Chapter 10: Romantic Reverie

Reverend Ebenezer Wilson read the official letter and looked at the pretty, young woman who was seated on the opposite side of his desk.

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

Wilson said nothing as he opened the other letter that, unlike the official one, was in a sealed envelope.

Dear Eb,

Greetings from the halls of Academe. Been a long time but I kept track of your whereabouts and now I'm asking a favor of you.

The young lady who brought this letter is one of the brightest grad students I've had and, as you can see, she's easy on the eyes. She just needs a few weeks doing research and I think Dorset is a great location for it, so please help.

I expect that you've changed your ways since you got into the preaching business but even if you haven't, this one is not for you. I've tried my damndest but didn't even get a feel so I'm sure a country preacher is not going to succeed where I couldn't.

Please write and tell me how it goes,

Your old college buddy,
George

Not much in the tit department, Wilson mused and after going off twice in the lovely, young Felicity he wasn't in the mood anyway. Damn. That girl's throat did a great job. Wonder how this one wraps her lips around a cock?

Beth shifted uneasily on the hard chair. The minister wasn't bad looking for an older man. But his eyes. When he looked at her they sent a shiver down her spine. Like a hunting cat. A predator. And he was, she was sure. Those eyes reminded her of Brad's, her older brother's best friend, the one who'd seduced her when she was only fourteen. The way that young girl walked meant only one thing. The preacher had fucked her. Had she liked it?

Beth had been a fourteen-year-old virgin when her older brother's friend had noticed that she was pretty and, more importantly, all alone with him in her family's basement recreation room. Brad was almost twenty and was very experienced for his age. Like Reverend Wilson, he was a predatory male who believed that 'if they're big enough, they're old enough'. Only he used to say, 'if they're old enough to bleed, they're old enough to butcher.' At fourteen Beth qualified under either criterion.

Virgin though she was, Beth was not exactly innocent. She'd already had some delightful experiences with her friends; other girls who, like her, were feeling the rush of newly released hormones. She was, in fact, becoming a bit afraid that she was lesbian and that perhaps made her an easier target that she otherwise might have been.

Brad was big, good-looking and with females, completely amoral. Young Beth was a slender, athletic girl and as soon as he realized they would be alone together until her brother, his friend, returned in three hours time, he decided to have her.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nobody special. How about you... I mean, girlfriend."

"I was hoping you'd be my girlfriend." Brad's smile was cute and even though he was obviously kidding her, Beth got a warm rush, flattered that this big, older guy would even joke about it.

"Hee Hee," she giggled and then she blushed, embarrassed by her little-girl response to the man's flattery. And then he was standing right in front of her, his arms around her, pulling her firmly against his body.

With his arms around her, Brad wrestled her over to the sofa although wrestled is too strong a term since Beth was so surprised and confused by his actions that she didn't really struggle. And then his mouth was on hers.

She'd tongue kissed before, with girls. This was different. The man was rough and forceful as he forced her lips and teeth apart with his tongue and all the while his hands were all over her. She wanted to protest but he was so strong, so dominant, that she just submitted to his assault.

Brad hadn't planned this in advance. Beth was just a fourteen-year-old girl, his best friend's sister. But damn, she was cute. He wormed his hand between her jean-clad thighs and began a slow massage of her pussy.

Although he didn't know it, his progressively intimate assault was bearing fruit. Beth had a warm glow in her belly. Was Brad going to fuck her? She had mixed emotions about that. She never admitted to her friends that she was still virgin and even though they claimed not to be, she wasn't sure if they were telling the truth. The girl's mind was in turmoil but the feel of the boy's, no, man's hand on her was exciting.

Aroused by Brad's caresses, Beth arched her hips and as she pushed her hips upward, he became bolder, and slipped his hand lower until it was well settled between her thighs, and he could feel the dampness and heat from her pussy. Finding that her jeans were inhibiting his ability to really do very much, he moved his hand and started to push her jeans lower on her thighs.

Brad couldn't believe how easily he was making it with this youngster. He had his hand on the hot swell of flesh between her thighs and he pushed her blouse up to get at her breasts. Her bra was too big for her modest development and he slid it up to bare the hard-nippled mounds to his kiss.

