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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Middle School Mischief at Dorset

 

Chapter 32: A Becky Banquet

Becky slept well that night but when she awakened in the morning she had a gnawing feeling, sort of an urge in her belly. She wanted something but she didn't know what. Was it Jesus' message from Reverend Wilson?

The day seemed to go on and on. Several times Mr. Best caught her daydreaming and she'd been very embarrassed but finally school was over and she was off to her appointment with her minister.

Although Mrs. Bartlett's inexperienced mouth had performed with consummate skill and she had relieved the pressure of his lust for her fourteen-year-old daughter, it seemed to take forever before the lovely young girl arrived at his office the next day. Wilson was unsure how the girl would feel about him after her experience the day before so he offered her a large glass of his special lemonade.

"We must pray again, my dear," he said as he led her to the inner office and locked the door behind them. Today she was wearing shorts and a sweater that her mother should have discarded at least a year ago. Based on its appearance, it had been worn a lot but it was meant for a smaller girl... perhaps for Becky a year or more ago. The knitted fabric was stretched almost to the tearing point and the outline of the girl's heavy-duty brassiere was clearly evident to his view. His cock lurched under his robe as he mentally stripped off the buxom youngster's clothes.

"Help us Lord... help young Becky to gain the spiritual knowledge of Your goodness... help her to relax and receive Your complete blessing today... to receive Your bounty... the bounty she began to receive yesterday." The minister spoke in a soft, deep voice while one hand caressed the girl's back from the nape of her neck to the broad, twin melons of her lovely ass.

Young Becky liked the sound of her minister's deep voice and the soothing touch of his hand as he caressed her back. Was it going to be like yesterday again? Would Jesus come into her soul as he had yesterday? She had felt so happy and contented after but still it was all somehow incomplete. Was that what Reverend Wilson meant. What was the bounty she would receive? Would she feel like yesterday? Her mind wandered and her adolescent loins warmed to the memory of the preacher's gentle yet demanding touch.

"Come my dear," Wilson said softly as he realized the girl's mind was elsewhere. He hoped it was where he wanted it to be. "Are you ready to learn more of the wonderful things God has in store for you... to learn now what you can look forward to when you marry?"

"Yes Reverend... I'm ready. I think I am?"

The docile youngster compliantly lay down on the couch and looked up at her minister with wide-eyed anticipation. When he grasped the bottom of her sweater and tugged it up she raised up on one elbow to assist. She blushed when he reached around behind her back and she felt him unfastening the clasp. Only her mother had seen her breasts bare since they began to get big except for yesterday with her minister. But it seemed different today somehow as he took off her brassiere and her pneumatic titflesh was exposed to his view. Still, the gentle and skillful way he had removed her bra told the girl that he had done this often before so it must be a regular duty. She relaxed.

Reverend Wilson gently pressed the girl back down onto her back. He took off her shoes and socks slowly, running his hand up her calf and thigh after each sock and each shoe. Becky's breathing became faster and her thighs quivered slightly with each stroke and she got that strange feeling in her belly... the feeling that Reverend Wilson had quelled with his hand. She gave an unconscious wriggle of her wide hips as if urging them closer to the man's gently caressing hand.

And then there was just her shorts and panties to go. There had been many girls before this one but Wilson 's hands trembled and his heart beat faster as he reached for the waist of her shorts. He took hold of them and gently tugged them down until they stuck when they reached the shelving prominence of her buttocks. It was as if the girl had done this before too as she helped him by lifting herself so the shorts could finish sliding down. Down to her feet, then off and on to the floor. Now, only her panties were left.

The girl's panties were modest, cotton and full size and Wilson was pleased to see that the whole crotch area was soaked. The wet cotton was plastered to her body so that the fabric was in the crease that split the three-inch splay between her legs.

The predatory preacher tugged at the silken panties, pulling them down inch-by-inch, revealing Becky's softly rounded tummy and the bulge of her mons veneris with its light little patch of pubic hair. His hand shook as he pulled the fabric down even more. There it was - the beginning of the crease between Becky's legs, the swollen lips of her saturated pussy and he tugged the panties down over her legs and feet, caressing the thighs and legs as he went.

