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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
If you do not want to read of such things, or if
it is against the laws of the area you are in,
thenplease do not read it.
The Reverend Ebenezer Wilson's erection was straining at his trousers as he led the lovely, naked fourteen-year-old girl into the adjoining room. The sight of her large, heavy breasts and her lush, round bottom as they jiggled and rolled nakedly and displayed the promise of sensual delights made him doubt that he could maintain his plan for her.
Felicity looked through drug-dulled eyes at the room as she stumbled into it. There was the big, high bed that she'd noted earlier on one side of the room and against the opposite wall was a desk and another big, swivel chair like the one in Reverend Wilson's office. There was a cross on a mirrored wall by the bed the bed and against the wall opposite the door was what she assumed was a place to pray. There was a narrow, open topped table and at the other end of the short table was a place to kneel. A large cross was hanging in front of the table on another mirrored wall. She stood quietly, staring at the cross until she heard the preacher speak.
"Come over here and stand before me,
Felicity,"
he touched your pussy?"
"Do not turn away!"
The young girl reluctantly brought her big, blue eyes back to look at the
Reverend seated before her. "You have such a pretty, warm, little mouth," the preacher sighed and then allowed his gaze to once again slip down
Felicity's young body. "Such lovely, big breasts and round bottom and of course your sweet, soft pussy. Did your uncle touch all of them, my dear?"
Tears formed in the girl's big eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Yes, Reverend Wilson," she said in a meek voice."
"Now, when your uncle touched your pussy, how did he do it, Felicity?"
Even in her drugged, hypnotic state, Felicity squirmed in embarrassment. She had a vivid mental picture of her Uncle Harry as he leaned over her in her bedroom. From when she was ten when her breasts began to grow up until her twelfth birthday, Uncle Harry liked for her to lie down when they played the 'touching game'. He would then rub his hand up one of her little thighs until his hand found her soft, young sex, which he would begin to rub her through her panties. She didn't like it at first but after a few times she found that she began to like the way his hand felt down there. This confused her but after several minutes of rubbing her through her panties, her uncle would usually lean down to her and kiss her on the lips then mumble something like, "You're a lovely girl." Felicity remembered the smell of stale liquor on his breath and her uncle would then move his hand beneath the waistband of her panties. Uncle Harry would use his other hand to spread her little thighs as he slowly pushed his finger over the outer lips of her young pussy and down into the warm slit between.
Felicity's mind reeled with a confused array of thoughts as she remembered the strange sensations that were transmitted from between her legs. Her uncle would rub his finger up and down in her pussy for several minutes before he left her room.
As she grew older, Felicity found her uncle's fondling to be more and more pleasurable, even though she knew in her soul that what he was doing was wrong. She had wanted to tell her mother on several occasions but then stopped herself for some reason, knowing that Uncle Harry was coming to visit the next day.
It wasn't long before her body began to respond instinctively to her uncle's manipulations. She found herself getting wet down there just by thinking of how it felt and without the aid of her uncle's moistened finger. She found her legs spreading for her uncle without his having to coax. As her breasts grew her uncle paid more and more attention to them also and that too sent hot thrills through her juvenile body. All of these feelings combined to form a big quandary in her young mind that left Felicity feeling guilty. She never spoke of these "touching games" to anyone. Until now.
"He would use his finger to kinda, you know..." Felicity said as she returned to the present. Her knees were locked tightly together, and her young body twisted one way and then the other as she blushed hotly.
"I'm not quite sure I follow you, Felicity? Take my hand and show me how he touched you."
"But," Felicity said in a worried, little voice.
"Do what I say, young lady,"
The Reverend placed his hand on one of Felicity's
soft, inner thighs and slowly he moved upward as the young girl closed her eyes
and trembled slightly. With his other hand,
"Oohhhh," Felicity moaned softly as the preacher's hand moved up between her legs.
"Take my hand, Felicity. Show me where he
touched you."
Frightened and nervous though she was the young girl felt the familiar stirring in her adolescent loins. Her plump thighs opened wider and, despite the guilt she felt, she tilted her pelvis outward, her knees quaking as the man's hand moved inexorably closer to her pussy.
