Chapter 16: Jumping Juicy Jan

The girl who, inadvertently, had caused her sister's defloration was still herself a virgin. Jan had been, at fifteen, an obese teenager like Sally. Now, however, after two years of careful dieting, she was a slender, shapely girl of almost eighteen. The only visible legacy of her former obesity was her breasts which were disproportionately large for her otherwise quite slim body. They were a cause of embarrassment to her not only because of their size, which made her very top heavy but also because, as she lost weight, they had lost some of their fullness and had become rather pendulous for a girl of her age. Of course, except for her boyfriend, nobody else had seen them, and her boyfriend seemed to like them, anyway. Except that, now, he was her former boyfriend.

Last night she had broken up Jim. It had happened before but, this time, she vowed it was for keeps. For almost six months she had been fighting off his advances. Reluctantly, at first, she had let him touch her and she, in turn, had also touched him. Their petting had become progressively more intimate and, for the last two months, they had been bringing each other to climax. The hunger in her loins which had tormented her since she turned thirteen was growing and it was getting more and more difficult to say no to him. Last night, at the same time as her younger sister was being deflowered and fucked, Jan was fighting off Jim's determined attempt to do the same with her. A month ago he had persuaded her to give him a handjob, the result had frightened and embarrassed her. She had, however, become used to the sight of his jetting gism and, although she felt somewhat guilty about it, she looked forward to the visible evidence of her effect on him. She also took a lot of guilty pleasure from his skilled fingers and usually had at least two orgasms before his occurred. These assuaged but in no way quelled the fire in her belly however. But there was no way she'd give in to him before marriage. She did not want to be a topic of locker room gossip and she was sure that, if Jim fucked her, he could not keep it to himself.

Just as her nearly nude, young body was convulsing, last night, he had suddenly climbed on top of her and tried to get his rigid member between her legs. Because her hands were holding it, he was unsuccessful as she brought him off before he could get into her. And, today, she was suffering from an attack of religion with the accompanying guilt over what she'd been doing for the past two months. And, perhaps prayer could help her overcome her almost constant thoughts of sex.

Father Murphy had not seen this girl before and, when she knelt in the confessional, he surreptitiously examined the pretty teenager.

The confession took a form similar to several he had conducted since he had perfected his technique. After hearing a rather understated story about her lewd transgressions, he ordered her to come to his office that night and, as with all the others, she acquiesced.

Jan was wearing a dress that fit snugly over her large breasts and loosely across her hips. Since her weight loss, all of her clothes fit that way. She was not wearing a brassiere because, when allowed to sag, unsupported, she did not feel that they looked as outsized as when they were uplifted by a bra.

When the cute, young blonde entered his office, Father Murphy told her to kneel by the sofa while he sat there, in front of her. Always before, in the confessional, Jan had felt she was alone, except for God. This was different and it made her very nervous. She was even more afraid, however, of what the priest was going to say about what she'd done.

That afternoon he had interrupted her confession without demanding details about her sinful conduct. She hoped she could be assigned penance without telling him everything.

"Now, my child," her confessor said as he turned off the overhead light, "You must confess every detail of your sinful actions if you want God's forgiveness. Tell me everything."

"Oh, Father? I let him touch me? And I touched him, too, sir?"

"Just where did he touch you, my child? And how?"

"Like, here? And here?" the girl said in a faint voice as she indicated her breasts and groin.

"And did you like it, Jan? Or did you feel sinful?"

"I? I felt sinful, sir. But I? I liked it, too?"

"That is not good, my child. Satan has certainly got a hold on you. Take my hand, Jan, and show me exactly where he touched you."

Shyly and apprehensively, the teenager took his hand and placed it on her bosom, outside her dress.

"Is that all, Jan? Did you keep him from putting his hand under your dress?"

"Oh, sir? I? I? No, Father. I let him? Like? I was letting him almost take off my clothes? I'm sorry, sir?"

"You must show me, my child." the horny cleric said in a soft tone of voice. "I can't help unless you do."

With fumbling fingers, the girl unbuttoned the top of her dress and her large, bare tits tumbled out into his hand. The priest cupped and hefted the heavily hanging fleshbags and felt the nipples become engorged and hard against his palm. He milked them gently and felt the growing tension in her shapely body.

"Did he touch you like this, Jan? Is this how?"

"Not exactly, Father? Like, he was a lot rougher?" she whimpered as she felt the familiar churning in her belly. The priest's gentle fondling was much more enjoyable than Jim's squeezing technique and, for a moment, the girl relaxed, dreamily.

"Does this make you feel like you want something more, my child?"

"Oh, no, Father. That is? Like? I don't know, sir? It's not the same as when he did it?"

"Is this all that he did, Jan?"

"No, Father. There was more. He touched me down there, too, sir?"

"Did he touch you under you clothes there, too, my child?"

I? I? Yes, Father, he did?" the young girl whimpered.

"That was very sinful, Jan. You must take my hand and show me what he did."

"Do you want me to? Like? Take off? Like?" she stammered.

"Whatever you did for him, Jan." the priest replied, still gently milking her pendulous mammaries.

