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Jezebel Jones was young and seemed so sweet when she met Paul Parker. She and her Father were new members of The Holy Cross Community Church, where her grandfather was the founder and senior Pastor. It was indeed Jezebel that Bobby Jones was on top of the day he died.
Paul, he saw Jezebel for what she was, a cock tease. He not only knew her from church, but she was in his math class. Most knew her as a prim and proper young lady. However, there was another side to Jezebel that only a select few saw. Jezebel was sixteen when her dad moved them back to his hometown. Freddie, Boddy and Dolly’s son, had been living back east when his beloved Sally died. It had been a hard time for him and his daughter Jezebel, and he thought a change would benefit them.
IN THE BEGINNING, BOBBY
Jezebel’s grandfather, Robert Jones, was the founder and Pastor of the Holly Cross Community Church. Bobby, as most people called him, was an exemplary, upstanding member of his community. He had pastored HCCC for over fifty years and been married to his sweet Dolly for thirty years. They had a son, Freddie. From the outside, it looked like Pastor Bobby had the ideal life. But as they say, looks can be deceiving.
Bobby only had one vice, one thing he could not control. His lust for young women and their sweet, young bodies was the thing he knew would do him end one day. Since he was seventeen, and his big sister, Wanda, broke him off with a piece of her sweet black pussy, Bobby has had no dick control.
For young Robert Jones, being called to preach was not his doing. But his Father’s greatest wish was that his only son would follow in his footsteps. After high school, Bobby went off to Bible school. Deep down in his heart, Bobby knew this was not his life. Bobby’s Father saw his son as the next Billy Sunday, saving lost souls.
Bobby’s years in Bible school were some of the most challenging times in his life. They were marked by shame and uncertainty, but some parts of Bobby’s life could be considered bright spots. Dolly Clark was one of those spots,
She was a beautiful darkskinned woman with long black hair that she wore in a bun. Her lovely brown eyes and sweet smile made her warm and friendly. Dolly hid her body under long skirts and dresses. After dating for a few months, Bobby concluded that Dolly would make a good preacher’s wife.
Of course, Bobby’s lust for fleshly pleasure never ended. And the fact that Dolly would not be dropping her panties until their wedding night did not help. When he lived at home, his sister Wanda provided him with all the pussy he wanted. his sister never seemed wrong; the was good between brother and sister, and they saw no reason to stop. But Bobby and Wanda would be disowned if their Father found out about them.
One night, one of Bobby’s classmates took him to the local whorehouse. He found more than a few of his classmates and teachers there and came to play. After long weeks of Bible study and denying their manly needs, it was time to cut loose at Miss Anna’s House of Pleasure.
Bobby’s first time at Miss Anna’s was so mindblowing that he thought he would never recover. First, they had booze, something his Father did not allow in his home. Bobby would never forget his first shot of whiskey. It went down with a smooth burn that he loved. There were also backroom card games and other games of chance. However, the one thing Miss Anna was known for, which put Miss Anna’s House of Pleasure on the map, was the women.
Miss Anna was no stranger to the business she was in; she had started as a streetwalker and worked her way up to having her own house. She knew what men liked and what they wanted: beautiful women. No girls under eighteen could work at the house of pleasure. However, those particular clients who may require a more special brand always got what they wanted.
Bobby knew he was home when he stepped into Miss Ann’s house. The number of beautiful women dressed in next to nothing gave him a rush that Bobby could not ignore. The array of good pussy that was offered had Bobby on edge. Bobby was a newbie and, as such, had the first pick of whatever whore he wanted for the night. After looking over the selection, Bobby chose a young redhead named Tracy.
She was young, pretty, and white. Coming from that little southern hick town, Bobby never thought he would get a whiff of white pussy. During the lineup, Miss Anna displayed her best girls: Bobby saw a few black girls he wanted to sample. However, he knew he had time to try out almost every girl in the house, for that would not be his last trip to Miss Anna’s house.
After he paid the money, his Father sent him weekly for the extra supplies he needed; at least, that is what he told his dad. If Rev. Jones knew his hardearned money was being spent on booze and pussy, he would have yanked Bobby out of that school so fast.
The taste for the forbidden had taken its hold on Bobby. The taking of a sweet young thing like Tracy made Bobby come alive. fuels his passion for life. To say that Bobby ripped Tracy a new one would be the understatement of the year. Tracy was a little firecracker in bed. She had a thing for big dicks, and Bobby had one of the biggest dicks she had ever fucked. She had no problem keeping up with Bobby in bed.
