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Newlywed SlavesNewlywed Slaves By billy69boyWe had a spring wedding, and we couldn’t be more in love. Our bliss was extended when we quickly found our first apartment. But it wasn’t just an apartment: we were now the proud renters of half a duplex house that was attached to our dear elderly landlady’s half of the house. Edna had lost her husband a few years back, and she seemed pleased to have a newly married couple as her next door neighbors. We became fast friends, and even though she had relatives living nearby, she got comfortable asking us to help her out with minor errands and odd jobs around the house. We thought nothing of taking over the yard work for the whole property; with her permission, of course. She even allowed us to plant flowers and bushes on her half. LeAnn and I transformed the whole back yard into a garden paradise, which seemed to delight Edna, even though she never ventured past her raised deck and came down into the backyard. Mostly, she seemed content to sit in front of her kitchen window and watch us work. She rarely left her house, and we figured she didn’t have much else to do, so we just got used to her constant presence.It was no problem for us to pick up her groceries when we did our food shopping, as she could no longer drive. She would frequently call us on the phone and one of us would go over and oil a squeaky hinge, or reach something high up in her pantry, things like that. Edna was sweet and funny, and she was always grateful for every little thing we did for her. We were scarcely even aware that she seemed to have a bible in every room of her house. The only thing my wife and I hated about our new marriage was our conflicting work schedules: I worked the day shift and LeAnn worked the evening shift at the local hospital. So, it was easy to get bored when we were apart so often. I spent my summer evenings after work puttering around in the garden, tending to our flowers and feeding the resident birds and squirrels. I was meticulous about making sure the birdbaths were washed out and the feeders were refilled daily.We had only moved in a few months before, but LeAnn and I were already pretty comfortable with Edna. She was charming in an ‘old widow lady’ sort of way, and we felt she appreciated us as renters and as friends. I would often catch her peeking out her back kitchen window at me. She would watch me as I went about my daily routine. I would pretend not to notice, but I smiled to myself wistfully, as my naughty mind figured she hadn’t had much action in a long time. Ugh, I would shoo such thoughts out of my mind at once!Did I mention I got bored easily while my wife was at work? Well, one evening I changed into a tiny pair of denim shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks. And by wearing no underwear, my manhood sometimes made an appearance if I bent over a certain way. I feigned ignorance as I went about my chores, bending over a little to scrub out the higher birdbath, making sure to wiggle my butt in unison with the movement of my scrub brush. I saved the best part for last: to clean the ground level water feature, I faced away from Edna’s window and bent over at the waist to wash it out. I could feel my skimpy shorts ride up, and my cock swing freely in the open air as I teasingly gave her a little personal show. It was bad, I know! On one level, I found my sordid little act to be kind of disgusting and in poor taste. But on some other level, it was a bit thrilling, both for me, and I suspected for her as well.I was enjoying the idea of feeding into her voyeurism, unsettling as that may be to the casual observer. After the first time I ‘innocently’ half-exposed myself to her, it became a daily ritual. Every day after work I would wear a similar pair of mini shorts and perform the same routine. It was easy to catch her watching me. She would sit at her kitchen table, magazine in hand, and pretend to be reading as she glanced out the window, looking over top of her reading glasses.One day as I arrived home from work, I heard my phone ringing even before I was able to unlock my front door to pick it up. It was Edna: she had been watching for me to come home from work and she had to call me immediately! ‘Would I have time to replace a light bulb in her dining room?’ I assured her I would do so after I took care of my chores out back. She seemed fine with that. So she took her place at her kitchen window, and I put on my usual show for her. As she well knew my routine by now, I wasn’t surprised to hear her tapping on the window pane. I looked up as I finished winding up the hose, and she was shaking a box of light bulbs at me. I nodded and gave her a thumb’s up. I purposely took my good old time finishing up out back, and I grinned at my devilish delay tactics. I stood up and patted myself down as best as I could: yard work was a dirty job, after all, and in this early evening summer heat and humidity, the dirt and dust clung to my skin; slick with perspiration. I bopped up Edna’s back steps and she greeted me with a four pack of bulbs designed for a ceiling fan, which hung high over her dining room table.”You might as well change all four,” she stated, “if one went, the others are sure to go soon enough.” I couldn’t argue with her logic, as I looked around for a small ladder.”It’s right behind the basement door,” she directed, knowing what I was after. As I set up the small two- step house ladder, she positioned herself right behind me. All of a sudden, I felt very vulnerable. I could feel my heart rate increasing, and I had to laugh at myself for being such a wuss.”I’ll hold the ladder steady,” she announced, as I protested, to no avail. “I don’t want you falling and suing me!” Once again, I couldn’t come up with a reasonable argument, so I focused on the task at hand. I was surprised how far I had to stretch in order to reach the ceiling fan, but as I did so, I felt her hands wrap around my thigh. I hesitated.”Go on! I’ve got you!” she said rather reassuringly. She held her position for the first bulb change, but when I reached up to unscrew the second bulb, I felt her hands inch up ever so slowly and finally stop at crotch level. I immediately felt uncomfortable, not because of her brazenness, but because I could feel my cock growing. I was kind of stuck, having no valid reason to stop changing the rest of the light bulbs. Neither one of us said anything as I started on bulb #3. I could feel her hands gently slide up and her fingers slipping underneath my shorts. She was now cupping my bare ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing them gently, and then kneading them rather vigorously. I tried to say something, but I was now aware that I was stiff as steel. I figured it was better to let her cop a cheap feel of my ass, thereby protecting my other equipment.”Nice!” She whispered to herself breathlessly.By now, I was nervously working on the fourth bulb, hoping to complete the task before I ended up shooting my load all over her dining room table. But Edna was also aware it was the last light bulb, and she went in for the kill: I felt her one hand slide between my legs and grip my ball sack, while she reached around with her other hand and wrapped her wrinkled fingers around my now obvious erection.Alarm bells went off in my head, as I hurriedly screwed in the last light bulb, panicking and feeling out of control. I stepped down the ladder and turned around. Edna was ready: she pushed me back until I was leaning against the edge of her table; my hard-on in full view. She didn’t hesitate. She stepped closer and grabbed my cock and squeezed it, then began slowly pumping it back and forth. I was too stunned to resist.”So you did it, did you? Are you proud of yourself?” she asked cryptically. “You got what you wanted, huh? Teasing an old lady, day in and day out, wearing those tiny shorts of yours! You think I didn’t know what you were up to the whole time?”I was shocked at her angry outburst.”Do you know what you are, young man?” She picked up a bible from the side table and shook it in my face. “You are a SINNER! That’s what you are! You have the Devil Himself in you, and you are going straight to Hell! Just like the Bible says!” she admonished, as she dropped the book back in its place.She continued with her hand job as she pushed against my chest until I laid my back down on the table, completely vulnerable. I’m sure I could have overpowered her, but I felt like I got caught at my own game. Plus, the sexual tension in the air was so thick, and my engorged cock was aching for relief.”The nerve! Sinning right in front of the Lord God Almighty!”As if on cue, she leaned illegal bahis forward and began licking my shaft. She ran her wet lips slowly up and down the sensitive underside and twirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her hot mouth. I groaned out loud and I could hear her breathing heavily as she gulped down more of my cock. She pushed my legs up onto my chest and licked my balls, taking each one into her mouth and gently suckling them. She boldly clapped her face onto my exposed dark entrance and darted her tongue in and out before replacing it with her index finger. She reamed my ass while she went back and finished me off with an intense throat fuck that was totally controlled by her.All the while, I couldn’t help thinking about her religious rebukes, and why I had never noticed her intense viewpoints before. I’m no stranger to religion, and neither is my wife LeAnn. We actually met for the first time in church. But neither of us actually practices any particular brand of organized religion anymore. I don’t know if my body relaxed and calmed down, or if it was just frozen in place, but I didn’t move. What I felt was pure ecstasy as she sucked me off with an expertise that could only come from many years of experience. She may