In a motel room just outside of Columbus Ohio, David Molven relaxed, stretching out on the bed. In the closet hung his disguise, the one he used to great effect. It was the long flowing robes of a preacher, and it had taken him to many small towns, where the simple, god-fearing country folk lived. To them, he had been Preacher Dan. They were easily led, with it being 1932, all you had to do was be commanding, carry a Bible, recite easily remembered Biblical scripture, hold a fire and brimstone sermon on a Sunday, and they believed. It was a great place to slip in, like the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing. The last small town had been very rewarding.
He always enjoyed taking his followers down to the river and baptizing his flock. Especially the teen girls, he had baptized many young, nubile teen girls in the flowing water. They were baptized alright, in front of the townspeople, but being baptized in the flowing waters of the river was merely a pretense. The easily led townspeople believed him to be a prophet and eagerly handed over their daughters for his religious guidance.
They were guided alright, right out of their clothes and into his bed. It was the guidance that came after, in private, when he baptized their virgin womanhood with his hot sperm, that made the masquerade worthwhile. Of all the young teens that he had taken into womanhood, every one of them had been a virgin. After giving them his private baptisms, not one of them was still as pure and innocent as their parents believed them to be.
Using his magnetism, his commanding voice, and his good looks, he convinced the teens that he was indeed a holy prophet, and the blessings of God would be bestowed upon those who followed his command. Being simple country folk, the teens had never questioned his authority, even when he commanded them to strip naked and spread their legs for him. The sounds that they’d make as he violated them, his penis breaking open their precious virginity, burying deep and getting into a fuck rhythm, the tight gripping cling as their virgin womanhood was plundered by his hardness was amazing. Some of the teens bore the discomfort as best they could, while other teens became eager, liking the feeling of being ridden, and he’d heard the pants, cries, and moans of pleasure as their tight little holes were stretched out, the sounds were like music to his ears, bringing him to a grunting orgasm, he’d make a cross sign in front of their faces, blessing them as he anointed their wombs with his hot seed.
The last one, Becky Wilson had been the best. She was 18, blonde-haired and green eyes, had a large, firm chest, a corn fed, solid country body so ripe for the plucking. During the river baptizing, she had worn a long cloth robe, when it was sodden with the river water, it had clung to her body. He knew that she would be the crowning touch for this small town. When he had gotten her in private, stripped and ready for action, she did not question what he was about to do.
Once she was naked and laying back for him, he slid between her legs, making the sigh of the cross and quoting some biblical scripture as he rubbed his swollen penis against her clitoris. He saw her eyes open wide, a soft moan of pleasure sounded as Becky felt the ecstasy of being stimulated in that way filled her. He pulled her closer to him so that his manhood was rubbing against her folds. Little whimpers escaped her lips as he slowly moved his hips up and down, rubbing himself against her just before he positioned his hardness.
“Look at me, Becky.”
Becky’s emerald green eyes looked up into his. Her lips quivered and her body shook with anticipation and apprehension.
“Bless this girl oh Lord, let your blessings flow through my body into Becky.”
He worked the head of his penis into her. She could feel herself being opened for the first time, stretching around his manhood. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t. He was Preacher Dan, and she believed that his words and actions came down from God himself. She gritted her teeth, as he pushed in even further. She felt him reach her tight unbroken virginity, shutting her eyes and bracing herself, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. With a final hard motion, Preacher Dan pushed in hard, her maidenhead was ruptured, she let out a pained cry as she felt her virginity burst apart as his manhood broke through.
“Bless this young lady oh Lord, Becky, just a bit of pain, then you’re a woman, Praise God.”
The feel of Becky’s tight teen virginity around his penis was superb, he grabbed her behind her knees, pushing her legs up against her chest then gave a final hard inward thrust. His hardness surged in past her torn hymen, Becky let out another pained cry as he completed her deflowering, his balls smacking against her ass as he bottomed out. She was letting out little gasps as he started to slide in and out, slowly, giving her an opportunity to warm up.
Becky’s hands had been gripping the sheets, but as she adjusted, her arms came around him and she hung onto him. The hard filling of his manhood was keeping her tight walls apart, after the first few abrasive thrusts, she felt a building glow of pleasure spreading through her womanhood that was quickly replacing the pain of her deflowering. His manhood started to glide in and out of her as her juices started to flow. Becky was starting to feel pleasure unmatched, her tight womanhood stretching to take his manhood, the pain had completely subsided as he thrust into her over and over again. It was what he said, the blessings of the lord were flowing into her through him.
