Adrian Errikson - The Preacher's wife

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.

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.