Adventures into Womanhood

My name is Anne. I am 5' 1" with nice legs, beautiful skin, and big breasts. I was born in Detroit, but my parents moved to a little farm my dad bought in northern Michigan. 40 acres and Dad's inexperience at farming left us poor. My mother suggested taking in a lodger.

Ed had retired from farming. Although he was at least 30 years older than my parents and had a peg leg, his knowledge, rent, and ability to help out a little, caused my mother to urge Dad to accept him.

When I was six or seven, Mother gave birth to twins--by the old peg leg lodger! She tried to pass them off as my dad's, but with proof that he had married a slut, his patience gave out. He left Mother in possession of the farm, returned to Detroit and got a divorce. He had to leave me behind, until he could get a job good enough to support me. When he got a judgment to have me come to live with him, Mother tricked me into returning by saying that Ed had died and asking me to come for the funeral! I found him very much alive, and the judge said I'd voided the agreement by returning to my mother!

I participated in 4H and raised a brown Swiss dairy cow, which won a blue ribbon. I would go out into pasture with my cow and when it lay down, I'd lie against her. I also had a little black dog for a pal.

When I was 13, one day I began bleeding between my legs. I ran crying to my mother. I thought I would die. She merely got a Kotex and handed it to me with a booklet on menstruation.

When I was 16, Mother tried to trade me in marriage to Ike, a neighbor and bachelor farmer, in exchange for a TV set! That decided me to leave home. A Catholic priest helped me to find a home as a kind of live-in maid for an affluent Catholic family. I became a Catholic and transferred from public school to the Catholic school.

The principal was a nasty nun, whose wrath I studied to avoid. Fr. Coker, the pastor and superintendent, paid special attention to me. He told me not to wear shiny shoes that would reflect my panties for the boys to see. In February of my senior year, I turned 18. The following May, Pastor Coker summoned me into his office for counseling about my future. I said I was going to attend a Catholic women's college in Detroit. He thought that was "splendid" and was sure that I would excel. He ought to know, because my grades entitled me to be class valedictorian, but he disqualified me as a transfer student. He granted the honor to a girl whose parents could afford to give generously to his schools.

"Now that you will be away at college, you will be more vulnerable to lustful boys. College girls, especially those who live away from home, are free from parental supervision. You have matured physically into a shapely young woman, with a figure that is especially enticing to men. The environment of our school will be supplemented by a Catholic women's college; in fact, you will be less exposed to boys with raging hormones! Let me listen to your heart, my dear."

He knelt at my feet and pressed his ear and face against my left breast. My heart beat faster.

He rose and examined my bra with a critical eye.

"Is your bra comfortable? This is especially important for a girl with large breasts."

He ran a finger along the bottom of my bra between it and my rib cage. He pulled the straps and cups of my bra to make sure that they fit my C cup breasts properly.

'Your breasts shouldn't bounce too much when you walk or run."

He cupped and lifted each breast to test their bounce.

"How does the bra feel now?"

I was speechless.

"Most girls aren't as shapely as you, which means that the hem of your skirt rides about an inch higher. Have a seat so I can check the length of your skirt."

Although it was the era of the miniskirt & minidress, our Catholic girl's uniforms were supposed to have skirts with hems at, or about an inch above our knees, when we stood. Sitting drew my skirt about 6" above my knees. Fr. Coker studied my legs.

"Now, cross your legs. Try not to do this in front of boys."

Half of my right thigh was now bared.

"You have beautiful legs and lovely skin, Annie! Unfortunately, that means all the more temptation. It's shame to cover you skin with pantyhose, but that offers some protection."

"Now, uncross your legs. He knelt before me and putting his clammy hands on my knees, spread my legs about a foot apart.

"Both positions have advantages and disadvantages. With your legs crossed, boys can't see up your skirt. As they are now, a boy can see all the way up to your panties."

I clenched my legs together. He asked me to stand up.

"Stand up straight! Your titties should thrust forward. Are you wearing a girdle?"

Without waiting for my answer, he pinched my right buttock. Then he rubbed both of them.

"Of course, not! Schoolgirls don't usually wear girdles!" He chuckled.

"When you are away at college, however, a girdle is another protection for your virginity. Boys will be boys, with 'Roman hands and Russian fingers'! Now, let me check your reflexes."

He lifted me onto his desk. My skirt rode halfway up my naked thighs! He produced a physician's padded hammer. He was playing doctor with me! He moved my legs apart. He tapped about my knee, until he elicited a reflex kick to his arm that made him drop his little hammer. Then, he did the other knee and declared that my reflexes were excellent. He left me to slide off his desk, which caused my skirt to ride up to my hips! Then he reached between my thighs pretending to pull my hem down.

He certainly was a student of girls' bodies and attire! I was an innocent hayseed. As far as I knew, this was standard procedure for pastors in their high schools. The lecher was old enough to be my grandfather!

When I graduated, he said, "Come back to us, Anne!"

I returned to Detroit and lived with my grandparents and then with an affluent Catholic family while I attended college. My father had re-married a divorcee who owned her house. She had children, and there didn't seem space for me. Daddy was barely able to pay my tuition. I could not afford to live in a dorm. Opportunities in a women's Catholic college weren't conducive to meet men. I didn't date much; I concentrated on my studies to qualify for scholarships. Besides, the mother of the family with whom I received room and board had daily housework for me to do, including babysitting her youngest daughter when the two other daughters were busy.

On one date, the guy lunged at me in his car and tore my dress!

Another date drove us to a secluded parking spot. We did some necking. He prevailed upon me to take out his swollen penis and hold it. He urged me to grip and stroke it. Meanwhile, my pantyhose and girdle discouraged exploration on that front, so he just squeezed my breasts through the armor of my sturdy bra. As he moaned and praised my technique, I became fascinated by this male organ. It was smooth and stiff but the head was as soft and spongy as a horse's muzzle.

"Don't stop until I say!" he cried.

I felt his penis seem to convulse and a milky stream spurted a foot out of it! Amazed, I continued to grip and stroke until his organ ran down to oozing. He told me I did a wonderful job. I was aroused by satisfying him but left frustrated.

After getting my M. A. in English, I got a job teaching in a community college and moved to my own apartment. There turned out to be a lot of rivalry and back-stabbing. I'd long had difficulty sleeping, and my stressful job made me anxious about getting enough sleep. Teaching is mostly mental work, which keeps the mind going, even after the preparation at home is finished. My alcoholic landlady took up precious amounts of my free time. My doctor prescribed a sleeping pill for me. I prescribed a few strong alcoholic drinks to relax after supper and before taking the sleeping pill.

One day, I had to take my car to a garage for repair. The mechanic looked me up and down approvingly. Although I was modestly dressed in a suit with the skirt just above my knees and a little jacket over my blouse, my large breasts and plump ass could not be entirely concealed. He seemed nice enough, not overcharging me for being a woman ignorant of automobiles. When a call came that my car was ready, I said I'd have to catch a bus or a cab. I was asked to hold on, while the manager called, "Ken!" Ken would pick me up in my car and bring me to the garage to pay the bill. Ken was the mechanic I had met. He slid from behind the wheel to let me drive while he looked at my legs.

A few days later, I had finished my second strong whiskey and ginger ale and taken my sleeping pill when the phone rang. Ken the mechanic wanted to take me out for a drink. Although it was 9 p. m., I consented. Perhaps, my judgment was impaired by the alcohol. I was lonely and depressed, not realizing then that alcohol in the quantity I took is a depressant.

