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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Chapter 21: Juicy Juveniles

Reverend Wilson's trip had been successful only in that he'd had a vasectomy. Even that hadn't been exactly what he expected because the doctor told him he should wait until he'd ejaculated at least a dozen times before he started having sex without a condom.

By the time he returned home some six days later he had met the doctor's prescribed total but mostly by masturbation. He had visited his professor friend, Dr. George Lewis, and shared the photos of the grad student, Beth sucking his cock and being long-cocked by the hugely endowed, fourteen-year-old schoolboy, Jason Jenkins. His friend was more determined now than ever to get into his lovely and sexy grad student.

Reverend Wilson's tenth ejaculation after his operation was a memorable occurrence. On his last night in the University city he stayed with Professor Lewis and his family, a rather dumpy wife, a college freshman son and a daughter who was coincidentally the same age as Leena, Wilson's own daughter.

They celebrated that evening, or at least Wilson and the senior Lewis celebrated. They were closeted in Professor Lewis's den surrounded by walls of books as they sipped a smoky, single malt whiskey and reminisced and talked about the talented Beth Safic. And about how much they wanted to spend more time with her... in her.

Wilson 's bedroom was in a wing of the rambling, old house and, as he somewhat drunkenly stumbled there at about midnight he heard a funny sound from behind a door. If he'd been sober he would have walked right by but that night, drunk and curious, he eased the door open to see what had caused the noise.

The room was dark except for the light that came through the window from a streetlight just outside. But it was enough to show him what the noise had been caused by.

Professor Lewis's eighteen-year-old son was lying naked on his back on the bed. And Professor Lewis's shapely, thirteen-year-old daughter, also naked, was seated astride her brother's hips.

"Oh God no, George!" she exclaimed. "You came inside me. I felt it! I'm never going to let you do it again without a safe"

"It was your fault, Sis. You fucked so fast when you came that I couldn't hold it. You made me go off in you!"

Wilson 's jaw dropped with astonishment at the sight of the incestuous children and his cock swelled in appreciation of the girl's ripe, young form. Accidentally he bumped the doorframe and Alison turned her head and saw him. Embarrassed at being caught peeping, the minister turned and stumbled down the hall to his room.

It was only four month's since George had overcome his kid sister's reluctance and introduced her to the carnal pleasure of simple sex unencumbered by the unnecessary baggage of love or commitment. And this suited the lovely juvenile. Now, knowing she had been caught doing what many others (including her parents) would consider very wrong and especially knowing a preacher had caught her; she mulled over briefly what she should do. Her brother's tool was rapidly deflating due mainly to the fact that he'd gone off but the softening of his tool hastened by having been caught molesting his kid sister. He was less sanguine about it that Alison was but before he could voice his concern she said, "I know what to do. I bet he's just a dirty old man even if he is a minister. He's going to be just like my math teacher, Mr. Mallory." She dismounted from her brother's body and went to the minister's bedroom.

"Did you like what you saw, Reverend?"

Wilson turned from where he stood beside his bed to see the lovely youngster walking toward him, her full, ripe breasts bobbing.

"I won't tell, Alison. But you know it's wrong... a sin. Do you want to pray with me?"

The minister's cock was making a tent of his boxer shorts and the thirteen-year-old seductress put her hand into the opening and grabbed his throbbing prick and pulled it out. Oh God, she thought. It was more than seven inches long and almost too thick for her touch her thumb and forefinger around it and hard as iron in her grip. And hot! The glans was swollen and purple and unbelievably slick to her touch. Wilson 's cock was bigger than her brother's who's was still the only cock she'd been close to. She leaned forward and kissed it.

"Alison!" he gasped.

"You like that?"

"Yeah! But you can't!"

She did it again, this time parting her lips a little and letting the tip of her little tongue work across the velvety smoothness.

"Alison... no... you shouldn't" he moaned but he put his hands on her shoulders, caressing them, then dropped lower to cup her ripe young tits.

Alison had never done this before but her brother had shown her in a book how it was done. She opened her lips, just as she read, and sucked the man's cock into her young mouth. When it hit the back of her mouth, she backed off. She gripped the shaft with one hand and began moving her mouth up and down on him, clasping him with her lips and sucking urgently. His hands went to her head and he started thrusting his hips at her -- too hard.

She jerked her head back. "Please... No! You're hurting me that way!"

