Jason Cannon

The ministers_s daughter

AB-4008

CHAPTER ONE

It was the summer of her eighteenth year when Midge decided she was not happy with herself, her family, or her life. All around her she saw the evidence of success, wealth and the good life. She wasn't exactly sure of what it was she did want, but she knew it wasn't what she had or what posed in the future for her.

The good Reverend Sommers, her father, an itinerant minister without a church, called her schoolmates "Sons and daughters of the devil", and the multitude of material things they owned "playthings of Satan".

He had turned his wife, Midge's mother, into a babbling workhorse who provided most of the family's meager income while resigning herself to the fact that some day she would die and all would be better on the other side.

Midge didn't agree with this but she didn't know why. She also couldn't understand her father and her sister's attitude toward her. Her father would berate her and, sometimes, beat her when he caught her in clothes that he said made her look like a whore. Her sister would always side with her father on these occasions. It didn't dawn on Midge that the stares she received from her brother-in-law, Bill, could be the reason her sister seemed to hate her so much. They were just like the stares from the boys at school, the men on the street, and sometimes from her father.

Midge failed to recognize the difference between herself and other girls. She also paid no attention to the narrow hips, flat chest or sunken buttocks of her sister, as opposed to her own body. But a difference there was. She was matured, a full-titted, wide-hipped, sensual female animal.

She sensed the uncomfortable stirrings in her body when people, particularly men, touched her. But her mind had been so trained by her father's rantings about the sins of the body and sex in general that each time they occurred it frightened her rather than excited her.

It was an unbearable day. Another hot day in a long line of days during a sweltering summer. Since her mother, father, and sister, Beverly, had gone to a tent meeting that Sunday afternoon, Midge lounged around the house in only her panties.

She was upstairs reading and listening to music when she heard the back door open. "Who is it?" she said, reaching for her robe.

"It's Bill, Midge. Just wanted to borrow some ice. Our fridge is broken."

"Sure. Go ahead!" she said, dropping her robe and returning to her book. She smiled to herself, thinking that Bill probably wanted the ice for a drink. Since Beverly was gone Bill could sneak a drink and watch a Sunday afternoon baseball game. Midge liked her brother-in-law, and was sorry that he was shackled to such a shrew as Beverly.

She thought she heard the door slam downstairs. Listlessly, she moved around on the bed. Perspiration lay in a glistening sheen on her nearly nude body. Droplets weaved their way downward through the deep valley between her bare tits.

Suddenly, the sight of her own breasts intrigued her. With her thumb and forefinger she made a large 0, and circled the aureole of one tit with it. The nipple hardened. She smiled, her curiosity piqued further. She lifted the huge bulb of her tit until the nipple was near her lips. She tongued it. She watched as it got even harder. She opened her mouth and sucked at it. The result heightened the storm of sexual tension that had lain dormant in her body. There seemed to be a direct line from her tits right down to the dark cleft between her legs. She reached inside her panties. She was wet there, soaking wet. Much the same as she remembered when she would wake up after her strange dreams.

She often dreamed about a faceless person coming to her bed in the middle of the night. She didn't know if it was a man or a woman. It was almost always the same. This person would whisper that she would be taken away to some far-off place and given anything and everything she could ever possibly want. Then the person would climb on her body and fuck and suck her in every way possible. Midge would grind her thighs together, knead her breasts, and in the midst of the dream she would come.

Thinking about her beautiful dreams Midge began probing the crack between the hairy lips of her cunt with her finger. It felt good, as it always did when she touched her body.

At the same time she seemed to hear her father's voice, screaming from somewhere in the back of her brain. "As in! Lust in the body is as in!"

Frightened, she grabbed her robe and started toward the downstairs bathroom for a cooling shower. On the stairs, between the heat and her haste, she dropped the robe to the floor.

She pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. In front of the commode stood Bill. He had just finished urinating and he was rapidly shaking his cock.

