Chapter 13: Interview versus Intercourse

Breakfast next morning at Reverend Wilson's house resembled outwardly the dinner the night before. There were, however, some changes and, for the two youngest at the table, they were significant.

Little Leena glanced sideways at the college student seated beside her. The memory of the woman's tongue probing her sensitive, young pussy sent a responsive shiver through her firm-fleshed body but at the same time she felt resentment. The woman had almost forced her to do the same thing and, although she hadn't minded, she didn't like being pushed into doing anything. Absent-mindedly she brushed her hand across her face as if to wipe off the slippery wetness from Beth's pussy.

Her busty, sixteen year old sister, Priscilla was another matter. The night before last, images of her father sodomizing Felicity and her sister being fucked by the schoolteacher, Mr. Best had tormented her virgin body and psyche. This morning as she sat with her pussy throbbing in the aftermath of last night's devirgination the images and thoughts all related to Mr. Best's thick tool ploughing her tender furrow. She felt sinful and guilty and those feelings were exacerbated by the fact that she wanted to sin again.

Reverend Wilson was again watching the visitor, Beth Safic. He was disturbed by the way she was looking at his youngest daughter and Leena's strange expression as she looked up at the older woman. Had they? No. It couldn't be? Could it? Wilson was suddenly angry. Even if Ms. Safic hadn't done anything he was certain she wanted to. He'd show her. He'd give her his seven inches and get the proof for his buddy George.

The object of the minister's attention was unaware of the disruption she was causing. She was remembering the pleasure of her twelve-year-old bedmate, Leena's firm young body and juvenile passion. And she wanted more of it. Her pussy moistened at the thought and she wondered if she could somehow manage a session with Whilly to see her through until tonight. She was, however, determined to research her thesis carefully and she suspected that there was some good material here. She'd find out more about what went on in Reverend Wilson's office when he was preparing girls for baptism. Already she had some down low thoughts.

"What are your plans for today, Miss Safic?"

"I though I'd spend some time at the school, if Mr. Best will allow it?"

"Sure. That's OK, Bob offered. His cock was sore as it usually was after breaking in a virgin and he wondered if Priscilla would be as easy next time as she'd been last night. Little Leena was also appealing and the college student looked like she needed to be taught a lesson herself. His eyes and his mind, however, kept straying to the quiet one, Mrs. Wilson. There was something about her that told him she would be special. But unattainable. She was devoutly religious and, he was sure, as chaste as the Virgin Mary.

"That's great Mr. Best. Can I talk to some of the students?"

"No problem. I have a little office there that you can use."

"Good. Then, Reverend Wilson, I'd like to talk to you this afternoon if that's possible?"

"It's Mrs. Wilson's day to go to market," the preacher said, "so I take a lunch to my office. I'm sure she'll be happy to make an extra sandwich and we can have lunch together." Mrs. Wilson dutifully nodded assent and they finished their breakfasts.

Wilson was fully recharged from yesterday's great session with young Felicity and the vision of Beth's sexy, red lips wrapped around his cock was bringing on an erection. Had she ever sucked cock? Yes. The knowing way she looked at him told him she'd one that and lots more. Could she deepthroat him? He was going to find out. For lunch she'd get more than she bargained for, a cocktail of the potion he used on the women and girls in his congregation spiced up with a roofie. She'd be docile and obedient and he'd get a great collection of photos for George.

Beth arrived at the preacher's office shortly after noon to find her lunch ready for her on a small table in the room that adjoined Wilson's office. As they sat down she looked curiously at the décor, the bed, the kneeling platform, the crosses and even mirrors. What sort of things did Reverend Wilson do with his baptismal candidates?

Her morning at the school had been interesting and the students she had interviewed had been different from the city types she knew so well. They were polite, shy and said little. Anything she learned, and she hadn't learned much, she had practically pried from the soft-spoken children. She did notice a definite difference between those who had gone through Reverend Wilson's baptismal preparation although she couldn't quite define what the difference was.

