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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
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The predatory schoolteachers, Jack Allen and Bob Best, had resolved to mend their ways. Their resolutions were more the result of fear of being found out than from an improvement in morality. The Principal of the Grade School where they'd formerly taught had offered them the opportunity to get away from the temptation of the nubile girls in that school and at the same time to do some service for society. More importantly, for her, this would also get them away from her school. They had met her in her office one day last May.
"I'm sure you both know that the two of you have made my job more difficult than it should be and I'd be happy if you chose other schools for next year. That is, if you plan to keep on teaching?
Bob and Jack looked at each other, then at Mrs. Wilson, the Principal. She'd asked them to her office and they wondered why. They were still wondering.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Wilson. But... I'm turning over a new leaf," Bob said. "And I haven't decided yet about next year."
"I'm like Bob. I'm going to tread the straight and narrow from now on. If I come back, I won't cause you any problems." Jack didn't really believe he'd caused her any problems anyway. Unlike Bob and his brief upset abut Ilse; none of the girls had said anything about him.
"I have about as much confidence in your promises as I have in a politician's promise. But I do have something that might get one of you out of my hair."
"What is that, Mrs. Wilson?" Bob looked up, interested.
"It may not appeal to you, Mr. Best... or to
you, Mr. Allen. It's a way to give something back to your country, though. I've
been asked to recruit a good teacher for an out of the way location. You don't
have to know where... not yet. But it's within the boundaries of the forty-eight
states, not
"I'm interested," Jack said, looking up for the first time.
"I am, too. What's it about?" Bob sat forward in his chair.
"Well, you both meet the requirements. You're big and you're good teachers... it's the non-curriculum teaching that's a problem with you two. Anyway, in a way it's like a trip back in time. This place has just a two-room school for all grades. They need someone to teach Grade seven and up... I think the highest grade is eleven, but I'm not sure. Some of the students can be unruly... they were specific about wanting a man, a big man. They went through three women teachers this year. The pay isn't great but you can get cheap room and board next door to the school."
"But you said it's a two-room school?" Bob looked over at Jack, trying to gauge his interest.
"They've already hired a teacher for the Primary grades. So, is either one of you interested?"
"What if we're both interested?" It sounded different and Jack liked the idea of a rural area.
"If you're both interested I'll send both CV's to them and they can decide. I'll say you're both good teachers although I really shouldn't." The woman smiled meaningfully at both of them and closed the folder on her desk, signaling that their meeting was over.
Middleville, known usually just as Middle, was a sprawling farming community that was all that Mrs. Wilson had suggested. It was a ten-hour drive from the nearest airport and the road to get there was narrow and winding. The inhabitants of Middleville and the neighboring community, High Dorset which was usually just called Dorset, all three hundred of them, were descended from British, Scandinavian and French-Canadian settlers who had arrived in the late nineteenth century. The out of the way location had combined with generations of inbreeding to produce a quaint, close-knit if somewhat backward society.
Reverend Joshua Scroggins, the Chairman of the Board of Trustees came to the city to interview Jack and Bill for the teaching job. This was done for economic reasons since it was cheaper for him to travel there than for the two of them to go to Middleville but there was an added reason. It gave the good Reverend an opportunity to get away from the small community fish bowl and enjoy the freedom of anonymity a city provided him.
"Well gentlemen, things have changed somewhat since we first began looking for another teacher."
Joshua felt warm and comfortable in the dimly lit restaurant where he was meeting the two candidates. The warmth was mostly internal and the result of several shots of Jack Daniels' famed potion and he was anxious to get the business over with so he could become better acquainted with the young lady he'd met in the bar at his hotel.
"Middleville and Dorset are getting bigger.
A Japanese company and a German one have just built large pig farms and they've
brought in quite a few people to run it. The
"Sure, Reverend," the two men answered
together. "How big is the
For the next hour, while they dined and drank,
Josh described the situation.
Handshakes sealed the deals. Jack would go to the
Bob was the first to arrive at his new assignment. His nieces, Irene and Lucy, were living now with their parents. Lucy was with her father and Irene plus baby were with her mother. Bob felt a mix of guilt and disappointment that he couldn't acknowledge that he was the father of Irene's child but it was definitely best this way.
He had phoned ahead and Reverend Scroggins met
him at the dusty crossroads to give him directions to
The Reverend Ebenezer Wilson, his landlord, met
Bob at the door. Reverend Wilson was the Pastor of the
After a year of mourning, as was appropriate, he had married again. His new bride, Lucinda, had been an innocent and submissive virgin of eighteen and she had taken on her new responsibilities as stepmother to the eight-year-old girl with no reservations. Then, several months ago, the older daughter had returned and this had gone well also.
The new teacher was fed a substantial supper as he made the acquaintance of the family. Reverend Wilson was tall and powerful looking and his ego was gargantuan. He was quietly domineering and there was no doubt that he ruled the household with an iron hand. His libido was as large as his ego and, although of course Bob did not yet know this, he regularly gave religious instruction of a very unchaste nature to several of his parishioners.
