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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Chapter 9: Felicity Fellates

Reverend Wilson ground his belly against young Felicity's large, upthrust buttocks as he made his final short jabs into her flooded cunt. Her near-virgin tightness milked the last dribbles up into her humid depths, the viscous, sperm-laden fluid puddling and flowing into her. It was not only for sensual reasons that Wilson had chosen to have the fourteen-year-old girl kneel for her second fuck. With her hips raised high, her womb was inverted and the frantically swimming seeds would be aided by gravity in their search for an egg to fertilize. The prurient preacher already had more than a handful of children fathered in this way with innocent seekers of God's love and peace.

Leena had dragged her sister from the peephole and was looking at the obscene display barely a yard from her hot-eyed gaze. Tonight for sure she'd get Mr. Best again, she vowed. Tears coursed down her older sister's flushed cheeks as the enormity of what she'd just witnessed demolished her innocence.

"Wow! I bet he's gonna do her mouth too," Leena whispered to Priscilla as she turned away from the peephole. "I never let a guy out his cock in my mouth but Daddy sure likes to do it that way. It's OK, Sis. You can watch some more. I seen him do this stuff lotsa times."

Priscilla felt sick. Her father wasn't the wonderful man she'd thought him to be. He was a sinner. Even worse, he was a hypocrite. She rubbed her hand on her skirt as if to remove the memory of the greasy ejaculation she'd pumped from his evil penis. But prurient curiosity gripped her and she moved to place her eye at the lens.

The preacher slowly withdrew his softening tool from the hot clasp of the young girl's cunt. It was as if the fleshpole had been a bar supporting her kneeling body in an upright position. When the minister's cock was no longer connected she simply flopped over onto her side in her unconscious state.

Even though her adolescent passage had just drained his lust the sight of her pretty, full-lipped mouth only inches from his limp tool and the knowledge that he had complete power over the young beauty was enough to send the blood rushing into the flaccid tube.

Felicity regained consciousness with the feeling of something large and warm being pushed into her mouth. She tried to cry out but was only able to

utter a muffled "Mmph!" around whatever it was that was lodged between her teeth, stretching her lips taught and pressing her tongue down. She gagged and opened her eyes. As her vision slowly cleared it dawned on her that she was looking at a slightly rounded belly. Memories flooded back, and she realized it was Reverend Wilson's long, limp cock that she now followed with her eyes, the white sausage extending from the hairy nest at his groin and into her mouth.

"Awwwppp... Gawwkkk !" Felicity croaked in dismay as she tried desperately to pull her head back, but immediately realized that the Reverend had one restraining hand behind her head and one on her shoulder as she lay helplessly on her side at the edge of the big, rumpled bed. The girl's staring eyes moved up the man's naked body to lock onto his dark gaze.

Wilson smiled lecherously down at the trembling, young girl. "One more time, my dear Felicity. I have completely opened your juicy cunt and your tight asshole but the third passage has not been opened completely. Can you feel the weight of God's Seeds in your belly, my dear?"

"Mmph," the girl grunted but the hot, greasy cocktip was swelling and hardening between her lips and she couldn't answer even if she'd known what to say.

The naked girl was limp and unresisting as her minister moved her buxom body so that she was crossways on the bed with her feet against the wall. Wilson placed a large pillow under her shoulders and adjusted the wall-mounted videocam so that it was pointing right at the length of her naked, buxom body.

The preacher took his time, allowing his batteries to recharge in preparation for one more violation of the hypnotized young girl's chastity. He knelt astride her head, which because of the thick pillow under her shoulders, was tilted downwards. Their positions were ideally suited for sixty-nine but the selfish minister wanted only to savour the total submission of the young girl

Priscilla was again watching her evil father, drawn to the peephole like it was the devil's magnet. The slit of Felicity's fat, young pussy was slightly open and a dribble of creamy gism oozed from it. Looking higher, Priscilla saw the girl's large, upthrust breasts and in the valley between them she could see the underside of her chin and throat. The watching teen stifled a gasp of shock as her gaze finally took in the sight of her father's long, white penis and she realized that he was beginning to push it into the girl's mouth.