Ebenezer felt the familiar warm, female moisture radiating down from above. 'A heavenly warmth, ' he thought to himself and, just as he was about to touch the exquisite softness of her pussy Felicity reflexively tightened her grip on his hand and jerked her hips back away from him.
Although he could have easily put the girl back into a deep trance, the Reverend preferred to use verbal persuasion and mild intimidation to bend her to his wishes. "Please guide me, Felicity and stand up straight. If you will not allow me to proceed with this cleansing process, Mr. Hansen might have to be told that his bride-to-be is unclean in God's eyes. You wouldn't want that, would you, my dear?"
"Well, no but..." Felicity replied in a meek, nervous voice.
"Then stand still and show me exactly how
your Uncle Harry touched you."
"Oohhh... Oohhh Sirrrr, I... Oohhhh," Felicity moaned as the man began to rub her soft pussy while applying a slight rotational pressure against her clitoral area. The preacher took great care not to slip his hand between her pussy lips as he gazed up at the troubled, young girl while massaging her fat, little pussy slowly and rhythmically.
"Is this how your uncle touched you, my
dear?"
"Uh huh," Felicity replied.
"Then what did he do?"
"Well he... he pushed his finger into my... into my..." Felicity stammered as her little hips slowly moved to the preacher's rubbing rhythm.
"Into your wet, little cunt,"
"Uh huh... Oohhh... Mmnnoo," the young teen cried softly as she felt the preacher's finger slip between her puffy vulva and slowly draw forward over the tender petals of her labia.
"Is this how he touched you, Felicity, my dear?" Reverend Wilson again asked the young girl.
"Yes... oohhhh... God! Please, Reverend Wilson, will you stop now?"
"Can you tell, my dear? The Lord is sharing his healing touch with you. I can feel your body beginning to respond. As your warm, little pussy gets hotter and wetter, the pain and guilt of your past will drain from you and onto my healing hand. You must allow me to continue, Felicity, for your own salvation."
"I know Sir, but..."
"What is it, my child?"
"Ahhhuuhh," Felicity gasped as the tip of the Reverend's finger popped inside. Her round ass squirmed against his hand between her thighs as her body was assailed by the forbidden sensations her uncle had shown her.
"What, my dear?"
"It feels so... It feels so... so
strange," Felicity said huskily as
"Bless you, my child," the Reverend Wilson said softly. "I not told you that you are in God's hands? When I touch you, The Lord touches you. It is the Lord God's finger you feel caressing your tight, young ass right now."
"Uuunngghhh," Felicity grunted softly
as
"Together, we will discover all of your
openings, my dear child and the Lord will cleanse your soul."
"It's OK, Felicity, my child. Let yourself go. Feel God's love pour over you like a warm glow."
Oohhh... nnnnnnn... oohhhh... ggggggodddd,"
Felicity cried as she began to cum for the very first time.
"Mmmm," Felicity moaned as the Reverend carefully withdrew his finger from her ass. He slowly rubbed his hand up over the girl's pubic mound and over her tender belly, spreading her juices over her smooth skin as he went.
As the Reverend's hand moved caressed her
Felicity opened her big, blue eyes and gazed fuzzily at the preacher.
"Mmmm... mmmmo," Felicity breathed through her nose as Wilson pinched one large nipple, then the other and his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. She began to struggle weakly with the big man as he continued to handle her big, swollen breasts and to kiss her passionately.
"Please stop, Reverend," Felicity
gasped as
"We've started your purification, my dear," the lecherous preacher murmured as he nuzzled her warm neck. What we just did was not like with your uncle. Don't you feel relieved?"
"Oohhh Sirrrr... Uncle Harry never... it was never like that." And the fourteen-year-old girl felt a great sense of trust in her minister. It must truly have been God's fingers that had made her feel as she had. She had a feeling of contentment unlike anything she had ever felt before. Was her confirmation, her baptism going to be as wonderful? She longed for the rest of it, never dreaming what the horny pastor had in mind.
Ebenezer was in pain, his testicles aching from the erotic experience with this ingenuous, young virgin. He helped her to her feet and as she stood before him on trembling legs he held her hands in his.
