Susie Goes to the Devil, page 4
‘Now...’ breathed the vicar, turning towards Susie, shirttails hanging loose, held aside by the strength of the huge erection that speared from his gaping fly, swelling inside his black underwear, ‘what about you, my dear girl? Are you ready to feel the power of love as well? Do you need it too?’ As he asked, his voice hypnotically low, he pulled his belt from its loops.
‘Yes, I need it,’ whispered Susie. It was the only possible answer, because she had to have the pictures and the story, and because she was almost as mesmerised by the power of the vicar’s personality as Sophie, and because she was so aroused by the imagery of her sister and the vicar, and the knowledge of what they were about to do, that her white silk panties were shamefully damp.
The lost look in her eyes was unmistakeable, and fired the vicar to even greater heights of desire. ‘Do you want to feel the power of love in you tonight?’ he asked, as he stepped closer, unzipping the creamy cashmere dress with his free hand, freeing it from her shoulders and watching as it fell to the floor.
As his eyes feasted on the smooth curves of her shapely body, the firm swell of her breasts inside their flimsy covering, and the unmistakeable sheen of her freshly-shaved skin, pink and smooth within the near-transparent panties, Susie saw his erection twitch, an involuntary spasm of excitement, and she felt her own body mirror the movement, a thrilling surge of excitement and need as she imagined it thrusting inside her.
Then he roughly grabbed her arm and propelled her towards the table, hurrying now because he could hardly wait, almost forcing her down so she bent over the polished wood beside her sister, instinctively adopting Sophie’s pose, face sideways on the tabletop, looking towards her, with her feet apart and her bottom raised. Sophie felt Susie’s stockinged leg against hers and smiled, eyes half-closed and moist lips parted slightly by desire. Behind her, Susie sensed the vicar’s eager movements and heard the rasping of clothes being hastily removed.
‘Do you crave the power of love inside you now... really crave it?’ The vicar’s voice was a harsh croak as his trousers fell to the floor.
‘Yes, I think so,’ confirmed Susie, taking a firmer grip on the far edge of the table, and settling her tummy against it in preparation for his thrusts.
‘Oh yes,’ said Sophie dreamily, spreading her body wide with two fingers so he could see just how much she craved it inside her.
‘Are you ready to feel the power of love right now?’ He stepped from his trousers, standing close behind her with the belt dangling in one hand.
‘I’m ready,’ sobbed Sophie.
‘I’m ready,’ said Susie, quite certain that the pose she was in gave the vicar a perfect view of her wet sex lips, through white silk panties made transparent by her lasciviousness.
The vicar’s heart was hammering as he stared at Susie’s vulnerable body, hammering harder as his gaze shifted to Sophie’s gleaming wet pinkness and the shiny finger that slithered in and out.
‘Are you prepared?’ he roared, and freed the giant erection from the opening of his underpants, letting it pulse in front of him, the bulbous purple tip shining and smooth.
‘Oh, yes please,’ cried Sophie, looking over her shoulder at the object of her need, bobbing just inches from where she desperately wanted him to put it.
‘Are you ready to repent?’ The vicar caressed Susie’s bottom with his free hand, making her flinch at his touch.
‘Yes, I...’ she whispered.
‘Are you ready to repent?’ His hand reached across and brushed Sophie’s tight rump before dipping down to the irresistible honey pot she was so lovingly stirring for him.
‘Ohhh yessss...’ she sighed, as a fingertip nosed the soft lips aside.
‘Are you truly ready for forgiveness?’ he asked, reaching out to Susie and pulling the tight panties higher, stretching them, squeezing the wet softness within.
‘I’m ready,’ she said, and meant it, because she too was about as ready as she’d ever been.
The vicar looked at them again, gazing from one to the other while his left hand absently stroked the huge erection that still poked proudly from his underpants.
