then?" "Uh - I dunno. I think that's just for girls," Melody mumbled. "Oh," Sam said, and when he noticed the girl was blushing he added, "Didn't mean to embarrass you or anything - about your armpit hair. Matter-of-fact I think it looks sexy on you. Makes you look older." "It does?" Melody said and her hands squeezed her opposite elbows. "Girls used make fun of me in gym class though, a lot of them anyway." "Who cares? You won't see most of them ever again after you go to college," Sam said. "I guess." "You got a boyfriend?" "Me? No." "Daddy don't let you?" "Well, he would let me go on a date but the boy would have to come and get like interviewed or interrogated I think," Melody said with a giggle. "I think that scares them off. That plus I'm not all that good looking." "Nonsense, you're fine looking Melody. You mean if I wanted to go out on a date with you all I would have to do is talk to your Daddy?" "No silly. He wouldn't let me go on a date with you." "Oh, you mean because I'm black?" Sam suggested. "NO!" Melody said. "He isn't like that. None of us are. I was brought up to treat everybody the same, Negroes and..." "Negroes?" Sam chuckled. "Well, that's the word Daddy uses," Melody explained. "Kind of an out of date word. After all, I am black, right Melody?" Sam asked while extending his hand up to her. "Yes," Melody said softly, looking at the massive paw like he was King Kong ready to scoop her up. "It doesn't come off you know?" Sam mentioned. "You can touch it, unless you're afraid that it." "I'm not afraid," Melody countered and she reached out to prove it, putting her pale freckled hand onto the back of Sam's. "See?" "Look how different we are," Sam said as they looked at the hands on the window ledge. "My skin is so black, and yours is so pale and white - except for the freckles that is." Melody giggled loudly at that, and rubbed her fingers against his skin more to prove to the gardener that she wasn't as nervous as she really was. "Aw! You're so cute when you blush," Sam cooed. "Your skin is soft," Melody said as she let her hand slide up to his wrist. "Yours is too Melody," Sam replied as he reached over with his other hand and touched her freckled forearm, making the down stand up straight in response. "Your hairs are crinkly," Melody giggled as her hand went up a bit on his forearm. "Yours is soft as a cloud - what's the matter child? Ticklish?" "No," Melody said, shivering as the gardener's hand slid up the inside of her bicep and under her arm. "You like that baby?" Sam purred, stunned that not only was she letting him touch her that way but was leaning out the window to make it easier for him. "I guess I must. Sometimes I do that to myself - don't even realize I'm doing it. I just sit there and rub my thumb in the hairs because it feels nice," Melody admitted as she bit her lower lip after her confession. "You sure do have a lot of hair in that little hollow. You know, if I came in there I betcha I could rub it even better," Sam said, and that brought the girl back to earth, causing her to pull back. "Sorry. Shouldn't let you be doing that." "Did no harm girl. Now you were saying that boys that want to go out with you would have to talk to your Dad," Sam reminded her. "I would do that." "He would never and not because of your color either. He would say you're too old. He would never," Melody repeated, although he could see that the thought of it got to her. "I'm only 51. You're 18. Both of us are adults." "Wow. You're older than my Dad," Melody said. "You don't look it." "I'd look better all cleaned up," Sam said. "Kinda sweaty righ now." "I know," Melody said and watched as Sam took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, exposing an upper torso that was a little soft in the waist but broad and still pretty muscular in the chest, shoulders and arms. "Not bad for a old man, huh Melody?" Sam said as he noticed the girl staring at his body. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I shouldn't be - I mean you have work to do." "Your Daddy pays by the job not the hour, so my time is my own," Sam explained. "So if you were to invite me in, there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. We could talk and maybe do some more of that touching we were doing." "Why not?" Sam asked. "Didn't you like it? Seemed like you did. Or is it that you liked it too much? Did it make your tingly inside? I know it did me." "What's wrong honey?" "This isn't right," Melody said. "We shouldn't talking like this or touching. Especially the touching." "No law against it. No law against feeling good when somebody touches you either," Sam said. "Seems to me you liked it when I touched you, didn't you?" "Still not right." "It did feel good though, right? "The sins which lead most souls to hell are sins of the flesh," Melody said. "We all fight our demons on a daily basis." "By that look in your eyes when I was stroking your arm and telling you how pretty you were - well - it seemed liked you were losing that fight," Sam mused, and while Melody shrugged she said nothing in return. "Haven't you been with boys before?" "At school. Half the class were boys." "I mean doing other things. You know, things that boys and girls do." "Kissed a couple," Melody said. "That all?" "Yes." "Did you like it?" "I guess." "Never did anything else?" Sam asked, and when Melody showed a little hesitance in responding he pressed her. "You saying you never said to yourself, I'm tired of being goody-good and maybe I'm entitled to be a little naughty for once?" "You won't tell anybody, will you Sam?" Melody said. "Promise," Sam said as he leaned on the sill. "Last week after school let out I went into the woods behind the ballpark with Charlie Parks," Melody said. "You know him?" "Afraid not. A classmate of yours?" "Yes. Anyway he had these little bottles of liquor. I guess his father got them on a plane or something. Charlie had four and he gave me two." "You drink them?" "Yes but I shouldn't have because they tasted yucky and made me dizzy too," Melody explained. "After we drank them we started kissing and then he - took his thing out." "Oh. What did you do then?" Sam asked. "Can't believe I'm telling you this," Melody said. "It's okay. Did you suck on it?" "No!" Melody snapped. "I uh - you know?" "You jerked him off?" Sam said as he watched Melody make a circle with her thumb and finger while moving her hand up and down, and after she nodded he asked her if she liked doing it." "Yeah, I guess." "Did he cum? Did you keep jerking it until he shot?" "Yeah." "Then what?" "He," Melody started but stopped. "I can't." "Let me guess. He had you lift up your skirt - you wear those plaid ones as part of the uniform don't you? And then you pulled down your panties, right? You let him put his finger inside you?" Sam asked and Melody nodded. "Bet you both liked that," Sam whispered "That Charlie, did he like it when he saw how much hair you had down there?" "Huh? How..." "I could see it when you were bringing back the water for me. Nice big red bush you got down there on you Melody." "Omigod I didn't..." "Oh, I thought you were trying so show me how sexy you were," Sam said sadly. "No, I swear. I didn't know." "It's okay honey. Anyway, I liked your story. That Charlie. Did he want to do anything else with you?" "Yeah. He had a - you know - one of those rubbery things that he wanted to put it on his thing and put it in me but I wouldn't and he got mad. "He the only boy you ever touched?" "Yes." "Tell me about his thing. He have a big one?" "I dunno," Melody shrugged. "Seemed like it to me." "Want to see mine?" Sam asked. "No." "You sure?" Sam asked. "You wouldn't have to touch it or anything. Just looking would be fun, and maybe you could lift up to nightie to let me get a look at how hairy you are down there." "Can't." "Maybe take off your bra to so I could see your breasts?" "No. No way." "I don't care if they're little. Heck, more than a mouthful is a waste." "I can't." "Because I'm black?" "No, I swear. I just can't." "Well can I come in to use the bathroom then?" Sam asked. "Just to take a leak?" "I guess. I'll let you in." *** Sam was already waiting at the kitchen door when Melody appeared, and as she brought him down the hall the gardener could see her pert little butt which was clearly visible through the nightie. "There it is," Melody said as she pointed into the room. "Sure got a lot of freckles, don't you Melody?" Sam asked as he looked down at the galaxy that covered her back and shoulders. "I guess," Melody said as she reached around the corner