Chapter Three Counseling Mary Sue

David pulled his car up to the curb in front of the small, frame house. It was newly painted and everything about the house and yard were immaculately kept. Even down to the little white picket fence that surrounded it.

Was it the work of Mary Sue, or her young husband, Frank, he wondered pushing the car door open and stepping out into the warm, morning sunlight. Mary Sue had called him last night stating that she needed to talk to him. She was struggling with her new marriage and wondered if he could give her a little marriage counseling. David had been only too glad to oblige her.

He had known Mary Sue ever since she was a child. Not that she was much more than that now. She had grown up in their little congregation, and he had always wished she was the daughter he'd never had. She had blossomed from a skinny, little tomboy into a beautiful young woman right before his eyes. David had always been drawn to her, and even felt a little jealous toward her, but hadn't acted on those sick impulses. Not the thing a reverend should be thinking, he admonished himself. And not the thing a forty-eight year old man should be thinking about an eighteen-year-old girl.

As David had grown older, he had found himself being more attracted to young women and the younger, the better. But chasing after young women wasn't the thing a married reverend who had a loving wife at home should be doing. And not thinking such lewd thoughts about a parishioner who was married herself.

He still loved his wife, Nadine. But he had found himself growing less and less physically attracted to her. Not that Nadine was all that bad, she was just getting older and he found himself growing more and more distant from her.

Stepping across the porch, he rapped on the door and waited.

The door opened quickly and he found himself face to face with pretty Mary Sue Brackins.

"Reverend Dawkins, come in.come in," she said, a sad, little smile playing across her full, pouty lips. "I'm so glad you could come over."

"I'm glad I can be of service," he smiled back at her as she stepped aside to let him in.

He stepped around her and turned to watch her close the door behind him. Her choice of dress surprised him somewhat. She was wearing a crisp, white blouse that did little to hide her pert, jutting breasts. And the little, red shorts she was wearing only added emphasis to the swell of her perfect, round butt, leaving her long, shapely legs bare above the sexy, little leather sandals she wore.

Yes, she was a beautiful, young lady, he told himself as she turned to face him.

"Coffee?" she asked him, stepping across the room toward the kitchen.

"Yes! That would be fine," he mumbled, his eyes following the seductive roll of her hips and sway of her cute, little ass as she walked.

"Have a seat on the couch," she said, offhandedly motioning toward the couch as she swished out into the kitchen. "I'll be right back."

Wondering what her problem was, David looked around the room and saw that it was spotlessly clean. Mary Sue seemed to be quite the little homemaker, he told himself easing down onto the couch.

Then he saw her come walking back out of the kitchen carrying a tray. He couldn't keep his eyes off the bobble of her breasts as she stepped across the room toward him. Seeing him admiring her breasts, she frowned, but gave him a timid little smile and set the tray down on the coffee table.

"Sugar? Cream?" she asked, handing him a cup of coffee.

"No, thank you," he told her, taking a sip of coffee and then setting the cup on the coffee table. "Now what seems to be your concern?"

"Well," she said, sitting down and crossing her long, shapely legs as she took a sip of her coffee and set her cup down beside his. "I think that Frank.Frank might be seeing another.another woman."

"What? What do you mean?" he muttered, not believing what he was hearing. "Why you've only been married.let's see.five months, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right," Mary Sue said, a single, big tear trickling down her smooth, perfect cheek.

"What? What makes you think that he is.he's having an affair?" he asked, reaching over and taking her hand between his hands and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"He.he doesn't want.doesn't want me like he did before." she sniffed, wiping away the tear with her other hand.

"What? What do you mean?" David asked, looking deep into her teary eyes and wondering if she meant what he thought she meant.

"When we got married," she said, her voice shaky as she fought back the tears, "it was two, three times a day.but now.now it's only two, three times a week. So I think.I think that he is.is seeing someone else."

Poor boy, David sarcastically thought. She's probably worn him out!

"I just don't feel like a woman any more," she told him. "I feel like a such a failure. Why I can't even make my husband want me anymore."

"No! No! Don't think that," David said to her, giving her hand another squeeze. "You're a woman! A beautiful, alluring woman! A woman any man would want."

"You really think so?" she sniffed.

"Yes.I know so," he said softly, gently lifting her hand and bringing it over into his lap. "Any man."

As he spoke, he pressed her hand down onto his pants, rubbing it up against his rock-hard penis.

"Oh." she murmured, looking down at her hand as it rested pressed against the big bulge jutting out against the front of his pants. "Even you, Reverend?"

David felt like such a cad taking advantage of the troubled young woman. But he'd found over his years of counseling, if he gave a woman a little praise and sympathy, they were like putty in his hands. And he doubted that Mary Sue would be an exception to that rule.

