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Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 12

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex including bestiality.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex
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   At precisely 3:00 PM Julie knocked on Pastor Edward's door.  His office
was located in a wing off to the right of the sanctuary.  Except for a
board room, it was the only office located in that wing.  Classrooms and a
cluster of other church offices occupied the wing to the left of the
sanctuary.  Seeing that it was a Sunday afternoon, the church was deserted
except for the pastor.

   "Come in," Pastor Edwards called as he sat at his desk working on some
papers.

   "Hello, Pastor Edwards," Julie said as she entered.

   The pastor rose from his chair and walked around to greet the young
bride.  He was genuinely pleased to see her.

   "It's so good to see you again, Julie," he said as he hugged her.  "I've
prayed for you every day during your absence.  I prayed that God would
return you and Doug to us safely, and he has.  God is indeed good!"

   "Thank you, pastor," she said.

   "Please sit down," he offered as he returned to his chair.  "Now, tell
me what's going on.  You and Doug looked so happy and so much in love on
your wedding day.  I fully expected to see you back here the following
week, but the two of you literally disappeared off the face of the earth."

   "I know, and I'm sorry I didn't contact you sooner," she said.

   "Well, you're here now, and that's all that really matters.  I spoke to
your parents last week, and, of course, they are very concerned about you.
They haven't heard from you since your wedding day.  I hope you've been in
contact with them," he said.

   "Well, not exactly, not yet," Julie replied.

   "Why not, Julie?  Tell me what's going on.  How can I help you, my
child?" he asked.

   Julie sat back in her chair.  She was wearing the same suit she wore to
church that morning except that she no longer wore her bra.  Her breasts
were pouring out of the suit jacket contained by only three buttons that
were threatening to burst open at any time.  This did not go unnoticed by
the pastor.  He was an extremely devote man, but the sight of this young
woman displaying her charms so openly was a rare experience for him, and in
spite of everything he loved and believed in, he was getting quite aroused.
No man was above temptation.

   "Doug and I are having problems."

   "I'm so sorry to hear that.  What kind of problems?"

   "Well, for one thing we've never consummated out marriage," she said
quietly, looking down.

   Pastor Edwards sat bolt upright.

   "Julie, you mean to tell me that the two of you have never been intimate
with each other?"

   "Yes."

   "I'm sorry, my child.  Then you're still a virgin?" he asked.

   "No, I'm not a virgin, pastor.  I lost my virginity on my wedding
night," she replied.

   The pastor was terribly perplexed.  He wasn't naīve and knew that if she
indeed lost her virginity to someone else, that she had committed a
terrible sin.

   "I'm afraid I don't understand, Julie.  How could you lose your
virginity on your wedding night when you weren't intimate with your
husband?"

   "My virginity was taken by someone else," she said with her voice filled
with emotion.

   "Someone else?" he asked disbelievingly.

   "Yes," she replied quietly.

   "Was it that man who was here with you this morning?"

   "No, it wasn't him."

   "I thought you and Doug were going to Lake George after your wedding."

   "We were, but then we got a flat tire, and Doug forgot to get the spare
tire fixed.  Edgar, the man who was with us this morning, stopped and
offered to help us," she said leaning forward exposing more of her massive
tits.

   "So what happened, Julie?" he asked, trying to avoid looking at the
mountainous tits being displayed for his benefit.  He fidgeted in his chair
uneasily.

   "Well, he took us back to his place to wait while our tire was being
repaired," she replied.  "And that's when everything went bad."

   The pastor was intrigued with Julie's story, and at the same time, he
was fighting off urges that were not appropriate for a man of God to be
experiencing.  He had always prided himself on being able to control his
emotions and controlling the lustful desires that occasionally tempted him.


   "Heavenly Father, please give me the strength to resist temptation and
do your will.  Use me as your instrument to help Julie and Doug," he
prayed.

   "What do you mean, my child?" he asked.

   "Well, Doug watched while I was stripped naked and did nothing about
it," Julie said, now telling only half truths.

   "My God, what are you saying, Julie?" he exclaimed.

   "I was naked and Edgar fondled me while he did nothing.  Do you know how
I felt?  Do you have any idea?  This was my wedding night, and another man
was touching my breasts while my husband watched."

   Julie didn't want to lie like this to her pastor, but her overpowering
need to protect her sister drove her to do the unthinkable.  The tale she
was weaving even aroused her as she felt her nipples poking against the
fabric of her tight jacket.  Her cunt was wet while her clit throbbed,
driving her to distraction.

   "I'm so sorry.  Why did he allow this to happen?  You were his bride?"
exclaimed Pastor Edwards.

   Julie broke down and cried.  She knew she had to be convincing, or Edgar
would be sure to take his sister.  The pastor came around from behind his
desk and put his arm around Julie to comfort her.

   "You poor child, I can't imagine what you went through that night. 
Let's pray right now before we do anything else," he offered.

   "I would like that, pastor," she replied, whimpering.

   Pastor Edwards took Julie's hands in his and bowed his head in prayer.
He couldn't help but notice how her breasts rose and fell on her chest with
every breath she took.

   "Heavenly Father, I lift up Doug and Julie and commit them to your care.
You know what they have been through these past few weeks, and I pray for
your guidance.  Show them the way.  Give them the strength, wisdom, and
knowledge to overcome every obstacle in their lives that is preventing them
from doing Thy will.  I ask all of this in the precious name of Jesus! 
Amen"

   "Amen," Julie whispered.  "Thank you, pastor."

   "No need to thank me, Julie.  Just remember that God is bigger than any
obstacle that Satan puts in our path.  We simply need to have faith in Him
and allow Him to work in our lives.  Now why did Doug stand by and do
nothing?"

   "I think it was my breasts," Julie sobbed.  "I think seeing them was a
shock for him."

   "What do you mean?  You're his wife.  Why would he be shocked?"

   "I don't know.  I don't know why he was so upset.  Maybe there's
something wrong with me!"

   "Julie, that's nonsense.  You're a beautiful child of God," the pastor
assured her.

   "Maybe you can look at them and tell me honestly if they look normal to
you," she said as she rose to face the pastor.

   "Julie, that is not a good idea.  It would not be appropriate for you to
expose your breasts to another man," the pastor said firmly as he walked
back around his desk, putting some distance between them.

   "Oh dear Lord, please give me strength!" he prayed.

   "You're not another man.  You're my pastor, and the only one I can turn
to.  I can trust you.  You're above all those worldly things that plague
other people," she pleaded as she started to undo the three buttons that
were holding her large breasts in check.

   "Julie, please don't!" he said without too much conviction.

   The pastor stood by dumbfounded, unable to move as she undid the last
button.  Her jacket fell open, exposing the most amazing pair of tits.  Her
inch long nipples stood out prominently from her glorious chest.  She
removed the jacket and let it fall to the floor.

