Adrian Errikson

The Preacher's wife

Chapter One

Joanna Gee kissed her husband goodbye and climbed back into bed for an extra 30 minutes of sleep. The young blonde woman had made breakfast for her husband, but now that he was gone, she dropped her robe by the bed and crawled back under the covers.

She had on a silky and sexy teal nightie and panty set. Her lithe body looked very good in it, and she knew that she looked much like the models in the catalog from which she had ordered the provocative outfit.

She had waited for her young husband to come home from the board meeting at the church. She had lit candles, and had carefully perfumed and powdered her beautiful body, dressing in her new nightie, touching up her makeup and making herself as provocative as possible. When Tom had come home, he had barely noticed her. He was focused upon the board meeting and the Youth

Budget he oversaw. As a Youth Minister, Joanna thought he was great. But she was becoming very disenchanted with him as a husband.

Joanna and Tom had married right out of Seminary. She was from a very conservative family, and had gone to college to get her M-R-S degree, as some of the girls had giggled. Unfortunately, Joanna had been somewhat wild in High School, rebelling against her strict parents. She had gone through three boyfriends her last two years, and she had slept with each of them.

When she went to Seminary, she had vowed to be a "good" girl, and though frustrated, she had not had sex again until her marriage night.

Now, two years later, Joanna was disillusioned with her marriage. She got along with Tom, and she truly loved him, but she was growing increasingly horny. The first six months of marriage, Tom had made love to her almost every night. He was a gentle and considerate lover, but he refused to experiment, and made it clear that he thought oral sex was disgusting and sinful. She had finally talked him into trying sex with her on top, but he only allowed that once in a great while, preferring the "normal" missionary position. Worst of all, his stamina was horrible. He seldom lasted longer than five minutes, and she had never had an orgasm in her married life.

And worse, the frequency of his attention had waned. If she could get him to make love to her once every two weeks, that was an improvement! As a result, the pretty young woman had begun to masturbate. She knew that it was immoral and sinful, but she simply couldn't help herself.

And she was extremely horny this morning. Ignoring all of her preparations,

Tom had climbed into bed last night, patted her and turned away. She had tried to snuggle up to him, but he ignored her and was asleep within a few minutes. She was angry, but then felt guilty for being angry. He worked hard, and she told herself that she had to be willing to share him with the church.

More frequently, she had been remembering the immoral conduct with her High

School boyfriends. She had fallen into the habit of fantasizing about those experiences. As she lay beneath the covers this morning her mind drifted back to those days, and she remembered her last boyfriend, Dave. The last time she had gone out with him, he had driven out to the local Lake. She had begun to feel guilty about what they were doing, but when he pulled her towards him, she went into his arms.

Joanna could still remember how he had kissed her and begun cupping and squeezing her breast. She had moaned into his mouth, struggling weakly, but it had felt so good that she had soon surrendered. He had played with her tits, finding the nub of her nipples through her dress and bra and gently pinching and playing with them, making the young girl squirm and moan in his arms.

As she re-lived that night, Joanna's hand drifted down her flat belly and pulled up her nightie, her hand sliding inside the waistband of her panties.

She began breathing heavily as she began teasing her wet pussy slit.

As she gently manipulated her swollen flesh, her mind remembered how Dave had taken her hand and placed it on his prick. It had felt huge, and she shuddered as she remembered how it had throbbed under her hand. She had trembled as hormones surged through her young girl's body, and after a moment she had gently squeezed his long hard prick through his slacks.

Joanna remembered how Dave had groaned when she had squeezed his prick. Just remembering how hot he had been aroused her wildly. It was wicked and sinful, but she couldn't stop thinking about how good it had been.

Dave had opened her dress. Joanna had weakly struggled against him, but her heart wasn't in it as she felt him strip her dress off of her. She had been almost faint as he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, pulling it from her body and freeing her swollen tits into the cool air.

Immediately, her nipples had hardened and lengthened, just as they were now under the covers. While Joanna kept one hand between her legs, exploring the liquid center between her slick pussy lips, her other hand reached up under her nightie and began to pinch and play with her nipples, enjoying the sensual tingles radiating from her swollen tits.

Dave had covered her tit with his mouth, gently sucking her young nipples, licking, sucking and softly biting them. Joanna had extremely sensitive breasts, and when Dave had suckled her tits, all thoughts of resistance were blown from her body. She had quietly moaned, her head thrown back, her teeth clenched and eyes closed as she thrilled to the pleasure his mouth had given her.

She didn't resist when his hands had begun exploring between her legs, massaging the front of her panties as he kept her occupied with his wonderfully sucking mouth. As she remembered Dave's finger slipping under the waistband of her panties and pressing between her swollen pussy lips, she imitated the memory of that night, sliding her own finger inside the boiling cauldron of her heated cunt.

Joanna kicked off the covers as she squirmed on the bed, lost in the heated memories of her past life. She pushed her panties down off her hips as she began lewdly fingering her throbbing pussy.

Dave had fingered her that night to a wonderful cum. It had left her weakly disoriented and she barely was aware that he had pulled her panties down and off, leaving the young High School girl naked, slouched on the seat of his car.

When her door opened, she had weakly protested as he pulled her from the car. But she was still having small after shocks from her orgasm and wasn't able to stop him. Dave picked the naked girl up and carried her over to the playground equipment by the side of the lake. The moon was bright, and he had no trouble seeing her pale naked body.

Her boyfriend had leaned her against the ladder of the slide, and the cold metal had momentarily roused her. She began to struggle against him, pushing against his chest and trying to free herself from his embrace.

"No, Dave. Stop it! Let me go! I'm naked! Please stop." she remembered whispering at him, even though the lake was deserted and no one was in sight.

But he had been too strong for her and had pushed himself against her naked body, pressing her back and ass against the cold metal steps of the ladder, kissing her as his hands stroked all over her soft flesh.

Joanna remembered that initially she had been very afraid but also very excited. The very risk of being discovered, terrified her, but it also added an element of excitement as her boyfriend kissed and touched her naked body.

She had stopped pleading with him, instead whimpering and mewling as he began re-stoking the fired deep in the pit of her belly. Again, his finger had slipped up inside her pussy, and his mouth began furiously suckling one of her breasts!

Joanna lay on her bed fantasizing, completely lost in her memories. She quickly pushed her panties down her legs, kicking until she was able to pull one leg from them. She spread her legs as wide as possible, her panties loosely hanging off one ankle as she lifted her spread legs and began finger fucking her pulsating cunt. She was gasping and moaning loudly in the privacy of her empty house as she replayed that night.

The naked young High School Senior was draped against the metal ladder of the slide. her arms were entwined in the ladder railing and she had arched her back, pushing her sensitive tits into Dave's sucking mouth and probing hands.

She had trembled when his mouth moved off her swollen breasts, down her ribs and over her flatly taut belly. She was holding her breath as his mouth moved lower, both terrified and excited at what she anticipated. She felt his breath gently blowing against her wiry pussy hair.

Joanna had read about and heard of girls and women who had had their pussys licked. But she had never experienced it. She grabbed hold of the railing harder as she felt Dave's hands sweep her thighs apart, his hands supporting and cupping her ass cheeks as he lifted her legs onto his shoulder, opening up the sweet, wet recesses of her body.

Thinking back, she wondered that no one had heard the loud scream that had come from her open mouth that night when she felt the thrill of a mans tongue worming inside her cunt for the very first time. At the time she hadn't cared, for the explosion of pleasure had completely rocked her body.

She had not been prepared for the cum that had blasted instantly through her body, and if Dave had not caught her, Joanna might have hurt herself as she shook and shuddered, pinned against the ladder as her boyfriend had wildly licked her throbbing pussy.

Joanna was writhing wildly on the bed, her hands working between her legs, feeling so hot she thought she would pass out. She pulled her nightie from her body, tearing it in the process but not caring. She was now naked on her own bed, fingering her pussy as she remembered what Dave had done to her. A mixture of excitement and shame tore through her. She knew that she was acting sinful, like a whore, a slut without shame, but she couldn't help it.

If anyone could see her now, they would know how wicked and evil she was, but the demands of her gorgeous body were simply too strong.

That night, she had become hoarse as she alternately screamed and whimpered, sobbing as her boyfriend licked and sucked her widely spread pussy in the most obscene manner possible. Joanna knew that she should be ashamed of herself as she remembered that night, but instead she was highly aroused, excited again at the passion which had been released in her young body.

Keeping her pinned against the ladder, he had then ripped open his pants with one hand, the other holding her up, exposing his prick. Once again, the quiet calmness of the lake was shattered by the scream of the young teen girl as he thrust his cock inside of her heated and wet cunt, forcing her flesh aside as his prick sought the heated wet depths of her tender body.

Joanna had wrapped her legs around his waist as Dave began pounding up inside of her, driving her body against the hard, unyielding metal of the ladder. Undoubtedly she would be bruised later, but she hadn't cared. That night she had been more excited than at any time in her young life. Feeling the huge prick ripping and plundering deep into the liquid wetness of her body had completely wrecked her mind. She had rutted just like an animal, a bitch in heat!

She had felt like the most wicked woman in the world. Nakedly spread in public, screaming and sobbing as a man made love to her…no, she said to herself…had fucked her!

Just thinking about the dirty word sent a thrill of wicked delight through Joanna's body as she writhed wantonly on the bed, her fingers a blur as she fingered her pussy desperately.

Dave had fucked Joanna at the lake for almost thirty minutes, bringing her to two orgasms. When he finally began spurting his hot cum inside her, Joanna could feel the small spurts against the interior walls of her pussy, and just thinking about how nasty she was to be letting him cum inside of her made her cream for the third time.

That was the last time she had had sex with anyone but her husband. She had been so ashamed and disgusted by her wanton behavior that night that she vowed to be a "good girl" from then on. She tried to forget the incredible sensation of a prick sliding in and out of her young pussy, and she was able to repress those feelings, burying them deep inside her mind. She resisted masturbating but every couple of months gave in to the urge.

Joanna thrust her hips upwards into her wriggling fingers and loudly groaned as a small cum wracked her beautiful young body. She would have admitted that she was disgusting. But any male watching her would have unable to keep from thinking how beautifully feminine the gorgeous blonde was as her writhing slowly lessened and her gasping breathing slowed to normal.

Joanna lowered her legs, stretching them as she pulled her finger from her pussy. Doing so made a wet sound, and she flushed, embarrassed at once again having lost control.

Miserably, the beautiful young wife remembered how excited she had been before her wedding. And her wedding had been wonderful! But the wedding night…it was something else. Tom had been a virgin, and he never suspected that she wasn't either. She admitted red-faced that she had broken her hymen while riding horses in High School, and he had trustingly believed her. She still felt bad thinking about how she had lied to him.

While he had been inexperienced, he certainly had demonstrated enthusiasm, which had given her hope. He had kissed her and been very tender. She had offerred him her breasts, and he had kissed and suckled them. She had loved feeling his mouth on her breast! She had been too embarrassed to suggest that he go down on her. She knew that he considered any kind of oral sex as

'dirty'. When he had slipped his prick inside of her, she had been mildly disappointed in his size, but she had quickly forgotten that as he began to thrust in and out of her. She loved him and anticipated a wonderful fuck.

However, within two minutes he had gasped, and she felt him cum inside of her. She had comforted him, telling him that in talking with some of her married girlfriends, that the first time for men always went quickly. She took hold of his prick and slowly stroked him as she pushed her naked body against his. After five minutes or so, he was ready to go again. As he moved on top of her and slipped inside her body, she prepared herself for a nice long session of having her husband make love to her. However, within a few minutes, he once again was shooting his cum inside her.

He rolled off her gasping. She had held him, and he had kissed her saying

"Thank You. I love you!" And then he had quickly fallen asleep, leaving her to stew quietly, unfulfilled and disappointed.

She had fervently hoped that things would get better sexually. But Tom rarely lasted more than five minutes, grunting as he shot inside of her, and invariably rolling over, telling her how much he loved her. She began to hate hearing those words, and she felt horribly guilty because of it. He no longer suckled her breasts. Sometimes he'd rub them, but usually, he had only one thought in mind, to climb on her and rapidly get his rocks off.

After six months, Tom only made love to her twice a week. After a year, he only made love to her every couple of weeks. And during the last three months, he had made love to her a total of twice. She knew that she loved him, but she was going out of her mind with the desparate need to be satisfied sexually.

Deciding to stop the self pity, Joanna slid out of bed, standing naked on the carpet as she stretched in a vaguely feline manner. She was the image of a goddess, although she didn't realize it. Her breasts were perfectly rounded without a hint of sag. When she put her arms over her head and stretched, her breasts appeared larger than they normally did, her nipples chocolate nubs in the rounded pink of her aureole. Her legs were long, firm and supple, her pussy hair trimmed closely. Joanna had a firm and perfectly molded bubble ass, the kind men drooled over. Her long blonde hair was curly and cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes were large sky blue pools, and her mouth full and generous with perfect teeth.

The frustrated young wife walked to the bathroom to take her shower. Little did she know that today her life was going to change.

Chapter Two

Rick Harris had been working at the church for six months. He had presented himself as a transient wanting a fresh start and interested in religion.

Having been raised in a conservative Christian family, he knew the correct terminology, and he had ingratiated himself with the Sr. Pastor, Reverend

Stevens.

As a result, he had been hired as the janitor for the huge old structure. He had become quite familiar with the levels of hallways, classrooms, storage rooms, boiler room, and a number of quite remote places that no one had been to in ages. He found that the actual janitor duties took only an hour a day if he applied himself. However, he took his time most days, poking into dusty corners and behind rusty filing cabinets. He had already found various antiques which he had cleaned up and pawned, making him $12,000 richer.

Rick was in his late twenties, and was ruggedly good looking. But while he gave the impression of being a devout seeker, his mind was filled with visions of girls and women he had known in the past. And every Monday,

Wednesday and Friday mornings at 10:00 he would make sure he was working in the area of the secondary gym. The Sweetheart Soldiers conducted their aerobics class at that time. Half of them were older women who held no interest to Rick.

However, several were firm and nicely built. But Rick's eyes mostly searched out the secret curves and softly rounded edges of Mrs. Joanna Gee. She never dressed in anything revealing, but nothing could hide the fact that she was incredibly built. He loved to watch her stretching, her legs spread, and her incredible ass parted. Rick had fantasized plenty about Mrs. Gee.

He knew that her husband was one of the Junior Preachers. But he also recognized that she was a hottie. He arrogantly knew that if he could get in her panties, he could make her love it.

Rick had raped various girls over the years. But he was always careful to choose those he thought wouldn't say anything later. He had never been accused of anything, for the girls had either been too scared, or they had loved it. He loved to make them squeal as he plowed their sweet little girl furrows.

He had fantasized about Joanne Gee for an hour as he pretended to be working on an electrical outlet. Class ended and several of the women, including

Mrs. Gee were visiting. Saying goodbye, they split up. Rick was surprised when Joanna Gee walked towards him smiling, a towel around her shoulders.

Holding out her hand, she said "Hi, I'm Joanna Gee. My husband is the Sr.

High Youth Minister here. You're Rick, right? She was smiling at him as he took her hand.

"Yes, that's right. Uh, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes!" she said. "I understand that there is an old exercise bike somewhere in one of the basement rooms. We were wondering if you knew where it was?

We'd like to bring it up here and use during our class." She was smiling brightly at the darkly handsome man. She saw him quickly glance at her body, and a tingle of arousal tickled her belly. She castigated herself for reacting that way. He wasn't being lascivious or anything, he was just being a man.

"Well, Mrs. Gee, I do know where it is, but I'll need some help moving it.

If you'd care to give me a hand, we'll go get it right now!" He smiled at her beneficently, easing the tiny doubt that she had.

Pausing only a second, she laughed "Well sure. I guess helping get it up here is the kind of exercise we're all looking for!"

Rick thought darkly "Honey, you're definitely going to get your exercise today"

Joanna followed the janitor down several flights of stairs and along several dank corridors. She had not realized the old complex was so huge! Finally, they reached the end of a long corridor, and Rick opened a heavy wooden door, holding it for her.

"The light is just inside the door, Mrs. Gee" he said kindly. Joanna stepped through the doorway, feeling along the wall for the switch. Finding it, she flipped it on.

A look of confusion crossed the beautiful wife's face as she looked around the room. She didn't see any exercise bike. Instead there was a table in the corner with a TV on it, a couple of chairs. a large mattress on the floor, and a small refrigerator.

"Uhh…what place is this? I don't see an exercise bike" Joanna said as she turned to face Rick who had stepped into the room.

"Well actually, you're right, there is no bike. But this IS a great room for a work out." He was grinning, and the look on his face worried Joanna. He reached behind him, shutting the door. He picked up a combination lock laying on a table beside the door, and clicked it shut on the door. The sound of the lock clicking in the room was loud to her ears.

She took a step back as the Janitor leered at her. She watched his hands move to his blue work shirt and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"What…what are you doing?" Joanna exclaimed, her beautiful eyes opening wide as she watched the janitor unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscular hairless chest. He peeled out of the shirt and flexed his muscles.

"Oh, I'm just getting ready for a little work out I have planned." Rick smirked.

Joanna gasped at the implication of his actions and words. "Stop that! Stop that right now!" She loudly commanded him. But he simply smiled, ignoring her as he continued peeling off his clothes.

But even as she tried to combat the fear, Joanna felt her body beginning to respond to the visual stimulation before her. He had kicked off his shoes and taken off his socks.

Straightening up, he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his work jeans. Joanna couldn't keep her eyes off of his hands as he pushed his jeans down his legs. She noticed how muscular his legs were, but her eyes were mostly clinging to the briefs he was wearing.

Joanna almost fainted as she tried to estimate the length of the enormous bulge behind his briefs. She didn't have to wait long, for he shoved his briefs down his legs, bending and hiding his prick, but then standing up, fully and completely naked.

Joanna was trembling like a leaf. The man was a Greek god. His prick was half erect already, and she could see the glisten of pre cum on the tip. He wrapped his hand around it and began obscenely stroking himself as his hot eyes looked at her. He was ENORMOUS! She was unable to suppress the shudder of lust that went through her body. "No" she screamed to herself as she tried to stifle the sensations beginning to pound through her body!

Joanna realized that she had been staring at the mans throbbing prick.

Loudly, she hissed. "Stop that! Put your clothes back on this instant!" But he didn't pay attention to her, and simply smiled as his eyes crawled up and down her body.

"I'll scream!" Joanna said softly as her eyes remain locked upon his slowly stroking hand.

"When you get my prick up your sweet little cunt, I bet you'll do lots of screaming, Mrs. Gee!"

Chuckling, Rick said "I've tested this room. I've had a ghetto blaster going full bore, and no one can hear a peep. And since you don't know the combination to this lock, I think its safe to say that we're going to be alone for a while."

"Oh No…please don't. I-I'm a married woman! My husband is a preacher here"

Joanna whimpered as she backed up against the table.

Struggling to pull herself together, Joanna said in a louder, more calm voice. "Rick…you know this is rape. Do you want to go to jail? Think about it. If you do this, you'll be arrested and go to prison."

Rick just grinned at her. Then his face took on a mock serious expression.

"Oh Reverend Stevens, I tried so hard to resist her. But she was between me and the door. And, Reverend Thomas, she took her clothes off right there in front of me! I didn't want to touch her, but I was too weak. She was begging me to do things to her. But I swear, Reverend Thomas…I didn't rape her!"

Joanna was shocked as she visualized Rick putting on this act for the Sr.

Pastor, Reverend Stevens. He was utterly convincing.

Grinning again, he said, "They might not completely believe me. Hell, I might even lose my job! But it will just be your word against mine. And I think its worth it to spend some time fucking that sweet little cunt of yours!"

Joanna felt a spasm of wicked pleasure between her legs as the naked man used the vulgar obscenity.

"Jail?" he laughed at her. "I don't think so, lady. I will just be your word against mine. And I'll be sure and put doubts about you in the minds of everyone who talks to me. They won't know whether to think I'm a lying bastard or that you're a hot assed tramp. So, Mrs. Joanna Gee, you're going to get fucked, and my money is betting you'll keep quiet about it."

Joanna felt panic within her heart. The janitor was right! Most would believe her, but they would also harbor just a twinge of doubt about her, including her husband! And some would believe Rick! He was utterly believable spouting his lies!

"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Its up to you. If need be, I'll beat the hell out of you and then fuck you. Or you can avoid the blood and pain and simply do what I tell you. The choice is yours! Now, why don't you strip out of those clothes and give me a look at that hot little body of yours!" He leaned back against the door, folding his hands across his chest, his prick throbbing and pointed at her, bobbing softly.

"Oh please…no, don't make me do this!" Joanna cried out. She was confused and torn. There was no way to escape that she could see. But added to her fear was the realization that she was going to have sex. That realization was like a wildfire igniting her sexual side. She knew that her nipples had become swollen, and she knew that the moisture between her legs was not sweat.

Rick sighed loudly. "OK bitch, if that's how you want it, I guess I'll have to smack you around a bit!"

"No..no, I'll do what you say!" Joanna mumbled as she watched the man move away from the door. He paused.

"K, lets start easy. Get out of those tennis shoes and socks." he said, grinning at her.

Joanna was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was being forced to undress for this man who was not her husband. She was embarrassed and humiliated, and knew that she should feel only shame. But the lewd thought of exposing her body to him made her body feel ripely swollen.

