Chapter 6
After the episode watching Matt and Linda together, Dorrie became more concerned than ever. She now alternated between obsessive thoughts of sex with her older brother or her father.
Her mother noticed the funk and questioned her about it. "What's wrong, Dear?" she asked while they were alone together in the den. "You just don't seem to be yourself. You don't go out anymore, and you seem to be listless. Is something bothering you?"
Dorrie quickly responded, "No, Mom. I'm fine. I guess that I've just been under the weather a little lately. Really, I feel okay."
Mrs. Pennington felt her daughter's forehead and looked closely at her face. "Well, I guess that you don't have a fever or anything. Are you sure there isn't something bothering you?"
"Nope. Everything's fine." Dorrie repeated. "I'll get out some more. As a matter-of-fact, Reverend Masters has asked for some summer help at the church, working on some books and things. I'll give him a visit tomorrow."
The Reverend Jonathan Masters had been the pastor at their church for seven years. Now in his late thirties, he would be judged to be too young to lead a more conservative church. However, in the present environment, he was right at home. The congregation was generally young and mostly affluent. The upbeat, positive thinking approach that the young preacher brought to his work and his messages struck a chord with his flock. In particular, he was a big hit with the young people.
"Rev Jon" was a pal and a confidant as well as a confessor and counselor. He led the young adults in all their organized affairs, including campouts and beach cookouts. It was safe to say that he had developed a close relationship with them, and most came freely to him with their problems.
Accordingly, it was no surprise to Masters when Dorrie Pennington bounced into his study late in the afternoon. "A beautiful young woman, he reflected as he became aware of the very interesting motions under her light summer blouse. The thin garment barely contained two large, conical, fleshy mounds that seemed to want to bounce and wiggle free of their constraints. Obviously, Dorrie had blossomed, and had an outstanding figure.
Her blouse was tucked into incredibly snug white shorts that clung to the girl's ass and upper thighs. Normal dress for a Florida summer, but sometimes it could be incredibly arousing-even when the wearer was a member of a Minister's own congregation! And this was just such a time.
"Lord, keep me from improper thoughts," Masters quietly breathed. Even as he did so, his eyes quickly darted down past the shorts (with a brief stop at the invitingly emphasized crotch), along the girl's golden tanned legs. Her thighs were sensuously smooth, and even with his quick glance, he could see the tiny golden blonde hairs that were almost invisible on her upper legs. The legs tapered down past beautiful arched calves to her sneaker-covered feet.
"Come in, Dorrie. Come in!" he boomed out to the girl despite the fact that she was, indeed, already in his study. Masters made the young woman at ease next to him on the study sofa.
Masters had counseled Dorrie several times before in the private study. Always, she had brought problems that were somewhat trivial overall, but which had bothered her greatly. The young minister always listened somberly and quietly until she finished. Regardless of how small or unimportant the problems really were, he always addressed them with grave concern and dignity, which further endeared him to the listener. He really did care about his flock and he wanted to help in any way that he could.
Despite her confidence, it took her some time to finally get to the issues that were destroying her sleep and occupying almost all of her attention.
"Come on, Dorrie. What's really bothering you?" he asked. "Just relax and talk it out. You know that I will help you to work it out."
With this little encouragement, she finally opened up. She explained that she had been obsessed with thoughts of sex for some time, and that she spent almost all her time thinking about it and wondering what it would feel like and wanting to try it.
Although he kept his face passive, Masters smiled inwardly. Most young people about Dome's age became obsessed with thoughts of sex. And most of them worried about it. He had no doubts that he would be able to put her mind at ease.
As she continued, his confidence slopped slightly. Dorrie next explained that she masturbated while thinking of having sex with older men.
"How much older, Dorrie?" he asked. In the meantime, the Reverend had been suddenly reminded that this was a very desirable young woman sitting on the sofa just inches away from him. The talk of sex had stirred his libido, and his imagination had immediately taken over. He suddenly saw the colorful cotton blouse popping open and the girl's big tits springing free. He imagined her erect nipples pointing at him in open invitation.
Stop it! he ordered himself. Aloud, he said, "I'm sorry, dear. What did you say? I missed that."
"Well, one's almost my age, just about four years older. The other one's old enough to be my father," Dorrie stumbled at the last admission.
Masters cleared his throat and spoke. "You have to understand, my dear, that all young people fantasize-especially about this sort of thing. It isn't at all unusual for us to daydream and to think about some famous people, and to wish that we could be close to them. Your fantasies are nothing to worry about."
