Religion is a force which, like any other, may be used for good or evil.
In the hands of an unscrupulous pastor, priest or evangelist, the unique power which is his may be perverted to serve his own selfish ambition or even his carnal lust.
Our story deals with such a pastor, the Reverend Josiah Pike, and with a girl who is turned over to his care, ostensibly to be trained according to the ways of God. The girl, Cindylou, has already been raped by her stepfather and is in need of emotional support and understanding. But instead of receiving spiritual enlightenment, she is tutored in depravity, learning all the lascivious acts which
-THE PUBLISHER
Please the mad parson and his bisexual sister.
The preacher's ambition is not solely centered around sex. He also dreams of a grand new church, for which he is accepting contributions. One of the richest men in town promises a handsome gift, in return for the opportunity to tutor Cindylou according to his own peculiar tastes. The pastor agrees.
In this explicit modern novel, no effort is spared to drive home the irony of Cindylou's plight. Supposedly commended to the influence of God, through one of his ordained servants, she instead finds herself in the clutches of the devil.
The struggle between good and evil, in which one sometimes masquerades as the other, is a theme which dates back to the first stories told by a flickering fire, long before the advent of the printed word. Our story gives that theme a twist, we believe, which carries a special significance in today's world when so many people are seeking the true way only to be led into dark and devious detours.
Enlightenment is needed to dispel hypocrisy and deceit.
It is our hope that those who read this book will be enlightened as well as entertained.
CHAPTER ONE
Cindylou aimlessly strolled toward the barn, her hands clasped behind her, riding the billowy, slowly twisting cheeks of her bottom. Her golden legs gleamed beneath a wide print skirt. (Her mother wouldn't let her wear "boys' pants," even though they were living in the country, because "the Good Lord intended girls and boys to dress different.")
The 15-year-old had felt dejected ever since her new daddy had brought them away from town to his isolated farm where there was nobody to talk to or fool around with. It was dull, dull, dull. Cindylou was already looking forward to school, which was six weeks away.
She tilted back her head to gaze at the hay pile that sloped down the outside of the barn from the second-story mow. The bunches of her wheat-colored hair, caught at each side of her head by rubber bands, hung straight down. The sun shone full into her freckled, childishly pretty face.
Her posture caused her precociously rounded tits to swell against her blouse in ripe firmness, her nipples making imprints on the white cloth. She never wore a brassiere because her mother didn't believe in such "imagine contraptions."
The girl entered the barn and climbed the ladder that led to the mow. She waded through the hay, holding her skirt up, and her firm, tapering thighs scissored nakedly.
When Cindylou reached the wide window, from which the hay was thrown down, she hesitated. Then suddenly she jumped onto the sloping stack and slid down it, her skirt billowing up to her waist as she rode on her pink, silken panties. The hay tickled her virginal pussy and the crack of her bottom.
She didn't realize, as she rode down the haystack, with her legs sticking out and well parted, that she could be seen from the kitchen window of the farmhouse. She had no way of knowing that her stepfather was in the kitchen at that moment, watching her.
Cindylou picked herself up, letting her skirt drop modestly to conceal her panties and thighs. The slide had felt so good that she re-entered the barn and climbed up to the mow again.
She reappeared at the hay-throw window and jumped forward once more with her legs in the air, landing on the soft, tickly hay and gliding down. Her skirt whipped even higher this time, exposing the elasticized top of her panties and the bare skin above. Her bottom tingled wildly as the hay caressed it through her clingy, thin briefs.
An unfamiliar excitement rose within her. She wanted to slide down the hay some more. Climbing back up to the mow, it occurred to her that the slide might be even more fun if she didn't have her panties on.
Did she dare take them off?
Why not? she thought. Who was there to see?
Standing in the haymow, she hiked up her skirt and stripped down her silky briefs, stepping out of them. Her skirt covered her as she moved up to the window, holding her panties in her hand. She considered for a moment, then tossed her pink briefs into the air and watched them sail down to land on the ground near the bottom of the hay pile.
She giggled and leaped forward. She felt deliciously naughty as her skirt billowed up to expose her from her bare feet to her belly button as she slid down the hay on her naked, tingling behind. That was the wildest ride yet, with the hay stroking her cuntal slit and tickling the dimple of her anus. Her widespread legs revealed the fluffy down along the snug lips of her adolescent pussy. As she approached the foot of the slide, her parted legs angled even farther back and the plump cheeks of her bottom spread apart, exposing her pink little asshole.
Oh, wow! Cindylou thought. Playing on the farm is fun after all!
She returned to the mow and slid down the hay again and again, her bare bottom and innocent pussy becoming more excited each time. She didn't know why the tickly hay made her feel so good as it glided against her young slit and through her rear cleft. The pleasurable sensation became so intense that Cindylou finally had to stop, from sheer shakiness. She was afraid she couldn't make it back up the ladder into the mow.
She reached up underneath her skirt and brushed the hay off her bottom, which also felt good, then picked up her panties and shook them in front of her. She stepped into the nylon briefs and pulled them up, lifting her skirt as she snuggled the panties into place around the still tingly cheeks of her girlish ass. She felt moisture seeping from the lips of her pussy, which was strange.
As she walked back to the house, the rubbing of her thighs together added new stimulation. She remained very warm between her legs, needing something but not knowing what it was.
She no sooner had entered the single-story farmhouse before she heard excited voices emanating from her mother's bedroom, where she spent the nights with that new husband of hers, whom Cindylou didn't like. It wasn't night now, but they were in there together-and they had neglected to shut the door, the surprised child realized.
"Land sakes, Ben!" her mother exclaimed. "What's come over you?"
"I need you, Hettie!" he replied in his gruff tone.
"In the middle of the day? Why, that's wicked!"
"Stay right on that bed, woman! I'm your husband, and I've got my rights."
Cindylou crept tremblingly up to the open doorway and peeped around the jamb. Her slender mother, whose blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and whose face was devoid of makeup, lay on the bed in her housedress and stared up at Ben, who was flipping off the suspenders of his overalls.
The husky farmer's mind was inflamed by lust-inducing images of his young stepdaughter sliding down the hay with her legs in the air. As he dropped his overalls, revealing his lack of underwear, Cindylou's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. A long, thick shaft projected out and upward from her stepfather's hairy loins, a brownish sac hanging at the base of it. The sac looked as if it had a couple of eggs in it, but Cindylou guessed they were what the dirty boys at school called balls. Her stepfather's big, stiff thing had to be a cock, the innocent girl decided.
Gaping in shock, her aroused body throbbing, she guiltily watched her stepfather kick out of his shoes and overalls, his rigidly projecting cock swaying. He left his blue shirt on, which dangled at both sides of his erection. Kneeling on the bed next to Hettie, he ran his big hands up and down her body, feeling her braless small breasts, her flat belly, and her lean hips.
While Cindylou watched in excited amazement, Ben pulled her mother's dress up and off over her hair-bun, baring her body except for the white briefs that sheathed her hips and loins. The woman blushed because it was so light in the room, and she shut her eyes.
Ben bowed and sucked at one of her beige little nipples that topped a skimpy breast. He growled and shook his bull-like head, worrying what there was of her titty.
"Oooh, Ben!" she exclaimed, breathing hard. "Don't be so . . . rough!"
Cindylou detected a change in her mother's voice-it had gotten warmer and huskier. Her whole attitude seemed different, now that Ben was touching and kissing her.
She can't like what he's doing, Cindylou thought, despite the signs to the contrary. Her mother had always warned her against letting any boys play with her body or kiss her. It was against their religion.
Ben drew his wife's panties off and pushed her legs apart. Hettie shut her eyes shamefully as he stared at her cunt, though passion roiled her.
Cindylou continued to stare in aroused fascination as Ben climbed atop her mother, kneeling between her splayed, slender thighs. He clutched his big erection and rolled the foreskin back off its bulging, plum-colored head. Cindylou was goggle-eyed by the size and menacing character of her stepfather's horny, stiff organ. She became all the more fascinated and excited as he fitted the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into the slit between her mother's thighs . . . and shoved. His thick prick spread her cuntmouth and her channel as he glided deep into her belly.
"Uuuuuuh!" she said, her eyes rolling. "Yesss! Oooh, Bennnn!"
Her mother was really getting with it, Cindylou could tell, and the young girl was amazed. This seemed to go against everything her mother had ever told her.
Propped on straight arms above Hettie, the husky man pumped his hips, driving his thick, long rod in and out through her narrow gate. The old bed creaked beneath her bottom as he pressed her into the sagging mattress with every plunge. Her legs twisted in the air. Her hips writhed to his thrusts. She tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, her rouge-less lips parted and her eyes shut. Her titties quivered.
Cindylou's amazement increased. The heat in her body rose responsively. She thought of how good she had felt gliding down the haystack, and she wanted to be rubbed like that some more.
Hettie clamped her skinny legs around her hunching husband. She clutched his shoulders and brought him fully down against her, so that his coarse shirt scratched her nipples. She hammered her hips at him, pulling with her legs.
"Ooooh, Lordy!" she cried, panting hard. "What a cock you've got! Ooooh, Bennnn! Love me . . . screwwww me! Ooooh, drive your big prick throooouuuugh meeee!"
"Shit!" Ben snarled, and fucked her so hard that his head grew light, and the hard-put bed threatened to collapse beneath them.
Cindylou stood at the open doorway and stared.
Wow, look at Ben drive that big thing of his into Mama! she thought, shocked and thrilled. And look how Mama loves it! Ooh, my goodness!
Cindylou's cheeks glowed pink, and her lips formed an o. Her blue eyes were hot, but they were tinged by shame. She knew it was wrong to peep at people, especially when they were doing nasty things.
"AAAAARRRRRRGH!" Ben rasped, and ground his stiff prick deeply into his wife.
"OOOOOH!" Hettie moaned, coming as he spurted inside her.
They stopped moving, and Cindylou became afraid that they would glance her way. She sidled on shaky legs away from the carelessly left-open door and had to touch the wall to steady herself. She felt increased moistness seeping from the slit between her thighs as she hurried silently to her own room, which she entered. She leaned against the closed door, panting, her braless breasts bobbing up and down with her heavy breathing.
Her mind was in turmoil, and her body was even more upset. She walked on unsteady legs to her bed, embarrassed by the moisture that was dampening her panties.
She lay across her mattress and writhed, stimulating her nipples through her blouse-and her lower body, as well, which needed it badly. She pulled up her skirt and clutched her nylon-sheathed buttocks, squeezing and rolling the springy, firm rondures. The pressure which she applied to her backside caused her hot pussy to grind against the bed.
Mama was sure loving what Ben did to her, all right! she thought. And he was like a wild man, driving that long, thick thing of his into her! It was ho stiff! I'm surprised it didn't HURT Mama!
It had shocked Cindylou to hear her religious, nice-acting mother calling Ben's thing a cock and a prick. Cindylou had thought those words were used only by filthy boys-like screw and fuck and pussy. At school she had heard all the dirty words, and she would sometimes whisper them to herself when she lay in the dark, waiting to fall asleep. She could never bring herself to use a word like that with a boy, she thought, blushing.
She pushed down harder on the billowy curves of her bottom, which brought the hot spot at her lower belly into closer contact with the bed. She squirmed, exciting herself all the more.
She wondered why Ben and her mama were fucking in the daytime, which had to be what they were doing. She had thought that married people only did that at night, when all the lights were out and the doors were closed.
The long, hard organ that Ben was pumping into her mama had fascinated Cindylou, and she tried to imagine what it would feel like in her little slit. The thought frightened, even as it excited her.
How did a man walk around with a thing like that on him, she wondered, without letting it show? Did he tuck it down a leg of his pants? It had looked too stiff and springy for that. Cindylou rolled onto her back and used her hand to rub the hottest part of her body through the narrow strip of pink nylon that passed between her legs. That felt even better than being tickled by the hay. The harder Cindylou pressed, the more hotly the little, hard bump that was hidden in her pussylips tingled.
Her warm juice seeped through the silky fabric of her pants, making her fingers sticky. She raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed them.
Oooh God, I'm AWFUL! she thought, suddenly flooded by shame. Why did Mama and Ben have to carry on that way, with their door open, so I could see it? Nobody should look at something nasty like that!
Cindylou was too excited by that time to stop rubbing herself, even though she felt it was wrong. She secretly was pleased that she had found a way to make herself feel so good.
Ben must be a real dirty man, she thought, to treat Mama the way he did! I've suspected as much, from the way he looks at me sometimes.
Bid Mama liked it! She really LIKED it! I could tell!
Would I like it, too?
She slid her hand under a leg elastic of her panties and rubbed her sizzling, wet slit directly. This felt even better, just as it had felt better to take off her panties while she was sliding down the hay.
I'll take them off right now, she thought. Then I can spread my legs wider. I even can open myself a little.
Ashamed of herself, but much too excited to care, the 15-year-old kicked out of her silky briefs and spread her thighs wide apart, her knees steepled. She craned her neck and looked down past her rumpled skirt at the sparse tuft of pale hairs that grew on her sexual mound. She rubbed her hand over the tendrils and on down between her legs, enjoying the warmth that throbbed in her velvety, delicate cuntlips. The hairs that grew along the edge of her pussy were mere fluff.
Her fingers daringly spread the snug outer lips of her slit, so she could get at the super-hot spot that had been deviling her ever since she had started sliding down the haystack.
"Oooh, wowwww . . . ! " she breathed as her fingertip stroked the end of her tiny but very hard clitoris. The pearl-like tip tingled in its whorls of protective flesh.
Her hips began bumping spastically as she stroked herself. It felt better and better.
Why didn't I ever do this before, she wondered giddily, and shut her eyes as she flopped her head to and fro. Her twin ponytails bounced. Her freckles seemed to run together as the color rose in her girlish cheeks.
She glided a finger briskly up and down through her slippery sexual crease, across the tip of her clit. She gasped. She thought of Ben fucking her mother.
"Oooh . . . oooh . . . oooh . . . ! " she panted. Suddenly her whole body jerked, and a wave of blissful warmth swept through her. Oooh, it's just WONDERFUL! she thought as fireworks seemed to go off in her brain.
Finally she lay still and felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. She didn't want to move.
She remained with her thighs flung wide apart and two fingers in her moist slit until shame finally forced her to take her hand away. She felt a bit stronger by that time and sat up to search for her panties.
Finding them, she stuck her feet into the undies and pulled them up. She snapped the elastic around her little belly and tucked the lower bands beneath her buttocks. She flipped her skirt down and rose from the bed.
Feeling even more ashamed of herself by that time, she walked to the window and looked at the big shade tree in the side yard. She hoped to get her mind off what she had done, which still mystified her even as it made her feel guilty.
But she found that her thoughts couldn't be detoured. She caught herself wondering how it would feel to have a man-or a boy-stick his big thing into her body and pump it up and down, the way Ben had done to her mother. Boys had cocks just like men had, Cindylou assumed.
The only boy she had ever gotten friendly with was Andy Kritch, who had lived down the street from her in town. He had kissed her a couple of times after they'd gone to a ballgame, and he had rubbed his hand across her front. That had felt good. But it was nasty, according to what her mother had told her, and she had scolded Andy, warning him never to do it again. He had promised.
Cindylou hadn't seen him again, because her mother had come home one night after going for a ride with Ben and had said she was going to marry him the next day. She gave up her job as a clerk at the variety store, and she and Cindylou moved to Ben's farm.
That was when all the dullness had set in. Cindylou had missed her girl friends in town-yes, and she had missed Andy, too, even though he had been naughty sometimes.
He had always wanted her to go to shows with him, but her mother had said movies were wicked . . . just like dancing. TV was wicked, too, which was why they had never bought a set for their house. Ben had a TV, but Cindylou's mother wouldn't let him turn it on except to watch ballgames or the news . . . or maybe things after Cindylou went to bed.
She couldn't imagine her mother watching TV with Ben. But she wouldn't have believed her mother would fuck with him in broad daylight, either-and enjoy it so-if she hadn't seen that with her own eyes.
If watching TV and movies-and fucking-were so bad, why did people do them all the time? Weren't they worried about going to hell?
There were many things that Cindylou didn't understand.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Cindylou was doing the evening dishes when suddenly she felt two hands reach around her and clasp her firm breasts. Her titties tingled as strong fingers squeezed her resilient flesh, rubbing her nipples to throbbing firmness inside her dress.
She gasped, and warm color surged into her freckled face. She squirmed, finally dislodging the hands from her breasts, and she turned to face Ben, who grinned at her. She smelled liquor on his breath.
"You shouldn't.. . touch me like that!" she said, breathing hard. "Aaaw, it don't hurt," he replied, and glided his hands down her back.
He grasped the spring-firm cheeks of her bottom, spreading them in her panties as he pulled her against him. His cock felt firm, but it was curved down. As she writhed, she felt it lift, poking against her belly.
She became frightened and pushed more vigorously against Ben, finally forcing him to let go of her. Her mother had taken the pickup and driven to a meeting of the church's women's club in town, leaving Ben and her alone in the house.
"Hey, let's watch a little TV," he said.
"Mama always told me I shouldn't," Cindylou replied.
"Well, Mama ain't here now-is she?" Ben chuckled. "Anyhow, it's okay. You got to find out a little something about the world, honey, and that's one way to do it."
"I . . . I haven't finished the dishes."
"The hell with them!" Ben replied. "Dry your hands and come on into the living room."
Cindylou obeyed. She had been brought up to believe she must always do what her elders said.
Ben snapped on the TV, and it was tuned to a musical show. A scantily clad girl was dancing about. Cindylou had never seen a show like that. She sat on the sofa, and Ben sat beside her.
"Look at that gal!" he said. "She's damn near nekkid!"
"Yes, isn't it awful?" Cindylou replied, her cheeks rosy.
"You ever seen a nekkid body-outside'a your own, I mean?"
"No!" Cindylou exclaimed. "For goodness sake!"
She had lied, because she didn't dare admit she had watched Ben and her mother in their bedroom, the day before. But the shameful recollection flashed in her mind, making her all the more embarrassed.
Ben leaned closer to her. "You know what a guy looks like without his pants on?"
"Of course I don't!" Cindylou said, blushing stronger than ever.
Ben grinned wickedly and unzipped the fly of his overalls. He kept watching Cindylou as he reached into his clothes, grasped his fat but supple penis, and brought it out. He pinched its stem between his thumb and forefinger, holding the hooded organ up.
Cindylou stared, wide-eyed. Ben's thing was pretty big, but it wasn't stiff like it had been when he was pumping it into her mama. As soft and floppy as it was at the moment, it didn't look as if it could pump into anything.
Nature solved the mystery for the young girl. Her fascinated gaze was all Ben's penis needed to take on a rush of hot blood. The shaft straightened before her eyes, stiffening up and growing longer.
Cindylou's lips parted as she stared. Her heart thumped.
The knoblike shape at the end of Ben's organ swelled, and the outer skin drew back a little from the dull-purplish tip.
"Oooh, my goodness!" Cindylou breathed.
Ben gripped the shank of his cock just behind the head and glided his hand down, rolling his foreskin completely off his glans. The knob swelled bigger than ever.
Cindylou felt a strangling sensation at her throat. Her brain was so woozy that she couldn't think straight. Her blood seemed to surge.
"Know what this is called?" Ben asked her.
"A . . . a cock the sixteen-year-old girl replied.
"Yeah!" Ben chuckled, and his hard-on twitched in his fist. "You're not so dumb. Know what a cock is for?"
"It's to . . . oooh, I shouldn't talk about it!"
"Ever hear about fucking?" Ben asked the girl.
"Yesssss." Cindylou's eyes seemed to glaze a little. She felt very hot. She let her bottom slide forward on the sofa, and her skirt pulled higher on her bare thighs.
"Now that you've seen what I look like, mind if I look at you?" Ben asked, and reached for the buttons on her blouse.
"Ooooh, you mustn't . . . pleeeaaase . . . "
Cindylou didn't fight him, however, as he loosened one button, then another, and a third. He pushed the edges of her blouse aside, baring her full, pink-nippled tits.
The half-drunk man gave a growl and wrapped each hand around a titty. He bowed his head and began smearing his wet mouth back and forth across Cindylou's nipples. She tossed her head back. Her breasts throbbed. The whole room seemed to be swirling.
The bewildered young girl let her thighs sway hotly apart, and her stepfather jammed a rough hand between them as he caught one of her nipples between his lips and sucked. He clutched her soft pussy through her pants.
"OOOOOOOOOHHH!" she bawled. "DOOOOOOOON'T! GOD! OOOH, GOD . . . PLEASE!"
She suddenly was terrified. What had started as a funny feeling and a twinge of curiosity had turned into something filthy and wild. Her new daddy was doing awful things to her, and she wanted him to stop. This was wicked! Why didn't God help her?
Ben had never wallowed in such a lustful thrill as he felt while squeezing his stepdaughter's firm, springy tits. He had forgotten that a young girl's titties could be that hard and he had never felt any that were so firm and large, at the same time.
Cindylou's pussy was enticingly soft on the other side of her panty crotch. The only trouble was, she had clamped her thighs together on Ben's hand so that he couldn't pull her briefs off or even get underneath them.
"NOOOOOH!" she cried wildly as she writhed. "OOOOOOH, STOP ITTTT!"
Ben would just as soon have died as to have stopped right then. He jerked his hand out from between his stepdaughter's thighs and grasped her by the shoulders. He tossed her onto her back on the sofa, her breasts bouncing tautly, and her legs flew into the air.
