As disgusting as he sounded, Laverne found that his lewd descriptions were faintly exciting her. The possessive way he was holding her, and his obscene, but vivid descriptions of sex were bringing exciting tingles to her pussy.

"Let go of me!" she sobbed, trying to push him away as a warm glow began faintly burning in her pussy.

Suddenly excited by a strange, burning fire in her eyes, the reverend grasped her waist, pulling her soft, warm body up tightly against him.

"NO!" she shrieked, feeling his hard prick pressing against her through his pants.

The front of her gown had opened, and Laverne could feel her pussy hair rubbing against the material of his trousers. She knew this was all wrong, but she suddenly felt a strange excitement, realizing that only his pants separated his throbbing cock from her cunt.

"Feel it?" he panted. "Can you feel that big, hard prick? God, how I want to fuck your cute little pussy."

"You filthy asshole!" she panted, trying to push him away.

"Stop, being a fool," he whispered. "You know you'd love to have this hot, live cock stuffed up your cunt."

"Please let me go," she sobbed, his obscene words starting to arouse her in spite of her disgust for him.

Ignoring her pleading, the reverend thrust his hands through the front of her gown and, reaching around, grasped the soft cheeks of her ass, pulling her squirming cunt up tighter against his throbbing hard-on.

"No! No!" squealed Laverne, pounding his chest with her clenched fists. "Stop it! You've got to stop it!"

Trembling violently, the lovely redhead could feel his hands massaging and kneading her deliciously bare ass while his fingers goosed into the soft fleshy crack between her asscheeks. A hot, damp helplessness began flowing through her body as the hard bulge in the front of his pants continued rotating suggestively against her warm, naked pussy.