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The Parson's Wife



By JJ Argus


Copyright 2018


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Chapter One





Emily could not say exactly when she began to feel disappointed with her lot in life. When had she first realized that things were not as she had once hoped they would be? When had her fantasies turned out to be lacking in color, lacking in life?

All she could say with some certainty was that it was too late to do anything about them. She had made her choices, and if they had turned out to be the wrong ones, well, who could really say other choices would have turned out better?

Zachary was a good man, a righteous man, a responsible man, an honest man of integrity, a man of God. He did not drink nor do drugs, did not break the law nor beat her, nor cheat on her. He provided for her and was even, in some ways, a kindly man.

He was, in fact, the parson of The Rising Waters Pentecostal Church in Bloomsfield Alabama. He was a leader of the community and a respected man by all who knew him. She lived in a nice wood framed home not far from the church. It was clean and bright, if not terribly large, and it was, in all respects, a perfectly lovely little house.

The requirements for being the parson's wife, however, were numerous. She had to comport herself in a proper, conservative, modest and moderate way in all things. She had to keep her voice low, her face fixed in a smile (even when idiots talked to her) and her dress quite modest.

She was by nature a quiet and modest young woman and always had been, but the need to act the role of a southern parson's wife was more difficult than she had imagined. She was, after all, only twenty three, had gone to university, and was from Houston, a large city, which, while it was from Texas, had a far more liberal attitude than Bloomsfield, or anywhere else in Alabama.

Many of the people in Bloomsfield were, for example, appallingly racist, and quite matter-of-fact about it. This distressed her. She could not openly criticize them either. That was simply not done. She could only show her disapproval in small ways, such as in small frowns, pursed lips and silence.

Judge not, lest ye be judged, Zachary said.

She agreed, yet it was hard not to upbraid such people, in order to educate them, if for no other reason.

She tried, then, to lead by example. Hiring Caleb Jones to do odd jobs for them was one of those ways. Caleb Jones was a black man. He was, as far as she knew, a God-fearing man who had never been in any trouble with anyone, and who worked hard for his living. That some of the members of the congregation thought ill of him was, to her mind, an illustration of their own ignorance.

Not that she would ever say such out loud, anyway, at least to them.

Caleb Jones fixed the front step on the porch, first, and then the fence. Emily felt that hiring him every time they needed some small thing done (Zachary was hopeless with such things) was an excellent demonstration of how one should behave, one she hoped the congregation would learn from.

So when another contractor fixed the wood fireplace so it could work again it seemed quite natural to hire Caleb to chop wood for them. Certainly Zachary wasn't going to do it!

Zachary was a slim man, nearing thirty and already suffering much from premature baldness. He was not exactly the most masculine of men, to put it bluntly. He was intelligent, kind and sensitive, all traits Emily had very much desired when they had met, and still did.

But... it could also be said that his... asexual behavior was something of a relief to her. Preserving her modesty in the face of the often rudely displayed interest in her body parts from men at college had been a difficult and often stressful effort. They ogled her! They talked about her breasts in a shockingly rude manner! And they made it clear they expected sex, if not on the first date, then soon thereafter!

Emily had been raised by religious parents, but they had been quite liberal in other ways, or perhaps more to the point, politically correct. She was taught to dress modestly not simply because it was sinful and wicked to do otherwise, but because it would be beneath her dignity as a woman who insisted on equality to be looked upon as a sex object.

She was proud of being intelligent, well-educated and thoughtful. She demanded equality and respect. She would not lower herself to flaunting her body like some airhead bimbo in desperate need of attention. People would respect her for her mind, not her breasts!

But at the same time it had to be acknowledged that her breasts were a notable part of her body. They had embarrassed her from the time she was thirteen, as boys stared at them and commented on them. Even the girls did so! And that was soooo improper!

Zachary had paid them no attention, and that had been a huge relief. He hadn't tried to paw her or even kiss her until a half a dozen dates in, and then it was only hugs and a little light kissing. He never tried to assert himself or force her into anything, nor even persuade her to do any of that icky stuff other young men wanted.

Honestly! The thought of putting a penis into her mouth was so unsanitary!

Sex after marriage was fine, of course. And she and Zachary had had sex on their honeymoon. Twice. One on the first night, and the second time a week later.

Since then the sex had fallen to once a month, usually.

At first that hadn't bothered her. It wasn't like sex was something particularly pleasurable anyway. She could have done with a good deal more bodily contact, though, more affection. She would have liked a lot more hugging and kissing, for example.