have been up in years, but she knew what she was doing, and I just remember my body lurching, and my back arching up off the table as I filled her throat with maybe the most intense orgasm of my young life. Afterwards, she stood up as if nothing had happened. Here I was, laying across her dining room table, my cock exposed and still semi-erect, and I felt more exposed than at any time I could remember. She finally took a step back and told me to stand up; I had a look of bewilderment on my face.”So, you liked that, did you?” she snarled. “Well, believe me, young man, you have no idea what you just started, with your little backyard displays.” I cocked my head, not understanding her threat.”You think you can get away with teasing an old lady like me? Well, guess again!” I still had no idea what she was trying to tell me. I figured she must have also sucked the oxygen out of my brain.”So, are you going to tell LeAnn what you have been up to, or should I tell her?”Oh shit. Now I got it: blackmail. I said nothing. My ‘innocent’ flirting has led to this, I reasoned.”Right; just as I thought,” she sneered, as she tossed me a seat cushion from the dining room chair. “Now turn around, put the cushion on the step ladder and kneel on it. Then, rest your chest on the table. I’ll be back in a minute.” Of course, my immediate impulse was to get up and bolt through her back door and out of there. But the thought of LeAnn finding out what I’d gotten myself into kept me right there in Edna’s dining room. I needed time to figure this all out.I could hear Edna in the living room closet, opening boxes and manically rifling through them. A few minutes later I heard the closet door close and her determined strides behind me.”Oh good, so you can follow directions!” she said mockingly. “I’m sure your fresh new wife will be glad to know that.”I didn’t look back at her, nor did I move from my position. “Okay now, slide back towards me,” she said as she grabbed me by my balls and tugged my whole body toward her. She didn’t stop until my ass was sticking out as far as it would go. “Yes, that will do just fine.”I winced when she gave my scrotum one last squeeze before she turned her attention to my exposed ass. She began to massage my ass cheeks, spreading them and slapping each one, enough to give me a little sting. It was also enough to get my cock growing. Her single-minded attention started to feel really good and I relaxed a bit as she had her way with my ass. It was a false sense of security because suddenly I felt her spread my cheeks as she gently blew air on my dark ring, causing me to shudder. She just laughed, leaned over and ran her tongue slowly up and down my crack and under my ball sack, then back up again, just lightly grazing my quivering pucker each time.Wow, she is good, I thought to myself: my brown target was just twitching away as a result of her subtle teasing, and I squirmed around under her control, my body language begging for her to penetrate me with something; anything!Sensing my urgency, she concentrated on my sphincter with her pointed tongue. I let out a groan, much to my embarrassment, and to her delight. She worked my hole for several minutes, massaging my balls at the same time. My manhood was pointing straight out under the table by now, but I was in such a position that I couldn’t access it myself. I was completely at her mercy. Satisfied that I was wet enough, she stood up and slid her index finger up inside my red hot passage, causing me to exhale sharply. It came as a shock to me, happening so abruptly, but Edna didn’t ease up. After several slow plunges in and out, she managed to add a second finger to the party, and soon she was picking up speed and tempo as she finger fucked my virgin ass. I was dying to reach under the table and squeeze my throbbing cock, but she wouldn’t let my arms off the table. She abruptly pulled her fingers out, and I winced from her sharp withdrawal. It was then that I heard what sounded like metal buckles behind me, but I still didn’t dare to look back. In seconds, I felt something slippery coating my anus followed immediately by something hard pushing against my entrance. Edna managed to get the head in before gripping me be my hips and pressing forward. My body recoiled at the intrusion, but I had nowhere to go. I was helpless to resist the penetration of her strap-on dildo. Triumphantly, she celebrated her victory by increasing the speed of her lustful thrusts as well as the depth of each stroke. I was helpless to do anything but take it. She was in no hurry to stop, but she did take the moment to clarify her power over me:”You do know that you will be coming over here every day after work from now on; after you finish your back yard chores?” she asked, even as her thighs slapped against my vulnerable buttocks.I just looked down at the table and nodded silently. * * * * * Hello, my name is LeAnn. You’ve already met my husband Carl, and he has told