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entirely coincidental.

At Play In the Bushes of the Lord
By
Norm DePloom

Martha stood beside her new husband on the porch of 
the mission house and watched the small steam powered 
riverboat puff it's way down river and disappear 
around the distant bend.  She mentally reviewed the 
strange turn of events in her life that had brought 
her to this remote South American outpost.  Her goal 
was not so much to feel happy as it was to feel 
contented with her life.  Mark's unpleasant attitude 
must be from the strain of the trip, she thought, 
things will get better now.  

As the mousy daughter of a minister she had felt 
flustered at the attention paid to her by the handsome 
missionary living with them during his year long leave 
from the mission field.  Martha had just turned 
eighteen when he arrived, and Mark was almost forty, 
but her parents did not seem to mind the age 
difference.  When she mentioned his age to her mother 
she told her that a young girl needed an 'older more 
responsible' man to take her in hand and 'protect and 
guide' her.  Martha was frightened by Mark's stern 
visage, but as a young girl Martha had dreamed of 
being a missionary, and 'preaching the gospel' to the 
'savages' of the world, and in other ways Marks stern 
demeanor was comfortingly paternal.

On the night before the wedding, just one week before 
they boarded the ship her new husbands return to his 
mission post, her mother, with great embarrassment, 
and much use of euphemisms explained her wifely duties 
to her.  Her mother told her that she would be 
expected to perform her 'wifely duties' any time her 
husband wanted, but that since Mark was a 'good 
Christian man' he would be gentle and not expect too 
much of her.  It was explained to Martha that these 
'wifely duties' were the price women had to pay for 
the honor of 'baring children for the Lord'.

The next afternoon they were married in a simple 
ceremony performed by her father.  They left that 
evening, by train, for New York, where they would 
purchase the supplies for their coming trip to the 
mission post.  Despite the 'dire warnings' of her 
mother about her 'wifely duties', Martha's wedding 
night was spent dosing on the train listening to the 
clickity-clack of the wheels carrying them closer to 
their destination.  Martha had expected to see at 
least some of the great city of New York while they 
made their purchases, and prepared their luggage for 
the boat trip to South America.  

She was disappointed when Mark put her in a cheap 
Hotel room and insisted on doing all of the shopping 
alone. He even took responsibility for buying her 
clothes, saying he knew what she would need when they 
arrived at their new home. Martha occupied her days by 
reading her Bible; writing in her journal, and 
'really' cleaning the room after the maids were done.  

Martha avoided talking to the maids, they seemed very 
low and disreputable to her.  The conversations she 
overheard seemed to indicate that more money was to be 
made by being 'friendly' with the customers, than by 
cleaning their rooms.  Martha did not have the 
experience to really know what these women were 
talking about, but she guessed that it had something 
to do with 'harlotry'.  Martha had no real knowledge 
of what a 'harlot' would do, except that it must be 
something so degrading that a husband would not even 
ask his wife to do it.

The day they were to board the ship Martha was again 
left alone in the room while Mark made last minute 
purchases and arrangements.  Sitting in the room, her 
bags packed and ready to go, Martha wrote in her 
journal about her confusion.  Mark had made no attempt 
to have her perform her 'wifely duties'.  From the 
first night she had been prepared to be guided by her 
husband, doing whatever he asked of her.  

Nervously she had waited each night for Mark to touch 
her, to indicate some desire for her.  Now she pored 
out her disappointment and hurt on the pages of her 
journal.  When Mark, and some rough looking men, 
showed up to collect her and the luggage Martha was 
relieved.  The weather had been warming, and the tiny 
hotel room was becoming unbearably hot.  Martha fanned 
herself and delicately pulled at the collar around her 
neck as they were driven to the docks.

The trip to South America aboard the tramp steamer had 
been miserable.  The crew was dirty and obscene.  The 
officers were only slightly better.  The cabin was 
even smaller, and hotter than the hotel room had been.  
Despite the oppressive heat Martha chose to stay in 
the cabin as much as possible, and only go out on deck 
in the company of her husband.  Mark on the other 
hand, spent much of his time socializing with the 
officers, and men of the small ship.  He seemed to get 
along with these disgusting people much better than 
Martha thought a 'good Christian man' should.

Each leg of the journey led them to smaller dirtier 
quarters, fouler dirtier people and hotter more humid 
weather.  Mark had stopped talking to her except to 
issue orders as to where she was to stay, and how long 
she would have to wait until he returned from making 
arrangements for the next leg of the trip.  The final 
segment aboard the small steam powered boat up the 
river to the remote station had been the worst.  

The 'captain' of the boat was a filthy, foul smelling, 
booze-guzzling dwarf that looked like some depraved 
gnome from a children's fairy tale.  He continued to 
stare at her, and make comments to Mark in some 
language unknown to Martha.  Although she could not 
understand the language, Martha was sure the comments 
being made about her were obscene and uncomplimentary, 
she began to get angry at Mark for not reprimanding 
the disgusting little creature.  Once, when Martha 
started to question Mark about allowing this behavior 
to continue, he glared at her with obvious scorn and 
malice, then spoke apologetically to the awful little 
man, who dissolved in paroxysms of laughter and made 
obscene gestures.

Finally everything was off the boat, the mission house 
was opened, she was ready to start the task of 
cleaning it, and making it a home, and the evil little 
man was disappearing down the river.  Surely, she 
thought, Mark will be his old caring self now.  Mark 
turned to her, 

"Come with me." Was all he said, then turned and 
walked back into the mission house.  As Martha turned 
to follow her husband, it suddenly struck her that she 
was all alone with a man she barely knew, she had no 
way to communicate, and no one to ask for help if she 
needed it.  She was totally dependent on Mark, and the 
thought frightened her.

The mission house centered on the largest room, the 
'sanctuary' where they would be holding services for 
the converts.  The front door led from the porch to 
the sanctuary, behind and to the side of the altar at 
the far end of the room was a door leading into their 
living quarters.  The living quarters consisted of a 
bedroom, a kitchen, a 'family' room and a small 
office.  

A door in the kitchen led to a back porch where there 
was a shower, and a path leading to a small building 
at the edge of the clearing.  Martha followed her 
husband down the isle between the wooden benches, 
around the altar, and through the door into the Mark's 
office.  Mark moved the chair from behind the desk and 
sat down.

"Come over here." He ordered sternly.  Martha walked 
over and stood in front of her seated husband.  
Without any warning or explanation Mark reached under 
her dress and began to pull her panties off.  Martha 
started to pull back and protest.

"Stand still."  The menace in Marks voice frightened 
Martha.  She stood still while her husband pulled her 
panties down around her ankles.  Having someone else's 
hands touching her thighs, and pulling her panties 
off, was a new experience, and despite her fear, a 
pleasant one.  

"Step out of them." Martha obeyed, and stepped out of 
the panties, Mark picked them up and held them.  "Go 
to the bedroom and bring me all of your panties, bras 
and slips" Mark commanded, then added "NOW!" when she 
did not respond immediately to his order.

Martha walked in a daze through the family room to the 
bedroom.  She felt strange without panties on.  She 
had never in her whole life gone without panties 
except when she was taking a bath.  She had to admit 
the dress moving against her bare butt did feel 
exciting.  

Martha quickly hid one bra and one pair of panties in 
the back of her drawer, then gathered up the rest of 
them and returned to her husband's office.  Her 
feelings of confusion and fear increased as she walked 
back into the office and saw her husband holding her 
dirty panties up to his nose and inhaling deeply 
through them.  What kind of pervert have I married, 
she wondered.  Mark took the bras and panties from his 
wife.

"Are you sure you brought me all of them?" he asked.  

"Yes" Martha answered after a brief hesitation. Mark 
looked at her skeptically.

