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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

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Middle School Mischief at Dorset

 

Chapter 33: Breaking in Becky

Reverend Wilson remained sprawled between stocky, young Becky's widespread legs for a few minutes as the naked fourteen year old slowly recovered from her minister's masterful oral caress. Her large, upthrust breasts heaved and jiggled as her breathing returned to normal and her eyes looked sightlessly at the ceiling.

"We must pray again, my dear," Wilson said softly as he decided on how he would approach his next lewd objective. "Are you cold?"

"Uh... no... yes... yes Reverend." As soon as she was asked the girl became aware that she was in fact quite chilly. Her body had become covered with a thin sheen of moisture as she sweated in the heat of her sexual arousal and, after her orgasm waned, the sweat had evaporated and now her plump flesh was covered with little goose bumps. And the preacher had noticed this.

Wilson eased the robe from his shoulders and he slid and squirmed from down between the young girls open legs up over her buxom body. "God has a natural way for us to keep warm, my dear. We can share the heat of each other's body while we pray together, mouth-to-mouth. By the time he had worked his body completely over hers his robe was gone and his bare flesh was pressed closely to Becky's.

The girl didn't understand all that her minister said and did but she trusted him. Everything he had done had seemed true and she felt at home with him and with the word of God. She liked the feel of his warmth against her and especially the feel of his chest hair rubbing on the tips of her breasts. And then his minty mouth was on hers and she parted her soft lips, remembering yesterday.

There had been reluctance when he'd first kissed her yesterday but today Becky's soft lips parted readily and as his tongue slid between them her own hot tongue began a sensual duel. Soft, breathless whimpers erupted from her throat and in hot little gusts entered his mouth. Her large, firm titmounds were fleshy cushions under his chest and he savoured their delightful yielding, rolling support.

Becky could feel something hot and hard against her thigh but in her naïveté she had very limited knowledge of what it was. She felt warm and secure with the minister's big body covering hers and his hotly plundering tongue was arousing those strange feelings in her belly. As she felt the man's hand begin to work its way between their close-pressed bodies she pushed down into the mattress to make it easier for the hand to reach her sexual core. She wanted... needed to be touched there, down in her most private, most secret place.

The preacher noticed how the young girl moved as his hand slid between them. He felt the firm give of her plumply convex belly and then the scanty, little bush on her prominent mons. He tangled his fingers briefly in the fine curls that had not yet reached the coarseness that maturity would bring. Her full thighs were well parted but when his finger slid into her juicy crease and dilled into her sopping vagina her legs spread open even wider. His rigid prick jumped against the warm flesh of her thigh as the girl's reactions confirmed her readiness.

Reverend Wilson held the voluptuous fourteen-year-old girl firmly although there was no need of holding down her limply acquiescent body. He slowly drew his thick, middle finger in and out of her vagina, rolling and twirling it inside her wet tightness as he imagined how it was going to feel when it was his cock instead of his finger inside her adolescent passage.

Becky felt a momentary sense of loss when her minister took his hand away and rolled partway off of her body. Then, not knowing what he was doing, she let him take her hand and bring it down there where he had been touching her. The sensations she got from her own fingers did not match the feelings that Reverend Wilson's had produced but she obediently followed the man's guidance.

"Becky, feel the wetness from your sex? Can you feel the pulse of your heart, the rush of blood through your veins?" The prurient predator guided the girl's finger into her own vagina and slid his own finger in parallel with hers. He began a leisurely finger fucking of the girl's unfucked orifice and as he felt the involuntary response to the stimulus he said softly, "Feel how your vagina contracts around our fingers? This is all good and natural. As natural as breathing."

