This is a brand new story about Rhiannon Jones at 16.In this fictional tale she deals with the death of an old friend, nymphomania, her craving for older men, and basically as much sex as she can get. Story codes. M,teen girl,M,oral,consent. Rhiannon's teenage years, part 1 Chapter 1. Rhiannon Jones has recently turned sixteen, she's no longer the innocent young blue eyed auburn brown haired girl a man named Chester Mcalister seduced a few years earlier, bringing her into his sexual world. She was a developing preteen when he took her virginity, he went to prison for what he did. She still lives in Otter Creek Iowa with her mother Melissa and her stepfather Jonathan, a 38 year old doctor her mother married a little over a year ago. He works at the hospital where Melissa works as a registered nurse. Like so many small town Midwestern girls, Rhiannon's blossoming into a beautiful young woman. She's a little taller now, standing a slender but shapely 5'10. Her breast have grown to firm full size c's. She wears her hair long, it hangs just above her well formed teenage ass. Her mother has given up asking her to cut it. Rhiannon never tells her she's keeping it long because it's the way her old friend Chester likes it. And something else she never tells her mother is, she's secretly waiting for her much older lover to go free from prison. For a few year now; behind her mothers back, she's been writing Chester letters. Using his younger stepsister Megan's name, because she's not supposed to communicate with the man who was sent to prison for molesting her. Today she'll find out, all of her waiting has been in vain. Chapter 0ne. Heartbreak. It's breakfast time, her stepfather John's cooking breakfast before she walks to her school bus where she'll attend the last day of school before summer break. Melissa's reading the newspaper, suddenly she cheerfully blurts out. "He's dead....Oh thank god almighty, Chester Mcalister's dead!!" Rhiannon's heartbeat quickens, she fights back tears as she sits listening to her mother read the facts of how he died. "There was a prison riot, the prison warden says one of the inmates took advantage of the situation and stabbed Chester during the riot," she reads the wardens quote. "Mr. Mcalister was doing time for raping a child, the prisoner who stabbed him made threats against Mcalister once before. During the riot he came through on his threat. The warden told Otter Creek daily news, Chester was a model prisoner, due for parole in six years. His killer was sentenced to life imprisonment for murdering his wife, he's now in solitary confinement, but there's nothing more to be done with the killer being as he's in for life." Melissa once thought of Chester as a good friend, but since it was found out he molested Rhiannon she hates the mans guts like any mother would. Her next comment angers Rhiannon. "They should give his killer a medal." She speaks up, giving her a piece of her mind. "Mom, how could you say that. You know he's a good man. Yes he seduced me into having sex with him, but mom I wanted it. And even though I testified against him in court, I loved him. If I hadn't been so upset about getting pregnant....I would've never said a thing about what happened. It was you and all of the public officials who drove me to testify. I was just a mixed up thirteen year old girl, I should've kept my mouth shut.....If I would've kept quiet Chester would be alive today." Melissa scowls. "How in the hell could you ever say you love that man...You were way too young to be in love with a fifty year old man. He manipulated you into his bed, here in Otter Creek....Then of all things, he took you off to New York and let his friend rape you. His good buddy Frank Dicks got you pregnant, you didn't tell us anything about him. If it wouldn't have been for Chester's lawyers letting it out that he was sterile, and Chester turning Frank in, we would've never found out about that fucking pervert. My god girl you had an abortion because of him and his friend. Sweetie, that was hard for you, and it was hard for me too." Rhiannon starts to cry, Melissa moves from her place at the table to embrace her only daughter. As they embrace John reads one more detail added to the bottom of the local news paper article. "They're burying Chester today at noon, out at memorial gardens cemetery, near the catholic church. From what the article says, he made this request in a will he wrote up during his time in prison," he chuckles. "Guess the old perv will be coming home to Otter Creek after all." Rhiannon looks at the clock. "It's getting late, I've gotta head out now because I told Mandy Dunkin I'd walk with her to the bus stop on the last of school." Wiping tears from her eyes she stands, grabs her book bag, hugs her mother and stepfather then heads for the door. "Goodbye," she says stepping out the door. It's eight thirty in the morning, her bus stop is a few blocks away around a