and flicked on the light before turning to go back to her room. "Melody, you don't have to go," Sam said as he entered the bathroom and headed to the toilet, reaching down and lifting the seat. "I'm not shy. You can watch if you want. I don't mind." "Can't," Melody said, but to Sam's surprise while she leaned away from the doorway she kept her head clearly in sight. "You want to watch. I can tell, just like you want me to touch you some more." "No I don't." "Nothing wrong with what you're feeling child," Sam explained. "I was young once myself. You got feelings going through you that you can't explain and can't control. It's part of growing up. All that wiggling and squirming you've been doing while we was talking and touching? It's the woman in you trying to get out." "No. You're wrong," Melody said but didn't move. Sam smiled and undid his belt before letting his work pants drop to his ankles, and after looking over to see if Melody was still there he unsnapped his boxers and let them drop down as well, making sure he was angled a little bit towards the door. Sam tried to pretend that he didn't hear the gasp that came from the girl and calmly gave his flaccid cock a couple of long slow pulls before glancing back over. "Takes a while for me to get started," Sam said but Melody's eyes were fixated on what he was now letting hang down toward the bowl. "There we go. Ah!" As the yellow stream blasted out and then was reduced to a trickle and then a dribble, Sam wiggled the hose to dry the tip before asking if Melody would like to shake it for him, but she shook her head and turned down the hall to her room. "Heh heh heh," Sam chortled before he flushed the toilet and stepped out of the clothes that were around his ankles, and after he washed and dried his hands he went down the hall in the direction Melody had gone. *** "Hope you wanted me to follow you," Sam said when he found Melody by the dresser in her bedroom, and when he looked at his reflection in the mirror Melody was next to, he got a look at himself the way she was seeing him. Sam sucked up his little belly a bit at that image but he knew that wasn't what Melody had been looking at. "No. You shouldn't be in here. My Mom..." "She never comes home until later with your father," Sam said, having become familiar with their schedule over the years. "Nothing to be afraid of. I'm no different that Charlie, right? I mean besides him being white probably, correct?" "No. His - thing - it had a head on it," Melody mumbled. "Huh?" Sam said, wondering what that church school was teaching about anatomy. "Oh. No child, see?" Sam grabbed his penis and slid the foreskin back, exposing the glans that was plum-like in both size and hue, with the wrinkled skin that had been hiding it being coal black in contrast. "It's called a foreskin, and sometimes people get that snipped off their kids after they're born, like your friend did I guess," Sam said. "Didn't they teach you that in school?" "No." "Well, outside of that I guess we're the same, right?" Sam said, knowing that wasn't likely to be the case. "No." "Well then tell me what the other difference is "No - yours is bigger," Melody said. "Way longer and fatter, and yours - yours isn't even hard yet is it? It gets even bigger then, right?" "A little," Sam said but that was the truth because even though his cock was still pointing downward it was already somewhat aroused and wouldn't get much longer than the 9 or so inches it was just then. "You want to see it get hard Melody?" "Sure you do honey," Sam said in ignoring the timid shake of her head. "If you want to see what it looks like when it gets hard, just lift up your nightie a little for me." "That's it - a little higher," Sam was saying after a minute or two of a stalemate before Melody took the hem of the garment and lifted it up slowly, and by the time she had raised it to her belly button and had exposed the entire wild jungle of burnt-orange hued hair that guarded her sex, he was fully aroused. "So pretty," Sam said as he reached down with his fist and stroked his erection. "Now why don't just pull that nightie off and take of the bra too. You want to show me those titties of yours. I like them little ones." "That's it honey," Sam whispered as Melody lifted the nightie up and then unhooked her bra, exposing her perky breasts that were mostly puffy aureolas and nipple. "Oh darling, you're so beautiful." "I'm scared," Melody sobbed as Sam came up to her and gave her a hug while keeping his erection off to the side. "I know honey," Sam said as he took her freckled hand and brought it down to his cock, and he could feel her fingers shake as she lightly held him like she was scared it would break. "Nothing to be scared of though. Feel it throbbing in your hand?" "Yes," Melody said, her whisper shaking like her body as Sam kissed the top of her head before bending lower. The gardener bent down and kissed Melody's right nipple before letting his lips slide down to almost take the entire breast in his mouth before repeating it with the other side. "Oh child you're so wet," Sam gasped as his hand went down and his fingers raked through the dense thicket. "I can't - don't know how to do..." "Nothing to know. Let Sam take care of you," he said as then lifted the woman/child up and set Melody on her back in the bedding before parting her skinny thighs and lowering his face into the untrimmed forest. Sam's mouth burrowed into the soggy bush until his tongue found the opening. He ate out that virgin pussy and felt the girl squirm and writhe around the bed while the scream that accompanied her orgasm filled the little room, and as her skinny legs flailed in the air she knew he was going to end up doing what he had no intention of doing originally when he started work that day. "Got to have you child," Sam heard himself saying as he climbed up to his knees and rubbed his cock where his tongue had just been. "It's too big - it really is! It hurts," Melody was sobbing as Sam tried the force the bulbous knob into what felt like the eye of a needle. "OW! Please don't hurt me!" "It's okay - it'll all be over in a second," Sam gasped just before the crown of his member popped into Melody, and he tried to cover her mouth with his own to stifle the unearthly howl that came out when the membrane that had served her well and kept her pure for 18 years gave in under the pressure of his massive organ. Sam's husky, sweaty body held the girl as she slowly recovered from the initial shock of it all, and when she seemed better he raised up a little. "There - better now right?" Sam said. "Still hurts - don't put it all in," Melody gasped. "It's not honey. Just have the tip in," Sam swore, and when he looked down he was right because most of his cock was outside the bush, which was covered with the evidence of what he had done. "Gonna feel good soon. I swear." "Oh oh oh," Melody was grunting as each little thrust worked his cock a little deeper into still virgin territory, and he tried to be gentle while letting the teen get used to the totally new experience. "You cumming Melody?" Sam asked a couple minutes later when her hands dug into his biceps and her eyes bugged out, and then she was arching her back and squealing while her pussy convulsed around his cock. "Omigod!" Melody cried out less than a minute after her first orgasm ended because she was cumming again and then she was yet cumming again not long after, her thrashing so violent that that Sam had all he could do to keep her on the bed. "No more please," Melody was whimpering. "It really hurts now." "Okay child, but it was good for you?" Sam asked as he slowed his thrusts while sliding almost all of his cock into Melody. "Yes," she said with a wince and after she nodded and repeated "yes," he then asked if she was mad as him. Daughter of the Pastor: Mother Sam Royal scrubbed the parts of his body just as he had been instructed, washing his face, hands and privates before splashing a little water under his arms and then drying off while looking at his reflection in the mirror. Sam felt every bit of his 51 years, although that wasn't the way he felt when he was in this very same bathroom a few hours ago. At that time he felt as young as the 18 year old daughter of the preacher he was about to deflower, even though that wasn't his intention when he arrived to do the landscaping at the residence of Pastor Burns. Things had happened though, and after he took the redhead's cherry Melody's mother had appeared unexpectedly, acting as outraged as he knew she had a right to be. The anger