The ingenuous teen began to relax more with the hypnotic, deep voice of Reverend Wilson gentling her like careful brushing gentles a wild mare. She felt his and her fingers deep inside her, her muscles pulsing around them all on their own. Her minister was her guide, her advisor, and the leader of the Church she was becoming a member of. She had learned to trust him but she was afraid to open her eyes as his voice washed over her like a warm, soothing shower. Afraid that if she did, she would discover that something was wrong... sinful. She couldn't understand why she felt that way. Snippets of earlier teachings nagged at the back of her mind. "Sins of the flesh, adultery, sodomy, words she didn't know or understand but words that, in her adolescent mind, had been connected with what sinful men and women did. But this couldn't be wrong could it? If Reverend Wilson was doing this to her, how could it be wrong. Could it be wrong?

"Open your eyes, Becky. Open your eyes and look at me," her minister commanded.

Becky took a shuddering breath; then she opened both eyes, years of obedience to her parents, her teachers and her ministers ingrained in her trainable, young mind. Reverend Wilson was looking at her, his eyes searching her face and traveling up and down her naked body. She shivered slightly, not from cold this time but from exposure. This time she did not try to cover her nudity.

"Good, Becky," the said softly. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her. Again his tongue slid readily into her waiting mouth. This aroused him. She was so open to him, not fighting him at all. And he was achieving this without chemical aid. He kissed her deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her, literally taking her breath away. When she was pliant in his arms once again, he stroked his hand up and down her belly. He circled around her large breasts, concentrating on the pebbled areola and pinching her stiff nipples. He nudged his hand between her thighs, insistent to claim the prize that waited there. Reverend Wilson felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock jumped and strained against the warm flesh of her thigh, waiting restlessly to be unleashed, to be immersed in her vestal honeypot.

The girl's silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris. This time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Becky was soon writhing on the couch like when his mouth was on her pussy. Unlike many of the adolescent virgins the minister had initiated, this one did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her stout but shapely legs fell open, her submission causing the unprincipled preacher to swell with lust, pride and power. Taking advantage of her open legs, he pulled and stretched her labia, rubbed and stroked her clitoris, finger-fucking her steaming vagina. Manipulating the tender virgin flesh between her innocent thighs, he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again. This one would be begging to be deflowered.

Becky was moaning and begging him although she didn't know what she was begging for. Her words and sounds were meaningless noises but understandable just the same. When she was mindless with need, Reverend Wilson rose up above her as again he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight vagina.

The excited youngster gasped with the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Reverend Wilson expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt the Reverend's fingers taking unimaginable liberties with her young body and sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her.

The minister himself was crazy with lust and he finally allowed himself to act on it. While continuing to titillate the young girl's cuntmouth and her sensitive anal rosebud he rose up to release his cock from where it had been trapped against Becky's thigh.

He looked down at the buxom, ripe-bodied the fourteen year old girl lying on her back with her lovely legs spread wide and her fat, glistening pussy being penetrated by his fingers. Overcome with desire for the beautiful youngster, Reverend Wilson said huskily, "Becky, open your eyes."

Wilson rose up and let the girl see his powerful cock, jutting proudly from heavy balls amid curls of thick hair. Becky had never seen or even imagined anything like she was seeing. Her minister's raging member's head was flaming red, a big mushroom shape. The shaft was thick and heavily veined terminating in heavy, cum-filled balls. It jumped and jerked with a life of its own. He gently touched the girl's clitoris. It was so swollen and red and sensitive that Reverend Wilson knew this succulent woman child would orgasm soon. And he wanted to be inside her when that happened.

Her minister's cock transfixed Becky. She had never seen one before and his was huge and red and so hard looking. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him begin to stroke his cock slowly. Seeing his big, warm hand on his cock aroused her. She remembered that same hand buried in her wetness, fingering her, stroking her. First yesterday when he had shown her the impact of God's love and then moments ago when he was again bringing her close to that revelation. She was confused and scared but too aroused, too curious to prevent what happened next.

"Ah... my sweet, good little Becky. This is still right and good. This will be a holy union of God's Church with a woman made for God's Church." He stroked his cock, which swelled even larger as he said softly, "Becky, grab your knees and pull them up, open yourself to God's message."

As she obeyed him, it took everything he had not to moan when he saw her legs lift and spread for him, separating her labia and exposing her throbbing clitoris to his view. This delightful girl was a perfect choice, he thought. Then all thinking left him as he single-mindedly began the rape of the impressionable young girl.

