Kelli sat down at the computer, hands trembling over the keyboard, eyes already beginning to well up. She'd been played for a fool. She knew that now. Sure, she'd been honored when Roger had asked her to help with the Youth Group at church. She hadn't even wondered why so many of the women quit so quickly while Roger continued to hold his post. Oh, she'd practically beamed every time he dropped a compliment on her, especially how her figure put the teen girls to shame. The talks about sex that had been disguised as ways to "help" their youthful wards. And, of course, there was the Youth Camp trip where she'd taken the final, tragic step.

To call it a camp was a misnomer. It was really a weekend retreat to a nearby convention hotel aimed at getting the kids away from their families and peers so they could better evaluate where their lives were headed. She and Roger had just finished the 10:00 curfew check when he suggested that they hit the hotel pool, which was reserved for adults. She slipped on the bikini she'd brought at Roger's suggestion, claiming it would help the kids identify better with her. The bottom wasn't terribly revealing, though the top did accentuate the fullness of her breasts.

After a bit of relaxing swimming and splashing, she started back to her room, only to discover that her room card had somehow disappeared. Like a knight springing to her rescue, Roger had suggested that they head up to his room where he could call hotel security and wait for a new card. The first thing Kelli noticed when they got there was how cold it was. Roger must've had the air conditioner set at sixty! Shivering in her wet suit, she'd been very grateful when Roger had offered her his terry robe. While he called security, she tried to make herself comfortable on the small sofa, tucking the robe under her so she wouldn't leave a wet mark on the fabric. Unfortunately, this left her without enough fabric to cover the rest of her body.

Roger returned to report that it would take some time for security to arrive, as they had a problem in another part of the hotel. In the meantime, would she care to help him celebrate their successful trip with a bottle of wine he'd brought along? Though Kelli didn't really want to drink, Roger forced her to have a glass out of politeness. Roger never let her plastic cup get empty as one drink turned to two, and then three, and then four. That's when the night had turned into a scene froma bad soap opera or a cheesy sitcom. Somehow he managed to pour wine all over her swimsuit, staining not only the top but the bottom. Profuse with apologies, he first made as if to wipe the wine away with a napkin, but then backed away. Why not take the suit into the bathroom and soak it in the sink? While she was running the water, he would call and see what was taking security so long.

When Kelli returned to the roomRoger seemed to be animatedly discussing the room card situation on the phone. She took her seat back on the sofa, clutching the robe about her, though no matter how she pulled at it, it still seemed to leave some part of her anatomy exposed. This didn't bother her as much as normal, though. It barely even registered when Roger sat down right next to her. Security would be there as soon as possible, he told her, twisting in his seat so that his hand accidently prodded her stomach. When she let out a giggle he turned back to her, gazing at her with amusement in his eyes. Oh, so we've got a ticklish one here, he teased, this time purposely fingering her stomach while she giggled uncontrollably. As she frantically tried to fend off his attacks, she didn't even notice that her robe had come undone, baring her entire body to him.

She'd finally tied up his hands with hers and was preparing to declare victory when he bent over and gave her a long, wet raspberry square on her bare stomach, which drove her into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. When he administered another in the general area of her ribcage, she desperately tried to twist away, whereupon she found his mouth in direct contact with her right nipple. As she gasped and tried to regain her composure, small jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She became abruptly aware of Roger's hands on her bare skin, his tongue rasping across her nipple, and the hardness barely concealed by his baggy swim trunks. When his mouth finally left her breasts and traveled upwards, her lips were parted and waiting for him. She welcomed his tongue into her mouthand sucked long and hard on it. Still gasping for breath from the tickling attack, she reveled in the feel of her nipples scraping across his chest, and the sensation of his strong fingers brushing against the outside of her slit. From there it was only a short trip to the bed, where, as he settled his weight onto her and she felt his hardness penetrate her, she could almost imagine that it was Jack who was making her this hot and wet. Almost.

If it had ended there, with Roger's balls tightening and his sperm shooting deep into her love canal, Kelli would never have told Jack about it. But the combination of pleasures, both alcoholic and tactile, had put her into a complacent stupor. So when Roger continued to caress her afterwards, when his lips once again sought hers, when his hands found the cleft between her buttocks, and he urgently placed kisses up and down her sweat-soaked body, she once again allowed him inside her. And they made long, slow, passionate love, until he left another stream of his seed deep within her.

They'd met again two weeks later, in the church's classrooms, where he offered his most profound apologies. He'd never done that before. It had been the wine talking. He hoped they could still be friends. After talking for hours, he'd offered her a friendship kiss. But when his lips "accidentally" brushed hers, she didn't pull away. And when his hand reached up her dress, pulled her panties aside, and knowingly petted her outer lips, she didn't protest. He took her brutally then, on the teacher's desk, her blouse pulled open, her breasts dangling out of her bra, not even removing her panties but just letting his hard member push them aside. He came inside her with a grunt and then left without a word.

She called him two days later to tell him this had to stop. She was married and so was he. But he was still one step ahead of her. Meet me, he threatened, or he would tell her husband and everyone at church about how she seduced him. How she came into his hotel room wearing nothing but a robe. How she seduced him with her luscious lips and bouncing breasts. Kelli knew his lies would find willing ears among certain women in the congregation. So she spread her legs for him six more times, balancing the indignity of it against the embarrassment he might cause. But when he announced his intention to spend another weekend with her at the upcoming Youth Camp, she'd somehow found the courage to confess to Jack. And relieved of that stress, had discovered just how thoroughly Roger had manipulated her through her fears.

Kelli placed the final picture into the slide show...a close-up photo of a woman's pussy all covered in cum. In their last two visits, Roger had taken to ejaculating outside her vagina, as if to mark his newly conquered territory. But now, that territory and everything around it once again belonged to Jack, and she was determined to let him do anything he wanted with it.