In surprise he turned to her, his hand still holding his prick. Her face, framed by her blonde, cascading hair, and the ripe, nearly naked woman's body, mesmerized him.

Midge was equally mesmerized. The bulbous knob at the end of the limp cock made her completely forget that she was naked, save for a pair of scanty panties.

"I… ah," he stammered, ".. Johns aren't working right over at our place… we called the plumber… I thought…"

Unconsciously he began to move his hand back and forth on his prick. Quickly it grew rigid until the head was throbbing with pent-up passion. He couldn't help it. In all his life he had never seen or been so close to such a beautiful naked body.

Midge couldn't think of anything to reply. "I was going to take a shower," she blurted. "I'm hot." His cock utterly fascinated her, the way it throbbed and bounced in his hand.

"I am too… now," he said, throwing all caution to the winds and pumping harder and harder on his pulsing cock, making it appear to leap at her in the process.

"What are you doing to it?" she asked, her eyes like two glinting silver pieces as she watched his cockhead appear and disappear under the driving foreskin. The head got redder and redder as it grew.

"I'm jacking it… off," he said, his breath coming in short gasps between the words.

All the nights she had sneaked into the room next to her parents and watched them make love she had never had a good look at her father's cock. It had always been buried deeply in her mother's cunt, and the lights, at her father's insistence, were always off or very dim. When she had been able to see it through the bathroom keyhole it had always been limp and tiny.

Bill's long, rigid cock was the exact opposite, and the first hard-on she had ever seen. It excited her, overwhelmed her. She could feel the juices from her virgin pussy squeezing through her cunt lips and sliding, in softly flowing streams, down the insides of her thighs.

"Why are you doing that?" she asked, her hands unconsciously moving across her own body, her fingers plying in her cunt hair and the soft folds of her pussy.

"Because," he said, his voice almost a whisper of sexy huskiness, "looking at you like that turns me on so much. Your body is beautiful, Midge. It's the most beautiful body I've ever seen. I've watched you take sun baths on the back porch when the folks weren't home and then I would run upstairs and fuck Beverly without even taking all her clothes off most of the time."

"Can you do that to me?" she asked.

"What?"

"Fuck me?"

"No," he said, his hand now moving so fast on his throbbing cock that it was almost a blur.

"Why not?" she said, bending a little so she could shove two fingers up her cunt. The juices from her pussy poured out across her fingers and the back of her hand as she shoved into herself.

"Because you're a virgin." The way she was playing with her cunt was driving him crazy.

She was shaking with desire, a desire she had never experienced before, as she watched the red knob of his cockhead dance before her eyes and glisten with drops of semen.

"If you stick it up in me I won't tell anyone," she sighed.

"You really do want me to fuck you; don't you, Midge?" he said, his eyes glazed with lust at her invitation.

"I want your cock inside me," she said, smiling at her own use of language that her father would beat her to death for using.

It was all the invitation he needed. He flung his clothes off in a frenzy of lust. He curled his fingers around the waistband of her panties and shredded them in one violent thrust.

She needed no urging. His crazed eyes and naked body further excited her. She threw herself down on the carpeted floor, spreading and raising her legs in absolute supplication.

Instantly he was on his hands and knees before her. "Oh God, what a cunt. What a beautiful, soft, velvety cunt."

Warm breath blew up into her slit. She felt her pussy lips spreading in delight as warm male hands clutched her thighs, and fingers rubbed her hot skin soothingly. It was her dream come to life and she loved it. She wanted it. She moaned aloud to let him know that anything he did was what she wanted him to do.

His lips closed over her mound, sucking her clitoris to a throbbing, rigid state. His mouth sucked hard. His tongue stabbed and slobbered, and flickered in and out between the pink cuntal folds, framing the slippery slit in her soft, bulging mound.

She grunted in both surprise and ecstasy as his tongue did the work her fingers had so often tried but never fully accomplished. He licked downward through her cunt and over her tightly puckered asshole. Then his tongue was in her anus, hot, like several tiny pokers probing her intimate recesses.

