The Choctaw Witch

The Choctaw Witch, Part 3

Once the three of them came down somewhat from their collective shock over Diane's noticeable age regression, the question came up about when Vera was going to tell Peter that she wasn't going to marry him.

"I could just send him the video we made on my phone. Maybe he'd get the drift that I don't want to have a relationship with him after he watched that?"

Tom told her he thought that would come across as being too tacky. The best thing, he said, was to just go see him and explain the situation. Hopefully he'd just let them go their separate ways and be done with it.

"Maybe if you both came with me, then he'd understand how serious I am. Tom, and Diane don't you think that that would be best?"

"Umm, I guess that'd be okay. What do you think...Diane, are you up to going to see him with Vera?"

"Yeah, and he'll probably flip out a little when he sees me. But then again, maybe he won't even recognize me, I guess it'll all depend on him."

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The three of them showed up at the church building around one o'clock in the afternoon. Before they went in, they each agreed that no matter what Peter said or did, they weren't going to leave unless Vera was with them.

When they walked into his office, Peter's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Vera. But because she had two other people with her, they could tell his defenses were up and he was on guard because of them being there.

"Vera, honey. I'm so glad you're here. I was hoping that you'd stop by sooner. And I'm thinking I should know who our guests are, but I'm sorry I don't remember your names. Although the young lady looks familiar. Oh, now I see the resemblance, you're related to Margaret Brewer aren't you? I'd say you're probably her daughter, right?"

"Uh, uh yes, I am. I'm Diane, mom never told you about me? That kind of hurts that she wouldn't do that. What the hell was she thinking? Tom, why do you think mom never mentioned me to anyone here at her church?"

Extending his hand in a friendly gesture, Tom smiled as he spoke...

"Hey, Peter, I'm Tom Brewer. Actually, I've visited here a few times."

"Y'know, Tom, now that you mention it, I do remember you. Thank you for visiting with us when you did. And thank you for bringing my Vera back to me, too."

"Yeah, Peter, about that. I'm afraid I'm not

your

Vera anymore. I just wanted to..."

"Vera, I don't think it's a good idea to talk about our private affairs in front of others. Why don't you and I just sit down, and I'm sure we can work out any problems we've got with each other. I've just been..."

"Peter, you've got to listen to me..."

"Hey Vera, I hate to cut you off, but I've got an appointment to do some counseling with one of our parishioners about right now, but I can see she's late for our meeting."

"Well then, that gives me time to tell you what I need to, Peter. We're through. Kaput. Finished. Done. I'm not sure how else to get this out there. But we're not going to be getting married. And as a matter of fact, I'm not going to be attending church here anymore, either."

With the bomb that she'd dropped on Peter right then, he did his best to not let what she'd told him get in the way of what was on his mind.

"Vera, I can see you're upset about something. But, no matter what it is, I think we can definitely work out any problems between us. Really we can, honey."

"Peter, I'm going to try and make this as simple for you as I know how. You and I are through, and there isn't any

fucking

way that we're getting back together again!!"

"VERA, don't curse in the church building. I'm not sure what in the world is going on here, but I want you to know that you can tell me anything, and I'll try to be as understanding as I know how. Okay, you texted me and told me you weren't going out of town with me. So, once I knew that, I decided to stay home myself. If you didn't come along, I knew the trip wouldn't even be worth it. I want you in my life, I don't know any other way to say it. Please, give us a chance. I promise to forgive you for anything bad you've done. At least, I'll really try to, honey. But you throwing those F-bombs at me, well, that's something that I don't think can be tolerated, Vera."

Stepping up right next to her, Vera put her arm around Diane's shoulder, and then drew her face into hers. Standing right in front of his desk, making sure that Peter wasn't going to miss what she did next, Vera placed her lips about a half inch from Diane's...

"Okay, let's move on then. Tell me...can this be tolerated, Peter?"

That's when she put a lip lock on her, that had the both of them reeling. As Vera took about the next thirty seconds to give her a jaw-dropping open-mouth kiss, directly in front of her former fiancé.

Diane was sure if that didn't piss him off, and make him want to throw the three of them out, then what would? Finally, Vera ended the kiss.

