ROOM WITH A VIEW
Chapter 16 - May the Holy Spirit Be With You

(caution “n” word ahead, MM, MMF, cons, mast, MF, nc, blackmail)

by Art Martin

While her father preaches, Shelly has a moving experience at church.

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It was nearly nine AM Sunday morning when the sun, streaming through the open window, shone in Luke’s face causing him to slowly awaken.  Once consciousness was restored, he immediately knew that something was different.  Something that caused him to remain motionless, pretending to be still sleeping.  It was the hand, caressing and rubbing his morning erection; a big hand, rough with calluses.  That and a big old hard cock pressing between his butt cheeks.

Luke wasn’t sure what he’d do if the tip of that dick found it’s way to his anus.  Best that he just lie still and pretend he was unaware of anything untoward.  For the time being, Jake was just grinding into him.  That and whacking him off.

“Jake!  Stop molesting Luke and get up and get dressed,” chided Toni.  “We’re gonna be late for church.  Be sure and wake Luke up.  He’s got to take Shelly to church too.”

“He’s awake,” replied Jake with a laugh.  “C’mon buddy, I know yer playing possum.”

“Hey!  Le’go of my dick, ya big faggot!”

“Don’t give me that crap, Luke!  Ya’ve been lying there enjoying it.  Henderson told me all about ya.  How ya licked his dick while he fucked yer slut-wife the other night.”

“He said what?”

“Stow it mister!  Me and Henderson go waaaaaay back.  He don’t make up shit like that.”

Luke felt his face flush and his ears burning.

“Don’t worry about it.  Ya ain’t queer.  I know that fer a fact.  Bisexual maybe, but yer no queer.”

“How ‘bout you?  Ya’er the one feeling me up!” replied Luke indignantly.

“Hey, I admit I like a little boy-time every so often.  A little spice breaks up the monotony of pussy, pussy, pussy.”

“I heard that Jake Stringer!” called out Toni as she slipped on her shoes.  “Monotony!  Is that how you see it?  How about if I cut you off big-boy!  How about if Meagan also cuts you off?  Shelly too, not to mention…”

“Okay, okay.  I love pussy, pussy, pussy.  Sometimes I just like the feel of a dick in my hand other than my own.”

“You are so crude sometimes, Jake Stringer!  Honestly, I sometimes think I married an animal!”

“C’mere slut and I’ll show ya animal!”

“We don’t have time, you big oaf!  We’re supposed to pick up Meagan in five minutes.  Now get up and get dressed.

“Yes, ma’am!” sang out her husband as he released Luke’s cock and rolled off the bed.

"You too, Luke!  Get your butt up and go home!”

*****

Luke, glad that things hadn’t gotten too far out of hand this morning, pulled on his jeans and gathered up the rest of his clothes and went home as ordered.  Upon entering his kitchen through the back door, he heard the rasping sound of a man loudly snoring.  “Guess he’s still here,” he said to himself.  Setting his shirt and shoes down on the kitchen table, he walked silently barefoot to the bedroom door and gazed in. 

It had been an unseasonably warm night and both Shelly and the Sheriff were sprawled out nude without any covers.  Several things struck Luke as he studied the two figures.  First, Damian Reed looked even bigger close up than he did through the window last night; even the guy’s feet were muscular.  Secondly, except for the short salt and pepper hair gracing his scalp, Reed was completely hairless, no chest hair, no arm hair, no genital hair, no leg hair and no hair under his arm pits. Luke had always regarded the boys who shaved their bodies to be somewhat effeminate, but there was nothing sissy about this hulk.  Third, Reed was sporting a nocturnal hard-on.    Luke mused that the guy could’ve used the thing as a baseball bat.

Almost lost next to the massive Sheriff, Shelly lay with her legs spread out like she was waiting to be mounted.  Luke’s eyes went from her newly pierced and somewhat swollen nipples down to her snatch, a snatch that was freshly shaved for the first time just last night.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.  Perfectly smooth, every detail of her genitalia was clearly visible.  He was very familiar with that pussy, but this was like seeing her for the first time.  What struck Luke the most about her newly reveled puss was how her inner lips were protruding from her slit.  Normally, her inner labia only protruded when she was very aroused.  This morning, they were simply hanging out, hopelessly stretched by the parade of cocks that had sawed between those lips over the past twelve hours.

Studying his wife’s body further, he was pleased to see that there were no bruises that he could see.  What did concern him was the condition of her poor nipples.  Pierced a mere 36 hours before, they were nowhere near being healed, and certainly nowhere near being able to absorb the cruel torment that had been heaped upon them.  They weren’t just swollen, they were red, angrily red and crusted.

Luke quietly slipped from the bedroom and back into the kitchen.  After putting on a pot of coffee, he rummaged around the cabinets until he found everything he needed, cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and Neosporin. With the first aid supplies in hand, he returned to his wife’s side.  Soaking a cotton ball with the peroxide, he gently swabbed her left teat.  Immediately on contact with her wounded nip, the peroxide erupted into foam.  Also immediately on contact, Shelly bolted awake with a gasp.

The commotion next to him startled Reed awake.  Caught unawares and vulnerable, Reed instinctively lurched from the bed, ready to defend himself.  Ready to dispatch the intruder with his bare hands, Reed demanded in his distinctive gravelly voice, “Who are you?”

Wide eyed, Luke looked up at menacing, massive figure hovering above him with ham-sized clenched fists ready to strike a crushing blow.  “Luke Blalock!  I live here!  She’s my wife!” he stammered.

