The Preachers Wife Pt 03 1

Joanna had returned home, feeling dirty and sick at heart. She was so upset that she had thrown up in her bathroom, disgusted with her conduct. She wearily climbed into the shower and spent 45 minutes scrubbing herself, trying to restore cleanliness to her heart. In the end, she lay on her bed and cried her eyes out for an hour.

Finally, she cleaned herself up, made supper, and waited in dread for Tom to get home. When he entered the house, he greeted her quickly and then sat in his EZ chair reading the paper. She didn't say much during dinner but he didn't seem to notice.

That night, for the first time, Joanna was hoping that Tom wouldn't touch her. She received her wish and within ten minutes, he was asleep, snoring away. She lay awake most of the night, wrestling with the depression that threatened to wreck her heart.

The next morning, Tom went to work, and she was left alone. Though depressed, Joanna vowed that she would work hard to be a better wife to Tom.

She was compensating for the guilt she felt, but she didn't know what else to do. She lost herself in house cleaning, and that evening had a great meal prepared. She had also done her makeup and looked great. But Tom was an hour late, and when he came in, he was angry about some committee he had struggled with. He didn't even notice that she had done anything special.

Again, within minutes of getting into bed, he was snoring.

As the days passed, Joanna began to feel better. She constantly talked to herself about the need to be a good woman and to work hard at helping others.

Sunday came and she sat with her husband at church. Everyone was friendly and she enjoyed seeing some of her friends. She confessed her sin in her heart, and after church felt much better. However, after church several of the elders came to Tom, asking him to stay for a lengthy meeting.

Tom kissed Joanna on the cheek and told her to go ahead and go home without him. She was left looking at his back as he and the other men left for another part of the building to conduct their important meeting.

Joanna had her head down, thinking about Tom as she walked down the hall to the parking lot. She almost bumped into someone standing by the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I..." she started to say as she looked up. Her face drained of color as she recognized Rick. He was dressed nicely, and she was surprised. She had never seen him at church.

Politely, he said "Why hello there, Mrs. Liston. And how are you doing today?" smiling at her politely.

"I-I have to go," she said, attempting to brush by him.

However, he stepped in front of her blocking her way to the door. There was no one in the hallway, and Joanna took a step back, fear flashing through her.

"Well, let's not be in a rush, sweet thing. I heard there's a big meeting among the staff, and it's going to last a few hours. Looks like your hubby isn't going to be able to take care of you for a while. Lucky for you I came along." He was leering at her, and she thought she might faint.

Stepping close to her, he whispered, "Tell me Mrs. Liston, do you remember how good it felt when I was sucking on your titties? Remember how hard your nipples were?"

Hearing his lewd words, Joanna could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen. She could feel her body again begin to respond to the authority of the man before her.

Whispering, her eyes wide in fright, she said "Please don't...not again...please just leave me alone!"

Smiling, he said, "Or maybe you remember how it felt when I slipped you the prick! Hell, lady, I remember! You were shouting and screaming like a wild woman when I hosed down your sweet hole with my spunk."

Tears began to glisten in Joanna's eyes. His crude words were like gasoline thrown on a fire. The wicked, lewd images in her mind made her body shake. She felt weak, oh so weak.

Taking her by the elbow, he turned her and began steering her down the hallway.

"Don't go with him!" she screamed to herself, but her legs were rubbery as she let him push and steer her down various stairs and hallways.

Rick had slipped his arm around her and was gently pushing against the small of her back. She gasped when his hand moved down over one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. Though tears were running from her eyes, Joanna couldn't make herself stop. She knew what was going to happen to her, but the hot bitch nature within her had taken control. Shame, embarrassment, and humiliation all assaulted her senses, but the stronger part of her could hardly wait to feel his cock penetrating the deepest recesses of her body.

Finally, he pushed open a door, and shut it behind them. There wasn't a lock on the door, but Joanna knew that it wasn't needed anymore. Despite all of her self-talk and vows to never give in to the raging lust between her legs, she had quickly been dominated by this man and stood submissively before him.

The room contained a large oval table and several chairs and filing cabinets. The table was covered with a heavy cloth.

Without a word, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress. She shuddered when his lips pressed against the smooth skin of her shoulder, kissing her and then licking her skin. He loved how she smelled, and he gently kissed the side of her neck.

Joanna wished that he would be violent with her, to rape her. It was much worse for him to be gentle, almost kind and tender, for it fanned the flames of her desire. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck over and over, and she couldn't stifle the moans of pleasure his mouth was drawing out of her. Tom never kissed her like this anymore, and she simply melted under Rick's hands and lips, no longer caring about anything but the excitement of being adored in this way.

He slowly stripped her dress off of her, helping her step out of it.

Continuing to stand behind her, she felt him take the hem of her slip and pull it up over her hips. She didn't make him ask her to raise her arms, she simply lifted them, knowing that she was giving him silent approval to do with her what he wished. He pulled her slip up over her bra and then helped her pull it over her hair and off her arms, leaving the young wife standing before him in bra and panties. Her bra opened in the front, and he simply opened it, allowing her firm young tits to bounce free. The bra fell to the floor as he cupped her succulent tits.

Joanna loved having his hands on her breasts, and feeling him toy and play with her nipples was making her feel wonderful. She was purposefully ignoring the voices in her mind which were telling her how wrong this was. Her body was an instrument, and this man knew how to play her, touching her most intimately.

Rick lifted Joanna onto the cloth-covered table, pushing her to lay back on the hard surface. She lay back, closing her eyes as she felt him lean over her. Though she anticipated it, she gasped when she felt the warm wetness of his mouth close around one of her throbbing breasts. She began writhing as he sucked and licked her tender breasts.

Her hands went to his head, pulling his mouth more tightly against her breasts, arching her back, and trying to shove more of her breast into his sucking mouth. When she felt his hand move down her soft belly and over the front of her panties, she parted her legs, giving him access to her pussy. His hand cupped her pussy mound and began squeezing and playing with her through her sheer Sunday best panties.

All of the vows and decisions to resist that Joanna had made during the week evaporated as she let Rick's mouth and hands explore her body. She pushed her hips up against his hand as he rubbed her panties. She groaned from the slight pain when his teeth nipped her plump nipples.

Joanna lifted her hips when she felt him beginning to tug down her panties. She watched as he drew them down, exposing the short soft curls of her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. He tossed them aside, and Joanna felt a flash of shame as he stood looking down at her naked body, his eyes hot with lust. Part of her shouted for her to close her legs and try with all her power to escape from him. But instead, she slowly lifted her legs, spreading them apart, glorying in exposing herself in the most intimate way possible to this man.

"Damn, woman!" he said as his eyes crawled along her pussy lips which were slightly parted. He could see them glistening from her wetness. And lower, he could also see the tight sweet pucker of her asshole.

Rick reached for her wrist, and pulled it down between her legs, placing her hand over the top of her spread, wet cunt. "Masturbate, Mrs. Liston. Show me how you play with yourself, finger your sweet little pussy while I get out of these clothes!" he savagely whispered to her.

Joanna's body was awash in sensual lust. It was disgusting and exciting. To masturbate in private was bad enough. But to masturbate while a man watched was the epitome of evil! But it also filled her with a raging passion she could not stop. Even as she opened her legs and touched her wet flesh, she realized that she WANTED him to watch her, to see her arousal and know that she wanted him.

She looked at Rick as he began undressing. His eyes never left her hand, and it had never felt so good as she pushed a finger just inside her sticky cunt and began drawing it up and down her swollen pussy. She was breathing deeply as she played with her cunt. She pushed her finger inside of herself, groaning as Rick stripped off his briefs and she saw again the length of his amazing prick.

Rick was most pleased, she was being the perfect subservient living fuck doll. He grinned, he was sure she was imagining the way he had fucked her and made her cum like a wild woman as she stroked herself off.