As the parson's wife she had to be somewhat aloof from the congregation. She met them all frequently and was called upon to visit and discuss things and give advice, but her relationship with them was always a bit distant. And since she wasn't from Bloomsfield she didn't really have any friends here.

Zachary's lack of physical attention thus became an issue. Emily was becoming lonely. And she had too much time on her hands, time she used in reading biographies and then articles on psychology and sexual psychology. She tried to do things to attract Zachary, to excite him. She dressed much less modesty at home alone with him, all-but flaunting her prominent assets to him.

He paid her little attention other than to smile tolerantly.

She bought and wore very sexy lingerie to bed, but he ignored it. Some of it was quite scandalous, and she had to buy it from the internet, rather than walk into a shop and purchase such things. She even had to shave all her pubic hair off for a few of them!

He ignored that too.

Since they had a private back yard she bought very small bikinis and then arranged to be 'sunbathing' out back around the time he was expected to return home. He didn't show any particular surprise, approval or disapproval of this when he looked at her.

She was frustrated by this, and since she had so much time she surfed the internet, looking at pictures of other women and then comparing them to herself. She thought that, if these women were considered to be sexy, then she must be, too.

Or was there something else wrong with her?

Daringly, she took pictures of herself in her bikini – a thong bikini, and posted them on an internet web site devoted to such things. Her face was not in the pictures of course! She asked people what they thought of her body, and blushed hotly at some of the crude responses.

But no one said anything unflattering.

In fact, even though she blushed and squirmed at some of the crude responses, she felt extremely flattered by most of them. Everyone seemed to think she was an incredibly hot and sexy woman! They wanted to see more! They wanted to see her naked!

She wasn't about to do that, of course! But at the same time, a part of her exulted in so many flattering posts. These men thought she was beautiful, and talked about how excited they would be if they saw such a body in person!

The anonymous nature of the conversation was a protection against her embarrassment, and she soon began to take even the crude and graphic words in stride. She giggled and blushed at all the flattering responses, and posted a few more pictures to get more flattery.

Slowly, over the course of some weeks, she was persuaded to show more. First came the picture of her topless with her arms folded across her chest. Then the picture of her topless with her hands over her breasts (not that they covered them sufficiently, of course). Then came the picture of her from the side, with her chest pressed against a wall, showing what the men called 'side boob'.

Finally she showed her breasts, and blushed happily at all the praise, flattery and delight!

She also felt... aroused, which was a mostly unfamiliar emotion. She squirmed not just mentally, but physically, at reading some of the things these men said they wanted to do to her! Some were disgusting, of course, but others sounded quite intriguing!

The site had other pictures of other women, often naked, and sometimes actually in the act of sex! She had ignored them, at first, but slowly, over time, glanced at them, if for no other reason than researching possibilities.

There were also videos, and some of these left her breathless! These weren't actresses but real women, and some of them showed such incredible excitement and pleasure at what was being done to them that she began to feel a desperate longing to experience the same!

Her only experience with sexual intercourse was with Zachary, and in the missionary position. The idea of riding up and down on a man was delicious, though, and she stared at such videos with open mouthed awe.

She also felt that sense of arousal, of lust, and felt guilty about it, knowing it was wicked and sinful. She prayed to God to forgive her human weakness. But eventually her body began to react such that she couldn't help touching herself in places she knew she shouldn't.

That led to masturbation, and thus her first orgasm.

THAT had certainly been enlightening!

The same site had pictures of men, often wearing little or nothing, and she found herself looking at them admiringly, especially the ones with broad shoulders and powerful chests. These were real men, she thought, like in olden times. They were men with powerful shoulders, the salt of the land. They might not be terribly sophisticated or kindly, but there was a machismo and strength there that made her body thrum longingly.

Emily had long admired Caleb's shoulders, but on that morning, a hot, humid morning in September, when he arrived to chop wood out back she felt a wild and sudden jolt. Looking out the window, she saw Caleb chopping wood, shirtless. His body was glistening with perspiration in the hot sun, and she stared, open-mouthed, while feeling a powerful energy rising from low in her belly.

Zachary didn't approve of nudity, even between husband and wife. He changed in the master bathroom, and so did she. She wore a long nightgown to bed and he wore underwear and pajamas. On those monthly occasions when he fulfilled his husbandly duties the act began under the covers with the lights turned out, and ended soon thereafter.

