The Preachers Wife Pt 07 1

Joanna had attended Rick's funeral, struggling whether to feel relieved that her "rapist" was dead or sorry that she would never again feel his mouth, his hands, or his beautiful huge prick sawing away at her pussy.

She had avoided Tom as much as possible, not wanting him to notice if she acted strange. But he had been subdued, involved in church work, and she hadn't needed to worry.

Last Sunday, she had seen Steve at church, and though she had tried to avoid him, he found her in a hallway. He had been friendly and courteous, but she had been terrified that someone would see them together or that he would be overheard, and she quickly left him behind.

She had seen him again at the funeral. He had looked at her and she had glanced away. The next time she looked, he had a mournful expression on his face. She felt sorry for him. It was obvious that he had a crush on her, but she was terrified that others would find out about the wicked and shameful sexual sins she had been engaged in.

As the beautiful blonde woman drove home from the funeral, she contemplated her life. She had left behind the protected and sheltered land of being a minister's wife. She had accepted that her husband was a crummy lover, that he was married to his job, and that he didn't love her in near the manner he thought he did.

She also realized that she loved sex. The experiences of the past month had taught her that she was a normal healthy sexual being and that there was a whole new world out there. She didn't have to settle for a quickie five-minute fuck from Tom. But that thought warred with her desire to be a "good" girl and her resistance to the sexual degradations that she found so exciting.

She hadn't been home more than five minutes when there was a soft tapping on the patio door, making her jump. She looked and Steve was standing outside looking at her with a puppy dog expression. A shudder passed through her, for she knew she was extremely vulnerable at the moment. She HAD to resist him.

She went to the door but would not open it. "What do you want?" she shouted through the glass.

"Mrs. Liston...Joanna...please let me in. I need to talk to you!" Steve said, his beautiful young eyes affecting the young wife.

"There's nothing to talk about!" She said, looking at him and frowning.

"Come on Joanna. I promise I'll just take a minute, and...and I won't touch you, and then I'll leave" He sounded so pitiful Joanna was tempted. She nervously bit her lower lip as she thought about it. Finally, she undid the lock and slid the door open.

"OK, but just a minute," she said, stepping back and letting him inside. She stood there with her arms folded across her breasts, feeling uncomfortable and wishing he would hurry. Being alone with him reminded her of how out of control she had become when he had fucked her.

"Joanna...first, you look beautiful today!" Steve stammered.

She blushed, unable to resist feeling a rush of pleasure from his compliment.

"And...I want you to know that, well, that I'm sorry if I...well, you know...if I kind of f-forced you the other day." He was blushing, surprising her.

"I mean, it was the greatest experience of my life. It was, well, nothing has ever come close, but I just want you to...well, to not hate me. You see, I've really liked you...for a long time!" He was trying to be calm, but his nervousness was showing through.

Joanna felt a rush of affection for him. He was good looking, and so vulnerable right now that she wanted to...NO! She had to mentally shake herself. If this boy knew how easy it would be to get inside her panties right now, she'd be lost. Even as she tried to speak in a calm voice, she felt her body tingling with desire. She couldn't force from her mind how wonderful his prick had felt as it had plundered the depths of her cunt.

Softly, she said, "Steve, that's OK. I understand. And...I don't HATE you. What you did was very very wrong, you know. But, but I could have struggled more. I SHOULD have struggled more. So, I guess that maybe I'm kind of guilty too. I-I forgive you!" She said, her heart racing. She was telling the truth! She was as much to blame as Steve and Karl.

Steve said "Oh Joanna..thank you for saying that! You don't know how much I've wanted your forgiveness. What you think is VERY important to me." He felt such intense relief that in his exuberance, he reached out and hugged the woman.

His touch was like a blowtorch to Joanna's body, immediately heating her loins as she felt his strong young body holding hers. Her hands gripped the muscles of his back as she began to shake. She felt the blood pounding into her nipples, making them swell and almost immediately she felt a wetness between her itching pussy lips. Joanna cursed her body's weakness even as her arousal stimulated the pleasure centers within her body.

"Hey, Joanna, it's OK. Are you all right?" Steve asked as he held her trembling form.