She sat down on the chair and slowly untied her tennis shoes, pulling them off. His eyes glistened as he watched her legs, her smooth and unblemished thighs revealed to him. She pushed down her white anklet socks, and then sat up, looking at him miserably.

"That's good, Mrs. Gee. Now stand up, and lets get rid of those shorts next."

Joanna felt faint as she stood up. Turning away from him, she pushed the waist band of her shorts down off her curved hips, lower down her thighs, and then bent and pushed them down her legs to pool on the floor. Her white panties were visible for only an instant however, since the oversize tee shirt she wore fell around her hips. She was mortified. And at the same time, she was aroused and excited like she hadn't been for months. She hated herself for that weakness.

"OK beautiful, now turn around and pull that shirt up and hold it around your waist. I wanna get a good look at those pretty panties of your!" Rick had again wrapped his hand around his prick, very slowly stroking it as his eyes crawled over her body.

Turning aroudn and closing her eyes, Joanna reached for the bottom of her tee shirt.

"No, open your eyes" He shouted, shocking the beautiful young wife.

"You look at me, bitch. Don't you hide your eyes."

Joanna opened her eyes, and as she lifted her shirt, she couldn't repress a barely audible whimper as she exposed her panties to the man.

Her panties were white and thin, and he could see the darkness of her pussy hair through them. He could hardly wait to open those thighs up and thrust his prick inside of her. Joanna gasped as she saw a thin dribble of precum leak from the head of his prick as he shuddered with lust for her.

"Turn around" he said hoarsely.

Joanna blushed as she slowly turned around, showing the man her panty clad bottom.

"Damn!" she heard him whisper, and his obvious arousal inflamed the heat that was building inside of her body. She couldn't lose control! This was wrong! She should be kicking and screaming! Her mind was at war with her body.

There was a huskiness to his voice as she said "OK, lose the shirt, and make it snappy!"

Knowing there was no recourse, Joanna pulled her shirt up, revealing her white bra encasing her gorgeous breasts. She pulled the shirt up over her head and then stood there holding it limply at her side until she let it drop to the floor. She was dressed only in her panties and bra, standing before this stranger, exposed to his view.

She looked at his eyes and almost saw them glow as his eyes crawled over her body. She hated herself as she stood before him. She was hotly aroused and seeing him staring at her body like that only stoked those flames even higher! This was RAPE!!! She needed to start acting like it.

And then…he was walking towards her. She trembled in fear and excitement.

"Ohhh no, please don't…please leave me alone" she whimpered half heartedly. Reaching her, he put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her beautiful eyes.

Softly, almost gently, he said "I want your hands on my prick, Mrs. Gee.

Wrap your fingers around me. Put them around the cock that you're going to take inside your body…the prick that is going to fuck you!"

Joanna felt her pussy lips, already swollen with blood, contract wildly as she listened to his filthy words. She was quickly losing control of herself.

She was repulsed at being forced, but she craved touching his huge prick.

Shaking, she reached out with both hands, and gasped as her fingers wrapped around the silky smoothness of his prick. She felt it throb underneath her hands and he opened his mouth and groaned. It was so incredibly hot!

"Ohhh, you sweet bitch! That feels so good!" he said.

For an instant, Joanna remembered how much Dave had enjoyed her holding his prick that night at the lake, and she felt shame knowing that she enjoyed the response of this man who was going to rape her. She was acting like a slut, but she couldn't help herself.

His hands brushed her bra straps off her shoulder, leaving them hanging on the sides of her arms. he leaned forward, and she didn't resist when he pressed his mouth to hers. She wanted to resist, to object to him and refuse him. She kept her mouth closed, gaining a small moral victory. But, she told herself, she was also squeezing his huge tube of flesh in her tiny hands.

The thought of holding another mans prick in her hands added to the flame inside her, and without conscious thought she groaned, opening her mouth, and feeling the janitors tongue invade hers, licking all around the inside of her mouth. It was a wild, ravaging kind of kiss that she had never experienced from her husband. Clinging to his prick, Joanna sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Rick was overjoyed! He had fully expected to have to use violence against

Joanna Gee. He had been prepared to tie her up and restrain her in order to violate her body. But she was some hot assed bitch, and her lack of aggressive resistance not only delighted him, it also caused him to anticipate how he could enjoy her beyond today.

Damn! Her hand had begun stroking his prick. She was his for the taking!

Roughly, his hands moved behind her, and he fumbled with the catch of her bra. Being impatient and encountering resistance, he finally just pulled the elastic until it broke. He pushed her bra down and it fell down her arms, dangling around her wrists as she refused to give up holding and squeezing his enormous cock.

Taking her by the shoulders, he took a step back, pulling her along with him. He pushed her hands from his prick, and sat down on a chair, putting his hands on her hips.

"Mrs. Gee, you've got some gorgeous little titties. Put your hands under them and hold them while I give you a little titty suck."

Joanna was unable to think clearly. The voices in her mind that had called her to resist and reject this horrible sin had been drowned out by the demands of her body to satisfy the raging hunger between her legs. And it had been so long since her breasts had been suckled, she trembled with anticipation.

She cupped her breasts, lifting them as if offering them like a delicate morsel on a platter. She loudly groaned when Rick's mouth closed over one of her stiff nipples. His hands had cupped the sweet cheeks of her ass and were squeezing and stroking her as he began feasting on her swollen tits. Like a child in a candy store unable to make up his mind, Rick switched from one breast to the other as he suckled her.

It felt so good to the young wife. She no longer cared about anything except the pleasure that was washing through her body in waves. After months of being frustrated, she was being treated to a buffet of sexual pleasure.

Feeling the mans hands and mouth loving her body were driving her insane with passion.

Joanna was loudly whimpering and gasping. She felt his teeth close around the base of one of her nipples, gently holding it immobile. And then his tongue began wildly lashing her sensitive nub and she began squirming in delight, shoving her chest against his sucking mouth, which inadvertently pushed her ass into his groping hands.

She was being molested in the most vile manner, and Joanna loved it. She loved it! At the moment she didn't care that it was a sin, that it was immoral or wrong. The act of giving herself sexually to a man who wasn't her husband should have shamed her. But she simply could not resist him.

At last, he pulled his mouth from her hotly throbbing tits, releasing a nipple with a soft wet "plop" from his mouth.

"Mrs. Gee, I'm going to pull down your panties now" Rick said, looking up into her face.

Joanna flushed furiously. Though her body had betrayed her, she was still able to feel humiliation at what was happening to her.

"Mrs. Gee, tell me what's going to happen after I pull down your panties!"

She knew he was enjoying teasing her. He wanted to shame her, to degrade and humiliate the beautiful young wife.

"Oh please, Rick…please don't do this. If you have to-to rape me, then please get it over with quickly!" She sounded brave to her ears, but he only laughed.

"Come on bitch, you know what I want. Now, what is going to happen when I pull down your little panties?" He said to her.

"Y-you're going to m-make love to me" She whispered, her face a hot red color. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

He laughed loudly! "Oh really. So are you in love with me?" he asked.

Shaking her head, she replied "No, I'm not!"

"Well Mrs. Gee, I'm not in love with you either. So I guess it won't be making love then. So what's going to happen? And stop pissing around. You know what I want to hear!"

Joanna's heart was racing. Never in her lifetime, not even in anger, had she ever used the F-word. But she knew what he wanted. It was nasty and lewd, but she thrilled as for the first time ever, she said the word. "You're going to f-fuck me".

Smiling, he grinned at her, saying "That's right, Mrs. Gee. I'm going to strip your little married body naked, and I'm going to pull your married legs apart and I'm going to fuck that sweet little married pussy you have between your legs."

Joanna shuddered at the lewd words she was hearing, but those very words charged her unfaithful body, increasing her craving to be used. He was right! She was married, and she should be faithful to her husband. But just thinking about how unsatisfying he had been made her bitterly surrender to this man. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her!

Rick dropped to his knees, his hands reaching for the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down her hips, and Joanna whimpered in shame as her last piece of clothing was stripped from her body, leaving her completely exposed and naked before the man. She yelped when he suddenly picked her up in his arms, cradling her, his hands under her ass and back as she clung to him.

And yet, feeling his strong arms carrying her over to the mattress, Joanna began to anticipate him using her hot naked body.

He gently placed her on the mattress. Joanna lay back, her hair spread on the mattress, her naked breasts holding their form on her chest, her nipples like twin bullets balanced on her breasts. Rick moved between her legs, taking her slim ankles in his hands.

He lifted her legs up in the air, pulling them apart. She groaned as she saw his eyes zero in on her wetly splayed pussy. No one had ever seen her so exposed, not even her husband. She flushed in shame, but at the same time was thrilled at the naked lust she saw in his eyes.

"Shit, you're beautiful" he said as he carefully examined her cunt, making the blonde beauty squirm in passion.

He moved forward and she felt his huge, hot cock shaft pressed against her cunt and her lower belly. He was bending her legs back, keeping them pulled far apart. Her knees bent and pressed against her tits as he settled the weight of his body down on he, her body bent double.

She could feel his prick throbbing against her belly, sandwiched between them. Her ankles were above his shoulders, pressing against his neck. He kissed her, and she helplessly kissed him back. He was a good kisser, and she found herself responding to him in spite of herself.

As he kissed her, she felt him slowly pushing his hips forward and back. The length of his prick was resting along the canal of her spread pussy, and the friction of his hardened shaft rubbing up and down her pussy lips make

Joanna moan from the pleasure. Within a minute she was trying to shove her hips back at him, rubbing herself against his hardened tool as she kissed him with abandonment.

Joanna had wanted and needed to be fucked like this for such a long time.

With a final whimper, she surrendered herself to the janitor completely, giving herself to him, focused only upon feeling his huge thickness invading her throbbing pussy. She simply gave up, and began drowning in the pool of lust that had overtaken her own body.

She was gripping him tightly, sucking his tongue, mewling up into his mouth.

She was ready for him to fuck her. She could hardly stand the teasing. She wanted to feel his prick plunging inside her body! Her hips began churning frantically as she wildly sucked his tongue.

Gasping, he pulled his mouth from hers! Almost pleading, he said "Tell me, Mrs. Gee. What do you want? What do you want?"

Frantically, Joanna whispered, "Oh Rick, Fuck me. Ooohhhh, fuck me with your prick!" almost babbling in her wanton lust.

Raising his hips, he told her, "Put your hand around my prick, Mrs. Gee.

Guide me into your sweet little pussy. Put my cock into your cunt" he whispered savagely.

Sobbing, she immediately reached for his prick, her hand gripping it tightly, loving the power she felt in the hot, silky rod of flesh. She placed the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her pussy, feeling her tightly stretched pussy lips reluctantly part to admit the head of his prick. Her mouth opened, gasping as she felt the hot presence, her eyes clenched shut.

Hissing, he said "Open your eyes, Mrs. Gee. I want to look in your eyes when you feel my prick fucking up your hot cunt!" His words only inflamed her.

She opened her eyes wide, looking into his ruggedly handsome face. Passion began to contort her face as she felt him begin slowly entering her pussy.

Her mouth was open, and her tongue was rapidly flickering round and round her lips. She kept looking into his eyes as she felt more and more of his huge prick pushing inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she cried out as the final inches slipped inside her. Joanna had never felt so full! His beautiful prick was buried deep inside her body, and she was reveling in the joy of being fucked. He simply held himself there. She gasped when she felt his shaft flex, and she was unable to keep her pussy muscles from clenching his shaft in response. For several minutes, he kept the beautiful young wife pinned to the mattress, playing her body as he contiued flexing his huge cock in her tight pussy, eliciting groans and contractions of her cuntal muscles around his deeply buried shaft.

He could see the naked power of lust in her eyes as he flexed his prick over and over. He had never dreamed that she would be so sexy, so hot! He could tell that despite her best efforts at resisting, she was ready to be thoroughly fucked.

She desperately wanted him to begin fucking her. The teasing throbs were pleasant, but she craved to feel his prick sliding in and out of her. Her hips were moving as far as possible, trying to fuck herself up onto his immobile prick.

Grinning wickedly, he whispered "So Mrs. Gee, do you like my prick?"

"ohhhhhhhhh' she said, ashamed and humiliated as she continued trying to move her hips up and down on his cock.

Pulling his hips back, his prick slid out of her heated wet hole. "Do you know how fuckable you are?" he said. He then slid back inside her, causing her to groan from the pleasure. Over and over, he slowly pulled his prick from her and then shoved it back inside her heated, wet cunt. Each time he would humiliate her. "Your pussy is soooo wet, Mrs. Gee; Feel my balls on your ass, Mrs. Gee?; I bet your husband never fucks you like this, does he, Mrs. Gee."

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh Rick, please shut up! Just Fuck me!" she almost shouted.

Laughing, he stopped teasing her. Reaching underneath her, he grabbed her ass and began roughly slamming his prick inside of the beautiful blonde, causing her to begin crying out in lust. She only hoped he would last long enough to give her a cum.

Five minutes later, Joanna Gee came like a fountain, gushing her pussy juices all over the prick that continued slapping inside her wet cunt. She sobbed, her cunt squeezing his prick, her nipples exploding with pleasure as she uncontrollably shook underneath the man.

He acted as though he had not noticed. He simply continued fucking her with his beautiful large cock. He varied his stroke and angle, sometimes plunging all the way into her, other times rapidly fucking her with short quick strokes.

A minute after her orgasm, she began weakly fucking back at him, amazed and grateful that he had not yet emptied his cum inside of her.

Ten minutes later, Joanna began screaming as her second orgasm roared through her body. She was bucking so hard, she almost threw Rick off of her spasming body. This orgasm was stronger than the first, and she felt as if the top of her head were being lifted off as explosions of pleasure rocketed throughout her body.

She collapsed once again underneath him, but again he continued plowing into her body. She was stunned! Tiredly, she began once again to push her hips against his wonderfully pistoning prick. The liquid sounds of their fucking were loud in the room, and Joanna knew that her crotch was a messy, sticky mound. But even as she recovered from her previous cum, she felt herself again begin reaching for release.

When she felt one of his fingers search between the wet cheeks of her widely spread ass, her eyes flew open and she wildly began struggling.

"Nooooooooooo!" she cried out. It was horribly shameful to be raped, and even worse to actually cum from it. But what he was doing was disgusting and the dirtiest things she could imagine.

However, he only grinned at her. She felt him slipping his fingers alongside her cunt, and then she felt his wet finger pressing against her bottom hole…her anus! She was crying now, humiliated and ashamed as never before.

"please don't, please don't, Ohhhhh, please don't!" she screamed. Groaning, she sobbed as she felt her tight asshole slowly give way under the relentless pressure of his finger. He continued fucking her, and the conflicting feelings were driving her mad.

His finger popped inside her ass, and he simply wiggled it deep within her rectum as he fucked the girl rapidly, knowing that he was within seconds of filling her up with his hot sperm.

Something snapped inside of Joanna when she felt his finger pop into her rectum. Her whole body contracted, every muscle clenching tightly as she arched her back, shoving her hips against his prick and finger.

Nothing had prepared Joanna for the kind of multi-orgasmic experience that began. Over and over, waves of intense orgasm wracked her shaking body. She screamed repeatedly, unable to control her response. Her pussy began a rhythmic rippling along the length of Rick's prick, and he felt her sphincter clamp shut on the tip of his finger.

All of it was enough to make him cum. He felt his balls contract, and then the hot liquid of his sperm raced along the tube of his prick and began exploding inside of the married woman's cunt. Glob after glob of his thick cum splashed inside of her, filling her up, and beginning to leak out around his prick which was plugged deeply inside her.

Joanna was wildly babbling as her body slowly began to relax, her orgasms lessening, leaving her completely and totally drained. Rick released her legs, allowing them to fall to the side. He lay on top of her, however, luxuriating as his prick soaked in the heated juices of her pussy.

He was blown away. Never had he encountered such a completely uninhibited fuck! He eased his finger from her asshole, and slowly pulled his prick from her sticky pussy, falling to the side of her. They lay on the mattress looking at the ceiling as their bodies recovered from the strenous fuck.

Joanna's heart was still pounding wildly, her breathing still labored as she tried to recover. She had a smile on her face as she floated in the pink aftermath of the most incredible orgasm she had ever had. She had never realized that her body could feel like this. After-shocks of pleasure kept her nipples hard, and her pussy lips twitched with pleasure every once in a while.

But then, inevitably, she began to realize what she had done. Of course, she had been raped! Or…had she. Joanna knew that it was the greatest sex she had ever had and probably would ever have! But as she thought about her husband, shame and humiliation overwhelmed her, and she began to softly cry.

She had acted like a slut, and she couldn't forgive herself. She wallowed in self pity and self hatred. Rick watched for a minute, and then gathered her in his arms. She didn't resist, but he noted that the fire between her legs was out…at least for the time being.

"Mrs. Gee…Joanna. Don't feel bad!" he whispered soothingly.

She cried bitterly against his chest. "You don't understand. I'm a whore! I-I didn't fight you. Oh, I'm so ashamed!" She said as he stroked her hair and naked back.

"Joanna…you are beautiful, and you are the sexiest woman I have ever been with…And, I've been with a lot!" he said, looking at her.

While his words might have soothed her pride, they did nothing to stop the self recrimination.

Finally, she pushed against him.

"Please…Please let me go now. Please!" She said

He lay on the mattress, not trying to stop her as she picked up her clothes and shakily climbed back into them. Her tears had stopped but she was clearly miserable. She began walking to the door and then stopped.

"Please unlock the door." she said, her voice weary and sad.

Standing, he walked to the door. He dialed the combination and pulled off the lock. But then he turned and leaned against the door, blocking her exit.

She gasped as she looked at his still naked body, for slowly lifting between his legs was his prick! She continued watching it, a sick fascination in her eyes.

"Come here, Mrs. Gee" Rick said.

She stumbled forward. He took her hand, pulling it towards him and once again her hand was filled with the living, throbbing hardness of his prick.

Joanna moaned and tears formed in her eyes as she felt her body beginning to respond once again to this man.

"Listen to me" he said, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You are a sexual person, a gorgeous woman. You were made for sex. Your body is feminine and sexy beyond belief, and you are more responsive than any woman I've ever known. So don't beat yourself up for that."

She felt his prick beginning to flex in her hand, and she couldn't resist gently squeezing it. She WAS a slut! The thought made her incredibly miserable.

"Now, you go home like a good little wifey. Get cleaned up and make hubby some supper. And don't worry. I won't tell anyone what a hot little bitch you are. Just remember to keep your little pussy warm, cause I just might want to use it again! And remember, if you try to "report" me, I'll claim you came on to me. " he leered at her, making her shudder.

"Now kiss me goodbye. I'll be dreaming about your hot naked little body!" He bent down and kissed her, his hands cupping her breasts through her tee shirt, pinching her nipples. She opened her mouth and he kissed her deeply.

She moaned and stroked his prick, unable to resist him!

Breaking the kiss, he said "You better get your cute little ass out of here or I'm gonna nail it to that mattress again with that prick you're squeezing so tight."

Joanna blushed in shame, but the thought of being fucked again caused her pussy to twitch with anticipation.

She stumbled from the room when he unlocked the door. As she got farther and farther from the room, she felt worse and worse. Crying and sobbing, she found a ladies room and spent fifteen minutes crying her heart out.

She knew that she would never tell anyone. She couldn't stand being questioned, and knew that she couldn't lie if they had asked her if she had been raped. Because even though he had forced her at first, Joanna knew that it had turned from rape into an incredibly hot rutting session. And she was just as much to blame as he was.

Chapter Three

Joanna had returned home, feeling dirty and sick of heart. She was so upset that she had thrown up in her bathroom, disgusted with her conduct. She wearily climbed into the shower and spent 45 minutes scrubbing herself, trying to restore cleanliness to her heart. In the end, she lay on her bed and cried her eyes out for an hour.

Finally, she cleaned herself up, made supper and waited in dread for Tom to get home. When he entered the house, he greeted her quickly and then sat in his EZ chair reading the paper. She didn't say much during dinner but he didn't seem to notice.

That night, for the first time, Joanna was hoping that Tom wouldn't touch her. She received her wish and within ten minutes, he was asleep, snoring away. She lay awake most of the night, wrestling with the depression that threatened to wreck her heart.

The next morning, Tom went to work, and she was left alone. Though depressed, Joanna vowed that she would work hard to be a better wife to Tom.

She was compensating for the guilt she felt, but she didn't know what else to do. She lost herself in house cleaning, and that evening had a great meal prepared. She had also done her makeup and looked great. But Tom was an hour late, and when he came in, he was angry about some committee he had struggled with. He didn't even notice that she had done anything special.

Again, within minutes of getting into bed, he was snoring.

As the days passsed, Joanna began to feel better. She constantly talked to herself about the need to be a good woman, to work hard at helping others.

Sunday came and she sat with her husband at church. Everyone was friendly and she enjoyed seeing some of her friends. She confessed her sin in her heart, and after church felt much better. However, after church several of the elders came to Tom, asking him to stay for a lengthy meeting.

Tom kissed Joanna on the cheek and told her to go ahead and go home without him. She was left looking at his back as he and the other men left for another part of the building to conduct their important meeting.

Joanna had her head down, thinking about Tom as she walked down the hall to the parking lot. She almost bumped into someone standing by the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I…" she started to say as she looked up. Her face drained of color as she recognized Rick. He was dressed nicely, and she was surprised. She had never seen him at church.

