Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  No matter, thanks to the will of God I knew I’d soon be seeing what Jemima had kept hidden from the world. With a smile I gestured to one of the empty seats at my small table and Jemima sat down.

  “Dish it up, would you? I’ll pour the wine.”

  “Could I just have some grape juice, Pastor Luke? I only take wine during your sermons.”

  “Certainly.”

  In my kitchenette I poured two grape juices, there was no point in me having any alcohol anyway, the last thing I wanted to do was dull my senses when I was soon to be treated to the wonderful sights and sensations of Jemima’s body. In one glass I dropped the little pill and watched as it fizzed fiercely and briefly, disappearing entirely into the liquid before returning to the table, setting the special mixture down in front of Jemima, and sitting down in my own chair.

  “We’ll discuss the project after dinner. Until then, enjoy, and a toast! To God’s will!” I raised my glass and clinked it against Jemima’s before we each tucked into the food, hungrily.

  “Tell me, Jemima, have you figured out what college you want to go to?”

  “No. I was thinking of taking a year out to maybe do some volunteer work somewhere, maybe Africa or something, and help spread the word while I’m at it.”

  “Ah, very admirable, lots of souls need saving. What do your family think?”

  “They don’t really seem to care,” Jemima looked somewhat downcast at the thought.

  “And what about your boyfriend?”

  Jemima visibly blushed and took a big gulp of her grape juice as if to hide her face, if only for a moment, finishing the beverage before replying to me.

  “I’ve never had one.”

  “What? A beautiful girl like you?”

  “Nobody at school ever called me beautiful. All they ever did was tease me about my faith. Do you really think I’m pretty?”

  I had faked surprise at her lack of boyfriends, but I hadn’t been lying about her beauty, anybody that didn’t think she was gorgeous was off their rocker.

  “Of course you are, my child, one of the most beautiful girls in the entire town. You mean to tell me that no boy ever asked you out on a date?”

  “Well… there was one boy…”

  “Tell me about him.”

  Jemima was beginning to look a little cloudy in the eyes and seemed to be struggling to find the memory of what had happened. After a while she managed to focus on the events, though she was beginning to slur as if she was drunk, and her inhibitions were dissolving as quickly as the pill had, as I was about to find out.

  “He was really popular at the school, I had a secret crush on him and almost fainted when he asked if I would go to a party with him. He was so nice… showed up at my house with flowers and everything. Then, when we were at the party, he led me off to a quiet room and…”

  “And what, Jemima?” I prompted.

  “And… and he pinned me up against the wall and began kissing me. I didn’t want things to get out of hand because I’m saving myself for marriage, or until God make’s his plans known to me, but at the same time this guy he was… was…”

  “Yes, child? You can tell me.”

  “He was so hot, Pastor Luke. He made me feel… funny. At first they were such romantic kisses, not even any tongue, but then he started kissing harder and harder…”

  Jemima’s head was beginning to slump as she told her story, her speech getting slow and even more difficult to follow.

  “What happened then, dear?”

  “His tongue was in my mouth and I broke off the kiss to tell him to stop… but he didn’t… and before I knew it I was pushing my tongue into his mouth, twirling it around and around. That’s when I felt something pressing into my stomach, he had something hard in his pants. I didn’t know what it was but it made me feel so good. Then he told me to…”

  The teen choir girl was almost completely out by this stage, but I wanted to hear as much of her story as possible.

  “Told me… suck his cock… said I couldn’t… he got angry and left the room… told everybody at the party I was a tease… not a tease… wish he had just pushed me to my… knees… and…”

  Jemima slumped over completely and her breaths came slow and even as she sat there in front of her mostly eaten dinner. I looked down and realised that I had hardly touched mine, enthralled as I was with the teen beauty sitting across from me. Not only that but I was absolutely rock hard from listening to the story of how the choir girl had almost had her virginity reluctantly, but apparently willingly, taken away. Not to worry, that boy’s loss was my gain.