One of the students had made a strong impression on her, however. Jason Jenkins was a fourteen-year-old boy who looked and acted younger than his age. He was cute, almost pretty, about the same height as she but plump and cuddly. Beth had an almost overpowering desire to put her arms around him and hug him, to feel his soft, round body close to hers. Perhaps it was latent lesbianism battling with her more dominant heterosexuality but, whatever the cause, she liked him a lot. A boy with the tender softness of a girl. Being in bed with him instead of Leena had a huge appeal but she knew that was impossible. Wouldn't it be wonderful, she mused, to break in such a lovely, young boy?

"Made from our own, home-grown tomatoes," Wilson said as he pointed to the generous glass of tomato juice beside Beth's sandwich. "I'll be insulted if you don't drink all of it."

"Mmmm... it's delicious. So fresh tasting and tangy," the graduate student said as she sipped the cool, thick drink. She didn't really think so and she began to drink it in larger gulps to get rid of it. It had an almost bitter taste.

Wilson was a bit nervous. The doctor who had given him the 'persuader potion' had cautioned him about mixing it with alcohol or other medicines. Maybe the results would not be what Wilson wanted?

It happened suddenly. One moment Beth was taking the last bite of her sandwich and the next she was swallowing it and sitting there with her mouth hanging open, a stunned expression on her pretty face and her eyes staring glassily at the man sitting across from her.

"Do you know where you are?" Wilson asked in a soft voice.

"N... No. Where am I?" the young woman asked hesitantly.

"Come over her my dear," the preacher said as he led Beth to the bed. "Just lie down and close your eyes and relax."

Zombie-like the young woman lay down on the bed. Still talking in his soft, deep voice the preacher began to take off her clothes and the semi-conscious girl offered no resistance.

"Do you have a lover, Miss Safic?"

"Not now. Not for a long time."

"Have you had many lovers?"

"No... yes... several. Not a lot."

"Was there a favorite lover? One you liked better than the others?"

"Yes, Reverend. Mike. He was my favorite."

"Mike is going to make love to you today, Ms. Safic. Just relax for a while and imagine what it will be like. Touch yourself and prepare for him. Then you will hear me say 'precipice' and you will awaken to find him lying beside you on this bed."

Wilson prepared the camera, stripped off his clothes and lay down beside the naked, shapely young woman. He watched as her hands stroked and caressed her silken flanks and she touched her lightly furred pussy and her firm, hard-nippled breasts. Soon she was breathing hard and his cock had risen to full erection.

'Precipice'. Beth heard the word and her eyes opened. Yes, Mike was there. And she was ready for him. She rose to her knees and knelt over him, her hand reaching out to the heated protuberance of the man's upthrust cock. As her fingers encircled it, pulling on it gently, he moaned. Beth pushed her hand down hard into the forest of pubic hair as if this would make the ivory column longer than it's rock-hard seven inches. Mike was not as big as she remembered him to be but her belly churned in anticipation of the glorious filling she was about to experience.

Wilson's hands reached up eagerly and grabbed the full soft mounds of the woman's tender breasts, and clutched at the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers, making her wince from the sudden pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth white skin. His fingers drubbed the hard little beads of her nipples, rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them until they were rigid, stubby spears. The preacher made a mental comparison of these firm-fleshed tits with his wife's much larger and softer ones and, observing Beth's obvious response to the rough mauling of her breasts, he decided that size didn't matter. We shall soon see that Beth does not reach the same conclusion.

With the skill acquired by many such sojourns into uninhibited coupling the woman draped herself over the unprincipled preacher, her long smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and Wilson could feel the graze of her soft curling pubic hair as it brushed against his naked stomach. Still grasping his distended cock in her hand, she began to guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and Wilson sighed with pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue already moist with expectation.

The woman seemed unaware of the camera in the man's hand as she began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick along the length of her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly glistening inner lips clung tenaciously to his hard masculine flesh, and the bulbous head became lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices.