Chapter 21: Erotic Epilogue

Reverend James J. Gillis looked at the calendar on his office wall and realized that yesterday's sermon marked the second anniversary since he took over The Church of Redemption and he paused.

There had been many changes during those two years. He was the father of four children now with a fifth on the way. Of course the only one that was publicly acknowledged was his wife Cindy's son and she was also several months en route to another baby.

Another major change was in the Pastor's moral outlook. He accepted now that people had urges that the Bible did not openly acknowledge as proper except of course for the Old Testament. And based on the documented behaviour of many of the biblical patriarchs he had decided that God would accept an occasional deviation from the straight and narrow. In fact in the name of charity he was not only straying but also raising a great deal of money. Of course he did keep some of it for himself.

Police Chief Reardon had taken early retirement and Lieutenant Flett was promoted over three grizzled Captains to be Chief. He was being a good father to his supposedly twin children and was still able to satisfy his wife Barbara and her sister, Cheryl although Cheryl was about ready to restart her life separate from them.

Robert Ramsay had been replaced as Deacon by Peter Mahoney although Mahoney was still carrying on his illicit relationship with Darlene Smart. His eye however was now on another underaged girl, Beulah Brittain, the shapely fourteen year old daughter of the new Science teacher at the high school.

Ramsay and his one time partner George Smart still passed the collection plate at morning services. Bonnie Smart was studying child care textbooks as she tried to do a perfect job of raising her new baby, one of those that Gillis had sired. And Smart was still dipping his oversized wick in Ramsay's wife's oily sex-well.

Ramsay had still not told George that he was running his daughter Julie and anyway that was no longer exactly correct. But Julie Smart still shared with him her earnings from the hooker co-op that Cheryl Mahoney had started.

Peter Mahoney knew that Kevin Ramsay was the one who knocked up his daughter but the threat of having Coleen find out about his own impregnation of Ramsay's underaged sister was enough to keep him from taking any action. He and Bridget were raising their granddaughter along with Bridget's (but not Peter's) grandson who was sired by Pastor Gillis.

"Come in," Ramsay called out when there was a timid knock on the door and Beulah Brittain, the fourteen year old girl that Peter Mahoney was eyeing came into the office.

"Sit down my dear," Gillis said as he touched a button under his desk to lock the door and display the 'Reverend Gillis is not available' sign. He went to the inner office and returned with a small drinking glass.

"This is you first bible study session Beulah and this sweet, little drink will help you remember all that we talk about."

"Mmm ... I like this," the girl murmured as she took a sip of the sweet, delicious, licorice flavoured drink. Gillis was something less than honest when he said the drink would help her remember. Actually she would remember nothing from this moment on until she sipped its antidote after two or three hours of non-biblical instruction. And Gillis had progressed from the helpful but weak aphrodisiacal qualities of the potion given to him by Reverend Tyler to a newer and very potent chemical that he bought on the black market as Threepeat. Actually it was a new and as yet unapproved drug known correctly as PT- 141 and in the nine months since her got it JJ had used it successfully on several women and girls including yesterday on Beulah's mother, Grace.

As the pretty, young girl sipped the small glass of Threepeat and the aphrodisiac coursed lazily through her bloodstream it produced pleasant, warm sensations that began to flow through her lower body to her fat, little cunt, a cunt that had been fingered but never fucked.

Reverend James J. Gillis led the girl into his inner office, and office that was quite different from what most of his parishioners had seen. A white curtain enclosed a twenty foot square in the middle of the room and when he led the girl through a gap in the curtain she saw that this enclosure was brightly lit with a small sofa in front of a 42" wide-screen TV and a low padded bench. There was also a battery of cameras but they were mounted behind the bright lights so she didn't notice them.

"Now Beulah, sit here beside me and we'll watch an instructional video, one that will help prepare you for today's lesson. Just relax and look closely at the screen."

Beulah took another sip from the nearly empty glass. Relaxing was easy. She was almost falling asleep. And then Reverend Gillis was on TV speaking slowly in his deep, soothing voice and holding a small crucifix suspended by a chain. Her eyes followed the symbol of Christianity as it swayed back and forth.

"Obey me Beulah. You must do whatever I ask," he said and she looked at his TV image through heavy-lidded eyes awaiting his instruction.

Tell me dear, how do you feel?" As he spoke Gillis placed his hand on the girl's abdomen.

"Uh ... Oh Sir ... I feel kind of funny ... different." She said realizing that the screen was now blank.

"Is the feeling here?" JJ pressed his hand against her mons.

"Hanh! Oh Sir! Yes, it's there. What's happening to me?"