He picked me up in his car. Ken had already bolstered himself with a few drinks. We had two drinks. Instead of driving me home, he drove to a motel. He led me into a room. I was 24 years old and still a virgin. I must have been dazed by the drugs. I didn't care what he did, which was even better for him than when he had mentally undressed me. As soon as I got home from teaching, I always removed my girdle and pantyhose, so Ken faced few obstacles.

He had a pint of whiskey in his pocket and fortified himself for combat with another long swallow. He offered me a "snort" but I refused. I stood frozen while he stripped me naked, felt me all over and kissed me, telling me what a fantastic body I had. I felt flattered by hearing him praise my naked beauty. A man's hands caressing my body all over for the first time thrilled me with shivers of pleasure. He reached between my legs, grasped my pussy and squeezed, claiming me for his use. He led me to the bed.

I lay indifferent watching him undress and noting his stiff penis, which looked like a big weapon to spear my little vagina. He got into bed with me. I felt detached, watching myself, mildly curious about what would happen. I felt his erection rubbing against me and thought, "Soon I won't be a virgin anymore." He lay on me and began rubbing his body over mine. He mauled my breasts and sucked my nipples almost painfully erect.

Then, he stopped and lay on me. I waited for a few minutes for him to continue, but he was just dead weight. He had passed out! What a fool! While I was intoxicated into compliance, he had drunk himself into a stupor. I was ripe fruit for him to pick, but he fell off his ladder. I got up, dressed, and called a cab. He didn't call again. Either he was too embarrassed by his flop, or he didn't remember through his alcoholic fog that he had failed.

I realized that big city life was too hectic and impersonal for me. I applied for a job teaching English at St. Ambrose, the Catholic school from which I'd graduated. Fr. Coker was happy to hire me. He seemed fatter now, and his short hair was white. When I told him I was almost broke, with payments on a student loan, car payments and moving expenses, and couldn't afford a month's rent in advance, plus an equal amount of deposit to be refunded when I left, if I didn't damage the premises, he lent me the money. I didn't realize then that my body was collateral!

During the first summer, I roomed with Celia, an elderly family friend. After my first paycheck, I shared an apartment with another teacher, Sylvia. However, she seemed to be infatuated with Fr. Coker! She invited him to visit us. He parked discreetly, his fire-engine red Pontiac down the block. He'd bring a bottle of booze. We'd play cards. While Silvia gazed at Fr. Coker with calf eyes, he gazed at me with calf eyes!

The last straw was when Sylvia invited me to go swimming in a local lake where Fr. Coker had a cabin. She assured me that he would be away. After we got into our swimsuits and began to test the water, Fr. Coker drove up. Soon, we saw him in his swimming trunks, the grizzled white hair on his chest matching the white hair on his head, and his belly hanging over the waistband.

He and Sylvia made an amorous pair, strolling to the beach arm in arm and playing in the water. He seemed to be showing off to me that he was a ladies' man. We wore swimsuits, and, although mine was a modest one-piece, Fr. Coker must have enjoyed seeing a lot more of me, by the way he leered.

"Anne, you were built for a bikini! He leered.

He and Sylvia insisted that I change into a bikini, with which Fr. Coker's cabin seemed well-supplied. Sylvia fitted me with a black one, which was a size too small. My big breasts bulged out, and pubic hair stuck out the sides.

It became clear that this pillar of the community was an old hypocrite, who wanted me to join his stable of sex partners! While we played in the water, Sylvia would cozy up to Fr. Coker, and they would play "touchy-feely." Then, Sylvia led me into their game. Soon his hands were brushing my thighs, squeezing my breasts, which nearly popped out of my top, and grabbing my ass!

At work, also, Fr. Coker began paying me a lot of attention. He'd inspect me to make sure that my skirts weren't too short. He adjusted my posture, with his hands on my shoulders, saying, "Stand up straight with your shoulders back so your titties stand out!" He asked me to sit down to see how far my skirt hiked up. Then he had me cross my legs, right over left and then left over right. One day, I said I wasn't feeling very well. He pretended to listen to my heart again so that he could press his head against my jutting breasts.

Sister D. was still the principal. Hearing my students laugh in class seemed to anger her, as if education couldn't be fun. One day, she began an altercation with me in the hallway. She concluded by slapping my face! I slapped her right back. She could have made my daily work miserable but left me alone most of the time. I guessed that Fr. Coker was protecting me from her. One evening, when Sylvia was away, he came to the door, carrying a bottle of my favorite liquor, Smirnoff vodka. I opened the door with the chain on and said I was very tired and going to bed.

To escape the him and Sylvia's connivance, I rented a room in a private home owned by a married couple a few years older than I. They would be my chaperones, keeping the wolf at bay. We became friendly. Janice, the wife, invited me for suppers. She was a free spirit, cheerful with a rich, sometimes ribald, sense of humor. She was a brunette with shoulder-length hair, taller than I, with long, shapely legs and a good figure. Tom was tall, dark and rather handsome. He flattered me, and his admiring looks made me feel attractive.

My landlords noted Fr. Coker's persistent wooing and ran some interference for me. They weren't Catholic, so they were not daunted by his status.

It was my custom, after a long day at school inveigling boisterous teenagers with raging hormones, to appreciate literary classics, to shed my school clothes, free my straining breasts from their tight bra, remove my girdle, and don a short, thin robe in the warm weather. After supper and wine, I'd relax further with two or three strong drinks and a "bodice-ripper" romance novel.

One night, there was a knock on the door. Fearing another visit by my boss, I opened the door just a crack. There was Tom, my landlord.

"Anne, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to check on your plumbing."

"Think nothing of it! I'm just relieved you aren't my pestering pastor!"

We laughed. He noticed how my short robe exposed my legs and the cleavage peeking out. He went into the kitchen and looked into the cabinet under the sink. I followed and stood by the sink, until I realized I was giving him a view up between my thighs.

"It's okay. I see you're drinking alone. Janice is visiting her parents overnight, so I'm alone, too."

It seemed polite to offer him a drink. He sat opposite and had a good view of my legs since my brief robe tied at the waist and spread open as I sat down. I'd pull it together but, relaxed by the alcohol, I'd forget, and cross my legs, which opened it again. After another drink, I forgot how much I was showing him.

"You sure are a good-looking woman, Ann!"

"Thank you!"

"You don't seem to have much of a sex life, though, with that dirty old man hounding you and scaring others off. You have a pretty face, beautiful legs, and luscious breasts. You should be enjoying yourself, making love every night!"

I became embarrassed by his very personal remarks. I did have a sort of boyfriend. A fellow teacher took me out occasionally, but he was very strait-laced. He wasn't sure yet that I could pass inspection by his mother.

"I do date a fellow teacher." I said, defensively. I found a photo he'd taken of me in front of a restaurant, walked over to Tom and showed it him. He burst out laughing!

"Look where you're standing! Did he do that on purpose or is he too innocent to have noticed?"

I saw myself standing in front of the restaurant's sign, which said Food and Cocktails, but I was in front of the tail part so that the sign said Food and Cock! I was certainly too innocent! I blushed.

"You deserve some real cock--every night!"

Tom grabbed the tie on my robe and pulled it open, revealing my legs all the way up to my bikini panties and my naked breasts!

"What a body! I want some of that!" As I turned away, he pulled my robe completely off.

