A Good Christian Woman Ch 05

------JESSICA------

All I wanted to do was spend time with James. It had been such a confusing past few days. I wanted the safety and security of my boyfriend so badly.

He seemed so... sad, for some reason. Maybe the workload from school and not seeing each other much was starting to get to him? A nervous, paranoid, part of me thought maybe he knew about Kappa Phi. Knew what happened at the party. But there's just no way, right? He would have said something certainly.

God, and the way his hands felt on me. Despite having hours and hours and hours of constant sex the night prior, I was so deeply aroused when he touched me. When I felt his boner pushing into me from behind, and his hands exploring my body. It felt so much different from the sex I had performed with the different men. There was a connection there that just lit me up inside.

But I couldn't let him see me as any different. I needed to enforce boundaries, remain pure in his eyes. And I didn't want to sacrifice his purity as well. I know it sounds stupid, considering what I've done, and what I knew I would continue doing. But that purity and virtue still mattered to me. I loved that he wanted to save himself for me, and if my mother and Kappa Phi hadn't convinced me that their methods are so effective at pleasing a man, I would still be saving myself for him.

It made me feel special in his eyes. I knew, to these random men I was with, I was just an object to use. And to some extent, they were just training dummies to me as well. Placeholders and training partners for the skills I would eventually use for James. But to have him save himself for me? It kept some level of purity alive in our relationship. If we had sex before we got married, then what was the point of all of this? We would be like any other godless couple.

I'm sure you can say it's hypocritical of me. To think about purity on my way to get fucked again. To leave the dorm of my boyfriend, the man I love, to prove my worth to Kim and her fiance, Travis. But I had to do what I had to do. I was too far in to back out now. I needed to commit.

There was no text from my roommate. No one locked out of the dorm. The text I received at James' dorm while he touched me was from Kim and it read:

"Sorry sweetie, I know you're sore. But Travis wants you now. I'll be home in about an hour but he wants you there ASAP."

She included their address, and a few emojis. But the point was clear.

I needed to go to Kim's fiance. I needed his approval to be Kim's protege. I wanted to make her proud, make my mom proud, and receive the training I would need to keep James forever.

They didn't live far. Walking distance from the dorms. It took about 20 minutes for me to get there. As I approached their house I tried to recall what kim said this morning.

He likes to be rough. Likely rougher than what I experienced last night, which was already quite an adjustment. How can someone be rougher than the painful spanks I received? The powerful thrusts? My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest and I gulped down the nerves.

She also said he likes when a woman takes charge though, and she suggested I take charge but allow him the time to rough me up as well. I didn't know what all of that was supposed to look like. I figured I'd try to start by taking charge. Walk in his house and immediately drop to my knees, take him out and pleasure him. Maybe guide him to a bed and allow him to enter me? Is that what taking charge means?

I didn't know. It didn't matter.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door flew open and Travis stood there with a wide smile on his face. We locked eyes, I felt like a deer in headlights trying to decide what to do, when his arm shot out towards me and grabbed a fistful of fabric on my top. Before I had time to process what was happening he had yanked me forward into the house and slammed the door behind me.

He pulled me tightly towards him and said through grit teeth, "You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes Sir." I squeaked out, scared. But something about the fear lit my body on fire. I felt like I was in danger, and in reaction I felt a wetness begin to form between my legs.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, Slut."

"Thank you, Sir."

------JAMES------

The video Phil sent of Jess was short. Less than a minute. But it was immediately seared into my brain. I couldn't have my girlfriend in the way Phil had her in this video. But, I did have the video. I could at least see her naked, and in the throes of lust. I was obsessed with Jess, in every way. The rejection of my advances hurt. But I couldn't help how turned on it was seeing her like this. Seeing her sexuality unleashed. I only wished I could be the target of that energy.

Less than a minute after Jessica had left my dorm, I had my cock out and was stroking it to the best friend I had made at college fucking my girlfriend, a few repeats of the video later. I was shooting another load into a bundled up set of boxer briefs.