couple small town city blocks. She has no intention of going to school today, instead even if she should or not she's going to Chester's funeral. The old Catholic Church and cemetery is a few miles out of town, turning a corner she hides her backpack beneath some bushes; a place she's hid it before when she skipped school during this year, and prior years before. Now only wearing her favorite tie-dyed Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, a snug fitting pair of faded blue jeans and white tennis shoes with pink laces she starts quickly walking towards the main street leading out of town towards the cemetery. One bad thing about this last minute idea, is the church and cemetery are about eight miles away. The good thing is, she's a clever girl, not afraid to do whatever it takes to accomplish her goal. Her taboo affair with a man twice her age, has turned her into a nymphomaniac. This mental disorder was brought on from being molested from age twelve to thirteen. Being with a much older experienced man, and experiencing kinky sex with his friend Frank, and his adopted Vietnamese daughter Maylee; a girl her own age at the time, has left her with a craving for older men. After walking about a mile from town on the shoulder of the old two lane road, hearing a car coming she turns around holding out an arm extending a thumb hoping to hitch a ride. Inside the car she sees the lone man driving flash an admiring smile as he comes near, slowing down to look at the attractive teenage girl thumbing for a ride. To her delight he pulls to a stop on the shoulder in front her. Stepping to his drivers side window, she smiles seeing him opening his window. "Well hi there sweetheart," said the man. "Looks like your in need of a ride." He's in his mid forties, his hair's cut short in what she knows to be a flattop or crew cut. He's wearing a clean white dress shirt with a blue and gold striped neck tie, his attire assures her at least there's a good chance he's no rapist or at worse a serial killer, she leans down showing off her best sweet girl smile. "Yes I do need a ride. Can you take me up the road to Saint Leary's Church, it's only a few more miles up the road." He smiles, letting his eyes roam over her face and down to her chest. "Why sure beautiful, I'll give ya a ride. But only if you give me something in return." He says this fondling his crotch, giving her an idea of what he wants for his services. His exhibitionism should make her turn him down, but no she of course does exactly the opposite. "Why of course sir, I can help you out. Is your passenger door unlocked," she hears it unlock as she heads for the passenger side. After taking a seat and closing the door of the mans black Lincoln continental she speaks flirtatiously. "Ok handsome, what would you like me to do for you. We've got some time to kill, the funeral I'm going to doesn't start until noon." He leans back flashing and unsure smile. "You're going to a funeral? Well anyway, being as you've asked. Do you know how to give blow jobs. You look pretty young, I'm doubting a girl your age would know anything about oral sex." With a big smile on her full naturally pink lips, she reaches over placing a hand on his crotch. "Why mister, you've got the right girl," she says flirting. "Because I've been told by a very dear old friend, that I give fantastic blow jobs." Glancing down the road she tells him. "There's an old two track road just about a mile or so ahead of us on the right. Drive up there and pull in," stroking his cock she flirts. "I'll show you how good I really am." Hearing this the nameless man hit's the gas a little too hard, causing his tires to spin. Looking in the rearview mirror Rhiannon watches clouds of green grass and dirt flying up as the car pulls out. "Hey now sweetie," she says. "Slow down, we don't wanna attract old Sheriff Jackson's attention, or one of his deputies either." He slows down, but she doesn't take her hand away she likes the warm feeling of a mans hard cock, it makes her wet. The dirt road she spoke of is less than a mile away, playing with the mans crotch she almost misses the entrance. "Oops, slow down guy, the roads over there on the right." Tires squeal when he hit's the brakes. "Whew," said the man."You could've warned me a little sooner honey." "Sorry," she says apologetically. "Now drive in a little farther. There's a nice little shady spot up ahead along side a little stream, we can park there." She keeps fondling his now very hard penis, as he drives to the spot. Finally coming to a stop, he speaks between heavy breaths. "So how do you know about this place little lady. Does your boyfriend take you here, ahh mmm, yes I bet he does." She smiles remembering it was Chester who brought her here years ago, during their little taboo sneak aways. And though she shouldn't, she always thinks of him as her boyfriend. "Yep, it was my boyfriend," she said with a smile, fighting back