Not long ago, this case came to our attention. The claim was that each of these girls had been sexually involved with the Reverend Mires. Some claimed rape, other girls admitted that they had gone willingly. Each story is different.
Ronnie D. Fourteen: "I went to the minister because I thought my father was trying to get fresh with me. But then, the minister showed me what a man was really like. He showed me what I shouldn't be afraid of. He did it all to me."
Tessie B. Thirteen: "I knew that I was pregnant. There wasn't anyone to turn to. I didn't even know whose baby it was. The minister helped me, but he made me pay for it. I had to let him fuck me and then, later on, I sucked him."
Ann E. Twelve: "I wanted to be in that choir with all my heart. I knew that the minister could help me. I made sure that I was alone with him and after he had taken my cherry, I knew that he would have to do it for me."
Ruby D. Thirteen: "I thought that they were acting lessons. He had his hands on my tits and he told me to let go. I just grabbed hold of his huge cock and rubbed hard. He came all over me the first time."
Velda M. Fifteen: "I wanted to be the choir soloist and I told him that I would do anything to get it. I got on his desk after I took my panties off and lay back. I felt his huge cock getting closer to my body. I sighed when he shoved it into me."
Sandy B. Fifteen: "I didn't know how to be a girl. I was lost. The minister taught me how. He taught me everything. From that first time that he pushed me down and took my cherry. I learned to love it."
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Ronnie D. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ronnie is a sensitive girl with long dark hair. Her eyes are large and very innocent looking. She agreed to tell us about her experience with the Reverend Mires. However, she was quite nervous when she did so.
There was some hesitation on her part until she became more comfortable with the interviewer. She finally, in a second interview, gave all the details of her involvement with the minister.
I didn't know anything about this, honestly. I was very upset just then and I needed to talk to someone. The minister was the only one I could think of to turn to. I know that he had helped other people out of their problems.
I guess I ought to tell you what happened to make me so upset. Well, I don't know why that one day should have been different from any other. The same things would happen almost all the time.
But not to the same degree that, it did that day. You see, my father drinks a lot. He is usually drunk, to be truthful. He's been this way for about four years now.
In the beginning, he would only drink on the weekends. He would get drunk on Friday night and stay drunk until Sunday. I swear, that's true. Then somehow, he would get up on Monday and go to work.
Now though, things are different. He gets drunk every day. I guess that he must start drinking pretty early in the morning. He smells of liquor almost right from breakfast.
It's hard to talk to him anymore. He lost two jobs so far, and now he's on the skids again. I know because I heard him telling my mother that his boss wants to see him. That usually means that he's going to get a warning before they fire him.
Anyway, this was some time ago, and he was still working at this other job. He was home one day, because he couldn't get out of bed. He had such a bad hangover that he couldn't get up.
My mother called his office and said that he was sick. I don't know if they believed her, but he was home. She went to work and I was on my way out too, You see, my mother has to work. Since Dad lost that first job, Mom doesn't trust him to bring money home.
I can't really blame her, you know. He doesn't care about anything when he's drunk and that's almost all the time. I guess that you could say he doesn't care about anybody.
There are three of us in the family. I mean, three children. I'm the oldest and there are two boys. My brothers are out of the house pretty much. Anytime that they can play outside or over at someone else's house, they go.
This day that my father was home, I got home from school before the other kids. He was sitting in the living room. I came in and said hello, but he didn't answer me. He was smiling at me kind of strangely.
I didn't know what it was all about, but I felt funny. I didn't pay any attention to the feeling though. After all, he was my father. I never knew about anything like that anyway.
But, when I went into my room, he followed me. I can't stand the smell of the liquor on his breath and I try to stay away from him when he's home. I can't help it, I get sick from the smell.
"Hi, Ronnie, honey. How's school these days?"
"Fine, Dad. Are you feeling any better?"
"I'm feeling just fine. Really good, in fact."
"That's good." I turned away from him to put my books down and he came after me again. This time, he was very close to me. He grabbed one of my arms and pulled me over to him.
I fought him away, but he was smiling at me funny again. He was almost drooling at me. I wanted to vomit right there. It was sickening.
"Dad, leave me alone. What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing, honey. Just want to hold my baby girl."
I realized what he was doing and then I got scared. He was trying to touch me and feel me. I wanted to hit him and run forever. I slapped at his hands, frightened that he might get to me.
But then, the door opened and my brothers came home. I called them into the room and he let me go. I went out with them. I didn't talk to him for over a week.
Inside I was dying. I couldn't look at him. He acted as though nothing had happened. I couldn't believe him. I didn't know what to do. I guess that I should have told my mother, but I wasn't sure that she would believe me.
I mean, my mother covers up for my father a lot. That's why she went to work. She told everyone that she was tired of staying home and wanted a career of her own. But she never said anything about my father to anyone.
Lots of times, she makes up stories for him and acts like he's just having fun. We don't see too much of Dad, since he's out or he's unconscious when he's home. I prefer it that way though.
So, when I couldn't sleep anymore, I decided that I had to talk to some one. I couldn't keep up in school anymore. I was thinking about it all the time. I had to talk to someone who could help me.
That was why I decided to go to Reverend Mires. He had helped other people, too. I knew about some of them. One of my girlfriends had a cousin who went to him for help when she was into some drug scene. He helped her, I heard. I figured that this would be nothing for him.
I made an appointment with the minister and he was very nice about it. I never had very much to do with him, except for the times when he would preach at church on Sundays. I went to church with my parents when I was very little. Now, I only go with my mother when she goes.
Just the same, Reverend Mires had been there for several years and I knew him from going to church. I figured that he could help a little anyway. He must have seen things like this happen before. I hoped that he had.
I didn't want to think that my father didn't love me anymore, or wanted me in some terrible way. He was drunk when he did that, I know, but that wasn't good enough for me.
He got drunk all the time. It could happen again at anytime. What was I supposed to do about that? He might do it when I was asleep or something like that. I was afraid of going to sleep with him in the house.
I called Reverend Mires and he was very nice to me. He told me to come over when it was convenient for me. I rushed right over after school one day. I was there by two thirty, even though I get out of school at two-ten.
I went into his study and he smiled at me when I sat down. He made me feel so good just being there. But, when I was sitting down. I just didn't know how to say the words.
"Why don't you tell me what has you upset, Dear?"
"I just don't know how to say it to you, Reverend."
I looked down at my lap. I was holding my hands in my lap, clutching them tightly. I was awfully nervous, all of a sudden. How was I going to say the words? I just couldn't.
"Is it something about your sex life, dear."
"Well, yes and no."
"That doesn't make any sense. Either it does or it doesn't."
"It shouldn't, Reverend. But it does. It's my father. . . "
I started to cry then, and the reverend came over to me. He sat down next to me and put his arms around me. He was holding me and I cried for ten minutes without stopping. He wiped my tears with his big handkerchief and I felt so safe in his arms. It had been so long since I was able to do that with my father. I don't think I had been able since I was very little.
He held me tightly, making me feel secure. I didn't worry about things when I was with him. It was really like that. He held me without talking until I could stop crying completely.
"Now, can you talk about it, Ronnie?"
"I think so, Reverend. I may be making more of it than it is, but that's not the point."
"Just tell me what happened, and let me decide.'.
"Well, my father drinks. You may know that. I know a lot of people do. But anyway, he's usually drunk a lot. I came home from school one afternoon when he had been home from work and we were alone in the house. And then, he followed me into my bedroom."
"What did he do to you?"
"He started to put his hand on me and pulled me close to him. I realized what he was doing and I got scared."
"Now, where was he touching you."
I wanted to run away. I didn't want to think about it, but the minister insisted on me reliving the incident. I told him where my father had his hands. I was embarrassed to even say the words though.
"On my waist, and on my side. Right here, by my breast. He was trying to get to my breasts, I know that."
"Well, now, let me try that. Perhaps there was some other reason why he did it that we can figure out.'.
I didn't believe it when the minister put his hands on my body. He was pressing his hands on me and I didn't know what to do. He wasn't forcing me at all. He wasn't smiling or trying to be funny with me.
So, when he was being so serious, I figured that just like a doctor, a minister has to do some things even if he doesn't like them. I let him touch me there, and then, I felt funny. He wasn't stopping.
I He had his hands on my breasts. He kept running them over my breasts, and finally I got scared of what he was doing.
"Reverend Mires, I don't think this is proper for you to do. I was only telling you what happened with my father.. "
"And would you have me condemn the man without experimenting what he did and try to figure out why he did it?"
"No, of course not, Reverend."
I sat there, and he ran both hands over my tits. I was getting to feel strange. I was getting aroused by the way that he was doing it. I didn't know what to do. I felt awful, like I was some kind of monster for getting excited by what the minister felt he had to do.
"Does that arouse you, Ronnie?"
"Reverend Mires! That's terrible. Of course it doesn't."
"Then why are you getting so flushed?"
He smiled at me then, and I wanted to go under the floor. I didn't know what to do and so I just put my eyes down. I looked down and what I saw made me jump. I was looking at this great big lump in his pants. He had a big hard-on.
"What's the matter, dear? Haven't you seen a man with an erection?"
"No, Reverend. Honest. I never have at all. I.. . "
"Don't be concerned. I can see that you are upset and. I want to teach you some things so that you can cope with the situation at home."
I listened to what he had to say and I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"I want you to know what it's like to have a man make love to you. Then you won't be that upset if your father does try that with you."
"But, Reverend, I didn't expect you to do something like this!"
"What would you like to do? Move away from home on suspicions of such a serious accusation? Have your father put into jail? Break up your home?"
I sat there, realizing that the minister made some sense. I felt awful about it, but he was right, after all. I let him touch me after that.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ronnie was able to continue with her story after the second time she saw us. She was upset about what had happened, but she was able to tell it with some degree of accuracy and detail.
She showed little emotion during this interview, having gotten the beginnings of this heavy burden off her chest.
We were in his office, but the minister told me that we would have tp go into the back room of the house. He said that he did not want to be interrupted in such an important appointment.
There were a few people around, but they looked as though they were leaving. The minister's assistant had some people in himself and I hurried along the corridor with the minister.
I felt funny then, I didn't know what to do but follow him and do whatever he had in mind. He was there, walking ahead of me and I suppose that I could have run away from him.
He didn't force me into the room or tie me up. He just told me that it would be the best thing and I believed him. I didn't know what I know now. I was too frightened to leave. He was the only one that I could talk to.
We went to the room and he snapped on the light. It was a small room that I had never seen before. I didn't go into the rectory very much, I admit, though I can't say that it was terrible place where he would harm me. So, when he got into the room, he pulled the curtains. It was cold outside and I appreciated the warmth of the room. It was mid-winter. I had boots on, though it wasn't snowing or anything.
"Why don't you take your clothes off? I will do the same and then we can begin. If you don't want to, say so now. I think doing only half a job would traumatize you more than anything, Ronnie."
"Of course, Reverend Mires. Whatever you say."
I turned around. I felt so funny. I was getting undressed in front of the minister. Something should have been wrong. I guess, but I didn't think of anything like that.
I took off all my clothes and then I sat down on the couch that was in the small room. It was furnished kind of strangely. There wasn't much furniture at all in the room.
As a matter-of-fact, the couch was the only big piece of furniture in the room. There were some tables there but I didn't get a chance to look around too much.
I watched, fascinated while the minister got undressed. He had a real shirt under his front piece. He took that off and then he stripped to his shorts. That big bulge wasn't that big anymore.
Then he took off his shorts and he was completely naked. It was warm in the room though, and I didn't mind the feeling of being naked. I don't think that I had been naked before.
Well at home, the only time I'm naked is when I'm getting into the shower and then drying off. I get into a nightgown when I get undressed and there's no time to be naked in the house. I always think of it as wicked.
But here we were, naked, and all alone. The door was locked and there weren't that many people around, anyway. He came over to the couch and took me in his arms. He kissed me on the mouth. I couldn't believe it when his tongue forced it's way into my mouth. I had only kissed some of my boyfriends like that.
He didn't stop there, though. He was working his hands all over my body when he kissed me. He touched my back and my arms. Then he rubbed his hands over my thighs. He was rubbing his fingers into my pussy hair.
I automatically opened my legs. I don't know why. I hadn't been with a guy ever before that, but I did it for him. He worked his fingers into my pussy hair and then into the lips.
I found out that I was getting excited. I was glad that he was fingering my cunt. I wanted some action. I never had it done to me ever. I used to pet with the guys sometimes, but we never got that far.
After he finished kissing my mouth, he brought his head down further and started to kiss my tits. I jumped when he took one of my nipples into his mouth. I didn't know that a man would want to do that.
He didn't do anything when I jumped. He only kept on sucking that nipple. He was licking it and sucking on it like crazy. I felt these strange feelings all through my body. Really, I felt something in my pussy, too.
He licked at both my tits and caressed them with his fingers. I was going crazy from that strange feeling I had. But he didn't stop and I started moving around, without even realizing it.
"You're a hot little one, aren't you, Ronnie?"
"I don't know, minister. I don't know."
"I think you are. You'll make a good lover."
"Thank you sir, if that's a compliment."
"Oh, it is, my dear. Very much so."
He continued sucking my tits and the feeling in my pussy got worse. I was about to work my own fingers in there the way that I did sometimes when I was all alone in my room.
But he did that for me. He was squeezing my thighs and rubbing his hands all over my legs too. He was working his way up toward my pussy. I could feel him making his way up there. I wanted him to touch me there. I was really excited about that then.
He scratched across my thighs, and I almost jumped. I moved sharply and felt his cock bang into me. He didn't make me do anything to him, just yet. He was only making love to me. I enjoyed the feeling a lot.
"You like that, don't you, Ronnie?"
"Yes, now I do, Reverend. I really like it."
"Good. Because I'm going to go all the way with you right now."
I didn't know what he was talking about completely. I had an idea of what he meant, but I didn't say anything more just then. I wanted to feel his fingers in my cunt.
He slid his fingers across my legs and then, he parted my pussy hair with his fingers. He was kissing me and licking across my tits and doing everything at once, he was making me go crazy.
He pulled my pussy lips apart and then started to stroke my clit. He went back and forth over it. He was rubbing me and I was getting wetter and wetter. I was almost embarrassed. I didn't know what was supposed to happen, though, so I couldn't be upset.
He slipped his finger down into my pussy. Deep. He slipped one finger right into my hole then. I stiffened as I felt it go into me. I wanted something in there and I didn't even know it.
He was getting me awfully aroused. I had no idea that this was what it could be like when a man made love to a girl. It was terrific. I wanted to feel him touch me then. I wanted to feel his fingers spreading my pussy apart.
He did this fast now. He slid his finger in and out of my cunt. He worked it in and out of that tight place and I felt so good. I was moving all around like crazy then on his finger.
"You are going to love what I'm going to do to you, Ronnie. Just wait for it."
"I can hardly, wait, Reverend."
He pushed his finger deeper into me and I yelled out then. He was driving deep into my pussy. But it hurt a little when he did it. I was wet with my own juices but still it hurt a little.
Over and over again, he thrust his fingers into my pussy. I wanted him to keep doing it, but he took them out. He pulled my hand down to his cock now, and put my hand all around it.
"Squeeze it, dear. Rub it up and down. Ah, that's it."
I closed my hand around his cock just the way that he told me to, and it just felt natural to do what I was doing with him. I rubbed his hard cock in my hand up and down. He moaned when I did it and closed his eyes.
"I want this thick cock inside you, Ronnie. Then you'll know what it is like for someone to fuck you. A real man."
"I want it, Reverend. I really do."
I didn't want him to stop fingering me. He had taken them out of my pussy when I started fooling with him and I wanted him to do it again. I was pushing my ass upwards toward his hand, but he didn't take the hint.
I kept moving all around. And I tried to get his attention. There wasn't anything that he would do to me. He was lightly rubbing across my tits then. But it was nothing like before.
So, I started to rub his cock more and more. He seemed to like it a lot. I wanted him to like it enough to start touching my vagina. I was getting angry, not hot, anymore.
Maybe he sensed it. He started to touch me again. I noticed that his cock was very big right now. He was bigger than when I started to rub him. I didn't believe it at first, but it was true.
"Now we're ready to start teaching you, Ronnie."
I didn't say anything. I wanted some action from him. I was hot and horny by now and he was letting me down. I wanted to feel his fingers into my pussy again making me feel really good. That's what I wanted.
But instead of putting his fingers into my pussy, he laid me down on the couch. He stretched me out the length of the couch and then came on top of me. It was crazy to be under the preacher this way.
He was rubbing his hips up and down and I could feel his cock getting closer to my pussy. I didn't suspect that he would do what he did though. He opened my pussy lips with his fingers, and then I felt the tip of his cock up against my clit.
I jumped when I felt that. I jumped and pushed onto his cock. I gasped. The head felt so big that I didn't know what to do. I was lying under him. He was looking down at me and shoving his thick cock into my pussy.
It was something else then. He moved in a circular motion driving his cock into my hole, deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the feeling was coming back and it was worse. I mean that I wanted him more now than when he was just using his finger.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. I wanted to force him into my pussy then. I really did. He had made me so excited that I wanted to push myself onto his cock.
He was just inside the opening then. He was spreading me so wide that I didn't believe it. The only thing that I would put up there sometimes was my finger. I never did it the way that he had done it before, though.
He was pushing into me and then, I felt the discomfort again. I didn't know what to do, but before I could do anything, I felt a sharp pain.
"Ow!"
"Does that hurt you, Ronnie dear?"
"Yes. Ow! That hurts!"
The minister pulled his cock out a little and the pain eased. But he was only pulling out to get a good shot. He slammed back into me and I screamed. He put his hand over my mouth.
The pain was bad and then, he ripped through my pussy. I tried to twist away from his hand over my mouth, but he started to talk to me instead.
"It's all over now, Ronnie. I just ripped your cherry. I just popped it."
I looked at him. I didn't know what to say. I Had thought about it before, but not that way. I mean, the minister had just popped my cherry. I was lying there, with my legs spread wide open and his cock halfway into my virgin pussy.
I stopped crying then, cause the pain went away. He was pushing into my pussy very gently just then, and he brought back the good feelings. He was rubbing like crazy against my cunt and clitoris and I loved the feeling.
He pushed into me deeply now, and I gasped from the feeling. I felt something go through my pussy and the feeling went all through my body. My fingers were tingling. I didn't know what to do, but without realizing it, my bottom started to move.
It was funny. Like it did it all by itself. I was moving my ass around, driving his cock deeper into me. I liked the feeling of that thick thing inside me. It was so thick that it barely fit there, anyway.
I was tight all around him and he kept thrusting into me like crazy after that. He made me open my legs more and then, he told me to throw them over his back. When I did that, I opened up like crazy. His cock went all the way in.
"What a lively and lovely cunt, Ronnie. I am enjoying this lesson for you."
"I love it, Reverend."
"Move around on that thick pole, dear. Get all the good for yourself."
I started to do just what he told mc to do. I was moving around and I could feel his hands on my body. He was holding my' shoulders now, pushing down on them so that I went all the way down on him.
Then he pushed his hands under my ass and started moving it with his hands. He was working me like crazy. I was open so far and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. He was spreading my pussy open like crazy.
I felt as though I might come right then. I felt something start in my pussy. It was like an itch. I started to work like crazy to get more from him, but it was awful. I couldn't get better.
He was driving his cock into me then, and I loved feeling what he was doing to me. He was going to make me come. I knew that if he kept on doing whatever he was doing, that I could come real soon.
The he started grinding into me like a madman. He was getting hot and he was breathing really hard.
"You see, Ronnie. A man can take only so much. Then he has to come. Like right now."
"I'm going to make it too, Reverend."
"Good, because I'm going to shoot you full of come."
That made me get hotter. I was grinding around on his cock now, all by myself. He was working his cock into me to get the best things for himself, I think. He was grinding away, making sure that he stretched my poor pussy all the way.
Pretty soon, I felt his cock start to shake. He was breathing hard and then he went crazy. He was pounding his cock into me like crazy. He was banging into me like a wild man. I was being banged apart.
"Here it is, Ronnie. A man's come! Ahh!"