Wilson shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "I'm sorry, baby, it just felt so good." He caressed her head and then put his hands on her shoulders. She took his cock back into her mouth and felt the tension in him as he fought the urge to resume fucking her face.

"Baby, you're going to make me cum in your mouth," he warned.

She pulled back, releasing his thick prick with a pop. "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, but, you know, I was thinking maybe you'd rather have me in you, or maybe you wouldn't want me to cum in your mouth."

"That's sweet, Reverend but I won't know if I like it until I try it, right?"

"You never did this before?" He sounded horrified

"You know I'm not a virgin, sir... but I never sucked a man before and I want to know what it's like." She kissed the underside of his glans. "So far, I like it!" And she started sucking again. She put her free hand between her own legs and began rubbing her pussy and clitoris. She was already close to cumming again herself, and being on her knees sucking a minister's cock was turning her on even more.

Wilson began moaning urgently. His hands tightened carefully on her shoulders. She sucked harder and rubbed her tongue on the underside of his glans.

"I'm almost there, baby!"

The barely teenager moaned around her mouthful of cock and jerked on his shaft. There was an eruption in her mouth. The man's cock swelled, lurched, and then he was shooting a powerful stream of that thick cream right into the hot suction of her mouth. Alison squeezed her pussy, jerked on his cock, swallowed and sucked in another geyser as she came again herself. She moaned and writhed while she knelt submissively and sucked and she had to swallow. She jerked back hard on his cock, toward the base, and there were a few shots of reduced volume and then some dry spasms, but there was no more cum. Wilson 's efforts to drain off his potent sperm since his operation had drained his usually sizeable testicular reservoir. Three days from now young Alison would get a larger mouthful of fluid when her big brother finally persuades her to satisfy his desire to fuck her pretty, young face.

The kneeling youngster looked up and saw the preacher staring, slack-jawed at her. As he looked down at the pretty 13-year-old face and mouth that had just drained him -- and she'd claimed it was her first time -- Wilson couldn't believe how sexy she was.

"Would you like to pray now," Wilson said softly, wondering if he could get it up and fuck her too. "We both know it's a sin but God moves in mysterious ways. Maybe He wants me to turn you from sinning with your brother?

Even though the nubile teen was tempting, Wilson got only that one blowjob from her and next day he returned home.

Wilson had not ploughed any new furrows in his church garden since his return although he'd renewed his carnal acquaintance with three of the mature women. He wanted some young stuff for a change and now he had selected a girl who was due to be christened in his own inimitable fashion. His doctor had given him a new medication that, he was told, would bring his hypnotic effect to a new and higher level.

Betsy Jenkins was Jason Jenkins kid sister. The twelve-year-old girl could not, of course, be endowed in the same way as her older brother but she was on the way to being superbly endowed with the very female asset of breasts.

The young girl was in Reverend Wilson's inner office. She had quickly downed the cola he had given her and had immediately become entranced by the diamond-studded, gold cross that her minister had dangled before her rapidly dimming gaze. Wilson had experimented by using the new potion on three of the woman he had already been with and had been pleased by the way they had reacted. Now, as soon as he spoke the trigger word, Koala, young Betsy Jenkins eyes opened and she began to undress.

Betsy was proud of her breasts and she watched her minister's face as she removed her sweater and her well-filled brassiere. Having really only developed in the past year or so, her tits were about the size of largish grapefruit, and stood out from her chest slightly uplifted. The nipples were a treat though. Large, almost half an inch across, and when stiffened as they were now, they stood out from the supple flesh of each tit almost half an inch or more as well.

Now, when Wilson eyed her tits, he gave a low whistle of appreciation, softly whispering, "Oh my, they're gorgeous. You're ready for this!" Then before she could even move or say no, he slid from his chair, knelt on the floor and leaning forward took the nipple of the youngster's right breast into his mouth. Betsy gave a little squeal in surprise, and then moaned deeply as for the first time in her young life, she felt someone sucking on her boobs. Intense, excruciating bolts of pleasure raced from her now highly charged mammaries down to her cunt and up into her mind. Instinctively, she grabbed her pastor's head and pulled his lips harder against her swollen breast.

Dimly the hypnotized youngster felt the man's warm hands slide along her thighs, and up under her skirt, his fingers finding and brushing against the crotch of her panties. She jerked as a thumb found her clitoris through the cloth, and began to work the little nib of sensitive flesh. Her mind swirled, her body started to shiver and shake, as his lips and tongue worked first one and then the other boob, and his fingers slipped under the leg of her panties and into her cuntal sheath, a thumb furiously massaging her tight clit, eliciting groans of pleasure and ecstasy from deep in her throat.