Why did I run to the bedroom? That's exactly where he wanted me. I did not even have a chance to close the door. He turned me to him. I saw a huge erection straining his pants. He grabbed my breasts and kissed me. When I tried to cover my breasts, he pulled my panties down to my knees. He embraced me, grabbed my bare ass and French-kissed me. I'd never felt such wave of excitement rush over my body.

He carried me to my bed and laid me there. I watched while he removed his pants and under shorts. His big cock scared me. He got onto the bed. I struggled, but I was small and he was a big, strong man lying on top of me and pressing me down into the bed. I soon tired.

"I pleaded, "Don't make me pregnant!"

He replied, "Don't worry. I had a vasectomy."

He forced my legs apart and up. Checking my apartment's plumbing was just a pretext for him to plumb the depths of my pussy! I felt his cock moving through my pubic hair searching to enter me. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my labia. I felt his fingers exploring my most intimate place, separating my inner labia and spreading them open. The big head rubbed my inner lips until they felt slick with his precum and pressed against them. He thrust. It hurt. I screamed. He kept thrusting, but only wedged the head of his cock between my labia.

"Damn it!" he groaned as his excitement overwhelmed him and he ejaculated at the entrance of my pussy. He collapsed back on top of me. Minutes later, he rose with a sigh.

"I'm sorry! You're so pretty and sexy that I couldn't resist you! I didn't expect you to be a virgin at your age. Forgive me!"

He left and I went into my bathroom to clean up. His was sperm certainly made a mess in my bush! I wondered how it would feel in my vagina. I took a shower. I really needed a sleeping pill now! I'd have to move to another apartment.

The next day, a Saturday, I called the older woman friend with whom I'd lived for a while in a Detroit suburb, again as a Catholic charity case. I told her I had been raped. Her response shocked me.

"It's about time you had sex! You were a virgin too long. What were you saving it for?"

I was speechless during this.

"You don't think I should be upset and go to the police?"

"What good would that do? He's married, and you're friends with his wife. He did you a favor. So it hurt; next time, it will feel good."

"He didn't get all the way inside. I think I still have my hymen."

"Well, that was clumsy! Maybe his penis was too big for you. If you're nice to him and don't scare him off, perhaps he'll return to complete the job."

I reminded myself that she was a wife whose husband who had been a big disappointment on their wedding night and didn't satisfy her sexually, so she took a lover.

"I hope you're not so good a Catholic that you're not on the Pill!"

There was a knock on my door. Oh, God, was Tom back for a second try? No, it was a man delivering flowers. "From your admirer," it said. My god, who: Fr. Lecher or raper Tom?

I gave up seeking sympathy. I liked Tom's wife and didn't want to hurt her or their marriage. From the raunchy way she and he always talked at supper with me, she might not be surprised if he made some extramarital conquests. The next time she invited me for supper, I tried to refuse, but she insisted. Tom treated me in a grateful, gentlemanly manner. Maybe, he'd leave me alone now. It would be difficult for me to find another apartment soon, especially as cheap as this one.

Janice continually urged me to dress in a sexier way.

"You have such a good figure! Show it!" Tom nodded eagerly.

I became a project for Janice. She took me shopping for sexy clothes and to get herself another outfit, by the way. She encouraged me to buy a dark blue cottonpolyester miniskirt with a little spandex in it, which fit me like a glove, and a light blue blouse with a low neckline, a half-cup bra, and bikini panties. At her suggestion, I bought a skirt for teaching to replace my knee-length style with one a few inches above my knees. Because I am short, with big breasts and a jutting ass, the shorter skirts, by revealing more of my legs, make them look longer.

Then, we saw a very cute, extremely sexy cocktail dress with a happy bright yellow background for a small purple and blue floral print in rich tones. Thinking I'd had enough cock-tail, I demurred, but Janice insisted that it would show off my voluptuous figure perfectly. We were in the same dressing room so that we could get each other's opinions. The cocktail dress, however, was made to be worn without a bra. Blushingly, I fumbled with my bra clasp and Janice undid it for me.

"I can't believe you're wearing a girdle! You don't need one! Wow, you have beautiful breasts, Ann! They're so full and firm! This dress will really show them off!"

"That's what worries me!"

The dress came with matching bikini panties, which were also very cute. I tried them over my existing modest, white panties that gave full coverage. Janice helped zip up the back while I tied the front, which wrapped around my breasts. The skirt came about 6" above my knees and my legs did look good. About a third of my breasts were revealed. I looked beautiful and very sexy.

"It's very pretty and I like it a lot. But doesn't it show too much? When will I get to a cocktail party?"

"What you've got is well worth showing! Have you seen these broads with plunging necklines and flat chests? What are they trying to prove? Once you start showing your assets, you'll get plenty of invitations to parties, if the other women don't get jealous!"

In her car on the way back, Janice inquired,

"Do any of your horny male students eye you up in class?"

"No, I don't think so. I haven't noticed. I have one or two 'teacher's pets'."

"You'll notice now. Wearing sexy clothes will make you more aware of your body and you'll enjoy being a woman more. It will radiate to men, even when you wear your school clothes."

"Do your boys 'eye you up?'"

Janice taught English in the public high school.

"I can't bend over without some boys' eyes on my butt. I can't cross my legs in front of a boy without him noticing how much thigh I'm showing. And some of them like to stand while I'm sitting so that they can see down my cleavage! After all, I do have nice, long legs, a nice ass, and C-cup boobs! I don't stick out in the right places quite as much as you do, but I look good."

"You certainly do look good. You're very sexy. I try to dress modestly in class, though."

"It doesn't take much of an opening for a sex-crazed teenager to get a thrill! I doubt the teen girls are satisfying them. They probably think that being a married woman, I have a lot of experience in exciting and satisfying men--in contrast to the schoolgirls."

"You ought to teach sex education!" I said with a laugh.

"I would--if they had lab!"

"Lab?" I choked laughing.

"Sure! Girls especially need to experiment and explore their bodies, their erogenous zones. Then they can tell boys how to excite them most!"

"Oh, brother! That would get you excommunicated at St. Ambrose High!"

"That's no place for progressive education, for sure, and I'm very progressive!" We laughed.

"Now, you don't date much, and that prim and proper guy you do date, when he can fit you into his schedule, doesn't look like much fun. I guess you're still a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Jeez haven't men been after you? You can't hide a body like yours completely--even with a girdle!"

"I guess a few have tried."

"But you're a good Catholic, huh? Sorry, but I think that's a bore. I wasn't a virgin when I married. When we were first married, we had sex every day. Then, teaching and housework took up most of my time. I was often too tired for sex until the weekend. That's why I've put off getting pregnant. Summer vacation gives me the leisure for lots of sex, and Tom is still ready to do it almost daily. Maybe I should lend you Tom. He's quite a cocksman. He could break you in with the least pain, just between friends. He could keep us both happy, until he got too much of a good thing." She grinned.

She saw my jaw drop and my mouth gaping. How could they have children if Tom had had a vasectomy?

"Just a naughty thought. He has made comments about what a good body you're hiding. I suspect he fantasizes about you when he's fucking me. I'm not jealous, if thinking about you gets him up for me."

"Do you think Tom has ever been unfaithful to you?"

"Oh, I know he has had a few women when I was too busy or tired for sex! I take pride in his conquests and just insist that he tells me every detail. That gets me hot, and he satisfies me. He agrees that it's fair if I want to play around some, too--if I tell him my adventures. Many people mix up sex with love. You can make love, but you can also just enjoy having sex. We have an open marriage, but I just haven't had time to open my legs for another man yet."

