Chapter 11: Ploughing Priscilla

At dinner that evening at Reverend Wilson's house there were many unspoken thoughts. This was not completely unusual except for the fact that everyone at the table except for Mrs. Wilson had similar thoughts, or at least the subjects of their thoughts were similar. This made the dinner conversation somewhat strained since the thoughts, speaking generically, were of sex.

Reverend Wilson was watching the visitor, Beth Safic, very closely and planning his words carefully. Even though young Felicity had thoroughly drained him that afternoon he still felt the tingle of a swelling erection as he looked at the pretty, young woman and pictured those red lips wrapped around his tool. He chuckled inwardly as he thought of his old buddy George's reaction when he received photos of the unattainable grad student being fucked and sucking the cock of an old preacher. And Wilson had no doubt that he'd achieve what he so lewdly desired.

Beth herself was still thinking of what she'd observed. First there'd been the sight of an obviously well fucked young girl waddling out of the minister's office. And then it was the two girls now at the table with her who had perhaps observed the preacher's perfidy. But also she was glancing sideways at the handsome teacher and noting the way that little Leena looked at him. God. If the girl weren't so young Beth would have thought that the teacher had been screwing her. But she was only twelve. He wouldn't have done it, she was sure. Or would he?

Little Leena was thinking about Mr. Best. A precociously mature hunger gnawed at her juvenile loins and she knew how to feed it. But her plans for the evening were dashed when she heard the teacher say that he had to go back to school to do some work there. Then Leena began to study the new arrival, the woman who was going to share her bed tonight. Was she going to go after Mr. Best? She sure was looking at him a lot. Maybe they could both peek through the hole at him? She smiled at the thought.

But the most confused and disturbed person at the dinner table was sixteen-year-old Priscilla. The only virgin at the table was consumed by conflicting feelings and emotions. Looking at her father she saw a collage of mental pictures, his big staff in her hand and erupting with its flood of semen, that same gristly pole disappearing into Felicity's body, sodomizing her bottom, penetrating her private shrine, filling her mouth. Her father said it was a sin, but was it? He'd done it to Felicity. And Mr. Best did it to Leena. And that image of the thick pole that had filled her little sister, joined the others and her belly churned with the nausea of sexual frustration.

Tonight was Prayer Meeting night and Reverend Wilson was primed to give a resounding hellfire and brimstone sermon with an eye to setting up the visiting college girl. Beth willingly accepted the invitation to attend. It would add to her dissertation, she was sure. The teacher couldn't attend, he said, because of the work he had to do at school and Priscilla begged off because she felt sick.

As soon as she had the house to herself, Priscilla undressed and went to the bathroom to shower. She felt dirty from what she'd seen her father do to young Felicity and felt wicked and sinful from the evil feelings and thoughts the scene had evoked in her innocent mind.

The warmth of the shower seemed to relax her as she lathered her firm, young body, caressing her large breasts and her sloping flanks. As her hands made their way below her large, jutting tit-melons to her belly her fingers tangled in her forest of pubic hair. Unlike little Leena, whose cunthair was just beginning to grow or Beth who kept her rather sparse growth neatly trimmed, Priscilla was unschooled in that aspect (along with many other aspects) of feminine presentation. Beginning just below her navel was a black, furry diamond. The outer points of the hirsute diamond extended as far as the crease where thighs met hips and the bottom point disappeared into the dark valley between her full, round thighs.

The busty virgin soaped her lower belly and worked up a thick lather in her coarse, curly bush. She leaned back against the shower wall as, with both hands she stroked and massaged and shampooed her fluffy forest. Her fingers strayed ever lower until they were sliding along and between the puffy softness of her hair-wreathed labia. This was wrong, she knew and as a strange heat glowed in her innocent loins she tore her hands away and turned the shower to a cooler temperature.

Bob's schoolwork had been merely a subterfuge so he could escape Prayer Meeting without offending Reverend Wilson. He stayed there only long enough to be sure that the others had left before he returned to the house. The teacher was surprised when, as he climbed the stairs to his room, he saw that the bathroom light was on, the door was partly closed and he heard the shower running. Probably the grad student, he surmised. Damn. Maybe if he could get a piece of that he wouldn't be so tempted by the jailbait that surrounded him.

Believing that she was alone in the house Priscilla opened the bathroom door wide to help the steam from the shower dissipate. She toweled herself dry, standing in front of the full-length mirror on the wall and shyly evaluating her physical attributes.

Bob Best came quietly out of his room. Maybe he could pretend it was an accident if he went into the bathroom while Ms. Safic was there? Wearing only his bathrobe, he walked on tiptoes down the hall, glancing to his left in case she had already returned to her room and then he looked up.

My God! The schoolteacher barely stifled his gasp of surprise and admiration. Priscilla was standing with her back to him but he could see the reflection of her front in the mirror. God, she was lovely. Her dark hair, still wet from the shower, trailed down over her shoulders and his hot gaze traversed down over the gentle curve of her swarthy hued back to the symmetric swell of her buttocks and her long, somewhat heavy legs.

Looking then over her shoulder he felt a huge surge of mindless lust as he viewed her magnificent breasts. Bob didn't class himself exactly as a tit-man. As long as the girl had a shapely ass and her legs weren't skinny he liked them all. But this one was superb. He'd known she was well endowed but how much so he hadn't realized. Her breasts truly were melons, two slightly elongated hemispheres that jutted out from her chest and jiggled softly as her hands played with the dark, hairy forest that covered her pelvic area.

