I am pinned against a large magnolia tree. The body thrusted up against mine belongs to the middle Richardson brother, Jeremy. I am older than he is. By about two years. His body still bears the distinct mark of youth. He is virtually hairless; I don't suspect he has to shave everyday. His skin is smooth and transluscent. We are the same height but he is strong and somewhat powerful. He can pick me up and carry me around with the same level of proficiency that I could carry a handbag.

This is the third time that we have met in some clandestined location like this. The first time was in his bedroom during a Fourth of July picnic. While everyone else was in the backyard enjoying the fireworks, Jeremy and I were dry humping each other into a stupor. The second time was at the movies. Our mothers decided that they needed adequate time to go shopping. Mine, to buy my "first semester at college" clothes, and his to buy him a "first year at private school" uniform. We were sent away with twenty dollars, respectively. Since I was old enough to get into Rated R movies, we picked one that neither of us had any interest in paying attention to. Then used our hands on each other the whole time.

Now...we're here. In a different venue.

Jeremy is dressed like any good southern boy in a crisp white button down shirt and a pair of creased khaki pants and brown Oxford shoes. His hair is sandy blonde and his bangs fall gently over his right eye.

My skirt is turquoise and made from starchy, heavy cotton. It is hiked up around my waist. My panties are hanging from a branch overhead. How they've gotten up there is as much a mystery to me as the meaning of life itself. Jeremy's left hand is kneading my breasts like dough underneath my sweater set, while his right hand works double duty holding me up and gripping my thigh.

In my hand is his cock. It's hard now because I've been stroking it a rather dangerous distance from my pussy. I like playing with fire by geting him off like this. One squirt in the wrong direction and we might become parents...

There is no snappy dialogue between the two of us. Jeremy's breath pulsates in my ear. His hips pump into my palm: 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.

My nipples have swelled into hard little rocks. It's a new sensation for me. So is all the wetness from my cunt. It's forming a little puddle on the front of Jeremy's pants. His fingers probe the inner folds of my pussy. It's warm and cavernous. He tickles the inner folds, then jams them upwards toward my cervix.

The roughness from the tree will end up leaving a nasty vertical scar on my back, as well as innumerable scratches from the nape of my neck down to my ass.

But this is no match for the Karmic damage I am doing to myself.

You see, Jeremy is the preacher's son.

Not only that, but I am boning the preacher's son on a tree located behind our church. It's Sunday morning.

We're SUPPOSED to be stacking hymnals...

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. © 2006.