   Poor Pastor Edwards fell back in his chair as he made the sign of the
cross.  His mouth was agape.  The expression on his face was almost
humorous.  He had never in his life seen a pair of breasts up close and
personal.  Of course, in his younger teenage years he had seen pictures of
naked women as had most of the kids his age, but, after committing his life
to the Lord, he took a vow of celibacy.  The church did not require this
vow.  He was not Roman Catholic.  Instead he did it as an act of devotion.
He believed that he could better serve the Lord if he remained pure and was
not distracted by worldly things.  For over thirty years he had served in
the church and stayed committed and true to the vow he took in his youth.
He was a virgin.

   Now that vow and his very faith was being challenged as he gazed upon
the young bride's amazing tits, and his cock grew hard for the first time
in months.

   "Oh Lord, I rebuke Satan in the name of Jesus!" he prayed silently.

   "Do they look normal to you, pastor?" Julie whispered as she approached
the pastor and straddled his legs.  Her tits were at eye level only inches
from his face.

   "Julie, you must stop this.  It isn't appropriate," he said weakly with
little conviction.

   "Please just look at them closely and tell me if they look normal to
you," she begged as her right nipple grazed his lips.

   "Julie, please stop," he stammered.  "You look perfectly healthy and
normal to me.  Now please..."

   The pastor shuttered.  He had never felt like this in his entire life.
His cock was throbbing and ached horribly, confined in his slacks.  His
heart was racing as her stiff nipple enticingly brushed against his lips.
His lips parted slightly, and she pushed forward.  Her nipple was now
encircled by his lips, and he could no longer resist temptation.  He had to
taste her.  His lips closed, and he sucked tentatively on her nipple.

   "Ooooohhhhhhh yessssssssss!" Julie groaned as she held his head and
pushed more of her tit into his mouth.  She reached down and took his hands
and placed them on the sides of her massive tits.  His quivering hands held
them delicately as lust began to consume him.

   "Oh Lord, forgive me for I am a sinner!" he prayed.

   The unsuspecting pastor, who had remained loyal to his vow for over
thirty years, could not resist the temptation that was placed before him
this day.  Something snapped within him, and he sucked hungrily on her
nipple and became bolder as he squeezed her tits and tweaked her other
nipple.  He never knew that breasts could be so large and soft.

   Julie cradled his head and encouraged him as she herself was totally
aroused by what he was doing.

   "Yes, Pastor Edwards, suck on my tits.  I love what you're doing to me,"
she cooed.  "You like my big tits, don't you!"

   Suddenly he broke away.

   "No, this is wrong, Julie.  God forgive me for what I am doing!" he
cried.

   He pushed her off of his lap.  He needed to get out of there before the
situation got out of hand.  After all, he was only human.  He was being
tested beyond what he was able to endure.  The guilt he felt was
overwhelming as he was convicted by the Holy Spirit.  He stood up, knowing
that he must leave immediately before he did something that he would regret
for the rest of his life.

   "Pastor, you have to know what happened that night.  You must know why
I'm like this today.  How else can you help me?  You're the only one I can
turn to," she pleaded as she walked closer to him.  She leaned over and
placed her arms around his neck as he feebly tried to resist her, but his
eyes were riveted to her chest.

   "Julie, I can't.  This is a mortal sin.  I am a man of the cloth, one of
God's servants," he stammered.  "You know the scriptures as well as I do."

   "Yes, I do, Pastor Edwards.  All have sinned and come short of the glory
of God.  You yourself know that all of the apostles had their cross to
bear," she whispered as her tongue swirled around his ear.  "What about the
apostle Paul?  As devote as he was, he too had a sin that he couldn't
overcome.  Don't be so hard on yourself.  What makes you think you are so
different than anyone else?"

   Julie knew that at all costs she must succeed.  Edgar must be pleased,
or her baby sister would suffer the consequences.  She couldn't allow that
to happen.  She couldn't allow her sister to end up like her.  She would be
the sacrificial lamb and sacrifice herself in order to save her sister.

   She became more aggressive as she rubbed her tits all over his face. 
The pastor was now breathing heavily as his lips parted and again tasted
her flesh.  He loved her scent.  It was intoxicating as all rational
thought left him and lust took over.  He ran his hands all over her warm,
inviting flesh and reveled in her warmth and firmness.

   "I'm only human.  Oh Lord, why have I been tempted beyond what I am able
to endure?"

   "I wasn't totally honest with you, pastor," Julie whispered as she once
again cradled his head.

   "What do you mean," he mumbled as his lips devoured her tit meat.

   "Well, I said that Doug stood by as Edgar fondled my naked body."

   "Yes."

   "Well, actually he was tied up and couldn't help me even if he wanted
to, and believe me he did.  He was furious as he watched, helpless to do
anything about it," Julie explained as her hands roamed downward and found
the pastor's hard, throbbing cock.

   "Why did you let him do that to you?" he asked.

   "I didn't let him, pastor.  I was hanging from the ceiling by my arms. I
was helpless.  Edgar held us captive.  We had no choice.  Do you think I
liked what he was doing to me?"

   She backed off and looked at him.  She saw the glazed look in his eyes
and knew the effect she was having on him.  She too prayed for strength
from God in her moments of weakness as she imagined he must be doing right
now, and she was sure his prayers would go unanswered just as hers fell
upon deaf ears.

   "You look so uncomfortable, pastor.  Let me help you," she said.

   He dumbly stood by as Julie loosened his belt and then unzipped his
slacks and let them fall to the floor.  She marveled at the power she had
over him, and this made her even bolder.  This was a side of Julie that had
never surfaced until now.  The once submissive slut bride was now
discovering that she could control men by using her body as a weapon.

   "I...  I..." he stammered, unable to make a move to help himself.

   Julie knew she had to be the aggressor.  She had to seize this
opportunity, or she would fail!  She couldn't give him time to think.

   "You must hear the rest of my story.  You must know what happened to
Doug and me that night," she said in hushed tones as she lowered his
underwear, freeing his hard cock.  He stepped out of his BVD's.  A chill
ran up and down his spine when Julie lightly touched his throbbing cock.

   "Get the rest of your clothes off.  Make yourself comfortable, and I'll
do the same."

   Dumbly, the pastor removed his suit jacket and started to unbutton his
shirt.  He couldn't find it within himself to refuse although he
desperately wanted to.

   "Doug, to this day, has never kissed or touched my tits the way you did
just now," she said.

   "What?" he asked in disbelief.

   "Edgar won't allow it," she added.

   "Julie, please," he whimpered.  "This must come to an end right..."

   "I won't have another opportunity to tell you what happened.  Edgar
rarely lets me out of his sight," she explained as she led him over to the
sitting area in his office.  He sat on the love seat as Julie slowly
removed her skirt.  His mouth dropped open when he saw her naked pussy. 
She wasn't wearing any panties.  All she was wearing now were her black
thigh high stockings and her six inch black stiletto heels.  How could
anyone resist a morsel so tempting?

   "Oh dear God help me!" he prayed out loud.  "Give me the strength to do
Thy will!"

   His eyes were glued to her fat labia and the amazingly large clit that
stood out like a small cock.

   "Don't you want to know what happened to us that night," she said as she
dropped to her knees between his legs.  She then lightly stroked his cock
and ran her index finger over the head of his cock.  He shuddered at her
touch.  No one had ever touched him down there before.