Before all of this, I rarely masturbated. But I couldn't stop doing it now. I had never been so turned on in my life, and for such a long period of time. Did I actually enjoy watching other men fuck my girlfriend, or was I just so desperate for some kind of sexual interaction with Jess that I was content with this as my only option?

My cock was growing hard again, and I started the video back up, softly stroking myself back to full hardness. I used the video to fuel my fantasies. Watching her body move in real time to apply a visual factor to the horrible things she might have done or might do.

God, what if she left the dorm just now to go get fucked.

"Oh sorry James, I don't want to fuck you, but Phil's big cock feels so good so I have to go, okay I love you!"

I imagined her saying it and my cock tightened.

Wait. Actually, I could check.

My heart started pounding as my fantasies briefly bled into reality. I pulled up the tracking tool we use for each other. We both downloaded it awhile ago, worried that one of us might get in trouble or lose our phones or something and we could use it to find each other. I had completely forgotten about it.

I opened the app and let it update before clicking on Jessica's name.

She wasn't at her dorm. She was heading the opposite direction. Over to the housing complex where some of the older students lived in houses they rented.

I'm not saying it was right, to spy on her, to track her. It certainly wasn't right to follow her. But in some sick way. I'm glad I did.

I threw some pants on and ran out the door, keeping the tracking app up and walking her direction. After a few minutes of walking, her little dot stopped and looked like it was positioned in one house in particular. I know there's some drift on these types of apps as far as precise locations go, but when I came up to the house I knew she was inside. The yard was large, and the nearest houses on each side were far enough apart that I could be certain.

I didn't think this far ahead.

Obviously, now, I knew she wasn't telling the truth about who had texted her and why. But whose house was this? Why was she here? And what did I think I was actually going to do about it? I considered going home. Turning around and walking away. But the pounding in my pants and the haze in my brain pushed me forward.

I peeked around one side of the house and saw a few windows. Creeping along the side of the house and looking around the area, it looked like I was alone. Due to the privacy fence I could only really be seen from the street and it seemed pretty unpopulated. I felt safe. I inched closer and tried to peek through a window.

Nothing. Blinds covered the whole window. I crept down to the next window and saw the same thing. Briefly, I considered just leaving again. I was acting like a fucking crazy person. But I assumed there were windows on the other side of the house too. Might as well take a peek.

I strolled around the front of the house and to the other side and peeked through the first window. No blinds, but I didn't see anything. Just a relatively empty bedroom, must be a guest room of some sort. As I crept to the next window, I heard it.

"MMMMM Yeah." a deep voice groaned, muffled by the walls and windows.

I leaned slightly over and peeked through the window. The blinds were drawn up slightly, beginning to group together at the top of the window, but I could peek through two of the blades at the top.

A tall, muscular, naked, man stood. His head thrown back and body gyrating. I let my eyes trail down his body but due to the blinds I couldn't see below a certain point. I would need to get lower, try to see under the blinds. I crouched down and got a much better view.

There she was. Naked. Her back was to me and she was on her knees, I could see her ass softly spill over her legs and ankles. God her ass was so much fucking bigger than I thought it was. I had never seen something like what was on display before me.

It was like a blowjob. Which I was obviously aware of. But so much more brutal.

This man had Jessica's hair wrapped around his hand and he was very violently shoving her mouth down on his cock as he thrust forward. It's like my beautiful girlfriend's head was a toy that he was throwing back and forth and thrusting into. No care for how she felt. How could she even fucking breathe like that!

As if reading my mind. He showed me.

He tore her head from his cock and pulled her hair down while he bent over her so she was looking up at him. Her mouth was open and her body heaving with heavy breaths. I thought this was so she could breathe, I was wrong.

He spat on her face. And while I was still reeling from the shock of that, he slapped her - hard. Her body shook and then twitched. Insanity. The way he brutalized the woman I loved, abused her, fucked her face like a toy. It hurt, I hated it. I took my cock out.

I stroked myself as he ripped her up off of the ground by her hair and threw her onto the bed in the room, now facing the window. I ducked down briefly, but quickly realized she wouldn't be looking my direction.