But Emily knew that Zachary's upper body looked nothing like Caleb. It was half the size and had no sign of musculature whatever. Of course, he was also extremely intelligent, kind, and an earnest and caring man who ministered to his flock's spiritual needs. It wasn't like he wasn't a good man, she told herself guiltily, as she watched the muscles move beneath Caleb's glistening black skin.

Of course, what she was doing was outrageous. She was staring lustfully at a man not her husband! This caused her considerable shame, and made her turn away... repeatedly. It just happened, though, that she had occasion to look out the window often that morning.

Nor would it be Christian of her to not see to Caleb's needs by bringing out a pitcher of cold water for him.

“Thankya much, Miz Withers,” Caleb said in his deep, rumbling voice as he accepted a glass.

“I imagine it's very thirsty work,” Emily said, with a gentle smile plastered on her face.

She most determinedly did not stare at the man's chest!

“It is that, especially on days like this.”

“You'd think they'd have a machine for this,” she said, frowning.

“They gots machines for everything, Ma'am, but praise the Lord there's still work for a man like me anyways.”

“Of course. And you're doing a wonderful job, Caleb,” she said, almost reaching out to pat his arm.

It wouldn't do, of course, not his bare arm!

She also had to resist the urge to talk down to him. His manner of speech and lack of education seemed to cause an instinctive sense of superiority in her she found disturbing. Plus he behaved in a distinctly meek and mild mannered way around the wife of a pastor.

“Oh it ain't hard, Ma'am. You could probably do it yourself, seeing as how you're in such good shape.”

Emily had never, of course, chopped wood, nor given much thought to how to do so, but Caleb seemed quite earnest and eager to show her, and she pursed her lips as he led her closer to the stump he'd been using, put a cord of wood on it and then showed her how he did it – in slow motion, swinging the big axe overhead and down slowly, several times as he pointed out how you wanted to hit dead center.

Emily watched with considerably more interest than she probably should have had, were she the God fearing woman she was supposed to be!

“Why don't you try one?” he asked.

“Oh I couldn't! I'm too small!”

“Don't look specially small to me, Ma'am,” he said with a wide grin. “You look like you work out some.”

“Well, I do exercise,” she said, flattered.

That thrumming was softening but spreading into a sort of general sense of heat that had little to do with the outside temperature.

He handed her the axe. She hesitated, but saw no polite way to refuse. She took it gingerly, gasping at its weight, but he gripped her arm to steady her, then she hefted it easily enough.

“Uhm...”

He set a new cord on the stump and she raised the axe high.

“No, Ma'am. You don't want to do it like that as you gots to shift your hands further apart on the haft, see,” he said.

He moved surprisingly quickly for such a large man, placing himself directly behind her, and his big arms reached around her on either side, enormous hands gently grasping her forearms and then wrists to shift her hands further apart on the axe handle.

Then his hands moved hers upward, lifting her hands and arms.

That she was pressed back against his powerful, shirtless body, directly pressing against him, did not escape Emily's notice, of course. She was slim but shapely, lithe, but medium tall for a woman, and was wearing shorts and a t-shirt given the informality of her expected day.

And she felt Caleb's groin pressing firmly into her backside!

That sent a jolt right up Emily's spine, and left her jaw dropped again, holding the axe as if unaware of it. In fact, she almost dropped it! Caleb had to catch it and then quickly place her hands around it more firmly again.

His hands were so big! They completely enveloped hers!

“Now you just lift up like this, Ma'am,” he said, raising her arms himself, high above her, even drawing the big axe up and back behind her head! The weight of that caused her back to arch somewhat and pushed her bottom back.

Against Caleb's groin!

Emily's face was flushed hotly by then, and her mind was swirling wildly, churning with sharp, shocked, uncertain thoughts! Did Caleb even know... was he even aware of how... indiscreet this was!? He was not, after all, a sophisticated and intelligent man like Zachary!

It wouldn't be right for Emily to think unkindly thoughts about him, much less jerk away and reprove him! That would be sooo embarrassing if he were innocent of mind!

“Now bring it down with your eyes right on the center of that cord, Mrs,” he said.

Caleb used his hands on hers to draw her arms forward and down again, slowly, slowly, until the axe-head was pressed right against the top of the cord.

And her bottom was pushed back even more firmly into his groin!

“Now let's do another practice chop, then you can do it all.”

He drew her hands up and back and then down and forward again, her buttocks rubbing obscenely against his groin!

Emily hardly even saw the axe-head, so flustered and uncertain was she. Her chest was tight and she was fighting to keep her breathing from getting ragged. She was also sweating much more than her modest physical efforts would account for!

She realized that as he pulled her arms and hands so far back and her back arched her full breasts thrust out quite tightly against the thin fabric of the t-shirt she wore, and that Caleb was looking over her shoulder – at the axe of course but still...!

Male attention to her breasts had often embarrassed her. This time the possibility that he might be paying attention only made the wild churning in her mind and the heat in her body grow more intense.

“You wants to make sure your core is tight when you swing an axe, Mrs.,” Caleb said.

His big left hand left hers, and was suddenly on her stomach – practically covering it.

“You wants to tighten the muscles here, make sure they're strong so your back doesn't give you trouble,” he said.

His fingers probed lightly against her stomach, increasing the wild confusion, uncertainty and flusters in Emily's mind!

“Feels like you got some decent muscle here,” he said.

“I-I... I w-work out!” she gulped, finding it hard to keep her voice straight.

His fingers lifted the t-shirt up a bit and then his fingers were probing at her stomach – her bare stomach underneath!

“Yeah, it feels pretty good for a woman,” He said. “ You could do some more squats to tighten things up further.”

His fingers probed lightly against her, then stroked along her skin.

“You have very soft skin, Miz Withers,” he said admiringly, his soft, deep voice right next to her ear.

“I-I don't... you... shouldn't... !”

His left hand slid into the elastic waistband of her shorts, pushing downward inside her panties, and right along the smooth, soft skin of her lower abdomen until they found the tight, neat line of her sex, then stroked lightly along it!

Emily's eyes bulged and her jaw dropped and she froze in place, gripped not only by a sense of shocked disbelief, but by a wild, raw pulse of sensation that rippled up her spine like a crackle of electricity and almost dropped her legs out from under her!

“You're one fine, fine figure of a beautiful woman, Miz Withers,” he said softly.

Emily dropped the axe.

Her left hand grasped at Caleb's wrist, for much of his hand was now down inside her shorts, but it was like trying to pull a thick tree root the size of a baseball bat out from the ground!

“C-C-Caleb!” she gasped. “You... you... m-mustn't!”

And all the while those big fingers on that huge hand moved against her with a surprising gentleness, slick with the perspiration on both of them, rubbing insistently against that spot... the one she had only recently really discovered herself! The one she, of course, knew from sex-education class back in high school as her clitoris.

Caleb was still holding her right wrist in his right hand and she found herself unable to move, to pull free! Though it was also true that she was so flustered and shocked she could hardly summon the necessary decision to throw herself free!

“You knew that once I touched your beautiful, sexy body, Miz Withers, I wouldn't be able to resist touching it some more,” he said, his lips so close to her ear now his breath wafted across her.

“But... but.. I-I'm... I'm... a ...”

“You don't got nothing against me being a Black man, do you, Miz Withers?”

Of course, that idea was outrageous! Emily prided herself on her sense of equality and lack of racism! She had done her best to instill such thoughts and values in parishioners herself, though she despaired of reaching some of them!

“No! I... You... this isn't... I'm not... I-I'm a m-married woman!” she gasped desperately.

Those fingers were rubbing against her so gently and yet so forcefully! The sensations were sweeping up through her body like nothing in her experience! They felt so much more intense, so much more powerful than when she touched herself!

“Don't you know what the sight of a beautiful woman like you does to a simple man like me, Miz Withers?” he asked mournfully.

While his two middle fingers rubbed her there the others pushed back against her so her buttocks pressed even more firmly against him, and now another shock swept into her as she realized how … hard it felt there against her.

Surely that wasn't... surely he... that couldn't be... but – !

And then his right hand released her arm, did something behind her, and then gripped the waistband of her shorts, suddenly tugging them down along with her panties! Emily squealed and grabbed at them – too late!

And then she felt his big hand on her arm again, holding her in place, and felt his... something... something big and... firm and warm pressing up along her backside between her buttocks! Surely that wasn't him! It was far too large! She, of course, had heard the nonsense about Black men being heavily endowed, but dismissed it as racial myths.

But she was quite certain Zachary felt nothing like that! Even though he tried not to touch her with it except for his duty of entering her.

“Just the touch of your skin makes me nearly crazy, Miz Withers!” he moaned into her ear.