It was more than he could stand. The sight of this lush-bodied girl standing there naked and vulnerable would have tempted a Saint and Bob Best was certainly not a Saint. Just as the girl looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror he closed the gap between them, his robe falling open as he pressed close to the girl's warm, naked body.

"Oh Mr. Best! Oh No?" Priscilla cried out in alarm as she felt her teacher's hairy chest on her back and his hands cupping her breasts. She was frightened and embarrassed and ashamed all at the same time. And, even before his hands began to play with her breasts, she felt something hot and hard pushing against her bottom and she knew what it was,

Bob ran his hands over the girl's marvelous breasts, enjoying the firm resilience of her flesh. He squeezed and pinched them gently, filling his hands with their heavy fleshiness and hefting then. Her nipples had popped out like large caliber bullets from the large, pebbled areola and she twisted and writhed against him, moaning and whimpering, straining against the hugging clasp of his arms. But not very hard.

The naïve girl was in a state of torment and confusion. When her teacher squeezed her breasts with his big hands, and when she felt his fingers twisting her tender nipples, strange new feelings shot through her body. At first she just wanted him to stop, but then he turned her so that she was facing him and his head dropped down to her breasts. "OH NO! NOOOO!" she cried out in panic when she felt his mouth sucking on her bare nipples while his tongue circled their tips, and the fire in her belly became a frightening inferno. The sensations deep in her pussy caused her to squirm and press her thighs together.

From the way the girl trembled and squirmed, moving around in his arms but not really trying to escape, Bob knew she was beginning to like what he was doing to her breasts. He slid one hand down from her marvelous boobs until his fingers were tangling in the wiry hair that covered her lower belly. He slid the hand slowly lower until he was rubbing her hair-padded mound. His intimate caresses increased the sensuous feelings surging through Priscilla's pussy and she could not resist the urge to relax her legs, giving the marauding schoolteacher more access to her most intimate areas. Feeling the girl's resistance relax, Bob knew this lovely, young innocent was getting turned on, and he slid his fingers between her thighs and pressed between her cuntlips, rubbing them over her clitoris until he felt the girl responding to the exciting sensations by forcing her pussy down into his hand. He pushed his erectly throbbing tool into the valley between her lush asscheeks and pulled her closer.

Tears welled up in Priscilla's eyes, overflowed and trickled down her flushed cheeks. "Please Sir... please," she moaned as his cunt-teasing fingers and breast-mauling hand sent hot sensations surging through her inexperienced, young body. "Noooo... Nooooo," she whined, feeling the hot, hard object pushing at her bottom but she was powerless to do more than utter her ineffective, vocal protest.

Shrugging his robe from his shoulders, Bob turned the girl to face him and lowered his face to her lovely, large breasts. He buried his face between her soft breast mounds, enjoying the feel of her soft, hot flesh on his face. With one hand still fingering her slippery, wet vulva, he sucked as much of her breast as he could into his mouth and held it there. The skin was stretched tight, pressing against the hard ridge of his teeth. He ran his tongue around the rigid nipple, teasing it mercilessly. And then he was dropping to his knees, drawing her unresisting body with him and easily arranging her lush, naked body flat on her back on the hard, tiled floor.

Her vision blurred by tears, Priscilla could see one large nipple standing out stiff and hard in the center of her breast and feel the frightening sensations from the man's plundering mouth. She felt a strange new sensation also, a kind of warm, itchy feeling between her legs. The girl squirmed and rubbed her soft thighs together, which forced her teacher's hand more firmly against her innocently throbbing cuntflesh. Priscilla was in a daze. Her breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The blood pounded in her ears. Her mouth hung open, her lips were dry. Her mind was centered on her right breast and nothing else in the world mattered, just her aching, quivering breast, and her teacher's hot, questing mouth.

Priscilla looked beyond the nipple that was projecting thickly from her swollen, left breast and she saw the teacher's penis. It was not as long as the one she'd stroked to climax but thicker and immensely more threatening.

"Mr. Best... hanh... Sir..." the girl sobbed. If the schoolteacher fornicated her would God blame her for sinning? If he put his penis in her would it hurt? It hadn't seemed to hurt the girl she'd seen with her father this afternoon had it? Why was Mr. Best's mouth making her feel the way she did?

Lifting his head from Priscilla's big, juicy breasts Bob raised his upper body from hers and looked down at the luscious creature sprawled in open-legged submission beneath him. Her splendid boobs jiggled slightly with each shaking breath the young girl took. She was not a beauty but what she lacked in prettiness was more than compensated for by her sultry, heavy-lidded though untapped sexuality. For a brief moment she looked up at the man who loomed over her and then shyly looked away.

Priscilla couldn't look at her assailant but, as she lowered her eyes, she saw the threatening penis descending closer to her defenseless body. Instinctively she tried to close her legs but the teacher's knees were between hers so she remained naked and completely vulnerable to whatever he planned. And the sixteen-year-old virgin, after what she'd seen since moving back to her father's home, had a pretty good idea what her teacher had in mind.

"No. No. No." Priscilla protested but her words were almost meaningless to her or her assailant. The virgin's belly was churning with the unwilled desires the man's mouth and fingers had aroused. What would it be like? Leena had done it and said she loved it. The other girl had seemed to enjoy it. And God would know she had no choice, wouldn't he?