“Oh…Yeah…”  The Sheriff blinked and shook his head.  “Well, okay…”  Slowly the iron fists opened and the taut muscles relaxed.  “Don’t ever sneak up on me like that!” he growled.

“Sorry, but…”

“Is that coffee?”

“Uh, yes sir!”

“Where have you been?  I came looking for you last night.”

“Next door.”

“Next door?  Visiting that little Italian whore, were you?”

Luke sensed that it was best not to contradict this man.  Besides, it was the truth.  “Uh, yes sir.”

“You and Jake Stringer.  Don’t you boys ever pull a stunt like that at P-Willy’s again.  You hear me, boy?  I don’t care if you whore your wife out, or why you whore her out, but that set up last night, somebody could’ve gotten hurt.  There could have been a riot.

“Now, I had no choice but to actually arrest your wife last night.  P-Willy’s is a public bar.  Your wife was fucking those guys on a table, in the middle of the bar.  That’s illegal in this county… You know, Willy’s got a back room, out of sight, for that sort of thing.

“Just to let you know, I didn’t book her.  No need to hurt innocent folks over a bit of fun, but she pleaded guilty to prostitution and publicly lewd and lascivious behavior.  Now the prostitution thing we cleared up with a special permit.  That simply means that since she’s selling it, I fuck it and fuck her whenever I want.  Understand?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“The count of publicly lewd and lascivious behavior we settled with twenty four hours of community service. She got a start on that last night.  What that means is that for a total of twenty-four hours, she’s going to service my deputies. Understand?”

“Service?”

“Yes, service.  Fuck them to put it crudely.  Fitting punishment… after all she’s a whore. Once she’s completed her community service, they can pay like the rest of the general public. 

“Now, go get me a cup of coffee,” ordered the Sheriff. “Black.  I need to get going.”

Luke hurried to the kitchen as ordered.  To his dismay, the coffee was still brewing.  After what seemed forever, the coffee was ready.  Pouring a cup, he turned just as the Sheriff walked in buckling on his pistol and holster.  Without a word spoken, Luke offered the cup of coffee.

“Not bad,” remarked Reed after taking a sip.  “If you don’t mind, I’ll take this cup with me.  I’ll return it next time when I come to renew your wife’s special permit.”   The Sheriff turned, and headed towards the front door.  Luke breathed a sigh of relief.  He’d heard the rumors about that man too, and after this brief encounter, he was convinced the rumors were true.

*****

“You’re so sweet, Luke,” Shelly said as her husband tended to her sore nipples.  “Here I can do that.”

“No, let me.  Does it hurt?”

“Oooo… Yes, in fact they do,” she whined.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.  They’ll be fine a few days.  The rings… I really like them.  Makes me feel…”

“Slutty?”

“Yeah, slutty,” she laughed.  “I am a slut.  That’s what you want, isn’t it?  So, I should feel like a slut.”

“Ya seem to be enjoyin’ it.”

“No sin in enjoying what your husband demands of you.”

“No, I suppose not… I really just want ya to be happy, Baby.”

“Oh, I’m happy!  I have the best husband in the world!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Well, you are!  What other husband would teach his wife to love sex as much as I do, and then insist that she experience it with so many men.  I could not and would not have done that on my own.  You freed me, Luke, freed me to be the slut that really I am.  Best of all, because it is what you, my dear husband wanted me to do, I had to obey you.  And by merely doing what I promised to you when we were married, there is no sin in me having sex with all those guys. So long as that’s what you want, of course.”

“Well, looks like the Sheriff and his men are going to screw ya whether I want it or not.”

“I could tell the Sheriff, ‘no’, but… he won’t like that.   Is that what you want?”

Luke thought for a minute.  Things were already well out of hand.  What was it that his pa used to say?  “In for a penny, in for a pound.”  He chuckled to himself.  As a kid, the saying made no sense to him at all.  What did pennies have to do with a pound of anything?  It wasn’t until he was in high school did he realize that pennies and pounds were both money in England.  His smile evaporated when he reflected on the possible consequences of crossing the Sheriff.  He could disappear without a trace.

“No, I don’t suppose he’d like that.  Not at all.  Guess ya better jus’ screw him.”

“Okay, dear, if that’s what you want,” she replied with a smile.

“Yeah, babe.  Screw him as much as he wants.”

Having cleaned and applied the topical antibiotic to her wounded nips, Luke instructed Shelly to get ready for church.  It was now almost ten, but if they hurried, they would be on time for once.  They both reeked of sex, but a quick shower cured that.  Soon they were in the old pickup truck and heading out into the country to her father’s rural church.

*****

“I like yer dress.”

“Thank you!” she beamed while patting down the billowing fabric in her lap.  It was a sundress, in a bright floral print, very feminine.  Low cut and nearly backless with just the thinnest of shoulder straps, it was very sexy too.  With the low back, it was obvious that she was braless.

“Ain’t seen it before.  When did ya get it?”

“Yesterday.  Toni’s friend, Meagan.  You know the pregnant girl we went to see yesterday afternoon.  She gave it to me.”  Waving a large white straw hat decorated with a band of fake flowers she added,  “She gave me this hat too.” 

“It fits?”

“The hat?”

“No, the dress.”

“She wasn’t always pregnant, silly!   We’re the same size.  Well, almost.  It’s a little tight around the breasts.  I guess she’s normally a bit smaller than me,” she laughed.  “I’m not hanging out too much, am I?”

“No, not at all.  But what’re yer folks gonna say?”

“What do you say, my dear husband?”

“I like it.”