‘Repent then, and show your sin!’ he shouted, and stepping back he whirled his right arm like a windmill and the leather belt whistled through a semicircle and lashed across two sets of buttocks with a stinging crack! And both girls squealed as their flesh quivered and a red line appeared across both bottoms as if branded there, and he grasped himself harder in his left hand.
‘Repent, you sinners of the flesh!’ he shouted as the belt cracked down again, his left hand pumping vigorously as his eyes roamed across the taut buttocks and soft wet pinkness nestled between.
‘Repent, oh harlot!’ roared the vicar, and he laid it on again, a stinging blow that drew another weal and another squeal. ‘Painted whore!’ bellowed the vicar as his left hand pumped faster and his right arm tried to keep up the pace.
Whack! Whack! The belt was swinging and striking with an unerringly repetitive rhythm.
‘Say after me: I repent,’ he panted.
‘I repent,’ the girls repeated, but there was no mercy from the vicar.
Whack! Whack! The leather resounded across four delicious buttocks, the cheeks aglow with rosy flame and the soft wet centres on fire with molten lust.
‘Say again, I repent my sins!’ he demanded, and though both voices obeyed at once the belt landed again, crisp and precise.
Whack! Whack! It stung Sophie’s bottom and Susie’s bottom almost at the same instant, so their squeals were in perfect unison once again.
‘Repent your wickedness, repent ye harlots!’ boomed the vicar, and his arm swept down and the belt slashed and the girls wailed.
Again and again the broad leather landed across the two girls, almost always striking both together, making them jerk in unison, an experience so arousing that the vicar’s face was as purple as the rounded tip of his erection, the veins in his temples and throat almost as gnarled as those that knotted the length of his jutting shaft. His eyes were almost bursting from his head as his arm and hand blurred into a frenzy of blows, the belt swooping over his head and thrashing across the buttocks of the two sisters sprawled over the table in front of him, the effort so great he no longer had the strength to preach at them.
But the more he whipped and the more the girls wailed and the more they repented, the more aroused they became, and he gawped with rabid lust at the thin strip of black material that was now embedded in Sophie’s pussy, glistening wet, her swollen lips split like a juicy fig.
‘Repent!’ he managed to croak, and as the belt swatted the material got wetter, the black slash grew narrower and more pinkness was revealed as the gusset pulled deeper into Sophie’s writhing body.
At last the vicar’s weary arm slowed, the lash of the belt grew weaker and in a heaving voice he asked, ‘Are you ready to feel the power of love?’
‘Yes,’ whispered Susie, her voice undeniably husky with desire.
‘Please,’ begged Sophie, unashamedly peeling the black material from between her sex lips and holding it aside invitingly.
The vicar stepped closer, dropping the belt to the floor and taking his erection in both hands, pointing it as he leaned forward until the huge purple knob was touching Sophie and her quivering body froze, waiting... waiting... until finally he leaned over her deliciously vulnerable form.
Susie raised herself onto her elbows, and as she stared in awe the vicar fed his cock into her sister, making the inches disappear from sight one after the other - three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... until it was completely embedded in her, as easily as pushing a hot knife into butter.
Sophie sighed deeply and relaxed, slumped on the table as the vicar began to pull slowly out of her, easing himself bodily away and then falling forward again, pushing in and out with wet sucking sounds that grew louder and faster as his movements quickened and Sophie’s juices increased in response.
Susie pressed her palms against the table and lifted herself further back; she’d seen the vicar in action before - and felt him of course - but she’d forgotten quite how large he was, how impressive his dimensions. Sophie was experiencing it all for the first time, and clearly enjoying it as she raised herself on tiptoe, lifting her bottom higher and back, pressing onto the pumping shaft, urging it deeper as her breath became a series of ragged sobs in time with each aggressive inward thrust.
The vicar seemed to notice Susie moving for the first time, beady eyes swivelling towards her in a face that was bright red and dripping with sweat that fell from bushy eyebrows, from the tip of his plump and purple nose, and from the fleshy chin, the droplets falling like warm rain on Sophie’s buttocks. He was clutching them in his liverish hands, one set of stubby fingers clamped around each perfect globe, but he released one and reached for Susie, laying his hand firmly on her bottom, stroking the warm flesh inside the tightly stretched white silk panties, fingers searching inwards and down until they probed the narrow valley between her buttocks.