"Before I count these, and punish you if they are not 
all here, I will give you a chance to go back and 
search your drawer to make sure you did not 
'accidentally' miss any.  Because, if you deliberately 
disobey me at any time I will have to punish you 
severely."   Mark looked at his wife, hanging her head 
in confusion.

"Now, go back and check, just to make sure." Martha's 
mind reeled as she returned to the bedroom to retrieve 
the missing underwear.  Her mind spun with questions, 
why is he being so mean, why did I come here, why am I 
getting so wet 'down there'.  Martha returned to her 
husband with the missing garments.  Mark took them and 
added them to the pile on the desk.

"There is still one bra you haven't given me.  Take 
off the one you are wearing."  Martha went back to the 
bedroom, removed her bra, put the dress back on, then 
returned to her husband with the last of her under 
garments.  All of the dressed Mark had purchased for 
her had long tight sleeves, a tight bodice with 
buttons running down the front to the belted waist, 
and a full skirt down almost to the ankles.  

Walking back to the office she felt her nipples 
getting hard.  She had never been without a bra, 
except to bathe of sleep since her breasts first 
started developing.  Like the rubbing of the dress 
against her but, the material rubbing against her 
gently bouncing breasts was a new and stimulating 
experience.  Martha returned and stood in front of her 
husband her face red with shame, her last bra in her 
outstretched hand, her nard nipples poking against the 
material of her dress, and her 'place' wet and open.  
Mark took the bra, then picked up a pair of scissors 
and began to cut the bras and panties into useless 
pieces.

"You will have no further use for these.  From now on 
you will wear only the dresses I purchased for you.  
Do you know why you will not be allowed to wear 
panties?"  Martha shook her head 'no'.  Mark reached 
up under her dress and felt her wet cunt.  "You are 
not allowed to wear panties because, as my wife, you 
must be available at all times to satisfy my sexual 
needs."  He pushed a finger into her wet opening.  
Martha gasped, and her body jerked.  She had never 
been touched there.  "In other words," Mark explained, 
"when I want to fuck you I don't want to have a pair 
of panties in my way."

Martha's face turned deep red in embarrassment, her 
eyes leaked tears of shame, how could her 'good 
Christian' husband talk to her this way.  Marks thumb 
rubbed against her clit as he pushed his finger back 
inside her and Martha felt like a jolt of electricity 
had run through her body.  Martha felt shame that her 
husband would treat her like this, she felt even 
deeper shame that her body would react as it was.  
Mark pulled his finger out of her wet hole and let her 
dress drop to the floor.

"Kneel down in front of me."  Mark pulled her down to 
her knees between his legs.  "Do you know why your not 
allowed to ware a bra?"  Martha shook her head 'no', 
tears running down her red face.  She wanted to run 
into the jungle and hide in shame, but she couldn't, 
she was trapped.  She was more afraid of the jungle 
than she was of Mark.  Mark began to unbutton the 
front of her dress.  "I like breasts, " He unbuttoned 
her dress down to the button just below her tits, 
then, reaching in he pulled each breast out and left 
it hanging over the top of her dress. "and from know 
on I want to see yours all of the time."  Martha 
squeezed her eyes shut in shame and sobbed as tears 
streamed down her cheeks.

"Why," she sobbed "why are you doing this to me?"  She 
clung to his knees and her whole body shook with her 
sobs.

"Because I want to.  You are my wife.  You promised to 
obey me.  Do you want to break your wedding vows 
already?"

"NO!" Martha sobbed, breaking your wedding vows was 
one of the worst things a woman could do.  She would 
obey him like she had promised, no matter how 
humiliating it was, but she wondered again, why were 
her nipples so hard, and why was she so wet 'down 
there'.  Mark lifted her by her shoulders.

"Up straight, just because you're kneeling, don't 
slump over."  Martha straightened her back, and 
stopped sobbing.  Mark gently grasped her breasts, and 
rubbed them, concentrating on her already hard 
nipples.  Martha moaned as another gush of wetness 
flowed over the walls of her still virgin cunt.  

"Do you know what a 'blowjob' is?" Mark asked Martha 
as he manipulated her breasts. 

"No"

"Have you ever heard of 'cock sucking'?"  Martha 
recognized the obscene term for a man's genitals but, 
do to her sheltered upbringing, she had never been 
introduced to the concept of 'cock sucking'.  Her 
stomach turned as she realized exactly what Mark was 
talking about.  Oh God no, she prayed, I can't do 
that.  Mark handed her a dog-eared well-read paperback 
book.  

"The first chapter of this book describes how to give 
a man a 'blowjob'.  Take this book to the bedroom and 
read the first chapter.  In one hour I will ring this 
bell," Mark indicated a brass bell on his desk, "and 
you will return to me here ready to perform every 
thing described in the first chapter of this book.  Do 
you understand?"  

Martha felt like she was floating in some unreal dream 
world, these humiliating things could not be 
happening.  How could they? How could a 'good 
Christian' husband be making her do these things.  How 
could a 'good Christian' young virgin be getting so 
hot and wet doing these things?  Mark grabbed her by 
the shoulders and gave her a rough shake 

"I said 'Do you understand?'"  Martha nodded her head 
weakly.

"Yes" was her almost inaudible reply.

"Then get up and go to your room." Mark turned and 
started to read silently from the Bible open on his 
desk.  Martha felt like a naughty little girl being 
sent to her room for punishment.  Her breasts swung 
gently from side to side as she walked through the 
family room and with each step she could feel the 
sticky wetness on her thighs. 

Martha sat on the double bed in the bedroom and looked 
down at the book Mark had given her to read.  She read 
the title "A Comprehensive Study of New York Street 
Prostitutes" under the title she read "With interviews 
of many of New York's best known prostitutes."  Martha 
stared off into space for a while, then reached 
underneath her dress and felt the stickiness on her 
thighs, then felt the puffed sticky opening of her 
vagina.  Martha had never touched herself there 
before, except in a quick and business like manner 
when she washed herself during her bath.  It felt 
good, sent a thrill through her, but not the bolt of 
electricity that Mark's touch had caused.

Martha pulled her hand out from under her dress with a 
flood of deeper humiliation and shame.  I can't do 
this, she thought, but deep inside her a little voice 
answered, 'you know you want to'.  She opened the book 
to the first chapter.  It was headed "A top New York 
Hooker Tells What Men Ask For Most".  Martha read with 
increasing interest and apprehension  "Kay" the 
prostitute's detailed description of how she gave men 
blowjobs that "kept them coming back for more".  

Martha was repulsed and sickened by the thought of 
taking a man's penis in her mouth.  Her humiliation 
deepened, Mark obviously had no respect for her.  How 
could he make her walk around with her breasts showing 
and force her to read this trash if he loved and 
respected her?  Then Martha read the last section, the 
"Key to giving professional quality blow jobs".  Here 
Martha read that the key to 'top quality' blowjobs was 
to 'act like the man's cock is God' and that you are 
'worshiping it with your mouth'.

Martha turned pale.  This was blasphemy, sacrilege, 
idolatry, Mark could not really want her to pretend 
that his... his..., she could not even think the word 
that Kay used in the book, was God and worship it.  He 
would be asking her to put her soul at risk.  No, she 
thought, I can't do that, he can't really want me to 
do that. Martha jumped off the bed and rushed back to 
the office.  Martha stopped just inside the office 
door and held the book out in her left hand, with her 
fright hand she pointed at the book.

"Mark you can't possible..." Mark stood up with such 
force that his chair slammed against the wall 
startling Martha and causing her to pause mid sentence 
and look up.  She looked up from the book just in time 
to see Mark storm across the room.  Grabbing her by 
the hair, he looked menacingly into her face.