“Good, because it’s your opinion that counts.  Not my mom’s opinion or my dad’s opinion, but my wonderful husband’s opinion.  Like the shoes?”

Luke glanced down at the white toeless sandals.  She still had the red painted toenails from last night.  “Yes, very much.  Ya know they’re gonna have a fit.”

“Let them.  I’m not a child.”

“No, yer not.” 

They rode in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the very warm air blowing through the cab of the truck and enjoying the riotous display of color from the wildflowers that were now in full bloom.

“Tell me about it.”

“About what?” coyly asked Shelly.

“Last night.”

“You were there last night.  I was very nervous at first, but once I got into it and the guys got into it, it was a blast!”

“Afterwards.”

“Afterwards?  The Sheriff?  He scared the hell out me!  Made me cry!  Then he took me to this deserted farm house.”

“And?”

“He bent me over the hood of his car.”

“And?”

“I was still handcuffed.”

“And?” 

“He nearly split me into.  He’s really big you know.”

“Yeah, I noticed.  He just raped you?”

“No.  It really wasn’t rape, it was part of my plea bargain.  But once I got used to it… hooo boy!  I thought Big Mike had a big cock!  Then he made me suck him.  You know how much I like that, but I nearly choked to death on that thing.  You know, I actually passed out.

“When I came to, he fucked me again.  Later on, the first deputy arrived.  A nice black guy…”

“A black guy!”

“What’s the problem?  You had already sold me to that ugly black dude!”

“Yeah, I suppose,” glowered Luke.

“His name is Hal and he stayed with me until the Sheriff picked me up a few hours later.  He’s really sweet.”

“Did Hal…”

“What do you think happened? Yes, Hal did me. Several times as I recall. ”

“How many?”

“How many what? How many times…”

“No.  How many were there?”

“I dunno.  Five, six… I lost count.  And before you ask, yes, I enjoyed it.” 

They rode on a little ways before Shelly asked, “How old do you think he is?” 

“Who?”

“Sheriff Reed.”

“I dunno.  Judging by the color of his hair, he’s gotta be forty-something.”

“Forty-five?”

“Yeah, at least.”

“My dad will be forty-five soon.  He sure has some muscles.”

“Yer dad?”

“No, silly.  The Sheriff.”

“Must be one of them body builders,” observed Luke.  “Probably been lifting weights since he was a kid.”

“That’s all you have to do?  Lift weights.”

“I guess.  I bet he works out two, three hours a day.  Then again, he might be using steroids, but I don’t think so.  After a while of using that stuff, ya get big, but yer nuts shrink and ya go crazy.  His nuts are huge, just like his dick, and he doesn’t seem crazy.”

“Can you get big like that?”

“I guess.  If I wanted to, I suppose.  Is that what ya want Shelly?  Ya want some muscle bound dude?”

“I’d be nice, but what I really want is your love.  What I want is when you’re forty-five, I want you to look like that and not like my father.”

“I never really thought about it.  I’m strong.  I’m no wimp.”

“No, honey, you’re no wimp, but you know, an extra fifty pounds of pure muscle would look good on you.”

“Fifty pounds!”

“Well, I do what you want,” she said petulantly.  “Can’t you do something that I want?”

“It won’t make my dick bigger.”

“Your dick is just fine honey.  It tickles me in all the right places.  I just don’t want you turn into a ball of flab, that’s all.”

“We’ll see.”

“You’ll do it?”

“Let me think about it.”

“Don’t think, Luke.  Just do it.”

“Guess ya want me to shave off all my hair too.”

“No, I like hair on a man.  Just keep shaving your face.”

“Oh, so ya like hairy guys like Jake?”

“Jake is Jake.  He’s primal.  It’s like hugging a bear.”

“He doesn’t hug ya.  He fucks ya.  Fucks ya silly.”

Thinking of all the nasty things Jake did to her she mused, “Hmmmm, yes, yes he does.”   With a giggle and a joyful bounce she hugged Luke’s arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek adding, “Thanks to you!”

*****

When Luke pulled into the church parking lot they saw that there were still lots of folks milling about outside.  Glancing at his Timex, Luke proudly announced, “Six minutes to spare!  A new record!”

With a beaming smile, Shelly put on her hat and strode towards the church.  It pleased her that several men took notice of her.  As they neared the door, they heard the voice of Luke’s pa call out.  “Luke!  Wait up, son!”

Luke turned, genuinely surprised to see his old man there.  His pa hobbled up using a cane, but the leg cast was gone.

“Pa!  I thought ya had to keep the cast fer another week.”

“Got my weeks mixed up.  Got rid of the goddamned thang Friday!”

“Pa!  Watch your language,” chided Shelly.  She didn’t mind the fact that Pa was staring at her cleavage.  “This is a church.”

“So it is… Luke, could I speak to ya fer a moment… in private?”

“Sure, Pa.  Shelly, go on in and get our usual place in the very last pew.  I wanna take a nap.  Go on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Shelly turned and walked away with a wry smile, confident that the old man’s eyes were glued to her swaying derrière. As she disappeared inside, J.D. Blalock muttered, “God damn!  That’s one fine piece of ass.” Then he turned to his son.

“Luke, I got a call this mornin’ from an old, old friend of mine.  Hadn’t seen him in years, but we usta be pals.  Had quite the story to tell.  Said he was out drinkin’ with some cronies last night… at P-Willy’s.”  Luke’s eyes got wide when the old man said that.  “Said it was the most unbelievable thang he ever did saw.  Said that these fellas put on a lottery of some sort.  Know what the winner got?”