"And, she even kisses a whole fucking lot better than you do, Peter. But if that's not enough to convince you that I mean that we're through, well, I've got this video here..."

"Vera, why don't you just leave now. I think you've made your point. If you're trying to break my heart, then consider it done. Just go...please?"

On their way out, they saw the congregant who was going to be meeting with Peter for counseling. It was Olivia Pratt, Diane's/Margaret's old friend.

"Oh hi, Vera, it's nice to see you today, how have you been lately?"

"Fuck off bitch!!"

"WHAT?? Did you say what I thought you did? Vera Ellen Preston I can't believe that you'd say something like that to me."

"Well then, I'll repeat myself just for your fucking benefit.

Fuck off you fucking bitch

!!! Do you believe that I'd say something like that to you now? Huh, bitch???"

With her coming off so rudely, it wasn't but a second or two later when Olivia forcefully answered back, letting the preacher's former fiancé know she wasn't one to be trifled with either.

"Well then, I'll tell you something...bitch!! No one, and I mean NO ONE talks to me like that, EVER!! Once Peter finds out that you've said that, I know he'll get rid of you. Fact is, I never did like you anyway. So there's that!!"

"Fuck off and die, you stupid cunt!! I just broke up with Peter, anyway. He's yesterday's news, and for that matter, so are you."

While the two of them had been having their 'discussion,' Olivia had also been intently looking at Diane. And Diane could tell that she was trying her best to recognize her. But evidently because of how powerful the 'change' had been, she wasn't able to.

"So who do you have with you here, Vera? I guess these people are for your moral support? I really don't recognize the man with you, but this girl...she looks like she might be related to Margaret Brewer. Maybe her daughter, or something?"

"Yeah, something like that, Olivia. Just go talk to Peter, because I think he's going to need somebody to help him pick up the pieces, anyway."

Diane could tell that there was a fire in Olivia's eyes when she looked at her. Just as when she'd gone to her house to see if she was interested in her, Diane could tell that she still was. Or at least, it sure looked like she was.

Olivia walked over to where Diane was, and stood ever closer to her. Looking into her face, she spoke to Diane again...

"Are you sure you're really Margaret's daughter? In all the times I had talked to her, she

never

mentioned you in our conversations. Now that I'm getting a better look at you, I'd swear that you're Margaret. But how you look so much younger and even more beautiful as you do, beats the hell outta me."

A slight smile came to Diane's face. She knew that finally this woman who'd she been interested in, was maybe finally coming around to being interested in her, as well.

An idea formed in her mind. But she knew she'd need to talk to Tom and Vera about it first. She wanted to know if they'd help her in her plan. But, no matter what, she knew what she was going to do next.

"Let me ask you...Olivia? That's your name?"

"Yes, that's correct, my name's."

"How'd it work out that day with your neighbor, Jeff? Did he ever come back to your house and have that talk with your husband, Bob? Or did you just want him all for yourself?"

"Young lady, whatever are you talking about?"

"C'mon Olivia, drop the bullshit. That guy, Jeff, your neighbor, weren't you going to call him and have him come back down to your house after your visitor left? Something about you pulling his pants down, so you could suck his cock until that motherfucker cums all inside your mouth?"

Olivia's eyes popped wide open, once Diane revealed what had transpired between her and Margaret on that day.

"How could you know something like that? You weren't even there that day!! Unless...unless..."

"Unless, it's something that my mother told me about. You had a golden opportunity, Olivia. Mom tried to be friends with you, but you chose to just be flat out rude to her, instead."

"Yes, I do admit, I could've been a lot less brittle with her. I need to apologize to her about that. Diane, when you see her, would you tell her how sorry I am?"

"Why don't you tell her yourself? I'm thinking she wouldn't mind seeing you. Just come on by the house and you can talk to her anytime."

"Yes, I think I will."

Olivia could tell that Diane's companions were getting a little on the bored side, waiting for them to end their discussion. So, she figured it was a good time to say goodbye for now.

"Tell your mother I'm going to pay her a visit, okay?"

As the three of them went to get in their vehicle. Tom had some words for Vera.

"You know, V, I was kinda embarrassed by what you said to that Olivia lady. Do you really think that was called for?"