He slammed into me and then I felt this gush of hot stuff pouring into me. I yelled out and then, I felt myself go over. I was having the greatest come of my life. He was making me come all over his cock.
I was so wet with his come that I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what else to do but come all over him like that. He was shooting into me more and more. I banged my hips into him and felt my pussy go crazy.
There wasn't anything to do but let it happen. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I was being fucked by the minister and feeling great when he did it. I loved feeling what he was doing to me.
He panted on top of me while he shot the last of his come into me. He grunted while he did it to me. He made me take the last of it and then he fell on top of me. He was really tired, I could tell.
He just lay there, but I hadn't finished my come. I was wriggling under him, trying to get the most of it. I wanted to keep fucking forever. I loved what he had taught me. I liked it a lot.
But there wasn't any way that he would move, so I stopped. Most of my come had been finished anyway. I just like it so well that I wanted more of it, you see. That was all that it was.
He pulled his wet pecker out of me and I couldn't believe the feeling in my pussy. I was a little sore, but I felt so good. I felt like I had been lying in the sun. You know that toasty feeling after you get a good tan? That's what it was like.
There was a little sink in the room and the minister got up and washed off first. Then he came over to me with a wash cloth. He washed away all the cream that was on my legs and stuff.
I didn't realize that I really bled. The cloth was stained pink when he washed me off. I looked at it and then at him.
"That's your cherry, dear. It's gone. It was mine."
He didn't say it mean or anything like that. He was just telling me what it was all about. He helped me dry off and then he got dressed. We talked a bit more, and I found out that I wasn't worried about my father anymore.
It wasn't that I wanted to do something with him. It was just that I forgot about it. I didn't worry about him. I was thinking about what I had done with the minister and that was all.
Really, nothing ever happened with my father. Things are as bad as they were then, but he never tried anything with me again. I make sure that I stay out of his way now, though.
I'm too busy with my boyfriends to worry about him anymore. I have to thank the preacher for what he did for me. He helped me when it was a bad time for me. I don't know what else to call it. You say it was bad, but it helped me then.
CONCLUSION
Ronnie gave us the details of her involvement with the Reverend. He managed to cover himself so that the girl ended up by telling us that he seduced her, which is still a crime since she was under-age, but not the same as rape.
This was the first of many similar stories. Her parents did not know of the incident since she did not tell them about it. She had her own problems to tend to and they, theirs.
She shows no scars from the incident and from her own testimony is grateful to the minister for helping her when she needed it.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Tessie B. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young girl seemed very undisturbed by the news of the minister's problems. She agreed to tell her story only because she said that she got a kick out of people knowing about it.
Of course, she asked that her true identity be withheld, but when assured that she would not be identified to anyone, she agreed eagerly. Her story relates many intimate details, but she showed no upset concerning that.
I've been going out with boys for a while now. I started seeing this guy about a year ago, and I flipped for him right away. He wanted me to fuck with him, and so I decided that I had been a virgin long enough.
It was something great, I tell you. We fucked like crazy all the time. Every time that I saw him, we made sure that we had time to fuck. I loved doing it with him.
But then, I met someone new and I liked him better. I had a fight with my first boyfriend, and we broke up. I wanted to see both of them, but he got really angry. So, fuck him. I didn't need him.
My new boyfriend was nice, but he didn't stay around too long. Before I knew it though, I was getting dates from a lot of guys. They all wanted to fuck though. That's all that they wanted to do.
Well, I got a lot of fun out of it. I went to movies and had sodas bought for me, but I did a lot of fucking for it. I didn't mind that so much. After all, I was getting as much fun out of it as the guys were.
Then one day, I got nervous, because I didn't get my period. I should have and I was late. I was two weeks late and I got really scared. I didn't know what to do about it.
You see, my folks think that I don't do this kind of thing. I never bother to hassle with them, since they wouldn't let me go out if they knew about it. Then I got scared. Really scared.
I mean, I didn't know whose kid it was. I didn't even know what to do. I couldn't ask any guy to help me because I was out with a lot of them and they all knew it. I found that out from one of my girlfriends.
I didn't know what to do. After all, my parents were kind of big in the church and that would have killed them. Anyway, I didn't know what to do about it. I knew that I had to talk to someone about it, but there wasn't anybody who could help.
I guess if I had been older, I could have asked one of the boys to help me, but at thirteen, I didn't know what to do and whom to go to. But I knew that I needed someone who could really be confidential about it.
So, I decided that I would have to trust someone. I figured that maybe the minister would be able to help. I didn't think about getting an abortion just then. I mean I figured that I was pregnant, but I never even went to a doctor.
I called on the Reverend Mires after school one day. I had gotten so bad that I didn't see anyone anymore for a while. I wasn't eating or anything. I was happy when my mother said that I was looking very bad, like I had a virus or something.
I told them that it was the virus and I would be better in a few days. I couldn't think of telling them the truth. They would have hated me. I would have disgraced them.
The minister was very nice to me. He told me that I could come into his office and talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. He was very nice. After all, he knew my folks pretty well.
"Reverend Mires, I have a big problem and I don't know what to do."
"Nothing is too big for the Lord, Tessie."
"I sure hope not. I'm pregnant."
He just looked at me. I don't know why he didn't say anything. He could have yelled at me and there wasn't anything that I could have done about it. He could have done anything he wanted to, but he just looked at me.
"Are you sure?" How far gone are you?"
"I'm sure, but I don't know how much. I guess about a month and a half. I think, that is."
"You haven't been to a doctor?"
"No! How could I go to a doctor? In this town? Everybody would know the next afternoon."
"Unfortunately, you are right. Everyone would know."
"Can you help me, Reverend? I'll do anything if you help me. I'll be good.. . "
"We'll worry about that later on, Tessie. First of all, I have to make some arrangements."
He scribbled something on the pad in front of him. Then he looked up at me and smiled. I guess that I looked terrible, "You needn't have to worry. If it's early, we can have an abortion."
"Reverend. Are you sure?"
"Of course. Now, you must promise not to say anything of this to anyone. Is that understood?"
I nodded and he continued telling me just how it would have to be.
"Now, if you tell anyone, I will deny the whole thing and everything will be off. Then you will have to help yourself out."
"Don't worry, Reverend. I won't tell anyone at all.' He picked up the phone and dialed some number. I think that it was long distance because there were a lot of numbers that he dialed. He waited and then someone must have answered the phone.
"I have someone for you. Thirteen. She doesn't know. Monday? Just a minute."
He put his hand over the receiver and spoke to me.
"Can you get off from school on Monday? During the morning?"
"Sure. I think so. I'll just get sick."
"Okay. She can make it." He spoke into the phone again. I waited until he finished and then he looked at me.
"This should be fine. We'll go for the test and then, if it's positive the week after there will be the abortion."
He paused for a moment and looked at me very seriously.
"Is there any chance that you might want the baby?"
"No! No, I don't want that thing. I. .I don't. . . "
"What is the matter, Tessie?" I felt awful, but I had to convince him that I didn't want that thing inside me. I started to cry when I said it because it made me feel bad.
"I don't even know who's baby it is!"
I put my hands to my face and cried then. I had wanted to cry for some time, but I never let myself. I didn't want my mother asking questions or getting suspicious about why I wasn't feeling good. I had to hide it.
I can cry like anything and that's just what I did. I just let go and cried my heart out. The minister came over to me and put his arms around me. I cried into his arms. He held me that way.
He was kneeling beside the chair that I was sitting in and he felt wonderful tome. I liked holding him close to me like that.
"There, go ahead and cry it all out. It must have been terrible for you."
"Oh, it's been murder for me. I haven't been able to sleep for anything!"
"I believe it. You must be tired. Why don't you come over here and lie down?"
I got up from the chair and went over to the couch that the minister motioned to He had gone over to the door and locked it. I saw that. He locked it and came back to me.
I didn't suspect anything just then, but he came over and sat on the couch. He stroked my hair and I closed my eyes. Then he grabbed hold of one of my tits. I opened my eyes.
"Now, don't be concerned, Tessie. You know enough about a man to know that he can't help himself when he gets excited. You know what it's all about."
"I do?"
"Sure. If you were doing something to get pregnant, you know what it is about and we can have a nice friendship."
"We can, minister?"
He was stroking my chest now and then he went to my legs. I figured that he would stick his fingers up into my pussy. I was lying there, and J realized what was happening. He was asking for a lay for doing something for me.
"You see, Tessie, you need some help and I can help you. That would make us friends.
Good friends. Good friends help each other."
"You mean that you want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Does that upset you dear."
"No, not at all."
He smiled at me and brought my hand down to his crotch. I felt his cock. He had a real big hard-on just then. I closed my hand around it as far as I could and he sighed, like he was really enjoying it.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, dear? We'll be alone for a while."
I started to take off my clothes then. He did the same. I was waiting to see how big his cock really was. Through his pants, it felt huge. I wanted to see for real just how big it was.
When he took his pants off, I gasped. It was the biggest thing that I had ever seen. None of the boys that I knew had peckers like that one. Believe me, I know. I looked at it as he pulled his shorts off and I knew that I was going to enjoy that fuck.
"That's the biggest prick I've ever seen in all my life, Reverend Mires."
"Thank you, my dear. I hope it feels good to you."
"Oh, I bet it will. I can't wait. I haven't fucked in over a week and a half."
He looked at me and I knew that he was taking in my tits and my pussy. I don't have the greatest tits in the world, but most of the guys like to squeeze them and suck on them.
He came over to me and touched me all over, he was rubbing me all over. He put his hands on me and I thrilled to it when he did it. It was really great. He bent his head down and he licked across my tits. I jumped when he did that.
"You like that, don't you Tessie?"
"That feels great. Do it again, will you?"
He did it again and this time, it felt better and I couldn't believe how good it was. He knew how to make a girl feel good. But then, he got really bad and he started to flick his finger across my clit. It was wild.
He just opened up my legs and started to finger me there. He was working his finger into the cream in my pussy. I was getting real wet. I hadn't had a cock in me for a while and I was super horny when I saw his thick cock.
I wanted him to do it to me right then. I really did. That was the best thing that I could think of. I was getting really horny just lying there, even with his thing so far away from me.
So, I grabbed hold of it and pulled it up and down. I wanted to make him horny for me. I wanted to get his cock so hot that he would have to shove it into me. It looked so great to me.
Well, he was sitting on the side of the couch. I was lying down on it. He was over me sort of. He was rubbing my tits and then playing with my pussy. I opened my legs as far as I could, giving him a hint that I wanted his cock inside me.
Then when I grabbed hold of that thick cock, he squirmed and moved over closer to me. He rubbed his cock head up against my thigh. I moved against him and felt the hardness of it against my soft leg.
I rubbed him up and down against my thigh, and he sighed when I did it. I knew that he wanted it too, but I guess that he could wait for it better than I could. Then I saw a drop of come squeeze out of his cock and I knew that I wanted to taste it.
I pulled myself down next to his cock and he finally let me go. He waited for me to do whatever it was that I wanted to. He didn't know that I wanted to suck him. Since he wasn't giving me the fuck that I wanted right then, I figured that some playing around wouldn't hurt.
I took his cock head in my mouth. He grunted when I did it. He loved it, I could tell. He pushed his cock closer to my mouth. It was huge when I tried to suck him. I realized it then.
I sucked at him as hard as I could and he moaned over and over.
"Oh, Tess, you know how to suck a man off. What a mouth you have!"
"Thank you, Reverend."
I was flattered that the Reverend liked what I did to him. He was squirming around, pushing his cock further into my throat. Only, I couldn't take most of it. I rubbed the rest with my hands, and he liked that too.
"You know how to do everything, Tessie. We can be really good friends."
I didn't say anything because of his big cock stuffed into my mouth. I just licked around the head, sticking my tongue right into the pee hole. I loved doing that, and besides I got some more come.
I sucked and pretty soon, my mouth started to ache. I was getting awful tired of just sucking. I wanted something in my pussy. I wasn't in line with his mouth, so I didn't get any action from him that way.
I started rubbing his balls and then I went all the way around to his asshole. I was determined to get something out of him. I pushed my finger all the way up his asshole for a minute, and even though he yelled out, I knew that he liked it.
"You are something else, Tessie. How often do you get it."
"Usually at least once a day.
I like to fuck a lot, Reverend."
"I believe it. This problem must really be a drag for you."
"You bet. It sure is. I want some action for my pussy, though."
I was talking to him and I wasn't sucking his cock just then. He pulled me up to him and I was thrilled when he did that. I was tired of sucking. I wanted that slippery cock inside my tight pussy.
"I've played around long enough, Tessie. Now the real thing."
He pulled me on top of him and I was straddling him. Now, I know how to do it in lots of ways so I knew what to do. I was kneeling over him and he pulled me right up to his cock.
He made sure that I was right for the start. Then he opened my pussy lips. His cock was so slippery that I didn't believe the feeling when he pushed into me. I let him, and his cock head shoved its way right into my opening.
I never knew what big meant until I had the Reverend. He had to shove and push to get his cock into me. I fought right back. I pushed down with all my might, making it easier for him.
I loved the feeling of forcing to get that cock into me. I loved the idea of being so tiny for him. He was huge ail right. He was more of a man than I ever fucked before.
Then I came down hard on his cock and it slipped into me all the way. I gasped when it happened. It was so big and so thick that I felt as though it was the first time I had been fucked.
Then I started to ride him. I came up on his cock and I looked down to see it. It was glistening from my pussy juices and that made it look better. I forced myself down and he pulled me down on his cock then. It was really fabulous.
I was trying to get all that I could out of him. I rode up and down on his cock, going crazy from the great feelings he gave me. I loved riding him and I did it faster than I ever did before. Up and down, I rode his thick pole. I was pumping like wild to get that come out of him and into me. I wanted to feel him shoot up into me. It didn't matter now since I was probably pregnant, anyway.
I love to screw without anything on. I love to feel a guy shoot his load into me. That really makes me fly. I can get off a lot easier when a guy is shooting right into me.
I was going up and down on him and then he started to grunt a little. He was getting really hot. He wanted to fuck me badly, that I know. He was hot for my pussy, too. He didn't know how hot I was for him. We were fucking away like crazy and one of us had to pop soon. We couldn't keep fucking like we were doing without it happening. I felt so wild that I wanted to cream all over that fat cock.
I was working my body all around and then, he started to grab hold of my tits. I almost yelled out when he did that. I wanted to come for him. I wanted to come on him.
He was rubbing my nipples between his fingers and his thumb. I loved it. He was squeezing and it didn't even hurt. It only felt good to me.
"That's the way, Reverend. Make me come like that!"
"I'm really ready to shoot into you, little miss. You know that?"
"I hope so. I'm so damn hot for you!"
To show him that I meant what I was saying, I ground my cunt all over his cock. He couldn't take it and he started to pump into me like mad. He was grunting and giving me as much cock as he could. He was hot, all right.
I was going like crazy and then, he started to hum right up into me. He was going fast and I knew that he was going to pop before I did. I worked like crazy on him and then, right then, he started to "cream right inside me.
"Take it you little fucking angel! Take all this come!"
Then he slammed his cock into my hot box and he reamed me out. The cream was shooting out into me and I felt my own come start from that. I don't know if you know what I'm talking about. But to have that cock shooting up into me, I went just plain wild.
I rode him like nobody ever did before, I bet. I was hot and sexy and my pussy was starting to feel really good from the fucking that I was getting. It was feeling really great.
"That's right, fuck me! Fuck me and make me come, Reverend!"
He screwed his hips into me then and I felt his cock grind all around in my cunt. It was wild. I yelled and screamed as the come started. It was crazy. Really crazy.
I was pouring my cream all over his cock and that thing was getting me wetter than I had ever been. I had never been fucked by a real man's cock. I only had boys doing it to me. I knew that it had to be better the first minute that he shoved it into me.
I was going crazy until the last bit of come was out of him and I was so tired of fucking that I just collapsed on top of him. My legs ached from straddling him. He is a big man and his legs were open part of the time. It was some fuck.
We were all wet and we just stayed there for a little while. I guess that he knew no one would be coming in for a while. Well, finally we got up and I cleaned up with his handkerchief. I never saw such a big handkerchief, either.
I told him that I would see him on Monday morning. We made arrangements to meet. He said that he would write an excuse for me if I needed one. He could always get me out of school.
I actually went out that weekend and had a good fuck again. I was feeling better about the whole thing. Really. I felt as though he was going to help me. I figured that I was pregnant for sure, but I didn't let that bother me.
INTERVIEW TWO
She was very confident and very eager to give credit to the minister. She knew that she would not have been able to take care of her trouble without his help. Her story continues.
I met the minister at the rectory early in the morning and we drove out of the area. I don't know where we went exactly. I remember that I was kind of nervous. I had never had an examination by a doctor before. You know, a female doctor.
We talked on the way over, but it was mostly little things. About school and the picnic that was supposed to come up soon. It was kind of serious though. The Reverend didn't make funny jokes or anything like that.
When we got to the doctor, we went in the back way. The Reverend waited outside in the car and I went into the doctor's office. There was no nurse there, just the office.
I sat down and the doctor came out of the office door.
"Come in here, please."
She told me to get undressed and that she was going to do a pelvic examination. I was scared out of my mind, but I did whatever she said. He was poking around in there and I felt every bit of it.
She came up from my pussy with a stern look on her face. She took some blood next and then told me that I could get dressed. I was awfully scared waiting for her to tell me something.
"I think you are pregnant, young lady. I would say that an abortion would be the safe way to go right away."
I was scared all right. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to talk to the minister. I wanted him there. I didn't know this doctor at all. She was a stranger to me. And she was telling me to do it now.
Then the doctor went outside and I don't know what she was doing. Then the Reverend came in and they sat down and talked. I listened as best I could, but I couldn't hear too well.
After that little talk, the Reverend came in and told me that it was time to go. I followed him into the car. He drove off and I noticed that we weren't taking the same road back.
"Well, what do you think?"
"She thinks that you're pregnant. The sooner we have this thing over with, the better. But she will have the test done to be sure."
I sat there, frozen in the seat. Suddenly, I felt sick. I felt awful, to be truthful. I felt sad and awful. I wanted to cry. But I had to go back to school. I started to cry a little. The minister stopped the car on the side of the road and looked at me.
"What is the matter? Have you changed your mind about the baby?"
"No, not at all. I just feel so awful. I don't know why, but I do."
He put his arm around me and I cried into his shoulder. I just kept crying. He didn't tell me to stop or anything like that. He was so nice to me. But, when he held me, I started to remember what had happened the week before.
I didn't want to think about it, but I was getting horny for him again. I wanted to feel his arms around me and his cock in me. After all, I was pregnant anyway. It didn't matter anymore now, I couldn't get pregnant twice at the same time.
"Why don't we go back to the rectory? It's quiet there and we can sit and just be together. Does that sound all right to you, Tessie?"
"Sure. I just don't want to be alone right now. I don't want to be alone at all. I feel scared."
"Don't worry. I won't let you be alone now."
He looked at me and kissed me on the cheek. Then he started the car and even though it was only the morning yet, I knew that we were going back there to do something. Just like the time before this. I knew it.
We drove back to the house where he had been before and we went in the back way. It was just before lunch and the minister said that he would have to speak to his housekeeper before we went into the study.
He came back with some sandwiches and soda on the tray and we started to have some little lunch. It was Little and I meant that. I had a tiny sandwich with the bread crusts cut off. I would have like more, but there wasn't any.
I had the soda and then we sat there and talked for a while. I enjoyed being with the minister then. He was nice to me and made me feel really comfortable. But finally, the time came when the tray with the food was set aside and the soda was put away.
Then he came over to me and this time, I felt like sucking on him. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I just wanted it, that's all. I was kind of upset from the doctor's examination, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to suck him off.
I wanted him to suck me off, too. That way, it would be really great. So I started to get undressed and he did the same. Only this time, he didn't get undressed all the way. I knew why, too.
"I will only take off my trousers, Tessie. The housekeeper will be here until after two o'clock."
So I took off only my panties, since that was all that I had to. I sat on the couch and waited for the minister to get his pants off. He looked a little funny with only his front piece on.