"Oh oohhh, Reverend," she moaned. Her mind was in a shambles. What was her minister doing to her! She had never felt like this before. She knew somehow that it wasn't right... that he shouldn't be doing this... but she couldn't find any way to resist. Then her mind seemed to laugh at her dilemma. Just relax and enjoy, flashed like a flickering light across her mind's eye. She tried to fight it, but the thrill was much too strong, and she let herself fall into the whirlpool of sensations.

Wilson worked on her boobs and clitoris for several minutes, slowly raising the youngster to a fever pitch of bliss. If it looked as though she was about to come, he would slow down his ministrations, and then slowly take her back up. In a wave of unadulterated lust generated by what Wilson was doing to her, Betsy moaned and gurgled out her ecstasy. She felt as if she was going to explode. It was torture, this fabulous yearning that rose until she was almost there... wherever that was... and then the letdown when Reverend Wilson's fingers moved away from her throbbing pussy.

Was she still a virgin? Wilson hoped beyond hope that she was but, developed as she was, he had his doubts. Slowly her removed the rest of her clothes and then eased the twelve-year-old girl's naked body down onto the bare floor. Then he lay on his back beside her.

As her minister manipulated her compliantly docile young body a wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her. Betsy's naked body was jerking and screaming for the release she'd been so close to but hadn't quite achieved. She acquiescently spread her short legs wide apart as the preacher rolled her on top of him, lifting her up so that she was straddling his hips. His long, hard cockshaft lay flat as she sat on it. She knew what he was going to do and in her drug-induced, hypnotic state she welcomed it.

The pretty little blonde could feel the man's hard, slick penis pressing against the fat lips of her pussy and she found that by rocking her hips she could make the shaft rub against her hairless labia and press firmly against her hard, protruding clitoris.

Reverend Wilson's big hands slipped under her and cupped Betsy's trim little bottom. The naked girl sighed as his fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy ass cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the busty pre-teen began to tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

"I'm going to put it in you, Betsy," Reverend Wilson breathed in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you. Are you afraid?" He waited for her answer. Had the new potion brought her totally under his spell?

Betsy moaned and hugged her minister tightly as he positioned her above him. She could feel his hard prick dragging across the velvet-smooth flesh of her inner thighs, leaving a wet, slick trail of lube as it blindly sought the small opening of her virgin cunt.

"Yesss, I'm scairt," the lovely little girl admitted. "Is it going to hurt me?"

Wilson chuckled a little with satisfaction and hugged her in return before he answered. "A little, baby. It'll hurt just a little at first, but afterward... after that it's going to feel good to you... heavenly good."

The twelve-year-old virgin was still afraid, but the excited little girl knew that she had to have it. Somewhere inside her there was a longing, a need to feel him up inside and no amount of fear or pain could stop her!

She didn't need to say a word; Betsy simply rolled her hips forward and pressed the swollen lips of her wet little love groove against the head of Reverend Wilson's big dong. The man gasped and groaned as the soft mouth of her juvenile cunt kissed his cock head.

"That's my baby," Reverend Wilson moaned softly. He pushed her back a little and Betsy could watch as he used one hand to center the head of his big cock under her puffy vulva. "Now go slow. Sit down on it a little at a time, honey. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to love this!"

Her insides had melted and drained away. Betsy felt light-headed and giddy as she did as she was told and lowered her trembling, naked body onto the cock. She could see everything and it added an extra sense of pleasure for the little girl to be able to see the purplish head of the penis spread the pink and white lips of her cunt apart and disappear into her tight little twat.

Betsy gasped and shivered, the naked child felt a moan of pain trying to tear its way out of her open mouth and she clenched her jaw hard to keep it inside. Little ripples of pleasure and pain met and mixed along her nervous system until Betsy wasn't certain that she could tell them apart. The firm knob of the man's big prick was fully inserted in the stretched throat of her vagina and was slowly entering her body. For the first time, Betsy fully realized what was going to happen to her, that her minister was going to put part of his body inside of hers!

A wave of panic and fear shook her and the naked little girl whimpered as she tried to pull herself off of the spear of flesh that was inching its way into her plump little belly.

"Shhh, it's going to be all right, honey," Reverend Wilson whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." His deep, gentle voice calmed her a little and the feel of his strong hands moving up and down on her back soothed the lovely youngster and she stopped struggling. "Relax, don't go tense because that will only make it harder for us," Wilson whispered.