And then, he realized what was happening to her. He could feel the hardened tips of her nipples pressing against his chest and she was openly pressing her hips against his. He felt his cock began to swell as he held the gorgeous beautiful woman.

Joanna couldn't help it. She didn't want to give in to the wicked desires, but she was helpless. And now this boy was going to strip her naked and fuck her and she knew that she would let him, unable to make herself stop him. She felt miserable even as her body was looking forward to being fucked.

She looked into his eyes and knew that he could see her surrender. He knew that she was his to do with as he wanted. The only thing to be decided was where he would fuck her, here on the floor or maybe on the couch in the living room or even her bed.

"Joanna, I know that I could make love to you right now. And more than anything else, I want to make love to you. But if I ever make love to you again it will be because You want it, because YOU choose to make it happen. If you ever decide that, please let me know."

The young man kissed her sweetly on the mouth, and then turned and left her standing there, stunned and speechless. Her body was throbbing with need, but her mind was amazed at the maturity and self-control of the young man. She could feel herself being powerfully drawn to him as she stood watching him walk away.

*****

In just a few weeks, Tom Liston had undergone a radical change. Not physically or outwardly. But inside his mind and heart, his entire perspective on virtually every part of his life was now different. Reading Becky Angel's journal, watching her being fucked by Rick and fucking her himself had triggered a faulty mental switch inside his head. Though basically insensitive previously, he had abandoned all moral considerations.

All he could think of anymore was sex. And it was sex of the violent and rapacious kind inflicted upon the legal 18-year-old girls which had become his obsession. And specifically, the 18-year-old girls in his youth group. While Becky was the cutest girl in his Youth Group, there were several who very also very cute and who seemed to drip sex appeal. He had lost all interest in his wife, judging her as being "frigid" and essentially ignoring her. Yesterday, he had fucked Becky Angel in the ass.

He had read a porn novel to learn how to fuck a woman in the ass and had prepared her by licking her ass crack, slowly stretching her open with his fingers and tongue. Becky had shaken and moaned and cried out as he had licked her so obscenely.

He gently stretched her little anus apart with the head of his prick until he felt it pop inside her tight little asshole. He slowly eased himself inside her dry warm buttery ass. But after getting his prick deep inside her, he had lost control, slamming into her upthrust buttocks harder and harder. He maniacally fucked her body, his hands iron claws holding her hips. He hadn't cared about her feelings, and had cum in her ass, spraying his hot cream along her dry, warm rectal canal.

It was only as he recovered had he noticed that Becky was crying and sobbing, obviously in great pain. He noticed streaks of red on his prick as he pulled his prick from her bruised ass flesh. He should have felt remorse, but instead, his prick began swelling as he listened to her crying from pain.

As she lay under him crying, she looked very much like the 18-year-old that she was and not the beautiful nymphette he had been drawn to. But he enjoyed seeing how young and vulnerable she was. He had rolled her over on her back and thrust into her cunt. She had continued crying for a couple of minutes, feebly resisting him as he fucked the young girl while whispering obscenities in her ear, calling her whore, slut, and fuck bitch.

Becky had been in a panic from the pain in her rectum as Tom had mercilessly pounded her flesh. All of her crying for him to stop had fallen on deaf ears. She felt numb as he began fucking her pussy, but at least she was wet, and the pain had faded to a dull ache.

However, the experience had opened her eyes and she no longer suppressed the dark thoughts she had started thinking about her Youth Minister. She was afraid. In her heart, she knew that the Youth Minister was responsible for Rick's death.

She had quickly dressed and left Tom's office after he had quickly cum inside of her. He had not noticed how uneasy she was, simply telling her to be back at his office in two days. But as Becky tenderly walked from his office, her ass filled with his cum and a dull ache, she knew that she wouldn't be back to his office ever again.

Tom's mental status had deteriorated, and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He felt invincible and believed that he could do whatever he wanted. In his mind, the girls in his Youth Group were nothing more than young cunts, wet and waiting for someone to fuck. And HE was going to be the one to get inside the tight and hot little wet pussies.

Jane Moschetti was a sweet and beautiful girl in his Youth Group. She was slender in build and long brown hair and large beautiful amber eyes. She had a wide, generous mouth, and was almost always laughing or smiling.