"I never did care for that bitch. Even before Cum Lust, Tom. I know she's been wanting to get to Peter for a while now. But he'd tell me he didn't want to appear unfriendly to her. He's that kind of a guy, he tries to get along with as many people as he can. Even to the point that they screw him over. I need a man who doesn't take shit from anyone who's trying to feed him poop sandwiches. That's one of the things I like about you."

"I don't think there's anything brave in me, V, I just think needlessly taking people's grief causes more problems in the long run. And I'm not trying to impress anybody, either. I just want to do the right thing the first time. That saves on having to go back and do things over again."

"Maybe that's something I may have taught you, honey. I could be wrong, but I think I remember us talking about this same thing when you were about twelve or so."

"Most likely the case, mom...uh, Diane. But I've got to ask you, aren't you interested in this Olivia woman? Isn't she the one who turned you down flat before?"

"Yes, the same one, honey. There's something about her that makes me want to explore what the possibilities could be with her. And I'm not sure if I'm going to ask for your help with her or not, Tom."

"I'm assuming you're referring to Cum Lust, Diane?"

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about. But I'd like to think I'm capable of making 'friends' on my own."

As the three of them drove away from the church building, there was a pair of eyes watching them. And those eyes were inside the head of Peter Norton. He had become very comfortable with the idea that he was going to be married to Vera Ellen Preston. Who...had just driven off with two other people, who he could only label as 'goddamn meddlers.'

"Yes, Olivia, that's what they are. I don't know what they did to pull my Vera out of my life, but I'm going to find out. I swear to God, I am. And I'm going to need your help."

"Well, Peter, you know I'm always ready to help you in

any

way you need me to."

As Olivia was telling him that, she was also in the process of undoing his pants, as Peter lifted his hips off the chair he was sitting in, to assist her. Once she'd gotten that accomplished, she waited to see if he was going to remove his own underwear, or wait for her to do it.

"Oh, Peter, you lazy fuck, why do you make me do everything for you? Aren't you at least going to take off your own shirt, or do you want me to do that for you, too?"

"Olivia, please be a dear and do it. I'm so upset and can't think of anything except getting my Vera Ellen back in my life. But...I'm glad you're here with me, to help take my mind off my problems...if for just a little while."

As she listened to the man, who she'd do just about anything for, Olivia, after taking off all of Peter's wardrobe, began undressing in front of him. 'Til finally, there in his office, the both of them were naked and ready for what would happen next. And 'next' was what had been happening over the last few years.

As she dutifully began bobbing her head above Peter's engorged, eight-inch cock, Olivia always enjoyed doing that for him. She believed that the man she served with all her heart, deserved extra special treatment for all the good that he told her he did in the world. Well, for at least some of the people, who attended the church, he had been hired by, five years previously.

Because of the death of the previous man of the cloth, the church had been looking for a new man to take his place. Because some of the members knew of Peter, he'd been invited to come and try out for the open position. And because of the fact that no one else was interested, at that time, to take over job of preaching for that church, Peter was hired.

But because no one bothered to check into his background too deeply, nobody was aware that they had hired a phony, a fake, a shyster. The truth was, the members who said they knew him had stretched the truth...a lot. And not long after he was hired, those same members who had lied about his qualifications, left for somewhere else to go to church.

And once Peter took over, he began preaching some really crazy stuff. And since no-one dared challenge him on much of what he taught his congregation, in five years' time, the church had taken on a whole new persona from what it had been before.

And that's how Peter and Olivia became so close. Even though he taught what he did about morality and such; behind the scenes, he didn't practice what he preached. And Olivia Pratt was one of those women who he'd began having an affair with. It didn't even matter to Peter that Olivia's husband, Bob, was someone who trusted him, due to his position.

The thing though about Peter was, whatever he wanted, he would take. Even, and up to, if it was someone else's wife.

"Get the blanket, Olivia. You know where it's at, there in my closet."

Whenever he wanted to fuck Olivia while they were having one of their 'counseling' sessions, he'd have her retrieve the blanket that he kept in the storage closet of his office. He didn't like laying down on the rough carpet, especially when he was naked like he was at that moment.