Instincts took over as she too lifted onto the balls of her feet and bent forward again, raising her bottom and spreading her thighs. The vicar’s fingers found the heat inside the white panties and the wetness that soaked them, and began to hunt, pushing and probing excitedly, spreading the slick wet flesh apart but unable to force any deeper because of the tight material that was stretched over her opening, and they began to scrabble, as if digging their way through.
Susie’s hips were beginning to thrust up and down as if she could help him force his way through her panties by pressure, but she knew it was never going to happen, so she reached back and pushed the white silk panties down over her bottom, slackening the material that guarded her, letting the vicar’s fingers push it deeper. He gave a sudden snort of satisfaction as his digits sank into the welcoming warmth, and pushed harder, thrusting the wet material into her body.
The sudden invasion felt good, but it was not enough and it was not what Susie had intended or needed. With a squeal that was an even mix of relief and frustration, she pushed the panties lower until they were dragging against his hand and he finally got the picture, releasing the pressure and allowing her to pull the wet material aside. Then his fingers thrust back again, and with a grunt of triumph he pushed easily into the scalding wet flesh, making Susie gasp as the knuckles thudded against her.
Now the vicar was leaning back, watching his own handiwork as he thrust in and out of both sisters, shoving his huge erection into Sophie and thrusting two fingers into Susie, making both girls gasp with each rhythmic penetration.
Then the movements stopped suddenly, and there was a moment of silence broken only by three gasping sets of lungs, then with a wet plop the vicar extracted himself from the girls, shuffled sideways, and rested something that felt like a hot rubber ball between Susie’s soft and parted lips. ‘Now you can feel the power of love,’ he croaked, and as Susie gasped he pushed his long, purple-tipped shaft deep into her body.
‘Aaah...’ she gasped, as ten solid inches of rigid flesh sank inexorably into her pretty little pussy, until his grey pubic hair rasped against her scalded and punished bottom.
‘Ohhh... aaah...’ squealed Sophie, as her moan of disappointment was uplifted by two fingers that replaced the emptiness, spreading her tight opening wide as they wormed into her and wriggled around.
The vicar quickly settled back into rhythm, pumping in and out of the two girls, making them gasp in harmony as his own breath tore and laboured in his lungs and his face reddened dangerously as he looked down to where his thick erection spread Susie’s pussy into a perfect O, like a little round mouth that clasped wetly as the shaft pistoned back and forth, smearing its welcoming wetness along the glistening length.
The effect on Susie was growing as the fleshy rod pounded unstoppably, a steady, unbreakable rhythm that all her squirming could not change. No matter how much her hips writhed as she tried to make him go faster and deeper, the vicar just pumped steadily in and out until she thought she’d scream in frustration. And then she realised that the steady beat was having a pronounced, inexorable effect and there was a slow building of pressure in her sex, a continual rise of pressure, and her movements ceased, and she was still for a few seconds until she felt the beat and matched it, circling her hips in perfect time as she helped herself towards a beautiful crisis.
The vicar understood the signals and suddenly sidestepped again, pulling free of Susie and leaving her cold and empty as her sister sighed beside her, wriggling her bottom backwards along the shaft the vicar prodded against her.
Two fingers plunged into Susie’s body and began pushing in and out, spreading and sliding, and slowly her body caught up with the movement and she relaxed, letting her pelvis rock and circle, and soon she was gasping again with each thrust and hearing Sophie gasp too. And then suddenly her back dipped, her head and shoulders lifted, her mouth opened and she was perfectly still. Even the vicar froze too, motionless except for the huge shaft that pulsed inside Sophie, and she squealed several times before slumping again onto the table.
