Chapter 2
Reverend Monson's two-story brick house, inconspicuously snuggled in a wooded yard of oak trees directly across the street from the church was dark and silent... and the Reverend's daughter heavier than she looked as he strained to pry her out of his purple Mustang parked under the shadowing pine trees lining the minister's driveway. Ricky grunted under the weight of the girl slung over his shoulder, her arms flopping, her hair dragging as he struggled toward the garage door and found it open and empty. Ah ... ha, the preacher's off doing good works!
Locating her bedroom in the deserted house wasn't difficult; he had only to follow the steps up to the second floor and turn right into the pink bedroom. Slowly, as not to awaken her, he stretched her lush half-conscious body out on the soft mattress.
"Oh," she mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol-sodden slumber. "Have I been asleep? Oh ... my head! My God ... what's happened to me?"
"You're okay, Ruth," the tall wrestler soothed, not wanting her to regain full consciousness... yet. "I'll get you ready for bed and you'll wake up feeling just fine."
Ruth giggled drunkenly at the idea of having a boy in her bedroom, and she gave into the idea of being helpless and weak ... letting a boy play nursemaid to her. His strong fingers proved remarkably agile as he carefully maneuvered the bulky turtle neck sweater over her golden head, revealing the succulent mounds of her 36D cups that rose and fell with the labor of her breathing.
Somewhere in a fear-stricken corner of her brain, Ruth knew that she should not be allowing a boy to undress her like this. Even in her sleep she could feel him tugging at her skirt, sliding it down over her hips, over her thighs and calves, but he was valorously rescuing her from a predicament, wasn't he? Dragons ... Southern Comfort ... what difference did it make? She needed help and he was there, strong and able.
Down to a pair of white bikini panties and a brassiere, she lay limply on the bed with her eyes closed and the room pleasantly whirling around her, spinning her like a top into an unexplored consciousness. Embarrassment... ? What was that? Ricky sang in the church choir and that classified him as trust-worthy, respectable. Anyway, she was going to sleep and she felt a warm glow of security, hoping that he would sit by her bedside for a few minutes and talk to her.
And the Reverend wasn't home, gone to a meeting fifty miles away, addressing a roomful of chattering old hens, all stewing about sin and forgiveness ... all the crap I've listened to for seventeen years. "Ohhh, Ricky," she crooned, her golden hair spun across her pillow, haloing her face shadowed by the dim hall light. "Don't go ... please...."
Boy ... this little icicle is melting fast! thought Ricky, his eyes blazing over the mounds of her temptingly suckable breasts, housed in the plain white cotton of her brassiere. Virginity, a discarded toy to Ricky, he scratched his head and wondered how and if he should do it. Christ, this blonde haired honey was the most juicy, innocent thing at Somerville High ... and who deserved that sweet cherry more than he, the champion wrestler? For weeks now he'd been watching her at choir practice and knew that in that little girl mind was a big girl libido, beating at the door of her psyche, ready to try its wings. Fortunately for her, Ricky was a good teacher.
Ruth moaned and whimpered, squirming Oh the pink chenille bedspread as Ricky ran his heavy lecherous hands caressingly up and down the firm white softness of her thighs, kneading and stroking her warmly yielding flesh. In the dim shadows he could make out the tempting mound beneath the thin, almost transparent crotch band of her panties, but he knew caution had to be the key word, or the sleeping princess might wake up screaming and beating her fists.
Lord, she'd drunk half the bottle of Southern Comfort, enough to stagger an elephant. Ricky wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as if in the middle of a wrestling match, eyeing his opponent, allowing her a few minutes to fall back into a langourous sleep before he pinned her. His hard young cock was practically crawling out of his pants with eagerness, but there would be time enough for her to wake up later when he had rammed it all the way up into that virginal softness of her tight, unused little pussy! God ... he sucked in his breath, imagining the feel of her hot, tight vagina clasped around his stiff penis.
Ruth rolled over on her side with a low, drunken moan, her heavy breasts slipping a little in her brassiere, giving Ricky the chance to unfasten the hooks of her under garment. No protest-only a thankful whimper-erupted from the drunken girl who sucked in her breath at the cool feel of the air on her naked breasts.
The tantalizing sight of her now nakedly vulnerable young breasts filled Ricky with a lust greater than the first time he'd played with himself while staring sex-drugged at the centerfold of his father's Playboy magazine! His cock twitched and wiggled in his underwear like a snake in a gunny sack while he gawked at her puffy nipples and the firm white flesh surrounding them. Christ, it was a sin to let such gorgeous breasts remain hidden in a heavy brassiere ... for Ruth had a lot to hold up.
Ruth muttered a sighed thank you as Ricky experimentally teased one tiny exposed nipple with his index finger and grinned as he watched it react to his expert touch, throbbing up firmly and proudly. The preacher's daughter edged a little closer to consciousness without exactly waking up. In her fogged, half-asleep condition, she felt the delicious sensation of having her breasts freed. The Reverend would be so mad! she thought. He insisted she wear the heavy white cotton brassieres so that her melonous breasts wouldn't bounce when she walked. When I move out of here, I'm gonna not wear any!