Emily moaned helplessly. All the myths about violent, sex crazed Black men suddenly poured through her mind! Would Caleb become violent if she denied him!?

“Please! Please I-I... you... you... oh!”

He drew his hips back and then pushed forward, his hand abandoning her wrist to reach in between her thighs. Gaping down at her body Emily saw the head of his mighty shaft pushing out beneath her sex! She stared at the fat helmet head in disbelief, then jerked helplessly as gripped himself and pressed up against her soft, throbbing mons!

He rubbed himself up against her even as his lips began to kiss on the nape of her neck, even as his teeth began to nibble lightly at her earlobe!

His skin felt so amazingly soft as it rubbed against her there, even though, obviously, he was anything but soft himself! Emily shuddered, and then her legs gave way! Caleb eased her down to her knees, coming down behind her, and Emily grasped the tree stump for support, gulping in air.

“You feeling too hot, Miz Withers?” Caleb asked in concern. “It's mighty hot outside. You might should loosen your clothing.”

He abandoned her sex and his manhood, and before Emily quite understood his intent he was peeling her t-shirt up her body. He did it with such force that when it reached her armpits her arms were lifted up and he peeled the t-shirt off her entirely! A moment later she felt the strap of her bra opening behind her, and then she gasped, clasping her hands against her chest as he pulled the bra free!

“There, you can breath much better now,” he said.

“C-Caleb! You... you... I – !”

“You just relax, Miz Withers. Caleb will take care of everything,” he said.






Chapter Two





Emily felt her shorts tugged off her ankles, then his big hands grasped her thighs, jerking them further apart. She gasped and half fell, forced to reach out to grab the stump again!

Then she felt the pressure against the mouth of her sex! The pressure mounted quickly, and she was about to demand he halt when the lips of her sex finally gave way before it, spreading apart so that his mighty shaft pushed up into her body!

Another powerful shock ran through her, and a moment later yet another, as his big hands came up beneath her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly!

Emily felt... defeated. It was too late! It was far too late! She should have.... but she hadn't!

She shuddered as the thick hard male heat of him pushed deeper inside her, stretching her out in a way which ached but which roused that dark wild emotion even further. It was suffocatingly hot now, making it impossible to think or react!

“Oh! Oh! Please!” she whimpered.

“You just rely on old Caleb, Miz Withers,” he said, fingers kneading her breasts.

His hips drew back, then pushed in, drew back, then pushed forward, and Emily felt that familiar sensation of movement inside her, only far more powerful. Caleb was thicker than Zachary.

“You gots beautiful breasts, Miz Withers,” he said, his big fingers kneading them, pushing them together.

Emily was gripped by a wave of misery! She was an adulteress! There was no point in blaming Caleb! He was just responding to his animal instincts! It was her responsibility to put a stop to things and she'd failed! Of course he had simply acted like the unsophisticated male animal he was!

“Oh! Oh! Ungh! Oh! Please!” she panted, as the size of him continued to startle her.

He slid his big hands off her breasts, grasping her thighs again and jerking them apart, where she had begun to instinctively draw them closed.

“You keep those legs apart, girl,” he said.

Crack!

“Oh!”

He had slapped her bottom!

“This is the position I want you in,” he said, his voice a low grow now.

Emily's mahogany hair spilled over her forehead, sweaty and tangled now, and getting worse as her hips moved in and out in time to the movements of Caleb's shaft. Every time he pushed into her her body pulled away from him and every time he drew back it seemed to pull her with it!

Until Caleb grasped her hips to do the opposite. She squeaked and gasped, for that increased the force and speed of his strokes, and they seemed to be pushing deeper and deeper!

Emily was bewildered about what she could do about this! It was far too late to say no!
She felt herself surrendering to the situation, giving up any thought of how to undo what was patently already done, and waiting for it to end so she could be alone and think on what to do next!

Surely it was almost done now. Zachary never lasted much longer than this.

“What a gorgeous female you are!” he growled, his hands sliding up her waist, along her ribs and then under to grasp her breasts again.

She gasped and squeaked as his big hands forced her chest up and back so that her back was pressed against his chest. His fingers kneaded her breasts as he chewed his way along the nape of her neck.

“A woman like you was made to be rode hard,” he growled.

“I-I don't... Caleb you – !”

He squeezed her breasts harder, turned them both and then shoved so that she fell forward, her hands catching her, digging into the grass and dirty as he jerked her thighs up and apart.

Crack!

“Oh! Don't!” she gasped.