"Reverend Mires, can I ask you something."
"Certainly, my dear."
"I want to sixty-nine. What do you think?"
There was this light in his eyes and he smiled at me. He was thrilled with my suggestion. I could tell. He smiled at me and lay down on the couch. But then, he got up and told me to lie down on the couch instead.
I obeyed what he said, and then he got over me. His cock was hanging down in my mouth. It was something else. I started to lick at him and he moved so that it was flicking across my face.
That was a real turn on. But better than that, he started licking my cunt. He licked all up and down the slit. He moved the lips open and then attacked my clitoris. I mean that he just went at it.
First he licked it, but then he started to suck on it. I never had anyone suck on that part of me. That bump in the middle is the most sensitive part of me, I think. Anyway, that's what it feels like.
I figured that I might come right away from the way that he was licking and sucking on me. But I didn't. I just got really hot. I was ready for really good come then.
I reached up and grabbed hold of the Reverend's cock. It was good and hard by now and I could hold onto it really well. I jerked it back and forth for a few minutes, but then, I put the head in my mouth.
He groaned when I did that. It came from deep in his throat. I figured that he liked what I was doing to him. I was getting a big kick out of eating him this way. He was making me feel really super.
I was pulling on his cock now, with the head in my mouth. The position was the interesting part, I think. I was just sucking him off and using my tongue.
But, when I was upside down this way, I was sort of milking him. That's all that I could think of. I was milking his cock and I was going to get all the cream in my mouth. That was sexy and horny.
I kept rubbing along the hard, thick shaft and sucking at the head in my mouth. I couldn't get enough of him then. He got me so hot that I wasn't thinking about anything else except making him come in my mouth. It was something else.
All this time, though, he was working on my pussy. Then he slipped one finger into my pussy. I didn't even know it until he started to frig me with it. He was really doing me good. That's all that I can tell you.
He was still sucking on my clit, but he was frigging me now, too. He did it at the same time, you know. I guess it was like sucking his cock head and jerking his shaft. Something like that.
I was on fire now. I was real uptight from the doctor's visit and this was making me feel really good. I didn't care about anything but getting off. I wanted to fill his tongue with all the cream in my pussy.
He was getting ready to fill my mouth with all the come he had for me. I wanted that just as much as I wanted to come myself. I was so close to it. Now I was moving my hips so that I was grinding my pussy into his face.
When he saw that I was getting really hot, he started shoving that finger into my pussy faster and faster. I knew that I couldn't last very long. I was about to make it anyway, without the extra fast frigging.
I was worrying about how much he was doing for me, and about to come when all of a sudden I felt him shoving his big cock deep into my mouth. I was almost surprised by what he did because I was concentrating on what he was doing for me.
Then, before anything else happened, he stuffed his cock almost all the way in and a shot of come slammed into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all. I had never done this before for real. I mean that I never ate any boy's come.
I was gobbling it down as fast as I could. The come was shooting out really fast, though, and some of it missed. I couldn't swallow all of it at the same time and so some of it came out of my mouth and ran down my cheeks to my neck.
I couldn't have cared about that, though. I was just about to come myself. I was climbing there and then, as he shot some come into my mouth, I went crazy. I started to come and I didn't stop.
I was wiggling all around and forcing my cunt into his face. He pressed his tongue into my pussy. He pushed his finger all the way in the then sucked even harder on my clit. I jumped all around but he wouldn't let me alone.
He had me like a prisoner there. I couldn't do anything but come. I was jumping around and rubbing my pussy into his face. I wet him all up with the come that was pouring out of my pussy. He had it all over his finger and on his tongue, too.
I was groaning as he made me come. I forgot that everything but his tongue was in my pussy and his finger was making me come. It was great. I kept sucking on his cock until I got the last of his come.
I liked the taste of his come. It wasn't bad at all. I didn't mind it at all. It was better than those kids' cocks, anyway. Theirs were only little squirts compared to the Reverend.
He pushed his cock at me until he had pumped all his come out, and then he concentrated on my pussy. He didn't stop until I pushed him away since I was too sensitive. He made sure that I came all the way.
We got up after that, and just sat down. I was weak from the fantastic come that he had given me. I had to wash up since I was covered with some of his cream, but I didn't mind that. Then I went home. I didn't bother going back to school. It was one o'clock and my classes ended at two ten. It would have been silly to go back. My mother wasn't home when I got home and she was happy to write me a note when I told her that I was sick.
She made me stay home the next day, but I managed to call the Reverend the day after. He had the results of the test and I was really knocked up. I was upset, but he made me feel better.
Then he arranged everything. He must have paid for it, too. But he never mentioned it to me. He was very nice. There wasn't anyplace that I could have gotten that kind of money. I would have had to tell my folks which I didn't want to do.
I came through it okay. Nothing was that bad and the day after I was okay. I faked another sick day and this time, my mother insisted that I see the family doctor.
I was scared until the doctor who did the thing said that there wasn't any way that he could know what had happened. I didn't say anything to him, and then, I went back to school, without that baby. I was much happier.
I had to stay away from the boys for about a month, but I didn't mind that. During that time, I saw the minister and we sixty-nined a lot. He knew how to make me come real fast, and sometimes, we only spent fifteen minutes together.
All I can say is that he helped me a lot. I don't know who told on him or what they said, but he helped me something terrible. I can't say enough for that.
I know I'm only a kid, but I know what went on inside of me when I was pregnant and scared. I think I might have tried something stupid if I didn't have the Reverend there to help me. You can say what you want, I still say that he helped me.
I loved to screw before I met the minister or got involved with him. He didn't make me wild. He didn't take my cherry or anything like that. I don't know why everybody is so down on him.
CONCLUSION
As we mentioned in the opening of this case study, Tessie showed no feeling of remorse when speaking of her relationship with the Reverend. It was later discovered that she had another abortion and this time, she did not fare as well. After her parents found out about it, they got her to their family doctor who hospitalized her and put her under the care of gynecologist. It remains to find out who the doctor was who performed the procedure in the first place.
It is not difficult to point out how dangerous such a practice is when it is not supervised by trained and knowledgeable personnel. There could have been a terrible mishap through no one individual's fault. Fortunately, everything went well for Tessie afterwards.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Ann E. Age: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
This young girl came forward only after much persuasion. She seemed to be upset about what happened, but not for the act, itself. What turned out in her story was that she was sorry that she had been discovered.
Ann is a pretty young girl with short brown hair, and not at all what one would expect of such an entanglement. She was rather honest about the intent and the details of her experience.
Her story follows below in her own words.
My parents have always been involved with the church, and naturally I grew up to be involved with it too. The church activities were very important to us. I have two sisters and two brothers.
I guess we have a big family, but I've always gotten along very nicely with my brothers and sisters. We were always involved with the church. All of us. We are all in the choir, too.
I guess that was the reason why I wanted to be in the choir, too. I'm not the youngest, but I'm the next to the youngest. All the others had been in the choir, and I wanted to be there too.
The age requirement was against me though. You have to be thirteen to even qualify for the alternates. I was really upset about that. I had dreamed about being in the choir since I was about five years old.
The bad thing was that before I got older, there weren't that many kids who wanted to be in the choir and the age requirement wasn't here. But when I got older, they decided that there were too many and that age would be the limiting factor.
I was really upset when that happened. I had waited until I was about ten and both my sisters were in it then. I wanted to be part of the choir. I can sing nicely, I think, and it was really important to me.
Well, I figured that there had to be a way to get around the limit on age. I couldn't talk about it to my sisters because they were kind of proud about being in it now that it was getting harder to get in.
They never said it right out, but they were holding it over my head that they were in something that I couldn't even qualify for. It was really pissy on their parts.
So the only thing that I had to do was to figure out a way to be in it. I had to get to somebody and the most logical one was the minister. Reverend Mires was in charge of everything in the church.
I mean that if he said something, that was the law. He was the one who made the rule about not letting younger kids into the choir in the first place. That meant that I had to convince him some way that I should be included.
Well, I figured that I could try to talk to the minister. I was usually around the rectory or the church for one reason or another. My mother trusted me with lots or errands to the minister.
So, this was a Saturday afternoon and my mother sent me over to ask about the annual dinner dance. I saw the minister almost right away, and he, was very friendly I noticed that there was a drink on his desk. I knew what it was.
I'm not exactly stupid. It was a drink, you know, whiskey. I saw that he was smiling at me and he was looking at me like he never had done before. Now, I'm not the greatest looking kid ever, but I look okay.
I can wear a bra, though I don't. My mother didn't know it then, cause she would have screamed. Going to see the minister in something less than respectable was considered a sin in our house.
I was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It was pretty near the summer vacation and I liked to be comfortable. Also, it helped me be sexy too. I like to know that I looked cute.
I went into the minister's study without knocking. I don't know just why. I was always taught to be polite and mind myself in front of the clergy. But that day, I went in without knocking.
He just looked at me and grinned. Then he looked me up and down and I stood there letting him look. Suddenly, a thought came into my head. I thought about something that might get me into the choir.
I let the minister look all he wanted. I was getting hot and I looked down at my shirt. My titties were sticking up. The nipples were getting hard and they showed through the T-shirt.
'That's all right, dear. Come in. What can I do for you?"
"I came to see you about the annual dinner dance. My mother wanted to know if the final arrangements have been made for the hall."
"I imagine that it has been done. The other chairman has been in charge of that for the last two weeks. Tell your mother to call the chairman."
He lifted up his drink and took another sip. I never expected the minister to talk that way. He was getting fresh about my mother. Really he was. She was always asking questions though, and I didn't get upset about it.
"I'll tell her that, Reverend. Reverend, would you mind if I sat down for a minute. There's something that's been bothering me."
"Not at all, little one. Sit down. Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, what have you got?"
"I'm sure that I can get some soda around here. Is ginger ale all right?"
"Sure, Reverend Mires. Thank you."
He dipped down into his desk and then I heard something tinkling. I was very curious and I looked at him. He looked up at me and smiled.
"I have a refrigerator under the desk. It's very handy."
He handed me the drink and I smiled my thank you. I was getting more interested in the minister. He could be the way into the choir. That would be really super for me.
"Now, what has been bothering you?"
"My body."
"I beg your pardon? Did you say your body?"
"That's right, Reverend."
"Well, have you seen a doctor, Ann?"
I looked at him. I made sure that I wiggled my bottom a little and breathed in. I wanted him to see what I was offering.
"I don't mean that kind of bother. I mean that I've been getting upset lately."
"Why don't you come right out and say what you're trying to tell me, Ann?"
"Okay. I've been so horny lately. I never have been this way."
The Reverend looked at me. There was that gleam in his eye that I didn't really understand, but something told me that it was good for me.
"You've been feeling "horny"? "
"Yes, you know what that means, don't you, Reverend?"
"I think so. I've just never heard it used in reference to such a young child,"
"I know that I'm young, but I still have desires, Reverend. Anyway, that's what I don't understand."
"What's that, Ann?"
"I don't know if I should be thinking about guys' cocks and their balls and all that."
The Reverend started to get more of a funny look in his eye then. I liked that. I wanted to get him excited. I figured that would be one way that might get me what I wanted.
"Do you really think about those things, Ann?"
"Yes, I do Reverend. And that's not all."
"There's more?"
"Yes. I have dreams a lot, now. They're awful. Just terrible."
The minister leaned closer from behind his desk when I said that. I knew that I could get him then. I knew that he was interested. I would do anything to be in that choir.
"What kind of dreams, Ann, dear?"
"I don't want to shock you, Reverend, but they are all about sex. I dream about a man fucking me. Then I dream about some boy pushing his cock up next to me and then coming all over me. It's awful. But the worst part of it is that I like it in the dreams."
"You do?"
"Oh, yes. In my dreams, I love to do it with the men and the boys. I do it to them all the time. I don't know what to do, Reverend."
I sat there, breathing hard to give him the benefit of my tits bouncing up and down. Could see the way that he was looking at me and that was good for what I wanted out of him.
"Even now, Reverend, I'm getting all excited and horny. See, come and feel how hot I am."
I gestured to him and he got up out of his chair. He was coming around the desk and I saw that he had a hard-on. That's right. I could see in his pants that there was a bulge. I knew what that was.
I may be twelve, but I know a few things.-I know about boys and what they look like because I saw my brothers a few times. We never did anything together, but I know what they look like.
And, I have some boyfriends. I have necked and petted with them. They show me their peckers and I've worked on a few of them. My folks and theirs would go crazy knowing that we do that in the church hall!
Sure, when we had to stay for something silly, I would meet my boyfriend in the back and we would get off together. It was a lot of fun. I mean, it wasn't the same thing as doing it in the church itself. But it was close enough.
Anyway, he came around me and I was poking my tits up at him. I took his hand and put it on my tit. He squeezed it and I sighed.
It felt really good, anyway. He was rubbing the nipple over and over again and I was getting hot for real.
"You see, Reverend? It's true, isn't it?"
"Yes, you're hot all right? What do you do about it when you get hot?"
"It depends who I'm with. But I make sure that I can get off."
When I said that, he almost jumped on top of me. I felt him grab down into my shorts right into my crotch. He was rubbing against my pussy and I didn't have to act to tell him that it felt great. I was going wild from his hand.
"Oh, Reverend Mires. I want to do it all the way. I really do. All the way."
"Why don't you come over here to the couch, dear?"
He took my hand and I followed him over to the couch. He pulled me down on his lap and then he kissed me. He put his tongue into my mouth and rubbed my tits. It was great then.
I kissed him back. I knew how to kiss with my tongue. That was the first thing that most of my boyfriends wanted to do anyway. So I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he started to suck on it. It was weird, but it felt good.
Then he pushed his hand down into my shorts. They were the kind that have elastic at the back. He pushed his hand down until he was fingering my pussy. It was a nice feeling to know that he was going to make me come.
But just then, I felt his cock pushing up against my ass. I forgot about it for a minute, but I guess that he didn't. He used his other hand and then, he took it out. I could feel the heat of it right through my shorts.
"Here's something for you to play with. Go ahead, touch it. It's like the ones in your dreams."
"No it's not, Reverend. It's much bigger!"
He kissed me again and this time, I grabbed hold of his cock. I rubbed it back and forth. I knew how to make a boy come, so I figured that it would be the same with a man's cock. I was right.
I was doing fine then. I was rubbing his cock back and forth, and he was fingering my pussy. It felt great. I wasn't playing around when I was getting really hot for him. I wanted to come all over his face. He was doing fine until he went under my T-shirt. He started to squeeze my nipples and to drive me crazy. He was rubbing the hard things over and over again. It was good over my shirt, but under it, I was lost. I couldn't hold out.
It just seemed that the faster he rubbed my tits and the harder that he fingered me, the faster I was jerking on his cock. It was like some rule in science. A real ratio. That's crazy, I guess, but it was just like that.
I looked at his cock as I rubbed it. The head was big, bigger than anything that I ever saw. Honest. And the thick hard part was covered with veins that were bulging and throbbing. It was exciting to me.
I saw that there was some come in the tip of his cock. I squeezed and some of the stuff came out all the way. I dipped my finger into it and rubbed it all around the head then.
The minister sighed and rubbed his finger right into my pussy. I mean that this time, he put his finger all the way in. I sighed out loud, since it felt so good to me.
"Reverend, that feels great. No one ever did that to me. It really is great."
"I'm glad that you like it, dear. That makes me feel good."
"You're making me feel better than I've ever felt."
By that time though, I was rubbing him like crazy and I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I was too hot by now. I was looking at his cock and I wanted it to pop. I wanted to watch it pop all over the place.
While I was working hard on his stiff cock, the minister was getting hotter than I figured. He was moving around and grunting when I jerked him off.
"That's right, Ann. That's right. A little more and I'll wet your hand."
He was moving his cock around so that he was fucking my hand, if you know what I mean. He was giving me all the finger that I could take in my pussy too. I was getting ready to cream all over that finger.
"Reverend, you're going to make me come. You know that?"
"Good. Let's come together. Cream all over my finger."
Then I just let go. I was enjoying myself more than anything. I didn't want him to stop. I was going to come right away and I worked my cunt all over his body then.
He was heaving his cock into my fist and then, he grunted out loud. He made this big noise and then he closed his eyes.
"I'm coming, Ann, dear. Jerk me off, come on!"
I worked like crazy and then the stuff started to shoot out of his cock. I watched it as it did that. I was watching as it spat out of his cock, wetting my hand and the carpet on the floor.
It was like magic. I mean that I couldn't stop watching his cock shooting off. I jerked him faster and the cream pumped onto my hand too.
My hand slipped all over his cock and he gasped and sighed each time another bit of come shot out. But then, I couldn't worry about him coming any more. I was sitting there and his finger was doing some terrible good things to me.
"That's it, Reverend. Make me come too!"
He fingered me hard and fast and then, my pussy started to twitch and tingle and it started. It was the greatest come I had in all my life so far. It was something that was wonderful.
I squirmed all over the minister's lap and came like crazy. I wiggled and rubbed myself all over his finger. I wanted all that I could get from him. That's the truth. It felt wonderful.
I was wetting him, but I was wetting my shorts and my panties, too. I remember the feeling of being so wet like that. I was pouring the cream all over his finger. It was a good feeling to me.
Finally, I stopped coming. The minister was still squeezing my titties and when I slumped into his arms, he stopped that too. I lay there with his wet cock still in my hand.
He was pretty wet though. His cock had wet the floor, but some of it was on his pants. It was all over my hand, and that was wetting his pants. He didn't seem to care though.
When I looked at him, he was falling asleep.
He was getting very groggy. I didn't know what to do, so I got up off his lap. I had to pull his finger out of my pussy and his hand out of my shorts.
"I have to go, Reverend. I will tell my mother what you said about the dinner dance."
"Yes, yes, you do that, Ann. But mind you, don't tell anyone about this."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Reverend. I'll see you again real soon."
I closed the door to his study and went home. I was wet in the crotch, but I don't think that anyone could see it. I had a good come and I enjoyed the first part of my plan.
INTERVIEW TWO
We did not have enough time to take down all the details of her encounter with the minister in the first interview. In keeping with this, we asked Ann to come back to complete her story.
As you will read, she was happy to give us the complete details of her relationship with him. She showed no embarrassment again, and only seemed annoyed that someone had found out about it. There was a note of pride in her recounting however.
I felt pretty good after I got home that afternoon. I delivered the message to my mother. She was a little annoyed at the answer and she talked about it to my father. But he didn't say anything at all.
Sometimes he gets a kick out of seeing her mad, I think. He didn't defend the minister though. He just didn't say anything. I didn't add anything to the story, like I had found him drinking.
That was ammunition for what I wanted out of the minister. I could hardly build a good case when I was destroying the full impact of what I intended to do. I was thinking about it during the rest of that weekend.
It was the summer and the choir would begin about late August or beginning of September. That would give me plenty of time to make things pretty certain about getting into it.
I figured that I would have to get to the minister a few times before I could ask that favor of him. I don't think that I ever planned to blackmail him as much as butter him up.
So the next week, I went back to see him, and I told him that I had more dreams to discuss. This time he wasn't drunk but he still invited me to his study. Only this time, it was another room.
This place was small but it had a couch, and the minister put his hand on my leg.
I was wearing a very short play skirt. Again, I hadn't worn a bra and I had to sneak out of the house so that my mother wouldn't see. She didn't know where I was going though, so I might have been able to get away with it.
"Have the dreams been as disturbing as the ones you told me about last week?"
"Oh, much worse, Reverend. Now, I'm doing other things in my dreams."
"Like what?"
"In one dream, I was actually fucking with one of the people. I almost came from thinking about it when I woke up."
"You've never done anything like that with anyone?"
"No, honest to God, minister. I haven't."
"Would you like to?"
"Do you think that it would help, Reverend?"
"Probably a lot. But we'll have to think about it."
"No, we don't have to think about it. It's okay with me."
"You're sure, Ann? You want me to pop that cherry of yours?"
"Is that what you would do?"
"That's right, dear. What do you think?"
"You would do it with that big cock of yours, right."
"Yes, dear."