The hypnotized, young girl tried, she really did, but the feel of the hard staff stretching and opening her uninitiated sex set off alarm bells in Betsy's mind and she had to force the muscles of her belly and the muscles between her splayed thighs to unlock.

Wilson 's fingers tightened under her and pulled the pert, high riding cheeks of the girl's bottom apart, helping make room for his hairy dong as it slowly forced its way into her. He stopped and uttered a low moan of intense satisfaction when he felt his glans butt hard against the elastic membrane that blocked Betsy's unseasoned love sheath. He paused then, determined to savor the violation of this lovely youngster to the utmost.

Betsy knew what was happening, too, the pretty little girl winced when she felt her hymen stretch and her undefiled passage instinctively clenched in a vain attempt to keep the big cock head out. They both stopped moving, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the feel of him inside of her.

The compliant youngster was sure that Reverend Wilson must have known how frightened she was because he was so gentle with her. Betsy sighed happily when the Godly man paused to suck at her swollen, sensitive breasts and lightly tickled the tightly closed opening to her anal canal.

"You'll have to help me, baby," the lecherous preacher sighed as he taught Betsy to twist her hips and make the knob of his throbbing cock turn and pull inside of her. Each time that she moved, it felt better as the elastic walls adjusted to the invasion. Betsy could feel the hard flesh of the shaft brushing lightly against her swollen lovebud and the flame of desire beat down her fears and gave her a fresh wave of courage.

"Oohhhh Sirrrr, it feels so big," Betsy moaned breathlessly and she pressed her plump body down on the man's prick. "It feels like... awwwgghh!" Betsy stopped moving and stiffened but it was already too late! The lovely little girl felt her tissue-thin membrane rip and the greasy feeling head of the prick glide into the slick, waiting grip of her virginal cunt!!

"Mmmm, you're sooooo tight and warm." Reverend Wilson moaned as he began to thrust gently at Betsy. Each time that the big cock would back off an inch then slip back she would groan but gradually the moans of pain turned to groans of pleasure and in minutes he had Betsy twisting and rolling her hips and bouncing up and down on his hard, hot prick.

"Oooooo, I... like it," Betsy panted. "It feels good, Rev'rend." Impulsively the little girl pulled his face up to hers and kissed him. This time, when

Reverend Wilson forced his tongue into her mouth, the precociously horny youngster's cunt sucked and pulled around his blood hot rammer.

"Oggghhhh... do it like that again!" Betsy's eyes and popped open and she yelped a little when the big man lifted her until only the flanged head of his cock was still in her before he relaxed and let the lovely, naked girl drop back on his cock, taking all of it in one long plunge!! "Oh... Oohhhh!!! It's going to... oohhhh... aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!"

She was cumming!

Betsy called out; her small hands clenched and dug her nails into Wilson 's shoulders while she forced her stretched, full little cunt to dance and pound against his lap. The man grinned and then gasped himself when the terrible friction of her tight little sheath seemed to suck his cum up from his balls.

"Awwwgghh... I'm cumming too, honey!" Betsy gasped then moaned when she felt a hot gush of cum fill her and soak her stinging little cunt with a thick coat of slick semen and all she could do was squeal and work faster as she tried to pump all of his hot load into herself. She knew it, she was even farther over that line of childhood and it was certain that she could never get back. She wasn't even sure she wanted to!

"OOOOOh, harder!" The lovely little blonde cooed in the panting man's ear. "Do it harder for me!!" The preacher groaned and then laughed happily when he felt her small pussy tighten around his wilting cock and fight to keep it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.

That day was an acid test of the efficacy of Wilson 's operation. He managed to remain hard just like a teenager and to fuck the lovely, busty youngster again without uncunting. And, although he flooded her sub-teen receptacle with two sizeable loads of semen there was no sperm to impregnate her and cause him problems.

Betsy, after the session, was sore and tired but also more relaxed than she usually was. Despite the way she'd acquiesced to and responded to her first ever fuck, she had no memory of it. A month later when an older boy persuaded her to yield to his blandishments and he fucked her she had honestly claimed he was her first. He didn't believe her, partly because there was no cherry but mostly because she demanded more after a too-brief (for her) romp in the hay. In fact the only thing that saved Betsy from getting a reputation was that her minister gave her more special bible lessons almost every week and after each lesson that nagging desire in her loins was sated for a while.