The Preacher’s Wife Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – The Preacher’s Wife Pt. 05 by groomleader,groomleader
Joanna Liston feared that she was bipolar. On one hand, she was depressed, ashamed 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 casually 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 stairs.

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 telltale 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. Liston,” 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 not 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, she could feel the damping as she started to lubricate. She felt extremely nervous at the man’s seeming ease in reading her mind. Joanna continued to stand there, her mouth moving, but no sound came out.

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.

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. Liston,” 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, it’s 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 cute little ass back down here.” His voice took on a menacing quality. “You understand me?”

“Y-Yes…Yes, S-Sir!” She stammered as she felt his hand move lower and rub one of her asscheeks lewdly. He then smacked her on her ass. “Hop to it, Mrs. Liston!” he laughed.

Joanna jumped and quickly climbed the steps, trying to keep her legs together but knowing that the man was getting a good view of her panty-clad ass. When she got to the landing, she pressed herself against the wall. Joanna tried to stop her heart from racing madly. She thought about simply leaving the house but knew she wouldn’t. It was very apparent to her that these men, especially the older one, were aware of her weakness. And yet, Joanna’s submissive streak, which Rick had discovered and exploited, had grown over the past two weeks and just the thought of letting this man use her was so exciting she could hardly breathe.

She walked to the kitchen in an almost catatonic state. She put six bottles of cold beer on a tray along with two glasses. She pulled her robe more tightly around her body, knotting the belt. Nervously, she picked up the tray and walked back to the landing into the basement.

Looking down the stairs, she saw the men both standing at the bottom, looking up at her. Joanna knew they were looking up her robe at her legs and panties. Feeling a thrill of wickedness and fear, she went down the steps, trying to ignore the men’s hot eyes prying between her legs.

Arriving at the bottom of the steps, she held out the tray and softly said.

“Here you are. I-I need to go…go and…go get some work done upstairs.”

But neither man took the tray, and she stood there stupidly.

She noticed the small name patch on the older man’s shirt read “Karl”. The young man’s patch read “Steve”. Karl took her by her arm and gently pulled her off the bottom step and out into the room. “Oh, I think you can keep us company for a while. Besides, we have a little bit of work for you to do.”

Karl took the tray, setting it on a nightstand. He gave the young man one of the beers and he grabbed one as well. Silently, they drank the cold beers as they simply looked Joanna up and down. She was frozen to the spot. Joanna stood before the two men, her heart continuing to race as she waited to see what would happen to her.

Karl smiled at her, walking over to stand in front of the nervously trembling young woman. “Mrs. Liston, working on this shower is going to be kind of messy, and we’re probably going to get wet. Now Steve here, he’s new…in a lot of ways. And I’ve told him how some ladies…ladies just like you, are a big help to us. So, you and I are going to show Steve some possibilities. Let’s start with you taking my shirt off.”

Joanna looked at Karl almost in agony. “Oh please…don’t do this to me…please,” she said softly. But Karl just grinned. “Oh come on, Mrs. Liston. We’re all friends here, and Steve has a lot to learn. Now…TAKE MY SHIRT OFF!” Karl barked the last words, making her jump.

With trembling hands, the beautiful blonde woman put her shaking hands on the top button of Karl’s shirt and unbuttoned it. She was almost numb. Just the thought of being alone in her basement with two men intent on humiliating her scared her. But it also excited her. She continued unbuttoning Karl’s shirt, revealing a chest with thick curly hair. She unbuttoned the bottom button and then dropped her hands to her side.

“Now Mrs. Liston, you know you aren’t finished yet. I told you to take my shirt off, not just unbutton it.”

Joanna’s body was shaking as took the halves of his shirt and began pulling the tails out of his jeans, pushing it off his shoulders, and taking it off of his muscled body.

As she obeyed him, Karl said “You see, Steve, women like Mrs. Liston here usually have to be told what to do to help out. But you’ll learn to recognize the ones who can be a real help and the ones you have to avoid. Mrs. Liston here…I think you’re going to find out she’s a great help. There you go, Mrs. Liston. Nice job. Now go hang my shirt up in that closet over there. We don’t want it to get wrinkled now, do we.”

