“Of course it is so, my child. If you really think it will help, then by all means do raise your clothing and let me see this thing you do with your fingers inside your little cunny slit.”
Standing shyly before the man, Faith began to lift her gown so that he was able to see much of the maturing legs and thighs. Sneaking glances at him, she saw that he was already getting hot and knew she would be able to push him as far as she wanted, far enough to feel his hard cock probing hungrily between her thighs.
Without warning, she pulled her skirts right over her head and tossed them aside to stand nude before him. When she heard his gasp of surprise, she feared that she may have gone too far and that it was time to rectify the situation.
“Forgive me sir, if I appear bold. I'm really not. It's just that when I play with my cunny in the manner I have mentioned, I am always naked. It seems only right that I should be the same while attempting to describe this to you. Does my nudity offend you?”
“Not at all, my child,” his voice creaked a little. “You are a very attractive girl and the body is a thing of beauty. After all, it was fashioned by God and that being the case, it cannot of itself be wrong, can it?”
“Indeed sir, you are so wise. Shall I now show you how I do this sinful thing to myself when the feeling of desire sweeps over my girlish body?”
“Yes, my sweet child. You do that and I shall make every effort to understand and assist you in any manner I can.”
Sitting on the edge of the chair then, Faith parted her thighs wide so that, as she leaned back, not only her cunny, but also a goodly portion of her bum cheeks also showed clearly to the man who slid lower in his chair to enjoy a clearer view of her charms.
Hooking her legs over the arms of the chair, she sat well back and, reaching into her crotch, parted the labia so that the perspiring man could see the warm interior of her twat.
“Tell me, sire, do I look too foolish sitting in such a manner?” she asked with a sincerity that was impressive.
“Not at all, my dear girl. You are becoming a woman now and it is not strange that you should be aware of all the strange feelings which take possession of you inside a warm little thing which you cannot yet truly understand.”
Continuing to finger her steaming hot quim, Faith began to give a performance that was unmatched surely, since the days when the great Burbidge played the works of the bard of Avon. From moment to moment, she switched from little girl to wanton woman until the man sitting just a few inches from her parted thighs feared he was going to fire his stream of sperm into the front of his trousers.
Using language which, under different circumstances, would have inspired the minister to deliver a ringing sermon, Faith described as best she could all the burning sensations of desire and lust to which she could lay her tongue.
All the while, the man encouraged her to continue with her recital of lust and desire. He had long since stopped trying to hide the throbbing lump in his trousers caused by his erect penis straining to reach what the sweet girl was showing to him.
Then, just when he reached the point where it was out of the question to resist the charms of the naked young woman, she moved from the chair and dropped to her knees before him, her arms resting on his parted thighs.
“Please, reverend,” she gasped, “I hope this will not sound too terrible, but perhaps if I could once see what it is that a man has between his legs I would no longer be troubled by such terrible dreams. Please allow me to see what it is through which the male pees.”
Without waiting for his reply, Faith began to unfasten the front of his pants. Straining to contain his liquid shot within the confines of his cock and balls, the man breathed deeply and noisily until she had reached inside and brought out the magnificent weapon which throbbed as a strong, hard thing in her soft hands.
“Oh sire, it is so lovely that I feel I really must kiss it in tribute. Would that be a terribly sinful thing to do?”
“No my child,” he gasped weakly. “After all, we are attempting to gain an understanding of many things and so it must be the right thing to do. Take it right into your mouth.”
He was magnificently endowed with a tool that stood much longer and stiffer than her father's.
“Oh, how very big and strong it is,” she exclaimed. She held it in both of her pretty hands. He groaned.
“It's so big and beautiful and delicious looking,” she purred.
So saying, she lowered her head and opened her mouth to find the throbbing, velvet head of his big cock. Her lips opened to the full and she forced it between her lips much the way she would introduce such a weapon between the lips of her cunny in preparation for a glorious fuck.
She sucked slowly, wetly, then pulled her lips away and looked up at his flushed face.
“This is all so nice and new to me,” she smiled.
“You must learn. You must experience many things as you grow up in this world,” he said, making a mockery of his pious sounding words with the tortured expression on his face.
She smiled, winked at him outrageously, and then her mouth moved down toward the knob of his prick once more. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue.
“Do you mind if I do that?” she asked, pretending shyness.
His large weapon again slid into her hot, clinging mouth. It buried itself there.
Within seconds, her experienced hands felt the measure of the throbbing increase of his balls until she knew that he was ready to shoot his cream into her mouth.
Hiding her head, she sucked with greater vigor and felt the first spurt of liquid hitting deep in the back of her mouth. She gurgled with pleasure. He grunted.
Turning a little, she kept sucking and guided the thick, rich streams into her throat where they lined the passage with a warm, rich tasting sheen.
She had released his spent cock from her wet, sucking lips.
“Please, sir, assure me that I have not done wrong to you in drawing such precious fluid from your lovely big cock.”
“What, what?” he said, stunned.
“Have I hurt you by sucking all the cream from your cock?”
Amazed at her command of the terminology of sex, the minister tried to assure her that she was merely searching for knowledge and that such an act could never be amiss under the circumstances.
“Tell me, my dear,” he said in a quivering voice. “Are you still a virgin? I mean… have you ever taken the cock of a male… a man into your sweet little cunny?”
“I know not how to answer that question, sire,” she answered.
As she did so, she was probing with her tongue in her mouth for the last few precious drops of his cream. She loved the taste of it.
“Well, my pet, are you a virgin? Has the cock of a male entered your sweet pussy?”
“Well, sire, in times of great stress I have introduced a long candle deep into my slit.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed.
“Never, though, has any man ever shoved his cock into this hole. Does that mean that I am still a virgin?”
“Well, you see it's this way my dear…”
She had begun to toy with his spent cock. She felt his balls and they seemed to her to still be full of plenty of cream.
“Well, my dear,” he continued, “such things are difficult to answer in a simple way.”
“But why should they be, sire?” she asked, her fingers playing with his limp cock and swollen balls.
“You s«e, my dear, sometimes simple answers are not easy to give.”
“I do not understand.”
“Tell me, my dear, how did you feel when that candle was pushing deep into your slit?”
“Must I tell you?” she said coyly.
“Yes. Did you feel it was a pleasant thing? Did it cause you to squirm with a feeling of pleasure?”
“I must confess, good sire, that I really did find during the act a feeling of pleasure that must have been a sinful thing.”
“True, my child.”
“Oh, it's sinful!”