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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
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When little Leena walked, or more accurately, waddled back to her room after her schoolteacher, Mr. Best had fucked her to her first ever cock-made orgasm she was fatigued. Her twelve-year-old body ached from the expansion of her juvenile twat and she felt lethargic and satisfied.
Her sister, Priscilla, had none of the same feelings. She didn't comprehend what she'd observed. Living on the prairies with her grandparents and schooled at home she knew essentially nothing about sex. They had not even had any animals other than a few chickens and a milk cow that might have naturally demonstrated the act. Her brief glimpse of the thick, white object projecting out from the schoolteacher's groin was her first and only look at a man's penis.
When Priscilla entered puberty at age eleven, had her first period and experienced the initial development of her now humungous breasts her shy questions had been unanswered. Body hair under her arms and on her fat pussy followed and now she was a fully matured (in body, anyway) female. But the sixteen year old girl was completely innocent and naïve.
The strange stirrings that Priscilla felt in her belly when she'd watched her kid sister being fucked by their teacher were almost completely new to her. The only thing similar she'd ever felt was sometimes when she was riding her bike. She hadn't understood that either but in the last three years on the farm she had ridden her bike at every opportunity. She'd even had a few micro-orgasms in the process but that had only served to further arouse a weird and wonderful hunger in her innocent loins.
Priscilla undressed, put on her modest nightgown and got into bed. Her hand immediately returned to the warm softness between her legs and she shuddered as her fingers probed the pulpy, hair-wreathed lips. Years ago her Gramma had told her she shouldn't touch herself there but she hadn't explained why except that it was a sin. Tonight though, after what she'd seen, she guiltily ignored what she'd been told. The naïve teen didn't understand the oily wetness but she associated it with bike riding and as her fingers moved over her bulging sex, she found something hard, something that sent a jolt of sensation surging through her lower body.
Bob Best was worried. Even though Leena had said there was nothing to worry about, he was concerned. What if Priscilla told her parents what she'd seen? He lay on his bed, his hand gently feeling his deflated tool. It was tender to the touch. Little Leena hadn't been a virgin but her twelve year old passage had that wonderful tightness of a pre-teen pussy and, despite the ample lubrication, the friction from the narrow enclosure had left his thick cock pleasantly raw.
Leena had never felt as sexually satisfied as she now was but despite what she'd said to Mr. Best, she was also a bit worried about what her sister might do. After a few minutes she rose and went down the hall to her sister's room.
"Well, Sis... what did you think?"
"Uh... think? Like, how Leena?" Priscilla had difficulty answering because her agile fingers were making her short of breath and a delicious warmth was spreading over her whole lower body.
"Like, seeing Mr. Best making love to me. Didja ever do it with a man?"
"Uh... like... no. I've never done anything like you were doing. What was it? How?"
"Silly. Ain't you never done it even with a boy?" Was Priscilla going to be like Eloise and deny it ever happened?
"I? I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, Leena. I thought he was hurting you. Was he?"
"Nah... 'Cept a bit at first. But it was a good hurt. He's bigger'n the boys who done me before." Leena didn't really know her older sister. They had been living together for only a few months and Priscilla's natural shyness and timidity had discouraged a closer relationship. The younger girl suddenly realized that her sister was truly ignorant about lovemaking but before she could say more Priscilla reconfirmed her naiveté.
"There are some boys who are bigger," and she spoke the names of two of the older boys who were taller and heavier than their teacher.
"Hee Hee. I didn't mean big like that, silly. I meant big like... a big cock. And Mr. Best's is a lot bigger around than Elvin's or Jeremy's. He made me... like... I never felt anything so good! Don't you know nothin'?"
"But Leena?
Isn't it? Like? A sin? Like, isn't what you did the
bad stuff that Daddy preaches about? Scarlet women and
"Yeah... sorta. But, like, Daddy preaches about it but he don't really mean it. Like, he does it too. I mean, not just when he made us... you and me... with our mother. I seen him doin' it with a lot of women... and girls. It's OK to do it just so long as you don't let people know."
Priscilla wasn't sure she believed her sister but she was so embarrassed by her ignorance she didn't contradict her. "Will you tell me? Like, how he made you feel so good?" Was it like she was feeling now, she wondered?
During the next five minutes Leena gave her sister a graphic description of fucking although words failed her when she tried to describe orgasm. The listening neophyte tried to imagine everything that her sister told her, her imagination enhanced by the feelings from her fingers. It might have progressed to an even more interesting experience but just as Leena was trying to describe her climax they heard the sounds of their parents returning from church.
