SEX STORY #88
THE DEACON
In 1815 Virgina, the rules were hard and fast, to be obeyed without question,
however, as we are about to see, not all rules are applied with equality. What
is good for the goose, is not always good for the gander! John and Catherine
Smith, a very religious couple, had a small farm about three miles outside of
Kirkville, Virginia, where they were raising their three children in the
traditional puritan upbringing. Rachel the oldest of the three, was the apple of
her father’s eye, and the first of the Smith family to be born in America, and
both John and Catherine had high hopes that their eldest daughter would marry
and have a family of her own right in Kirkville. Being a bright and very
beautiful girl, Rachel should have had her choice of any of the fine young
Christian men in the area, but alas, she seemed to show no interest in any of
them, and this confounded her parents no end, and no amount of coaxing could
persuade her to take up with any of the available beau’s. When ever her mother
brought up the subject, it always ended the same, with Rachel running to her
room and slamming the door, which effectively ended the conversation!
Having just turned nineteen, Rachel did have an interest in boys, it was just
that she wasn’t interested in any of the ones her parents deemed appropriate for
her. She would have been caught dead with any of them, and the thought of
spending the rest of her life with one of those dullards, well, it was enough to
make a body cringe!!! Rachel was a high spirited girl, and she was attracted to
like minded men, that is, those that seemed to have a zest and love of life. The
only one she had ever met that made her tummy tie up in knots was Robert Walker,
the son of divorced parents! That was enough to make him almost an outcast, and
surely put him out of bounds as far as marriage was concerned, but Rachel didn’t
care, Bobby was who she wanted, and Bobby was going to be who she would get!!!
For over a year now they had been meeting at the far end of the pasture, down by
where the river ran slow and gentle. Hidden by the trees, the two of them had
spent the last twelve months getting to know each other, and as is wont in these
cases, getting more intimate with each passing day. At first Bobby was afraid to
touch Rachel’s hand, his shyness making it hard for him to even look her in the
eye! Over time, however, the two of them forged a bond that began as friendship,
but evolved into love. The first kiss, Bobby shaking so hard he missed Rachel’s
mouth and kissed her nose, onto the first intimate caress, a now much more
assured Bobby, cupping the full bosom of his lover through her blue summer
dress. Two young lovers learning about each other’s bodies together, taking
their time, enjoying each step as they awakened to new and exciting experiences.
They had progressed by now, to the point that when they would meet, they would
quickly shed their clothing and take a dip in the warm river water, frolicking
and enjoying each other’s company. While they had not consummated their love,
they were taking a great chance that their sacrilegious behavior would be
discovered, and that they both would be severely punished. Their luck seemed to
be holding, as no one ever came to that part of the river, so they played in the
water, their young bodies free and open, reveling in their young love. While
they were sunning themselves on the sandy shore, their eyes closed, holding
hands, and naked as the day they were born, they didn’t even notice the small
two man skiff that was floating past them on the slow moving river. If they had,
they would have seen Ben Barker and Hank Flowers poling their boat within thirty
feet of them, their mouths hanging open in stunned silence at the sight of the
two naked teenagers. When they dressed and returned to their homes, they had no
idea of the trouble they had gotten themselves into!
The loud knock on the door came as a surprise, because it was customary not to
interrupt people during dinner hour. John opened the front door, only to find
three members of the town council standing before him with grim looks on their
faces. “Good evening gentlemen,” offered John, “and what brings you way out here
on this fine June evening?” “Good evening Brother John,” answered a very somber
William Hawkins, “this is not a pleasure call, but it something we must discuss
with you with great reluctance!” By now, Catherine Smith had joined her husband
at the door, and invited the three visitors inside. After everyone was seated
and comfortable, John leaned forward and said, “You had something on your mind,
William?” “John,” William answered, “you know the penalty for fornication?”
“What’s this about, William,” questioned John, “why would the law against
fornication have anything to do with me?” “Not you, John, but I regret to say
it, but about your daughter, Rachel,” replied William. “Rachel,” boomed John,
“you had better explain yourself in a hurry, William, or I’m fit to take my
broad ax to you and your brethren!” Rachel, still sitting at the kitchen table,
felt the bottom fall out of her tummy, a sickly feeling spread through her that
made her feel like vomiting. William continued on, “John, do you think I’d come
here and make a charge like this if I didn’t have solid proof against her?”
“What, what kind of proof do you have,” demanded a very agitated father?!?
