Joanna Gee kissed her husband goodbye and climbed back into bed for an extra 30 minutes of sleep. The young blonde woman had made breakfast for her husband, but now that he was gone, she dropped her robe by the bed and crawled back under the covers. She had on a silky and sexy teal nightie and panty set. Her lithe body looked very good in it, and she knew that she looked much like the models in the catalog from which she had ordered the provocative outfit.
She had waited for her young husband to come home from the board meeting at the church. She had lit candles and had carefully perfumed and powdered her beautiful body, dressing in her new nightie, touching up her makeup, and making herself as provocative as possible. When Tom had come home, he had barely noticed her. He was focused upon the board meeting and the Youth Budget he oversaw. As a Youth Minister, Joanna thought he was great. But she was becoming very disenchanted with him as a husband.
Joanna and Tom had married right out of Seminary. She was from a very conservative family and had gone to college to get her M-R-S degree, as some of the girls had giggled. Unfortunately, Joanna had been somewhat wild in High School, rebelling against her strict parents. She had gone through three boyfriends her last two years, and she had slept with each of them. When she went to Seminary, she had vowed to be a “good” girl, and though frustrated, she had not had sex again until her marriage night.
Now, two years later, Joanna was disillusioned with her marriage. She got along with Tom, and she truly loved him, but she was growing increasingly horny. The first six months of marriage, Tom had made love to her almost every night. He was a gentle and considerate lover, but he refused to experiment and made it clear that he thought oral sex was disgusting and sinful. She had finally talked him into trying sex with her on top, but he only allowed that once in a great while, preferring the “normal” missionary position. Worst of all, his stamina was horrible. He seldom lasted longer than five minutes, and she had never had an orgasm in her married life. And worse, the frequency of his attention had waned. If she could get him to make love to her once every two weeks, that was an improvement! As a result, the pretty young woman had begun to masturbate. She knew that it was immoral and sinful, but she simply couldn’t help herself.
And she was extremely horny this morning. Ignoring all of her preparations, Tom had climbed into bed last night, patted her, and turned away. She had tried to snuggle up to him, but he ignored her and was asleep within a few minutes. She was angry but then felt guilty for being angry. He worked hard, and she told herself that she had to be willing to share him with the church.
More frequently, she had been remembering the immoral conduct with her High School boyfriends. She had fallen into the habit of fantasizing about those experiences. As she lay beneath the covers this morning her mind drifted back to those days, and she remembered her last boyfriend, Dave. The last time she had gone out with him, he had driven out to the local Lake. She had begun to feel guilty about what they were doing, but when he pulled her towards him, she went into his arms.
Joanna could still remember how he had kissed her and begun cupping and squeezing her breast. She had moaned into his mouth, struggling weakly, but it had felt so good that she had soon surrendered. He had played with her tits, finding the nub of her nipples through her dress and bra and gently pinching and playing with them, making the young girl squirm and moan in his arms.
As she relived that night, Joanna’s hand drifted down her flat belly and pulled up her nightie, her hand sliding inside the waistband of her panties. She began breathing heavily as she began teasing her wet pussy slit. As she gently manipulated her swollen flesh, her mind remembered how Dave had taken her hand and placed it on his prick. It had felt huge, and she shuddered as she remembered how it had throbbed under her hand. She had trembled as hormones surged through her young girl’s body, and after a moment she had gently squeezed his long hard prick through his slacks.
Joanna remembered how Dave had groaned when she had squeezed his prick. Just remembering how hot he had been aroused her wildly. It was wicked and sinful, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it had been.
Dave had opened her dress. Joanna had weakly struggled against him, but her heart wasn’t in it as she felt him strip her dress off of her. She had been almost faint as he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, pulling it from her body and freeing her swollen tits into the cool air. Immediately, her nipples had hardened and lengthened, just as they were now under the covers. While Joanna kept one hand between her legs, exploring the liquid center between her slick pussy lips, her other hand reached up under her nightie and began to pinch and play with her nipples, enjoying the sensual tingles radiating from her swollen tits.
