Middle School Mischief at DorsetChapter 11 Ploughing Priscilla
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When little Leena walked, or more accurately, waddled back to her room after her schoolteacher, Mr. Best had fucked her to her first ever cock-made orgasm she was fatigued. Her twelve-year-old body ached from the expansion of her juvenile twat and she felt lethargic and satisfied.
Her sister, Priscilla, had none of the same feelings. She didn't comprehend what she'd observed. Living on the prairies with her grandparents and schooled at home she knew essentially nothing about sex. They had not even had any animals other than a few chickens and a milk cow that might have naturally demonstrated the act. Her brief glimpse of the thick, white object projecting out from the schoolteacher's groin was her first and only look at a man's penis.
When Priscilla entered puberty at age eleven, had her first period and experienced the initial development of her now humungous breasts her shy questions had been unanswered. Body hair under her arms and on her fat pussy followed and now she was a fully matured (in body, anyway) female. But the sixteen year old girl was completely innocent and naïve.
The strange stirrings that Priscilla felt in her belly when she'd watched her kid sister being fucked by their teacher were almost completely new to her. The only thing similar she'd ever felt was sometimes when she was riding her bike. She hadn't understood that either but in the last three years on the farm she had ridden her bike at every opportunity. She'd even had a few micro-orgasms in the process but that had only served to further arouse a weird and wonderful hunger in her innocent loins.
Priscilla undressed, put on her modest nightgown and got into bed. Her hand immediately returned to the warm softness between her legs and she shuddered as her fingers probed the pulpy, hair-wreathed lips. Years ago her Gramma had told her she shouldn't touch herself there but she hadn't explained why except that it was a sin. Tonight though, after what she'd seen, she guiltily ignored what she'd been told. The naïve teen didn't understand the oily wetness but she associated it with bike riding and as her fingers moved over her bulging sex, she found something hard, something that sent a jolt of sensation surging through her lower body.
Bob Best was worried. Even though Leena had said there was nothing to worry about, he was concerned. What if Priscilla told her parents what she'd seen? He lay on his bed, his hand gently feeling his deflated tool. It was tender to the touch. Little Leena hadn't been a virgin but her twelve year old passage had that wonderful tightness of a pre-teen pussy and, despite the ample lubrication, the friction from the narrow enclosure had left his thick cock pleasantly raw.
Leena had never felt as sexually satisfied as she now was but despite what she'd said to Mr. Best, she was also a bit worried about what her sister might do. After a few minutes she rose and went down the hall to her sister's room.
"Well, Sis... what did you think?"
"Uh... think? Like, how Leena?" Priscilla had difficulty answering because her agile fingers were making her short of breath and a delicious warmth was spreading over her whole lower body.
"Like, seeing Mr. Best making love to me. Didja ever do it with a man?"
"Uh... like... no. I've never done anything like you were doing. What was it? How?"
"Silly. Ain't you never done it even with a boy?" Was Priscilla going to be like Eloise and deny it ever happened?
"I? I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, Leena. I thought he was hurting you. Was he?"
"Nah... 'Cept a bit at first. But it was a good hurt. He's bigger'n the boys who done me before." Leena didn't really know her older sister. They had been living together for only a few months and Priscilla's natural shyness and timidity had discouraged a closer relationship. The younger girl suddenly realized that her sister was truly ignorant about lovemaking but before she could say more Priscilla reconfirmed her naiveté.
"There are some boys who are bigger," and she spoke the names of two of the older boys who were taller and heavier than their teacher.
"Hee Hee. I didn't mean big like that, silly. I meant big like... a big cock. And Mr. Best's is a lot bigger around than Elvin's or Jeremy's. He made me... like... I never felt anything so good! Don't you know nothin'?"
"But Leena? Isn't it? Like? A sin? Like, isn't what you did the bad stuff that Daddy preaches about? Scarlet women and Sodom and that stuff?"