Bobby and Tracy fucked on and off during his first year in bible school. At the time, Bobby was dating Dolly Clark. Being a dutiful Christian woman, she has no intention of dropping her panties until her wedding night.
Bobby would sometimes go missing for days at a time, sometimes weeks. One day, while hiking, he found this abandoned cabin in the woods. The place was in pretty good shape. Bobby asked around to find the owner, but no one knew anything; he thought having a secret place that no one knew about would be great—where he could be alone with his thoughts—where he and Tracy could meet. Bobby loved his newfound freedom; his nights at Miss Anna’s were the best times of his life. But the thought of disappointing his Father was unbearable.
A year had passed, and Bobby was now living a double life. The upandcoming preacher was vastly making a name for himself. He had preached his first sermon at a summer youth retreat. His relationship with Dolly had evolved while he was still bedding Tracy.
His lustful ways continued as became an essential part of his life. Tracy was not Bobby’s only sidepiece. There were a lot of Miss Anna’s girls that Bobby had taken to his cabin in the woods. Bobby was addicted to pussy; he needed like he needed air to breathe. At some point, Dolly started to question Bobby’s commitments. Was he committed to the church, to her?
Tracy was young and in love with Bobby. She was very aware of the problems of being with a black man. While Miss Anna’s rule was that none of her girls ever fall for a client, she knew young girls like Tracy could easily be charmed by the men they serviced. Bobby and Tracy started meeting at his cabin several times. When Dolly does not hear from Bobby, she questions his commitment.
One day, while Tracy was riding Bobby’s big black cock, he screamed out Dolly’s name. They had been at the cabin for days. Every day they fucked for hours, only taking breaks every few hours to eat and rest up for the next round. Bobby had started fantasizing about Dolly Clark.
”You want her, don’t you, Bobby?” Tracy asked.
Bobby had been so wrapped up in all that good pussy that Tracy had given him that he never realized he had screamed out another woman’s name.
”Who are you talking about?” Bobby asked as he pumped Tracy’s pussy over and over again
“That stuckup black bitch at your school. That Dolly Clark,” she said as Tracy rolled off his dick.
”How do you know Dolly?” he asked.
”My uncle works at the school. He knows every student on campus. One day, I overheard him and my pappa talking about this girl, Dolly, and how he wanted to get in her pussy, just one time. But she was a stuckup bitch that wasn’t going to give up the pussy until her wedding night. He said that she was dating some young punk named Bobby, and she will no doubt give him all that good pussy on their wedding night. So why do you call her name while I ride you, Bobby?” Tracy asked.
Bobby knew he had hurt Tracy but had to be honest with her. ”Look, Tracy, I hope you know how much I enjoy our time together. Being with you has saved my life and kept me from losing my mind. I will never forget our time together, but we should move on.”
Tracy never spoke to Bobby again. Instead, she dressed, collected the two hundred dollars they had agreed to, and walked out the door. Tracy never looked back. From that day on, she took Miss Anna’s words to heart. ”Never fall for a client.”
When they first started dating, Bobby knew it would be next to impossible to get into Dolly Clark’s panties. He knew she was saving it for her husband. They had talked about marriage, but that was four or five years away. They had been dating on and off for well over a year. The thought of getting into Dolly’s sweet black pussy never left his mind.
DOLLY
She had come from church royalty. Her Father was the head bishop of over two thousand churches. She was an only child and the center of her Father’s world. Jess Clark was thankful for his only daughter when his girl came a month early. Like most men, Jess wanted a son, not only to carry on the family name but a son who would walk in his footsteps. Dolly was sixteen when her mother died, leaving her alone to be raised by her Father.
Jess was busy building a ministry when he looked up one day and noticed his little girl was growing into a desirable woman. She was beautiful, just like her mother. Her cold, smooth coffee skin gave an air of class and grace. Her dark eyes drew you into her orbit—her calling card was a captivating smile and a body made to be pleasured. She was welleducated. Jess raised his daughter to be outspoken and independent. She wore long skirts and buttonup blouses that hid her womanhood. Dolly kept her long black hair tied up in a bun and no makeup. She had a natural beauty about her that stood out.
Dolly knew church law and what was expected of her. Her mother never gave her the talk. It was mostly her girlfriends from church and school who taught her the facts of life. According to church law, the Father was responsible for ushering his daughter into womanhood. The mother’s job is to teach her daughter how to keep her husband’s house neat and clean and care for his children. The Father’s role is to prepare his daughter for her wedding night. On her sixteenth birthday, the Father must take his daughter to bed. He is to be her first lover, the man who takes her cherry.