"But you don't understand," she almost wailed. "I don't dream about famous people or heroes. I think about having sex with my brother, Matt."
As she saw the shocked look on the Minister's face, Dorrie realized that she might as well reveal everything. "And that's not the worst thing. I dream about making it with my father."
To give the young preacher credit, he quickly mastered his consternation and continued to talk with the girl in a quiet, normal manner. Slowly, he drew out the details about her fantasies and her daydreams. It quickly became apparent that she was really obsessed with thoughts of incest. It was also obvious that her thoughts and desires were really causing her concern. He resolved to help-in whatever way he could.
"Dorrie, I'm gonna have to ask you some very personal questions. First of all, are you a virgin?"
Dorrie smiled at the man. "Yes, of course I'm a virgin. Several have tried to get me to go all the way, but really, I just don't seem to want of fuck anyone but my brother or my dad."
Suddenly, the young girl blushed bright red and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say 'fuck'. Oops! I just said it again. Oh! I'm all confused."
Leaning over, Masters put his arm around the girl's shoulders and pulled her over to lean against him. With his other hand, he pulled her head down against his shoulder and rubbed the back of her head and neck. "Relax, dear. Just relax and stop worrying. Nobody ever got hurt by a word. Besides, I've heard that one many times."
With his comforting embrace and soothing tones, Dorrie finally relaxed and regained her composure. The hug felt so nice that she remained snuggled up against the man while they continued to talk.
After a lengthy discussion, Masters felt that he knew enough of Dorrie's problem to work on a solution. By posing the right questions, he eventually led her to a similar understanding.
"So my real problem is that my body is ready for sex while my mind is somehow caught up in an infatuation with the male members of my family?" she asked.
"That's pretty much right," Masters responded. "And it's perfectly normal. Your father and your brother are the most important men in your life right now. It's natural that you would transfer your body's new yearnings to thoughts of 'doing it' with them. Don't worry, Dear. As soon as you have found a lover of your own age, as soon as you have a little sexual experience, you will be able to get them out of your mind."
Dorrie remained skeptical, however. "How am I going to get any sexual experience when I'm really not interested in any of the guys my own age? You know that I can't just go out and get fucked, I mean, I can't just 'have sex' with someone who doesn't turn me on. I'd really feel cheap doing that."
While they talked, Dorrie had relaxed completely in the Reverend's loose embrace. Her big tits pushed against his arm and his left side. The man had become increasingly aware of their pressure and the luxurious soft-firm texture. He could feel the prominent nipple on her right breast, and he knew that the talk of sex was starting to arouse the young woman. His stroking hand continued to caress her neck her and upper back. And now, he was all too aware, his own arousal was soon going to become all too obvious. From the way Dorrie was sitting, she would soon be looking at the growing erection in his pants.
"Okay, Dorrie. What you're going to have to do is find an experienced older man who can help you. Someone other than your father or brother. Someone who will be tender and loving, and someone who will teach you how to make love and how to please your lover as well as yourself." All the time the young Minister was talking, his mind had been racing. He thought to himself, I can't really believe that I'm doing this. I can't believe that I'm thinking about fucking this adorable young woman.
"Yes, I think that I understand," Dorrie said. Suddenly, she sat up and leaned back against the sofa. As she did so, her turning motion brought her left breast into contact with the man's right hand-which until now had been innocently stroking her back.
Without thinking, Master's hand closed around the big tit and continued his gentle stroking, squeezing motion. Immediately, the half-erect nipple blossomed to full attention and thrust out hard against his palm. Also immediately, the man's partially erect cock blossomed to full erect hardness and pressed painfully against his confining pants. Dorrie sucked her breath in sharply as sudden tingles of excitement raced through her boobs and reached down into her crotch. She looked suddenly into the man's face and was transfixed by his intense, lust-filled eyes. The image of Matt's unfocused stare as he came into Linda's pussy popped into her memory. Yes, the Minister looked exactly the same. My God! He was actually horny for her.
Reluctantly, the man started to pull away. He dropped his hand away from Dorrie's tit and sat up on the sofa, moving away from the beautiful girl. He was stopped by her reaching arms and her words.
"No. Don't stop now. That felt so good. It was just like what I've been daydreaming about." Dorrie shifted and put both arms around the man's body. Her left arm was around the man's waist, and her right along his back and shoulder. She slowly pulled him back toward her.