He had her in a doggystyle type position, but he still gripped her hair and buried her face into the bed. I could see the length of him fully now, as he lined up behind her and it was mind blowing. I had never really thought about my size. But the black man I saw behind her at the party, Phil, and now this man? They were all much MUCH larger than me. I began to feel self-conscious about the small rod I was stroking as I peeked in at a much bigger man brutalize my future wife. Were these guys just big? Or was I...

He thrust inside of her and I could hear her clearly despite the window between us. A loud, long, squeal erupted from her and devolved into whimpering cries as he slammed her over and over and over. Oh my god watching the way her body moved was so fucking hot. This woman I had forever fantasized about - being fucked brutally in front of me. Even in my wildest fantasies, I never pictured myself being this rough or aggressive with her. I always pictured soft, slow, love making. This was alien to me. I didn't know that sex could even be like this.

I felt my orgasm approaching, and the hypnosis inflicted upon me through this window kept me from hearing something else approach.

"Hey!" A soft, feminine, voice whispered. Quiet but urgent. A bolt of fear shot through me and I tore my gaze from the window to look around, cock still in hand. My eyes fell on a pretty, slightly-older, woman, smiling brightly in my direction. I recognized her.

"Shhhhh" Kim said, standing by the driveway, "You seem familiar, what's your name, Sir?"

She crouched down and approached me, moving quietly.

"J-James" I squeaked out, too caught up in arousal and fear to think of a lie.

"James? Isn't... Oh my gosh, James." She said looking at my face, then the cock I was gripping, then to the window, "Oh...Were you jerking off to your girlfriend getting fucked, Sir?"

She looked at me with a bright, knowing, smile, but her tone was so soft and comforting. I gulped.

"It's okay, Sir. I like watching too. That's my fiance training your girlfriend right now." She whispered, getting closer to me and peeking in the window, "She's so worried you'd find out about this, Sir. Did you tell her that you know?"

I shook my head. Frozen in place, I didn't expect to be caught. I CERTAINLY didn't expect... whatever this is.

"What's... what's going on." Was all I could muster. I didn't know how to ask the million questions I had.

"She's training. For you. You can keep jerking off by the way, Sir." She said, looking at my cock and then back into the window, "She loves you so much. She wants to blow your mind with incredible sex, when the time comes for you two. For that, she needs practice."

Slowly, timidly, I began stroking myself again, looking back through the window to find Kim's fiance aggressively slamming into my girlfriend from behind as she wailed into the mattress.

"We were... saving ourselves. And I tried to touch her. She wouldn't let me." I whispered. Shocked that I was even saying this out loud, let alone outside of this woman's house while her fiance fucked my girlfriend.

"Welllll, you're not supposed to find out she gave herself away. She gave away her purity so she could better serve you, Sir. That's what good women do. This is all FOR you. She doesn't want to be impure in your eyes, but she wants to rock your world for the rest of your life with the most impressive service she can provide." Kim said, like any of this was normal.

'Mmmmmmm FUCK YES!' I heard Jess scream loudly, even muffled by the mattress and the wall.

"See, she agrees" Kim said, raising a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh as she looked towards me.

"I'm sorry, you seem upset, Sir. How can I make you see that this is all for you? Hmm. Do you want to see her in a certain position? Riding him? Pushed against a wall? Tits swinging in your face?" She said sweetly, like offering different ways of seeing my girlfriend getting brutally fucked was a treat.

My eyes shot to her at the last suggestion she made though. I loved her breasts, what can I say. To see them swing and jump in person sounded amazing. If I couldn't do it myself, I did want to see it.

"Ooooo! Yay! I can make that happen for you, Sir. Here." Before I could say or do anything more than stroke my cock, Kim reached out and gave the window a small tap.

Her fiance looked up from my girlfriend to the window and I instinctively ducked down. Kim just gave a little wave, pointed towards me, trying to hide from view, then pointed towards Jessica before mouthing a word.

He had seen me, guaranteed. I leaned back up a little bit, peeking over the windowsill.

Kim gave a, "come here" gesture and her fiance smiled widely and yanked Jessica's head off of the bed. He lifted her up and walked her towards the window, keeping her head held upwards as they approached.