tears for the man in question. Coming to her senses she tries unbuckling the mans belt. "Well anyway, we're not here to talk about my fucked up love life are we." "Ha, oh no," said the man. "I'm not here for that either. Now here let me help you with my belt buckle, it can be difficult sometimes." He quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly then pushes his dark blue trousers and white underwhere down. Rhiannon looks down smiling, the sight of this strangers hard cock standing straight up waiting for her attention almost makes her forget the reason she was walking out of town in the first place. Glancing at the cars dash clock, seeing its almost ten a.m reminds her of the mission she's on. Saying nothing she leans down taking the mans thick hard erection between her full young teenage lips. He moans enjoying her warm lips and tongue. Looking down at the back of this pretty girls auburn haired head, he realizes how right someone was that she is good at this. Knowing exactly what to do and how to do, she plays with his large testicles while occasionally taking time to kiss and lick the mans thick possibly eight inch shaft. Watching her work he moans, and begins fucking her sweet mouth. The strangers reaction to her skills excite her, she feel her own juices saturating the crotch piece of the silky light pink panties she slipped into earlier this morning. She stops sits up asking in an excited voice. "Do you have any condoms. If you do, I'll let you fuck me," she flirts stroking her own blue jean covered sex. "I'm really horny, but you cant fuck me without a rubber." "Wow," he gasps. "You are a horny little thing, Ain't ya. Ok look in my glove box, there's one in there I think." Doing as he says, she looks through the large glove compartment, knocking out a few maps and other things. She finally comes upon one lone condom, in a gold package stating that it's ribbed for her pleasure. Seeing this she exclaims in an almost innocent excited voice. "Alright, cool. I've always wanted to try one of these." She rips the package open with her teeth, then does something once seen done in an internet porn movie. Leaning down she places the rolled up condom to her lips then unrolls it down over the mans throbbing cock. "Well," he says astonished. "You seem to have more experience at this than I thought you would." "Yeah, you might say I've learned a few things. I'm sixteen now, but I've been fucking since I was twelve." She said all this moving her slender teen body over his stiff erection, leaving the man speechless to reply. He knew she was young, but when they first met back on the main road, he thought she acted and seemed much older than sixteen; needless to say, he's bad at judging a girls age at first sight. Feeling this young girls tight wet cunt sliding down his shaft, there's a split second thought that maybe he should've never propositioned her in the first place. He's a married man, who at the time was heading towards the next town, with intentions of selling tires to a large auto parts store. Looking into her bright blue eye as she begins riding him, any thoughts of telling her to stop what she's doing fade away. It's been a few months since Rhiannon's had sex, the person she had been with is a boy she knows from school. James was nice to her, and still is for that mater but his youthful experience does nothing to please her. She craves much older men and this mans cock is taking care of her cravings. He's the first older man she's been with since Chester, thinking of him and so many sexual things they did together, she begins ridding this strangers long thick cock with a vengeance. They're parked in the shade of two large oak trees, but the early summer heat and their own body heat cause them both to sweat. Drips of sweat roll down Rhiannon's face, the mans white dress shirt is stained with sweat. He reaches under her tie-dyed Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and plays with her firm sweaty size c breast. Her breast are sensitive to touch, they always have been, she cums a little, or more like a lot. Her juices drip down his shaft, over his balls then soak into his leather seats upholstery below. His wife never does him like this, and she's no where near as tight as this unnamed girl. Her tightness sends warm tingles of pure pleasure, rushing from his groin and over his entire forty year old body. She feels his cock throbbing against the walls of her sex, and cums again. Feeling her cunt walls flexing around his shaft, he suddenly feels an urge to cum as well. He tries holding back, but its of no use. This girl has won the battle, he grunts and cums surrendering every drop of his seed to this lovely young angel of sexual mercy. The condom stops his seed from flooding her ovaries, but she feels his shaft throbbing and his hot sperm flooding the contraceptives thin rubber walls. She loves this feeling and keeps riding the man until he goes