He stood stroking his cock, watching her finger herself, masturbating for him. It was horrible, it was wonderful, and it was the most highly charged sexual experience of Joanna's life. She couldn't stop herself as her finger pulled out, slid down, and teased at the tight puckered rosette of her asshole. Her body writhed as she did such shameful things to her body, while Rick watched, his pleasure evident as his cock soared up to its amazing length.

She drove the finger back up into her cunt, pistoning in and out as she watched him drop to his knees, his face staring at her plunging finger just a few inches away. She groaned when he put his hands on her legs and licked up and down the back of one of her thighs.

And so, Mrs. Joanna Liston, respected and responsible preacher's wife, played the whore for the church janitor, masturbating herself as he kissed and licked her wildly. Rick reached up her body and began teasing her nipples, making her groan even more.

When his mouth moved from her thighs to the bottom of her cunt, he pulled her finger out of her sopping wet pussy. She watched as his mouth moved closer and closer to her widely spread and thoroughly wet cunt. She screwed her eyes shut, her back arched, her mouth open wide in a silent scream when she felt his wet mouth cover her throbbing pussy. Immediately she began bucking up against his mouth, for his tongue had slipped inside her.

Rick's tongue fucked the preacher's wife, licking the smooth wet flesh over and over. For the second time in Joanna's life, a man was licking her pussy. For an instant, she remembered Dave pinning her to the ladder and licking her.

But this was better! She sobbed and cried, whimpered and mewled, the whole time thrusting her hips against his mouth as her hands grabbed his hair, pulling his ravaging mouth more tightly to her cunt. It was like being fucked by a very wet, active and flexible prick. He was licking her everywhere, and she was writhing under him ferociously.

"Ohhh Yessssss! Ohhhhhhh, LICK ME!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She was crying over and over. All control had left her, and the only thing that she could think about was finding release on the wriggling tongue that was invading her pussy hole. Her head was whipping back and forth, her tits were shaking, and she could feel an orgasm preparing to envelop her body. And then, the most filthy and disgusting thing she could imagine happened to her. And it sent her over the edge, making her body erupt in an awesome and powerful explosion, Rick's tongue had left her wet cunt and moved lower. He LICKED HER ANUS!

The beautiful young wife was lost...completely lost! Her body was bucking as she screamed and shrieked as her orgasm wracked her. Feeling his tongue rimming around and around the pucker of her asshole was driving her insane with lust. Over and over her body's muscles spasmed, but she was lost in the incredible feelings washing through her. Even through her cum, Rick continued licking her asshole, thoroughly enjoying making the respectable young wife cum so strongly.

She had barely begun to recover when she felt the janitor taking her legs and twisting, rolling her over onto her belly. He pushed her forward, further down the table, and she was barely aware that he had climbed onto the table as well.

His hands lifted her hips, and she pulled her knees under her. His hands pushed her thighs apart, exposing her to his wickedly glistening eyes. She was still tingling with jolts from her cum as she knelt on the table with the janitor behind her. She couldn't think, and in her confusion was unable to know what to expect. Her large, plump tits were squashed under her, and her head rested on her arms as she attempted to slow her breathing and pounding heart.

In any other situation, she would have been mortified to be kneeling like she was, her ass up in the air, spread wide apart so that a man could look at her cunt and anus. Later, she experienced severe humiliation as she mentally imagined how obscene she must have looked. But at the time, she was simply too worn out from her electrifying cum.

She had no time to prepare herself when she felt a soft nudging between her dripping pussy lips. Her eyes popped open, her head thrown back as she hoarsely screamed as she felt his huge prick fill her up with one mighty thrust. He was...fucking her LIKE A DOG! She should have been humiliated, but feeling how deep his prick was inside her cunt, she simply began rotating and shaking her ass in an open invitation to the man behind her. She was an eager participant in the violation of her body, and she didn't care. Her married cunt had been neglected so many times, and her lust-driven need demanded satisfaction.

Joanna knelt before him, the submissive bitch mounted by the male and not objecting as he filled her body over and over. When his wet finger began toying with her slimy asshole, it only added to her pleasure at his shameful treatment of her traitorous body.