The girl paused, wondering how she could do this in her kneeling position. "I'll have to get up, sir? Like? So I can take off my? my?" and his tit-milking hands urged her upper body higher so that she was kneeling upright before him. The innocent teen unbuttoned the rest of her dress and then peeled her flimsy panties down over her firm, round ass.

"Show me, my child. Show me where else he touched you." he directed and, with trembling grasp, the girl placed his hand on her silkily furred mons.

"Is that where he touched you, Jan? Just there?"

"Uh? Uh? Like? He touched me lower down, sir?"

The cleric slid his hand lower to the soft crevice of her labia and, to his satisfaction, found that the girl was already very wet and slick. "Oh, my child!" he exclaimed. "You're wet? That is not a good sign? Have you been getting lustful feelings while you are confessing?"

"I'm sorry, sir? I can't help it? OH SIR?!" she gasped as his finger found her erect clitoris.

"Just how did he touch you here, Jan. Use your hand and show me."

Nervously the young virgin placed her hand on his and directed it more firmly against her clit and then tried to get him to place a finger on the entrance to her vagina.

"Like that Father." she gasped breathlessly, her loins pervaded by the familiar feeling of passion. "And ... like? He put his finger in me ... just a bit ... AAHHH ... Oh, Father, yes ... like that?"

For almost a minute the priest teased her sensitive pussy and continued to fondle her heavy breasts. He could tell that she was becoming very aroused but he avoided taking her to her peak.

"Did anything happen to you my child when he did this?

"Sometimes, Father? ... Most times? ... Like? I'd get a feeling down here..." and she placed her hand on her bare, dimpled belly, "And? Like?. Oh, sir? I got that feeling now ... like I'm gonna ... you know? I'm on fire? And? Oh, Father? I'd say awful things, sir?"

"What did you say, Jan? I hope you didn't blaspheme or take the Lord's name in vain?"

"Oh, no. I didn't do that. But? But? I said dirty words, sir? I couldn't help myself?"

"That may not be too bad, my child." he said encouragingly as his fingers played in the slippery swamp of her pussy. "What did you say to him, Jan?"

I? ... I? ... Itold him I was going to ... to? To fuck his brains out when we got married, sir?"she stammered and then, as if getting the first words out had breached a dam of reticence, she added, "And I told him I'd suck his cock after he gave me a ring and?. And? I said I was going to make him fuck me ten times the first time he got his cock in my cunt on our wedding night? And I couldn't stop saying those things until he made me cum, sir?"

"Hmmmm ... You definitely have a problem, Jan? Some girls just aren't meant to wait too long to get married, you know. Now, my child, did you touch him? If you did, you have to show me that, too. Did you touch him down there?"

The shapely teenager was less afraid now, probably because her unwilled sexual arousal had clouded her thinking processes. And, so far, the priest had been mostly kind and considerate.

"Uh, yes, Father. I did? Do you want me? Like? Do you want me to touch you? To show you how I did it?"

"That's right, my child. I have to understand how both of you felt." the immoral cleric said softly as, with less hesitation than when she'd opened her dress, she reached under his robes.

The priest, with great difficulty, had managed to maintain his organ in a state of limpness. Although, when erect, it was of average size, when soft it was very small. Jan had held her boyfriend's penis many times over the past six months but it had always been hard when she touched it. Therefore, when she found the small, soft cylinder with her fingers, she looked up at him with surprise. And, before she could say anything, her eyes grew even wider in shocked amazement as the soft, pliant fleshtube rapidly grew longer, thicker and harder in her hand.

"Oh, Father? What did I do to you?" she gasped. "Oh, sir?"

"You're having lustful thoughts, my child. And your hand has communicated them to me." he replied. "Did you just hold his penis when you were together? Is that all?"

"Oh, no sir. I? Like? I did this, too?" and as his robe fell open, she began to pump it slowly, watching as his long foreskin pulled back from the purple tip and a clear fluid seeped from the tiny aperture. I'd do this and? and? Like? He'd shoot white stuff out of it, sir?"

Did you ever put your mouth on it, my child? Did you ever kiss it?" the scheming cleric asked as he increased pressure on her throbbing clit and tugged harder on her large, pendulous breasts.

"No! Oh, no sir! I didn't do that! But I told him I'd do it, sir? After we got engaged." she exclaimed breathlessly as her shapely hips began to move forward and back, frigging herself on his skillful fingers. Her own hand was, meanwhile, gripping his rock-hard staff more tightly and pumping it rapidly.

"Are you ready to do your penance, my child? Are you ready to make the sacrifice God wants in retribution for your sins of lust?"

"Hanh? Anh? Anh, Father? Hanh? Yes." the teenager panted as she pushed her silken haired pussy harder against his fingers.

The priest knew she was on the verge of her climax and, in her passion-weakened state she was completely vulnerable to his lewd intent. He slid down off the sofa and he lay back drawing her down on top of him so that she was sprawled, legs astraddle his hips. Her big, heavy tits hung and swayed above him like two pendulous melons.

Jan had released her grip on his cock as she fell forward and, in her present state of achingly impending climax, she didn't even notice that the hot prick was suddenly pressing against her pulsating labia.