limp inside her. Finally totally spent herself, she slumps over his shoulder. After a short while the man comes to his senses. "Um honey, or whatever your name is. I think we better get dressed and get the hell out of here. Its going on ten thirty, I have a sales appointment over in Clarkesville at eleven." She moves away, speaking out of breath. "Yes you're right, we better get going. My boyfriends funeral starts at noon, I don't wanna be late either." After both dressing he drives back to the main road, pulling onto the road he brakes the silence. "I'm sorry for being so rude, but I've just realized I never introduced myself," offering a handshake he says. "Hi young lady, my names Bob Haskins. And if you don't mind telling me, what's your name."She shakes his hand. "Hi Bob, I'm Rhiannon Jones." "Well now," he says with a salesmen's smile. "That's a very pretty name. And judging from that t-shirt your wearing I'm guessing you're a big fan of the song about your namesake." She begins to cry. "Oh now don't cry Rhiannon. I'm sorry if what I said upset you somehow." She sniffles, wiping tears away. "No what you said isn't what made me cry. You see it was my boyfriend who turned me on to this old rock band," she smiles thinking back. "He sang Rhiannon to me, the first time we met. And after that, he and I both spent memorable times lying in each others arms listning to all of this bands works, they have so many cool old romantic songs. A while back, when my mom and me were out shoping for school cloths, I saw this shirt and just had to have it." "Oh shit," said Bob. "back at your secret little parking spot you said you're going to your boyfriends funeral. I'm so sorry for your los sweetheart, and I bet your boyfriends parents are completely torn up about their teenage sons death. Oh by the way, what's your boyfriends name. Did he die in a car wreck or something?" Her shoulders slump a little, she takes a deep breath."Ok Bob, if you must know. His name was Chester Mcalister, and he wasn't killed in a car accident, he was murdered in prison. And he was no teenager, he was a little over sixty when he died." Bob's face turns a shade lighter, he shakes his head in disgusts. "I've heard of Mr. Mcalister. He was that guy who raped that little girl from Otter Creek a few years back. And if I'm right, he took her out to New York and let some friend of his rape her too. Now tell me, how in the hell can a young girl like you say a sick fuck like that is your boyfriend." She replies with angry sarcasm, thinking of what good ole Bob Haskins has just done with her, a mere sixteen year old girl at that. "Well Bob, I just happen to know Mr. Mcalister didn't really rape that little girl you spoke of, but that's only my. opinion....You see I feel this way because I'm that girl, the news reports kept my name out their stories because I was a minor. And if you haven't forgotten Bob, when we we're fucking back there I told you I'm sixteen years old. Huh, I guess that makes you a sick fuck too, doesn't it?" Bob goes quiet after hearing her spew out facts and possible fictions of her life story, the last of what she said really hit home. Looking ahead he sees the church and cemetery. "Hey here's where I'm dropping you off." Coming to a stop alongside the driveway he speaks in a stern business like voice. "Rhiannon, Please Don't ever tell a soul about what we did back there," not getting a quick reply he adds. "Do you understand why girl, it's because I'm a married man. If this gets around I'll be in big trouble, now please say you'll keep this quiet." "Ok Mr. Haskins, I'll keep it quiet. Believe me sir, I know all about what happens when a man your age gets in trouble for being with a young girl like me. Now I will say this Bob, I really enjoyed our little quickie back in lovers lane, that's what Chester called the place. But you and I aren't lovere are we, so we really should've never went back there," opening the car door she adds. "Well it's been fun, maybe I'll see ya round...bye now." she slams his door shut and walks away. Chapter 2. Goodbye Chester, Hello new me. He pulls away leaving her walking alone up the long driveway, leading towards what appears to be Chester's future resting place. Walking closer she remember back to her real fathers funeral, she was almost twelve when he died. Tears begin flowing down her cheeks, thinking of how she lost her father, and now another dear friend. Yes Chester was a friends no mater what some believe, their short relationship wasn't only sexual they were friends as well. Coming to his grave site she finds his casket setting under a green canopy, but no one came to grieve for her old friend and lover. Placing a hand over the large black box, she speaks in a low whisper. "I'm here Chester, don't worry now I'm here for you baby." She said the last, knowing he liked being addressed with this sweet term of endearment. "I'm so sorry, I wish I would've never said