The trusting, young virgin could barely lie still. Her minister's gentle and skillful play on her unseasoned body made her belly churn with new and delicious sensations and ignited a hunger within her that she could not understand.

Wilson 's restraint was almost overcome by the sight of Becky's totally revealed body. With her unwilled squirming, one leg had dropped to the floor, leaving her vulva area spread apart. The lips and valley between were shiny, glistening with her secretions. Her sparse pubic hair crowned the valley of pleasure but the glistening fleshrolls were hairless. And, as a further sign that his careful caresses were having the desired effect, the little nubbin of her clitoris had become engorged and enlarged and it was peeking from its little shroud where her cuntlips had swelled and parted. The girl's little cum-trigger looked swollen and ripe and glistened whitely between the pink of the youngster's labia.

Wilson 's hot eyes traveled upward, to her softly mounded belly, to her large, upthrust breasts. They were round; white with long, thick nipples standing erect and little bumps speckling the brownish-pink circles of her areolas. Her breasts were not yet as big as her mother's, the prurient preacher mused, but there was no way that Bernice's would have stood up so high and firm as her daughter's did.

The virtuous fourteen-year-old girl got hot shivers from the way her minister was looking at her naked body. But she liked the way it made her feel. She wasn't used to being seen naked, not even by herself, but this was Jesus' messenger so it was like being naked for the Savior. Yesterday's soul-searing experience was still fresh in her young mind and she was sure that her kind and thoughtful minister was thinking only of bringing her into the church.

Wilson saw how the girl's eyes, round, brown, soft and languid were looking at him. It was good that his progressive intimacies hadn't frightened her and for a long moment he stared with unbridled lust into those guileless and trusting eyes and Becky returned his gaze silently, her unseasoned, young mind overwhelmed by the Godly man's tender caresses.

The preacher reached down and lightly stroked the naked girl's belly mound and the area under her breasts. At that moment this receptive, docile adolescent was the most wonderful of his many conquests. She combined the voluptuous body of a woman with the tremulous innocence of a child. He knelt between her legs and spread them apart so that he could see right into the area between them. He could see all her pussy and down into the crack between the globes of her lushly rounded buttocks. Her little brown rosette nestled there between those cheeks but that as a later target. The unprincipled pastor took his hands and spread the hairless lips of her young pussy even further apart.

Leaning closer Wilson drooled with the anticipation of this adolescent beauty's reaction to the kiss he would plant on the glistening softness of her pussy-pudding. The whole area was wet and coated in her slippery fluids and he ran his finger up and down the crease, feeling the wetness and slipperiness. He heard the girl's sharp intake of breath and felt her grow tense without trying to deter him from his lewd course.

Becky closed her eyes and gave herself up to her minister's ministrations. She stiffened with apprehension when she felt him put one finger into the body cavity between her legs and slowly push it in to past the knuckle.

Wilson withdrew his finger from her and lightly rubbed his thumb over her hard, little clitoris. Becky gasped, moving her hips up and down just slightly and the predatory preacher sensed that this young girl would be as hot as her mother. He took his fingers and spread the lips of her pussy wide apart and, bending his head closer, pushed his tongue out and lightly stroked her little clit-nubbin with it. With a sharp intake of breath, the unwary teen hunched her center up at him.

Being the first to eat an adolescent's cunt was not a unique experience for Reverend Wilson but as he stroked his tongue up and down the slippery, pulpy slit the girl's breathless whine of excitement was special. He ran his lips up one side, caressing the swollen pussy lip, then down the other side, suckling and licking. He extended his tongue as far as it would go and bored it into the cavity down below and then he made love to the addle-minded innocent with his tongue, pushing in and out, twisting his head from side to side. Slowly, he pulled his tongue out of the soaking hole and pressing it so it was broad and fat ran it up and down, right in the middle of her cuntal crease. With single-minded intensity, incited even more by the unpracticed and unwilled response of his young victim, the man covered the area all around her vaginal opening, alternating pressure and light, fluttering strokes.

Young Becky had become like a vegetable as far as having a will of her own was concerned. She lay limply as her minister lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders so he could have completely uninhibited access to the center of her sex. She pushed up at his hands when he reached up and caressed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over and around the swollen, projecting nipples. Becky was moaning almost constantly, a low crooning sound of pure pleasure. With her legs draped down the man's back, she pulled him in even closer and her thighs squeezed and loosened against the sides of his head, in perfect harmony with the actions of the intruding mouth and tongue.