  I stood and was confronted with my second conundrum of the day: how to transport the slumbering teen to my bed. There was no other way around it, I prayed for strength and scooped her up as best I could, relieved that it was actually much easier than I expected. Jemima was no taller than, say, Eve, but Jemima was much heavier up top than the petite blonde.

  I placed the unconscious choir girl on my bed like a trophy, her head resting peacefully on my pillow and her arm dangling off the side. Lowering my weight on to the bed, I sat on the edge and pulled her hand up into my lap, placing her palm on to my stiffness.

  “You see just how pretty you are, Jemima? Look what you’ve done to me.”

  Gently rubbing her hand up and down my cock through my pants, I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her hard and deep, just the way she said the boy had begun to do. My tongue danced upon hers, which remained completely still as I felt her breath rhythmically puff out of her nose on to my cheek. I pulled back from our kiss with a loud and wet smacking sound and scanned the full length of my prize.

  Reluctantly, I let go of Jemima’s hand and it fell slack in my lap. I would need both of mine to disrobe this sleeping beauty, whose large breasts swelled upwards under the conservative top she was wearing. I couldn’t see any buttons , zips or anything on the shirt so worked it upwards, revealing the pale milky skin of her taut teen midriff.

  I was eager to see her naked but couldn’t resist pausing to lightly brush my lips across her navel, kiss it and circle my tongue around her belly button. Her skin was so warm to the touch and my heart began beating even faster with the thought of her entire body pressed up against mine, naked and sweaty with the strain of our fucking.

  I worked the shirt upwards and finally revealed Jemima’s breasts, encased in a bra that held the soft and youthful flesh close and high on her chest, the two inner curves almost touching, hinting at the cleavage she would be capable of with a different bra… or a pair of hands such as I possessed. I cupped both of her tits and pushed them together, closing that small distance between them and squashing them against each other.

  The sight of this virgin choir girl having her tits played with for the first time while she slept unaware was incredibly hot and I kneaded the heavy mounds over and over again. Finally, to my mild surprise and extreme delight, Jemima’s bra worked itself undone from my manipulations, a clasp at the front that I hadn’t even noticed unhooking and then springing apart as I let her breasts go.

  The cups of her bra still covered most of her tits, so I delicately gripped each half of the unhooked clasp and lifted them up and outwards until they were laid bare before me. Each one was perky with youth, enticed the eye with their womanly curves and was topped with a dark pink nipple like a cherry on a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

  What a waste that this was the first time her naked tits had been looked upon with lust by a man. I sucked the nipple nearest to me into my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth across it until it grew stiff, before repeating the process with the other. I slowly raised my head, still sucking, and watched as her breast tented with the pulling of my eager lips before her nipple finally escaped and her fleshy teen mound sprang back into shape.

  I sat up and looked down at Jemima with her shirt bunched up over her breasts and under her armpits. The cups of her bra laid useless to either side, having given up their treasures to God’s will and my pleasure, he
r nipples pointed straight up as if giving thanks to the Lord for this opportunity for Jemima to fulfil her role in His plan.

  Her shirt couldn’t be raised any further until I lifted her arms up, and then I was able to pull it over her head. I was about to pull it completely off, but stopped when it was bunched up around her elbows. She looked so sexy with the garment there, as if she had her arms tied up for restraint, that I decided the shirt didn’t need to come completely off.

  The position of her arms seemed to make her breasts jut upwards even more. They looked truly magnificent on her otherwise petite frame that if I didn’t know any better I would have thought she had been artificially enhanced, such size and symmetry were rarely given purely from God’s good graces.

  Next I turned my attention to her long skirt. I was so eager to plough her fertile fields that I wanted to just lift it up and fuck the ever-loving bejesus out of the passed out teen, but there was just too much material, it would never bunch up comfortably, as Eve’s dress had done. After a brief search, I found a zip on the side and pulled it downwards.

