Long May You Rape
(M+/Ff, teen, inc, nc)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Erin Glass 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 Rhett 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, Erin thought he was great. But she was becoming very disenchanted with him as a husband.

Erin and Rhett had married right out of Seminary. She was from a very conservative family, and had gone to college to get her MRS. degree, as some of the girls had giggled. Unfortunately, Erin 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, Erin was disillusioned with her marriage. She got along with Rhett, and she truly loved him, but she was growing increasingly horny. The first six months of marriage, Rhett 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, Rhett 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.

Erin 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, Erin'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. Erin 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. Erin 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 DD-cup 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 Erin 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. Erin 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 pussy.

Erin 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. Erin 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! Erin 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 pussy. 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.

Erin 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 man's tongue worming inside her pussy 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, Erin might have hurt herself as she shook and shuddered, pinned against the ladder as her boyfriend had wildly licked her throbbing pussy.

Erin 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. Erin 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 pussy, forcing her flesh aside as his prick sought the heated wet depths of her tender body. Erin 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 Erin's body as she writhed wantonly on the bed, her fingers a blur as she fingered her pussy desperately.

Dave had fucked Erin at the lake for almost thirty minutes, bringing her to two orgasms. When he finally began spurting his hot cum inside her, Erin 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. Erin 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. Erin 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. Rhett 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 Rhett 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, Rhett 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, Erin 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. Erin 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.

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 Parker.

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. Erin Glass. 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. Glass. 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 Glass for an hour as he pretended to be working on an electrical outlet. Class ended and several of the women, including Mrs. Glass were visiting. Saying goodbye, they split up. Rick was surprised when Erin Glass walked towards him smiling, a towel around her shoulders.

Holding out her hand, she said, "Hi, I'm Erin Glass. 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. Glass, 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"

Erin 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. Glass," he said kindly. Erin 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" Erin 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 Erin. 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?" Erin 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.

Erin 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, Erin 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. Erin 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.

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

Erin realized that she had been staring at the man's massive 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!" Erin said softly as her eyes remain locked upon his slowly stroking hand.

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

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 it's 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" Erin whimpered as she backed up against the table.

Struggling to pull herself together, Erin 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 Parker, 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!"

Erin was shocked as she visualized Rick putting on this act for the Sr. Pastor, Reverend Parker. 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 it's worth it to spend some time fucking that sweet little pussy of yours!"

Erin 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. Erin Glass, you're going to get fucked, and my money is betting you'll keep quiet about it."

Erin 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!" Erin 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. "Okay 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!" Erin 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.

Erin 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. Glass. Now stand up, and lets get rid of those shorts next."

Erin 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.

"Okay, 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, Erin 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."

Erin 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. Erin 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.

Erin 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, "Okay, lose the shirt, and make it snappy!"

Knowing there was no recourse, Erin 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. Glass. 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!"

Erin 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, Erin 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 man's 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, Erin sucked on his tongue, kissing him back. Rick was overjoyed! He had fully expected to have to use violence against Erin Glass. 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. Glass, you've got some gorgeous little titties. Put your hands under them and hold them while I give you a little titty suck."

Erin 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 man's hands and mouth loving her body were driving her insane with passion. Erin 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 Erin 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. Glass, I'm going to pull down your panties now," Rick said, looking up into her face.

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

"Mrs. Glass, 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. Glass, 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!"

Erin'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. Glass. 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." Erin 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 Erin 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, Erin began to anticipate him using her hot naked body. He gently placed her on the mattress. Erin 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 pussy, making the blonde beauty squirm in passion.

He moved forward and she felt his huge, hot cock shaft pressed against her pussy 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 Erin 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.

Erin 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. Glass. What do you want? What do you WANT?"

Frantically, Erin 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. Glass. Guide me into your sweet little pussy. Put my cock into your pussy," he whispered seductively.

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. Glass. I want to look in your eyes when you feel my prick fucking up your hot pussy!" 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. Erin 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. Glass, 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 pussy. Each time he would humiliate her. "Your pussy is soooo wet, Mrs. Glass; Feel my balls on your ass, Mrs. Glass?; I bet your husband never fucks you like this, does he, Mrs. Glass."

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, Erin Glass came like a fountain, gushing her pussy juices all over the prick that continued slapping inside her wet pussy. She sobbed, her pussy 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, Erin 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 Erin 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 pussy, 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 ass 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 cum.

Something snapped inside of Erin 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 Erin 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 cum raced along the tube of his prick and began exploding inside of the married woman's pussy. 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. Erin 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 ass, 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. Erin'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. Erin 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. Glass... Erin. 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.

"Erin... 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. Glass," 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. Erin 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."

Erin 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, Erin knew that it had turned from rape into an incredibly hot rutting session. And she was just as much to blame as he was.

Erin 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 Rhett 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, Erin was hoping that Rhett 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, Rhett went to work, and she was left alone. Though depressed, Erin vowed that she would work hard to be a better wife to Rhett. 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 Rhett 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, Erin 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 Rhett, asking him to stay for a lengthy meeting.