   "I want to help you, Julie," he moaned.  "But not like this.  You need
to repent of your sins and ask God for forgiveness," he said weakly.

   "You're right, pastor.  Please listen so that I can bear my soul to you.
Hear my confession," she whispered.  "Up until this point I was still a
virgin.  My hymen was intact, and I prayed that God would deliver us from
this evil man.  It wasn't too late.  We could still consummate our
marriage."

   His cock twitched as she continued to run her index finger all over his
sensitive cock head and shaft.

   "I just knew in my heart that God would protect us.  Do you know what,
Pastor Edwards?  He didn't.  I was unchained and forced to sit on my
husband's lap while he was still tied to the chair.  By this time, Monica,
the black woman you saw in church today, joined Edgar and, while my husband
watched, she instructed me on how to suck cock and take it deep into my
throat."

   The pastor gasped.  What she was telling him was unthinkable.

   Julie then shocked the pastor beyond belief when she removed her
dentures and set them on the table.

   "What are you doing?" he exclaimed with a look of horror on his face.

   "Edgar had my teeth removed, but that's another story that I don't have
time to tell you right now." she said as she started licking the pastor's
stiff shaft.  She worked her way down to his balls and sucked on them
gently.

   "But why, Julie?" he queried.

   "He did it simply to provide more pleasure to anyone I took in my mouth.
I had no say in the matter, and it took a long time for me to come to terms
with the fact that my teeth were gone forever," she lamented.  "Do you
think that is something that I really wanted done to me?  Where was God? 
Why didn't he stop that from happening?"

   "I'm so sorry," he said.  "This man is Satanic, and you must rebuke him
in the name of Jesus!"

   "There's no need to feel sorry for me, Pastor Edwards, and I doubt that
rebuking Edgar would do any good," she replied bitterly.

   She wrapped her delicate hand around his hard, throbbing shaft and began
to stroke it.

   "This is what I had to do to him, pastor, just like I'm doing to you
right now," she whispered as she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
The studs in her tongue teased his rigid shaft.  He never felt anything
like this before in his life.

   "Ooohhhhh!" he jumped as he felt her warm, inviting mouth engulfing his
virgin cock.

   "Then Monica taught me how to take his cock deep into my throat," she
said in hushed tones as she once again took the pastor's cock between her
lips.  Her gums caressed the shaft of his cock as she took him deeper and
deeper and then finally down her throat.

   The pastor looked down in disbelief as he saw his long, fat cock
disappear from view.  In a matter of moments her nose was pushing against
his abdomen as he realized that his cock was buried in her throat.  He
asked God for strength to resist the flesh, but he couldn't deny what he
was feeling.

   "Oh!  Oh God!  What are you doing to me," he groaned.

   He couldn't believe that his whole cock was buried in her throat, and
that thought alone aroused animal instincts within him that lay latent for
over fifty years.  His ill placed arousal was beyond description and beyond
his comprehension.  He had never felt like this in his entire life.  Chills
ran up and down his spine as the bride slut expertly manipulated his rigid
cock.  He groaned involuntarily as she worked on him.  He felt so alive.

   He watched mesmerized as his long shaft appeared and disappeared between
her lips as she used her mouth like a cunt to fuck his rigid shaft.  He
could see the outline of his cock as it traveled in and out of her throat.
He prayed fervently for God to intervene and help him overcome these
lustful feelings when without any warning his cock swelled in her mouth and
then spewed forth a massive amount of cum and deposited it directly in her
belly.

   Julie groaned around the pastor's cock as the warm liquid filled her
belly.  She loved the taste of cum, and the pastor's was especially sweet.
The pastor's hips bucked up and down spasmodically as he discharged his
huge load.  His head lay back against the sofa as he groaned from the
sensations that were overtaking him for the first time in his life.

   "Mmmmmmmmm, that tasted so good, pastor," she cooed as she licked his
cock clean.  "That's what Edgar forced me to do to him on my wedding night.
Poor Doug was beside himself.  He knew I hated the very thought of taking
his thing in my mouth, and here I was deep-throating a complete stranger. I
didn't give up hope.  I still believed that God would deliver us from evil.
My mouth was no longer virgin, but my pussy was untouched by human hands."

   All this time Julie looked as the pastor and licked his cock as she
talked to him.  The pastor couldn't believe what he was hearing.  He
couldn't believe what he was feeling!  He knew that he should put an
immediately stop to this.

   "Please give me strength, Lord, to resist temptation and help this child
to return to you," he prayed silently."I need a miracle now!"

   "I imagine you haven't given up hope either, have you?  I bet that
you've been praying all this time for deliverance from the lust that is
consuming you?" she asked.

   The pastor couldn't look her in the eye.  She was right, but he blamed
himself for being weak.  There were forces working within him that he
didn't understand and that he couldn't control.

   "Doug and I could still consummate our marriage as man and wife.  Edgar
had other ideas though.  He invited another man to join him on our wedding
night.  His name was Benjamin.  He was a black man who stood 6' 2" and had
quite an impressive tool.  His cock was 13 inches long and quite thick. 
Can you imagine the horror I felt when Edgar told me that this man was
going to take my virginity while my husband stood by watching, helpless to
do anything?" Julie uttered as she straddled the pastor's legs.  The pastor
couldn't believe what he was hearing as Julie described how she was to lose
her virginity.  He spoke in tongues, praying that the Holy Spirit would
intercede on his behalf and perform a miracle.  He needed a miracle soon
because his cock once again was rock hard as Julie worked his sensitive
head between her luscious cunt lips.

   "His huge black cock ravaged my virgin pussy, destroying my hymen, and
all hope of Doug and I being united as one on our wedding night was gone.
In spite of the bizarre circumstances I was aroused and came shamelessly
before his thick black cock was even fully inserted in me.  I knew then
that I was nothing more than a slut," she uttered as she lowered her cunt
down over the pastor's now rock hard cock and devoured it.

   Pastor Edward's jaw dropped open as her cunt swallowed his cock.  He
never in his life had intercourse, and the sensations he was feeling were
so new and arousing.  The poor man didn't stand a chance.

   "Mmmmmmmm, does that feel good, Pastor Edwards?" she whispered.

   "Julie, please, this isn't right!  For the love of God, stop!  This is a
mortal sin.  Draw your strength from God, repent now, and stop what you are
doing!" he begged as he thrusted up into her.

   Julie lifted herself off of the pastor's cock and leaned forward.  Her
tits were crushed against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Is that
what you really want, Pastor Edwards?  Do you really want me to get up and
leave?" she asked.

   "Julie, this is a sin" he uttered weakly.

   Julie lifted herself up and off of the pastor's lap.  She stood there
clothed only in her thigh high stockings and six inch black stiletto heels.
She looked so sexy as she walked over and picked up her skirt.  Her tits
bounced seductively on her chest with every step she took.

   Pastor Edwards couldn't think straight.  The lust flowing though his
veins was clouding his thoughts.  He knew this was the right thing to do.
He must resist temptation and rise above the lust of the flesh.  He must
give God the victory.  He must repent and ask God to forgive him for the
sins that he had already committed.  God would forgive him.  God is good,
and as a result he would be stronger and a better person because of it.

   Julie started to put her skirt on.  The pastor sat there mesmerized by
the sight before him.  She adjusted her skirt and then retrieved her
jacket. The pastor was feeling a pang of regret as she started to fasten
the buttons once again covering her luscious tits.  At the same time he
knew that this was the right thing to do, and he had to remain strong.  He
prayed fervently to God for strength as his cock remained rock hard, coated
with the young slut's nectar.  His cock craved the warmth of her hot tunnel
as it now stood boldly at attention all wet and cold.

   "Give me strength, oh Lord, to resist temptation and do Thy will. 
Greater is he that is within me than he that is in the world."

   Julie looked at Pastor Edwards and knew she had to do everything in her
power to get him to relent and ultimately fuck her.  Her sister's future
depended on it.  She knew she could do it.  She knew the turmoil he was
experiencing right now as she stood there ready to walk out.  She had
suffered through the same turmoil herself not too long ago.

   The buxom vixen walked over to the pastor with a sheepish look on her
face.  She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

   "I'm so sorry.  I should have never come here and bothered you," she
said as her breasts hovered only inches from his face.

   "No, Julie, I'm glad you came," he said.  "That's what I'm here for."

   "No, it was wrong of me to tempt you the way I did," she said as her
breasts shimmied in her jacket, threatening to bust loose.  "I'll go now."

   Julie stood up and walked towards the door.  She held her breath hoping
against hope that he wouldn't let her go, but, at the same time, something
deep inside of her wanted him to remain strong to prove to her that good
could triumph over evil.

   "Wait, Julie!" he impulsively blurted out as she turned the door knob.

   What was he doing?  It was as if someone or something else was speaking
as he heard those words come out of his mouth.  Why did he speak?  It would
have been so easy for him to just remain silent and let her leave.  However
when he saw her luscious tits covered up and only inches from his face, he
lost all sense of right and wrong.  He knew that if he let her walk through
that door, he would never have an opportunity like this again.  There were
forces working within him that needed to be abated.

   "What?" she asked, turning seductively.

   "I want to help you.  Maybe you should tell me the rest of your story so
that I can better understand," he stammered as his cock twitched
uncontrollably.

   She smiled seductively as she sauntered back over to the man of God
sitting on the love seat with a raging hard-on.

   "Oh thank you, pastor.  I really need to unburden myself.  You're the
first person I`ve had a chance to talk to since this nightmare began," she
said, smiling at him as she removed her jacket and skirt.  She licked her
lips as she straddled his legs.

   "You are so understanding and insightful.  I just knew that you wanted
to help me," she whispered as she buried his cock in her warm, inviting
tunnel.  "My story is far from over."

   Tears welled up in the pastor's eyes as he laid his head back and
silently begged for God's forgiveness.

   "The flesh is weak, and I am a sinner," he lamented to himself.

   Julie took his hands and placed them on her tits as she rode his stiff
cock.  She squeezed his shaft with her tight cunt as he pounded her cervix.

   "That's it, pastor, squeeze my tits.  Play with my nipples.  They like
to be squeezed hard, the harder the better," she said encouraging him.

   The pastor loved her tits and silently obeyed her.  Lust clouded his
thoughts as he leaned forward and placed wet kisses all around her areolas.
He kissed every inch of those mammoth udders as she continued to ride his
cock faster and faster and harder and harder.  He buried his face in her
tits, loving the feel of her warm globes engulfing his face.

   This was all so new to him.  He had never felt like this before.  In his
entire life he never felt so alive and on fire.  She squeezed his cock with
her cunt muscles, and it sent shivers up and down his spine.

   Julie came several times as she rode the pastor's cock.  She felt so
nasty, but she reveled in the power she had over him.  She now knew that
she could get him to do just about anything by using her body to tempt and
entice him.

   "Oh God, pastor, you're so big, and you feel so good!  Fuck my pussy,"
she hissed.

   She was amazed at his staying power.  As she rode his long, stiff pole
she realized that he was no better than her.  He gave into the same lusts
of the flesh that she had given in to.  He prayed to God as she had, and
his prayers went unanswered.

   Pastor Edwards could hold out no longer as his cock swelled in her tight
pussy and then exploded, flooding her with his cum

   "Oh God, you're filling me up!" she wailed as she felt his cock spasming
and unloading his hot cum in her pussy.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh God, what have I done!" Pastor Edwards moaned as chills
ran up and down his spine.  He never felt like this when he masturbated.

   Julie collapsed against his chest, and they lay silently for quite some
time.

   "To this day Doug has never fucked me, and my mouth has never as much as
touched his cock," she said regretfully "You've done things to me that Doug
will never be allowed to do."

   The pastor was riddled with guilt for the sin that he had committed.  It
was no longer just a matter of being seduced by this young vixen.  He was
given an out, and he refused it.  The sin was his to bear.  How could he
continue as leader of this church?  How could he lead this flock when he
couldn't even control his own emotions?

   "The night was far from over, pastor.  You have no idea what we went
through that night.  Neither Doug nor I wanted any of this, but we were
forced to submit.  Doug was beside himself as he watched this black man
take my virginity.  He had waited four long years for this night, and now
all was lost," Julie whispered as she kissed his neck.

   "I'm so sorry, Julie, that you had to be subjected to such brutality,"
he said quietly.

   "I know you are.  You are the kindest person I know," Julie said as she
slid off his lap and retrieved her dentures.  She placed them in her mouth
and then continued to describe the horrors of her wedding night.  "Edgar
had more plans for me.  I was lying there exhausted from the pounding I had
received from the black man.  I thought that the nightmare was finally
over. I had lost my virginity, and Edgar had played his twisted little
game. All I wanted now was to be with my husband if he would have me, but
then Monica returned with Duke."

   "Who's Duke?" asked the pastor.

   "Duke is a Doberman," Julie said as she reached down and took the
pastor's flaccid cock in her hand.  "Duke started licking my cunt, and
before I knew it, I was aroused again.  His tongue was rough and felt so
good.  He buried his tongue in my cunt."

   Pastor Edward's face was a mask of horror.  What she was saying was
unthinkable.

   While she talked, she stroked the pastor's cock which was quickly coming
back to life.

   "I can see this is exciting you, pastor."

   Pastor Edwards was embarrassed and ashamed, but he couldn't help
himself. The tale she was telling plus the expert way she was manipulating
his cock definitely had an effect on him.

   "The dog lapped away at my cunt and all around my anus.  I was so
ashamed of myself.  Doug was still tied up.  At the same time Monica was
kissing me and squeezing my breasts.  I knew this was wrong, but both of
them got me so hot.  Poor Doug was forced to watch as I was being worked
over by Monica and the Doberman.

   By now the pastor's cock was rock hard again as she weaved her tale.  He
was fascinated by her narration and wanted to hear more.  He stopped
praying.