She lowered her head and blushed. It was about time she blushed!

I was dumbstruck!

When we returned home, Janice said, "Let's get a man's opinion! Tom's a good judge; he's studied the subject enough!"

"Oh, I'd be too embarrassed!"

"Get used to looking beautiful and sexy. It would be more embarrassing to start with a stranger. Correction: it might be more embarrassing to try your new look on that prissy teacher you sometimes date."

Tom was lounging on the couch with a can of beer in front of the TV.

"Tom, we've been shopping, and we spent a lot of money for poor people! How would you like us to give you a fashion show?"

"I'd love it! In your case, it's only fair to see what you did to our little budget."

Tom had already seen everything I had to show. At least, I wouldn't be showing him everything. Janice went first with a red halter top and red hotpants. Tom whistled.

"You've got it all going there, babe!"

Then I appeared in the miniskirt and blouse. Tom grinned, looked me up and down and around.

"The new you looks great!"

Then, Janet helped me change into the devastatingly sexy cocktail dress. She stuffed my bra into my purse. She had to pull me out to the living room. Tom's eyes popped.

"What a body! That dress is perfect for you! You look beautiful! Turn around, slowly."

He stood up to look me all over. His height gave him a good look down my cleavage.

Janet said, "Look, Tom, it's made to be worn without a bra!" Janice pulled one side of the dress off my shoulder, exposing my breast almost to my aureole!

"Sexy!"

"That's not all. See the matching bikini panties!" Janice pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist!

"Cute! They must be made to be seen."

"Probably, like when she goes dancing."

Shocked, I felt as if a flush spread over my entire body! Janice was exhibiting me for her husband's enjoyment, and I was giving him an erection! Was she offering me to him for his pleasure?

"I'd better go make our supper."

"Stay for a cocktail! Try out your cocktail dress!" Tom urged. Janice seconded the motion.

I agreed. Janice gave me a double whiskey and ginger ale. Sitting down hiked my cocktail dress halfway up my thighs. Tom smiled and spent a lot of time looking. Every time I crossed or uncrossed my legs, I was showing him my cute matching panties. Janice was in the kitchen making supper. Tom put on some music and asked me to dance. Feeling one hand on my bare back gave me shivers. He held me close, pressing his erection against my belly to show that he wanted a second chance, to get it all of the way inside me and complete his conquest.

"You have such beautiful, big tits!" He said.

The top third of each breast was exposed, and Tom kissed them. I closed my eyes, thrilled almost to offer him my breasts.

After finishing my drink, I went into the kitchen to tell Janice I was leaving.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me, if I embarrassed you by showing you off to Tom. Just figure you'd show that much in a bikini. Tonight, he'll take it out on me in bed! I'll benefit from our sexy fashion show. Didn't you get a little bit excited showing off and knowing how good you look?"

"I forgive you. I was flattered, and it was exciting."

She prevailed upon me to stay for supper. Janice warned me to look out, if Tom dropped his napkin on the floor and looked under the table for it. They laughed.

After supper, we sat on the couch in front of the TV.

"These new VCRs are a great invention!" Tom said.

Janet inserted one. It turned out to be what was called "soft porn," meaning nudity without actually showing erect penises in mouths and pussies. When she returned to the couch, she wedged herself between me and the end of the couch so that I was between her and Tom. My skirt was baring a foot of my naked thighs!

"That busty little blonde reminds me of Anne!" Janet said.

"Yes, there is a resemblance: hair, tits, and legs. Good choice, babe!" Tom replied.

Even I could see a resemblance. Like me, she was also sitting on a couch between two lustful people, but both men.

"Anne could be her understudy! Her legs are just as good, and she has such soft, smooth caressable thighs." Janice said and brushed her fingers up my right thigh. I nearly jumped up!

Tom took her cue and began feeling me up my left thigh. I crossed my legs, which only bared more of my left thigh for Tom to explore. The blonde in the film was being felt up her thighs as well. Then the men began to divest her of her blouse and bra.

"While we're watching a fantasy movie, let me tell you that we fantasize about you when we make love. I ask Tom if he'd like to be doing to you what he's doing to me, and he fucks me harder."

"It's not a fantasy for your husband! He already raped me or tried to!"

"I'm sorry about that, he told me that he failed, because he hadn't expected you to be a virgin."

"You knew about it?"

"He told me afterward. I scolded him and advised seduction instead, like what we're doing with you now. I said this would be a much better approach. You really should let Tom break you in and make a woman of you. You've wasted many years of exciting sex! Our most exciting fantasy was about mating you with him. He's quite a cocksman, if I do say so myself! After he mounts you and rides you until you cum on his cock, you'll want to be fucked every day!"

"Are you on the Pill?"

"Not yet. Tom said he had a vasectomy."

"What? He lied so you'd let him cum inside you! That's the man's goal, the climax, the most exciting part of sex, to cum inside a woman. We tried condoms, but they dulled our pleasure. A man wants to feel the woman's wet cunt on his bare cock, and a real woman wants to feel that and receive her man's sperm! If he impregnated you, I'll murder him! Go to the clinic's Urgent Care tomorrow, see anybody and get a prescription for the Pill!"

Now they had my skirt up to my hips. Tom was unzipping my dress down the back. Then they held my arms down while they peeled my dress down to my waist! I struggled to pull it back up, but they pulled my arms out of it.

"Anne, you should be proud to show your big, beautiful tits to a man who appreciates them!" Janet scolded.

Both of them began feeling my breasts and pinching my nipples even more erect than when they were first exposed. They held my arms back while Tom squeezed and kissed my breasts. He licked and sucked my nipples. Shivers of pleasure ran through my torso.

"You're going to need to lick her to make her receptive!"

"I've been wanting to smell and taste her!"

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"I don't know. Besides, it's none of your business!"

"Think of Tom as your physical therapist, who specializes in sexual therapy. Just let him lick and finger your pussy. If he doesn't make you cum, we'll stop your therapy. If he gives you an orgasm, we reassess your treatment: you'll be ready to get fucked, but he won't fuck you unless you consent."

All the while, my naked body was the playground of four hands caressing my thighs and breasts, spreading sensual pleasure. Pleasure conflicted with my embarrassment. Tom got off the couch. I thought he was giving up, but they pulled me to my feet and pulled my panties down to my ankles! He knelt at my feet, pulled my panties completely off and held them to his nose!

"How does her cunt smell?"

"Different from yours, but just as good!"

He spread and pulled my legs over his shoulders. He put his face to my pussy and sniffed my sexual arousal. Then he began licking between my labia majora, over my clitoris and deeper to part my labia minora. On our farm, I'd seen a dog preparing his bitch like this before mounting her. Tom wanted to make me his bitch, and his wife was eager to see him add me to his sexual conquests!

I hadn't been in heat before he began licking me, but he was getting me there now! The sensation was electrifying! I was speechless but moaning and whimpering. His finger probed me up to my hymen. He relentlessly licked and fingered me to increase the pitch of my excitement. My pussy became wet. A shudder permeated the area. My hips seemed involuntarily to jerk up to his mouth as I felt spasms of ecstasy!

"You'd better ease off, dear, you're driving her crazy. She's definitely ready to be fucked!"

I may have fainted, because suddenly I was naked on their bed, with Janet's hands spreading my legs spread wide and forcing them back almost to my chest.

Something else was probing my pussy. Tom was kneeling naked between my legs. Janis was naked, too. I glanced at her.

