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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Middle School Mischief at Dorset

 

Chapter 29: Chastity Challenged and Changed

It was a moment before Bernice actually heard the knock on the door and another moment before she placed its source as the front door, not the back door where people usually came. Re-tying her robe to conceal her nakedness she went on watery knees to the door, prepared to tell whomever it was to come back another time.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bartlett. I hope this isn't an inconvenient time for a brief visit?" Wilson noted the attractive, dark-haired woman's flushed appearance and wondered about it. There had been a bit of a delay in answering the door and the robe she was wearing wasn't exactly housework garb. What had she been doing? If he hadn't known that her husband was away he'd have guessed that she was having sex but Harvey was away and Wilson was sure that the woman wasn't likely to be straying from her marital vows. He'd observed that she attended all church events with her equally attractive daughter and how piously she behaved while there.

"Oh! Oh, Reverend Wilson. I was just... just trying to finish our unpacking. Come on in." Bernice wasn't sure whether she wanted him there or not. But she felt that she had to talk to someone and who better than her minister? She'd heard his impassioned condemnation of the sins of the flesh... those very same sins that her husband and sisters had committed. And really, she herself had just abused her body. God's body.

"Can I get you a cup of tea, Reverend?" The woman led the preacher into the sitting room,

"That would be nice," Wilson replied as he sat on the firm-cushioned sofa. "If it's not too much trouble?"

"No trouble at all, Reverend," and Bernice rushed to the kitchen. He was such a strong, Godly man, she thought as she put the water on to boil. What would he think if she told him... showed him what her husband had done? Could she tell him what she did, too?

Wilson wondered about the woman. Although she dressed modestly and the robe she wore today revealed nothing he suspected that she was buxom in build. Damn. He was due for some young stuff but Patience Holloway and Ruth Tanner had certainly been great lays. Would this one put out? Of course he knew he had a sure-fire way get her but it would be more satisfying, psychologically, if he got her without chemical assistance. And he mustn't lose sight of his primary purpose in coming here.

Becky Bartlett had been to church for every service since the family moved here several weeks ago. He'd found out from the school register that his new son in law, Bob Best gave him access to, that the girl was fourteen years old. Bob said that she was a polite and obedient girl but perhaps not in the upper echelons where IQ was counted. But no matter.

It was not IQ that Wilson was interested in although the girl's mind was an important factor in what he planned. She was a pretty, stocky, dark-haired girl and he believed that she might give him that youthful vigor he so much appreciated. But first he had to indoctrinate her mother, to get her on his side so he could get young Becky on her back.

They had each had two cups of tea and talked of mundane church things but Wilson observed that the woman seemed very ill at ease. "Is there anything bothering you, Mrs. Holloway? Is there something you need to pray about?"

"No... Yes... Oh Reverend... I'm so embarrassed. There is... I have... No. I can't talk about it, Reverend Wilson."

"Please Mrs. Bartlett. You don't need to be embarrassed with me any more than with Jesus. I'm here to listen for Him... as a message vehicle for things you want to tell Him."

"But Reverend? It's... like... it's awful. What he... they did... and then what I did."

"Tell me Mrs. Bartlett... Sister. You don't mind if I call you Sister, do you? Even though you haven't completed your indoctrination into our church I still look at you as one of my flock."

"No... I don't mind, Sir. I mean about you calling me Sister. But... I don't know if you'd want me as part of your flock if you knew more about us?"

"Certainly I would, Sister. And if you just tell me what is bothering you I'm sure I... Jesus can make it all right again."

Bernice got up from the chair where she was sitting and went to the little office area where she got the fateful envelope. What would the Reverend say when... if she showed the filthy pictured to him? She shuddered at the thought but her shudder was more of prurience than revulsion.

"Did you get a letter that disturbs you?" Wilson looked with more than idle curiosity at the large, manila envelope the woman clutched in her had as she sat down gingerly beside him on the sofa.

"No... it's not a letter, Reverend. It's... oh Sir... pictures... awful pictures."

Remembering how he'd got into Patience Holloway, Wilson 's heart and a lower down organ jumped at the thought that the pictures the woman had might be of a similar nature. "I'm sure anything you've seen is perfectly natural and has a reasonable and Godly explanation, Sister." The preacher took the envelope from the woman's hand although she was reluctant to release her grip on it.