Beth wanted to protest, but the feel of his mouth on her breast was more important, so she lifted her hips, and allowed Brad to push her jeans down until they were all the way off her legs, and she was laying with her torso fully exposed, and the lower part of her body only covered by her panties. As he moved his hand aimlessly over her torso, and lower over her legs, she began to move and pant in earnest. She felt Brad place his hand over her pussy and begin a slow, rhythmic massage.

Frightened at this new liberty he was taking, she clamped her thighs together and protested, "No, Brad. Not there, please. I'm scared. Oh... it feels... it feels... so-o-o-o good. Oh... oh... oh... please... stop." Maybe, sub-consciously, Beth knew that her panting protest was really an invitation to continue because the spreading dampness and the grasping of her pussy told her that she really didn't want him to stop. Brad was able to insinuate a finger so that it was massaging her crack, and as he pushed against her clit with his finger, a mini-orgasm flashed through her, and in reaction she spread her thighs apart.

Brad was now able to massage the length of her crack, from the clit all the way down to her virgin hole. As he moved his finger between the lips of her pussy, Beth began a slow pumping of her hips in rhythm. Her breath was now escaping in panting grunts as she felt herself being taken higher and higher towards the release of orgasm.

Suddenly Brad ceased his massage and moved his hand up to massage her belly. With each touch, her belly gave a spasmodic jerk, and her pussy clamped tight on itself as if her whole lower body was inviting him to enter.

Beth was close to sensory overload. All of her senses were tuned to every little nuance, and she was aware that everything was adding to her arousal. The sound of her panting moans and Brad's murmurs of love, the feel of his mouth and lips on her breast, the delicious massaging of his hand on her crotch, and finally the musky smell that was emanating upward from her pussy all served to excite her more.

Raising her head and looking down at her body, she was frightened by the almost involuntary reactions that she saw. Her nipples were so erect that they seemed to be almost bigger than her breasts.

The massaging and teasing of her sensitive cuntflesh caused Beth's hips to jerk and move uncontrollably. Although she really didn't want him to go further, the jerking and dancing of her body that his touch caused was too insistent. Without really being aware of what it was she was doing, Beth pushed his hand firmly against her pussy and placing her hand over his, held it there.

Pumping her hips madly and clutching Brad's hand to her aroused pussy, Beth crashed towards climax. Her pussy was pumping, and the opening and closing of her hole as if it was trying to draw something inside was the final push that she need to climax.

"Brad... love me,... oh... oh... oh... ah-h-h-h... Yessss... that's right... yes... please... love me. Oh,... what are you doing to me? Oh, oh,... please... I... can't... breathe... Oh,... yes... Brad, now. Hold me,... oh... harder... There... now,... please... now. Uh... uh... uh... oh-h-h-h... ye-e-e-e-s-s-s-s."

Keeping one hand on the young girl's pussy, Brad stripped off his pants and undershorts and then dragged her off the sofa to the carpeted floor. She might be jailbait but she was definitely a hot, little bitch and he was going to have her.

Young Beth knew what her brother's friend was doing. And she guessed what he planned to do. Her legs flopped open limply as he peeled her panties off and then he was dragging her nearly nude body over his.

The fourteen-year-old girl was ready. She wanted the older guy to fuck her. He'd know how, she was sure. She sat up astride his naked hips and taking both hands moved his cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of her never used tunnel of delight. She moved down on his cock, never breaking her eye contact. She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing her thoughts on how the penetration of her brother's friend's cock into her innermost recesses would feel. Did he guess that she was cherry? Would it hurt? Did he care?

Beth had to break eye contact so she could see what she was doing as she cautiously lowered her pelvis onto the man's long, thick organ. The soft, slippery lips of her adolescent twat spread to engulf the purple knob. She took an inch into her and then stopped. It didn't hurt. She felt pressure as her never-fucked passage was expanded by the man's tool and then a brief twinge, as if she'd pulled a muscle in the space between her opened thighs. Had he broken her cherry?

Brad could feel the tightness of the young girl's pussy around the head of his cock. It was hot, wet, and glove-tight. For a moment there was resistance, a fleeting hindrance to penetration but after a few seconds the young girl moved down even more, engulfing almost half of his eight cock inches. "Ummm!," was the only sound she made. Once more she was staring into his eyes, as if seeking a reflection of what was going on at the juncture of their bodies. After a few more seconds pause, Beth sat down fully on his cock.