“Preacher Dan, Ummm, I can feel the blessings, oh yes.”
He pumped his penis hungrily into her, quickening his pace when it was clear she had gotten over the pain. Just like all the other virgins he had taken, Becky’s walls were tight around his shaft, her juices splashed against his penis, urging him on to pick up the pace. He went faster, making her big luscious breasts jiggle and shake up and down, side to side as he gave her no longer virgin tunnel its first fuck. Her short, ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’ cries filled the room and mingled with his own lust grunts and moans of pleasure. He brought her legs around his waist, she instinctively hooked her ankles together and held on tight as he really powered his rampant hardness into her accepting pink hole, sliding into her with everything he had. He lowered his head, kissing her breasts and sucking her hard nipples, then taking her mouth, their tongues coming together and swirling about.
Becky broke the kiss, gasping out, “Preacher Dan, yes, oh yes, bless me, oh Lord, fill me, fill me Lord, GAWWWWWW!”
She shrieked, feeling her buttocks tighten up involuntarily, her womanhood shaking with wild flutterings around his manhood, and she was cumming, her body spasmed against him and she could feel her womanhood pulsing around his manhood, eager for the final blessing.
He grunted, “Bless you, Becky, receive the Lord’s anointing,” his penis jerked, swelling up tight to a steely full extension. He heard her grunt as he wedged open her cervix, the rush of orgasm and he went off, exploding and squirting wildly.
Becky let out a satisfied sigh, marked by his holy juice, baptized by his hot white cream, oh yes, she could feel the hot trickles of his cum filling her so deeply, proof of the blessings of the Lord. Preacher Dan’s instrument of the Lord continued to pump his juices into her, her womanhood responding in kind, eagerly sucking at him, as he poured a flood of spunk deep into her womb.
“Preacher Dan, I’m all ready for another blessing.”
Becky stepped out of the bathroom where she had been taking a shower. She had a towel wrapped around her, outlining her curvy breeding body, David could feel his penis coming alive. He had convinced her simple parents that God had ordained a path for her by his side, a path that would lead to the promised land, not only for her but for her family for giving their daughter to him to serve the Lord.
She smiled at him as she let the towel drop from her body, her nudity getting his manhood ready. Becky could see the Lord’s holy instrument responding, it was true, Preacher Dan was ready to administer more of the Lord’s blessings.
It was only a short time before they were very quickly in bed, and their bodies came together, fucking wildly. Becky was sure that the feelings that were shooting through her again were the Lord’s blessings, otherwise, why would they feel so good?
David rode her, she was serving alright, not the Lord, but his own sexually charged needs. His rampant penis plundered her tight pink folds, their mingled cries and sounds of pleasure filled the room, she was perfect. No doubt she would soon become pregnant, but with her malleable mind, she would easily be convinced that her pregnancy was a sign from God, that he was working through Dan to bring forth another child of God, and she was the one who had the honor of being the vessel for his holy child. Her simple mind would easily accept that, and the god-fearing folk of the small towns still to be visited would believe it.
He went faster, really driving into her with the pent up force of his lust-driven needs. Below him, Becky was writhing and squirming around, her cries of pleasure coming faster and faster. He felt his manhood building up for another explosion.
Becky was feeling those wild surges of pleasure, she felt the Lord preparing her to accept another rush of blessing through Preacher Dan’s instrument of pleasure. It only took a few moments before she was crying out in orgasm, his grunts of climax joining in as the Lord baptized her womb with Preacher’s Dan’s hot sperm.
Lying sprawled out afterward, Preacher Dan smiled. Nothing like religion to serve his own non-religious lusts. He looked over, saw Becky’s very contented face, taking in the sexy shape of her body under the blankets. His lust quickly returned, and Becky was happy to welcome him between her thighs again. The room quickly filled again with the sounds of hot lust, cries, and moans of pleasure, and the wet juicy squelch of Becky’s womanhood as Preacher Dan’s manhood pounded her pink, juicy hole. Becky felt the rush of blessing again, she climaxed with him as he erupted, another load of his special baptismal fluid anointing her fertile womb.
Yes indeed, life was good for David. So many small towns, so many simple country folk, so many nubile teens to baptize. And with Becky at his side, extolling his virtues, even the most skeptical people would believe. He grinned, Becky was going to be useful, in more than just the physical sense.