Chapter 4

"I'll be gone about a week," Jeremiah said.

Emily thought he looked very distinguished in his dark suit and white collar. He was off on one of his lecture tours. Sometimes she wished he would take her with him. It would be nice to travel a bit. It would be even nicer to have some time alone with Jeremiah in all the towns he visited.

He always said he was too busy for anything like that. Well, now she didn't care. Her ex perience with Charlie Weed had opened her eyes to a few things.

Accepting Jeremiah's light kiss on the cheek, she smiled like the good little wife he thought she was and locked the door behind him.

With a sigh Emily peeled off her robe and made her way to the bathroom. She still felt some guilt about her brief fling with Charlie Weed, but she told herself that whatever had happened had been necessary. She had really needed it. Now that she was aware of the pleasures she had been denying herself, she was more eager than ever to make up for lost time.

She knew that cheating on Jeremiah was sinful, but she couldn't help it. She was too caught up in the demands of her body. Now, just a few minutes after Jeremiah had left, her pussy was quivering again and demanding attention.

Well, she knew how to take care of that, at least for the moment!

She had discovered a new game and she was anxious to try it once again. Humming a tune, she briefly surveyed her naked body in the bathroom mirror and then stepped into the bathtub.

The shower hose and the high pressure nozzle on the end of it was just long enough to reach down to her belly.

Settling down comfortably in the tub, Emily turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. When she had it just right, she turned her cunt up to the spray and gasped at the exquisite sensation.

She increased the water pressure. One hand fondling her tits, her fingers rolling her thick nipples, she squirmed her cunt under the spraying water.

"Oh, my yes!" she moaned.

Her clit tingled and her cunt was soon swollen and quivering. Her cunthole throbbed as a flood of cunt juice oozed out to stream into the crack of her ass.

God, it was wonderful!

It wasn't long before her cunt was on fire and needing more than just the pressure of the water. Holding the nozzle in one hand, she used the fingers of her other hand to strum her clit and pinch her cuntlips.

She finally pushed two fingers inside her cunthole and plunged them in and out, soon adding a third. The feel of the three fingers fucking in and out of her cunt drove her wild with lust.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, good! That's good!"

She mewled and moaned as she fingerfucked herself. Her fingers slid furiously in and out of her cunt, reaming and rubbing her sensitive cuntflesh.

Her fingertips rolled and pinched and rubbed her throbbing little clit until she came, spasming in a series of small orgasms that left her breathless.

"Oohh!!" she moaned as she spasmed on her fingers for the last time.

When Emily suddenly heard the doorbell ring, she debated about ignoring it, but then decided it might be something important and decided to answer it.

Turning off the shower spray, she hurriedly slipped on her robe and went to the front door. She opened it to find a teenage boy standing on the doorstep.

Emily recognized him immediately. His name was Jerry Peterson. She had once taught a Sunday School class and she remembered him as an unruly little boy who did a lot of talking and joking and was a general nuisance.

He wasn't a little boy anymore, and he looked quite serious.

"Hell, Mrs. Goodwin," Jerry said. "I'm supposed to do the lawn today."

Emily noticed the way his eyes stared down at the swell of her tits in her shortie robe.

She smiled. "Why yes, I'd forgotten about that. Dr. Goodwin arranged it, didn't he?"

Jerry nodded, his eyes fixed on her cleavage. Her babydoll robe had a low neckline and Emily knew he could see the deep valley between her tits.

"Well, all right," she said. "The machine is in the garage. You go right ahead and get to work. If you need anything, just let me know."

When she slowly and deliberately closed the neck of her robe, the boy blushed and turned away.

Emily laughed softly as she closed the door. Did she dare? How wonderful it would be to have some fun with him!

She thought of all the exciting things she might do with a boy his age. She wondered how innocent he was. He couldn't be too experienced. She would be more or less in control of things. The idea excited her.

I'm just a hussy, she thought with a chuckle. Just a late blooming hussy. Now the new image of herself brought a quiver of lust to her pussy.

She waited a half hour. By that time Jerry was busy pushing the lawnmower around the back yard and looking a little tired and sweaty. The hot sun was fierce.

Emily opened the back door and called out to him. "Come inside and rest awhile," she said. "It's too hot out there."

When he sat down in the kitchen, she brought him some soda pop and a towel to wipe his face. She had changed into a halter top and shorts and the boy's eyes never left her tits and ass as she moved around the kitchen.

He had his shirt off and she admired his firm muscles.

"You look like an athlete," she said. "Are you?"

"I play football," Jerry grinned.

"That's wonderful," Emily smiled. "A boy your age needs exercise. And I suppose other things, too. Do you have many girlfriends?"

He nervously eyed the swell of her big tits as they peeked up and out of her little halter top.

"No, not really. Just a few. No one special. I guess I'm a little shy."

Emily flirted with him, more or less openly, and the lawn was soon forgotten. By the time she moved him into the living room, Jerry felt more at ease.

Emily felt herself getting hot. Her pussy moistened and her nipples tingled. She smiled and joked and teased him, all the time shoving her tits under his nose.

He was young but he was clever enough to realize what was going on. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was fully aware of her interest in him and that he was more than willing to have a little fun.

She guessed that he was intimidated by the fact that she was Jeremiah's wife. Trembling with anticipation, she wondered what he looked like with his clothes off. The bulge in his jeans seemed to indicate that his cock was hard, but she couldn't tell for sure. All young boys seemed to have massive bulges in their jeans all the time.

The thought of his young balls throbbing with jism made her shiver with lust. She pictured his hard, young ass pumping up and down as he pistoned his cock in and out of her wet pussy.