It was obvious that Karl was having fun at Joanna’s expense. But she did what he asked, and with each act of obedience she gave up another small part of her will.

“Well, we don’t want my shoes and socks getting wet, either. Kneel down and take those off of me, too, Mrs. Liston.” Karl was smiling smugly at her.

Feeling her mind in a daze, Joanna knelt on the carpet and untied his shoes. She quickly took them off, then peeled his socks off, leaving him barefooted.

Karl solicitously patted Joanna on her head as if she were just a dog. “That’s a good girl. Now, take them over and put them on the floor at the foot of that big bed over there.”

Joanna was becoming excited just from the act of obeying Karl. For some reason, being humiliated was arousing her body. She knew that he was going to use her sexually, but she no longer cared. She was looking forward to the escape that sex would give her. She looked at his crotch and saw that it was growing larger as his prick started swelling, and all she wanted was for that rock-hard prick to pound her soft pink hole.

“Well Mrs. Liston, we’ll be getting to work pretty soon. But I’m worried that my jeans just might get wet too. We wouldn’t want that, would we, Mrs. Liston?”

Joanna breathlessly whispered, “No”.

Chuckling, he said. “No, of course not. So you should probably take those off of me as well. But before you do, Mrs. Liston, I have a confession to make. You see, I don’t wear underwear. So when you take my jeans off, well, I’ll be naked. You don’t mind that, do you, Mrs. Liston?” Karl was almost laughing as he watched her face.

Joanna’s face was beet red, but she just shook her head, her body trembling with the excitement of being humiliated.

“Mrs. Liston, I asked you a question. You don’t mind if I’m naked, do you?”

Joanna’s voice was husky as she said “No, I-I don’t m-mind.”

Smiling, Karl said “Well, I didn’t think you would. You see Steve, some women don’t want to help out. Some would be embarrassed and offended if you were naked. But women like Mrs. Liston here, they really help out a lot.”

“Mrs. Liston, I need to warn you of something first. You see, you are one good-looking hot-ass bitch, and because of that, my ole prick is getting big! So if you take my jeans off, you’re gonna get an eyeful of my boner. Mrs. Liston, you don’t mind me having a boner for you, do ya?” Karl’s language was becoming more coarse, and Joanna was feeling more slutty as a result.

She shook her head, saying softly, “No, Karl. I d-don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind WHAT, Mrs. Liston? I wanna hear you say it.”

Conflicting feelings of shame and excitement shot through Joanna, but she said “I d-don’t mind that you h-have a b-b-boner, Karl!”

It made her feel dirty to say such a thing, but the very feeling of wickedness inflamed the throbbing between her legs. The truth was that she could hardly wait to see what his throbbing prick looked like.

“That’s good, Mrs. Liston. You may now take off my jeans and get a look at my prick!”

Joanna knelt on the carpet in front of him and put her hands on the front snap of his jeans, her fingers brushing his hairy belly. She opened the snap and began pulling down his zipper.

“Careful, Mrs. Liston, you don’t want to damage the product before you get a taste of it!” Karl laughed at her.

As she opened his jeans, the head of his prick appeared. It was silky smooth and there was a thin dribble of precum oozing from the tiny piss hole on the end. His prick shaft appeared as she continued pulling down the zipper. His prick was very thick and fat, the large vein underneath very visible.

The zipper was down all the way, and Joanna took the sides of his jeans and pulled them down off his hips. They fell away to his feet, revealing his naked cock, which was upthrust at a 45-degree angle and bobbing gently. His testicles hung underneath, and she knew they were filled with sperm which she would become intimately acquainted with. She held his jeans as he stepped out of them.

Karl reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. He slowly began stroking his prick as he said “Take my jeans and put them on a hanger in the closet, Mrs. Liston.”

Joanna stood and did as she was told. Steve had sat down on a bar stool and Joanna glanced at him, embarrassed as she put Karl’s jeans on a hanger. Steve had a sizable bulge in his jeans as well, and his eyes looked at her very hotly.