   "Then Monica made me turn over and get up on my hands and knees.  She
slapped my ass as the dog continued to assault my sensitive pussy.  I was
on fire.  Edgar ordered Monica to grease my ass.  She coated her fingers
with K-Y Jelly and forced one of her fingers up my anus.  She continued to
slap me hard as she added a second finger and then a third and then a
fourth.  My sphincter muscle was stretched beyond belief for the first time
in my life."

   As Monica narrated her tale of horror, she took a tube of K-Y jelly from
her purse.  She squeezed several large gobs of the substance into her hands
and then smeared it all over the pastor's cock.

   Pastor Edwards never in his life heard a tale as bizarre as this one. 
He felt sorry for what she had to go through, but, at the same time, was
getting highly aroused.  He knew this was wrong.  He should be ministering
to her, but he was helpless to do anything.

   "Oh God, pastor, I was like a raging inferno.  There was a fire burning
in me that wouldn't go out.  I was cumming almost continuously when Monica
suddenly ordered the dog up.  Out of the corner of my I could see Doug
struggling to get free.  The look of horror on his face at the sight of the
dog mounting me made him frantic.  He cried uncontrollably at his inability
to come to my aid.  Thank God he didn't know how aroused I was at that
point in time."

   Julie turned away from the pastor and straddled his legs once again. 
She leaned back against him as she took his hands and placed them on her
heaving tits.

   "What do you mean?" he asked.

   "The dog mounted me, pastor.  He was up on my back, and Monica directed
his hard doggie cock towards the only opening that hadn't been violated yet
that night."

   "You don't mean..."

   "Yes, the dog was going to fuck me in the ass, and there was nothing I
could do about it.  Even if I could, I probably wouldn't.  I was too far
gone," she moaned as she moved her hips seductively with the pastor's
greased cock trapped between her ass cheeks.

   "He didn't really..."

   "Oh, yes, he did.  He moved like a jack hammer as he pounded my ass with
all of his might!"

   "Oh, God, no..."

   "God did nothing.  In my moment of need, God had deserted me.  I could
hear Doug praying for God to intercede, but the dog viciously pounded his
big cock up my ass, and I came again."

   "You poor child!"

   "No, I liked it," she said as she reached between her legs and guided
the pastor's cock towards her small rosebud.  She pushed, and her sphincter
muscle relented as his cock head entered her ass.

   "What are you doing, Julie!" the pastor panicked.

   "My ass was full, pastor, and my breasts hung below me and were smacking
into each other from the pounding I was taking.  Then the dog became still
with his cock buried all the way up my rectum."

   Julie exerted downward pressure, and the pastor's cock started the long
dark journey up her rectum towards her colon.  She loved the feeling of
fullness as his cock violated her.  It thrilled her, knowing that she was
his first.  Her lips were the first to touch his cock.  Her throat was the
first to milk his shaft and force him to cum in her belly.  Her cunt was
the first to force his seed from him and debase him.  Now her ass was
forcing him to do the unspeakable.  A desecration that would remain
imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life.

   "Oh!  Oh!  You're so tight, Julie!  We shouldn't be doing this!" he
exclaimed.  "This is so wrong!  There are warnings against this in the
Bible."

   "Yes, it's wrong, but you like it just like I liked it on my wedding
night," she hissed.

   The pastor groaned as her tight rectal muscles squeezed the life out of
his fat cock.

   "I was exhausted and welcomed the momentary reprieve.  Drool was running
from my mouth as I fought for air.  Then suddenly the dog pushed forward
and buried his cock in my colon.  In my tortured mind I didn't think it was
possible for him to go any deeper, but he did.  At the same time, the base
of his cock began to swell.  The pain was excruciating.  His knot grew
bigger and bigger, trapped in my rectum with no way to get out.  We were
tied together.  I was his bitch," she wailed as all of the pastor's cock
was now buried up her ass.  "Just like I'm your bitch now!"

   "Dear God, have mercy on me," the pastor exclaimed, but he couldn't deny
the exquisite feelings that were emanating from his cock.  He never felt
such tightness as her rectal muscles contracted around his hard cock.

   "The dog was still for several minutes, and I could feel his drool
dripping on my back.  Then I panicked because his cock was growing bigger
if that was possible.  He was going to kill me.  In the midst of all that
pain, I had another orgasm as Monica pulled and tugged on my nipples."

   Julie rode the pastor's cock.  His cock was now sliding easily in and
out of her rectum and threatening to enter her colon.  She knew she had
succeeded.  Her sister was safe.  She regretted that she had to seduce the
good pastor, but there was no other way.

   "Squeeze my nipples, pastor.  Squeeze them hard.  I like it rough," she
moaned.

   The pastor like a zombie reached around and found her long hard nipples.
He grasped them with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed them hard.  He
reached the point of no return.  Nothing mattered now.  He had already
committed unthinkable sins against God.

   "Harder!  Harder!  Squeeze them harder!" she wailed.

   The pastor obeyed as he applied more pressure and resorted to pulling on
them hard, distorting the shape of her mammoth tits.

   "Yes!  Yes!  That feels so good.  Don't stop!  You like doing that to
me, don't you?"

   The pastor was embarrassed.  Yes, he loved squeezing and pulling on her
long, fat nipples.  It excited him.  His lips caressed her neck and
shoulders as his hands worked frantically on her tits.

   "What would your congregation think if they could see you now, Pastor
Edwards?" Julie asked, taunting and belittling the man.  "Would they think
you were the great spiritual leader you pretend to be?"

   "Stop it, Julie!" he moaned.

   He felt such shame.  He knew that she was right.  Everything he stood
for was destroyed that afternoon.  How could he be a spiritual leader to
hundreds of people when he couldn't even obey God's word himself?

   "I'm sorry.  We won't talk about that now.  I know the truth sometimes
hurts.  Let me tell you what happened next so that you'll better understand
why I am the person I am today.  Then Duke reared back which triggered his
orgasm.  His thick penis pulsed deep within me.  There was more dog cum
than any woman could hold as Duke filled every nook and cranny of my
battered asshole.  The seconds turned into minutes as his cum continued to
fill me.  Can you imagine the embarrassment I felt from having an orgasm
with a dog, of all things, on my wedding night?"

   "Oh God, you poor child," the pastor grunted as Julie worked her ass up
and down his stiff pole, faster and faster.  At the same time the pastor
became rougher with her nipples and resorted to smacking her tits hard. 
She was acting like such a slut that he couldn't help himself.  Something
evil was unleashed within him, and he wanted to hurt her.  He wanted to
slap those huge udders and fill them with pain.

   "Poor Doug was forced to watch all of this," she groaned.  "Squeeze my
nipples harder, pastor.  Come on, baby, you know what I like.  Don't be
afraid to slap them.  I like it rough."

   Pastor Edwards was consumed by lust.  There was no stopping him now as
he slapped the wanton slut's tits even harder.

   "Harder!  Slap them harder!" she wailed.

   "If she wants it harder, I'll give it to her harder," he thought as he
reared back and slapped her tits viciously.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she screamed as she rode his cock, reaming out her
own ass.  She then slowed down in order to finish her tale.