“John, Catherine, Ben and Hank were within a stones throw of your daughter and
young Robert Walker sunning themselves in the altogether down on the bank of the
Floyd River,” explained William, “both of them had their eyes closed, so they
never knew that they’d been seen.” “Robert Walker,” John Smith fairly shouted,
“no daughter of mine would ever be seen any where with that young ruffian, let
alone naked on a river bank where anyone could see’em!” William cast his eyes
towards Rachel, and was about to ask her if what he said was true, but he was
stopped short by and out burst of sobs from the young girl! John Smith leaped
out of his chair and strode over to his daughter and grabbed her by the arm and
jerked her to her feet and demanded, “Did you debase yourself against God and
family with young Walker!?!” Rachel, now bawling even harder, tried to reply but
was unable to due to her uncontrollable sobbing. Her father, now in a fit of
rage, dragged her across the room and threw her at William and screamed, “Get
her out of here, she is no longer a daughter of mine, she has brought great
shame to this house, and will not be forgiven!!!” William and his men, then led
the crying girl out of the house, and put her in the carriage for the trip back
to town. Through all this, Catherine Smith was also sobbing, but more quietly
and to herself, she tried to wave a final good by to her daughter, but John
Smith pulled down her arm in disgust and said, “She’s made her own bed,
Catherine, and now she must sleep in it!!!”
The two horse carriage made good time back to Kirkville, and Rachel had calmed
down quite a bit by the time they hit the town square. To her shock and dismay,
however, her lover, Bobby Walker, was already in a pillory in the middle of the
town square! A small group of youngsters, mostly boys, were throwing taunts and
derisive insults, as well as a few well placed rocks at the immobile offender.
Rachel broke down in tears all over again, at the thought that she too might
soon be made a public laughing stock along side her paramour! The carriage wound
its way through town, until it reached its final destination, the church, the
tallest and most imposing building in the small town. “Why are we stopping
here,” asked Rachel in a small frightened voice? Ignoring her question, two of
the men took her by the arms and led her up the path to the front doors of the
old structure. William knocked, and almost immediately the large door swung
open, behind which stood Deacon Henry Hancock, a direct descendant of the signer
of the declaration of independence. Dressed in black, his coal black eyes burned
with a passion that had always terrified Rachel, enough so that she would go out
of her way to avoid contact with him. His fire and brimstone sermons were enough
to frighten anyone, especially the young children of the congregation, who
looked upon Deacon Hancock with almost god like reverence. His deep powerful
voice filled the church entrance when he said, “Thank fellow brothers, it is
God’s will that this sinner be punished and made top pay for her transgressions,
and I will endeavor to make her see the error of her ways!” The three men nodded
and turned around and left Rachel alone in the presence of her judge and jury.
The Deacon closed and locked the door and told Rachel to follow him, his
towering frame seeming even larger in the semi darkness of the candle lit
sanctuary. He led her to the very front of Church, right up to the altar, where
he spun around and in a voice that sounded like a lion’s roar accused her of
sinning in the eyes of the Lord!!! Rachel again began to sob, aware that Deacon
Hancock had the power to literally have her put to death! “Confess to me child,”
he exploded, “confess your sins to me in front of almighty God!” In a small
voice Rachel replied, “I have sinned in the eyes of the Lord, and am sorry.”
Deacon Hancock then thundered, “You must describe your sins in detail in order
to gain absolution, tell me of your transgressions!!!” A totally mortified
Rachel then recounted her actions with Bobby, stopping short, however, of
admitting any acts of intimacy. The Deacon, his eyes flashing his displeasure,
fairly screamed at her, “If you do not admit your sins, you will not be saved,
and fire and brimstone will be your final resting place!!!” “You must be pure in
the sight of the Lord,” he continued, “and only in your original naked self can
you be truly saved!” A shocked Rachel then stood by helplessly while the
powerful man literally tore her clothing from her body, until she was standing
naked before him. Rachel was a full figured young woman, with very large heavy
breasts, that seemed to run in her family, along with a flat tummy that spread
into wide full hips, the type that seemed to go with child bearing. Her legs
while not thin, were sturdy and firm, and connected to her full round bottom.
Rachel’s vagina was covered with a thick coat of brown pubic hair, that formed a
perfect vee above her slit. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but it was
impossible to hide all of her womanly charms. Deacon Hancock taking her by the
arm, led her to the altar and announced, “The only way for you to be cleansed of
you sin is if you are taken by a man of the cloth in the presence of the Lord!”
