He began savagely slamming in and out of her.
Joanna knelt before him, the submissive bitch mounted by the male and not objecting as he filled her body over and over. When his wet finger began toying with her slimy asshole, it only added to her pleasure at his shameful treatment of her traitorous body.
"Ohhhh yes. Yes, do it to me…oh…Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck"
Joanna began chanting the obscene word repeatedly in time to the huge prick that was plowing up inside her. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, and she luxuriated in the joy of being fucked like this. She had no idea that simply kneeling and receiving the business end of a man's prick could be so fulfilling.
It soothed the animal instinct of the female inside her to be taken, and she rutted with the janitor urging him on with her lewd cries, her ass continuing to move in circle to take his shaft inside her, hitting all of the pleasure spots along her pussy canal.
After ten minutes, Joanna's cunt contracted as she came around the pistoning shaft of Rick's prick. She sobbed for a minute and then began the inevitable climb towards another orgasm. He felt so powerful fucking the preachers wife like this, watching her gorgeous ass waving at him, her hair whipping around. She was the most beautiful, and definitely the hottest woman he had ever had the joy of fucking.
As he would feel his cum approaching, he would slow down or stop altogether, reaching underneath her and playing with her clit as she would protest, whining and shoving her ass against him wanting him to continue plumbing the heated depths of her body.
In this way, Rick was able to continue fucking the blonde beauty for almost an hour. Joanna was exhausted, but she had given her will away, and on pure instinct continued to fuck her body weakly back at him.
Rick had been toying with her asshole, rubbing it, pressing it, and loving to hear her cries. He realized he simply could not continue unless he were to pull out of her and rest. And he had no plans to do that.
Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, "Mrs. Gee, I'm gonna fill your sweet little cunt with my cum. Is that OK, Mrs. Gee. Is it OK if I fill up your married little pussy, and shoot my nasty sperm inside your pure little cunt?"
He chuckled as Joanna, by now nothing more than a fucking animal, responded by spastically pushing her hips back and moaning, "yes, yes, yes…ohhhhhh, please fill me up..fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!"
Pulling his hips back, Rick slammed into her a half dozen quick strokes. At the same time, he shoved his finger deep inside her rectum, completely burying it in the hot, dry warmth of her ass. With a final push, he filled her up with his prick and held himself deeply inside her. She again had a tremendous orgasm at the same time his cock began erupting deep inside her body, bubbling over and spilling his seed inside the fertile womb of the young bride. Joanna felt his liquid flowing into her and it gave her a beautiful sense of completion as she came, squeezing his pulsating prick even as it was spitting hot sperm inside her. She was sobbing incoherently from her bodies enjoyment of this lewd rape.
Rick held her hips up for a long minute. They were gasping and softly moaning together, but gradually Joanna began thinking again, and all the shame and horror of her conduct tried to send her into despair, even as she realized how much she had enjoyed being fucked.
Rick pulled out of her with a liquid plopping sound and wearily climbed off the table, watching as her wide open and slick cunt slowly closed again.
Joanna had collapsed onto the table, exhausted but feeling the sweetness remaining throughout her body. When she finally opened her eyes, Rick had dressed and was leaning over her. he rolled her onto her back. His lips crushed hers as he kissed her deeply. She accepted his kiss, kissing him back and groaning as he slid a finger inside her messy wet pussy.
He pulled his mouth from hers, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes as he slowly stirred his finger in the sopping wet swamp of her pussy. "You're a hell of a fuck, Mrs. Gee. I'll be in touch. I just can't seem to get enough of your little pussy." Again he kissed her, and then he was gone, leaving her laying naked on the table, her clothes scattered on the floor.
Weakly, she climbed down and dressed.
Joanna Gee didn't know what to do. It was obvious that Rick had a powerful hold on he. She knew she should simply refuse to leave her husbands side whenever she was in this building. But in her heart, she knew that he had done something to her mind as well as her body. He had filled the void that she had been experiencing, and she knew that she didn't want to give that up.
Miserably, she left the building and drove home, her mind going over the details of the past hour.
Chapter Four
Tom Gee sat in his office. He was waiting on one of the girls in his High
School group. On his desk was a small brown book. He opened the first page absently, already knowing what was inside. In bold handwritten print it said
"Journal of Becky Angel. Do not read! If found, please return to 465 N. Sipping Street."
Tom remembered finding the Journal last weekend on the Youth Retreat. It had fallen out of a backpack, obviously. He opened it and had read the first page.
Even now, he remembered how he had struggled with himself when he had found the book. He knew he should simply give it to Becky, or find her backpack and slip in back in. But Becky Angel was the cutest girl in his group, a knockout by any standards, and Tom had developed a severe case of fuck lust for the girl, even as he regularly whipped himself mentally for thinking nasty thoughts about one of his teen age charges. Of course, he would never risk his career, but secretly he had wondered what it would be like to kiss that incredible mouth of hers, to put his hands on her very well developed body, and give in to the feelings of lust that he had whenever he was around the girls in his group!
If it had not been Becky's journal, he probably would have done the right thing. But, he hadn't. So, ignoring the warning on the first page, he opened
Becky Angel's Journal, and had secretly crawled into the mind of the young
15 year old beauty. Tom had discovered that Becky kept an extremely detailed record of the most sinful, wild sexual fantasies. He was completely shocked…and aroused to the highest possible pitch. He had never read pornography, but he was sure this was every bit as wild as a pornographic novel.
And so, Tom had kept her Journal. He had taken it to the bathroom and masturbated to the fantasies of the young girl. He discovered how she had been raped by her Uncle, and how she had responded by cumming, something which made her feel guilty. He read about a fantasy concerning her English teacher. As he read about the teacher fucking her, he had spurted his cum into the toilet bowl thinking about how much he wished it had been Becky
Angel's body he was shooting into.
All weekend Tom had read her journal, periodically hiding in the bathroom to jerk off. And then he came to the journal entrance four months ago when beautiful Becky Angel had joined his youth group. He was stunned as he read her fantasy about him! In it, he left his wife and married her, and they had fucked on the beach of a remote tropical island. He almost didn't make it to the bathroom after reading that. He finally finished up reading her journal.
She had several fantasies about him.
Tom had kept her journal, masturbating to her fantasies each day. He felt sick and nauseous almost all the time, knowing that what he was doing was sinful and perverse. But he craved reading about her dreams, especially the ones about him!
Knowing he was risking everything in his life, he decided that he had to have the girl. Last night, he had called her and asked her to stop by his office after school, because there was a project he wanted her to be involved in. He often did that with his Youth Group kids, and the young girl felt honored.