A Little Girl's Panties
by John Beyers


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Oooooh, M-Miss Sara.. . ! " Cindylou murmured hotly. 

"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." 

"Oooh, no!" Cindylou said. "Please don't tell Mama!" 

"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. 

"Oooh, Rickie . . . Rick-eeeee . . . FUCK MEEEEE!" she bawled. 

Josiah heard that in the next room and snorted. 

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. 

"Aaaawwww, noooh . . . pleeease . . . ! " she moaned. 

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. 

"M-Mr. Hull . . . I mean, Uncle Whit . . . ! " Cindylou said, flustered. 

"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. 

"Oooh . . . oooh . . . oooh . . . ! " she panted, feeling herself approach a 
climax. 

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. 

"Maaan, Cindylou. . . " he panted, "where'd you. . . learn thaaaat?" 

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. 


THE END
