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 mans 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 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 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 desparate 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.
Chapter Two
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