The lust-maddened man grasped at her panties, while his cock stuck straight up from his lap and twitched excitedly. His clawing fingers skidded against the nylon that sheathed Cindylou's hips, but finally he managed to hook his hands around the top of her briefs. He yanked, pulling her panties inside-out as they peeled out from under her bottom and along her twisting thighs. She tried to kick, but Ben wrapped one brawny arm around her thighs while he pulled off her pants with his other hand. Then he grasped a knee in each hand and wrenched them wide apart while she squirmed and flopped her head.
Ben stared in awe at the sixteen-year-old virgin's cunt.
Cindylou's slit was tight, with little bubbles of moisture clinging to it. The sparse, curly tendrils which grew along her soft cleft were as pale and delicate as corn silk.
"AAAWWWW, NOOOOOH PLEEEAAASE!" she was bawling, and she tried to push at Ben as he slid his hands down her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. He sank his thumbs into her warm, moist pussy and stretched its elastically taut outer lips apart.
Cindylou's little cunt unfolded like a flower, glistening with fresh dew. The partially open oval of her vaginal mouth was so small that it looked as if it couldn't possibly accommodate a cock. Her clit was the tiniest little nubbin Ben had ever seen.
He scrambled atop her.
"GOD!" she cried. "PLEEEASE!"
Her blue eyes were open wide, her head tilted back, her lips parted. The freckles on her face and a total absence of makeup made her look very young. But her lusciously bulging tits belied that, as did the pussy Ben had just inspected. She could take a cock!
Ben grasped his throbbing organ and smeared its spongy head against her cuntal flower.
"NOOOOOOOOOOH!" Cindylou cried again. She felt his cock pressing her open-tearing her little hole.
He pushed, forcing his cockhead between her small, delicate labia. She gasped at the pressure, which grew more intense. She was seared by a white-hot sensation. Then suddenly the pain was gone, except for some lingering soreness, and the pressure ceased, also. Cindylou realized with a shock that she had the knob of her stepfather's prick inside her, and the only force she felt was the stretching of her pussywalls wide apart around his massive cock as it tunneled into her virginal flesh. Her whole belly seemed full of him!
"Oooooooooooh!" she moaned, writhing.
Breathing hard, Ben began to stroke inside her. Cindylou wanted to pass out. But she couldn't. She felt every thrust and gliding withdrawal of her stepfather's cock intensely, as he rippled her previously un-fucked vagina up and down, stuffing her with his thick, bonelike hardness.
She gasped and squirmed. Her legs lifted and flexed weakly while Ben hovered over her, breathing boozy fumes into her face and thrilling to the velvet fist-like clasp of her slippery little cunt around his rod.
He pawed at her titties, giving her further shame. He twisted his head and sucked up a nipple, tugging at it, then letting it snap back. He fucked her sweet cunt harder and faster.
"Ooooh . . . oooh . . . ooooooh . . . " she panted, feeling no pleasure, but just an awful sense of being abused. Her pussy mouth remained sore as Ben stroked his thick rod up and down in it.
At last she knew what it felt like to be fucked, and it was awful! She wondered wildly how her mama could have liked it.
Ben didn't let her think anything else as his pussy-stretching cock drove up and down inside her at a furious rate, rocking her entire body, making her firm, springy breasts bounce up and down.
"UUUUHH . . . UUUUUHHH . . . AAAAAARRRRRGH!" he rasped, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he jerked blissfully in her pussy and spurted, gushing out a torrent from his lust-bloated balls.
His cum pooled in Cindylou's cunt, and that was the only effect she felt, except gratitude over the stopping of his ramming thrusts. When he pulled out of her tight pussy, she was more grateful yet.
But she felt intensely ashamed. She had never been so ashamed in her life.
"Well, how'd you like it, baby?" Ben asked, pushing himself up on his arms. "Pretty good, huh?"
She shut her eyes, and her lower lip trembled. Ben climbed off her and noted the small smear of blood around the edges of her cunt.
"It's all over," Ben said, looking down. "And it wasn't so bad, was it?"
Cindylou began to sob. Despite the hair on her pussy, and her full breasts, she seemed like a child at that moment.
Even Ben felt a twinge of shame, but he told himself, Hell, if I hadn't done it, some other stud iron Id have . . . any day.
"Look," he said, "you gotta straighten up, and we gotta have a talk. Your mama will be home any minute, and I want to make sure you don't say the wrong thing to her."
But it was already too late for that. The door opened, and Hettie saw Ben with his cock hanging out, standing over her denuded daughter. Cindylou turned her head on the sofa and stared through tearful eyes.
She leaped up and ran to the shocked woman at the door, her bare breasts shaking.
"Ooooh, Mama!" the sixteen-year-old cried. "Ben did .something awful to me!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Let me assure you, Sister Hettie, that you did the right thing in bringing your child to me," the Reverend Josiah Pike said. "She will receive the very best care and my closest personal supervision, particularly with regard to her spiritual needs."
"That's why I brought her to you, parson," her troubled mother replied. "I'm just grateful you can use her help in your home, so she can pay for her own keep. My husband and I aren't too well off, you know."
"I realize that, Sister Hettie, and you needn't concern yourself. Cindylou will pay her way." The forty-year-old parson's eyes moved over Cindylou's body, seeming to linger on the full, rounded thrust of her teenaged titties.
Cindylou gazed back at the gaunt, six-foot-two-inch man with the dour face and conservative dark clothing, and she was sorry she had told her mother what had happened between Ben and her . . . though her mother had seen enough to draw her own conclusions, Cindylou supposed.
Her mama had been shocked, then sympathetic, but after a private talk with Ben, the woman's attitude had hardened in a way that surprised Cindylou:
"It's for your own good, child, to get away from this house. I pray to God that the parson can help us, because it's his guidance and protection that you need."
It had all happened so quickly that Cindylou hadn't had an opportunity to adjust herself. However, she knew she wouldn't like it. The only good thing about coming to live with the parson, she thought, was that she was moving back into town, where her friends were.
Hettie bid her a tearful good-bye and left, thinking: I had to do it, or she would have ruined things for Ben and me! Anyway, it's best for her. Parson Pike is a good man. He will show her God's way, better than I was able to do.
"Well, Cindylou!" the parson said, studying her with his dark, intense eyes. "You will be living in my house from now on, with myself and my sister. As to your duties here, you will take direction from her. Come, and we shall meet her."
The painfully slender man guided the golden-haired girl in front of him as they climbed the stairs, and his gaze centered on her bottom, which undulated temptingly.
He rapped at an upstairs bedroom, and momentarily the door was opened by a woman in her late twenties who had a stern face, but was not un-pretty. She had long black hair. She studied Cindylou without smiling as her brother made the introduction, explaining that Cindylou would be staying with them and helping with the housework.
The woman, whose name was Sara, said, "Very well. Cindylou, I shall show you to your room and help you unpack. Where are your bags?"
"Uh, downstairs."
"Well, hurry and fetch them!"
If Cindylou could have seen the long look that passed between brother and sister as she left to follow instructions, she might have wondered about it.
"Take your clothes off, dear," Sara said as soon as Cindylou Was settled in her room. "I shall draw you a bath."
"But I don't need a bath," the blonde teenager protested.
Sara's aristocratic features hardened, and she said commandingly, "You will do as I say, without argument, whenever I give you instructions. Is that understood?"
Cindylou gulped. "Y-yes . . . I guess so."
"There is no guesswork about it, dear." Sara said dear as if it meant slave. "Now take off your blouse and skirt."
The tall brunette remained in the room, staring at her, and Cindylou was embarrassed. But she couldn't very well avoid unbuttoning her blouse. As she opened the plain white garment, revealing her full, erect breasts, Sara's gaze perceptibly sharpened.
"How old are you?" the woman asked.
"S-sixteen," Cindylou replied, blushing, as Sara stared at her tits.
"You are exceptionally well developed for such a young girl."
"Miss Pike," Cindylou said nervously, crossing her arms over her bosom, "I don't like to undress while someone is watching me."
"Call me Miss Sara, please. While modesty is encouraged by our religion, it is not necessary between you and me. Remove your skirt!"
Blushing even stronger, Cindylou unfastened the garment and let it down, stepping free. She wore pink panties, which were a staple of her wardrobe.
"Mmmmmmm," Sara said thoughtfully, moving with the fluidity of a cat as she encircled the embarrassed teenager, studying her from all angles. "You are a well turned-out young woman."
"Please . . . " Cindylou murmured.
"Take off your panties."
"Must I?"
"Your panties!" Sara ordered sternly.
Cindylou obeyed, wondering why she was being subjected to such humiliation. As she straightened, her silky briefs dangling from her fingers, she gazed at Sara blushingly.
The latter's dominant dark eyes bored at Cindylou's golden nest, which was not thick enough to conceal the top of her cuntal slit.
"Very nice," Sara murmured, her voice having acquired a softer and oddly husky tone. "You may go to the bathroom across the hall."
"B-but I can't leave the room without my clothes on!" Cindylou protested.
Sara's eyes flared, as did her voice: "You will soon learn that I mean it when I say I shall tolerate no arguments!"
She swung her hand, spanking Cindylou smartly across the quivery, rounded cheeks of her ass. The blow stung, and Cindylou caught her breath. Fear leaped into her blue eyes, mingling with shame.
"Now do as I told you!" Sara demanded.
Cindylou hurried to the door, her firmly contoured bottom wiggling. A rosy swath appeared across the creamy-smooth half-globes, where Sara's hand had struck.
The teenager opened the door and looked up and down the hall. Seeing no one, she darted naked to the bathroom, Sara following.
If Pastor Pike had been in the hall, Cindylou wondered, would Miss Sara have made her walk nude to the bathroom anyway?
The older woman started the water in the tub and told Cindylou, "Bathe thoroughly, please. After you have dried yourself, you may return to your room."
"B-but . . . " Cindylou wanted to point out that she had no robe or other clothing to put on. However, she remembered the slap she had gotten before and held her tongue.
Sara turned and left.
There was something about the woman's attitude and the way she had looked at her that made Cindylou nervous. It wasn't quite Christianly, she thought. Yet Sara was the pastor's sister, living in his home. She had to be a good Christian lady, didn't she?
Cindylou obediently soaped her large, bobbly breasts, and she rose onto her knees to do the lower portions of her body.
What did Miss Sara think anyway, she wondered, that she had bugs or something? Being forced to take a bath when she first arrived in the pastor's house seemed like kind of an insult.
As her hand moved over her plushy little cunt, wiggling the damp folds and soaping them, Cindylou became aroused. She recalled playing with herself on her bed at home . . . and the pleasure that had given her. It felt even better to stroke herself while she had soap on her hands.
She spread her knees a bit wider on the bottom of the tub, and glided her fingertips between the lathered petals of her girlish flower. She bent forward and gazed at her glistening pinkness as she held her labia apart.
Ben had stuck his big cock right up there, she recalled. That had hurt, but it had given her a wild feeling, too. She suddenly thought about Andy and wondered how it would feel to take his boyish prick inside her-would she like his better than Ben's?
Shyly she inserted a finger in the rosy, wet mouth of her vagina and stroked the make-believe cock in and out. Andy's cock, she thought, trying to visualize what it would look like. More important, how would it feel? Perhaps larger than her finger, but not as thick and long as Ben's.
She rubbed the tip of her clitty as she stroked her finger in and out of her hot little hole, gliding on a soapy film. That felt very good. Waves of passion rose through her.
Cindylou tossed her head, her ponytails flying, and she opened her mouth as she diddled herself faster. The tip of her clit tingled wildly.
Andy . . . oooh, Andy! she thought.
With her eyes shut, she thought of Andy getting on top of her and spearing his stiff prick into her eager body. Up and down he was stroking it, in and out. She felt it. Ooh, wow, it felt so good!
Cindylou began pushing her flared pussy against the invading strokes of her finger. Small as her cuntal passage was, it didn't seem to grip her finger tightly enough, because her finger was too slim. She glided a second finger into her cunt and stroked both of them in and out together.
Oh, yes! That was much better! Wow!
The masturbating teenager licked her lips and whimpered softly as she stroked herself, her hips driving forward and back. Her plump buttocks quivered.
The water lapped around her churning thighs as her motions became more frenzied. Her pussy throbbed around the invading thrusts of her fingers. She gasped and bit her lip. She pinched her wildly tingling clitty.
Her mouth flew open, and she let out a low, passionate moan. Her hips bumped spastically. Blissful warmth flooded her, and her brain seemed to swim in it.
She sank down onto her bottom in the tub and slid so low that her titties bobbled on the surface. She seized the sensitive swells and squeezed them, plucking at her pink nipples. A new flurry of throbs coursed through her, causing her buttocks to slap against the bathtub as she writhed. Some water splashed out.
Shame on you! Cindylou suddenly thought. You did something naughty to yourself, and now you're making a mess on the floor! What will the preacher and Miss Sara say:'
Thinking about them made her feel even more guilty for playing with herself. They no doubt would have punished her severely if they had known.
Chastened by her own guilty thoughts, she rose from the tub, though she was still trembling a bit.
She opened the drain and, as the water gurgled out, dried herself on a large towel that had been hanging up. Her flesh glowed with youthful vibrancy when she was through.
Wrapping the damp towel about her as modestly as possible, she opened the bathroom door and peeped outside. The hall was deserted. Cindylou hurried across to her room, the door of which stood ajar.
As she entered the room, she gasped. The pastor's brunette sister was stretched out on top of the bed, totally nude.
"M-Miss Sara!" Cindylou exclaimed as a redness re-entered her cheeks.
"Don't be frightened," Sara said calmly. "Drop that silly towel and come here."
"But.. . "
"Drop the towel, child!"
Cindylou did so, feeling confused and more embarrassed than ever. Sara's mature body was surprisingly beautiful, now that she had shed her drab garments. Lying on her side and leaning on an elbow, she displayed her full breasts, one atop the other. Her nipples were ruddy and extended, sprouting from dark, crinkled aureola. Her belly was voluptuously curved, and there was a thick hank of lustrous black hair at her loins.
"I believe we should be very close to each other, Cindylou," the older woman said, by way of explanation. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Well yes, but . . . " Cindylou was blushing furiously.
"I could make things most difficult for you here if I wished," Sara went on. "But I would much prefer for us to have a warm personal relationship. It all depends on you, my child."
"I . . . I don't understand."
"Lie down next to me, and I'll show you," Sara replied, her eyes glinting with a strange light.
She moved over, her breasts quivering, making room for Cindylou to lie down. The teenager had no idea what this meant. She was apprehensive, because the situation was so strange, and she hesitated.
"Cindylou! Think carefully about what I just told you."
"Y-yes, Miss Sara," the sixteen-year-old said, and lay down beside the older woman.
"Now!" Sara rose to a sitting position, her breasts settling in ripe fullness. "Please lie perfectly still. I shall make you feel good."
Cindylou did lie still, though her nerves were running riot. She began to realize that there were still things about life-and particularly sex-that she didn't understand.
Sara bent, her breasts cascading forward, and she touched her lips to Cindylou's. At first it was a feathery caress that imparted only a tickle, but then Cindylou felt the woman's tongue protrude and slither moistly between her lips. Though the young girl's shock increased, she let her lips part. Sara sank her tongue deeply into Cindylou's mouth.
The blonde girl was wide-eyed, and her pulse throbbed, as Sara warmly licked the interior of her mouth. Finally the woman raised her head.
She stared at Cindylou's breasts, which mounded high even though the teenager was lying on her back.
"Such firmness!" Sara breathed, as her long, tapering fingers curled around a plump tit, squeezing gently. She waggled Cindylou's breast to and fro.
Sara bent and licked the teenager's upward-thrusting pink nipple. A thrill shot through Cindylou, which was even sharper than when Ben had played with her breasts. There was something about the woman's touch that was especially exciting. She wasn't rough at all. Her tongue imparted a moist, tantalizing caress as it swirled about the tip of Cindylou's titty, then fluttered across the rigid stem. Sara's soft lips clasped the young girl's nipple and sucked at it, again more gently than Ben had done, and with telling effect. Cindylou squirmed.
Her other breast received a licking and tonguing, like the first. Then Sara's hands glided downward on the teenager's body. She grasped Cindylou's hips, her fingertips sinking into the resilient flesh of her buttocks.
Sara's lips brushed her navel, and the woman's warm breath tickled Cindylou's tummy. Sara's tongue wiggled into her crinkly belly button, adding to the teenager's uncomfortable but strangely excited response.
The idea of two woman lying in bed together, one kissing and stroking the other's body, astounded Cindylou even as she submissively accepted it.
Sara's dangling breasts brushed silkily and warmly against Cindylou's skin, her nipples furnishing a scratchy contrast to the general silky feel. Sara kissed lower, and her chin brushed the top of Cindylou's fluff.
The teenager was newly alarmed. Having her mouth tongued and her breasts licked by Miss Sara had been shocking. But now it seemed that the other woman was about to . . .
"Ooooooooh!" Cindylou breathed, as Sara's tongue slithered wetly among her flaxen cuntal curls, seeking the beginning of her slit.
Sara found that sensitive crease and licked along it, making Cindylou want to jump. The teenager parted her thighs a little and this permitted Sara to lick lower along her sweet, girlish snatch.
Cindylou's velvet little vault remained snugly shut, however, her clit buried beneath her outer labia which were pale, not very puffy, and had only a few silky hairs growing along them.
Sara's fingers stroked her legs, finally seizing her firm thighs and spreading them wide apart. The woman slid easily between the tapering columns. Cindylou's shock and humiliation increased as Sara stared directly at her pussy.
"Noooooooh!" Cindylou protested, because the whole thing seemed so nasty.
"Ooh, yesssssss, my darling!" Sara said with surprising warmth, as her face approached the teenager's tempting, dainty cunt.
Sara's warm breath touched her pussy first, stirring her little hairs and tickling her sensitive flesh. Then the woman's wet tongue touched her slit, causing Cindylou to gasp as if she had been branded by a hot iron. Sara's tongue twisted between her delicate labia, caressing the tiny head of her clitoris, and the girl lurched spastically.
Sara gripped the girl's thighs harder, holding her in place. Cindylou realized by that time that she was being raped, just as Ben had raped her-but in an odd, surprising way.
Sara's tongue opened her pussy more widely and stroked up and down her moistening little labia, finding the girl's cuntal folds excitingly diminutive and delicate. Sara corkscrewed her tongue at the entrance to Cindylou's vaginal channel and was able to achieve only shallow entry.
Sara's tongue flapped tantalizingly up through her warm, wiggly gash and across the now-straining tip of her clit.
"You like it-don't you, child?" Sara purred, her lips brushing Cindylou's cuntal flesh.
Cindylou didn't reply, because she didn't think she really did like it-but it felt good! She couldn't deny that to herself.
Sara's tongue-strokes felt better and better as they plunged and slithered through Cindylou's velvet-soft, oozing cunny. Finally Sara centered her lips on the very tip of her clit, seizing the delectable nubbin gently but firmly. She beat a tantalizing tattoo with her tongue-tip against Cindylou's hot-spot as she compressed her lips rhythmically around it.
Cindylou's spirit soared. Her emerging sensuous nature surged. She felt as if she were breathlessly seeking something that she needed desperately, though she didn't know what it was.
Sara showed her. The woman's wetly clasping lips and clit-tickling tongue caused Cindylou's hips to slam upward as her whole being seemed to blossom. Sweet throbs of exquisite delight coursed through her, enveloping her in blissful warmth.
Sara sat up and smiled at Cindylou. It was the first really warm smile that the woman had shown.
"We will do this again," she said confidently. "And I will show you other things, also. We will be great friends, Cindylou. But you must never forget that I am your governess, and you are to do exactly as I say at all times!"
Sara's features reassumed their cold, commanding cast. "Now put your clothes on, and we shall go downstairs. My brother will wish to speak with you."
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindylou thought over Pastor Pike's lecture as she worked at the first job Sara assigned her: weeding a flower bed along the side of the house.
"Hard work, discipline and prayer!" the grim-faced preacher had proclaimed. "Those will be the principal elements of your life here. Needless to say, there will be no frivolity. That means absolutely no contact with boys! Do you understand, Cindylou?"
She had nodded meekly, struggling to reconcile his attitude with the burst of naked wickedness which his sister had displayed upstairs. But Sara was a puzzle herself, one moment as harsh as her brother and the next . . . well, Cindylou simply didn't comprehend.
As she knelt and bent forward, yanking weeds out of the ground, her titties swayed and quivered in her blouse. Her skirt had pulled high at the back, revealing her tapering, creamy-toned thighs.
A teenaged boy was sauntering along the quiet, tree-shaded street, spinning a yo-yo down the string attached to his middle finger. He was skinny, but otherwise not bad looking, with a sensitive face, large brown eyes, and dark hair which was moderately long. He glanced about as he walked, the yo-yo taking care of itself.
Suddenly he stopped and stared at something moving on the other side of the bushes at the corner of the preacher's house. He caught the yo-yo in his hand and approached soundlessly on tennis shoes, intent upon a closer look.
The moving object proved to be, as he had suspected, the waggling rear end of a girl, who was kneeling next to a flower bed. She bent further forward to tug vigorously at a particularly tough weed, and her little skirt hiked so high at the back that her bare thighs became visible right to their tops, where they were encircled by the elastics of pink panties.
The youth grinned, and his cock twitched responsively in his Levis. He decided he had better say something and make the girl straighten up before he had a problem: "Hi!"
Cindylou straightened and whirled. She grinned. "Andy!"
"Well, for gosh sakes . . . Cindylou! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I live here now."
"You do? Hey, that's great! But how come? This is the preacher's house."
"Yeah. I'm staying with him."
"You don't sound too happy about it," Andy observed, staring at the enticing, round projections of her breasts.
"I'm not," she said softly. "But I shouldn't talk about that. The fact is. I shouldn't be talking to you at all! Parson Pike wouldn't like it."
