Chapter 18: Caught in the Act

They say that unless we learn from it, history tends to repeat itself. This certainly proved to be the case for Bob Best, the boarder in the Wilson household and for others in the family also. Bob, however, may not have particularly regretted being a slow learner in this regard.

It had been a quiet fortnight since Beth Safic had gone back to the city to complete her dissertation and give her thoroughly plumbed pussy a rest. Fourteen-year-old Jason Jenkins' cock was no larger than Whilly could achieve but he was hot flesh, not artificially warmed plastic. And, although he didn't have the endless stamina of a Whilly machine, he had the fresh, indefatigable libido of a healthy, young teen. During the two couplings that Beth had arranged on her own the boy had satisfied her beyond her expectations and she could hardly wait until the next school year when she'd begin teaching in the neighboring village of Middleville. She'd have him again and who knows, maybe there were other similarly endowed, young farm boys in the village?

Anyway, enough of Ms. Safic's lusts, realized and yearned for. The facilitator of her liaisons with young Jason, Reverend Wilson, had gone off to the city to meet and gloat over his university pal, Professor Lewis. On this night Mrs. Wilson had attended prayer meeting with little Leena but Priscilla had begged off because of homework. The schoolteacher seldom attended anyway so his absence wasn't noted.

The service had been unbearably boring. In Reverend Wilson's absence one of the Deacon's was giving the address and it was not only difficult to understand but of doubtful relevance to this particular community. Shortly after he began to speak in his drawly, scratchy voice, Lucinda leaned over and told Leena that she had a headache and had to leave. And this didn't bother Leena at all.

In fact, Leena thought that her stepmom's early departure was a good thing. The sexually precocious but not especially religious youngster was being an ambassador of sorts. Ravi's overweight, fourteen-year-old sister, Madhuri was having trouble adjusting to the customs and people of her new country but she had formed an attachment to Leena. The little blonde had become Madhuri's idol and the other girl could not help but see it.

Ravi had really enjoyed fucking little Leena but he was afraid to be seen with her. She was too young and he was sure the other boys would torment him without mercy. Madhuri's fixation on Leena provided an opportunity for contact and tonight the blonde had invited his sister to come to the prayer meeting. Ravi had accompanied his kid sister because he was worried that the promiscuous blonde might lead his little sister down the same road. Even though Madhuri was almost two years older than Leena, the younger girl was much more worldly. He very much wanted to fuck Leena again but he was equally determined that Madhuri would retain her kori choot until she could be given to the man to whom she'd been promised by their parents.

As soon as her mother left Leena moved over to sit between Madhuri and her brother. With the rising for hymns, the head-bowing for prayers and the hustle and bustle of various people becoming carried away by the Spirit of the service Leena had lots of opportunity to rub and snuggle and tease the older boy and, by the time the service was over he (and she) were afire with adolescent lust.

When Lucinda arrived home everything was quiet. She could see a light under the boarder's door and assumed that he was in there reading or doing schoolwork. There wasn't any light showing under Priscilla's door and the woman concluded that her stepdaughter had gone to bed early. Had she looked in on the girl at that moment the story may have been very different.

Mrs. Wilson did not have a headache. She had left the church service because she didn't really enjoy it. Now she had a feeling of freedom. It was as if she was alone in the house with no responsibilities. Slowly she took off her clothes and putting on her short, terrycloth bathrobe, she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Lucinda's libido was generally well suppressed. Sometimes she was disappointed when Mr. Wilson finished his weekly demand that she submit to him. She felt as if she might regain that vaguely remembered bliss she had experienced once when she was first married. But she suppressed those thoughts. They were sinful. And she was remiss in her duty for she had not yet provided her husband with a male heir.

She was not going to provide Ebenezer with a male heir either. The promiscuous preacher was, among other things, having a vasectomy while visiting Professor Lewis. He had no particular desire for an heir and in fact for several months he had been using condoms during his weekly servicing of his wife. His extra-marital liaisons were a different matter. He didn't want to have anything between his organ and the tender flesh of his young conquests, especially when that flesh was an inviolate hymen. There had been a few pregnancies that he had covered up by rushing the girl's pending marriage or setting up one of the local boys to take the rap but this might not always be possible. And therefore the vasectomy.

Mrs. Wilson let the robe slip from her shoulders onto the floor and stepped into the tub enclosure. She adjusted the water temperature and washed herself all over, thoroughly. The showerhead was removable, connected with a hose. After completing washing herself Lucinda took the moveable head, increased the water temperature as hot as she could bear and adjusted the showerhead to a heavy, pulsating spray.

The preacher's wife had discovered only a few weeks ago that the hot water gave her some very pleasurable sensations when she directed the pulsating spray at certain parts of her anatomy. It always left her with the same feeling of disappointment she sometimes had when Reverend Wilson completed his weekly ritual coupling and she hadn't yet learned that the showerhead had the ability to give her a blissful experience similar to the vaguely remembered one from long ago.

Priscilla's bedroom was far enough away from the bathroom that Bob and she did not hear the sound of the shower. They believed that they were alone in the house for the first time since Bob had introduced the buxom sixteen-year-old girl to the pleasures of sinful sexual congress. During the interim they had fucked lots but it was always with the fear that someone might hear. Tonight the schoolteacher was free to hammer his luscious, busty companion without worrying about squeaking bedsprings and young Priscilla was able to momentarily escape the fear that her sinful behavior would be found out.