  Inch after inch of Jemima’s unexplored, porcelain thigh was exposed as I unzipped one of the last remaining, ineffective, defenders of her virginity. The zip reached the end of its track about halfway down her upper leg and the waist was now loose enough to be pulled downwards. I grasped the very bottom of the skirt and, by tugging at first one side and then the other, I managed to work it down her legs until it reached her knees and slid completely off.

  Now on my bed, just as God intended, was a passed out teen virgin with her tits exposed. The only clothes still completely on were her pure white panties. My cock strained at my pants as I looked down at the beautiful red-head and I slowly disrobed while drinking in this vision of loveliness.

  At last, completely naked with my hard dick sticking straight up like it wanted to ask a question, I climbed back on to the bed and pushed Jemima’s legs apart with my knees as I hovered over her. When her thighs were spread, I lowered my body on to hers and let out a quiet groan of appreciation as her tits squashed against my chest.

  Without looking, I reached down and slipped a finger up the leg hole of Jemima’s panties, pulling the elastic out so I could slide my cock under the thin material and then let go. The tight underwear held my cock against the unconscious choir girl’s warm body, nestling in her sparse patch of pubic hair, which I was sure would match the colour of hair on her head.

  I lowered my lips to hers and resumed kissing the passive teen as I began to gently grind against her pubic mound, her tits providing a wonderful cushion for my upper body while I rocked against her. It wasn’t long before the humping motions caused my cock to slip out of the top of her panties, leaking pre-cum all over her navel. I swore it was probably pooling in her belly button, the slickness between us was so great.

  I kissed Jemima as deeply as I could, forcing her mouth wide open and thrusting my tongue against hers. At the same time, I reached up with one hand and played with one of her massive tits, squeezing it, pinching her still-hard nipple and cupping as much of its vast expanse as I could.

  I was absolutely wild with lust for her. I needed to feel the release of erupting a torrent of creamy, impregnating, semen deep inside her fertile virgin slit, to know the joy of doing God’s work again. First, though, I thought God wouldn’t mind if I took some pleasure for myself, as long as my sperm weren’t wasted. I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock and, God willing, her throat too if she could take it.

  Reluctantly removing my hand from her incredible breast, I pulled at each side of the pillow her head was resting on until I had managed to work it under her shoulders. This caused her head to loll back and opened her mouth wide, as I had hoped.

  With the speed of a man half my age, I moved until I was in what the kids call the ’69 position’ over the sleeping choir girl, my hard cock pointing straight at her open mouth as my own head hovered over her still panty-clad virgin pussy. I carefully thrust my hips forward until I felt first her warm breath on my pre-cum slickened cock head and then her velvet-soft lips on the top and bottom.

  I pushed forward even more until I felt my tip touch Jemima’s tongue, and the edges of my mouth curled upwards in a smile as I gave the inexperienced girl her first taste of a man. Wonderful as the feeling of her mouth all around me was, I needed more, and kept pushing until I felt the head hit the back of her throat, a barrier of seemingly impenetrable tightness.

  Jemima’s throat had obviously never known a cock, it was as virginal as her pussy was, and the concept of taking a big shaft in her mouth all the way to the base was completely foreign to the innocent little girl. The strange feelings I was inflicting on her must have seeped through her drug-hazed mind because I could feel the weakest of struggles coming from the sleeping teen, her arms moved against the restraint of her top and her head shook feebly from side to side before she gave up and slipped back into the deepest of slumbers.

  I rocked my hips back and forth, each time my cock came up against the back of her throat with a squelching sound until, with a sustained push, I felt the fat head of my rod pop into her throat, into an area Jemima never would have dreamed she’d allow a man to go. I advanced my cock with my eyes shut in pure bliss, feeling the passed out teenager’s lips sliding inevitably towards my balls until I felt them resting on her nose.

  My eyelids parted to the sight of Jemima’s white panties right in front of me and I carefully balanced my weight as I remained entirely embedded in her mouth so that I could push her last remaining piece of clothing away from her virgin slit. As her panties retreated, I saw that I had been right about her pubic hair, it matched the hue of her fine red locks and had even been trimmed into a neat little line.

