0 comments/ 44452 views/ 1 favorites Okoboji Prophet Ch. 01 By: Robert Kincaid I was a p. k. -- preacher's kid -- Actually, I lived with my grandparents and my grandfather was a preacher in Sioux City, Iowa. That meant that I went to church camp every summer even when I turned 18 which was back in '55. Except then, I was old enough to help out as a junior counselor for two months. A new sect had purchased the camp grounds at Lake Okoboji and I volunteered to help them out their first year. Okoboji was a natural lake in northern Iowa, about a hundred miles from Sioux City and had some great beaches with swimming and boating. It was an enjoyable way to spend a summer. The headmaster was the founder of the new sect-- Church of the universal, natural truths -- and he called himself a prophet instead of a minister or preacher. He had telephoned my grandfather about my abilities and of course, grandfather bragged on me. So Prophet David asked me to come to camp a day early to help set up the cabins and lodge. Getting there was going to be a problem since I didn't have a car but, I figured hitchhiking would be an acceptable way if I started off a day early. I packed my backpack with clothes, books and some candy bars for an emergency. I didn't pack my bed roll but I did put in a rain poncho and a new black bathing suit. Grandfather gave me ten dollars spending money and off I went. My buddy from across the street said that he would drive me to the edge of town on his way to work. That worked out rather well and I was on my way walking north on old highway 75. I had walked about twenty minutes and found a bumper sticker advertising Okoboji so I stuck that on my backpack to aid in snagging a ride. It worked. In less than five minutes, a car slowed down and a pretty blond sitting on the passenger side told me that if I wanted a lift to jump in so I did. You may know this but if you don't, preacher's kids think a lot about sex. As soon as a p.k. is five, he is told that sex is forbidden and he is told that every day and night until he leaves home. A p.k. must swear that he will never look at or touch a person of the opposite gender until he gets married in a church. A p.k. must never think about sex or have any kind of 'dirty thoughts' -- which is very hard to do since that's all you ever hear about... So as soon as I sat down in the back seat and lowered the back pack to the floor, I noticed that there was another blond driving! Two young blond females that were maybe 25 had stopped for me and were taking me to Okoboji. I sat up straight and smiled-- my lucky day! "On vacation from school?" asked the driver. "Yes, ma'am. I'm on my way to a church camp at Lake Okoboji for the summer. Then it's Iowa State in the Fall." "What's your name? I'm Pat and the pretty blond is Marion." "Hello, Pat and Marion. My name is Robert Kincaid and I want to thank you for giving me a lift." Marion stared at me and finally said, "You know, Pat, little Bobby here is kind of cute. I bet you he has a million girl friends and that he screws every one of them." I turned bright red. No one had EVER talked like that to me. "'Thank you, ma'am, but I don't even have one girlfriend." "Hey, Pat, I think Bobby's a virgin! Bobby, are you a virgin? Yup, Pat -- he's a virgin! I think we should fix that, don't you, Pat?" "Sounds like fun. Should I find a place to park, Marion?" "I think so! You know, Bobby, I'd like to make out with you but I only like girls. Pat and I are a couple." "A couple of what?" I asked. "A couple, a couple! She and I love each other. Lesbians. She's my older sister, too. But, if you'll let me fix you up to look like a girl, we could make out in the back seat. How does that sound to you?" "-uh- okay, I guess..." "Great! You can still be Bobby but with an 'ie' instead of a 'y'-- Bobbie!" Marion giggled and must have thought that she was really clever. Pat found a place to pull off the highway-- a public park with a few empty picnic tables. She turned the motor off. She and Marion looked at each other and started kissing. I felt like a third wheel and started to get out of the car. "Don't leave, Bobbie," said Marion. "It's your turn in a minute..." Then she asked Pat, "Do you have any hair gel? I'm going to plaster Bobbie's hair down like Nell and give him -- her -- bangs." Pat said, "There may be some hair gel in my purse. And some scissors..." Marion wanted to know, "Bobbie, have you ever tried on girl's clothes -- like you mother's panties or your sister's bra?" "-uh- I've played with my aunt's clothes," I said. "When I'm alone in the house, I put on her padded bra and a pair of her dirty panties from the clothes hamper. And I rub my cock until I cum." "Oh, Bobbie! You sexy little pervert. My daddy does the same thing with my stuff. He