Rhett kissed Erin 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.

Erin had her head down, thinking about Rhett 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. Glass. 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 Erin 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 it's 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. Glass, do you remember how good it felt when I was sucking on your titties? Remember how hard your nipples were?"

Hearing his lewd words, Erin 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 Erin'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, Erin 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 Erin 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.

Erin 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. Rhett 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!

Erin 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 Erin 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 Erin 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.

Erin 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 Erin 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 pussy.

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

Erin'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 pussy and began drawing it up and down her swollen pussy. She was breathing deeply as she played with her pussy. 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 Erin'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. Erin Glass, 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 pussy, 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 pussy. 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 Erin'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 pussy.

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 pussy 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 ass 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 ass, 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 pussy 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 pussy, 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.

Erin 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 ass, 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" Erin 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, Erin's pussy 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. Erin 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 ass, 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. Glass, I'm gonna fill your sweet little pussy with my cum. Is that okay, Mrs. Glass. Is it okay if I fill up your married little pussy, and shoot my potent seed inside your fertile little pussy?"

He chuckled as Erin, 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. Erin 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 cum 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 Erin 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 pussy slowly closed again. Erin 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. Glass. 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.

Erin Glass 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 husband's 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.

Rhett Glass 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 Dori Angel. Do NOT read! If found, please return to 465 N. Sipping Street."

Rhett 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 Dori, or find her backpack and slip in back in. But Dori Angel was the cutest girl in his group, a knockout by any standards, and Rhett 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 Dori's journal, he probably would have done the right thing. But, he hadn't. So, ignoring the warning on the first page, he opened Dori Angel's Journal, and had secretly crawled into the mind of the young 15-year old beauty. Rhett had discovered that Dori 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, Rhett 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 Dori Angel's body he was shooting into.

All weekend Rhett 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 Dori 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.

Rhett 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.

Dori entered the church building, enjoying the air conditioning. She was delighted that Rhett 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.

Rhett answered the door when she knocked and smiled at the girl. Dori 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 Rhett lust even more for her.

Today, Dori 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 Dori. My, don't you look nice today!" Rhett said, smiling easily at her.

Dori 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 Rhett!"

"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. Dori 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.

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

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

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

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

Dori 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."

Dori'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, Dori, I think you are Beautiful!"

Dori couldn't restrain herself anymore. She threw herself onto him, snaking her arms around his neck, saying "Oh Rhett, 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.

Rhett's heart was pounding as he said, "Dori, 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 Dori's Journal.

Dori 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 Rhett had read her fantasies!

"Oh NOOOO!" She mumbled into her hands.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Dori. 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!"

Dori 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, Dori... and I especially like the parts when you were fantasizing about me!" Rhett 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, "Dori, I know that I should give this book to your parents or maybe Reverend Parker."

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

Rhett softly said, "Anything, Dori? 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.

Dori 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 Rhett 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, Rhett said, "Yes, Dori. 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."

Dori 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, "Okay, Rhett. 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.

Dori'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. Dori 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.

Rhett broke their kiss, looking wildly into her eyes. "Naked... I want you Naked, Dori! 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, Rhett 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. Rhett 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 Rhett 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. Dori found the page, and blushed as she saw that it was a fantasy about her and Rhett.

"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, Dori began reading, "I cried out as he prepared his rampant cock to enter me. "Fuck me, Rhett... fuck my pussy... fuck my pussy... 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, Rhett said, "Yes, that's the part. Now read it again. Read it over and over again!"

Dori 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 womb up with cum!" as he fucked in and out of her beautiful body. Dori 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 pussy 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 Rhett grunted loudly and she felt a warm wet feeling inside of her. Immediately, she knew that Rhett 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 Rhett'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 ass, 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 Rhett, and then a HUGE invasion of her pussy began. Her already heated body immediately shoved back against the giant prick entering her sweet, tender little body. Dori groaned from the sheer joy of being so completely filled up.

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

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

He marveled as Dori 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"

Dori 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 pussy on the huge, hard cock that was fucking her so relentlessly. Dori 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. Rhett sat watching as Rick continued plowing young Dori'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 pussy she had, how tight and wet she was and how much he loved having her squeeze his prick.

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

Confused, Rhett said, "What?"

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

The very thought made Rhett 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. Dori 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 welt. "Come on, you cute little bitch. Open your mouth and get a free prick lollipop for you to suck on."

Dori 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.

Rhett 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 Dori had another orgasm. Rhett 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.

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

Rhett watched as Rick licked his finger and then reached down to Dori's ass. Without another word, he watched Rick sink his finger into her ass. It was so completely lewd to watch the man shoving his finger inside her bottom while he was fucking her! Dori screamed but started bucking her hips back at the man behind her, impaling her pussy 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. Rhett began spraying his cum inside her mouth. He looked down at her, and saw white cum leaking out the corners of her mouth. Dori swallowed much of his cum in self defense as her pussy continued to be battered by Rick's huge battering ram of a prick. Rhett fell back exhausted, his cock slipping from the girls mouth. He noticed she had strings of his white cum 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 Dori's ass. 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 pussy. Dori 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 pussy filled, just call me. You're a fucking wonder!" Dori again blushed at the obscene wet, sucking sound made when his thick prick pulled out of her well fucked pussy.