Dave had covered her tit with his mouth, gently sucking her young nipples, licking, sucking, and softly biting them. Joanna had extremely sensitive breasts, and when Dave had suckled her tits, all thoughts of resistance were blown from her body. She had quietly moaned, her head thrown back, her teeth clenched and eyes closed as she thrilled to the pleasure his mouth had given her. She didn’t resist when his hands had begun exploring between her legs, massaging the front of her panties as he kept her occupied with his wonderfully sucking mouth.
As she remembered Dave’s finger slipping under the waistband of her panties and pressing between her swollen pussy lips, she imitated the memory of that night, sliding her own finger inside the boiling cauldron of her heated cunt. Joanna kicked off the covers as she squirmed on the bed, lost in the heated memories of her past life. She pushed her panties down off her hips as she began lewdly fingering her throbbing pussy.
Dave had fingered her that night to a wonderful cum. It had left her weakly disoriented and she barely was aware that he had pulled her panties down and off, leaving the young High School girl naked, slouched on the seat of his car. When her door opened, she had weakly protested as he pulled her from the car. But she was still having small aftershocks from her orgasm and wasn’t able to stop him. Dave picked the naked girl up and carried her over to the playground equipment by the side of the lake. The moon was bright, and he had no trouble seeing her pale naked body.
Her boyfriend had leaned her against the ladder of the slide, and the cold metal had momentarily roused her. She began to struggle against him, pushing against his chest and trying to free herself from his embrace.
“NO, Dave. Stop it! Let me go! I’m NAKED! Please stop.” she remembered whispering at him, even though the lake was deserted and no one was in sight.
But he had been too strong for her and had pushed himself against her naked body, pressing her back and ass against the cold metal steps of the ladder, kissing her as his hands stroked all over her soft flesh.
Joanna remembered that initially, she had been very afraid but also very excited. The very risk of being discovered terrified her, but it also added an element of excitement as her boyfriend kissed and touched her naked body.
She had stopped pleading with him, instead whimpering and mewling as he began restoking the fire deep in the pit of her belly. Again, his finger had slipped up inside her pussy, and his mouth began furiously suckling one of her breasts!
Joanna lay on her bed fantasizing, completely lost in her memories. She quickly pushed her panties down her legs, kicking until she was able to pull one leg from them. She spread her legs as wide as possible, her panties loosely hanging off one ankle as she lifted her spread legs and began finger fucking her pulsating cunt. She was gasping and moaning loudly in the privacy of her empty house as she replayed that night.
The naked young High School Senior was draped against the metal ladder of the slide. Her arms were entwined in the ladder railing and she had arched her back, pushing her sensitive tits into Dave’s sucking mouth and probing hands.
She had trembled when his mouth moved off her swollen breasts, down her ribs, and over her flatly taut belly. She was holding her breath as his mouth moved lower, both terrified and excited at what she anticipated. She felt his breath gently blowing against her wiry pussy hair.
Joanna had read about and heard of girls and women who had had their pussys licked. But she had never experienced it. She grabbed hold of the railing harder as she felt Dave’s hands sweep her thighs apart, his hands supporting and cupping her ass cheeks as he lifted her legs onto his shoulder, opening up the sweet, wet recesses of her body.
Thinking back, she wondered that no one had heard the loud scream that had come from her open mouth that night when she felt the thrill of a man’s tongue worming inside her cunt for the very first time. At the time she hadn’t cared, for the explosion of pleasure had completely rocked her body. She had not been prepared for the cum that had blasted instantly through her body, and if Dave had not caught her, Joanna might have hurt herself as she shook and shuddered, pinned against the ladder as her boyfriend had wildly licked her throbbing pussy.