"It didn't seem right for me to be clothed while seeing you naked. Try not to flinch or tense your cunt. Make it easier for Tom to enter you. Here, let me suck your cock, so I can help you to penetrate and fuck her."

I was receiving a crash course in sex education! I hadn't dreamed that a man would want to lick a woman's pussy or that a woman would want to suck his cock! Yet, Tom seemed to relish licking me and Janet seemed to savor her husband's cock. Then Tom was back in position. He leaned toward me with both of my labia open for his cock. He steadily increased the pressure until I cried "Ow!"

Tom looked at his wife questioningly.

"I think going slowly prolongs her pain. Just give her the coup de grace!"

He lunged and I screamed as his big cock split my pussy open!

"Jeez, you two have me so excited that I almost shot my wad just breaking through!"

"Rest, now."

Tom rested the head of his cock in me while throbs of pain gradually subsided.

"Okay, fuck the rest of it into her!"

"Her tight cunt will make me cum!"

"That will lubricate both of you. Stud, I'm sure this hot little bitch can excite you to fuck her again."

"It's so long! I don't know if I can take all of it. How long is it?"

"Measured along the top, it's 7 inches. Don't believe a guy who measures his from the underside, because cocks measure longer that way. The vagina can stretch for a baby to pass through it, so it can accommodate most cocks. You're petite, but I'm sure you can take all of his cock. It may go right up to your cervix, though. That way, he can pump your womb full of his sperm."

He kept thrusting an inch or so deeper until he made me take all of his cock--right up to my cervix! He shouted his triumph as I felt his cock jerking and pumping his sperm deep into me. We lay coupled for what seemed to be a long time for my pussy to adjust and accommodate his big cock.

"So far, so good, but I won't congratulate you on your sexual conquest, until you make her enjoy it."

I felt Tom's cock harden and fill me again. He reared up and began to fuck me slowly with long strokes. His sperm seemed to be a balm for my pain, because I felt less and less, even as he continued to use me as a sheath for his weapon. The longer he fucked me, the more pleasure began to replace pain. Janet looked at her watch.

"Excellent! You've been fucking her for about 15 minutes at a slow pace so that the two of you can leisurely enjoy your union. I think she's ready to be fucked a bit harder. If you complete your conquest by making Anne cum, then I will congratulate you. Now, finish her off and make me proud!"

Tom fucked me harder and faster but not enough to increase my pain. Instead, my pleasure increased.

"I suppose this is cheating," Janet said.

She massaged my mound. With a finger, she found my clit and began rubbing it. They were going to drive me crazy! I writhed and screamed.

"Oh, yeh, she's cumming on your cock! Do like what my husband is doing to you?"

"He's raping me, and you're helping him!!"

"Some women have rape fantasies that a man strips them naked, feels them up all over, rapes them and gives them orgasms. Tom is just giving you the real thing, and you came on his cock! He made you a woman!"

I didn't know that I could enjoy being raped, but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of admitting it. I discovered that I enjoy submitting sexually to a virile man.

"Do you want to make an appointment for him to do it to you again, soon?"

Tom had withdrawn his penis until only the head remained in me and paused.

"Do you want my husband to fuck another load of his sperm deep into your sweet cunt now?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Then, thank him for raping you, making you cum, and spunking your little cunt. Beg him to keep raping you."

I tried to hide my face and not look into his eyes, but Janice insisted.

"I forgive you, Tom, for raping me, because you made me a woman and gave me my first orgasm. If you want me again, you won't have to force me!"

My words had inflamed Tom with lust, and he shoved his penis all the way up me in one thrust!

We fucked frantically in a mating frenzy. All that mattered was how well his cock used my pussy and how much we both wanted me to receive another load of his sperm.

"God, Tom, I think you're making the little slut squirt!"

Tom cried out in triumph and leaned forward to French-kissed me as I felt his big cock convulse again and again, each spasm spurting more of his sperm into my womb. He lay on me to prolong our union. As my passion ebbed, I felt embarrassed and humiliated to have been used so shamelessly to pleasure Tom and to thrill Janet with a live sex show. When Tom's cock shrunk out of me, however, my pussy felt vacant. Janet brought a towel to put between my legs and she helped me to the bathroom. I looked at the naked woman in the mirror, a complete woman. Did I look different? My face showed anguish. My body felt invigorated.

"Now that my husband has broken you in, you'll let him use you, because your cunt will feel empty without a cock in it. Now, ask him if he enjoyed using you and give him an open invitation between your legs."

As we returned to the scene of the crime, I felt as if I were blushing all over.

"Tom, did you enjoy using me for sex?"

"Hell, yes!"

"I didn't imagine how exciting sex could be until your husband ravished me. Tom, I was going to move out to escape your clutches, but now I want to stay and be available for you whenever Janet consents. Janet, thank you for lending him to me. If it entertains you to watch your husband use me, it will be my way of thanking you."

"I bet it excites you even more to have someone watch you get fucked!"

"I guess it does. Then it's just about sex, not making love."

"Now, I will you show you how to clean your conqueror's weapon."

I stood aghast as Janet took the cock that had just fucked me twice and was coated with our cum into her mouth! She licked and sucked it clean.

"When I suck him off, I don't mind the taste of his sperm, but I'd much prefer the taste of the cream pie you two made. I didn't want to shock you on your first date, or I would have begged to eat your cream pie right out of your pussy!"

I had the body to excite most men, but I'd kept it hidden, because I didn't have a sexy attitude, the personality of a sensual woman. Now, I had begun to feel much more sensual. I wanted to explore my sexuality and my sexual power by displaying my body to admiring males. I could have all of the sex I wanted, but I could also be raped again! Yet, I was eager to experience the full pleasure of being fucked. For now, I was almost too sore to sit down. I wondered if Janice would lend me Tom again.

The next day, a Saturday, I met Janice downstairs, and she invited me into the living room. Tom was out, she said.

"Ann, you look different today. You don't look like a virgin. You don't walk like one!" she laughed.

My face felt red.

"I'm not jealous! He woke this morning with a hardon. Knowing that his cock had just been in you excited me so much that I came as soon as he entered me! I'm sure I enjoyed my fucking more than you did yours. You owe it to yourself, when you're no longer sore, to make another date with him to experience all the pleasure. Tom will make you cum!"

I'd never known such an uninhibited woman. Janice became a strong influence upon me, countering the negative aspects of sex that I'd been taught or experienced. Women could be as free sexually as men.

I'd just finished having my period before Tom had me, so I was pretty sure I'd escaped his second insemination of me. I got on the Pill the next day.

Monday morning in my classes, I wondered if I looked different. I felt as if I radiated sexuality! I had bought another skirt to replace a knee-length one with one a few inches shorter. I also wore a blouse that had a lower neckline than usual. I wore a bra that covered less than my usual bras but more than the half-cup I was saving for recreation. I hoped that the crabby principal, a frustrated old nun, wouldn't notice the change in my appearance. As we passed in the hall between classes, she gave me a sour look and stopped with a questioning expression on her face. She couldn't seem to phrase her question, so she walked away.

My girls seemed to smile a bit more and be a little more animated, and my boys seemed to be more courteous and attentive. Classes went well with people in good spirits. I was packing up to go home, when Fr. Coker stopped by my last classroom and asked to see me for a few minutes. I felt apprehensive.

He wore a black short-sleeve shirt with his clerical collar and black trousers.