As Wilson began to slide the photos from the envelope Bernice put a hand to her mouth. What was he going to think? She was only the messenger, so to speak, but was he going to think she was like the people in the photographs? Why wouldn't he? They were all relatives of hers. Close relatives.

"Hmm, I see" Wilson said softly. "Oh my," he added as one by one he looked briefly at the pictures. "You're not in any of these, are you Sister?" he asked as he looked directly at the scarlet faced woman. "But the women all look like you?"

"It's... I'm... they're... Oohhh Reverend Wilson. They're my sisters... and my niece," and big, fat tears welled up out of her eyes and ran down over her pink cheeks.

"It's OK Sister. I understand," and the scheming minister put his arm around the woman and drew her close with her face pressed to his chest. Even through the cotton robe her body felt hot and Wilson 's hands moved soothingly up and down from her shoulders to her waist. He moved his chest a bit too against the soft pillows of the woman's large breasts.

The distraught and betrayed woman was grateful for the care and comfort her minister was giving her. His deep voice and gentle manner helped her to relax and as his softly caressing hands strayed from her neck to the flanges of her large, soft breasts she relaxed in his arms.

"I know how you feel, Mrs. Bartlett. You're angry and hurt that your family could have done such things, aren't you?"

"Uh, yes Reverend. I... I guess that's it. But Sir? How could he? They?"

"It's the way God made us, Sister. Have you... have you done everything with him that they did?"

"Oh no Reverend Wilson! I couldn't! It's sinful isn't it? Like Sodom and Gomorrah ?"

"No my dear. It's all natural. Sodom and Gomorrah is sinful because it was man with man. God doesn't condone such things but sometimes it's all right for two women to be together like that. But the rest... like these," and Wilson showed some oral and anal shots, "These are all part of God's plan. Have you never done those things? Ever?"

"Oh no Reverend. Never," Bernice replied in a small voice. She felt much more secure now, held in the arms of this wonderful, considerate man of God.

"Did he... Mr. Bartlett... ever try? Are you angry with him?"

"Yes. Bit I thought? I didn't let him. And I don't know how I can ever speak to him again. Or... you know... do that other thing?"

"God forgives us our transgressions and you ought to forgive him, too. You should take comfort from the fact that he chose your relatives... ones who look like you. That means that they were just surrogates for you... ones he could do those other acts with. But I know he... they have hurt you. And I know you want revenge. We could kneel and pray, Sister."

"Would you cheat on your wife like he did? For any reason?"

"It's not the same for me... as God's messenger. Sometimes I have to... you know... comfort others. But my wife understands and accepts it."

Bernice Bartlett was confused. She had turned slightly away from her minister and her loosely belted robe had fallen open. One of his hands was now on the bare, opulent flesh of her breast, caressing and hefting its heavy, pliant mass. She was sure that he meant nothing sexual by his actions but his caresses were re-igniting the fire in her loins that her fingers had briefly quenched.

"Please Reverend... like... what do you mean? Comfort others?"

"Sometimes when men stray the only final solution for the wife is vengeance... getting even. And I help them get even. But I'm sure that's not the case with you." The scheming pastor rubbed his palm over the now erect projection of the woman's sensitive nipples as he continued, "You're a beautiful and good woman and you will welcome him back, won't you? You'll let him enjoy you as he has enjoyed your sisters? And your niece?"

"I... I don't think I can, Sir. Not with him. Not first. Can you... would you show me? Like... if God understands... and you wife?"

"If that is what you want, Sister. Show me on the pictures which things you want me to help you with. You're a beautiful woman with a wonderful body and I will feel privileged to save your marriage... and family in whatever way will help."

Without further word the minister stood and helped the new member of his congregation to her feet. She somehow indicated where the bedroom was and he led her there and then he eased her robe off her shoulders.

"You're even lovelier than I thought," he said softly as he voluptuous charms were revealed to his lecherous eyes. Bernice his mouth slip down her neck to the shelving prominence of her aching breasts and then her minister caught her head between his hands and pressed his lips hard against hers. Her mouth opened readily although she had never been kissed sexually by anyone except her philandering husband. His tongue forced her teeth apart and raked the roof of her mouth. She gagged as the kiss went deeper and she felt herself weaken in his embrace. Her mind was in a state of hot confusion. She was about to cheat on her husband of fourteen years. With her church minister. Then the thought hit her... hit her like a storm. She wanted to feel that tongue of his against her somewhere else. It would feel a thousand times more wonderful if he'd do it there. She managed to slip her mouth to the side.

