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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Middle School Mischief at Dorset

 

Chapter 3: Foreplay With Felicity

While Bob Best was suffering from the temptations surrounding him the Reverend Wilson had no such hang-ups. Although he had not founded the Church of the Leading Light he had furthered its development as a refuge for Christians who were uncomfortable with the permissiveness of modern society.

As noted earlier, many Dorset girls married young, often because they needed a legal father for their soon-to-be born child. When Reverend Wilson became their minister the age for baptism, for formal induction into the church, was sixteen. This frequently necessitated rush confirmations for girls who were about to be wed because of pregnancy. Sometimes, in the case of the atypical Dorset girl who had retained her virginity until she was of marriageable age it was just because her intended just couldn't wait until she was sixteen.

This was the case with Felicity Tanner, the fourteen-year-old bride-to-be of Josh Hansen. Josh was a forty-something widower who was in a hurry to replace his late wife with someone who could take care of his house and children as well as service his baser needs. His friend Harry Tanner, the girl's uncle had promoted the idea during one of their frequent discussions of local matters over a forbidden bottle of rum.

"She's a big, strong girl, Josh. And if she doesn't soon have a strong hand to rule her she'd likely going to have to get married to some guy that can't even put a roof over her head."

"Yeah Harry. She's a looker all right. But is she? Like? Has she been stepping out?"

"Nah. She's still got her cherry if that's what you mean. My brother keeps a pretty tight rein on her. But there's a lot of young bucks sniffing around."

Felicity had been flattered by the older man's interest. He was a handsome man and he had a big house with lots of stuff in it, even a satellite television. And Uncle Harry had, for the past two years, been helping her understand more about marriage even though she was not really sure that he should have.

"Please, do sit down Felicity, my dear," Reverend Wilson intoned as he looked appraisingly at the fourteen-year-old girl. At his direction she sat in one of the two small, wooden chairs near his big desk. "Relax for a moment while I fetch us something to drink." He turned and quickly disappeared through a door at the back of the room.

Felicity sat nervously as she looked around the minister's office, which was illuminated by only a small lamp on the desk. Through the door she could see Reverend Wilson pouring something into a small, golden goblet. Beside him was a large, high bed. He must rest here sometimes the girl thought, never dreaming what the principal purpose of the bed was. She looked away and examined the objects on the big desk taking particular note of a small, gold cross encrusted with what appeared to be diamonds.

Reverend Wilson startled Felicity as he walked quietly back into the room. "Please, drink this, it will help you to relax. " Wilson offered Felicity the small, ornately engraved, golden goblet.

"What is it?" Felicity asked as she sniffed at the big cup.

"It contains Holy wine mixed with some special herbs. After you have completed your Confirmation into full membership of the Church you will have a sip of this each time you attend Holy Communion."

The unprincipled Pastor naturally didn't tell his adolescent parishioner the real purpose of the drink although he did, on occasion, add the same mixture of herbs to the communion wine. The herbs, by themselves, were mildly intoxicating although the quantity imbibed during Communion was normally insufficient to have a noticeable effect. They were however a powerful aid to hypnotism and since he began using the potion along with hypnotism on his parishioners, the young and some not so young, he had achieved remarkable success.

"But I'm really not supposed to drink," said Felicity timidly. She was however glad of anything that would help her to relax. The minister was to her a big, overpowering man and although his voice was quiet and soft in his presence she felt fearful and intimidated.

"Don't worry Felicity, the Communion Cup has only a small amount of wine," Wilson reassured her. "Everything you say and do will be blessed in the Lord's sight, so long as you are in my Church."

Felicity brought the golden goblet to her lips and took a tentative sip as she watched the handsome preacher over the rim. He looked younger than Mr. Hansen, she thought. The Pastor leaned back in his big, swivel chair and smiled warmly at the ripe bodied girl across from him.