Oh... and Ricky was still here... bless his heart. Soon he would draw the cover up over her and then leave her to sleep off the alcohol. Oh ... but what was he doing now? she wondered vaguely, but her eyes refused to open and her mouth could not be persuaded to form words. His hands seemed to have a thousand fingers, touching her, tickling up and down her flat smooth stomach and playing with her soft, brown-tipped breasts. In her near sleep she could see her father wagging a warning finger at her. That's wrong, Ruth!... and then she could feel the sting of his whip slashing across her backside.
"Ricky... ?" she mumbled, her voice echoing her concern wanting to tell him to stop being nasty and tuck her under the covers. But no words came. She did manage a weak kick in his direction as he lifted her buttocks slightly and began sliding the flimsy nylon panties gently down over her delicate, shapely hips and thighs, and then, before she could react, she passed out cold again.
"Mmmmm, little baby, old Ricky is hot for you!" breathed the muscular young athlete, running a hand through a shock of brown curly hair, realizing that the minister's daughter was ripe for plucking ... and pluck that cherry he would! Better asleep than a punch in the nose, he laughed to himself then stood back to survey his opponent, unfastening his belt and letting his levis drop to the floor. The tented cotton of his underwear slipped silently over his groin.
He licked his lips, squinting to see the thin hair-lined slit of her tight, virginal little pussy that was barely visible under the softly tempting curls of golden pussy hair which nestled up between her full luscious thighs. Restless in her drunken slumber, Ruth moved, rolling over on her back, unconsciously spreading her legs even further apart... exposing her entire cuntal area up between them to Ricky's rakish eyes. Leaning down, he stared into the pink eye of her clitoris.
The sweat of anticipation beaded his forehead as he reached down just below her naked belly and teasingly flicked with his finger the little pink bud of her clitoris. The sweet smell of her femininity wafted up to his nose, making his nostrils flare lustfully. Sure, he'd fucked chicks before, but he'd never seen one up this close before! Again he teased the nub and watched in amazement as it began to fill with blood and throb gently like a little erect penis.
Slowly, expertly, he drew the thinly bearded lips of her vagina wide apart, exposing the moist pink flesh at the entrance to her secret little hole. Fleetingly, he wondered if she touched herself down there ... lots of girls did ... but then she was the preacher's daughter and God alone knew what she did in private moments!
Below, Ricky could make out the tight elastic ring of her tiny, slightly puckered anus. Someday he would try fucking a woman down there, but tonight Ruth's cherry seemed a more delicious treat! Slowly, he raked his eyes away from her moistly tempting loins to leer hungrily down at her large rounded breasts, milky white and begging to be sucked as they rose and fell on her rib cage with each breath she took. Her breasts were set remarkably high and close together, though slightly flattened now by the position of her body. Ricky's mouth watered like a little boy's waiting to bite into his Halloween candy as he bent over her sweet smelling body, cautiously touching his trembling .lips to one naked nipple and feeling it pucker and harden between his teeth.
To think that this luscious body belonged to Reverend Monson ... God, it was enough to make a grown man cry! He wondered if the angel squirming under his tongue had ever thought of sex... let alone tried it. All that would be changed now ... and Thursday night Choir practice wouldn't be such a bore.
Tired of wasting time thinking, Rick touched his cock with the palm of his hand. Sure enough, it bounced back to life, refusing to be held down. Christ, to feel her swollen tits against his hairy chest! Maybe after he'd fucked her, he would call up some of the guys and let them eat their hearts out while they watched him fucking her. If she woke up and get too noisy, he would simply force another slug of Southern Comfort down her throat and that would eliminate her squeals.
Ease up boy, he told himself, feeling a few drops of pre-cum pearl from the slitted tip of his penis. One knee propped up on the sagging mattress, he stroked his cock a few times, considering jacking-off and shooting his cum onto her breasts, then watching it drip down like melted candle wax off the spikes of her nipples.
Like a virgin, he didn't quite know where to begin. Should he teach her to give him a blow-job? No... she might drown. Should he suck on the nub of her clitoris, licking high into the pink fleshiness of her cunt? No ... she might cum and he'd be left with a case of the blue balls. An old fashioned fuck would be best... but first...
He knew when he did it that the chances of shooting off prematurely were great, but he just had to have her succulent lips touch his cock head once. Grunting with lust, Ricky eased his loins gently forward until the fist-sized tip rested comfortably in the delicate moistened furrow of her half-parted lips. He sucked in his breath as the warm breath from her nostrils sent a frenzy of sensual electricity volting down his spine making his penis give one happy jerk, popping it through her lips and into the hotness of her mouth.
Her lips tingling, Ruth swallowed in her restless sleep, opening her mouth to sigh deeply and allowing the rubbery tip to slip past her teeth, back into her throat. Groaning at feeling this strangely shaped object in her mouth, she ran her tongue exploringly over the wet, smooth surface of its veined underside. "Ohhhh ..." whimpered Ricky, his heart pounding right down to the fuzz of his testicles, letting the delicious feeling shudder through him for a few more seconds before he pulled it out, a hotly swollen knob of seeping flesh.
