In the aftermath of the sensational story, the lives of those involved were deeply affected.
As a result of the questioning by the police, Shannon's father and uncle were arrested, and ultimately convicted of incest and rape. Shannon was now free of them, living with a very sweet and loving aunt, and her schoolwork improved dramatically. She became one of the most popular girls in school, and had her pick of boys. However, she continued to prefer to be with older men and eventually fell in love with one of her College Professors, who divorced his wife, married Shannon and who died a year later of a heart attack while in coitus with the beautiful blonde.
Jane struggled for months emotionally, finally entering long term therapy.
Five years later, her therapist introduced her to loving, pleasurable sex, and she married the older man a year later. They had six children and moved to California.
After investigation, the authorities suspected Tom Gee was guilty of the murder of the Janitor, Rick Stepfield. But with his death, there was no further investigation. Jane's parents sued the church and won a multi-million dollar award from the insurance company. They eventually divorced.
Two months later, things had quieted down somewhat. Becky Angel had been interviewed but hadn't mentioned anything about her sexual encounters with
Tom or Rick. She had acted dumb, and had been terrified she'd be caught, but time had eased her fears and she had begun relaxing, getting back into her school activities. Her body had healed from the vicious fucking of her asshole. She found herself thinking often of sex, regretting that Rick was gone. And when she would masturbate, she had begun to tickled and tease her own little asshole, gently worming a finger inside. It gave her a nasty, but very sexy feeling!
During the last class of the day, a runner had brought a note to her classroom. She nervously unfolded it. It was a phone message. Reverend
Stevens, the Senior Minister of her church, had called and asked her to stop by his office after school. Becky's heart leaped to her throat! Had Rev.
Stevens found out something? Were her parents going to be there when she got to his office? Maybe the police will be there.
Becky made herself sick imagining the worst case scenario during her last class. With a heavy and terrified heart, she made her way to the church building. She quietly made her way to Rev. Stevens office. The building was quiet. She knocked on his office door.
The door opened and Reverend Stevens smiled at her. "Hello Becky, I'm so glad you were able to stop by. Come on in!"
Becky had only been in this office once before, when she and her family joined the church and had been officially welcomed. It was a very nice, large office, with thick carpeting and recessed lighting. Instead of setting at his desk, Rev. Stevens took Becky's hand and led her over to a beautiful couch. He sat down beside her, and took her hands in his.
"Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something that is very private. And before you say anything, I want you to know that NOTHING you say will leave this room. Do you understand?" Rev. Stevens was really old, maybe 40 or even older, but he had a nice smile. Hearing him say that he wouldn't tell anyone anything made her feel soooo much better. She smiled shyly at him, her huge green eyes looking into his wise brown eyes.
"Becky, when Tom was killed…well, in light of his activities, I felt I needed to find out as much as possible. Now, normally whenever anyone visits with my staff, Darlene our receptionist, logs who it was and who they were seeing. I checked the logs and during the weeks leading up to Tom's death, you came to see him quite often. Almost every other day. Can you tell me why you saw him so often?"
Rev. Stevens was smiling gently, and Becky really wanted to confess to him.
But she was so afraid. Lowering her head, she shook her head "no", then whispered, "I-I just had to…to talk about stuff with him," she whispered, her face reddening as she lied to the Reverend.
"Becky…I happen to know that more went on between you besides…talking"
Rev Stevens said to her, not unkindly. "For instance, would you like to tell me what happened in the crash room?"
Becky looked at Rev Stevens, her eyes wide open in shock. How did he know???? Her mind was racing. What did he know? Could she lie her way out of this?
Her face was pale as she stared at the older man. Whispering, she said
"H-How did you k-know?"
Smiling, he said "I have my sources, Becky. Now, I'm aware that you had a sexual encounter with Rev. Gee, and…and with our deceased janitor!"
Becky was dizzy. He knew it! Somehow Rev. Stevens knew what had happened.
"Becky, I just want to hear your side of the story. Again, what you tell me will be a secret. It won't leave this room."
Tears formed in Becky's eyes, and Rev. Stevens tenderly pulled her into his arms as she sobbed for several minutes. And then, in a halting voice, she began telling how Tom had found her diary and blackmailed her with it. She didn't tell Rev Stevens what she had written, only that it was very private.
She told Rev Stevens how Tom had taken her to the crash room and confronted her, threatening to tell her parents about her diary. Without anyone to challenge her, she told Rev Stevens that he had told her he'd ruin her if she didn't give in to his demands. She embellished her resistance, telling him she struggled against him, telling him "no", but that he was too strong.
She told him how Tom had undressed her and then began "having sex" with her.
As she remembered the experience, she felt her nipples swelling and a moistness growing between her legs. Rev Stevens had his arms around her as she told the story, and she enjoyed his strength even as she recognized that she was turning herself on.
She said that Tom had "cum inside my body", and that she had gratefully thought he was done with her when Rick had entered the crash room and had
"penetrated me and started fucking me for a really long time". Becky wasn't even aware that her language had gradually become more graphic and erotic.
Neither had she realized that she was slowly squirming, rubbing her thighs together as she continued her story.