Bob Best was determined that tonight would be memorable for his pneumatic, young partner. In her unlit bedroom he had buried his face in the hairy nest between her legs and given her thrills like she'd never felt. It was fortunate that the culmination of that stage of their coupling occurred after Mrs. Wilson entered the shower or she most certainly would have heard her stepdaughter's shrill cries of completion. Bob had then mounted his lovely, buxom and fast-learning companion and commenced a slow, deep-thrusting fuck of her voluptuous form.

Lucinda, still damp from the shower, loosely wrapped in her terrycloth robe, her knees wobbly from the frustrating caress of the shower spray, was on her way back to her bedroom when she heard a strange series of soulful groans coming from the direction of Priscilla's room. Was the girl ill? She didn't feel much like taking care of a sick child but it was her duty so, still somewhat puzzled, she walked over to the bedroom door, which was now standing slightly ajar.

The preacher's wife held her breath listening. There it was again, weird sounds like someone in pain. 'Please God, don't let it be serious', she said under her breath as, her heart thudding, she crept silently closer to the door. She didn't want Priscilla to think she was spying but, very slowly, she pushed the door open wider and as she did the light from the hallway fell across the girl's bed.

Lucinda saw in that single instant the nude jumble of arms and legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the bed; she saw the wide, hirsute, wildly pumping buttocks of a man who could only be the schoolteacher, Bob Best flailing between the upraised and widely spread thighs of a woman who could only be the innocent, young Priscilla. She couldn't see either of their faces, but she knew who they had to be.

The prudish, sexually unawakened woman recoiled in horror as she saw her stepdaughter's stout legs kick out in the air and lewdly wrap themselves around the schoolteacher's upper torso, presenting up her naked crotch in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied thrusts as she approached her orgasm under his pistoning, thundering cock.

The watching woman's horror dissolved to shock and her hands went instinctively to her own heavy breasts and the soft, wetly swollen flesh between her thighs. She felt ill... or something. She had a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach and as her hands moved without conscious direction to maul her sex-starved flesh she uttered a low, distressed moan.

The big man raised his upper body from the girl, breaking the stranglehold of her strong legs around his back and he hammered her grunting body with long, firm thrusts. Priscilla's big breasts jumped and jiggled with each thrust as she finally uttered a long shrill cry of orgasmic ecstasy.

Mrs. Wilson had never seen, let alone experienced anything like the passion the sixteen-year-old girl, her stepdaughter was displaying. And it was contagious. The strange nausea in her belly blossomed into an even stranger heat and her fingers dug into the wet, pulpy seat of her condition. A series of short, whimpering cries escaped her gaping mouth and she collapsed to the floor on her knees.

Bob Best had been enjoying the uninhibited response of the voluptuous girl who was panting and gasping beneath him. He was close to his own climax but was determined that he would give the buxom innocent beneath him one more orgasm before he exploded and pumped his sperm up into her snugly fitting vagina. And then he heard the sound at the door.

The effect of seeing his landlady, the stepmother of the youngster he was fucking, was quick and negative. The blood rushed from his cock and the softened fleshtube slipped out of the girl's juicy cunt as she writhed and jerked in the aftermath of her climax. Bob was terrified.

The woman was embarrassed. She'd been caught spying on two people doing what God meant to be a sacred act. She got shakily to her feet and ran to her bedroom. As she stumbled down the hallway she regained perspective and her embarrassment changed to anger. Mr. Best, the schoolteacher, had violated her stepdaughter. He'd raped her. But even as her anger grew she knew that Priscilla was not making any attempt to escape. How long had this been going on? She fell across her bed, not even conscious of the fact that her robe had dropped from her shoulders while she was in the doorway and she was now completely naked.

What was he going to do? Bob was scared. He got off the bed, leaving his naked partner looking up at him with sex-dulled eyes. She didn't know what had happened and wondered what she'd done to displease her teacher. What could she do to get him back?

Bob made his way down the hall to Mrs. Wilson's bedroom. Maybe if he promised never to do it again she would keep quiet. He shuddered at the thought of Reverend Wilson's anger. And what if they found out he'd also fucked little Leena? Oh God.

The woman was embarrassed. She'd been caught spying on two people doing something very private. She got shakily to her feet and ran to her bedroom. As she stumbled down the hallway she regained perspective and her embarrassment changed to anger. Mr. Best, the schoolteacher, had violated her stepdaughter. He'd raped her. But even as her anger grew she knew that Priscilla was not making any attempt to escape. How long had this been going on? She fell across her bed, not even conscious of the fact that her robe had dropped from her shoulders while she was in the doorway and she was now completely naked.

What was he going to do? Bob was scared. He got off the bed, leaving his naked partner looking up at him with sex-dulled eyes. She didn't know what had happened and wondered what she'd done to displease her teacher. What could she do to get him back?

Bob made his way down the hall to Mrs. Wilson's bedroom. Maybe if he promised never to do it again she would keep quiet. He shuddered at the thought of Reverend Wilson's anger. And what if they found out he'd also fucked little Leena? Oh God.