you about Edna, our sweet darling landlady. She is so charming and adorable, and we all get along great. We have become very close in such a short period of time. We love helping her with errands and little things, and she very generously gave us permission to remake the entire backyard. Edna is like the grandmother we never had!Anyway, our little life here is really quite pleasant. Carl and I both enjoy gardening, and we were presented with an entire backyard to enhance. It was like having a big blank canvas to fill with whatever our imaginations came up with. We soon found ourselves spending most of our spare time out back, coaxing the beauty of nature into gracing our little patch of heaven on earth. The only thing we didn’t like about our newly married situation was our different work schedules. We were young and in love and we wanted to spend every free minute with each other. Luckily, our garden project gave us something to do each day while we waited to be able to spend time together, just the two of us. We had a pretty good routine worked out. I did the morning watering of the bushes and flower beds while Carl worked the day shift. If the sun was out, I would throw on one of my older bikinis and add a little sun dress overtop so as not to get burnt up. I would plant flowers and weed the gardens for an hour or two each day before getting ready for my evening shift. Usually Edna would appear in her kitchen window around lunchtime every day. We would wave to each other and I would get back to work. Sometimes I would be kneeling on a cushion, or bending over, or standing up but it felt like Edna was always watching me no matter what I was doing. I never really paid her any mind beyond that when I was working in the gardens. She didn’t really make me uncomfortable. In fact, after the sun came out stronger, I would often take my sun dress off and traipse around in just my string bikini. I liked the freedom to walk around in my own backyard almost naked, I’ll admit it. And if some old lady enjoyed the scene, well more power to her, I thought!One day I was kneeling down weeding one of the flower beds that was in view of Edna’s favorite perch in her kitchen. I happened to be facing in her direction. I found myself leaning over a little more than was necessary, exposing much of my cleavage to her prying eyes. I couldn’t quite figure out why, but I guessed my secret illegal bahis siteleri exhibitionist desires had something to do with it. But my reverie was broken when I heard Edna tapping on her window and waving for me to come in. When I reached the top of her deck stairs she was waiting for me at the door.”You’ve been working so hard today in that hot sun, LeAnn! How about if you take a break and join me for lunch?”I nodded my approval because she caught me completely off guard, and I had no legitimate excuse to offer; but I tried anyway:”Oh, Edna, just let me run down and get my sun dress…””Never mind that, dear, you won’t need it up here, so come in and sit down,” she dismissed me out of hand. I noticed that she had placed one of her bibles on the kitchen table. She stood next to my chair and stared down at me with a rather judgmental look in her eyes. Saying nothing, she slid her bible across the table, closer to me. It would be too cliché to say she proceeded to “thump” it, but she came close. She began tapping the cover, first with her fingers, and then with her knuckles, over and over, as she squinted at me with considerable contempt:”Do you know what you are, Miss LeAnn?” I stared at her blankly, not yet sure where she was going with this. “You, LeAnn, are a SINNER!”I was genuinely shocked, and I immediately ‘examined my conscience’ the way I was taught as a youngster. But I could think of no recent sins I may have committed. I cocked my head and looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. “Don’t try to give me that ‘Who, me?’ look, you little hussy! You know that exposing your naked flesh for the purpose of luring another into sin is, in fact, the much greater sin!”I still wasn’t getting it, and it made her even more irate.”How dare you tease me like you do, prancing around in my own backyard showing all that bare skin; bending over in such a way that your breasts almost jump out of those low cut tops of yours; presenting your rear end to me like that; bare naked save for that tiny thong string running between your ass cheeks!”I could feel my face turn red, as I had to admit to myself that my actions could have been perceived as teasing. But, hey I never meant to…or did I? The guilt began to wash over me like back in the day when I still believed in all that religious mumbo-jumbo they preached. “You, my dear, have the Devil Himself residing in your body. You are going straight to Hell!” She emphasized her point by sticking her finger straight towards the ceiling. I had had enough embarrassment, and I started to get up to leave, even though something inside me made me