The bed squeaked under his weight as he crawled down on it, pushing her creamy spread legs further apart as he inched steadily forward, his nostrils flaring with the steam from her juicy vagina. He found his hands shaking with anticipation as he gave in to a primitive sexual instinct, lowering his head deliberately down between her quivering thighs and licking the velvety flesh of her open-petaled vagina. Snake-like, he ran his tongue lightly around the fringes, the blonde fuzz of her genitals tickling his nose as he darted his tongue into the wet satin slit of her cuntal hole, tasting the virginal sexual juices flowing freely from her unconsciously responding body ... like melted snow from a mountain stream. The girl was ripe with springtime and she moaned faintly in her drunken stupor.
He gave her two more deep licks for good measure, then let his lips slither up her smooth, sleek body as he moved on all fours over her naked body, guiding the purple knob of the pulsating tip to snuggle up into the hairy blanket of her cunt mouth.
Ruth's eyes opened languidly at the feel of her virginal young vagina being pressured apart by a hard object which was slowly and inexorably forcing its way up into the tight narrow passage between her legs... a place too sacred for even her to touch!
"Oh! Gosh, what's ... happening?" she moaned helplessly as the elastic-rimmed tightness of her widely stretched pussy fought back for a minute against this aggression, then feebly yielded to the superior force of Ricky's powerful young body. As he popped inside, she instantly sobered from the searing pain and she squirmed her naked loins this way and that, trying to shake off the tormenting intrusion. "Oh, Rickkkeee! What are you doing to iiieee!.'!" she cried in wide eyed terror, staring blindly up at the fuzzy naked chest hovering over her.
"Oh, Christ, I love it when you scream!" Ricky gritted his teeth and jerked his pelvis forward and began fucking hotly in and out of her virginal young cunt, splitting the delicate vainly resisting membranes, shredding the proof of her virginity. The pain was worse than her first menstrual period, and she cried out in groans and pleas, scratching wildly at his chest, his face, his thighs, but the wrestler pinned her to the mat.
Inside the hot pit of her belly, Ricky's cock jerked in delight, anxious as he was to fuck her all night. He had won his sexual victory, but with a few more long strokes, he felt the tension in his hairy testicles build to the bursting point. Then he swore: "Oh, shit!" as his cock doubled in size, bringing one last terrorized wail to the impaled young minister's daughter, and he groaned, too, as his virile, sperm-filled cock pumped her pussy full of searing hot cum that wildly gushed, bathing her cervix, splashing against her cunt walls, then spilled out, dripping down the creamy flesh of her inner thighs to puddle on the pink chenille bedspread.
Only when his jerking, spastic cock had deflated and his testicles had emptied, did Ricky collapse in a sweating heap across her sperm-spated body, glancing up to see the pain etched on her face, he repented for his sins. "Jesus, Ruthie, I'm so sorry..." he wailed over and over while the younggirl, confusion swirling crazily through her miasmaed mind, held him tightly to her naked breasts while he sobbed out his belated sorrow for what he had done to the pretty blonde haired preacher's daughter.
"Ricky ... Ricky... why?" she asked him as the big wrestler sobbed like a child who'd broken his Christmas toy, his big muscular body crushing her into the mattress. Inside of her belly, his thick cock was still twitching guiltily as the last drops of warm, milky white cum gushed hotly out of him; and for an instant only, she felt a throb of sensual pleasure, understanding for the first time why men and women went to bed together.
Ruth had not expected sex to enter her life so soon, so unexpectedly or so violently, but it had come and now she was undeniably a woman. Far from sober, she struggled toward a sort of consciousness as she lay beneath his panting body, thinking and caressing the back of his muscular neck as he sobbed out his guilt, wondering if she was pregnant and if there was blood on the sheet.
Far away in a distant world she heard a door slam and then the unmistakable thud of footsteps on the stairs. Ricky's body stiffened, corpse-like. Someone, was stomping down the hall, and those heavy foot steps didn't sound friendly!
"Ruth ... what the hell are you doing awake? I forgot my notes for the speech and I..." The door opened wide, silhouetting the six foot two frame of Reverend Monson! He squinted against the dark, then reached up and snapped on the light to stare down at his daughter lying naked with an equally bare-assed boy cuddling in between her open thighs. Ruth, too terrified to speak, watched in horror as her father gasped for breath, a strange tortured cry coming from his mouth. Then he disappeared, returning what seemed like a second later, a whip in his hand.
It cracked at the foot of the bed, lashing at Ricky's toes, and he let out a groan of fear, wriggling off of the bed and grabbing for his clothes, darting down the steps three at a time.
"I'll teach you to fuck around with my daughter, you little bastard!" bellowed the Reverend, hot on Ricky's speeding heels, slashing the whip across the boy's naked calves to leave red, bloody cross-hatchings. "When I get my hands on you ..."
And he did ... at the door as Ricky fumbled with the latch. The Reverend's massive hands grabbed Ricky's long hair, giving him a special 'blessing' by knotting it in his fist, and spun the boy around to face him. Mouth open like a dying fish, Ricky Morgan felt one painful slug in the heart of his mouth and then a crack as his front teeth, bloodied and splintered, flew onto the living room rug.