Chapter 12: Vanquished Virgin

Jim took a trembling breath as he looked down at the nearly naked, unconscious young woman sprawled nakedly on his lap. He had just finished bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm with his hand. She had fainted right after climaxing and simultaneously he had drenched the crack of her ass with a load of hot semen. He knew she would not be unconscious long and took the opportunity to take a few deep, steadying breaths. His hand stroked her swollen labia, petting her like a small, vulnerable kitten. He fondled her breasts with the other hand, marveling at their firmness. His cock strained upward seeking a way out from the warmth of its fleshy enclosure. It was still nestled between her assmelons, the valley greasy with his fluids. The minister stroked the girl's body, slowly waking her up from her little sleep.

Daphne began to stir, softly moving on his lap, her body suffused with a strange feeling of contentment and languor. Suddenly she gasped, coming fully awake, feeling something hot and wet in her bottom. She looked up at Reverend Gillis with wide frightened eyes, confusion mingled with wonder on her face. She pulled her arms up across her breasts to shield them and then tried to cover her sex all at the same time. She pulled her legs up and closed them. Closing her eyes tight, a flow of tears began to trickle down her cheek.

Jim brushed the tears away with gentle fingers and stroked her hair. "It's all right Daphne. You should never be ashamed of your body". He slipped a hand between her buttocks and dipped a finger into her drenched cunt from behind. She began to straighten her legs and draw away, but her minister held her firmly. Slowly drawing his thick finger in and out of her pussy, rolling and twirling it inside her wet tightness, he whispered, "Oh Daphne dear... feel the wetness from your sex? Feel the pulse of your heart, the rush of blood through your veins?" He continued his leisurely finger fucking, adding another finger. "Feel how your cunt muscles contract around my fingers? This is all good and natural. As natural as breathing. Doesn't this feel good, Daphne"?

Daphne began to relax with the hypnotic, deep voice of Reverend Gillis. She felt his fingers deep inside her, her muscles pulsing around them all on their own. Her minister was her guide, her advisor, her teacher. He was truly ministering to her needs and she trusted him. She was afraid to open her eyes as his voice washed over her like a warm shower. Afraid that if she did, she would see her shame. But how could it be? If her minister was doing this to her, how could it be wrong. Could it be wrong when it felt so good?"Open your eyes, Daphne. Open your eyes and look at me" Jim commanded.

Daphne took a shuddering breath; then she opened both eyes, years of obedience ingrained into her. Reverend Gillis was looking at her, his eyes searching her face and traveling up and down her naked body. She shivered slightly, not from cold but from exposure. This time she did not try to cover her nudity. He once again began running his long thick finger up and down the entire length of her fat pussy lips, circling lightly around her hardened erect clit. "Mmmmmmm", she moaned.

"You're such a good girl, Daphne". She was quite small and it was easy for him to turn her so that she was lying on her side atop his body, her head cradled in the crook of his arm. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her. Would a kiss frighten her? His tongue slid readily into her waiting mouth. This aroused him. She was so open to him, not fighting him at all. He kissed her deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her, literally taking her breath away. He stroked his hand up and down her belly. He circled around her breasts until reaching the peak and pinching her stiff nipples. He nudged his hand between her thighs, insistent to claim the prize that waited there.

Jim felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock, now pinned under her hip, began to swell once more. The girl's silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris, this time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax but not to make her cum. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Daphne was soon writhing on his lap like before. This time, she did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her full thighs fell open, her submission causing the preacher to swell with lust, pride and power. Taking advantage of her open legs, he pulled and stretched her labia, rubbed and stroked her clitoris, finger-fucked her hot wet cunt.

"Reverend? Please? Is this going to help me?"

"Yes my dear. What we did already should have helped you. Did you feel relaxed after your little nap?"

"Uh... yeah... I guess sort of," and unconvinced that he'd really helped her but liking his touch too much to make him stop, she remained open and vulnerable on top of him.

Manipulating the tender virgin flesh between her innocent thighs, he brought her to the brink of cumming again and again. Daphne moaned and begged for release with words and sounds and meaningless noises and whimpers but understandable just the same. When she was mindless with need, Jim rose up from the recliner with her in his arms. He then placed her on the bed and quickly spread her legs and knelt down between her thighs. Before she could protest or even had an idea of what he was going to do, he had his tongue on her swollen, throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking at it like a baby at his mother's tit. Her protests were bitten back before she could voice them as he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight young pussyhole.

Daphne gasped the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Jim expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt his hot tongue licking her, sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands found his head and she kneaded his hair like a kitten.

The minister was crazy with lust and finally allowed himself to act on it. He stood and exposed his raging hard cock. The head was flaming red, a big mushroom shape. The shaft was thick and heavily veined terminating in heavy, cum-filled balls. It jumped and jerked with a life of its own. He bent down so that he could continue eating the pulpy, wet mass of tortured virgin cuntflesh. Jim knew this succulent woman child would orgasm soon.

Overcome, Jim said huskily, "Daphne, open your eyes". He stood up again and let her see his powerful cock, jutting proudly from heavy balls amid curls of thick hair. The terror in her eyes spurred him on. He quickly took her hands in his and prevented her from getting up.

"Ah, Daphne, relax. This is still right and good". Warily he took his hands away from hers and reached down to grasp his cock.