"Oh, and go lock the door first. We don't need any assholes walking in on us while I'm helping you understand how to solve all your problems."

As he watched her amble away, obediently doing his bidding, he'd found pure enjoyment getting to gawk at her naked ass. It was, he felt, one of her best assets. Firm, but also still quite attractively shaped, for a woman in her late thirties. Actually, everything about her, he found attractive. Especially her fiery red hair.

After she'd returned from locking the door, Olivia wasted no time in doing what it was she knew Peter wanted.

With him having already laid his naked body down on the blanket, Olivia took her position next to him, and picked up where she'd left off, attentively sucking Peter's cock.

"Oh, my dear, you have

such

wondrous skills. I don't think I've ever met a more-qualified and talented cocksucker as you."

Olivia kept up her ministrations to the preacher's cock, as she listened to him speak to her.

"Aaaaahh, that's so nice. The attention you're paying to my prick...yesssss,

suck it.

Suck my fucking cock, my dear lady. You'll have an extra-special place in paradise, for helping one of God's servants in his hour of need. I really do have to come up with a way to get my Vera Ellen back."

Every time he mentioned anything about his precious Vera Ellen, Olivia had a spike of jealousy run through her. 'Why', she thought, 'does he have to mention that bitch', when she was trying to do what she could, to give him the attention that he needed? If she had her way, Peter would drop her like yesterday's garbage, and make her the number-one person in his life. But here she was, she thought, basically submitting to him as a common whore, hidden away so that no one could see what they were doing.

"Yes, that might be what you want, Peter. But right now, don't forget that you've got someone here that wants to please you, and help you with your troubles. So don't forget about me, and what I want, too."

"Yes, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you."

As if their hidden fornicating was a practiced ritual, the two players without hardly speaking a word, switched positions on the blanket. With Olivia then laying down with her back to the floor, spreading her legs to allow her paramour to place his mouth at her pussy.

The proficiency he showed Olivia, with his cunnilingus skills was simply mesmerizing to her. Peter's tongue rampantly ran through her lady-parts and into the inner folds of her cunt. She could tell that whatever Peter said to his congregants publicly about oral sex, he hadn't taken it to heart in his personal life. He was as fucking fake as a three-dollar bill.

And yet, she knew there was nothing fake about how he was pleasuring her at that moment.

"I don't care...what you...tell us...from your...pulpit, lover; you sure as fucking hell...know how to eat pussy."

The truth was, Peter was very proficient at oral sex. Giving and receiving. And it was something that he'd planned on showing Vera Ellen. He longed to have her sucking his cock, and being able to cum in her mouth, as soon as humanly possible. But he thought it would be best to wait until after they were married. And yet, with the ribald behavior his ex had shown him, just a few minutes before in his office, he wasn't sure what to think.

Evidently, there was something that those two people she'd been with, had done to get her to be different. Yes, and how he wondered, had they succeeded in doing that? He needed to know the secret to that. If they were controlling her, how had they done it, and could he have the same power over her? he wondered.

"I want you to try and get in with those fuckers who've taken my Vera Ellen away from me. Find out what they've done, and how've they've done it. I don't care what it takes for you to do it."

As Peter went back to licking and pleasing Olivia's pussy, he knew what it took to bring her over the top. As he turned all his attention to her clitoris, the way his tongue lavishly moved into it made her feel so good, just how she always appreciated what he'd do for her.

"Oh Peter...ugggggh. Honey...you're doing that so good, baby. Ohhhhh YES, I'm cumming, Oh FUCK...I'M CUMMING!!"

Olivia rocked her hips up and down, as the pleasure shot through her again and again, from the attention given her by Peter.

And then, not taking hardly any time after bringing his lover to climax, the preacher man aggressively mounted Olivia and began the sliding of his hardened cock through her very moist cunt.

"Yeah, take my prick, Olivia.

Take it

, while I fuck you with it. I want you to find out what I can do to get my Vera back!! I'm not going to let those motherfuckers do this to me. Yeah, take my cock."

He was pistoning into her, as almost a madman would. But because of his rapidly throttling her, she was on the verge of having another climax; even though it had only been minutes before, that she'd reached her first one.