turned out to be just a show because not only wasn't he fired, Sam was getting a promotion of sorts if Lily Burns was to be believed. "You want to find out where Melody got her freckles and plenty of that red hair from? I already know you don't mind the hair. I'm a 50 year old version of Melody only a lot taller, not as tight in some places, and a double D cup instead of a training bra." Lily had said as she turned around and headed down the hall. "If you're interested it's the bedroom opposite the one you messed up." Sam was interested even if he feared that maybe Lily Burns wouldn't take kindly to being turned down if he passed on the chance. Just as shy little Melody had been too much to resist, her mother had an appeal to the gardener that was hard to fight, not that he put up much of an effort. Lily wasn't as cute as her daughter, with her features not nearly as soft and her looks and mannerisms not innocent in the least but maybe that was the appeal of this older woman. Sam had always thought of her as a stiff and starched stereotype of the typical preacher's wife, and right on through her walking in and seeing the blood of her formerly virgin daughter on the sheets and his cock she had played that part to the fullest. Afterward though with Lily sending her daughter to work at the church's food pantry for the rest of the day, she had changed. Maybe it wasn't a change though. Maybe this was the way Lily Burns really was after all and the prudish Lily Burns was just a front. The way she had talked out at the kitchen table - earthy and vulgar in her talking about the most private parts of his body without so much as blinking - and the way she had bent over to show the gardener an outrageous cleavage that he had no idea existed? That seemed real, as did her seeming contempt for her husband when she had spoken of him during their candid chat. She wanted this, Sam mused as he pulled on his semi-turgid cock and looked at the admittedly ugly hunk of flesh that went halfway to his knees, the shape of the plum-sized head clear through the long foreskin that hung lower that the musky sac that to his surprise and delight was going to be called on to provided the juice once again today. "You're gonna get it too, Lily," Sam mumbled as he turned off the bathroom light and headed to the master bedroom. *** Lily had her back to Sam and was bending over while looking in a drawer of the bedroom dresser for something when Sam got there. Unlike Melody, Mom was a long and lean woman who was only a couple inches shorter than the burly 6'1" Sam Royal, and her legs were long and not particularly shapely. Her hips were a tad wide but her ass was rather small, and as she bent over the gardener smiled saw that burnt orange fur that grew up the crack of her ass. There wasn't very much that was shapely about the woman, although she was in better shape that any 50 year old had a right to be because there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on her from what Sam could see. He mused that maybe she could even use a few extra pounds on that backside as well as some flesh on her stork-like legs, but then she was closing the drawer and turning around while ending his backside appraisal. "Son-of-a-bitch," Lily Burns said, and Sam muttered something as well as they stood at opposite ends of the bedroom like it was going to be some kind of duel between gunfighters, with each of them staring at the other's weapons. "The fucking thing looks even bigger now." "You saw it spent last time, but I'm a little excited right about now," Sam mumbled as Lily stared without blinking at his cock while his eyes stared at the biggest tits he had even seen outside of Juggs magazine. "You like?" Lily said with a smile while her long immaculately manicured fingers cupped her breasts, which so dominated her skinny frame that it seemed they could not be real, except they obviously were even though they made her so top-heavy that it was a miracle her posture always was as rigid as it had seemed. Lily's pale pendulous breasts hung down to her waist with their sheer size sending them that way, but they weren't sagging so much as they were just huge and had nowhere else to go. Her nipples were pale pink bullets that were centered on aureolas that were bigger than drink coasters. Her breasts were milky white and the freckles that covered her shoulders, arms and neck made them look even more pale in contrast. "Them's some incredible breasts," Sam said as he wondered whether her daughter's little buds would look like that in three decades, although that seemed impossible, and as he pictures the bland woman who passed the collection baskets at church each week he added, "Don't know how you always hide all of that woman come Sundays, much less keep from tipping over." "Don't think much of the congregation would care much for them but I can tell you do," Lily cooed as she looked down and watched the gardener's cock making little lurches upward like it was being lacked up until it was almost pointing at the preacher's wife. "And they're called tits." "Tits," Sam said as he reached down and took his cock in his fist and stroked it a couple of times, letting the foreskin expose the bulbous knob of his manhood before letting it go. "Not used to your dirty talk, but I like it." "Anybody even deep throat that horse cock of yours?" Lily said while motioning Sam to close the door and come in. "Hell no," Sam said as he went over to Lily who was meeting him halfway, his eyes straying to the wild triangle of burnt-orange hair that overflowed the delta between her bony hips, the hue of the fur a bit darker than Melody's had been. "Don't remember anybody ever trying though." "I don't mind failing but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try," Lily sighed as she gracefully went to her knees and grabbed the dark black monolith in her hands, pumping the shaft and licking the head that was like a plum in size and color. "Fucking son-of-bitch!" Sam cried out as he watched Lily's mouth slide down the shaft while her face strained as if she was trying to swallow his cock and then winced when he realized what he had said to the preacher's wife. "Sorry." "What about?" Lily snorted after she let her mouth slide back off of his cock, her saliva showing that while she hadn't gotten it all down her throat she had slicked up about 7 or 8 inches of it with her spit. "Don't be a gentleman Sam. I get enough of that shit here as it is. Talk like I was your slut. Your whore. It turns me on to hear it as much as I like saying it." After spitting that out Lily's mouth swooped down on his member again and didn't stop until the tip of his dick hit her throat, and then as if his glans had tripped a switch she was like a machine. "Oh yeah," Sam said as he ran his hand through Lily's hair and then tried to see how serious she was about that dirty talk. "Suck that big black cock you slut. Lick my balls." Lily did just that, yanking his cock upright and licking the crinkly haired sac before popping the smaller nut in her mouth and seeming to try and suck the sweaty orb right off his body. "Nasty bitch," Sam cackled as he grabbed his cock from her and smacked Lily on the top of her head while she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye and a caustic mouth. "Not dealing with a kid anymore, you black bastard," Lily said defiantly with a grin that indicated to Sam that she was kidding, sort of. "You're with a woman now. Think you're man enough to handle my pussy?" "You'll find out when you're begging for mercy in a little while," Sam chuckled. "That preacher's pussy will never be the same after I rip that thing up." "Talk is cheap you Mandingo motherfucker," Lily said as she jumped up and threw herself onto the bed and spread her legs wide to expose the furry valley that wasn't as densely thatched as her daughter's but was impressive nonetheless. "Show me what you've got." Sam took the two steps needed to reach the bed and climbed between the long spindly thighs, and when Lily made it clear that there wasn't going to be any foreplay by clawing at his shoulders to pull up to her, the gardener moved up and after stroking his cock through the hairy opening that was dripping wet he pushed in. "How you like it now?" Sam cackled as he forced his cock into an opening that was close to being as tight as Melody's had been, but while Lily's initial response was a scream she not only took it but pulled him closer as her nails dug into his back. "That all you have?" Lily spat at him, her eyes blazing as she wrapped her legs