"Are you stupid? Or disobedient?"  He waited for an 
answer.  Martha was stunned, she rubbed her cheek and 
started speaking in a stuttered rush trying to explain 
why she had disobeyed Mark.  The only word that came 
out clearly was 'idolatry'.   

"According to the Bible I am the head of the house.  
That means I do the thinking not you.  I will tell you 
what is idolatry and what is not.  Do you understand 
that?" Martha sniffed and tried to stifle her sobs.

"Yes"

"Now, do you understand what you were told to do?"

"Yes"

"Repeat it back to me so I can be sure."

"You...you ...said....said ...to...to go to the 
bedroom and read the first chapter of this book." 
Martha held the book up in her left hand.

"What else?" Mark asked.
"To return when you rang the bell and be prepared to 
do everything described in the first chapter of this 
book."  Martha had come into the room feeling like an 
adult woman ready to confront Mark, now she was 
feeling like a disobedient little girl again.

"Have I rung the bell?"

"No"

"So, since you understand your instructions, that 
means you are being disobedient, but since I love you 
I will not punish you this time.  If you ever disobey 
me again I will give you twice the punishment.  Do you 
understand that?"  He stared directly at her forcing 
her to cast her eyes down to the floor.

"Yes" she replied meekly.

"Then get your bare tits back in the bed room and 
prepare yourself to suck my cock."  Mark released her 
hair and spun around to return to his desk.  Martha 
stumbled and almost fell when her hair was released, 
then she recovered and walked slowly and uncertainly 
back into the bedroom.  She looked out the window and 
noticed that it had started raining so hard she could 
not see across the clearing to the jungle beyond.  I 
couldn't possibly survive out there, she thought, I'm 
going to have to do what he wants.  I can just pretend 
to worship his penis, I don't have to really worship 
it.

Martha felt degraded, humiliated and filled with 
shame.  She could not understand herself, the more 
degraded, humiliated and shamed she was the wetter and 
more sensitive her vagina seemed to become.  She was 
so wet it was oozing out onto her thighs, and her 
vagina was so sensitive that just squeezing her thighs 
together stimulated her.  This response of her body 
shamed and humiliated her even more.

Martha opened the book and read the chapter three more 
times.  She was just reading Kay's claim that 
worshipping the cock is the only way to give a top 
quality blow job and that "...this is why the best 
blow jobs are given with the woman on her knees, 
that's the natural position for worshipping.", when 
the bell started ringing.  Martha stood up and walked 
like she was in a trance.  She walked through the 
kitchen and stopped just inside the office door. Mark 
looked up at her and smiled.

"Come over here honey." He said sweetly.  Martha 
walked across the office and stood in front of her 
husband.  Mark reached up and massaged her bare 
breasts. "Are you ready to suck my cock?"

"Yes" Mark let her breasts go and reached up under her 
dress.

"Spread your legs dear." Martha spread her legs, and 
Mark felt her wet sticky thighs and cunt. "From know 
on I don't want to have to tell you to spread your 
legs.  Whenever I reach for your cunt you are to 
spread your legs without being told.  Do you 
understand?" Martha blushed at the coarse language 
being used by her 'good Christian' husband.  She felt 
more ashamed and humiliated having her vagina referred 
to as a 'cunt'.  Mark slipped a finger into her, his 
thumb rubbed against her clit.  Her body jerked, 
Martha felt like electric fire ran through her body.  
She moaned softly as his finger slipped in and out of 
her virgin cunt and his thumb rubbed over her clit.  
Mark removed his fingers and let her dress drop. 
"You'll be ready to fuck soon, but right now you are 
going to suck my cock. Now kneel."  Martha was so 
overcome with shame and humiliation that she fell to 
her knees and wept in front of her husband.  She hung 
her head and spoke softly.

"Why are you humiliating me this way?  To talk like 
that about me, it shames me."  She held her head down 
hoping he would not punish her for speaking.  Mark 
leaned close to her ear and spoke softly to her.

"And the shame makes you hot and wet.  Your cunt is 
oozing fuck juice like a slut.  You want me to talk 
about 'making love'.  I will make love to you at 
times, but this after noon I am going to fuck you.  
You are going to learn what fucking is about, and you 
are going to learn what a slut you really are."  
Martha continued to hang her head and feel the shame 
and humiliation, and Mark was right with every wave of 
shame and humiliation she got wetter.  She felt like 
the sticky wetness was running down almost to her 
knees.  Mark leaned back in his chair and laced his 
fingers together behind his head "Now show me what you 
have learned about cock sucking."

Martha reached for her husbands belt buckle, Mark 
grabbed her hand and held it, Martha started to panic, 
what have I done wrong she wondered.  "Ask permission" 
Martha swallowed hard twice.

"May I... May I..." Mark leaned forward and gently 
held her head, a hand on each cheek.

"Say 'Husband may I suck your cock'." Martha tried to 
look away, tried not to let Mark see her shame and 
humiliation, but Mark held her head and forced her to 
look right at him ."Say it."

"Hu..hu..husband ma..my I su..suck your co..co..cock?" 
Tears streamed down her cheeks, she wanted to run away 
in shame, but she had no place to run, no one to call 
for help.  Mark continued to hold her head and stare 
into her eyes.

"Yes wife you may suck my cock." He released her head 
and leaned back again.  Martha could see the bulge in 
his pants where his cock was pushing against the 
zipper.  She reached up and unbuckled his belt, then 
unhooked and unzipped his pants.  Mark lifted his but 
off the chair and Martha pulled his slacks and his 
shorts down revealing his hard cock.

The religious schools Martha had attended had made 
every effort to protect her and the other students, 
especially the females, from any form of sex 
education.  For this reason Martha had only vague 
ideas about what a cock looked like, or what happened 
when it got 'hard'.  She reached out and gently 
grasped her husbands cock with her right hand.  Mark's 
cock fascinated her.  She forgot about shame and 
humiliation and began to stroke her hand up and down 
his cock, feeling the different textures of skin as 
her hand moved from the shaft to the velvety feeling 
of the head.  She began to gently massage his large 
balls with her left hand, and leaned forward and 
tentatively licked the crevice on the underside of the 
cockhead.   She giggled when the cock jerked at the 
touch of her tongue to it's most sensitive spot.  She 
licked down the underside of the shaft until she 
reached his pubic hair, then ran her tongue back up to 
his cockhead.

This isn't so bad, she thought.  She held his cock 
shaft with her right hand and licked around his 
cockhead with her wet tongue.  She circled the head 
twice, then summoning up all of her courage took the 
whole cockhead into her warm mouth.  She was rewarded 
by a shudder running through her husband body, and a 
low moan and "ho God yes" coming from his mouth.  She 
pulled her mouth off his cockhead and ran her tongue 
up and down his cock shaft again.  She licked back up 
to the cockhead and circled it with her tongue.  She 
repeated this several times before she once again took 
his cock head into her mouth.  As his cockhead slipped 
into her mouth again Mark placed his hands on her head 
and gently pushed her further down on his hard cock.

"Oh God take it all in." he pushed on her head forcing 
her mouth further down on his shaft.  His cockhead 
started to push at the back of her throat, almost 
hitting her gag point.  Martha remembered the advice 
of Kathy from the book and began to pump his cock 
shaft with her right hand to give the allusion that 
more of his cock was in her mouth.  Mark relaxed his 
grip on her head, and just guided her tempo as she 
moved her mouth up and down his cock shaft and ran her 
tongue over his cockhead.