“Keep that behind in the air, Mrs.,” he growled.

He gripped her hips once more and pushed into her – and into her – and into her! He pushed soooo deep! Emily was astonished and cried out in helpless amazement as she felt him driving impossibly deep!

Then she felt his hips against her bare buttocks, and felt him grind himself against her!

She stared across the yard in bewildered shock. How had this happened!?

His big male body came down upon her back, his lips running along her neck as his hands slid under her to squeeze her breasts again.

“Love your titties, girl,” he growled.

His hips ground against her, then drew back and thrust... and thrust... and thrust! His thrusts grew harder, and were so deep it felt as if the head of his long shaft was punching against the back wall of her sex!

“Beautiful titties!” he said, his fingers mashing her soft breasts together, then apart, while he thrust harder – faster – harder – faster!

Emily had never been taken from behind before. She had never been taken in any position but the missionary. She felt like... like a wild animal! This was the way the beasts did it! This was the way the cavemen did it! This was... was ancient, she thought dazedly!

The weak female submitting to the animal lusts of the dominant male!

She trembled at the heat sweeping over her from without and within, and her arms shook. She dropped to her forearms and elbows in the dirt, whimpering and moaning as his hips now began to strike her upraised buttocks. The force of those blows jarred her, made her shudder, threw her body forward.

Ancient, she thought dazedly.

His huge, solid shaft stroked in and out of her, his hips slapping against her, and she felt her entire lower body churning wildly like the lava pit of a volcano! The pressure growing and growing!

Her breasts wobbled and swung beneath her as she felt herself becoming light-headed, felt her mind melting under that terrible heat, sloughing off all thoughts or cares but those of her carnal, animal instincts!

And then the orgasm hit. It was far more intense than the few she had recently been able to give herself with her explorations of her own body. It shocked her, overwhelmed her, and she cried out, louder and louder as the force and intensity grew more powerful!

She felt like an animal! A rutting animal!

His big dark arms folded around her pale, slender body, crushing her in his embrace as his hips moved hard and fast. Her entire body shook and trembled under the impact of his hips and the steady stroke of his big cock!

Her hips bucked back frantically, and her arms gave way so that her cheek was pressed against the dirt and grass. Her eyes became glassy and she gurgled and sobbed breathlessly as he continued to ram himself into her with unrestrained violence!

Like a savage! She had been... she had been captured by a wild savage, some part of her mind thought in dark, thrilled heat. A helpless and chaste maiden being outrageously overpowered and used by a muscular, uncouth male!

There was a great deal of comfort in such a thought since it absolved her of most of the guilt which was still swirling within her.

Why was he still doing it!?

God, would it never end!?

His hips continued to slap against her as his big dark shaft slid up and down inside her lower – and upper belly!

“Ohhh! Uhhhhhhh!” she moaned dazedly.

Her body had flared so intensely she felt as if her skin were raw, as if her nerve endings had burned out!

And yet he continued to thrust his terrible lance into her trembling body!

Some instinct caused her to reach back, pushing at his thigh. She felt her wrist seized and her hand turned in and back against her back. Then he reached out and gripped her other wrist, drawing that back behind her, crossing her wrists, and holding them in one mighty hand!

A moment later she felt a thick mass of her hair seized.

“Unghh!” she cried as her head was jerked up and back.

“Love how tight you are, baby,” he growled, thrusting into her. “You got a man's dream between your beautiful legs.”

Her eyes were wide as her scalp was pulled back, but with her wrists pinned behind her and her head forced tightly back she could barely move at all!

A helpless maiden overpowered by a thuggish brute, she thought dazedly. Like something from medieval times, or earlier still!

She shuddered and trembled as he drove himself into her aching sex. Her body pulsed and boiled with sensations, and after a minute or two they coalesced into a dark, intense heat once again! She felt a sense of shock at that. She had climaxed! Why did she still feel this way?! Why was her body starting to tremble and burn with heat once more!?
It grew and deepened as he held her firmly and tightly in place. Now and then he released her hair so that her face dropped into the dirt, then he would adjust her body, lifting her buttocks higher, and often slapping them. Then he would seize her hair once more and jerk sharply back!

“Fuck! You got a tight, sucking little cunt, Miz Withers!” he growled.

Emily cringed under the use of such language! It was absolutely wrong to use such words, and especially to describe a woman like that! It was true Caleb was not an educated or sophisticated man but she would have to talk to him about that!