She told how Tom had "used my mouth, making me suck and lick his cock until he came. And then he made me Swallow it!!!" Becky's body felt so hot, she longed to touch herself. It was then that she happened to glance down, and she saw that under Rev. Stevens slacks there was an absolutely HUGE swollen prick. She looked into his face and saw that his eyes were closed as he listened to her.
Becky continued her story, but her eyes were on that gigantic throbbing mass in Rev. Stevens pants. She began using more graphic language as she described how Tom had made her come to his office every other day. She described in detail how he had fingered her, licked her little pussy to many orgasms and then had fucked her on his office floor, on his desk, and how he had bent her over his chair and fucked her from behind. She described in vivid detail how he had always stripped her naked, how he would make her kneel on the floor and look up into his eyes while he fucked her mouth.
There was no mistaking Becky's arousal as she rubbed her legs together while looking at the Rev. Stevens throbbing prick under his pants.
"And Rev. Stevens, he'd shoot his cum into my mouth. He'd make me SWALLOW it all down while I Iooked at him with his cock bucking in my mouth. Sometimes
I just couldn't swallow it all and it would run down my chin…But Rev.
Stevens, you know what the very worst part of it is?"
Becky reached out and turned Rev. Stevens face towards hers. He opened his eyes, and looked into the most luminous beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.
"I just gotta confess, Rev Stevens. You promise you won't tell anyone, and that you won't think bad of me?" Becky whispered to the sexy older man.
He just nodded his head as he stared into her face.
Whispering, she said "The worst part is that…that I miss it. I know that Rev. Gee was a bad man, and that he did bad things to people. But, sometimes I remember the things he did to me…and, Rev Stevens, I miss those things. D-Do you think I'm a bad girl, Rev. Stevens?"
His voice husky and hoarse sounding, Rev. Stevens said, "Oh Becky, no I don't think you're a bad girl. You see, certain…uhhhh…urges are normal for people."
Becky smiled at the older man. "Oh, I'm so glad you don't think I'm horrible!"
He smiled back, "No, sweetheart, I don't think you're horrible. In fact, I think you are…very special indeed. And very beautiful!"
"Rev. Stevens, do you think its awful of me to think about having a man undress me, strip me naked and…and do things to me? Nasty things? Am I awful for thinking about that?" Becky whispered to the older man.
He was trembling as he looked at her. He was an intelligent man, and he realized that he had approached a certain line. If he stepped past it, he would endanger everything he'd worked for. But he also would taste the ripest, most forbidden fruit available.
Sighing, then smiling, he looked into Becky's eyes and said "No, you're not awful for thinking about those things Becky. I think that any man in his right mind would want to undress you. To undress you and touch you and do many, many things to you!"
Becky was overjoyed! "Rev. Stevens, you mean nasty things?"
The older man smiled and nodded his head.
"Tell me" Becky said, as she moved closer to the man, her eyes now only inches from his. "Tell me what kind of nasty things!"
The man felt the young teenager put her slender hand high on the inside of his thigh. His prick lurched as he said, "Stripping you naked and just looking at your body would make most men cum right in their pants!" He said.
"Oooooo, I would love to have a man strip me naked and look at me. What else, Rev. Stevens. What else would a man want to do to me?" Becky was openly taunting the man as the edge of her hand brushed the huge lump between his legs. "Tell me all the nasty things that men want to do to my body, Rev. Stevens!"
"I think making you lay on your back and holding your legs as far apart as possible would excite a lot of men. Of course, then that man would probably want to put his fingers inside your pussy, Becky. And he might even want to kiss it and lick it and put his tongue inside your hot little cunt!" There was a fine sheen of sweat on Rev. Stevens forehead. He had never been so excited in his life as he used the most obscene language as possible. He was almost faint with excitement as he gave vent to his lust.
Becky's mouth was open, her wet lips and perfect white teeth exposed as she gasped at the lewdness of his words. Her tits felt so huge, her nipples were dying to be touched, and her pussy lips were swollen and hotly itching.
Moaning she whimpered "Ohhh Rev. Stevens, that sounds so wonderful.
And…and would that man want to fuck me too? I'd let him, you know. He could fuck me in my pussy, or my mouth. I-I would even let him fuck me in my asshole!"
Becky's tiny hand moved up over the huge mound between Rev. Stevens legs and softly grasped his cock underneath, making him groan as it throbbed in her gently squeezing hand.
"Oh yes, Becky. He would fuck you in your beautiful sweet pussy, and he would fuck your mouth and make you drink his hot cum. And he'd mount you from behind and he would slowly and tenderly fuck your sweet little asshole until he shot his sperm deep inside your horny little body." Rev. Stevens was barely under control now. As he talked he put his hand to her breast, cupping a succulent tit and squeezing the young girl's tit.
Suddenly he had a lap full of sensuous wiggling, girl flesh as Becky Angel threw her arms around his neck and kissed him open mouthed. His hands grabbed her hips and he groaned as he returned her hot kiss. Her thigh was openly rubbing against her tented prick.