"You're growing up, Beulah. That's why these are getting bigger," and he cupped a firm, B-cup breast. Do you have hair down here?" And his other hand pressed once more into her groin.

"Uh ... yeah?"

"Well my dear you'll have to show me. Take off your clothes and sit beside me again."

The fourteen year old, naïve virgin was embarrassed but at the same time her nubile pussy was responding to the Threepeat, the florescent lips opening like a flower and her juices flowing as they did when she masturbated. She disrobed and all the while her unsullied sex tingled and palpitated warmly.

"You're a beautiful girl, Beulah," Gillis said when, completely naked, she sat down nervously beside him. "Do you play with yourself?"

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"This," and he guided her left hand to her lightly furred mons.

"Uh ... yeah ... but I'm not s'posed to."

"You certainly are, my dear," and the randy Reverend pushed her hand down between her legs. The first part of your lesson is to do it for me."

The youngster was torn between her rapidly dissipating modesty, the necessity of obeying her Minister and her need to quench the fire that the sweet drink had ignited in her belly.

She leaned back against the sofa and Gillis saw how her dark pussy hair contrasted with her ivory skin. And then he saw her pink lips. They bulged out, moist and swollen. With her middle and index fingers paralleled to her young slit the girl spread herself, revealing open, flowered inner lips. She held the lips apart with one hand while her other hand came down to toy and rub her clit. It was obvious to Reverend Gillis that the girl was not a novice at fingering herself. Was she still a virgin? He saw her eyes roll back in their sockets from the sheer pleasure she was administering to herself, and her clit extended from the knotted sheath of flesh like a white, shiny knob. A finger disappeared between her slippery inner lips and reappeared covered with glistening juices. She looked wildly at her Minister's hot eyes as her fingers slid up and down her slippery slit.

The preacher moved his hand down over her firm, tight belly and compliantly she moved her hand so that his fingers could touch her pussy. Her tight pussy yielded softly to his fingers and at as his knuckles touched the tender labia she jerked with pleasure. Lubricant poured forth so abundantly that it made a pool on the sofa between her widespread legs.

"You do this often don't you Beulah?"

"Mmmm," she purred, dipping one finger through the wet slippery gash of

her cunt. "Oooooh!" Her hips jerked up as the tip of her finger glided

over her blood-filled sensitive clit. "Unnnn!"

Trembling, she stroked her pussy, the tip of her tongue flicking over

her parted lips to keep them moist as she gasped air into her lungs.

Warm pussy-juice drenched her urgent fingers and the sweet scent of her

turned-on sex drifted up to make her Minister's head spin.

Beulah Brittain had never before felt as excited as she now was. This was partly out of her control, her adolescent libido burgeoning because of the sweet drink but it was due also to the strange, illicit thrill from having her Minister watching her.

She spread her legs wide, parted the satiny folds of her cunt wider and rolled her hips. The red glistening slit of her virgin cunt was completely displayed. She pinched her clit and shuddered as tiny spasms rippled through her writhing body.

Whimpering, Beulah rolled squirmed on the juice-wetted sofa cushion and when the Minister's hand closed over her firm breast she pushed her chest forward against it. Her nipples felt pleasurably sore as she rubbed them against the squeezing hand.

The young girl's naked, writhing body began to twitch sporadically. The insides of her cunt pulsed and oozed oily juices from the empty channel of her virgin fuckwell.

With her legs jerking frantically, Beulah raced wildly toward her climax. She clawed her clit with one hand, scratched the fingers of her other hand through her red sensitive pussy. Her nipples swelled as her Pastor rubbed them. She humped up, trembled, her orgasm a breath away.

"Oh Sirr! Rev'rend!" she gasped, her blue eyes widening. "Ooooh, I'm gonna ... cum!"

Gulping back her pounding heart, Beulah's fingers devastated her clit

and the opening of her virgin pussy. "I'm cumming," she moaned, "Ooooh ... I'm ... cumming."

The hot spasmodic orgasm swept over Beulah's writhing twisting body. The muscles inside her wet overheated cunt pulsed, gripping an imaginary cock. "I'm cumming ... unnnn."

"Ahhhh!" The girl sighed as her young body stiffened, quivered, then relaxed as she seemed to melt into the sofa. Panting, she sprawled there, tingling sensations seeping over her as the intensity of her orgasms left her weak, yet unsatisfied.

While Beulah was squirming through her hottest ever climax Gillis quickly took off his pants to free his sexual apparatus for the action yet to come. He rubbed the schoolgirl's naked body and then his hands slid under her and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, kneading her pneumatic asscheeks while her own hands continued to play with her swollen pussy.