Dorrie looked up at Masters and said, "You were exactly right a few minutes ago. I do need an older man to help me, to teach me, to love me. And I think that I couldn't ever find a better teacher. Will you help me, please? Will you love me? Will you teach me how to fuck?"
With a silent groan, Masters gave in to the inevitable. He could no more leave this delicious young thing than he could fly. His body betrayed his arousal and his desire. He just had to fuck this girl, and the sooner the better!
"Okay Dorrie, I think you're right. It should be someone who will think of you and of your pleasure and not just think about your young pussy," the man croaked, his voice suddenly husky. In the meantime, his hands had returned to the girl's marvelous tits.
"My God! I've never felt anything like these before," he groaned as he cupped the mounds, squeezing gently. His thumbs pressed up against the twin buds of her throbbing nipples. The big boobs were too large for him to cover completely. He alternated squeezing and then pulling gently down on the huge jugs. His fingers and thumbs finally closed around the girl's nipples, and he pulled and pinched gently as she moaned in pleasure under his hands.
Bringing his face down against the girl's chest, he rubbed his nose and mouth back and forth against the cloth-covered mammary mounds. By now, the top three buttons of her blouse had popped open, and the upper slopes of her tits were exposed. Masters kissed the smooth, creamy flesh in a series of short, nibbling bites, working his way down into the cleavage between the big tits. Shifting slightly, he slipped his right hand into the lacy bra and lifted the girl's left tit out-at least enough for his lips to reach her nipple.
At first, he gently licked back and forth across the bud, pushing against the nipple with his tongue and teasing it on each stroke. As he did, he felt the girl's body tense under his hands. Then he gently brought his teeth together around the stiff nipple and nibbled ever so gently before sucking the nipple and the surrounding puckered tit into his mouth. Knowing that the young woman would not be used to the new sensation of having her tits sucked, he was still surprised at her reaction. She grasped his hair with both hands and pulled his face down hard into the straining mound. She moaned and writhed as he alternated with sucking and nibbling on the throbbing mound.
Finally disengaging from the girl, he sat up and quickly removed her blouse and unsnapped the bra. Removing her bra, he gently pushed Dorrie backward against the sofa until she was fully reclining. Then he reached down to her tight short-shorts. Quickly opening the zipper, he pulled the shorts and the tiny bikini pants underneath down the girl's long, lovely legs. Suddenly, she lay on the couch completely naked.
By now, Masters' composure had returned along with an almost painfully hard erection and the certainty that he was just about to enjoy a young, tender piece of ass! He resolved to make Dome's first time as pleasurable as possible-along with enjoying it himself, of course. He continued to play with her ripe young body in an extended foreplay intended to bring the girl to the brink of orgasm before he actually sank his prick into her.
Kneeling alongside the couch, Masters cupped Dome's left tit while he leaned across her body and started to suck on the right one. As his right hand stroked and massaged the boob, he slid his left hand down the firm, soft, wonderful belly and across her prominent pubic mound. Spreading his fingers, he combed them through the silky, honey blonde pubic hair and reached down to the young woman's cunt. Dome's legs were still mostly closed, however, but he was able to slip the two middle fingers into the valley alongside her vulva. At first, he rubbed back and forth along the pussy lips, pulling at them ever so slightly and pressing down with his fingers as he stroked down.
"Oh, this feels so good," Dorrie breathed. Masters just mumbled an incoherent answer into the springy tit-flesh in his mouth and continued with his sucking, licking attention. Down below, Dome's legs slowly opened as the attention being directed at her cunt caused an automatic reaction. Her tight little pussy was now very wet, and the man's fingers were damp with the fragrant moisture. As her legs opened, the girl's pussy lips parted slightly, and the man's middle finger slipped ever so slightly inside.
Dorrie stiffened and then started a small, automatic rocking motion that gently pushed her cunt up toward the probing fingers. The finger slipped into the tight hole up to the second knuckle, and then Masters thrust it back and forth into the hot, moist hole. By now, Dorrie was moaning softly. Her upper body twisted and gyrated as both her tits were teased and stimulated. Her lower body rocked back and forth in a rhythmic fucking motion.