around his ass. "You fuck like a preacher. Fuck my cunt like you mean it or don't waste my time." What followed was nothing approaching lovemaking. It was more a primitive mating, with the two tearing at each other savagely as they drove the mattress half off of the box spring. When they kissed they were almost swallowing each other's tongues as their wet bodies, covered with each other's sweat and saliva, slammed together with the slapping of flesh echoing like thunder in the room. "Cum you slut!" Sam screamed as he held Lily's shoulders down when she seemed to be levitating off of the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as only the whites of her eyes were no visible "Fuck!" Lily howled as her pussy convulsed around his manhood and every vein and muscle in her long slender neck was visible with the arching of her back but her orgasm did nothing to calm her down but seemed to inflame her even more. The two ended up tumbling off the bed soon after, with Sam able to take the brunt of the fall for both of them when they slipped off the sliding mattress by landing on his back, but Lily seemed more upset that they had become uncoupled than the tumble. "Shit!" Lily cried with eyes blazing as she scrambled up to straddle the gardener while frantically trying to impale herself with his thick manhood, and when she lowered herself down on the huge cock roughly she howled, "Fuck. Fuck me!" "Gonna cum!" Sam said when after a couple of minutes of the preacher's wife riding him like he was a bull he could hold back no more, the sight how Lily's over-sized jugs rolling around above him as he struggled to grab them becoming too much. "Wait you fucker!" Lily screamed as her eyes practically popped out of her skull. "Wait... wait...argh!" Mercifully Lily's pussy signaled her orgasm just as Sam let loose, his cock spurting inside of the preacher's wife like a geyser while she contorted in some crazed dance on him until he went limp in her. "Damn," Lily groaned as she collapsed on top of Sam, his cock slithering out of her as they embraced for a minute before Lily announced, "You were good - really good. I like the cuddling but let's get this bed back together first." They got to their feet and after Sam righted the mattress Lily threw the sheets on it and fell into the pile of bedding. "Sheets have to be changed anyway. Just relax for now," Lily said. "Although you are going to have to leave before much longer I'm afraid. Too bad. I could go for some more." "Wow. All I can say is you got more energy than I do," Sam exclaimed as he rolled up next to Lily and put her hand on her breast which was still an impressive sight even with her on her back. "That's right, you've been fucking all day," Lily said with a smirk. "I won't ask who was better, although I'm tempted." "You were both special," Sam said as his hand slid over her slippery skin and kneaded the doughy jug. "A politician," Lily chuckled. "The preacher is a lucky man," Sam offered. "You don't think what we just did is what usually goes on here do you?" Lily said. "Nothing but missionary in the dark with a lot of faking thrown in, and after Robert screws me - well let's just say that unlike then my pussy is aching right now. Don't apologize either. It aches good." "I'm a hurting puppy myself," Sam admitted, his back reminding him that he was not a spring chicken any more in other parts of his body even though the cock was working fine. "Sorry about that," Lily said as the gardener toyed with the long sparse hairs in her unshaven armpit. "I don't know if Melody explained but..." "She said people here have to remain like you were created, or at least the women do," Sam said. "Don't bother me none either way." "I'm used to it. Poor Melody though," Lily said. "She's so hairy and these days aren't like when I was her age. She gets teased so, but I bet that when she goes away to college she'll start shaving." "She's gonna be cute either way I suspect," Sam concluded. "Thursday," Lily said. "You busy?" "Always busy," Sam said as Lily rolled over and toyed with his nipple before rubbing the soggy curls on his chest. "What did you have in mind?" "More of the same, if you're interested that is," Lily said, looking at him as his nibbled at the curls under his muscular arm. "Supposed to rain Thursday anyway," Sam said as Lily's hand reached down and grabbed his flaccid cock by the stump and flopped it around. "You like it in the ass Sam?" Lily asked, and when she saw the look on his face she quickly added, "I mean giving not taking." "Only did it once," Sam said. "I liked it fine but the girl..." "I'm not a girl Sam," Lily added. "And that stuff I was saying while we were going at it?" "I liked it fine," Sam assured her. "I had fun saying the stuff and really liked you using that language. It was so - unexpected." "I've managed to master the art of being the pastor's wife in the real world while being the filthy whore in the bed, although I don't get many chances to do it anymore," Lily confided. "I meant how you felt about the other stuff though. The Mandingo and the black bastard? I didn't use the other word though. hate that word." "Didn't bother me," Sam said. "Hell, even if you used the n-word - hell I been called it in anger boatloads of times so it wouldn't bother me to hear it in passion." "Just the same, I think I'll stick with the other words," Lily said with a laugh. "Although Robert would frown on anything but Negro. And you, well you can feel free to call me a white bitch or a preacher's cunt." "Is that right you big titted slut?" Sam asked while pawing her massive globe. "You ever have anybody fuck you between these jugs?" "Put it on your list for Thursday, you horse-cocked motherfucker," Lily exclaimed but as she started pulling on Sam's cock in earnest she looked over at the clock. "Shit. No time." "I suppose I can wait," Sam said as they climbed off of the bed, and as he watched Lily go over and get fresh sheets he motioned at her pussy. "You're going to drip on the floor." "Good grief," Lily said as she looked down at the semen hanging off the hair around her pussy. "You come in quarts." Sam offered to help make the bed but Lily shooed him away, mentioning that Melody would be home soon and if she saw him in her parents bedroom it might be tough to explain. "Have to get my equipment loaded in the truck anyway," Sam said as he went around to kiss the preacher's wife on the cheek, but she turned and gave him a kiss that was far more fitting given the circumstances. "Take your vitamins Sam," she said. "And I'll buy the lube." Sam Royal got his equipment together and was about to leave when he saw a timid wave and a familiar face in the bedroom window. Melody. "Hi Sam," Melody said. "You still working?" "Just finished darling. How are you?" "Sore," Melody said while making a face. "But happy too. I was tired of being the good girl all the time. Did Mom yell at you?" "Oh yeah," Sam said with a chuckle. "She's a yeller alright, but we're okay now. Her bark is worse than her bite." As he said that Sam made sure his shirt was covering the teeth marks Lily had left on his collarbone, and then asked Melody how things went at the food pantry. "Okay, Umm... I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over Thursday," Melody said shyly, but then as Sam started to panic when he thought about a previous engagement here the teen added, "but Mom told me I have to work at the food pantry all day Thursday." "You really wanted me to come over?" "Sure, you know. To talk," Melody said and then blushed and lowered her face as she added. "And stuff." "You nasty girl," Sam whispered. "I thought you said you were sore?" "I am but, anyway it's not as bad as it was," Melody admitted. "It will probably feel a lot better by then. You know, I really liked doing what we did." "I sure did too girlie," Sam said with a wink while adding, "You're the sexiest little thing I ever saw." "You will come back next Tuesday right Sam?" "Correct little girl," Sam said. "I'm here every Tuesday around 10." "Mother and father leave around 8:30," Melody explained. "If you wanted to come by earlier, like around 8:31..." "People in the neighborhood usually don't like to hear mowers going that early," Sam told the petite redhead. "Of course, I could hold off on the lawn work until the normal time. That way I could come in and we could - what did you say - talk?" "Yeah, and stuff," Melody giggled. "Nasty. That way I wouldn't be all sweaty when we - talked." "I don't care about that," Melody said. "Next Tuesday then? Can't wait." "Me