gets cum all over my panties and leaves them out so that I know he's been messing around." "I caught my brother doing it last week," Pat chimed in. "Disgusting! I made him lick up all of his cum and promise that he'd never do it again. He just smiled and pointed to his big cock that had stiffened up again." "Disgusting is right! Okay, Bobbie, I'm going to join you in the back seat. Move over." "First, let me put on this hair gel and cut you some bangs. Now don't move. There! Cute. Now some eye shadow... Just a little. And in the other eye... Add some eye liner. Hold still or I might put your eye out with this brush. Oh, Bobbie, you have nice long eye lashes! Pat, do you have that bright red lipstick? Thanks. Now, Bobbie, this will make you soooo kissable." "Can I see myself?" "No, not yet. I will give you a kiss on the cheek for being so patient. And I'm going to take my panties off for you. Go ahead, take a sniff. Good, huh? Smelly and wet... Just like the real thing. Here, give me your hand. I'm going to let you pat the monkey but don't put any fingers inside me. -mm- -mm- Quit it! Be a good little girl. Take your shoes and socks off." "Now what?" "Take off those jeans and your J. C. Penneys shorts. And when you're done, slide these panties up those hairy legs. I should make you shave before we start necking but I'm too excited, aren't you?" "Yes, ma'am! My cock hurts, it's so excited!" "Oooh, Bobbie, you look so cute in those panties! Time for kissing. -mm- -mm- Use your tongue, little girl. I'm going to mess up your lipstick... -mm- -mm- Rub your cock little girl. Rub your panties until your cocks unloads. While you do that, I'll pinch your nipples and kiss you and kiss you." "I'm going to cum! It's going to blow the head off my cock!" "Pat, open Bobbie's door and let this little girl out so she won't mess up the car! Now, Bobbie, step out and finish..." As soon as I stepped away from the car, I heard the door slam and the girls laughing as they pulled back onto the highway. The wheels spun sand against my backside and naked legs which hurt like Hell! There I was, no pants and barefoot wearing sky blue panties with "Tuesday" embroidered on the front. I had started cumming so the panties were stuck to my cock. I looked down the highway and saw the car stop and Marion throw out my jeans, and shoes and then she must have kicked the backpack out. As I hobbled down the road, several cars passed me but didn't stop. I didn't blame them. Sky blue just isn't my color. I collected my clothes and backpack, cleaned off the cum and got dressed. I couldn't find one of the socks so I fished out another pair from the backpack. I washed my hair and face as best I could using the water in the ditch beside the highway. In Iowa, there's always water in the ditch beside the highway. Water and boot sucking mud! I was mad and upset. And confused. After catching two more rides and walking about a half a mile, I arrived at the church camp about three in the afternoon. There wasn't anybody around that I could see so I sat down at a picnic table close to the lake. It was nice and cool under the trees. The water looked inviting. Two ladies came out of one of the larger cabins and walked toward the dock. One was young-- about my age-- and the other looked old enough to be her mother. The mother had on a one piece swimming suit with a man's white shirt and a floppy sun hat. The daughter was skinny and wore a white bra and white panties. All I could do was stare! At first I thought that maybe this was the new style of swimming suit but then I figured that she didn't have a real swimming suit or better yet, she had recently worn her swimming suit and it was still wet. She wasn't very pretty but she was a female showing off her sexuality. The two women got into a boat and paddled around for an hour. At one point when they were furthest from the shore, the young girl unclasped her bra and handed it to the older one and then stood up in the boat to remove her white panties, too. Then she jumped into the water rather awkwardly, swam for two minutes and pulled her self back into the boat. She just sat there naked. The one that looked like the mother pointed in my direction and I assume had spotted me gawking. She handed the bra and panties to the 'daughter' so that she could dress. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and spun me around! "What are you looking at? You devil incarnate!" yelled an angry man that looked like the pictures I'd seen of Prophet David. "Nothing! Nothing! I thought that one of those women might need help, she fell into the water and I didn't know if she could swim..." I lied. The old man sputtered, "Son of Satan! I can see that you are stimulated by the nakedness of an eighteen year old female. Go to your cabin. Clean yourself and pray. Then come to my cabin for discipline in ONE HOUR!" he yelled as he walked off toward the dock. +++ Okoboji Prophet Ch. 02 I spent the next hour imagining the horrors that I was about to endure-- Everything from being stoned like Stephen to being burned at the stake! I tried to rationalize the sin that I had committed: getting a hard-on from staring at a naked, skinny, eighteen year old woman. Then it hit me! The reason that Prophet David was so angry was that the girl that was tempting me must be his DAUGHTER! I made my way to the large cabin that the women had emerged from earlier thinking that the largest cabin would belong to the Prophet. As I approached the front door, it opened and I could hear taped organ music playing what sounded like a dirge. There were three rows of chairs in the back of a large room, a lectern to the left of a raised stage at the front, a wooden chair center stage and in front of the wooden chair there was a padded kneeling bench. "Be seated and I will be with you in a short time," his voice said from a speaker in the ceiling. The two women entered the room dressed in black robes and took seats in the first row of chairs. Their heads were bowed. We waited for the Prophet. Then he entered very slowly, dressed in a black cassock and a black miter. He was very tall and dressed to kill -- me! He stood at the lectern and began, "We are gathered here to study the universal, natural truth of TEMPTATION! This young man, Robert, has yielded to the temptation of lust! He has let his manhood raise it's head by viewing a beautiful, naked, young woman! Was the young woman guilty of tempting Robert? Yes! She to must learn to stand strong in the face of temptation! If we can not learn to ignore temptation we will die as sinners! We must practice resisting lust until temptation becomes UNFEELING! Join me center stage, Sister Lisa, and Sister Shirley take this riding crop and stand behind Robert." I could not figure out what was going to happen but I thought that it might involve me getting whipped by the mother, Sister Shirley. I smiled at the name and wondered if she had two sisters: Goodness and Mercy? A smack to my shoulder let me know that smiling was not allowed. The Prophet had turned Lisa toward me and spoke again, "Now I will show you Sister Lisa -- the same young woman that you LUSTED after this afternoon! As I show you her body, you will feel no yearning, no lust, no wanting! For if you become aroused, Sister Shirley will smack you until your miserable manhood loses its rigidity! And we will repeat this lesson until you can understand the universal, natural truth of resisting TEMPTATION!" And with that, he lifted the bottom hem of her robe showing her legs from her knees down. He asked Sister Shirley, "Is he resisting temptation?" She nodded. I was looking at Lisa's face and she wore this smirk -- like a spoiled, rotten teenager that was too big for her britches. Real sexy, right? NOT! "And now I will turn Sister Lisa and show Robert her beautiful buttocks! My, isn't that a glorious sight? Is Robert resisting temptation?" There was no blow. I was unaffected by the spoiled kid's skinny behind BUT, the Prophets robe was tenting just about where his cock was located... "Since Robert is learning so quickly, we will expose the entire naked body of Sister Lisa!" And with that, he undid the buttons down the front of Lisa's robe and she let it slide to the floor. "Glory be praised! What a fine figure of virginal womanhood! Can any man resist wondering how the white alabaster of unblemished skin must feel? How her caress might stoke the fires of unbridled passion hidden deep in his loins? And if I were to reach around her body and hold the breasts lovingly and feel no temptation, I would reach a new height in understanding these universal, natural truths! And pinch her nipples lightly to watch then grow rigid in response, and still I feel NO TEMPTATION! Even if I kiss each nipple-- suck each nipple-- and suck the nipple and most of her breast, --mmm-- --mm-- I feel no temptation. We are learning to RESIST together... one and all, isn't that right?" I thought I heard Sister Shirley say something like, "Yah, right..." Then I felt her left hand (her right hand still had the riding crop) reach around to see if I was hard. Oh, yes. I was hard but it was from Sister Shirley standing so close, smelling so good and feeling me up! Unfortunately, the organ music stopped which caused the Prophet to get a hold of himself while Sister Shirley scurried off to start a new tape -- Ravel's Boléro! How symbolic! A pulsating ballet that starts quietly and ends up with a huge climax! I thought to myself, here's another universal, natural truth: 'Timing is everything!' The Prophet sat down