anything about you, three years ago on that day in doc Gannon's exam room. But Chester, once I said what you and I did together I couldn't take it back. Once your old friend Sheriff Jackson was told what had been going on, it was like a big ball of shit started rolling down hill. It got bigger and bigger every time someone asked me a question. I found myself saying things I really didn't wanna say. The next thing I knew, they were throwing you in prison for the next eight to ten years." All of a sudden she hears a voice coming from somewhere behind. "Miss, are you related to Mr. Mcalister." Turning around she finds a tall dark haired priest standing a few feet away. His blue eyes seem to look right into her very soul. "Are you a relative or, just a friend miss," he says once more. She hears a slight Irish, or maybe Scottish brogue in his voice. "No I...I'm just an old friend of his," looking around the area, she adds. "Why are we the only ones her Father. He had stepsister named Megan, why isn't she here. He told me once, that he was close with her, I thought maybe she'd be here at least." Looking her over a little closer he smiles. "I know who you are lass, your Rhiannon Jones. You're the one they say he molested....I take it you've come to forgive him, is that what you're here for my child." She rolls her eyes. "No Father, I didn't come to forgive him. He was my friend, and I know you'll scoff at this too. But we were lovers once as well. I never really believed he molested me, as the authorities told me he did. And for the most part, I don't think his friend Frank Dicks raped me either. What happened that night in New York, up in the guys penthouse was well, pretty much consensual on my part." Taken aback by what she's just confessed, the priest changes to his business at hand. "Ok Rhiannon, being as you're here. He at least will have a good send off to our fathers house in heaven." "Do you really believe he'll go to heaven Father, he's told me all about the wild life he led back when he was a young man." "I have it on my own authority that he will go to my fathers house. You see I came to visit him up at the state penitentiary, during my visits he confessed his sins to me. And you know as well as I child, that when one confesses by mouth that he or she will receive forgiveness, and a place in heaven in their after life." Hearing his words, and the kind way he said them, she smiles before replying. "Thanks for helping him Father. Oh but excuse me sir, what's your name. You snuck up behind me without ever saying who you are." she said this looking the tall somewhat good looking man over from head to toe. "Oh please forgive me Rhiannon I'm John McLeary. Now young lady, lets give Chester Alan Mcalister a proper send off to our fathers house." Being there's no one other than Father McLeary, Rhiannon and two grave diggers Chester's funeral is over within a little over twenty minutes. Rhiannon sheds tears as his casket is lowered six feet below the surface, hearing McLeary say the words Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, then toss a handful of dirt over the casket below she does the same. He takes her hand. "Come to the church with me Rhiannon, I'd like to speak with you in my office. Then once we've talked, I'll give you a lift back to Otter Creek. It's way too bloody hot to walk back to town, isn't it lass." In his office she takes a seat and he leans a desk enquiring. "Now tell me girl, why is it you feel what Chester did to wasn't rape, or molestation." She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. "Because I wanted him to do what he did to me. And the more he did it, the better I liked it...When we first met, he'd tell me, he has so much to teach me," she smiles thinking back, her blue eyes seem brighter. "And boy did that man ever teach me things." She said the last thinking she'd shock the thirty something priest, but he doesn't seem at all shocked. Since she met this tall man with a slight sexy brogue, jet black hair, and blue eyes, she's found herself wanting him sexually. Feeling wetness seeping from her sex, she reaches between her legs and begins caressing her blue jean covered cunt. Not caring if he'll be angry and possibly throw her out and make her walk the eight miles back to town alone. Curious to find out how far he'll go she flirts. "So Father McLeary, what do priest do when they're sexually aroused, giggle. If I'm aroused I just take care of myself, like I'm doing right now. And you know something else Father, if your aroused right now I'd be glad to take care of that for you...I mean we wouldn't need to have actual sex or anything. I'll suck your cock, would you like that...giggle. Yes, I bet you would really like that wouldn't you." Now he seems shocked, but he's not angry. It's more like, he is actually aroused by her flirtatious game. Standing from her chair she walks slowly towards him. All the while he's been speaking