Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Are you admitting you're sleeping with someone other than my father?" Susan asked.

"Now you're getting personal," Betty laughed. "I'm admitting nothing. All I can tell you is I've never done anything behind your father's back, nor has he done anything behind mine."

"Are you happy with father, Betty?" Susan asked.

"Very happy," Betty admitted. "Why? Are you unhappy with me as a wife to your father?"

"Gosh, no. I mean, daddy seems so alive, now. I'm sure you're the reason."

"Maybe part of it," Betty admitted, "But not all of it. Tell me, Susan, is something troubling you? Can I help in any way?"

"No," Susan said, shaking her head. "There's something I have to work out for myself."

"Susan, there's something you aren't telling me. I'm not sure what it is, and I'm not going to try squeezing it out of you. I want you to trust me. I love your father, and I love you. I love you not because you're your father's daughter, but because you're an honest, open, sweet, clean cut person. I don't want lies between us. I want very much to be your friend."

"Thanks, Betty," Susan said, rising. "It's kinda hard to get used to a woman taking my mom's place, especially with my mom still alive. But at least I'm starting to understand you a little."

Leaving the kitchen, Susan realized Betty had been open and forthright with her. She hadn't in any way. Maybe, just maybe, Betty's was the better way. Susan wasn't sure. Until she was sure, she had to find some way of saving Davey and her father from continually committing what might be evil.

Susan's period came the following day and stayed with her through Saturday. By that time the school year was over. Her father, Betty, and Davey were going to take a vacation, but Susan had declined their offer to take her with them. She told them she would rather stay home this one time.

Ira Frank nodded, saying, "You're a big girl now, Susie. You don't have to do whatever you don't wish to do. I'm going to leave the house in your care. Betty, Davey and I will be gone for one week. Sure you'll be all right?"

"I'll be fine, daddy," she nodded. "All three of you go ahead and have a good time. I hear the mountains are terrific this time of the year."

And so on Sunday morning, Ira Frank packed his wife and son into his car, and drove off, leaving Susan alone in the house. She was alone for exactly one hour.

At about eleven thirty that morning, when she was taking out the garbage, she found Al Lasten standing near the kitchen door.

"Whatcha doin' home, Susan?" Lasten asked, smiling evilly.

"That's my business," she snapped at the sixteen year old.

"I kinda think I'm gonna make it our business," he told her, moving closer to her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling frightened.

"I know your folks have gone off for the week. So's my ma. You and I are gonna be home, all alone."

"You in your home, me in mine," Susan said, frostily.

"No!" Lasten snapped, backing her into her house and following her in, shutting the door behind him. "Nobody's out there, doll. You c'n scream yer head off and no one'll hear you. They're all in church, which is where you normally go on Sunday. But y'stayed home t'see the folks off, huh? Good! Terrific! You and I are gonna spend the whole week together."

"You have to be crazy," Susan snapped.

"Crazy f'you and that virgin snatch of yours. I'm gonna fuck you, Susan. Fm gonna fuck you in every hole you got. And I got a whole week in which to do it. And I'll tell ya right now, if you scream even once, I'll strangle you and leave yer body here f'your folks to find when they get back. You behave, and the worst thing that'll happen is we both have a ball."

"Please," Susan whimpered, backing away, walking into the living room. "Go away, leave me alone."

"No chance," Lasten snapped, his rheumy eyes shining behind his thick-lensed glasses. "I been wantin' t'fuck you for more than two years, now. In fact, I been wantin' t'fuck you more than all those other chicks, combined. They were a kinda warm up f'you. Now come on, Susan. Don't fight me, cause if you do, I'll hurt ya."

He was about two or three inches taller than she, but Susan knew he was considerably stronger. He would be able to cover the distance between them before she had screamed more than once, and she knew he could be nasty. Even if she made the street, he might still cause some permanent damage to her. None of the other girls he had reputedly raped had been physically injured in any other way, which meant he would keep his word about not harming her if she cooperated. But God! He was so ugly.

"Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"Let's face it Susan. Fm ugly. Nobody really likes me. I wanna get laid. So I pick on sweet little virgins like you, who are unfamiliar with other men. This way y'can't compare me to some other guy until afterward. By then, I won't really give a damn. But I'll tell you the truth, little Susan. I'm probably better'n most of those other guys, anyway. You cooperate, and I'll make it a lotta fun f'you. I don't wanne hurt ya. All I wanna do is fuck ya. Now I'm gonna stay with ya until your folks get back. I'll leave just before they get here."

"Why are you staying here so long?" she asked.

"Two reasons. First, I don't wantcha runnin' to the cops in any kinda hurry. Second, even if y'go to the cops after a week, no one'll believe you stayed with me this long unwillingly and didn't try getting' away. Only you and me'll know different. Y'see, I ain't in no mood fend up in the jug, either."

"Please Al, please, go away. I don't want to call the police. I just want to be left alone."

"Susan, if you could see inside me, maybe you'd understand. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna fuck ya, honey. I'm gonna fuck ya, good. Just do as I say and there won't be more pain than is necessary."

"Pain?"

"Just a little, honey. Just a little. And only once.

After the first time there won't be anymore pain."

"Oh God!" Susan cried, falling at the foot of the stairs, her face buried in her arms. "Don't do this!

It's evil! Don't do this."

"Cry as long as you have to," he said. "Cry it all out, now. But accept it. Susan. I'm gonna fuck you. I gotta fuck you. I been dreamin' about it day and night f'two years. I been thinkin' about nothin' but that hot little cunt of yours."

She sobbed for a good two minutes, but at the end of that time there were no more tears left. Al Lasten, the vile, despicable, disgusting Al Lasten was going to rob her of her virginity, and there really wasn't a thing she could do about it. He had waited a long time to get her alone like this. Now he had her for a whole week. There was no one she could call on for help.

"Let's go upstairs," he told her.

Staring at him through reddened eyes, she knew there would be no way out of this. Fighting for her virtue would have been worthwhile had there been any chance of saving it. But she knew her hymen was doomed no matter what she did.

"Can I wash up first?" she asked, as they mounted the stairs.

"No," he said, simply. "I don't want you out of my sight f'now. Later, you can take a whole bath. I might even join ya, but to be honest, I been waitin' for this f'such a long time, I made sure I took me a good, long shower this morning."

Susan headed directly for her little bedroom, but as she crossed the threshold, she stopped. She felt ridiculous; almost as if she were making it easy for him. But how could she do things any other way?

Suddenly she felt Lasten's arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped and shuddered at the same time, feeling something long and hard press against her buttocks. She was wearing slacks that morning, and the solidity of his cock was easy to feel in spite of his pants. She could immediately tell it was a small, thin one. Well, maybe some good would come out of all this. If he was going to use it on her, at least it wouldn't tear out her insides. It was rubbing into the crack between her asscheeks as he moved back and forth, pressing her body against his. She gasped again, then jumped as she felt his hands slide up and suddenly cup her breasts.