Despite his amoral nature, Ebenezer Wilson had never had incestuous thoughts about his shapely, young daughter, Leena. The same was not proving to be the case with her older sister, Priscilla. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen much of his sixteen-year-old daughter as a child nor seen her going through puberty so when she had reappeared on the scene she was a buxom, supremely desirable young lady rather than a daughter. Although he fought the incestuous urge, his daughter's long legs and mammoth breasts were eroding whatever moral constraints he had. Had he known that Priscilla was not his biological daughter he would have likely taken his revenge on his faithless spouse through her. But he didn't know so he was left to wrestle with his conscience.
Priscilla was experiencing a somewhat similar turmoil although she was not cognizant of it. During the few months since she had returned to live with her family she had developed a good, old-fashioned 'crush' on her father. It was not a sexual one or at least not sexual in a way that she could have recognized. She idolized him. And her sister's assertion that he committed sin like she had with the schoolteacher was totally unbelievable.
"When will I get married,
Father?" Priscilla had screwed up her courage. She had to find out
more about what she'd seen last night. She was sure that what Leena had done was a sin. Her grandmother had never told
her anything about sex except that she warned Priscilla about men who would try
to make her sin, to cleave to them before marriage. The girl didn't know what
cleave meant but she suspected that Leena had cleaved
to Mr. Best. Her grandmother also spoke of the sins of
Reverend Wilson looked up in surprise from the bible he was reading at the breakfast table. "Uh? I can't answer that, Priscilla. Why? Have you found the man you want for a husband?
"Oh no, Father. Not that. It's just... like... Gramma said I had to be careful around men. But she didn't say why. And I don't know how I should act if a man wanted to marry me." The girl slumped down in her chair; exhausted from the effort it had taken to ask her father about marriage.
If Ebenezer had been fighting temptation before, now he was locked in a death struggle with his conscience. And his conscience was coming out second best. "Well Priscilla, I guess it's a good thing you asked me. Most girls go through indoctrination when they are baptized. You were away when that should have happened. Come to my office this afternoon after school and I will talk to you about marriage and related matters.
The prurient preacher continued his internal struggle all that day. He couldn't put her through the complete baptismal program. She was his daughter and it would not be right. But he could teach her to distinguish between right and wrong. He could protect her from sexual predators who would want to defile her. But, despite his determination not to commit incest his sexual appendage was in a state of semi-erection all day.
"When you are married, my dear, your husband will expect you to join with him in a very physical way. Do you know anything about a man's body?"
"No Father. I guess not?"
Reverend Wilson went through the 'birds and bees' routine for his ripe but ignorant daughter. His carefully chosen words and the gentle way he delivered them achieved two things. His daughter gained knowledge and her love for her father grew greatly.
"Are you going to? Like? Do what my husband will? Are you going to teach me how?"
The girl's ingenuous question almost demolished the preacher's will to preserve her chastity. "No Priscilla. That would be a serious sin called incest. A parent is not supposed to cleave to his or her child." Oh God! He wished he could change Felicity's schedule so he could see her today. But maybe there was a way that wasn't incest.
"But Father? How will I know how to please my husband? And God?"
"Come with me Priscilla. There is something you... we can do. Has another person looked at your naked body?"
"Oh no, Father. Except Leena. She saw some of me after she..." and the girl didn't finish her sentence. Definitely what Leena and Mr. Best did was wrong and a sin.
"Only your husband should see you but today you can undress before me. And I will show you a man's special gift for a woman."
Shyly but trustingly Priscilla took off her clothes while her father removed his pants. "Close you eyes, Priscilla. I'm going to lie on the bed and guide you there beside me."
The sixteen-year-old girl kept her eyes tightly closed while her father led her over to the bed and pushed her down to a sitting position. She got a warm pleasure from the way his hands played with her breasts and she opened her thighs willingly in response to his urging.
"We must pray for guidance, my dear,"
and
"You can open your eyes now, my dear."
"OH! Oh Father!" the girl exclaimed when she saw the seven inch projection sticking up from her father's groin."
"That's my penis, Priscilla. And when you
marry your husband will put his penis in here."
"But? How? It looks too big?"
"You're bigger there than you know, my dear. Someday babies will come out of there. Your husband will put his penis in you and then he will pump seeds into you to make a baby."
"Oh." Priscilla wasn't sure what to say.
"Some men want to put their penises here and
here," and Ebenezer indicated the girl's mouth and ass. "You must
never allow that. That is what Lot's family escaped from when they left
The innocent sixteen-year-old girl was in a state of information overload. First the sight of her father's penis, which looked to her innocent, eyes much larger than Mr. Best's. She'd seen that the teacher had put himself inside her sister, just like her father was describing. Had Mr. Best and Leena made a baby? She didn't dare ask because she knew now, for sure, that what they had done was a sin. And his penis looked huge, then the warning about all the places men wanted to put it and finally the whole idea of baby making. She let the preacher take her hand and place it on the upthrust fleshpole.
"OH! Oh, did I hurt you," Priscilla gasped when the hard staff jumped at her touch and her father uttered a soft groan of pleasure.
