Part one
As far as Bess Marvin was concerned, any man who would offer a girl his own shirt in order to wipe his jism from her face and chest was a real sport. Both Brent and Skeeter had done so after every load they'd blown in her face and, between these loads, she'd learned more about Susan Quinn and her stay at the fair little town of Cinder Bay.
When the unassuming schoolteacher had first arrived, she'd spent a good deal of time on her own, often in her suite. She soon started making appearances in the parlour, talking to colonel Marks about the hotel's history, of which he was apparently somewhat of an expert. She soon made acquaintance with Elora Sasser, the Dining Room Hostess who'd fondled Bess before charging her a blowjob for her seafood platter. According to Skeeter, or at least his gossiping wife, the woman was an unrepentant lesbian, making the suspicions of Quinn being the same all the more likely as the two began spending a lot of time together. This also meant that Elora most likely knew a lot more about Quinn's whereabouts than she was letting on, and Bess decided that it would soon be time for her to use her body to get this information out of her.
After beginning what was probably a sexual fling with Elora, Susan began dressing in more and more risquΓ© outfits, and this is also when her exhibitionist swimming sessions behind the hotel began. While Elora, again according to Skeeter, wasn't one to partake in such public displays, the two women were seen walking the path to the old lighthouse on more than one occasion.
By the time the Sherriff had returned almost two hours after he'd left, the two prisoners had used her multiple times, always referring to her as 'cocksucker' or 'whore'. Bess was quite surprised at how much she'd enjoyed that, how much it turned her on and made her act accordingly. When Durant finally let her out, she was quite happy to suck on his cock when he suggested it, finding it to be delightfully long and thick when he removed his trousers. He sat comfortably behind his desk while she laid across it on her front, breasts hanging out while she 'chugged' his meat until he came down her throat.
The memory of how his cum felt shooting down her throat sat at the back of her mind as she stood in the Faldor's side parking lot, regarding Susan Quinn's yellow
Corolla
with a smile
.
Looking inside, she was disappointed to find none of the usual clutter most people allowed to build up in their car, as such clutter sometimes provided clues. However, when she tried the door, she found it unlocked. She sat inside, leaving the door open to help dispel some of the summer heat trapped within the confines of the small car, looking around herself at the neat interior. The contents of the glovebox offered no clues but, as Bess half expected on account of the unlocked door, she was rewarded with the keys when she tipped the sun visor down. She fitted the ignition key to the switch, turned it and was this time rewarded with no results whatsoever, not even so much as a dash light. Replacing the keys to the visor, she got out and closed the door, knowing that a car battery wouldn't die in the short time Susan had been in town, at least not during the summer. She wondered if it had been sabotaged so Susan couldn't leave, a moment later turning to look over at the car the three girls had rented. Would it start?
Slowly walking out of the side lot, her next destination was the church. From the road, she took another look at the small building Billybob had been urinating against on the day of their arrival. Just off the shoulder of the road, a fair sized wooden sign hanging from a gallows style post of steel pipe identified it as
St. Raphael's Anglican Church.
It looked slightly run down, but only in that its old cedar shingle cladding needed to be scraped for a fresh coat of white paint. Apart from that, it was quite picturesque with even the expected cemetery in back. The holy temple of God was, like every other building in town, fronted by a small, dirt parking area and the simple wooden porch with no handrails led up three steps to a door at the base of the tall, frontal spire.
Inside, her expectations weren't disappointed. Deep red carpeting led from the darkened entry up the center aisle, lit by diagonal shafts of sunlight from the tall, stained glass windows to either side. Between each window was a painting that depicted some biblical scene or another, something that Bess, with the hint of a smile, assumed was for bored parishioners to look at and be reminded of why they were there. The old wooden pews were the same colour as the heavy, arching beams that supported the high ceiling, and the railing that separated the congregation from the altar.
The altar itself was clothed in the expected holy linens, immaculately pressed and placed beneath a giant crucifix fastened to the wall. To either side of the altar area, ornate, upholstered wooden chairs lined the richly panelled walls and, in the one with the tallest back, sat a woman in a black dress. She was regarding Bess with curiosity, peering in an effort to see who it was who'd entered to the darkened area at the door.
"Hello?" she called uncertainly as she slowly rose from the chair.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Bess replied, walking from the gloom and into the light.
The woman, wearing a black, short sleeved, mid-thigh length dress with a white square at the stand-up collar, appeared to relax a little as she replied, "No, I... was just thinking."
She stepped forward and down from the slightly raised altar area and, as Bess walked up the center aisle to meet her, thePriestess turned to face the great crucifix and genuflected while crossing herself. Then she stood again, turning to wait there with a slightly uncomfortable smile as Bess approached.
"I'm Reverend Muren," she stated, offering her hand.
Bess took it, introducing herself as well and wondering if the Reverend would have offered her hand if she knew Bess had just been handling three different hard cocks with hers. As this question went through her mind, she couldn't help noticing how the mid-thirties woman of God was wearing some quite dramatic makeup that featured dark eyeliner and black lipstick to go with her long, black hair, tied back in a ponytail. Muren also seemed quite busty, maybe, Bess figured, almost the same size as herself in the black dress that was actually quite snug and held her curvy figure quite well. Her black, open toed shoes sported four inch heels which made her a few inches taller than the visiting blonde.
"Can I help you, Miss Marvin?"
Remarking to herself on what a sexy and provocative woman Muren was for a priest, Bess replied, "I hope so. My friends and I have just arrived in Cinder Bay, joining a friend of ours already vacationing here, but we can't seem to find her. I've just been informed that she attended services here last Sunday, and I was hoping you could shed some light on her whereabouts."
"Well, I'm not sure if I can help you," Muren answered with an apologetic expression. She paused ever so briefly as she, for the first time, seemed to notice Bess's braless nipples before moving on, her eyes back on the teenager's face. "I've only just arrived myself, a week ago today. I'm afraid I don't know my congregation so well that I can answer your question. What's her name?"
"Susan Quinn," Bess replied, a little turned on that a priest had taken note of her body, even if that priest was female. "Late thirties with dark brown hair, average height, kinda thin but with round hips and big boobs like us?"
Muren's eyes again glanced at Bess's chest before returning, "I'm sorry, no, I don't remember anyone of that description. I may have seen her but, as I've said, I wouldn't have been able to distinguish anybody anyway."
"She may have been here with another woman named Elora Sasser. Have you met her?"
Bess saw by Muren's reaction that she was indeed familiar with the Dining Room Hostess before she even finished her sentence.
"Yes, I have, but I don't remember seeing Elora here last Sunday. Isn't your friend staying at the hotel?"
"She was," Bess told her with a sigh that briefly inflated her large, young breasts, "but we're not sure anymore. The Faldor has a guest privacy policy and we're having trouble getting any information from staff. Mr. Carmody, the manager, won't tell us anything at all."
"I see," Reverend Muren thoughtfully replied, then asked, "Have you spoken to Sherriff Durant?"
"Just now," Bess answered with a slight flush at the memory of lying front down on his desk with his cock pumping hot jism down her throat. "He's the one who told me she'd attended service this past Sunday."
"Oh. So, is he going to look into it?"