"Ann, you are looking especially nice today! You seem to have a glow about you! I asked you here because I noticed changes in your school clothes. You know, I inspect faculty to see that they conform to a proper, professional dress code. I notice that you are wearing a somewhat shorter skirt than usual. Actually, the shorter style becomes you: your legs are very attractive and this hemline makes them look longer."

I smiled a little and breathed a small sigh of relief. He was making a careful study of my figure.

"Turn around, please."

He pinched my ass on both buttocks!

"You're not wearing a girdle. That's an improvement, because you don't need one."

"Please sit down, Ann, and relax."

My skirt was tight enough so that it rode several more inches up my thighs.

"Try crossing and uncrossing your legs, slowly. Hmm, as long as you keep your legs under your desk when you're sitting, that should be alright. We don't want you arousing the hormones in your male students." He smiled.

He got up from behind his desk and walked up to me.

"Have you stopped wearing slips?" he said, pulling my skirt up a few inches more. "Or perhaps you've changed to those very short slips." Before I could answer, he pulled my skirt up to reveal where the tops of my stockings ended and my bare thighs began!

"Oh, you're not wearing tights today! I suppose they do get too warm and confining during a long day at school, especially when the weather is warm. Again, nobody will notice while you sit behind your desk. I also notice that you're wearing a lower neckline, with just a hint of cleavage. That, too, is becoming for your beautiful white skin. Just watch out for boys' tricks. For example, when you sit at your desk helping a male student with his essay, don't let him stand behind you and look down the front of your blouse. More of your breasts show with this neckline. Your bra doesn't show, so it must cover less. You are wearing a bra, aren't you?"

He rubbed his fingers along the underside of my breasts, not giving me a chance to answer.

"Ah, yes, you are, but it's a bit more revealing and sexier. How does it fit? New bras can be tight, you know."

I was in for another of his bra checks, nothing new, I thought. He slid his fingers inside my blouse to pull on the straps, and I thought he was done. Then, he said,

"Are the cups too tight? Women with large breasts do have more problems getting comfortable bras."

He slid his fingers inside the edge of my right bra cup and traced it all the way to my cleavage! Then, he did the same with my other cup. His hands had caressed the tops of my breasts in the process.

"We're almost done. Now, stand up and turn away from me. Bend down as if you are picking something up from the floor."

I could almost feel his beady eyes on my ass as my skirt tightened and molded it!

"Better not do that in front of a boy! Besides, it's bad for your back. Try squatting, instead of straining your back."

He dropped a pencil onto the floor and pointed for me to pick it up. I wasn't accustomed to squatting. I noticed my skirt was hiked up even more than when I sat. I lost my balance and went down on one knee, which spread my legs even more and revealed more of my thighs. Then, I fell completely onto my ass with my legs even further apart and my bikini panties showing!

"Well, you'd better not squat in front of a boy, either. Ask him to pick your pencil or whatever up. Here, let me help you."

I saw a big bulge in the crotch of his pants. Apparently, he didn't need much to rise to my occasion! Fr. Coker reached his arms under my armpits to lift me up while his hands grasped my breasts! I was certainly providing the old goat with thrills! It wouldn't be Christian to hope he had a stroke from his sexual excitement. I was hastening to leave, when he thought of something else.

"My dear, you haven't been to confession in quite some time. I'll expect you soon. You must have accumulated a least a few sins." He leered.

Confession, my god, how could I confess to him? I couldn't confess my sexual activities. Would he let me just confess a few inconsequential foibles, or would he interrogate me? I finally escaped, feeling a mixture of revulsion and dirty thrills. He had made me extremely aware of my body and left me tingling all over.

I couldn't complain to anyone about Fr. Coker. He was revered by his parishioners and a pillar of the community. It would be my word against his. Probably, he had singled me out as vulnerable and was not molesting other women on his staff--except Sylvia, who seemed to be in love with him. I could resign or submit, short of allowing him to have sexual intercourse with me. I could not afford to be unemployed. Again, I was aware of my excitement at being wanted and a weakness to submit sexually to a dominant male. What wouldn't I let an attractive man do?

Tom seemed almost to be avoiding me. I missed his flattering attention. Tuesday, after school, he asked me how I was feeling, if I'd recovered.

"I feel good. I'm fully recovered."

"Then, how about a date? You've felt the pain. Now, you should feel all of the pleasure; you'll feel nothing but pleasure from now on. Let me prove it."

"Janice told me that you tried to impregnate me!"

"I guessed you had gotten on the Pill after our first encounter. It's only fair to share the details with Janice when she shares me with another woman."

"Did she tell your other conquests that she knew every detail?"

"No. They were basically one-night stands, not friends and not living with us!"

We made a date for Friday night, so I wouldn't have to get up for school the next day. The anticipation of what Tom would do to me kept me excited every day and night. Jant gave me a lesson in masturbation. She said it would make intercourse more enjoyable and relieve my sexual tensions until Tom could satisfy me. I was extremely embarrassed when she led me into her bedroom and stripped. She insisted that I strip, too. Then, she showed me her erogenous zones by touching her breasts, her nipples, behind her ears, the backs of her knees, her buttocks, and even the bottoms of her feet. Then, she lay back, raised her knees, spread her legs, and showed me how she masturbated. She gave herself an orgasm. Having me watch probably added to her excitement.

Then, it was my turn to explore my body for erogenous zones. Janice had some fun touching and tickling the same parts of my body that were erogenous zones on her body. She insisted that I try fingering my cunt, as she bluntly called it, and find my clitoris. She had me finger-fuck myself and rub my clit. I felt myself getting wet, and felt considerable pleasure. Janet said I did well for a first lesson. She hoped to see me make myself cum next time!

I masturbated nightly, remembering what Tom had done to me, and imagining how much more I'd enjoy sex with him next time.

On Wednesday, I could avoid confession no longer. I had hoped to find another priest, but Coker asserted his rank to keep me for himself. After school, we went into the church, he donned his robes, and we went into the confessional.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned!"

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"I don't remember. Two months, maybe?"

Then, I recited a list of my little sins, not mentioning sex. Next, I remembered slapping Sr. D.

"Oh, Sr. D slapped me in the hall one day, and I slapped her back. I guess I should have turned the other cheek." An image popped into my head of Fr. Coker feeling one cheek of my bare ass, slapping it, and expecting me to turn the other cheek for him! I felt an almost hysterical impulse to laugh.

"Try to remember that Sr. D is old and you are young and pretty. She has sacrificed the pleasures of womanhood, while you can enjoy them. She must be a disciplinarian, unpopular for enforcing rules and giving punishments. You are very popular with your students. She may resent that and think that they aren't learning, just having fun in your classes."

"My students do learn in my classes, because stimulate them to enjoy learning."

"No, doubt, my dear. I value you highly as a teacher. Have you had any impure thoughts?"

"Uh, when men admire my looks, I feel flattered and wonder it would feel to have them hold me and kiss me."

"It's natural for women to display themselves and men to be attracted. Do you ever feel an itch... an itch between your legs?"

"I, I don't understand."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Uh, yes."

"Do you reach an orgasm?"

"Uh, no."

"This is a release for normal, healthy urges that build up in a sensual young woman like you. Refrain from doing it too often, or it might make you obsessed with sex. I think you could profit by coming to me for some counseling."

"Counseling about what? I asked apprehensively.