I pulled off my panties, then, to show him that I meant business. My cherry didn't mean that much to me. I would have done it with one of my boyfriends sooner or later, and this was more valuable for me.
Then I stripped out of my clothes. I pulled off the top and skirt and then I was completely naked. I just sat there. I didn't know how to look sexy or anything like that.
The Reverend took off his clothes and I watched while he did it. He was pretty good looking without all that silly stuff on him. His cock was sticking out in front of him and I was a little scared.
He came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. Then he got down next to me on the couch and looked at my body. He took about five minutes just looking at my tits and then he made me turn around so that he could look at my ass.
"I love the soft tender ass of a child. It's so good to touch."
He ran his hands over mine and I shivered from the feeling. He knew how to get me hot, all right. He had me hot before he touched his prick to me. I smelled it now. It was hot outside and warm inside the room.
The smell was good, I liked it. It wasn't like the boys that I knew. They didn't smell much at all. They didn't do very much for me that way. It was just jerking off and then going home.
The Reverend pulled me back into his arms and started to play with my tits. This time he used his mouth on them both. He went from one to the other, licking and then sucking. He really did. He sucked on my nipples. He was working like crazy on my tits.
It was funny feeling. I was there, naked in the preacher's arms. He was holding me and looking down at me there. He was going to fuck me and we both knew it. That was a very different moment for us.
He let his fingers roam down my body then and he pulled a little at the hair on my pussy. He played with it. There wasn't that much of it, but he liked it any way.
"I love to kiss a young pussy."
"Why, Reverend?"
"Because there's not much hair on it. I love the feeling of the soft skin under the hair."
Then he pushed me back on the couch and shifted his position so that he was lying with his head in my lap. I didn't expect what he did to me. That's the truth. He bent over and put his tongue out.
But what he did with his tongue was what got me crazy. He licked across my puss. All over he licked it. He was opening the lips and then he touched that little bud that drives me crazy. My clit. I went wild when he did that. I was wriggling in his arms. I wanted more of it. I didn't think anything could feel so good as this. He forced his tongue all over the place and I was wetter than I ever got in my life.
Next he pushed his tongue into my pussy. Right up there. He made his tongue hard like, and did it to me. I didn't believe it. He was frigging me with his tongue. It was the greatest feeling that I ever got in my life.
"Oh Reverend Mires, please, stop. It feels so good. I don't know what to do."
"This is only the beginning. Wait till we get to the next part."
Well, I couldn't wait. My pussy was burning and itching and I wanted it right then I begged him to fuck me right then. I wanted it all at once. He was getting hot from licking me, I can tell you that.
"Please, Reverend, you've got to fuck me now. You've got to."
"You really want it now?"
"I cant stand it! My pussy is burning! Shove that big cock into me!"
Then he climbed up my body until he was completely on top of me. He was kissing my neck and my face. I was hotter than anything. I could feel my pussy throbbing from being so hot.
Then he pushed his cock up against my pussy. I was so wet that his cock head slipped into position right away. It slid right up to my hole and I forced my hips against him.
That started it. I was working hard to get his cock into me. I was getting a good deal for blackmailing him, I had to admit. He started to shove back and then, I felt the opening stretch around his cock.
Before I knew it, I was stretched all around it. I was so hot that I didn't feel anything bad. I didn't have any pain or anything like that. I just wanted to feel that cock all the way up.
I was jumping all around and that made his cock go up into me. I know that now. But back then, I was just hot to get it in. I didn't really know what I was doing. I loved the results though.
The minister was grunting and shoving his big fat pecker into me. He was holding me around the back and the shoulders. It was like he was holding me to kiss me but instead, he was shoving his cock into me.
He slammed into me then and his cock went all the way in. He was banging hard and I yelled out when that happened. I yelled and he slid all the way in.
"Oh, Reverend, you've broken my cherry!
I'm not a virgin anymore!"
"That's right. Now I have your cherry all over my cock."
He had this look on his face that I learned later on was a sexy look. He was really turned on by my cherry. He started to bang me like crazy after that. I mean that he wasn't stopping for anything.
I gasped each time that big thing went into my pussy. I don't think it could get all the way in. That's how big it was. I loved it when he tried though. I was rubbing myself all over his cock when he fucked me.
I didn't think about anything then but making it. I was crazy with the feeling in my body. I had to get off. I wanted the minister to pop in my pussy. I wanted to have him do inside me what he did in my hand the week before.
"Come on, make it inside me, Reverend. I want to feel you shoot into me."
"I will, Ann, dear. Just a few more strokes and I'm going to burst into you."
I was trying to listen to him, but something was gnawing at me. I was feeling a different feeling. I knew what it was like to come when he shoved his finger into me, but this was different.
I didn't know what was happening. I knew that I was coming, but it was so different with that huge cock inside me that I went wild. I was writhing all over his cock, trying to get the most out of it.
"Oh, no, I'm coming! Reverend, I'm coming!"
"That's it, come all over me. Make my cock shoot into you!"
I didn't know what he meant then, but I found out as the feeling got great inside my pussy. I went crazy. I was jumping around and I think that I bit him on the arm.
But then, I felt my pussy tightening over his cock. He kept pushing it in and out and then he yelled out. He banged into me like crazy and the next thing I knew, he was shooting into me.
"Take it, take it, take it!"
He just kept saying that while he slammed his come into me. The stuff was shooting into me and I couldn't stop it. I was still coming too. I was creaming and jerking all over the place.
We were coming together and it was great. I pumped my ass so that I got all I could from him. He yelled out and pumped the last of his come into me. Some of it was spurting out from my cunt. It wasn't big enough to hold all that come.
I was wet and panting when we finally collapsed together. It was some fuck, I can tell you that. I loved it. I loved every minute of it. It was the best thing I ever had up till then, including the come I had with the minister the week before.
I saw the minister a couple of times after that and we always fucked. He was pretty good, I tell you. Then just before the try-outs for the choir, I asked him if he thought that I could get into it.
"But, Ann, you're too young yet."
"I'm not too young to fuck, though, am I Reverend?"
I smiled at him, but he got the message. He smiled back and said that he would think of something to get me into it.
"It's that important to you?"
"Yes, it is, Reverend. Almost as much as fucking with you."
We got together after that, and I sing in the choir now. He told the choir master that I was very mature and that no one would know that I was under-age. My sister got so mad that I got a bigger kick out of it.
You should have seen their faces when I came home and told them that I was in the choir. They almost choked. I mean it. It was great. They kept telling me that I couldn't because I was too young.
I told them that I had such a great voice that the choir master couldn't turn me down.
They had to sit there and take it. I loved it and the minister for getting me in.
CONCLUSION
This girl shows the reverse of the minister's ploys. She obviously seduced him, taking him into her confidence so that he could not refuse her what she wanted from him.
As such it is not that useful in a criminal case, but it serves to show how corrupt the minister was. To allow a twelve-year-old girl to be involved with his sexual life was merely indicative of his moral condition.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Ruby D. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young child became the unwitting partner in a very underhanded and obviously strange scheme. At first, it was hard to understand, but it proved to what lengths the minister would go to satisfy his desires.
She told the story a bit hesitantly since she admitted that she couldn't be more totally duped
I have always trusted and respected the minister. He was the one who taught me my lessons when I was a little girl. Most of us went to the Sunday school class. That was where we learned everything that our parents wanted us to know.
I was in the older classes naturally. There are some really little kids. Some of them are only seven years old, you know. They only listen to the stories. That's what happened to start all this.
The older children sometimes took charge of the younger children so that the minister could do some other things. And too, it was sort of a privilege to be in charge of the children's classes.
I had done it a few times and my parents were very proud of me. Well once or so, we put on some religious plays. We did it for the little kids. We acted out some stories from the Bible.
It was something that we practiced for after Sunday school, but the minister let us have the dress rehearsal during the class time. Mostly everyone was involved in them in some way.
This year, the minister told me that we were going to do the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. We were going to do one scene to show how evil the people were and then, we would have the scene where they were destroyed.
One of the kids who was taking art in school was supposed to do the scenery. He said that he would make the waves that destroyed the towns, and anything else that looked good for the scene.
We all got a kick out of showing off for the little kids. We were going to make it gorier than it was in the Bible. The little kids wouldn't pay attention anyway if it weren't real.
We spent a lot of time talking about the play. It was sort of the highlight of the year. It was a lot of fun, and at the same time, we learned our lessons and the little kids did, too.
The minister wrote the script for the play. He held auditions for the parts, and since no one knew what the play would be exactly, everyone who wanted a part, read for the minister.
Usually, he knew who he wanted for what and he just had the auditions for the show. Anyway, that's what I think. He would let everyone read some words and then he would give out the parts.
This time, before the try-outs, he called me over to him. He said that he wanted to discuss the play with me.
"I have a big part here. I think it's one of the better parts in the play. I think you can do it, but there will be lots of rehearsals outside of the class on Sunday."
I didn't know what to say. I guessed that he was offering me the part. All that I had to say was that I would do it. I would be there for the rehearsals and all that. I just nodded. My parents would be so happy.
Later that morning, he let everyone read for the parts, but I was bursting with excitement. I knew that he was going to give me that part in the play and the others didn't matter at all.
"I will try Ruby as the street woman. That's a good part, but I think you can do it. Congratulations."
There were others who got parts, but I didn't even hear about that. I wasn't listening at all. I was thinking what I would say to my parents. How I would break the good news. I was sure that they wouldn't mind the extra rehearsal time.
That afternoon I told them about it and they were all so happy. My mother called my aunts and told them that they would have to come. Even though the play was for the little kids, the parents were allowed to come if they wanted to.
By the next week, everyone that I knew, knew about my part in the play. I hadn't even seen the part yet, but I told them that it was the biggest part and the most important.
Of course, I didn't say that in front of my other classmates. I didn't want to get them angry or jealous. Especially this one girl, Linda. She wanted to be an actress and she felt that she should have gotten the part.
I was laughing at her inside, but I didn't dare do it to her face. That wouldn't have been kind or the right thing to do. I had the part. I didn't have to do that. All I had to do was to rehearse with the minister and be good in the part.
The first rehearsals were fine. We went through the parts. We were all there and we read through the play. It was not that long, but I could see that my part was a good one.
It had strong words in it. I didn't understand for a while that I was to play the part of a harlot. I didn't mention that to my parents in case they thought that was bad to play.
Then, after the main rehearsal, the minister told us that we would be rehearsing the different scenes at different times. He had made up a schedule and we were to check it.
There was one strict rule. If someone didn't make a rehearsal, he could be kicked out of the play. There had to be a good reason, like being in the hospital or your parents kicking off.
I mean it. The year before, no one believed the minister when he said that he would kick people out of the play. Then there was this girl who missed two rehearsals. She said that she was sick.
Well, he threw her out of the part and out of the whole play. Everyone was shocked because she had a nice part. But the minister gave it to someone else and they worked hard to get the part ready for the opening.
We rehearsed a lot. Sometimes during the week, but mostly on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. We had some rehearsals alone, and the minister was so nice to me.
I think that he had some theatrical experiences in his early life. He liked to direct and act too. Why, sometimes, he would take the part of the man opposite me and he would act right along with me.
That was interesting when he did that. He would act it so well, and then the boy who was doing it looked so dumb. I mean really dumb. I had to stop myself from laughing.
It was one night that we were alone and rehearsing that I remember first. I had asked my parents to pick me up after. The Reverend was going over this one part with me.
You see, the part called for me to be tempting the hero of the play. I was making a pass at the guy is what I was supposed to be doing. The Reverend told me to act it like a regular lady of the evening. That's what he called it.
I think they're called whores or hookers now. Anyway, I was a harlot and I was supposed to epitomize the downfall of the city. I was supposed to be so wicked that the audience would see why the city was destroyed.
"Okay, Ruby. Give me more life. More energy."
I had done the part six times already, and I just didn't know what else to do.
"Reverend, I don't know what you mean. Really."
"Oh, let's call it what it is. Ruby, I want you to be sexy. Okay?"
"Why didn't you say that in the first place, Reverend?"
"I didn't know if you would understand what I meant."
"Sexy isn't hard. I don't think."
Suddenly the minister changed. His whole attitude changed. He started to touch me. He was helping me with the part, but he was being sexy himself. He started to play the scene with me.
It's a part where I try to get this guy to go with me instead of with his wife. I have to be really sexy about it all. The minister started to play the part of the boy who was seduced and he was holding me. "I will give you the reactions that I want from the boy in this part. I want you to be as sexy as you can be."
Then he put his arms around me and I was a little startled. I didn't do anything I just stayed there in his arms.
"Ruby, that isn't very sexy."
"I'm sorry minister, I'm just not used to you holding me."
"Well, take your time. I want you to get into the part."
I forced myself to forget that it was the Reverend Mires who was in my arms. I thought about someone who I figured was sexy. Like some movie star or such. I made believe that he was sexy to me and then I just turned on.
I was touching him and rubbing up against him. I did everything that I could think of, but the minister wasn't impressed.
"Let's try a few things Ruby. We have to get this part right."
"Anything you say, Reverend."
"I'm going to put my hands on you. Now remember this is an exercise in acting. You must not think of me as doing it. Just as someone exciting you. Okay?"
"Okay."
Then the minister came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. He was holding me from the back. His hands were in the front though. Then he ran his hands up and down my sides, just brushing my breasts.
I started to get excited. I mean, I was concentrating on what was happening. I wasn't thinking that these were the minister's hands. I didn't want to think about that anyway.
I started to feel an itching feeling in my pussy. I didn't want that to happen but it just did. I was standing there, with my eyes closed and concentrating on the hands on me. I was thinking of how great they felt on me.
Then the minister put his hands on my tits. I mean right on them. He squeezed and I gasped.
"Are you aroused, Ruby?"
"Yes. That's awful what you're doing to me. I like it."
"Good. Now, let yourself go. What do you want to do now? Right now?"
"I want to turn around and feel your cock. I want you to pull your hands down and caress my pussy later on. I want to come."
"Good. Very good. More. Build it."
"I want you to touch me everywhere and I want to touch you everywhere. I want to lie on top of you and make love."
"That's the spirit."
Then he dropped his hand to my skirt and rubbed over my pussy. I swear, that's what he did. He was making me hot. I didn't know what to do though. I knew that he was the Reverend, but the feelings were so good that I didn't want it to stop.
"Just relax and let the feelings come out, Ruby."
"Ohh, that's so good. I love what you're doing to me."
He rubbed over and over and then, he went under my skirt. He slipped his hand up my leg and then into my panties. He went through the elastic on the leg and before I knew it, he was masturbating me.
I loved the feeling. He got right to my clit. I loved it and I didn't make any attempt to stop him He rubbed me until I went wild. I could feel his fingers getting wet with my juices.
I didn't want to stop him until I came. I figured that I would be quiet about it and he wouldn't have to know. But then, he started to talk to me and I couldn't help it.
"It feels really good, doesn't it, Ruby?"
"Ummm."
"You want me to make you come, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, I do. Make me come."
"I could do anything to you right now and you would let me, wouldn't you?"
"Uh huh. Just make me come. I'm hot for it."
"Good. Feel that wonderful thrill as I make you come, Ruby. I'm going to make you come."
He kept saying that until I couldn't help myself. I was coming. The juice was pouring down from my cunt all over his fingers. All he was doing was rubbing my clit too. He wasn't fingering me.
"Ohh! I'm coming! I can't help it!"
"That's it. Say what ever you want to say, Ruby. "
"Frig me, fuck me! Make me come, you cock!"
"I was yelling. I didn't even realize what I was saying. I mean that. I was yelling as the great feeling got started. I didn't know what else to do then. I just came until I finished.
I was squirming all over his finger and making strange noises. I wanted to grab behind me and jerk off his cock. I was hot just then. I didn't know what to do but yell and move around.
'That's it. That's it, Ruby! Do it, girl!"
He urged me on until I couldn't take anymore. My clit was sore and I had to stop then. I pulled away and he got the message. He pulled his hand from my panties and just rubbed my breast quietly.
"Okay. Open your eyes now. How does that feel?"
"Wow. I never knew anything would be this great. What an exercise."
"I can see that you have the potential, Ruby. That's good. We'll work on that some more another time."
I didn't think to say anything to anyone about it. It just didn't seem to be all that bad.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ruby continued in the next interview to complete her story. She told it in detail. She was more composed the second time that she told her story. She had time to think about it and gave us the finest details that she could manage.
She maintained that she could not tell anyone about it because they would think that she was part of the scheme and they would blame her, too. She claims that was the reason she held back any word about the strange happenings with the Reverend.
Her own words follow.
We rehearsed a bit more, and sometimes alone. We went over every scene. We had it almost right. I figured that we were going to do the best job ever in any play given by the Sunday school class.
Then during one of the rehearsals with everybody. I heard someone talking about me. It was one of the other girls. She was friends with the girl who wanted the part so bad.
"Ruby can't act. She's just the minister's pet, I bet. The play is going to be a flop because of her. You'll see."
I was hurt. I felt awful. I didn't know why the minister had given me that part but I had it and I was enjoying it a lot. I got angry then and made up my mind to do the best job that I could.
We were close to the day when we would open. I went over my part by myself over and over again. I tried to do it in front of the mirror, but some things just didn't seem too good.
When I got to the rehearsal, I called the minister aside.
"Reverend Mires, would you have any time for me? I mean that I want to do some more rehearsing."
"Is something bothering you, Ruby?"
"No, not at all. I just want some more practice. I don't think that I have the right feeling. I need some more lessons, you know."
"Fine. I'll check my calendar at the end of the rehearsal. I am pleased to see such an interest on your part, Ruby. I wasn't wrong in choosing you." He smiled at me and we went on with the rehearsal. I was pleased with myself after that, and enjoyed the rest of the rehearsal. I felt good knowing that the minister would have more time for me. I wanted to be good in the part.
After the rehearsal, the Reverend came over to me with his schedule book.
"Hmm. I have time on Tuesday night, or
Thursday night. That's the night before the dress rehearsal."
"I can't make it Tuesday, Reverend. I have some club that night."
"Then how about Thursday?"
"Thursday's good, I usually don't have any homework on Thursdays. "About seven o'clock?"
"Fine. I'll ask my father to pick me up afterwards."
"Oh, wait a minute. I have to meet someone late in the evening. I'll drive you home that night. Don't bring your father out, dear."
I thanked him and went home. I didn't talk about it much with my parents. I was nervous about it, but I couldn't talk about it to them. It wasn't that they didn't encourage me or anything like that. They did.
It was just that my parents thought nothing about the stage. They felt it was a waste of time for anyone and they didn't want me to get too interested in it. They talked about it when I was very enthusiastic about it.
I met the minister that Thursday night. It was about seven o'clock. It worked out just fine then, because my father couldn't come to pick me up. He was very pleased that the minister would drive me home.
I was very up for that rehearsal, I remember. I wanted to do my best in that play and I would do anything to rehearse for it. I knew that my performance had improved when the minister and I had done does exercises I didn't think about doing those exercises exactly. That's the truth. I just figured that if we had some private rehearsal, I could be better in the part. I kept hearing those girls' voices talking about me.
The minister was there when I arrived. He smiled when I came in. He wasn't wearing his clerical garb this time. He was just a man, who was going to help me with the part.
"Now, Ruby, what seems to be the trouble with the part?"
"I just can't get enough feeling into it, Reverend. Maybe I need more acting lessons."
"You're sure about that? You want to do more exercises?"
"Well that one helped me a lot. I started to let go then. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I do. I just wasn't sure how you felt about doing the exercises."
"I want to."
"Fine, then we'll do a couple. We'll go over the part first, though."
He was very business like. I mean that he didn't touch me or anything right them. We went through my lines. He knew that whole play by heart now and he could say any part that was needed.
It didn't go that well, I thought, but the Reverend didn't say anything to me. He just went through the lines. He was watching the way that I did the part. The one time when I was supposed to cry out in passion, it sounded terrible. Even I knew it.
"I think you may have been wise in calling this rehearsal, Ruby. That part needs more emotion."
I nodded when he said that. I waited for him to direct me in the lessons. He told me to come over to the couch in the back of the hall and then we would work over there.