quiver with a naughty excitement.”Oh no you don’t! Sit right back down there!” I did as I was told, I’m not sure why: maybe it was out of respect because she was my elder and my landlady, I don’t know: or perhaps I was curious to see what her next move would be.”Look at your chest.” she ordered. “I mean take a good look at your nipples!” I looked down and saw that my firm nipples were easy to discern under my thin top, but I made no comment.”Your nipples!” she exclaimed, as she pointed to them,” they are as hard as rocks!” She seemed so pleased with her observation. I squirmed in my seat in anticipating of who knows what?”Take your top off and see for yourself…do it!”The angry look on her reddening face told me she meant business, so I reached around, unhooked the strap and removed my bikini top.”See what I mean? Proof that you are all excited about teasing me,” she concluded, all smug and self-satisfied. “So are you happy now? You got what you wanted? Well, let me ask you this, LeAnn: are you going to let Carl know what you’ve been up to? Or should I tell him?”Oh holy crap! I thought…she is trying to blackmail me! I stared blankly at the table in silence. But I still wasn’t sure where she was heading with all her religious theatrics.”Hah! Just as I thought! You should be ashamed of yourself, sinning like you do behind your poor unsuspecting husband’s back, and right in front of God Almighty! God Sees All and Knows All, in case you’ve forgotten! And now, He has sent me to deliver His punishment to you and to help you see the evil of your ways. Perhaps it’s not too late for you to repent: we shall see.”I was completely taken aback by all her references to sin and god and the bible, and I wondered why I didn’t notice it in her before. But I didn’t have much time to think about it now.”Get up and turn around, and lean on the table,” she commanded, as she opened a drawer and produced what looked like a folded piece of clothesline, slapping it against her palm. “You need to start with some purification if you are to properly repent,” she explained, standing behind my bent over frame. I could feel her deftly tug on the ties on each side of my thong, and it fell away to the floor, leaving me completely naked save for my pink gardening sneakers. My body shivered with anticipation and what little modesty I had left. I didn’t have to wait long to feel the sharp sting of the rope across my bare buttocks. She began slowly, preaching between strokes, but the more she ranted about my decadence, the quicker the blows came, and I winced with each new lash. My legs quivered like jelly, and I could hardly keep my knees from buckling. Sensing my loss of control, she stopped abruptly, dropped the rope and pulled a chair up behind me. Sitting within inches of me, her tone softened.”My my, such a tender bottom, and so red! The Lord must be very angry with you to tell me to whip you so hard; but He can be very loving and forgiving as well,” she cooed softly, as she began to gently massage my ass cheeks. “Hold still while I rub in some of this oil.”I had to admit, her hands felt so good on my sore bum. She had the touch of an angel, and I relaxed almost immediately, as if I fell under her spell. More oil followed, and I didn’t try to resist her roaming fingers as they soon traveled to the sides of my hips, as well as drifting into my crack.”I can see that you are becoming more willing to atone for your sins, but God has a Plan, and you will do well to allow me to carry out His wishes.” I nodded for some reason, as if her make believe instructions actually made sense. She kneaded my butt cheeks, gradually spreading them wider, and allowing her fingers to trace my crack up and down, from the top of my ass around to my very moist pussy, and up over my clit. I easily melted under her magical touch, and I offered no resistance as she yammered on and on about all this being god’s will. At this point, I didn’t care what her delusional reasoning was; she raged about hell, but I was in heaven.I can’t say I was surprised when her finger penetrated my anus. She was so smooth about it, I didn’t even flinch. If anything, I raised my rear end a bit off the table in a gesture of my tacit approval. She responded by working her finger slowly in and out, and I pushed against her digital intrusion until she was burying her entire finger inside my steaming hot rectum.”I see you like having your bottom played with, don’t you my dear?” She cooed softly behind me. I should have known she was up to something by her sweet tone of voice.I could only groan in agreement, as I stretched my arms out in front of me and wrapped my fingers around the far edge of the table to steady myself.”So, do you and Carl have ass play, do you?” she whispered, her voice cracking just a bit. I just nodded; distracted as I was by her expert anal manipulation.”Well, dear, the Bible has a lot to say about Sodomy, and none of it is positive. In fact, it is one of the