Joanna was writhing wildly on the bed, her hands working between her legs, feeling so hot she thought she would pass out. She pulled her nightie from her body, tearing it in the process but not caring. She was now naked on her own bed, fingering her pussy as she remembered what Dave had done to her. A mixture of excitement and shame tore through her. She knew that she was acting sinful, like a whore, a slut without shame, but she couldn’t help it. If anyone could see her now, they would know how wicked and evil she was, but the demands of her gorgeous body were simply too strong.
That night, she had become hoarse as she alternately screamed and whimpered, sobbing as her boyfriend licked and sucked her widely spread pussy in the most obscene manner possible. Joanna knew that she should be ashamed of herself as she remembered that night, but instead she was highly aroused, excited again at the passion which had been released in her young body.
Keeping her pinned against the ladder, he had then ripped open his pants with one hand, the other holding her up, exposing his prick. Once again, the quiet calmness of the lake was shattered by the scream of the young teen girl as he thrust his cock inside of her heated and wet cunt, forcing her flesh aside as his prick sought the heated wet depths of her tender body.
Joanna had wrapped her legs around his waist as Dave began pounding up inside of her, driving her body against the hard, unyielding metal of the ladder. Undoubtedly she would be bruised later, but she hadn’t cared. That night she had been more excited than at any time in her young life. Feeling the huge prick ripping and plundering deep into the liquid wetness of her body had completely wrecked her mind. She had rutted just like an animal, a bitch in heat!
She had felt like the most wicked woman in the world. Nakedly spread in public, screaming and sobbing as a man made love to her…no, she said to herself…had FUCKED her! Just thinking about the dirty word sent a thrill of wicked delight through Joanna’s body as she writhed wantonly on the bed, her fingers a blur as she fingered her pussy desperately.
Dave had fucked Joanna at the lake for almost thirty minutes, bringing her to two orgasms. When he finally began spurting his hot cum inside her, Joanna could feel the small spurts against the interior walls of her pussy, and just thinking about how nasty she was to be letting him cum inside of her made her cream for the third time.
That was the last time she had had sex with anyone but her husband. She had been so ashamed and disgusted by her wanton behavior that night that she vowed to be a “good girl” from then on. She tried to forget the incredible sensation of a prick sliding in and out of her young pussy, and she was able to repress those feelings, burying them deep inside her mind. She resisted masturbating but every couple of months gave in to the urge.
Joanna thrust her hips upwards into her wriggling fingers and loudly groaned as a small cum wracked her beautiful young body. She would have admitted that she was disgusting. But any male watching her would have unable to keep from thinking how beautifully feminine the gorgeous blonde was as her writhing slowly lessened and her gasping breathing slowed to normal.
Joanna lowered her legs, stretching them as she pulled her finger from her pussy. Doing so made a wet sound, and she flushed, embarrassed at once again having lost control. Miserably, the beautiful young wife remembered how excited she had been before her wedding. And her wedding had been wonderful! But the wedding night…it was something else. Tom had been a virgin, and he never suspected that she wasn’t either. She admitted red-faced that she had broken her hymen while riding horsys 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 offered him her breasts, and he had kissed and suckled them. She had loved feeling his mouth on her breast! She had been too embarrassed to suggest that he go down on her. She knew that he considered any kind of oral sex as ‘dirty’. When he had slipped his prick inside of her, she had been mildly disappointed in his size, but she had quickly forgotten that as he began to thrust in and out of her. She loved him and anticipated a wonderful fuck.
However, within two minutes he had gasped, and she felt him cum inside of her. She had comforted him, telling him that in talking with some of her married girlfriends, that the first time for men always went quickly. She took hold of his prick and slowly stroked him as she pushed her naked body against his. After five minutes or so, he was ready to go again. As he moved on top of her and slipped inside her body, she prepared herself for a nice long session of having her husband make love to her. However, within a few minutes, he once again was shooting his cum inside her.
He rolled off her gasping. She had held him, and he had kissed her saying “Thank You. I love you!” And then he had quickly fallen asleep, leaving her to stew quietly, unfulfilled and disappointed.