neither child," Sam said as he waved and started to go. "Sam?" came the whisper from the window, and when the gardener turn he saw Melody take a step back and lift her blouse along with pulling her bra up to show him her perky little titties again. "Don't forget about me." "Nasty girl," Sam chortled as he kept looking until Melody lowered her blouse, and only then did he wave and depart. "Crazy family," Sam muttered to himself. "Redheads must all be crazy." *** thank you for reading I have written more of these people but since the rest will be much different that this and likely will not be for everybody I am keeping it separate if I submit it at all. Thanks. Daughter of the Pastor: Pastor READER ALERTS... without giving the whole story up let me just explain that this story could go into at least 7 categories; Interracial, Fetish, Loving Wives, Mature, Exhibitionist, Anal, Erotic Couplings. It's a sequel to "Daughter of the Pastor" and the sequel to that one with the tag "Mother" added to that one. Please look at the story tags attached to this and decide whether this is a tale you wish to read. There is probably something to offend and excite everybody. *** Sam Royal watched the ceiling fan spin from his prime position beneath it as he reclined on his back, hands linked behind his head while the woman whose house it was cuddled up next to him. Lily Burns had snuggled up next to him just as she often did after they had made love, although to Sam the acts hardly qualified as lovemaking in the manner he knew it. The preacher's wife made love almost a sadistic ritual and their physical couplings were unlike anything the gardener had ever experienced in his 51 years, and considering the woman involved was only a year younger than him made it all the more remarkable. This had been going on for over three months, ever since the wife of Pastor Robert Burns had burst into her daughter's bedroom just in time to see him naked right after he climbed off her diminutive daughter. Mrs. Burns had been furious at the sight of their gardener's semen oozing like lava out of the very hairy pussy of the 18 year old, but Sam soon learned that the anger had been an act for daughter Melody's benefit. Now Sam was spending a couple of afternoons each week in the bed of Robert and Lily Burns, where the gardener and the preacher's wife would maul each other while Lily would take filthy talk to levels that even made Sam blink at times. Melody was now off to college, but for the last few weeks of summer he had been servicing both of the Burns' women since after breaking her cherry Melody had become just as interested in sex as her Mom. The two redheads, as different physically as could be besides the freckles and the red hair, had provided Sam with a great variety but he was just as happy when Melody went off to college because her mother was enough to keep him exhausted. "When I get back in here I want it up the ass," Lily Burns announced as she rolled off of the mattress and stretched, her long and lanky body all arms and legs except for the ludicrously over-sized breasts which dominated her otherwise willowy frame. "If you're man enough to get it up again that is." "Don't worry about me Red," Sam countered. "I'll rip up that hairy hole as hard as I did that pussy of yours." After Lily went to the bathroom Sam was glad that she was more like her usual nasty self, since earlier that day she seemed a bit reserved which was unlike her usual bawdy self. Nothing at all like the prim and proper preacher's wife who passed the collection plates every Sunday of course, but still a bit off. The nasty Lily Burns was back in force when she returned to the love nest, pausing in the doorway as provocatively as a 50 year old woman could. She cupped her enormous breasts, squeezing the doughy globes while looking at her lover who was reclining comfortably on the bedding. "I was hoping to see that anaconda of yours stiff when I got back," Lily said as her fingers raked through the very wide triangle of burnt orange hair that surrounded her sex, a bush that while not as densely thatched as her daughter's covered a far greater area. "That's your job, you pig," Sam replied, using the language that Lily enjoyed. "You know what Sam likes to enjoy before I stick my cock into that bony butt of yours." "What's that, you black bastard?" Lily countered. "Don't you want this?" Lily turned around, bent over and spread the little pale cheeks of her ass exposing the hair ringed balloon knot that seemed elastic in its ability to take Sam's huge member without complaint. "Get that preacher's whore's ass of yours over here in bed," Sam said. "Lay on your back so I can sit on your face." "The other way," Lily said as she crawled around and let the gardener straddle her skull. "That's it, you pig," Sam sighed as he plopped his cock onto the flaming red locks of her scalp and felt her tongue licking up from under his balls on the way to his anus. "Stinking fucking ass," said Lily in a muffled voice as Sam hovered over her face. "And you love it too!" Sam snapped as the tongue bathing his puckered ring proved that claim valid. "Get that tongue deep into my ass you slut." Already Sam's cock was reacting to the rimming the preacher's wife was giving his anus, and as he looked at their reflection in the dresser mirror his hand went to his cock, stroking the long thick tube which was already beginning to arch upward. Lily was trying to reach up around from underneath him to try and grab his cock but he slapped her freckled hand away and told her to keep sucking his ass until he said he had enough. Lily would be lubed already, Sam knew, because she liked to do that herself in the bathroom. She liked to really pack in the lube so she would be primed and ready for him, and now he was ready for her. "Get on all fours you dog," Sam barked, stifling an urge to chuckle at his words even though he knew they excited Lily. "Tell me what you want." "Want that horse cock of yours in my ass," Lily snapped as he got on all fours and talked back at Sam over her bony shoulder. "I want it all and want it hard and fast too. Don't give me no preacher fuck either, gardener. Rip my bowels apart if you can, although I don't know if you got it anymore." "Nobody can fuck you like me and you know it." "Maybe trade you in for a younger model." Lily said as Sam rubbed the tip of his uncut tool against her fury hole. "A young buck - maybe one with a bigger dick." "My ten inches not enough for you no more?" Sam asked. "Quit talking Mandingo. You're putting me to sleep!" "This will wake you up bitch!" Sam spat out as he pushed the head of his cock into the tight anus of the preacher's wife, and as she howled he pressed further in until he had impaled her with most of his swollen organ. "How you like me now?" Sam cried out as he grabbed Lily's flaming red scalp and yanked it back, looking at her strained features in the mirror as he started to pump into that greased hole hard. "Fuck!" Lily growled in return, her pendulous breasts swaying wildly beneath her as the bed started jumping. "Fuck that pale ass like you mean it!" Sam sometimes wished their was a camera on them because it must be something to see, if being a part of it was any indication. The two middle-aged people; a gardener whose pleasant personality and country gentleman manners and mannerisms made him a popular businessman even in this very un-diverse community, and the starched and stuffy appearing wife of Pastor Burns who you couldn't imagine saying shit if she had a mouthful, together in this brutal coupling. That was part of the allure and the appeal, Sam felt, so he not only played along he took it to the limit if there even were such a thing. He grunted and snarled like an animal as he tried to fuck the woman off the bed, his eyes bulging as his sweat flew all over the pale and freckled back below him. "Harder!" Lily screamed as their skin slapped together, her eyes showing nothing but white and Sam leaned over her, his hands slapping and groping her tits and even yanking the hairs in her unshaven armpits as he felt his orgasm rising. Sam fought the feeling as Lily began babbling - maybe speaking in tongues - until he could hold back no longer. He let out a barrage of curses and insults until his cock surged, sending a series of spurts deep into Lily's bowels as Lily's spindly arms gave out and she went back first into the bedding. "Uh - uh - uh," Sam groaned as his cock kept spurting until he went dry, and only then did he slowly retract his spent organ out of Lily's savaged anus