The teen girl lay stunned and naked, her thighs spread and her sticky pussy on display as Rick quickly slipped his workclothes back on. Dori 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, Rhett 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 Dori go wild as the Janitor had fucked her from behind made him curious.

Dori 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, Rhett..Yesssss, I love it. Oh, please do it to me... F-Fuck me!" Dori excitedly whined. She had been blown away by Rick's fucking, but she knew she was in love with Rhett, and though he wasn't near as big or really all that good compared to Rick, she wanted to please him.

Rhett paced himself, refusing to give in to the craving to fuck as fast as possible. He held onto Dori'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. Dori'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 Dori'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 Dori groaned and shoved her hips back, impaling her sweet little pussy on his prick, driving it deep inside her body.

He sat still, entranced as Dori 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. Dori squealed and redoubled her effort at spearing herself on his cock.

Rhett began feeling the need to cum overcome his desire to fuck the girl as long as possible. His hands wandered over Dori's hips as he again began shoving in and out of her sopping wet pussy. He stroked her silky smooth skin, and then wormed a finger between Dori's sweet ass cheeks, something he would never had done up until a half hour ago. Seeing Rick finger her ass 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.

Rhett 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 ass clamp down on his finger, and the most amazing thing began happening to his prick. Her pussy 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 cum inside the quaking, shaking girl. Dori'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 Rhett 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 Dori 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. "Dori, 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 Rhett," 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. Dori picked up her Journal and looked at Rhett.

"Thanks for my journal, Rhett. 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.

Rhett Glass was worried. He knew that Dori 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 Rhett's reputation, his career, and his marriage. He tried to quell the rising fear that threatened to send him into panic. Erin Glass 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 pussy. 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. Erin 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 Erin 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. Glass," 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?"

Erin 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 man's 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.

Erin 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."

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

"Oh, and Mrs. Glass," 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. Glass, 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, it's probably gonna get hot down here and that robe might be too hot, but we'll worry about that later."

Erin 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. Glass!" he laughed.

Erin 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. Erin 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, Erin'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. Erin 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 man's 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 Erin up and down. She was frozen to the spot. Erin 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. Glass, 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."

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

Erin'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. Glass 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. Glass here... I think you're going to find out she's a great help. There you go, Mrs. Glass. 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 Erin'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. Glass." Karl was smiling smugly at her.

Feeling her mind in a daze, Erin knelt on the carpet and untied his shoes. She quickly took them off, then peeled his socks off, leaving him barefooted.

Karl solicitously patted Erin 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."

Erin 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. Glass, 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. Glass?"

Erin 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. Glass, 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. Glass?" Karl was almost laughing as he watched her face.

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

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

Erin'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. Glass here, they really help out a lot."

"Mrs. Glass, 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. Glass, you don't mind me having a boner for you, do ya?" Karl's language was becoming more coarse, and Erin 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. Glass? I wanna hear you say it."

Conflicting feelings of shame and excitement shot through Erin, but she said, "I d-don't mind that you h-have a h,huge p,penis, 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. Glass. You may now take off my jeans and get a look at my prick!" His crude language continued to heat her body.

Erin 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. Glass, 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 Erin 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 cum 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. Glass."

Erin stood and did as she was told. Steve had sat down on a bar stool and Erin 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. Erin 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. Glass. As a reward for your good work, you deserve a little kiss."

Without warning, Karl pulled Erin 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. Erin 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.

Erin 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 Erin'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. Glass. 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." Erin 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, Erin 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. Glass. 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. Glass. 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. Glass?" Karl said savagely.

Erin 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. Glass 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 Erin to take on an unfamiliar role. She would have to play the predator to this young virgin man. Erin 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 Erin 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! Erin was completely humiliated. Karl had looked deep in her eyes and seen something that was shameful. He had exposed it, and Erin 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.

Erin 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, Erin said to Steve. "Tell me what you want me to do." And then taking one step towards him, she smiled, saying, "It's okay. 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."

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

Erin 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, Erin 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. Erin 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. Glass... t-take off your... your b-bra." Steve said to the blonde woman.

Arching her back, Erin 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. Erin 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 Erin 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. Erin saw that he was a good sized young man. Feeling impulsive, Erin leaned forward and kissed the head of his prick, quickly licking across the tiny hole in the end and tasting his sweet 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 Erin 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.

Erin 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. Glass?" 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.

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

"I see you a lot, Mrs. Glass. 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 husband's Youth Group! I graduated last year, but I still see you at church."

Erin wanted to die on the spot. One of her husband's 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. Glass. I won't tell anyone else about this. Your secret is safe with me!"

Gently pushing her back, he forced Erin to set on the bed. "Mrs. Glass, I need you to turn around and get on your knees