Wilson lifted Becky up higher and slid a hand under her bulbous, cheek-spread bottom to her little brown star. It was coated with her secretions, just like his face and all the area of her sexual center. He extended a finger and rubbed it lightly over the wrinkled surface and Becky moaned louder, wrapping her legs completely around his neck and squeezing. Gently and skillfully his finger delved the wrinkles until he found the center. Twisting his index digit around and around, he worked a space for it to finally enter. Yes, he thought to himself, when the time comes she'll take it here. Too and as he continued his obscene probing caress Becky kept squeezing his head with her thighs and uttering softly crooning moans.

As he began using his tongue where he would soon use his cock the minister made it as long and slender as possible and pushed it into her and out, using a slow twisting motion. At the same time, he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive anal opening in small circles. The girl's hips seemed to have a mind of their own, undulating up and down as he ministered to the two inviolate orifices that he would initiate as he taught the hot-blooded teen all about sex.

Until now he had just barely touched her clitoris. He wanted to be sure that the girl gained maximum pleasure from his assault to make her more amenable to his further attentions. But Becky was not to be denied. She sensed where the major pleasure came from and she arched her hips so that her throbbing clitoris was right under her minister's tongue and he had to pay attention to it.

Wilson moved his fingers to her vaginal opening and began to stroke the soft, sensitive flesh of her cuntmouth. He sucked her little clit up between his lips and ran the tip of his tongue over it and he concentrated on this very tip of the tiny trigger using the lightest strokes he could manage.

For the ingenuous youngster her minister's gentle and delicate touching of her ripe, nubile body was giving her incredible pleasure. Becky started trembling all over, her legs pulling around his neck in spasms. She moved her hands down to his head, stroking his hair, making love to him with her hands. Her moan continued, soft and whispery, and then she started chanting, very softly, "Yes Reverend... Yes Reverend... Oohhh Yeesss."

The girl remained poised on the brink of an orgasmic precipice for half a minute and then, suddenly, Becky clamped her legs around the man's neck, arched her back and strained hard up against his mouth. Wilson could feel her pussy pulsating against his mouth and two of his fingers slipped inside the spasming mouth of her unsullied cuntmouth. And then it the hot entry-ring clamped down on his fingers, holding them in a vise grip and the man knew that fucking this buxom youngster was going to be a superb experience.

Becky uttered a series of choking cries as small convulsions wracked her abdomen, and her stomach. Her buttocks, and thighs shuddered. The jerks and jitters seemed to go on and on as her orgasm continued in wave after wave. The leg-clamp she had on her minister's head relaxed little by little, and he moved his tongue through her crease and over her clitoris very slowly and lightly, matching pace with her orgasm's slide down from its peak.

Gradually the girl's legs relaxed and she unwrapped them from around the preacher's neck and let them fall back down on his back. He took them from his shoulders and gently put them back on the couch and Becky lay there totally spent, absolutely still savoring the slowly ebbing after-shocks of her second-ever orgasm.

From between her legs Wilson gazed at the busty youngster and was filled with a mixture of both pride and pleasure. The realization that he was the one responsible for her pleasure, the knowledge that it was possible for him to give so much pleasure to a girl always thrilled him and filled him with awe. And now he hoped that she would respond the same way when her mounted her and entered her virginal cunt. And, despite the mature responses she had demonstrated to his assault he was quite sure that this girl was still a virgin.

Becky's tremors had stopped and she now lay completely still. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled weakly at her minister. Would being in his church mean that he would minister to her this way all the time? Had he ministered to her mother in this way? Is that why she seemed so content after his visit?

"Are you all right, my dear? Would you like to call it a day and return another time for more... ah... more... to receive more of God's message? Wilson wasn't sure how he'd handle the situation if she answered yes since he just had to have this wonderful jewel... and he couldn't wait another day.

"Yes Reverend... I mean... I'm all right... I think?" But innocent, young Becky wasn't really sure. "I don't want to... like... I'm ready for more of Jes... God's message. The young girl wasn't sure if Jesus' message differed from God's but she knew that her minister would get it right.