"Now my dear, tell me, did your uncle make you touch him, too?" Surely Harry must have made her give him hand jobs? Or maybe he made her suck him? Reverend looked lustfully at the girl's small, full-lipped mouth.
"Uh... uh yes," Felicity replied timidly. Again the vivid memories returned. Soon after her Uncle Harry began the touching game he asked her to touch him, too. It frightened her at first.
He would play the touching game with her until she was warm and flushed and had that funny feeling down below. Then he would push down his clothes. The first time she almost fainted in fright when she saw that part of his anatomy. She'd had glimpses before of little boys and once she'd seen her father naked leaving the bathroom after a shower. But Uncle Harry's penis was scary. It was almost the size of her forearm with a big, bulbous, angry purple knob at the end.
"Hold it Felicity," he had said and when she made no move to comply he took her hand and forced her to touch it. It was very hard and hot to the touch with two thick veins spiraling down its incredible length. She tried to pull her hand away but he held it there.
"Uncle Harry? I don't want to." But he ignored her protest and made her wrap her little hand around the thick pole or at least as far around it as she could. He held her hand and stroked it up an down and she got a funny feeling from the way the taut skin slid up and down on its inner hardness. After a moment she saw a drop of clear liquid appear from the little slit in the tip and then another until a hot, wet, oily stream was running down and bathing her hand.
"I wish you were bigger, Felicity... so I could put this where it's meant to be," he had moaned. The young girl didn't know what he meant but she could see that she was pleasing him and, despite her reservations about the touching game, she like to please him.
It didn't take long, probably not much more than a minute before the hot staff suddenly bucked and a jet of creamy liquid spurted out to splash on her naked thigh.
As time went on she learned what he liked and she used both hands. Later, when she was twelve and her breasts became larger he sometimes aid on to of her and got her to push her breasts together around his hardness. He would pump his hips until the hot liquid spurted out, hitting the underside of her chin. She liked that but only because it meant that he'd leave her alone again for a few days.
Harry had never tried to fuck her, at least not in the normal ways. This was not because of the immorality of incest or molestation of an underaged girl. He was exceptionally well-endowed and he was afraid that he would cause real physical damage to his lovely young niece. So all of Felicity's orifices were still unentered.
"Kneel on the floor, my dear,"
"Reverend Wilson?" The fourteen year old girl uttered a tremulous exclamation as her minister's rigid organ was revealed to her innocent eyes. But she didn't resist as the man took her hand in his and pulled it against the hard, upthrust staff. Her mind was fuzzy but she knew what he wanted, or at least she thought she did. Her uncle had not prepared her for the lecherous preacher's predatory demands.
"Hold it, my dear," Ebenezer said huskily. "Put your hand around it and show me what you did for your uncle."
Without a word the young girl began to stroke her minister's cock. It looked big to her but not as long and not nearly as thick as Uncle Harry's huge dong. It was hard and smooth except for the bulging veins and with the skill she'd learned by doing this with her uncle's tool she pumped it slowly.
"Do you know what these are?" Reverend Wilson took her other hand and placed it under his heavy, aching testicles.
"N... No Reverend," Felicity stammered as she felt the loose skin-bag and hefted the weighty eggs within.
"That's where God's Seeds are stored, my dear. Be gentle. His storage eggs are tender." And the horny preacher placed his hand on the back of the girl's head, pushing her down towards the upthrust staff.
The ingenouos youngster had no idea of what the man wanted and she resisted the pressure of his hand as from her kneeling position, she looked up at him imploringly.
"Did you ever drink what came out of your uncle's cock, Felicity?"
"No. Oh no, Reverend. Never!"
"That is good, my child. It will be easier to cleanse you. But you must drink God's Seeds. You must take it into your mouth like a lollipop and lick and suck it until God's Seeds are released."
"But? But Sir?" Felicity protested as her pretty mouth was forced closer and closer to the angry, purple knob. Then it bumped her lips, hot and wet and slick and reluctantly she opened her mouth.
Ebenezer sighed with pleasure as the young girl's mouth opened grudgingly to engulf the sensitive bulb. "Lick it, my dear. Lick the tip and then take as much of it in your mouth as you can."