Joanna went back to Karl. She didn’t look down because she knew she’d see his hard cock. She looked into his eyes, a sick nervous excitement creating a knot in her belly.

“You’ve done very well so far, Mrs. Liston. As a reward for your good work, you deserve a little kiss.”

Without warning, Karl pulled Joanna into his arms. From instinct, she resisted for a second, but he was very strong, and he held her head as he crushed her mouth with his. She moaned as she felt his tongue pressing her lips seeking entrance. She opened her mouth and allowed Karl to kiss her open mouth. She could feel his big thick prick pressing against the front of her robe, and she was tingling with delight.

For several minutes, Karl kissed the young housewife as Steve looked on. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed her rounded cheeks. He pulled up her robe in the back and his hands played with her thin panties as he caressed her ass mounds. Joanna wrapped her arms around Karl’s neck and held tightly to him, sucking on his ravaging tongue as she enjoyed feeling his hands cupping and caressing her so intimately.

Joanna was dizzy as the strong man broke his ravaging kiss. Turning her in his arms, he pulled her back against his hard naked body. His hands cupped her breasts through her robe, and his mouth went to her ear. They were facing Steve, whose eyes were fixed on Karl’s hands as they squeezed and played with Joanna’s breasts through the material of her robe. She couldn’t help moaning as she felt his hard prick pressing against her ass and his hands roughly massaging her tits.

Karl whispered in her ear “Guess what, Mrs. Liston. Steve over there…he’s never been with a woman…until today. Just think about it. You’re going to be his first.”

“Oh no, please,” Joanna said, her mind rebelling from the thought of being the person who corrupted the innocent young man before her. And yet, seeing his swollen jeans, Joanna felt a wanton desire overpowering her. Though protesting, the thought of being the first sexual experience for the young man excited her.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Liston. You’re not only going to be his first, but you’re going to be nice to the kid. Now I plan to get some of your sweet pussy later, but first I want you to do the kid. Now, I’m going to go sit on that couch. I’ll be watching, and I expect you to teach the kid properly. Do you understand, Mrs.Liston?” Karl hissed.

Joanna knew she had no choice. “Yes, ohhhhh, yes. I’ll teach him very well!”

He smiled as he said “Steve, my boy, this is your lucky day. It seems like Mrs. Liston here has taken a shine to you. You think you can handle her?”

The handsome young man smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.

It was one thing to be raped, to have no control but to simply be the victim. However, Karl was forcing Joanna to take on an unfamiliar role. She would have to play the predator to this young virgin man. Joanna knew that doing so was very sinful, much worse than anything she had ever done. But even as she considered what a terrible thing it was, the thought of playing the role of the sexual teacher caused her pussy to moisten even more. The thought of being his first girl was turning Joanna on!

Karl released her and went to sit on the couch. Laughing, he said “Go ahead, Boy. Just tell the bitch what you want her to do. Don’t be afraid, she’s yours!”

Joanna was completely humiliated. Karl had looked deep into her eyes and seen something that was shameful. He had exposed it, and Joanna was now powerless. She looked at the boy with frightened eyes. But as she looked, she saw that he was very nervous and scared as well. Immediately, her heart went out to him. She realized that the first sexual experience could affect how a person related to sex the rest of their life. She knew that she was going to get fucked, for no matter what happened, Karl was going to use her body.

Joanna forgot her marriage vows, ignoring the shameful fact that she was going to commit adultery with this young man. She was going to initiate Steve into the pleasure of sex. She knew she had no choice, for Karl was going to rape her if she didn’t cooperate. But she shuddered with arousal as she thought about playing the whore. And with that decision, her fear was gone. She was excited and wanted to drain his virgin cock.

Speaking in a low throaty voice, Joanna said to Steve. “Tell me what you want me to do.” And then taking one step towards him, she smiled, saying, “It’s OK. Just tell me what to do.”

He swallowed nervously. “I guess maybe…uh…would you take your robe off?”