Politely, he said "Why hello there, Mrs. Gee. And how are you doing today?" smiling at her politely

"I-I have to go" she said, attempting to brush by him.

However, he stepped in front of her blocking her way to the door. There was no one in the hallway, and Joanna took a step back, fear flashing through her.

"Well, lets not be in a rush, sweet thing. I heard there's a big meeting among the staff, and its going to last a few hours. Looks like your hubby isn't going to be able to take care of you for a while. Lucky for you I came along." He was leering at her, and she thought she might faint.

Stepping close to her, he whispered, "Tell me Mrs. Gee, do you remember how good it felt when I was sucking on your titties? Remember how hard your nipples were?"

Hearing his lewd words, Joanna could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen. She could feel her body again begin to respond to the authority of the man in front of her.

Whispering, her eyes wide in fright, she said "please don't…not again…please just leave me alone!"

Smiling, he said, "Or maybe you remember how it felt when I slipped you the prick! Hell, lady, I remember! Your were shouting and screaming like a wild woman."

Tears began to glisten in Joanna's eyes. His crude words were like gasoline thrown on a fire. The wicked, lewd images in her mind made her body shake.

She felt weak, oh so weak.

Taking her by the elbow, he turned her and began steering her down the hallway.

"Don't go with him!" she screamed to herself, but her legs were rubbery as she let him push and steer her down various stairs and hallways.

Rick had slipped his arm around her and was gently pushing against the small of her back. She gasped when his hand moved down over one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. Though tears were running from her eyes, Joanna couldn't make herself stop. She knew what was going to happen to her, but the hot bitch nature within her had taken control. Shame, embarrassment and humiliation all assaulted her senses, but the stronger part of her could hardly wait to feel his cock penetrating the deepest recesses of her body.

Finally, he pushed open a door, and shut it behind them. There wasn't a lock on the door, but Joanna knew that it wasn't needed anymore. Despite all of her self talks and vows to never give in to the raging lust between her legs, she had quickly been dominated by this man, and stood submissively before him.

The room contained a large oval table and several chairs and filing cabinets. The table was covered with a heavy cloth.

Without a word, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress. She shuddered when his lips pressed against the smooth skin of her shoulder, kissing her and then licking her skin. He loved how she smelled, and he gently kissed the side of her neck.

Joanna wished that he would be violent with her, to rape her. It was much worse for him to be gentle, almost kind and tender, for it fanned the flames of her desire. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck over and over, and she couldn't stifle the moans of pleasure his mouth were drawing out of her. Tom never kissed her like this anymore, and she simply melted under

Rick's hands and lips, no longer caring about anything but the excitement of being adored in this way.

He slowly stripped her dress off of her, helping her step out of it.

Continuing to stand behind her, she felt him take the hem of her slip and pull it up over her hips. She didn't make him ask her to raise her arms, she simply lifted them, knowing that she was giving him silent approval to do with her what he wished. He pulled her slip up over her bra, and then helped her pull it over her hair and off her arms, leaving the young wife standing before him in bra and panties. Her bra opened in the front, and he simply opened it, allowing her firm young tits to bounce free. The bra fell to the floor as he cupped her succulent tits!

Joanna loved having his hands on her breasts, and feeling him toy and play with her nipples was making her feel wonderful. She was purposefully ignoring the voices in her mind which were telling her how wrong this was.

Her body was an instrument, and this man knew how to play her, touching her in the most intimate manner!

Rick lifted Joanna onto the cloth covered table, pushing her to lay back on the hard surface. She lay back, closing her eyes as she felt him lean over her. Though she anticipated it, she gasped when she felt the warm wetness of his mouth close around one of her throbbing breasts. She began writhing as he sucked and licked her tender breasts.

Her hands went to his head, pulling his mouth more tightly against her breasts, arching her back and trying to shove more of her breast into his sucking mouth. When she felt his hand move down her soft belly and over the front of her panties, she parted her legs, giving him access to her pussy.

His hand cupped her pussy mound and began squeezing and playing with her through her sheer Sunday best panties.

All of the vows and decisions to resist that Joanna had made during the week evaporated as she let Rick's mouth and hands explore her body. She pushed her hips up against his hand as he rubbed her panties. She groaned from the slight pain when his teeth nipped her plump nipples.

Joanna lifted her hips when she felt him beginning to tug down her panties.

She watched as he drew them down, exposing the short soft curls of her pubic hair. He tossed them aside, and Joanna felt a flash of shame as he stood looking down at her naked body, his eyes hot with lust. Part of her shouted for her to close her legs and try with all her power to escape from him.

But instead, she slowly lifted her legs, spreading them apart, glorying in exposing herself in the most intimate way possible to this man.

"Damn, woman!" he said as his eyes crawled along her pussy lips which were slightly parted. He could see them glistening from her wetness. And lower, he could also see the pucker of her anus.

Rick reached for her wrist, and pulled it down between her legs, placing her hand over the top of her spread, wet cunt.

"Masturbate, Mrs. Gee. Finger your sweet little pussy while I get out of these clothes!" he savagely whispered to her.

Joanna's body was awash in sensual lust. It was disgusting and exciting. To masturbate in private was bad enough. But to masturbate while a man watched was the epitome of evil! But it also filled her with a raging passion she could not stop. Even as she opened her legs and touched her wet flesh, she realized that she wanted him to watch her, to see her arousal and know that she wanted him!

She looked at Rick as he began undressing. His eyes never left her hand, and it had never felt so good as she pushed a finger just inside her sticky cunt and began drawing it up and down her swollen pussy. She was breathing deeply as she played with her cunt. She pushed her finger inside of herself, groaning as Rick stripped off his briefs and she saw again the length of his amazing prick.

He stood stroking his cock, watching her finger herself, masturbating for him. It was horrible, it was wonderful, and it was the most highly charged sexual experience of Joanna's life.

She watched him drop to his knees, his face staring at her plunging finger just a few inches away. She groaned when he put his hands on her legs and licked up and down the back of one of her thighs.

And so, Mrs. Joanna Gee, respected and responsible Preachers wife, played the whore for the church janitor, masturbating herself as he kissed and licked her wildly. Rick reach up her body and began teasing her nipples, making her groan even more.

When his mouth moved from her thighs to the bottom of her cunt, he pulled her finger out of her sopping wet pussy. She watched as his mouth moved closer and closer to her widely spread and thoroughly wet cunt. She screwed her eyes shut, her back arched, her mouth open wide in a silent scream when she felt his wet mouth cover her throbbing pussy. Immediately she began bucking up against his mouth, for his tongue had slipped inside her.

Rick tongue fucked the preachers wife, licking the smooth wet flesh over and over. For the second time in Joanna's life, a man was licking her pussy. For an instant, she remembered Dave pinning her to the ladder and licking her.

But this was better! She sobbed and cried, whimpered and mewled, the whole time thrusting her hips against his mouth as her hands grabbed his hair, pulling his ravaging mouth more tightly to her cunt.

It was like being fucked by a very wet, active and flexible prick! He was licking her everywhere, and she was writhing under him ferociously.

"Ohhh Yessssss! Ohhhhhhh, lick me!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She was crying over and over. All control had left her, and the only thing that she could think about was finding release on the wriggling tongue that was invading her pussy hole.

Her head was whipping back and forth, her tits were shaking, and she could feel an orgasm preparing to envelope her body.

And then, the most filthy and disgusting thing she could imagine happened to her. And it sent her over the edge, making her body erupt in an awesome and powerful cum!

Rick's tongue left her wet cunt and moved lower. He licked her anus!

The beautiful young wife was lost…completely lost! Her body was bucking as she screamed and shrieked as her orgasm wracked her. Feeling his tongue rimming around and around the pucker of her asshole was driving her insane with lust. Over and over her body's muscles spasmed, but she was lost in the incredible feelings washing through her. Even through her cum, Rick continued licking her asshole, thoroughly enjoying making the respectable young wife cum so strongly.

She had barely begun to recover when she felt the janitor taking her legs and twisting, rolling her over onto her belly. He pushed her forward, further down the table, and she was barely aware that he had climbed on the table as well.

His hands lifted her hips, and numb-mindedly she pulled her knees under her.

His hands pushed her thighs apart, exposing her to his wickedly glistening eyes. She was still tingling with jolts from her cum as she knelt on the table with the janitor behind her. She couldn't think, and in her confusion was unable to know what to expect. Her large, plump tits were squashed under her, and her head rested on her arms as she attempted to slow her breathing and pounding heart.

In any other situation, she would have been mortified to be kneeling like she was, her ass up in the air, spread wide apart so that a man could look at her cunt and anus. Later, she experienced severe humiliation as she mentally imagined how obscene she must have looked. But at the time, she was simply too worn out from her electrifying cum.

She had no time to prepare herself when she felt a soft nudging between her dripping pussy lips. Her eyes popped open, her head thrown back as she hoarsely screamed as she felt his huge prick completely fill her up with one mighty thrust. He was…fucking her like a dog!" She should have been humiliated, but feeling how deep his prick was inside her cunt, she simply began rotating and shaking her ass in open invitation to the man behind her.

He began savagely slamming in and out of her.

Joanna knelt before him, the submissive bitch mounted by the male and not objecting as he filled her body over and over. When his wet finger began toying with her slimy asshole, it only added to her pleasure at his shameful treatment of her traitorous body.

"Ohhhh yes. Yes, do it to me…oh…Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck"

Joanna began chanting the obscene word repeatedly in time to the huge prick that was plowing up inside her. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, and she luxuriated in the joy of being fucked like this. She had no idea that simply kneeling and receiving the business end of a man's prick could be so fulfilling.

It soothed the animal instinct of the female inside her to be taken, and she rutted with the janitor urging him on with her lewd cries, her ass continuing to move in circle to take his shaft inside her, hitting all of the pleasure spots along her pussy canal.

After ten minutes, Joanna's cunt contracted as she came around the pistoning shaft of Rick's prick. She sobbed for a minute and then began the inevitable climb towards another orgasm. He felt so powerful fucking the preachers wife like this, watching her gorgeous ass waving at him, her hair whipping around. She was the most beautiful, and definitely the hottest woman he had ever had the joy of fucking.

As he would feel his cum approaching, he would slow down or stop altogether, reaching underneath her and playing with her clit as she would protest, whining and shoving her ass against him wanting him to continue plumbing the heated depths of her body.

In this way, Rick was able to continue fucking the blonde beauty for almost an hour. Joanna was exhausted, but she had given her will away, and on pure instinct continued to fuck her body weakly back at him.

Rick had been toying with her asshole, rubbing it, pressing it, and loving to hear her cries. He realized he simply could not continue unless he were to pull out of her and rest. And he had no plans to do that.

Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, "Mrs. Gee, I'm gonna fill your sweet little cunt with my cum. Is that OK, Mrs. Gee. Is it OK if I fill up your married little pussy, and shoot my nasty sperm inside your pure little cunt?"

He chuckled as Joanna, by now nothing more than a fucking animal, responded by spastically pushing her hips back and moaning, "yes, yes, yes…ohhhhhh, please fill me up..fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!"

Pulling his hips back, Rick slammed into her a half dozen quick strokes. At the same time, he shoved his finger deep inside her rectum, completely burying it in the hot, dry warmth of her ass. With a final push, he filled her up with his prick and held himself deeply inside her. She again had a tremendous orgasm at the same time his cock began erupting deep inside her body, bubbling over and spilling his seed inside the fertile womb of the young bride. Joanna felt his liquid flowing into her and it gave her a beautiful sense of completion as she came, squeezing his pulsating prick even as it was spitting hot sperm inside her. She was sobbing incoherently from her bodies enjoyment of this lewd rape.

Rick held her hips up for a long minute. They were gasping and softly moaning together, but gradually Joanna began thinking again, and all the shame and horror of her conduct tried to send her into despair, even as she realized how much she had enjoyed being fucked.

Rick pulled out of her with a liquid plopping sound and wearily climbed off the table, watching as her wide open and slick cunt slowly closed again.

Joanna had collapsed onto the table, exhausted but feeling the sweetness remaining throughout her body. When she finally opened her eyes, Rick had dressed and was leaning over her. he rolled her onto her back. His lips crushed hers as he kissed her deeply. She accepted his kiss, kissing him back and groaning as he slid a finger inside her messy wet pussy.

He pulled his mouth from hers, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes as he slowly stirred his finger in the sopping wet swamp of her pussy. "You're a hell of a fuck, Mrs. Gee. I'll be in touch. I just can't seem to get enough of your little pussy." Again he kissed her, and then he was gone, leaving her laying naked on the table, her clothes scattered on the floor.

Weakly, she climbed down and dressed.

Joanna Gee didn't know what to do. It was obvious that Rick had a powerful hold on he. She knew she should simply refuse to leave her husbands side whenever she was in this building. But in her heart, she knew that he had done something to her mind as well as her body. He had filled the void that she had been experiencing, and she knew that she didn't want to give that up.

Miserably, she left the building and drove home, her mind going over the details of the past hour.

Chapter Four

Tom Gee sat in his office. He was waiting on one of the girls in his High

School group. On his desk was a small brown book. He opened the first page absently, already knowing what was inside. In bold handwritten print it said

"Journal of Becky Angel. Do not read! If found, please return to 465 N. Sipping Street."

Tom remembered finding the Journal last weekend on the Youth Retreat. It had fallen out of a backpack, obviously. He opened it and had read the first page.

Even now, he remembered how he had struggled with himself when he had found the book. He knew he should simply give it to Becky, or find her backpack and slip in back in. But Becky Angel was the cutest girl in his group, a knockout by any standards, and Tom had developed a severe case of fuck lust for the girl, even as he regularly whipped himself mentally for thinking nasty thoughts about one of his teen age charges. Of course, he would never risk his career, but secretly he had wondered what it would be like to kiss that incredible mouth of hers, to put his hands on her very well developed body, and give in to the feelings of lust that he had whenever he was around the girls in his group!

If it had not been Becky's journal, he probably would have done the right thing. But, he hadn't. So, ignoring the warning on the first page, he opened

Becky Angel's Journal, and had secretly crawled into the mind of the young

15 year old beauty. Tom had discovered that Becky kept an extremely detailed record of the most sinful, wild sexual fantasies. He was completely shocked…and aroused to the highest possible pitch. He had never read pornography, but he was sure this was every bit as wild as a pornographic novel.

And so, Tom had kept her Journal. He had taken it to the bathroom and masturbated to the fantasies of the young girl. He discovered how she had been raped by her Uncle, and how she had responded by cumming, something which made her feel guilty. He read about a fantasy concerning her English teacher. As he read about the teacher fucking her, he had spurted his cum into the toilet bowl thinking about how much he wished it had been Becky

Angel's body he was shooting into.

All weekend Tom had read her journal, periodically hiding in the bathroom to jerk off. And then he came to the journal entrance four months ago when beautiful Becky Angel had joined his youth group. He was stunned as he read her fantasy about him! In it, he left his wife and married her, and they had fucked on the beach of a remote tropical island. He almost didn't make it to the bathroom after reading that. He finally finished up reading her journal.

She had several fantasies about him.

Tom had kept her journal, masturbating to her fantasies each day. He felt sick and nauseous almost all the time, knowing that what he was doing was sinful and perverse. But he craved reading about her dreams, especially the ones about him!

Knowing he was risking everything in his life, he decided that he had to have the girl. Last night, he had called her and asked her to stop by his office after school, because there was a project he wanted her to be involved in. He often did that with his Youth Group kids, and the young girl felt honored.

Becky entered the church building, enjoying the air conditioning. She was delighted that Tom wanted to see her. She was not aware that her journal was even missing! She only wrote in it when she had an erotic dream, and so she entered the building happy and unaware of what the true nature of the visit was about.

Tom answered the door when she knocked and smiled at the girl. Becky had long curly black hair, and amazing green eyes. She appeared to be of Latin extraction, her skin a dark olive hue. Her mouth was perfect with pouty lips, and when she smiled with those perfect white teeth, it made Tom lust even more for her.

Today, Becky had on her cheerleading uniform, for there was a home football game that evening, and the Cheer squad always wore their uniform on days of home games.

"Hi Becky. My, don't you look nice today!" Tom said, smiling easily at her.

Becky blushed at his compliment, pleased that he noticed how she looked. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She had developed a huge crush on him during the past few months, and any attention from him delighted her.

"Thanks Tom!"

"Well, Hon, I have something to show you. Come on, lets walk!" He took her hand in his, which wasn't entirely normal, but not anything suspicious.

Becky loved the intimacy of walking hand in hand with her youth minister.

They chatted as he led her to the back of the facility, up to the old gymnasium, and up a set of stairs to the "crash" room. This room was used during all night parties, called "Lock-In's". Those who couldn't stay awake could come to this room, which was wall to wall mattress. There were no windows, and only night lights were plugged into the wall. It had been altered to be almost soundproof so that the loud music would not interfere with those who wanted to sleep.

Becky looked rather puzzled as he opened the door, but she walked into the room. Tom closed the door as she turned to face him.

"Uh, Tom? Why are we here in the crash room?" she said.

He sat down, inviting her to do the same, and they sat on the mattresses.

Tom opened the briefcase he had brought along, then sat looking at her. He said "Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something."

She looked at him curiously with her drop dead gorgeous eyes. "OK, Tom. You can talk to me about anything. I-I like talking to you" she said almost shyly.

"Becky, do you know that I think you are the prettiest girl in this whole church?"

Becky blinked in surprise. Had she heard him right? She felt her breathing deepen. "You think I'm the…what?" she said, unable to believe her ears.

She had fantasized about him telling her things like this, but hearing it surprised her.

Chuckling, he said "I think that you are the prettiest girl in the whole church".

Becky's face erupted into a huge grin. "You do?" she said, pleased that this man thought she was pretty.

"Oh yes, I do. In fact, Becky, I think you are Beautiful!"

Becky couldn't restrain herself anymore. She threw herself onto him, snaking her arms around his neck, saying "Oh Tom, Thank you for telling me that. You mean more to me than you'll ever know!" He felt his prick begin to swell as he held the young girl in his arms, enjoying her smell and the crush of her small boobs, his hands gently running up and down her back.

Letting him go, she sat back, smiling and happy. She saw his eyes on her breasts, and she sat up straighter, making them protrude a bit more. She was proud of her body, and enjoyed knowing that this older man enjoyed looking at her.

Tom's heart was pounding as he said "Becky, there is something that I want to talk to you about. Something I've discovered that makes me think about you in a whole new light!" He was sweating slightly. This was the moment of truth. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out Becky's Journal.

Becky looked at it stupidly for a second, not recognizing it. Then she gasped, covering her face with her hands, feeling her skin erupt in flashes of embarrassed heat as she realized that Tom had read her fantasies!

"Oh noooo!" She mumbled into her hands.

"Shhhh, its OK, Becky. Just relax, honey. Now, I've been trying to decide what to do about this. I've read it through several times. I had no idea you were so…" He paused for several seconds. "…so sexy!"

Becky had expected him to say "so disgusting" or "so sinful". Tears of fear were in her eyes as she looked at him. "Sexy?" she whispered.

"Yes, Becky…and I especially like the parts when you were fantasizing about me!" Tom said, getting it out in the open. He knew that this was the moment. She would realize his intent and run from the room screaming out

"rape", or else he would fulfill the fantasies he'd been engaging in for the past week!

She just sat there looking at him. Finally, he said "Becky, I know that I should give this book to your parents or maybe Reverend Stevens…"

The beautiful young girl interrupted him. "No Tom! Please, not that. Oh please give me my journal! Please don't tell anyone, Please! I…I'll do anything you want, Tom. Anything!", she emphasized. She was terrified as she thought about what her parents would say. And Reverend Stevens would be so disappointed in her!

Tom softly said "Anything, Becky? You'll do anything I want?" His meaning was clear as he looked into the pools of her eyes. At that moment, he wanted to rip her clothes off her body and violently violate her.

Becky felt her body trembling. She didn't know if it was from fear, or from the lascivious sensations of lust that were tickling her deep within her belly. The thought of making love with Tom made her young body yearn to be possessed.

"You mean…you wanna do things to me…to my body…nasty things?" She croaked, her eyes wide as she remembered the things she had put in her fantasy.

Slowly nodding, Tom said "Yes, Becky. I want to do those things that I read about in your Journal. Those things…and more! If you'll do those things with me, I'll give you your journal back and no one will ever know."

Becky thought about it for a second as she looked at the man. She could see the bulge of his cock straining the material of his slacks. She wanted this to happen, but she didn't want to be forced. However, it WAS something that she had dreamed about.

Taking a deep breath, the gorgeous youngster said "OK, Tom. I'll do what you want. W-What do you want me to d-do first?" Her heart was beating rapidly as she waited on his orders.

Setting aside the journal, he stood up, looking down at the lovely girl.

"First, I want to kiss you!" he said.

Becky's fear was easing, but she was still nervous. She stood, brushing her hair onto her shoulders and looked into the eyes of the Youth Minister. She looked so vulnerable and beautiful to him. She didn't know how to proceed, and just stood there wondering what she should do.

He settled the matter for her by pulling her into his arms and kissing her full pouty lips. She opened her mouth, kissing him back. His hands began roving all over her body. Becky was scared but thrilled to feel his hands caressing her body through her clothes. A combination of shame and excitement was churning deep inside her belly.