MOST GRIEVOUS of sins against God!” Her voice rose with each word.Oh great, I thought, as I realized I unleashed her wrath once again.”You stay right like that, and don’t move. I must go and ask God how I might be able to save you from the Fires of Hell for committing such an awful Sin.”She scurried out to the living room and I could hear the closet door creak open (I must oil that hinge for her, I thought!) She rummaged around for a minute or two and strode back in gleefully.”Here it is! The Lord God Almighty directed me to it personally, and you are in luck!”She dangled a rubber dildo in front of my face, grinning widely. It wasn’t all that thick, girth wise, but I thought it was unusual in that it must have been at least eighteen inches long, give or take. I was curious as to her intentions, but the reality was something I couldn’t have anticipated in a million years.”God told me that if you successfully take this entire ‘purifying’ tool, he may be able forgive your Sin,” she explained, “and you should be happy to know canlı bahis siteleri that I was a nurse all my working life, and I even worked in Proctology for a time.”I will admit that I was paralyzed with fear, and I couldn’t move as I felt the blood drain from my face. Now I understood where her delicate hands-on abilities were developed; what with her career as a nurse. Being an x-ray technician myself, I developed a very high opinion of the healing abilities of nurses. I also knew they had a reputation for kinkiness that far surpassed most other vocations. Regardless, I was able to calm down somewhat, even as I was about to endure something I never even considered.”Okay, Sodomite, you will be wise to hold still and allow the Good Lord to work through me, if you ever expect to be Saved from Eternal Damnation!” She was busy getting into character, and I didn’t dare do anything to agitate her. I could feel more oil drizzling down my crack, as she patiently lubricated the dildo from end to end.”Just relax, and do not be afraid. God is Good!” I never did understand that particular phrase, but right now my attention was elsewhere. I could feel Edna pushing the head against my anus, and my own marital experience told me to try to relax and not to tense up. Fortunately, I felt little discomfort as the rubber intruder slid past my already prepared sphincter. My landlady smoothly continued, pushing the intruder inch by inch into my dark passage. I think she was praying quietly the entire time, and I was amazed at how much of the dildo disappeared into my body. I couldn’t imagine taking any more, but as if on cue, Edna explained:”God tells me you have to accept the entire length in order to be forgiven, but fear not! I know what I am doing. When I feel resistance, I just give the tool a slight twist, and it will continue to fill you up.”She pushed and pulled back a bit, then twisted the sex toy in such a way that even more of it penetrated my passage. After several more slight pushes, she finally she let out a delightful squeal as the dildo disappeared from view. She held it inside with her thumb and began to massage my spasming pussy with her other hand. It was a feeling I had never before experienced. I felt so full, yet any touching of my vagina was intensified. I wanted to feel full in my now shameless cunt too, and I pushed back against her hand, silently demanding more.”Good girl! Yes, that’s just the kind of penance the Lord wants! Take your punishment and pray for more!”She proceeded to take advantage of my wet and willing pussy, and she wasn’t shy about burying her fingers deep inside, encouraging me all the way. I had heard of fisting, and I saw it done on a few videos Carl and I watched, but I never thought I would experience it. I was wrong. I could feel Edna’s entire right hand push into me and begin to work in and out. I could hardly stand up and I was grateful for the support of the table.Her left hand stretched across my ass, and her thumb controlled the dildo that kept trying to escape from the depths of my bowel, but she kept pushing the head back inside again and again, even as she penetrated my sex with her entire fist.”Praise the Lord, girl, as I pray for your Salvation!”She must have sensed that I was on the brink of exploding, and she was so right! I found myself blurting out: “AMEN! And HALLELUJAH!” Much to her delight. And then I came with such power that the ‘tool’ burst out of my ass, barely caught by Edna. I moved the kitchen table several inches forward before my orgasm subsided, and my legs went limp. As I slithered down onto the floor, Edna helped to guide me until I was kneeling in front of her chair, facing away from her. She held onto me as I caught my breath. She lovingly rubbed my shoulders, and her easy style caused me to calm down.”LeAnn, one more thing, honey,” she began slowly, “have you also engaged in oral sex?”I nodded my head: I was married, what did she expect?”That’s fine dear, but have you ever