Karl was sitting on the couch stroking his prick. “Hey stupid, don’t ask. Tell her what you want. She’s the kind of woman that gets off on being ordered. So don’t ask, just tell her what you want her to do. Believe me, she’ll do it.”

Joanna again was shamed and humiliated, but she also realized that Karl knew the truth. She did indeed feel a horribly wicked thrill anticipating being ordered to do such wicked things.

“Mrs. Liston,” Steve said, trying to make his voice sound manly. “Take off your robe!”

Joanna shuddered with the delicious sensation of lust at his words. She was rapidly abandoning her morals, giving in to the powerful sexual urges of her body. Looking at the young man, she said “Yes, Steve.” She reached down and pulled the tie of her robe until it opened. Looking at the young man, Joanna ran the tip of her tongue around her lips, and then taking the sides of her robe, she opened it, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor, exposing her bra and panties to the young boy.

“Damn!” Karl said from the couch. Joanna glanced over at him and saw that he was stroking his prick faster as his eyes drank in the beauty of her body.

The young wife felt her nipples beginning to swell as the young man’s eyes crawled all over her body. She was reveling in the open admiration of the two men for her beautiful young body.

“Mrs. Liston…t-take off your…your b-bra,” Steve said to the blonde woman.

Arching her back, Joanna continued looking into his eyes as she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. She held it for a second and then released it. The elastic popped free and fell from her body to the floor, leaving the woman bare-breasted before the staring men.

“Wow” was all he said for a long minute as their eyes moved all over her body, seeing her unrestrained breasts with her hardened long pink nipples erect and begging to be suckled. Their eyes also took in the dark patch of her pussy showing through her sheer white panties.

Joanna loved the feeling of being almost naked before these two strange men, and she was relishing what she would be forced to do next. She decided to help the young man who seemed to have difficulty in directing the young wife.

She walked over to Steve and then knelt before the stool on which he sat. She reached out and untied his shoes, pulling them off, and then peeled his socks off. She picked them up, taking them over and putting them at the foot of the bed alongside Karl’s.

The men watched as she bent over, her full breasts hanging, her nipples pointing towards the floor. Her panty-covered ass looked incredibly inviting, her anal crevice a dark line behind her panties.

Returning to the young man, she began unbuttoning his shirt. Softly, she said “This is really your first time with a woman?” as she finished undoing his buttons and began pulling his shirt off. Steve had an almost hairless chest, which Joanna loved.

“Yes Ma’am, it is,” Steve said soberly.

Conspiratorially, she smiled and whispered, “Well don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” She helped him off the stool and, reaching for his jeans, she unsnapped them pulling down his zipper. She had dropped to her knees, and as she worked his jeans down, his prick popped out. Joanna saw that he was a good-sized young man. Feeling impulsive, Joanna leaned forward and kissed the head of his prick, quickly licking across the tiny hole in the end and tasting his salty precum.

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 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.” He gently took her arms and moved her backward 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. Liston?” They were now standing beside the large Queen-sized 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. Liston. 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 husband’s Youth Group! I graduated last year, but I still see you at church.”

Joanna wanted to die on the spot. One of her husband’s 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. Liston. I won’t tell anyone else about this. Your secret is safe with me!”

Gently pushing her back, he forced Joanna to sit on the bed. “Mrs. Liston, 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 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 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 have the same equipment. I prefer my bitches to be shaved bald, but it looks like Mrs. Liston 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 violin! Now, it’s 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 cool!” 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 than turning a babe like Mrs. Liston into a cock hungry live fuck doll.”

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. Liston? 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.

“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. Unconsciously she was waving her ass, searching for the finger that was no longer there.

“See, she’s heating up nicely. You could probably get her to beg just from doing that long enough. But for turning a woman into a fucking machine, there is nothing like a good long pussy lick.”

Joanna knew that she was going to give into his obscene wish to beg for fucking. She both feared and anticipated feeling a male mouth on her swollen cunt. She heard Karl whispering something to Steve for several seconds. And then she felt hands on the lower part of her asscheeks, pulling them apart, and holding her pussy wide spread. She gasped at the first swipe of a wet tongue.

