Adrian Errikson - The Preacher's wife

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.

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.