"I think that maybe you had better get into something else, Ruby. Come with me."
I followed him into the little room that served as a wardrobe room and everything there looked like a rag.
"Here. Take all you clothes off. All of them and get into this. It will help. I think."
I was a little shy about getting completely undressed, but he went out of the room and I started to take off my clothes. I put that thing on. It turned out to be some kind of dressing gown.
It was made of silk. It was sexy. I felt the cloth next to my skin and I felt really sexy. I knew that I didn't have a thing on underneath, but it felt good. I opened the door and walked out. The minister wasn't there so I went into the playing area.
When I got there, I saw that the minister had something on that was similar. He was wearing something that looked like a Kimona. That's a good description. He was wearing it and when I walked out, he turned around.
"That makes you look different, Ruby. I Like the change."
"Thank you Reverend. You look different, too."
"Ah, yes. I changed into something more comfortable for the exercise. Now, let us begin."
He brought me over to the couch and we started to touch each other. He made me roll up the sleeves of his kimono and touch his hairy arms.
'That's it. Get some skin contact. Make your hands rub my arms. Make it rough first. Good, now I will do that to you."
He did it to my arms then, and I felt the forceful way that his big hand held me. It was a good feeling. Then we started to please each other. Oh, not what it might sound like.
I was to touch him, to massage him. I felt the good feelings that it gave me by doing it to him and he did the same to me. It was really great. We sat on the couch and he loosened the top of my wrap.
"I'm going to massage your back, Ruby. Tell me how it feels. Remember, be free."
I lay on the couch, with my back to him. I felt funny having my tits out like that, but he wasn't looking at them. He didn't try to get me to turn around. I sat there, and enjoyed what he was doing to me.
Then he pushed me down on the couch and rubbed me hard. I was getting aroused. That's the truth. I felt his hands on me and I could feel him close to me. He smelled good that night.
Maybe it was because of his body. You know what I mean. He didn't have any clothes on. The smell of his body was released, and it was wonderful. I was getting to feel funny again.
"Now, turn around and I will massage your chest and your arms."
I just obeyed what he said. I turned around on the couch and faced him. He kept a stern look and he looked at my tits then.
"Let your feelings out, Ruby. Do what you want to do."
So I grabbed hold of him. I grabbed his arms and started rubbing them. But I was frustrated. I really wanted to rub his cock. I wanted to reach down into his kimono and get that big thing out and rub it.
"You look disturbed, Ruby. What is it?"
"I'm not being honest. I'm not doing what I want to."
"You must. Or else this a waste of time, dear."
I agreed with him and with a sigh, I made a grab for his cock. I don't know who was more surprised then. I found this huge hard thing, sticking up between his legs. He just looked at me and stared.
"I'm sorry, Reverend, but that's what I feel like doing."
"Good, you are letting go of your feelings. Good." I had it in my hand and I didn't know what to do. I hadn't done this kind of thing before. But suddenly, I wanted to learn. I wanted to know how it felt.
So I just kept rubbing up and down along it. I looked at his cock and I was amazed at the size of it. I never worked on a man's cock before. But just the same it was huge. I think it would have looked huge next to any one.
I looked at it and touched it all over. I parted the minister's robe and touched his balls, too. I was very hot. I was beginning to feel that great feeling in my pussy again.
I played with his cock and his balls for a while. Then the minister started to kiss my nipples. He was kissing them and I couldn't stand it. I wanted him on top of me. He started to suck on them and tongue them.
I thought that I would go wild. I didn't know what to do, to be honest. I had never been with a guy before and what was I supposed to do? I felt awfully frustrated. I twisted my hand around on his cock, but that wasn't enough.
"How do you feel now, Ruby?"
"Frustrated."
"Now, remember whatever you feel. This is how a harlot tempts a man. You have to make him want to do things to you. You want to do things to him. Do what you want to, Ruby."
"I don't know! All I know is that I want you on top of me. Something like that."
"Okay, Ruby."
He pulled his kimono open and pulled the sash on my robe. We were naked and he was lying on top of me. I gasped as his skin touched my breasts. He flattened them under his weight.
His cock was stabbing into me and I loved the feeling. I didn't think of anything just then. All I wanted to do was to stop the awful feeling in my body. I just had to make it feel better. Or else we were wasting our time.
To be truthful, I don't think that I was thinking about the lesson anymore. I was just too aroused to think of anything else but the minister's body on top of mine.
I fought against his body. I could feel his cock there and my pussy was itching. For a minute, I thought about what I might be doing and I got scared. But he was holding me and then, he was kissing my neck.
"Come on, do what you want to."
I opened my legs then and he shoved his cock against my pussy. I didn't realize how wet I was. It was different this time though. I was wet and the throbbing inside my pussy just wouldn't quit.
"You want something but you can't put a name to it, angel. I know what you want. Trust me."
I nodded my head. I was too hot to talk. He had gotten me so aroused that I couldn't think. I opened my legs wider and he guided his cock into my pussy. I felt the initial contact against my clit and I jumped.
"Oh, that's so good. What is that?"
"That's my cock against you. Just relax and I'll give you more."
"Well, maybe we shouldn't do that Reverend." I was getting a little scared thinking how big his cock was. But he wasn't listening to me. He pushed against my pussy and fixed himself there with his hand.
I couldn't do anything just then. I was getting scared, but I was still excited. I wanted it and I didn't. But there wasn't anything that I could do with the Reverend. He kept pushing into me.
I felt his huge cock spreading me wide open and then I screamed.
"You're splitting me apart! No, don't!"
"That's the spirit. Get hot, get angry! Get scared. Yell!"
That's just what I did. But by his saying that, I wasn't really scared. It felt like the action was still part of the play. I was a harlot and he was my customer. I was teasing him. It was the thing that I was, the thing that I was supposed to do.
But he wasn't stopping either. He was pushing his cock into me and I was not getting anywhere. He shoved his cock into me and I screamed for real.
"Reverend, that hurts! Ow!"
"That was your cherry, dear. Just hang on, it will be gone in a moment."
He stabbed again at me with his cock and I screamed louder. The pain got worse and then disappeared. I didn't know what to do.
"Reverend, let's stop, this is too much. I can't take it."
"In just a few moments, Ruby this will be all over. You'll be filled with my come in just a minute."
"No, you have to stop now."
"No, that's silly. I took your cherry. I'm going to burst into you!"
I started to struggle, but he was too strong for me. I was feeling strange. He was banging his big cock into me with great force. I was yelling and struggling, but he only moaned and grunted with pleasure. I was making it feel better for him.
"Keep moving like that, Ruby and I'll come in a minute. How are you feeling?"
"I don't know. Please stop."
"You don't want me to stop. You're going to come and then you'll appreciate it. You want to come. There's nothing to stop that."
"No, no!"
"Yes, yes!"
He grunted and shoved his cock deeper into me and soon I was ready to come. I felt something inside me moving and then he yelled out.
"I'm coming in your cunt, Ruby! Take it now!"
Then he filled me with this hot stuff that shot into me like wild fire. I squirmed all over.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Good, come on, little harlot!"
He shoved his pecker into me and I yelled as the great feeling started. I couldn't control my body. I was hitting him with my hands and I was scratching him. I was doing lots of things that I don't remember.
He pumped his load into me and I creamed all over his cock. I felt his come pouring out of me as he humped me. I could feel my come pouring out too. It was crazy. I didn't expect that to happen.
Finally, he stopped when he was finished pouring his come into me. I was tired, but very content. It was something that I was building up to. I didn't suspect that the Reverend would trick me into fucking with him, but it was good and I could act that well.
I had to laugh. I mean they would never think that I had learned it the way that I had. I had to laugh a couple of times. I understand that the minister did get me into that circumstance the first time, but the second time, I did it myself.
So, I saw the minister once or twice after that. He was pretty good. He didn't tell anyone either. I liked the acting lessons that we had. We never made love or anything like that. We always called them acting lessons.
He was really very good as a teacher. He made me enjoy the acting that I did and now, I'm thinking in terms of a career on the stage. I can't really wait till I get to acting school. That should be lots of fun.
CONCLUSION
As you can see, this girl did not understand the minister's intentions until the very last moment, when there was nothing that she could do to fight him off.
But, like many of his other victims, she does not condemn him outright. She insists that she had some part in the ruse and that she is to blame in part for what happened.
At this time, we understand that the girl is intent upon an acting career. She is attending a part time acting school, and it is said that she has talent. She did not need those lessons from the minister, after all.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Velda M. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This lovely and talented girl told me of her involvement with the minister. Her long blonde hair and her dark green eyes give a startling appearance, but it is hard to believe the words coming from her mouth.
She showed no shame at all for her scheme. As a matter-of-fact, she seemed very proud that her scheme had worked. Of course, she admitted that if the Minister had not agreed, she could not have done it.
Her words follow below. Her script was not edited.
I don't know what life is without singing. I have taken lessons since I was six-years-old.
So, what I'm trying to tell you is that all I have always wanted to do was to be the singer in the choir. The lead singer. That is what I thought about all the years that I was taking singing lessons.
I have a very good voice, you know. Yes, that's true. I can sing the highest notes that anyone has written. I'm that good. I practice and I know all my music. There is never a time when I'm unprepared.
It is only professional. A real professional singer wouldn't be late or not know her music. That's just the way it should be. But, it's not. Let me tell you that.
Why, when I was twelve, I remember this girl. She was the lead soprano is the choir. She never knew her music until the last minute, and sometimes, the organist had to cover up for her. It was disgusting.
Now I know that she was probably fucking the minister. She wasn't that good-looking, but I guess she knew what to do for him. That's the only thing that I can think of as far as it's concerned.
She didn't even sing that well. She cracked once on a high note and the whole choir was embarrassed. The only way that the song was saved was by putting in the soprano section with her solo.
That to me is a disgrace. Nonetheless I made myself a promise. I promised myself that I would be the lead singer in the soprano section. someday. What I really wanted though, was to be the soloist.
There was a lot of competition. Our choir is rather big, just for a church group. We have a lot of enthusiastic people in the choir. Why, it was so popular that they finally said that young kids couldn't be in the choir. They had too many adults who wanted to be members.
Anyway, I was fourteen when I started grooming for the soloist. I knew that I could do it. I have a mature voice. I really do. I have studied for years and I can sing the most difficult songs beautifully. I wanted to be there, singing out in front of the whole congregation. We do have a sizable church, you know. That was my dream. I spent most of my time practicing my singing. However, I didn't perform in many other places.
Sure, I have sung in school, but that was only once or twice a year. I wanted to be there every Sunday, singing in front of people. That was the way a real singer did things.
If I only sang once or twice a year in front of people, I wouldn't be a real professional. The church choir was the only way that I could see. I would try for the opera when I was older, much older, but right now, the church vas the only way.
I tried to find out all the songs that the soloist would sing. I would practice them a lot in the hope that she would break her legs or be kidnapped or something as effective.
But nothing ever happened to her. She would always arrive a little late, but never late enough for us to start without her. Then she would take out her music and start reading it. Can you believe that?
That's right. Sometimes she would go over her music quickly, as if she didn't have time to study it. That's unbelievable. I don't know what to think of someone like that. All that possibility and she didn't care about it.
I figured that I could have a chance at it. I had been in the choir long enough to qualify for it. I knew that they usually picked someone older, so that the older people felt better about it.
So, I just kept my eyes open. I didn't want anything to go past me. I had to figure out the way into that spot. I watched her talking to the choir master and to the Reverend.
One thing that I knew. In that church, the Reverend Mires was in charge of everything. And I mean everything. Anybody who looked could see that. I saw it and watched him for any signs of what he liked.
I don't think that I ever spotted him doing anything or talking to anyone in a suspicious way. That wasn't it. Something told me that if I could get to him, I had it made.
The singing was important enough to me to do anything. Now," most of my life is spent singing and practicing, but I do go out now and then. I know what a man is all about.
I learned that when I was rather young. I knew all about boys when I was only thirteen. I found out from one of the boys on my block. He took me into the woods one afternoon and showed me his thing. He called it a cock.
I didn't mind it, but I wasn't ecstatic about it. I just looked at it. I like the way that it got bigger and then smaller. I jerked him off a couple of times before he got another girlfriend, though, and I knew what it was like.
Then I met another boy when I was fourteen, and he taught me what fucking was all about. He told me about all different kinds of things. I liked fucking, but it wasn't as much fun as being on a stage and singing.
What I'm telling you is that I knew what to do when the time came. I had to get to the Reverend. He made everything tick in that church, and if I could get him on my side, I could have it all.
I decided that I would have to make some excuse for talking to the minister. He didn't notice me that much, or at least, I didn't think so. I wasn't ever in any other church affairs, since I was practicing so much.
One day, I stayed late after choir practice. I didn't know how to get to him, you see, but I decided to give it a try. I had put on one of my short dresses. I am very aware of what I wear, you see.
That, to me, is part of being a professional, too. I have to look appropriate to entertain people. That is essential. After all, people see what the singer is wearing.
I went over to him and smiled. He smiled back, but seemed to be interested in something else. I realized that I couldn't just start a conversation. What would I talk to the minister about?
So, I invented a problem. I figured that the best way to get to know the minister was through some counseling. I made that decision right then, while I was with him.
"Reverend Mires, I'd like to talk to you. I have a problem "
"Of course, my dear. Shall we go into my office?"
I followed him through the church into the rectory, where the minister lived. There were only a few people around so I didn't worry about anyone seeing me with him. That bitch who sang solo would probably have said something if she had known.
We sat in his office and he closed the door. He was very nice to me. I looked into his eyes and made sure that I was showing my legs to the best advantage. I really wanted that solo position.
"Reverend, I think I am becoming too involved with my singing. I mean, my career."
"You mean that you intend to make a career out of your singing?"
"Yes, Reverend. And that's all that I think about. Honestly. I have some awful thoughts about it, too."
"Awful thoughts about singing? I don't understand, Velda."
"Well, not about the singing, exactly, but about getting to the right places and meeting the right people."
"What kind of thoughts, dear?"
"I sometimes tell myself that I would do anything to get what I want."
The Reverend looked at me when I said that. I thought that I saw some excitement in his eyes. He clasped his hands in front of him in the desk and looked directly at me.
"Do you mean that literally, Velda?"
"Yes, I do. I have thought about it a lot lately, and I would do anything that I had to."
"And this bothers you? You feel some conscience tugging at you?"
"Well, yes and no."
"What does that mean, dear?"
"The reason that I'm coming to you, Reverend, is that I don't feel any tugging of my conscience about this. I think that I would do it today or tomorrow."
"I see."
He sat back then, and just watched me. I tried to sit back and remain calm. A sudden horrible thought came to me while I was waiting for him to say something. What if he threw me out of the choir for being so bad? I hadn't considered the possibility.
However, the thought only bothered me for a moment, because the minister relaxed and smiled at me. He got up and turned the lock in the door and I breathed a sign of relief. I still had a chance.
"What do you consider your ambitions, for the present, Velda?"
At that point, I got up from the chair. I threw my arms in the air, showing off my tits and my legs because the dress pulled up. I whirled about the room in front of his desk and came to rest right by his chair.
"Oh, Reverend, I want to be the soloist with the choir. I dream about it."
He looked up at me and I could see that he was very interested. He kept silent and I continued with my dream.
"Why, I want to be up there, every Sunday, singing my heart out. I can do it. Every time I hear the soloist, I feel my heart break. That's how much I want it."
I tried to be as convincing as I could be with him. I figured that he held my fate in his hands. He could make that decision to put me up there. At least, I figured that he could.
"Velda, this is a wonderful ambition, but you must not be impatient. Our present soloist worked her way there."
"She's not that much older than I am. And I've been working at this since I was six years old, Reverend!"
"Now, dear, don't misunderstand what I'm trying to tell you. Just relax for a moment."
He pulled me down onto the desk by my wrist. I sat on his desk, my legs right in front of him. I was getting carried away with my dream then and I wanted to have it right then, I mean that.
"I'm listening, Reverend."
"Good. You are a very pretty girl, Velda. You would probably have a good career in the music field. Of course, I know enough about it to know that you have to have a start somewhere."
He looked down at my legs and then followed them to where they meet. I was getting excited, thinking that maybe I had a chance. I kept my eyes glued to his, trying to guess what he was going to say.
"Now, if you were the church soloist, you would probably get somewhere a bit faster, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes, of course."
"That would mean a lot to your career, wouldn't it?"
"Of course, Reverend."
He started rubbing my hands in his. His hands were resting on my legs now and I smiled as he did it. I wanted to encourage him as much as I could. I thought about coming right out and telling him that I would fuck, but I decided not to.
"So, if I could arrange for you to be the soloist, that would be good for you. We both agree on that. However, I would be doing something nice for you, but I would not get any benefit from it, would I?"
"What do you mean, Reverend?"
"Just that. I would be helping you, but I wouldn't be getting anything in return for the boost. Do you think that's fair?"
"Of course not. You should be repaid in some way. But how could I repay you? With money, Reverend?"
I smiled at him when I said it, and my eyes told him that I knew what he wanted. I didn't want to say it until I knew that he would get me the soloist position. I wasn't going to give away any pussy to him for nothing.
"I don't want money, dear. I don't need money. I appreciate some other things a lot more."
"Like what, Reverend? Please give me a clue. I would do anything for that boost to my career."
Then he slipped his hand further up my leg, all the way under my dress. He started playing with my thighs. I was getting excited from two things. I liked his hand where it was, and the possibility of becoming the soloist.
Then he made a stab a my pussy. I jumped, but I giggled when I did it. He smiled at me and I opened my legs. I was wearing pantyhose, so there wasn't much that he could do that way.
But he kept on rubbing my crotch and I like the feeling. It made me very eager to have it done with.
"I can't feel very much that way, Reverend. Excuse me a minute."
I hopped of his desk and turned away from him. I took off my pantyhose and my panties, too. I figured that there wasn't any reason why I should be shy now. I turned back to him and made sure that he saw me throw my under things on the chair.
Then I perched up on the desk again. Only this time, the leather top of the desk felt funny. I was bare-bottomed. I giggled and he asked me what the matter was.
"It's just that I've never sat on leather with a bare fanny, that's all."
He laughed too, but the look in his eyes was changing. He was getting excited. I knew that I could have everything if I wanted it. All that I had to do was to cooperate with him. I mean fuck with him.
I opened my legs again, but this time, he didn't wait at all. He thrust his hand into my pussy, and I sighed as he reached my clitoris. I loved the things that he was doing to it. Hi made my feel pretty good.
"That feels so good Reverend. It makes me want to get fucked. Honestly."
Then I lay back on his desk and waited. He sort of went mad as I did that. His desk was kind of big so that I could do it all right. He quickly unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I couldn't see that well, but I could smell it and feel the heat.
He brought it up close to me and my hand automatically went out to him. I grabbed hold of it and I was pleased when I felt it. I mean it was big and thick. I never fucked with anything that big.
I rubbed it back and forth and he moaned with pleasure. He looked down at me and I knew that he was going to fuck me right away. I liked the idea of it. I made sure that my dress was up and my pussy exposed.
To tease him, I used my other hand to masturbate myself. I was rubbing on my clit and he watched while I did it. Then I shoved my finger into my vagina and watched his face while I did it.
"I'd love to have something else in there, Reverend. I would love to have this."
I squeezed his cock to make sure that he didn't misunderstand what I was talking about. I wanted him and I wanted that soloist position. My pussy was itching from anticipation.
The minister watched while I frigged myself, but he couldn't take it. He pulled my finger out of there and then licked it. He liked the scent and the taste of my pussy juice.
"Like nectar of the gods. So sweet and tasty."
I moved my bottom around, I wanted that action right then. That was all that I wanted from the minister right away. He didn't disappoint me, though. He pushed his finger into the place he had just pulled mine from.
I squirmed while he frigged me with his finger. It felt good when he did that. I really liked the feeling of what he did to me. He was frigging me good. He pushed his finger all the way in and made it feel like a tiny cock.
But then, he couldn't hold out too long, either. He pulled his finger from my cunt and then rubbed the wet finger all over my clitoris. I loved the sensation of that. It made me all wet outside as well as inside.