“Uh… Pa.”

“Winner got to fuck this girl.  Right there… in front of everybody. 

“He went on to describe thangs in great detail.  How the girl danced while all the guys stuck dollar bills up her snatch.  How someone shaved her pussy.  How after the first guy fucked her, they held another drawing for sloppy seconds.  He told me that a nigger won that time.  Told me that she was up on a table so everyone could clearly see her get fucked.  After the nigger fucked her, the first guy fucked her in the butt. 

“Now, he was very, very certain about this next part.  He said that it was another fella an’ ya that were sellin’ the tickets.  He didn’t know the other fella, big fella with a black beard, but he knew fer certain who the other fella was.  He knew exactly who ya were.  He also said that the girl, a big titted blonde girl, went by the name Shelly.  Now, that wouldn’t be… our Shelly? Would it?”

“Pa… I, we…”

“Goddamnit Luke!  I’m yer Pa!  If ya needed money, ya should’ve come to me.  Hell, I’d a paid a pretty sum to have a toss with that one.  Now, I don’t care one wit, what ya do fer fun with yer wife.  I understand.  That’s between her and ya.  But, hell son, I’m yer pa!  Ya know how I feel ‘bout her.  I’d jus ‘bout cut off an arm fer a chance to fuck her.

“Now, ya gotta make this right, Luke.  But, I ain’t payin’ ya a red cent!”

“Whacha sayin’, Pa?”

“What am I sayin’? Yer passin’ her around.  Yer passin’ her around to be fucked by other men.  So… yer gonna pass her to me.  Today.  Right after church.”

“Ya wanna screw her?”

“Goddamned right I wanna screw her!  I told ya before, she reminds me of yer ma.  Now I know fer sure that she’s just like yer ma.”

“Ma?”

“Yeah, yer ma.  Woman loved to get fucked.”

“Then ya ain’t mad?”

“Hell, yes I’m mad!  But not ‘cause yer making a little money with her.  I’m mad because I gotta beg fer it, goddamnit!”

“Ya don’t have to beg, Pa.  I just thought ya’d… ya wouldn’t understand.”

“I understand hot assed women.  Hell, son, I just ain’t gonna be left off the choo choo!”

“Yer not mad about sellin’ her…”

“Ya ain’t sellin’ her, yer just rentin’ her out.  Sellin’, that sounds like slavery.  Rentin’?  That’s jus’ good business. Provided ya got the stomach fer it.

“Son, ya remember when ya shot out the tire on the tractor?”

Vivid memories came into Luke’s mind of the time when Bobby Ray had snuck out with his pa’s new Remington double-barreled 12-gauge shotgun and had brought it over to the Blalock farm to show it off to his buddy.  He and Bobby Ray had both just graduated from a 410 up to a single shot 20-guage.  They were way to young to be messing with the big gun.  Luke was looking at the gun when it went off, both barrels.  Luckily nobody got hurt, but it sure did a number on the tractor tire.  There was a hole blown out big enough for Luke’s pa to put his fist through it.

“I’m shore that ya remember the ass-blisterin’ I gave ya?”

“Oh, yes, Pa!  I do remember.”

“Well, that accident turned into a blessin’ of sorts.  It was late summer, before the corn was ready.  We were damned near flat broke and I needed that tractor, whether I could afford a new tire or not.  Hell, at the time I couldn’t afford a used tire!  Well, I took yer mama out to this honky-tonk and in jus’ a few hours she made ‘nuff money out in the goddamned parkin’ lot to buy two new tires.  After that, whenever there was a financial emergency, I knew how we could take care of it.

“Now tell me, ya been sharin’ her fer long?”

“No.  Not until we moved into our house.”

“Ya ain’t been there, but what?  Two weeks?”

“Sumpthin’ like that. Hell, the fuckin’ truck broke down, the fuckin’ refrigerator broke, and the fuckin’ roof’s leaking.  Not only that, I gotta redo the fuckin’ wiring before the fuckin’ place fuckin’ burns down.”

“Keep yer voice down, Son.  This is a goddamned church.”

“Jake, he’s the fella with the beard, lives next door and…”

“Ya let him fuck her?”

“I fuck his wife.”

J.D. broke out in hearty laugh.  “Goddamn if yer ain’t a chip off the old block after all!  C’mon, let’s find yer whore of a wife before some other fellas beat us to her.”

The services had already begun when they walked in, keeping Luke’s record of tardiness intact. The congregation was standing, singing a hymn.  Luke frowned when he saw that the last pew was vacant and that Shelly wasn’t there.  She was up a few rows standing next to Lynette Williams.  Shelly glanced back, saw her husband and moved to join him and her father-in-law on the last row.  When the hymn was over, everyone took his or her seats.  Shelly was between Luke and Pa.  Luke leaned over and whispered to her, “Pa knows.  Pa knows all about last night at P-Willy’s.”

“Oh, my god!” she gasped.

“Don’t worry about it.  He just wants a little.”

“A little what?” she whispered back.

“Whadda ya think?”

“Oh.”  Shelly looked to her left.  The old man was grinning lecherously at her, unconsciously flicking his tongue over his upper lip.  Shelly smiled weakly as J.D. put his hand on her thigh.

The Reverend Mattox enjoined the congregation to join him in a prayer.  Head bowed, Shelly chirped, “Oh,” as her father-in-law’s hand slid down her leg and then under the helm of her dress.  Slowly the old man’s hand crept up her leg, always keeping the helm down and moving so that it wasn’t obvious that he had his hand up her dress.  When her father's the long-winded prayer was completed, J.D. declared “Amen!” with the rest of the congregation; only he was celebrating the very moment that he cupped his daughter-in-law’s pussy.