Unused to having anything this big in her mouth, 
Martha's jaw soon grew tired and began to tremble and 
cramp.  Mark pumped her mouth faster and faster up and 
down his hard cock shaft until his body tensed, and 
Martha felt a flood of hot cum in the back of her 
mouth.  She remembered the rule from the book, "If he 
shoots in your mouth swallow it.  It he shoots 
anywhere else let it stay." and began to desperately 
swallow his orgasmic flood.  It seemed to go on 
forever, she swallowed as much of the cum flood as she 
could, but some leaked out around her lips and ran 
down her chin.  Finally he stopped spurting and pulled 
his cock out of her mouth.  Martha collapsed backward 
until she was laying on her side on the floor.  She 
licked her lips, and for the first time actually 
tasted the cum she had been swallowing.  She didn't 
really like the slightly salty musky flavor, but it 
wasn't going to make her sick.  Mark leaned back in 
his chair, his cock rapidly shrinking.  Booth of their 
bodies were covered with sweet, and their cloths were 
soaked through.

"Stand up." Mark ordered after they had both caught 
their breaths.  Martha stood before her husband with a 
sly smile on her face.  I did it, she thought, I 
sucked his cock, and there is nothing he can do to 
humiliate me beyond that.  Mark pulled her closer and 
sucked on her nipples.  He reached under her dress and 
massaged her butt cheeks.  Martha closed her eyes and 
enjoyed the sensations coming from her hard nipples. 
Mark released her nipple, then picked up the him of 
her dress.  He rolled the front of her dress up until 
he reached her belt, then he tucked the front of her 
dress under the belt.

"Turn around." Martha turned, and watched herself in 
the mirror on the wall while he rolled up and tucked 
in the back of her dress.  Martha studied her 
reflection, her breasts hanging out over the bodice of 
the dress, her nipples hard from being sucked.  The 
front of her dress was draped to expose and frame her 
lower belly, her pubic hair and the lips of her vagina 
pouting out from the surrounding hair and glistening 
with her wetness.  I was wrong, she thought with a 
sinking feeling, he can humiliate me more.  She knew 
that when he was done her butt and thighs would be 
exposed and framed the same way her sex was from the 
front.  This was worse than being nude, the clothing 
covering every other part of her body, and framing her 
sexual parts made them all the more naked and exposed.  
She was being put on display, and it humiliated her 
even beyond what she felt kneeling in front of Mark 
and taking his cock in her mouth.

"As much fun as getting my cock sucked was, we need to 
get some real work done around here today.  Get the 
broom and, here" he reached down and retrieved a cut 
up pair of her white cotton panties, "use this for a 
dust cloth.  Sweep and dust the sanctuary, and be sure 
to polish the altar, we need to get it ready for a 
ceremony."   Martha wandered into the kitchen and 
picked up the broom.  As she walked back to the 
sanctuary she wondered what he had meant by ceremony 
instead of worship service.

Martha started behind the altar, and swept the floor 
moving the collecting dirt toward the door leading out 
onto the porch.  On each side of the door there were 
large windows.  Neither the door nor the windows had 
shutters or glass, they were open holes in the wall, 
protected form the drenching rain by the porch roof, 
but open to let air flow through the building.  Every 
second she worked Martha was aware of her swaying 
breasts, her rounded butt, and her wet sticky cunt.  
There was no way she could turn or maneuver that would 
not allow anyone who happened to be watching to see 
some secret, private part of her body now on display.  
As she swept the dirt closer to the open door Martha 
could not shake the feeling that she was being 
watched.  She approached the door with the dirt, and 
realized she would have to go out on the porch to 
finish the job.  She would be exposed on three sides.

She stood for a long moment beside the door leaning 
against the wall before she calmed her shame and 
humiliation enough to sweep the dirt out the door and 
across the porch.  As she turned to go back inside the 
mission she caught a leave moving.  Her worst fears 
were confirmed, she was being watched.  Martha rushed 
back into the building and ran the length of the 
sanctuary, she collapsed behind the altar sobbing with 
shame and humiliation.  Her 'good Christian' husband 
was putting her private sexual parts on display for 
the enjoyment of the savage natives.  The tension of 
the last weeks, the shame and humiliation earlier 
today had left her exhausted, and she fell asleep 
sobbing on the floor behind the alter.

Martha woke up and heard her husband's footsteps 
approaching.  She quickly sat up and leaned her back 
against the alter, her bare but setting on the rough 
wooden floor.  Mark came around the end of the altar 
and looked down at his wife huddled against it's back.

"What are you doing here?" he asked gently.

"There's someone out there" she whispered.

"Yes, they almost always have someone watching the 
mission, but they are a gentle tribe, they wont hurt 
you."  He squatted down beside her.

"They can see me." She hissed.

"Of course they can see you, they aren't blind." He 
answered like he was speaking to a small child.  Fresh 
waves of humiliation swept over Martha, generating 
fresh waves of wetness in her exposed cunt.

"No, they can see ME." She placed emphasis on the 'me' 
making a vague jester toward her crotch.  Mark sighed 
like he was dealing with a small, not to bright child.

"Tell me EXACTLY  what parts of you they can see, that 
you don't want seen."

"Ma...ma...my bosom,  my va..vagina, my"

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW." Martha jumped and cringed. "Those 
aren't the words I want to hear.  Your acting like a 
small child.  You know the words to use now use them." 
Tears steamed down her cheeks.  Her face contorted as 
she tried to frame words she had never said, or even 
thought before.  How could he be doing this to me, she 
thought again.  This must be worse than actually 
getting raped.  Mark waited while she got herself 
under control.  Then she spoke very slowly and 
concisely.

"They can see my breasts, they can see my cunt and 
they can see my ass."  Would this humiliation piled on 
top of humiliation ever end?

"Of course they can, your exposing yourself to the 
whole world."  Martha was dumbfounded, he talked like 
dressing this way was her idea.  Mark took her arm and 
pulled her to her feet. 

"Come with me."  She resisted, but Mark was stronger 
than her and pulled her along through the sanctuary 
and out onto the porch.  He stood her facing out into 
the jungle, and stood behind her.  He pulled her arms 
up and placed her hands on top of her head 

"Keep your hands on your head." He ordered.  Then he 
pulled her close to him and reached around her and 
began to jiggle her breasts with his hands.  He 
squeezed and pulled at her nipples until they were 
rock hard and stood out a quarter inch from her 
breast.  She saw movement in the bushes, but could not 
see any people.  Martha tried to hide her face in 
shame.  Mark released her breasts and reached both 
hands down to her cunt.

"Spread your legs dear".  He spoke as calmly as he 
would if they were in bed making love, giving no 
indication that she was being humiliated beyond 
endurance.  Martha spread her legs and Mark started 
working her cunt with both hands.  Pulling her pussy 
lips apart and inserting first one then two, then 
three fingers into her hot wet virgin cunt.  Martha 
closed her eyes in shame and humiliation.

"Oh please, don't do this anymore.  Don't humiliate me 
like this. I can't bear it."

"Can't bear it?  Your cunt is so wet I could stick a 
baseball bat up there.  You should be glad I didn't 
bring one with me." Mark worked his fingers in and out 
of her cunt. 

"Your such a slut you get wet being finger fucked in 
front of a bunch of savages."  Martha lost control of 
her hips and she began to hump herself on Marks 
fingers.  

"The wonder of the world, you've heard of the virgin 
mother, well you're the virgin slut.  You're a virgin, 
but you want it so bad you're fucking your self on my 
fingers." Marks words burned into Martha.  She was 
humiliating herself in front of unseen savages, 
fucking her self on Marks fingers.  She could feel has 
hard cock pressing into her back and she pushed 
herself against it as she humped her cunt on his 
fingers.  Then a white light seemed to explode in her 
head, her mind whirled, it felt like the kind of 
religious experience she had read about.  Her body 
tightened and jerked. Her wet hot cunt clutched at 
Marks fingers.