"Drink it all down, Felicity," the man insisted as Felicity started to place the goblet on the desk. Felicity brought the cup back to her mouth and tipped it up. The lecherous preacher watched patiently as the young girl consumed the last of its contents. "That's very good, my dear," he said as he reached for the goblet.

Felicity handed it to him and sat back in her seat. She shook her pretty head slightly and brought a hand to her cheek. "I feel kinda funny," the young girl said.

Wilson saw the telltale rise of color in Felicity's pretty, young face. His concoction of mild sedatives and stimulants mixed with the cheap, sweet, fortified wine would serve to relax his young subject as well as to lower her resistance and inhibitions.

"Just relax, Felicity. Sit back and close your eyes for a moment and think peaceful thoughts," Wilson droned on in a slow, soothing voice.

Felicity soon dozed peacefully in her seat until her Pastor said in a soft voice, "I want to ask you a few questions. Can you hear me alright, Felicity?"

"Uh huh," Felicity nodded slowly, completely under Wilson 's spell.

"Good, that's very good. You don't mind answering a few questions do you?"

"No, Sir," Felicity answered softly, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and regular.

"That's a good girl, Felicity. Have you been with a man before, Felicity?" Wilson 's question was delivered in a firm, interrogative tone.

"No, I... Well, I uh... My uncle Harry, he... Oh please... I don't want to tell you, Sir," Felicity whined.

"That's OK, Felicity, we'll talk about that part later, perhaps. Just relax and think peaceful thoughts. Look at the Holy Cross and think deep, quiet thoughts, my dear." As he spoke the minister took the small, gold cross from the desk and held it suspended by its fine chain.

As she watched the slowly swaying cross, Felicity's sweet face became more tranquil almost at once as her breathing again became slow and regular.

"That's very, very good, my dear. Felicity, it's time for you show yourself to God. It's time for you to undress. Would you like to do that for me now, my dear?"

"But Sir?" The girl's eyes widened in alarm. "I don't want to?"

"Felicity!" The man spoke sternly. "You must bare your body and your mind for God. You want to be baptized, don't you?"

"I... I guess so," the fourteen-year-old girl replied sleepily and rose to her feet. Her eyes remained fixed on the little cross which the minister continued to dangle from his fingers while she slowly began to disrobe.

Reverend Wilson watched with lustful pleasure and delight as his young parishioner's body came into view. Felicity was even more voluptuous than she had appeared with clothes on. Her breasts were two perfect, white globes and each was topped with delicate, dark, pink nipples surrounded by silky, pink areola. The large, heavy globes bulged slightly at the bottom, their weight too much for even her youthful flesh to support. As soon as the nipples were bared and the cool air caressed them they swelled to erection.

She was not fat but her belly was convex and below it her mons bulged out, its scant cover of dark curls not quite hiding the top of her cuntal slit. This tempting target was framed by wide, rounded hips and full, plump thighs and. As she turned away from the watching cleric, the shelving prominence of her lovely ass came into view.

Felicity was not beautiful but her face was a study in roundness. Her cheeks, pink now with embarrassment, were chubby, her wide-spaced eyes almost circular and her small, full-lipped mouth had an almost permanent pout.

Ebenezer's organ was throbbingly erect, trapped in his pants and the sight of this young piece tempted him to deviate from his usual, careful schedule. Pleasure delayed can be pleasure enhanced he told himself as he fought the temptation to fuck her right now.

"Good, Felicity, that's very nice. When I count to three, you may open your eyes, but before you do, I want you to remember the phrase, 'Under the big oak tree'. Will you repeat that for me please Felicity."

"Under the big oak tree," Felicity droned in a monotone response.

"That's just right, Felicity. Whenever you hear this phrase, you will again fall into a deep sleep. A very relaxed, deep and peaceful sleep, do you understand, Felicity?"

"Yes, Reverend Wilson, I understand."

"Very well, then when I count to three, you will wake up, but you will still be under the Lord's complete control. You will do whatever He asks of you and I will be His messenger. One... Two... Three. Open your eyes, Felicity."