"Will you... you know... kiss me first... down there!" She was panting so hard she could hardly get the words out.

Wilson eased her buxom, naked body to the bed and spread her heavy legs apart. Kneeling over her, his tongue divided the swollen lips of her pussy and she choked a cry of pleasure, her heels digging wildly at the mattress. She rocked her hips, opening her blossoming folds to be licked. She couldn't even yell out her enjoyment it was so intense. Instead she just gurgled quietly, plunging and rubbing her dripping pussy against her wonderful minister's tongue and teeth and chin. Why had she never allowed this before?

The chaste woman humped violently against her minister and put her heels against the small of Wilson 's back. He squirmed under the pressure but kept his mouth tight against her pussy. She could hear the slick sucking sound of his lips as they curved and pulled at her tender membranes. Bernice looked at her preacher with sex-dulled eyes when he raised his head and then she gaped with pleasure when she felt him press his lips against her pussy again. He had her clit now. She gripped him with the hug of her thighs and her toes spread and tingled. She felt like her skin was glowing red-hot. The slurpy sounds between her thighs grew louder as Wilson captured her clit between his lip and tongue and worked it over good. "Oohhh... Yaaahhhh! I'm gonna cummm, Reverend! Ooohhhhhh Yaaahhhh!" The excited woman's strong arms flailed the bed sheets and she beat against Wilson 's back. She was so excited she was seeing stars. And she couldn't get enough air, couldn't scratch that lovely tickle enough. The explosion ripped through her and she could no longer stifle her passion. She gave a long, shuddering cry and fell back limp on her bed.

Wilson raised his dripping wet face from between the woman's loosely splayed thighs. "Do you understand now, my dear? God gave us nerve endings and orifices and instruments like my tongue for our benefit. Your husband wanted to please you as I did, you know. And when you wouldn't he turned to your sisters."

"Yes, Reverend Wilson. I think I understand," but Bernice at that moment was still too overwhelmed by the sensations she had experienced to truly understand anything.

"And now you must do what your husband asked, Sister. But this time with me so you can be sure to do it right for him."

Bernice felt the bed sag as the preacher, Reverend Wilson, crawled above her. She automatically cringed, though she knew that what her minister was about to do was not the lowest forms of depravity imaginable. What he had done with his mouth and agile tongue had turned her into a smoldering mass of sexually aroused flesh. She had been turned into as much of an animal as her husband and her siblings.

The chaste-minded woman felt her body shiver as the preacher moved his hands down over her soft round buttocks, moving higher above her, his long, hard member sticking out horizontally from his hairy groin. He'd managed to remove his pants, she realized although she had no idea when. "Ahhhh," she murmured as his hands ran in long, slow caresses over her large, swollen breasts, and her body strained against his hands as he stroked his fingers over her.

Wilson moved again, placing his knees on either side of the beautiful woman's neck, his massive balls laying gently against her moistened chin, his long thick cock directly over her face, presenting her the lewd view of the pulsating, sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. He knew that her mind was still fighting the dictates of her hotly aroused body, and he did not want to rape-fuck her in the mouth but the sight of her full, red lips was almost driving him to it.

But the minister wanted this woman insane with passion when he finally got between her legs and fucked her. He wanted the lusciously seductive mother of a teenager totally, unconditionally his, to do with as he wanted wherever and whenever he desired. Believing it was God's will. And now he was sure that he would accomplish this without the aid of any drug except religion.

The unprincipled preacher placed both his hands gently down behind the acquiescent woman's head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his penis. He pushed forward slightly, his ass-cheeks rolling on the cushion of her naked breasts beneath him until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft, moist surfaces brush tantalizingly against the sensitive, uncut foreskin.

Bernice suddenly seemed to realize what he was attempting, and her eyes cleared of the fogged daze of her sinful thoughts. She looked up at her pastor with wide, pleading eyes. "Is this what he'll do to me?" she moaned plaintively as the fevered touch of the virile cock against her mouth sent wild electric shocks of alarm racing along her spine. Oh God. He was going to put it in her mouth. She shuddered with distaste but then remembered the expression of pleasure on her sister's face when Harvey did this to her.