"OH GOD DON'T STOP. OH GOD OH GOD..." her calling upon 
the almighty trailed off as the orgasm subsided.  Mark 
pulled his fingers out of her cunt and hugged her 
against himself.  He stuck his fingers in her slack 
mouth and she began to lick and suck the sticky 
wetness off without thinking what it was she was 
licking.

"So my little slut bride has had her first orgasm.  
What humiliations will she endure to have another 
one?"  Mark turned and led Martha into the sanctuary.  
Martha followed her husband up the central isle to the 
altar.  Mark stood in front of the altar facing her. 

"Kneel" Martha knelt in front of her husband, her 
breasts, cunt and ass still exposed. "Now, ask me to 
fuck you."  Martha hung her head and stared at the 
floor in front of her.  She was acutely aware of the 
bulge in Marks pants just inches from her face.  She 
remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth, and the 
taste of his cum on her tongue.  Yes she wanted his 
cock in her hot wet cunt, she wanted it so bad she 
ached for it, but she still could not bring herself to 
say that word he wanted to here from her.

"Would you make lo..." She started to ask.

"NO! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU ASK!" Mark leaned forward and 
spoke to her with his mouth so close to her ear she 
could feel his breath.  "You know the words I want to 
hear.  You will ask me using these exact words, 
'Husband will you please fuck my cunt' and you will 
ask loud enough for me to hear you if I was standing 
on the porch.  You will do it now, or you will be put 
on display on the front porch for the savages to gawk 
at."  Martha's whole body was trembling.  She felt 
waves of shame and humiliation alternating with waves 
of excitement and lust.  Her moisture was oozing from 
her open cunt down her legs.  Her nipples were hard 
with anticipation.

"Husband will you please f...fu...fuck my cu..cunt?"  
She asked with a trembling voice.  Mark removed his 
shirt.

"Say it again, louder"

"Husband will you please fuck my cunt?" This time her 
voice was stronger, still choked with a combination 
humiliation and lust, but not trembling like before.

"Remove my pants."  Martha reached up and unbuckled 
her husband's belt, then unhooked the waistband of his 
pants.  She pulled his pants and shorts gently over 
the huge bulge of his hard cock and let them fall to 
the floor around his ankles.  Mark stepped out of his 
pants and kicked them aside.  

"Kiss my cock" Martha leaned forward and gently kissed 
the end of her husbands hard rod.  Feeling a drop of 
moisture transfer from the tiny slit on his cockhead 
to her lips, she licked her lips clean and tasted her 
husband's potent fluids.  

"Tell me what you want me to do with my cock."  Martha 
spoke looking directly at the slit in his cockhead 
only inches from her eyes.

"I want you to fuck my cunt with it."  The feelings of 
lust were overpowering the feelings of shame and 
humiliation, and her voice was heavy with it.

"You want me to fuck your virgin cunt with my hard 
cock?"

"Yes."  Mark offered her his hand, then helped her 
stand up and walk to the end of the altar.  A stool 
had been placed there to make it easier for her.  She 
stepped up onto the stool, then laid down on her back 
on the altar.  Her dress fell away on both sides, and 
her bare ass rested on the smooth wood.  Mark climbed 
up onto the altar with her and pushed her legs apart 
and bent her knees.  

There were two carved pieces of wood, one on the front 
of the altar, and one on the back.  Martha had 
examined them earlier when she cleaned the altar, and 
had wondered what their purpose was.  Now she found 
out as Mark placed each of her feet on one, holding 
her legs bent and open.  He pulled gently on her 
thighs and she scooted toward him spreading her legs 
further and opening her wet cunt to his view.

Mark was on his knees, sitting back on his ankles 
between her spread legs.  His hard cock stood up from 
his bush of black pubic hair.  He placed a hand on 
each of her knees, then began to move them slowly down 
the inside of her thighs towards her virgin pussy.  
Martha's body trembled as the hands moved closer to 
her most private part.  

She was eager to feel his hard cock inside her, but 
she was also apprehensive.  She had been told only bad 
things about sex.  How it hurt the first time.  It was 
dirty and messy. It was something women had to 'put up 
with' for there husbands and in order to have babies.  
But her aching wet cunt was telling her it wanted to 
be fucked, and it wanted to be fucked now.  The thrust 
her hips up trying to push her cunt against his 
fingers as they approached her hairy cunt hole.

Mark would have none of it, he moved his fingers away 
until she whimpered and stopped thrusting her hips at 
him.  Then he teasingly ran just the tip on one finger 
over her clit and around the edges of her glistening 
pussy lips.  A soft low begging moan escaped from her 
lips.  

Mark continued to tease her with the single fingertip 
running down below her cunt to her puckered asshole.  
He gently circled her rear hole, then moved slowly 
back up to the bottom of her cunt slit.  He let his 
finger slip into her cunt up to the first joint.  Then 
he gently moved it up her inner cunt wall on one side 
then down the other.  Then as he sank his finger all 
the way into her hungry cunt he began to gently rub 
his thumb over her engorged sensitive clit.

"Ohhh God, please fuck me, please do it..." her lust 
was fully in control now, the shame and humiliation 
temporarily forgotten as her whole body screamed out 
for the fulfillment of it's natural purpose.  Mark 
pulled his finger out of her slippery cunt hole and 
leaned forward 

"Yes, yes, yes" Martha chanted thinking the time had 
come for her first fucking.  Mark took her hands and 
pulled them over her head, and tied them to the altar 
with a rope.  Then he quickly tied each of her ankles 
in place with ropes.  Martha realized that she was 
being tied to the altar.  How silly, she thought, I'm 
not going to run, I want him to fuck me.  She felt 
exhilarated, having used the words cunt and fuck 
without having been forced to.

Mark leaned over her, his cockhead rested on her cunt 
opening, he lowered his head and began to suck on her 
right nipple.  He sucked hard, almost to the point of 
pain.  Martha gently thrust her hip up hopping to 
force some of his cock inside her.  Mark moved back 
causing her to whimper in disappointment.   As Mark 
moved to her left nipple, Martha heard a noise and 
turned her head to look towards the back of the 
sanctuary.

"Oh god no." she gasped.  Mark ignored her comment and 
continued to suck on her nipples moving back and forth 
from one to the other as he teased her cunt opening 
with his cockhead.  Martha watched in horror as 
natives began to fill the room.  Men, women, children, 
babies being carried by their mothers filed into the 
sanctuary and took seats on the benches. Old women 
with sagging breasts and young girls with swollen 
just-starting-to-grow breast cones topped with dark 
nipples.  

Both sexes wore only a small scrap of cloth, just 
enough to cover their genitals, and nothing more 
except paint and feathers to decorate their otherwise 
bare bodies.  After all the others had seated 
themselves, two beautiful young girls with breasts 
just big enough to begin to sag walked in and down the 
isle.  They parted and stood one at each end of the 
altar.

"Please Mark don't do this."  All of the shame and 
humiliation flooded back drowning her lust.  She 
realized that she had indeed been on display all day, 
so the members of the tribe could get a good look at 
her.  Now she understood why her husband had spoken of 
a ceremony instead of a worship service.  They were 
here to witness her deflowering.  She started to buck 
her hips, trying to push Mark off. 

 "No, I won't do this.  You can't do it to me like 
this.  Why are you shaming and humiliating me?"  Mark 
put his wait on her to stop her from bucking her hips, 
he spoke to her in whispers.

"They are not here to see you shamed and humiliated.  
That is only your cultural hang up.  They are here to 
honor you and me by witnessing the consummation of our 
marriage.  They also feel honored that they are 
allowed to witness your deflowering.  Most girls in 
this tribe are deflowered by the time the are eleven 
or twelve, long before the pick a mate and consummate 
a marriage."  Martha had stopped struggling and 
listened to Mark.  She still felt shame and 
humiliation, but the shame and humiliation fed her 
lust.  