"Well, he don't need to know," Andy said, dropping to his knees beside the pretty blonde. "How come you're not living with your mother?"
"She got married," Cindylou said glumly.
"Yeah, I heard. You guys moved to a farm, I thought."
"We did, but. . . well, it didn't work out: So here I am."
Andy's boyish grin lit up again. "Like I said, that's great! Gee, Cindy, you're sure looking good!"
"Thank you." She glanced down.
She always got a strange, tingly feeling when Andy was close to her. He moved closer yet, ogling her firmly thrusting tits. Her nipples made dents in her blouse.
"Now that you're living in town, you and I could have a lot of fun together," he said.
"I told you, Andy-I'm not supposed to even talk with you!"
"Aaw, that's crazy!"
"Well, just the same . . . "
Andy reached out and, before Cindylou could stop him, he grasped one of her titties through her blouse. He squeezed, and the thrill she received was greater than she had gotten from Ben-or from Sara, either.
"Stop it!" she said, and tried to dislodge Andy's hand.
He merely laughed and clutched her teenaged boob all the harder, rolling the rounded protrusion against her rib cage. He used his other arm to draw Cindylou closer, which impeded her resistance, and his firm mouth clamped against her moist lips.
Writhing, she knocked into a bush, and one of its branches scraped the side of the house. It happened that the preacher's study was on the other side of the wall, and he looked up from the paper on which he was scribbling notes for a sermon.
Pesky cats! he thought. Screwing in the bushes!
He stepped to the window, intending to shoo the offensive animals away. When he looked down, he received a shock: Cindylou was kissing the Kritch boy from down the street . . . and he had his hand around one of her breasts, as well!
Josiah stood for a moment, staring down at them, for he enjoyed a particularly advantageous angle. He could not only see Andy's grubby hand, squeezing and manipulating Cindylou's breast from outside her blouse, but he could look down her neckline at the same time and watch her titty flesh wiggle.
Josiah's thin lips parted as he breathed through them. An awakening of passion at his loins caused him to rub himself through the dark fabric of his trousers.
Enough! he thought. I can't permit this!
"Cindylou!" he shouted, after opening the window. "Send that boy away and come in here!"
Startled, Andy let go of her. They both looked up tremulously. The severe expression on the preacher's face told Cindylou that she was in trouble.
"Now look what you did!" she said, under her breath, to Andy.
"Gosh, I'm sorry," he replied. "But we didn't do anything really wrong."
Not replying, because she was much too concerned about her problem with Parson Pike, Cindylou got up and edged past Andy to walk to the front door of the house. The preacher confronted her as soon as she had entered the living room.
"You naughty child!" he said, fixing her with his harsh eyes, which frequently had frightened her when they had glared from the pulpit on Sunday mornings. "The moment my back was turned, you chose to violate one of my precepts!"
"Parson Pike, I'm sorry!" Cindylou exclaimed. "I didn't mean to kiss Andy. He came along and knelt beside me-there was nothing I could do!"
"That's ridiculous!" Josiah snorted. "Anyway, kissing him was not the worst offense you committed, as bad as that was. You allowed the young wastrel to clutch you by the breast!"
Cindylou blushed. "I . . . I didn't allow him to! He j-just did it!"
"And you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Josiah demanded, his eyes seeming to shoot fire. He reached out and shocked the young girl by doing what Andy had done, wrapping his long, bony fingers around a braless breast and squeezing it through her blouse. "Tell me, Cindylou-do you like getting your titty squeezed?"
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned shamefully, shutting her eyes. "Parson Pike! P-please! You're huuuurting me!"
"Hah!" he retorted, taking his hand away with a waggling motion that made her breast vibrate. "I've known lots of sinning girls like you! You blame boys and men for making you do things that are wrong, when you've been flirting with them and enticing them all the time, and you secretly enjoy the nasty things they do to you! Wasn't it that way with your stepfather-hmm? Didn't you shake your saucy tits in his face and waggle your behind until he couldn't control himself?"
"NOOOOH!" Cindylou fairly howled. "That's not right, Parson! I DIDN'T!"
"Well, regardless, you are to blame for what just happened, because you should never have let that boy dally here. You must be punished!"
"Ooooh pleeeaase, Parson! I'll never do it again!"
"Hush! You will take your punishment in silence!"
Josiah grasped her by an arm and yanked her forward, causing her to plunge across his lap as he dropped onto a straight-backed chair. He held Cindylou down with his left hand while his right pulled up her skirt.
Shame suffused her as she realized with a shock that she was to be spanked on the seat of her panties.
The preacher took his time, gazing lasciviously at the lovely half-globes that stretched the filmy pink nylon of her briefs. Cindylou couldn't keep from writhing, because it was intensely embarrassing to have him look at her that way. As she writhed, her buttocks squirmed and vibrated in her panties, causing little puckers to slant this way and that across the nylon that spanned the jiggly mounds. The leg elastics of her panties crept upward on her buttocks, exposing rounded bulges of pinchable flesh.
Josiah was especially fascinated by the narrowing of her panties as the pink fabric plunged down between her scissoring, creamy-smooth thighs.
He couldn't merely hold Cindylou across his lap and stare at her panty-clad bottom all day, much as he might have enjoyed that. He had a duty to perform!
He raised his right hand, held it poised above the girl's ass for several tantalizing moments, then brought it down smartly, slapping her across both buttocks. The spank made a loud sound, whose fleshiness was slightly dulled by the presence of her panties between his hand and her buttocks.
Her resilient asscheeks compressed, then quivered as he lifted his ahnd to spank her again. Her bottom burned and tingled.
Slap!
When Josiah's punishing hand smacked the girl's buttocks a second time, they burned hotter. They vibrated wildly as he lifted his hand again.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The preacher spanked Cindylou's plumply round bottom again and again, the sharp sounds carrying through the hose, along with the moans and whimpers which she couldn't suppress.
On the second floor, Sara heard what was going on, and she left her room to creep silently down the stairs. She arrived at the living room doorway just as the preacher's bony fingers hooked the top elastic of Cindylou's briefs.
Oooh, nooooh! the humiliated girl thought. He isn't going to pull my pants down!
But he did, stretching her panty elastic as far as it would go, which then caused her briefs to skid out from under her loins. Her bottom was totally denuded as her pink panties pulled inside-out down her thighs. Josiah left them in a figure-8 wound about her knees.
He resumed spanking her, this time on her bare buttocks, striking first one rounded cheek and then the other, making them jiggle and bounce.
"Ooooh . . . oooooh . . . ooooooh!" she cried in abject shame and humiliation as the preacher's unrelenting hand blistered her tender, smooth bottom, turning it red.
Sara stared from the doorway, a sly smile on her face. She rubbed her aroused pussy through the front of her dress.
Cindylou didn't see the woman as she writhed, head-down, across the preacher's bony legs, her bare bottom waggling before him as he spanked it with stunning effect . . . on himself as well as on her. The parson's prick rose to prod her middle through his pants.
Cindylou didn't notice that, either, because her spanked buttocks burned too intensely and her shame was like a cancer that consumed her mind.
Finally the preacher stopped spanking her and, instead of allowing her to rise, rolled her off his lap and onto the carpet. She came to rest on her back, with her legs in the air. Josiah gazed hotly at her blonde pussy curls that lined her enticing slit.
Grasping her panties desperately, she pulled them up. She jerked her skirt down and struggled to her feet. Her hands swiped at tear-filled eyes, and she was too ashamed to look at the parson.
"Go up to your room!" he ordered. "And think about the sin you have committed! Beg God to forgive you!"
Sara stepped out of the way as Cindylou ran from the room, scarcely seeing her. The girl's bottom felt like it was on fire as she streaked up the stairs.
"Well, Josiah . . . " his sister purred as she walked up to him, "you were in excellent form just now."
"You watched it, hmm?" He remained seated as he regarded her with interest.
"Ooh, yessss! And I must say that it got me horny! What did the poor girl do, anyway?"
"She let that Andy Kritch from down the street kiss her and paw one of her big, bouncy tits."
"Indeed?" Sara chuckled. "Well, girls will be girls . . . and boys will be boys. She does have delightful tits, doesn't she?"
"Christ, yes!" the minister said. "I've love to get hold of them myself!"
"Well, why don't you? I thought that was the reason you let her move in here."
"You know me pretty well-don't you, Sara?"
"We've lived together quite awhile."
"All right. I will have my way with the girl-but not quite yet. She still may decide to run back to her mother, and think of the scandal if she should talk! When I screw that buxom little bitch, it will be after she's firmly committed to me. I'll set something up."
"I'm sure you will," Sara said. "But in the meantime, you must be hurting. Spanking that girl's saucy ass must have gotten you all hot and bothered."
Sara sank to her knees next to the minister's legs.
"Sara!" he exclaimed. "Oooh, would you?" His eyes lit up excitedly. "I was afraid that perhaps my bringing the girl to live here would make you jealous, and that things might change between us."
"Nonsense, Josiah," she replied as she caressed him through his trousers, feeling the hardness which had not subsided. "I enjoy having the girl here, too."
"You know, I thought you might." His eyes twinkled wickedly.
"You know me as well as I know you, it seems," Sara said, and unzipped his pants. "Yes, Josiah . . . I've already gotten acquainted with the young tart. And, believe me, she is very tasty!"
His sister pulled out Josiah's cock, which was eight inches long and as skinny as the rest of him, except for the bulging knob at its end. Blue veins stood out along the length of his up-thrust, quivering organ.
Sara rolled back his leathery foreskin, exposing his purplish, fat glans. Clear moisture had seeped out through his gaping slit and spread back over the bulb. Sara licked her lips as she looked down at his up-thrust sex-wand, which she held around its base.
Slowly she bowed her head, her black hair showering about her cheeks.
Josiah whipped her hair away so that he could watch as well as feel her rosy tongue avidly scour his cockhead, taking up his spilled honey. She licked around one side of his bulb and then the other. She fluttered her tongue tantalizingly against his pecker's tip, causing the responsive, stiff organ to quiver in her grasp.
Then ever-so-slowly Sara glided her soft lips over the crown of his cock and down until her mouth had encompassed his throbbing glans completely. Her lips locked into the groove behind his corona. She sucked, champing on his spongy-firm meat, and Josiah groaned.
"Ooooh, Sara . . . ! " he said. "You are the very best! Your sucking mouth . . . your lips and tongue . . . they are sheer heaven!"
His sister began to bob her head, pumping her elastically snug lips on his slick shaft. His glans skidded to the back of her velvet tongue and into the clasping heat of her throat.
Josiah writhed on the chair. He knew, once again, why he had never gotten married. What did he need with a wife when he had such an adorable-and very talented-sister?
She licked his long, quivering boner as she sucked on it, letting its steely hardness glide between her o-shaped, snugly clasping lips. His cock-head pressed her tongue with long, steady strokes. His balls churned, bloated with the hot cum which had built up while he was spanking Cindylou and was increasing by the moment as his dear sister cock-sucked him.
She varied the straight up-and-down plunges of her mouth with a writhing head-motion, like a dog chewing on a particularly delicious bone. She let Josiah's prick escape and stick up next to her nose, so that she could inhale its humid fragrance while she licked around the shank. She scooped his big, hairy balls out of his pants and licked them as his stuck-up cock waggled to and fro. Then she walked her tongue up the underside of his long organ to its crest, swirled her oral love-maker around the plum-like swell, and captured his cockhead in her mouth once more.
She resumed stroking her warm, wet mouth up and down on his dick, this time more briskly than before, and she showed no intention of stopping until she had brought him off. Josiah groaned harshly as his rump lifted off the seat of the chair, driving his cock deeply into his sister's mouth and throat. He shot, giving her gush after gush of thick cream, which washed down her gulping gullet.
"Aaaahhhh, yessssss. . . you are the greatest indeed!" he sighed as he settled back.
"Just remember that," Sara advised, "and don't try to take that sweet girl away from me. She has enough untapped passion for both of us to enjoy, I'm quite sure."
Josiah gave his sister one of his rare, knowing smiles.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindylou was lying on her bed-face-downward, because her bottom burned furiously from the spanking that the Reverend Pike had given her, and she thought about how miserable she was. If she were able, she would have run away. But she had no money and no way of getting anywhere. There was no one to help her. She knew she wouldn't be welcome back at the farm, with her mother and Ben.
The teenager pulled up her skirt at the back and rubbed her tender, sore bottom through her clingy nylon briefs.
That mean old preacher! she thought. Spanking me on the panties, and then on the bare bottom, just for talking with a boy and letting him kiss me! I couldn't help that, anyway.
The door opened, and Sara entered the room. Cindylou frowned and jerked her skirt down.
"No!" Sara exclaimed. "Don't do that. I like to look at your pretty rear end, and at your lovely breasts, too. You have a wonderful figure for such a young girl-so full and vibrant, and so firm!"
"What do you want?" Cindylou asked poutily.
"To talk." Sara sat on the edge of the teenager's bed. "I know how you feel, dear. I'm afraid that my brother was unduly harsh. But you must understand his attitude about young girls and boys, uh, doing things that they shouldn't."
"Andy and I weren't doing anything really wrong," Cindylou said.
"I can understand why you say that," Sara replied, gazing at the innocent, freckle-faced child. "It feels good to have a boy kiss you, and touch you on the breasts, doesn't it?"
"Well. . . yes."
"But there are other ways to feel good, such as I showed you earlier." Sara continued, "and they will not get you in trouble."
"But aren't they wrong, too?" Cindylou asked.
"Not really." Sara began lightly stroking the young girl's back. "At least, my brother won't interfere with anything I do."
She slowly raised the confused teenager's skirt.
"I don't like this," Cindylou said.
"Hush. I believe you do like it. You're just not sure what's right and what's wrong. But, you see, you don't have to worry about that." Sara began to stroke Cindylou through her panties. "As long as you do what my brother and I tell you, you needn't worry about anything."
"I. . . I hurt back there," Cindylou murmured as the older woman stroked her panty-clad bottom.
"Well, let me see what I can do about that. . . hmmmm?! "
Sara stretched the top elastic of Cindylou's panties and slowly lowered the pink undergarment, denuding the rounded loaves of the teenager's ass. Her buttocks, which were usually the color of cream, glowed rosily from the preacher's severe spanking.
Sara didn't merely lower Cindylou's panties but took them all the way off. An unbidden excitement began to swirl in the young girl's flesh.
Sara bent, her warm breath caressing Cindylou's bottom. Then the teenager felt the shock of the woman's wet tongue stroking her punished buttocks.
Though the contact was shocking at first, Sara's moist tongue had a soothing effect as it glided over the girl's tortured bottom, and it soon began to feel very good. Cindylou squirmed, the excitement within her increasing.
Her plump buttocks wobbled firmly as Miss Sara licked them. Momentarily the woman's tongue became caught in the crack between her satiny mounds.
"Oooooh!" Cindylou exclaimed, in dismay as Sara licked deeper into her forbidden rear cleft.
Sara's tongue struck damply and excitingly at the crinkled, small depression of Cindylou's anus, which she clenched, even though the shocking kiss felt good.
HOW NASTY! Cindylou thought. Kissing a person's ass was one of the worst things that could be done, or so she had heard.
Sara wiggled her wet tongue against the teenager's tight little bunghole, while her hands stroked Cindylou's flanks, wobbling the girl's shivery buttocks against her cheeks.
Finally Sara raised her head. She then rolled Cindylou over.
"Wh-what are you going to do now?" the sixteen-year-old asked in mingled apprehension and excitement.
Sara looked at her sweet pussy and ruffled its sparse golden hairs. Then Sara backed off the bed, standing up.
"It isn't merely what I'm going to do, darling," she said huskily. "It's what we're going to do. . . together.
"I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," Sara purred as she began removing her own clothes. "I'll show you."
Cindylou stared up at the woman's full breasts, which appeared as she pulled her dress off. Those breasts were softer than Cindylou's and hung more. . . though not badly. They retained a ripe fullness. Sara's nipples were dark and plump.
The older woman stepped out of her panties and was nude. The very thick, dark hair at her loins furnished a striking contrast to her pale skin. Sara's bush was so thick that the top of her slit couldn't be seen.
"Slide over," she told Cindylou, "so I can lie down beside you."
"We. . . we shouldn't do that," the child said.
Sara's dark eyes flashed. "You will obey me, Cindylou, without argument!"
Fearfully, Cindylou slid over and let the woman lie down. She was afraid to resist as Sara removed her shoes, skirt and blouse. The teenager's startlingly large, pink-nippled breasts came into view.
"What a beautiful girl you are!" Sara purred, snuggling closer.
She fondled Cindylou's stunning tits, then bent her head and began licking the girl's erect nipples. Cindylou bit her lip.
It was strange how she became excited, Cindylou thought, when Miss Sara licked and caressed her. One female shouldn't feel that way about another, it seemed. Yet it was happening, and there was nothing Cindylou could do to stem the passion that surged within her.
Sara rolled her onto her back, the girl's titties wobbling tautly. Her nipples stuck up so stiffly by that time that they looked as if they might burst. They tingled hotly.
Sara bent and sucked them in turn. Her tongue gently whipped the sensitive stems as they soaked in her warm, wet mouth. Cindylou whimpered and squirmed.
Suddenly Sara flopped onto her back, her own breasts hobbling. "Wouldn't you like to play with my titties now?" she lewdly asked.
Cindylou sat up and stared at her. Sara's mature breasts were strangely inviting, but it still seemed wrong to touch them. Sara took one of the teenager's hands in hers and guided it to her bosom.
"Feel. . . " she breathed, curling Cindylou's fingers around one of her wobbly mounds.
The girl's fingers tightened on the springy-soft titflesh, forcing Sara's red nipple higher.
"Now bend down and. . . suck me!" Sara urged.
"Is it . . . all right?" Cindylou asked.
"It will be wonderful! You'll see. Girls like to suck titties as well as men do."
Cindylou could see some reason for that, as strange as it had seemed at first thought, because hadn't she sucked her mama's tits when she was very young? She didn't remember, of course, but she assumed that she had.
She bent and licked Sara's rosy nipple at first, as the woman had licked hers.
"Ooooooh!" Sara moaned, and she writhed, wobbling her titty against Cindylou's lips.
The teenager seized the woman's nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Cindylou's brain became light as she sucked on the rubbery, fat stem. She pressed her lips more snugly against the surrounding crinkled aureole and sucked harder.
"My other one, too!" Sara moaned. "Suck both my titties,, dear!"
Cindylou switched her mouth from one breast to the other. She became more and more excited. . . and more abandoned as she began adjusting to the odd form of love.
"Now k-kiss along my body," Sara said as her hands fluttered around the twin golden bunches of Cindylou's ponytails. She gently but firmly guided the child's face away from her wobbling breasts and along her smooth middle, to her belly button.
The girl remembered how Sara had licked her navel, and she corkscrewed her damp tongue into the small cup.
"Ooooooh. . . . yesssssss!" Sara hissed. "Now lower yet. . . stroke my pussy. . . ! "
Cindylou was mildly shocked by the woman's use of dirty words, but that didn't matter much compared to the shock of the situation itself. Now Sara was asking her to do something really nasty, and Cindylou didn't know if she could.
But did she dare not do it? Miss Sara had slapped her once across the bottom, Cindylou recalled, and she couldn't take another spanking from anyone! She was just too sore back there.
She stared at the thick hair on Sara's sex-mound and, as the woman spread her legs, Cindylou saw that the rich growth continued on down between her legs. Cindylou couldn't even see her thing because of all the wispy black hair that grew between her thighs.
"Pet me!" Sara demanded, breathing hard.
"Rub your hand between my legs."
"Ooooh, m-must I Miss Sara?" Cindylou asked. "Yes! And right now!"
The sixteen-year-old surrendered meekly, placing her hand on Miss Sara's pussy. She felt an excited tremor pass through the woman, which communicated an added excitement to Cindylou, as well.
Miss Sara's hairy twat was soft and very warm. Moisture seeped through the tendrils, dampening Cindylou's hand.
"Stroke me. . . ! " Sara demanded, between gasps. "Feel my . . . slit!"
Cindylou pressed the woman's pussy, rubbing her hand up and down. Her hand became more damp, and she derived more of a meaty feel as Sara's thick hair was pressed to either side of her soft, wet cunt, which worked itself open.
The curious adolescent had to see what it looked like, and she took her hand away so that she could bend down between Miss Sara's legs. That pleased the woman, and she moaned, spreading her legs even wider, her knees drawn up.
Cindylou gazed at the oozing rosy split in Miss Sara's black forest. It was frightening in a way-so much darker and larger than Cindylou's own little pussy, which she had looked at in a mirror. Miss
Sara's cunt had a wild scent, also-not bad, really, Cindylou decided, but as strange as everything else that had happened.
The girl's heart thudded as she thought of how Miss Sara had licked and sucked at her pussy. Cindylou feared that the woman would expect her to do the same with the rosy, wet gash she was staring at.
The demand was not long in coming: "Lick it!" Miss Sara passionately implored.
Cindylou didn't want to. She had done too much already, she thought. But the same combination of fear and fascination, which had made her suck Miss Sara's tits, was driving her to even more shameful depths.
The teenager slowly bowed her blonde, pony-tailed head and brought her freckled face close to the mature woman's cunt. Cindylou's tongue ventured tremulously out from between her pink, girlish lips.
As she touched her tongue to the rosier and much moister lips of Miss Sara's pussy, Cindylou derived a tangy taste. . . and a new shock from the illicit contact. The shock which Sara received was translated into pure pleasure, and her hips bumped spastically.
