until a half hour ago. Seeing Rick finger her asshole 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.
Tom 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 asshole clamp down on his finger, and the most amazing thing began happening to his prick. Her cunt 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 sperm inside the quaking, shaking girl. Becky'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 Tom 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 Becky 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. 'Becky, 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 Tom' 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. Becky picked up her Journal and looked at Tom.
'Thanks for my journal, Tom. 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.
Tom Gee was worried. He knew that Becky 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 Tom's reputation, his career, and his marriage. He tried to quell the rising fear that threatened to send him into panic.
Chapter Four
Joanna Gee 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 cunt. 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. Joanna 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
Joanna 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. Gee' 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?'
Joanna 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 mans 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.
Joanna 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.'
Joanna felt nauseous with fear and excitement. She was visibly shaking as she turned and started towards the stairs.
'Oh, and Mrs. Gee' 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. Gee, 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, its probably gonna get hot down here and that robe might be too hot, but we'll worry about that later.'
Joanna 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