His head and mouth moved back up her body to her breasts and then down across her belly, his tongue kissing her soft flesh all the time. Again he was delving at the opening. Her cunt flowed like a river of hot juices as he slipped his nose, then his tongue, into her slippery pussy.

Midge gasped, and the gasp became a tiny scream. Her eyes rolled wildly, staring at the ceiling and her own toes wriggling in joy high above her. Her head moved back and forth, the blonde hair falling across her face to mask, partially, the intense twisted look of passion came over it.

She was being eaten for the first time in her life and she loved it. Her body was twitching and shaking with the lust and desire of an experienced woman. She could only guess at the supreme joy she would have when finally he would shove his rigid cock far up inside and she could feel its hard head pounding the tender walls of her steaming pussy.

He began lapping away harder at her magnificently developed clitoris. It wiggled and stuck out a bit more, like a tiny tongue that wanted to exchange licks with his. He sucked it and felt warm fluid flow in unrestrained gushes from her channel. He knew she wanted it, knew she was ready, knew she was a woman and could handle his cock as only a real woman could.

He swallowed the juices from her pussy as fast as he could lick them from her cunt, her thighs, her ass, and her belly.

She was shaking, quivering, moaning, just seconds away from a shattering orgasm. He raised up on his knees, bent her legs by the ankles far back over her head, and moved his dripping, bobbing prick within an inch of her gushing cunt.

Even in the quivering, pulsating heat of aroused lust, an arousal that had her squirming and gasping in a semiconscious delirium, she knew what was about to happen to her body. She spread her legs further apart in rapt anticipation.

He nudged the swollen, bulbous glans of his slippery cock in between the softly pulsing lips of her gaping cunt. He saw her eyes flare, her nostrils dilate, her mouth come open. He expected a scream to erupt from her throat as he rammed his big cock balls deep into her velvet, soaking sheath.

Her soft inner surfaces clasped his driving cock all the way, tightly milking its head. He had to force its way through the grasping, moist tightness. He felt a soft fleshy pressure against the swollen head, a moment of resistance, and then a sudden tearing, an exquisite yielding to the pressure of his thrust.

He burst through, accompanied by a warm bath over his shaft as it was swallowed up inside her narrow, virginal slit.

The scream never came.

Instead he saw a smile, warm and knowing, far beyond her years, stretch itself across her face, her white teeth clenched with intensity.

"I love it," she murmured in his ear between those clenched teeth. Her breath came in quick, short gasps as her body started to move in time with his. "I love cock, do you hear me? I LOVE COCK!"

Between the raw passion in her voice and the pounding of her hips she was driving him wild. Her pubic bone pounded against his as his shaft again and again found its way to the very depths of her willing cunt.

Exquisite sensations shot through his slick, impaling shaft. He reveled in the extreme heat and constriction of her cunt, in his total penetration of the long-sheltered hole between her legs.

The yielding flesh of her pussy's soft folds molded easily, with youthful suppleness, flowing around his thick cock as it pulled nearly out and then rammed forward again, all the way into the flowing warmth of her vagina.

He jerked it in and out as fast and as hard as he could, raising himself to look down between their sweating bodies to watch himself fucking her sweet, quivering, cunt. It slid in and out, all wet and shining with her cunt juices and red smears.

Midge's smooth, sweaty belly thrust up and rippled with constant little shudders.

She moaned unceasingly.

"Is it good?" he asked. "Is it good, little girl? 'Cause I'm fucking the shit out of you."

"Yes!" she shouted. "Fucking's wonderful! Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock! FUCK ME!"

Propping himself above her on his hands, he pulled his slippery prick back until her sexy body housed only the flaring crown between the lips of her ripely swollen mound. Then he began moving his hips in slow, gentle circles, teasing her with his cock just inside the opening of the gash between her soft thighs.