"Ohhhh yes. YES, do it to me...oh...Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck."

Joanna began chanting the obscene word repeatedly in time to the huge prick that was plowing up inside her. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, his finger pushed into her asshole, making her lust rocket, and he finger buggered her in time to the plunging of his cock. Joanna luxuriated in the joy of being fucked like this. She had no idea that simply kneeling and receiving the business end of a man's prick could be so fulfilling. It soothed the animal instinct of the lust-driven female inside her to be taken, and she rutted with the janitor, urging him on with her lewd cries, her ass continuing to move in circles to take his shaft inside her, hitting all of the pleasure spots along her pussy canal.

After ten minutes, Joanna's cunt contracted as she came around the pistoning shaft of Rick's prick. She sobbed for a minute and then began the inevitable climb towards another orgasm.

As he drove it in and out, Rick felt so powerful fucking the preacher's wife like this, watching her gorgeous ass waving at him, her hair whipping around. She was the most beautiful, and the hottest woman he had ever had the joy of fucking.

As he would feel his cum approaching, he would slow down or stop altogether, reaching underneath her and playing with her clit as she would protest, whining and shoving her ass against him wanting him to continue plumbing the heated depths of her body.

In this way, Rick was able to continue fucking the blonde beauty for almost an hour. Joanna was exhausted, but she had given her will away, and on pure instinct continued to fuck her body weakly back at him.

Rick had been toying with her asshole, rubbing it, pressing it, penetrating, and loving to hear her cries. He realized he simply could not continue unless he were to pull out of her and rest. And he had no plans to do that.

Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, "Mrs. Liston, I'm gonna fill your sweet little married cunt with my cum. Is that OK, Mrs. Liston? Is it OK if I fill up your married little pussy, and shoot my nasty sperm inside your married little cunt?"

He chuckled as Joanna, by now nothing more than a fucking animal, responded by spastically pushing her hips back and moaning, "Yes, yes, yes...ohhhhhh, PLEASE fill me up..fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Pulling his hips back, Rick slammed into her with a half dozen quick strokes. At the same time, he shoved his finger deep inside her rectum, completely burying it in the hot, dry warmth of her ass. With a final push, he filled her up with his prick and held himself deeply inside her.

She again had a tremendous orgasm at the same time his cock began erupting deep inside her body, bubbling over and spilling his seed inside the fertile womb of the young bride. Joanna felt his liquid flowing into her and it gave her a beautiful sense of completion as she came, squeezing his pulsating prick even as it was spurting hot sperm inside her. She was sobbing incoherently from her enjoyment of this lewd rape.

Rick held her hips up for a long minute. They were gasping and softly moaning together, but gradually Joanna began thinking again, and all the shame and horror of her conduct tried to send her into despair, even as she realized how much she had enjoyed being fucked.

Rick pulled out of her with a liquid plopping sound and wearily climbed off the table, watching as her wide open and slick cunt slowly closed again.

Joanna had collapsed onto the table, exhausted but feeling the sweetness remaining throughout her body. When she finally opened her eyes, Rick had dressed and was leaning over her. He rolled her onto her back. His lips crushed hers as he kissed her deeply. She accepted his kiss, kissing him back and groaning as he slid a finger inside her messy wet pussy.

He pulled his mouth from hers, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes as he slowly stirred his finger in the sopping wet swamp of her pussy. "You're a hell of a fuck, Mrs. Liston. I'll be in touch. I just can't seem to get enough of your little pussy." Again he kissed her, and then he was gone, leaving her lying naked on the table, her clothes scattered on the floor.

Weakly, she climbed down and dressed.

Joanna didn't know what to do. It was obvious that Rick had a powerful hold on her. She knew she should simply refuse to leave her husband's side whenever she was in this building. But in her heart, she knew that he had done something to her mind as well as her body. He had filled the void that she had been experiencing, and she knew that she didn't want to give that up. Miserably, she left the building and drove home, her mind going over the details of the past hour, knowing that when she got home, she would masturbate wildly as she mentally relived all the hot lustful things he had done to her.