"Can't you see what effect you have on me." he mumbled, easing his hands away from her hand and lifting them up to the top button on her blouse. "And I can't for the life of me understand why Frank is ignoring your needs. You're so beautiful! Such a beautiful, young woman."

"You.you really think so?" she asked him, giving his cock a timid, little squeeze as his fingers pushed the little button on her blouse through its buttonhole.

"I don't think so-I know so," he whispered, unbuttoning the second button as she gave his peter another tentative squeeze. "And if Frank won't give you the attention you need.and deserve.I will.if you want!"

"So hard." she murmured, looking down into his lap as her fingers lifted up to the tab of his zipper.

Then David felt her fingertips tickle down the front of his pants as she slowly pulled the zipper down. As she did, David unbuttoned the last button on her blouse and expectantly spread it open.

"Beautiful!" he groaned out, staring down at her big, full breasts resting in a lacy, half-cup, black brassiere. "You have such beautiful breasts!"

"They're not too saggy," she murmured as she gently dug her hand down into the fly of his pants.

"No! No! They're perfect.so beautiful," he mumbled, his fingers finding the little, bow-covered clasp between the lacy cups holding the twin treasures.

Then, as he plucked the catch open, he felt her fingers ease down into the opening of his shorts. Spreading his legs, he watched her droopy breasts drop out of the lacy cups and felt her hot, little hand curl around his rock-hard prick.

"So hard," she murmured again.

"You.you're the reason. You're such a beautiful woman," he told her.

David stared down at the flawless perfection of her breasts as she squeezed her hand around his cock and slowly pulled it out into the open through the opening in his shorts.

"Oh, Reverend.it's so big," she cooed, looking down at his jutting peter. "Bigger than Frankie's."

"Oh." David said, proud of his seven inch penis, knowing that it was longer than eighty percent of male population according to recent studies he had read. He had to keep up with his facts if he was going counsel his troubled parishioners.

And there had been no complaints from any of the women who had sampled its impressive length and girth. In fact, quite the opposite.

Pushing her blouse back over her rounded shoulders, he let it drop to the couch. Then he slipped his fingers under the wispy black straps of her brassiere and eased them down off her shoulder. She released her hold on his cock to let him move the straps down over her hands. Then, his fingertips brushed across the tiny band of silver circling her ring finger and felt a wince of remorse. Her wedding band, he dementedly thought. The very ring that Frank had given her when they had stood before him at the church exchanging their vows as he married them. And now he was going to desecrate that marriage. The very same marriage he had performed for them. He was going to take the boy's youthful bride and make her his. He was so dementedly wicked, he sickly thought. A man of the cloth and this?

Standing up, he leaned down and quickly shoved his pants and shorts down his muscular legs as she stared at his jutting peter with a befuddled, dazed look on her pretty, childish face. She didn't look a day over fifteen, he thought to himself, stepping out of his clothes and sandals. So young and innocent, she didn't look old enough to be married. Or old enough to be having sex with a man for that matter. But he wasn't going to let that stand in his way, he giddily thought to himself.

Reaching down, he grasped her warm little hands in his and gently pulled her to her feet. Pulling him to her, he tenderly touched his lips to her soft, full lips. They softly kissed for several long moments before he finally leaned away from her. He saw her hand start down for his penis, but before it could reach it, he slowly dropped down to knees in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her shapely thighs, he gently pulled her to him again, pressing his face into the crotch of her little, red shorts. Rubbing his nose against the material, he could smell a faint fragrance of baby powder. Baby powder and hot, ripe woman.

Raising his hand up, he found the little button on the waistband of her shorts and quickly plucked it open. Running his fingertips under the waistband of her shorts, he spread them open and eased them down her long, shapely legs. Staring directly into the juice-stained crotch of her little panties, he felt her lift her legs one at a time to step out of her shorts. Bringing his hands back up, he dug his fingers down under the springy elastic waistband of her panties as she looked down at him with a funny, little frown creasing her forehead. But she made no move to stop him as he began to pull her panties down her legs.

The silky material slowly slid down over the soft roundness of her hips as he pulled at them. Then, as they crept lower, a swirl of soft, brown curls came into view. As David stared on with expectant anticipation, the delicate pink nub of her clit showed itself just before the damp, pink lips of her pussy came into view. The crotch of her panties wetly stuck to the sticky wetness of her pussy for a second or two before the material gave way and he slid her panties down her legs.

"So beautiful." he whispered, reveling in the sight of her youthful pussy.