The obedient fourteen year old girl did as she was told. He was her minister, a man of God, and he'd already helped her by releasing the evil from her body. Eyes closed she trustingly moved her head lower. There little taste and sensation of the hot, hard cylinder of manflesh sliding between her lips was strangely exciting. Reverend Wilson was moaning softly and she knew it was because he liked what she was doing so she tried to take in more of the mouthfilling fleshpole.
"Glangh," Felicuty gagged when the bulbous knob bumped the entry to her throat but her attempt to back away was hindered by pressure from the man's hand. With hypno-drug induced docility the girl surrendered to his lewd demands and instinctively she began to suck.
Reverend Wilson could not have been more pleased by his success. The young girl looked incredibly salacious with her full lips stretched around his throbbing tool, her mouth hot and wet as he saliva flowed profusely and trickled in hot streams down the unenclosed length of his cock. One hand was wrapped partway around him and the fingers of the other hand were playing gently with his aching testicles. He could feel the pressure in his balls and he began to fuck the young girl's pretty mouth.
Felicity sensed that her minister was about to shoot his cream into her mouth and her belly fluttered at the thought. But she knew she had to let him do this. She had to swallow the thick cream if she was to be cleansed. She looked up trustingly at the man as his hands on her head guided her, her hot, little mouth sliding up and down over the rigid pole.
The Reverend Ebenezer Wilson was ready. He felt the tightness in his scrotum, the burning heat as his sperm began its passage through the narrow vessels that carried it to his penis. A virgin mouth was second only to a virgin cunt and he was about to empty his lust into this fourteen year old girl's virgin mouth while she innocently caressed and sucked his bursting tool.
Felicity felt the sudden expansion of the gristly tube with her fingers and her lips and she knew what was about to happen. Instinctively, despite the Reverend's command, she tried to pull her head back but his hand held her there and she remembered that she was supposed to obey. Reverend Wilson was cleansing her, blessing her with God's Seeds. She held onto the long instrument and moved her head, applying gentle suction to his hot hardness.
"Don't stop, my child. You must be cleansed. Unnhhh... take God's Seeds into your mouth my... annhh... my dear and swallow," Ebenezer groaned as he felt the release of his semen into the obedient girl's mouth. "Suck it Felicity! Don't let any of God's Seeds escape."
"Glanngh," the kneeling girl gurgled as the first viscous jet of gism blasted into her innocent, young mouth. "Glullp... Shlurrp... Glullp," she swallowed and sucked with wet, noisy gurgles and sloshes as successive spurts of her minister's semen mixed with her profusely flowing saliva. Her fingers closed more snugly on the egg-shaped reservoirs as if trying to squeeze more of the cleansing cream from them and her pink-flushed cheeks hollowed with her inexpert efforts.
The lecherous preacher felt as if his young baptismal candidate was draining every drop of lust from his body. It was pure ecstasy and even when his hands fell away from her head she remained there, sucking and swallowing while his organ slowly deflated.
"That is good, Felicity. You can stop now," and he lifted her face to look up at him. A milky film covered her red lips and as a glob of white semen escaped her loosely gaping mouth her pink tongue trapped it and drew it back in.
The naked girl sank back onto her lush haunches and looked at the drooping instrument of her cleansing. Then her hypno-drugged eyes looked up adoringly at her minister, the wonderful man who was purifying her, cleansing her of her sinful uncle's acts.
"We made good progress, my dear. You must
come back after three days and we will continue your cleansing. You must first
take a bath and be sure that you have thoroughly washed here,"
"Uh Huh," she nodded in assent.
"Remember what I told you, Felicity. I will speak a Godly phrase and you will remove your clothes and kneel over there before the cross. Now put on your clothes and meet me in the outer office.
The girl fumbled with her clothes while
"Uh... Yes Reverend Wilson. Is that all for today?" Felicity felt strange, a fuzzy taste in her mouth and a weak, languorous feeling in her body.
"Yes, my dear. You will soon be ready for baptism," the preacher said softly. He was pleased with how this one was responding so readily to his methods. The older ones always gave him some concern although none, not even the grown women, had failed to succumb to his technique.
Felicity was in a way more relaxed than she could ever remember. With a shy glance back over her shoulder she left the office and went home.