   "We were still tied together.  The dog lifted his leg and turned around.
We were now ass to ass as he pulled, trying to free himself.  I was so
embarrassed as I noticed the cameras taping everything.  Finally the dog
was able to break free, and I fell down on the bed exhausted.  I could hear
Doug's anguished cries at what had just happened before his eyes.  That was
the end of our wedding night for me."

   Julie then quickened her pace and rode his cock hard and furious,
driving the head of his cock into her colon.  It hurt, but it was a good
hurt as she rode him harder and harder.  Faster and faster she rose and
dropped herself on his stiff cock as it repeatedly entered her colon.  She
had no regard for him or herself as she forced his once virgin cock all the
way up her ass.  She suddenly stiffened as another orgasm hit her, and her
body spasmed out of control from the eruption that started in the pit of
her stomach and consumed her.  She squeezed down hard on the pastor's
captured cock.  He could stand it no longer as his cum boiled up in his
balls and spurted out, filling her colon and then her rectum.  They
languished for several minutes in the aftermath of their violent climax.

   Julie rose and stood there looking down at the pastor.  Pastor Edwards
was too dazed to move.  He was panting, attempting to catch his breath. 
The reality of what had just occurred hit him like a ton of bricks.  He was
flooded with remorse as he realized the extent of his sin.  Even worse was
the fact that he was a man of the cloth and failed God.  He was put to the
test and failed miserably.  He prayed fervently for God's forgiveness and
prayed that God would give him the strength to do the right thing.

   As he lay there on the couch, Julie stared at him.  She knew what he was
feeling.  She knew the remorse that was overwhelming him as she stood there
naked before him.  She knew he was praying for forgiveness and strength. 
He was looking to God for the strength to overcome the lust of the flesh.

   Her breasts swayed seductively as she approached him.  His cock was now
flaccid and covered in their cum.  This was the fruit of his labor.

   "So now you know why Doug and I have marital problems," she said.

   The pastor was silent.  He had no words to comfort her.  He was so
overwhelmed with his own sin.  He must be strong and rely on God if he was
ever to rise out of the pit of Hell that ensnared him.

   "Why do you stay?  You and Doug can leave, Julie, and start over," he
heard himself say.  It sounded so shallow, but he could find no other words
of advice.  He was too consumed by his own feelings of guilt, and yet, at
the same time, he felt a sense of arousal even now as she stood there naked
before him.

   Julie laughed.

   "Do you have any idea what Edgar would do to us if we attempted to
leave? He would send videos of every bizarre act we've committed to our
parents, friends, church members, and the Internet community.  He would
ruin us."

   "So instead you chose to continue to live in sin."

   "Do you think I want my mother and father to know that I've been fucked
by a dog, and that I enjoyed it!" she exclaimed.  "Do you think I like
living like this?  Do you think I like having my body used and modified by
that man?"

   "Alright, I see your point," he muttered, defeated.

   "You see my point?  Look at you?  Do you have any room to talk?  Are you
any better than me?  You're pathetic!  You were so easy to seduce.  You
didn't even put up a fight." she exclaimed indignantly.

   Julie looked down at the pastor sitting on the couch naked, and her
illusion of him was shattered.  He was the one she looked up to.  He was
the one who set the standard by which she once lived.  Now she looked at
him and felt nothing but disgust for this man.  She never imagined that he
would give in to the lust of the flesh so easily.  She put up a better
fight than he did in resisting temptation.  She realized that he was weak
and not the staunch defender of the faith she once thought him to be.  He
was no different than anyone else.  She felt deceived.

   This revelation angered her as she looked down upon him with contempt.
She did what she had to do in order to save her sister.  What excuse could
he offer?

   "Sit up straight, pastor," she ordered as she walked over and stood in
front of him.

   Pastor Edwards dumbly obeyed as the sensuous woman stood there
practically naked.  Her tits were staring him in the eyes.  He was
mesmerized by her beauty.

   "You like my tits, don't you, pastor?" she hissed.

   "Yes," he replied quietly as he licked his lips.

   "Do you mind that I talk so dirty to you?"

   "Well..."

   "Do you like it when I say tits or cunt or ass?" she pressed on.

   "You really shouldn't..."

   "You are such a disappointment to me!" she said bitterly, cutting him
off.

   "Julie, I..."

   "I don't want to hear your excuses," she said as she slapped him across
the face.  "You're no better than the perverts that prey upon innocent
women."

   "That's not..."

   Julie slapped him again, reveling in the power she had over him.

   "Shut-up!  Take my nipple in your mouth and hold on to it with your
teeth," she ordered.

   This was all new to her.  Up until now she was the one that was
dominated by Edgar and Monica.  This new found power was exhilarating.  She
had accomplished her mission and could have easily left, but she stayed.

   She twisted her body to the right, pulling on her nipple trapped between
the pastor's teeth, but it broke free.

   "I told you to hold it!" she hissed as a vicious blow fell upon his left
cheek, sending his head reeling.  The poor man was dazed by the unexpected,
violent outburst.  "You don't follow directions very well!"

   "I must..."

   His words were cut off again when she buried his head between her
massive tits.  His whole head was engulfed in the luscious warm flesh of
this wanton slut who only a few short weeks ago had been one of his
faithful parishioners.

   She pressed her huge tits against his head suffocating him.  After
several minutes he began to struggle.  Panic set in.  He couldn't breathe!
He grew frantic as he tried to free his head from the tit meat that was
depriving him of air, but he couldn't.  She was too strong.

   "You really are a disappointment to me, pastor.  I expected you to be
much stronger," she hissed.

   With satisfaction Julie felt him struggling to get free and laughed
silently to herself.  He was getting exactly what he deserved.  His lungs
ached from the lack of air that he was denied by the very tits that he
lusted over.  Julie finally relented and released his head.

   The pastor gulped in huge amounts of air as he fought to catch his
breath.  He had turned quite white and was shocked by the turn of events.

   "Wimp!  You are so pathetic!" she said.

   Pastor Edward felt miserable as he breathed heavily.  He hung his head
in shame.  How could he continue as pastor of this church?

   "Do you still like my tits, pastor," she hissed as she manipulated his
head, placing it back between her luscious globes.

   He was attempting to recover when she twisted her hips to the right and
then to the left, setting her tits in motion.  With each twist and turn the
humongous orbs battered the poor man's head which was positioned perfectly
for the tit beating he was receiving.  She turned faster and faster as her
tits battered his face at a frantic pace, knocking him first to the right
and then to the left.  The rapidity of her blows was staggering.  His head
became her punching bag.

   She wanted to hurt him.  She had been living a lie.  All the frustration
that had built up in her over the past six weeks was released on him as his
cruel punishment continued.  She was an animal out of control.  This was a
side of Julie that lay latent within her and was now unleashed by
circumstances beyond her control.

   "SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!"

   He knew he deserved it.  He had failed not only Julie, but he had failed
God, his congregation, and even himself.

   He was being knocked senseless as her tits battered his face, and he
silently suffered the punishment as penance for the sins that he had
committed today.  He wanted to be punished.