A lot of the girls from school were dating boys. Some were not only their boyfriends but girls from church were their dads. Jess Clark was an assistant pastor and had a happy, loving marriage to his wife, Betty, for twenty years. Her untimely death left an emptiness both in his heart and his bed. Having a beautiful growing daughter added to the pressure of single fatherhood. Betty died the day before Dolly’s birthday. Neither Jess nor Dolly were in any shape to celebrate.
It took some time for Jess to get himself together. Jess Clark started lusting after his daughter. For months, he has thought of nothing except bedding his Dolly, who was sixteen now. Jess had rented a cabin in the mountains. Jess wanted their time together to be remarkable. He wanted his daughter to cherish the memory of making love for the first time.
It was a few minutes past midnight when he walked into her room. Dolly had been reading in bed. She smiled when she saw him because he was there to kiss her good night. For a moment, he still couldn’t believe how much she had grown up. Thanks to the older women in the church who took Dolly under their wings after Betty died, Dolly became an excellent homemaker. And it’s her Father’s turn to help her step into womanhood.
”I just came to say good night. Are you packed for the cabin?” he asked as he stood over her.
”Yes, Father, I am packed and ready. I’m happy we are going away to celebrate my birthday,” Dolly said, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. Jess could no longer hold back his desire when he bent down and softly kissed her lips. The kiss was nothing new. Jess had kissed Dolly on many occasions, but this time, it felt different because it was sweet and erotic. Dolly had never been kissed in such a manner. And if it had been any other man, it would have scared her. But it was her Father, and she knew she would always be safe with him.
A warm glow surrounds them as Jess takes control. Whatever feeling he thought he would have about taking his daughter’s cherry had not appeared. There was no guilt or shame. But a pure expression of love and desire. As the kiss deepened, Jess let his hands roam freely down Doll’s body. When he found his hand inside her panties, the feel of soft, thick hair nearly did him in. Dolly’s tongue entangled with her Father’s, heightening their passion, but she never tried to stop him.
”Do you want me to stop?” Jess asked as he gazed into her beautiful dark eyes. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she shook her head, letting him know that she was enjoying whatever he was doing to her. Dolly laid her head on his chest while Jess continued to play with her young pussy. He couldn’t resist her small ripe tits. As he tore away her top, Jess had taken one of her hard nipples between his teeth and given it a tender bite. He heard Dolly let out a moan as she felt his fingers entered her.
”Oh, Father,” she moaned as he watched two fingers fuck her tender pussy. He wanted to stop before he reached the point of no return. As hard as it was, he pulled out before she came. Jess was amazed at how good it felt. Being close to his little girl was all that mattered. She lay in his arms until she fell asleep. Jess lay beside her, watching her sleep. In the morning, they would be leaving for the cabin. It will be there that he will take his daughter’s pussy for the first time.
At first, she thought it was all a dream—the kiss, how she felt when her Father first touched her. But as she opened her eyes and saw her Father lying beside her, Dolly knew it was true. She was sixteen, and by church law, her Father had every right to be in her bed.
Jess had been awake for hours; how could he sleep on the biggest day of his daughter’s life? He had planned to take her to the cabin, but a beautiful early morning fuck seemed in order. When he turned over, Dolly was nowhere to be found. She had slipped out of her bed without him knowing she was gone.
Dolly knew what this day meant. She knew what it meant to her Father. She knew her relationship with Jess would never be the same after today after she became her Father’s lover. Dolly knew the tradition of the church. The laws of the church had been ingrained in her heart. The practice of between a Father and his daughter was a valued sacred tradition.
Jess wondered where Dolly had gone off to. He had fallen asleep in her bed. The fact that Jess resisted taking her pussy was remarkable. He was so hard when he went in to kiss her good night. Their first kiss held so many surprises. It caught him off guard to discover what a good kisser she was and that her body had been designed for pleasure, from her full, thick lips to her small tits with those bitesize nipples to the lovely black bush between her legs. Every inch of her was so beautiful that he couldn’t believe she was his.
When Dolly didn’t return to her room, Jess concluded that she needed time to regroup before facing him. However, when Jess returned to his room, he got the shock of his life. She was waiting for him in the middle of his bed when he opened the door. She wore the traditional garment, a white Greek Goddess toga. Her one tit was exposed, and her Father was shocked but pleased.
“Please, Father, don’t say anything; let me go first,” Dolly said in a low, shy voice.
Jess didn’t say anything. Instead, he just nodded his head, giving her permission to speak. ”I know how important today is and what this day means for you and me. I know that when my mother passed away, you were concerned for me. How would I get through life without my mother?
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