"I will fuck you, and they will watch.  You can 
cooperate, or it can be a rape.  If it turns into a 
rape they will just write it off as the natural result 
of our strange customs, waiting to long to fuck a girl 
the first time."  While he spoke Mark gently moved the 
underside of his cock shaft up and down over her cunt 
opening and her clit.  Her lust fed by his cock action 
and by her feelings of shame and humiliation began to 
build.  She would not fight him that would just make a 
spectacle shaming and humiliating her self even more.

Mark felt her body relaxing under him and knew she 
would fight no more.  He unbuttoned her bodice down to 
the waistline, then retrieved a pair of scissors from 
behind the altar and cut the remaining part of the 
dress.  The dress fell away leaving Martha naked on 
the altar.  

She blushed from her hairline all the way to her 
nipples.  Her Midwestern modesty was stretched to the 
breaking point.  She turned her head away from the 
room full of natives and tried to pretend she was in 
bed on her wedding night and Mark was her new 
understanding husband deflowering her with kindness 
and gentleness.  She tried to forget that she was tied 
to an altar with a husband who would publicly rape her 
if she did not cooperate.

Mark sucked her nipples, nibbled and kissed every inch 
of her exposed skin, while his hands roamed over her 
caressing her body in places that were rarely touched 
even by her self.  As her lust began to build again 
Martha found that reality, being tied to an altar and 
fucked in front of these natives, excited her lusts 
more than the fantasy, being on her wedding night with 
a kind and loving husband.  

She began to thrust her hips, humping her hot, sticky, 
wet cunt against the underside of Marks large hard 
cock.  A wave of lust even more potent than the last 
washed over her, pushing aside thoughts of shame and 
humiliation.  It pushed aside her Midwest modesty, and 
her parochial morality.  It washed away her Christian 
upbringing and left only an animal lust craving to be 
fucked.  Her body was drenched in sweat.  Their 
sweating bodies slipped and slid against each other, 
she felt like her entire body was covered with pussy 
slime.

"GOD DAMN IT FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!  FUCK MY HOT CUNT 
TILL I DROP!  I WANT

YOUR HARD COCK!"  Martha shocked herself, she could 
never have imagined herself even thinking these 
things, and much less shouting them in a lust induced 
frenzy in front of a room full of naked natives.  
Mark, his own animal lust reaching a peak, reared back 
displaying his nine inches of hard cock before 
crouching over like a panther about to pounce and 
thrusting his cockhead into her gapping wet virgin 
fuck hole.

Mark and Martha both roared and growled like animals 
as they thrust against each other working the full 
length of his rock hard cock into her lust drenched 
cunt.  Mark reached over her head and grabbed her tied 
wrists, he pushed and pulled moving his sweat 
lubricated body up and down over hers as he thrust his 
cock deeper and deeper into her grasping cunt.  His 
body moved back and forth over her breasts with each 
thrust, his hairy chest dragging over her hard nipples 
stimulating them and feeding her overwhelming lust.

Martha turned her head and looked at the natives.  
Their lust was contagious, the natives were beginning 
to engage in sex.  Some of them were fucking on the 
benches, some on the floor, and some leaning up 
against the walls.  Everyone from the oldest men and 
women to ten and eleven year old boys and girls were 
busy fucking each other.  

Martha was shocked at the sight, then she was shocked 
more when she realized how much it was feeding her 
lust to watch this uninhibited group fuck fest.  
Martha turned her head back to look at her husband.  
Just as his mouth descended on hers Martha noticed 
that the two young girls standing at each end of the 
altar were not fucking anyone.  She felt sorry for 
them, why should they be left out?

Mark kissed his wife while he pounded his hard cock 
harder and harder into her wide-open cunt.  Martha was 
surprised, this was a kiss unlike any she had ever 
dreamed of.  This was no dry peck, Mark was tongue 
fucking her mouth.  Thrusting his tongue into her 
mouth in unison with his hard cock thrusting into her 
fuck hungry cunt.  The first wave of orgasm flowed 
over her mind and body, her cunt began to spasm and 
grasp at Marks thrusting cock.  She sucked on his 
tongue as it fucked in and out of her mouth.  She 
spread her knees as far apart as she could to increase 
the contact between her lust-crazed body and her 
husband's.

Mark drove his tongue and his cock into the depths of 
her mouth and cunt then his body tightened and began 
to jerk.  Martha could feel the huge cock spasming 
inside her newly fucked hole and responded with 
orgasmic waves of her own.  Martha laid on the altar, 
her body totally covered by her husbands her mouth 
filled with his probing tongue and her cunt filled 
with his cock spewing hot cum, and she knew what it 
meant to be possessed by a man, to be 'taken'.  Now 
she knew, and she knew she never wanted to have sex 
any other way.

They layed together their bodies spasmed with wave 
after wave of orgasm.  After what seemed like an 
eternity the orgasmic spasms died away and Marks 
softening cock slipped out of her slimy well-fucked 
cunt hole.  It was followed by a stream of his cum 
that dribbled down across her ass and pooled on the 
altar below her. 

Mark climbed off the altar leaving Martha tied and on 
display.  He accepted a towel from one of the young 
girls standing at the end of the altar and dried 
himself.  Martha closed her eyes and relaxed, she, at 
least for the moment did not care if she was tied up 
or if she was on display.  She laid and luxuriated in 
the after glow of a well-done fucking.

Martha lost track of time, she was almost asleep on 
the altar when she began to feel gentle hands touching 
her.  She opened her eyes to see the tribe gathered 
around the altar.  Martha was startled at first, but 
it was obvious that none of them meant her any harm.  
They were curious, they had never seen a white woman 
before.  The felt her breasts, they ran their hands 
over her hair, face and mouth.  

The women seemed to be just as interested as the men.  
One of the older women fingered her pubic hair and 
chattered to the rest of them.  They seemed to be 
mainly interested in her hair, they had very little 
body hair, and her healthy bush of pussy hair seemed 
to be a great fascination to them.  Martha looked 
around and saw her husband standing off to the side 
with an arm around each of the beautiful young altar 
girls watching as the natives investigated her body.  
She closed her eyes, and felt like she was floating.

Martha opened her eyes with a start, she nude, laying 
on her bed with only the mosquito netting over her.  
Her head spun as a rush of memories crashed over her 
mind.  She saw flashes of a second fucking by her 
husband on the altar, another mind shattering orgasm, 
another round of orgy fucking by the congregation. 

Then memories of the two altar girls untying her, 
helping down from the altar, gently washing her body 
and helping her get into bed.  She remembered an early 
morning fucking from her husband and a comment that he 
would not have to do without is morning fucks anymore.  
She remembered a gentle orgasm and falling into a deep 
sleep.  She struggled to sit on the bed. Waves of 
shame and humiliation followed the memories.  

Shame and humiliation worse than any she had felt 
yesterday.  Yesterday's shame and humiliation had been 
caused by things that were done to her.  Today's shame 
and humiliation were caused by things she had said and 
done her self.  Just as yesterday, her shame was 
compounded by the betrayal of her own body as the 
humiliation sparked the lust and her cunt began to get 
wet.

Martha stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.  
She made a halfhearted attempt to straighten her hair.  
She opened the closet intending to put on a dress, and 
wear it right, in spite of her husbands orders, but 
all of her dressed had been replaced.  

The new dresses had been cut down the front so she 
would have no choice but to let her breasts hang over 
the bodice.  The front and back had been cut and re-
hemmed to leave her lower stomach, crotch and thighs 
visible in the front and the ass and thighs visible in 
the back.  I should just go naked, she thought, that 
would be more decent than these..what did he call 
them..'uniforms'.  My slut uniforms.

