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 Joanna 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.
Joanna 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. Gee?' 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.
Joanna 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
Joanna's nipples between his fingers, teasing her nubs and making her softly groan in pleasure.
'I see you a lot, Mrs. Gee. 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 husbands
Youth Group! I graduated last year, but I still see you at church.'
Joanna wanted to die on the spot. One of her husbands 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.
Gee. I won't tell anyone else about this. Your secret is safe with me!'
Gently pushing her back, he forced Joanna to set on the bed. 'Mrs. Gee, I need you to turn around and get on your knees so I can pull your panties down. That's how I always do it when I'm fantasizing about you.' The boy didn't realize that she was almost shocked into immobility. Her upbringing and previous moral values were at war with her sexual nature. Slowly, she turned and put her knees underneath her, lifting her ass up in the air, offering herself to the boy even as waves of shame washed over her.
Tears of humiliation glistened in her eyes. She could only imagine what her husband or any of the adults at the church would think, seeing her kneeling on a bed, being watched by two naked men and preparing to have her last piece of clothing taken off of her. And even worse, she was corrupting a young man who she should be setting an example for!
Joanna felt Steve's hands on her waist. He pinched the waistband of her panties and began drawing it down over her asscheeks. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of her thighs, and she knew that he was staring between her legs as he was on the verge of uncovering her most intimate secret place.
As she felt the cool air on her pussy lips as they were exposed, she dropped her head, whimpering 'oh noooooooooooooooooo' as the young High School graduate pulled her panties down her thighs, her knees, and then off of her legs.
'Wow!' she heard Steve say. Her pussy lips contracted as a surge of shame and lust shook the blonde wife. She continued kneeling as the boy closely examined her. She realized that she had started to become very wet. She rubbed her legs together trying to satisfy the hot growing itch.
Karl spoke up, and Joanna could hear the lust in his voice. 'Well kid, what are you waiting for. She's there for you to do what you want. But if you want to drive her crazy, you ought to lick that sweet little honey pot!'
Joanna groaned inwardly at Karl's obscene suggestion.
She heard Steve say, 'Really? Some of the guys have talked about doing that to a girl, but I don't know…I mean it just seems kinda gross, you know?'
Joanna's humiliation deepened as they talked about her as if she were just an object.
'Hell boy, maybe I need to help you out a bit.'
The blonde housewife heard the squeaking of the couch as Karl got up and knelt next to Steve.
'Shit, she's a good looking bitch!' Karl said as she felt his hands caressing her asscheeks and her flanks.
'Now pay attention, boy. Every woman is different, but they all got the same equipment. I prefer my bitches to be shaved bald, but it looks like Mrs. Gee here trims her little pussy, and it looks pretty good.'
Joanna felt like nothing but a sex object to these men, and hearing them talking about her as if she weren't able to hear them was degrading. But it was curiously stimulating as well. They were going to use her, but she was just a hole to them, a place to put their pricks and shoot their sperm.
'Look real close between her pussy lips. See? You can see that she's already leaking pussy juice. That means she's heated up! Now, watch what happens!'
Joanna loudly gasped and groaned, her eyes screwing shut as she felt a finger pressing just inside her pussy lips and drag up and down slowly. She tried not to make any sound, but it felt so good, she couldn't keep the soft whining from erupting out of her mouth.
Laughing, Karl said 'See. When you get a bitch warmed up like this, you can play her like a toy! Now, its your turn. Go ahead and put your finger in her. Not very far, just inside her cunt. Then wiggle it and see what happens!'
Joanna held her breath, and then she felt Steve's finger probing between her swollen and highly sensitive pussy lips. She bit her lip, trying to repress making a sound, but when he began slowly wiggling it inside her, her mouth opened and a soft sobbing sound began.
'Wow, that is so kewl!!!' Steve said enthusiastically as he ran his finger slowly up and down between the wet flaps of her pussy flesh.
'Damn betcha, Skippy!' Karl laughed. 'Just keep doing that. Don't go any deeper yet. What you want to do is drive her crazy so that she winds up begging to be fucked. There's nothing more exciting then turning a babe like
Mrs. Gee into a cock hungry fuck slut.'
Joanna could hardly think. All of her attention was upon the delicious finger stirring her wet pussy. But it was just teasing her. She wanted it inside of her, and she began pushing her hips back in an almost subconscious effort to impale her heated throbbing cunt onto the probing finger.
She had taken almost two inches of his finger inside of her pussy before she felt it roughly withdrawn.
Karl laughed, releasing his wrist and saying 'Did you see what she was doing, boy? She was shoving her ass back wanting you to shove your finger up her sweet little cunt.'
Steve said 'But…I want to!' obviously confused.
'Hell, you can do that later, but remember that you want her so hot, she'll beg you to fuck her. She's not there yet! Are ya, Mrs. Gee? You ready to beg
Steve to fuck your sweet little cunt?' Karl was so crude and lewd. Joanna gritted her teeth refusing to answer him. In truth, she desperately wanted something, anything, to fill her up and satisfy her hot cunt. But her pride refused to let her beg.
'Now, see here, right at the end of her pussy slit, that little piece of flesh covering what looks like a little bump?' Karl said. 'Oh No, not my clit!' Joanna thought.
'Yeah, I see it' Steve replied. 'Well, you can drive women nuts by playing with her there. That's her clit.'
Joanna's body jumped when she felt Karl's finger beginning to circle round and round her little hooded clit. She was raggedly gasping, beginning to moan as chills ran up and down her back and her cunt began contracting over and over. She tried to push her hips back against his finger, but Karl anticipated her and wouldn't give her relief.
Joanna moaned with disappointment when she felt his finger leave her.