Then he got up close to me. My ass was pretty close to the end of the desk, so he didn't have to do too much to position me for the fuck. I wiggled down until I felt that my fanny was off the desk almost.
He took his cock from my grasp and put the head right up to my pussy. He rubbed it back and forth along the slit and I sighed with the pleasure that he was giving to me.
"I love to fuck young pussy. It's so much better than any other kind."
He smiled at me when he said it and then I understood why all the soloists were usually so young. Most of them were still teenagers. I smiled to myself. I wouldn't last too long as the soloist, but I could make good while I was there.
He pressed his cock along the slit in my pussy until he came to the opening that he was going to fuck. He forced his cock into the opening and I gasped and sighed. I felt pretty good then.
"Nice tight pussy."
He was talking to my cunt, not to me. I didn't mind. He was going to shove that thing into me pretty soon and I didn't mind at all. I was anxious for it now. He had me pretty worked up, if you want to know the truth.
I lay there on the desk, the minister's cock just inside my pussy. He was getting ready to fuck me all the way. I felt his hands go around my hips and I knew that he was ready to start.
He held onto my hips so that I wouldn't slide away from him as he pushed into me. He started to shove against my pussy then and I opened my legs more than before. I wanted him to enjoy this fuck as much as he could
He shoved and his cock went in about an inch. I moved my hips around and little by little his thick prick buried itself in my pussy. My cunt was hot and wet and the minister watched his cock go into my hole.
"It looks so sexy when my cock sinks into a pretty pussy. Nice, sexy."
I moved my hips again so that his cock slid into me a little more. I wanted it all the way now. I wanted to feel his cock spread me open all the way. I had never been fucked with such a fat tool in all my years.
"I'm not for it, Minister. I really want all of that pecker in my cunt, you know. I want to suck it with my pussy."
"What a lovely thought. How erotic. You're going to get it for that."
The look of excitement had grown and he started to stab me with his cock. He drove it all the way in then. I yelled out as he did it, but I loved it. He forced it into me until his balls were slapping against my ass cheeks.
"Oh, what a big thick cock, Reverend. It feels good!"
I moved my ass so that my pussy was moving all over his cock. I wanted him to really enjoy his fuck with me. I wanted to make sure that he would give me what I wanted from him.
He started to fuck me for real then. He pulled his cock out of me and then slammed it back into me. I sighed as he did it. I could only see a little of his slippery cock when he pulled it out, though.
The thought of his slippery cock was exciting to the both of us. He was covered with the juices from my pussy. He was wet with the excitement that I was feeling in my cunt.
Over and over, I rotated my hips, squeezing his cock deep within me. I wanted him to feel the tightness of it. I wanted him to come in there. I was going to cream over him, after all.
Actually, it wasn't that bad a deal. I was really enjoying my fucking with him. He had a great cock and I was getting a lot of pleasure out of it, anyway. I moved around so that I could get some pleasure out of this too.
He kept shoving his cock deep into me then. I looked into his face and I could see that he was tensing his jaw. He was moving his cock in a circle now, grinding into my pussy. I guess that he really liked it, too.
"I'm going to fill that pussy with a lot of cream, little girl."
"Please, you have to. I'm so hot right now. Make me come and shoot into me!"
I was acting a bit, but he was getting all fired up and I wanted him to come and enjoy that come in me. He was holding my future in his cock. My pussy was the one with the power.
I tightened my pussy a lot, and I could see that he felt it. He was moaning now, and I figured that he was ready to come. I know that I was. I was trying to concentrate on him, but I was losing my head.
I moved and then I closed my eyes. I was trying hard to make him come before I did. I wanted to be sure that he was satisfied before I came. I was so hot that I didn't believe it.
But he started to pound into my pussy. He was slamming his cock in and out. He was reaming out my tight pussy and I knew that I didn't have to worry about him coming right away.
I lifted my pussy high on his cock. I wanted more than I was getting. I wanted to cream all over him and make him wet with my come. That was the only thing that I could think of then.
"Reverend, I'm going to come! Ahh, I can't help it!"
"That's it, little one! Cream all over my big cock! I'm just about to give it to you, too!"
Then he banged into me so much that I was almost thrown off the desk. He grabbed onto me and fucked me hard then. I couldn't do anything about it, though, because I was coming. I was coming so much that I couldn't even think.
"Ahhh! I'm coming!"
I gave up and let the wonderful feelings start. I wouldn't have stopped them anyway. I wanted to come and then, I felt the movement inside my pussy. I was squeezing the hell out of him and he couldn't take it.
"Take it, you little bitch-angel! Take it!"
He held onto my hips and then he slammed into me hard. So hard that I was forced to hold onto the desk to keep from being thrown off. He was almost out of control as he shot his come into me. He forced all that cream into my pussy again and again.
The cream was shooting into me harder than any guy's that I had fucked before. I didn't do anything because I was coming, myself, but the come started to pour out of my pussy when he kept slamming into me. I could feel all the wetness there in my cunt.
I was lost in it and so was he. He was forcing his cock into me while he let loose with his come. I was drowning in his come then. I loved it, though. I wouldn't have stopped it for anything.
The reverend finished pumping his load into me and I lay back on the desk, tired and happy. I was tired and a little bruised from being slammed all over the desk top.
He pulled his cock out of me and smiled at me. I didn't know what to say, but he took care of it for me. He walked over to me and he was holding his cock in his hand. When he put the wet, limp thing up to my mouth, I guessed what he wanted me to do.
I opened my mouth and licked all the juice off it. I licked it and sucked it a little to give him the idea that I wouldn't mind doing anything for that job. I would do anything.
I guess that he got the message. About three weeks after the first time we fucked, the soloist resigned her post and there was a search for a new one. Regardless of all the people who auditioned, I knew that I was going to get the position.
I see the minister, or that is, I used to see the minister a lot during the time that I was soloist. I'm still the soloist, and I intend to stay there. If there is a new minister, I'll get to him, too.
I only hope that he likes to fuck. I like to do that the best. But, just the same I'll do anything that I have to. The minister knew that I appreciated it. We had a very good relationship.
I know now that you have to use fate to the best advantage. I would never have been the soloist if I hadn't gone to talk to the minister that day. I learned a very valuable lesson from him. I am grateful for that.
CONCLUSION
It is unfortunate to see that the young girl that was interviewed really believed in the lesson that she said she learned. It was a sure bet that she will accost the new minister.
The unfortunate part of it is that she will carry this lesson with her throughout her life. It is a poor way to begin in life, and despite her talent, she will probably continue to submit herself to such agreements to maintain her position.
Such is the crime in such a liaison. The actual sexual acts are of little importance in view of the permanent damage that had been done to his girl's sense of herself and of her morals.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Sandy B. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sandy is a pretty teenager with red hair and a very winning smile. She wears very masculine clothes, however, and one would not ordinarily think of her as a mark for the minister.
She has the personality to go along with her red hair and she told us right out what had happened. She showed only some hesitancy initially but then, she just told the story without interruption.
Her words will tell you of what happened.
I'm an only child. My parents are very indulgent of me. I guess you can see that.
Whatever I want, I can get. I guess that you might say I'm a bit spoiled. I admit that myself.
But there is something else that my parents did to me that got me involved with the Reverend Mires. I don't really blame them for what happened, but they did have the influence that got me started towards it.
You see, I think that my father always wanted a boy. Maybe my mother, too. They never said anything to me about my being a girl, but I always wore pants when I was little and my father was always taking me out to play catch.
I had friends, but I found that the little girls bored me. I liked to be with the boys. I don't know why, but when my father came home from work and found me playing catch with the boys, he smiled broadly and patted me on the back.
When I was playing with the girls, he never said anything. He just kissed me and went inside. I wanted to please him and I made sure that I always played with the boys.
Pretty soon, I just didn't want to play with the girls anymore. I wanted to be the only girl with the boys. I wanted to be as good with the ball as they were, and I was, too.
My father and I played a lot together. He taught me how to catch and throw. He bought me a football and we would play on Sundays on the lawn. My mother said a couple of times that she didn't think it was right for a girl to play like that, but my father told her she was being silly.
I thought that my mother was silly, too. I loved playing with my father, and I did every time that I could. But I was growing up and when I went to school, I was supposed to be with the girls. That bugged me.
When I was about ten years old, my parents got very interested in this church. They didn't go much before that. I don't know why they changed. Any time that I asked them, they told me that it was time for me to learn a religion.
I found it all kind of boring, but since they were into it, I had to go along with it. My father was so interested in it that he became involved with the services. Sometimes, he would help the minister with the service. And one day, he gave part of the sermon.
I don't know how other churches do it, but they started to train some layman for the position that my father had. There were all boys involved with it. But since my father was in it, I figured that he would be pleased with me if I did it, too.
Of course, I had this problem. I was a girl. Underneath it all, I couldn't deny that. I was wearing a bra and all that. I couldn't look like a boy anymore if I tried.
I still like to wear pants, though. I can't get used to the high heels that the girls like to wear. Sure some of the shoes are pretty weird, but I just can't hack it. I like the flat heeled shoes like my father wears.
So, when I decided to try for the post, too, I went to see the minister. He was pretty friendly with my father, and I figured that maybe he might be easier to get around because of that.
Well, he was very nice to me, but he was coming on to me in a way that I didn't know about. I had never gone out on a date. I didn't have any interest in that. What would I do?
The boys were interested in girls who liked being girls. I liked to play around with them and I was always with the boys, but never on a date with them. I liked it fine that way.
"Reverend, I'm thinking about being something like my father."
"I don't understand, Sandy? What does that mean?"
"I want to do that the same thing that my father does for you on Sunday. Lead the congregation in some parts of the service."
The minister smiled and put his arm around me. He started to chuckle a little and I wasn't sure that I liked it.
"Sandy, my dear. That is a position for a boy. Only men serve on the altar."
"Why? That's not fair."
"Dear, it's not a question of not being fair."
"That's just the way it is and was always meant to be from the beginning."
I pulled away from the minister. I was really angry now. I looked at him and I guess that he saw it in my eyes.
" That is a prejudiced view, Reverend Mires."
"Now, don't get upset, Sandy. You're the first girl that ever wanted to be involved with that. I'm not used to it."
I felt better when he said that. I encountered a lot of that. I was usually the only girl in this or that. I couldn't help it if I didn't like to do all the things that the rest of the girls liked to do.
"Well, couldn't I be the one? I know that you're training some boys to take over."
"Yes, that's true. Most of them are interested in being ministers when they get older, though."
"So, couldn't I be a minister, like the boys. Anyway, my father isn't a minister and he does it."
"Yes, you're perfectly right about it dear." But he dropped the subject and he walked me out of the church. I wanted to continue the conversation, but someone came up to him. He smiled his goodbye to me and I realized that I had been dismissed.
I was furious when I left there. He had just turned me off, anyway. I hadn't gotten anyplace there at all. I talked to my father when I got home, but I was even more surprised when I heard his attitude.
"Sandy, there are certain things that only men can do. Serving in this church is one of them."
He just turned away from me. I didn't know what to do. All my life I tried to do what he wanted me to do, and now, he was telling me that I was a girl and I couldn't do that.
I think that I wanted to hit him just then. Suddenly, I was supposed to be a girl and be happy with that. Anyway, there wasn't any reason why I couldn't play football and baseball. There weren't any girls interested in that then, but I did it. I didn't have any problem playing just like a boy.
I was really mad then. I decided to wait and see how things were done. I didn't feel very easy talking to my mother, though. We didn't have too much in common. She was so feminine, and I liked being like a boy.
I guess that maybe I would like to be like her, but I don't know how. She laughs in a pretty way and she smiles so nicely. I do things just like my father does. But he had just told me to go be a girl.
I was awfully confused. I didn't have anyone to talk to. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't talk to my girlfriends, because I didn't have any. I was so interested in being with the boys that I ignored the girls.
I couldn't suddenly start to be a girl. I was used to being like a boy all the time. I was in sports. There were some girls in sports, but they weren't like me. They had dates with boys and they knew how to turn off the heavy hand when they wanted to. I didn't.
Well, I guess that I got pretty upset after that. I was really confused. I sulked around the house all the day and I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was really angry with my father.
I guess that he talked to the minister about it because, one day after services the Reverend Mires came after me. He was smiling and put his arm around me.
"Sandy, can we have a little chat?"
"Sure. What about. What could you want to talk to me about? I'm, only a girl.
"Oh, a few things. Come on with me."
We went into the garden of the rectory. It was springtime and they have some lovely gardens there. I sat next to the minister on the seat around one of the trees, waiting for him to say something.
He smiled at me and I noticed that he was looking at me. He was looking at my body. I didn't know if I liked that or not. He was looking at my tits, too. I was getting a little nervous when he did that.
"Sandy, I understand that you're not too happy lately. Why is that?"
"I guess that my father has been talking to you, right?"
"Well, he did come over to me a while ago. But I have seen it myself. You seem very unsure of things lately."
I looked down to the grass. Of course I was unsure! The dummy! What else was I supposed to do? Suddenly turn on to being a sweet little thing. That wasn't me.
"I just don't know what to do anymore, Reverend. Maybe I should talk to a shrink."
"Well, why don't you try me first? Then, I will be happy to recommend you to a competent one."
"It's kind of hard to put into words. I don't know who I am anymore."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I was always doing things with my father, but now, he seems to have turned me off. He told me that I had to be a girl."
"I see. And you don't want to be a girl?"
I was getting very upset. I had been holding it all in for a long time. I didn't cry, ever. That was what girls did. I didn't want to be so stupid.
"I don't know how to be a girl!" Then I broke down and I started to cry. I was hating myself for it, really. But I couldn't help it. I comforted myself by saying that even boys cry sometimes.
The minister put his arms around me and I just kept crying. I think that I must have cried for a long time. I don't know how long, but I could hardly see out of my eyes when I stopped.
I didn't worry about how I looked. I wasn't used to worrying about that, anyway. I just sat there, kind of stiffly, waiting for the minister to say something.
"Sandy, I think that we should talk this out. I'm glad that you cried like that. It's good for you."
"Why, because I am a girl? Just because I have tits and a cunt, I'm supposed to be weaker?"
I spat it out at him. I was really upset and confused. He had turned me down, too, because I was a girl. Like it was something terrible to be. How the hell could I help it? I was born that way.
I think that I shocked the reverend, though. I liked that. He just looked at me for a while. I knew lots of street language. I learned it from the guys. They were always talking that way.
"I guess that I shocked you with my talk, right?"
I was looking at him, but instead of him getting mad or anything, he just smiled. I was so confused. Then he laughed and put his arm around me.
"What's so funny? Let me in on the joke."
"It's no joke, Sandy. I am just pleased to know that you are aware that you don't have a penis."
"How can I help it? Everyone has been reminding me of that lately."
I know that I was bitter, but I didn't care. I wasn't afraid of anyone, not even the minister. He didn't say anything to me to stop me. In fact, he agreed with me.
"I know. You wanted to do something that only boys have done up to now, and I acted as if you were strange, right? I'm to blame too."
He put his arm around me and hugged me tightly. Then he smiled at me and took his arm off of me. I didn't know how to react. I wasn't used to anyone touching me. Not like he had just touched me.
"You see, Sandy, there's nothing wrong with being a girl. In fact, some women I know love it."
"That's easy for you to say. You're a guy."
"Yes, that's true, but you can't change the fact that you're a girl. Enjoy it, Sandy."
"I don't know how!"
"Perhaps we could work on that. I think it's worth a try. What do you say."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, it will take lots of thing to show you how much fun it can be to be a girl. Trust me, Sandy."
I don't know why I did it, but I trusted him. He looked directly into my eyes and then he pulled me next to him. He didn't do it roughly or anything like that. But he kissed me on the lips.
I couldn't believe it. The minister was kissing me! But, since I had never been kissed before, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how it was supposed to feel.
"How did that feel to you?"
"I don't know. It was the first time that anyone ever kissed me like that."
"Well, we'll have to keep experimenting. Won't we?"
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time that Sandy came to see us, she astounded us. She was dressed like a girl. In fact, it was easy to see why the minister had been attracted to his task.
She wore her hair down to her shoulders and her dress was short and very revealing. She showed the attributes that the minister had found so very inviting. She continued with her story and this time she included the intimate details.
I was kind of surprised when the minister kissed me that day, I admit. But he stirred something in me that I had never felt before. It was such an intense feeling I can't explain it altogether.
We made an agreement to meet a couple times a week. My parents were happy about my seeing the minister, but I had to laugh. They didn't know what the minister had done to me already.
The first time that I went, he told me all about sex. I told him I had studied that in school. We had a Sex Education course, and I found it boring. I didn't think of it in terms of being real for me.
That first week, we just talked. He told me about how he liked to watch girls and that every man was so very affected by sex. He told me that some men would do anything for a chance at a nice pussy.
I found that hard to believe, but it was nice to hear. I stopped feeling so damn lost. I was a girl and I didn't know how to take advantage of being a girl. He was teaching me how to enjoy being a girl.
The third week that he met with me was different from the other times. He led me into his office and locked the door.
"Today, I want to teach you something different. Take off your clothes."
"What? In front of you?"
"Well, of course. I am teaching you about these things, am I not?"
I couldn't argue with him on that score, so I took off my shirt and pants. I was standing there in my bra and my panties. I wore the full panty then. You know the kind that old women wear.
"No, this will not do."
I didn't know what he meant, but he went to the closet in his room and came out with some things. He held them up for me to see and I gasped. They were sheer things that I had never seen before.
I mean I had seen some women in pictures wearing them, but I never thought of myself in them.
"Now, put these on and we'll see how you look. Here you can go behind the closet and change into them."
Of course, I went behind the closet then. I didn't feel that comfortable undressing in front of the minister. I put on these things and I felt strange. I could see through the panties and the top was so sheer that I could see through it too.
I had kept my bra on, but it didn't look right, so I gulped and took that off, too. Then I stepped out for the minister to see. He smiled and brought me before the mirror in the closet. I couldn't believe it, either.
I looked sexy. That's right, just like the women in the pictures looked sexy. The minister pulled my hair out of the bun that I was wearing and spread it all over my shoulders and I was a different girl.
"You are a sexy and warm woman-child. That is what."
Before I could do anything, he was pressing up against me from the back. I felt something pressing into me then, and I realized that it was his cock. I had made him get excited.
I had never gotten anyone hot before. I felt so strange myself. I liked the way that I looked. I didn't want it to end. I pressed my body back against his and he put his hands on me.
I watched in the mirror while he brought his hands under the flimsy material and caressed my tits. I watched, but I was enjoying the feeling a lot more. I felt him rub my nipples in between his finger tips and I suddenly felt so funny.
"What's the matter, Sandy?"
"I don't know what to do, Reverend! You know that! You're making a fool of me!"
I pulled away, but the minister wouldn't let me. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. I didn't fight him. I didn't want to be alone then. I let him put me down on the couch, and what he did then, I didn't believe.
He pulled the panties off that I had on. They were filmy things and so tiny. He pulled the top up and then he started to kiss me all over. He kissed my nipples and sucked on them, too. He kissed all the way down to my stomach until he hit my pussy. He parted the hair with his fingers, and his tongue, I moved all over, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was going to go wild. I liked what he was doing to me. But when he pushed his tongue into my slit, I yelled out. I couldn't take it.
"Oh, no! I can't take it!"
"Just relax. I'll do everything this time."
That made me feel better. I let the minister do what he wanted to. He was teaching me how to be a girl and I loved the feelings that he was producing in me. He went back to licking my pussy.
He spent a lot of time on my clit. I didn't believe it. I knew what it was supposed to do from the books that I had studied, but I had no comprehension of what it could feel like.
I never was tempted to masturbate before. I just forgot about being a girl. I didn't have a cock and I didn't like to be reminded that I had a pussy. I would forget about it by doing something else.
He kept on licking my clitoris and automatically, I opened my legs. I didn't even think about it then. I opened them and he immediately put his finger way up into the vagina. He speared my opening with his finger.
I cried out and wiggled on his finger when he did that. I loved the feeling of that action. He was licking my clit and frigging my pussy. It was wild and I didn't want it to stop.