to her, he's been half standing leaning against his desk. Dropping to her knees she reaches up and begins fondling his manhood. "Do you like this Father, hum from what I'm feeling, yeah I think you like how this feels. Well, do you like it. If you don't I'll stop and leave, if you want me to that is." His voice trembles. "Yes my dear girl...I do like how your soft young hand feels. Oh please don't stop." He starts thrusting his hips, forcing his hardening cock tighter against her hand and fingers. Feeling he's ready, she unzips the fly of his jet black dress pants. He stammers. "Are you really going to please me with your beautiful mouth." She looks up smiling, undoing his belt. "Why yes Father, I sure am. That is, if your want me to." Now he really stammers. "Oh my lord in heaven. Yes Rhiannon, please suck me. The last time a girl did this to me I was just a young teen growing up in Edinburgh. Yes, yes please do it." He's begging her, she feels so powerful. Pulling his pants and underwhere down, his long thick hard white cock springs out. Wanting him as badly as he wants her, she shoves it in her mouth and begins doing what Chester taught her to do, a few short years ago. Sucking him she thinks. Two men in one day, wow I'm so glad I skipped the last day of school for my old boyfriends funeral. McLeary begins fucking her mouth and moaning softly, all the while watching her suck, lick and kiss his cock. Using her free hand she unsnaps her jeans, pushing them down along with her silky light pink panties. She goes back to work sucking him off, while at the same time fingering her almost hairless once virgin cunt. She really wants him inside her tight teenage cunt, but she knows the good father has taken a vow of celibacy "Oh my god," he exclaims. "Rhiannon Jones, you are a true gift from god....Ahhh, mmm, ahhh." Hearing his praise, feeling he's going to cum soon she starts bobbing her head back'n forth jacking and sucking him off with her mouth, doing this while vigorously fingering her pussy. Looking up at the dark haired man of the cloth, he seems to be in deep concentration, possibly in prayer. She licks down his shaft, kisses his nuts, then slides beautiful pink lips back to the head of his cock. Back at the head, she begins bobbing her head again. Opening his eyes, he watches her long auburn brown hair flopping recklessly about her head. Feeling her luscious teen lips sucking and slipping quickly back'n forth over his rarely used cock, he finally loses control. Screaming out "Ahhh...Oh Yes, Oh My Fucking God." Feeling his hot heavenly seed drenching her tongue and throat, she swallows it all down while continuing her oral assault on the good fathers still hard cock. Looking up, she finds him smiling down upon her, his smile is none other than true happiness. Feeling he's finally going soft, she stops looks up and smiles. "Did I please you Father. Judging from that big smile on your face I did please you didn't I." Finally coming back to reality he smiles stroking her soft hair before reply. "Oh yes my child, you did me so good indeed," looking at the clock he becomes serious. "I know you've skipped school to come out here Rhiannon. Otter Creek high is still in session, pull your pants up girl I'll drop you off near campus." As he drives her back to town she remembers something McLeary said back in his office. "Father McLeary, what was that girls name. The one you said was the only girl who gave you oral sex back Edinburgh, wherever that place is." He smiles and laughs. "Her name was Maggie O'Keefe, she was your age. And thinking back about the lass, she was spitting image of you. The town in question was Edinburgh Scotland, the place of my birth," she spots sadness in his blue eyes. "Did you love her John. What happened, did you break up or something?" "Yes Rhiannon...I did love the girl. She passed away a few years on into our relationship, after her death I never loved another girl again. A few years later I gave my life to god, thinking doing gods work would mend my heart." She's about to speak again, but he cuts her off. "Ok Rhiannon, I'm dropping you off here. We're only a block away from school." She smiles looking into his eyes. "Can I see you again. I know what we did, is what you consider a sin. But I like you John McLeary, and I know deep down inside you're just a normal everyday good man." He kisses her hand. "I don't know if we should meet again my child. But if we do, it will be gods will now won't it." Hearing these words she steps from his old white BMW. "Goodbye Father, thanks for the ride," she says acting nonchalant before closing the door. Walking down the street she whispers to an old friend, and one time lover. "Well Chester, I guess maybe you did teach me something after all. Hey maybe if I don't sin too much down here, I'll see you up there someday, giggle. Hopefully not too soon though, I still have a lot of life to experience." The End Of Part 1.