Becky watched with breathless apprehension as Reverend Wilson leaned over, one arm by her side supporting his weight above her. He was between her legs now and she felt the first nudges of his cock against her heated flesh.

The randy preacher wanted to ram his cock into her virgin sex, ripping her hymen from her and claiming her for himself, for his Church. But instead he began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, letting her get use to the feel. He rubbed the head of is cock in her juices and ran it up and over, back and forth across her clitoris. He watched through hazy desire-filled eyes as she pulled her legs wider apart as if sensing the accommodation her inviolate cuntal orifice would soon have to make for her minister's teasing tool. Wilson placed the velvety mushroom head against her clitoris and rubbed her there until he could feel her throbbing, see her bucking hips straining for him. Then, placing a thumb on her clitoris, he placed the tip of his cock right outside the gaping mouth of her vagina.

The innocent virgin gasped, realizing what would happen, what had to happen. This whole afternoon... and yesterday had been building up to the moment slowly and she knew that she did not have the power, or desire to stop it. She almost stopped breathing, waiting.

The minister was sweating from the effort to keep from violating the voluptuous, defenseless girl savagely, and slowly he eased the head into her vagina. He watched the bulbous knob push her labia in and pull them out as he worked his way in with tiny in-out motions until the head was all the way inside of her smoldering, silken furnace. He felt a rush, a triumphal thrill as his cock bumped against the useless barrier blocking his entry. He began to work her clit with his thumb, the soft velvet of her wet sex, the virginal tightness of her vagina slowly breaking down his composure and patience. He steadily pushed against her hymen, at the same time fingering, rubbing, and pinching her clitoris until she was moaning loudly. All of a sudden young Becky went rigid and then began bucking wildly. Wilson gave a shout of pure victory as he rammed his cock all the way into her tight tunnel until he had sheathed his entire manhood in her girlish heat, ripping past her hymen like it was so much cotton candy.

Becky couldn't squelch her squeal of pain as her hymen ripped, but the crashing of her orgasm dulled the pain almost immediately. She could not stop the convulsive bucking of her body or the spasming of her muscles as they sucked and gripped Reverend Wilson's huge cock. Whimpering and moaning, she gripped his arms for purchase as he moved within her. Her vagina was sore and violated, but the beginnings of a deeper, scarier feeling began to emerge. Her legs wrapped around her minister and then her arms too went around his back as she hung on to her violator like a drowning person grasps a lifebuoy.

The triumphant preacher grunted, shoving his cock deep into Becky's tightness, holding it there just savoring her velvet heat surrounding him. Her tightness was almost viselike, the grip on his cock almost painful. He began to rotate his hips, his cock mirroring his movements deep inside her. Feeling her body tense and her muscles flex and milk him, he knew that she was approaching another orgasm. Confident now that the girl was totally his he let loose.

With her legs wrapped around him and her fingers digging into his bacck, the minister hunched over his young victim and began to piston into her; the coming release so desperate that he no longer cared about her feelings. He fucked her hard and slow and hard and fast. Pounding and pounding his thick cock into her tight wet vagina. Gripping her hips tightly, leaving bruises he lifted her broad hips to meet his thrusts.

Young Becky flopped like a rag doll impaled on his cock, but her clitoris was so tender, her vagina so stuffed that she could feel the climax building. This time it started slowly and then built more and more until she was moaning and gasping from the pleasure and need for release.

The girl's mother had sucked the preacher dry only a day ago but the effect an hour or more with this ripe, young sextoy had brought him back to a sperm-bursting condition. He felt it begin with the curling of his toes and the quiver of his legs against the undersides of the girl's firm, uplifted thighs. He filled his hands with her plastic titflesh and began the short strokes into the hot tightness of her young vagina. And then like a huge conflagration in his loins he let loose, his neutered sperm blasting up into the girl's virgin womb, filling her deflowered passage with the liquid fruits of his lust. Gripped as tightly as he was by her cunt he could feel his cock thrusting and jerking itself inside her; he could feel the hot sperm pulsing out of his thick cock in thick urgent wads.