"Oooooh, that's it, dear!" she said, speaking much more warmly than usual. "Lick it good! Ooooh, eat me alllll up ! "
She arched forward, grasping Cindylou around the back of the head as she ground her warm cunt soggily against the child's mouth. To Cindylou's dismay, her lips as well as her tongue were forced into the woman's juicy, strange-tasting twat while her button nose was buried in Miss Sara's tangy-scented muff.
Sara locked her legs around the back of Cindylou's head, which assisted in holding the humiliated child in place, and she wiggled her yearning cunt against the girl's licking, sucking mouth. Cindylou seemed to have no choice but to lick it, even though she was ashamed-and to suck also, which happened first as a result of her gasping for breath. Once she got a mouthful of Miss Sara's pussy juice, she decided it wasn't really so bad. Cindylou was even getting used to the musky-sweet scent of the woman's cunt.
The girl licked and sucked more actively while her senses swirled and the excitement within her body took a strong upward surge. Her tongue centered on a firm, protruding nub in Miss Sara's soft, wiggly cunt-flesh, and Cindylou knew it was the hot-point which was like hers, which the woman had licked and sucked.
Miss Sara panted and clawed at Cindylou's twin-pony tailed hair while the adolescent licked her clit fervently, then seized it between her pips and sucked.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Sara bawled, her hips bumping. "PLEEEEEAASSEE . . . TURN AROUND . . . LET ME EAT YOU, TOOOO!"
By that time Cindylou was so deeply mired in the new, mindless passion that she had no ability to resist. She turned and let Miss Sara guide her to a kneeling position astride her face. Miss Sara hungrily clasped the girl's rounded hips and pulled down, bringing her pussy smackingly against Sara's mouth.
Cindylou's childishly delicate cuntlips had moistened by that time, emitting a fresh, tantalizing fragrance. The girl's taste was delightful as Sara plowed her tongue into the succulent feast.
Cindylou didn't have to be told to drop her head between Miss Sara's thighs once again, this time from the opposite direction, and resume kissing her governess's cunt. The child's nose touched the soft undercurves of the woman's rubbery buttocks as her tongue sank between Sara's slippery cuntal folds.
Meanwhile, Sara's swirling tongue was giving wicked delight to the blonde teenager's pussy as the tantalizing oral lovemaker licked voraciously in and out of the girl's tiny, delicate creases. Sara slurped up the warm honey that oozed from Cindylou's activated cuntal glands.
The older woman beat a throbbing tongue-tattoo upon the delectable little protrusion where the girl's most responsive sexual nerves resided, and Cindylou went wild. She couldn't help herself, though a voice still cried within her that it was wrong.
She drove her childish tongue eagerly into Miss Sara's soft, warm honey-pot. . . fucking the woman's palpitating, slippery hole and stroking the tip of her prominent clit at the same time.
"Uuuuuhhhh . . . aaahhhhnnng . . . ghaaaah. . . " Sara groaned and gurgled against Cindylou's childishly delightful twat as she tongued her delicate slit and the baby pearl of her clitoris.
Cindylou's tongue-fucked little pussy throbbed. Waves of warmth rolled through her, making her head lighter and lighter, driving her tongue to even more frenzied strokes between Miss Sara's lathered cuntlips and across her pulsating love-bud. As the teenager licked more deeply into Sara's wet cuntal chasm, the woman writhed responsively, and Cindylou's nose was caught between Sara's buttocks.
The lust-maddened females squirmed lasciviously together, giving and receiving their unnatural passion recklessly as throb built upon throb, turning their flesh into quivering, warm jelly.
Cindylou opened herself to the woman's rapacious tongue more wantonly than she had before. She clutched Miss Sara's spongy buttocks, grinding her small mouth against the mature woman's twat, licking hungrily as she had never imagined she would do.
The explosion of their shameful, unnatural passions struck them both at the same time. Pussies blossomed against slurping, sucking mouths. Warm, rich girl cum gushed down gurgling throats. They shook and moaned against each other's cunts.
Finally they lay still and were guiltily sated.
Cindylou, who felt the more intense guilt, quickly rolled off and sprang from the bed, not wanting even to touch Miss Sara a moment more.
The woman gazed dreamily up at the dismayed, bewildered teenager.
"You will remember how good this was when you are with a man," Sara said. "And next time you will come to me of your own accord. You can do that any time, darling. I shall always be happy to receive you."
When I am with a man? Cindylou wondered dazedly. What did Miss Sara mean by that? I CAN'T be with a man while I am living here! I don't want to be anyway! What Cindylou wanted most was to be left alone.
CHAPTER SIX
The girl got her wish for the remainder of that day. She was kept busy with household chores-even throughout the evening, when there were dishes to do, the kitchen to straighten up, and finally darning of the preacher's socks.
By the time bedtime arrived, Cindylou was tired and sleepy. She lost no time in snuggling between the sheets and turning off her bedside lamp.
Her first night away from home was a natural time for reflection about all that had happened, in an effort to put it into perspective. But not only was Cindylou too tired for that, she didn't care to think about the shocking experiences she'd had. She wished there were some way to forget them entirely.
She did forget for awhile, when sleep claimed her.
"Hey, Cindylou!"
It must have been a voice in her dream, she told herself sleepily. But it didn't seem connected to what she was dreaming. She writhed restlessly, the light cover pulling down away from her breasts. Because it was a warm night, she had chosen not to put on her flannel pajamas-the only kind of night-clothes that her mother had ever bought for her and her bare tits were exposed to the moonlight, her pink nipples rigidly erect.
"Cindylou!" the voice said again.
This time it made a sharper impact upon her, and she opened her eyes.
"Over here!"
Cindylou sat up and stared at the open window. A shadowy figure was visible outside, standing on the balcony that ran around two sides of the old house.
The girl gasped and clutched her exposed titties, covering them with her hands.
"It's me-Andy!" whispered the voice through the screen. "Let me in!"
Cindylou was dumfounded, as well as embarrassed. Andy! What was he doing there? How had he gotten up onto the balcony, anyway? She couldn't let him in!
"Go away!" she whispered back, blushing. She couldn't drop her hands from her breasts to pull the sheet up because he would have been able to glimpse her tits while she made the transfer.
Of course, he had seen them already, she realized shamefully.
A little thrill corkscrewed through her, centering in the snug, fleshy slit between her thighs.
"Unlock the screen, Cindy!" the boy outside pleaded. "I've gotta talk with you."
Though she knew she shouldn't let Andy into the house, and would be asking for punishment if she did, she longed to have someone to talk with someone who might understand the awful fix she was in. She finally relented and said:
"All right, close your eyes. I don't have anything on except my panties."
It hadn't been necessary to tell Andy she was nude above the waist. He already had seen her bouncy bare breasts in the moonlight, and they had given him a youthful hard-on.
"I've got my eyes shut," he announced.
Cindylou took her hands from her breasts and clutched the top bedsheet, pulling it free from the foot of the bed. She wrapped the sheet about her and stood up. Her bare feet padded across the carpet to the window.
She had difficulty holding the sheet in place while she unhooked the screen. "You can look now," she told Andy as she swung the screen open.
He climbed over the window ledge and into her room.
"How in the world did you get up there onto the balcony?" she asked.
"I climbed the big tree out front." The youth gazed warmly at her.
"Well, what are you doing here?" she asked, holding the sheet about her with both hands.
"After the preacher caught us together today, I had to talk with you. I got to feeling bad about it. Did the old grump give you a bad time?"
"He sp-panked me," Cindylou tremulously reported.
"No! You mean, a real spanking-at your age?"
"And not just on the outside of my clothes, either! He. . . he pulled my skirt up and. . . spanked me on my panties. . . and then pulled my panties down. . . and spanked by bare bottom!"
Cindylou didn't know why she had told Andy that, except that she was starved for sympathy.
Her description of what had happened, and the lurid images it inspired in the sixteen-year-old youth's mind, didn't help in the least to ease his spike-like erection. He shifted from one foot to the other, staring at Cindylou, and her gaze dropped, centering on the protrusion of his pants-front.
She gasped and backed up.
"A-Andy, you sh-shouldn't be here!" she said, suddenly frightened.
He slowly pursued her as she backed unconsciously toward the bed.
"It's okay," he said. "Gosh, Cindylou, I sure like you a lot! And I feel sorry for the trouble you're in, having to live with the mean old parson and all."
"Oooooh, Andy!" she softly exclaimed, her lower lip quivering.
The youth reached out for her, to draw her into his arms. In order to push him away, she would have had to let go of the sheet that was wrapped around her. Instead, she backed up quickly. The edge of the bed stopped her and she toppled backward, her feet flying into the air as she landed on her back.
Andy gazed at the narrow strip of pink nylon between her raised, kicking legs, and his painfully cramped hard-on gave such a throb that he couldn't restrain himself from plunging forward, atop the scared, struggling girl.
Her bed bumped loudly, its legs rattling against the floor.
Josiah, in the next room, awakened and sat up in bed. He knew he had heard something, but wasn't sure what it way.
Confounded cats! he thought, because they had interrupted his sleep in the past. He got up, deciding to prepare himself a mug of warm milk. It would help him get back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Cindylou writhed on the bed beneath Andy, feeling his hardness through his clothes. She hated to think of what he might do to her if she didn't cry out. But it would be even worse, she decided, to awaken the preacher and bring him running into the room
She struggled against Andy in desperate silence while her heart thudded and her breath came hard. The sheet worked low between them, bringing her hobbling titties into direct contact with his thin, scratchy t-shirt. He could feel her stiff nipples through the cloth, and they excited him all the more.
He caught Cindylou's gasping mouth with his firm lips and kissed her. He worked a hand between their bodies and clutched a firm, girlish tit. Despite herself, Cindylou thrilled.
It is sinful, she thought, to let Andy have his way with me! But a giddy desire rose within her, inspired in part by what had happened between her and Miss Sara. What would it be like to let a boy stick his prick in her vagina after she had been with a woman? she wondered. She suspected she was going to find out.
As her struggling lessened, Andy pushed himself up on his elbows and played with both her bare breasts, squeezing the springy-firm mounds and rolling them.
"Gosh, these are pretty!" he said huskily. "Wow, I sure love 'em!"
Cindylou shut her eyes as she blushed. Her brain was doing cartwheels. She always had liked Andy, and to have him lying on top of her, in the middle of the night, was almost too much!
He bowed his head and caught one of her erotically dancing nipples between his lips. He tugged at the rubbery stem, stretching it up from her milky-white tit, and shook his head to and fro, wobbling her full breast.
"Oooooh, Andy. . . ! " she cooed, her hand threading into his hair.
He switched his mouth to her other breast and sucked in as much of her tasty titty as he could hold. He laved her tingling nipple with his tongue as he sucked. He squirmed atop Cindylou, his young cock feeling like a bar of iron through his clothes.
Though she was still frightened, and believed she was about to do something very wrong, the sixteen-year-old girl wanted to find out what it would be like to feel Andy's prick inside her hotly throbbing body. She had to know!
Andy backed up more, letting her breasts bobble away, and his hands stroked down her sides as he stared at her snug, silken panties. They were all that stood between him and discovering what a girl was really like at last. He needed to find out. His young manhood demanded it.
He caught Cindylou's panties at the sides and pulled them down, bunching the filmy nylon in his hands. Her gently curved belly came into view, then her fluff-topped little mons. Andy's pecker throbbed.
He pulled Cindylou's panties all the way off, and she bashfully let him push her tapering, creamy-smooth thighs apart. He gazed at her moonlit pussy, and it was the most thrilling sight he had ever seen. In its delicate blonde loveliness, it was so much prettier than the lurid, fleshy twats he had seen exposed in the girlie magazines he had sneakily looked at whenever he had the chance.
He rose onto his knees and clawed at the front of his jeans. Cindylou raised her blonde head from the bed and stared.
As Andy pushed his pants and shorts down, Cindylou realized his prick was different from Ben's! She liked it better, because it was skinnier though not much shorter than Ben's, if any shorter at all. Mainly she like it because it was Andy's. It stuck up higher than Ben's had done, almost against Andy's belly, and it was cleanly clipped, its pinkish-blue knob swelling.
Cindylou wanted to grasp it, but she remained shy.
Andy shifted excitedly between her legs.
"I'm gonna do it to you, Cindy!" he said, his voice husking up. "Tell me it's all right."
"Ooooh, Andy. . . And-eeeee!" she panted when she felt his cockhead nudge between her slick little folds.
He pushed, and his young prick spread her cunt-mouth, for only the second time in her life. She gasped as his throbbing roundness lodged in the entrance of her love tunnel.
Andy caught his breath as well, for the sensation was wonderful. It was a hell of a lot better than grabbing his hard-on in his fist to go off, as he always had done before.
He pushed more, and his prick slowly glided into Cindylou. The girl's warm snugness encompassed him, inch by cock-thrilling inch, as he forged deeper and deeper into her velvety, clasping cunt. Finally his rod was all the way up inside her pussy, his balls lying against her crotch.
"Ooh, wow, you make my pecker feel good!" the youth happily blurted.
"Your pecker feels good to me, too!" Cindylou said, because she couldn't help being as honest as he.
She knew at that moment that being loved by a woman couldn't compare to feeling a boy's long, stiff cock sticking up inside her. She hadn't enjoyed it with Ben because it had hurt and she had been too scared-but with Andy it just felt great!
He wiggled his rod inside her, spreading her tight cunny a bit wider. Her gushing juices lubricated her channel, so that when he began to stroke he glided smoothly.
Oh, it feels so good to be fucked! Cindylou thought as the sixteen-year-old boy drove his rigid dick up and down inside her.
This frank self-admission brought her a rush of shame. But that was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt. Andy's prick was stroking the hot little tip of her clit and the nerves around her small cunt-mouth, making them sing.
His dick thrilled as her moist, girlish flesh massaged it, and he began to bang her very hard and fast. The old bed rattled, its feet chattering on the bare floor.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Josiah looked up as he held his mug of milk.
What in damnation. . . he wondered, and put down his unfinished drink to walk to the stairs and carefully climb them. He knew the sounds were coming from Cindylou's room and that they were caused by her bed.
The girl must be jacking off! he thought. But she's mighty damn noisy about it!
Andy was humping wildly by that time, responding to an intuitive urge that required no instruction as he drove his hard cock briskly in and out of Cindylou's blonde-fringed, pink little hole. She clutched him, hooking her legs around his pumping thighs. She panted on the verge of ecstasy as his bonelike rod thrilled her with its vigorous, rapid plunges into her girlish flesh.
She made her hips go in counter-motion to his thrusts, which drew even deeper inside her.
"Ooooh, Andy . . . ooooooh. . . OOOOOH!" Cindylou didn't care whether the whole world heard her as she reached a nerve-shattering climax around the boy's driving dick. Her tight, slippery baby cunt clutched him, its muscles rippling orgasmically for the first time in her life.
Andy spurted into her spastically squeezing pussy, which felt wetter and warmer and more velvety than his fist ever had. . . . and she grasped him almost as hard, like elastic fingers working.
His young balls gave up gush after gush of his boyish sperm until he was blissfully bushed, and he fell forward atop the curvy, totally gratified girl.
"So!" Preacher Pike roared from the open doorway. "Fornication in my house!"
Andy pushed himself up with a start, and Cindylou squirmed about, terrified. She stared at the advancing preacher, who wore a long flannel nightshirt.
The noise had attracted Sara, also, who appeared in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed as Andy rose quickly from Cindylou, his softened but lengthy cock swaying.
"You evil boy!" the pastor cried at him. "Never let me see you around here again!"
The lad streaked for the door, clutching his pants and shorts around his pumping thighs. His cock and balls flopped lewdly as he brushed past Sara, nearly knocking her over.
"As for you, my girl. . . " Josiah said, his eyes glinting in the dim light as he advanced on Cindylou.
"Pleeeaase!" Cindylou begged, wiggling on her damp ass until her back was against the head of the bed. She clutched the sheet about her.
"You know what you did was wrong!" Preacher Pike declared.
"I'm a witness to it," Sara said, moving up beside her brother. She wore a shapeless nightgown.
Confronted by both the pastor and his sister, glaring down with harsh condemnation in their eyes, Cindylou felt intensely ashamed. More than that, she was terrified of the awful punishment the preacher would give her.
He answered that question right away: "I see my spanking did you no good at all, so there is no point in repeating the punishment."
Cindylou felt relieved.
"What I should do." the preacher went on, "is to turn you over to the authorities. You should be locked up in a home for delinquents!"
Cindylou's terror was renewed, more intensely than ever.
"Nooooh!" she cried. "Ooooh don't do thaaaat, Pastor Pike! I don't want to go to jail!"
The gaunt, harsh-eyed preacher stared at her, as if considering her fate. Finally he said, without a trace of tenderness, "I don't wish to send you to jail, girl. I want to reform you myself!"
"Ooooh, yesssss. . . . please! I'll do anything!"
The pastor worked his thin lips as he studied her, his eyes like smoldering coals.
"I have a certain punishment in mind," he said finally. "It fits the sin, I believe. You realize that you have a punishment coming, don't you?"
"Ooooh, yessss, Pastor Pike, I dooo!"
"Sara," he said to his sister, "close the window drapes, then snap on the bedside lamp."
Sara obeyed, and the room was bathed in a bright glow. Cindylou blinked and clutched the sheet more closely about her.
"You will not be needing that!" Josiah said, and reached to snatch the sheet away.
The young girl's precocious breasts quivered in lush fullness as the sheet whipped away from them. Blushing, she started to cover herself with her hands, then realized that was futile. She couldn't cover both breasts and her blonde loins at the same time. Anyway, the preacher had stripped her of the sheet, so he must want her to be naked. But. . . why?
Sara stood beside the tall, bony man, both of them staring at Cindylou with dark eyes that revealed their lust. Her fright increased.
The preacher sidled along the edge of her bed, moving closer to her face. Cindylou received a new shock as she noticed that the front of his sack-like nightshirt was rising.
The preacher's cock is getting hard! she thought. Oh, my goodness!
"Wh-what are you. . . going to do to me?" she dared ask.
"Why nothing my child," he said with deceptive calmness, though without warmth. "You are going to be the one who will do. And this is punishment, understand-punishment for the cardinal sin you committed, a sin which I am sure you would not want your mother or anyone else to find out about."
"I won't, child, if you accept your punishment as you should."
"Yes, Pastor Pike! What do you want me to do?" He pressed his knees against the edge of the bed so that the protrusion of his flannel garment was very close to her face.
"Lift my nightshirt!" he ordered.
Sara watched and smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Having no choice but to obey the preacher's startling demand. Cindylou lifted his flannel nightshirt and watched his lean, hairy thighs come into view. But it wasn't his thighs that she was thinking about; it was the steep peak in the front of his nightshirt, near the middle.
The naked girl raised his garment higher, and his testicles appeared. They looked like a bull's balls, hanging low and bloated. Black hair gushed around them.
Sara, who stood next to her brother, watched the freckled face of the fifteen-year-old as her blue eyes widened. Her pouty lips parted when the ascending edge of the nightshirt, like a curtain rising on a show, revealed the thick trunk of the preacher's up-thrust cock.
Cindylou continued lifting the flannel, and inch after inch of his soaring prick came into view until finally the garment released the head of his organ with a snap. His cock bobbed springily up and down before stabilizing to point directly at Cindylou's shocked, girlish face.
The preacher's prick was the longest she had yet seen, with blue veins crawling along its shank and a big bulge at its end. His knob was covered by the same swarthy skin that sheathed his shaft. The blunt tip of his purplish glans was visible in the circle of his foreskin.
Josiah grasped his nightshirt and whipped it the rest of the way up his gaunt body, taking it off over his head. Cindylou glanced from him to his sister, who was smiling faintly.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" the young girl asked.
"As punishment for your sin with that boy, you will perform an act of contrition," the minister said. "Grasp my erect penis."
Cindylou didn't want to touch his big, up-thrust cock, but she didn't see how she could avoid it. If he were to tell her mother what he had caught her doing, it would be awful. It would be even worse if he were to turn her over to the authorities, and have her placed in a jail for juvenile delinquents, as he had threatened.
She reached out a trembling hand and wrapped her cool, delicate ringers around his bone-hard, warmly pulsating prick.
"Ooooh!" Cindylou said.
The minister permitted himself a thin smile as his cock throbbed in the teenager's grasp, her innocent face gazing up at him.
"Now lean closer," he instructed, "and point my penis toward your mouth."
She gasped.
What in the world does he have in mind? she wondered. What does he expect me to do?
As she obeyed his instruction, she became more nervous. She stared at the slitted, blunt end of his cock, which pointed menacingly at her.
"Now strip back the foreskin on my organ," he directed.
Tensing more, Cindylou glided her gripping fist along his shaft, retracting his foreskin as she had watched Ben retract his own. The preacher's cock was longer than Ben's, and its head was fatter. The rest of his rod was quite skinny, looking like a length of bone with a big purplish joint at the end.
The scent of his aroused prick reached Cindylou's nostrils. She stared up, breathing a bit heavier than before, and starting to withdraw her hand from the base of his cock.
"No!" he exclaimed. "Keep holding it. Keep pointing it at your mouth. Now bend forward and kiss it-right on the tip!"
"Ooooh, P-Pastor Pike!" Cindylou exclaimed, offended by his request.
"DO IT!" he demanded harshly. "This is your punishment."
Cindylou didn't dare resist, despite the filthiness of his demand. She would never have imagined a preacher asking her to do such an awful thing, but he had asked it and there was nothing for her to do but obey.
She bent toward his prick, smelling it more strongly the closer she got. When her lips drew very near the bulging, steamy bulb, she shut her eyes. As her soft lips touched the tip of his pecker, his rod jerked, and he emitted a growl.
Sara, who was watching intently, let out a giggly little laugh.
