Unwrapping the virgin

"But, Father Greene?" Even under the influence of the wine and ****, something did not seem right to the young virgin.

"You disappoint me, Laura," Father Greene's smile disappeared into a scowl. "You told me you loved Carl. Or is it that you dream of someone else, someone you think might not be right for you but that arouses your passions anyways..." The priest was using years of experience to break down the girl's defenses. "Maybe not a nice white boy, maybe a negro instead." He could see the stupified girl was on the edge. "Isn't your body telling you that this is the right thing to do? Don't you want to learn the secrets?"

"I really do want to learn..." Laura slurred a little. "And I really do feel so nice... and sexy, but..."

The priest handed the girl another glass of the **** wine. "Here, this will make you feel better about the joy of obedient service. Drink this and stand before me," the priest pointed to a spot three feet in front of the couch on which they were sitting.

Laura drank the wine. She loved the way the cool wine made her feel warm and free. Slowly, she stood. She sighed as her fingers touched the silky fabric of the neon tank top she had worn. Her fingers slipped under the edge of the top and lifted it up over her breasts and head. She let it drop to the floor.

"My Lord!" Father Greene was stunned by the beauty of the large, firm, pale breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of the milky white flesh and the small, hard, pink nipples. "Laura, you are not wearing a bra!"

"No, Father, I...." The girl was beginning to explain her need of money, but the priest stopped her.

"That is fine, Laura!" he was now confident he had her under control. "The negroes you fantasize of will enjoy this surprise. It is good for you to please your negro master. Now, let me see you rub your breasts. Use the tips of your fingers on your nipples. See if you can make them even harder."

Laura was now beyond hesitation. Standing before the African priest, the blonde teen cupped her large breasts. She eased her fingers and thumbs up to capture her nipples. They did feel like they were getting harder. The tingling between her legs was more powerful. She realized that she was getting very wet down there.

"I bet you are very tingly and wet between your legs." The priest knew she wasn't going to resist again. "Peel down your shorts and show me! We are almost ready to learn the next lesson."

Laura's hands slid down her body. She popped open the single snap on the tight white shorts. Hooking her thumbs into the waist, she eased down both her shorts and the soaked panties. Dropping down over her shoes, she kicked them off with the pumps.

Laura stood naked before the priest. Naked, except for the small, gold cross that dangled between her round breasts. Father Green love the perversity of it. The girl's long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders hiding only a little of her charms.

"Feel how wet you are?" Father Greene pointed to the slit between Laura's legs. he could see the slick wetness on the small patch of downy, blond fuzz above her pussy. "God gave you that wetness because you live to give pleasure to your negro superiors, and this will help you fit big black cock into your little white body. Step forward to me."

Laura, completely under the influence of the evil priest and his **** wine, took two steps closer to the couch.