I am Jed Baker and I have a story to tell you about something that happened to me. I still don't understand quite what happened and how I ended up where I am right now.
I was raised in a small community by very religious parents. They were good, kind and considerate but they lived by a very strict moral code. Church on Sunday, no excuses. No lying or failing to tell the truth. They had strict rules about sex. No masturbation, no heavy petting and most definitely no sex before marriage. Adultery was a total crime and divorce was completely unthinkable. Other rules too, but you get the general idea?
OK, so I lived by their rules, progressed through school and graduated without sufficient grades to go to university. Living in a small town meant that there were few jobs, so I became an odd job man. I am good with my hands so I was never too short of work but it wasn't consistent. I will freely admit that at about 19 I lost a bit of my faith and the rules associated with it. Especially masturbation. I found that I had a high sex drive and that I needed to "sin" daily, sometimes twice daily. As my sex drive started to demand attention, I prayed for help in controlling my lusts. I got no help. No answer to my fervent pleas for a decrease in my sex drive. Finally I gave up praying about the issue and started masturbating daily. To my surprise I found that my aggression and short temper were eased by a daily "sin" so I gave up worrying.
Another problem was my parents were friends with Marge and Pete a married couple slightly younger than them. Pete was the local bank manager, a wispy little man a couple of years older than Marge. Marge was the local dress maker and fashion advisor. Blonde, busty and naughty, given the chance she would flirt with anyone. One day while they were visiting my mother asked her to measure me up for a jacket. She leapt at the opportunity and dragged me off into my room. To measure up she said. Once we were in the room with the door firmly shut, she took great delight in running her hands all over me and purring about what a fine figure of a man I was. I was terrified and kept her at bay as best I could, which seemed to amuse her no end.
"I will get you one day!" She said as we emerged.
"Don't worry Dora! He was a good Christian soul and kept me at bay."
My mother seemed to be amused at this and after Marge and Pete were gone said to me:
"She is such a tease. But I knew she wouldn't do anything sinful."
I wasn't so sure about that.
Marge would use the jacket measurement story every time they visited and I had to keep her hands off me despite the urgings of my own lusts. She even managed to grab my cock once. She gave it a squeeze and then ran her fingers over the length of my cock.
She froze for a moment and then still holding onto me, looked me straight in the eye.
"That's some weapon you have there Jed Baker and I am going to get to use it one day. Mark my words. Oh, yes, indeed."
I finally got my jacket and Marge's excuse for taking me off to the bedroom disappeared, but I often saw her eyeing me like a prize bull. I tried to stay clear of her as much as possible.
A few years after graduating I fell for Janet Simmons who had graduated the same year as I did but who was going steady with George who was a bit older than me. All the other women of my age were pretty much spoken for so I was pretty much a bachelor. Then one day George was arrested for house breaking. He was found guilty and was sent off to serve time. He never returned. Not surprising as the town was shocked and outraged by his crime. Actually turns out it was crimes. He apparently had been supporting himself by robbing houses.
Janet was now free and agreed to start going out with me. This was another reason I started to drift away from religion. Janet and I often ended up parking in a secluded place and got into the sin of heavy petting. Like with masturbation I prayed for strength to resist temptation, but with Janet's lithe body I couldn't help but become more and more aroused and daring. During our first petting session Janet introduced me to French kissing which was shocking to me and totally outside of my experience. She laughed my inexperience and encouraged me to touch her breasts as well. That caused me to panic and I took her home with her grumbling about me and my lack of forwardness.
The next outing she had me sucking her nipples and stroking her damp pussy. But more disturbing was that she grabbed my cock.
Each time we went out we went further and further, getting closer and closer to full sex.
I was convinced we must be married soon, if only to keep me from further sin. Problem was that I wasn't earning enough to support a wife, especially a wife like Janet who had expensive tastes. She kept on telling me that George had treated her better than I was. She seemed unconcerned that the source of George's money had been house breaking. Whatever, I finally enlisted in the army which brought in a steady, reliable income which pleased Janet.
As our dates became more and more heated, my religious values faded. Before I went the whole way however the military intervened. They sent me away for three months on a peace keeping mission. Peace keeping was a misnomer. We ended up shooting at locals and them shooting to us. It scarred me very badly. I became a different person, hardened and cynical. I resented authority and I took no prisoners. I had difficulty sleeping and bad dreams haunted me. But on the upside I had found a calling. No, not religious or spiritual but what I suppose you could call humanist. I wanted to make things better, help people, cure them. Fuck knows where that all came from. I was totally surprised by the urge to help people. But there it was, as they say, an elephant in the room. My days as a soldier were thus numbered in weeks rather than years
I returned home to announce my change of direction in life to discover a number of things had happened. Firstly Pete had left Marge for someone else which was a scandal in itself but the fact that it was a man he had left her for doubled the scandal. Marge had become a very regular visitor at my parent's home and I wondered if she had her eye on my father but she had lost a lot of her sparkle so I didn't think that was foremost in her mind, loneliness was more likely I thought.
More to serious for me was that Janet had left town and was rumoured to be back with George.
"A narrow escape for you!" Opined my mother.
Marge who was there at the time nodded solemnly but her eyes told me a different story. I got the feeling she was pleased that she had clear path to my seduction and, remembering her fast hands in my bedroom I dumped the last of the morality rules I have lived under for so long.
"She got bored and pissed off with waiting for me to bang her."
"Jed! Don't use that sort of language in front of your Mother. You are a soldier! Where is your discipline?"
"I no longer a soldier, or more accurately I am on my way out of the military. And I have lived under your moral code for as long as I intend. Longer than I should have."
"You are a failure, a sinner and no son of mine! Get out!"
"OK. You coming Marge? I can I buy you dinner this evening."
I packed my few belongings and headed out the front door.
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"That was sort of dramatic. What else are you planning?"
Marge, looking at me over the dinner table, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well some time back you said you wanted to use my "weapon" as you called it. Now is your chance. Charlie gave me the keys to his fishing shack over at the lake. Want to come fishing with me?"
"If I do come with you, I am not sure we will do much fishing."
"And I won't pull out to soon."
Marge smiled at that.
"When do we leave?"
"As soon as you are ready."
"Oh. I am ready. Before you picked me up, I packed a DW bag. Trimmed my pubes, greased all the working parts and inserted my favourite butt plug just in case you wanted to use that fearsome weapon of yours on my sweet little butt hole."
I must admit that that speech kinda stalled my brain.