She had fervently hoped that things would get better sexually. But Tom rarely lasted more than five minutes, grunting as he shot inside of her, and invariably rolling over, telling her how much he loved her. She began to hate hearing those words, and she felt horribly guilty because of it. He no longer suckled her breasts. Sometimes he’d rub them, but usually, he had only one thought in mind, to climb on her and rapidly get his rocks off.
After six months, Tom only made love to her twice a week. After a year, he only made love to her every couple of weeks. And during the last three months, he had made love to her a total of twice. She knew that she loved him, but she was going out of her mind with the desperate need to be satisfied sexually.
Deciding to stop the self-pity, Joanna slid out of bed, standing naked on the carpet as she stretched in a vaguely feline manner. She was the image of a goddess, although she didn’t realize it. Her breasts were perfectly rounded without a hint of sag. When she put her arms over her head and stretched, her breasts appeared larger than they normally did, her nipples chocolate nubs in the rounded pink of her aureole. Her legs were long, firm, and supple, her pussy hair trimmed closely. Joanna had a firm and perfectly molded bubble ass, the kind men drooled over. Her long blonde hair was curly and cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes were large sky blue pools, and her mouth full and generous with perfect teeth.
The frustrated young wife walked to the bathroom to take her shower. Little did she know that today her life was going to change.
Rick Harris had been working at the church for six months. He had presented himself as a transient wanting a fresh start and interested in religion. Having been raised in a conservative Christian family, he knew the correct terminology, and he had ingratiated himself with the Sr. Pastor, Reverend Stevens. As a result, he had been hired as the janitor for the huge old structure. He had become quite familiar with the levels of hallways, classrooms, storage rooms, boiler room, and a number of quite remote places that no one had been to in ages. He found that the actual janitor duties took only an hour a day if he applied himself. However, he took his time most days, poking into dusty corners and behind rusty filing cabinets. He had already found various antiques which he had cleaned up and pawned, making him $12,000 richer.
Rick was in his late twenties and was ruggedly good looking. But while he gave the impression of being a devout seeker, his mind was filled with visions of girls and women he had known in the past. And every Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings at 10:00 he would make sure he was working in the area of the secondary gym. The Sweetheart Soldiers conducted their aerobics class at that time. Half of them were older women who held no interest to Rick. However, several were firm and nicely built. But Rick’s eyes mostly searched out the secret curves and softly rounded edges of Mrs. Joanna Gee. She never dressed in anything revealing, but nothing could hide the fact that she was incredibly built. He loved to watch her stretching, her legs spread, and her incredible ass parted. Rick had fantasized plenty about Mrs. Gee.
He knew that her husband was one of the Junior Preachers. But he also recognized that she was a hottie. He arrogantly knew that if he could get in her panties, he could make her love it.
Rick had raped various girls over the years. But he was always careful to choose those he thought wouldn’t say anything later. He had never been accused of anything, for the girls had either been too scared, or they had loved it. He loved to make them squeal as he plowed their sweet little girl furrows.
He had fantasized about Joanne Gee for an hour as he pretended to be working on an electrical outlet. Class ended and several of the women, including Mrs. Gee were visiting. Saying goodbye, they split up. Rick was surprised when Joanna Gee walked towards him smiling, a towel around her shoulders.
Holding out her hand, she said “Hi, I’m Joanna Gee. My husband is the Sr. High Youth Minister here. You’re Rick, right? She was smiling at him as he took her hand.
“Yes, that’s right. Uh, is there anything I can help you with?”
“Yes!” she said. “I understand that there is an old exercise bike somewhere in one of the basement rooms. We were wondering if you knew where it was? We’d like to bring it up here and use during our class.” She was smiling brightly at the darkly handsome man. She saw him quickly glance at her body, and a tingle of arousal tickled her belly. She castigated herself for reacting that way. He wasn’t being lascivious or anything, he was just being a man.