During the last class of the day, a runner had brought a note to her classroom. She nervously unfolded it. It was a phone message. Reverend
Stevens, the Senior Minister of her church, had called and asked her to stop by his office after school. Becky's heart leaped to her throat! Had Rev.
Stevens found out something? Were her parents going to be there when she got to his office? Maybe the police will be there.
Becky made herself sick imagining the worst case scenario during her last class. With a heavy and terrified heart, she made her way to the church building. She quietly made her way to Rev. Stevens office. The building was quiet. She knocked on his office door.
The door opened and Reverend Stevens smiled at her. "Hello Becky, I'm so glad you were able to stop by. Come on in!"
Becky had only been in this office once before, when she and her family joined the church and had been officially welcomed. It was a very nice, large office, with thick carpeting and recessed lighting. Instead of setting at his desk, Rev. Stevens took Becky's hand and led her over to a beautiful couch. He sat down beside her, and took her hands in his.
"Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something that is very private. And before you say anything, I want you to know that NOTHING you say will leave this room. Do you understand?" Rev. Stevens was really old, maybe 40 or even older, but he had a nice smile. Hearing him say that he wouldn't tell anyone anything made her feel soooo much better. She smiled shyly at him, her huge green eyes looking into his wise brown eyes.
"Becky, when Tom was killed…well, in light of his activities, I felt I needed to find out as much as possible. Now, normally whenever anyone visits with my staff, Darlene our receptionist, logs who it was and who they were seeing. I checked the logs and during the weeks leading up to Tom's death, you came to see him quite often. Almost every other day. Can you tell me why you saw him so often?"
Rev. Stevens was smiling gently, and Becky really wanted to confess to him.
But she was so afraid. Lowering her head, she shook her head "no", then whispered, "I-I just had to…to talk about stuff with him," she whispered, her face reddening as she lied to the Reverend.
"Becky…I happen to know that more went on between you besides…talking"
Rev Stevens said to her, not unkindly. "For instance, would you like to tell me what happened in the crash room?"
Becky looked at Rev Stevens, her eyes wide open in shock. How did he know???? Her mind was racing. What did he know? Could she lie her way out of this?
Her face was pale as she stared at the older man. Whispering, she said
"H-How did you k-know?"
Smiling, he said "I have my sources, Becky. Now, I'm aware that you had a sexual encounter with Rev. Gee, and…and with our deceased janitor!"
Becky was dizzy. He knew it! Somehow Rev. Stevens knew what had happened.
"Becky, I just want to hear your side of the story. Again, what you tell me will be a secret. It won't leave this room."
Tears formed in Becky's eyes, and Rev. Stevens tenderly pulled her into his arms as she sobbed for several minutes. And then, in a halting voice, she began telling how Tom had found her diary and blackmailed her with it. She didn't tell Rev Stevens what she had written, only that it was very private.
She told Rev Stevens how Tom had taken her to the crash room and confronted her, threatening to tell her parents about her diary. Without anyone to challenge her, she told Rev Stevens that he had told her he'd ruin her if she didn't give in to his demands. She embellished her resistance, telling him she struggled against him, telling him "no", but that he was too strong.
She told him how Tom had undressed her and then began "having sex" with her.
As she remembered the experience, she felt her nipples swelling and a moistness growing between her legs. Rev Stevens had his arms around her as she told the story, and she enjoyed his strength even as she recognized that she was turning herself on.
She said that Tom had "cum inside my body", and that she had gratefully thought he was done with her when Rick had entered the crash room and had
"penetrated me and started fucking me for a really long time". Becky wasn't even aware that her language had gradually become more graphic and erotic.
Neither had she realized that she was slowly squirming, rubbing her thighs together as she continued her story.
She told how Tom had "used my mouth, making me suck and lick his cock until he came. And then he made me Swallow it!!!" Becky's body felt so hot, she longed to touch herself. It was then that she happened to glance down, and she saw that under Rev. Stevens slacks there was an absolutely HUGE swollen prick. She looked into his face and saw that his eyes were closed as he listened to her.
Becky continued her story, but her eyes were on that gigantic throbbing mass in Rev. Stevens pants. She began using more graphic language as she described how Tom had made her come to his office every other day. She described in detail how he had fingered her, licked her little pussy to many orgasms and then had fucked her on his office floor, on his desk, and how he had bent her over his chair and fucked her from behind. She described in vivid detail how he had always stripped her naked, how he would make her kneel on the floor and look up into his eyes while he fucked her mouth.
There was no mistaking Becky's arousal as she rubbed her legs together while looking at the Rev. Stevens throbbing prick under his pants.
"And Rev. Stevens, he'd shoot his cum into my mouth. He'd make me SWALLOW it all down while I Iooked at him with his cock bucking in my mouth. Sometimes
I just couldn't swallow it all and it would run down my chin…But Rev.
Stevens, you know what the very worst part of it is?"
Becky reached out and turned Rev. Stevens face towards hers. He opened his eyes, and looked into the most luminous beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.
"I just gotta confess, Rev Stevens. You promise you won't tell anyone, and that you won't think bad of me?" Becky whispered to the sexy older man.
He just nodded his head as he stared into her face.
Whispering, she said "The worst part is that…that I miss it. I know that Rev. Gee was a bad man, and that he did bad things to people. But, sometimes I remember the things he did to me…and, Rev Stevens, I miss those things. D-Do you think I'm a bad girl, Rev. Stevens?"
His voice husky and hoarse sounding, Rev. Stevens said, "Oh Becky, no I don't think you're a bad girl. You see, certain…uhhhh…urges are normal for people."
Becky smiled at the older man. "Oh, I'm so glad you don't think I'm horrible!"
He smiled back, "No, sweetheart, I don't think you're horrible. In fact, I think you are…very special indeed. And very beautiful!"
"Rev. Stevens, do you think its awful of me to think about having a man undress me, strip me naked and…and do things to me? Nasty things? Am I awful for thinking about that?" Becky whispered to the older man.
He was trembling as he looked at her. He was an intelligent man, and he realized that he had approached a certain line. If he stepped past it, he would endanger everything he'd worked for. But he also would taste the ripest, most forbidden fruit available.
Sighing, then smiling, he looked into Becky's eyes and said "No, you're not awful for thinking about those things Becky. I think that any man in his right mind would want to undress you. To undress you and touch you and do many, many things to you!"
Becky was overjoyed! "Rev. Stevens, you mean nasty things?"
The older man smiled and nodded his head.
"Tell me" Becky said, as she moved closer to the man, her eyes now only inches from his. "Tell me what kind of nasty things!"