There was a pause, and she heard Karl say “See, it’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it. Go for it, boy!”

Joanna almost screamed “OH FUCK!” as she felt Steve’s mouth cover her cunt and his tongue push between her pussy lips. She shoved her hips back, impaling her wildly spasming pussy on his wiggling, licking tongue.

She heard Karl whooping and laughing “That’s right, boy. You got her going now!”

Joanna’s hands clamped on the bedspread, grasping the covers as she began sobbing from joy. She no longer cared that she was like a kneeling subservient overheated bitch before two naked men, nor that she had lost control of her body. The only thing in her world was the wonderful joy of having her little pussy licked and sucked.

For the next twenty minutes, Karl instructed the boy how to drive her wild. He had Steve tongue fuck up her pussy as far as it would go, setting off tremors in her belly. He taught him to suck one of her pussy lips in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He learned to rim her clit, lick up and down her slit and rim her clit again.

Joanna was noisy, loudly whimpering and crying out as she continued to kneel, accepting Steve’s assault upon her tender cunt. She wasn’t aware anymore of Karl instructing the young man. She was simply lost in the throbbing sensations washing over her body. She had cum once and was well on her way to another cum. She didn’t hear what Karl said to the boy.

However, when she felt his tongue moving over her perineum, she froze, and then she felt his wet, licking tongue begin to rim around and around the highly sensitive rosette of her asshole. The blonde wife went wild, thrusting her hips back at him, inadvertently driving the tip of his tongue inside her asshole as she bucked and screamed as a huge orgasm took over her body. For a long minute, Joanna shook and bucked on the bed, feeling her nipples exploding with pleasure as her pussy spasmed from the thrill of such a wicked horrible thing being done to her body. Finally, Joanna collapsed on the bed, unable to stay up on her knees again, her muscles aching and shaking from fatigue.

She could tell they were talking, but she was too fuzzy-headed to make out what they were saying. However, within a couple of seconds she had been turned over onto her back. She felt strong hands lifting her legs, spreading them and pulling them back towards her head. She wearily opened her eyes, and saw that Karl was kneeling behind her head, his hands pulling her legs apart and back, opening up her cuntal mound.

She watched as Steve knelt on the bed between her legs. In this position, her pussy was lewdly spread apart, and she could see her wet lips gaping open. Her eyes were wide as she saw Steve hold his prick and then lay it along the gaping edges of her pussy. Joanna groaned from the contact, trying to push her hips up against his cock, but not able to do much, being pinned to the bed.

“Mrs. Liston?” Steve asked. “Beg me, Mrs. Liston. If you want it, you have to beg me for it!”

Joanna was beside herself with lust. She desperately wanted to feel his young prick surging inside of her. She sobbed and continued trying to move her hips so that she could capture his cock and thrust herself onto it.

Steve leaned forward, taking the head of his prick and resting it against the spread opening of her cunt. He was now looking directly into her eyes from only a foot away as he leaned over her spread nakedness.

“Say it, Mrs. Liston. If you do, I’ll slide my prick inside of you. You know you want it. Just say it,” Steve whispered.

“Ohhhh please…do it!” She whispered to the young boy.

“Sorry Mrs. Liston. You know what I want to hear. And just think how good it’s going to feel when I slip my prick up your cunt. Say it, Mrs. Liston. SAY IT!!” Steve had certainly discovered his self-confidence.

Tears in her eyes and feeling completely degraded, Joanna said “Yes, Steve! Fuck me. Oh, FUCK ME, Steve! Fuck my pussy with your big prick. Now, FUCK ME!”

She fairly screamed those last words as she felt his cock enter the hot liquid center of her cunt and push inch after wonderful inch of man meat inside her little cunt. She was so hot that she screamed and started cumming immediately.

Steve’s eyes opened wide as he felt the beautiful woman’s pussy begin rippling up and down the whole length of his prick as if it were a mouth sucking on it. It was such a huge shock, and it felt so great that he only had time for three quick thrusts and then he began shooting his young sperm deep inside the wife of his Youth Minister, hosing her over and over.

