Chapter 34: Bible for Bernice

It was almost dark when Bernice saw her buxom, young daughter coming up the lane to their house. And she suspected at once what had happened. By the time young Becky reached the door the woman's suspicions were translated into certainty. It was partly the way she walked, as if she had difficulty keeping her legs together. But it was mostly the look in her eyes, a heavy-lidded, lazy appearance. Bernice's heart sank down to her heels.

Becky's mother wasn't really angry but she felt betrayed. And she was afraid. Afraid that her daughter would be like herself and become pregnant before she could enjoy the freedom of youth. That's how she felt at first.

Lying in bed that night Bernice remembered how she'd gone down on her knees before the treacherous minister and let him put his penis into her mouth, let him fornicate with her mouth and then he did it. He shot his sperm right into her throat! Oh God. What had he done to her little girl? Had he put that same long sin-tool inside her young body? In her holiest place? Had he filled her with his lust cream? Was she now with child? The woman's belly churned with disgust at the thought.

But she wasn't sure that the churning was due to disgust for the recollection of sucking the minister's cock wasn't her only memory. As the long night continued other memories kept creeping into her mind. The delightful, hot feel of Reverend Wilson's tongue doing that filthy thing. Kissing her between the legs she'd so wantonly spread for him. And then she imagined he was doing it to her. Committing adultery! Fornicating! Sinning! And she was letting him do it like a whore of Babylon. And now she was sure he'd done the same to her little girl.

By morning Bernice Bartlett was a wreck. She had slept very little and when she did the results were awful. Awake she worried about her daughter and vowed revenge on the sinful minister. Asleep she was being filled by the handsome minister's long, hard penis. But each time she awakened just before the dam holding in her huge sexual energy burst and, by morning, her loins ached from hunger. A hunger she would never admit.

"Did Reverend Wilson do anything to you yesterday, Becky? Did he hurt you?" Bernice looked closely at her daughter as she sat at the breakfast table in her brief, babydoll pajamas, waiting for her reaction.

"Uh... n.n.no, Mom. He just..." and the girl paused as she tried to think of what to say. Without thinking her hand went down between her legs to feel the tenderness there, the bruised outer flesh of her mons and the tender, inner flesh, stretched by the minister's intimate invasion. "We prayed, Mom. That's all." He'd said it was their private secret but she wished she could tell her mother.

The mother knew that her daughter was lying. She saw the way she'd reached down to touch her pussy and she'd noticed that Becky didn't meet her eyes when she answered. Had he really taken the little girl's virginity? Or had someone else already done that? She remembered how her brother looked at his little niece. If her husband could do it to little Bernie then her brother might have been doing it to Becky. She was too innocent to be able to prevent it. Was that it? Was the minister just continuing what someone else had started?

While Mrs. Bartlett had a restless night, Reverend Wilson slept well. His only complaint (and it really wasn't a complaint, just a mild discomfort) was the somewhat sore skin that covered his cock. Well lubricated though she'd been, Becky's tight, virgin passage had chafed him. It had another and seemingly contradictory effect. His cock was not only tender but it was also more sensitive and even the gentle rubbing against his underwear when he walked gave him a semi-erection.

Bernice Bartlett arrived at her minister's office only a couple of minutes after he got there. She had been watching for him. She was figuratively loaded for bear. She would give her evil minister a piece of her mind. As it worked out, although Wilson got a piece of something, it wasn't her mind.

"You did it! You did her!" Bernice was standing in front of Reverend Wilson's desk, her hands on her hips and leaning forward as she accused the minister of violating her daughter.

"Whoa. Hold on," Wilson said placatingly, noting the way the angry woman's big boobs swayed under her loose sweater. "What did I do? What do you mean?" Blood rushed to his cock despite his unease. What had Becky told her?

"You know. You took advantage of her. Just like you took advantage of me!" Bernice backed away as the minister came around the desk. Could she have been wrong?

"Please Mrs. Bartlett... Bernice... I hope I can still call you that?" Wilson stood beside the voluptuous woman and put a hand on her arm. "We're more than just minister and church member aren't we? Haven't we shared something special?"

Bernice's anger dissolved into uncertainty as she heard her minister's almost hypnotic speech. He towered over her and she remembered how dominant and commanding he had seemed when she knelt before him... and before that, when he had been inside her. He knew her now... knew her in the biblical sense. He was leading her toward his inner office and she went with him, her loins liquefying with desire.

Wilson led the docile woman over to the couch where, only yesterday, he had plucked her daughter's ripe, young cherry. Sliding his arm around Bernice's ample waist, he looked deeply into her eyes, and the confused woman melted under his gaze. Without any thought of right or wrong she tilted her mouth up for a kiss, and moaned as her minister's mouth covered hers.

The prurient preacher's tongue thrust inward sensuously. He flicked it around and around on the woman's soft lips, and then slowly pushed it into her mouth. As he kissed her, he was in his mind's eye, kissing Becky and he became more and more aroused, but also more and more gentle. Bernice was aware of the soft quality, the burning desire, the sweetness of the kiss.

She threw her arms around his neck, and pressed her muff into her minister's raging hard-on, feeling the thick, hard meat pushing against her quivering, traitorous quiff.

"Oh, Reverend Wilson," she moaned, softly.

Wilson traced the flushed, rounded plane of her cheek from her cheekbones down to her chin. When his fingers touched her quivering lips she sucked on one of them and then bit it gently, remembering the last thing of his she had sucked on and feeling a shudder of lewd desire at the thought.

Wilson grunted, and pulled her toward the couch, and sat down, pulling her down on his lap. Again he kissed her.

Bernice, sitting on his muscular thighs, felt the tremor of his passion, and responded to it with a passion of her own. She sucked her minister's tongue into her mouth, and bit on it gently. He started to raise her skirt, and fondled her pussy, feeling the juices of her lust already soaking her panties. Bernice lifted off his lap slightly, as his fingers hooked into the elastic waistband, and pulled them off, down to her knees. Kicking her legs, Bernice worked them down to her ankles, and then dropped them.

The philandering minister pushed the voluptuous housewife down onto her back on the couch, and raised her skirt above her hips, until it was bunched at her waist, while she fumbled with his belt buckle, releasing it, and then pulled down his fly zipper. In the back of her mind the scene was like she had experienced fifteen years ago when the man who was now her husband would make love to her.

Bernice moaned, as her minister's erection popped out at her, hard and ready, and pulsing with lust. She gripped it, kneading the soft flesh, which encased his hardness.

Wilson lay on top of the woman's lush body, and pulled his pants down around his knees. He preferred having his women naked but he didn't want to give this one time to change her mind. He felt his own lust grow as the woman's hands reached around to cup his buttocks as he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and thrust inward slowly. His cock head slipped easily into her well-buttered cunt as with practiced ease she opened her legs wider and tilted her broad pelvis