"No, my dear. Far from it. Use both hands, Priscilla... yes... stroke them up and down... that's the way."
Happy that she was pleasing her father the naked teen followed his instructions. She felt the smooth, tautly stretched skin with the tips of her fingers, marveling at its heat and hardness. Then a clear liquid welled up from the little slit in the tip of his penis to be followed by a veritable flood that streamed out and down to wet her hands.
"Is that? Like? The stuff that makes babies?"
"No Priscilla. That's not my sperm. Do you mind doing this for me?"
"No. Oh no, Father. I like pleasing you. Am I doing it right?"
"Oh yes, my dear. Oh yes. Wrap your hands right around me."
Priscilla was now totally engrossed with pleasing her father. Her hands slid easily up and down the thickly veined shaft, now wet and slick with the flowing pre-cum. She could see a dreamy expression in his eyes and his face was a study in pre-orgasmic bliss although the ingenuous teen had no way of knowing that. All she knew was that it was her actions that were making her father happy and she was filled with a love for him greater than ever before.
"Why can't we... like... be married?" The thought of being joined to this wonderful man of God gave her a warm, blissful feeling. She opened her legs wider as his fingers probed and teased her sensitive cuntflesh.
"We can't, my dear. It's against God's Rules. Even this is sinful but God will forgive us because we can't make a baby."
"Priscilla... Priscilla," the man rasped and his hands went to her shoulders as his eyes rolled shut.
The inexperienced girl was frightened for a moment. Was her father having a heart attack? Should she stop? But then his hands were moving frantically on her breasts and between her legs, tugging and mauling her mammoth titbags, digging into the sloppy flesh-pudding between her thighs and she knew she should continue. Her gaze was fixed on the tiny, slitted opening in the bulbous, purple knob. She saw a bubble, a white, creamy bubble appear and then it was followed by a small, milky rivulet that overflowed. And then the hard staff jumped in her hands, the man uttered a loud groan and there was a big, upward surge of his hips as he fucked up into her clasping hands. A thick streak of gism leaped into the air and splattered hotly and wetly on her enormous breasts.
"Don't stop... do it... stroke me," the preacher grunted as the pleasure-pain of orgasm washed over him. For the briefest moment he regretted not taking advantage of his voluptuous daughter but, as his lust ebbed in successive, viscous jets, he knew he did the right thing.
As the girl saw her father's face torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain she paused. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Priscilla had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around the minister's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.
The unprincipled preacher lay there, his lust suppressed for the moment by his daughter's trusting ministrations. God, he had to find a husband for her. The temptation to commit incest... real incest... would be too great. And he sensed also that his daughter, innocent though she doubtless was, was hot-blooded and would stray into sinful actions of her didn't find her a husband.
Priscilla meanwhile was in her own private cell. The sticky, slimy strings of his semen were on her fingers and she shuddered a little, fascinated. How did this greasy, viscous stuff make a baby? As she made a few final strokes on her father's softening cock he took his hands from her body and she was left with a yearning, an ache in her virgin belly.
"Thank you Priscilla. That made me feel
wonderful,"
"No, Father. I'm glad I made you happy. And thank you for explaining about... you know... what husbands and wives do." She was certain now that Leena had lied to her. What her young sister and Mr. Best had done was a sin. And there was no way that their father would commit such a sin. Leena had definitely told a big lie to make what she'd done sound better.
"Were you ever married, Bob... You don't mind if I call you Bob, do you?"
"Not at all, Reverend Wilson." The man's question sent a pang of alarm through the randy teacher. It was three days since he'd fucked the underaged sexpot, three days of nervous apprehension. Had Leena or Priscilla said something to make their father suspicious? "And, no, I've never been married."
"Must be difficult for you? I mean... with those lovely schoolgirls around all day? Have you ever? I mean... like... you know?"
"Of course not, Reverend. I guess I'm in a position similar to yours as far as the girls are concerned. I don't think of them as young women, only children wanting to be taught." I wonder if what Leena said is true? Maybe he is like me, only not in the bullshit way I just described.
"Yeah... I suppose so, Bob." He had to find a man for Priscilla before she got in trouble... or he lost control and took advantage of her. Thank God the day after tomorrow was Felicity's next session.
"By the way, Bob, there's something you can do for me tomorrow," Ebenezer Wilson said to the nervous schoolteacher.
"Sure Reverend Wilson. How can I help you?"
"I'm giving instruction... religious instruction... to Felicity Tanner. Will you ask her to come by my office before school on Friday?"
Today, as his sexual battery regained full charge, the preacher had decided that Felicity's final session would be somewhat different than he had originally planned. He wanted to preserve her total domination on film or, more accurately, on video. If she was following his instructions, and he was sure she was, she would be well juiced from her morning masturbation and that would facilitate another preparatory step.