“Behave!” she urgently whispered.  The old man responded by subtly rubbing her panty-covered snatch.

Next, the churchmen began passing the plate.  Luke dug into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills.  It was the money he had left over from paying Jetter Quibly for the roofing shingles, money he made from whoring out his wife.  The Reverend had for years harped on him to tithe properly.  They hardly had money to eat, but the Reverend insisted that Luke contribute 10% of what he made.  “The Lord will provide,” his father-in-law said.  “Don’t concern yourself with not having enough money, Luke.  The Lord will return that to you a thousand-fold.”  

He still had a hundred bucks, so he pealed off two sweaty fives, bills that may have been stuck up Shelly’s snatch when she danced, or perhaps bills that may have bought one of the two winning lottery tickets.  When the plate was passed to him, Luke put in his 10% with a wicked smile.

When the churchmen presented the collection plates to the Deacon, J.D. hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties.  The congregation rose to sing the Doxology.  When Shelly stood to sing, she was shocked that her panties went to her knees.  J.D. was the only one in the church not to stand.  Instead he leaned forward, pulling her panties down to her ankles.

Shelly was mortified.  This was in church!  Her father’s church!  Still, when gently prodded, she stepped out of her panties.  The Doxology completed, the congregation sat down for the sermon.  J.D., feigning that he was blowing his nose, brought her panties to his nose to inhale her fragrance.

“Pa, stop!” she whispered so no one else could hear. 

J.D. just smiled at her and took another whiff and then stuffed the small garment in his pocket.  Shelly breathed a sigh of relief now that her panties were no longer in sight.  Her relief was short lived, however, for as her father began delivering his sermon in earnest, J.D.’s hand was inching back up her dress.

“Pa, please!  Behave!” she whispered as she swatted at him.  J.D.’s hand continued to creep up her thigh. 

Observing his father’s antics, Luke was thoroughly amused, his eyes cutting from his father’s grinning face to his wife’s panicked face, from his wife’s lap to her father at the pulpit droning on.

The Reverend Mattox, observing his flock as he sermonized, couldn’t help but notice that Luke seemed to be paying attention for once.  He certainly wasn’t sleeping as usual.  And Luke’s father!  Oh, joy!  He had joined them today!  For some reason Shelly looked a bit pensive, but he didn’t give that much thought.  Today!  Hallelujah!  Today he was connecting with his son-in-law! Maybe, just maybe the wayward sheep would truly join the Shepard’s flock!  With renewed vigor and vive, Shelly’s dad poured his heart out.

J.D. leaned over and whispered, “Yer soaking wet, darling.”

Shelly struggled to stifle an audible gasp as the J.D.’s work-roughened finger slipped between her dewy nether lips.  “Please,” she managed to croak.

“My pleasure.”

“Oh, gawd!”

J.D. slid his fingers around, exploring the shallow regions of her pussy.  After a few trips around her juicy sex, he settled in at the nexus of her folds, gently rubbing her pleasure nub.

“Pa.  Please!”

“Harder?”

“No, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh.”

“Shhh!  Be quiet girl,” admonished her husband.  “Be very quiet,” he whispered.

Shelly took Luke’s hand and brought it to her lips.

“Ow!” Luke complained softly as she chewed on his hand to keep from screaming.

The Reverend saw that his daughter was kissing Luke’s hand.  Then he noticed that she had closed her eyes.  ‘She too is getting my message of love,’ he thought with satisfaction.

Luke and his father were dispassionately looking forward, feigning listening to the rambling sermon when the first climax wracked through Shelly’s shuddering body.  He really couldn’t see the flush on her face, but to her father, Shelly appeared to be crying.  ‘I’ve truly touched her heart this morning,’ he thought happily. 

A lady, two pews up, turned to see what was the cause of the peculiar noises from the back.  Luke and his pa smiled and nodded.  The snoopy lady turned back around, satisfied that nothing was amiss.

Awash in a flood of endorphins, Shelly slowly drifted back down, eventually releasing Luke hand that was now embedded with her teeth marks.  Pa’s hand mercifully departed from beneath her dress.  With the Reverend looking right at him, Pa, with a wry smile, pretended to scratch his nose with his pungent pussy-wet finger.  Then he left it there under the bridge of his nose, resting his chin on his thumb, as if he were deep in thought.

Luke looked about.  There was no one to his immediate left or immediate right.  Nor was there anyone in the pew directly in front of them.  With a boldness that surprised even Pa, Luke pulled up the helm of Shelly’s dress.

Grabbing her dress she scolded, “Luke, stop it!” 

“Shush, woman!” he whispered.  “Now, let go, Shelly,” he sternly added.

“Luke…”

“Damn it, do as I say,” he commanded in a whisper.

Shelly, her heart racing, let go of her dress and allowed Luke to hike it until she was completely exposed.  J.D. leaned forward slightly, his eyes riveted on her bald pussy.

Looking straight ahead her husband ordered, “Spread yer legs, girl.”

“Luke…”

“Do it!”

The woman two rows up glanced back momentarily.

"I said, spread 'em," Luke whispered.

Reluctantly Shelly complied, parting her legs with a large measure of trepidation.

Almost too loudly, J.D. Blalock exclaimed, “Good God Almighty,” as Luke plunged two fingers up her wet cunt.  Seemingly loud smacking noises accompanied the lewd fingering.