The vicar still had two fingers inside Susie; two fingers that kept perfect time with the spasms of his climax, and each time he sprayed a viscous jet into Sophie the fingers inside Susie convulsed and relaxed, and the extraordinary sharing of her sister’s orgasm and the vicar’s climax made her come again as well, and she shuddered like a rag doll as intense sensations ebbed and flowed once more.
The two girls had hardly fallen silent when the vicar withdrew his fingers from Susie and his now floppy semi-hardness from Sophie. ‘Caroline,’ he said, and it was a moment before Susie remembered that was her alias and realised he was talking to her. By then he had raised her weary body and turned her to sit on the table edge. ‘Sophie,’ he said, turning her, pressing one hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees between Susie’s listlessly parted thighs, her face inches away from Susie’s hot wetness. ‘I’m sure we can make enough of this to satisfy your needs as well,’ he said to Susie, and as he pressed Sophie’s face between her sister’s thighs he pulled Susie’s head forward and down. Instinctively she opened her legs and opened her mouth, and as Sophie’s tongue began to lap tentatively between her soft folds, probing into the dark warmth, Susie obediently took the engorged helmet of the vicar’s still impressively large penis into her mouth and began to suck, tasting the spicy perfume of her sister’s pussy mingled with the thicker creaminess of the vicar’s ejaculation. And as she sucked she felt the fleshy column thicken and grow between her lips, stretching them, her jaw beginning to ache.
‘Amazing,’ she whispered, truly in awe of his stamina as she lifted her head and straightened up, holding the throbbing length and stiffness in her two hands.
‘It truly is a miracle,’ he agreed, and smiled as he curled a fist around the base, holding it still and straight, and shuffled forward, easing Sophie’s head to one side so he could slide his length alongside her busy tongue, filling Susie with its hugeness as it sank deeper and deeper and deeper. ‘Now, my children,’ he said, and guided Sophie’s head back into place.
Chapter 4
‘Good work, Susie,’ boomed the editor. ‘Great story, excellent pictures. Excellent. My word, yes. Very detailed, very... er, very incriminating...’
‘Right,’ she said brightly into her mobile phone, pretending not to notice the way his voice tailed off into a guilty silence, and trying not to sound as nervous as that detail made her feel.
‘Yes, we’ll do a big splash on the front page, use one of the spanking shots - just him and the stockings and a bum. And then we’ll do another splash in the centre, lots of pictures - no faces apart from his, of course, but a lot of the stuff with both of you in is just too good to leave on the bench.’
Prolonged silence meant he’d said his piece, and there were no more surprises. As if those weren’t enough. Though to be fair it was not really a surprise. Susie had made him promise not to use Sophie in the story, and especially not to use any pictures of her. But she knew well enough that they’d use the best pictures, regardless of who was in them, and if that meant putting her sister on the front page and therefore through the emotional wringer, then they’d just go right ahead and do that.
They had no compunctions about hurting people or destroying their lives, even if those people were innocent. Not if it sold a few thousand more papers. But this did not sound too bad, though she’d have to see the paper herself to know just how economical the editor was really being with what passed for the truth from his narrow perspective.
‘As long as we can’t be recognised...’ she began, but the editor was ahead of her on that one and interrupted brusquely.
‘No faces, no clothes, no jewellery, no nothing that could be used. Just two bums bent over the table. You could be any pair of bimbos for all you can see. Don’t you worry about it.’
‘Fine then, fine,’ she said, not sure about being called a bimbo, nor quite as reassured as she tried to sound, and knowing she would not be able to relax until she had the paper in her hands and saw the pictures that had been used.
‘I’ll get them to email the layouts later on,’ he said, thinking ahead of her, ‘probably tomorrow. And then we’ll give the randy old goat the phone call at about half-five.’
Sunday paper protocol dictated that all victims of such a front page exposé got a warning in the shape of an opportunity to say their piece, but they always received it as late as possible or polite on Saturday, in order to reduce the chances of a slick lawyer being able to dig out a helpful judge and get an injunction to stop the presses.