as he straightened up. Sam had felt squeamish the first time he looked down at where his cock had been, but since then he had started to relish the erotic sight of Lily's anus in these moments just after, when the gaping hole looked nothing like the tiny puckered ring it was before and would be again in seconds. Then Sam was reaching down under Lily's arms and lifting her up, first to the position she had been with her arms supporting her and then pulling her back until she was kneeling upright as he was. "That was so good, babe," Sam said as he wrapped his arms around her skinny frame while nuzzling into her neck, his bear-like paws sliding all over Lily's massive tits which were drenched in sweat. "Sorry Sam," Lily said as her body coiled from the kisses on her shoulders and neck. "Sorry?" Sam asked, confused for a moment until he looked ahead like Lily was, not to the dresser mirror but to the walk-in closet next to it and the door of it that was now wide open. "Oh shit." *** Much like his reaction when Lily Burns had appeared in Melody's bedroom after her deflowering, Sam didn't move but just stood there frozen as he saw the person in the doorway of the closet who was staring very poker-faced at the two of them. Pastor Robert Burns didn't look all that different than he did at the pulpit on Sunday, Sam would reflect later, and that was remarkable considering what the preacher was looking at. Not a large congregation of the devout and the bored, but just two people. The man that did the grounds keeping of the church and his residence, and the woman who had been married to him for over two decades. Lily, for her part, had only slumped back into Sam and put her hands over Sam's which were still on her breasts as they knelt there. After a moment Pastor Burns stepped into the room and slid the door closed behind him before walking toward the bed, in his hand something black and shiny. "We must talk," the preacher said as he reached the foot of the bed and set the book on the bedding before motioning for the two to sit at the edge of the bed while extending his hands. "But first..." Sam bowed his head as Lily's husband did the same, taking Sam's hand in his left while grasping Lily's in his right, and as the three prayed Sam glanced over at his lover, who rolled her eyes before beginning to mumble along with her husband. Sam almost wished that the guy had taken a swing at him, or almost as if the book in his hand had been a gun because at least that he could understand. This? This was just plain weird, with Lily sitting there with her breasts hanging down almost to her thighs and him sitting bare-assed with his flaccid dick probably still dripping onto the carpet. "We have much to discuss," Pastor Burns said after letting go of their hands and going over to pull the corner chair over to face them. "Can I get dressed?" Sam said. "How much time have you spent in my bedroom dressed?" the preacher asked. "Not much," Sam admitted. "And just for my own curiosity, how many afternoons have you spent in here with my wife?" Robert Burns asked. "And when did this start?" "Uh - maybe 20-25 times, since June 30th," Sam replied. "June 30th, that was the day I take it." "The first time? Yes Pastor." "I meant more the other," Robert Burns responded, and after exchanging glances with his wife added, "I take it that my wife hasn't spoken to you yet." "About what sir?" "About Melody." "Melody?" Sam said, getting another kick in the gut when he realized that he also knew about his affair with his daughter. "Yes. I can tell by your expression that this will be news to you," Pastor Burns said. "Melody, you see, is with child." "WHAT?" Sam bellowed, his eyes darting back and forth to both of Melody's parents. "Yes, Melody just learned that she is pregnant." "But I can't - I mean, I'm not able to," Sam sputtered. "Then what we have her is truly a miracle, or at least something that indicates that there has been some sort of intervention here. In any event, while this was a shock to me of course, I also take it as a blessing." "Poor girl," Sam mumbled as Lily put her hand on his shoulder. "She's a bit shocked of course," Pastor Burns agreed. "But she will carry on with her studies for at least the rest of the semester, and I have made arrangements for her to finish her first year over the summer after giving birth and she will go on missionary work for her sophomore year just as planned. "To Africa," the preacher declared with a smile. "Fitting in a way that the child will get to experience the homeland of her father's fathers in Mother Africa." "Homeland?" Sam muttered. "I come from New Jersey." "Now after I found out my baby was with child, I asked Lily how this could have happened and she related the story of how she had come upon you two after you deflowered Melody," Pastor Burns said as his eyes went to the over-sized cock that swayed between the gardener's legs as he sat in from of him. "Lily told me that what happened was not the result of force or coercion but a mutual attraction that culminated in the taking of Melody's virtue," Pastor Burns said. "Yes sir, although I shouldn't have..." "We are all sinners, Sam," he interrupted. "The power of evil cannot be underestimated and we are all helpless at times. Melody was no different than anybody else, and I understand that Negroes are an extremely sexual race as well." "I dunno about that," Sam said. "Lily also told me about your rather unique physical endowment as well," Pastor Burns continued without hesitating. "When I asked her how she knew of this, figuring that perhaps Melody had spoken of it, she confessed that she too had experienced you. Frankly I thought she was exaggerating, but having witnessed you today, let's just say I'm a believer." "You knew he was watching us?" Sam asked Lily who nodded as she shrugged. "This time," Lily admitted. "Not the other times." "You see, one of my parishioners happened to mention that my landscaper seemed to have been spending an inordinate amount of time here," Pastor Burns explained. "This was at the end of summer before Melody went away to college, and I assume at this point you were servicing both of them." "I saw your truck out there one day and none of the equipment was in use, so I came into the house to see exactly what was going on," he continued. "I was being quiet about it, but I could have come in with a marching band and not have been noticed, the way you two were carrying on. And the language? I couldn't believe it." "That's when Robert decided to hide in the closet," Lily cut in. "Since this is my house, my closet, my bed and my wife being used, I don't consider it hiding. I was observing," Pastor Burns explained. "Frankly, while what I saw and heard was disgusting, there was also an element of it that, let's just say that I am a sinner as well and the primitive savagery stimulated my inner demons. "Sorry?" Sam said. "He's telling you that it turned him on watching us fuck," Lily interpreted. "Lily!" This is not a time for your coarseness," the preacher scolded before turning to the gardener. "You see Brother Royal, I love my wife dearly but she's had a history of being weak in the ways of the flesh. You are not the first of her playthings and I suspect you won't be the last. It's a tribute to my love for her that I have often chosen to look the other way in the past." "Or looked right at it," Lily added. "Lily, would you step out of the room for a minute?" her husband asked, and with reluctance the lanky woman rose and went out to the kitchen to say hello to her friend Jack Daniels as she put it, her massive breasts rolling as she walked. "Poor woman. I pray for her often," Pastor Burns said. "Would you join me in that right now?" Sam put out his hand and the preacher took it. his pale white hand disappearing in the gardener's big black paw, and after he said a few words about his wife and her struggles with sin Pastor Burns rose and went to the door and locked it. "Now let's speak man to man, Brother Royal. I realize that my wife has a certain appeal to men and I'm flattered that men have found her desirable - still do at her age," the preacher said. "Some women too, I might add." "What? Oh. She's a lovely lady," Sam agreed. "And you Sam, I fully understand why a woman would be interested in experiencing making love with a Negro," Robert Burns explained. "A man as virile as yourself. So incredibly well endowed - stand up for me, would you Sam?" Sam Royal stood up awkwardly with his hands cupped over his crotch but the preacher shooed his hands away with his own