Rachel shuddered in fear, but offered no resistance when the Deacon lifted her
upon the alter, and then spread her young thighs wide apart. While she and Bobby
had touched each other, they had never done what Deacon Hancock was about to do
to her! His mouth covered her hairy vagina and his tongue probed her tight
little slit until it came to rest on her tiny bud. Her body shook involuntarily
as his tongue worked its way up and down her crack, each time stopping to give
her clitoris a special licking. Being young and sexually inexperienced, Rachel
had and abundance of reserved sexual energy stored up, so it was no surprise
that her first orgasm was brutally hard. Her vagina flooded the Deacon’s mouth
with cunt juice while her pussy convulsed for a good minute and a half. While
she lay there panting, her head spinning at just what had occurred, the Deacon
stood up and asked her if she felt that some of her sin had been forgiven? She
nodded her head yes, a watched in fascination as the Deacon slowly undid his
pants and let them fall to the floor, exposing a giant sex organ, at least twice
the size of Bobby’s! His penis looked like a huge cudgel sticking out from his
crotch, like a weapon, long and thick, a terror to any vagina that got in its
path! Rachel began to whimper, knowing that she was still a virgin, and that in
a matter of seconds her little pussy was going to be invaded by a monster it had
no defense against! Deacon Hancock stared down at the quivering girl, and in his
deep resonant voice intoned, “This will purify you of your remaining sins, do
you believe?!?” Now in a state of total submissiveness and fear, she nodded her
head and weakly replied, “Yes, Deacon, I believe.” Her legs shook, as the giant
erection probed her outer lips, feeling along her crack as if to try and find a
weakness before it attacked her! The head, the size of a small lemon, pushed its
way into her canal, stretching her far beyond what she though it would go! It
hurt like crazy, but mixed in with the pain was a pleasure that spread like warm
water throughout her entire crotch. Having just had a one very hard orgasm from
oral contact, Rachel could instantly sense that she would soon be experiencing
another one at the expense of Deacon Hancock’s huge erection. Slowly he forced
his big penis farther and farther into her tightness, her pussy losing all touch
with reality, as it tried in vain to accommodate the thick cock flesh. “It’s so
big,” she moaned, the pleasure and pain mingling in her crotch, unable to decide
if she was happier with it in or out! The Deacon responded to her moan by
plunging his dick all the way to the hilt, which of course, resulted in the
young girl having her vagina torn apart by another incredible orgasm!
“Girl,” the Deacon barked, “do you still want to be forgiven of all of your
sins?!?” “Yes sir,” Rachel answered, still shaken from the reaming her virgin
pussy had just endured. “Well then,” he continued, “get on your knees and pray
with me, pray that you shall follow the righteous path laid down for you in the
Holy Bible!!!” Rachel got to her knees and bowed her head in prayer, only to be
interrupted by the booming voice of Deacon Hancock. “Look up to me girl, look
into my eyes and feel the Lord Almighty giving you absolution!” Lifting her face
to gaze into the black coldness of his black eyes, Rachel instead was staring
directly at the mighty sex organ that bobbed up and down in front of her mouth.
The Deacon moved a little closer, until the smooth purple head was just brushing
against Rachel’s lips. A little more pressure, and the big knob popped into her
warm mouth, carrying with it a slightly salty taste, which wasn’t all together
unpleasant! Rachel, while at first apprehensive about sucking on the Deacon’s
cock, had to admit that it was making her vagina get that itchy feeling once
again! Her nipples were shriveled up and hard, and Rachel took one of them in
her hand and gently twisted it, causing her pussy to tighten even more! The
Deacon, on the other hand, was staring down at a beautiful big titted seventeen
year old girl who was giving his pecker the sucking of his life! She looked
almost angelic in the pale candle light, but how many angels have you ever seen
with a nine inch cock in her mouth?!? The sight of his huge boner in the pretty
little mouth was more that the Deacon could stand, and his cock exploded in a
cum spurting orgasm that spilled out of her mouth and down onto her pretty
chest! Rachel tried to swallow it all, but the torrents of cum came too hard and
fast for her, and the warm cum splattered across her boobs. The Deacon pulled
the cum covered girl to her feet and ordered to clean herself up.
After dressing, Deacon Hancock sat her down and lectured her on the sins of the
flesh, exhorting her to find strength in the Lord and keep herself pure until
marriage! She would have to live in the church for the next month to complete
her period of absolution, and Deacon Hancock would personally be in charge of
her penance! Tomorrow they again would “pray” together, asking the Almighty to
guide her to the path of righteousness! |