Her panties soaked, she finally decided she had to take the inititative. Turning the stereo on, she pulled him to his feet and smiled.

"Kiss me," she hissed. "I can tell you're not interested in the lawn anymore. I think we can have a much nicer time in here. Don't you?"

His face flushed, he held back a moment and locked at her. "Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I'm sure," she laughed. "Kiss me before I change my mind."

"Well, okay, if you say so," he said quietly.

A moment later she melted in his arms. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down to squeeze her ass.

He's more aggressive than I anticipated, she thought.

She pressed her belly against the bulge in his crotch. His cock was definitely hard. "For me?" she cooed.

She squirmed and pumped her pussy against his fuck pole, trembling at the feel of his throbbing prick. Crotch grinding against crotch, they pressed against each other and sucked noisily at each other's lips.

God, she was hot! A fire of lust washed over her body. She shivered and quaked at the prospect of fucking this teenage boy. There she was, a preacher's wife, standing in her own living room humping her cunt at a teenager's hard cock!

Was this the same Emily who had married Jeremiah Goodwin? I'll burn in hell for this, she thought.

"Jesus!" Jerry said, as he pulled his mouth away from hers. "Jesus H. Christ!"

He trembled with excitement. Emily Goodwin was one of the prettiest women in town. He remembered when she'd been his Sunday School teacher years ago. She was even prettier now.

His eyes raked over her tits, hands itching to grab them. His cock ached and his balls felt as though they were about to explode.

Would she really let him fuck her? The idea of it totally turned him on. He had a feeling he must be dreaming. "Jesus Christ!" he said again.

Emily pulled back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her fingers working swiftly, she untied her halter top and peeled it away from her tits.

Jerry's eyes widened as her round, firm, pink-nippled tits sprang out. Keeping her eyes fixed on the bulge in his crotch, Emily peeled her shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She tossed them aside. Hair loose, she turned to face the boy completely naked.

"There," she said, "I'm not ashamed of my body. If you want to look at it, I don't mind. But I would like to see yours, too. You do want to do more than just look, don't you?"

"Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin!"

He hustled out of his clothes, and in a moment he was facing her naked as a jaybird, with his hard young cock rearing up impatient and dripping cockjuice.

Emily smiled. She gazed at his rampant prick and bloated pink balls and she suddenly felt weak in the knees.

"Oh, my, what a treat," she said softly. "We're going to have a wonderful time! I think God sent you here to me today!"

Once again they moved into each other's arms. This time his dripping cockhead pushed against her naked belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Her hands roamed over the muscles of his back and down to the firm mounds of his asscheeks.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me until I'm dizzy!"

Her trembling hand moved down to his crotch. She ran her fingers up and down his hard cockshaft and pinched his cockhead, squeezing out the clear juice oozing out of his pisshole.

She fondled his balls. Her hand at last clasped his cockshaft and she began gently pumping his prick up and down.

"Oh, shit!" the boy groaned.

Emily giggled. "I think you're having a good time," she teased. "Or should I stop?"

"No!" he croaked. "Don't stop. It's nice."

"Just nice?"

"No, great. It's great!"

She smiled. She loved the feel of his cock in her hand. She liked being older than he was. She liked having him in her power.

When he moved his hand tentatively to her tits, she mewled and purred with pleasure.

"Do it!" she hissed. "Play with my tits! Suck them, if you want. I'd like that. Don't be bashful!"

His hands shaking, the boy began fondling and pinching her tits. He squeezed and flicked and pinched her long, thick nipples. He hefted her tits in his hands like two cantaloupes. He mashed his big hands round and round her titflesh, bouncing and hefting her firm melons as she quivered and crooned her approval.

"That's the way," she said. "That's lovely! That's the way!"

Encouraged, Jerry leaned down and sucked in a mouthful of tit-flesh.

"Oh, honey, yes!" she moaned, as his lips and tongue sucked and licked her nipple.

The boy lapped and licked, chewing and biting the tender bud of her nipple as she trembled and moaned. She held her tit up for him with both hands. She forced her tit-flesh deeper and deeper into his mouth.

He sucked gluttonously, pulling at her nipple with his teeth and sucking hard at the surrounding sensitive flesh.

"Oh, how lovely!" she crooned. "Now do the other one. We can't neglect the other one, can we?"

She forced his mouth off one tit and substituted the other one. Once again he stuffed his face with tit-flesh. He sucked and licked and chewed over the mound of her tit until her nipple was swollen and a little sore.

"Oh, you darling boy," she groaned. "Oh, my, yes! Oh, that's lovely! Oh, yes, you suck so good! I can feel it all the way down to my pussy!"

She gasped with pleasure as he moved his hand between her legs and ran his fingers into her thick cunt-bush.

"Oh, Jerry!" she moaned. "Oh, dear, you're not all that shy, are you, honey?"

She groaned at the first touch of his fingers between her wet cuntlips and moved her legs apart to give him room.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Touch me! Touch my pussy!"

Cuntjuice now gushed out of her cunthole. His hand was soon soaked with it. The boy massaged her pussy and fingered her clit as she squirmed and pumped her crotch.

When at last his fingertips returned to her throbbing clit, she cried out and shuddered as she came.

"Oh, Lord!" she wailed. "Oh, Lord in heaven, I'm coming!"

Her pussy spasmed convulsively on his hand. She gyrated her hips, frantic for more.

"More!" she hissed. "More! I need to come again! Rub it! Rub my clit! Damn you, touch me!"

The boy continued mashing and rubbing her clit, finally shoving a finger into her cunthole.

"Oh, yes!" she wailed.

The finger in her pussy and the finger on her clit drove her wild. She shuddered, cried out again, and spasmed as she came on the boy's fingers.