Martha took one of the dresses out of the closet an 
put it on.  She watched herself in the mirror and saw 
herself transformed from a nude young female to a 
young fuck hungry slut.  At least that's what she 
looked like in her 'uniform'.  It was time for her 
morning bible study.   She picked up her Bible and sat 
on the edge of the bed.  She knew large parts of the 
Bible by heart, and she could not think of a single 
verse that would give her comfort in this situation.  

She opened her Bible at random, and found herself 
reading the 'Song of Solomon'.  For the first time in 
her life she really saw the erotic nature of this 
Psalm.  She had to stop reading, she was starting to 
get wet.  She buried her head in her hands and started 
to sob almost hysterically.   In only two weeks she 
had gone from a devout young Christian virgin to an 
unholy sacrificial victim, having her virginity 
sacrificed in some perverted pagan ceremony.

Martha paced around the small room in her 'slut 
uniform' trying to work out what to do.  I can't 
control what Mark does, she thought, if he wants to 
tie me to the altar and fu..ah have sex with me every 
day I can't stop him.  But I can control how I react.  
He can tie me to the altar and have sex with me, but I 
don't have to yell...well...what I yelled last night 
when he does.  My body may betray me, the flesh is 
week, but I can control what I think and do and I can 
serve the Lord as best I can.  

Maybe I will have the opportunity to witness to those 
two young altar girls.  A flood of jealousy swept over 
her as she remembered seeing her husband with an arm 
around each of them while he watched the natives 
inspecting her body.  She remembered his cock was 
standing out hard and long.  

It was shortly after that when he climbed back up on 
the altar and fucked...ah had sex with me again.  Her 
cunt gushed wetness as she remembered the feel of his 
cock penetrating her the second time.  Oh God help me 
get these memories out of my head, she prayed.  She 
stopped walking, her thighs were pressing against her 
cunt lips and stimulating her more with each step.

Martha fell to her knees and rested her elbows on the 
bed.  She tried to pray for relieve, but the memories 
of last night kept flashing through her mind. And with 
each memory waves of shame, humiliation and lust 
crashed over her.  She heard the bronze bell ring in 
the office.  

She stood up. Oh my God, she thought, he wants sex 
already.  But already a conditioned response was 
starting and her pussy responded with and extra gush 
of lubrication. She walked to the office, once again 
acutely aware of her exposed breasts, ass and cunt.   
When Martha entered the office her husband looked up.

"You look radiantly beautiful this morning" Martha 
smiled, rarely had anyone called her beautiful.  "You 
are attaining that 'just fucked' glow I like so much 
in a woman."  Martha's smile disappeared she felt like 
she had been crudely insulted. In her world only a 
whore or a slut would have a 'just fucked' 'glow' 
about them, and they would do their best to hide it.  

She noticed that the two altar girls were sitting on 
the floor by the window and her jealousy flared, she 
was about to say something about them when Mark spoke 
again.  

"I can't fuck them yet, but they are making me real 
horny so come over her and suck my cock for me."  He 
pushed his chair away from the desk and turned to give 
her access to his already hard cock that was sticking 
out through the fly of his boxer shorts.  She thought 
it was truly the most obscene thing she had ever seen, 
and she was going to have to put it in her mouth.  She 
wanted to run from the room, to yell 'no' at him as 
loud as she could and run away forever.

To be summed to satisfy a lust she did not even 
inspire, she wondered if she ever really inspired lust 
in her husband, or if she was only and instrument for 
it's satisfaction.  She knew she could not run away, 
and she dared not yell 'no', so she sank to her knees, 
leaned forward and meekly took his cock in her mouth.  

As soon as she closed her mouth around his hard cock 
she new he had not washed it since his 'early morning 
fuck'.  She knew she was tasting her own sex juices 
dried on his cock.  She remembered licking the 'sticky 
wet stuff' off his fingers on the porch the night 
before.  

She had been filled with lust then, and it didn't 
matter, but now she was not in a state of lust, she 
was being forced to 'orally service his sexual needs'.  
That, she decided, was how she would think of it in 
the future instead of 'cock sucking'.

She noticed that the two altar girls had moved to 
stand on each side of her and were watching as the 
cock slipped in and out of her mouth.  Mark spoke to 
them in English, Martha didn't think they understood, 
but it was obvious that what he was saying was 
intended to wound her, not enlighten them.

"She's not an expert, but she is learning.  Did you 
see the way she bucked and hear the way she growled 
like an animal when I fucked her last night?  She put 
on a good show didn't she?  Little slut that wants to 
pretend she's a 'good Christian girl'."  Martha's face 
turned red as the waves of shame and humiliation 
sparked counter waves of lust. 

She started taking his cock deeper and deeper into her 
throat.  She was going to show him what a good 
cocksucker she could be.  Mark was beginning to hump 
his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth.  
She felt his cock head slip into her throat and began 
to panic as he pushed it in deeper until her nose was 
buried in his pubic hair.  

He took hold of her head and held her on his cock 
until she started waving her hands around, then pulled 
her head off enough to let her gasp air, then shoved 
her back down on his hard cock.  Martha learned to 
suck in a gasp of air every time his cockhead slipped 
out of her throat.  

Mark groaned loudly as his orgasm neared.  He pulled 
his cock out of her mouth, then stroked it a couple of 
times with his hand and shot his thick creamy cum on 
her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips.  She 
started to reach up and wipe it from her lips, when 
Mark knocked her hand away.

"Go fix breakfast.  These to little minks will help 
you." Martha stood up to walk to the kitchen, "And 
that cum better still be on your face when you serve 
me."  

Martha went to the kitchen followed by the altar 
girls. As she fixed breakfast she constantly had to 
fight the urge to wipe the sticky cum from her face.  
That and her enforced obscene nakedness kept the level 
of her shame, humiliation and lust rising.  As she 
gave orders in English to the two girls, which they 
obeyed immediately. So they do understand English, she 
thought.  

As she worked she tried to work out her feelings about 
Mark.  On the one hand she wanted to find a baseball 
bat and beat him to death.  On the other hand she 
wanted him to come in and drag her to the altar and 
fuck her again like he had last night.  She remembered 
what he had said on the porch about fucking her with a 
baseball bat, and as she carried his breakfast to him 
she fantasized about being on the altar and Mark 
fucking her wet cunt with the thick end of a baseball 
bat.  Mark watched her as she brought the plates in, 
then took her plate and combined it with his.

"Sit on my lap, I want to feed you."  Martha sat on 
his leg and Mark wrapped his left arm around her and 
began to massage her left breast while he offered her 
a spoonful of food. Martha realized that Mark treated 
her sometimes as a small child, sometimes as a sex 
plaything and sometimes as a pet, but never as a wife.  

"You came in with a dreamy 'I want to be fucked' look 
on your face. What were you thinking about."  She 
swallowed her food and stumbled over her words.  How 
did he know these things about her, she wondered.

Thoughts raced through her mind as she slowly chewed 
her food, I can't tell him what I was really thinking.  
He thinks I'm a slut already, what would he think if 
he new I was daydreaming about him fucking me with a 
baseball bat.  Her face turned red with embarrassment. 
The color spread down her neck and across the top of 
her breasts to her nipples as she felt the humiliation 
rising.  How could I have thought such things, she 
asked herself.  Now I'm going to be even more 
humiliated because I am going to have to tell him.  He 
can read me to well for me to try to lie.  

She could not delay any longer, her food was chewed, 
and she would have to swallow it.  Mark's squeezing 
and pinching of her left nipple added confusion to her 
thoughts.  The nipple was getting hard and sending 
urgent lust messages to her cunt.  Martha finally 
swallowed her food, she looked down at the floor in 
obvious embarrassment.  Mark pinched and massaged her 
nipple while he gazed at her with an expected look, 
and patiently waited for her to begin speaking.