J.D. was watching intently with his head slumped down. The Reverend noticed with some dismay that Luke’s dad appeared to have fallen asleep.   Shelly and Luke on the other hand still appeared to be very alert.  Soon, however, she appeared to have started crying again.  ‘My sermon is not that good,’ thought her father.

J.D.’s eyes got wider when Luke started frigging her with three fingers.  Luke was about to go for four when Shelly’s face flushed, her hips uncontrollably began bucking and she started making choking noises. 

‘What on earth is going on?’ thought the pastor.  ‘Is she sick?’

In desperation to end the stimulation, Shelly grabbed her husband’s hand and made him stop.  It didn’t matter to her that she might be disobeying; she just couldn’t take it anymore without screaming.

The sermon over, the Reverend invited those who felt God’s presence to step forward and rededicate their lives while the congregation sang another hymn.  When the hymn was over, there were no takers for his invitation.  The Reverend closed the services with a prayer.

Shelly was still quite flustered when the congregation began filing outside for the Sunday potluck dinner on the church grounds.  “You two are so wickedly bad!” she chided. 

“Well, let’s go,” said Pa anxious to get home and bury his cock in her.

“Give me a minute, please!  Oh, I think I soiled the back of my dress!  Look, let’s just wait until everyone’s outside.  Then I’ll need to go to the ladies room.”

Once the last person filed out of church, the threesome stood.  While Luke and Pa went outside, Shelly went up the aisle and headed for the restroom next to the administrative office.

*****

“J.D.!  So good to see you today, my brother!” beamed the Reverend as he pumped J.D. Blalock’s hand by the church door.  “And you too, Luke.  Son, how’s the house coming along?”  The good Reverend rattled on with his heartfelt pleasantries.  After what seemed an eternity to J.D. they were able to break away from Shelly’s dad after Luke promised to come supper at his in-laws’ later in the week.

“What’s takin’ her so damned long?” fumed J.D..

“Relax, Pa.  She’s fixin’ her face or sumpthin’.  She’ll be along.  Can’t rush those things ya know.”

“Her face is fine,” snorted the older man.  “Oh, goddamn, I can hardly stand the wait!”

“Look, we all gotta eat, Pa, so why don’t ya go fix yerself a plate of food.  Besides, we can’t just run off right away.  It’ll look funny.”

“Guess yer right.  Food’s always mighty good here.  But, look, I can’t wait all damned day, so after we eat, we go!”

“What’s yer hurry, Pa?” teased Luke.

“My hurry?  Ya know how long it’s been?”

“How long?  Fer what?”

“Since I screwed a nineteen year old girl.  She’s still nineteen, ain’t she?”

“Yes,” laughed Luke, “she’s still nineteen.  Why don’t ya go fix a plate.  I’m gonna go find Lynette and say hello.”

Luke left his pa to fend for himself.  Soon a gaggle of widows had surrounded J.D..

He had made it only halfway across the churchyard before the Widow Tinsley accosted Luke.  As usual the attractive redheaded widow was dressed very conservatively for church.  “Luke!” she sang out with a big smile across her face.  “I hear that you’ve been a bad boy,” she said saucily.

Luke felt his face heat up.  Who else knew?  What did she know?

“Hmmm, P-Wiley’s…”

“Oh, god,” groaned Luke.

“When your daddy got that call this morning, he was really agitated.  I see you two have worked something out,” she said with a laugh.  “Look, do me favor?  I came with J.D. this morning, so I don’t have my car.  Don’t let him take off and leave me stranded here.”

“Uh, sure.”  

“Well, I think I’d better go rescue the old buzzard, before one of those hens get their hooks into him.  See you later.”

*****

Deacon Jones had just secured the morning’s offerings when he saw Shelly walking down the hallway.   Just as she got near the restroom door, he stepped out of the office and blocked her way.  

She had always disliked the Deacon.  The way he always looked at her made her uncomfortable.  She had told her father about it, but he dismissed her complaints as a figment of a childish imagination.  Maybe Deacon Jones wasn’t very handsome, but he was the most important layman in the congregation.  He was a God-fearing man, a dedicated hard worker, and an upstanding citizen.  The church simply couldn’t function properly without a man like him.  Just because he was a bit ugly, was no reason to fear him.  After all, for his paying job, he was a Deputy Sheriff.

“Uh, excuse me, Deacon Jones.”

“Just a moment, Shelly.  May I speak to you a moment.”  He reached into his back pocket and showed her his badge.

For all the years that he had ogled her, she had no knowledge about or interest in him other than he was the church Deacon and had a very meek wife.  Daddy liked him, depended upon him, but to her, he didn’t exist as anything other than the Deacon.   Deputy Sheriff?  That had never crossed her mind. Upon seeing the badge, the implications were immediately apparent to Shelly. Her heart sank. She nearly vomited. 

Certainly he would tell her father what had happened.  Everyone would soon know all about it.  Everyone would know what a wanton slut-whore she was.  Worst of all, Daddy might loose his church!

“I missed your little party out at the Sheriff’s farm last night.”

“Oh, please!   Please, don’t tell my father!”

“Your father is a good man, a very good man.  Knowing this would break his heart.  If it ever got out, well, the congregation just wouldn’t stand for it.  They’ll throw him out like an old shoe.”  Jones paused enjoying her plight and relishing the feeling of power that he now had over the pretty preacher’s daughter. 

“Relax, Missy, I would never tell your father about that.  It’s a police matter and as such, it’s none of the church’s business.”

The Deacon took a quick look around and seeing that no one else was present, suddenly pushed her through the restroom door, locking it behind him.