taken Carl’s semen into your mouth and swallowed it?”I shook my head up and down tentatively: I was picking up on her line of questioning and I wasn’t surprised to learn that what I did was a Sin!”You have wasted the Lord’s Life Giving Fluid that is meant solely for procreation! This is also a Most Serious SIN! So now you have to show Our Almighty Father that you are truly sorry, and that you want to repent.”Big surprise, I thought to myself, revealing nothing to her.”It so happens that the Good Lord has instructed me to do His Work on your behalf. And once again you are lucky that I spent part of my career assisting in the Ear, Nose and Throat division of my hospital.”With that, she dangled the still warm rubber dildo in front of my face. I started to try to get up, but she pushed on my shoulders until I went back to sitting on my bent legs on the floor.”Best to stay where you are, dear. In fact, reach back and take hold of my chair legs. I want you to sit still and be calm.” As if to console me, she held my head firmly.”I want to be able to feel the bulge in your throat as you swallow this tool bestowed upon you by God Himself for your own redemption!”She seemed downright giddy at the prospect of ‘saving my soul’, but I was in no position to argue. What the hell, I figured, I was pretty good at deep throating, or so I was told by Carl.”Open wide, LeAnn, and don’t worry if you gag a little bit. You will be fine if you follow my instructions. Remember, I have experience working with throats. Lucky for you, the tool is still quite slick from performing your last absolution.”She pulled my head back and rested it between her considerable breasts, holding my throat without choking me. She put the head into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself before gradually maneuvering the shaft past my tonsils and into my throat beyond. True to her word, she was able to do so with minimal reaction from my throat. She kept telling me to swallow and to breathe through my nose, and she worked that thing down towards my stomach, all the while massaging the bulge that appeared in my throat. I gripped the chair legs as tightly as I could.”Keep going, sweetie, you are making God so proud!”I realized she was gagging me more with her god stuff than with the dildo, but I had to admit, I couldn’t believe she had fished the whole length of that thing into my body. Maybe it was her expert massaging technique on my throat, I don’t know, but I felt like one of those sword swallowers you see in the circus. And for some reason I can’t quite explain, having that toy buried deep down my throat caused me to orgasm yet again. Maybe it was a Miracle! Edna didn’t let me leave without confirming that from now on, we had a standing lunch date before every work day, lest Carl ‘find out’ about my past ‘sinfulness’. As part of my penance, she took my bikini and made me leave her kitchen naked. I protested, but she shuffled me out the kitchen door and onto her deck, and closed the door behind me. With no other options, I scurried down her steps, gathered up my abandoned sundress in my arms, and skipped up my own back stairs, hoping that none of the neighbors had seen me. I sat down at my own kitchen table, breathless. In my mind I replayed my ‘lunch’ experience at Edna’s, and I was surprised at how horny it made me. I just sat there naked, and it felt so kinky and so ‘sinful’. My hand slipped down between my outstretched legs and I could feel my clitoris swelling and kind of humming. As if possessed, I walked over to the fridge without any forethought and retrieved a fresh cucumber from the crisper drawer. I sat back down at the table and spread my legs open. I buried the cool vegetable deep into my wanton and shameless cunt, and I fucked myself into oblivion.All I can say is, the next morning I decided not to wear a bikini underneath my sundress. Instead, I chose a skimpy, almost see-through yellow dress that barely covered my tush standing up, much less bending over or kneeling in the garden. I left the top three buttons undone, so my tits were easily visible with the slightest amount of bending over. As I went about my garden work, I could feel my nipples standing at attention, and my pussy was all a quiver. I was acutely aware that every move I made was being intently observed. I could feel a familiar moistness forming between my legs, and it wasn’t perspiration.It seemed like an eternity, but I finally heard the sweetest sound; the one I had been shamelessly awaiting all morning. The tap, tap, tap of my landlady’s knuckle on her kitchen window. I didn’t look up at her. I knew. I just rose to my feet and navigated her deck stairs in measured steps.After all, I had nothing to fear; she told me, as god’s chosen assistant, that I had been absolved of my terrible sins. I was ready for anything. But I did wonder what Carl might think if he knew about me and Edna.

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