Joanna felt his sperm shooting inside of her, knowing that the young man was cumming. She bit her lip as she continued trying to lift her hips up to meet his prick, but she felt him begin to slowly wilt.

Embarrassed, he said “Oh Shit! I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean to do it so soon.”

Karl released her legs saying, “Don’t worry kid! The first time is always fast. You just recover and while you’re getting your second wind, I’ll take a crack at her.”

Karl quickly moved Joanna’s body around. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, bending forward and pressing her knees into her tits. He guided his prick to her pussy pouch and slowly began forcing himself inside her. Joanna couldn’t stifle the moan of pleasure as she felt his huge prick invading her warm cuntal canal. He began a languid slow fucking of the lovely woman.

Joanna fell into rhythm with the powerful man. She didn’t object when he pressed his mouth to hers and she obediently kissed him back. She loved how his hairy chest tickled and aroused her hard nipples as he fucked in and out of her. She put her arms around his neck, sucking on and dueling with his thick tongue.

She lifted her legs and crossed her ankles behind his lower back as he plowed her wet furrow, reaching deep within her body with the head of his prick, smacking against her cervix with each long hard thrust.

Joanna was not thinking about shame or humiliation. It no longer mattered that she had been used like a piece of ass. All of her previous thoughts and expectations about sex had been changed since her encounter with Rick and now with these two men. Sex wasn’t a duty, it wasn’t something to be endured, and it really could be totally fulfilling. It was with a twinge of sadness that she realized that her husband was lacking. But that thought lasted only an instant. The hard pounding prick demanded her complete joyful attention.

And so, the gorgeous young married Preacher’s wife rutted contentedly with the plumber, enjoying his plunging prick and his ravaging mouth. After ten minutes of fucking she felt the approach of orgasm as her toes curled up and her sweet cunt began massaging the thrusting prick.

Karl felt her begin to cum, and grunted “That’s right, Mrs. Liston. Cum for me. Squeeze that sweet little cunt around my prick. Come on, baby!”

Joanna responded by hoarsely shouting as waves of pleasure washed over her. Karl’s continued fucking extended her orgasm. He gave her no rest, and she didn’t ask for any. Within a minute she had begun moving with the man again. The sounds of their fucking were loud in the basement room, the wet squishy slapping of moist flesh.

Karl grunted out, “Steve, are you ready to take over? She’s got a sweet little cunt that’s gonna take both of us to satisfy!”

Joanna was embarrassed to be passed back and forth between the two men, but the joy of fucking had created a pleasant golden haze with regular intense orgasms, and her embarrassment was quickly wiped away by the joy of being fucked.

Steve indeed was ready, his cock had recovered and was now once again hard. When Karl pulled out of her cunt, Steve was ready. Karl moved aside, continuing to hold her legs up, and Steve glimpsed her pussy which was sodden, her lips still widely splayed. He moved up over her and guided his prick to her sloppy hole. He shoved his shaft deep into her as Karl adjusted her legs to Steve’s shoulders.

Karl said, “OK son, now you need to pace yourself. Start with slow strokes, and after you’re all the way in, hold your prick in her for a couple of seconds. And move your hips around a bit so you hit different places inside her.”

Joanna was humiliated at being used as some kind of teaching tool. But she had to admit that Steve was a good pupil, and she continued groaning, moaning, and whining as his cock reamed her out in such a beautiful way.

Over the next ten minutes, Karl had Steve vary his techniques as Joanna lay in the grip of lust that had consumed her body. Again, she felt herself approaching orgasm. Something told Karl that she was going to cum again.

“Damn, boy! You done good. The bitch is gonna cum. Now just relax, ’cause her cunt is gonna try to squeeze your prick off. And don’t stop fucking her no matter what.”

Joanna’s fingers turned to claws as she began bucking under the young man, shoving her hips up against his rampaging prick.