Cindylou straightened up. "Is th-that all. Pastor?"
"My dear," he said with some annoyance, "you have just started. Now stick out your tongue." Cindylou was dismayed, but she obeyed the demand without argument, her pink tongue appearing from between her rouge-less lips. Her tongue glistened wetly.
"Bend down once more," the preacher said, "and lick the head of my prick all over!"
His use of the dirty word added but slightly to the embarrassment and dismay which the young girl felt at being asked to humiliate herself in such a manner. Still, resistance was out of the question.
Abhorrent as the preacher's request was, Cindylou bowed her blonde head and commenced licking his nasty, strong-smelling cock. It tasted strongly, also, as her tongue scoured over it, and she decided she had liked the taste and scent of Miss Sara's pussy better. However, she kept licking. The preacher and his sister watched avidly while her tongue circled his bald knob, fluttering and gliding. His long dick quivered as she licked its head, the bulb seeming to grow fatter and fatter and to emit an even stronger fume.
Finally he said, "Enough!"
Cindylou straightened up blushingly, and she heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that her punishment was over. Little did she know.
"Now take the head of my cock in-your mouth!" the lascivious preacher ordered.
"Aaaawwww!" Cindylou moaned in abject humiliation. "Please don't ask me to do thaaaat!"
"I haven't asked you," Josiah said. "I have demanded it!"
"M-Miss Sara?" The girl turned pleading eyes up toward the pastor's sister.
"Obey, child!" the black-haired woman replied, her expression stern.
"Ooooooh. . . " Cindylou whimpered hopelessly, and leaned toward the minister's up-thrust cock once more.
Her dainty lips slowly parted, though she doubted whether she could get his big, bulging knob into her small mouth. She shut her eyes as her lips touched the purplish swell, which was already slick with her saliva and the clear juice he had been exuding. She felt terribly ashamed as her lips were forced wider and wider, until they were stretched to the maximum. The preacher's bulging cockhead barely was able to glide between them and lodge in her mouth, stuffing it utterly. She was appalled.
Her blue eyes opened and rolled upward toward the preacher's face as he gazed cruelly down at her, a lustful glint in his eyes.
"Suck!" he ordered simply.
Cindylou felt degraded as never before in her young life while the preacher fat, rubbery cockhead throbbed against her tongue, spreading its raunchy flavor over her taste buds, and his iron-hard shaft held her lips in a stretched, supplicating O. His humid, musky scent all but choked her.
She sucked, because it was the only thing she could do.
Her sucking drew even more flavor from the pre-ascher's prick.
Its head pulsated in the liquid warmth of her mouth while his rigid stem quivered between her lips. Her saliva gushed, and she was forced to swallow down the spit which was laced with his cock's oozings.
The minister's hands curled around the back of the sixteen-year-old girl's blonde head, pressing her twin ponytails, and he pulled her toward him. Her circling lips glided lower on his shaft as his cock-head surged farther back on her tongue, threatening to plug her throat.
She gagged, and he released the pressure a bit, permitting her to withdraw slightly. She was glassy-eyed. He immediately pulled her toward him again-not quite as far this time-and his fat glans stroked her velvety tongue.
"Keep sucking!" he ordered. "Move your head by yourself!"
Cindylou shamefully began to bob her head, just a short distance in each direction, because that was all she could manage, and the preacher's spit-slippery shaft pumped glidingly between her lips. She sucked, drinking down his cock-juice and her own saliva. Her senses swirled.
She felt horribly abused, and it boggled her mind to realize that a man of God was treating her in this shameful way. But as she continued bobbing her head, a strange thing happened:
She discovered that the stroking of the preacher's rigid rod between her lips tickled pleasurably. The feel of his big, bulging cock-knob against her tongue was exciting, too. Most of all, it felt good to have her mouth stuffed by his male hardness-to have him poking at her in that way while her lips and tongue gobbled at his hard, bulb-ended column.
She didn't really like it, she still believed. It was filthy and wrong. But she was responding. She couldn't ignore the warm moistness that began coating the lips of her pussy or the heat that seemed to spread all through her.
"Suck my cock, girl" the preacher grated. "Eat it good!"
Cindylou moved more avidly, her stretched lips gliding up and down on his long, slippery organ, skidding across the ridge of his corona. His glans bore thickly against her tongue, which she fluttered. She champed on his spongy knob.
My goodness, what am I DOING? she wondered in dismay, because she was going at his cock as if she really did like it-as if she didn't want to stop.
Even the scent and taste of his organ weren't bad any more. This was like licking Miss Sara's pussy, but even better! The bigness of the preacher's prick, jamming into Cindylou's mouth, offered her a strange satisfaction that a woman couldn't provide. Sucking on his cock began to seem like the most natural thing in the world-something she had always wanted to do.
The young girl twisted her blonde head, champing on the spongy bulb of his prick, as she pumped her mouth eagerly. Spittle oozed out around his stroking rod and dribbled down her chin. Her titties trembled. She rubbed her hot thighs together.
"Ooooh, look at her!" Sara cried. "She loves it!"
"Yesssss," the preacher breathed, his lust increasing.
Each stroke of the girl's gliding lips, tightly clasping his cock, caused his big balls to churn more heatedly. He was approaching the moment of release.
Cindylou didn't have to be told to keep sucking him. She was pumping her slippery lips on his hard cock because-God help her!-she enjoyed it. Her brain swirled giddily, and her eyes rolled behind closed lids, as she ate his prick with voracious desire. She continued gulping, wishing she could drink more and more of his seeping juice.
The preacher didn't trust her to continue of her own accord, however, and took a firm hold around the back of her head.
"Oooooh, yessssss!" Sara hissed, vicariously aroused. "Slam it to her! Fuck her face good! Give her a belly full of your thick, warm cream!"
Her words didn't communicate themselves to the young girl who was sucking his cock, because her ears were humming and her senses were monopolized by the big prick that was stroking in her heated mouth. Thrust after thrust she eagerly received as the preacher fucked her sweet, freckled face.
Suddenly he broke the steady rhythm they had maintained together, and he gripped her head fiercely as he began to pump his rigid dick rapidly between her circular lips. She was dismayed by the change, but she tried to keep up with him, lunging at his briskly jabbing pecker. His horny cock-ridge burned her lips as it rubbed very quickly between them. She gulped more rapidly also.
"AAAWWWWHHHNG!" she moaned against her mouthful of plunging man-meat.
The preacher yanked her head toward him, forcing his prick to the back of her lapping tongue, and it would have gagged her if she hadn't gotten used to the plugging presence within her mouth. He held her head firmly in place, so that she couldn't move. His cock stopped moving, also, except that she felt its head expand to even greater dimensions-blowing up like a balloon-and his rigid shaft jerked between her lips.
"GHAAA WWWGH!" she groaned gurglingly as his rich flood of sperm poured into her mouth, spreading over her tongue and gushing into her throat.
The flood all but choked her, but she managed somehow to gulp it down. However, some of the semen oozed out around his twitching shaft to drool down her chin and drip onto her breasts. The musky taste of his thick, gooey cream added to her wicked exhilaration, and tremors passed through her body as she reached a shallow climax.
She kept gulping and gurgling until finally the preacher's balls were voided, and his meaty prick began to soften in her mouth. He drew back, and her lips suckingly released his penis, which flopped away.
"God!" Sara said, not quite reverently, as she rubbed herself through her flannel nightgown.
The preacher emitted a wheezing sigh.
Cindylou looked up at him pantingly, her eyes misty. His white sperm dribbled from the rim of her lower lip and off her chin.
"Very good, my girl," he said. "Your punishment is completed."
He let her climb dazedly back into bed, and she swiped at her mouth and chin, rubbing the spilled semen on the bedsheet. She lay back on the pillow and drew the sheet over her. Her head still seemed to be spinning 'round, and her throat was sore from her frenzied gulping.
"You must, of course, never tell anyone about this," Josiah said as he put on his nightshirt, "or I shall be forced to report why I punished you. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she said shakily.
"Very well. Go to sleep."
Josiah turned off the bedside lamp and left the room behind his sister. As soon as the door was closed, she turned and pressed herself against him.
"I've got to have something!" she panted urgently, her sharp-nailed fingers clawing at his arms.
"That's absurd," he snorted. "You can see I'm spent. Anyway it's late, and I need my sleep."
"God damn you!" Sara exclaimed, sotto voce.
Josiah slapped her across the face. "You will not take the Lord's name in vain!" he said self-righteously.
He was quite mad, she concluded for perhaps the hundredth time since they had set up housekeeping, years ago. But it was a madness that was congenital, she feared, and she had it, too.
She hurried to her room and whipped off her nightdress, her big tits flopping as she scrambled onto the bed. She didn't lie on the bed or even sit on it. She stood, swinging a leg over one of the knobbed posts that rose from the bed's foot.
She lowered her hairy crotch and worked the smooth iron knob between the lathered lips of her pussy, then let as much of the post as was comfortable follow the knob into her heated depths. Had she let herself all the way down, she would have injured herself severely, but she knew just how much of the bedpost she could accommodate inside her, having performed the act of masturbation many times before.
Squatting obscenely, she pumped her pussy up and down on the post of the bed, bracing herself on the bar that passed between the foot posts and flexing one leg against the creaking bed while the other waved wantonly in mid-air.
"Ooooh, yessss!" she breathed to an imaginary lover, whose prick was even harder than her brother's. "Fuck me . . . FUCK meeeee!" she chanted.
The iron cock, with its fantastically huge, round head, surged up into her screwing, slippery cunt, stroking with super hardness all the nerve-ends in her vaginal mouth and at the tip of her elongated clitoris. Her tits flopped up and down, making lewd slapping sounds. Her pussy pumped suckingly on the bedpost, creating lurid liquid noises of its own. The bed creaked rhythmically.
In his room, between Sara's and Cindylou's, the preacher heard his sister's bed creaking. Though the rest of the erotic symphony failed to carry through the wall, he nevertheless knew what she was doing, since he had caught her at it more than once.
He didn't waste any thoughts on her, however. Young Cindylou monopolized his dreamy musings as he fingered his soft, meaty cock beneath the covers and re-lived the glory of her sucking lips around his rod, her tongue stroking him, as he fucked her mouth.
He vowed to do that again . . . and much more. All he needed were the right excuses for "punishment".
For the further future, he had an even more fiendish plan, but it was not yet fully formed. A contact would have to be made, and money would have to change hands-after a great deal more conditioning of the sweet girl who no doubt slept peacefully by that time in the next room.
Anything he might choose to do was all right, Josiah believed, because he was one of God's favored few. Jesus had told him he was exempt from the rules that applied to ordinary persons.
Creak . . . creak . . . creak!
The bed in Sara's room was squeaking at a rapid rate as she screwed and pumped her lathered pussy on the bedpost. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she gasped. Her head lolled, her long black hair swinging about.
"Fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK!" she panted lasciviously as a handsome imaginary beach boy, with fabulously bulging muscles and a golden tan, lay beneath her, his immense prick sticking up . . . and she bobbed her hot ass up and down on his rigid cock, groaning and gurgling, taking his super-hardness into her heated depths.
At the moment, Sara didn't care who heard, because she was coming deliriously, her cunt clasping the round iron bedpost. She throbbed and shook. Bliss radiated through her.
Such a wave of relaxation followed that her supporting grip on the foot of the bed was threatened. However, she managed to save herself from horrible impalement by holding fast and pushing herself up off the post. When its big knob left her sopped pussy, it sounded like a cow pulling its foot from the mud.
She flopped onto the bed and lay panting.
What's to become of me? she wondered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindylou was pushing a dust cloth along the edge of the minister's desk when suddenly she stopped and stared at a bit of green-printed paper that protruded from beneath his blotter. The paper bore the numeral 100 on its corner. Snatching the small crisp paper out from under the blotter, Cindylou confirmed that it was a hundred dollar bill-the first and only one she had ever seen.
Her mind was suddenly seized by thoughts of what she could do with a hundred dollars: She could escape from the awful preacher and his sister and take a bus to the city, where she might be able to find a job. She could live off the balance of the hundred until she got her first pay.
Trembling with excitement, she looked around. She was alone in the minister's study while he and Miss Sara were in the living room, sipping their afternoon tea.
Without thinking of the realistic consequences of her act, the teenager folded the hundred dollar bill and clutched it tightly in her fist. She crept to the door, her heart thumping.
She left the den and ran up the stairs, the fourth step giving its usual creak. She had scarcely entered her room before she heard the preacher's booming voice from the doorway:
"Cindylou!"
Sara stood next to her brother, and they both stared at the young girl accusingly.
"Wh-what do you want?" she asked, color rising guiltily in her cheeks. She continued to clutch the bill in her fist, not having had time to decide where to hide it.
"What do you have in your hand, girl?" Josiah asked, advancing on her.
"Why, n-nothing," Cindylou said, but her eyes gave her away.
The preacher grasped her clenched fist and pried it open. "Do you see this?" he asked Sara, taking the bill.
"I certainly do!" the stern-faced woman replied.
"That's Mrs. Hardesty's offering, which she gave me a little while ago," Josiah said. "I tucked it under the blotter on my desk. You did take it from there-didn't you, Cindylou?"
"Yes," she admitted, shutting her eyes shamefully. "I'm sorry, Pastor Pike! Please don't punish me!"
"Hah!" he exclaimed. "It seems that your sins have progressed from dallying . . . to fornication . . . and now to theft! The strongest punishment is called for!"
"Noooooh!" Cindylou wailed, and began to cry.
"Take off your clothes!" the preacher ordered.
He had never before ordered her to strip naked, though he had caught her that way the preceding night. She wondered fearfully how he intended to punish her.
"Hurry up!" he prompted, grasping her by an arm. "If you don't undress immediately, I shall have Miss Sara rip your clothes off!"
Cindylou tremblingly began to comply. It embarrassed her to remove her blouse, and then her skirt, while the minister and Miss Sara stood watching. The frightened teenager faced them in just her panties and shoes.
"Take off everything!" Josiah exclaimed, his eyes glinting with cruel lust.
Cindylou's shame increased as she slid her feet from her shoes, then stripped her panties down and stepped from them, exposing the fleece of her pussy and its delicate little slit. The color rose in her girlish cheeks, blurring her freckles.
Her teenaged breasts stood proudly, though she felt anything but proud. Her pink nipples were rigidly extended, tilting upward.
"Now lie on your belly on the bed," Josiah ordered.
"Please . . . oooooh, don't hurt meeee!" she begged.
She had no choice but to comply with the preacher's demand, since she was in his charge, and he had caught her stealing. If he were to call the police, she surely would be placed in a juvenile jail.
She lay on the bed, face-downward, fearfully exposing her bare bottom to the minister and his sister.
"Sara, the stockings!" he said.
His sister produced several nylons that she had been holding behind her back, demonstrating that she and her brother had pre-arranged the scene which was being acted out. That meant they had expected Cindylou to steal the hundred dollar bill and had planned her punishment in advance, she realized. It made her feel all the worse that she had played right into their hands.
"You tie her wrists to the head posts of the bed," Josiah instructed his sister.
"Noooooh!" Cindylou protested, and she tried to stiffen her arm which Sara grasped.
A slap on her jiggly buttocks took the resistance out of her, and she only whined as Sara secured first one of her wrists, then the other, to the head posts.
"Now loop the other stockings around the backs of her knees and draw them forward," Josiah said as he stood watching. "Tie those stockings to the head posts, also."
Cindylou was horrified, because she knew that the arrangement would raise her bottom into the air and spread it open.
What in the world did the cruel preacher intend to do to her?
She writhed as Sara carried out the latest instruction. But with Cindylou's wrists already secured, she couldn't resist effectively. Soon she was trussed in the humiliating position that the preacher had demanded, with her knees pulled forward and her backside forced into the air.
Josiah stood near the foot of the bed and gazed with narrowing eyes at her fluff-lined slit and, above it, at the shy little aperture between the spread mounds of her buttocks.
Sara watched him as he lowered his trousers and shorts. His long cock lifted to full salute as he moved forward along the bed, into Cindylou's shocked field of vision.
Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she crouched in the cramped, degrading posture which her bonds required, her cheek pressing the pillow. Josiah stopped opposite her head, his prick pointing toward her.
"First you will grease me with your saliva," he said, and placed one knee on the mattress, thrusting his cock right up to her face.
"Aaawwwwww!" Cindylou bleated, her girlish sensitivities rebelling at the demand that she suck his cock again.
But there was no way she could refuse to do it as he grasped his protruding organ, skinned back its hood, and rubbed the bulging, purplish head against her soft lips. A gurgling whine rattled in her throat, then was stoppered off by his big cock as he forced the offensive organ into her mouth. She shut her eyes and shamefully tightened her lips around his shaft, sucking, while his cockhead filled her mouth and throbbed against her tongue.
He forced his prick deeper into her mouth so that her saliva would coat more of it. Suddenly he pulled it out with a wet, sucking sound.
Cindylou groaned degradedly, fearing what the preacher intended next. Why had he referred to greasing him with saliva?
The answer became clear as he moved around to kneel on the bed behind the helplessly bound teenager. He was going to stick his big cock into her, she realized, raping her as Ben had done.
The prospect inspired as much shock as repugnance because this was something a preacher should never do, she thought. She had never even considered the possibility. But she knew for certain that it was going to happen when she felt the minister's rubbery, wet cockhead rub against the exquisite, fluff-covered lips of her pussy.
His blunt-ended instrument pried her girlish labia apart and began to poke between them, causing Cindylou to gasp. He forced her dainty count-mouth to spread more and more. It it hadn't been for the spittle on his cock, the entry into the dry crevice would have hurt her, but as it was she only experienced discomfort from the tightness of the fit as his fatheaded cock glided into her.
Sara watched with evident pleasure, her dark eyes sparkling, as her brother's cock sank deeper and deeper into the golden-haired pussy of the bound teenager.
Cindylou hadn't let out a cry since he had begun to enter her. She was holding her breath, because his invasion was so thick and cunt-stretching. The bulb of his prick was broader by far than Andy's and was even bigger than Ben's. The preacher's cock also was longer than either of the others, which the raped girl realized to her dismay as he pushed deeper and deeper into her tight, adolescent twat.
"Oooooooooooh!" she finally bawled, when his organ seemed to stuff her entire belly.
Still, he continued pushing, stretching her cuntal sheath deeper yet. When she finally had his entire shaft lodged within her, she felt cruelly impaled.
Kneeling behind her up-thrust buttocks, the minister rotated his cock slowly, stirring her clutching softness as with a stick in a butter churn.
"Uuuuuuh . . . oooooh . . . " she panted, writhing against her bonds.
Josiah's lust quickened as he felt how tight and warm her circling cunny was. He grasped the spread rondures of her hips and began to stroke his horny tool back and forward, up and down, in her warm, slippery snatch.
"Yessssss!" Sara hissed softly as she watched with bright eyes, observing her brother's blue-veined shaft emerge wet and gleaming from the girl's cunt, only to be thrust deeply into her little crevice again.
Cindylou hated his penetrating plunges, not only because the extreme length and bulgy-headed massiveness of his cock gave her discomfort, but because it seemed the worst of all humiliations to have the preacher fucking her. It was a shame for them both, because the girl realized that the fucking was not just a matter of punishment. The preacher was expressing a lust which was as sinful as were the bad things she had done, if not worse.
Her shame intensified as her body began responding to the parson's bull-like thrusts. Since Andy had awakened her with a screwing that had produced pleasure, her speared cunny couldn't help but throb and tingle around the inrushing strokes of the preacher's long prick.
She shut her eyes and tried not to feel the rippling of his cock-ridge along her cuntal walls, or the lesser ripples caused by the protruding veins that were wrapped vine-like around his lengthy shaft. She tried not to quake from the bumping of his blunt-nosed pecker against the bottom of her well. She told the nerves around her pussy's mouth not to thrill to the stroking of his hard shaft against them as he pushed her little labia inward then turned them out with the alternation of his strokes.
All her efforts were in vain. She felt and thrilled to every massaging, gliding motion of the preacher's great, knob-ended cock, sinking into her girlish flesh. She panted and moaned.
Just when she was about to start moving with and around the minister's fucking thrusts, he pulled his horny tool out of her, and she gasped. Her little cunt felt suddenly lonely and deprived. She whined.
She wasn't without the preacher's prick for long, because he quickly proved that his withdrawal was only to permit him an even more shocking and humiliating penetration of her young body. When his wet cockhead poked against the tightly puckered depression of her anus, she gasped and her sphincter automatically clenched tighter yet.
"NOOOOOH!" she bawled. "YOU CANT STICK IT IN THERE!"
"You had best relax," he said gratingly through gritted teeth, "or it will hurt even more!"
Relaxing was the last thing in the world that Cindylou could do at the moment, because she was terrified at the thought of the parson's long, wicked cock driving up her tiny rear hole. She had never even heard of poeple fucking that way. Her terror caused her anus to knot fiercely.
This did not deter the ruthless preacher. He twisted and pushed his prick more insistently than ever, gradually forcing the young girl's resisting asshole to yield. The converging puckers were spread wider and wider until Cindylou's resistance was shattered, and the great bald knob of the preacher's cock popped into her hotly throbbing rectum.
"OQOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned in hurt and dismay.
Her virgin asshole gripped the parson's prick like a rubber-sheathed fist. If it weren't for the lubrication he had picked up from her pussy he wouldn't have been able to deepen his sodomistic penetration of her forbidden rear entrance. But deepen the thrust he did, and inch after inch of his bone-hard cock glided into the girl's cruelly violated rectum until, finally and unbelievably, he had sunk his entire eight-inch rod up her rear.