“What do you want?” she naively asked.

“Turn around.  Face the mirror.”

Shelly turned as she was told.

“Now lean against the lavatory.”

Shelly leaned forward.

“Now look in the mirror.”

Shelly looked up and saw herself and the Deacon standing behind her.

“Look me in the eyes, whore.  That’s it.”

Shelly felt and saw him lift her dress up and over her back.

“Forgot your panties?”

“What are you doing?  I’ll tell my daddy!”

“Go ahead, slut.  Tell him.  I’m just doing my duty.  How many hours of community service do you have left?”

“I, I…”

“Well, Honey this won’t count towards them.  This is just for my personal pleasure.”

***** 

With a plate overflowing with food and another heaped with three deserts, Luke made his way over to the young adult table where Lynette was sitting.  Usually, Lynette would be in an animated conversation with the other girls, but today she very quiet. 

“Hi, Lynette!”  She didn’t acknowledge him.  They had always been close, ever since they both could remember, they had been either friends or lovers, not that they ever made love to each other.  They had just been boyfriend and girlfriend, in elementary school, junior high and high school.  A little necking, a little tittie-pie twice, but nothing serious.  Heck, they were almost like brother and sister.  After he knocked up Shelly and had to marry her, Lynette gave him the ice treatment, but she had gotten over that a long time ago. 

‘Uh, oh,’ thought Luke.  ‘What does she know?’

“Uh, nice day, huh?” he politely asked.  Silence.  “Uh, how’s school?  Ready for graduation?”  Silence. 

The awkwardness of the situation was more than he could handle, so he too clamed up and ate in silence.  All the while he was wondering what the problem was and dreading the answer.  Did she know too?  He was saved when a strong hand clasped his shoulders.

“Bobby Ray!  How ya doin’, Dude?”

“Uh, okay.  Say, could I talk to ya for a moment.”

“Sure,” replied Luke cautiously.

“Ya know, Lynette and I haven’t seen yer new house and… we were wondering if maybe… we could come over this afternoon.”

“Well, we gotta go see Pa.”

“Yer Pa’s here,” rejoined Bobby Ray nodding towards Luke’s pa.

“I know.  I mean, we’re goin’ over to his place fer a visit, after church.”

“Well, I really need to talk to ya, Luke.  Can’t do it here.  How about if we met ya at yer pa’s house.”

“Uh, uh… we got some family business to take care of, Bobby Ray.  I know!  Why don’t ya come over later!  Ya really do need to see the house!  It’s a bit run down, but it’s gonna be real nice once we fix it up good.”

“Yeah.  Okay.  That’ll work.  What time?”

“About four?  I’ll call ya when we’re ready to leave Pa’s.”

“We won’t be home… Let’s just make it four, four thirty.  If ya ain’t home yet, we’ll just wait fer ya.”

“Sure, Bobby Ray.  Four thirty.  Ya know the address?”

“Yeah, I got it.”   Bobby Ray went over and whispered something to his sister.  Lynette nodded, then looked up at Luke and gave him a weak smile before standing.  With that, Lynette and Bobby Ray made their way to Bobby Ray’s truck.

*****

The rape was perfunctory and over in just a few minutes.  All the while that she was being violated, Shelly had to maintain eye contact in the mirror with the sneering Deacon until he was finished.  It was quick, but it seemed to take longer, much longer than it actually did.  His performance reminded her of O’Ryan’s, before Jake read him the riot act about getting her off too.

Spent, Jones zipped up and pulled her dress back down.  “See you around, whore,” he said slipping out the restroom door.

Shelly locked the door behind him and paused to collect her thoughts.  There was absolutely nothing that she could do about it.  But here?  At the church?  In the house of the Lord?  How could he?  ‘It wasn’t my fault,’ she reasoned.  ‘He could’ve done it anywhere, but he did it right here in my father’s church!’

 “Dear, Lord, it wasn’t me!” she said looking up at the ceiling. 

Then she thought about Luke and his pa fingering her in the sanctuary while her father preached. 

“That wasn’t me either, Lord!  It wasn’t me.  They made me!” 

Splashing some cold water over her face she reasoned,  ‘Yes, Luke did make me.  It’s on his soul, all of it, not mine.’  Looking up she saw the pretty girl looking back at her from the mirror.  “Poor, Luke!” she addressed the girl. “I wonder if I’ll ever see him in heaven.  He’s a good man.  Certainly he won’t be punished too hard.  It’s not like he’s a cold blooded killer.”

Feeling a familiar trickle beginning to run down her inner thigh, she gathered up some toilet paper and wiped herself clean.

*****

“Where is she?” demanded Pa.

“She’ll be out in minute,” replied Luke.  “Ya know how women are.”

“Oh, here she comes now!  Get her a god damned plate and let’s get the hell out of here!”

*****

Straightaway, stepping from the church door, Shelly ran into Deacon Jones again. Seeing the shapely girl, the sanctimonious man’s lips curled up in an evil, depreciatory smile.  She brushed past him without acknowledging him.

“Tramp,” he muttered as he grabbed her arm in passing.  “Listen up!  What happens between me and you is nobody’s business.  Got it?”

“What are you gonna do?” she snapped.  “Rape me again?  Right here?”

“No, not here,” he laughed releasing her arm.  