Tom had decided that she would be the next girl to feel his prick shoving inside of her. Though he had never been to her house, he knew where she lived. He also knew her mother was divorced and worked the swing shift.

Tom was sitting in his car as the sun went down. He was parked outside of Jane's house and had already scouted it to learn that the back patio door wasn't locked. He knew that she had basketball practice after school, but that it had ended 20 minutes ago. He sat impatiently until he noticed a figure walking down the sidewalk in the twilight. It was Jane. DAMN! There was another person with her, a girl he didn't recognize.

Tom thought about leaving and coming back another time. However, self-control had deserted him, and after seeing the girls go into Jane's house he decided that he would double his pleasure tonight.

He slid the patio door open and stepped inside, listening carefully. There was a TV playing somewhere, it sounded like from a basement. He locked the door and shut off the lights. He went to the front door and locked it as well. He moved around the house, turning off the lights. He didn't want anyone to come to the door and think there were people home. After turning off all the lights, he softly moved down the steps to the basement, after closing and locking the door at the landing.

Jane and her friend were sitting on a couch watching TV, their backs to him. The basement was a combination den/work area, and there were a couple of storage rooms. Tom grinned as he thought about how much fun he was going to have raping the two girls.

They both shrieked when Tom said "Hi there girls!", jumping up from the couch, their eyes wide, their young teen bodies beautiful as he looked at them. They were dressed in shorts and black sports bras.

"Mr. Liston! What are YOU doing here? How did you get in? I didn't hear the doorbell!" Jane said as she looked at her Youth Minister.

"Well, Jane I've come to see you. But I see you have a friend. And who might this be?" he said as he took a step closer to the girls.

Jane nervously said "This is Shannon. She plays basketball too, and she's spending the night. Uh, Mr. Liston...how come you didn't knock on the door or ring the doorbell?" she said, her courage beginning to show.

Ignoring her question, Tom said "Well hello Shannon. It's nice to meet you."

He stepped forward and held out his hand to shake. Shannon was nervous, but she took his hand to shake it and then shrieked when he pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her.

Jane was shocked into immobility as she watched her Youth Minister wrestling with Shannon. Shannon was struggling and screaming in his arms.

Tom had prepared to restrain her having brought a pair of handcuffs. He had snapped them on one of Shannon's wrists and had dragged her bodily over to an overhead 4" pipe. He wrestled her arms up and then tossed the cuffs over the bar, snapping the other cuff on her other wrist, effectively restraining the girl, her arms raised and cuffed to the pipe.

Tom saw that Shannon was very beautiful. She had a full body, deep blue eyes, and blonde hair that was scattered over her shoulders.

Turning, he looked at Jane. She opened her mouth and screamed, terrified at watching her friend being cuffed.

Tom started talking to her in a soothing voice. "Shhhhhhhh, Jane. There's no need to make so much noise. Now just calm down. Take it easy." He had moved towards her, and she froze, terrified of the older man.

Tears were in her eyes as she whimpered, "Noooo, Mr. Liston. Please don't...nooooooo".

Both girls were wearing shorts and sports bras, and Tom could hardly wait to strip their clothes from them. He knew that if he could just kiss Jane, she would become turned on and he could do whatever he wanted with her sweet firm young body. He put his hands on her arms and pulled her to him. Jane was numb with fear. This was not the Youth minister she knew. She began struggling when he tried to kiss her, turning her head.

Tom was angered at her resistance, and he slapped her across the face. "Stop struggling, you silly little bitch!" he said.

Jane was shocked. Tom roughly grabbed her hair, holding her head, and crushed her mouth with his, savagely bruising her lips as he orally raped her mouth. She wouldn't open her mouth, so he pulled on her hair, making her cry out, and when she did, his tongue penetrated her mouth.

Jane was struggling again, trying to breathe while being stunned by the violence of his assault. She felt his cock pressing against her and in a panic, she fought him off.

He was grinning. She was playing hard to get, and he liked that. Her fighting just made his cock even harder. Overpowering her and thrusting his cock into her cunt was going to be a real pleasure. Quickly, he pulled his shirt off as he continued to eye the gasping girl just out of reach. He kicked his sandals off and pushed his shorts down, stepping out of them and standing gloriously naked in front of the young teenage girl.

