The dance and the audience

"Lift my back, Reverend?"

David put his arms under Sandy's back and lifted. She flexed her legs and her panties came dangerously close to his face as she flipped over the back of the chair. With a quick twirl she was back in front of him, whirling and gyrating in an energetic swing. Somewhere in the blur of motion her blouse came open, revealing her slightly-paler-than-flesh bra. Her smile was positively lascivious.

The frantic dance continued. Sandy hiked up the sides of her skirt and grabbed her underwear. Her repeated left and right hip bumps coincided with jerky slides of her hands down her hips until both garter belt and panties were below her knees. She let them drop and stepped out of them.

When Sandy threw off her blouse it covered David's face. By the time he got it free the girl was twirling her bra over her head like a cowboy swings a lariat. When she let go the garment sailed across the room and landed in the bookcase.

David watched Sandy's skirt slither down her hips; his erection strained at his pants painfully. He surveyed the girl's body, now uncovered from head to toe, as she stood demure and blushing before him.

"Reverend David, I have a question about scripture. What does it mean when it says Adam knew Eve?"

"Well my child, let me give you a demonstration."

He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his underwear.

And David knew Sandra. He knew her in the chair, and again bent over his desk. He knew her mouth, and even knew her after the wicked manner of the Sodomites. He made her feel his Holy Love and his Unholy Lust until she lay spent on the sofa gasping.

And in time she would bore him a son.

Christine had just finished copying the pamphlets for Sunday and cleaning the Gestetner and was on her way out of the church to go home. All was quiet until she neared Rev. Patterson's office. There was something moving in there: was it the pastor, or had some teenager broken in again? She carefully and silently cracked the door.

Crouched by the thin opening she could see Rev. Patterson sitting in his easy chair with the back to the door; Sandy Ames was in his lap, eyes rolled back and moaning like one of the damned.

Christine nearly fell into the door when Sandy let out a loud cry and arched her back, squeezing her breasts and holding them up to the ceiling. Then she collapsed down, burying the Reverend's face in her sinfully-large chest. Christine could feel a warm wetness in her nether regions and explored it with a finger.

Sandy's voice came through the opening.

"I think I understand, but can you show me again?"

Sandy stood up and flaunted her nakedness for anyone peeping through the door-crack to see. Christine bit her lip and rubbed her wet panties. Sandy leaned back against the desk, her bosom heaving and warm white liquid slowly leaking out of her brilliantly pink vagina. Christine bit harder and shifted her fingers from the outside of her panties to the inside.

Reverend Patterson stood up and went to Sandy. His pants were around his thighs and she caught a momentary glimpse of his manhood as he approached her. Mostly she saw his toned-but-slightly-padded ass. He whispered something to Sandy, who turned toward his desk and bent over, revealing a shapely ass and a warm throbbing pussy. The Reverend blocked her view of the dripping cunt with his hand, but Christine could tell from his motions that he was rubbing the soft flesh; Christine held her breath and rubbed herself harder.

When the reverend mounted Sandy again Christine switched to a circular motion with the heel of her palm, timing the pressure on her clit with the pump of his thrusts. She timed a small gasp with one of Sandy's large moans; neither of the two in the office noticed. Christina vibrated the palm-heel in place, straining to hold herself up from her crouch and to hold down her passion.

Christine backed away from the door when the pressure of suppressing her passion became too much to bear. She removed her shoes and ran sock-foot silent to the choir vesting room. She yanked her panties down and hiked up her skirt and whimpered through a huge orgasm, spraying liquid from her overstimulated cunt. Finally she opened her eyes and saw Grace Millner standing with her freshly-cleaned choir robe on a hanger, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Christine.