When they got closer, I couldn't see their upper bodies anymore. My only hope was she didn't see me. Somehow, he bent her over by the window and her tits hung just in view while her face was hidden by the blinds. At my position, I could see his cock enter her and her breasts swing with every thrust. She was so much louder now that she was closer to the window.

"Oh my GOD TRAVIS YES FUCK ME SIR HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT" Jessica screamed from behind a pane of glass. He large breasts jumping violently with every thrust.

"holy shit" I muttered, stroking faster.

Even Kim's breath was getting heavier, "He's so fucking good isn't he? Look how he trains your girlfriend, Sir. He's making her a perfect woman just for you." Kim's hand rocked gently over her own skirt as she crouched beside me.

"Tell me what you are, girl?" Travis grumbled, barely audible above Jess's whimpers.

"A slut, Sir I'm a slut!" Jessica yelled. I had never heard her use that word, but hearing her call herself a slut while this man pounded her made my cock tighten.

"Whose slut?" He asked and she immediately replied.

"YOURS SIR IM YOUR SLUT" She said as her legs shook and her tits bounced wildly just out of reach, they slapped against the window as he continued ramming her.

"Oh fuck. Oh my god, HOLY SHI-" I moaned, louder than I intended, as an orgasm crested over me. Kim wrapped one hand around my head and over my mouth.

I groaned, loudly, into her hand as I came on the side of their home.

"Good, good, there you go Sir, get it all out." She cooed as I erupted. When I finished she removed her hand. I was left with cum on my hand, a rapidly deflating cock, and my girlfriend screaming obscenities inches away from me. I felt so... small.

"I should go in, I should have been home by now." Kim said, "You're more than welcome to come inside and watch her practice, you know."

I shook my head immediately. No fucking way. Seeing them together makes me feel, insecure, worried, jealous, broken. It's easier without them knowing. I don't want Jess to see me and compare me to him.

"I can't I'm too..." I looked down at my shrinking cock, and then up to his massive one, buried in my screaming girlfriend, "He's so..."

"Big?" Kim said, following my eyes, "I know, isn't he amazing!?"

A bright smile flashed on her face before she registered the expression on mine.

"Oh, James. All men are worthy of service. Some are just more fun to serve!", She rubbed my back with a strangely comforting smile, "It'll get dark soon, but I can turn the light on inside so it's harder to see you out here if you want to continue to watch, Sir."

"Thank you" I muttered, shamefully, under my breath.

"Though you really should tell her, you know. She's struggling with this secret she thinks she's keeping. In the meantime, give me your number. I can help you direct her training, if there's certain things you really want her to be good at! Maybe that can prove this is for your benefit." She said, taking her phone from a bag she had set down by the side of the house.

The past hour or so had been so goddamn weird. Why not give my number to the woman whose fiance is fucking my girlfriend? I told it to her and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket right after.

"There we go. All Set! I'll crack all the blinds in the house a little bit for you, Sir. Who knows what rooms they'll end up in. I hope you enjoy your night, and I'm sure we'll talk soon!" Kim said, giving me a little smile and wave as she picked up her bags and walked around to the front of the house.

I timidly peeked back through the window, and saw something new. Jess had him on the bed, she was on top of him, and this seemed - VERY - different than the brutal pounding he was just giving her. Somehow, this hurt even more to see. I started stroking myself again.

------JESSICA------

I found out what 'rough sex' means pretty quickly.

Shortly after entering Kim and Travis' house he had gripped my by my throat and slammed me into the wall. A picture frame fell to the floor from the sheer force of his aggression. If you told me beforehand that he would do this to me, choke me, throw me around, slap me, I would have said that sounded scary, abusive, violent.

I definitely wouldn't have been able to tell you how wet it would make me, how turned on I would get, or how FREE it made me feel. His aggression and dominance made me feel like it didn't matter what reservations I had. My worries about James, my own purity, what I was hesitant to do. None of it mattered because Travis was going to do whatever he wanted to do. I could give up all sense of control and just let this strong man TAKE me how he desired. I was prey, to be used. None of that was my responsibility, and it felt like finally giving up any sense of control was exactly what I needed.