   "You gave in so easily!  I thought you would have put up more of a
fight!" she taunted him, knowing the humiliation he was now feeling.

   She finally stopped and granted him a respite from the tit beating that
she felt he so much deserved.  She reveled in the power she had over him as
he sat there dazed.  His head was reeling, and he was shaken up, but as she
looked down she saw that his cock was rock hard.  The bastard was getting
off on the abuse she was heaping upon him.  This excited her and encouraged
her to continue.

   "It appears that you're enjoying this, pastor," stated the slut bride.

   "This is an abomination.  I am a man of God," he protested, attempting
to stand up and salvage any semblance of dignity that might remain.

   "Well, your cock tells a different story," Julie hissed.  "Look at you!
Your cock is rock hard.  You like being abused.  You are such a sick
bastard!  You have no right standing in the pulpit and preaching the Word
of God!  Lie down on the floor!"

   "Julie, this must stop now," he feebly tried to resist her.

   "Lie down on the floor!  I'm not through with you yet," she said raising
her voice.  She discovered that the more she abused him the hotter she got.
Her cunt was sopping wet.

   He reluctantly obeyed, lying on the floor on his back.  He was broken.
He knew he deserved what he was getting.  He understood the outrage Julie
felt.  He had failed in his role as not only her pastor but her spiritual
leader.

   Julie straddled his face and began to slowly lower herself, anticipating
the moment when his face would come into contact with her steaming hot
pussy.

   "You made quite a mess down there.  Now you need to clean it up," she
whispered as her fat cunt lips came in contact with his mouth.  Chills ran
up and down her spine as she directed him to run his tongue all over her
cunt.  He lapped away at her sopping wet cunt mindlessly like a lap dog
unable to get enough of the sweet nectar that he tasted for the first time
in his life.  His cock was raging hard but was neglected as Julie refused
to touch him.

   "You like eating my cunt, don't you.  Reverend?" she chided him.  She
couldn't stop herself.  He had let her down.  He was no better than the
others.  The more she verbally abused him the hotter she got.  "And all
these years I thought you were such a devote man of God!"

   He wanted to resist, but her pussy was so sweet and his hard, throbbing
cock was demanding attention again.  He hoped she wouldn't disappoint him.

   She pushed down, driving his tongue deeper into her sopping hole.  His
nose was rubbing her clit getting her even hotter.  She bore down wanting
more of his tongue fucking her.

   "Oh yeah, that's it!  Drive that tongue deeper!" she moaned.

   At the same time she was cutting off his air supply as his face was
being smothered by her gushing snatch.  She didn't care.  It felt so good,
and he was such a disappointment to her.  Somehow, she thought in coming
here today, he might be able to deliver them from the mess they were in. 
God was she wrong, and this made her even madder.  She was taking all of
her frustrations out on him.

   "That's it, eat my pussy, pastor," she groaned as she grew closer and
closer to another climax.  The fire within her burned out of control.  She
grabbed him by the hair and bore down even harder, smothering him with her
cunt.

   "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh!" she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably in
the midst of another orgasm.  She ground down hard on the pastor's face as
her pussy gushed, cutting off his air supply.  She tugged on her hard
nipples as ripples of pleasure ran up and down her spine.  Her whole body
was alive and on fire as she rode Pastor Edwards' face.

   She finally settled down but remained seated on the poor man's face,
refusing him the air he so desperately needed.  He grew frantic as his
lungs fought to take in air, but there was no air to take in.  All he could
see was blackness as his face was engulfed in her sopping wet cunt.  He
tried twisting his head to the right and left, desperately fighting for
air, but Julie pressed harder depriving him of that precious commodity.  He
kicked and attempted to throw her off of him, but she was too strong.  His
struggling only served to arouse her even more.

   "Do I taste good, you sick puppy," she hissed, releasing all the
frustrations and tension that had built up in her over the past few weeks.

   Suddenly he grew still and went limp.  Julie panicked!  Did she go too
far?  Was he dead?  She raised herself off of his face.  She checked his
pulse.  He was alive.

   She kneeled over the unconscious pastor and slapped him across the face.

   "Wake up!" she demanded, and then she slapped him again.  She did this
several more times before he began to groan and finally open his eyes.

   "Oh!  Oh!" he moaned and then coughed as he fought to get air in his
lungs.  His head ached, and he was disorientated.

   "You have one more mess to clean up before I leave," she whispered.

   "Julie, please stop.  Enough is enough," he gasped.  "I can't take any
more.  I understand how you must feel."

   "You understand nothing!"

   The pastor broke down and cried.

   "Don't cry, pastor, everything will be all right.  You'll survive.  I
did," she said bitterly as she cradled his head in her arms.  "I know what
you're going through.  I went through the same way."

   "I can't take any more.  I'm such a failure," he whimpered.  "I let you
down.  I failed God."

   "God failed you.  You prayed fervently for him to deliver you from the
lust that took over and consumed you, but He didn't, just like He didn't
help me.  You were weak, and he didn't give you the strength to resist me.
You want me, and you love what I'm doing to you."

   "I tried to be strong," he mumbled.

   He was such a wimp.  She had put him up on a pedestal and looked to him
for direction in her life, but now she could see clearly for the first
time. It was as if a veil had been lifted, He was weak.  He had failed and
disappointed her.  In her time of need, he didn't come through.  Neither
did God.

   Maybe that was the problem.  Maybe she had her eyes set too much on him
and not enough on God.  This infuriated her even more and spurred her on to
make him perform one final degrading act before she was done with him.

   "Take it easy, pastor.  Everything will be alright," she said as she
worked her hand down to his raging hard shaft and rubbed the sensitive
head.

   He couldn't think straight.  Her hand caressing him felt wonderful.  He
didn't want her to stop.  He wanted to cum again.  It didn't matter
anymore. What difference did one more time make after the sin that he had
already committed today?

   "You have one more mess to clean up before we're through.  You see,
pastor, you deposited a large amount of cum up my ass.  You need to clean
up that mess before I leave." she whispered.

   Pastor Edwards looked up at her with disbelieving eyes.  His cock was
pulsating as he gazed upon her luscious body.  She stood up dressed only in
her thigh high black stockings and six inch stiletto heels.

   Before subjecting him to his final humiliation, she went over to his
desk and retrieved his belt from his slacks.  She has a deliciously nasty
idea.

   She turned away from him, leaned over, and took the head of his cock in
her mouth and sucked on it.  Finally releasing it, she lowered her ass
slowly.  She wanted him fully aroused for what she had in mind.

   "Julie, please don't do this.  For God's sake have mercy on me and bring
this to an end," he pleaded not strong enough himself to resist her.  It
was a feeble attempt on his part to salvage any semblance of dignity that
remained.

   "You know you want this, pastor, and I won't deny you," she whispered as
her ass hovered above his face.  "All you have to do is stick out your
tongue and lick my rosebud."

   ` Pastor Edwards was unable to resist as his cock grew harder and
harder. He knew that this was wrong and such a disgusting act, but he was
helpless to do anything about it.  Her ass was beautiful and only inches
away from his face as he flicked out his tongue over her rosebud which was
dripping with his cum.  He tasted the acrid mixture and cringed at the
taste, but at the same time found the sinful act highly arousing.  He
continued to lick all around her hole, taking in the foul mixture that was
pouring out of her.