Tom broke their kiss, looking wildly into her eyes. "Naked…I want you

Naked, Becky! Strip out of your clothes. Hurry!" he said as he began peeling off his shirt. She didn't hesitate, but pulled her Cheer sweater up over her head, tossing it in a corner. Her bra encased little tits weren't huge, but they were larger than normal for a 15 year old. She pushed her cheer panties and skirt down her legs, feeling the cool air on her naked genitals.

As she watched, Tom pushed his briefs down his legs, and she was able to see his cock for the very first time. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, dropping it to the floor and leaving the 15 year old naked before the equally naked man. She was blushing furiously, but her excitement was overpowering her sense of shame and embarrassment.

Tom reached out and pulled the nude girl to him, feeling her soft body pressing against him as he kissed her savagely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hard prick pressing into her stomach, and thrilling to the sensation of being naked and feeling his naked body against her. He was very rough, but she didn't mind. She felt very nasty being naked with this older man and letting him touch her most intimate places.

An idea came to Tom as he was kissing the naked girl. Releasing her for a minute, he picked up her journal. He pulled her down to the mattress without a word. He rolled the beautifully naked girl over on her belly. He tossed the book in front of her.

"Open it to page 97" he said as his hands took her hips and lifted her up onto her knees. Becky found the page, and blushed as she saw that it was a fantasy about her and Tom.

"Read that middle part!" he said as he moved up behind her hips. His hands began stroking her back and ass. He reached under her and pinched and pulled her titties.

In a halting voice, Becky began reading, "I cried out as he prepared his rampant cock to enter me. "Fuck me, Tom…fuck my pussy…fuck my cunt…fill my hot, wet hole with your beautiful prick. Fuck me long and fuck me hard. I want to feel your white hot cum spurting inside of me, filling me up, and running down my legs." She was so ashamed to be reading such an intimate fantasy she had created.

Softly, Tom said, "Yes, that's the part. Now read it again. Read it over and over again!"

Becky began to read the lewd words as she felt the silky round head of Toms' prick pressing against her tight pussy. She gasped and stumbled over the words as she felt her tight little pussy canal being stretched wide by the cock that was penetrating her body inch after wonderful inch. She had never felt anything like it.

She moaned, but tried to continue reading the obscene words as she felt his prick begin slamming inside of her. She could barely say the words between the sobs of joy his fast plunging prick was eliciting from her mouth. She could hear him muttering "yeah, fuck the bitch, fuck the little slut, fill her hole up with cum." as he fucked in and out of her beautiful body.

Becky felt more grown up and sexy than at any other time in her young life.

She thought it would hurt, but instead he was making her feel wonderful. Her little titties were throbbing, and her red hot cunt loved the friction of having his prick ramming in and out of her sensitive little hole. She had just begun starting to feel really good when Tom grunted loudly and she felt a warm wet feeling inside of her. Immediately, she knew that Tom had cum inside her.

But she hadn't cum, and she was vaguely frustrated. She stopped reading her journal, groaning in disappointment as she felt Tom's now limp prick slip from her pussy. The empty feeling made her sob with frustration, and she reached between her legs to rapidly rub her clit, wanting to be able to cum, too.

"You asshole, don't you know you aren't supposed to leave a lady hanging like that!" she heard a loud voice. She froze in shock and fear for several seconds before trying to scramble for her clothes. But by then, she felt a body behind her, a hairy body which was obviously not Tom, and then a HUGE invasion of her cunt began. Her already heated body immediately shoved back against the giant prick entering her sweet, tender little body. Becky groaned from the sheer joy of being so completely filled up.

Tom was setting, still naked and in shock as he watched the Janitor…the damn Janitor… slam his prick in and out of Becky Angel's moaning naked body.

Rick looked over at Tom, saying "You really ought to think about using a room with a lock on the door". Almost unconsciously, Tom watched Rick fucking little Becky. He was fucking her with long smooth strokes, not in a hurry. Tom could see the mans huge prick glisten as he pulled out of the teenagers wet cunt almost all the way before slowly sliding back inside of her, grinding his hips as he buried his staff inside her.

He marveled as Becky began to mewl and whimper in renewed pleasure. He watched Rick reach underneath the girl and play with her clit, making her gasp and moan even louder.

Smiling, the man closed his eyes. "MMmmmmmm, this is some sweet little pussy! That's right baby, you just keep on squeezing ole Rick's prick"

Becky had only had one orgasm in her life with a man, but she was close to having her second, and it was going to be the best ever. She began waving her naked ass in the air, thrusting her hips back and impaling her sweet cunt on the huge, hard cock that was fucking her so relentlessly.

Becky started crying and sobbing as the first orgasm of the afternoon took over her body. She was scared at first, but gave into the overwhelming feelings and rutted against him like a bitch dog in heat, all her thoughts centered on her spasming pussy and the cock that was plunging in and out of her.

Tom sat watching as Rick continued plowing young Becky's wetly spasming pussy. He felt ashamed as he watched Rick pinching her sweet little nipples, making her love his fucking. He had never really thought about trying to please the woman. The janitor was enjoying fucking the girl, telling her what a hot little cunt she had, how tight and wet she was and how much he loved having her squeeze his prick.

"Hey, asshole, give the little girl something to do with her mouth besides begging me to fuck her!" Rick said.

Confused, Tom said "What?"

Rolling his eyes as he continued his steady plunging inside Becky's widely spread cunt, he said "Have her blow you! You know, put your cock in her mouth and have her suck you off!"

The very thought made Tom shudder. It was something he knew was horrible and sinful, but also something he had always wondered about. Looking at the nakedly kneeling girl, he crawled over and knelt in front of her face.

Becky was only half aware of what was going on, for she was focused on the sensation of Rick's prick sawing in and out of her. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the thrusting shaft that was giving her such intense pleasure.

Rick slapped her on the ass, leaving a red mark. "Come on, you cute little bitch. Open your mouth and get a free prick lollipop for you to suck on."

Becky opened her eyes and saw Toms prick pointing at her. She had never done anything like this, and in fact had never fantasized about it either. She had always thought it was disgusting! She had been raised to think that it was sick, but at the moment, those thoughts didn't register and she wanted to see what a male prick felt like in her mouth. She reached out with her hand and pulled it forward into her open mouth, closing her wet lips around it. She started sucking on it, running her tongue around the head.

The corrupt Youth Minister had never felt anything like it. He closed his eyes and groaned at the sensation of having his prick inside a very warm, wet sucking mouth.

Tom held her head in his hands as he started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. It was incredible! Her warm sucking mouth was driving him mad.

And then Becky had another orgasm. Tom could tell because her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she was groaning loudly with his prick in her mouth. The vibrations of her whimpering and groaning went straight through his prick and made his balls churn and boil.

He continued fucking her mouth as his eyes met Rick's, who was grinning hugely.

"Yup, you got one fine little piece of ass here, son. Know what drives these bitches wild? Watch this!"

Tom watched as Rick licked his finger and then reached down to Becky's ass.

Without another word, he watched Rick sink his finger into her asshole. It was so completely lewd to watch the man shoving his finger inside her bottom while he was fucking her! Becky screamed but started bucking her hips back at the man behind her, impaling her cunt and ass. Without realizing it, she had increased the force of her suction, taking most of Toms shaft into her wetly sucking mouth and causing him to erupt. Tom began spraying his cum inside her mouth. He looked down at her, and saw white cum leaking out the corners of her mouth. Becky swallowed much of his cum in self defense as her pussy continued to be battered by Rick's huge battering ram of a prick. Tom fell back exhausted, his cock slipping from the girls mouth. He noticed she had strings of his white sperm around her lips but that she licked them off.

He couldn't believe that Rick had not yet cum in the girl!

Rick continued wriggling his finger deep inside Becky's asshole. Her whole cuntal mound was on fire! She was openly sobbing, sustaining an orgasm every other minute or so. Rick had enjoyed making the girl cum several times, but he decided it was time for him to get off, and he increased the speed of his fucking, planning to hose the girl.

After another couple of minutes of fucking the beautiful teenager, he pulled out of her and quickly flipped her on her back, his arms sweeping her thighs wide apart as he fell on her, crushing her mouth at the same time he slammed his prick back into her sopping wet cunt. Becky immediately lifted her legs, wrapping them around his back. His hands reached under her ass, and again she felt his finger invading her rectum. She began spasming in orgasm, and was finally rewarded as she sucked on his tongue and felt his prick beginning to spray his hot cum inside her. She shoved her hips at him, her young pussy sucking on his spurting cock as she squeezed him tightly with her legs. Over and over she felt him shooting his cream into her battered teenage pussy. Finally, with a loud groan and sigh, he collapsed on her young body. Wearily lifting his head he looked into her eyes.

'Damn, you're a good looking bitch" he said, making the girl blush at his compliment. "Any time you need to have your sweet little cunt filled, just call me. You're a fucking wonder!" Becky again blushed at the obscene wet, sucking sound made when his thick prick pulled out of her well fucked cunt.

The teen girl lay stunned and naked, her thighs spread and her sticky pussy on display as Rick quickly slipped his workclothes back on. Becky was still dazed from the powerful orgasms that had ripped through her body.

"See ya round, Preacher man. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me"

Rick said, laughing as he left the naked man and teenager, shutting the door behind him.

For the first time, Tom realized that sex was more than climbing on a woman and racing to the finish line. His prick had begun lifting as he looked at the gorgeous teen spread out so obscenely. He had always considered the

'doggy' position as perverted, but seeing Becky go wild as the Janitor had fucked her from behind made him curious.

Becky was still dazed, but beginning to become aware of her surroundings when she felt her legs being grabbed, and she was rolled over on her belly.

Her hips were lifted and she found herself again on her knees, her young ass lifted high in the air and spread wide apart.

She felt her pussy lips pushed aside once again by a man's prick and she moaned with excitement as her hot young pussy canal was again filled.

Automatically she began circling her hips, her pussy muscles rippling up and down the slowly thrusting cock.

"Ohhhhhh, Tom..Yesssss, I love it. Oh, please do it to me…F-Fuck me!"

Becky excitedly whined. She had been blown away by Rick's fucking, but she knew she was in love with Tom, and though he wasn't near as big or really all that good compared to Rick, she wanted to please him.

Tom paced himself, refusing to give in to the craving to fuck as fast as possible. He held onto Becky's hips and controlled the fucking. His eyes moved up and down her back, and then he watched his prick moving in and out of the girl. On each outstroke, he watched her pussy lips reluctantly surrendering his glistening shaft. And then as he would slide inside her, her body seemed to suck his cock back deep inside.

He began to experiment, varying the length of his strokes as well as the angle of penetration. Becky's pussy was a wonderfully flexible container of soft, sucking tissue, and he realized that he had been fucking her for almost ten minutes and that he had not lost control. It gave him a feeling of pride as he continued using Becky's body.

Wanting to exert his new found power, he pulled his prick almost all the way out, leaving only the head buried inside her wetly throbbing hole. He held himself there, and grinned when Becky groaned and shoved her hips back, impaling her sweet little cunt on his prick, driving it deep inside her body.

He sat still, entranced as Becky began literally fucking herself on his prick, her body beginning to thrust back and forth. She was doing all the work, and he loved the feeling of mastery. He reached underneath her thrusting body, finding the nub of her clit and began rubbing her. Becky squealed and redoubled her effort at spearing herself on his cock.

Tom began feeling the need to cum overcome his desire to fuck the girl as long as possible. His hands wandered over Becky's hips as he again began shoving in and out of her sopping wet cunt. He stroked her silky smooth skin, and then wormed a finger between Becky's sweet ass cheeks, something he would never had done up until a half hour ago. Seeing Rick finger her asshole had given him a wealth of ideas. Up until now, the mere thought of ever doing anything like that had been disgusting. But he wanted to turn her into an out of control fucking machine just like he had seen Rick do.

She sobbed as she felt him begin worming a finger inside her sore little rectum, but after a few seconds, it felt good having his finger probing inside of her while his prick was fucking her pussy.

Tom began slamming in and out of her, and it was almost a shock when she began bucking crazily, hoarsely screaming and cumming. He felt her little asshole clamp down on his finger, and the most amazing thing began happening to his prick. Her cunt went wild along its length, as if her body was a hand squeezing his shaft, massaging and milking it.

He grunted loudly as he began shooting his sperm inside the quaking, shaking girl. Becky's head was whipping back and forth, her mouth open in a silent scream as another powerful orgasm exploded from deep within her pussy.

Finally, shuddering, her exhausted body collapsed, and Tom rode her down to the mattress, his prick dribbling a final few globs of cum into her sweet tight pussy.

He was satiated in a way he never had been before. The sheer pride and joy of making Becky orgasm, combined with the great cum he'd had in her body made it a tremendous experience.

Rolling her over and pulling her into his arms, he gently took her face, looking into her eyes. "Becky, are you all right?" he said softly.

She smiled at him softly, closing her eyes and saying "Oh yesss. That was wonderful. T-Thank You, Pastor Tom" she said, again reverting to shyness even though they were both still naked and his cum was dribbling from her well fucked pussy.

He and the young teen slowly dressed. He watched her put her Cheer uniform back on. His mind began functioning again, and he began to realize how much trouble he could get in. Becky picked up her Journal and looked at Tom.

"Thanks for my journal, Tom. And…for everything else too!" Her earlier shyness had begun to reassert itself, and it was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago she had been lost in fuck lust as he creamed her young pussy. "See ya!" she said as she left.

Tom Gee was worried. He knew that Becky wouldn't talk, and in fact, he was pretty sure she was a source of future pleasure. But Rick now had control.

He could ruin Tom's reputation, his career, and his marriage. He tried to quell the rising fear that threatened to send him into panic.

Chapter Four

Joanna Gee feared that she was bi-polar. On one hand, she was depressed, ashamed and humiliated at her wanton sexual conduct. The very fact that she was unable to loathe and be disgusted when she thought about what Rick had done to her made her very depressed. And on the other hand, she felt like her body was constantly aroused. She masturbated constantly to images of cocks penetrating her, filling her mouth and spurting their wicked cum inside her cunt. She was almost desperate for sexual release.

She sat at the breakfast bar in her panties and bra. Lately she had begun dressing more and more casual around the house, especially during the day when she was alone. She found a certain pleasure in being semi-naked, undoubtedly a rebellious response to her conservative upbringing.

She was startled when the doorbell rang. She rarely had people come to her house, which was somewhat isolated in the corner of a wooded residential area. She ran to the laundry room, but only her old robe was there. She wrapped it around her body, knowing it was rather short, not even coming down to mid-thigh.

Looking through the keyhole in the front door, she saw two young men in uniforms with patches reading "Fred's plumbing" on the front. She had completely forgotten the appointment she had made to have them work on the basement bathroom.

Pulling the robe tightly around her body, she opened the door. The two men smiled at her pleasantly.

"Hi! I'm sorry, I forgot you were coming…uh, Come in, please" She said, opening the door.

The men brushed by her as they passed. Joanna found herself thinking about what they would look like without clothes on. They were both solid. One seemed to be roughly her age, but the other one looked like he was still in

High School. She was very aware of the fact that only the thin robe was hiding her bra and panties from the two men. And it made her feel wicked, naughty and very excited.

She shut the front door and turned to face the men, continuing to hold her robe closed across the front of her body. She caught the men looking at her long bare legs, and froze for an instant. Wetting her lips, she softly said

"Let me show you the basement."

She had been looking at the young man. He seemed somewhat shy, but he was very good looking. As she started to move to lead them down the hallway, her eyes met those of the older man. She almost gasped at the strong intensity she saw there as he looked at her. He had a half smirk on his face, and

Joanna felt that he knew exactly what she had been thinking.

She blushed with embarrassment, her face growing hot as she passed the man.

She led them to the door to the basement, her body trembling slightly as she padded on bare feet. She turned on the light and led them down the stair.

The basement was a den/bedroom and they were putting some finishing touches to a walk in shower in one corner. She led them to the area. She wanted to get away as fast as possible, for she could feel the tell tale throbbing and swelling in her breasts.

"If you gentlemen need anything, just call." She smiled, avoiding looking into their eyes. However, looking down, she saw that the older man had a bulge in his jeans which was stirring even as she watched. He made no effort to hide it from the pretty housewife.

"Mrs. Gee" he said to her, that irritating smirk still on his face. With difficulty, she pulled her eyes from his crotch and looked him in the face.

He was making no attempt to hide the dark lust in his eyes. "It gets kind of warm doing plumbing work. I was wondering…do you have anything WET you can offer us?"

Joanna was shaken to her core! His crudity and lack of subtlety shocked her, but it also made her pussy lips clench, her body beginning to lubricate. She felt extremely nervous at the mans seeming ease at reading her mind.

He watched her closely and saw what he was looking for. This married bitch was ripe for the taking. He knew if he played his cards right, it would be an afternoon he'd remember for a long time.

Joanna continued to stand there, her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.

Chuckling, the man reached out and took hold of the front of her robe possessively, gently pulling her to his chest. "Well, for the time being, a couple of beers would be nice. Now why don't you be a good little housewife and go get our beers."

Joanna felt nauseous with fear and excitement. She was visibly shaking as she turned and started towards the stairs.

"Oh, and Mrs. Gee" he said. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "You come right back down, you hear."

Her voice shaking, she said "I-I'm going to go put some…some other clothes on. Then I'll bring you your beers."

The man walked towards the trembling young wife. Taking her by the arm, he walked her over to the bottom of the stairs. "Now, Mrs. Gee, you wouldn't want poor Steve over there to pass out from dehydration, would you? You just run and get those beers. We like you just fine in that robe. Course, its probably gonna get hot down here and that robe might be too hot, but we'll worry about that later."

Joanna felt his hand leave her arm and rest on the small of her back.

"Now, I'm just going to stand here and watch you climb those stairs. You go get our beers and bring your cute little ass back down here." His voice took on a menacing quality. "You understand me?"

"Y-Yes…Yes S-Sir!" She stammered as she felt his hand move lower and rub one of her asscheeks lewdly. He then smacked her on her ass. "Hop to it,

Mrs. Gee!" he laughed.

Joanna jumped and quickly climbed the steps, trying to keep her legs together but knowing that the man was getting a good view of her panty clad ass.

When she got to the landing, she pressed herself against the wall. Joanna tried to stop her heart from racing madly. She thought about simply leaving the house, but knew she wouldn't. It was very apparent to her that these men, especially the older one, was aware of her weakness. And yet, Joanna's submissive streak, which Rick had discovered and exploited, had grown over the past two weeks and just the thought of letting this man use her was so exciting she could hardly breathe.

She walked to the kitchen in an almost catatonic state. She put six bottles of cold beer on a tray along with two glasses. She pulled her robe more tightly around her body, knotting the belt. Nervously, she picked up the tray and walked back to the landing to the basement.

Looking down the stairs, she saw the men both standing at the bottom, looking up at her. Joanna knew they were looking up her robe at her legs and panties. Feeling a thrill of wickedness and fear, she went down the steps, trying to ignore the men's hot eyes prying between her legs.

Arriving at the bottom of the steps, she held out the tray and softly said

"Here you are. I-I need to go…go and…go get some work done upstairs."

But neither man took the tray, and she stood there stupidly.

She noticed the small name patch on the older man's shirt read "Karl". The young mans patch read "Steve". Karl took her by her arm and gently pulled her off the bottom step and out into the room. "Oh, I think you can keep us company for a while. Besides, we have a little bit of work for you to do."

Karl took the tray, setting it on a nightstand. He gave the young man one of the beers and he grabbed one as well. Silently, they drank the cold beers as they simply looked Joanna up and down. She was frozen to the spot.

Joanna stood before the two men, her heart continuing to race as she waited to see what would happen to her.

Karl smiled at her walking over to stand in front of the nervously trembling young woman. "Mrs. Gee, working on this shower is going to be kind of messy, and we're probably going to get wet. Now Steve here, he's new…in a lot of ways. And I've told him how some ladies…ladies just like you, are a big help to us. So, you and I are going to show Steve some possibilities. Lets start with you taking my shirt off."

Joanna looked at Karl almost in agony. "Oh please…don't do this to me…please" she said softly. But Karl just grinned. "Oh come on, Mrs. Gee. We're all friends here, and Steve has a lot to learn. Now…take my shirt off!" Karl barked the last words, making her jump.

With trembling hands, the beautiful blonde woman put her shaking hands on the top button of Karl's shirt and unbuttoned it. She was almost numb. Just the thought of being alone in her basement with two men intent upon humiliating her scared her. But it also excited her. She continued unbuttoning Karl's shirt, revealing a chest with thick curly hair.

She unbuttoned the bottom button, and then dropped her hands to her side.

"Now Mrs. Gee, you know you aren't finished yet. I told you to take my shirt off, not just unbutton it."

Joanna's body was shaking as took the halves of his shirt and began pulling the tails out of his jeans, pushing it off his shoulders, and taking it off of his muscled body.

As she obeyed him, Karl said "You see, Steve, women like Mrs. Gee here usually have to be told what to do in order to help out. But you'll learn to recognize the ones who can be a real help and the ones you have to avoid.

Mrs. Gee here…I think you're going to find out she's a great help. There you go, Mrs. Gee. Nice job. Now go hang my shirt up in that closet over there. We don't want it to get wrinkled now, do we."