Felicity's blue eyes opened. She stared straight ahead, a blank expression on her face. Her large, young breasts swelled as she breathed and Wilson 's eyes scanned again slowly down Felicity's perfect body then came to rest at the juncture of her thighs. The horny cleric began to muse, wondering what Felicity would be like when he was finally able to have his way with her. Would she be as good as her mother?

Wilson contented himself to simply gaze at the lovely, full-bodied girl before him. "You look lovely, my dear," he said in a rasping whisper. "Turn around so the Lord can see all of His lovely creation."

Felicity smiled innocently as she slowly turned in a circle before the Reverend and he could see every ripe curve of the sweet girl's body as she posed in complete nudity for him. She knew that God can see all, even through clothes so that thought lessened her embarrassment at being naked in front of this older man. And the expression of approval on His messenger's face was so pleasing to the ingenuous girl that she forgot her unease.

Reverend Wilson slowly got to his feet and moved close to the young girl and placed two fingers beneath Felicity's chin and raised her pretty face saying, "I want you to do exactly as I say from this point onward. Do you understand, Felicity?"

"Yes, Reverend," came the young virgin's trance like reply.

"Everything I do and say is God's will, my dear. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Reverend Wilson ."

"Good, very good. Now, Felicity, do not be afraid. I want you to tell me exactly what your Uncle Harry did to you when you were younger. Only the Lord and I will ever know."

"Well... I," the young girl hesitated, tried to look down, but Wilson held her chin causing Felicity to look directly into his dark eyes. He placed his other hand on Felicity's shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Obey me, Felicity. Tell me, did your Uncle Harry ever touch you?"

"Yes, he..." and the girl paused as if not wanting to say more.

"Go on, Felicity. Where did your Uncle Harry touch you?" Wilson slowly moved his hand over the young girl's shoulder and down her arm. "Where, Felicity?"

"He touched me... you know..." she shivered. "You know, down there." Felicity lowered her blue eyes.

Wilson 's hand had by now come to rest on the young girl's warm, naked hip. "Look up at me, Felicity," Wilson said somewhat sternly. Her gaze quickly returned to meet his. "We are in God's house and we can now speak openly of such things. Did he touch your pussy, Felicity?" the Reverend Ebenezer Wilson asked the nervous and trembling, youngster standing before him.

Felicity looked down and said softly, hesitantly, "Yes... yes he did, Sir. I didn't want him to, but he's my uncle and he said I should do as I was told."

Wilson moved his hand to Felicity's cheek and as he gently stroked her soft skin the trusting girl nuzzled her face against his warm hand.

Suddenly the Reverend's voice became harder as he moved his hand behind Felicity's neck and held her. "Look at me now, Felicity, and listen. You could have said no. You should have said no. It was your fault that he touched you and you must be cleansed."

Without warning he quickly moved his hand from Felicity's hip to cup her plump pussy. "God is with us," Wilson cried as he pulled the startled, young girl closer while his hand was busy between her firm thighs as he reveled in the feel of her soft, warm, little cunt. Damn! This one was going to be special. Even if that dirty old bugger Harry had been feeling her up Ebenezer believed the man's claim that his young niece was still a virgin.

Felicity was too startled to cry out. Although she was still under a hypnotic spell, and also affected by the drug the young girl instinctively tried to pull away from her assailant, but the Reverend had dropped an arm around her shoulders, and now held her tightly against him as he fondled her at will. She felt the familiar warmth in her belly that she got when Uncle Harry did this. Yes, her minister was correct. She was a sinner. Finally Felicity found her voice and squealed, "Reverend Wilson, no! Oh please stop, Reverend Wilson!"

The horny preacher gave her one final squeeze, and then removed his hand from between her thighs. He then grabbed her not too gently by her jaw and cheeks, glared down at the frightened girl and said authoritatively, "You must be cleansed, young lady! You wouldn't want Mr. Hansen to find out that his bride has been sullied by the hand of her uncle would you, Felicity?" A gentler tone had crept into the Reverend's voice.

