Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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After sleeping on my decision to help out with Father Tobias' charity work, my answer was still the same. I needed to get into the Eden project to find out what had happened to Hannah. I was convinced there was more to the community than just building a new life for people.
The bonus for me was that, if I helped them out, I would be in an environment where fucking strangers was encouraged and the one thing I loved, was fucking strangers. I'd have a never-ending supply of men and women to fulfil my every desire. If I was their official sex therapist I could pretty much do what I liked with my patients. I'd accepted his proposal and agreed to meet Father Tobias at the church on Monday evening after I finished work at the clinic.
Today was Sunday however and I thought I'd have a lazy day to myself and relax after a stressful week. I'd woken up with sticky panties mainly due to the vicar's spunk leaking out of me all night but also due to the sexy thoughts going on my head about what was to come.
It was around ten o'clock in the morning and I was still in my cosy bed. I stretched the sleep from my muscles and slipped my hand inside my knickers. I spread my lips open to expose my clitoris and began to rub slowly and rhythmically at the thought of such an exciting opportunity.
'
Oooooh, fresh young cocks and tight juicy pussies, another perk of the job
,' I thought to myself.
Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, it's Sunday morning who the fuck's that?" I said out loud.
I kept my fingers playing with my clit and picked up my phone with my free hand.
"Yes," I said sleepily.
"Becca, have you just woken up, you lazy bitch?" laughed Lexa.
"Hi babe. Yes, I thought I needed a lie in," I said.
"There's no time for that. How did you get on with the old perverted vicar?" she asked.
"Do you know where my fingers are right now?" I groaned sexily, ignoring her questions.
"Beccccaaaaa," she said in a drawn-out tone. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Mhmmm," I moaned, slipping a finger into my sticky hole.
"Where are you?" she quizzed
"I'm in bed, thinking of you," I teased.
"Stop it. I'm at the office you dirty bitch, you know I can't do anything naughty," she scorned.
"Why don't you '
cum
' and join me," I put extra emphasis on the word word 'cum'.
"I'd love to, but this is an important call. How did you get on with the old perv yesterday?" she asked more sternly.
"I don't know if I'd call him old. He's only slightly older than me," I moaned sliding two fingers in and out my pussy. "I think he's quite young and handsome and he's got a lovely thick cock."
I was lost in my own dirty mind and hearing Lexa's voice in my ear was only turning me on even more.
"What? He's fifty-two years old! What are you talking about?" she said.
I stopped pleasuring myself immediately.
"What?"
"He was born in sixty-seven Becca. I've got his file open in front of me."
I sat bolt upright in bed. I knew he seemed older than his years by the way he spoke and the way he carried himself, but that was impossible.
"He can't be," I gasped. "Have you got the right person?"
"Of course I have, Peter Tobias was born in ninety sixty-seven. He's five-ten, athletic build, black hair going grey and blue eyes. I admit he's quite handsome, but he's fifty-two," she explained.
"This guy is definitely no older than thirty-five at the most. The description sounds right, but he's not got a hint of grey hair. It's one of the things I noticed most about him when we first met. He can't be that old."
"Maybe he dyes his hair?"
"He has no wrinkles; his skin is soft and vibrant. Maybe he's not Father Tobias," I said with my mind racing.
"I doubt he could be an imposter Becca. He works with the church. Someone would notice if he suddenly changed from old to young," she laughed. "Maybe he uses a good moisturiser."
The most logical explanation was usually the right one. He must be Father Tobias. He did sound older and wiser than he looked and obviously looked after himself well enough to look younger than his years.
"Well whatever he does, it's working. I had no problem with him stuffing my pussy again yesterday," I giggled.
"And now you're lying in bed thinking of him whilst you finger yourself?" she asked, sounding a little jealous.
"I'm thinking of you actually," I said putting my hand back inside my damp underwear. "I'm all slippery and cummy. I need a little slut like you to come and lick me clean."
"Well take your fingers out of your snatch and tell me what happened yesterday," she said sternly.
I did as I was told, but put my hand on top of my underwear and gently rubbed my pubic mound for comfort.
I explained everything to her. His community, his philosophy, the number of youngsters he had there and his take on religion and the world in general. She was silent as I laid it all down for her and then she recapped to make sure she'd understood correctly.
"So, let me get this straight. He's commandeered a disused army base because it spoke to him when he was out jogging. He chose it because the middle four letters of Medena spelt out Eden?" she was right so far. "And he's bent the rules of the bible to fit his own opinions of how the world should be, so he can build some new perfect world?"
"Yep. Pretty much, but in some ways, he seems to have it right."
"I can't disagree, but he seems to be taking advantage of vulnerable people. They either don't know any better or they just do as he asks because they have nowhere else to go," she said.
"The weirdest part for me is that he seems hell bent on everyone getting pregnant, like it's the most important thing in the world. The whole place seems more like a sex cult than a sanctuary for runaways. He has his pick of the girls and I'm pretty sure he's fucked most of them willingly. He has this almost hypnotic temperament that's hard to resist," I swooned.
"Well it doesn't take much for you to open your legs Becca. We already know that," she tittered.