It was obvious that Karl was having fun at Joanna's expense. But she did what he asked, and with each act of obedience she gave up another small part of her will.

"Well, we don't want my shoes and socks getting wet, either. Kneel down and take those off of me, too, Mrs. Gee." Karl was smiling smugly at her.

Feeling her mind in a daze, Joanna knelt on the carpet and untied his shoes.

She quickly took them off, then peeled his socks off, leaving him barefooted.

Karl solicitously patted Joanna on her head as if she were just a dog.

"That's a good girl. Now, take them over and put them on the floor at the foot of that big bed over there."

Joanna was becoming excited just from the act of obeying Karl. For some reason, being humiliated was arousing her body. She knew that he was going to use her sexually, but she no longer cared. She was looking forward to the escape that sex would give her. She looked at his crotch and saw that it was growing larger as his prick started swelling.

"Well Mrs. Gee, we'll be getting to work pretty soon. But I'm worried that my jeans just might get wet too. We wouldn't want that, would we, Mrs. Gee?"

Joanna breathlessly whispered, "No".

Chuckling, he said. "No, or course not. So you should probably take those off of me as well. But before you do, Mrs. Gee, I have a confession to make.

You see, I don't wear underwear. So when you take my jeans off, well, I'll be naked. You don't mind that, do you Mrs. Gee?" Karl was almost laughing as he watched her face.

Joanna's face was beet red, but she just shook her head, her body trembling with the excitement of being humiliated.

"Mrs. Gee, I asked you a question. You don't mind if I'm naked, do you?"

Joanna's voice was husky as she said "No, I-I don't m-mind."

Smiling, Karl said "Well, I didn't think you would. You see Steve, some women don't want to help out. Some would be embarrassed and offended if you were naked. But women like Mrs. Gee here, they really help out a lot."

"Mrs. Gee, I need to warn you of something first. You see, you are one good looking hot ass bitch, and because of that, my ole prick is getting big! So if you take my jeans off, you're gonna get an eyeful of my boner. Mrs. Gee, you don't mind me having a boner for you, do ya?" Karl's language was becoming more coarse, and Joanna was feeling more slutty as a result.

She shook her head, saying softly, "No, Karl. I d-don't mind."

"Don't mind what, Mrs. Gee? I wanna hear you say it."

Conflicting feelings of shame and excitement shot through Joanna, but she said "I d-don't mind that you h-have a b-b-boner, Karl!" It made her feel dirty to say such a thing, but the very feeling of wickedness inflamed the throbbing between her legs. The truth was that she could hardly wait to see what his throbbing prick looked like.

"That's good, Mrs. Gee. You may now take off my jeans and get a look at my prick!" His crude language continued to heat her body.

Joanna knelt on the carper in front of him and put her hands on the front snap of his jeans, her fingers brushing his hairy belly. She opened the snap and began pulling down his zipper.

"Careful, Mrs. Gee, you don't want to damage the product before you get a taste of it!" Karl laughed at her.

As she opened his jeans, the head of his prick appeared. It was silky smooth and there was a thin dribble of precum oozing from the tiny piss hole on the end. His prick shaft appeared as she continued pulling down the zipper. His prick was very thick and fat, the large vein underneath very visible.

The zipper was down all the way, and Joanna took the sides of his jeans and pulled them down off his hips. They fell away to his feet, revealing his naked cock, which was upthrust at a 45 degree angle and bobbing gently. His testicles hung underneath, and she knew they were filled with sperm which she would become intimately acquainted with.

She held his jeans as he stepped out of them.

Karl reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. He slowly began stroking his prick as he said "Take my jeans and put them on a hanger in the closet, Mrs. Gee."

Joanna stood and did as she was told. Steve had sat down on a bar stool and

Joanna glanced at him, embarrassed as she put Karl's jeans on a hanger.

Steve had a sizable bulge in his jeans as well, and his eyes looked at her very hotly.

Joanna went back to Karl. She didn't look down because she knew she'd see his hard cock. She looked in his eyes, a sick nervous excitement creating a knot in her belly.

"You've done very well so far, Mrs. Gee. As a reward for your good work, you deserve a little kiss."

Without warning, Karl pulled Joanna into his arms. From instinct, she resisted for a second, but he was very strong, and he held her head as he crushed her mouth with his. She moaned as she felt his tongue pressing her lips seeking entrance. She opened her mouth and allowed Karl to kiss her open mouth. She could feel his big thick prick pressing against the front of her robe, and she was tingling with delight.

For several minutes, Karl kissed the young housewife as Steve looked on. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed her rounded cheeks. He pulled up her robe in the back and his hands played with her thin panties as he caressed her ass mounds. Joanna wrapped her arms around Karl's neck and held tightly to him, sucking on his ravaging tongue as she enjoyed feeling his hands cupping and caressing her so intimately.

Joanna was dizzy as the strong man broke his ravaging kiss. Turning her in his arms, he pulled her back against his hard naked body. His hands cupped her breasts through her robe, and his mouth went to her ear. They were facing Steve, whose eyes were fixed on Karl's hands as they squeezed and played with Joanna's breasts through the material of her robe.

She couldn't help moaning as she felt his hard prick pressing against her ass and his hands roughly massaging her tits.

Karl whispered in her ear "Guess what, Mrs. Gee. Steve over there…he's never been with a woman…until today. Just think about it. You're going to be his first."

"Oh no, please." Joanna said, her mind rebelling from the thought of being the person who corrupted the innocent young man before her. And yet, seeing his swollen jeans, Joanna felt a licensous desire overpowering her. Though protesting, the thought of being the first sexual experience for the young man excited her.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Gee. You're not only going to be his first, but you're going to be nice to the kid. Now I plan to get some of your sweet pussy later, but first I want you to do the kid. If you don't, I'm going to hurt you, Mrs.

Gee. And I mean hurt you bad. Now, I'm going to go set on that couch. I'll be watching, and I expect you to teach the kid proper.

His hands closed on her tits and began squeezing ever harder. "Do you understand, Mrs. Gee?" Karl said savagely.

Joanna knew she had no choice. Groaning, she said "Yes, ohhhhh, yes. Please stop, you're hurting me!" Her breasts ached as his fingers dug into them cruelly.

His hands eased up a bit, and as the blood rushed back into them, they tingled.

Loudly, he said "Steve, my boy, this is your lucky day. It seems like Mrs.

Gee here has taken a shining to you. You think you can handle her?"

The handsome young man smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.

It was one thing to be raped, to have no control but to simply be the victim. However, Karl was forcing Joanna to take on an unfamiliar role. She would have to play the predator to this young virgin man. Joanna knew that doing so was very sinful, much worse than anything she had ever done. But even as she considered what a terrible thing it was, the thought of playing the role of the sexual teacher caused her pussy to moisten even more. The thought of being his first girl was turning Joanna on!

Karl released her, and went to set on the couch. Laughing, he said "Go ahead

Boy. Just tell the bitch what you want her to do. Don't be afraid, she's yours!

Joanna was completely humiliated. Karl had looked deep in her eyes and seen something that was shameful. He had exposed it, and Joanna was now powerless. She looked at the boy with frightened eyes. But as she looked, she saw that he was very nervous and scared as well. Immediately, her heart went out to him. She realized that the first sexual experience could affect how a person related to sex the rest of their life! She knew that she was going to get fucked, for no matter what happened, Karl was going to use her body.

Joanna forgot her marriage vows, ignoring the shameful fact that she was going to commit adultery with this young man. She was going to initiate

Steve into the pleasure of sex. She knew she really had no choice, for Karl was going to rape her if she didn't cooperate. But she shuddered with arousal as she thought about playing the whore.

And with that decision, her fear was gone. In fact, she was excited.

Speaking in a low throaty voice, Joanna said to Steve. "Tell me what you want me to do." And then taking one step towards him, she smiled, saying,

"It's OK. Just tell me what to do."

He swallowed nervously. "I guess maybe…uh…would you take your robe off?"

Karl was setting on the couch stroking his prick. "Hey stupid, don't ask.

Tell her what you want. She's the kind of woman that gets off on being ordered. So don't ask, just tell her what you want her to do. Believe me, she'll do it."

Joanna again was shamed and humiliated, but she also realized that Karl knew the truth. She did indeed feel a horribly wicked thrill anticipating being ordered to do such wicked things.

"Mrs. Gee" Steve said, trying to make his voice sound manly. "Take off your robe!"

Joanna shuddered with the delicious sensation of lust at his words. She was rapidly abandoning her morals, giving in to the powerful sexual urges of her body. Looking at the young man, she said "Yes, Steve." She reached down and pulled the tie of her robe until it opened. Looking at the young man, Joanna ran the tip of her tongue around her lips, and then taking the sides of her robe, she opened it, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor, exposing her bra and panties to the young boy.

"Damn!" Karl said from the couch. Joanna glanced over at him and saw that he was stroking his prick faster as his eyes drank in the beauty of her body.

The young wife felt her nipples beginning to swell as the young man's eyes crawled all over her body. She was reveling in the open admiration of the two men for her beautiful young body.

"Mrs. Gee…t-take off your…your b-bra." Steve said to the blonde woman.

Arching her back, Joanna continued looking into his eyes as she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. She held it for a second and then released it. The elastic popped free and fell from her body to the floor, leaving the woman bare breasted before the staring men.

"Wow" was all he said for a long minute as their eyes moved all over her body, seeing her unrestrained breasts with her hardened long pink nipples erect and begging to be suckled. Their eyes also took in the dark patch of her pussy showing through her sheer white panties.

Joanna loved the feeling of being almost naked before these two strange men, and she was relishing what she would be forced to do next. She decided to help the young man who seemed to have difficulty in directing the young wife.

She walked over to Steve and then knelt before the stool on which he sat.

She reached out and untied his shoes, pulling them off and then peeled his socks off. She picked them up, taking them over and putting them at the foot of the bed alongside Karl's.

The men watched as she bent over, her full breasts hanging, her nipples pointing towards the floor. Her panty covered ass looked incredibly inviting, her anal crevice a dark line behind her panties.

Returning to the young man, she began unbuttoning his shirt. Softly, she said "This is really your first time with a woman?" as she finished undoing his buttons and began pulling his shirt off. Steve had an almost hairless chest, which Joanna loved.

"Yes Ma'am, it is." Steve said soberly.

Conspiratorially, she smiled and whispered, "Well don't worry. I'm sure you'll do just fine." She helped him off the stool and, reaching for his jeans, she unsnapped them pulling down his zipper. She had dropped to her knees, and as she worked his jeans down, his prick popped out. Joanna saw that he was a good sized young man. Feeling impulsive, Joanna leaned forward and kissed the head of his prick, quickly licking across the tiny hole in the end and tasting his salty precum.

Steve gasped as the beautiful young wife licked the head of his prick. She then stood up, smiling at him as a rush of affection for the somewhat vulnerable appearing young man flooded her heart.

Softly she said "Do you want to take my panties off of me, or should I do that?" She enjoyed looking into his green eyes. He was really quite attractive, and Joanna couldn't help envision what it was going to be like having his young body fucking her.

Smiling, he said "I've always dreamed of pulling your panties down. I think

I'll take care of that." as he gently took her arms and moved her backwards slowly, guiding her towards the bed.

Joanna was confused. "What…what do you mean, you've always dreamed of doing that?" A cold stab of dread filled her heart, a sinking feeling coming over her.

Grinning, Steve said "You don't recognize me, do you Mrs. Gee?" They were now standing beside the large Queen size bed, the boy's prick brushing against her belly, his hands still on her upper arms.

Joanna paled, shaking her head. "You…you know me?" she whispered. She had mistakenly thought that she was going to give herself to these two anonymous men for an afternoon, but that she'd never see them again.

Steve was beginning to feel some self confidence. He reached out and took

Joanna's nipples between his fingers, teasing her nubs and making her softly groan in pleasure.

"I see you a lot, Mrs. Gee. And, I always watch you. Hell, all the guys do, too! Last year during the Lock-In, some of us told our favorite fantasies of what we'd like to do to you. But Hell, I never thought I'd ever get the chance." He was squeezing her breasts now, lifting them and sending bolts of pleasure through her body. But his words were chilling.

"You mean, you've seen me…at church?" She whispered.

Grinning, he said "Yup, every Sunday just about. I was in your husbands

Youth Group! I graduated last year, but I still see you at church."

Joanna wanted to die on the spot. One of her husbands teens was playing with her breasts, preparing to fuck her, and she was playing the part of the slut! She knew she was going to burn in hell for this. But even as she felt the heated flush of shame, it was gradually being replaced by the beautiful feelings his hands were creating in her body.

Seeing her look of shock, Steve quickly assured her, "But don't worry, Mrs.

Gee. I won't tell anyone else about this. Your secret is safe with me!"

Gently pushing her back, he forced Joanna to set on the bed. "Mrs. Gee, I need you to turn around and get on your knees so I can pull your panties down. That's how I always do it when I'm fantasizing about you." The boy didn't realize that she was almost shocked into immobility. Her upbringing and previous moral values were at war with her sexual nature. Slowly, she turned and put her knees underneath her, lifting her ass up in the air, offering herself to the boy even as waves of shame washed over her.

Tears of humiliation glistened in her eyes. She could only imagine what her husband or any of the adults at the church would think, seeing her kneeling on a bed, being watched by two naked men and preparing to have her last piece of clothing taken off of her. And even worse, she was corrupting a young man who she should be setting an example for!

Joanna felt Steve's hands on her waist. He pinched the waistband of her panties and began drawing it down over her asscheeks. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of her thighs, and she knew that he was staring between her legs as he was on the verge of uncovering her most intimate secret place.

As she felt the cool air on her pussy lips as they were exposed, she dropped her head, whimpering "oh noooooooooooooooooo" as the young High School graduate pulled her panties down her thighs, her knees, and then off of her legs.

"Wow!" she heard Steve say. Her pussy lips contracted as a surge of shame and lust shook the blonde wife. She continued kneeling as the boy closely examined her. She realized that she had started to become very wet. She rubbed her legs together trying to satisfy the hot growing itch.

Karl spoke up, and Joanna could hear the lust in his voice. "Well kid, what are you waiting for. She's there for you to do what you want. But if you want to drive her crazy, you ought to lick that sweet little honey pot!"

Joanna groaned inwardly at Karl's obscene suggestion.

She heard Steve say, "Really? Some of the guys have talked about doing that to a girl, but I don't know…I mean it just seems kinda gross, you know?"

Joanna's humiliation deepened as they talked about her as if she were just an object.

"Hell boy, maybe I need to help you out a bit."

The blonde housewife heard the squeaking of the couch as Karl got up and knelt next to Steve.

"Shit, she's a good looking bitch!" Karl said as she felt his hands caressing her asscheeks and her flanks.

"Now pay attention, boy. Every woman is different, but they all got the same equipment. I prefer my bitches to be shaved bald, but it looks like Mrs. Gee here trims her little pussy, and it looks pretty good."

Joanna felt like nothing but a sex object to these men, and hearing them talking about her as if she weren't able to hear them was degrading. But it was curiously stimulating as well. They were going to use her, but she was just a hole to them, a place to put their pricks and shoot their sperm.

"Look real close between her pussy lips. See? You can see that she's already leaking pussy juice. That means she's heated up! Now, watch what happens!"

Joanna loudly gasped and groaned, her eyes screwing shut as she felt a finger pressing just inside her pussy lips and drag up and down slowly. She tried not to make any sound, but it felt so good, she couldn't keep the soft whining from erupting out of her mouth.

Laughing, Karl said "See. When you get a bitch warmed up like this, you can play her like a toy! Now, its your turn. Go ahead and put your finger in her. Not very far, just inside her cunt. Then wiggle it and see what happens!"

Joanna held her breath, and then she felt Steve's finger probing between her swollen and highly sensitive pussy lips. She bit her lip, trying to repress making a sound, but when he began slowly wiggling it inside her, her mouth opened and a soft sobbing sound began.

"Wow, that is so kewl!!!" Steve said enthusiastically as he ran his finger slowly up and down between the wet flaps of her pussy flesh.

"Damn betcha, Skippy!" Karl laughed. "Just keep doing that. Don't go any deeper yet. What you want to do is drive her crazy so that she winds up begging to be fucked. There's nothing more exciting then turning a babe like

Mrs. Gee into a cock hungry fuck slut."

Joanna could hardly think. All of her attention was upon the delicious finger stirring her wet pussy. But it was just teasing her. She wanted it inside of her, and she began pushing her hips back in an almost subconscious effort to impale her heated throbbing cunt onto the probing finger.

She had taken almost two inches of his finger inside of her pussy before she felt it roughly withdrawn.

Karl laughed, releasing his wrist and saying "Did you see what she was doing, boy? She was shoving her ass back wanting you to shove your finger up her sweet little cunt."

Steve said "But…I want to!" obviously confused.

"Hell, you can do that later, but remember that you want her so hot, she'll beg you to fuck her. She's not there yet! Are ya, Mrs. Gee? You ready to beg

Steve to fuck your sweet little cunt?" Karl was so crude and lewd. Joanna gritted her teeth refusing to answer him. In truth, she desperately wanted something, anything, to fill her up and satisfy her hot cunt. But her pride refused to let her beg.

"Now, see here, right at the end of her pussy slit, that little piece of flesh covering what looks like a little bump?" Karl said. "Oh No, not my clit!" Joanna thought.

"Yeah, I see it" Steve replied. "Well, you can drive women nuts by playing with her there. That's her clit."

Joanna's body jumped when she felt Karl's finger beginning to circle round and round her little hooded clit. She was raggedly gasping, beginning to moan as chills ran up and down her back and her cunt began contracting over and over. She tried to push her hips back against his finger, but Karl anticipated her and wouldn't give her relief.

Joanna moaned with disappointment when she felt his finger leave her.

Unconsciously she was waving her ass, searching for the finger that was no longer there.

"See, she's heating up nicely. You could probably get her to beg just from doing that long enough. But for turning a woman into a fucking machine, there is nothing like a good long pussy lick." Joanna knew that she was going to give into his obscene wish to beg for fucking. She both feared and anticipated feeling a male mouth on her swollen cunt.

She heard Karl whispering something to Steve for several seconds. And then she felt hands on the lower part of her asscheeks, pulling them apart, and holding her pussy wide spread. She gasped at the first swipe of a wet tongue. There was a pause, and she heard Karl say "See, its not so bad.

You'll get used to it. Go for it, boy!"

Joanna almost screamed "OH Shiiiiiiiiittttt!!!!!!!!!" as she felt Steve's mouth cover her cunt and his tongue push between her pussy lips. She shoved her hips back, impaling her wildly spasming pussy on his wiggling, licking oral digit.

She heard Karl whooping and laughing "That's right, boy. You got her going now!"

Joanna's hands clamped on the bedspread, grasping the covers as she began sobbing from joy. She no longer cared that she was kneeling slave like before two naked men, nor that she had lost control of her body. The only thing in her world was the wonderful joy of having her little pussy licked and sucked.

For the next twenty minutes, Karl instructed the boy how to drive her wild.

He had Steve fuck deeply his tongue up her pussy as far as it would go, setting off tremors in her belly. He taught him to suck one of her pussy lips in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He learned to rim her clit, lick up and down her slit and rim her clit again.

Joanna was noisy, loudly whimpering and crying out as she continued to kneel, accepting Steve's assault upon her tender cunt. She wasn't aware anymore of Karl's instructing the young man. She was simply lost in the throbbing sensations washing over her body. She had cum once and was well on her way to another cum. She didn't hear what Karl said to the boy.

However, when she felt his tongue moving over her perineum, she froze, and then she felt his wet, licking tongue begin to rim around and around the highly sensitive pucker of her anus. The blonde wife went wild, thrusting her hips back at him, inadvertently driving the tip of his tongue inside her asshole as she bucked and screamed as a huge orgasm took over her body.

For a long minute, Joanna shook and bucked on the bed, feeling her nipples exploding with pleasure as her pussy spasmed from the thrill of such a wicked horrible thing being done to her body.

Finally, Joanna collapsed on the bed, unable to stay up on her knees again, her muscles aching and shaking from fatigue.

She could tell they were talking, but she was too fuzzy headed to make out what they wee saying. However, within a couple of seconds she had been turned over onto her back. She felt strong hands lifting her legs, spreading them and pulling them back towards her head. She wearily opened her eyes, and saw that Karl was kneeling behind her head, his hands pulling her legs apart and back, opening up her cuntal mound.

She watched as Steve kneeled on the bed between her legs. In this position, her pussy was lewdly spread apart, and she could see her wet lips gaping open. Her eyes were wide as she saw Steve hold his prick and then lay it along the gaping edges of her pussy. Joanna groaned from the contact, trying to push her hips up against his cock, but not able to do much, being pinned to the bed.

"Mrs. Gee?" Steve asked. Joanna looked at his face, and her eyes locked with his.

"Beg me, Mrs. Gee. If you want it, you have to beg me for it!"

Joanna was beside herself with lust. She desperately wanted to feel his young prick surging inside of her. She sobbed and continued trying to move her hips so that she could capture his cock and thrust herself onto it.

Steve leaned forward, taking the head of his prick and resting it against the spread opening of her cunt. He was now looking directly into her eyes from only a foot away as he leaned over her spread nakedness.

"Say it, Mrs. Gee. If you do, I'll slide my prick inside of you. You know you want it. Just say it." Steve was whispering to her. She was sobbing loudly. "Ohhhh please…do it!" She whispered to the young boy.

