Chapter 14: Skillful Sucker

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?

As soon as Miss Safic left Reverend Wilson's office she went to his house. It had been more than a month since she'd last had a man and she felt as if last night's little episode with the minister's twelve-year-old daughter had been the coal that fired the furnace between her legs. She needed her trusty Whilly to quench that fire.

Reverend Wilson, as soon as he returned from the school, made himself busy with preparations for Beth's next visit. And for young Jason's visit. Wilson had emptied his sizeable gonads into the young woman's cavernous cunt but he was unsatisfied. His ego was sorely bruised by her plea for someone bigger and, as he readied the trap his tool hung semi-erect between his legs.

Horny and frustrated, Beth was unable to find relief. Mrs. Wilson was at home and the cock-hungry college student didn't dare risk being caught with Whilly. Maybe Mrs. Wilson needs him too, she mused as she looked at the woman's voluptuous body. Did Reverend Wilson really satisfy her?

If Jason Jenkins made a strong impression on the visitor, Ms. Safic, it was nothing compared to the impression she made on him. To the fourteen-year-old boy she was the loveliest and most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her voice was like soft chimes to his ear and the words flowed like liquid honey. He was enchanted. He was in love.

But it was not only the woman's soft voice and gentle words that were affecting the ingenuous teen. Although he fought it, her beauty and the indefinable something he could see in her glorious eyes aroused evil, sinful lust within him. The adult-sized testes between his legs churned and ached and he knew he would have difficulty tonight in avoiding the sin of Onan.

Reverend Wilson was plotting the next course of his lecherous feast. Would she drink another of his potions? Had she connected their earlier meeting to the doctored tomato juice? Wilson took care as he prepared a glass of wine for the soon-to-return graduate student. The young boy would not be a problem, he was sure, but he prepared a coke for him.

The graduate student was neither naïve nor unduly trusting but she hadn't yet put the available evidence together. First there was the lack of any interview even though she spent almost two hours over lunch. She didn't even connect the unusual discharge that stained her panties. An effect of her frustration and need after her session with the little sexpot, Leena, she'd thought as she showered. That was also the reason for her greater than usual need to be filled by a man or, since few men could really fill her, by Whilly.

Therefore she accepted the proffered glass of wine without suspicion.

"Precipice," Wilson said softly, uncertain if the word would still trigger the mindless response he wanted. He need not have worried. The mixed dose of drugs he'd given earlier combined with the added amount in the wine and enhanced by the sexual frustration the libidinous, young woman was experiencing produced a state of mind (or mindlessness) that left her completely at the not-so-tender mercy of the unprincipled pastor.

Wilson knew right away that he was successful. The pretty young woman's facial expression alternated between blankness and a timid smile and her eyes one moment looked brazenly at him, then shyly looked down. It was only the experienced ones who acted this way but there'd been others. The young ones only showed the shy timidity.

"Take off your clothes, woman!" Wilson commanded. The speed of her response would tell him if she was totally under his spell. It did and she was. Beth appeared to be startled by his stern tone of voice and she looked at him timidly as, with alacrity, she began to remove her clothes.

Reverend Wilson had unwittingly tapped into a hidden chapter of the young woman's sexual history, a chapter that was about to be re-written with the aid of hypnotic drugs. When her older sister discovered that Brad had seduced (or maybe been seduced by) Beth, she had tried to take over the relationship. She'd been unsuccessful for Brad was a strong-willed and dominant person and for more than a year the two sisters submissively catered to his needs. Beth, especially, had been obedient and tractable but, after Brad moved away, she discovered that she could also be dominant. Her submissive partners were younger girls and sometimes boys who, like little Leena, could be persuaded to sate her sexual needs.

Now, in her drugged state, the lovely, young woman was fifteen again and her masterful lover, Brad, was telling her what to do. As she bared her body she saw the man removing his pants and she knew exactly what he wanted.

Wilson hadn't planned it this way. He wanted to feel and see and photograph the college girl's mouth as it serviced his cock but he had thought, first, he would see her satisfied. The sight of her shapely, naked body and her sexy face and heavy-lidded eyes had aroused him too much for him to delay the pleasure and the strange submission he was seeing just added to his need.

"Come here," he said commandingly and the now nude woman moved close to where he sat. Wilson reached between her compliantly parted thighs and cupped the plumpness of her soft pussy. Beth tightened her body and gasped as she felt a rush of blazing fire race through her entire vagina as Wilson screwed his middle finger deeply up into her hotly engulfing cunt walls. Opening his hand, he impaled her wetly seething vagina fully, driving his finger deeper and deeper up into the slippery wet opening of her hotly aroused pussy, nipping at the thin silken wisps of softly curling cuntal hair that lined and fringed the tiny, tightly clasping little hole. His other hand gripped tightly at her ass-cheeks, probing between the warm fleshy orbs of her buttocks and teasing at the tightly puckered little circle of her asshole.

Taking the camera from the desk beside where he was sprawled in the chair the preacher said softly, "On your knees, baby. Go down on your knees."

Beth knew exactly what was wanted. She ran her pink tongue over her luscious, red lips as she knelt between the man's legs. She remembered her distaste the first time Brad had forced her head down and made her take his hard cock into her mouth and her surprise when he his viscous semen had jetted into her throat. But she grew to like it, to enjoy his pleasure and also the feeling of power it gave her when she drained his hard organ into a state of limp weakness.