Daddy's nymph daughter(12)

"That was good, Cindy… God, do you realize what we've been missing?"

Cindy's face colored brightly. She stood up and noticed her panties were hanging from one ankle. "But… doesn't it mean that we're… that we're queer?"

The thought had never entered Pepper's mind. "Do you feel queer?"

Cindy shook her head slowly. A slow smile appeared on her flushed face. "No-I feel good… besides, real lesbians dress like boys and talk tough and all."

"Hey-did you bring your suit?" Pepper asked.

"It's downstairs-I dropped it in the hall when I heard you… " Cindy giggled.

"I was going to do some shopping, but I think I'll let it wait… let's go for a swim and cool off…"

Pepper smiled as she ran her hand up under the girl's skirt to stroke her wet pussy. "Maybe we'll do that again later."





Chapter 4




Pepper dove from the low board and splashed into the water. As she surfaced, the pretty redhead saw the Reverend Tomlin standing beside the fence that separated the two yards.

Pepper stroked strongly for the side of the pool and wondered what the old man was scowling about. He wasn't really old, he just acted that way. She tried to imagine what he would look like if he wore something besides the somber black suits.

Grabbing the towel, she waved to him. "Hi, Reverend… wanna go for a swim?"

Cindy giggled as the man's stern face tightened even more.

"No thank you, young lady… but I would like to have a word with you."

"Your place or mine?" Pepper quipped, wondering what was eating the old buzzard.

"My library," he replied, then turned on his heel.

Pepper looked at Cindy and shrugged. "Beats me," she remarked before the other girl could question her. "Maybe I've been playing my stereo too loud again… he complained to Daddy once before."

"Don't stay too long remember what we're gonna do," Cindy said.

Pepper unlatched the gate and skipped across the Reverend's finely trimmed lawn. She knocked on the door and peeked inside.

"Come in, young lady," Tomlin called out to her from the dim library.

Pepper entered hesitantly.

The Reverend was standing in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. He glared at her stiffly as she walked toward him, her towel draped around her neck.

Tomlin looked at the girl's nearly naked body and he felt a sudden heat in his loins. He had watched her and her little playmate cavorting in the pool like two half-dressed heathens. When they had touched one another, he was fully aware of their sinful intentions.

"'Ah, look… " Pepper began as she read trouble in the man's face. "If it's about the stereo, Reverend, you don't have to be angry-I'll keep it down, I promise…"

Tomlin looked at the girl's swelling tits as they threatened to burst out of the brief top, then his gaze wandered to her rounded belly and the thin strip of cloth that covered her pussy mound. He licked his lips, then cleared his throat.

"No. That is not what I wished to speak to you about, Miss Logan," he said firmly. "This morning… that is, I was weeding earlier and I was witness to a most shocking scene… and I saw everything!"

Pepper swallowed back her sudden fear-he must have seen her in the pool with Glen! Jesus-if he told her father!

"Now, I believe it is every human being's right to live as he or she may choose. There are, however, limitations when it comes to certain… ah, behavior shall we say?"

Pepper heard his words and his tone of voice-he was angry, that was apparent. Still, there was something else in his tone of voice and it puzzled her. Then she saw the big bulge in his crotch.

It dawned on her then. She stepped forward as he paused in his lecture.

"What you're saying, you dirty old man… is that you'd like me to do to you what you saw me doing to Glen… isn't that it?"

"God forbid!" he exclaimed, taking a step backwards. The firm surface of his desk barred further retreat.

"Really?" Pepper questioned. She reached out, touched the bulge in his pants. "Then why do you have a hard-on?"

Tomlin felt the blood leave his face as the girl spoke the obscene words. Her hand closed over his pulsing prick, and he felt a shock wave go through his suddenly defenseless body.

"Well, Reverend, isn't that the truth?"' Pepper asked, moving closer as she rubbed the front of his trousers.

"Oh, Lord!" Tomlin cried. He raised his eyes from the Jezebel standing before him. She was Satan's disciple, he knew it, and as he felt the warmth of her hands on his prick, he squeezed his eyes tight and shuddered uncontrollably.

"S'matter, preacher-cat got your tongue?" Pepper asked, fumbling with the zipper of his pants, then drawing it down slowly.