"Sorry Mrs. Gee. You know what I want to hear. And just think how good its going to feel when I slip my prick up your cunt. Say it, Mrs. Gee. Say it!!!!" Steve had certainly discovered his self confidence.

Tears in her eyes and feeling completely degraded, Joanna said "Yes, Steve!

Fuck me. Oh, fuck me Steve! Fuck my pussy with your big prick. Now, fuck me!"

She fairly screamed those last words as she felt his cock enter the hot liquid center of her cunt and push inch after wonderful inch of man meat inside her little cunt.

She was so hot that she screamed and started cumming immediately.

Steve's eyes opened wide as he felt the beautiful woman's pussy begin rippling up and down the whole length of his prick, as if it were a mouth sucking on it. It was such a huge shock, and it felt so great that he only had time for three quick thrusts and then he began shooting his young sperm deep inside the wife of his Youth Minister, hosing her over and over.

Joanna felt his sperm shooting inside of her, knowing that the young man was cumming. She bit her lip as she continued trying to lift her hips up to meet his prick, but she felt him begin to slowly wilt.

Embarrassed, he said "Oh Shit! I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to do it so soon."

Karl released her legs saying "Don't worry kid! The first time is always fast. You just recover and while you're getting your second wind, I'll take a crack at her."

Karl quickly moved Joanna's body around. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, bending forward and pressing her knees into her tits. He guided his prick to her pussy pouch and slowly began forcing himself inside her.

Joanna couldn't stifle the moan of pleasure as she felt his huge prick invading her warm cuntal canal. He began a languid slow fucking of the lovely woman.

Joanna fell into rhythm with the powerful man. She didn't object when he pressed his mouth to hers and she obediently kissed him back. She loved how his hairy chest tickled and aroused her hard nipples as he fucked in and out of her. She put her arms around his neck, sucking on and dueling with his thick tongue.

She lifted her legs and crossed her ankles behind his lower back as he plowed her wet furrow, reaching deep within her body with the head of his prick, smashing against her cervix with each long hard thrust.

Joanna was not thinking about shame or humiliation. It no longer mattered that she had been forced. All of her previous thoughts and expectations about sex had been changed since her encounter with Rick and now with these two men. Sex wasn't a duty, it wasn't something to be endured, and it really could be something that was totally fulfilling. It was with a twinge of sadness that she realized that her husband was lacking. But that thought lasted only an instant. The hard pounding prick demanded her complete joyful attention.

And so, the gorgeous young married girl rutted contentedly with the plumber, enjoying his plunging prick and his ravaging mouth. After ten minutes of fucking she felt the approach of an orgasm as her toes curled up and her sweet cunt began massaging the thrusting prick.

Karl felt her begin to cum, and grunted "That's right, Mrs. Gee. Cum for me.

Squeeze that sweet little cunt around my prick. Come on, baby!"

Joanna responded by hoarsely shouting as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Karl's continued fucking extended her orgasm. He gave her no rest, and she didn't ask for any. Within a minute she had begun moving with the man again.

The sounds of their fucking were loud in the basement room, the wet squishy slapping of moist flesh.

Karl grunted out "Steve, are you ready to take over? She's got a sweet little cunt that's gonna take both of us to satisfy!"

Joanna was embarrassed to be passed back and forth between the two men, but the joy of fucking had created a pleasant golden haze with regular intense orgasms, and her embarrassment was quickly wiped away by the joy of being fucked.

Steve indeed was ready, his cock having recovered and now once again hard.

When Karl pulled out of her cunt, Steve was ready. Karl moved aside, continuing to hold her legs up, and Steve glimpsed her pussy which was sodden, her lips still widely splayed. He moved up over her and guided his prick to her sloppy hole. He shoved his shaft deep into her as Karl adjusted her legs to Steve's shoulders.

Karl said, "OK son, now you need to pace yourself. Start with slow strokes, and after you're all the way in, hold your prick in her for a couple of seconds. And move your hips around a bit so you hit different places inside her."

Joanna was humiliated at being used like some kind of teaching tool. But she had to admit that Steve was a good pupil, and she continued groaning, moaning and whining as his cock reamed her out in such a beautiful way.

Over the next ten minutes, Karl had Steve vary his techniques as Joanna lay as a helpless prisoner of the lust which had consumed her body. Again, she felt herself approaching orgasm. Something told Karl that she was going to cum again.

"Damn, boy! You done good. The bitch is gonna cum. Now just relax, cause her cunt is gonna try to squeeze your prick off. And don't stop fucking her no matter what.

Joanna's fingers turned to claws as she began bucking under the young man, shoving her hips up against his rampaging prick.

"Shit!' Steve said as he felt her pussy muscles gripping and rhythmically squeezing his hard cock. He had to practice self restraint as his Youth

Ministers wife's cunt tried to entice the cum from his balls. He gritted his teeth and kept plowing her wet pussy until she sighed as her orgasm ebbed, and her pussy muscles relaxed.

"OK, boy, time to switch again!" Karl said.

Joanna was almost oblivious as Steve quickly pulled out and Karl slammed his prick inside her, hammering her body with deep hard, but slow strokes.

The two naked men took turns fucking the young housewife, delighting in her body. They put her on her hands and knees and took turns fucking her doggy style. They made the exhausted woman climb on their pricks as they lay on the bed, making her ride up and down their pricks.

Joanna was becoming exhausted. She could barely move, and it seems like her orgasms were becoming stronger, the muscles of her body weary from contracting repeatedly. She had just been made to mount Karl as he lay on the bed, and her sore cunt was filled with his hotly throbbing prick.

Neither of the men had cum, and she feared she would soon pass out.

Karl put his hands on her asscheeks, holding her hips still for a minute.

"OK Stevie boy. Its time for the finale. I can't wait too much longer, and I think we've pretty much fucked Mrs. Gee into unconsciousness. We're gonna let you try something new." As he talked, Karl's finger slipped alongside his prick into her pussy. Pulling his finger out, he moved it to her anus, rubbing and circling her asshole before roughly thrusting his finger inside.

Joanna was so tired, she barely responded as the man pushed and fingered her asshole, stretching it and finally eliciting grunts and moans from the beautiful woman.

"Here you go boy! Put some spit on your finger and loosen her up. Then you're gonna fuck her ass and I'm gonna fuck her cunt, and we're gonna hose this sweet bitch like she's never been hosed before."

Joanna was stunned. She had never thought about taking on two men at once.

She groaned when she felt the cool wetness of Steve's spit on her anus and then his finger pushing in and out of her sore ass. Karl's prick was throbbing in her cunt, distracting her. But when Steve pressed the head of his cock against her tight sphincter, she groaned from the pain. The head of his cock popped in and he began slowly working his prick inside her rectum.

Her crotch felt numb as Steve's prick slid inside her, separated only by a thin membrane from Karl's prick.

Joanna had never experienced such sensations wracking her body. She felt totally and completely full. The pricks inside her cunt and ass were throbbing crazily and she could barely move.

They began to each slowly enter and withdraw from her body. For a few minutes Joanna could feel nothing but a dull ache as her young body attempted to adapt to the unnatural invasion by the two male members. But then flickers of desire began to lick at her loins. And that flicker grew until it became a raging flame.

She was being fucked by two men! The sweet, pure little minister's wife was being doubly fucked! The thought drove her wild with lust, and she began throwing her hips back and forth as the two men began fucking her as hard and fast as possible. Joanna thought her tits would explode from the pleasure what was pulsating throughout her body. She felt more full than at any time in her life, and the twin pistons moving in counterpoint were driving her mad. To be the object of lust for these two men gave her a sense of fulfillment that she had never known. Though helplessly sandwiched between them, she wanted them to fuck her, to use her without any thought.

Knowing they were lost in lust for her body made her cum!

She began an orgasm that refused to fade. It was wonderful and horrible at the same time. Her body was immobile, every muscle tight as she heard Karl yell "Shiiiitt! Here it comes baby. Take my cum!" She could literally feel the force of his spurts of sperm shooting against the walls of her pussy.

At the same time, Steve started grunting as well, and she felt her insides receive strong bullets of sperm splashing against her pussy walls as she squeezed her ass and pussy muscles over and over, her mouth open in a soundless scream of pure lust as she became the receptacle into which these two men emptied their hot white sperm. Joanna felt blackness enclosing her world as the two pricks continued throbbing and emptying inside her while her body was being buffeted between then. Mercifully, the naked young blonde wife was overcome by the darkness of unconsciousness as her body continued pounding with an overwhelming orgasm.

Chapter Five

Becky Angel was thoroughly excited. Tom Gee had called her at school and told her to stop by his office after school. It had been several days since he had taken her to the crash room. She had thought about getting in touch with that Janitor, but decided not to. He certainly knew how to do it, but she felt kind of scared of him. And so, every night she had fantasized about Tom.

Today she was wearing a light blue sun dress, short without a slip. She knew she looked sexy, and hoped she pleased Tom. She knocked on his office door and heard him tell her to come in.

He was setting behind his desk when she entered.

He smiled at her, and said "Hi Becky. Lock the door behind you, please."

Becky felt a thrill at his request. She had been sure that he was going to make love to her again, but hearing him ask her to lock the door confirmed that he wanted to get in her panties. She turned and locked his door. He was coming around his desk when she turned back to face him. She felt so special, and her romantic inclinations swelled with expectation as he stepped towards her.

He pulled her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. It wasn't tender or romantic, and it was almost painful to the girl. She dutifully opened her mouth and almost couldn't breathe as his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue licking and pushing inside her sweet oral cavity. She would have pulled her mouth back, but he had taken her hair in one hand and was holding her head as he roughly kissed her.

After a minute of roughly kissing her, he pulled his head back, staring into her gorgeous face.

"Shit baby, I've been dreaming about that mouth of yours for the past three days!" Tom said as he looked at her red swollen lips and her perfect teeth.

His use of vulgarity and his crudeness shocked the young teenager.

"I'm can't wait to feel those gorgeous lips of yours wrapped around my prick!" he said smiling evilly at her and fanning a spark of discomfort in the young girl. The kind and sweet Youth Minister she knew seemed like a different person.

"How bout it, you sweet little bitch, you ready to do a little cocksucking?

Ready to lick my prick and suck my balls. Damn, girl, I'm gonna shoot my cum down your throat and have you swallow it all." He was being deliberately crude, and it made him hot to do so. Becky no longer felt romantic. She just looked back at him, her eyes wide, shocked by his roughness and crude words.

She had been expecting gentle tenderness, and the intensity in his eyes was scaring her a bit.

"In one minute I want your mouth wrapped around my prick, Becky. But I wanna look at your cute little body while you're sucking my dick! Strip for me,

Becky! Strip now!" Tom said.

He released her and took a step back, folding his arms, his eyes hard and glistening.

"Move your ass!" He barked, and Becky trembled as she reached behind her to unzip her sun dress. She was afraid, but she was also excited. He seemed so dominating! His eyes were crawling over her body as she wriggled out of her dress, leaving her in her bra and panties. It was wicked and nasty to undress in front of a man like this, but it was very exciting.

Becky's bra catch was at the front, and she released it, letting the strapless bra fall to the floor, exposing her tits.

"Wait" he commanded. "Put your hands behind the back of your neck and lace your fingers together" he ordered her. She hesitantly did as he said. "Stand up straight and arch your back, you bitch." He said, crossly.

She did as he asked, and realized that in this position, her beautiful breasts were lifted and her nipples were hard and pointing almost upwards.

She stood there as he looked at her. She saw that his pants were showing a swollen prick underneath.

"You have great titties, Becky. Very suckable little nipples. You should show them to a lot of boys and let them play with em." Tom laughed coarsely as Becky flushed with humiliation. He was almost being mean, and she felt on the verge of tears even as her body was throbbing with lust.

"OK, that's good enough. Now strip out of those panties, my sweet little fuck slut" Becky no longer felt romantic. But she felt extremely turned on.

Tom was treating her like a whore. It was degrading but it fueled the fire burning between her legs.

"Turn around and bend over while you push them down." He commanded as she watched him beginning to rub the swollen mound in his pants.

She turned and bent, feeling her breasts stretching away and hanging down as she pushed her little bikini panties down over her hips. She could feel them clinging to her pussy and knew that her cunt was wet and exposed to his eyes.

"Freeze, you beautiful cunt!" She heard Tom say when she had pushed her panties midway down her thighs. The pretty young teen froze, knowing that the older man was looking at her exposed pussy.

"Now move your legs apart" he said.

Becky felt so humiliated. She was tempted to resist, but instead she moved her legs apart.

"Damn, girl, you sure have a cute little cunt!" Tom said. Chuckling, he said

"You're already wet, just waiting to get fucked, aren't you?"

Becky closed her eyes in shame.

"Aren't you?" Tom almost yelled at her.

Shaking, the girl said "Y-Yes sir."

"Yes Sir…what?" Tom said.

Becky felt so humiliated, but she said "Yes Sir, I-I'm wet because I'm r-ready to be…to be f-fucked!" She whispered.

"That's right, sweet cheeks. And I'm gonna fuck your little pussy, don't you worry. But first you're gonna suck my prick and get a belly full of cum.

Now, get those panties off, and get on your knees!"

Becky quickly did as he asked, shoving her thin panties down her legs and stepping out of them. She turned around and sank to her knees before the man.

He kept his arms crossed as he looked down at her with a hard glare. "Well, you can't suck it if its in my pants. Better go fishing for it!"

Becky's hands were trembling as she reached out to his slacks. She found the zipper and pulled it down, letting his pressure packed white briefs jut through obscenely. She decided she had to open his pants up all the way, so she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks. They fell to his feet. He didn't comment, but simply smirked at the naked young girl at his feet. She slipped his shoes and socks off and then helped him step out of his slacks.

Becky tried to pull his briefs down, but his prick, which was jutting out, made it difficult. She had to pull his brief outward away from his belly until the head of his prick appeared. She was then able to pull his briefs down his legs, holding them as he stepped out of them. For a moment she looked at the throbbing prick before her face. It was red, the head kind of purple, and she could see a wet glistening at the little hold on the end.

Taking a breath, she opened her mouth and leaned forward.

When she closed her lips around his prick, she gently sucked, her tongue licking along the huge vein on the underneath of his prick. The man groaned, his hands moving to her head.

Gritting his teeth, he looked down at her, saying "Oh you sweet little cunt.

Suck my cock! That feels sooooo good, you little bitch! Oooohhhhhh, I can't wait to cream your mouth. Keep sucking, you sweet little whore!"

Becky knew that a 'good' girl didn't do nasty things like this. But the sheer depravity of having stripped naked and sucking on her Youth Ministers prick in his office excited her immensely. And having him talk to her so dirty made her feel wickedly excited too! She put her little 15 year old hand between his legs and as she sucked his cock, she gently toyed with his balls. She had heard one of her friends say that guys went nuts when a girl did that.

Tom simply groaned as the young girl toyed with him. He was going to cum soon. He wanted to give her a mouthful of cream before fucking the little bitch. He lifted his polo shirt and stripped it off. He was standing naked before the girl, her mouth continuing to nurse on his prick.

He pulled back on his hips, sliding his prick from her mouth. "Suck my balls, cunt!" He curtly ordered her.

Becky had never done this before, but she opened her mouth and slurped his balls inside, his prick shaft pressed alongside her nose and forehead. She filled her mouth with spit, and began teasing his balls with her tongue.

It was the most incredible feeling Tom Gee had ever experienced. Her mouth was filled with warm spittle, and her tongue was washing round and round his testicles, making them boil and churn, his hot sperm aching to get out.

After only a minute, he groaned "That's enough. Now open your mouth, I'm gonna hose your tonsils!"

Becky was enjoying turning him on so much, and she eagerly opened her mouth and took his throbbing cock inside, her hand returning to massage his nuts as she sucked on him.

"Ohhhhh fuccccckkkkkkkkkk" he loudly groaned as his balls contracted. His prick began bucking inside her mouth, beginning to spray his white hot sperm against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, pouring down her throat as Becky began swallowing rapidly.

A minor orgasm wracked her body as she swallowed Tom's spurting globs of cum. She could hardly believe there was so much, for he continued pumping his prick into her mouth. She could feel some of it dribbling out the sides.

Becky felt so grown up, and could hardly believe that she was actually giving an older man a blow job!

Finally, Tom shuddered and a final dribble leaked into Becky's licking, sucking mouth. He released her hair, and pulled from her mouth. His prick was shiny wet, and in a perverse move, he rubbed it along her cheeks, leaving strands of his cum on her face. He enjoyed watching her lick around her mouth and wipe the strands off her cheek, licking them from her fingers.

He was half hard as he watched the naked young girl. He helped her stand up and then pulled her into his arms, his hand cupping one of her tits, pinching her swollen nipple as he kissed her roughly, his other hand mauling the sweet cheeks of he ass.

Becky loved being treated this way. She didn't realize it, but she was a natural submissive, and being ordered and controlled fulfilled the young girl in a very erotic way.

She felt so sexy when Mr. Gee picked her up, cradling her in his arms. As he held her, his mouth went to one of her tits and he quickly sucked in, then bit it lightly, making her groan. He carried the naked girl over to his desk, which had been cleared of everything on top of it. He lay her on it, and she felt the cool surface against her back.

Leaning over her, he looked into her gorgeous green eyes. "Becky, I bet when you write down those fantasies in your diary…I bet it makes your little pussy wet, doesn't it? Tell me now, girl, don't lie!"

Becky felt ashamed as he talked to her about such a private thing. Nodding her head, she whispered "Yes, Sir, it does"

Smiling wickedly, he said "I'm sure it does. It makes it all wet and slimy and itchy. And Becky, I bet you close your bedroom door and strip all your clothes off and finger your little cunt, don't you?"

Becky paled. How did he know? She was embarrassed and shocked. She only looked at him with eyes open wide.

"Well, honey, I'm going to have you finger your little pussy for me. You're going to masturbate for me." He had taken her hand and she let him move it down between her legs.

"I'm going to stand here and watch you finger your little pussy. You get it all hot, because in a few minutes, I'm going to fuck you! And I want you all wet and sticky inside so I can slide it in you real smoothly."

Her Youth Minister then leaned down and kissed her hotly for a minute. As he kissed her, Becky began slowly moving her fingers up and down her pussy lips, enjoying the feeling.

After kissing her for a minute, Mr. Gee stood up and walked to the end of the desk where her legs were hanging. He took her legs, lifting them and spreading them, looking down at her cunt. "That's right, Becky, finger your cunt for me. Slide that finger inside your hot, horny little hole!"

Becky felt waves of humiliation washing over her as he crudely encouraged her to masturbate in front of him. But she was keenly excited and she began moving her hips up against her toying fingers. She played with her clit as well, and began softly moaning as she watched the older man looking down at her. Slowly she saw his prick begin to swell again, lifting and bobbing.

Watching the older man become excited as he watched her finger her pussy made her rub harder and faster, whimpering as she plunged her finger in and out of her wetly gaping pussy.

Tom was now fully erect, aroused and ready to fuck this sweet bitch. He scrambled up on his desk, pushed her legs high over her head and, seating his cock head in the slit of her pussy pouch, slammed his hips forward, giving the girl no time to adjust to his size as he buried his cock deep inside the sopping wet glove of her cunt.

Becky almost passed out form the sudden filling of her little pussy canal.

As it was, she couldn't breathe for ten seconds, and lay there gasping, her eyes open wide in panic. Finally, she took in air and squealed with a high pitched little girl sound that inflamed Tom's savage lust. Immediately he started slamming inside of her as hard as possible. He didn't want to cum right away, so he gave her long hard strokes, then held his prick inside her, grinding against her spread wide cunt.

Becky's cunt was numb from the savage beating his hips were giving her. Each time he slammed inside her, it drove her hips into the hard desk, bruising her and squashing her pussy lips.

Becky's head was whipping back and forth as she gasped and cried out. Tom reached under her ass and roughly thrust a stubby finger into her asshole, making the poor girl sob and cry from the pain of his brutal fuck.

The pain was not long lasting, however, and Becky began feeling pleasure, although it was a weirdly masochistic kind of thing. But it quickly inflamed her, and she began whimpering with pleasure now.

The wet sound of flesh slapping together filled his office. He looked at the girl, loving to see her eyes jerk around, not focusing on anything, her mouth open and the harsh sound of air rushing in and out of her lungs.

Lowering his head, he chewed on a swollen tender nipple, making the girl cry out even as she continued throwing her hips back up at his skewering cock.

He roughly pulled his finger from her asshole, slamming his prick inside her and holding it there as the girl squirmed and writhed underneath him as she tried to cum. His hands grabbed her head, and he held it firm as he looked into her passion glazed eyes.

Whispering savagely, he said "I'm going to sperm you now Becky. I'm gonna shoot my cum inside that sweet little cunt. You're MINE from now on, do you understand. You're mind to use as I want. And I'm going to fill you up over and over. You're gonna be my own personal cum slut."

She was barely able to think, but the import of his words hit her like an erotic hammer. It made her cunt twist and turn around his deeply imbedded prick, and sent the girl off on an orgasm as she gasped vainly for air.

"That's right, Becky, you're my bitch form not on. And I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand!", the man said to the teenage girl spread out on his deck.

He began slamming his prick in and out of her as fast and hard as possible.