   "Yes!  Yes!  That feels so good!" she moaned as she lowered her ass even
more.  "Now make your tongue hard and stick it in me!"

   Like a zombie he obeyed her as he stiffened his tongue and pressed it
against her hole.  She bore down, and his tongue entered her.  He hoped she
would continue sucking on his cock.

   "Oh God, yes," she moaned as she wrapped the belt around his cock and
pulled tightly on both ends.  "Push harder.  Work your tongue up my ass,
you bastard!"

   The poor pastor's nose was buried in the crack of her ass as she
strangled his cock with his own belt.  The tip of his cock turned a bright
red as she pulled the belt even tighter around the poor man's shaft.  She
leaned over and grated her teeth all over the sensitive head.  She finally
released his cock which was now leaking precum.  The veins on his cock
stood out as it twitched in mid air, begging for more abuse.  She pushed
harder and rotated her hips, feeling his tongue rimming out the inside of
her rectum.

   "Mmmmmmm that feels so good.  Drive your tongue in deeper!" she ordered.

   She was so close to another orgasm as she watched him hump the air.  She
felt nothing but disgust for this weak man of God who was sinning
shamefully.

   "Move that tongue!" she hissed as she doubled over the belt and
viciously struck his cock with it.

   He struggled beneath her as his cock was filled with excruciating pain.
She bore down even more once again cutting off his air supply.

   "How can you call yourself a man of God," she wailed as she brought her
arm back and swung forward, catching the head of his cock with the belt. 
She then lay into his cock with a vengeance as she struck it repeatedly.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   Muffled screams emanated from the poor man's throat, but his cries of
dismay had nowhere to go but up her ass.  His tongue was impaled in her
rectum, and he was getting light headed as the vicious blows continued to
fall upon his hard shaft.

   She saw that his cock was beginning to soften.  This would not do.  She
leaned over and soothed the battered shaft with her tongue, and then, as it
quickly began to harden again, she took it deep into her throat.  His cock
was once again hard and throbbing in her warm throat.  Satisfied, she
slowly took it out of her mouth and sat back working more of his tongue up
her ass.

   Pastor Edwards cock stood at attention ready to receive more abuse from
the wanton slut bride who rode his face with a vengeance.

   "My husband's cock has never so much as come near one of my openings,
yet you have fucked me in every hole!"

   She reared back once again and the stinging blows continued to rein down
upon his defenseless shaft unmercifully.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Mmmmmmmmmm." was all that could be heard from the clergyman, whose face
was being smothered by this twisted vixen.

   Julie suddenly froze when, like an erupting volcano, her orgasm overtook
her.  She pulled and twisted her own hard, throbbing nipples as she
abandoned the belt.  His cock was granted a reprieve as she rode his face.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, sending chills up and down her
spine.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes, pastor!  That feels so good.  Eat out my ass.  Drive
that tongue deeper," she wailed.

   Pastor Stevens struggled as the darkness overtook him.  He was
lightheaded and growing weaker with each passing moment.  The pain
emanating from his battered cock was excruciating.  His body suddenly went
limp.  He passed out for the second time.

   Julie lifted her ass off of his face and could feel his tongue as her
sphincter reluctantly released it.  He lay still.  She checked his pulse to
make sure he was alive.

   She went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

   "I was forced to sin.  He put up very little resistance.  At least I
seduced him for a good reason.  I had to save my little sister at all
costs. He had a choice.  He could have made me leave and that would have
been the end of it.  No, instead he quickly succumbed to the lusts of the
flesh.  I never had the same option."

   Julie comforted herself with these thoughts as she put on her skirt and
slipped into her suit jacket.  Then she leaned over and looked at the
pastor.

   "You are such a disappointment to me.  You were my one hope to salvage
my former life, but you failed," she whispered more to herself than to him
since he was still unconscious.

   Julie slapped him across the face.

   "Wake up!" she said sternly.

   He didn't move.

   She slapped him again.

   "I said, wake up!" she ordered once again, but he was dead to the world.

   She went back into the bathroom and filled a glass with ice cold water.
She straddled his still hard cock and buried it in her cunt.  She leaned
forward and slowly poured the ice water all over his face.

   His eyes shot open, startled by the rude awakening.  The first thing he
saw were Julie's mammoth tits fully exposed as she sat astride him with her
jacket open and his cock buried in her hot hole.  She wanted to give him
something to remember.  He gazed upon her with glazed eyes as his sore cock
throbbed in her warm, hot tunnel.

   "I have to leave.  Edgar is expecting me," she said, feigning
disappointment.

   Julie slowly rose as the pastor's cock was reluctantly forced to abandon
her warmness.  He tried to pull her down, but she slapped his hands away.

   Slowly the pastor rose from the floor.  He was a mess.  His face
glistened with the nauseating mixture that covered it.  His cock was
slightly bruised but still hard and desperately in need of attention.

   He eyed her huge tits as she cradled them in her hands and then tweaked
her nipples.

   "What are you staring at, pastor?" she said as she moved closer to him.
She then kissed him passionately, driving her tongue deep into his mouth.
The pastor was intoxicated and at the same time confused.

   Her right hand wandered downward and found his hard cock still covered
in her sweet juices.  She ran her index finger over the head of his
battered cock, and it twitched.  She then lightly wrapped her fingers
around his shaft and felt it grow even harder in her hand.  When it was
rock hard and throbbing, she backed away from him.

   "I'm late," she said, looking at her watch.  She then buttoned up her
jacket.  She leaned in and gave the pastor one last kiss, exploring his
mouth one more time with her tongue.

   He groaned.

   "Thank you for counseling me today, Pastor Edwards," she said as she
walked to the door.  She looked over her shoulder as she opened it and saw
the pathetic man standing there with a raging hard-on and his mouth agape.

   "But, Julie, you can't leave me like this?" he exclaimed.

   "I'm sorry, but I have to go!"

   "But..."

   She smiled, looking back at him, as she walked out and closed the door.

   Pastor Edwards despondently sat in his chair.  He wrapped his right hand
gingerly around his cock and began to stroke it slowly.

   "You're evil, Julie!  You're an agent of the devil sent to tempt me!  I
rebuke you in the name of Jesus!" he mumbled to himself as his hand stroked
his hard cock more urgently.



   Julie felt a sense of loss as she walked away from the church.  She
learned something today.  Foolishly she thought that Pastor Edwards could
save her and Andrea.  Her slim hope of escaping the life she now lived died
in that office this afternoon.  It was better this way.  She could never go
back to her former life anyway.  She had tasted the fruit of evil and liked
it.

   The good news was that Edgar would be elated, and her sister would be
safe.  As for Pastor Mark Edwards, he had choices to make just like
everyone else.  No one twisted his arm and made him sin.  He could have
walked away, but he didn't.  The consequences of his actions are his own to
bear.  Julie would not burden herself with any feelings of guilt.
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