Mrs. Wilson, Lucinda, was a dark, ripe-bodied but meek and submissive woman who, despite her determination to be a good mother to the girls, was perhaps too near their own ages to be completely effective. She'd been a virgin when Reverend Wilson married her and she still had thrilling memories of her introduction to sex but after less than a month he seemed to lose interest in her. In the five years since then, the marriage bed had been, at best, boring and despite the occasional stirring of her libido when she submitted to the weekly ritual coupling, she had not experienced an orgasm since the second week of her marriage. Nor did she consciously yearn for one.
Twelve-year-old Leena was short and baby-fat plump with high, hard breasts and buttocks round as honeydew melons. Leena was a confused and disturbed young girl who was very angry with her father. Her confusion and her anger had the same origin and both began eight months ago.
Leena's sixteen-year-old cousin, Elvin, had found the girl alone in the church basement. She had been playing in the snow and had gone into the church to get warm and dry her clothes, which were soaking wet from the wet, sloppy snow. When Elvin came upon her she had taken off her coat and sweater and her snow pants and wore only a light blouse and panties.
The sight of the cute youngster with her precociously developed breasts pushing out the blouse in two delightful hillocks while the slit below her fat mons was outlined enticingly by her too-tight panties was too much for the undisciplined teen.
Little Leena fought her much bigger cousin but to no avail. Less than five minutes after he grabbed her she was lying, legs widespread with a red-stained trickle of gism running down her ravished cunt slit and puddling on the wooden floor. In that brief time Elvin had ripped off her panties, forced her to the floor and unceremoniously popped her cherry. The quick-triggered youth had lasted only a dozen or so strokes before he pumped his semen into the little girl's tight receptacle.
The eleven-year-old girl lay there after her
assailant dismounted. She was angry. Furious. And not just at her cousin. She
knew her father was in his office right next to where she'd been raped and she
was sure he must have heard her call for help but he hadn't come to her rescue.
The loss of her virginity didn't bother her particularly. She knew that it was
bound to happen soon anyway. In
By the time Elvin was out the door Leena was halfway across the room to the little corridor where the door to her father's office was located. The door was locked but there was light showing under it and she knocked. She knocked again and again; each time harder but there was no response.
Leena hurt some and her legs were sort of quaky after the shock of her experience. She moved to the end of the corridor and leaned against the office wall. As her weight pressed against it, the wall suddenly moved, or at least a part of it next to the outside wall of the building moved. She turned and pushed harder and a narrow door opened leading into a dark passageway that was between the sidewall of the office and the building wall.
The girl was curious. She went inside and as soon as she was in the door closed leaving her in total darkness. Total darkness that is except for two narrow beams of light that were visible because of reflections from dust particles in the air. When she moved closer she felt the faint touch of cobwebs against her face and she shuddered but she didn't stop.
The first light was from a small hole in the wall but when she rose up on tiptoes to look through the hole she got another surprise. The light was coming through a fisheye lens and when she looked through it she got an almost complete view of her father's office. But he wasn't there. The door to his relaxation room was open and Leena deduced that the second light was from the wall of that room.
Holding a hand in front of her face to break through the cobwebs the young girl went quickly to the second light. Once more she strained up on tiptoes to look and this time the room was not empty.
Reverend Wilson's predecessor and his wife who had been the only Deaconess the Church of the Leading Light ever had believed in sharing experiences with each other. One part of the sharing was this. One or the other of them would watch through the lens while the partner was holding unconventional but highly pleasurable training sessions with the young people of the congregation. Little Leena was now observing a similar event through a lens that was angled down at the big bed beneath where she was peeping.
Leena saw a man's hairy bare rump slowly rising and lowering between two plump, widely spread legs. Her gaze shifted along his bare back which was raised up from the bed by his outstretched arms and she realized that the man was her father. The shock of that discovery did not have time to sink in before she got an even greater shock when she recognized who was under him. It was her very best ever friend, Eloise Hampton.
Eloise's eyes were open wide and her pretty mouth was open, too. She was whimpering softly and just as Leena began watching her, her whimpers became panting gasps and she sounded like she'd been running very hard and was out of breath.
The man's hips pumped faster and Eloise's plump legs began to jump and jerk and she uttered a series of short, shrill cries before seeming to go limp.
"Yes little Eloise... you're being born again... you're milking God's Seeds up into your Heavenly haven," Reverend Wilson said in a husky voice. His hips hammered Leena's little friend fast and hard for a moment and then, with a groan, he just pushed down hard and quivered.
Leena's saw red. Hot anger washed over her. This was why her father had not come to her rescue. Her anger was exacerbated by her instinctive knowledge that her best friend had not been just thrown down and raped. Something special had happened to her that was evidenced by the lax, satisfied expression that was now showing on her pretty, young face. The watching youngster had a strange almost nauseous feeling in her belly and her recently violated pussy swelled and twitched with a sort of hunger for what Eloise had just experienced.