And within a minute, he began spraying the insides of the girl with his hot cum, his cock spurting stream after stream of his cum into her hotly sucking cunt.

Slowly her cunt relaxed, releasing its death grip on his cock. He looked down into the face of the young girl as his cock began slowly wilting inside her messy, wet pussy.

Softly, he said to her "Becky, I want you to say it. Tell me that your cunt belongs to me."

She flushed in shame. "Oh please, Tom, that's…that's so nasty!"

Laughing, he said "Oh course it is. That's why I want to hear you say it.

Say it and mean it!"

She swallowed nervously, but then whispered, "Yes Tom. I belong to you!"

Smiling, he said "No, that's not what I want to hear. Now say it!"

Swallowing again, she said with red face "M-my c-cunt belongs to you." She felt his prick give a lurch inside her as she said the words.

"Good, Becky!" he said. "Now, tell me that I can fuck you anytime I want."

She was humiliated to be saying it, but she knew it was turning him on, and so she said "Yes, Tom, you can fuck me any time you want!"

"That's right, Becky. Your pussy belongs to me doesn't it?" he said.

"Yes Tom…My pussy belongs to you. And…you can fuck me any time you want." Becky enjoyed the thought of turning him on with her nasty talk.

Continuing, she said "And you can make me suck your big ole prick anytime you want to. And you can put your finger inside my bottom hole!" She really enjoyed feeling so grown up and nasty using these words.

"You are a nasty, dirty little girl, aren't you Becky?" he chuckled.

"Oh yes, Mr. Gee, I'm nasty and dirty" she said, feeling shamed but excited.

Laughing, he looked at he and said, "Oh, you sweet little cunt, I'm gonna do lots and lots of nasty things to you. I'm going to fuck your little asshole!

What do you think about that, you gorgeous piece of ass?"

Becky was shocked speechless. He was serious! The thought of having a man put his prick inside her poor little asshole made her whole crotch area seize up. Tom felt her squeezing, and his prick slipped from her sopping wet cunt.

Laughing, he said "Remember Becky, you belong to me. Your cunt, your mouth, and even your asshole. I can fuck any of your holes whenever I want. Do you understand? Do you?"

Becky was afraid. She knew that he meant it, and on some level she also knew that she had surrendered to him. If that's what he wanted, she knew that she would let him do it to her. She was terrified that it would rip her in half, though!

Becky nodded her head.

"Good! You're such a hot little piece of ass, you need to be fucked at least every other day! So from now on, every other day after school, you'll stop by here to get fucked. Agreed?" he felt supremely powerful as he continued to lay upon the helpless girl.

"Yes Mr. Gee." The beautiful teenager said to him.

He kissed her hard and long and then let her up. Becky felt her body ache from the fucking he had given her, and she slowly dressed. He just watched her, a smile on his face as he admired her body.

As she was leaving, he stopped her. "Becky?"

Turning, she said, "Yes, Mr. Gee?"

"When you come day after tomorrow, you know that I'm going to fuck your little asshole, don't you?" He grinned evilly at her.

Taking a deep breath, the shaken young girl whispered. "Y-Yes sir, Mr. Gee."

Nodding and smiling, he said "That's a good girl. Now run along"

Becky took a last look at the Youth Minister, leaning against his desk and naked, and it shook her to the core of her being as she saw his prick begin swelling and lifting as he watched her go. It was at that point that she realized that in his eyes, she was a pretty cunt, a body to ram his cock into and spew his sperm into. The thought both thrilled and terrified the young teen. But she realized that the nonsense she had been dreaming about, romantic feelings for Tom, had only been vapor. She knew that he didn't really think she was special, but that she was just a body with holes he could shove his prick into and empty his sperm inside.

She was lost in thought as she made her way out of the church complex. As she passed the entryway, she noticed a woman setting at a desk crying and talking to another woman. She tried to ignore them as she walked past, but she slowed when she heard:

"I just can't believe it. Rick was so young! Do they think he slipped?"

The other woman said "Yes, they think he missed a step and then lost his balance. Its a horrible accident! And, he was such a good janitor!"

Becky slowed as she turned the corner. She listened for a minute, confirming that they were talking about Rick the Janitor, the one with the fabulous prick who had fucked her. Her mind went numb as she thought about how scared Tom had been when Rick had discovered them. She tried to force that thought from her mind, but she was unable to as she slowly walked home, her mind racing furiously.

Chapter Six

Joanna had attended Rick's funeral, struggling whether to feel relieved that her "rapist" was dead or sorry that she would never again feel his mouth, his hands, or his beautiful huge prick sawing away at her pussy.

She had avoided Tom as much as possible, not wanting him to notice if she acted strange. But he had been subdued, involved in church work, and she hadn't needed to worry.

Last Sunday, she had seen Steve at church, and though she had tried to avoid him, he found her in a hallway. He had been friendly and courteous, but she had been terrified that someone would see them together or that he would be overheard, and she quickly left him behind.

She had seen him again at the funeral. He had looked at her and she had glanced away. The next time she looked, he had a mournful expression on his face. She felt sorry for him. It was obvious that he had a crush on her, but she was terrified that others would find out about the wicked and shameful sexual sins she had been engaged in.

As the beautiful blonde woman drove home from the funeral, she contemplated her life. She had left behind the protected and sheltered land of being a ministers wife. She had accepted that her husband was a crummy lover, that he was married to his job, and that he didn't love her in near the manner he thought he did.

She also realized that she loved sex. The experiences of the past month had taught her that she was a normal healthy sexual being, and that there was a whole new world out there. She didn't have to settle for a quickie five minute fuck from Tom. But that thought warred with her desire to be a "good" girl and her resistence to the sexual degradations that she found so exciting.

She hadn't been home more than five minutes when there was a soft tapping on the patio door, making her jump. She looked and there was Steve standing outside looking at her with a puppy dog expression. A shudder passed through her, for she knew she was extremely vulnerable at the moment. She HAD to resist him.

She went to the door but would not open it. "What do you want?" she shouted through the glass.

"Mrs. Gee…Joanna…please let me in. I need to talk to you!" Steve said, his beautiful young eyes affecting the young wife.

"There's nothing to talk about!" She said, looking at him and frowning.

"Come on Joanna. I promise I'll just take a minute, and…and I won't touch you, and then I'll leave" He sounded so pitiful Joanna was tempted. She nervously bit her lower lip as she thought about it. Finally, she undid the lock and slid the door open.

"OK, but just a minute" she said, stepping back and letting him inside. She stood there with her arms folded across her breasts, feeling uncomfortable and wishing he would hurry. Being alone with him reminded her of how out of control she had become when he had fucked her.

"Joanna…first, you really look beautiful today!" Steve stammered.

She blushed, unable to resist feeling a rush of pleasure from his compliment.

"And…I want you to know that, well, that I'm sorry if I…well, you know…if I kind of f-forced you the other day." He was blushing, surprising her.

"I mean, it was the greatest experience of my life. It was, well, nothing has ever come close, but I just want you to…well, to not hate me. You see, I've really liked you…for a long time!" He was trying to be calm, but his nervousness was showing through.

Joanna felt a rush of affection for him. He was really good looking, and so vulnerable right now that she wanted to…NO! She had to mentally shake herself. If this boy knew how easy it would be to get inside her panties right now, she'd be lost. Even as she tried to speak in a calm voice, she felt her body tingling with desire. She couldn't force from her mind how wonderful his prick had felt as it had plundered the depths of her cunt.

Softly, she said, "Steve, that's OK. I understand. And…I don't hate you.

What you did was very very wrong, you know. But, but I could have struggled more. I should have struggled more. So, I guess that maybe I'm kind of guilty to. I-I forgive you!" She said, her heart racing. She was telling the truth! She was as much to blame as Steve and Karl.

Steve said "Oh Joanna..thank you for saying that! You don't know how much

I've wanted your forgiveness. What you think is very important to me."

He felt such intense relief that in his exuberance, he reached out and hugged the woman.

His touch was like a blowtorch to Joanna's body, immediately heating her loins as she felt his strong young body holding hers. Her hands gripped the muscles of his back as she began to shake. She felt the blood pounding into her nipples, making them swell and almost immediately she felt a wetness between her itching pussy lips.

Joanna cursed her body's weakness even as her arousal stimulated the pleasure centers within her body.

"Hey, Joanna, its OK. Are you all right?" Steve asked as he held her trembling form.

And then, he realized what was happening to her. He could feel the hardened tips of her nipples pressing against his chest and she was openly pressing her hips against his. He felt his cock began to swell as he held the gorgeous beautiful woman.

Joanna couldn't help it. She didn't want to give in to the wicked desires, but she was helpless. And now this boy was going to strip her naked and fuck her and she knew that she would let him, unable to make herself stop him.

She felt miserable even as her body was looking forward to being fucked.

She looked into his eyes, and knew that he could see her surrender. He knew that she was his to do with as he wanted. The only thing to be decided was where he would fuck her, here on the floor or maybe on the couch in the living room or even her bed.

"Joanna, I know that I could make love to you right now. And more than anything else, I want to make love to you. But if I ever make love to you again it will be because You want it, because YOU choose to make it happen.

If you ever decide that, please let me know."

The young man kissed her sweetly on the mouth, and then turned and left her standing there, stunned and speechless. Her body was throbbing with need, but her mind was amazed at the maturity and self control of the young man.

She could feel herself being powerfully drawn to him as she stood watching him walk away.

Chapter Seven

In just a few weeks, Tom Gee had undergone a radical change. Not physically or outwardly. But inside his mind and heart his entire perspective on virtually every part of his life was now different. Reading Becky Angels journal, watching her being fucked by Rick and fucking her himself had triggered a faulty mental switch inside his head. Though basically insensitive previously, he had abandoned all moral considerations. All he could think of anymore was of sex. And it was sex of the violent and rapacious kind inflicted upon teen girls which had become his obsession. And specifically, girls in his youth group. While Becky was the cutest girl in his Youth Group, there were several who very also very cute and who seemed to drip sex appeal.

He had lost all interest in his wife, judging her as being "frigid" and essentially ignoring her. Yesterday, he had fucked Becky Angel in the ass.

He had read a porn novel to learn how to fuck a woman in the ass, and had prepared her by licking her ass crack, slowly stretching her open with his fingers and tongue. Becky had shooke and moaned and cried out as he has licked her so obscenely. He gently strethed her little anus apart with the head of his prick until he felt it pop inside her tight little asshole. He slowly eased himself inside her dry warm buttery ass. But after getting his prick deep inside her, he had lost control, slamming into her upthrust buttocks harder and harder. He maniacally fucked her tiny little body, his hands iron claws holding her hips. He hadn't cared about her feelings, and had cum in her ass, spraying his hot cream along her dry, warm rectal canal.

It was only as he recovered had he noticed that Becky was crying and sobbing, obviously in great pain. He noticed streaks of red on his prick as he pulled his prick from her bruised ass flesh. He should have felt remorse, but instead, his prick began swelling as he listened to her crying from pain. As she lay under him crying, she looked very much like the 15 year old child that she actually was and not the beautiful nymphette he had been drawn too. But he enjoyed seeing how young and vulnerable she wasy. He had rolled her over on her back, and thrust into her cunt. She had continued crying for a couple of minutes, feebly resisting him as he fucked the young girl while whispering obscenities in her ear, calling her whore, slut and fuck bitch.

Becky had been in a panic from the pain in her rectum as Tom had mercilessly pounded her flesh, tearing the sensitive membranes. All of her crying for him to stop had fallen on deaf ears. She felt numb as he began fucking her pussy, but at least she was wet, and the pain had faded to a dull ache.

However, the experience had opened her eyes and she no longer suppressed the dark thoughts she had started thinking about her Youth Minister. She was afraid! In her heart, she knew that the Youth Minister was responsible for

Rick's death.

She had quickly dressed and left Tom's office after he had quickly cum inside of her. He had not noticed how uneasy she was, simply telling her to be back at his office in two days. But as Becky tenderly walked from his office, her ass filled with his cum and a dull ache, she knew that she wouldn't be back to his office again.

Tom's mental status had deteriorated, and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He felt invincible and believed that he could do whatever he wanted. In his mind, the girls in his Youth Group were nothing more than young cunts, wet and waiting for someone to fuck. And HE was going to be the one to get inside the tight and hot little wet pussies.

Jane Moschetti was a sweet and beautiful girl in his Youth Group. She was slender of build, but had long auburn hair and large beautiful amber eyes.

She had a wide, generous mouth, and was almost always laughing or smiling.

Tom had decided that she would be the next girl to feel his prick shoving inside of her. Though he had never been to her house, he knew where she lived. He also knew her mother was divorced and worked swing shift.

Tom was setting in his car as the sun went down. He was parked outside of

Jane's house and had already scouted it to learn that the back patio door wasn't locked. He knew that she had basketball practice after school, but that it had ended 20 minutes ago. He sat impatiently until he noticed a figure walking down the sidewalk in the twilight. It was Jane. DAMN! There was another person with her, a girl he didn't recognize.

Tom thought about leaving and coming back another time. However, self control had deserted him, and after seeing the girls go into Jane's house he decided that he would double his pleasure tonight.

He slid the patio door open and stepped inside, listening carefully. There was a TV playing somewhere, it sounded like from a basement. He locked the door and shut off the lights. He went to the front door and locked it as well. He moved around the house, turning off lights. He didn't want anyone to come to the door and think there were people home. After turning off all the lights, he softly moved down the steps to the basement, after closing and locking the door at the landing.

Jane and her friend were setting on a couch watching TV, their backs to him.

The basement was a combination den/work area, and there were a couple of storage rooms. Tom grinned as he thought about how much fun he was going to have raping the two girls.

They both shrieked when Tom said "Hi there girls!", jumping up from the couch, their eyes wide, their young teen bodies beautiful as he looked at them. They were dressed in shorts and black sports bras.

"Mr. Gee! What are YOU doing here? How did you get in? I didn't hear the door bell!" Jane said as she looked at her Youth Minister.

"Well, Jane I've come to see you. But I see you have a friend. And who might this be?", he said as he took a step closer to the girls.

Jane nervously said "This is Shannon. She plays basketball too, and she's spending the night. Uh, Mr. Gee…how come you didn't knock on the door or ring the doorbell?" she said, her courage beginning to show.

Ignoring her question, Tom said "Well hello Shannon. Its nice to meet you."

He stepped forward and held out his hand to shake. Shannon was nervous, but she took his hand to shake it, and then shrieked when he pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her.

Jane was shocked into immobility as she watched her Youth Minister wrestling with Shannon. Shannon was struggling and screaming in his arms.

Tom had prepared to restrain Jane, having brought a pair of handcuffs. He had snapped them on one of Shannon's wrist and had dragged her bodily over to an overhead 4" pipe. He wrestled her arms up and then tossed the cuffs over the bar, snapping the other cuff on her other wrist, effectively restraining the girl, her arms raised and cuffed to the pipe.

Tom saw that Shannon was very beautiful. She had a full body, deep blue eyes, and blonde hair that was scattered over her shoulders.

Turning, he looked at Jane. She opened her mouth and screamed loudly, terrified at watching her friend being cuffed.

Tom started talking to her in a soothing voice. "Shhhhhhhh, Jane. There's no need to make so much noise. Now just calm down. Take it easy." He had moved towards her, and she froze, terrified of the older man.

Tears were in her eyes as she whimpered, "Noooo, Mr. Gee. Please don't…nooooooo". Both girls were wearing shorts and sports bras, and Tom could hardly wait to strip their clothes from them. He knew that if he could just kiss Jane, she would become turned on and he could do whatever he wanted with her sweet firm young body.

He put his hands on her arms and pulled her to him. Jane was numb with fear.

This was not the Youth minister she knew. She began struggling when he tried to kiss her, turning her head.

Tom was angered at her resistance, and he slapped her across the face. "Stop struggling, you silly little bitch!" he said.

Jane was shocked and stunned. Tom roughly grabbed her hair, holding her head and crushed her mouth with his, savagely bruising her lips as he orally raped her mouth. She wouldn't open her mouth, so he pulled on her hair, making her cry out, and when she did, his tongue penetrated her mouth.

Jane was struggling again, trying to breathe while being stunned by the violence of his assault. She felt his cock pressing against her and in a panic she fought him off.

He was grinning. She was playing hard to get, and he liked that. Quickly, he pulled his shirt off as he continued to eye the gasping girl just out of reach. He kicked his sandals off and pushed his shorts down, stepping out of them and standing gloriously naked in front of the young teenage girl.

Jane's eyes were huge as she looked at Mr. Gee's cock. "Nooooooooooooooooo" she moaned as she saw him wrap his hand around it and begin slowly stroking the long shaft.

"Jane, I can't wait to get this inside your sweet little cunt. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I bet you're wet thinking about how good its going to feel!" Tom was smiling at her, thinking that she was aroused and that his words would be turning her on. In his delusion he imagined that every girl who saw his naked body would immediately be so excited they'd be unable to resist him.

But that only scared the young girl. She bolted towards the basement stairs, but Tom caught her from behind, pulling her against his naked body and dragging her back to the open area between the couch and the TV. He wished there were a bed, but since there wasn't, the thick carpet would have to do.

Shannon was screaming at him to leave her alone, kicking futilely, trying to pull her hands from the cuffs but having no success.

It took him several minutes to get her training bra off of her. It was a spandex material and he was unable to rip it, so he had to work it up off her breasts and over her head and arms. He didn't have as much trouble with her shorts. She was either tiring or accepting the inevitable. In his mind,

Tom thought that she was simply giving into the hormones he knew were flooding her body, and that she was falling under his sexual spell.

He was holding her arms above her head as she struggled. She continued moaning and screaming "nooooo" as she writhed under him. Her breasts were shaking and shuddering, and he could hardly wait to kiss those little button nipples. He reached between her legs, and feeling her panties, simply ripped them from her body, tossing the shredded pieces aside and running his hand all over her naked body.

When Jane tried to knee him, it angered him, and again he slapped her across the face. Jane was stunned, and couldn't actively resist as Tom lowered his mouth to her breasts. She groaned when she felt his sucking on one of her breasts and cried out when his teeth bit her sensitive little nipple.

She feebly resisted when she felt his hand cupping her virgin pussy, and cried out in pain as he shoved a finger inside her.

He became aware that Shannon was screaming at him to leave her alone. He looked up at the girl and savagely said "Don't worry, you little bitch, you're gonna get a taste of my prick too!"

Tom was out of control. All he could think about was fucking the naked girl.

He moved over on top of her, pushing her thighs apart as his hips slipped over the top of hers, feeling her thighs spreading and moving outside his legs. Jane was still dazed from his slap.

He reached down to guide his cock inside of her. He was momentarily surprised that she wasn't wet. Becky had been extremely wet when he'd fucked her. But he couldn't detect any moistness at all between Jane's pussy lips.

Quickly, he wet his fingers and then rubbed them on and just inside Jane's little pussy.

He steered the head of his prick to her cunt and began shoving with his hips, attempting to force his way into her virgin pussy tunnel.

Jane had been stunned from his slap. But when she felt his cock cruelly stretching her pussy lips and shoving inside her body, she screamed from the pain, trying to evade his thrusting cock. But he released her hands above her head and grabbed her legs pulling them apart and pushing them back, effectively opening up her body.

He slammed his prick against the teen girl with all of his power, and his prick rammed its way several inches inside her. It hurt him, but he was mad with lust, and pulling back slightly, slammed his hips again. Jane almost fainted from the pain, and tears were rolling down her cheeks as she felt the horrible pain between her legs. Again, her Youth Minister pulled slightly out and then slammed his hips forward, send his prick deep inside of her, causing her to scream.

Mercifully, Jane passed out from the pain and was unconscious as the man raped her body for the next few minutes. Her body had responded by moistening somewhat, and when Jane slowly returned to consciousness, he was fucking her without appreciable difficulty.

The horrible pain had faded. Jane was conscious of the sweaty man grunting and groaning on top of her body. She felt numb from the waist down, but also sensed an extremely "full" sensation. She had dreamed of giving herself to her husband on her wedding night, but knew that dream was gone. She had liked Tom, respected him and thought he was pretty kewl. But she realized that he was a predator, and she determined that she would make him pay for raping her.

Tom was jack hammering the young teen girl as fast and hard as possible, her body bouncing underneath him. He tried kissing her, but she turned her head to the side as she continued trying to push him off of her, all the time sobbing and crying for him to stop. Her voice and Shannon's continued to call him names, telling him to leave them alone.

"Oh, you little whore you! Come on, bitch, Fuck that sweet little pussy against me." He said to her, repeating obscenities at her, thinking that would arouse her.

Jane continued crying, just wanting it to be over. She tried to ignore his foul words as she simply gave up, lying passively underneath the rutting man, feeling cheap and used.

Not long after that, she heard him beginning calling her a whore over and over, and then she felt a wetness begin to spread inside of her. She realized that he was cumming, and she prayed that she wouldn't get pregnant.

The thought made her cry more loudly.

Tom lay on the body of the young girl, feeling her shaking and crying. He pulled his prick from her body, noticing the red streaks from her ruptured hymen. He felt vaguely sick as he looked down on her. She looked like a little girl.

Softly, he said "You're a lousy fuck! Shit, what a cold little bitch you are!" Jane began crying harder at his cruel words as she lay on the carpet, bruised and battered.

Looking at Shannon, his eyes took on a glassy look. "Maybe your little friend will be a hotter fuck, huh?"