Suddenly, the hands and mouth were gone! Dorrie opened her eyes and raised her head to find out why the good feeling had suddenly stopped! She saw the minister quickly shedding his own clothes. Already, his shirt was gone and he was just dropping his pants. As the man stepped out of his pants, Dorrie saw his rigid hard-on outlined against the tight briefs. Then Masters reached up and hooked his thumbs into the sides of the briefs, pulled them down and stepped free. He now faced Dorrie and moved back toward her on the couch, his rigid pecker bobbing slightly as he moved.
Dorrie's gaze was centered on the purple-headed tool that was moving toward her. She noted that it was not as large as Matt's-but right now that didn't really seem to matter. This cock was going to fuck her. This cock would open up the tight, hot, wet passageway into her body and make her into a true woman at last!
Dorrie spread her legs wider on the couch, she raised one leg and rested it along the back. The other remained along the edge of the seat, providing a nest for the Minister to slowly sink down onto her.
Dorrie thought that he was going to ram his hard prick into her immediately, and she steeled herself for the violent, loving action. Masters surprised her, however. Instead, he lay partially atop the girl and carefully positioned his prick at the opening of Dorrie's cunt. With his left hand, he slowly rubbed the cockhead up and down along her pussy lips-just as he had earlier with his fingers. By now, the big, purple knob was wet from its own lubrication. As the man moved it slowly back and forth, Dorrie's pussy lips moved back, more and more with each stroke. Now he was rubbing against the cunthole itself-easing the very tip of his cock into the wet, clinging opening.
For a moment, Masters stopped the motion of his cock and lay with just the tip of his dick inside the girl. He held it there and returned his attention to her right tit. He teased the nipple again, first with his tongue and then with his teeth and lips, biting, sucking, and licking the hard, throbbing bud. Teasing the tit, he started a gentle rocking motion with his hips-easing the pressure of his dick against the cunt and then increasing it.
The combination of Masters' slow but continued pressure and the girl's wriggling, squirming motions moved the man's dick deeper and deeper into the young, tender cunt. As it inched its way inside, Dorrie could feel each little movement, each centimeter of penetration as he cunt opened to swallow the intruding member.
Dome's thoughts were, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
The minister moved atop the girl. He abandoned his attention to her tits and now lay fully atop her with his hands grasping her shoulders. His chest crushed down on the mounds of her big tits which served as a wonderful, soft cushion. Her nipples continued to thrust up against his skin.
Masters brought his face forward and down over the girl's. For the first time, he kissed her luscious, parted lips. Teasing the girl's lips with the tip of his tongue, he flicked it back and forth, barely entering her mouth. Dorrie pressed her face forward and opened her lips a little more in invitation to his questing, teasing, probing tongue. Suddenly, the man thrust forward, pushing his tongue deeply into the girl's mouth while simultaneously shoving his dick as deeply as possible into her burning cunt!
Dorrie stiffened and shuddered as a mixture of brief pain and indescribable pleasure warred within her body. She shuddered as her hymen was parted and the first real orgasm swept over her. She tried to talk, to scream in pleasure, to call out, but her mouth and throat seemed to be filled with thrusting tongue as her cunt was filled with thrusting cock. Her body spasmed and jerked as the orgasm spent itself.
The fucking didn't stop, however. The man on top and inside her had not yet finished. It seemed as if Dorrie's cumming had increased his arousal and spurred him on. Suddenly, Dorrie's pussy was pummeled as the Minister started a hard, pounding rhythm. He would pull his cock partway out of Dorrie and then shove it all the way back inside the hole. At the end of each stroke, Dorrie could feel his balls slap her ass as the big cock stretched and filled her tingling hole.
Maybe it was the furious stroking that Masters was pounding into her cunt, or maybe it was the thought of Dad and Matt while she was getting fucked that did it, but, suddenly, Dorrie felt yet another orgasm starting to build. And this one was going to be the best ever! She licked the side of the man's face and his ear, then moaned up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, fuck me please!"
Dorrie tightened her legs around the man's ass and wrapped her arms around his back. She rocked her ass up to meet his pounding thrusts and squeezed as tightly as possible with her legs. She felt her tight, hot pussy clench the man's dick as it slid deeply into her, and then she felt him go rigid all over. He pushed forward as hard as humanly possible. His action buried his cock deeply as his cum shot out in a massive burst.
As Dorrie felt the man cumming, her own orgasm struck with full force. Her scream echoed through the church as she could not hold it in any longer. "FUUUUUUCCCCKK! Oh, God, I'm getting FUCKED!"