on the wooden chair and held Lisa by the hips. She still had that smirk and was staring, unblinkingly into my eyes. The Prophet's cassock parted where he had unbuttoned it and his legs and hips were exposed -- a skinny man and his skinny daughter poised to teach me a lesson... "I'm back," Sister Shirley whispered into my ear while her hand returned to rubbing my cock. "Robert, these are the truths that must be taken to heart! You must never gaze at a naked woman with animal lust! You must never touch a woman's breasts, buttocks or her vagina. You must never caress them like this or insert your fingers inside her body! NOW LOOK! See how I am caressing her buttocks and pushing one finger into this woman? You must resist temptation and never do this. I can do it because I am NOT TEMPTED! One finger back and forth or two fingers in and out or THREE fingers pushed in as far as I can -- NOTHING! I FEEL NOTHING! You must never feel lust because that is a SIN!" Lisa's eyes were glazed over. I don't think she was thinking too clearly anymore. It must have been something her father had said. He pulled on Lisa's hips and forced her to spread her legs and step back until she was positioned over his exposed cock! There was about an inch clearance between the head of his penis and her pussy lips. The music was reaching a climax. The Prophet was speaking louder and louder to be heard. "Robert! Pay close attention while I demonstrate total SELF CONTROL! I have let my priapus engorge so that I can show you how to resist temptation. Note the pubic hair that surrounds the vaginal opening and how it teases the head of my priapus! See how my penis pulsates in time to the music! Notice the Lisa's labia are engorged also and lubrication drips! Watch now as Lisa sways to the music in intense, hypnotic lust and I feel NOTH--- LISA! Gaaah! What have you done?!" I watched as Lisa skewered herself on her father's prick. She had just dropped onto his lap. His cock slid in easily to the hilt! She just sat there with this silly smirk on her face while her father pumped sperm into her de-virgin-ized pussy! Sister Shirley had brought my cock to a ready state and when the Prophet 'sowed his seed' in his daughter, I came in my jeans. Not quite as fulfilling but a lot safer. +++ During the commotion, I had escaped back to my cabin and the safety of my bunk bed. In the middle of the night, I heard a car start and head out to the highway. I guessed that the Prophet and his two women were fleeing the scene. Ten minutes later there was a knock at my door and I found Shirley standing there when I opened my door. All she said was, "They've gone back to Sioux City." And she crawled into my narrow bed and held the covers so that I could join her. She held me for the longest time. Then she sat up and took off her nightgown and lay back down. She moved under me so that I found myself in the missionary position. She undid my pajama tie and opened my fly, and positioned my cock so it would slide into her. We made love until dawn. +++ I did not see or hear from the Prophet for the next six weeks. The routine was simple after the camp started two days later. The boys and girls registered and were assigned cabins. I taught swimming and boating safety plus two sessions a day on bible history. After vespers, I would make sure all of the boys in my cabin were asleep and then I'd join Shirley in the big cabin where she taught me how to please a woman in intimate detail. Since I was eighteen, my stamina kept me awake and ready all night so Shirley and I would fuck three, four and sometimes five times a night. She missed her period about a month after we began our trysts and became excitedly happy. I was not so happy. Shirley had mentioned that the Prophet and Lisa had been raising funds for the church touring the churches in and around Sioux City. They must have been somewhat successful because a truck loaded with bricks and mortar came to camp and several men created a nice entrance with a huge vertical sign that said: Church of the Universal Natural Truths The Prophet would have been proud. And if I remember correctly, it was one day after that that Shirley came to me and suggested that I be on my way. She said, "Lisa is pregnant and the Prophet has it in his mind that you are the cause of her predicament. Therefore, you are to marry Lisa and raise his children-- I guess that he thinks that he will continue impregnating her. I'd love it if you would stay but I really think you'd better go to college and get a good job far away from him." I took her advice and packed, said goodbye and left during the night. As I walked away from the camp, I looked back one last time. The new sign had the acronym lit: There for everyone to see were the neon letters glowing red: C U N T