Reverend Wilson began to push forward with his hips and Felicity's eyes became ever more wide and staring as she felt the hard mass of flesh press first against the back of her soft pallet, then slip around the corner and into her throat. "Gluurgh," she gagged reflexively as the bulbous knob pushed in and she tried to push the man away.

"Relax, my child," Wilson ordered. He moved his hand from Felicity's shoulder to her throat where he pressed his thumb against her larynx. He began to massage her throat gently and through the young girl's soft skin he could feel the hard mass of his cock entering her throat. Despite his recent ejaculation he thrilled to the silky grip of the girl's gullet as it enclosed the tip of his cock.

It had taken time and practice to learn how to get into even the most innocent girl's throats but Wilson had mastered the skill. Positioning the head to give a straight line into the throat passage was the secret and now, with four inches of his cock in Felicity's mouth the Reverend slipped his fingers into her cum-flooded cuntal passage.

"Soon Felicity I will be fully inside you once more. Remember to breathe through your nose and you will be OK, my dear." A muffled, high-pitched whine sounded from the girl's nasal passages as she felt the bone-like shaft pushing into her throat.

Felicity could see only the underside of her minister's cock and the two large lust-eggs suspended in their slack-skinned pouch. Her throat muscles spasmed and contracted and her stomach heaved with her gag reflex as the preacher's prick began it's invasion.

On her back and totally dominated by her lecherous preacher, Felicity submitted slavishly to the hot spear that was entering her mouth. Inch by inch she felt the slick shaft slide past her lips until her nose was pressed into the soft, dark matt of the Reverend's pubic bush. It must be down between my breasts she thought as she whined involuntarily.

"Oohhh, my sweet child. You are a wondrous creature indeed. I am sure that you shall be a very special giver of the Lord's love at our prayer meetings."

Felicity's eyes closed and her chest and tummy heaved as her breathing reflex struggled with the throat-filling cock. Wilson smiled wickedly as he slowly pulled his long dick out enough to allow the girl to breathe through her mouth. She puffed heavily through her nose, breathing deeply around Wilson 's cock for several seconds. A tear formed in one of her big, blue eyes as the Reverend again pushed forward, sending the head of his cock deep into her throat. Wilson soon started a slow, rocking rhythm with his hips sending his long cock deep into Felicity's throat with each thrust. Felicity did her best to breathe when she had the chance, and soon the panicky feeling of being unable to get air slowly ebbed. Wilson continued to massage the young girl's throat as he fucked her sweet mouth, and the slow, steady, plunging thrusts continued.

Suddenly, after what seemed to Felicity like hours, she felt the end of the

Reverend's long cock swell even larger in her mouth. Wilson snapped his head back with a long guttural wail, "Uunnnhuunnnhhh," as at the same time, he pushed his hips forward forcefully driving his long dick deep into Felicity's throat. He probed her cum-sodden pussy with three fingers while his other hand mauled her pneumatic titflesh. Incited by the lovely girl's helpless acquiescence he felt as if he hadn't gone off for days. Felicity uttered a choking groan and her lips worked mindlessly on the root of the man's deeply buried cock as it jumped within her gagging gullet and her minister's lewd gusher was released.

Felicity began to struggle violently as the hot cum began pumping down her spasming throat. Wilson had to use all of his strength to restrain the young girl as his big balls pulsed load after load of sticky semen down into Felicity's tummy.

"Yess, my child. And you shall be filled, saith the Lord." Wilson could feel the muscles in young Felicity's throat work around his pulsing prick as she swallowed the copious amounts of fluid steadily flowing into her. Soon the flow diminished and with a wet sucking sound, the Reverend Wilson extracted his cock from her mouth, leaving Felicity to gag and choke for several minutes on the residue of his passion.

The Reverend smiled as he surveyed his work. A line of sticky, white cum flowed out of the sweet girl's mouth and down one cheek. Felicity closed her eyes, then moaning softly she rolled over onto her side and lay there weak and spent. Wilson reached quickly between her limp thighs and slipped a finger between Felicity's pussy lips then up into her vagina. He fucked his finger slowly in and out of her several times before he withdrew and began to rub Felicity's cum soaked, young pussy, his juices mixed with hers oozing slowly from all of her openings.