Wilson surveyed the woman's trembling expression with excitement. "Remember what I just did for you," he said in his soft, deep voice. "Just relax and let it happen."

She resisted for a moment, still frightened by the sudden sight of the long, fleshy pole. But her meager protest was cut short as her minister, momentarily carried away by the salacious sight of the woman's full-lipped mouth, rammed the heavy, blood-filled tip of the thick shaft of flesh forward, crushing through her soft, moist lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. Bernice could feel the spongy bluntness of its head sliding the full length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the nature of the act she was submitting to.

Still holding the woman's head with his hands Wilson began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long hardened cock in and out of the lovely woman's mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her hollowing cheeks. Bernice closed her eyes tightly to block out the sight of the curly pubic hairs growing at the thick base of her minister's cock, which thrust slowly in and out of her hot-flushed face. Saliva filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks wide as the man shoved forward, pushing the rod to the entrance of her throat, keeping his hands tight around her head so she could not squirm free of his choking embrace.

Reverend Wilson looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening face of the helplessly trapped Christian woman skewered lewdly on the cock in her mouth. What he really wanted to do was to force every last portion of his pumping shaft deeper between her wide-stretched lips but that delight was for another time, after this voluptuous female was under his complete control. He held her head tighter as she gagged when the tip of his cock brushed her tonsils on the instroke, seeing how her tender lips clasped tighter and tighter around it and her mouth slowly ovalled in docile acceptance of the fleshy invasion.

She liked it! Oh God. She was as depraved as her sisters. But she liked the feel of the hot, hard manflesh as it slid between her lips and over her tongue until it almost entered her throat.

"Oh yes, Sister. When you do this for your husband he'll never you're your sisters again," and the prurient preacher slowly withdrew completely from the woman's mouth. "Look at this picture, my dear. See how your young niece looks at your husband while she pleases him?"

Bernice lifted her head to study the photo and saw how her thirteen-year-old niece, her fat, red lips stretched around Harvey's thick tool, was looking at him with adoring eyes. Could she really compete? Perhaps Reverend Wilson could teach her how to satisfy her husband so that he wouldn't go after others, especially the young ones like her niece?

Bernice Bartlett began to suck to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland. She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Her minister was gasping and moaning in a way that told her she was pleasing him. She expected that at any moment it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of virile male sperm that would flow into her mouth instead of in her private place.

The skillful ravishment of her ovalled mouth was bringing tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her shattered nerve. She groaned around the ever-thrusting cock in her mouth as waves of delicious sensations swept through her and flooded her mind. She could feel the involuntary secretions seeping from her softly pulsing vaginal lips and she hungered mightily for a touch down there.

Wilson loved the way the woman's inexperienced lips clasped his cock in a close elastic ring. He could feel the soft, fleshy oral labia as they moved over his penis and took as much as she could in her mouth. Bernice may have been up until then a chaste and faithful wife who knew only the missionary position but she was possessed of an inherent skill as a cocksucker. The man's cock was surrounded by the hot wetness of her saliva as it slid over her finely pebbled tongue. She sucked him with moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times before.

It was too much for either of them. The hunger that was burning out of control deep in the woman's vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Above her the preacher groaned incoherently, wanting her to flex her throat wider and swallow his hardened cock deeper so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her. But even more than that he needed to empty his heavily swollen testes and today it best served his purpose to empty his sperm into her womb even though he could not impregnate her.

Wilson watched his thick, glistening flesh disappeared into Bernice's clasping lips like it was another hungry, hairless, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity of her warm, saliva-filled mouth. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction he was having upon her.

It was gratifying! The lovely woman's eyes were open but she gazed unseeing up to the ceiling, a thin, smoky veil of passion obscuring the dilated pupils. Her wide hips and deep ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to wrap them around and pull up inside of her. She was completely out of control now, unable to quell the fire that was raging furiously in her underused vagina, her mind overloaded by all she had experienced this day from the obscene photos to her masturbation to her minister's oral homage and now her own submission to the preacher.

Wilson's loins were aching, and he was sweating between his legs, and still she sucked, keeping his cock in her hotly nibbling mouth. He knew that if he didn't withdraw, he would cum. The pressure building in his testicles slapping against her chin as she worked in her unwilled passion was excruciating and unbearable. He had to fuck her!