"Yeah... sorta. But, like, Daddy preaches about it but he don't really mean it. Like, he does it too. I mean, not just when he made us... you and me... with our mother. I seen him doin' it with a lot of women... and girls. It's OK to do it just so long as you don't let people know."
Priscilla wasn't sure she believed her sister but she was so embarrassed by her ignorance she didn't contradict her. "Will you tell me? Like, how he made you feel so good?" Was it like she was feeling now, she wondered?
During the next five minutes Leena gave her sister a graphic description of fucking although words failed her when she tried to describe orgasm. The listening neophyte tried to imagine everything that her sister told her, her imagination enhanced by the feelings from her fingers. It might have progressed to an even more interesting experience but just as Leena was trying to describe her climax they heard the sounds of their parents returning from church.
Despite his amoral nature, Ebenezer Wilson had never had incestuous thoughts about his shapely, young daughter, Leena. The same was not proving to be the case with her older sister, Priscilla. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen much of his sixteen-year-old daughter as a child nor seen her going through puberty so when she had reappeared on the scene she was a buxom, supremely desirable young lady rather than a daughter. Although he fought the incestuous urge, his daughter's long legs and mammoth breasts were eroding whatever moral constraints he had. Had he known that Priscilla was not his biological daughter he would have likely taken his revenge on his faithless spouse through her. But he didn't know so he was left to wrestle with his conscience.
Priscilla was experiencing a somewhat similar turmoil although she was not cognizant of it. During the few months since she had returned to live with her family she had developed a good, old-fashioned 'crush' on her father. It was not a sexual one or at least not sexual in a way that she could have recognized. She idolized him. And her sister's assertion that he committed sin like she had with the schoolteacher was totally unbelievable.
"When will I get married, Father?" Priscilla had screwed up her courage. She had to find out more about what she'd seen last night. She was sure that what Leena had done was a sin. Her grandmother had never told her anything about sex except that she warned Priscilla about men who would try to make her sin, to cleave to them before marriage. The girl didn't know what cleave meant but she suspected that Leena had cleaved to Mr. Best. Her grandmother also spoke of the sins of Sodom but never explained what they were either. Would her father tell her? Could she ask him?
Reverend Wilson looked up in surprise from the bible he was reading at the breakfast table. "Uh? I can't answer that, Priscilla. Why? Have you found the man you want for a husband?
"Oh no, Father. Not that. It's just... like... Gramma said I had to be careful around men. But she didn't say why. And I don't know how I should act if a man wanted to marry me." The girl slumped down in her chair; exhausted from the effort it had taken to ask her father about marriage.
If Ebenezer had been fighting temptation before, now he was locked in a death struggle with his conscience. And his conscience was coming out second best. "Well Priscilla, I guess it's a good thing you asked me. Most girls go through indoctrination when they are baptized. You were away when that should have happened. Come to my office this afternoon after school and I will talk to you about marriage and related matters.
The prurient preacher continued his internal struggle all that day. He couldn't put her through the complete baptismal program. She was his daughter and it would not be right. But he could teach her to distinguish between right and wrong. He could protect her from sexual predators who would want to defile her. But, despite his determination not to commit incest his sexual appendage was in a state of semi-erection all day.
"When you are married, my dear, your husband will expect you to join with him in a very physical way. Do you know anything about a man's body?"
"No Father. I guess not?"
Reverend Wilson went through the 'birds and bees' routine for his ripe but ignorant daughter. His carefully chosen words and the gentle way he delivered them achieved two things. His daughter gained knowledge and her love for her father grew greatly.
"Are you going to? Like? Do what my husband will? Are you going to teach me how?"
The girl's ingenuous question almost demolished the preacher's will to preserve her chastity. "No Priscilla. That would be a serious sin called incest. A parent is not supposed to cleave to his or her child." Oh God! He wished he could change Felicity's schedule so he could see her today. But maybe there was a way that wasn't incest.
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