But it was an isolated thought in a mind melting under the terrible heat of what was being done to her. She gurgled and gasped and moaned and sobbed as the sexual pressure grew, as the heat became a firestorm and her mind was gripped by feverish need.

Every deep thrust made her cry out in wild, almost exultant pleasure! It didn't matter that it ached, that it hurt, that her scalp burned! It was so wild and animal-like, so intense, so shocking and wild and incredible!

And then another orgasm washed over her! She cried out, twisting and thrashing, sobbing in wondrous pleasure as he continued to skewer her, continued to slam into her, jerked back on her hair to force her aching sex back onto his thrusting cock!

She might die, she realized absently. Surely this was going to kill her. Surely this intensity of sensation was overloading her system and she would have a heart attack and die.

But she couldn't really bring herself to care.

It was just too good, just too wonderful. She was drowning in pleasure!

Caleb abandoned her hair and arms, seizing her hips and giving a final flurry of hard, powerful thrusts, then stopped, panting, buried inside her body.

“Fuck yeah! That was fucking great!” he groaned.

“Gorgeous woman,” he said, his hands sliding over her back and arms and shoulders as he drew himself out of her slowly.

His hands kneaded her breasts, and he gave a little laugh, then slapped her bottom lightly and backed away.

“You're wasted on that little man you married, Mrs.,” he said.

Emily was too dazed, her mind shattered by the intensity of the orgasm, to talk just then, or care what he was saying.

He pulled his pants up and walked over to the axe, picked it up, then walked away, leaving Emily on her belly in the dirt and grass, her bottom raised up, legs apart, arms stretched out before her.

Slowly, moaning, she let her hips down and lay on the ground. But as that wild sexual heat which had enveloped her faded she quickly became aware of her position, naked outside! Anyone might stop by and look in the back yard! And then what!? How could she explain herself!?

She forced herself up onto her hands and knees and then rose upright, panting, covered in sweat, grass and dirt, swaying a little. She ached inside! She dropped her eyes and reached down with trembling fingers, wincing a bit as she touched the tender, swollen lips of her sex.

*

Emily paced.

She paced back and forth up the narrow hall in her small home, her mind gripped by anxiety and guilt. She had cheated on her husband! She was an adulteress! How could she be such a slut!? What had possessed her!?

Did a strange obsession for hard male muscles outweigh her oath of marriage and all the fine qualities Zachary possessed!? Was she so shallow and thoughtless that animal lust would outweigh his intelligence and kindness?!

If only she was Catholic and could confess! But there was no one she would dare reveal her sordid behavior to! Not with any degree of confidence they would not pass it on to others! There was no one to absolve her of her wicked sinfulness!

And that was what it was. Of that she had little doubt! She was not as devoted to God as Zachary, but it was somewhat comforting to think she had been tempted by the Devil. Of course, that still meant she had failed to resist.

She tried praying for guidance but that didn't seem to help so much as show what a hypocrite she was to pretend that she was religious enough to even obey her marriage vows!

Fornicating in the grass like some animal!

And worse than the guilt was the strange simmering heat which came over her whenever she thought about it. For the experience had been traumatic – shocking! She had never imagined sexual intercourse could be so... intense! She had, in fact, largely dismissed the fictional portrayals she read in romance novels as so much nonsense – exaggeration for effect.

But to be... to be taken like that! In the grass and dirt! By... by a wild black savage!

She knew that thinking of Caleb so was horribly racist, but she couldn't help herself!

The man could barely read and write! He had never seen a college campus! He didn't even watch the news! And she now suspected his oft-stated devotion to Jesus was an exaggeration. For was he not an adulterer? Tempted by her body or not!

Tempted by her body...

That was something of an eye-opening idea in itself. Oh, she had long been aware that men ogled her body, of course. And of course, she knew they wanted to do all manner of nasty things to her or with her. It was a very small step in most ways to consider that an otherwise righteous man could be tempted into sin and wickedness by merely looking at her.

And so she wound up naked, posing for herself before her closet mirror, imagining her body as men saw it, as Caleb saw it, as those men on the web site saw it. It was a good body, she thought grudgingly. She was fit, and slim, but nicely rounded. And her breasts were... large, which men liked, and reasonably firm due to her youth and exercise.

Her face was pretty, she acknowledged and she had nice hair.

She had simply never seen herself as a temptress, as one who caused men to growl like animals and pant after her with lust in their hearts.