The passion-drunk woman moaned in protest when her minister slipped his cock from the warm, moist confines of her mouth. Then he lifted his buttocks up off her tightly squashed breasts and moved sensuously down the length of her now hotly pulsing body knowing she was as ready as he was. He could feel the wet opening of her hungry pink cunt pulsing in its fleshy desperation, and then in a soft, breathless voice he said, "Reach down and put my cock in your pussy, Mrs. Bartlett. Guide my staff into you like it is the staff of your Lord."

He held his breath as he felt her hand tunneling down between their naked bodies, her warm fingers closing without hesitation over his glistening hard shaft. He could feel the soft pubic hairs grazing gently against the sensitive head as she gently pressed its moistly throbbing tip into the fleshy wet folds of her hungry cunt. Unable to contain himself a moment longer, he surged forward. There was not the slightest resistance, and he could feel the rippling wet walls of her waiting cunt clamp around his penis so moistly and firmly that it almost made him cum immediately.

"Oohhhh... Oh God, Oh God, yesss!" Bernice sighed as if in anguish, feeling her entire insides flowering open in welcome reception. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he began to fuck into her viciously, gritting her teeth with desire, her face contorted with ecstasy. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his large torso into the softness of her breasts and loins, her whole body caught up in the animal desire that had taken hold of her mind. There was nothing in her left to halt her maddening race for fulfillment now, and her minister, her preacher and friend fucked into her where no man except her husband had been.

The preacher fucked her from the tips of his toes, and he could feel the smooth raw flesh of her underused pussy clasping around his thundering cock like a heartbeat. Ecstatic groans came to his lips, and his lewd noises were blended with the sobbing cries that bubbled from the woman's throat. He slid his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising their rotating roundness up off the bed so he could have greater access to her hungry cunt...

Bernice was going out of her mind now. "Oohhh, God! I... I'm cumming tooo!" she gasped in intense passion, and she locked her ankles in a death grip as high as she could around Wilson's, rhythmically pumping buttocks. Her body arched and quivered, and she held tight to the preacher, not moving other than to jerk and spasm around him in a pulsating clasp as she felt its virile head burst with his hot sperm deep up inside her hungrily accepting vagina. She gasped out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt the preacher's rapidly deflating cock slowly withdraw from her heavily flooded vaginal hole, and a rush of cool air slipped between the full, whitely glistening columns of her exposed thighs. She shivered with tingling delight and rolled into a huddled ball of satiated female flesh.

"You're a wonderful, beautiful woman, Mrs. Bartlett. Your husband is fortunate to have you. I'm sure that if you pray with him... and let him know that you are more available than your sisters... he'll be all yours."

Wilson gently caressed the naked woman as he continued, "Your belief... no, faith in Jesus will save your marriage. And it's important that your daughter has an equally strong faith. Does she?"

"I... I don't know, Reverend." Bernice was suddenly afraid. She herself had been no older than Becky when Harvey had seduced her. And her niece whom her husband had so thoroughly skewered was even younger. "Can you help her?"

The scheming preacher almost laughed aloud at the woman's question. Things couldn't be working out better. "I can certainly try, Sister." He let his hand slip possessively between the woman's thighs and he cupped her cum-sodden pussy. "But she may be more receptive to my message if you ask her to come for instruction with me."

"Of course, Reverend." Bernice arched her wide hips forward against the preacher's intimately exploring fingers. "She's a nice girl... you'll like her," the woman added but, her mind clouded by her own resurgent lust, she never dreamed what her minister planned to teach her daughter or how much and in what ways he would like her.

It seemed quite natural and not the least hypocritical for the minister to once again mount the formerly chaste mother of his intended next victim and give her more of the sexual solace she had not been receiving from her husband.

It was an hour later that Wilson , now well drained by the voluptuous woman's considerable sexual appetite and newly discovered talent, met Becky at the door.

"Becky," her mother said. "You know Reverend Wilson, don't you?"

"Yes Mother. Of course I do," and she flashed an open and friendly smile at the minister.

"Well, my darling daughter, you'll be pleased to hear that Reverend Wilson has agreed to give you the special instruction you need to join his church. You do want to join, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Mother. I do. And thank you, Reverend Wilson. I hope I won't be too much of a bother to you?"

"Definitely not, my child. One of my favorite duties is that of giving instruction to my young would-be members." He smiled inwardly and wondered what they would have thought if they'd known what the instruction was and why it was his favorite duty.