He did it for a while and before I knew it, I felt something that I never did before. I was coming for the first time in my life! For the first time, I was being a girl and he made me come!
I jerked all over his finger and all over the couch. He kept sucking my clit though, and didn't let go until I was tired and sweaty from coming like that. I sighed and jerked all over the place.
When the best part of the feeling stopped, though, he didn't stop working on me.
He started to kiss my tits again and he was working on my whole body. I was lying there, my pussy throbbing from my first come and I was helpless.
Then, before I could do anything, he started to take his pants off. I don't think that I was aware of what he was doing, really. He was getting undressed very quickly.
Then, he came up on top of me and he started kissing my mouth. He was shoving his tongue into my mouth, and I loved the feeling of that. He kept touching me so that I never really came down.
As soon as he could, he began to frig my pussy again. I was getting hot again and I didn't mind what he was doing. I opened my legs again and I loved it like that.
The Reverend came on top of me and he started to push his cock into my pussy. I didn't know what he was doing. I understood somewhere in my mind that he was about to fuck me, but I didn't want to get up or to stop him.
I felt the stretching of my virgin pussy. I didn't mind that, though. I liked the feeling that he had given me by what he had done before. He was only going to make me come again.
"I think you're the sexiest girl that I've ever fucked in all my life, Sandy."
"Is that the truth?"
"I cant stop myself. I have to fuck you. Now."
I let him do what he wanted to. I couldn't help him because I didn't know what was supposed to happen. So, I let him push his cock into my pussy. I let him put his hands under my ass and lift me up.
Then I felt the big thing going all the way in. I didn't feel any kind of pain or anything like I had read about. I just felt stuffed. It was wild. He was shoving his cock into me and I didn't know what to do about it.
"Now, move your ass a little dear. Ahh, that's it."
I couldn't move very fast. He was so far inside me that I felt pinned to the couch. I moaned as the huge thing spread me wider and wider. He was shoving it deeper and deeper into me each time that I moved.
"I cant take much more of this, Sandy. I'm so hot for you."
"You're going to come inside me, Reverend?"
"I have to. I can't stand it anymore. I can only ream you out for so long. Then I'm going to shoot you full of my come."
The words made me go wild. I just started to move and go wild. I wiggled under him and suddenly, I found that I was fucking with him. He wasn't guiding me anymore. I was doing it all by myself. !
I was so pleased and turned on that I started moving and I didn't stop once until I had come. I was working over his cock so that he was jerking into me and moaning all the time.
I felt something moving inside me and then he started to bang into me. He made me go crazy. He was shoving it all the way into me. I wanted to die when he did that. He had made me a girl. A real girl.
"I'm coming again, Reverend! Ahh!"
"Do it, Sandy! Come on!"
He urged me on and I blasted off into space as I came with his cock in me. It was something else. I didn't think or anything . I just came. I came and didn't stop. I didn't think of anything then. I just wanted to cream all over his cock.
Then, while I was coming, the minister started to jerk inside me. I know that I was squeezing him. I knew that was what happened when a girl came, but I could also feel it as I tightened over his cock. I loved the feeling.
Before I could say anything, he was grunting and shooting his come into me. He didn't say anything then, while he was coming. He just held onto me and pumped me full of that come.
I was wetter than I could have ever imagined. I didn't know what to do. I guess that I didn't care, with either. I was happy. He was coming, I was coming. I was a real girl. At last.
We were panting and finally, we both stopped and collapsed. I had come twice in so short a time that I. was so tired, I just fell asleep. When I woke up, the minister was sitting by me.
He stroked my breasts and then my stomach. Then he bent over and kissed my pussy. I squirmed. I loved what he had taught me. I was very grateful. I bent over and kissed his cock.
We met a few times after that. I spent most of my time with him making love. He taught me everything. But not only how to fuck. He taught me what he liked in a woman.
He bought me some clothes, and I brought them home. My parents were just astounded. I got a kick out of it when they saw me dressed like a girl. I wanted to tell them how the minister had made me into a girl, but, then, I didn't either.
That was our secret. Now you know it. But
I enjoyed it and he did too. I dress anyway that I want to now. He made me feel good as a girl, but I know enough now to know that I can be what I want to be.
I'm starting to train as the lector. I figured that since I enjoy the preaching I might consider a career as a preacher. A minister, whatever you want to call it. I still like to do things that the boys do, but now I can enjoy the other things in life too.
CONCLUSION
Sandy was the story of the moth becoming a butterfly. However she had one more advantage. She would be whatever she wanted to be. She showed a true strong nature and it was obvious to see that she had matured nicely.
It is hard to say that the minister had been good to her in this case. We will not make the speculation that this could not have been done in another way. There might have been a consultation with a psychologist, since Sandy's problems were psychological in nature.
Nonetheless, the girl seems very grateful to the Reverend Mires.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Bella T. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
It was very easy to see that this child was a natural seductress. She maintained her ability to zero into a person and twist that person around her finger. She is very female in look and in dress.
She wore a bright pink, sleeveless summer dress for the interview, revealing her near full womanliness at such a tender age.
She was very cooperative in telling her story, but she didn't lay the blame on herself at all. She merely told of how she had met the minister and then how he had seduced her.
I like to be a good girl. I try not to be bad with anyone. But you see, sometimes, things happen that I just don't want to. I don't know how they happen, but they do.
Like what happened with the minister, for example. I didn't mean for anything like that to happen. I didn't know him very well at all, you know. My family had moved to the parish sometime last year.
I went to church sometimes. My parents aren't very big on religion, and I'm glad. I don't like the services. I went the first time that I got here because one of the girls that I made friends with went there.
I wanted to be friendly with her, but her family was so uptight about church that I went with her. Her mother was nice to me after that. She figured that I wanted to do good, even if my parents were heathens.
Really, I didn't care what she thought. I just wanted to have friends here in the new place. I could always change friends after I had enough. I was kind of lonely then, and I couldn't be choosy.
This friend of mine had been going to this church with her family for a long time. She went over there a lot, and naturally, since I spent a lot of time with her, I was at the rectory quite a bit.
I usually wear dresses, you know. That's the only feminine way to be, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, it was summertime and I think that dresses are cooler.
What I mean is that I wore play suits. I heard my friend's mother commenting that I was a little too developed to wear such short things, but I didn't care. I just tried to be nice to her.
I noticed my girl friend's father looking at me a lot when I went over to the house, but I didn't pay any attention. I smiled when he talked to me, but I couldn't understand why her mother didn't like me too much.
Well, I would go over to the rectory a lot with my girl friend. I had been in the new place about four months. I moved a lot because my parents like to move. My father thinks that the best way to success is to be mobile.
So, he had moved to several different companies in the last several years. I know that each time, he had gotten a better job, so I can't argue with him. I just miss my friends a lot after all that moving. I have so many, but I never see them anymore.
This one time, I went to the rectory, my friend had to do something that I didn't know anything about. She was working in the basement for a little while. I was waiting in the front part of the house, where the Reverend's office was.
He came out and said hello.
"I've seen you with Marcia. Are you new to the area, dear?"
"Yes, but my family moves around so much that I don't have too many friends. I get lonely and I like the people who like me."
The minister came and put his arm around me. I liked the feeling of his hands on me. He kept rubbing his hand over my back while he talked to me. I liked the feeling a lot. I smiled up at him while he rubbed my back.
'That feels so good, Reverend. It makes me feel so at home with you. I don't feel that way with most people. You're very kind."
I smiled and sort of leaned into him. I liked being near him. He was very nice to me and brought me into his office. He had some lemonade there and he let me have a glass of it.
I talked to him while I waited for Marcia to finish what she was doing. By the time that she came up, I was sitting on the minister's desk. I didn't touch him or anything like that.
I was just sitting here, with my legs up under me, listening to what he was telling me.
"I love the strong feeling of your hands. I don't have my father around all the time and I love feeling what your hands do for me."
I smiled and jumped off the desk. I winked at him, but I didn't mean anything by it. I walked out and when I turned around, I noticed that he was watching me. I waved and winked again.
"You come again, Belle. See you soon." As it turned out, I saw the minister again that same week. Only this time, was alone. I was walking on the street to the town to get something for my mother. He came by in his car and honked the horn.
"Would you like a ride, Belle."
"Oh, thank you, Reverend. How kind of you."
I got into the car and he drove off. It was only a fifteen minute walk to where I was going, but it was pleasant being with the minister.
"You feeling better about being in our community, Belle?"
"Oh, you made me feel really welcome, Reverend. I will never forget what you have done for me."
"I didn't do anything for you. I meant what I said about your being welcome. That's the truth, pretty girl."
I giggled when he said that. I wiggled a little in the seat, and he put his hand on my knee. I looked up at him and smiled at him.
"I love the way you touch me, Reverend. It makes me feel so good."
He got a funny look in his eyes, but, then, we were there at the store. I got the things that I had to get and then I went back to the car. The minister said that he would drive me back home.
I was sitting against the seat, moving in time to the music that I was playing in the little radio that I had. I like to carry a radio. I love the sound of music. It makes me feel like I'm company for myself.
When the minister came back, I was moving around a little bit much on the seat. I admit that. I was rocking around and my movements were a little suggestive, I suppose.
But, I stopped as soon as I realized that he was looking at me that way. I didn't want anything being said about me and the minister. That wouldn't be right in a new town.
"It is so nice of you to drive me, Reverend. Now, I have extra time on my hands. It takes so short a time to drive here, rather than walking."
"You're right, How about taking a little drive?"
"Oh, how kind of you, Reverend."
"What do you say?"
"I would love it. I just don't want to take up any of your valuable time."
"You are important to me. I feel it an honor to be with you, Belle."
I smiled at him and thrilled to the fact that I was going for a ride with the minister. That made me feel really important. I was riding by with the minister in his own car. Wow!
I didn't know the town too well, then, and I didn't know where he was driving. By the time I started to wonder where we were, I saw that we were out in the country. I didn't say anything. After all, I didn't suspect anything.
He finally stopped the car by a picnic park. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there, trying to make conversation.
"This is such a lovely place. I don't know much about this area, Reverend. Would you show me what it's like?"
"Of course, dear. Come on out. We'll go for a little walk."
Naturally, I got out with him. I would have expected to see lots of the people from the area there. It was a nice day and just right for a picnic. But there were only the woods.
Finally we came out into a little clearing. I didn't realize that we were so alone. I would have gotten a little uneasy, I guess. But then, I didn't suspect the minister of anything.
I sat down on the grass a while, and the minister looked down at me. I was a little tired from the walking. I didn't think about getting back. I loved the scenery and the minister didn't say anything about having to be back.
"Come on down, Reverend. It's lovely on the grass. Try it."
I was laughing, but the minister didn't look very amused. He was serious and he came down next to me. Now, he was almost on top of me. I didn't know what to do, so I rolled over onto my side.
Before I knew it, the minister had his hands on me. I tried to stop him, really I did.
"Oh, Reverend, you mustn't do that. It's not right."
"But, you like it, don't you?"
"That doesn't matter, Reverend Mires. You must take your hands off my body."
"You want me to do this, don't you?"
"Oh, Reverend, how can you say that?"
I was shocked. He wouldn't take his hands off me. I didn't want to fight him, you know. I was afraid of offending him. I let him keep his hands on me as long as he didn't touch any really private places.
But, that didn't last for very long, either. He started to breathe hard and then he put one hand on my tit. I yelled out, But all he did was try to grab me and kiss me.
"Now, see here, Reverend. I told you it wasn't right."
"Come on, and kiss me, Belle, I've wanted to touch you ever since you waved that fanny in my face. What an ass."
And then he actually touched my ass. He grabbed me so that he had his hands all over me. I didn't know what to do. I tried to push him away, but then he slipped his hand into the front of my playsuit and squeezed my tits. I yelled out.
"No, stop that. You have to stop that, Reverend."
But, anything that I said only made him hotter. It was frustrating. I felt him squeezing first one and then the other tit. He was breathing real hard and then he sort of pushed me against him so that I. felt his hard cock.
I was shocked. The minister had a hard-on. I didn't know what to do. He was feeling up my chest and then he started to unzip the rest of my suit.
"No, no, you mustn't do that, Reverend."
But anything I said only made him hotter. I'll scream if you do. " Go ahead. This camp ground isn't open this year. Conservation measures."
He laughed and I wanted to cry. I had been tricked. I didn't know what to do, I tell you. He was unzipping my clothes and I had almost nothing on underneath.
You see, on hot days sometimes I just don't bother to put panties on. I didn't tell you that. And, anyway, T don't like to war a bra. So, I like wearing anything under my suit.
He forced his finger into my pussy just like that. I jumped but he stopped me. He was shoving it all around in there and he was getting me hot. I couldn't do anything about his frigging me.
"Oh, Reverend, you have to stop. I'm getting hot and you have to stop."
I tried to tell him that I was getting hot and wet, but he wouldn't listen. He kept on frigging me and I wanted to do a lot more than I could with that sun-suit on. I didn't fight him when he started to take it off me.
You see, by now, I was pretty excited. I liked the things that he was doing to me. But, I knew that it was wrong to be doing it with the Reverend Mires. He was a man of the cloth.
Before I could do anything, he had his pants off and his cock was sticking out almost a mile. I almost screamed thinking that he was going to put that in me. I didn't say that though.
"Reverend, you're too big for me. You'll tear me apart."
"Good. You've gotten me' so hot that I don't know what else to do, Belle."
I grabbed hold of it and rubbed it up and down. He sighed when I did that and I saw a drop of come on the tip. I liked the taste of come and all that. I never ate a minister, though.
"You've gotten me so hot, minister, that I want to eat your cock."
Before I could finish my sentence, the minister was on top of me. He had his cock almost in my mouth before I could do anything. When I opened my mouth to say something he shoved it into my mouth.
He made me suck him like that for a while. I was trying to get all of his cock into my mouth. But he was so big that I couldn't fit more than the head in my mouth. I swear.
He was on top of me, pinning me down to the grass. I couldn't move if I wanted to. I couldn't help myself. There wasn't anything else to do but to suck him while he forced it into my mouth.
His cock was getting even bigger. I swear it. I couldn't move if I wanted to. I couldn't help myself. There wasn't anything else to do but to suck him while he forced it into my mouth.
His cock was getting even bigger. I swear it. I couldn't fit any more of it in my mouth. That is when he suddenly took it out of my mouth. I didn't understand.
"I want to shove this into your pussy. Get on your hands and knees."
That was terrible. The minister was going to fuck me dog style. I couldn't do anything but obey his command. I got on my hands and knees and I could feel my pussy waiting for that hot cock in there.
He grabbed hold of my hips and spread my legs open with his knees. He was inside my legs now and I waited for him to shove it all the way in. I was scared, I tell you.
Then, I felt him fooling with my wet pussy. I was so hot that when he started to push his finger in there, I ground my cunt on his finger. I couldn't help it, really, That seemed to drive him crazy. The next thing that I knew, He was pushing the head of his cock into my pussy. He found my hole and didn't stop shoving until he had buried his cock deep into me.
"Oh, Reverend, you have to stop. That's not right to do."
"Shut up. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it."
I couldn't help myself against him. He was fucking me dog style and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. He was shoving his fat cock into my tight hole and I couldn't get away.
I moved all around but that only made him worse. He was pounding his cock into my hole. He was shoving it all the way in and then pulling it out almost all the way.
Then, he would slam back into me. I screamed all the time that he was fucking me.
Honest. I didn't do anything to make him rape me. I couldn't help what he was doing to me.
My pussy was so wet from the juices that he made pour out of it. I couldn't help being excited now that he had shoved that fat prick into my tight cunt. I was about to come and it was his fault.
I guess that I was moving around a little, too. He was grinding his cock into my pussy, deep and hard. I was yelling and then, I felt something happening inside me. I was about to come.
"Oh, Reverend, you're making me come. Stop. It's a sin."
"Oh, it is? Well, I'm shoving this cock into you until I pop. Nothing will make me stop."
"No. No. You have to stop. Ahh."
Then I came. I was jerking all over the place and I felt his cock go crazy when my pussy tightened on his thick cock. I couldn't help that either. It's just what happened now when I came. That's all.
Then the minister went wild as my cunt juices poured all over his cock. I creamed all over his cock like crazy. I wet him. Even his balls were wet, then. They were slapping against my ass and that was wet, too.
"Here you go. You asked for it, you tease."
"No, you cant come in me. Stop."
I tried to stop him, but what could I do. I was coming and shaking, squeezing the life out of his cock. My tight cunt was going crazy and with his huge cock stuffed in there, reaming me out, what could I do?"
He pumped into me like a wild man and then he yelled out loud. I tried to be ready for it, but I wasn't. When his come hit me it was awful. I mean it was like getting blasted with a geyser.
He must have had hot rocks. I mean it. He just kept pumping his come into me; I never had so much spunk pumped into me like that. I was all wet. Each time that he pumped some more into me, the rest would come spurting out of my tight pussy.
I was covered with his spunk. I was filled with his come. He made me take all of it. That's just what he did. He pumped away until his balls were empty. I was crying out and covered with his come.
He didn't stop once until he was dry. He humped into me from the back like a dog. That's right. He made me do it that way. I guess that he is a sick man. I tried to stop him. Honest.
When he was finished, he pulled his cock out of my pussy. I was all upset. I had never been fucked like that before. I mean so forcefully. He almost raped me, you know. I felt almost like
I was going crazy.
Then he got down and stated Licking my pussy. Do you believe that? He was Licking at it from the back and he even Licked my asshole. He pushed his tongue into there and I thought that I would come again.
I couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop him from making me feel good Like that. I didn't ask him to lick my cunt and my ass. I was on my hands and knees and he was licking all over my bottom.
I told him to stop that terrible thing he was doing, but he wouldn't. He just kept right on using me Like that. I was crying, and moving all over, trying to get away. But I was too tired to run away.
He frigged my asshole like that and I yelled all the time. He just made me take it like that. Then, he finally pulled his finger out of my ass, and I fell on the ground.
But, it wasn't fair. He had gotten me hot again, by shoving his finger into my ass. I made him pay for that. I got down and licked his cock again. Lt got hard right away and then, I made him fuck me again.
This time, I got on top of him. I liked it better that way. I guess that was naughty, too, but he was to blame. I mean, he got me hot again. That was a wicked thing to do.
I came right away that time. The minister popped too. He was real hot, but the second time, he had more control. He wasn't as much on a hair trigger as he was the first time. I pumped up and down on his cock like that and while I did it, he made me come from the way that he was handling my asshole. Do you believe that while I was riding up and down on his cock, he shoved his finger in my ass again and again.
He pulled my ass open and shoved his finger in there. While I went up and down on his cock, he pushed his finger in and out. It was like getting fucked with two cocks.
I couldn't help myself when I came then. I was hot and excited and that finger in my ass was driving me wild. I couldn't take any more of it. I was riding him fast and hard then. He pushed another finger up into my ass and I went wild.
I was humping myself on his fingers and on his cock and then, that's how I came. I was hot and I came all over him. I felt my ass tighten over his fingers. And you know what he did?
That devil opened his fingers and spread my ass so wide that I screamed while I came. It was wild. I was being torn apart. I loved the feeling of coming all over his cock.
He burst into my cunt like a geyser. I was almost forced up off his cock. But he held me down onto it. I was pumped full of his come again. I was running with his come that time.
He didn't have as much that second time, but he gave me quite a thrill when I came and he shot into me, too. I tried to get off him, but he made me stay until he had pumped all the stuff into me.
At that time, I remembered the hour. I was supposed to be back to my house. I didn't want to get into trouble. I looked down at the minister and even though I shouldn't have, I smiled at him.
"I forgive you for what you did to me. I guess that I should be mad, but I won't."
He kissed me and then we got dressed. I guess that I should have been really angry with him, but he was my friend, too. I couldn't be angry with my friend. He said that he was sorry.
"Well, he told me that he couldn't help it. He said that I wiggled my ass in front of him from the minute that we had met. I know that isn't true, but he really believes it and I can't call him a liar.