and after saying, "Permit me Brother Royal. I assure you I have no leanings in that fashion but I am just... oh my. Incredible." Sam looked down at Pastor Burns who had grabbed his limp cock and was holding it, examining it like it was a statue or something. "So heavy," he sighed before letting go of his meaty cock. "I simply can't get over the size of your manhood, and you aren't even aroused. The thought of your huge penis inside my little girl... anyway. What's done is done. I do understand your appeal to my Lily. You bring out the whore in her and obviously give her something that I can't provide. Do you understand?" "I'm not sure," Sam said. "Here. Hold your penis out towards me," Pastor Burns said, and as a stunned Sam Royal watched the preacher unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, bringing it over next to the gardener's. "See what I mean," Pastor Burns exclaimed as he showed Sam his organ, the pale slender tube dwarfed by the thick spongy black tool as he held them close for comparison. "I would say that your manhood is twice the size of my own, but even that might be giving me too much credit I'm afraid." The preacher calmly put his thumb-sized dick back in his pants, and Sam couldn't help but notice that it looked like Lily's husband's dick was stiff when he coaxed it back into hiding, but Robert Burns was motioning for Sam to sit back down and suddenly it was like that had never happened. "So we have issues here that need to be resolved, Brother Royal," Pastor Burns resumed. "There's the issue of Melody and your baby. I'm sure that you will be interested in the child's welfare and will want to help provide for the upbringing." "Yes, I guess so," Sam said, his head spinning as he thought about the prospect of paying child support for the next two decades, something that he had been led to believe long ago was impossible. "What you will do is continue to provide your services to the grounds here," Pastor Burns explained. "No money will be exchanged but you will mark the bills as paid and I will make sure Melody gets the money - funneled through the church's orphan fund. Acceptable?" "Sure," Sam said, thinking that a few hours of sweat a month was a small price to pay instead of child support. "As for Melody herself, I've arranged for you to have a plane ticket waiting for you at the airport at your pleasure," he continued. "Melody is concerned that you might be upset with her and - well, she wants to be with the father of her child, so I've arranged for you two to spend a weekend in reflection at a resort near her college. Before she becomes - very pregnant shall I say? Acceptable?" "Absolutely," Sam agreed, the thought of escaping the coming winter for a time very appealing. "Now we come to the other issue. That of Lily and you and myself," Robert Burns said. "As I said earlier, I wish nothing but for Lily to be happy and she clearly is with you, therefore you are welcome to continue having your way with her." "Pardon?" Sam said, swallowing with difficulty as he listened to Lily's husband. "The things you do to her - and she to you," Pastor Burns continued. The almost indescribable acts of sodomy I've witnessed between you two. You treat Lily so brutally - pulling her hair and uttering obscenities while you savage her anally. She told me of this happening but I could believe what I was seeing. The size of you in that tiny tender orifice? Seemed impossible." Daughter of the Pastor: Pastor "And then Lily - the things she was saying and doing to you. I couldn't really see but it almost looked like you were making Lily perform oral acts on your - your anus. Is that true?" "Uh - yes sir," Sam mumbled. "But I don't make her. Lily - she like doing it. Like it a lot." "I understand. And that is why you will continue doing this." "Confused?" Pastor Burns asked when he saw the stunned expression on the gardener's face. "I can understand that, and with this generous gesture on my part may I add that I have no intention of watching you from the closet. I plan instead to be observing you two from this chair I am sitting in, back over in the corner where I took it from." "You would be in here?" "I am a sinner, Brother Royal. Every bit the degenerate as you and Lily are, and just because I cannot bring my beloved to the heights of passion that you so clearly can doesn't mean that I don't want to share in her ecstasy. That I will do unobtrusively from the corner. There may be times that I may even join two you on the bed if I get up enough courage." "You needn't worry," he added quickly. "You've caught me admiring your magnificent manhood several times here, but I promise you that I'm merely looking at it like I would a work of art. I will leave the actual worshiping of your penis to my wife and if I did join in it would be merely to perhaps have Lily orally satisfy me while you savage her bowels with your weapon. That prospect I find arousing just thinking about it." "I don't know what to say," Sam said. "Well, you think about it," Pastor Burns responded as he rose to his feet and went to unlock the bedroom door. "I think what I offered is not only fair but exceptionally so, considering the other options that someone in my position has in this town. Feel free to discuss it with Lily, although I'm sure she will urge you to agree to it. Not only because it will allow her to continue to enjoy your mating but she also has a financial interest in keeping me happy. Okay?" "Lily?" Pastor Burns called out down the hall, and from the bedroom the gardener heard his lover come towards the room, meeting her husband outside the door. "Sam and I have spoken and I think we've come to an understanding, but feel free to spend the rest of the afternoon discussing things. I shall see you later tonight." Sam watched the preacher take his wife in his arms and looked away as they kissed, while hidden by the door molding Robert Burns had his hands grabbing Lily's butt while their tongues dueled. "Mumph!" Pastor Burns grunted after his wife's hand found his dick and squeezed it a couple of times through the fabric, causing his member to spit semen into his silk boxers until she let go. "I love you," Lily said as they separated, with Pastor Burns returning to the church and his wife returning to bed where Sam was waiting. "You okay?" Lily asked, kneeling down between Sam's legs and spreading his thick thighs wide. "Yeah. Crazy shit." "Did he suck your cock?" Lily asked as she lifted the spongy tool. "Huh? Hell no," Sam said. "He did ask to hold it though and then - you won't believe this, but he took out his dick and held it up next to mine so he could see how much bigger mine was." "Shit, I wish I saw that," Lily said as she peeled the shroud back and licked Sam's plum. "So fucking hot. You mad that he was watching us?" "Guess not," Sam said. "It's kinky but..." "I'm worth it?" "Yeah. I love sticking my cock in the preacher's wife." "And she loves it too," Lily exclaimed before licking the underside of Sam's cock before lapping at his nuts while putting Sam's legs on her shoulders and leaning him back. "Let me suck on my Mandingo's asshole to prove it!" Sam allowed himself to be rolled onto his back, and as he watched the redhead's face disappear into the crack of his ass he smiled, not really minding the eyes that were outside the bedroom looking in. *** thanks for reading Daughter of the Pastor "No," she whimpered. "I'm not mad." "Good child. You needed that as bad as I did. Here I come," Sam said while sliding his cock almost all the way out before impaling her one last time and letting out a groan as his seed spurted deep into her womb, jet after jet of his sap filling her pussy until he went limp in her. "Don't cry honey," Sam said as he looked down at the sweaty and now ruddy complexion of the girl he had just deflowered. "You shot you stuff into me. You didn't wear one of those things Charlie had," Melody sobbed. "I can't get into one of those things - but don't worry because you can't get pregnant. I mean, my sperm count is low. I couldn't have kids. That's why my wife left me back then," Sam said. "So there's no need to worry." "Sorry I was a baby," Melody sniffed. "You were fine honey," Sam said. "I just..." "Melody?" came a voice from out in the house, and as the melodic tones filled the air Sam bolted up out of the bed and ran to the window, opening it further and ready to jump out until he remembered something important. "My pants - underwear," Sam said to Melody who was still dazed and on her back and was trying to comprehend what was