Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Jesus!" he gasped in her ear. "What a fuckin' firm pair of knobs you got."

"Please!" she exclaimed and twisted around to face him, if only to make him stop feeling her solid tits.

And then she saw his lips coming closer to hers. And even though he was as ugly as a toad, she realized she didn't want to resist him.

It was obvious Al Lasten knew what to do. And since he had the whole week in which to do it, he knew enough to take his time. Even as his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss, she began seeing images of her father kissing Betty, kissing Vivian. So it was that Al Lasten's light, closed mouth kiss affected her strongly, making her shudder with in inner lust that had been hidden just beneath her own surface. It was a primeval sensation, purely physical. And now she could understand what Betty meant when she'd said there were times when one had to take her physical pleasure where she could find it, even if no love was involved.

Two things became clear at that moment. First, Betty was right in that she had to decide what was right or wrong for herself. No one else could make that decision. Second, as far as she, herself was concerned, her mother was wrong. Sex was not an evil thing unto itself. Sex with the wrong people might be evil. Al Lasten was not right for her. But he would force her into performing sex acts, and she would obey. To cleanse herself she would have to find someone she loved. Davey! She would cleanse her body, and Davey's, too. If necessary she would cleanse herself by using her father's body. With this in mind, she closed her conscience, knowing it would only make her suffer for evils she, herself, did not perpetrate. She would cooperate with Lasten now, only because it was the logical thing to do.

The images in her mind were beginning to have a strong effect on her, making her form new resolutions. Deep inside her seething, virgin cunt there was a hot yearning. The tender vaginal labia were getting wet, really wet for the first time in her life from something other than an eliminating function. Even as she felt the hot trickles inside her, she knew it was something other than urine. The sticky liquid was already seeping out, getting the crotch of her panty soaked. She could feel muscular contractions in her boiling pussy, pulsating in a mad sexual beat. Her nipples, pressed against his chest with only her blouse and his shirt in the way, began hardening. They seemed to poke through the light cotton of her bra and rub into his chest. And that solid cock of his was now rubbing against her belly, making her shudder. It was evil, but it was deliciously arousing.

Lasten felt the way the girl was trembling as he held his arms around her. He thought it was out of fear, since all the other girls had shook from fear. He didn't realize Susan was vibrating with something burning and primitive, coming as it was from something deep down inside her tender young body.

It won't be long now, she thought. I'm the cause of his dreams, and now he's going to fulfill those dreams by fucking me. And I'm going to let him. I'm going to let him because if I don't he'll slap me around and then do it, anyway. But the real reason I'm going to let him is, I want it if it's evil and perverted, I can use his forcing me as an excuse. But I want it.

He guided her over to the bed, still unmade and scented with the delicate fragrance of her young body. They sat on the edge together, and his hand began stroking her shoulder, gently. His fingers raced up and down her arm, having an electric effect on her. She was still quivering, now trying not to look at him, staring straight ahead, her eyes blank, in no way showing the lust running through her girlish body. As his hand touched the top of her shoulder she quickened her breathing as her body trembled under his caress.

He let his hand slide down in back now, touching her spine, moving lower until it touched the tops of her deliciously curved asscheeks. And now he was talking to her, saying, "It's okay, Susan. It's okay. You'll see, you'll like it. It's a load of fun. All the others I had were just warm ups f'you. So I know this is good, honey. Wait and see. Just wait and see. I'm gonna teach you everything I know. By the time I walk outta here, you're gonna know more'n most women twice yer age. Wait and see."

"All right," she gasped, "All right! Do what has to be done."

Her voice was a low soft moan, and her almost-immediate acquiescence took him completely by surprise. He thought he would be caressing her for a good hour or more.

She was panting now, her full bosom rising and falling rapidly. She was almost gasping now, her breath burning his face and fogging his glasses as he turned to look at her. He slipped the glasses off and put them in his pocket.

There was no turning back now. She had, in effect, told him her body was his to do with as he pleased. At least she would be learning about it in a bedroom; her own bedroom. It wasn't some cheap motel, nor was it in the back of a parked car. Rake though Lasten might be, he wouldn't grope all around like some unsure youth.

Her mind, she realized, had been fighting this for a long time now, and the reason was, her body was begging for it. If it was truly evil, this was the only real way to find out. Yes, oh yes, she had to know, to discover this for herself and not depend on the words of others. Between her mother, Betty, and Reverend Trashman, she had found herself completely confused. Was any of them right? If not, what was the real truth?

Her body trembled with anticipation, Knowing the time had come for her to surrender her hymen. Yes, yes, let it happen.

But before Lasten could do or say more, they were interrupted by the sound of the door below opening and closing. Betty Frank's voice was saying, "I'm sorry, Ira. I left the small suitcase in our bedroom, upstairs."

Lasten stood up, pulling away from Susan as her father came hurrying up with Davey.

"Almost halfway there, and she remembers she left her suitcase home," Frank muttered to his son.

"Hey!" Davey shouted, reaching Susan's room before their father could pass. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ira Frank hurried to where his son was standing in the doorway and saw Lasten standing in his daughter's bedroom.

"Susan," Ira asked, more astonished than anything else. "Is this something you're doing willingly?"

"Daddy!" she cried out. "He forced his way in here."

That was all Ira Frank had to hear. He charged into the room and belted the teenage, pimply-faced boy as hard as he could. His fist smashed Lasten's large nose.

"I think we'll call the cops on you," he snapped, grabbing the terrified youngster by the nape of his neck and hauling him to his feet. Blood poured from Lasten's broken nose, soaking the front of his shirt.

"No!" Susan said, thinking of the horrible things she would have to say if Lasten were ever brought to trial. "Just make him leave me alone."

"Damn straight," Ira Frank nodded. "He's going to leave you alone permanently. Right, rotten punk?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the terrified boy squealed. "Lemmee go, I swear I won't come near her no more. I swear it!"

Ira Frank dragged the shuddering form of Al Lasten downstairs, then threw him out of the house. Going back to his daughter, he said, "I'm sorry, Susie-honey, but I can't leave you home, now. You almost had a nightmare without falling asleep. That boy is disgusting."

"Daddy," Susan murmured, so utterly confused. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Well I know," her father told her. "You're coming with Davey, Betty, and me, to the cabin we have in the mountains."

Too distraught to argue with her father, Susan packed some clothes. Davey brought down Betty's small suitcase, and soon the four of them were on their way in the Frank sedan.

Two and a half hours later they were settled in a small rustic cabin, one of many in the surrounding mountainous area. It had only two bedrooms. Sleeping arrangements had not been set up when Ira Frank and his wife decided what they needed was a good swim in the cool mountain stream not far from the cabin.