"You are indeed now filled with God's Seeds, my child," Wilson murmured softly to the spent young girl. "I'm happy that I was able to help you, Felicity, and whenever you need help again, I'll be there for you."

"Wow! I never seen him go all the way into a girl's mouth before. But she sure took it OK." Leena definitely had some of her father's genes for she was unmoved by the lewdness and hypocrisy of what she'd observed. Her sister on the other hand was distraught but of course she did not have any if the good reverend's genes, either.

While Reverend Wilson was emptying his semen into Felicity's gullet, Beth Safic sat inside the church in the back pew. The taxi driver who'd dropped her off there said that Reverend Wilson was always in his office in late afternoon so she'd let him go back to Middleville. She'd entered the church and spotted the little corridor off to her right. She checked it out and found the minister's office but the door was closed and locked. With no other apparent alternative, she'd sat in the pew.

The pretty, young woman read over the letter she held in her hand. It said:

Dear Reverend Wilson,

The bearer of this letter, Elizabeth Safic, is a graduate of our Alma Mater with a teaching degree. She is scheduled to teach at your neighboring town, Middleville, next year. This year she is working on her Master of Arts degree and her thesis is "The Evangelical Church in Rural America".

I am hoping that you will be able to assist Ms. Safic by showing her how your church fits into the community of Dorset.

Yours sincerely,

George Lewis PhD

The graduate student had another letter addressed to Reverend Wilson also but it was in a sealed envelope. She wondered what Dr. Lewis wrote in it. She wondered also about what she'd let herself in for. She hadn't even made arrangements for a hotel and it didn't look like this little country village had even a Bed & Breakfast, let alone a hotel.

The sun was low in the sky and very little light was entering the church through the fake, stained glass windows. Beth heard a sound behind her, to her right, and she turned to investigate.

Priscilla could hardly see as she stumbled out of the narrow corridor into the hallway by her father's office because her eyes were flooded with tears. They were multi-purpose tear, tears of anger, sadness, and disillusionment and, most importantly, tears of fear. What she had just witnessed had a profound effect on the ingenuous sixteen-year-old girl. Her younger sister, accustomed to their father's dalliances, was more aroused than upset. Then she saw the woman sitting at the back of the church.

"Hi. Are you here to see Daddy... Reverend Wilson?"

"Yes I am. Do you know when he'll be back?" Beth studied the two girls, noting that the bigger one was silent and looking at the floor.

"Hee Hee. He's there now... in his office... but he's been busy. He's getting Felicity ready to get married. Hee Hee."

Beth wondered why the girl was giggling and at the same time she saw the other girl's shoulders shake in what looked like a dry sob. What kind of marriage preparation would the minister do and where had the girls been?

"Do you think he'll be much longer?"

"No, I don't think so. You can go in soon as Felicity leaves."

The girls left and Beth continued waiting, looking down the hallway towards the minister's office door. Finally it opened and another girl appeared.

Felicity knew subconsciously all too well just how much "help" the Reverend had been. The unprincipled preacher was leaving her with an imbedded, hypnotic trigger as well as a few deep, subliminal suggestions. After her marriage, whenever she had sexual intercourse with her husband she would imagine that he was Reverend Wilson. And a simple 'trigger phrase' from the minister during a sermon would bring her to his office to be his sex toy. Now, as she left his office, her thoughts were programmed to be about only her soon-to-be coupling with Mr. Hansen.

Beth's first thought when she saw the girl exit the minister's office was 'my God. She looks drunk.' And then she noted how the girl walked, her stout legs separated as if something was between them, her hips thrust forward in a tight-assed way. The observant woman was experienced enough that she had no doubt she was looking at a girl who had just been fucked. The buxom girl looked unseeingly at Beth, her eyes blank and her pretty mouth slack and the woman wondered what kind of marriage preparation had just taken place in the office. Well, Reverend Wilson must be alone now. She waited until the girl had left the church and then, with her letter of introduction in her hand, she knocked on the office door.