"Oh no, Reverend, but..."

"Well, then. Young lady" the man went on, cutting her off. "We must explore further the depths of your defilement. We must probe deep into your very being in order to root out the evil hidden within and replace it with seeds of virtue. This will require courage and fortitude, my child. Are you ready to be cleansed, my sweet girl?"

Felicity trembled. What was he going to do? How would he cleanse her? In her dull-minded state the innocent youngster had no doubt that her minister spoke the truth. She had been sinful. She had taken pleasure from her uncle's evil touch.

"Are you ready?" the man said again, more ominously this time.

"I... I guess so?" Felicity answered timidly her blue eyes blinking back tears of fright.

Wilson looked upon the sweet innocence of the young girl's face clasped between his large hands. He leaned forward and kissed Felicity gently on the forehead.

"Reverend, I," Felicity started, but before she could finish her plea, the lecherous Reverend Ebenezer Wilson placed his lips over Felicity's tender, young mouth and quickly slipped his tongue inside.

"Mmnnoo... Mmnnoo," the inexperienced teen whined through her nose as she fought to pull back from her minister, but the man had her face held firmly between his hands and would not release her. Felicity began to struggle weakly as she felt the Reverend's tongue dart around inside her mouth. Her Uncle Harry had kissed her on many occasions, but never like this.

"Obey me, Felicity," the preacher commanded as he pulled away briefly and shook the young girl by her shoulders. Young Felicity opened her mouth to protest but immediately the Reverend's long, hot tongue was back inside probing at the back of her throat and stroking the inside of her teeth. She trembled in the powerful man's embrace as he held her tightly with one arm around her shoulders and one hand behind her head.

After several moments Wilson felt the young girl begin to slowly relax in his embrace. Felicity's sweet, warm mouth yielded to his intrusion reluctantly, and although she did not know how to respond properly, she allowed herself to be kissed deeply and passionately for several long minutes. As he kissed her, Wilson thrilled to the sweet taste of the young girl's mouth as she trembled in his arms.

He sensed that he was making significant progress, as her thighs seemed to loosen to admit his leg between them. He knew she must feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her belly but held close as she was, she could not pull away from it.

When finally he released her he could see that pretty face and neck had taken on a definite glow. He held her firmly by the shoulders and gazed upon her, as she stood slightly dazed and blinking.

The girl's reluctant response to his lewd assault disturbed him. She was more alert than many of his other baptismal candidates but she still was not struggling. Had that incestuous uncle deflowered this delectable creature? Seldom was he blessed with virgin candidates but he had hoped that Felicity would be an exception.

"What else did your Uncle Harry do to you, my child?"

Felicity looked up at the tall Reverend questioningly but did not reply.

"Tell me, Felicity," he said firmly. "What else did your wicked Uncle Harry do to you? You must tell me every detail. Did he try to kiss you, Felicity?"

"Yes, Reverend. Uncle Harry kissed me a lot, but never like you just did, with your tongue and all." She blushed. The shy girl was embarrassed and worried because of the way the minister's kiss had given her that funny feeling in her belly that her Uncle Harry's touch produced. She hoped with all her heart that Reverend Wilson could cleanse her.

"I understand, my dear," Ebenezer said smiling at the innocent girl. "You must relax while I probe into you to seek out the evil left within from your incestuous encounters. I will use my mouth and my hands and whatever is necessary to search your every opening to cleanse you, Felicity to make you pure again. This purification process may take several sessions but what we do in these private sessions will remain a secret, strictly confidential between the two of us. Is that understood?"

"Uh huh," Felicity replied nervously.

"Before we are through, my child, you will be an empty vessel waiting to be filled, and I shall fill you. Don't be afraid, my sweet Felicity."

Felicity stood entranced before the powerful preacher.

"Now, my dear, we must go into the other room and Wilson pointed at the open door to the adjoining room.