Jane's eyes were huge as she looked at Mr. Liston's cock. "Nooooooooooooooooo" she moaned as she saw him wrap his hand around it and begin slowly stroking the long shaft.

"Jane, I can't wait to get this inside your sweet little cunt. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I bet you're wet thinking about how good it's going to feel!"

Tom was smiling at her, thinking that she was aroused and that his words would be turning her on. In his delusion, he imagined that every girl who saw his naked body would immediately be so excited they'd be unable to resist him. But that only scared the young girl. She bolted towards the basement stairs, but Tom caught her from behind, pulling her against his naked body and dragging her back to the open area between the couch and the TV. He wished there was a bed, but since there wasn't, the thick carpet would have to do.

Shannon was screaming at him to leave her alone, kicking futilely, trying to pull her hands from the cuffs but having no success.

It took him several minutes to get her sports bra off of her. It was a spandex material and he was unable to rip it, so he had to work it up off her breasts and over her head and arms. He didn't have as much trouble with her shorts. She was either tired or accepting the inevitable. In his mind, Tom thought that she was simply giving into the hormones he knew were flooding her body and that she was falling under his sexual spell.

He was holding her arms above her head as she struggled. She continued moaning and screaming "nooooo" as she writhed under him. Her breasts were shaking and shuddering, and he could hardly wait to kiss those little button nipples. He reached between her legs, and feeling her panties, simply ripped them from her body, tossing the shredded pieces aside and running his hand all over her naked body.

When Jane tried to knee him, it angered him, and again he slapped her across the face. Jane was stunned, and couldn't actively resist as Tom lowered his mouth to her breasts. She groaned when she felt his sucking on one of her breasts and cried out when his teeth bit her sensitive little nipple. She feebly resisted when she felt his hand cupping her virgin pussy, and cried out in pain as he shoved a finger inside her.

He became aware that Shannon was screaming at him to leave her alone. He looked up at the girl and savagely said "Don't worry, you little bitch, you're gonna get a taste of my prick too!"

Tom was out of control. All he could think about was fucking the naked girl. He moved over on top of her, pushing her thighs apart as his hips slipped over the top of hers, feeling her thighs spreading and moving outside his legs. Jane was still dazed from his slap. He reached down to guide his cock inside of her. He was momentarily surprised that she wasn't wet. Becky had been extremely wet when he'd fucked her. But he couldn't detect any moistness at all between Jane's pussy lips.

Quickly, he wet his fingers and then rubbed them on and just inside Jane's little pussy. He steered the head of his prick to her cunt and began shoving with his hips, attempting to force his way into her virgin pussy tunnel.

Jane had been stunned by his slap. But when she felt his cock cruelly stretching her pussy lips and shoving inside her body, she screamed from the pain, trying to evade his thrusting cock. But he released her hands above her head and grabbed her legs pulling them apart and pushing them back, effectively opening up her body.

He slammed his prick against the teen girl with all of his power, and his prick rammed its way several inches inside her. It hurt him, but he was mad with lust, and pulling back slightly, slammed his hips again. Jane almost fainted from the pain, and tears were rolling down her cheeks as she felt the horrible pain between her legs. Again, her Youth Minister pulled slightly out and then slammed his hips forward, sending his prick deep inside of her, causing her to scream.

Mercifully, Jane passed out from the pain and was unconscious as the man raped her body for the next few minutes. Her body had responded by moistening somewhat, and when Jane slowly returned to consciousness, he was fucking her without appreciable difficulty. The horrible pain had faded. Jane was conscious of the sweaty man grunting and groaning on top of her body.

She felt numb from the waist down but also sensed an extremely "full" sensation. She had dreamed of giving herself to her husband on her wedding night but knew that dream was gone. She had liked Tom, respected him, and thought he was pretty cool. But she realized that he was a predator, and she determined that she would make him pay for raping her.

Tom was jackhammering Jane as fast and hard as possible, her body bouncing underneath him. He tried kissing her, but she turned her head to the side as she continued trying to push him off of her, all the time sobbing and crying for him to stop. Her voice and Shannon's continued to call him names, telling him to leave them alone.