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Door to Door Church Whore (MF, rp)
Red Eye Productions (c) 1997

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If you aren't 18, don't read this.



From the book "Door to Door Church Whore" a cyberpunk novel available
from Red Eye Productions. Http://www.redeye-prod.com.

                          Chapter One



     Amy smiled as she made her way up the short path to the door of
the Potters.
     Amy was a pretty woman, with flowing gold hair that extended past
her waist. She was out preaching the word of the gospel door to door
today, and she knew the Potters would be open to what she had to say.
     Amy knocked on the door, listening quietly as she heard footsteps
cross the floor to the door. She knew she would have some explaining to
do to Joanne, but she knew her friend would take what she said the right
way.
     Bill opened the door, smiling at Amy as he did. He opened it wide
enough that Amy could easily enter, so she quickly walked in, not
knowing that she was sealing her own fate.
     Amy stood there as Bill closed the door. She didn't see him lock it
as he pointed her at the couch.
     "Have a seat," said Bill in a kind voice.
     Amy headed for the big couch, grateful for a chance to get off her
feet. So many people in the neighborhood, so many slammed doors in her
face.
     Bill was happy with his plan. He went to the foot of the stairs.
     "Joanna, Amy is here."
     "I'll be right down."
     Bill knew this was a lie. As He walked around the couch, he quickly
unzipped his pants. His prick, already hard again, started to wave as he
went to where Amy was.
     Amy heard Bill, saw Bill stand i n front of her, and she looked up.
She screamed when she saw his prick, but she only got out one scream
before he slapped her, then forced his prick in her mouth.
     Bill had never felt as elated as he did right now, at this moment.
To be able to look down and see his prick in the mouth of someone like
Amy was overwhelming.
     Amy choked as Bill started to work in and out of her mouth. This
turn of events had taken her by surprise. For him to slap her was one
thing, but now he was debasing her.
     Bill really didn't care right then about Amy or her feelings. His
prick was in Amy.s mouth, and he found that she choked and gagged when
he grabbed the back of her head and thrust in.
     Amy had never been very comfortable with this act. Her husband, who
had been her only lover, had enticed her to do this act, but she had
always been slightly disgusted by it. Now her disgust was complete and
total.
     Bill thrust his prick as far in Amy's mouth as it would go, feeling
the sides of her mouth, then the curve of the back of her throat. Her
gagging was getting louder.
     Amy could feel her air quickly disappearing, and she was becoming
more frantic when it came to breathing. Bill was cutting off her air
supply, but nothing she did got him to go faster.
     Bill kept pulling Amy closer and closer to his groin. God, did she
have a mouth! He moaned when he felt her suddenly suck him deeply, then
run her tongue along his prick.
     For Amy, there had been no choice. If she didn't do this, she would
be unconscious from a lack of air. She sucked as hard as she could on
Bill's prick.
     Bill twirled his fingers in Amy's hair as he peaked, shooting wave
after wave of his jizz in the church woman's mouth, smiling as he
continued to work in and out.
     Amy had held her breath, hoping she could spit Bill's jizz back in
his face. But he kept his prick in her mouth in such a way that she soon
had no choice but to swallow.
     Bill had never felt quite as powerful as he did right now. Sure, he
could fuck his wife anytime and get her to do what he liked. But
everyone knew how religious Amy was. To force her to swallow was a
momentus occasion.
     Amy started to cry again, and when Bill pulled his prick out of her
mouth, she gave a small choke, then collapsed on the large couch,
sobbing as she did.
     Bill had no sympathy for Amy. He didn't have time for that right
now. What he did have time for was slapping Amy as hard as he could
across the face.
     Amy's head came up, and she screamed when Bill ripped her blouse
off of her. She crossed her hands over her bra, over her chest, but the
look in Bill's eyes told her that her nightmare had just begun.
     Bill had to admit, he was impressed. Amy usually wore such modest
clothes, he had never realized just what a nice chest she had until just
now.
     Amy's shrill screams became even louder, when Bill slapped her
again, then ripped her bra off of her. Her hands could barely cover the
white breasts.
     Bill was getting hard again. Amy had no tan lines, because she
didn't allow herself to lie in the sun. He had caught a glimpse of one
of her nipples, and was surprised at its size. It was silver dollar size
at least.
     Amy didn't know how to handle the attack. On the one hand, she had
her modesty to think of. On the other hand, Bill's wife was just
upstairs, and she should be told of what her husband was doing.
     Bill now ran his hands along the skirt of Amy. He had to smile as
her own hands came down to try and keep her skirt right where it was.
Amy's heaving chest was just that much more impressive now that he saw
it.
     Amy knew, instinctively, that this was the fight of her life. If
she lost her skirt, there was no telling just how far Bill might go with
her.
     Bill surprised Amy. He slapped her, then sucked one of her nipples
in his mouth. As her hands came up, he bit on her nipple as hard as he
could.
     Amy screamed in pain, then surprise, as Bill ripped her skirt off
with one strong, single pull. She lay on the couch, her tears now
falling quickly.
     Bill was stunned. Amy wore white panties, but these were not the
usual panties his wife wore, his daughters wore. These were much
different.
     Amy was more modest than a lot of religious women. She didn't
believe in sex except when it was for having a baby, and her husband had
always understood.
     Bill had never seen panties that came up so far. Even Amy's belly
button was covered. Looking down, though, he saw quite an impressive
bulge between her legs.
     Amy felt Bill's hands on the hem of her panties. She now slapped
him as hard as she could, trying anything she could think of to throw