Shannon began screaming as he rose to his feet. He smiled evilly as he walked to the beautiful blonde girl as she struggled wildly to pull her hands from the handcuffs. Tom stood in front of her, enjoying the look of terror on her face.

Softly, he said "Stop screaming, you dirty little cunt!"

But Shannon was wild with panic, and didn't really hear the man.

Tom hauled off and slapped her hard across the face, stunning her. Shannon sagged, her arms pulled tight and her body hanging from her cuffed hands.

She was gasping, soft sobs being emitted by her beautiful mouth.

As she hung there, Tom pulled her shorts down, revealing pretty, white bikini panties. Taking them in hand, he simply pulled, ripping them from her hips. He saw that she had a sparse covering of blonde hair which was unable to hide the lips of her cunt. He had noticed a pair of scissors among a collection of tools setting on some boxes. He walked over and grabbed them.

Returning to the girl, he cut her sports bra off, revealing very pretty, full breasts with long dark nipples. His prick had begun to rise again as he looked at the naked girl hung up before him.

He leaned over and begun roughly sucking on one of her breasts, chewing on a nipple. He also put a hand between her leg and began rubbing Shannon's cunt.

As his mouth and hands invaded Shannon's body, she began to return to awareness. Her eyes opened and she saw Jane, who had pulled up into a fetal position, laying on the carpet, her body shaking as she quietly sobbed.

She was afraid, but also angry at the asshole. But as much as she hated it, she couldn't keep her body from beginning to respond to the man. She knew that her pussy was beginning to become wet. She gasped when he began probing inside her pussy, his finger worming all around and stirring her flesh.

She tried to keep from moaning as his mouth suckled her breasts, but she had very tender breasts and whenever a boy/man sucked them, it destroyed her resolve to resist.

Tom felt her wetness and heard her moans. Now this was more like it, he thought. He let her hardening nipple pop from his mouth, but he continued thrusting a finger deep inside the helpless girl, probing her wetness.

He looked into her eyes, and smiling said "Now you are going to be a good little fuck."

He loved seeing her face turn red as Shannon flushed from shame, turning her head to the side so that she didn't have to look at the lusting man.

"I bet you love having guys finger your sweet little cunt, don't you, you hot little piece of ass!" he whispered at her, knowing he was humiliating her and getting pleasure from it.

"So how many guys have fucked you, little girl? Five? Ten? I bet you just love taking pricks up this sweet little cunt! You take it up the ass, too, don't you?" He grinned as he savagely finger fucked the naked teenage girl.

Shannon was humiliated and shamed as the mans fingers toyed with her wet flesh. Her body had again betrayed her, just as it had over and over during the past four years as her Uncle and Father had fucked her whenever the mood hit them. For Shannon was very sexually experienced. Her Father had fucked her one night after coming home drunk. Her mother was dead, and after that night, her Father would regularly climb into her bed, strip her naked and use her. She had been forced to learn how to suck his prick, how to hold her pussy lips open as she kneeled waiting for him to mount her.

And then one night, her father and his brother had come home drunk. Her father had ripped her nightie off and pinned her to the bed, fucking he sweet cunt. As soon as he filled her with his sperm and rolled off, her naked Uncle had mounted her. Over and over that night they had taken turns at Shannon, fucking her mouth, her cunt and even her asshole. As the sun rose they had fucked her one last night, her father prick in her mouth and her uncle behind her fucking her pussy. They had cum at the same time and then all three had fallen asleep in exhaustion.

And so, Shannon was not afraid of the sex, only of the violence she saw in this assholes eyes.

The girl knew the best thing for her was to simply go along with the man, to do whatever he wanted.

He looked at her and repeated "So have you ever taken it up your ass, bitch?"

Her beautiful blue eyes had tears in them as she slowly nodded her head while the man slipped his other hand around her gorgeous ass while continuing to finger her sopping wet pussy.

Grinning, Tom said "That's good, you sweet little cunt. Cause I'm gonna fuck you up your asshole, too. You're a gorgeous little whore, you know that? You were made to suck the spunk out of a man's cock, to give your pussy and asshole to men to be fingered, licked and fucked." He was wild with lust now.

"Now lift those pretty legs of yours and wrap them around my waist, cause

I'm gonna fuck your sweet little cunt." He spat at the girl.

Slowly, she lifted her legs, taking all of her weight on her wrists. Though he didn't know it, this was not the first time, or even the second for that matter, that she had been hung up in order to be fucked in this manner.

She felt the mans hands cupping and lifting her beautifully rounded ass cheeks, and she was grateful for the reduced stretching of her arms as he took some of her weight.

She didn't want to respond when she felt his cock pressing against her pussy lips, slipping along her pussy canal to slide deep inside her body. But having been fucked almost every day at least twice, she was conditioned to it, and the beautiful blonde girl groaned from pleasure as she felt his prick reach deep inside her, the head banging against her cervix.

When his mouth crushed hers, she didn't resist, but automatically opened her sweet wet mouth and kissed him back, sucking on the tongue that inevitably began thrusting into her mouth.

Tom began hammering into the young girl, his hands squeezing her ass, giving into the fuck lust of his soul.

Shannon realized that the man was not going to last very long. Part of her was grateful, but another part of her was frustrated. When her Father and

Uncle fucked her, it would last oftentimes for thirty minutes, and when they took turns at her, it wasn't unusual for the girl to cum ten times. But she knew she wasn't going to cum today.

She leaned her head back, sobbing in frustration, knowing that she was not going to cum. As she felt him begin to pour his sperm inside her, she was attempting to hammer her hips back at him in the vain hope of cumming too.

The explosion deafened her ears. She felt her body sprayed with a wetness, and immediately the body fucking her went limp, his prick pulling from her pussy.

She opened her eyes and saw Jane standing with a gun in her hand. She was still naked! She looked down and almost threw up as she saw that the back part of the man's head was blown off. His dead lifeless eyes were looking up at her as if in confusion.

Jane was on the verge of falling to pieces. Shannon knew she had to get control of herself, and she calmly told Jane to go check his clothes for the key to the handcuffs. Jane was sobbing, her eyes wild, as she did what

Shannon said. She found the key, but had to drag a chair over to stand on it and let her friend go.

Shannon called 911, and then the girls dressed. Shannon had to comfort and hold Jane, who was shaking so bad, she could hardly dress herself. She was in shock, so Shannon called an ambulance. She sat holding her friend, both of them turning away from the sloppy mess that had been Tom Gee, Youth minister and rapist.

Chapter Eight

In the aftermath of the sensational story, the lives of those involved were deeply affected.

As a result of the questioning by the police, Shannon's father and uncle were arrested, and ultimately convicted of incest and rape. Shannon was now free of them, living with a very sweet and loving aunt, and her schoolwork improved dramatically. She became one of the most popular girls in school, and had her pick of boys. However, she continued to prefer to be with older men and eventually fell in love with one of her College Professors, who divorced his wife, married Shannon and who died a year later of a heart attack while in coitus with the beautiful blonde.

Jane struggled for months emotionally, finally entering long term therapy.

Five years later, her therapist introduced her to loving, pleasurable sex, and she married the older man a year later. They had six children and moved to California.

After investigation, the authorities suspected Tom Gee was guilty of the murder of the Janitor, Rick Stepfield. But with his death, there was no further investigation. Jane's parents sued the church and won a multi-million dollar award from the insurance company. They eventually divorced.

Two months later, things had quieted down somewhat. Becky Angel had been interviewed but hadn't mentioned anything about her sexual encounters with

Tom or Rick. She had acted dumb, and had been terrified she'd be caught, but time had eased her fears and she had begun relaxing, getting back into her school activities. Her body had healed from the vicious fucking of her asshole. She found herself thinking often of sex, regretting that Rick was gone. And when she would masturbate, she had begun to tickled and tease her own little asshole, gently worming a finger inside. It gave her a nasty, but very sexy feeling!

During the last class of the day, a runner had brought a note to her classroom. She nervously unfolded it. It was a phone message. Reverend

Stevens, the Senior Minister of her church, had called and asked her to stop by his office after school. Becky's heart leaped to her throat! Had Rev.

Stevens found out something? Were her parents going to be there when she got to his office? Maybe the police will be there.

Becky made herself sick imagining the worst case scenario during her last class. With a heavy and terrified heart, she made her way to the church building. She quietly made her way to Rev. Stevens office. The building was quiet. She knocked on his office door.

The door opened and Reverend Stevens smiled at her. "Hello Becky, I'm so glad you were able to stop by. Come on in!"

Becky had only been in this office once before, when she and her family joined the church and had been officially welcomed. It was a very nice, large office, with thick carpeting and recessed lighting. Instead of setting at his desk, Rev. Stevens took Becky's hand and led her over to a beautiful couch. He sat down beside her, and took her hands in his.

"Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something that is very private. And before you say anything, I want you to know that NOTHING you say will leave this room. Do you understand?" Rev. Stevens was really old, maybe 40 or even older, but he had a nice smile. Hearing him say that he wouldn't tell anyone anything made her feel soooo much better. She smiled shyly at him, her huge green eyes looking into his wise brown eyes.

"Becky, when Tom was killed…well, in light of his activities, I felt I needed to find out as much as possible. Now, normally whenever anyone visits with my staff, Darlene our receptionist, logs who it was and who they were seeing. I checked the logs and during the weeks leading up to Tom's death, you came to see him quite often. Almost every other day. Can you tell me why you saw him so often?"

Rev. Stevens was smiling gently, and Becky really wanted to confess to him.

But she was so afraid. Lowering her head, she shook her head "no", then whispered, "I-I just had to…to talk about stuff with him," she whispered, her face reddening as she lied to the Reverend.

"Becky…I happen to know that more went on between you besides…talking"

Rev Stevens said to her, not unkindly. "For instance, would you like to tell me what happened in the crash room?"

Becky looked at Rev Stevens, her eyes wide open in shock. How did he know???? Her mind was racing. What did he know? Could she lie her way out of this?

Her face was pale as she stared at the older man. Whispering, she said

"H-How did you k-know?"

Smiling, he said "I have my sources, Becky. Now, I'm aware that you had a sexual encounter with Rev. Gee, and…and with our deceased janitor!"

Becky was dizzy. He knew it! Somehow Rev. Stevens knew what had happened.

"Becky, I just want to hear your side of the story. Again, what you tell me will be a secret. It won't leave this room."

Tears formed in Becky's eyes, and Rev. Stevens tenderly pulled her into his arms as she sobbed for several minutes. And then, in a halting voice, she began telling how Tom had found her diary and blackmailed her with it. She didn't tell Rev Stevens what she had written, only that it was very private.

She told Rev Stevens how Tom had taken her to the crash room and confronted her, threatening to tell her parents about her diary. Without anyone to challenge her, she told Rev Stevens that he had told her he'd ruin her if she didn't give in to his demands. She embellished her resistance, telling him she struggled against him, telling him "no", but that he was too strong.

She told him how Tom had undressed her and then began "having sex" with her.

As she remembered the experience, she felt her nipples swelling and a moistness growing between her legs. Rev Stevens had his arms around her as she told the story, and she enjoyed his strength even as she recognized that she was turning herself on.

She said that Tom had "cum inside my body", and that she had gratefully thought he was done with her when Rick had entered the crash room and had

"penetrated me and started fucking me for a really long time". Becky wasn't even aware that her language had gradually become more graphic and erotic.

Neither had she realized that she was slowly squirming, rubbing her thighs together as she continued her story.

She told how Tom had "used my mouth, making me suck and lick his cock until he came. And then he made me Swallow it!!!" Becky's body felt so hot, she longed to touch herself. It was then that she happened to glance down, and she saw that under Rev. Stevens slacks there was an absolutely HUGE swollen prick. She looked into his face and saw that his eyes were closed as he listened to her.

Becky continued her story, but her eyes were on that gigantic throbbing mass in Rev. Stevens pants. She began using more graphic language as she described how Tom had made her come to his office every other day. She described in detail how he had fingered her, licked her little pussy to many orgasms and then had fucked her on his office floor, on his desk, and how he had bent her over his chair and fucked her from behind. She described in vivid detail how he had always stripped her naked, how he would make her kneel on the floor and look up into his eyes while he fucked her mouth.

There was no mistaking Becky's arousal as she rubbed her legs together while looking at the Rev. Stevens throbbing prick under his pants.

"And Rev. Stevens, he'd shoot his cum into my mouth. He'd make me SWALLOW it all down while I Iooked at him with his cock bucking in my mouth. Sometimes

I just couldn't swallow it all and it would run down my chin…But Rev.

Stevens, you know what the very worst part of it is?"

Becky reached out and turned Rev. Stevens face towards hers. He opened his eyes, and looked into the most luminous beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.

"I just gotta confess, Rev Stevens. You promise you won't tell anyone, and that you won't think bad of me?" Becky whispered to the sexy older man.

He just nodded his head as he stared into her face.

Whispering, she said "The worst part is that…that I miss it. I know that Rev. Gee was a bad man, and that he did bad things to people. But, sometimes I remember the things he did to me…and, Rev Stevens, I miss those things. D-Do you think I'm a bad girl, Rev. Stevens?"

His voice husky and hoarse sounding, Rev. Stevens said, "Oh Becky, no I don't think you're a bad girl. You see, certain…uhhhh…urges are normal for people."

Becky smiled at the older man. "Oh, I'm so glad you don't think I'm horrible!"

He smiled back, "No, sweetheart, I don't think you're horrible. In fact, I think you are…very special indeed. And very beautiful!"

"Rev. Stevens, do you think its awful of me to think about having a man undress me, strip me naked and…and do things to me? Nasty things? Am I awful for thinking about that?" Becky whispered to the older man.

He was trembling as he looked at her. He was an intelligent man, and he realized that he had approached a certain line. If he stepped past it, he would endanger everything he'd worked for. But he also would taste the ripest, most forbidden fruit available.

Sighing, then smiling, he looked into Becky's eyes and said "No, you're not awful for thinking about those things Becky. I think that any man in his right mind would want to undress you. To undress you and touch you and do many, many things to you!"

Becky was overjoyed! "Rev. Stevens, you mean nasty things?"

The older man smiled and nodded his head.

"Tell me" Becky said, as she moved closer to the man, her eyes now only inches from his. "Tell me what kind of nasty things!"

The man felt the young teenager put her slender hand high on the inside of his thigh. His prick lurched as he said, "Stripping you naked and just looking at your body would make most men cum right in their pants!" He said.

"Oooooo, I would love to have a man strip me naked and look at me. What else, Rev. Stevens. What else would a man want to do to me?" Becky was openly taunting the man as the edge of her hand brushed the huge lump between his legs. "Tell me all the nasty things that men want to do to my body, Rev. Stevens!"

"I think making you lay on your back and holding your legs as far apart as possible would excite a lot of men. Of course, then that man would probably want to put his fingers inside your pussy, Becky. And he might even want to kiss it and lick it and put his tongue inside your hot little cunt!" There was a fine sheen of sweat on Rev. Stevens forehead. He had never been so excited in his life as he used the most obscene language as possible. He was almost faint with excitement as he gave vent to his lust.

Becky's mouth was open, her wet lips and perfect white teeth exposed as she gasped at the lewdness of his words. Her tits felt so huge, her nipples were dying to be touched, and her pussy lips were swollen and hotly itching.

Moaning she whimpered "Ohhh Rev. Stevens, that sounds so wonderful.

And…and would that man want to fuck me too? I'd let him, you know. He could fuck me in my pussy, or my mouth. I-I would even let him fuck me in my asshole!"

Becky's tiny hand moved up over the huge mound between Rev. Stevens legs and softly grasped his cock underneath, making him groan as it throbbed in her gently squeezing hand.

"Oh yes, Becky. He would fuck you in your beautiful sweet pussy, and he would fuck your mouth and make you drink his hot cum. And he'd mount you from behind and he would slowly and tenderly fuck your sweet little asshole until he shot his sperm deep inside your horny little body." Rev. Stevens was barely under control now. As he talked he put his hand to her breast, cupping a succulent tit and squeezing the young girl's tit.

Suddenly he had a lap full of sensuous wiggling, girl flesh as Becky Angel threw her arms around his neck and kissed him open mouthed. His hands grabbed her hips and he groaned as he returned her hot kiss. Her thigh was openly rubbing against her tented prick.

After a minute, Becky broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Oh Rev. Stevens, I need you so bad! Please tell me you're gonna stop teasing me. Please tell me you're gonna fuck me!"

Frantically, the man began pulling the young girls clothes off as she tugged and pulled on his clothes. They both stood as she pulled his pants down, tugging his briefs off at the same time and exposing his thick, throbbing prick. She stood still, her hand on his shoulder as as he pulled her panties down, but when his mouth went between her legs and he gave her sweet cunt a long, wet sucking kiss, she moaned, her hands grabbing his hair.

Unable to stand it any longer, the young girl pulled on the mans hair, making him stand. She shoved him backwards onto the couch, and quickly straddled his lap, her little hand wrapped around his big prick. She guided the head of it, lifting her hips over the top and pressing her wet pussy slit over the top, feeling her pussy lips spreading around it's massive girth.

She stopped and looked into the mans eyes. "Rev. Stevens, I want you to promise me something." She said, her ripe young body poised above his upstanding prick, her wet hole ready to engulf him.

"Becky, my name is Bill. I'd like you to use my first name." He said to her softly, his hands softly stroking her sides and the upper flanks of her hips and ass.

"Bill…I don't want you to fuck me just today. If I fuck you, you have to promise me that you'll fuck me tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. I want your word! Your Promise! Will you promise to fuck me every day from now on?"

He couldn't believe it. This beautiful girl poised to impale her sweet wet body on his pulsating prick wanted him to promise this wouldn't be a one time thing. As if he would object!

Softly, he said "Becky, I promise to fuck you every day from now on. I'll fuck you whenever and wherever you want until you grow tired of me."

The young girl squealed with joy, and leaning forward she wrapped her arms around the man and kissed him, opening her mouth and taking in his tongue as she shoved her hips downward impaling her body on his prick, feeling inch after wonderful inch moving up inside of her.

She put his hands on her ass, and squealed into his mouth when he gently eased a finger inside of her anus. She bucked up and down on him, cumming twice before he began spraying his hot white cum inside of her spasming cunt.

And so, Bill Stevens began fucking the young girl every day. All through her

High School years he fucked her in her mouth, asshole and cunt.

Surprisingly, they not only did not grow bored with each other, but despite their ages, they fell madly in love. The summer after her Senior Year in

High school, they both disappeared, moving to a small rural town in Oregon.

Becky attended the local College and got her degree, and Bill worked as a local Carpenter. Though people noticed the difference in their ages, they admitted that the couple were crazy about one another.

Two months after Tom's death, Joanna was at home. The church people had all been kind, assigning her no blame for Tom's behavior. She had begun healing from the experience, but was quite lonely.

When the doorbell rang, she was startled. Most people called her, rather than having to look her in the eyes. She opened the door and Steve stood before her. He said "Hi Joanna" She mutely let him in, her heart beating rapidly.

He sat on the couch and began speaking "I have been thinking about you a lot. I've wanted to call you, but I figured you didn't need or want to see me. And I know that I said you could call me, but I've just been missing you so much…I just wanted to see you. You look Great! Anyway, I guess I'll be going. I'm just glad that you're doing OK"

He stood, preparing to leave. Joanna stood up as well, her heart beating rapidly.

She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, a look of wonder on her face.

"Steve…are you really this wonderful? You know that you can have my body.

Why don't you just take it?" She asked in a husky whisper.

"I've already told you. I won't take anything from you. I want your heart more than I want your body. I-I am sorry, but…I am sure that I've fallen in love with you. I can only hope that maybe you'll feel the same for me someday." He took her hand and kissed her palm. He turned towards the door.

Joanna stepped forward and put her arms around his waist, her body pressed against his back, her head on his shoulder.

"Steve…please stay. I-I need you. And not just today. Oh, please don't make me beg!"

Thirty minutes later Joanna Gee was sobbing through her second orgasm as her naked body bounced up and down on Steve's beautiful prick. His hands continued to wander all over her body, pinching and teasing her nipples, cupping and squeezing her ass.

Unexpectantly, he rolled her over, keeping their bodies connected, sweeping her thighs apart and her legs up on to his shoulders as he began slowly thrusting into her. As he looked down at her, he smiled, saying "I love you,

Joanna. Do you love me?"

She was still recovering from her orgasm, her hips weakly meeting his as the fires within her cunt began burning again. "Oh Steve…Yesssss! I love you.

Oh, keep fucking me!" She mumbled.

Increasing the pace of his fucking, he said "I will darling. I'm going to fuck you over and over from now on. I want to love you. Joanna, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Steve was rapidly fucking the beautiful woman.

Her heart was full and open and she knew that she loved this man with a desire she had never known before.

"Yessss, Steve, I'll Marry You! ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" And she began cumming again.

He was so overcome, his control deserted him and he began pouring his hot cream into the sucking heated depths of her cunt. "Joanna, you've made me the happiest man alive!", he said as spurt after spurt erupted from his prick to coat the deep recesses of her body.

Joanna and Steve also moved away, to a city in Maine, where they were married and had a wonderful life. She rarely thought of her past life, but knew that she certainly hadn't lived the life of the typical Preacher's Wife!

Content

Adrian Errikson
The Preacher's wife

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight