Charity Has its Rewards
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Prurient ParishionersChapter 25: Charity Rewarded free porn video
Even though the increasingly libidinous Reverend James J Gillis had been unjustly rewarded for his concupiscent behaviour by getting two cherries in the short period of time since he was ordained he was still plagued by indecent thoughts concerning his well-chaperoned, underaged house guest. And Anita did nothing to help the situation.
On Saturday, for example she had dressed in a pair of tight white shorts that barely extended below the buxom curve of her bottom and, as she bent to tease the little cat that Mrs. Smart had given her, Gillis found himself transfixed by the sleek, brown columns of her pretty legs and the delectable crevice that was formed between the firm cheeks of her lush, young ass. He'd not been prepared for the disturbing thoughts and images that had plagued him almost since the gorgeous young adolescent had first darkened his door. Had he realized he would be so attracted to an underaged girl he would never have approached the ladies about allowing her to stay. He was thankful for the twenty four hour presence of another person to prevent him from doing something totally foolish. And he sensed from the way she looked at him that the fifteen year old girl would have been very cooperative.
From his vantage point in the living room that evening JJ was able to see the front of the tight fabric swell out beneath the gentle thrust of her breasts. Was she wearing a bra? He could see what looked like her nipples making little peaks in the covering fabric and his organ swelled with unwilled desire for the youngster. Almost daily except for the days that Daphne and now Audrey had relieved his lust JJ found himself with an aching erection as he attempted to visualize the Guatemalan girl's ripe young body with nothing on. For the hundredth time that day the minister wondered what her breasts might look like without the blouse and then, when he realized he was staring, he looked away hurriedly and took a long draught from his evening glass of scotch. Actually it was his fourth as he used the delightful drink as a soporific to keep him from thinking lascivious thoughts about his guest.
Anita was not as innocent of men as her cousin believed. She was still a virgin but two weeks before her mother's panicky call to Rita asking her to bring Anita to live with her, her alcoholic mother had taken a new live-in lover. Anita had grown used to this but the latest, Pedro, was different. He was much younger than the woman he was servicing and in fact, barely out of his teens.
Anita liked Pedro. They had much in common, taste in music and movies and both had about the same education or lack of it. After Pedro made love to her mother and she passed out from drinking he would take a shower and then listen to music with Anita. Their friendship progressed to intimacy, first with mutual masturbation and then mutual oral sex. The arrival of her period preserved Anita's virginity as she satisfied the virile young man with her mouth. Her virginity would have been willingly surrendered by now except that her mother staggered to the bathroom and en route she saw Anita on her knees with Pedro's tool in her mouth. Pedro was on the street within minutes and the girl was sent to live with Rita ten days later.
Anita looked in on the minister. She wanted so much to give him a good night kiss but he never let her get close enough to show affection in any way other than with her soft eyes. Could he tell that she liked him? She hoped so. She went to the den where Mrs. Smart was watching television and told her she was going to bed.
The fifteen year old girl liked to sleep wearing only panties. Her mother never allowed it nor did Rita but here she was more or less free to do what she liked. Once she was in bed Anita began thinking of the big, handsome minister. Did he ever want sex? She'd seen how some of the women who shared duties here at the parsonage looked at him and she was sure that had he wanted them they'd be willing. A pang of jealousy shot through her adolescent body as she pictured him with Daphne, the one who looked like she was totally in love with him. Maybe they'd already made love, she thought with a sharper pang of resentment.
As she lay with these thoughts in the humid darkness, Anita suddenly realized that she was becoming very aroused. Well before Pedro had shown her better ways of fulfillment she had discovered the secret pleasures of self-stimulation. Since arriving at the parsonage she had imagined herself as the recipient of gentle, physical love from the man she believed she was in love with. Knew she was in love with.
Slowly and softly, with her breath becoming deep and measured, the fifteen year old girl let her hand slide down over her tummy and then across the gentle rise of her panty-covered pudendum. She pressed lightly with her cupped palm and, all at once, the first faint fluttering of excitement solidified into a hard ball of lust deep in the pit of her stomach. With trembling hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and then slid them down over her hips to remove them. In moments, with a confidence borne of practice, her fingers found the narrow slit between her thighs and she searched for the little nubbin of her clitoris as it slowly erected itself out from its covering hood.
For several minutes she let her fingers play about the increasingly moist slit, remembering how Pedro's fingers and mouth had felt and then imagining it was Reverend Gillis' fingers that were teasing her. Then, still keeping her hand pressed tightly over her mound, she rolled over onto her stomach and then rose to her knees.
Previously, in the silent watches of the night at her Nicaraguan home, she had discovered a technique that could always bring her to orgasm. It involved holding a pillow tight between her legs and rocking so that the pressure of the tight ball of fabric stimulated her pussy to intense orgasm. At first she did this lying on her side, but since then she had refined the technique and now, in her intense arousal, she wanted to indulge.
Anita grabbed her pillow and folded it in half, pinching the fold into a tight ridge. She then placed it down on the mattress between her legs and lowered herself onto it, pulling the outer cover away from the inside so that it formed a little crease. She made sure the crease was tucked tightly into the moist slit of her pussy and then she gripped the pillow tightly with her thighs and allowed herself to sit back on her folded legs. Slowly, she began to rock and, with her hands free for other explorations, she started to caress the firm mounds of her breasts, pulling and tugging at the stiffening nipples in a way that made her give a little gasp of pleasure.
In the girl's mind's eye she was riding on the minister. It was his body that was rubbing her sensitive cuntlips, his fingers gently tugging her nipples. As she increased the tempo of her rocking, the bed creaked slightly, but she didn't think it would be audible outside the room and she continued on, giving herself over completely to the intense sensations. She tugged and pulled at her sensitive nipples with increasing vigor and rocked harder and harder against the fullness of the pillow. She moaned again several times in quick succession and within a few minutes brought herself to a mind-numbing climax that left her collapsed and panting on the sweat-damp coverlet of the bed. Her chest heaved with her exertions but tonight she did not feel satisfied. There was a hungry void in her belly, a need for somebody else to touch her... to give her solace.
She pulled on her panties again but they were wet and uncomfortable from her juices so she peeled them off once more and lay on her back with her hand cupping her moist, unsatisfied young pussy. She was still awake when Mrs. Smart came to her bed.
"Are you awake, Anita?"
"Mmm hmm," the girl said, faking drowsiness.
"I have to go home for a while. I know I'm not supposed to leave you here alone with Reverend Gillis but we know that you have nothing to fear from him. And anyway, hee hee," she giggled, "he's had so much scotch that all he can do is sleep. I'll be back at six in the morning to get you up."
It took the fifteen year old girl less than ten minutes to decide that she wanted company... she wanted to be close to the wonderful minister who had protected her and was still protecting her from that awful Mr. Ramsay. And it was especially wonderful of him because according to Rita, Mr. Ramsay was sort of Reverend Gillis' boss. But he was still letting her stay here in the church in spite of that.
Anita's legs were not long and athletic but when she got out of bed it was cold and it took fourteen long, barefoot strides to get her from her bed to the bed where the minister lay sleeping. Carefully pulling back the covers, she slid between the smooth, cool sheets, settled herself close to him but not quite touching him and closed her eyes.
Anita turned on her side with her back to the minister. The mattress sagged slightly from the man's weight and she sort of slid sideways until she was nestled spoon like to his big, warm body.
Jim was in an alcoholic stupor. It was Sally with him and he was in need. He ground himself against the perfect hemispheres of her ass. Then he lifted her arms high up above her head while working the head of his stiffening cock between her cheeks, straining against the warmth and moistness that spread out from between her legs. He kissed the back of her neck and nipped the flesh a little. Sally had sometimes enjoyed being man-handled a little, and she moaned and leaned her head back against his shoulder, her dark hair tickling his nose.
Anita was wide awake now. Wide awake and apprehensive. Was Reverend Gillis going to make love to her? Did he know who she was? She could feel his hardness poking up between her legs. He was naked like she was. The minister's cock was poised at the primary sexual entrance to his companion's body, and there he paused, nibbling at her shoulder as he sought the hot portal. The slick, wet softness surrounded the very tip of his cock and he made a game of pushing into her a fraction of an inch and then withdrawing. He heard her breathless murmurs, "Oh please... oh careful... oohhh Sirr!"
"Oh yesh Shally," he mumbled, drunkenly slurring over her name. "You're sho good to me."
The girl didn't know who Sally was but she knew that if he was going to make love to her she wanted him to know who she was.
Jim heard Sally whimper, "Yes Reverend... oohhh yess... I want to be good to you."
Sally had never called him "Reverend" before. Strange, Jim thought, as he began pushing a little harder. Damn, she was really tight, much more than usual. He slid his hands back and forth around her hips, enjoying the shape of her.
"Reverend? What are you doing? Are you... ? Ohhhh..." The voice faded with a tremor.
Jim tried to blink his eyes as Sally looked back over her shoulder, only... only she looked different, and a little fearful.
He peered down at his hands, squeezing and massaging the youthful, naked hips of the woman next to him. Only she wasn't a woman. She was his young houseguest, Anita. The head of his penis was wedged between the cheeks of Anita's ass, pressing against the opening to her pussy. And the ripe, young girl, lying spooned on her side beside him, was slowly humping back against him.
"Oh, Reverend... is this what you and Sally used to do? Do you need to do it with me, now? Will it help you, Sir?"
The effect of the scotch was sloughing away now. Jim finally understood what he was doing. His desperate mind dreaming about fucking Sally, his body reaching for what was available. He lay trembling, feeling the rigidity of his cock, overwhelmed with lust, wanting so badly to make love to somebody.
The thing was, Anita at fifteen was agonizingly alluring. Sweet, pretty, with thick dark hair and a ripe figure, the figure he'd been dreaming of ever since she moved in with him.
"Do you want to... to fuck me? Go ahead, Reverend, if that's what you need. I can do it, I know I can."
She pushed back against him again and her lower back formed a lovely curve and the sight, in the dim light, of her bare, smooth bottom burned itself into Jim's vision. He was very aware of the soft warmth of her flesh beneath his hands. And the first inch of his penis was now hidden from view.
Tentatively, almost without meaning to, he pressed forward just a little. Another half-inch of his cock slid into his young houseguest and she shuddered but not, he thought, in pain. Then the muscles of her young cunt squeezed him, sending shivers through his own body. He couldn't help himself... he wasn't even sure he was in control any longer. He held his breath and pushed harder.
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