him off of her.
     Bill smiled when he felt the slap. He now reared back and slapped
Amy, then ripped her panties off of her, listening to her scream in the
process.
     Amy brought her hands down, but Bill could see it was a losing
effort. He had to stare. What man wouldn't? Amy had one of the most
impressive pussies he had ever seen.
     Bill had never seen such a thick forest of golden hair between a
woman's legs. He had never seen a pussy closed so tightly. After all,
Amy did have a daughter. And Bill was surprised that her pussy bulged
out so well, so far.
     Amy stared at Bill, looking in his eyes. She was scared of what she
saw, and when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her ankles, she
screamed loudly.
     Bill reveled in the feel of power. He was spreading Amy's legs as
far open as he could, he was staring at the line of her pussy, the
forest of hair, which showed no pink as he stood there.
     "Ohhhhh myyyyy Goodddddd!" screamed Amy hysterically. "Nooooooo!
Stoppppp! Pleasseee!"
     Bill now brought up his prick, placed himself as best he could with
a struggling, crying woman, then reared back and thrust as hard and as
deep as he could into Amy's pussy.
     Amy screamed as Bill stroked down and in, thrusting deep inside the
thick golden fleece between her legs. She couldn't believe the pain, the
agony, the shock.
     Bill knew he would have to work fast. Elements were working against
him. Fucking Amy had always been a wish of his, and his wish was quickly
becoming true.
     Amy screamed with every stroke as she felt Bill thrust in and out.
She slapped him across the face, she kicked him, but all he did was keep
working in and out.
     Bill was surprised at just how tight Amy was. She did have a
daughter. She was a married woman. He remembered from talking with Gary,
Amy's husband, that she didn't like to fuck a lot.
     Amy could feel her breath, her fight, quickly leaving her. The pain
was so intense, and she was so dry, that every move Bill made felt worse
inside her.
     Bill was all the way in Amy. Her thick fleece tickled his own pubic
hair as he thrust deeper and deeper in Amy, enjoying the tears, enjoying
the sight of agony on her face, enjoying the feel of her pussy.
     Amy was in shock. She had been going door to door for several years
with no problem. Now she was lying on the couch of one of the church's
biggest supporters, having her brains fucked out.
     Bill went faster and faster, reveling in the fucking of Amy. Her
high and mighty attitude, her holy attitude was gone now. Now all she
did was scream as he fucked her.
     Amy started to drop her klegs to the side. She didn't have the
energy to protest anymore. Bill was between her legs, and she couldn't
move him.
     Bill drove his prick deep and hard into Amy's pussy, every stroke
better than the last. Only when he looked down, only when he heard her
scream, only when he felt her pussy muscles grip him tightly, did he
peak.
     Amy was crying as she felt Bill's jizz shoot in her pussy. She knew
then that her sex life was over. Her husband would never touch after
what Bill was doing.
     Bill continued to work in and out for several moments, enjoying the
feel of Amy's pussy even as he softened. She was sobbing, she was crying
as he pulled his prick out of her.
     Amy didn't know how to handle what was happening to her, what had
happened to her. She had always been such a good person. For this to
happen was a shock.
     Bill sucked on, then bit both of Amy's nipples. He could feel his
prick starting to harden again even as he rolled off of Amy slightly,
watching her cry.
     Amy rolled away from Bill, away from the man that had raped her.
She closed her eyes as she started to cry again, crying harder than she
ever had for her life.
     Bill had thought he couldn't be shocked again, but he saw he was
wrong. Amy's rounded, ivory white ass jiggled as she lay on the couch,
her every move reflected in the cheeks of her ass.
     Amy moaned when she felt Bill roll her on her stomach. Amy and her
husband never experimented with sex, so she had no idea of what Bill was
planning.
     "Noooooooo!" she shrieked loudly. "Ohhhhh Goodddd! Whhatttttt?
Pleasseee! Stoppppp!"
     Bill placed himself as best he could, then reared back and thrust
as hard and as deep as he could into Amy's ass, surprised at the extreme
tightness.
     Amy shrieked as Bill thrust again in her ass, this time entering her
ass all the way, with a loud moan. As he started to work in and out of
her ass, Amy wildly shook her head, golden hair flying as she tried to
handle the pain.
     Bill was in just as much pain. He had never had this much trouble
when he fuked his wife's ass. Then he realized that Anmy had probably
never done this.
     Amy shrieked when she felt Bill start to work even faster in and
out of her ass. She could see stars as she felt him thrust deeper and
deeper.
     Bill could feel his groin exploding, and he knew he had to be
careful. He wanted to enjoy fucking Amy's ass, and he couldn't do that
if he got off too quickly.
     The incredible pain was quickly filling every fiber of Amy's being.
She shook left, then right, trying to escape, but she knew Bill was too
deep in her ass for that to succeed.
     Bill went faster and faster, his mind reeling with what he had
done, with what he  was doing. The jiggles in Amy's ass were being
caused by his prick going in and out, and he enjoyed the feeling as she
screamed hysterically.
     Amy just wanted Bill out of her ass. She kept screaming, kept
sobbing, hoping that Joanna, Bill's wife would hear her and come rescue
her.
     Bill finally thrust as hard as he could, as deep as he could, into
Amy's ass, feeling her ass muscles milk him as he peaked, his jizz
shooting deep in her ass.
     Amy shrieked as she felt Bill continue to work in and out of her
ass. There was no justice in the world, and she again started to cry and
sob.
     Joanna had watched with a growing smile as her husband fucked Amy's
ass. She had always enjoyed the act, but she could see from Amy's face
that she hadn't enjoyed it.
     Bill looked up, seeing his wife staring down at him. But she wasn't
glaring angrily, rather she had an excited look that he had seen more
than once.


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