She hunched upward with her hips, straining to reach it. Her thirsty cunt tried to grab him back, all the way inside her. But he kept it where it was, just parting the lips of her hairy slit.

Her eyes filled with tears of frustration and she chewed her lip. Her hands slapped the rug and she shoved herself up, pushing her cunt up his cock like a hot, wet tube. It sheathed the smooth warm length of his prick and tried to suck it further in.

Again he withdrew, backing it away from her ever so slightly. It was a game that he had often wanted to try with his own wife, Midge's sister. But he had often failed because Beverly didn't seem to care. If be played around with her cunt instead of getting it over with she would just quit.

Beverly had none of the rampant need or passion that her younger sister seemed to have.

"Damn it, damn it to hell, you cocksucker!" she screamed, a rage in her voice that almost frightened him. "Stop it… stop fucking around. Fuck me! Give me your cock, you fucker! FUCK ME!"

He shoved the long, thick column all the way into her quaking belly, sinking it deep in a blind search for her womb, and her satisfaction.

She sighed out a long breath of pleasure. "Better, that's better. Oh shit, it feels so fucking good. Faster, give it to me, faster!"

Then she was twisting convulsively beneath him, straining to apply action with strong inner muscles, to suck his cock deep up her hot channel and get every inner surface caressed by his hard, stiff cock all at the same time.

The luscious sensuousness of her body jerked as she screwed herself onto his shaft. She threw her hips up to him wildly, slapping his sweaty belly with hers. Her cunt became a slushy, flowing swamp that surrounded and bathed his impaling cock with liquid heat.

The fire of lust that flared up deep inside her wet pussy and hunching, trembling belly were drowned in the sudden rolling waves of her orgasm. She quivered and twitched, juice and cum from her frothing cunt, drowning his cock.

She shrieked as she came, totally and beautifully, for the first time in her life. It was so intense that both her scream and her contorted face seemed to show pain and pleasure all at the same time.

His cock was on fire with the rising swell of fluid coming from his balls. Harder and harder he slammed his body against hers. His pubic hair nestled against hers as the hilt of his shaft pummeled her yielding, writhing body.

At the last second he jerked his painfully throbbing prick out of her juicy silt and sent cum squirting all up over her belly and right up to the fat bases of her bulging tilt In shock, she struggled and slithered away from him. She watched, fascinated, as the milky cream flooded her belly and breasts. Smiling, she took a great gob of it on her finger and licked it. She loved it and she smiled at him to tell him so. She scraped more from her tits and licked it from her fingers.

"Jesus, what a fuck," he said, enraptured by her actions. Midge did things naturally that he had tried to get Beverly to do for years.

She moved back to him and took his cock into her mouth, squeezing the last drops of his cum into her throat.

"I love it. I love cock, and I love fucking," she said, her mouth widening so she could take all of his softening prick into it. "I don't ever want to stop fucking."

Midge had become a woman. And for a woman with her body, her face, and her desires, there was no turning back. It had been good with her brother-in-law, but somehow, not good enough. Something had been lacking. Her first fuck only planted the seed of what was to come.

She yearned to accept the offerings she got from other men and boys. She had a new spring to her step, and a new arch to her body that seemed to throw her enormous tits outward toward anyone and everyone she met. She was, without totally realizing it, flaunting herself and her new sexuality to any and all who would pay attention.

But she continued to fuck only Bill, thinking that he would be the safe one, since he couldn't brag or say anything to anyone about what they were doing. Also she feared that if she spread her body around in such a small town, word would somehow get back to her father, and she feared his wrath and his hand more than anything else in the world.

It was six months later. The following month she missed the second and she became scared. She went to her mother and asked that she be taken for a check-up. But she didn't tell her mother why.

At first she was nervous, scared, and a little embarrassed when she found herself nude from the waist down, and her legs spread wide in front of Doctor Hall. He seemed too young to be a doctor with a wife and two children. Too young and too handsome.