After a minute, Becky broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Oh Rev. Stevens, I need you so bad! Please tell me you're gonna stop teasing me. Please tell me you're gonna fuck me!"
Frantically, the man began pulling the young girls clothes off as she tugged and pulled on his clothes. They both stood as she pulled his pants down, tugging his briefs off at the same time and exposing his thick, throbbing prick. She stood still, her hand on his shoulder as as he pulled her panties down, but when his mouth went between her legs and he gave her sweet cunt a long, wet sucking kiss, she moaned, her hands grabbing his hair.
Unable to stand it any longer, the young girl pulled on the mans hair, making him stand. She shoved him backwards onto the couch, and quickly straddled his lap, her little hand wrapped around his big prick. She guided the head of it, lifting her hips over the top and pressing her wet pussy slit over the top, feeling her pussy lips spreading around it's massive girth.
She stopped and looked into the mans eyes. "Rev. Stevens, I want you to promise me something." She said, her ripe young body poised above his upstanding prick, her wet hole ready to engulf him.
"Becky, my name is Bill. I'd like you to use my first name." He said to her softly, his hands softly stroking her sides and the upper flanks of her hips and ass.
"Bill…I don't want you to fuck me just today. If I fuck you, you have to promise me that you'll fuck me tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. I want your word! Your Promise! Will you promise to fuck me every day from now on?"
He couldn't believe it. This beautiful girl poised to impale her sweet wet body on his pulsating prick wanted him to promise this wouldn't be a one time thing. As if he would object!
Softly, he said "Becky, I promise to fuck you every day from now on. I'll fuck you whenever and wherever you want until you grow tired of me."
The young girl squealed with joy, and leaning forward she wrapped her arms around the man and kissed him, opening her mouth and taking in his tongue as she shoved her hips downward impaling her body on his prick, feeling inch after wonderful inch moving up inside of her.
She put his hands on her ass, and squealed into his mouth when he gently eased a finger inside of her anus. She bucked up and down on him, cumming twice before he began spraying his hot white cum inside of her spasming cunt.
And so, Bill Stevens began fucking the young girl every day. All through her
High School years he fucked her in her mouth, asshole and cunt.
Surprisingly, they not only did not grow bored with each other, but despite their ages, they fell madly in love. The summer after her Senior Year in
High school, they both disappeared, moving to a small rural town in Oregon.
Becky attended the local College and got her degree, and Bill worked as a local Carpenter. Though people noticed the difference in their ages, they admitted that the couple were crazy about one another.
Two months after Tom's death, Joanna was at home. The church people had all been kind, assigning her no blame for Tom's behavior. She had begun healing from the experience, but was quite lonely.
When the doorbell rang, she was startled. Most people called her, rather than having to look her in the eyes. She opened the door and Steve stood before her. He said "Hi Joanna" She mutely let him in, her heart beating rapidly.
He sat on the couch and began speaking "I have been thinking about you a lot. I've wanted to call you, but I figured you didn't need or want to see me. And I know that I said you could call me, but I've just been missing you so much…I just wanted to see you. You look Great! Anyway, I guess I'll be going. I'm just glad that you're doing OK"
He stood, preparing to leave. Joanna stood up as well, her heart beating rapidly.
She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, a look of wonder on her face.
"Steve…are you really this wonderful? You know that you can have my body.
Why don't you just take it?" She asked in a husky whisper.
"I've already told you. I won't take anything from you. I want your heart more than I want your body. I-I am sorry, but…I am sure that I've fallen in love with you. I can only hope that maybe you'll feel the same for me someday." He took her hand and kissed her palm. He turned towards the door.
Joanna stepped forward and put her arms around his waist, her body pressed against his back, her head on his shoulder.
"Steve…please stay. I-I need you. And not just today. Oh, please don't make me beg!"
Thirty minutes later Joanna Gee was sobbing through her second orgasm as her naked body bounced up and down on Steve's beautiful prick. His hands continued to wander all over her body, pinching and teasing her nipples, cupping and squeezing her ass.
Unexpectantly, he rolled her over, keeping their bodies connected, sweeping her thighs apart and her legs up on to his shoulders as he began slowly thrusting into her. As he looked down at her, he smiled, saying "I love you,
Joanna. Do you love me?"
She was still recovering from her orgasm, her hips weakly meeting his as the fires within her cunt began burning again. "Oh Steve…Yesssss! I love you.
Oh, keep fucking me!" She mumbled.
Increasing the pace of his fucking, he said "I will darling. I'm going to fuck you over and over from now on. I want to love you. Joanna, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Steve was rapidly fucking the beautiful woman.
Her heart was full and open and she knew that she loved this man with a desire she had never known before.
"Yessss, Steve, I'll Marry You! ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" And she began cumming again.
He was so overcome, his control deserted him and he began pouring his hot cream into the sucking heated depths of her cunt. "Joanna, you've made me the happiest man alive!", he said as spurt after spurt erupted from his prick to coat the deep recesses of her body.
Joanna and Steve also moved away, to a city in Maine, where they were married and had a wonderful life. She rarely thought of her past life, but knew that she certainly hadn't lived the life of the typical Preacher's Wife!