"AAAAAWWWWW . . . YOU'RE K-KILLING MEEEEE!" she moaned in humiliated anguish.
Sara stared at the shocking sight and rubbed her sizzling pussy through her skirt. Josiah's gaunt features were tense, his eyes sadistically glinting, as he gripped the girl's smooth, pale hips.
He partially withdrew his cock from her rectum, then reversed directions and rammed himself up her tight ass again.
"AAAAAWWWWWWW!" she bleated yet another time, and bit her lip.
The parson's prick was like a fiery log being thrust up inside her, stuffing her rectum as it had never been stuffed before, his rod stretching her ass's mouth painfully wide.
He moved forward and back, stroking in and out of her asshole while she moaned and writhed, tugging futilely at her bonds.
Sara pulled up her skirt and rubbed her hot pussy through the clinging silken sheath of her panties. Her jaw dropped, and her rosy tongue lolled obscenely.
Her brother quickened the strokes of his throbbing, iron-hard cock in Cindylou's raped rear end, sinking deeply into the heat of her rectum with every thrust. The rubbery ring of her anus glided clutchingly along his shaft. His balls swung against her pussy.
The symphony of new sensations, shocking as they were, activated nerves within the young girl's body which had never been stimulated in such a way before and, despite herself, she began responding. She moaned in abject shame as her asshole claspingly rippled around the preacher's invading prick. She pushed backward against his brutal thrusts.
"Ooooh, she's reaching for your cock!" Sara exclaimed, rubbing herself more briskly. "She loves to get her ass fucked!"
Cindylou heard that and couldn't believe she was doing what Sara said. She hated the awful ass-fucking! But her body indeed was responding, and a giddiness invaded her brain. She couldn't think any longer. She could only feel and shamefully respond.
Her ass wiggled around the preacher's deep-spearing prick, her fucked rear hole throbbing. Her buttocks quivered against him each time he drove all the way in. Her asshole made a lurid sucking sound as it enveloped his thrusting pole. His balls swung in a wider arc, crashing against her tingling cunt.
"UUUH!" she exclaimed. "OOOOOH! MY ASS IS . . . SO HOT!"
Josiah increased the tempo of his deep-plunging strokes into her rectum. His hardness burned her rubbery rim. Soon her entire rear was enveloped by the raging conflagration which spread to her pussy as well, causing it to throb along with her speared asshole.
Her cunt mouth pulsated wetly, flaring like a pink flower. Josiah jammed a finger into it and began plunging the long, skinny digit in and out as he continued fucking her ass.
Sara jerked her panties aside and diddled her own steamy twat while she moaned and writhed on shaky legs.
Cindylou's pretzel-bent body throbbed, and her up-thrust ass jerked against the thick, hard strokes that the preacher powered into her rippling anus. Her goosed pussy, now taking two fingers in fast-frigging action, madly contracted, also. Josiah could feel, through her separating membranes, the stroking of his horny cock up and down in her rear chute.
He stroked faster.
He frigged her clasping cunt.
Sara shoved three fingers up her own fleshy twat and gurgled lasciviously as she fucked herself to onrushing orgasm. Cindylou finished blindingly, getting a stronger charge than ever before as both her fuck holes contracted smoothly at the same time.
Josiah groaned and poured his gushing, thick sperm into the teenager's ass. When the "punishment" was finally over, and he had pulled his prick and fingers out, Cindylou felt amazingly vacant. The inner pressure was relieved, and her pain was gone. There remained only a vague soreness in her rear and the cramped discomfort of her unnaturally bent posture as her arms and legs strained against the bonds that attached them to the bedposts.
Josiah soon untied the stockings, and Cindylou flattened herself gratefully on her stomach.
As she gradually calmed down, she thought over what had happened and attempted to put it in order in her mind. The preacher was a cruel, lustful man who was interested only in using and abusing her, she realized. He didn't care about "discipline" or religious training in the least.
The religion that he practiced was a phony thing, she concluded, and anyone who followed it, including her mother, was a fool.
If Cindylou could just make her mother see that somehow, she thought, her mother might let her leave the preacher's house and move back to the farm. So what if Ben wanted to fool around with her? That was better than having to submit to the preacher's cruel demands . . . and the nasty ways of Miss Sara.
They left Cindylou and went downstairs, and she thought about sneaking out of the house that night after they were asleep. Andy had a car, and perhaps he would drive her to Ben's farm. But could she make her mother see what an evil man the preacher was?
Probably not, Cindylou was forced to admit. When the preacher told her mother about catching Andy in bed with her, and about her stealing the hundred dollar bill, her mother wouldn't pay any further attention to what she had to say, and she would have to go back to live with the preacher.. . or worse. The threat of jail continued to hover over her.
Ther seemed to be no hope.
CHAPTER NINE
Cindylou finally decided that the only thing to do was to behave so well that the preacher would have no excuse for "punishing" her, and she tried that. But during the days and nights ahead, the preacher and his sister found excuses for punishing her anyway. The young girl was repeatedly fucked and forced to suck the minister's big long cock while Miss Sara watched and in between times, pressed her own obscene demands.
The parson's house had been converted into a hell on earth for Cindylou, made all the worse by her own body's traitorous responses to the minister's prick when it poled into her mouth or warm pussy-even up her asshole. She responded to Miss
Sara's gliding and fluttering tongue in the same way, producing added shame.
At church she met her mother briefly, but had no opportunity to tell her what had been going on. She was afraid to do so, anyway.
When the preacher one morning announced that she would be going some place else to live, the victimized adolescent breathed a sigh of relief. At last she would be free from his awful clutches and would be able to live normally again, she thought.
He drove her to a large house on the other side of town and introduced her to a man named Whitney Hull. He was white-haired and small of stature, with a friendly smile and cherubic, rosy cheeks. Cindylou liked him immediately.
She would be staying in his home for awhile, she was told, with him and his elderly female housekeeper. She would assist the older woman, as she had assisted Miss Sara, and she would be paid a small weekly sum. She was warned that she mustn't run away, or the minister would report her prior "crimes" to the police.
Cindylou didn't see why she would want to run away. Mr. Hull, who was a retired bank executive from the city, seemed like such a nice man-and his housekeeper, Mrs. Pervis, was kindly, also. Cindylou was sure she would be happy there.
The preacher left, after giving her a final warning, and Mrs. Pervis helped her get settled in her bright, cheerful room upstairs. Everything seemed so different from the preacher's unpleasant house, and Mrs. Pervis wasn't at all like Miss Sara.
"The mister will be up to see you in a little while," Mrs. Pervis said as she left.
Fine! Cindylou thought. Mr. Hull reminded her of her grandfather in Kansas City, whom she had visited several times.
When Cindylou heard a tapping at her door, she opened it with a smile.
"Well, well, well!" Whitney said as he entered the room. "Are you all comfy?"
"Yes, I am," Cindylou said. "Thank you, Mr. Hull."
"Please call me Uncle Whit," the amiable gentleman replied. "That sounds so much friendlier, don't you think?"
"All right, Uncle Whit." Calling him "uncle" gave Cindylou a warm feeling of family closeness.
"Now, then . . . " The white-haired man rubbed his hands together as he smiled. "Why don't you just slip out of your clothes."
"What?" Cindylou blinked in surprise.
'Take your clothes off, you pretty thing. I want to admire that beautiful, young body of yours."
"B-but.. . "
"Come on now. Don't be bashful. Do you want me to help?" He reached for the buttons on the front of her simple blouse.
Cindylou's bubble had burst. It was clear that she was expected to do nasty things with Uncle Whit, just as she'd had to do with the preacher and Miss Sara. But, at least, Uncle Whit seemed nicer. There was no talk of punishment, and his home was a pleasanter place in which to live.
With a sigh, Cindylou decided she might as well cooperate. Otherwise Uncle Whit would probably send her back to live with the cruel parson.
"I'll do it," she said, blushing a little as she unbuttoned her blouse. She opened the garment to expose her teenaged tits, round and firm, with rigidly erect, pink nipples.
"Remarkable!" Whitney murmured. "And you're only sixteen years old?"
"Yes, sir." Cindylou lay her blouse aside.
Whitney watched with warm eyes as the girl with the twin ponytails unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. This left her standing in just her pink panties and her shoes.
"Aaaaah," Whitney breathed appreciatively.
"Please turn around."
Cindylou turned for him, feeling embarrassed. Her plump buttocks wiggled in her filmy briefs.
When she faced the man once more, she received a shock: He had opened his trousers, and his soft, smallish penis was hanging out. His organ was completely covered by pale skin which ended in a ruffle.
"Oh, don't let this bother you," he replied, smiling, and waggled his supple cock.
Cindylou supposed she shouldn't let it bother her, at that. She had already realized that the kindly old man was going to use his cock on her, so what difference did it make if he took it out right away?
Still, her freckled face had turned rosy. "Take off your cute panties, my dear," Whitney said.
She tried to avoid looking directly at him as she hooked her thumbs over the top elastic of her briefs and stripped the silky garment down. Her panties turned inside-out as they pulled away from her warm loins, exposing her golden fleece and the beginning of her girlish slit. She slipped her feet from her shoes, and Whitney fondled his soft cock as he avidly watched her step out of her undies, exposing her delectable cuntlet.
When she started to lay her panties aside, the man said, "No!" He reached for the intimate garment.
Cindylou handed her panties to him and was amazed when he lifted them to his face. She blushed furiously while he sniffed the girlish fragrance that impregnated her soft, silken briefs. As he did so, his small cock rose to point stubbily at her, the foreskin drawing back from the tip of his knobbish glans.
Smiling, he lowered her panties from his face and hung them on his stiff prick. He giggled 'strangely.
Cindylou felt a twinge of fear, because the man was turning out to be a lot different from what she had first thought. He seemed kind of crazy.
"You are so sweet, so very sweet," he said, the tenderness in his voice easing her fears. "Now sit on the edge of the bed, my precious, and spread your legs very wide."
Cindylou did that, continuing to blush. The odd man, with her panties still hanging obscenely from his erection, gazed at her tight, teenaged pussy which was lined by pale, silken fluff.
Suddenly he sank to his knees before her, her panties falling off of his cock, and he bent his silvery head between her splayed thighs. Cindylou bit her lip as he began to lick her plushy little cunt.
She had gotten the idea that only women made love to each other in that way, but here was Uncle Whit doing to her just what Miss Sara had done, and very well, too. Warm thrills coursed through her as the man's damply stroking tongue worked up one soft edge of her pussy and down the other, plastering her tendrils of cornsilk against the velvety skin.
"Ooooooo . . . " she said, and wiggled her hips a little, because what he was doing felt very good. She forgot, for the moment, how strange he hi seemed.
His tongue pried at the elastically snug outer labia of her cunt and sank between them, making her gasp. His mouth-loving felt better and better. He grasped her smooth thighs from underneath and boosted them onto his shoulders, causing he to topple onto her back. He bore into her sweet young cunt, licking and sucking noisily as he wiggled her warm folds with his tongue.
He used his thumbs to open her like a fresh peach, and he buried his lips in her juicy succulence.
"Uuuuuh . . . oooh . . . Uncle Whit!" she panted, thrashing her legs on his stooped shoulders.
The room seemed to spin as he tongue-fucked her pussy, ticklishly invading her small vaginal mouth and making it pulsate. His tongue stroked the tingling tip of her tiny clit and worked in and out of all her delicate, twisty folds.
"Ooooh . . . please, Uncle Whit . . . I can't staaaand any more of thaaaat!" she said.
He bobbed to his feet, showing surprising agility for a man of his age, and he pushed Cindylou's legs high in the air, while holding them well apart. She was embarrassed to realize that he could see her tiny asshole as well as her pink, golden-edged cunt, but she was too hot to worry about it. She felt ashamed of herself for responding to him so heatedly-but what could she do?
Whitney rolled her onto her belly and let her legs drop to extend over the edge of the bed. Her rear half-moons quivered.
The man pinched her buttocks, his thumbs underneath them and his fingers extending up their flanks. He shook her firm, springy bunches of ass-flesh as he spread them shockingly apart, all the better to admire the crinkled little depression that nestled in between.
"Aaaaawwwwww!" Cindylou whined, feeling more ashamed.
Whitney bent his head low, pressing his face between her smooth, rubbery buttocks, and he licked her asshole with his damp tongue.
Cindylou gasped, and her buttocks bounced, quivering against his cheeks. He kept licking her asshole until it tingled wildly, and she didn't know what to do. Her aroused pussy throbbed against the bed.
Suddenly Uncle Whit jerked her bottom into the air, and she was forced to draw her knees forward onto the bed in order to support herself. Her tits remained pressed against the mattress. Standing next to the bed, the man stabbed into her with his small, rigid cock. Cindylou was grateful that he had entered her wet pussy instead of her ass, and she wiggled her up-thrust bottom, swirling her snug, velvet cunt around his rod.
His comparatively small size gave her no discomfort, yet he stuffed her nicely because her cunny was so small. The connection was immediately pleasurable for them both, and the energetic white-haired man fucked her vigorously as she cooed and bobbed her hot bottom in return.
This was better than getting fucked by the preacher, Cindylou thought. She still liked Uncle Whit, despite his strange ways.
She pumped her pussy on his fast-stroking cock. Her cheek was pressed against the bed, as were her titties, and he bumped her up-thrust ass so hard and fast that he seemed to be ramming her right through the bed.
Uncle Whit suddenly pulled his stiff prick out of her fleshy little twat and poked the wet head against her anus. He gave the startled girl no time to tense her circular muscle but immediately speared forward, sinking his cock into the super-tight aperture of her ass.
"OOOOOOH!" she bawled, because it hurt for a moment. But then it didn't feel bad at all, for Uncle Whit's prick was so much smaller than the preacher's. She still felt humiliated, however, to have a dick thrust up her ass.
Uncle Whit pumped briskly in and out of her tight nether ring, and her humiliation dissolved in a lava-like wave of warmth. She bobbed her spread buttocks against his asshole-spearing thrusts and moaned in frenzied bursts.
Uncle Whit's cock was just the right size for her anus, and its horny ridge rippled the sensitive walls of her rectum with delirious effect. Her anal circle seemed to suck at his fast-stroking shaft. His clothed front spanked her buttocks jigglingly.
"Uuuh . . . oooh . . . Uncle Whit. . . ooooh . . . ! " she gasped while he fucked her upturned bottom.
His white hair fell over his forehead and he was gripped by ass-fucking frenzy. His rod burned Cindylou's asshole as he plunged rapidly through her tight, rubbery ring. Her pussy quaked and dribbled its juices onto the bed.
She started to come, her cunt throbbing vacantly while her asshole squeezed his driving dick in spastic waves. She seemed to suck him deeper and deeper up her rear until finally he could scarcely move at all, her anus clasping him in a fierce, throbbing grip. His dick thrashed in her rectum, and finally he came, spewing warm, thick cream up her rear.
Cindylou sank against the bed, sighing deeply. Uncle Whit followed her down, kneeling on the edge of the mattress and hovering over her back. He gave his cock a few final grinds in her grabby anus, then pulled out, her asshole making a sucking sound as it released him.
"My goodness!" Cindylou said.
Nothing Uncle Whit had done had really hurt her, but she had been startled by one strange thing coming right after another, and at the end he had taken her by storm. She needed a chance to collect herself.
That night at dinner the bland-faced little man was the perfect grandfather-or uncle-once again. He smiled at Cindylou warmly and seemed solicitous of her welfare. The food was delicious and much fancier than Cindylou had ever gotten at home. It was better than Miss Sara had served, also.
After dinner, Cindylou enjoyed the freedom of watching television-any program she liked, while Uncle Whit busied himself with his stamp collection.
Such a strange man! she thought, during a break in the TV programs. But not bad. No, I think I'm going to like living here!
She went up to bed when she felt sleepy and was not disturbed. Sinking right into sleep, she began to dream. Her dream centered on Andy.
She hadn't seen the youth for some time, but she frequently had thought about him. Finally he was invading her dreams, as well.
They were together, out in the country some place, lying on the lush grass of a flower-strewn meadow. Andy stroked and kissed her. As if by magic, she became nude.
She took the lead in helping Andy out of his clothes, until his stiff dick was sticking up naked. Not shockingly at all, Cindylou sucked his hard, thrusting cock, and he enjoyed it immensely, writhing and pawing at her ponytails.
She crawled forward atop him, which was a way she had never had sex, and she impaled her eager pussy on his up-thrust spike. She wiggled her cunt and pumped her lithe, girlish hips, enjoying his youthful cock very much.
Her enjoyment became so intense that it woke her up, and she found that she was lying on her belly with a hand jammed between her thighs. Her middle finger was thrust up her hot, wet cunt.
Cindylou whined in frustration over the loss of her sweet dream, and she rolled onto her back. Her finger felt so good in her hole that she kept it there. She even added another one, which made for a tight fit.
She stroked her fingers in and out of her pussy as she writhed on her bottom, frigging herself as she had never done before. She thought of Andy while she did it, trying to recapture the warmth and excitement of her dream.
She couldn't quite manage that, but she did achieve a climax . . . such as it was. Satisfied sufficiently to drop back to sleep, her final thought was a question: When would she be able to see Andy again?
CHAPTER TEN
The next afternoon Cindylou was bending forward, arranging the objects on the coffee table in the living room, when she suddenly felt a pair of hands scoot up the outside of her thighs and raise her skirt until they clutched her panty-sheathed hips.
She gasped, straightening quickly against Uncle Whit who, laughing, slipped his hands up to her breasts and took a football-passing hold on the pneumatic pointed orbs. He squeezed her springy tits while wriggling against her rear. Her skirt was still elevated, being trapped between their bodies, and his front rubbed the seat of her nylon panties.
"Uncle Whit!" she exclaimed. "Please!"
"I love it the way you don't wear any bra," he said, his fingers rippling around her tits. "No underwear at all, except your cute panties!"
"Mrs. Pervis might come in!" she said between gasps.
"She's gone shopping," Whitney chortled. "We've got the house to ourselves for the next couple of hours."
Cindylou wasn't sure whether she liked the sound of that. But she had nothing to say about it, she realized, as Uncle Whit turned her in his arms, bringing her front warmly against him. Her skirt remained hiked up, twisted about her middle, and the lustful man wrapped his hands around the jiggly, nylon-sheathed hemispheres of her bottom.
"We're going to have a fun game," he said, smiling right into her cute, freckled face.
"What . . . kind of game?" she asked suspiciously.
"Run on up to your room," Whitney said, patting the bouncy cheeks of her bottom. They felt especially good to him through her thin, clinging briefs. "Put on the clothes that you'll find on your bed, then you hide some place. I'll try to find you. When you hear me getting close, you dart out of wherever you're hiding and let me chase you . . . all right?"
"I . . . I guess so," Cindylou replied, thinking that it sounded like a strange game indeed.
When she was younger, she had played hide-and-seek-but not like that. And she had never thought that grown-ups played such games.
She was glad to be freed from Uncle Whit's clutches, which allowed her skirt to drop back and cover her panties. She left the room while he stood smiling after her.
Upstairs she discovered that the "clothes" he had referred to consisted of a few very flimsy things that would scarcely cover her at all. There was a pair of black bikini briefs that she could see her hand through . . . dusky, sheer stockings . . . and a lacy little belt with narrow straps dangling from it, which she supposed was meant to hold up the stockings. Cindylou had never worn such an outfit before.
Apparently Uncle Whit didn't want her to wear anything on top of the skimpy under things, she concluded, because there was nothing else on the bed.
Oh, well.. . she thought with a sigh, and began taking her clothes off. She blushed as she thought of how she was going to look, scampering around the house with only those sheer undies on.
When she was nude, she put on the black panties first and found that they hugged her plump buttocks very snugly. Her blonde, fleecy cunt curls could be seen through the cobwebby nylon. By looking over her shoulder into the dresser mirror, she noted that the crack between her buttocks was plainly visible, as well.
Becoming more embarrassed by the moment, she sat and drew on the dusky stockings. They came about half way up her tapering thighs, the dark tops clinging to her creamy-smooth flesh. She wrapped the garter belt around her middle, fastening it and finally getting it adjusted correctly so that she could cinch the garters to her stockings.
She stood and made further adjustments, tugging at her stockings and tightening the garters on them until their tops were taut. She thought she was a shocking sight when she took a final glance in the mirror. She had to admit that the dark hose and panties made her skin look very pale and delicate, though, and she supposed that was good. Her titties projected in naked ripeness, her pink nipples stiff.
"Hey, are you ready?" Uncle Whit called from downstairs.
"Y-yes!" she replied tremulously. Then, remembering the rest of the instructions she had received, "No! I haven't hid yet."
"Well . . . hide, honey! Pick some place where you can get out, though, when I come close to you And remember . . . the idea is to keep me fro catching up. Keep running, no matter where you have to go!"
It's crazy! Cindylou thought. But she wouldn't tell Uncle Whit that. It was better than doing housework, anyway.
She glanced about. Hiding in her own room would be too simple, she decided, and she might not be able to get out after Uncle Whit walked in.
She crept to the door and looked up and down the hall. Uncle Whit was still downstairs, she guessed. She walked along the hallway, her buttocks wiggling in her sheer, flimsy briefs. Her titties trembled with every step she took.
The perfect place! she thought, spying the upstairs closet.
She stepped in among the brooms and mops an left the door slightly open, so she could pee through the crack. She waited, wondering why her heart was beginning to thump hard. Through the narrow opening between the door and the jamb, she saw Uncle Whit climbing the stairs, and she gasped: He was naked!
Cindylou wanted to laugh, but she didn't. H tension increased.
Uncle Whit crept along the hall, a sly grin on his grandfatherly face. His soft cock bobbed atop his balls. He approached the open door of Cindylou's bedroom and looked in.
