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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades






Evangelism


"The Power of the Word network is proud to present the Reverend 
Bryce Fullmer and his wife Constance," the announcer shouted 
into his microphone.

Reverend Fullmer smiled into the camera. "Hello friends and 
welcome to our show, �Save Our Souls�. The lord Jesus Christ 
wants to welcome you into his arms."

"Would you look at that blouse Marcie�s wearing," the Reverend 
Fullmer thought, "Christ her tits are practically spilling out 
of it."

"Not as bad as I�d like to welcome that stud behind the camera 
into my arms," Constance Fullmer thought.

"Our ministry welcomes everyone who professes a love of Jesus 
Christ, isn�t that right, Constance?"

Constance smiled sweetly into the camera. "That�s right, Bryce, 
rich or poor, black or white it doesn�t matter as long as you 
want to save your soul." Constance frowned. "But Bryce, it costs 
money to save souls."

The Reverend Fullmer shook his head sadly. "It does, it does." 
The reverend smiled a beatific smile. "Folks, I want to 
introduce you to a young lady who has just joined our ministry, 
please welcome Cathy Barnes."

Cathy Barnes, her dress cut low enough to offer a tantalizing 
view of her cleavage, strolled across the stage and took the 
seat next to Reverend Fullmer. "Slut!" Constance thought to 
herself.
 
"Welcome to the show, Cathy," Reverend Fullmer said.

"Thank you Reverend."

"Cathy approached me with a problem after our show last week, 
didn�t you Cathy?"

"The only problem that slut has is keeping her legs closed," 
Constance thought.

"That�s right Reverend."

"What was the problem, Cathy?"

"The devil had taken over me," Cathy said softly.

Constance gasped theatrically. "Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer and 
save this soul," she murmured.

"What did I do?" Reverend Fullmer asked.

"Probably fucked her until she passed out," thought Constance.

Cathy smiled the smile of the saved. "You drove the devil from 
my body," she said.

Reverend Fullmer thought about that exorcism. How he had 
explored every nook and cranny of that body, searching out the 
devil and driving it from her. He especially loved being deep in 
her bowels while she moaned and writhed underneath him as the 
devil left her and the rapture of God overtook her. "What did I 
do then?" he asked.

"You baptized me."

"Yes I did." Reverend Fullmer could picture her lying there. 
Thick ropy strands of semen covering her face from forehead to 
chin.

"Praise the Lord," Constance shouted.

"Yes praise the Lord," Reverend Fullmer said. "Friends, I want 
to save more people like Cathy." He patted Cathy�s hand. "But as 
Constance pointed out it takes help from you to make it 
possible. We need your love offerings to allow our ministry to 
grow and save more souls." He glanced over at Marcie, her tits 
still threatening to burst out of her blouse. "I�d like to shoot 
a love offering all over them," he thought.

"We need your offerings so that we can save others like my 
sister in Christ, Cathy," Constance said. "I wonder if the slut 
knows how to lick a pussy," she thought. "For a limited time, if 
you send in an offering of $25 or more, we will send you this 
beautiful Bible autographed by Reverend Fullmer and me. Please 
be generous."

"Yes friends, be generous. Souls are at stake. Our Lord Jesus 
Christ needs all the soldiers we can muster for him in his 
battle against Satan." Reverend Fullmer pulled a piece of paper 
from his pocket. "Friends, I want to read a letter I received 
this week from Gina Stevens who lives in Sacramento. "Dear 
Reverend, I need your help."

"I bet she does," thought Constance.

"Satan has a hold of me. He makes me do wicked and depraved 
things."

"That ought to be right up your alley, Bryce," thought 
Constance.

"I pray, but it seems like God doesn�t hear my prayers. Please 
help me save my soul! Signed Gina Stevens. Well Gina, God has 
heard your prayers! I�m going to drive Satan from your body just 
like I did for Cathy here. Our friends in Sacramento have found 
Gina and even now she is on her way to our church. I will save 
her soul!" he shouted.

"Praise God!" Constance shouted. "Christ just what we need, 
another fucking slut for him to play with," she thought. "How 
come well-muscled guys hung like horses never need to be saved?" 
she wondered.

"You know Constance and I were praying to God last night, asking 
him for guidance."  Constance raised her hands in front of her 
in prayer.  "That�s not quite true," he thought, "Constance was 
the one talking to God and moaning in tongues while my cock 
pounded in and out of her juicy snatch."

"God told us to search out people possessed by Satan. To drive 
Satan from their bodies and to wrap them in his ever loving 
arms. Folks, help us do God�s work. You don�t have to send us 
$25, send what you can afford. Ask yourselves, what�s more 
important than saving our souls?"

"Amen," moaned Constance.

"Cut, that�s a wrap," screamed Marcie, her breasts heaving at 
the effort.

Bryce Fullmer walked over to her, leering down at her breasts. 
"That�s quite a blouse," he said.

Marcie smiled up at him. "This thing? I don�t know why I wore 
it. I guess it was just the devil in me," she said winking at 
him.


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Evangelism