happening. "They're..." Sam was trying to say that he had left his pants and briefs in the bathroom, but the footsteps out in the hall had already passed that room and were coming round the bend with high heels clicking. "OMIGOD!" screamed the lean and lanky woman whose expression and voice was nothing like the cool and pristine dress she wore. "What? What have you done?" Looking over at Sam who was naked and standing at the window and then at her daughter, who was still on her back with legs akimbo and her pussy covered with what comes from deflowering in addition to the semen oozing from the hairy orifice, the normally calm and dignified woman looked anything but that. "You - you raped my daughter?" Mrs. Burns sputtered. "How could you?" I... I..." Sam stuttered as the horror of what was going to happen became clear. Melody, trapped as she was, simply had to say that he had forced himself on her and that would be the end for him, because nobody in these parts would doubt it. No self-respecting God-fearing daughter of a preacher would willingly bed a black guy, or admit it if she did. "No mother," Melody said almost right away in a voice that only wavered slightly. "He didn't make me do anything. I wanted to. I'm sorry." "You wanted to sex him?" Mrs. Burns asked. "Yes, but I didn't mean that part about being sorry because I'm not," Melody said. "I was teasing and flirting a little, and maybe it wasn't what I was planning on at first, but when it happened I was glad. Not sorry." Sam resisted the urge to hug and kiss that little angel, but instead just stood there and tried to get his heart to slow down while Melody's mother told her to go take a shower. "You going to tell father?" Melody asked. "We'll talk about that afterward," Mrs. Burns said, and after Melody left she looked at the messy sheets before yanking them all off the bed. Mrs. Burns looked over at the naked black man whose skin was shining in the light that peered through the window, her eyes taking in every part of him before she walked over to Sam. Sam braced himself for what he thought was going to be a slap but instead the hand that came up to his face only plucked a curly red hair from his cheek, and after she let it flutter to the floor she spoke to him. "Looks like you still have some work to do, don't you Sam?" the once again placid woman asked as she looked past him out at the yard. "Yes ma'am," Sam said as he started to hurry out of the room before Mrs. Burns stopped him. "We will speak of this when you are through," she stated. "I'm very disappointed in you." "Me too," Sam mumbled before retrieving his clothes and going out to finish the yard work. *** "I've sent Melody down to the church," Mrs. Burns told Sam as she told him to sit down at the kitchen table across from her. "She will be working at the parish food pantry for the rest of the day. Her father had to go downstate for a conference, which was just as well, don't you think? Imagine if it that been him instead of me that came in here. He might have killed you." "Yes, Mrs. Burns," Sam said contritely, although the thought of the little twerp doing anything to him but yell was laughable. "I would ask you how long this had been going on but the evidence was there in the bedding, which has been disposed of," she continued. "However I would like to know what has happened between you two before today." "Nothing, I swear Mrs. Burns," Sam said. "Most times I come here nobody is here and I just come and do my work. Today, I don't know. Things just started happening." "I could see that. You had never touched her before? Nor she you?" "No. Never." "Obviously you had intercourse with my child, but did you do anything else? Did she pleasure your orally?" "No ma'am," Sam said. "I did however, before we you know..." "Yes, you performed cunnilingus on her. I saw her pubic hair on your face," Mrs. Burns reminded him. "That was all? One time? "Yes." "You wore no protection though. I could see that by the copious amount of semen that was pouring out of my child when I entered the room," Mrs. Burns noted. "Melody said that you told her that she couldn't get pregnant because you didn't have enough seed? I don't understand that logic, especially when I saw what what pouring out of her when I got in there." "My sperm count," Sam clarified. "It's too low. It's why I couldn't father children." "I see. Well maybe we will be spared that problem," she sniffed. "What I don't understand is what you found attractive in my little girl. I mean technically she's a woman but her breasts are practically non-existent, although she certainly seems to have been blessed with a considerable amount of body hair. Is that something you enjoy?" "Sure, I mean I like all kinds of women, and Melody is such a nice girl," Sam said. "Woman," Mrs. Burns corrected. "When I poured her Cheerios this morning she was a girl but when I returned she was a woman. You get the credit or blame for that." "I know. I was wrong to do it." "And if you had to do it all over again you would in a heartbeat," Mrs. Burns snapped. "All I can say is the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak," Sam said. "I guess I'm going to have to look inside myself to..." "Spare me the pious bullshit," Mrs. Burns said curtly. "I get enough of that shit on a daily basis as it is. Want a drink?" "Uh - yes please," Sam said after recovering, and when Melody's mother reached into the back of the top kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels Sam smiled and added, "A double." "The Pope isn't tall enough to see that up there," she cracked as she poured a couple of drinks, and after she sat back down she continued, "So where were we? I asked you whether you would fuck Melody again if you had it to do over again, and you started to blow smoke up my ass. Want to try again?" "I probably would Mrs. Burns," Sam said and then his smile escaped. "Hell, of course I would." "I would suspect that she'll want it again from you to, but for crying out loud do us all a favor and be a little more discreet next time," Mrs. Burns requested. "And by the way, my name is Lily." "Okay Lily. Will do." "I have to say Sam, that I heard Melody screaming when I pulled into the driveway," Lily explained. "I figured she was just diddling herself but that must have been when she came. She just cum once or more?" "Twice for sure," Sam said. "Maybe three." "Good for her. My first time wasn't that good, and I have to admit that when I saw you standing there," Lily Burns said as she paused for a drink. "Well, let's just say that I can only guess what she must have sounded like when you first put that thing of yours in her." "I - uh - tried not to hurt her," Sam shrugged. "Seen a few in my time but I never saw one that big before," Lily admitted. "How long does it get when it's hard? A foot?" "No," Sam mumbled. "Can't be much less than that," Lily snorted. "Thick as my wrist too. Poor Melody will spend the rest of her life looking for one like that again. Doubt if she'll find it. Hell, I went out with a black guy in college and his dick was no bigger than my husband's. Some great black experience. Bet you don't get many complaints with that hunk of meat." "I uh - my crazy days are over I'm afraid," Sam admitted. "Here," Lily said as she passed an envelope across the table. "This my final check?" Sam asked. "I don't think so, at least as far as I'm concerned. You do good work and I believe in keeping business and personal separate," Lily said. "As for what went on, there's no reason Melody's father needs to know a thing. Let him stay ignorant. It's what he does best." "Thank you." "You want to thank me?" Lily said as she stood up, her blazer opening up to reveal the deep cleavage as she leaned over the table towards the gardener. "You want to find out where Melody got her freckles and plenty of red hair from? I already know you don't mind the hair. I'm a 50 year old version of Melody, only a lot taller, not as tight in some places, and a double D cup instead of a training bra." Lily said as she turned around and headed down the hall. "If you're interested it's the bedroom opposite the one you messed up." "Wash your face, hands and cock first though," Lily added as she sensed Sam following her. "Want me to take a shower?" "No, I love fresh sweat on a man," Lily snapped. "I just don't want to taste my daughter's pussy." "Damn," Sam mumbled to himself after he ducked into the bathroom. "Go figure." *** thank you for reading my story If there is interest I would do a sequel but as written this is not a chapter but the complete story.