"Where are you?" he sang, and laughed merrily.
After he entered her room, Cindylou prepared to make her move. The next place he would look would be the hall closet, she felt sure.
As soon as the man reappeared in the hallway, she pushed the closet door open and ran girlishly toward the rear of the house, where there was a service stairway.
"I see you!" Uncle Whit cried, and took off after her twisting, jiggly bottom in the black nylon pants. Cindylou's titties bobbed, as if they were suspended from invisible rubber strings.
Whitney pursued her, though not quite fast enough to catch up, and she started down the rear stairs. The stairway turned, so that she faced him, and he thrilled to the beauty of her bare tits bouncing up and down.
What he found especially exciting was the study in contrasts that she offered: a ripe, nubile body, ornamented by ducky frills that didn't conceal but dramatized her fair skin, set off by a young-girlish face and the delighful golden ponytails that swung and bobbed.
Whitney turned at the top of the stairs and started down after her. The stairs opened onto a service room which was next to the kitchen.
Glancing over her shoulder to see how close Uncle Whit was, Cindylou scampered through the kitchen and into the dining room. He was a little way behind her, so she hesitated. When he entered the room, she circled the long table, laughing. The game had become kind of fun, she decided.
She headed back into the kitchen.
Uncle Whit suddenly put on a burst of speed, and she wasn't able to get to the service room where she could have high-tailed it back up the stairs. She was crowded toward the door that opened onto the back porch and, from there, she could go only into the yard.
She didn't like the idea of running outdoors in just flimsy under things, with her breasts bouncing bare. But what else could she do?
Uncle Whit drew closer as she streaked across the porch. She burst outside into the brilliant sunshine, grateful at least that the yard had a six-foot-high block wall around it.
It gave the man a special thrill to watch his young prey-in just panties, stockings and a garter belt-racing about the yard, her titties swinging in the open air. He enjoyed being out there in the nude, also, and his cock suddenly stood up as he ran.
After circling the yard once, Cindylou took advantage of the opportunity to run back into the house.
Now! Whitney thought, and rushed to catch her in the kitchen.
It was absurdly simple to stop her exactly where he wanted, next to the refrigerator. He backed her against the edge of a tiled counter.
"I give up!" she exclaimed, breathing hard.
"A-ha!" Uncle Whit said, also puffing. "Now you must suffer the consequences."
Cindylou noted that his cock was stiff, and she assumed she would get it-in one hole or the other -as soon as he had pulled off her panties. But he surprised her by leaving her panties alone and yanking the refrigerator door open. He snatched out a can of whipped dessert topping.
As Cindylou stared, he shook the can up. He aimed it at her chest and spritzed a puff of whipped cream onto each of her nipples.
She gasped, because the cold, damp topping gave her warm skin a shock. An even greater shock followed as Uncle Whit bent his head and gobbled the whipped cream off one of her breasts, eating right down to her nipple. Then he pulled the tingling stem into his mouth for a long, slippery suck. He let her titty go with a pop.
He ate the shipped cream off her other breast in the same fashion, by which time Cindylou was beginning to throb in all the right places.
Uncle Whit backed up. "What's fun for me, is fun for you, too!" he said, and spritzed whipped cream on the thrusting head of his cock.
Cindylou stared at the puffy white glob that was perched on the end of his rod. Then she sank to her knees, her breasts joggling. She stuck out her pink tongue as she bowed to the man's cream-topped prick, and plunged into the erotic sundae. She quickly slurped up the cream. With lips flecked by the foamy stuff, she captured his spongy, moist cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it.
Uncle Whit was delighted. He stroked the teenager's blonde ponytails as she twisted and bobbed her head, pumping her mouth on his stiff cock which she found tastier than the whipped cream. The gliding of her lips, which clasped his slippery tool, brought more blood surging into the quivering column until his shaft was very hard and his hot knob throbbed against the girl's swirling tongue.
He urged her to her feet and guided her to the breakfast table. She noted that he had brought the can of whipped cream.
"Just lie back across the table," he said, having cleared it earlier.
She lay down and Uncle Whit pulled off her filmy black pants. He grasped her thighs at the tops of her stockings and spread the tapering columns wide apart. He perched her heels on the edge of the table.
Cindylou squirmed, eager by that time for whatever the odd man might do next.
He poised the can of whipped cream before her fleece-lined pussy and pressed the nozzle. Cindylou gasped as the cool, moist cream struck her sizzling cunt and clung there.
Uncle Whit was not content merely to spritz her pussy, but he powered the whipped cream between the plump swells of her buttocks, as well. The cold moisture made her anus tingle.
Uncle Whit bowed his head and plowed into the whipped cream delight. His tongue slurped the sweet, gooey substance off her teenaged twat, continuing on to pry between her warm cuntal folds, where he discovered a more tangy, warmer moistness.
Cindylou whimpered and writhed. Her pale, wide thighs with the dark stockings swayed to and fro. Her aroused pussy throbbed against the man's penetrating, caressing tongue, her little cunt mouth seeming to snap at him.
He licked lower, between her slick, rubbery buttocks, and slurped all the whipped cream from between them, his tongue stroking her asshole delightfully.
Finally he raised his head, and Cindylou was as ready as he when his hard prick glided between the lathered lips of her pussy and into the clasping warmth of her love tunnel.
"My darling. . . ! " he murmured huskily, pumping his cock steadily and smoothly in and out of her fervent flesh.
He brought her legs up against his shoulders and wrapped his arms around the tapering columns. This made it possible for his fingers to stroke her satiny inner thighs, across the tops of her clinging dark hose. She wriggled her ass against the table.
"Ooooh, Uncle Whit. . . you fuck so goood!" she cooed warmly as he gave her thrust after thrust of his old but very serviceable pecker.
The teenaged girl flopped her head from side to side. Uncle Whit's cock was reaching delightfully up her narrow sex-crevice, his ridge rippling her slick cuntal walls. His hard shaft sawed against the tip of her clitty, raising her excitement with each stroke.
"Uuuuh. . . . ooooooh. . . dooooo it to me! Ooooh, Uncle Whit. . . ! "
She was the one to break the slow, steady rhythm, bobbing her young cunt heatedly and clawing at him. He fucked her hot little pussy with all he had. Her buttocks slapped noisily against the breakfast table. She squealed.
When she came, it was like the flashing of brilliant lights in a pitch-black sky. Warmth rushed through her, sending tingles from her scalp to her curled-up toes.
Whitney, whose hard-on had survived clutching ripples of her girlish cunt, pulled out, his pecker bobbing springily. He grasped his rod and pointed it at her nether hole, which was still slick from the whipped cream and his licking. Cindylou offered no resistance-just a gliding, rubbery encirclementas he shoved his hard cock up her ass.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned appreciatively, and went into a new orgasmic flurry as Uncle Whit stroked his stiff prick in her asshole.
The tops of her buttocks bobbed against the table as the white-haired man pumped his hardness up her grasping rear gate, thrilling to each ripple of her warm rectum as she continued climaxing. She seemed to be coming in all parts of her body. Her pussy continued to pulsate, even though no cock was lodged within it. Her nipples throbbed in spastic bursts. But it was her hot ass that palpitated the wildest, clutching convulsively at the man's driving dick as he fucked her tight rear hole.
"OOOOOH!" she cried. "WOWWWW! THAT'S FAAAAARR OUT!"
Her asshole clamped smoothly around Uncle Whit's rod, pulling the jism up from his balls. The warm juice sped spurtingly through his cock, making it twitch in the heated grip of her "anus, then emptied gushingly into her bowels.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she groaned, heaving voluptuously as her hot ass took jet after jet of his thick, wet sperm.
When Uncle Whit finally let her up, her legs trembled, and her brain still seemed to be spinning. Living with him was wild. Cindylou wasn't sure if she would ever get used to it.
Resting upstairs later, she wondered why the preacher had turned her over to Uncle Whit. Was it because the parson had gotten bored with keeping her? He hadn't acted like it.
There must have been some special reason, Cindylou decided, and she was curious to learn what it was.
She asked Uncle Whit that evening when they were seated in the living room and there was a break in the TV show they were watching.
"Now, don't you trouble your pretty, young head about such things." he replied.
"Will I ever have to go back and live with the parson?" she asked.
"Do you want to?"
"No! He's an awful man."
Whitney chuckled. "I agree with you. But he certainly drives a hard bargain! However, I'm not complaining," Whitney added quickly. "No, indeed, I'm not complaining in the least." He smiled fondly at Cindylou.
A hard bargain.
The phrase kept repeating in the girl's mind, and she couldn't understand it. A "bargain" usually meant some kind of sale, but what could the pastor have bought from Uncle Whit or sold to him? It didn't seem to make sense.
That night, after Cindylou went to bed, her thoughts turned to Andy. She missed him very much. Now that she'd done a lot of fucking and sucking with the preacher and Uncle Whit, she was anxious to do some with Andy. Would it be good? Somehow Cindylou thought it would be the best yet.
She wondered when Uncle Whit would let her get away from the house so that she could visit her youthful boyfriend. She hoped Andy wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cindylou got away from the house two days later-but not alone, as she had hoped she might. Uncle Whit took her for a drive in the country, in his big car.
It was pleasant to get out into the fresh air and sunshine, even if she was still under Uncle Whit's watchful eye. She wondered where they were going and what he had in mind.
They headed up a little-used road which ran between some broad fields, and he stopped the car.
"Ready for another little game, like we played the other day?" he asked, his eyes twinkling merrily.
Oh-oh! Cindylou thought. More funny stuff!
"What are we going to do this time?" she asked.
"Well, I'll tell you. . . " he giggled to himself and twisted on the car seat, as if he was about to propose something deliciously wicked. "I want you to get out of the car and take off your little dress."
"Right here in the open?" Cindylou asked, appalled.
"Yes!" Uncle Whit laughed giddily. "Won't that be a kick?"
"What if somebody comes along?" the girl wanted to know, her cheeks coloring.
"Oh, that probably won't happen! But if it does, you just trot right along the road as if you don't even see them. . . and I'll pick you up down by the highway."
"You mean, you're going to drive off and leave me here. . . naked?"
"No, I'm going to drive along next to you-but if somebody comes, of course, I'll have to speed up. I wouldn't want them to think we were together. And you mustn't tell anyone-understand?"
"Uncle Whit, I don't understand any of this!" Cindylou admitted.
"Well, never mind. It's just something I want to do." He chortled. "Now you take off your dress and get out of the car, like a good girl."
Cindylou had played Uncle Whit's funny game at the house, because it had seemed better than doing housework. But to take off her clothes and run naked down the road-that was a different matter!
"I won't do it!" she said firmly.
"Oh, but you must," Whitney insisted. "Otherwise I'll be forced to tell Pastor Pike. He won't like it when he learns of your disobedience, especially since it means he won't get the new church he wants."
"What new church?"
"The one my generous contribution is going to help build," Whitney said. "But I haven't given him the contribution yet. We agreed to wait and see how you and I get along first."
"Was that the bargain you told me about?"
"That's right, child-my contribution in return for you coming to live with me, and doing everything I ask, of course."
It was monstrous, Cindylou thought. The preacher had sold her to this dirty old man!
Uncle Whit's excitement, which had made him talk too much, was continuing to rise. He was losing his patience.
"Take this off!" he demanded, tugging at Cindylou's dress. "Hurry! Then get out of the car!"
Cindylou thought quickly. Much as she hated the idea of running along the road without her clothes on, it did seem to offer something: The chance to get away. She couldn't bear to go back home with Uncle Whit, knowing what she had just learned about his wicked deal with the parson.
As soon as I get out of the car, she thought, I'll take off across that field. There's a house over there. Uncle Whit won't dare come after me, if I don't have my dress on. That would look bad for him.
He must think I won't dare run away-that I'll be too scared. Well, I'll show him!
She quickly unfastened her dress and wriggled out of it, making her round, firm titties quiver. Uncle Whit's eyes grew brighter, and he rubbed himself through his pants.
Cindylou lay her dress on the car seat and opened the door. She slid out, her breasts joggling up and down. Her nipples became very stiff as the cool air caressed them, "Now, remember. . . don't say anything to anyone, and I'll pick you up at the main road," Whitney said. "Just start walking while I turn the car around."
The question of why he would want her to walk along the road in just her panties baffled Cindylou, though she felt a naughty thrill as the car pulled away, toward a wide point where he could turn it around.
Working up her courage for a dash across the field, she ran her fingers along the leg elastics of her briefs, tucking the edges neatly in the creases underneath her buttocks. She adjusted the waist elastic of her pants, as well. When a girl had only one skimpy garment on, she somehow wanted to take extra care that it was neat and trim-looking.
Or was she just stalling for time?
She glanced at Uncle Whit's car, which was making a three-point turn behind her. He wasn't very far away.
What if he jumps out when I take off across the field? she thought. He might run after me partway. He might even catch me!
I'd better walk along the road for a ways and hope that a car DOES come along. That will make Uncle Whit speed up, and I'll have a better chance to get away.
She blushed as she began to walk along the road. She could feel the blood pumping hotter through her veins, and her nerves tingled. She looked down at her naked tits which bobbed tautly.
Whitney, having backed his car around, let it purr slowly behind the panty-clad girl with the blonde ponytails who walked along the edge of the road. Her bottom wiggled erotically in her thin pink undies.
Whitney grinned and grasped his stiffening prick.
Oh, come on! Cindylou silently implored some driver that she didn't know. Any driver.
The girl's embarrassed wish was granted when a vehicle appeared in the distance, coming toward her. Whitney saw it at about the same time she did, and his cock surged to rock-hard erection. He giggled giddily and stepped down on the accelerator. His car zoomed past Cindylou.
He nearly came in his pants as he passed a pickup truck which continued on in the opposite direction, toward the nearly naked girl. The middle-aged male driver of the truck hadn't noticed Whitney, as the latter had known he wouldn't, because his eyes were focused on the jiggling titties of the girl who walked toward him with just panties on. The goggle-eyed man braked his truck.
Cindylou, experiencing an odd thrill, darted from the roadway, her breasts swinging. She bent to climb through the adjacent barbed wire fence, her nylon panties pulling taut across her girlish ass while the pickup truck ground to a stop next to her.
Why run to the farm house? she suddenly thought. Maybe the man in the truck will help me.
Blushing fiercely, her heart throbbing with an excitement she couldn't explain, Cindylou forced a smile as she ran to the dilapidated pickup. The farmer behind the wheel stared at her as if his mind were playing tricks on him. His cock hardened as he gazed at the young girl's gorgeous tits.
"Please!" she exclaimed, "I've got to get into town! Will you take me?"
"Hellfire, yes!" he croaked, his stiff prick giving him fits.
"Oooh, thank you!" Cindylou gushed, and yanked open the door of the pickup. She jumped into the old truck, her breasts bouncing.
"Into town, you say?" the unkempt man asked huskily.
"Yes. To the Kritches' house. I'll show you."
Andy was the only person she could run to.
"My God, girl, what're you doing out here with just them little undies on?" he asked as he gnashed the pickup's gears in his excitement. The truck rattled forward, toward the wide place in the road where Whitney had turned his car around.
"I . . . uuh . . . had a fight with my boyfriend!" Cindylou said, seizing on the first explanation that popped into her head. She dared not tell the farmer about her real problems, for fear he would take her to the police.
"That fella sure did a good job of strippin' you!" the crude farmer chortled. "You two must've been having a hot time!"
"I don't want to talk about it!" Cindylou said, wiggling her warm bottom against the pickup's seat. Its torn vinyl tickled her through her thin panties.
Why was she so excited, she wondered-not just embarrassed, but really turned on, too?
The driver was shooting glances at her jiggly tits as he turned the lurching pickup truck around.
"You've sure got a purty build!" he said. "Young guys have all the fun!"
A giddy impulse seized Cindylou, and she slid across the seat to snuggle up to the man. Hardly knowing herself, or why she was doing what she did, she said:
"You can have some fun, too."
She unzipped the pants of the startled, thrilled man, and pulled out his prick, which towered eight inches from his lap and was hard as iron.
He gasped for breath, and his pickup nearly swerved off the road, as the teenager rolled back the leathery skin from his cockhead and gazed at the moist, purplish bulb.
"AAAAAHHHHHRRGH!" he rasped when she wickedly bowed her head and seized his throbbing cock-knob in her mouth.
Cindylou didn't understand why she did it, except that she was very excited and grateful to the man for picking her up. Perhaps she was striking back at Uncle Whit and at the preacher, too, for doing all the things to her that they had done. Maybe she was just expressing her sudden, wonderful feeling of freedom. A head-shrinker might have explained it, but Cindylou didn't care.
She heatedly sucked the farmer's stuck-up, raunchy prick, clasping her lips around his thick shaft and swirling her wet tongue around his wild-tasting cockhead. He groaned and shivered ecstatically. He struggled to keep his rattly old pickup on the road.
They passed Whitney's car, which was parked at the intersection with the highway. He was seated behind the wheel, giddily stroking his cock, imagining over and over how Cindylou had looked to the driver of the pickup, walking toward him with just her panties on. Whiney also imagined how she had felt. He hadn't seen her get into the truck, because it was too far away, and he assumed she was still walking along the road. The other driver had probably just turned around to get a second look at her, Whitney figured, and would probably head back another time.
What fun!
Cindylou wasn't visible in the truck as she bent over the driver's lap, pleasurably sucking his prick while he drove, his eyes wide, his jaw hanging. He managed to negotiate the turn onto the highway and headed toward town. . . but not too fast. He didn't want to reach there before he got his rocks off.
Cindylou's blonde head bobbed, her ponytails jiggling, as she pumped her elastic lips across the ridge of his cock, his throbbing bulb pressing against her restless tongue. He writhed, rotating his stiff prick in the clasping, bobbing circle of her lips. She moved faster, plunging lower on his up-thrust shaft, taking the bulb of his twitching cock into her throat.
She was gripped by a cocksucking frenzy, wanting to eat the man alive. He gasped and growled. His hands jerked on the wheel of the weaving pickup.
His cock throbbed fatter and harder, choked with hot blood. The young girl's mouth was a warm, plunging vacuum that wouldn't let up.
The man's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and it was only sheer luck or the grace of Heaven that kept his truck on the road. He groaned raspingly as his prick jerked in the humid clasp of Cindylou's gliding lips.
He spurted like Old Faithful, geysering his thick sperm into her throat and over her tonsils. She gulped champingly and kept sucking as her eyes watered and she thrilled. She wiggled her panty-clad ass against the pickup's torn seat and came as she continued sucking and gulping down the man's spurting cream.
Finally she had swallowed all he had, except for a bit that drooled out of her mouth and ran down his stalk. She raised her head, panting, and licked at her puffed, foam-flecked lips.
"Jesus Christ!" the man said, breathing hard, trying to regain his composure.
The truck rattled along, When it stopped in front of Andy's house, Cindylou slid out and said, "Thank you for the ride!"
"Thank you, girl!" the farmer said, and drove off, thinking over the wild thing that had happened to him on his way home from town with two sacks of chickenfeed.
Cindylou ran up the front walk of Andy's house, her ass wiggling in her panties, her breasts bobbing nude. Thank goodness none of the neighbors were out, she thought.
She didn't know what she would say to Andy's mother if she happened to answer the door. His father would be at work. Cindylou rapped urgently.
After a few moments the door opened, and Andy stared at her, his eyes taking in her bare tits and the little panties that clung to her hips and loins. He was speechless.
"Oooh, please!" she exclaimed. "Let me in! Where's your mother?"
"She's . . . uuh. . . some place. Jeepers, Cindylou, what happened?"
She scampered into the house. "It's a long story, and a crazy one! Thank gosh you're alone!"
"Wowww, baby. . . ! Andy's adolescent voice slipped into a lower register as he moved up to her and wrapped his arms about her delectable, nearly naked form.
She snuggled against him, her firm tits burning into his chest. "Oooh, Andy!"
They kissed, and he couldn't keep from gliding his boyish hands down around her plump ass-cheeks, which were so thinly covered by her silk panties. He rolled her springy-firm buttocks, grinding her lower front against his hard cock, while they kissed with churning tongues.
Despite the release she'd had in the pickup truck, Cindylou turned on again strongly. She dropped to her knees and tugged Andy's pants down.
"WOWWWW. . . ! " he husked as his stiff, up-thrust cock sprang out and she grasped it.
Holding the super-hard organ around its fuzzy base, she pointed it directly toward her mouth. As the sixteen-year-old youth watched unbelievingly, Cindylou parted her pink lips and stuck out her rosy, glistening tongue. She began licking his plump pink cockhead, which swelled even more as her tongue scurried glidingly over and around it. His shaft twitched rigidly in her grasp, and he thrilled to the tips of his toes.
She didn't reply, because she was too eager to cap her mouth over the knob of the boy's cock. As her sweet lips glided claspingly around his dick, and it soaked in her warm, wet saliva, he thrilled even stronger. He tilted his head back, and his mouth gaped. His eyes rolled as Cindylou pumped her loving lips up and down on his rod.
This had never happened to the youth before, and he struggled against the urge to shoot Cindylou's mourn full of gushing cum. Her ponytails bobbed as she drove her mouth heatedly on his cock. She loved the boyish tang of it-but most of all, she loved it because it was Andy's.
Finally, she let his prick spring free, just when it had been about to explode, and he managed to maintain control as his stiff pecker bobbed up and down, gleaming with the girl's saliva.
"Lie down. . . ! " she panted. "Right here on the floor!"
Andy sank to his back on the carpet, and Cindylou quickly squirmed out of her panties. She crawled forward astride him, as she had dreamed of doing, and pointed his teenaged erection up toward her crotch.