It was … an interesting thought, and flattering, in a wicked way. No decent woman – and no proper feminist woman – should have been flattered by it, of course. Decent women avoided tempting men not their husbands. Feminist women wanted men to respect them for their intelligence, not their bodies.

Being flattered was thus doubly wrong. And yet even so, she found herself feeling oddly proud of her looks in a way she hadn't really before. Why be embarrassed about the prominence of her breasts when they pleased so many men? No, no! That was wicked! She needed to cover herself! She was a shameless slut!

She hurriedly got dressed, even fetching a bra from her dresser which was designed to press down and thus minimize the apparent size of her breasts.

But an hour later she was naked again and posing for herself, imagining herself naked on one of those porn sites. Not just parts of her body, this time, but all of her! Her face too! Wouldn't Zachary's parishioners go crazy if that happened!?

“Slut,” she said, glaring at herself.

She looked like some kind of woman who was a cheap slut, a stripper at a road club!

She got dressed again, glaring at her image.

She did her best to behave as a good and devoted wife after that, and sin no more. She felt like a hypocrite, though, like a whore disguised as a parson's wife. She did her best to resist the temptations of the flesh, too. But she was less successful there.

She stared at her body in the bathroom before and after each shower, grudgingly admitting she was attractive, imagining how men would react, men like Caleb, and what they would do to her!

And one day at the grocers she was in the vegetable aisle when she saw a cucumber that looked somewhat like the size of Caleb's.... penis!

She gulped, reminded instantly, flushing with embarrassment and... and something else. For a thought, a wicked, horrible thought swept over her which caused her to almost run from the vegetable aisle. Yet it bubbled away in her mind all the while she was in the grocers, and so, before leaving, she bought that cucumber!

Alone at home, with the assistance of baby oil, she placed the wider part of the thing against the floor of the bathroom, and then, slowly, kneeling over it, lowered her body.

The moment it began to penetrate her she felt her breath getting ragged, felt her body thrumming with sexual energy, her pulse racing and her heart pounding! She eased down, bit by bit, gasping, moaning, remembering...

She stared at it in the mirror, at herself, watching with breathless excitement as the lips of her sex spread wider and wider, and then slid down along the green vegetable! She felt the delicious stretching and aching as she had with Caleb, felt it pushing deeper into her belly.

And then her fingers began to stroke across her slick, slippery, swollen clitoris.

Rapture!

The heat rolled through her in waves and she moaned and gasped and shuddered as she sank lower and lower, then cried out as the first orgasm swept over her! Her back arched and she rode up and down frantically on the thing, crying all the breath out of her lungs, and then gurgling and whimpering and moaning as the raw, powerful rush of pleasure continued to scream through her body!

God, it ached! Yet she forced herself lower and lower, groaning and whimpering, rubbing her clitoris, riding up and down as a second massive orgasm tore through her, then a third! Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she thought about how Caleb had taken her, on all fours, then face down, his mighty hips slamming against her as he drove his big cock into her trembling body!

From then on, cucumbers were part of her steady diet. But while they certainly relieved the tedium of her day, they did nothing to take her mind off her dilemma. If anything, her continued sexual experiments only made it more and more clear what a waste of time Zachary was in the bedroom.

She tried tempting Zachary, ensuring he 'caught' her 'accidentally' in various states of undress, especially topless, but he never seemed to care! He only apologized and backed quickly out!

What was wrong with the man!? Just because he was devoted to God that didn't mean he ought to be divorced from lust! Lust for your wife was all right!

She longed to show her body off to others but the parishioners would hear of it and be outraged. So she posted more pictures on the web site, some of them more graphic. She even had some with the cucumber!

She realized she was being sinful and perverted. And since she was an educated woman she also recognized she was being weak, that in essence she was seeking male approval of her body to in some way legitimize her sense of self-worth. Not only would religious people frown on that but so would feminists like her mother.

She was still delighted at the outpouring of compliments and flattery, even if some of them were rather crude and rude in saying what they wanted to do to her.

It was harmless anyway, since she never showed her face.

And all those flattering, lust-filled posts encouraged her to keep trying. So she ordered a thong bikini from one of those internet sites. This time, when Zachary came home, he would see her laying in the sun, her body glistening. Maybe that would incite his male interest!

The bikini was scandalous, of course. She felt a little embarrassed putting it on and looking at herself in the mirror. On the other hand, she also couldn't help thinking those men who looked at her pictures on-line would love it.


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