"How to deal with men, their desires and your desires, that itch between your legs. You should learn how to avoid situations in which might be compelled or feel compelled to go too far. I am your pastor, your priest and spiritual guide. Anything I can do for you will be for your good and have God's blessing. I can absolve you from any sexual sins"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about that." It felt like one of his ways to get me into his clutches.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Mmm, no." If I had lied in confession, he might have thought it would be easier for him to seduce me.

"When did this happen?"

"A few weeks ago." Actually, I would never forget the exact date I became a complete woman.

"Was it with a single man or a married man?"

"With a married man, while his wife watched us."

I took some pleasure in shocking the old hypocrite.

"Oh, dear! As penance, I want you to make an appointment with me for sex counselling."

Friday night arrived. I prepared a romantic steak dinner by candlelight. I wore my cocktail dress with its matching bikini panties. Tom wore a dress shirt and dress slacks. He brought wine. He complimented me on my cooking. I drank two glasses of wine to loosen up. Then, we sat on my couch. I sat first while Tom stood looking down my front and watching my dress hike way up my thighs.

"You certainly have nice legs and beautiful skin. Never cover them with pantyhose!"

Tom then sat beside me and slid his hands over my naked thighs, back and forth, lulling me into sensual languor

"I can't go without stockings when I'm teaching!"

His hands now moved almost all of the way up my thighs, sending messages to my pussy. Then, he moved one hand to caress the exposed flesh of my breasts. He reached behind to unzip my dress. I leaned forward to make it easier. Then, he untied the bow at my waist, stripping me naked to my waist. He helped himself to both breasts, grasping, squeezing, massaging, and caressing, which sent shivers through me. Then, he went to work on my nipples and aureoles, lightly brushing, then licking my aureoles, gently pinching my nipples, licking and sucking them. My pussy was feeling moist. I roused from my dreamy desire enough to see the big bulge in the crotch of his pants.

"Mmm, are you growing this for me?"

"Help me out."

I unzipped his trousers, found the opening in his under shorts, and freed his swollen cock. Tom pulled me to my feet so that he could strip me completely naked. He took a big whiff of the crotch of my panties, tossed them onto the couch, and carried me to bed. He grabbed my ass and massaged my buttocks while he kissed my pussy and licked my labia and clitoris, until my knees weakened, dropping me to the edge of my bed. I watched him strip quickly. He almost tripped on his shorts in his haste to have me. I grasped his cock, licked it and sucked it. Impatient to have me, he laid me on my back, spread me wide, and mounted me. It was still a stretch for him to penetrate me but not painful.

While he worked his big cock back and forth, deeper and deeper, I became more and more excited as he filled me. I moaned, I whimpered, I screamed as he gave me an orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him to pull all of his cock into me, until it pressed my cervix and aimed into my womb. I shuddered with pleasure. Tom fucked me slowly, letting me feel every inch of his cock moving the length of my vagina. My pleasure from his strokes increased as we lubricated each other more and more with our love juices. All the while his hands were stroking up the insides of my thighs and then grasping my breasts. He tried not to fuck me too hard and fast, because he was big and I was small and he'd just broken me in.

'Oh, yes, Stud, fuck her good! Make her cum!"

Janet had arrived late for our performance of a live sex show! Tom paused for Janice to step up for a closer look. She slapped his ass, and Tom resumed fucking me. I moaned at each powerful thrust.

"Aren't you glad my husband got his big cock up you? Admit you love letting my husband fuck you!"

First he had tried to rape but failed to penetrate me. Now I desperately wanted his big cock all of the way inside me. When he grabbed my buttocks and fucked me, I came again. He bent to suck each nipple, and then we passionately French-kissed as he thrust harder again and again pumping his sperm into my womb. We collapsed, joined in ecstasy.

"Congratulations! That was so exciting I nearly came myself!

There stood Janice, in only her bra and panties! She had watched us feverishly coupling as if our lives depended upon Tom pumping his sperm into me while I eagerly received it! I was extremely embarrassed! Tom savored me for several minutes before reluctantly pulling out. He sat on the edge of my bed. Janice knelt at his feet, saying,

"Let me clean you up, my wifely duty."

Janice knelt at his feet, took his half erect cock into her mouth! She licked and sucked it with relish.

"Delicious cream pie! You two have achieved just the right blend of cum! It would be a shame to waste it. Now, I want to lick the bowl!"

I watched in horror while Janice got onto the bed. When I tried to leave, Tom laughed and held me down. Janice forced my thighs apart, grasped my breasts, and began licking, sucking and slurping the cum from my cunt! I was still orgasmic from Tom's expert fucking, so my horror turned to ecstasy when her massaging my breasts, and licking my swollen labia and erect clit gave me another orgasm, the spasms of which pushed more cream pie into Janet's mouth.

Janice sat up triumphantly and proclaimed my orgasm as "The proof is in the pudding!"

Then she lay on her back and asked me to squat over her face and lower my cunt to her mouth. She slurped up the gobs of sperm that gushed out of me!

They thanked me for hosting such an exciting party.

Janice kissed me sweetly on my cheek and said,

"I hope this wasn't too much for you. I just got carried away. I wanted to see the action between my husband and our friend when you were driven to ecstasy for the first time, not just hear the details later, and when I saw you two so excited, I got so excited that I wanted to join the action. You had a good time, didn't you?'

"Yes, thank you both."

Another orgy like this one, and I'd be completely debauched! What would be next, two men taking turns with me? Photographing me? Filming the action? Putting me on a website? I'd gone from years of no sex to extramarital sex to a wild orgy.

I arrived for my appointment for counselling at time when nobody else was in the Ministry, the pastor's home. He still wore his robes of priestly authority.

"Anne, my dear, this is very serious! You have not only had unmarried sex, but you also have committed adultery--with the connivance of a husband and his wife! There is only one way to absolve you and reclaim you to the church. Do you want to be absolved and reclaimed?"

"Yes, of course, Father!"

"As your priest, your pastor, I have the power to reclaim you, with my penis, and absolve you, with my sperm. Also, I will pay for your car. Now, take off all of your clothes and lie down on my bed."

This was an interesting situation! Janet told me about a husband fucking his wife to reclaim her after she'd let another man fuck her. I could not afford to pay for my car with the measly salary the old goat paid his teachers. Maybe, I could give him what he'd wanted for years, so much of a good thing that he'd have a heart attack!

"But Father, you might impregnate me!" I lied, a white lie.

"My dear, the thought of impregnating you, making your big titties swell even larger with milk and your belly with my offspring nearly drives me crazy with desire! I'm sure you'd make enough milk for me to milk you daily! Sadly, we can't have an unwed mother in our parish! We will use the 'rhythm method.' When was your last period?"

My reply satisfied him but condemned me.

"You could use a condom."

"That would be a sin! The purpose of sexual intercourse is for the man to inseminate the woman. Besides, having a plastic sheath between my bare penis and your wet vagina would dull the greatest pleasure in life and make the intimacy of our union incomplete. I can't reclaim you unless you feel my bare penis moving in your delightfully wet vagina. I can't absolve you unless your vagina, especially your womb, receives my sperm. I will give you a dispensation to use a contraceptive pill to make you more accessible as my handmaid."

I walked to the bed and began to undress slowly. He was licking his lips. When I stood naked, he advanced to feel me up all over, kiss my breasts and suck my nipples. He told me to lie down on my back. He shucked off his robe, under which he was naked and his prick was rigid to spear me! I'd hoped it would be small, but it was large enough to probe to the depths of my pussy.

"You're so beautiful! Raise your knees and spread your lovely legs wide!"

