Chapter 11: Troubled Teen

His congregation included a higher than normal representation of young people aged seventeen to twenty. This was because the CoR had founded a Christian junior college in the town and most of the students came to the CoR services at least once a week. The CoR also operated a boarding school in the nearby town of Smootville and that's where Cindy had suddenly and strangely decided to go.

Since his first session or more precisely his first sex with his sister in law two weeks ago JJ had heard seven quite boring confessions. He'd also had two return visits from his insatiable in-law and even though he enjoyed her buxom body and her submissiveness, he was bored with her. Today he was meeting a young girl from the college and as he looked at the pretty teen the preacher wondered if this one might need that special guidance Reverend Tyler had talked about.

"Please, Reverend Gillis... I've never done this before... made a confession of my sins. I don't know how to begin."

"Just relax, my dear. Tell me why you came. What's bothering you?"

"Oh sir. It's just that I... I think things that are sins. And when I think those things I do bad stuff."

The girl sitting in the confessional opposite him was, he guessed, about seventeen and she no doubt was one of the students boarding at the college and not a local girl. Damn, she was cute little piece.

At seventeen, Daphne although small, was already fully developed. Her eyes were the color of an untainted mountain lake, and her skin was the color of pure cream. Her short pert nose had a slight upturn, giving her an aristocratic appearance, and her mouth, though small, was well formed with lush, full lips. Jim's cock jumped at the thought of having those red lips wrapped around it. Was this girl like Cindy? Had she already given head to a boy... or boys? The young beauty's honey-blonde hair fell gracefully to her shoulders which were completely feminine, rounded and soft and gently sloping.

"You have to tell me more my dear. And so far I don't think you sound very sinful. Exactly what things do you think that you consider sins? And what bad things do you do?" Yes, maybe she needed that special guidance and if she lived in the college residence she wouldn't have a parent to help. Of course the ideas flitting through the minister's mind weren't exactly parental.

"I... Oh Reverend... I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be, Daphne. Whatever you say will be a secret between us. I'll never tell... I'm not allowed to even if I wanted to. Tell me everything."

"It's... I... I'm sick sir. Sick in the head. All I think about is sex. Whenever I see a good looking guy I think about having sex with him... and when a girl in the residence comes back from a date I look at her to see if I can tell whether she's had sex or not. I'm awful."

"So far you don't sound awful, Daphne. You just have a healthy curiosity and maybe a few more hormones than a lot of people. But that's not a sin. Do you go out on dates yourself?

"Oh no Reverend Gillis. My parents made me promise not to until I finish two years here."

"So what bad things do you do when you think about sex? Are you still a virgin?"

"Oh yes! Of course I am! But... like... I pretend I'm not. I touch myself and say dirty words and... Oohhh Reverend Gillis... do I have to tell you any more? Can't you just punish me and help me to stop all this?"

"I'm not going to punish you Daphne. You haven't done anything wrong. Have you talked to your parents about it?"

"Certainly not! They'd think that I'm already half way to Hell. But I hoped that I could talk to you... and get help." The pretty girl looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Well Daphne, I may be able to help you... only not here... not in the confessional. If you come back later... say about five PM we can have a meeting in the little private room off my office. I'll explain to you what's going on in your head and show you how you can stop thinking all the time about sex. Take your time dear... you can decide later and if you want to come, I'll be here."

"Thank you Reverend Gillis. I feel better already. Maybe you've helped me enough."

The trim figured teen rose and left the confessional and Jim, his cock swollen with desire for her youthful innocence, wondered if he'd taken the right tack in not proceeding immediately with her seduction.

At a few minutes before five, quarter to, in fact, Daphne Burke knocked on the office door.

"Come in," Reverend Gillis called out. The door is unlocked."

"You made me feel better Reverend, sort of. But not enough. In one way I may be worse because I know what I'm thinking... imagining... is a sin."

"Come to my study," Jim said, instantly transforming his hoped-to-be seduction lair from bedroom to semi-office. Docilely the girl followed him and sat on the straight chair beside his recliner.

"This will help you to relax," the minister said softly as he passed her the drink he'd prepared earlier in anticipation of her arrival. The drink was made up of vodka, a dash of a hypnotic drug and coca cola which masked the taste of the other components. Reverend Tyler had told him that the drug made girls uncommonly receptive to advances they would normally reject. This girl showed signs of being receptive even without the drink but since he was not going to get Cindy, Jim didn't want to take any chances and lose this one.

