Vicar Jones is glad he will be able to remove his heavy black robe and white collar soon. It is very hot. His church picnic in late June is held in a grove of trees in a private park beside a lake. Usually a brisk breeze blows off the lake, but today little wind stirs the branches of the tall oaks and aspens.
He has given the blessing and the picnic lunch is over. Older women clear away the plates and cups. Younger women giggle as the young men of the congregation poke exploratory fingers in their bare navels and rub their breasts through their summer tops. It is time to get the games going.
He gathers the congregation around him and asks for a blessing on the members of the church and the rituals they are about to perform. He expresses in prayer their fervent belief in the power of human sexuality to bring people together and begs acceptance in the eyes of the Almighty of these offerings of their unclothed bodies.
Prayers over, they all strip naked. Blankets and mats are spread all around the clearing. Birds sing in the trees. To Vicar Jones, their songs celebrate the wonderful feeling in his loins as he surveys the naked charms of the females before him, especially the young ones with their firm bodies, pert breasts, and lush pussy hair.
At first, husbands and wives pair off, then sweethearts. The Vicar announces the Leap Frog Game. The women form a circle around the central picnic table, now covered in a purple altar cloth. They get down on hands and knees facing head to ass. The men then go and stand in the spaces between them.
The Vicar pulls a young maiden to his side. She is reserved for him. He raises a whip in his hand and cracks it on the table cloth to signal the start. Each man kneels down and inserts his erect penis into the pussy in front of him. After several strokes, the whip cracks again. Each man leapfrogs over the woman he has just fucked, kneels, and fucks the woman in front of him. After several strokes, the whip cracks again and the leapfrog repeats itself around the circle.