He dove at my pussy to kiss and lick it, as if to worship my sex. He knew where my clitoris was and how to tickle it. He licked and finger-fucked me, until my cunt was wet and receptive to the verge of an orgasm. Then, he rose to his knees and went to church between my legs. He certainly knew how to make a woman compliant! He made me crave to be fucked and not be particular about whose cock did it to me!

"Bless you, my darling! I've been waiting since you were a senior in high school to baptize your pussy with my holy sperm. If you read your Old Testament, you will see that this represents Aaron's Rod."

He punched his middle-sized rod into me with a vengeance! With all of it up me, he lay on me caressing my thighs and kissing my breasts, while giving my pussy short, urgent thrusts that made me moan.

"Now, I've reclaimed you for the church!"

"Now, absolve me!"

I just wanted him to finish and get off me, but he was a virile old goat and just kept fucking me!

I closed my eyes from the lecherous old hypocrite and tried to fantasize that I had a handsome young man between my legs while Fr. Coker clutched my breasts and eagerly fucked me. Hell, he was going have the satisfaction of giving me an orgasm!

"Oh, Father, is it alright if I have an orgasm?"

"Yes! Yes, cum my darling girl!"

I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and screamed, which incited him to fuck me in a frenzy. I cried out with my orgasm.

"Oh, God, he cried!" as he pumped jet after jet of sperm into me, so much that he must have saved it up. Then he lay on me, and I felt his cock twitching every last drop into me. Now that I'd let him fuck me, and that he made me cum, he would consider me his conquest. He wouldn't leave me alone until I let him use me again and again. When he stopped moving, I was aghast: maybe I did give him a heart attack! I could just slip out from under him and leave, without being seen. Then he gasped and snored. I began to wiggle out from under him.

"You redeemed yourself wonderfully, my dear! You will be my handmaiden. We will have another session here, a week from today. You are irresistible! In honor of our first act of love, I want us to make love again!"

"How can you, at your age, make love to me again?"

"You underestimate how exciting you are. Besides, I have taken the little blue pill. Perhaps you haven't heard of Viagra. Now, just say something naughty, a dirty word or two. Go on, you can say 'fuck'!"

"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned!"

"Yes! Yes, Honey! I'll stir your delicious honeypot again!"

I don't know how much to credit my charms and how much his aphrodisiac, but he was determined to fuck me senseless! After about five minutes of fucking, he gave me another orgasm. It was humiliating that my body kept surrendering in ecstasy to his sexual conquest of it, despite my mental reservations. Even my mental reservations were yielding to the fact that any man who knew how to serve me with his tongue and use me with his cock could make me cum. Fr. Coker was teaching me that the Catholic taboos about sex which made it feel dirty, conversely made violating those taboos all the more exciting.

His sperm and my cum liberally lubricated our fucking, which enabled him to fuck me even longer! He had been fucking me for about ten minutes when he made me cum again. He smiled with pride in what he had done to me. As we approached fifteen minutes of fucking and I was on the verge of another orgasm, I began lifting my hips to meet his amorous thrusts.

"Father, fuck me harder and faster! Absolve me with the balm of your sperm!"

"Oh, Honey, do you love what I'm doing for you?"

"Yes, and my body craves another injection of your holy sperm!"

The psychology of sexy words excited him to unload deep into me, and I shamefully came again on his jerking, spurting cock! He collapsed on me again and kept his cock in me until it shrunk and slipped from my very slippery vagina.

I had to leave. Janice and Tom were sorry to see me go and apologetic about overdoing our relationship, but I needed to take a sabbatical from sex. First, though, I confessed to Janice that Fr. Coker had used me.

"No shit? How did he finagle that?"

"He wheedled a confession out of me and insisted that I go to him for sex counselling. Besides, I owed him $600 for my car. He said he would reclaim me for the Church."

"What a hypocrite! The old lecher had his eye on you since he watched you grow up and fill out. What was it like?"

"He certainly knows his way around and inside a woman! He ate my pussy until I just wanted any man between my legs. His cock is too big to be trifled with. The bastard made me cum several times. He took Viagra so that he could use me longer. You and Tom taught me that when sex feels dirty, it's the most exciting, and I felt very dirty submitting to him. Since he has made his sexual conquest of me, he expects to fuck me every week! Now, I feel the need for your husband to reclaim me from Fr. Coker!"

"Tom, get in here! Our friend Ann needs you to get into her!"

Tom soon appeared. Janet spread a bath towel on the couch. As they watched me undress, my embarrassment only excited me more. By the time he had undressed, his big cock was stiff for me. Perhaps, it was a foolish pride I took in arousing him. It bent against my belly when he embraced and kissed me, our tongues meeting. He filled his hands with my breasts, kissed them and sucked my nipples erect. Janet coaxed my legs apart, so that her husband could grab and claim my pussy for his use. A thrill shot through me and I felt a surge of my juices. I lay down for him. He kissed and licked my pussy until it bathed his tongue with my love juices. Janet sucked his cock and led it to my open cunt. I gasped as he penetrated me, moaned as his cock possessed me and cried out as it gave me an orgasm.

Janet interrogated me.

"Do you like my husband's cock filling your cunt?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Beg him to fuck you and pump his sperm into your cunt!"

"Tom, please fuck me and cum in my cunt!"

. After watching us fuck intensely for several minutes, Janet asked him to pull out for a minute! She took his cock into her mouth to taste and eat my love juices!

"I just had to taste her cum on your cock! Ann, you taste so sexy! She's nice and wet to be a good, long fuck for you."

I love feeling a man's hands squeeze my tits while he fucks me. Tom used his thumbs to strum my nipples and make my tits tingle with pleasure. After fucking me to a second orgasm, he unloaded into me. Sensing it was our last fuck, he lay coupled with me as long as possible. Just when I thought we were done, Janet took his place between my legs to eat the cream pie her husband and I had made in me! She grabbed my ass to lift me up and make more gush out onto her tongue. That made me cum again!

I rented a room back in the home of Celia, who was in her late 50s and worked in a laundry. Celia had the face of a disappointed chipmunk, was devoid of sex appeal, and probably had lost whatever sexuality she had after the birth of her only child, a girl. She dressed like an old woman, in plain, tritely print dresses down to her ankles and orthopedic shoes, or in slacks and dull-colored blouses. She was kind to me, however, and we became friends. Fr. Coker would not darken her door.

I visited Janice and Tom occasionally, when she invited me for supper, but I didn't offer myself as their dessert.

I applied to the community college and the dean accepted me. A few days later, he rescinded his decision, saying that Fr. Coker protested that I was needed at St. Ambrose! Not wanting to be his sex toy, I desperately sent applications to several colleges and, after weeks of worry, was offered a job at a 4-year college in Wisconsin. A few days later, Sylvia called. She was crying, so much that I couldn't understand her. Eventually, I understood her to be saying that Fr. Coker had died, of a heart attack! She also implied that it happened while he was screwing her and had an orgasm! He would have loved to croak that way, if the circumstances could be discreetly concealed. She called his assistant priest to help her cover up.

The funeral took place on a warm, sunny day in early June. The Catholic cemetery was surrounded by deciduous trees resurrected back into leaf and stoical, enduring evergreens. Birds were serenading, as if singing Fr. Coker, revered by the community, up to Heaven, with a dispensation to skip Purgatory. Surrounded by solemn local and state dignitaries and weeping parishioners, Fr. Coker was planted among the tallest, most ornate headstones. I wanted to dance on his grave but dismissed the urge as un-Christian.