The mind-blown youngster felt the Reverend's cock jerking hard inside her and then felt the hot splash of his sperm. This added to her blissful climax and sent her soaring as her body danced on her trusted minister's cock, climaxing with him.

For a moment Wilson thought that his latest conquest was crying. The big tit-pillows under his chest were heaving and her labored breath was coming in gasping sobs. Her vise-like passage was still giving an occasional spasm and if its marvelous action had not already drained him, he was sure her involuntary muscle action was completing the job. He lay on the quivering, twitching girl and savoured the wetness of his sperm surrounding his cock in her flooded cuntwell.

Finally Reverend Wilson pulled out of her and rubbed the head of his glistening cock on the girl's still gaping labia and clitoris, wiping himself off on her. With the rage of desire satiated for the moment, he was able to concentrate on her again.

He sat up on the edge of the couch and drew the young girl's trembling body onto his lap. He caressed her face and stroked her hair. He saw that she was crying silently, large salty tears running down over her flushed cheeks.

"What is the matter, my sweet?" Wilson spoke softly in his most considerate tone of voice. "Was it not a beautiful experience? Did you not feel the wonder of God's creation of our bodies?" His tongue licked her tear and sweat salted neck, tasting her spent desire.

"Yanh... hanh... hanh," Becky sobbed. She didn't know why she was crying but she felt as if something precious was gone even as she felt the undeniable feeling of satisfaction that pervaded her young body. The minister cuddled and caressed the ripe, young teen, marveling at the pneumatic firmness of her large breasts and the beauty of her pug-nosed face. His unruly organ began to swell again and as it expanded he felt the soreness, the tenderness from being chafed by the girl's well-oiled tightness. Yes, this one was a keeper, he thought.

Becky was soon limp in her minister's arms and as she slept he laid her on the couch and covered her with a blanket. After a while Reverend Wilson gently slid the blanket off the girl's naked, sleeping form but then, as if having second thoughts, he covered her again and sat on the edge of the couch.

Becky stirred in her sleep and woke up briefly. She snuggled deeper into the blanket, feeling the material against her naked skin. She liked the feel. Tentatively, she allowed herself to caress her breast and closed her eyes. Biting her lips gently, she slid her hand down, cupping her moist sex. Her trembling finger slid along her slit then dipped into her vagina. The newly devirginated youngster felt the greasy cum inside of her and without thinking brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. She smiled sleepily and snuggled back down into the blanket, her hand still covering her private center.

It was getting late when Wilson decided he should awaken the sleeping girl but, just before he did, he heard a sound in the Church vestibule. He left the inner room, closing the door behind himself and went to his desk.

"Come in," Bernice heard the minister's deep voice and she entered the office. Reverend Wilson, wearing a dark robe, was seated behind his desk.

"Oh? I thought Becky was here?" Bernice stood nervously before the minister's desk and looked around as if expecting to find her daughter behind a chair or something.

"Shhhh," the preacher whispered, placing a finger against his pursed lips signaling for the woman to be quiet. "She's in there," and he pointed at the door to the inner office. "She's sleeping. But we can all relax now because she has accepted Jesus... and our Church... as he guide and savior."

"Oh? But... like... why is she sleeping?" The unworldly woman truly did not understand but neither did she suspect what her minister had been up to with her innocent daughter.

"We prayed and when she received the message the effect was quite momentous. She became very emotional and by the time I had soothed her, she was exhausted. I'll bring her home as soon as she wakes up."

Mrs. Bartlett really wanted to look in on her little girl but the minister did not offer and she was too timid to ask. At the same time she felt the same hunger she had felt with him yesterday and the day before that. Was she as bad as Harvey ? Did she want to commit adultery? She blushed, thankful that her minister could not see what was in her mind. He would have been shocked and disappointed, she was sure. And, carried away by her own sexual reverie, Bernice left her violated daughter sleeping in the minister's inner office.