  I paused to wonder why Jemima, a girl who had intended to keep her pussy off limits for the foreseeable future, had spent such time making it so neat and tidy. It was downright beautiful. Then I remembered that Jemima also did a lot of swimming, and supposed that swimmers did need to keep themselves well-trimmed with the way swimsuits were made these days.

  Jemima’s soft line of pubic hair ended abruptly where the folds of her sex began, leaving the entrance to her pussy as smooth as silk and enticingly pink in the light of my study. With great reluctance, I pulled my hips back to retract my cock into the sleeping girl’s mouth so she could breathe and lowered my mouth to her beautiful petals, delving my tongue between them to taste her nectar.

  It was wonderful to know I was sampling a pussy that Jemima, with God’s help of course, had kept untouched by man. Her unused pussy tasted wonderful and I was soon lapping at her clit with relish. I was so enthralled in her unused sex that I almost managed to forget that my cock was still in her mouth until she let out a lusty moan around it and the vibrations of her voice almost sent me right over the edge there and then.

  I withdrew my tongue from her most carefully defended area and prayed for the strength to hold back from orgasm, for the strength to do God’s work and make this little girl pregnant. Jemima didn’t make any more sounds and my prayers were answered, for the time being.

  Sweet Jemima, so pure, so pious. I decided that the time had come to roughly deflower the innocent teen in the name of the Lord, to impregnate her as was His will. I moved back between her legs, discarding her panties, which had bunched up around her ankles and laid on top of her again.

  She looked so peaceful lying there, but when I gripped the shaft of my cock and nudged her tender pussy lips to each side, some virginal instinct was roused and I saw her brow furrow in confusion and worry. The look of discomfort intensified when I pushed forwards, her teeth clenching.

  Her outer labia had almost encompassed the head of my cock when I felt the evidence of her virginity barring my way. Jemima’s mouth was open in disbelief, I could only imagine what she was dreaming about. I watched her face as I pushed my cock forward with a sharp motion, wanting to remember forever the very moment her pussy was claimed.

  Jemima let out a sharp ye
lp and briefly struggled, but with her arms effectively tied she didn’t get anywhere, just gyrated against me for a moment, only serving to push my cock deeper into her fresh pussy. As I slowly advanced, the sleeping teen settled down. By the time my balls came to a gentle halt on her ass she was entirely still again, the peaceful look back on her face as if she’d just realised she was doing God’s work.

  The grip of her little pussy was almost indescribably wonderful, I was so thankful that the Lord had sent me another beautiful virgin to keep warm with on an otherwise lonely night. I lowered my upper body on to hers, feeling the now-familiar sensation of her ample tits squashing against me. With one arm around her shoulders and the other around her tiny waist to hold our bodies together no matter how hard I fucked her, I began sawing my cock in and out of her tight tunnel.

  Jemima sucked air in through her teeth, happy about doing God’s work or not I was building up speed and power that you generally don’t inflict upon virgins. When they’re awake at least. Time and again our bodies slapped together and I felt her breasts shake against me with the impact. I looked down to see them wobbling every time I slammed home inside her, then back to her pretty face.

  As I continued jack hammering into the passed out girl I saw a wonderful transformation take place, from the pained expression of a hard-fucked-virgin she transitioned to a glowing sex goddess. When I saw her brow furrow again, this time in joyous surprise, and felt her pussy convulsing around my ever-thrusting cock, I was unable to contain myself any longer. To do so purely for my own pleasure may have been an affront to God anyway.

  With a breathy sigh of thanks to the Lord I unleashed a huge army of little swimmers into the little virgin sacrifice, filling her up with a hot and creamy gush of impregnating semen as we were both lost in the ecstasy of our own climaxes. Her tight little pussy was awash with my sperm and I continued to thrust in and out of her as spurt after spurt corresponded with tingles of pleasure that chorused all over my body.