The Pastor's' head was spinning. He fondled her writhing body, his mouth hungrily working over his young parishioner's neck. He kneaded her tits, his mouth working down her soft creamy body. His lips found the plump mounds of the defenseless teen's tits. He sucked hard, making Beulah whimper with growing appetite for her Minister's caresses. He chewed gently on rubbery her nipples, working his tongue over the hard bullet tips.

"Ooooh, Rev'rend! Rev'rend!" the girl panted as Gillis kissed his way down his parishioner's virgin body. Like a sex-doll she allowed him to ease her from the sofa to the low, padded bench and then she was flat on her back and he was lying off the end of the bench with his head between her legs.

The Pastor groaned and stared at the fourteen year old girl's pussy. Breaking a cherry was no longer a novel experience for him but his cock throbbed, grew and stiffened in anticipation. If she was still a virgin which he was beginning to doubt.

The prurient preacher sucked, using his tongue. She tasted sweet, innocent, and it drove him crazy. He slipped his hands under her jiggling ass, cupped her cheeks and squeezed. Warm juices flowed over his face. Beulah was like a firecracker ready to go off. She whimpered, her hips rolling, her hands skimming over her flesh. It was like a dream.

"I'm cumming again, Sirrr. Ooooh, I'm cumming!" Beulah humped up, rolling her hips. Her firm breasts heaved with her panting. "Ooooh, Rev'rend. I'm cumming! Do me! Do me!"

Did she understand what he was going to do to her? Was that the 'do' that she meant? Gillis slid his tongue into her cunt and hearing the young schoolgirl squeal with pleasure drove him wild. She was delicious and he sucked deeper, drawing her cuntlips into his mouth.

Beulah's cunt muscles pulsed against an empty channel. She shoved down and ground her cunt into her Minister's mouth. He held onto her ass and feasted on her virgin pussy. Twisted and bent, his cock ached. He gobbled on her pussy, found her clit and captured it between his teeth.

Beulah arched her back, slamming her pussy into her Minister's mouth. "Oohhhy Sirrr! Make me cum again!"

Beulah stiffened and fell back to the bed, a quivering mass of juvenile flesh. "Oooooh, Rev'rend! What are you doin' to me?"

Reverend James J. Gillis crawled higher on the bench until he was above the naked teen's defenseless body, his knees between hers keeping her spread wide for what was yet to come.

"Rev'rend? Oohhh Sirrr?" Beulah cried out when she saw the huge, white pole projecting out from the man's hairy groin and poised only inches from her pulsating pussy. "Too big! You can't," she cried out as she tried futilely to bring her legs together. Then she remembered that she had to obey and she allowed her legs to separate loosely.

It was time for the riskiest part of his well-planned sex play. With the remote he turned on the TV Gillis wanted to fuck her this instant. His cock was hard enough, but he wanted to observe the girl's reaction when she heard and saw him fucking her classmate Caitlyn. He brought his mouth to his drugged puppet's cunt, moaning as his lips clamped to her wet seeping pussy. His cock pressed against the edge of the bench, throbbing and anxious to fill Beulah's hopefully virgin fuckwell like he'd filled her mother's yesterday.

"Look at the TV Beulah. Watch something I taped especially for you."

Beulah jerked away when she felt the heat of the Minister's cock as it touched her soft, wet pussy but when she tried to wriggle away the man grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head to the bench.

Beulah tore her gaze away from the threatening fleshpole that was poised barely two inches above her swollen pussy to the large TV screen only three feet away. Immediately she recognized the girl who was sitting erect on a chair at a table in the centre of the picture. It was her classmate and new friend Caitlyn Fagan. What was going on?

The girl was looking around the small room, nervously biting her lip but after a few moments she reached across and took a book from the table beside her. The camera showed the gasp of surprise and the shocked expression on her face as she opened the book and saw what was inside.

The book was on an angle to the camera and slightly out of focus but Beulah could see that they were pornographic pictures of a man and a woman nakedly entwined in lewd sexual intercourse. The camera switched back to the girl's face as a slow change from amazement to wide-eyed excitement seemed to come over her.

The camera zoomed in on Caitlyn's face and Beulah could see her classmate's eyes slowly dilate and a smoky haze of passion begin to flicker through them. Her breathing sounded louder and she writhed on the chair. The camera lowered to the floor and viewed upwards under the table. The schoolgirl pulled her short skirt up slightly and inserted her middle finger up under the tight leg band of her nylon panties, gently stroking the barely hidden crevice of her vagina.