He took me on some other trips into the country. We became really good friends. I didn't tell anyone. I figured that friends could have secrets. He didn't tell on me, so I didn't tell on him.
Well, we'll be moving away again, soon. I'll miss the Reverend. He was a nice friend. Marcia didn't talk to me when she found out about the minister. I don't care. She wasn't such a good friend, anyway.
I hope that I can be friends with someone as nice as the minister. He was nice to me even though he made me do some terrible things. He couldn't help himself, though, so I didn't blame him.
Someday, I'll have a lot of friends. I hope they're as nice as the minister and some of the other people that I've known. This time, I'll get to know the minister in the next church right away. Ministers can make nice friends.
CONCLUSION
Her innocence is difficult to get through. Belle is seemingly honest in what she says. She is unaware of her coy and seductive ways. Many times during the interview, she became seductive with the interviewer.
The minister was very taken with her ways and showed her how he could react. She was angry with him, she said, but she entered into him in that sexual alliance. I cannot conclude that the girl was not hurt by this relationship.
True, she did tempt the man innocently, but he did not have to respond in the manner in which he did. You may make your own judgments after the last case history following this.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Senta B. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Senta is a quiet girl and one would not expect the story that she told. She was the only one of the girls that we interviewed to have been involved with an accomplice of the minister's.
Contrary to most of the other girls in the histories, she didn't attend the minister's church, nor was her family involved with that specific belief. However, she liked close to the rectory and the minister must have gotten to know her by sight.
The last person in the world that I expected to be dangerous was the Reverend from the church over there. I lived by the church, and I lived to walk by and look in their gardens.
They are really very pretty. They are landscaped. I understand that they are very old. I know that from reading in the local library. I like to know about the town that I live in.
I would see the minister a lot, but I didn't say hello to him or anything. I didn't think of it, I guess, I'm not the same faith as he is, and I get pretty involved with the church that we go to.
But, one day, this girl stopped by my yard. I was in the back and when she stopped, I smiled at her. I like people. I didn't know her, but she was about my age and I didn't think there was any harm in talking to a girl my age.
"Hi, my name is Susan. What's yours?"
"I'm Senta. Hi, Susan. Are you new around here?"
"Oh, sort of. I don't always come this way. But I saw you and I just wanted to say hello."
We talked for a few minutes and then she left. I told my parents about the girl and they just nodded. There wasn't much to tell. I had just finished talking to her, and the next time I saw her, I called to her.
She came over and she stayed awhile this time. We were talking in the back yard. She liked some of the things that I do and we started a nice friendship. I found out that she went to the church right next to the house.
"That's why I don't see you very often," I kidded her. "You don't go to church very often!"
I laughed, but she didn't. She got very serious. I felt awful, but there was no way that I could make her forget it.
"I do so go to church. As a matter-of-fact, I know the Reverend Mires very well."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Yes, you did. I'll prove it to you. One day I'll take you to meet him. Hell tell you that he knows me."
"Oh, Susan, forget it. Come on."
"I will not. You're the one who said it."
I felt bad, but she wouldn't get off the subject. Finally, I agreed to go see the minister with her. I didn't want to see the man, but she wouldn't stop talking about it.
"I'll find out if he's there. I'll be right back. Wait here."
It was a Saturday afternoon, so I didn't mind waiting. I didn't have anything else to do, so I killed some time by writing a letter to my cousin. It was about a half hour before she came back.
"He's there. Come on."
"Okay, I have to tell my mother that I'm going."
She pulled at my hand. She was very insistent. I was trying to get away from her, but she wouldn't let go.
"Oh, you'll be back in a little while. Come on, I thought you were thirteen years old."
"Oh, all right!"
I was getting a little annoyed, but I liked the thought of going into those lovely gardens. They were splendid, and I looked forward to being right there in them.
When we got there, though, we went into the back of the rectory. We were in the gardens and I was pleased that I had come. I was so thrilled with them that I wanted to stay.
"It's beautiful, Susan. How lucky you are to come here all the time."
"I know. Well, maybe the minister will let you come here, too."
"But, I'm not the same faith as you are."
"That doesn't matter. He's a nice man."
Just then, the door opened and the Reverend walked out. He smiled and waved and I felt very much at ease. I was very respectful. since my parents had always taught me to be that way with the clergy.
He walked over and Susan lit up like a light.
"Hello, Reverend Mires. This is my friend, Senta. She doesn't believe that I go to church all the time."
"Oh, Susan, I didn't say that at all. All I said was-"
She cut me off and went over to where the minister was standing. She looked at me and then at him.
'Tell her, Reverend. Tell her that you know me well. Very well."
The minister laughed and shook Susan's shoulders with his big hands. He put his arm around her when he spoke and looked at me.
"Yes, it happens to be true, Senta. Susan is here quite often."
"That's nice."
I couldn't think of anything else to say. I didn't really care if she went to church, anyway. I didn't understand her religion and I was involved with my own. I suppose that is small and narrow, but that was he way that I felt.
I felt strange with the minister and Susan. There was something that I couldn't say, but it wasn't quite right. She was kind of close to him, then, but I didn't know her or him so I just stood there.
"How about some milk and some pastries, Senta? My housekeeper makes the finest pastries in this area."
I didn't know what to say. I was supposed to be home for dinner, and I knew that I shouldn't eat before dinner. But I loved pastries and it would have been impolite to say no.
"Why, thank you, Reverend."
He put his arm around me, too, and we walked into the Rectory. I was all eyes and ears. I had never been inside another church before in my life. I knew that this wasn't the church, exactly, but it was close to it.
It was very grand. The walls were so covered with pictures and the furniture was rather expensive, I would think. I enjoyed the quiet of it. It matched the gardens that were outside.
We went into the back and there was a table set for three. I didn't notice that it had been set already. I was eyeing the delicious pastries on the plate. I am afraid that I made a pig of myself.
I ate and had the milk and then before I realized it, I was very sleepy. I felt fuzzy, and then, the next thing I remembered, I -woke up in some bedroom.
I was on a bed but I was naked. My hands and feet were tied, but I wasn't sure if it were a dream or what. I couldn't believe it when I saw the minister there. But Susan wasn't there.
He was naked, too. He had this huge thing sticking out from between his legs. I knew what it was. I've had boyfriends before. I've seen cocks before, but I had never been with them before.
"How do you feel, Senta?"
"What is this all about? Why are you naked? What are you going to do to me?"
"Only have a little fun, dear. I won't hurt you."
It was crazy. He came over to me and rubbed his cock all over my body. I have big tits, as you can see, and he was squeezing them together. He put his cock in the middle of them and squeezed them around it.
"Ah, what glorious tits. How divine it feels."
"Stop that, please!"
"Oh, now, does that hurt?"
I shook my head. He ignored me after that and continued to rub his cock between my tits. He was squeezing them hard, so that he was getting off in between them. I was shocked.
Then, he bent down and licked each tit. He did each one separately. He licked all around and then sucked on the nipples. I could feel his cock poking into me. I didn't know what to do.
I tried to move away from him and then discovered that I was tied to the bed post. He had tied each ankle separately and then, he opened the knot. He pulled each leg over to the opposite bedpost. My legs were spread wide open, then.
He licked at my thighs and though I tried to move, he only got to where he was heading that much faster.
"You're going to be delicious to fuck. You'll move like a bucking horse."
"You must stop this. Let me go!"
"Ahh, that way. Move like that and I'll come in you in no time."
I got scared. I had never had sex with anything like that. I was still a virgin. I didn't know anything about fucking like this. I was scared, especially when I looked at the size of his cock.
"You're too big. You can't fuck me. You'll tear me apart!"
"No, I wont. Your tight pussy will stretch to accommodate me."
I couldn't believe it. I had only gone over to see the Reverend to satisfy Susan's annoyance with me. Then I woke up on that bed. I was not that sure of what had happened to Susan.
"What did you do with Susan?"
"She's fine, dear. She's fine. Just a bit greedy, so I put her out."
I didn't understand what he was saying, but I didn't think that he meant what he meant. I kept trying to move away from him, but there was really no way that I could.
"What a fine and lovely pussy, mmmm!"
The Reverend came down on me and pushed his tongue into my pussy. I screamed. But it felt good. I didn't think that anyone did those things. I was writhing on the bed and he just held me down.
He spread my pussy lips open and licked all the way down each side of my cunt. I was getting hot from what he was doing to me. He wasn't hurting me at all. He was forcing me to do something that I hadn't wanted to do, though.
I moved all over the bed, as much as I could, but the minister had me tied so that he could do anything that he wanted to do. He came up from my pussy, and his face glistened with my pussy juice.
I looked at him and all I could think of was that huge cock in between his legs. He was moving toward my face and I didn't understand what he was going to do.
"Hear, hear, why don't you give him a little head."
"What are you talking about?"
But before I could finish what I was saying, the minister forced his cock into my mouth. I almost gagged when he shoved the huge thing in my mouth, but he took it out soon. I was crying because I was scared.
"Oh, all right. You don't know anything about sucking. I can see that. I will merely fuck you."
"No, no, no!"
I had forgotten about the nice things that he did to my pussy then. I was afraid since he had tried to stuff his cock into my mouth. I was scared, but he didn't listen to me.
He came on the bed and he was very close to me. His cock was wet from my mouth and he started to lick my cunt again. He wet it all up. I was beginning to relax when he did that.
"Now, my dear, I will enjoy that tight cunt of yours."
"But I'm a virgin, Reverend!"
"Ah, how splendid. I wasn't sure, but what a bonus!"
He got on top of me then. I was crying, but he stuck his finger into my cunt, anyway. He was moving his finger in and out, making me wetter and wetter. I stopped crying and he looked at me.
"You have a gorgeous body, my dear Senta."
I didn't know what to say. To thank him seemed inappropriate. So I didn't say anything. He didn't wait, though, for anything. When he finished frigging me, he got on top of me.
His cock was poking into my side. He was close to my cunt, but not right there. I didn't say anything right then. I figured that I couldn't stop him. My pussy didn't hurt at all.
As a matter-of-fact, it felt rather good. I didn't tell him that. I didn't want to encourage him in what he was going to do, anyway. But, I didn't have very long to wait.
He opened my pussy lips with one hand and guided his cock in with the other. I closed my eyes when I felt the pressure. I didn't think that my body would take that huge thing.
I turned my head away, but he was right on top of me. He forced his tongue into my mouth. His tongue was thick and it made me think of the thick cock going into my virgin pussy.
"Ahhh, how good this feels, Senta!"
He was pushing his cock into me and I felt the stretching. I wanted to yell then, but he put his tongue into my mouth again. It was an effective gag. I couldn't do anything.
My hands were tied to the bed posts, then, and I was helpless. He was forcing his huge cock into me and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. I was beginning to feel some pain and I'd tried to move away from him, instinctively.
But, when I moved that only made it worse. He got hotter, I guess and he started to shove harder and faster. That's when the pain started to get bad. He shoved and I squirmed, trying to get free. I didn't know what to do.
I pulled my mouth away from his, finally and started to cry and scream.
"Stop, it hurts. It hurts! Ouch! Stop!"
"Only for a little while, dear. Then it will be over."
He was like a wild animal. He banged into my tight pussy, stretching it like crazy. I yelled but he was so much stronger than I was. Besides, I was tied so thoroughly.
"Got to break that cherry. Ah, there it goes!"
He lunged into me and I screamed. The pain was awful. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Then he shoved that big cock all the way into me. I couldn't fight him anymore.
I was so exhausted from fighting him. I lay there and he put his hands under my ass. He held me so that I was open to him. I was helpless as he banged his cock into my virgin pussy.
He kept ramming into me and all I could do was cry. I didn't understand any of this. I didn't know the man existed outside of seeing him on the street now and then.
"Stop! Why are you doing this?"
"I have watched you walking along the street. You're just the kind of girl that I like to fuck."
"But, you don't even know me."
"That's why I sent Susan to be friendly with you. She told me that you were right."
"Susan? She helped you get me here!"
"That's right. But since she wanted my cock, too. I had to send her away."
It was all so strange. He was shoving his cock in me while he talked to me. He seemed very much at ease in what he was doing. He was moving hard and fast, but he acted as though he did this a lot.
"Now, just a little bit more and I will fill that pussy with all the cream that you can take!"
I was lying there, waiting for him to shoot into me. It was wild. I wasn't frightened anymore. I stopped being afraid that he would hurt me. He didn't look crazy or anything.
"You should enjoy this, too, my dear. That's so much better."
I could feel myself relax. I looked down at what he was doing to me and I saw that huge thing going into me. The pain had so stopped and it wasn't so bad anymore.
Suddenly, I started to feel something inside my pussy. I was getting hot. I was getting hot while he was fucking me. I didn't know what to do about it. He was watching my face, now, and I couldn't he anymore.
"It feels good now, doesn't it, Senta?"
"Yes, it's not bad."
"It will be even better. Wait for a while."
"He shoved his cock a way into me and I felt a shiver go through me. I had never felt anything like it in my life. He rammed his prick all the way in and I yelled out.
But this time, it wasn't the pain but the pleasure. I was coming alive under his thick cock. I started to move my hips and this time, I felt good when I did it.
"Just concentrate on the thick cock in you, dear. That will make it feel so much better."
That was just what I did. I was thinking about the cock going in and out of me and then, before I knew it, I started to come. I was jumping all around on his cock.
"Ah, I'm coming. Now shoot me full of it!"
Then the minister went wild in me. I was coming, I know. I was getting tight when I came, and I guess that it drove him crazy. He went wild and started to slam into my pussy.
"Here you go! I'm coming!"
Then he let loose and his come shot into me. I was banged into the bed when he did that. There wasn't anything that I could do. I was coming and then he was shooting his come into me.
The bed bounced terribly and I figured that it would break for sure. I was slammed into the bed while he came like crazy. I yelled and clutched the ropes that tied me. I wanted to scratch him or something, but I couldn't.
He was pouring his come into me in gallons.
Gallons! I don't know just how much, but I was all wet and the bed was all wet. Each time that he banged into me more of the come shot out of my cunt.
I was still tied, and there still was no sign of Susan. I didn't feel quite as frightened as I did before. I had been fucked already and I didn't have anything to lose.
I had enjoyed the pleasure from his cock, but I never wanted it in the first place. The strange nightmare was still coming at me. I didn't know what to do, so I just relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing to me.
I just looked at him. He looked up at me and he smiled. I didn't know what to say. I just nodded. I figured that talking to him was useless. He went right back to sucking on my nipples.
Then, I started to feel the glow that he was producing in my body. It was small at first, but he was getting me so excited that I didn't believe it. I know that I had something to drink in that milk, but I thought it was only a sleeping mixture.
Suddenly, my pussy started to itch and burn and I wanted to have him shove his cock up into me again. I was beginning to get sensations that shot through my body and were uncontrollable. I couldn't keep my body still. "What's the matter, Senta."
"Nothing."
"Oh, come now. I know that your pussy is itching and driving you crazy. You want me to stuff my thick cock into you again, don't you?"
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's how the drug makes everyone react. Don't try to fight it."
Then I was really in bad shape. I was twitching and jerking as much as I was still tied rather tightly. I was straining at the ropes, but they wouldn't give at all.
I was going crazy from the need in my cunt. I wanted to ask him to make it feel better, but then, I didn't want to. But the feeling inside me was driving me out of my mind.
Finally, I couldn't take anymore. I was yelling out and twisting all over the bed. I was wild with the need to have him fuck me.
"Please, Reverend, fuck me! You have to fuck me!"
He smiled when I said that and started to get into the exact position he needed.
"That's what I love to hear. You need me to fuck you! How wonderful!"
Then he got on top of me and started to push his cock close to me. I was hotter then and I strained my hips upward to get his cock as quickly as I could. I was desperate for some relief.
Almost immediately, he came on top of me, I felt the head of his cqck fit into position. He was ready to shove his cock into me. It was just that much away and I would have it.
He made ready and then he looked down at me. He was grinning, but I could feel his hard cock muscle bearing down into me. I gasped as I felt the impact of his huge and thick cock ramming into me.
"It's so big, minister. Oh, Reverend, shove it all the way in! Now!"
"My pleasure, Senta. My divine pleasure!"
Then he started to ram his cock into me all the way. He was banging hard and he didn't let up until his entire cock was stuffed up my cunt. I was lying still. The itching was still driving me onto him.
I felt that I had to move all over him. That was the only way that I would get any relief and satisfaction. I rubbed myself all over him. As much as I could manage at' all. It was torture.
You see, I had to come. I had to feel his come bathe me in a soothing balm. I was lost to anything else. So, I did my best. I tried to make myself come and to get him to come in me.
Over and over again, I ground my hips. As much as I could, I moved myself around so that my pussy was squeezing the come out of his huge cock. I was wild and I grunted as I moved.
The minister was getting great pleasure out of this. He was shoving his cock into me,but too slowly for my pleasure. I was wild and so angry. I had to get him to move better. That was what I had to do.
Then I realized that I could squeeze my pussy closed. I did it, and the Reverend jerked all over me. He was thrown into a tailspin. He was breathing too hard for that.
"Don't do that, Senta. Don't do that!"
I knew that I had him then. I squeezed and he went wild. He banged me hard and fast, when he realized that he could not hold out and then, in only a few moments he was about to come.
"You bitch! You made me come sooner than I wanted to!"
Then he pumped his come into me and I screamed as that flood triggered my own come. I was yelling and I don't remember stopping at all. I was wild as the shot of juice cooled my hot pussy.
I jerked over his cock and finally felt the wild release that I needed. He had driven me to it and he deserved the squeezing that he was getting as my pussy went wild.
The next thing I remember was waking up and seeing my father. The minister had called him and told him I had suffered a fainting spell. I didn't say anything different.
My father thanked the minister and took me home. I was feeling fine but he wanted me to go to the doctor. I did, but the doctor said anything could have caused it.
I was sore inside for a while, but not terribly so. Anyway, I was embarrassed to mention it to the doctor. I just forced myself to forget it. But then, I got pregnant.
That's why I told all about it. I realized that I wasn't crazy and what I remembered really happened Everything is okay now. But, I'm glad that the Reverend can't hurt anyone else.
I didn't have the baby or anything, but it was terrible in many ways. The minister was cleared of the charges because he said that he had a vasectomy. No one asked the minister why he should have had one, but he was obviously innocent of the charge.
I know that I didn't do it with anyone else, though. I think that the papers he got from the doctor were phony. I don't know. He had to be the one. I don't believe in magic. Anyway, that's what happened.
CONCLUSION
It was because of this girl's experience that the investigation was started. That which was discovered was enough to send the minister fleeing into obscurity. The parish was too embarrassed to prosecute.
This girl is living a normal life now, but she is very wary of strangers. Her experience is not at all typical of what the minister was found to have indulged in, however.
Nonetheless, it is fortunate that the man was finally exposed for his true nature. Such was more than the man or the parish could stand, however, and he is not to be seen in church anymore.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
These case histories that you have just read are true. They actually happened in an area that would not have been suspect at all. The parishioners went about their lives, never thinking that the man who conducted services for them had such activities.
Only through the detection of his moral character was the truth uncovered. The man was given a chance to defend himself, but when the evidence piled up, he did not contest the charges and simply vanished.
It is hoped that he will not conduct himself in such fashion ever again, but there is no way of knowing that. There are cases of this happening, but it does not seem possible.
Unfortunately, the position that he held led him into confidences with many young girls of which he would ordinarily have had none.
It was true, however, that the man was not convicted, so that all this will remain some great speculation, on the books. We cannot convict a man without due process, so that we hesitate to say that the man was guilty.
This will be up to the reader to determine in his own mind. Could such an individual exist? Could such a trusted man of the community be the insatiable and erotic creature that comes alive in the girl's reports?
Again, this must be decided by each in his own conscience. Some say that the girls only invented these stories to make the man look evil after the story of the alleged rape was made public.
Certainly, we must agree that some of the lasses seemed more than anxious to tell their tales. Several admitted to having gotten their way with him for the favors he could grant them.
Were the others just viciousness of young girls? Just he desire to tell a better tale than one's friends? Or the true stories of girls who were taken, sometimes, forcefully, and always successfully, by the minister?