It seemed childishly prepubescent in appearance with the soft fuzz-covered mounds bordering the soft, vividly pink gash of glistening flesh. Had he not known she was eighteen, he would have guessed thirteen, or fourteen, fifteen at the very most. He had never seen such a youthfully innocent pussy. The tiny lips bordering the vestibule didn't protrude more than a half-inch at their thickest part, unlike Nadine's fleshy flaps of meat that thickly protruded out at least two inches. It almost seemed sacrilege to desecrate such a beautiful thing with the ugly monster jutting out of his hairy groin. Curling his hands around the tight firmness of her buttocks, he pulled her to him again as he buried his nose in the whorl of soft curls above her seeping womanhood.

She was a child. A sweet, innocent child being led down the path to adultery by the very man she looked up to keep her on the straight and narrow path of godliness.

The fragrance of baby powder was now stronger, making it all seem that much more perverted. But the fragrance of the powder was mingled with the scent of the hot secretions seeping out of her vagina, as it prepared itself for him. The juicy succulence flowing from her womanhood was slickening the opening of her vagina, making her wet and ready for him. Hot and wet so that he ease his evil prick into her and desecrate the beautiful flower that grew between her legs.

Basking in a testosterone-induced fog, he opened his mouth and closed his lips around the tiny jut of her clit. A murmur escaped from her lips as his tongue tickled across the little bud causing her hips to involuntarily flinch.

"Oh.Reverend." she cooed out, curling her hot, little hands around behind his head and pulling him against her.

He could feel the firm tightness of her buttocks quivering against his hands as she thrust herself against his flicking tongue. His prick was so hard, he thought it might split in two as he ravaged the delicate softness of her girlhood with his tongue.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hissed out, her hips beginning to work back and forth as she fucked her pussy against his lips and tongue.

Savagely attacking her little clit, he fought to push her over the edge. He wanted to bring her pleasure, but he couldn't wait to get his dick into the childlike slit that dissected her soft, vulnerable underbelly. She arched her tiny feet and stood on her tiptoes, straining against him. He could feel her growing more and more excited as she pressed herself against him. Her delicate pussy was leaking out a stream of hot, sticky pussy-juice that covered his chin and dripped down onto his hairy chest.

Suddenly, letting out a long, tortured groan, she pulled him against her as her whole body began to quiver and shake. Her short, pink fingernails were digging into his scalp as she was consumed by the fiery clutch of her orgasm. Her flat belly, resting against his forehead was hard as a board as its muscles tightened and quivered.

Finally, David felt her go limp, her knees wobbling as she fought to stand. With her hands holding onto his shoulders, she held onto him for support as she slowly backed her dew-covered cunt away from his mouth.

"Oh.Reverend." she mumbled softly, raising a hand and running it through his short, gray-tinted hair. "That was.that was.oh, God."

"I.I wanted you to feel like a woman again," he told her, struggling up to his feet in front of her, his cock still sticking out stiff and hard. "The bedroom?"

"Over there," she said, pointing toward the hallway leading off the living room. "I want.I want to be a woman for you."

"Yes! Yes! I want to make you a woman again," he told her, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the hallway. "I want you to feel like the beautiful, sensual creature you are."

"Yes, yes, make me whole again," she gushed, following him as he pulled her along. "Make me woman!"

It was almost as if it was very first time to make love for both of them as they rushed into the bedroom. Sweeping her off her feet, he gently laid her down on the bed. Reaching down to her long, curving legs, he slowly spread them apart to reveal the childlike secrecy that lay between them.

Running his fingertips over the soft, damp folds of flesh, he felt a quiver of excitement spark through his cock making it twitch and jerk.

"Like a child.like a beautiful girl child," he murmured.

"I'm sorry," she wept. "I want to be a woman for you."

"NO! NO! Don't cry! It's beautiful," he groaned. "Its innocence makes it just that much more exciting."

"Take me.take me and make me woman," she gurgled out, spreading her legs even wider as she ran her hand down and fingered the delicate, pink lips of her pussy apart.

"You're a precious treasure! Part woman and part girl! I'm so blessed to find such a beautiful treasure." he mumbled out.

David was over her in a heartbeat. His big, meaty dick jutted out below his belly, stiff and ripe as she clutched it and drug it down to the tiny, seeping slit between her girlish pussy-lips. Staring back down between her outstretched legs, he eased his hips forward and watched the big, bloated head of his prick sink down into the infantile opening of her vagina.

"Dear God of Love!" he gasped out as the tiny opening tightened down around his cock, sucking it deeper and deeper down into its wetness.

"Reverend." she groaned out, thrusting herself up against him and taking him down into the depths of her wondrous cunt.

David had never had one as tight and hot as hers. Not only did it look like the pussy of a thirteen-year-old, it was just as tight and clinging as he imagined one would be. It was almost a crime against nature to desecrate such innocence. But he had to. He had to have it. Have it and fill it with his ripe essence. Fill its youthful innocence with his vile seed.

"God have mercy." he grunted out as he began to work his hips back and forth, driving his big cock in and out of the tightly clutched opening of her childlike vagina.