Daphne sat primly in the straight chair and sipped her drink. She was not very tall, just over five feet, and on her short frame her breasts looked large. Her thighs were full, their shape outlined under the plaid kilt that all the college girls wore as a uniform. More like private school than college but the Regents were fundamentalist Christians and they thought it was a good idea.

"Now my dear. I'll talk to you. I'm still your minister but it's a freer place than in the confessional... I don't have as many procedures to adhere to. But before we begin you have to tell me how... in what way what I said made things worse."

"Oh sir... Reverend Gillis... do I have to?"

"It would be better dear. It will help me guide you.

"Well you know... I told you what I imagined when I see a good looking guy. Anyway I... you're handsome, sir... and I imagined we were... you know? Doing it?" and her face blushed scarlet.

"I'm flattered, Daphne. Would you be surprised... or shocked... to hear that I might also pretend I was 'doing it' with you?"

"Really? You mean you'd... you know?"

"Definitely. And I bet lots of your teachers have done the same. It's natural and it's not a sin if nobody gets hurt. Can I speak plainly to you, Daphne?"

"Oh sure... I want you to." Daphne's pussy was moistening in anticipation of the fingering she'd give it after this meeting. She studied her minister's features to fix them in her mind so that when he was fucking her (in her imagination) she'd be able to envision exactly how he'd look.

"You're sure? I mean, I may use what you think are dirty words?"

"I'll feel better if you do sir. I think them and say them out loud when I'm... you know... imagining stuff."

"You know Daphne, I'm going to suggest something I wouldn't ordinarily consider but you're a special and uncommonly mature student. Will you sit on my lap while we talk?

The girl looked at the minister with a puzzled expression. "You mean? Like? Right here?"

"Yes, my dear. I have to show you... demonstrate how to quell those thoughts you think are sinful."

The girl rose obediently and trustfully clambered up onto her minister's lap as he reclined in the big chair.

He'd have to take it slow, Jim knew. Slow and easy so he wouldn't scare her. She was not heavy but her lush buttocks still pressed down excitingly on his penis. He fought an erection, not wanting to scare her. Was she really a virgin? He was filled with an intense yearning to experience for the first time in his life the lewd triumph of getting a girl's cherry.

The girl sat tensely on her minister's lap as he let his hand drop down so that it brushed against her breast casually, almost accidentally. "You're really very special, Daphne," he crooned as she took a long swig from her nearly empty glass. He felt Daphne jump slightly as she heard him, and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his dangling hand once more against her palpitating breast.

Daphne shivered in the pastor's embrace, and the drink seemed to diffuse through her system. She pressed her thighs tightly together to control the peculiar tickle which was worming its way through the soft sensitive flesh down between her thighs. She fought the urge to touch herself there, to masturbate. The minister was so very nice, she thought.

The preacher pressed his attack, feeling the thick, stubby nipple of her breast harden under the thinness of her blouse, confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra. Daphne squirmed, trying to move his fingers away without him noticing it, and her short skirt hiked up over her hips, exposing her thighs and the white crotch-band of her panties. She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down again.

"Just relax, Daphne dear. I'll touch you and you can tell me when you like... or don't like what I do. And you should touch yourself, too. The way you would if you were all alone."

Without thinking, Daphne drained her glass and she squirmed down against the pastor's lap, feeling but not understanding the hard bump that had appeared. She rubbed herself against it and she could feel a wetness spreading between her thighs. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and she tried to drain a few more drops from her empty glass hoping to quench the fluttering heat in her belly and loins.

The girl squirmed down on the minister's lap and she felt his hands now groping at the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning them. Before she could react the white garment was open and the swollen slopes of her breasts were bare. She stiffened, filled with both foreboding and excitement. She tried to pull his hand away, but her own fingers moved only as far as her pastor's, and then fell back again, and she could only stare with glassy, drug-dimmed eyes at her naked titflesh.

"Does this feel good," she heard the man ask. It was as if his voice was at a great distance but his hand was close, close enough to be part of her.

"Yes Reverend... it feels wonderful," she replied in a half whimper. Her face and body already shone in a luster of sexual sweat, exacerbated by the drug, A trickle the sweat ran down between her breasts that her minister was kneading and squeezing. A tremor of unease went through her. Was this man really trying to help her or was he taking advantage of her innocence? But she couldn't seem to move away or to make her body obey the warning bells in her mind and she squirmed down tighter against the hard bump under her bottom as the horny preacher's fingers caressed the soft underside of one whitely exposed mound. Then his fingers and thumb were wickedly tweaking her already hardened nipple. Her breasts ached with swollen desire, and she felt tiny, unwanted throbs of tell-tale desire pulsing hotly in her belly and vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back any more of the lewdly forbidden sensations.