“Shit!’ Steve said as he felt her pussy muscles gripping and rhythmically squeezing his hard cock. He had to practice self-restraint as his Youth Minister’s wife’s cunt tried to entice the cum from his balls. He gritted his teeth and kept plowing her wet pussy until she sighed as her orgasm ebbed, and her pussy muscles relaxed.

“OK, boy, time to switch again!” Karl said.

Joanna was almost oblivious as Steve quickly pulled out and Karl slammed his prick inside her, filling her tunnel of lust with deep, hard, but slow strokes.

The two naked men took turns fucking the young housewife, delighting in her body. They put her on her hands and knees and took turns fucking her doggy style. They made her climb on their pricks as they lay on the bed, making her ride up and down their pricks.

Joanna was becoming exhausted. She could barely move, and it seemed like her orgasms were becoming stronger, the muscles of her body weary from contracting repeatedly. She had just been made to mount Karl as he lay on the bed, and her sore cunt was filled with his hotly throbbing prick. Neither of the men had cum, and she feared she would soon pass out.

Karl put his hands on her asscheeks, holding her hips still for a minute.

“OK, Stevie boy. It’s time for the finale. I can’t wait too much longer, and I think we’ve pretty much fucked Mrs. Liston into unconsciousness. We’re gonna let you try something new.”

As he talked, Karl’s finger slipped alongside his prick into her pussy. Pulling his finger out, he moved it to her anus, rubbing and circling her asshole before roughly thrusting his finger inside. Joanna was so tired, she barely responded as the man pushed and fingered her asshole, stretching it and finally eliciting grunts and moans from the beautiful woman.

“Here you go, boy! Put some spit on your finger and loosen her up. Then you’re gonna fuck her ass and I’m gonna fuck her cunt, and we’re gonna hose this sweet bitch like she’s never been hosed before.”

Joanna was stunned. She had never thought about taking on two men at once.

She groaned when she felt the cool wetness of Steve’s spit on her anus and then his finger pushing in and out of her sore ass. Karl’s prick was throbbing in her cunt, distracting her. But when Steve pressed the head of his cock against her tight sphincter, she groaned from the pain. The head of his cock popped in and he began slowly working his prick inside her rectum.

Her crotch felt numb as Steve’s prick slid inside her, separated only by a thin membrane from Karl’s prick. Joanna had never experienced such sensations wracking her body. She felt totally and completely full. The pricks inside her cunt and ass were throbbing crazily and she could barely move.

They began to each slowly enter and withdraw from her body. For a few minutes, Joanna could feel nothing but a dull ache as her young body attempted to adapt to the unnatural invasion by the two male members. But then flickers of desire began to lick at her loins. And that flicker grew until it became a raging flame.

She was being fucked by two men! The sweet, pure little minister’s wife was being doubly FUCKED! The thought drove her wild with lust, and she began throwing her hips back and forth as the two men began fucking her as hard and fast as possible. Joanna thought her tits would explode from the pleasure that was pulsating throughout her body. She felt more full than at any time in her life, and the twin pistons moving in counterpoint, rubbing against each other, were driving her mad. To be the object of lust for these two men gave her a sense of fulfillment that she had never known. Though helplessly sandwiched between them, she WANTED them to fuck her, to use her without any thought.

I’m a piece of tail, a cunt and ass for them to fuck filled her mind, and knowing they were lost in lust for her body made her cum. She began an orgasm that refused to fade. It was wonderful and horrible at the same time. Her body was immobile, every muscle tight as she heard Karl yell “Shiiiitt! Here it comes, baby. Take my cum!” She could literally feel the force of his spurts of sperm shooting against the walls of her pussy.

At the same time, Steve started grunting as well, and she felt her insides receive strong spays of sperm splashing against her ass walls as she squeezed her ass and pussy muscles over and over, her mouth open in a soundless scream of pure lust as she became the receptacle into which these two men emptied their hot white sperm. Joanna felt blackness enclosing her world as the two pricks continued throbbing and emptying inside her while her body was being buffeted between them. Mercifully, the naked young blonde wife was overcome by the darkness of unconsciousness as her body continued pounding with an overwhelming orgasm.