The frustrated and rudely deflowered youngster made her way out of the dark corridor and went home, vowing revenge on her father and her best friend.
Leena's sixteen year old sister, Priscilla was tall, her breasts already too large to be self-supporting despite the youthful firmness of her flesh. She was wide hipped and long-legged and, like her stepmother, quiet and docile. Unlike her younger sibling she was still a virgin, a chaste, unsuspecting young lady who had not yet even discovered how to temporarily quell the strange yearnings that disturbed her ripe, young body.
After her mother's death, Priscilla had been sent
to live with her maternal grandparents on a prairie farm in the
Priscilla had no resident uncles or cousins or
even schoolmates to introduce her to sex so when she returned to
Of course as he became acquainted with the family with whom he would be living Bob was aware only that the females were uncommonly desirable creatures but he knew nothing much of their personalities. Admittedly, the deference shown to him by Priscilla and her stepmother had an almost erotic appeal but the Reverend's seeming piety served to reinforce the schoolteacher's resolve to be an upstanding citizen. Despite that, the three visions of feminine pulchritude that served him supper caused another unruly part of him to be upstanding.
After his sojourn as a private tutor Bob had made a momentous decision. Like many men he felt that his penis was too small although it was in fact a bit larger than average. He had sensed that compliant, big-busted Carla wanted more than he was able to give her although he certainly had enough to satisfy her docile, pre-teen daughters. His niece Irene however had provided the final touch because after her baby was born she had been a loose fit compared to his usual schoolgirl diet and had definitely been less than satisfied by his equipment. Thorough research had taken him to the surgical alternative and he'd blown all his savings on some state-of-the-art surgery. His erect organ remained a respectable six plus inches in length but it was now almost three inches in diameter. "If you're much longer you'll make it painful for some women but thickness will more than make up for length, even with those women who like the real big ones." His surgeon went on to explain what he already knew, that the most sensitive area was in the first couple of inches inside a woman's vagina.
The results had been gratifying although Irene and Lucy had been the only recipients of his enhanced tool. Irene had definitely been satisfied and her younger sister, after her initial trepidation, had also been delighted. Why on earth had he agreed to come to this Godforsaken, backwoods community? He was still determined to behave in a proper and honorable way but he felt like he was wasting his expensive augmentation of his sexual equipment. Definitely he would have to go elsewhere at every opportunity.
That first evening Reverend Wilson was out as usual. Prayer Meetings and religious counseling took up much of his time. The religious counseling, however, was somewhat unconventional.
The Fundamentalist Minister came from a much larger place and had started his education with the plan to become a medical doctor. He didn't make it through the arduous and demanding training but in the course of his attempt he serendipitously acquired a skill that was to serve him well in his career as a preacher. An old doctor who became his friend had taught him hypnotism. The good Reverend Wilson used this skill in a way his mentor had probably not intended. His congregation, after six years under his ministry, now included many female parishioners who knew him intimately, in the biblical sense of the word but most of them had no real memory of this intimate knowledge.
When he first took over the spiritual guidance of the small congregation Reverend Wilson had good intentions. His first wife's illness however made the marriage bed unavailable to him for quenching his substantial sex drive and he began to look lustfully at some of his female parishioners. He quickly discovered that some of them had their own unquenched needs and by judicious application of his skill with hypnotism he had accomplished the dual effect of giving pleasure to selected, very religious women and satisfying his own needs while ensuring that they had no memory of their unchaste transgressions.
Along the way he discovered the special pleasure of training some of their young daughters with the accompanying delight of filling immature vaginas with his somewhat long but slender organ. Soon after the death of his first wife he had found one of the rare virgins among his flock and had married her. She had been a comparatively mature eighteen-year-old girl and after the initial pleasure of her virginal tightness he found himself again attracted to the younger girls.
Four years ago he had introduced a program to prepare young people for full membership in the church. The program would have shocked and angered the parents of the girls even though some of the fathers had already undertaken begun similar training of their nubile offspring. Along the way he had added a refinement to his hypnotic technique, a potion of mainly natural herbs that made even the resistant recipients of his lecherous attention to be easily entranced.
With the boys and young men however, since he was completely heterosexual, Reverend Wilson used his hypnotic technique mainly to extract information about the girls and women in the community. This information had served him well since it gave him insight into the character of his potential sex-toys. He knew which of them were still unfucked and which ones were easy lays or reluctant lays. Generally he knew who sucked cock and many other bits of information he was able to use when he prepared them for baptism.
Of course Bob Best had no inkling of his landlord's predilection for illicit sex and especially for the underaged female members of his congregation. Neither did he realize that the minister's wife and daughters were prime candidates to provide a release from his own growing disenchantment with honorable celibacy.
That night in bed Bob stroked his tool, admiring its enhanced dimensions and fantasizing about the lovely females in bed not far from his own.