The urge had been great, nearly uncontrollable, but Jones had managed to restrain himself.  She was already half naked from the waist up.  It was so tempting to simply reach out and rip her dress off right then and there.  Not so much to show everyone what a whore she was, but purely for his personal entertainment.  There would be another time for that, he reflected.  Knowing that the moment would be soon, he smiled.  At last, he could act out his fantasies, fantasies of rape, fantasies of forcible sodomy, fantasies of nursing from her milk-laden tits. 

Ever since she began to mature, he had imagined her nude, and wondered what her big breasts really looked like in the raw. Of course, up until now, she was absolutely untouchable.  After all she was the preacher’s daughter, pure as the wind driven snow.  Suddenly, in the blink of the eye, she was a fuck-toy.  A fuck-toy for him to use and abuse at will.  Best of all there was nothing that she could or would do about it. 

Quickly Shelly walked away from the loathsome Deacon, her pussy tingling with need.  She knew she should have felt outrage at the violation that had just taken place, but she also realized that in reality, she was only disappointed that it was so quick and unsatisfying.

Following the swaying of her hips, the Deacon smacked his lips as his mind’s eye filled with visions of her nude.  Nude and tied spread eagle from the rafters.  Nude while he whipped and beat Satan from her soul.  Nude while she cried, begging for mercy.  Nude as he fucked her and fucked her until his seed had taken root in her womb.  As usual, his fantasies had their typical effect.  Jones turned away so that no one could see him adjust the stiffening prick in his pants.

*****

“Uh, excuse me, Miss.”

Shelly stopped and turned towards the unfamiliar voice.

“Yes?  Are you speaking to me?”

“Yes, Miss Mattox, I mean Mrs. Blalock.  It is Mrs. Blalock?”

“Yes,” she answered the polite gentlemen.

“I’m Ned Fowler, Mrs. Blalock.”

“Pleased to meet you, Ned.  Please call me Shelly.”

“Of course, Shelly.  I just moved out here to the country from town about four weeks ago and joined your father’s church.  I’ve seen you, but there was never an occasion for me to speak to you.”

“You didn’t need an occasion, Ned.  We are all one family here.”

“Yes, of course.  Everyone is so nice here.”

Catching sight of the Deacon joining his mousey wife she replied with a slight frown, “For the most part.”

“You’ll be perfect.”

“Come again?”

In a low conspiratorial voice Ned said, “I saw you last night at P-Willy’s.  I thought it was you, but now, I’m certain.  You know, I bought two tickets.  Sure wish I’d won!” he said with a laugh.  “That was quite a show you put on, Shelly… Oh, please!   Don’t look so distraught!  You’re so much prettier with that radiant smile of yours.”

“Ned, please.  Don’t say…”

“Don’t you worry about that, Shelly.  My lips are sealed.  Families like this have their secrets,” he tittered.  “There’s no way that I’d want any of these good folks to know that I frequented a place like that,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.  “Now, like I said, you’ll be perfect.”

“Perfect?  Perfect for what?”

“In three weeks I’m throwing a bachelor party for my younger brother.  I need a girl.  A pretty girl, like you.  A pretty girl who knows how to have a good time, a really good time.  There’ll be about six, maybe eight of us.  How does one hundred dollars sound?… Okay, one fifty.  For about four hours.  I’ll give you a call and give you the time and the place.  Gimme your number.”

“Uh, I don’t have a phone yet.”

“No problem.  Here, take one of my cards.  Call me next week.  Deal?”

“Uh, I, uh…”

“You wouldn’t want word to leak out about… you know, P-Willy's.  Do you?”

“No!  No, I don’t, it’s just that my hus…”

“Then it’s a deal for one fifty.  Call me.”  Ned excitedly added, “This’ll be great!  The guys are gonna flip!” 

Somewhat dismayed, Shelly watched as Ned hurried off to join a lady that she presumed was his wife.  ‘Does everybody know?’ she silently asked herself.  Then she muttered, “Oh, my gosh!  I just took a job!”  That wasn’t something her husband had told her to do.  It was all on her. 

Her mind was in a swirl as she tried to reason her way out the dilemma she now faced.  Then she realized that she hadn’t actually done anything yet.  She had three weeks to get Luke’s permission.  ‘I’m sure that he won’t mind,’ she reasoned.  'We do need the money for the electrical work.'  With her quandary resolved for the moment, she perked up.  Ned was cute and he was a gentleman.  Six or eight guys?  Conjuring up an image of her upcoming gig, her pussy tingled with anticipation.  It would be fun… as long as Luke approved, of course. 

*****

“Who was that?” asked Luke as he carried his wife’s plate to a table under the trees.

“Ned.   Ned Fowler.  He’s new here.”

“What did he want?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she replied in a conspiratorial tone. 

Changing the subject she said, “Pa sure is in a hurry.”

“He’s about ready to burst!” laughed Luke.

“Well, we won’t keep him long.  I’m so hot, Luke, I could burst too,” she giggled.

“That’s the spirit, babe.  Ya know, I bet that was most fun he’d ever had in church!  Come to think of it, it was certainly the most fun I’ve ever had!”

“You two are so bad!  We were in church!  My daddy was looking right at us!”

“He thinks we were touched by the Holy Spirit today.”

“Don’t be blasphemous, Luke Blalock!  You know I don’t approve of…”

“Relax, woman!  I’m just sayin’ yer dad watched the whole thing and never for a moment suspected what was really goin’ on!  I swear to ya, he thought we, Pa included, was bein’ moved by his preachin’!”

It was so outrageously preposterous and Luke’s laughter was so infectious that Shelly couldn’t help but join her husband in hearty, uncontrollable laughter. The Reverend, seeing them having a good time, smiled contentedly. 

 

To be continued...

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