Yes." she hissed, running her hands down to his bounding ass and digging her short fingernails into it.

"So tight.so hot.so innocent." he muttered out, hammering his cock into her at a feverish pace.

Her hands were moving all over him, clawing, scratching, urging as she fucked her hot cunt back at his pistoning prick.

"I am woman! I am woman! I am woman!" she chanted, thrusting herself up at his pounding attack.

Her big, pendulous breasts were flicking every which way as they fucked like dogs in heat. There was no tomorrow, no yesterday.only the here and now, for all else had ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was them.them and the adulterous communion of their bodies.

Sweat was soon pouring off David, splashing down onto her writhing body as they fucked and fucked. He was huffing and puffing loudly, working his hips back and forth like a madman, impaling her all the way to the hilt on every lunging thrust. But she asked for no quarter and he gave her none as she took him fully and totally on every bone-jarring down-stroke. Knowing that the ecstasy pouring through him couldn't last forever, he humped her harder and harder, trying to push her over the edge again before he came. He wanted to bring her more pleasure, make her feel like a woman again before he filled her hallowed chalice with his sperm-filled semen. He wanted her to feel the love he felt for her. He wanted her to know how much he cared for her. She was a child. His dear, sweet child and he must bring that love to her. He had to love and protect her, bringing her the joy and happiness she so deserved.

"Mary Sue! Mary Sue, I love you." he gasped out into her ear, still pumping his cock in and out of her tightly clutching pussy.

"Reverend! Oh, Reverend!" she groaned out, humping herself up at him, trying to get even more of his big prick down into the moist, sucking hole between her outstretched legs.

This had never happened to David before. He had never let himself go this far. He had always felt a warm affection for the women he made love to, but this girl had stolen his heart.and his body. He had to possess her.make her his own.let no other man touch her.

Just then, she gave out a piercing scream as she clutched him to her, holding him tightly crushed against her quivering body. Her whole body stiffened and shook as her cunt furiously milked and pulled on his embedded peter.

"God All Mightyyyyyyy!" David bellowed out, arching his back and driving his cock down into her as deep as it could go.

Then, spasms of pleasure and joy tore through his cock and balls as they exploded and began to spew out great gooey gobs of cum down into her sucking cunt.

"Mary.Mary.Mary," he wept out, feeling his heart and soul pouring out into her clutching cunt in fiery spurts.

They wallowed in their decadence for the longest time, writhing and clutching at each other as they came and came and came. David felt as if his whole body was liquefying, melting and pouring down into her hungry cunt in hot, gooey spurts. She took everything he gave her, her body begging and pleading for more and more. This was love, he giddily told himself. Hot, fiery, passionate love that a man felt for his woman. It wasn't the quiet, simmering love he felt for Nadine. His love for Mary Sue was all consuming! Addictive! An irresistible force!

"Dear, God, Mary Sue," he finally gasped, his cock giving out one final twitch as the last little gush of semen trickled out of it.

"That.that was so," she murmured, her arms dropping to the bed as David lay atop her panting to catch his breath.

"I don't know what to say," he finally groaned, slowly backing his peter down the cum-filled channel of her tight, clinging pussy. "I've never felt like that before."

"It felt like my.my first time ever," she murmured, running her hand down to his cock and lazily fingering it as it continued to shrink and shrivel.

"It was like my first time, too," he told her, lovingly fondling one of her big, droopy breasts. "I don't know.I don't know if I can give you back to Frank.I love you so much."

"But you must." she told him, a frown creasing her forehead as she looked into his eyes.

"Didn't you feel the love between us?" he asked her, teasing her big, puffy nipple with the tip of his finger.

"I.I felt something, but I don't know! I don't know if it was love?" she told him. "I need time to think about this.about us!"

"But I need you so badly," he grumbled, squeezing her breast roughly.

"Just give me time to think! Okay?" she mumbled, stumbling out of bed.

"But." he started to say, stopping to watch her beautiful, quivering butt as she stomped over to a housecoat hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

She jerked it off the hanger and quickly pulled it on.

"Reverend, please go," she sniffed, looking over at him with a scowling frown. "Please go and I'll call you when I've had time to think.

"Uh, okay," he muttered, swinging his legs out of bed and getting to his feet. "If that's the way you want it."

Strangely, he felt childishly exposed as he stumbled across the room with his big, soft dick flopping about limply as it dangled down between his hairy thighs.

Jerking his clothes on, he stepped over to the front door. Stopping he turned to look at her. She gave him a weak, little wave, then disappeared back into the bedroom.

David wanted to go to her. Go to her and tell her how much he loved her and needed her. But to do so might drive her even further away. He had to leave her to her thoughts and see what might come of it.