With a wicked twist of her hips, she let herself down on his prong, which spread the moist lips of her cuntlet and glided deep into her clutching warmth.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, grinding and bobbing, her full breasts doing an erotic dance. She tossed her head, her blond ponytails swinging.
Andy panted excitedly, his hips surging up and down, as Cindylou took the eager thrusts of his boyish prick. Her warmly encompassing cunt swirled around his upward jabs, taking him as deep into her belly as his cock could reach. He grasped her hobbling titties and squeezed the firm, springy orbs.
"Ooooh, Andy. . . Andy!" she exclaimed. "I hue fucking youuuu!" Then she just let her pussy do the talking as it grindingly enveloped every thrust of his horny young prick. His balls bounced up and down. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he writhed against the rug.
Cindylou bounced up and down atop his spearing loins, and felt herself surging toward the best climax yet. The gates of paradise seemed to swing open before her. She lunged through, gasping and squealing, as her cunt rippled wildly around the boy's spurting pecker.
It was better than Andy had imagined it could be.
He knew that he was in love.
Cindylou lay forward against him, and they rolled to and fro, clasped in each other's arms. They kissed deeply and lovingly, and her life seemed complete.
But she was reminded of her problems when she finally rolled off her young boyfriend and onto her back.
"Man, that was something else!" he said fervently as he sat up. "Baby, you're terrific!"
"I'm in a lot of trouble," she told him, her blue eyes wide and beseeching.
"Tell me about it," he said.
Cindylou decided she might as well tell him everything. There had to be someone she could trust and ask for help. Andy, young as he was, seemed to be that one.
She began to talk, and the words gushed out, faster and faster. She told about the preacher, Miss Sara, and strange Uncle Whit. The man in the pickup truck was the only one she didn't mention, because he didn't seem important. Anyway, she didn't want Andy to think she was a slut.
When she finally was through, the youth stared at her for a moment. Then he bent and gathered her into his arms.
"We'll beat this thing, baby!" he said, and they warmly kissed.
"But what can we do, Andy? It all seems so hopeless!"
"Nothing's hopeless when two people love each other," he said, sounding older than his sixteen years.
He sat and looked down at her lush young nakedness, his eyes glowing warmly.
"I can't go back to Uncle Whit," she said. "And the parson-I hate him!"
"So do I!" Andy said, his eyes turning fierce. "The way he treated you-he oughta be strung up by his nuts!"
"I'd like to get back at him, that's for sure. Can you imagine him selling me to that old man? And his sister, Miss Sara, she's just as bad."
"If there was only some way we could let the town see how rotten they are," Andy said thoughtfully, "then your mother would take you back. You'd like to live with her again, wouldn't you?"
"Well, there's Ben-her new husband. I didn't tell you about him."
"What did he do?" Andy asked.
"He raped me," Cindylou replied, her eyes downcast. "He was the first one."
"That son of a bitch!"
Cindylou sighed. "There nothing we can do. Maybe I should just go to the police and let them put me in jail. At least, I wouldn't get fucked by everybody, right and left!"
"The police wouldn't put you in jail," Andy said. "I'll bet they'd stick you in a foster home some place. There is this guy I know that lost his folks, and that's what happened to him. He isn't so bad, he says."
Cindylou sat up, her breasts, quivering as they thrust forward in ripe fullness. "If I could only stay with you. . . " she dreamed.
"Hey!" Andy's eyes brightened, and he grinned. "Maybe you could! My folks could be foster parents, I'll bet. Shit, I'm the only kid they've got. Once when we were talking about my friend, they said they'd like to take in another kid for the extra money."
"Really?" Cindylou was excited. "Well, how can we work it?"
"First we'll have to fix the preacher so he can't get you back. Otherwise your mother might talk the cops into handing you over to him."
"The preacher's got this whole town by the ears!" Cindylou said. "Everybody believes in him!"
"Maybe we can do something about that. . . " Andy gazed off into the distance, thinking.
He looked so strong and handsome, and Cindylou was so grateful for his help, that she snuggled warmly against him. Her moist, parted lips glided over his face, kissing him ardently. He caught her mouth with his, and their tongues stroked in the liquid warmth of their kiss.
His cock began to stiffen, and he pushed back.
"Hey, look," he said nervously, "my Mon's gonna be coming home soon. We've got to figure something out. And you've got to get some clothes on."
"Yes, I know," she said, looking down at her nakedness. "But all my things are at Uncle Whit's house."
"Well, you could wear a pair of my jeans. couldn't you? And one of my t-shirts."
"I suppose."
Andy sprang to his feet and stuffed his cock into his clothes. He zipped up. "Come on upstairs, and we'll see what we can find."
Cindylou preceded him up the staircase, carrying her panties. He gazed at her twisting, plump bottom and almost got another hard-on.
In his room, he found a clean pair of Levis and a white t-shirt. "Put these on," he said, tossing them onto his bed.
Cindylou stepped into her pink panties first and pulled them up. Her pussy was damp, but that couldn't be helped. She climbed into Andy's jeans, her breasts shaking, and found that they were awfully tight around her hips and ass. But she managed to fasten the snug garment.
She pulled the t-shirt over her head and down.
"Wow, I can see your tits right through it!" Andy said.
She glanced in the mirror and confirmed that he was right. Her nipples made rigid dents in the stretchy, thin shirt, and their pinkness showed faintly through.
"Well, that can't be helped," she said. "At least, it's better than going naked!"
When she moved about, the bounciness of her full breasts was all too evident. Cindylou tried to ignore them, but Andy couldn't. He reached and began fondling her rounded, jutting tits.
"Ooooh, Andy. . . " she murmured, "I love for you to do that, But we've got to come up with some plans! Your mother will be home pretty soon."
He took his hands away. "Yeah, Jeez, I just can't seem to think!"
"The meeting of the church's women's club is tonight," Cindylou said. "Maybe I could walk in and tell all the women about the parson. If I said it right in front of him, maybe he couldn't deny it."
"That'd take a lot of guts," Andy said admiringly. Then he sighed, "But the parson would deny it, all right-and those women would believe him, not you."
"I'm afraid you're right."
Andy was gazing vacantly across the room. Suddenly his face brightened.
"Where do they hold the meetings?" he asked. "At the church?"
"Well, not usually. It's usually at somebody's house."
"But they could hold it at the church, couldn't they? Look. . . I know what we can do. It'll be tough for you, but I'll bet you're gamy enough to carry it off."
"Oooh, yes!" Cindylou exclaimed. "I'll do anything."
"Then here's the deal. Now, listen.. . . "
CHAPTER TWELVE
"But I don't understand, Andy," Cindylou's mother said. "The parson asked you to call all the numbers of the club?"
"That's right, Mrs. Tucker. There was some kind of problem, so the meeting had to be moved to the church. The parson's pretty busy or he would've called you himself."
"Well, I appreciate your courtesy," Hettie said.
"That's okay. So you be at the church tonight, huh?"
"Yes, I will."
Andy hung up the phone.
"Now, who do I call next?" he asked Cindylou.
"Old Mrs. Trowbridge. She's the town's biggest blabbermouth. Here, I'll dial the number."
She and Andy made eight calls, which they decided was enough. Not all the members of the club had to show up at the church.
"Gosh, I hope this works!" Cindylou said.
"It'll work." Andy assured her, "as long as you do your part all right. I sure hate to think about what you're gonna have to go through, though."
"I won't mind," she said, cuddling up to him, "as long as we can fix that old preacher!"
"We'll fix him and fuck him!" Andy said.
Cindylou smiled. "This time, fucking him will be a pleasure."
She and Andy hurried from his house and to the church, which was nearby. The sanctuary was never locked, so those who wished to pray could do so at any time.
"We've gotta find the light switches," Andy said. "Tonight you want to have light just on the altar, understand? The rest of the church should be dark, except for a light out front."
Cindylou nodded.
After Andy had located the switches and tested them out, he hissed her good-bye, and he left. She settled down to wait.
The next move was up to the boy. Right after dusk that evening, he walked down the street to the preacher's house. Miss Sara answered the door and, when he said he wished to talk with the parson, she let him in. He waited in the study.
"What do you want, young man?" Pastor Pike asked as he entered a few minutes later, frowning.
"There's something you ought to know," Andy said. "I figured if I told you, maybe it would make up for what I did a while back-you know, screwing Cindylou here in your house?"
"Shame on you for using such a filthy word!" the preacher said. "For that I want you to . . . "
"Wait a minute!" Andy said. "Wait until you hear what I came to tell you."
"Well, what is it?" the parson asked impatiently.
"I saw Cindylou a little while ago. I'll bet you've been looking for her, huh?"
The preacher's somber features tensed. "Indeed I have! Where is she?"
"She was sneaking into the church," Andy said.
"How long ago was this?"
"Oh, just five or ten minutes. I figure maybe she's fixing to sleep in the church tonight."
"Hah!" Pastor Pike exclaimed, his eyes taking on a fiery light. "She'll spend the night where she belongs-with her new guardian, Mr. Hull! He's been worrying about where she is."
"Don't tell her I finked," Andy said. "But I figured you had a right to know."
"You did the proper thing, my son," the preacher sanctimoniously replied. "Now hurry on home. I must go fetch that naughty girl!"
Andy could scarcely suppress a grin as he left the parson's house.
"Sara!" the minister called. "The girl is at the church! I want you to come with me to get her!"
"But I was about to leave for Mrs. Williamson's house," Sara called from upstairs. "The women's club is meeting there, you know."
"Fuck the women's club!" Parson Pike exclaimed. "This is more important."
"Can't you handle the girl yourself?" Sara asked, appearing at the top of the staircase.
"Certainly. But I want a witness in case I have to use force. That girl is going back to Whitney Hull tonight, if I have to drag her by the tits!"
"Josiah, how you talk!" Sara chided as she descended the stairs. "What if the town folk were to hear you use such words?"
"They won't, don't worry! Now wiggle your ass, will you?"
Cindylou tensed as she huddled on the altar of the church, which was bathed in light while the rest of the sanctuary was dim. It wouldn't be long before the women started arriving for the meeting, and it was important that the preacher should get there first. Cindylou hoped Andy hadn't been delayed in talking with him.
When she heard footsteps at the front entrance, she squinted to try and make out who had entered. It was no use. She couldn't see anything in the dimness.
Parson Pike saw her, however.
"Cindylou!" he boomed. "Come here this minute!"
"Who's that? " she called shakily. "R-Reverend Pike?"
"Yess! And Miss Sara's with me."
His voice grew louder as he strode down the aisle toward the pulpit, his sister behind him.
"Don't give me any trouble now!" he warned the cowering teenager.
"Oooh, Parson Pike!" she cried. "Don't make me go back to Uncle Whit's house!"
The preacher stepped onto the altar and into, the blaze of light. Miss Sara followed.
"Get up!" the gaunt man ordered as he gazed down at the blonde-haired girl who was seated on the floor.
"I'll do anything, Parson Pike, if I don't have to go back to Uncle Whit!" she said.
"You must!" he replied, and cocked his right arm, about to slap her.
She reached out quickly, snatching at the front of his trousers. He held the blow he was going to unleash, and let her unzip his fly.
"Josiah, for God's sake!" Sara cried. "Not in the church!"
"Shut up!" he snarled. "Let the girl do what she wishes." A wicked smile twisted his thin lips. "She has developed quite a taste for cock, thanks to my patient efforts."
Cindylou lifted his long, flaccid penis out of his clothes and gazed at it. Sucking the preacher's prick was the last thing she wanted to do. But she knew it would be necessary to get him started. She hoped to get that part of the awful business over before her mother and the other ladies arrived.
The preacher's sister stared as the kneeling child skinned back the hood from the purplish, bulging head of his cock. Cindylou stuck out her tongue and bent close, breathing in the scent of his penis. She began to lick the bald knob while she held its stem up.
"My heavens!" Sara breathed as she watched her brother's cock get hard.
Soon the horny organ was standing up of its own accord, the huge knob being buffeted by Cindylou's fluttering tongue. She paused and looked up at the man, hoping he was ready to fuck her.
Instead, he grasped her blonde ponytails and pulled her mouth snugly onto his cockhead. Her gliding lips surrounded the big bulb and part of his iron-hard shaft, as well. He began to stroke his long pecker in and out of her pretty, freckled face as she sucked shamefully.
"That's it!" he groaned. "You are a fine, young cocksucker, Cindylou! Eat it! Gobble my prick all up!"
Sara pulled up her skirt and began to rub herself through her panties while she watched.
Cindylou's lips burned from the stroking of the preacher's hard prick between them as be maintained a fierce hold on her ponytails. He jerked her forward and back against the face-fucking thrusts of his cock.
The women would be arriving for the meeting at any moment, she worried; and if they saw what was happening right then they might blame her and not the preacher!
She didn't hear a sound from the darkened portion of the sanctuary, however.
Finally the minister let go of her, and she sprawled onto her back on the floor of the altar.
"No!" he rasped. "Onto your hands and knees!
I'm going to fuck your hot ass!"
Cindylou dreaded taking his brutally long prick that way, but she knew it would make for a shocking scene, so she positioned herself. Miss Sara giggled obscenely and slid her tapering white fingers under an elastic leg band of her panties. She stroked her furry cunt, which was oozing warm, sticky juice from its sizzling slit.
The preacher dropped to his knees behind Cindylou and jerked the jeans down off her voluptuous young bottom. He pulled down her silky briefs, as well, baring her pale, rounded buttocks and the deep crack between them.
He grasped her rubbery asscheeks and stretched them wide apart. She heard a rustling sound from the front of the church, which the preacher hadn't noticed.
"Oooooh, noooooh!" she bawled loudly. "Don't do thaaaaat! PLEEEASSE!"
One woman had arrived for the meeting, and she stared unbelievingly at what was taking place on the altar.
The preacher poked his long, horny cock between the cheeks of the defenseless girl's ass. The blunt nose of his wet organ nestled in the tiny depression of her anus.
"NOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled again, as the preacher began to push.
He paid no attention to her entreaties, but ground his cock forward, spreading the puckers of her asshole and driving the huge knob of his prick into the tight circle. Cindylou moaned and gasped as his cockhead became lodged in her rectum. His prick was so much larger than Uncle Whit's that it hurt as he sank it deeper and deeper up her hot ass.
Other women had arrived at the church, and they stared in speechless shock at what was happening on the brightly lit altar.
"Your ass was just made for fucking!" the cruel preacher grated at Cindylou as he began stroking his brutal rod in and out of her clutching rear hole.
Sara, overcome by mad passion herself, yanked her panties off and knelt on the floor next to Cindylou. She grasped the teenager by her ponytails, jerking her head around. Sara slammed her wet pussy against Cindylou's face.
The girl was forced to lick and suck twat as the preacher's long, wicked prick pumped slowly in and out of her rippling, rubbery asshole.
Cindylou's mother entered the church, joining the half-dozen other women who stood speechless in the aisle and among the pews, staring at the bizarre scene before them.
Hettie let out a shriek, "Cindylou! My little girl! Pastor Pike, what are you doing to her?"
The man, and his sister, realized for the first time that they were being observed. But so tight was the grip of Cindylou's warmly throbbing asshole around his stroking cock that he couldn't stop fucking her.
Sara, about to come, couldn't tear her palpitating cunt from Cindylou's mouth.
The preacher and his sister kept on with what they were doing while the women looked on in horror. Finally Hettie turned on tottering legs and ran out of the church. She headed for the police station, a block away.
The fact that he knew he was being observed, and that his career was being shattered, only made the mad preacher fuck the young girl's ass all the harder. His rigid rod fairly flew in and out through the elastic ring of her anus, spearing deep into her hot bowels.
She moaned and writhed, blubbering against Miss Sara's twat.
The preacher couldn't seem to reach a climax, regardless of how hard and fast he stroked, and he began slapping Cindylou's bouncy buttocks in his insane, ass-fucking frenzy. Sara groaned like a wild thing as she ground her sopped pussy against the helpless girl's mouth.
Cindylou felt as if she were suffocating in the woman's pungent muff as she all but drowned in flowing cunt-juice and had her asshole brutally speared.
Finally, when she didn't believe she could stand it for another moment, the preacher let out a fiendish cry and his hard prick jerked in the clutches of her rectum. He came, spurting great gushes of thick sperm into her quaking bowels.
Realizing that her brother was climaxing on the altar of the church, in front of an audience, Sara came also, showering more syrupy cunt-juice over Cindylou's trapped tongue.
Sara fell away.
The preacher pulled his prick from Cindylou's sucking asshole and flopped onto his back, staring up into the bright lights.
He lay that way until the police arrived.
They took him to the station, along with Miss Sara and Cindylou. The young girl's mother and several of the other women went along, as witnesses.
"Oooh, my child, what's going to become of you?" Hettie wailed sorrowfully as she sheltered Cindylou in her arms. They were seated in the waiting room of the small police station while the preacher and his sister were being booked.
"I don't want to live with you." Cindylou said, "not after Ben raped me."
"No, that wouldn't work out." Hettie agreed. "But what can we do?"
"I'm going to ask to go to a foster home," Cindylou said. "And I think I know a family that will take me. The county will pay for my keep."
"Maybe that's the best solution," Hettie admitted.
Cindylou smiled, because it seemed that everything had worked out for her at last.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She lay in the darkness of her new bedroom, gazing up at the dim ceiling. The house was quiet, and the Kritch family had gone to bed.
Cindylou wasn't about to fall asleep. She was waiting.
Finally she heard her door open with a soft creaking sound, and she turned her head to see a lean, shadowy figure enter her room. Andy shut the door behind him and hurried to her bed, tossing back the covers.
Cindylou was naked, her stiff nipples throbbing, her pussy warmly aroused.
As Andy snuggled into bed beside her, she felt that his cock was already hard. She clutched it.
"Ooooh, baby!" she said, and gave a little giggle. "We're going to have to oil the hinges on my door. One of these nights your folks might hear the squeak."
"There's something else I want to oil first," the youth said, and started to slide atop her.
"Oh, no you don't!" Cindylou whispered, and tugged at his hard-on. "Put it in my mouth first. You know how I love to suck it!"
Andy swung astride her neck and tilted his pecker down to her parted lips as she lifted her head from the pillow. She gave the knob of his cock a gliding caress with her damp, velvety tongue before sucking the bulgy shape into her mouth. She compressed her soft lips rhythmically behind the ridge of his cockhead and continued swirling her tongue around his throbbing bulb. Gradually she began to glide her mouth forward and back on his rod as he supported her head in his hands.
He stroked his cock into her loving, lunging mouth and thought he was the luckiest guy in the world.
Cindylou felt very lucky, also, to live in a nice house, with kind people. . . and every night to have the most delicious dick in the world to suck and play with and take up her hotly throbbing snatch.
After sucking Andy's cock for several minutes, she was ready for the most thrilling part of their lovemaking. As soon as she had relinquished his wet prick with a final lurid slurp of her lips, the youth scrambled backward, his up-thrust pecker waving in the dim light. He knelt between Cindylou's splayed thighs and tilted his rod down, nosing it into the tight, slippery crevice that he loved.
His prick glided smoothly into her until she had it all, and she whimpered pleasurably. Her legs lifted into the air and clamped over Andy's back.
"Give me a good fucking, baby!" she begged. "I really need it!"
"You and me both!" Andy said, and began to stroke his rigid cock inside her.
Every thrust of his iron-hard pecker took the girl farther up the slope of passion until she was gasping and moaning, struggling to control her happy sounds so that they wouldn't carry to the rest of the house.
Thank God my bed doesn't creak! she thought as Andy forced her bottom deep into the mattress with each vigorous plunge of his prick.
His cock ridge rippled her clinging, slick cuntwalls as he stroked eagerly in and out. His hard shaft rubbed her clit exactly right. She even loved the feel of his boyish balls, swinging against her asshole.
Suddenly she had a giddy thought.
"Fuck my ass, Andy!" she whispered tensely.
He stopped stroking, and his prick throbbed deep inside her.
"You mean. . . your other hole? " he asked, startled.
"Yesssss! Stick your cock up my asshole. . . pleeeaase!"
"But, I've . . . never done it like that!"
"Well, do it now! Cindylou demanded impatiently. "Just slide it down there. It'll go in!"
Andy doubtfully withdrew his hard prick from her pussy and glided it across the short bridge to her nether opening. Cindylou relaxed her circular muscle and tilted her hips up. All the lad had to do was push, and his cock easily spread her asshole, his knob lodging warmly and snugly in her rectum.
"Ooooh, wowwww!" he exclaimed as he drove his hard cock deeper and deeper into his girlfriend's hot ass. She writhed pleasurably, because there was all the difference in the world between getting her ass fucked by the awful preacher with his horse' prick. . . and getting it blissfully screwed by Andy's darling cock.
She wiggled her ass above the bed, bearing down on her feet, as the boy stroked his dick in and out of her snugly grasping rear hole. He moved gently at first, for fear of hurting her. . . or himself. But when he discovered that the coupling gave only great pleasure to them both, he speeded up.
He fucked Cindylou's asshole with all the hot young lust he had, spearing his eager rod through her tightly elastic orifice and deep into her hot rectum. She screwed back, letting her tits toss as she writhed and panted.
"Oooooh, honey. . . " she gasped, her eyes rolling. "I'm going to. . . CUMMMMMM!"
Come she did, her asshole rippling around the youth's cock, and he spurted his thick cream into the clutching heat of her bowels.
"I love you, baby!" he exclaimed, and had never meant anything more sincerely.
"I love you too," Cindylou said, "and I love our wonderful new life together!"
It seemed perfect for them both. . . so perfect, in fact, that they felt they would never want to change it, even after they grew up.