"Do you remember what you said on the porch yesterday 
afternoon?" she asked.

"I said many things, be more specific."

"About a baseball bat."

"Yes, if I remember correctly I said that, even though 
you were a virgin, you were so hot and wet that I 
could fuck you with a baseball bat." Mark paused, 
watching the red deepen from her hairline to her 
nipples.

"When I came into the room I ... I ... was wondering 
what it would feel like to be...fu..." then the words 
came out in a rush all run together, 

"Iwaswonderingwhatitwouldfeelliketobefuckedwithabaseba
llbat."  Martha let out a sigh of relief having said 
it. Mark laughed out loud, almost knocking her off his 
lap.  Martha's blush deepened to a bright crimson and 
she looked down at the floor.  She wanted to run away 
and hide.

"So, my good chaste Christian wife wants to know what 
it would feel like to get fucked with a baseball bat."  
Mark continued to laugh as he teased Martha. 

"I'll put in an order with the Mission Home office for 
a baseball bat...do you prefer wood, or aluminum?  Do 
you want an autographed Louisville slugger?"  Martha 
angrily turned away from him, but did not get off his 
lap.  She flustered and started to speak several 
times, then started laughing.  Mark let her get away 
with the insolence of knocking his hand away from her 
breast.  

"Turn back around, " Mark coaxed her, "we need to 
finish our breakfast."  Martha swiveled back around on 
Mark's knee and took another bite of food from him.  
Just as she took the food from the fork Mark spoke 
again. 

"Was that the big end, or the small end?"  Martha 
almost sprayed her food over the altar girls as she 
burst out laughing.

When her laughter died down Martha leaned back against 
her husband, for the first time she felt like his 
wife.  She accepted another bite of food from him and 
'snuggled' herself against him, then leaned her head 
against his cheek.  He alternated feeding her and 
himself from the plate of food on his desk.  

After three or four bites, he slipped his left hand 
down and began to run his fingers through her pubic 
hair, twisting the curls around his fingers, and 
casually 'playing' with her bush.  Martha, for the 
first time since leaving home, felt relaxed.  She 
ignored the voices in her head telling how shameful 
and humiliating it was to be fed and 'played with' in 
front of the two native 'servants', she was determined 
to enjoy the tender attentions she was receiving from 
Mark.

"Your have the most luxuriant growth of pubic hair of 
any woman I have ever seen."  Mark spoke with obvious 
awe.  Martha's pubic hair grew almost as thick as fur, 
it extended up her belly coming to a point just below 
her navel, and two or three inches onto each thigh.  
It surrounded her cunt growing right up to the edge of 
her pussy lips, and came to a point again just below 
her puckered asshole.  

"You're the first women I've seen who's cunt really 
deserved to be called a 'pussy'."  Martha almost asked 
him how many women's cunts he had looked at, but then 
decided she did not want to know.  A new feeling swept 
over Martha, never before had she felt pride about her 
genitals, she had been taught to consider them dirty 
and dangerous things to be guarded and guarded 
against.  

She looked down where her husband was idly scratching 
her pubic bush like one would the back of a cat's 
head, between its ears.  She had always considered her 
abundant pubic hair to be a nuisance.  She had wished 
that she could get rid of it, but now to hear her 
husband praise it, to feel him running his fingers 
through it, she felt herself getting wetter, then 
realized that she could smell herself.   Panic, 'Oh my 
God' she thought, 'I have to get a bath, no decent 
woman allows herself to smell like that.' Mark noticed 
the sudden tension in her body.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he continued to play 
with her 'pussy fur', as he thought of it.

"I...uh...I...I need to take a bath." Her 
embarrassment was obvious, her red color was once 
again spreading down her face and neck towards her 
breasts.

"Why?"

"I...I'm not...uh...clean." Now she was more 
embarrassed than she could ever remember being, her 
red color spread past her nipples and down the 
underside of her breasts.  In her mind the smell of 
her vagina overwhelmed every thing else, it seemed the 
whole room reeked of her sex.

"You look clean to me, your hair's a little 
disheveled, but that helps give you that 'just fucked' 
look I like so much." Oh god, Martha thought, how 
could I even tell him.  Her embarrassment deepened she 
felt like she was burning all over her body with it.  
She felt like the 'stench' from her vagina would make 
her sick to her stomach. A good decent Christian woman 
does not allow herself to smell like this.  According 
to Martha's upbringing a 'good decent Christian' woman 
is odorless at all times.

"I......" she trailed off then took a deep breath and 
started again, "I...  can....uh...I can....smell..." 
She just could not say it.  The fact itself that she 
had an odor was bad enough put to have to talk about 
it was unbearable.

"You can smell your cunt?" The casualness of the 
question, as well as the use of the vulgar word for 
her vagina deepened Martha's embarrassment. Once again 
she felt shamed and humiliated.  She wanted to jump up 
and run away, hide from her tormenter.  

She wanted to run back to the safe world she came 
from, a world where husbands didn't force their wives 
to expose themselves and to have sex in front of a 
room full of savages.  A world where a woman could 
keep herself clean and not be shamed and humiliated by 
her unwanted body odors.  She felt more shame and 
humiliation as her body reacted to her feelings with 
responses of lust, causing her vagina to get even 
wetter.  

Martha imagined she detected a whole new wave of 'that 
smell'.  In the middle of her orgy of shame, 
humiliation and self-loathing, Martha was distracted 
by Mark. He sniffed the air experimentally, then he 
leaned over and sniffed twice over her lower body. 
Then spoke with mock seriousness.

"You're right, I can smell your cunt too."  He sniffed 
a few more time then spoke to the altar girls, who 
were sitting at Mark and Martha's feet engrossed in 
the exchange between them, in their own language.  
They grinned and giggled and then spoke to Mark.  

Martha's shame and humiliation became tinged with 
anger.  How can he continually humiliate me in front 
of these native girls, she thought, they don't even 
know enough to be embarrassed by their own nakedness.  
Mark spoke the young girls again, then listened to 
their replies.  During this exchange, Mark continued 
to brush and comb Martha's thick pussy hair with his 
fingers.  

"They say it smells good." Martha was so caught up in 
her feelings of shame, humiliation and anger that 
Marks words did not register.  

"I think it smells wonderful."  Marks comments began 
to penetrate her spiraling feelings of self-loathing.  
What, she thought, is he saying?  He likes that smell?  
She looked at him, trying to discover if he was 
serious, or if he was teasing her.  

"I am totally serious," he assured her, "no perfume in 
the world smells as good as the natural odor of a 
sexually excited female." Martha began to relax her 
towering spiral of shame, humiliation and anger 
collapsed with a crash in her mind.  She smiled and 
giggled as Mark leaned over putting his nose closer to 
her cunt and inhaled deeply with exaggerated 
enthusiasm.   

She playfully hit him on the arm, then laid back 
against him and rested her head on his shoulder.  From 
then on Mark would, on occasion, leer at Martha and 
ask with mock seriousness, "Smelled any good cunts 
lately?" causing her to giggle and blush.  Mark pushed 
his hand through her thick bush towards the source of 
the 'offending' odor.

As Marks fingers slipped past her pubic bush and began 
to play with her clit and cunt lips, Martha spread her 
legs, encouraging him to continue.  The two altar 
girls leaned forward, watching with obvious 
fascination as Mark's fingers spread Martha's pussy 
lips and gently caressed the inner walls of her wet 
cunt.  Martha moaned and turned her head toward 
Mark's, she reached up and pulled his head toward hers 
and kissed him.  

She pushed her tongue passed his lips, and thrust in 
into his mouth as he had done to her the night before.  
Mark rubbed his tongue against hers as he massaged her 
right breast with his right hand, and pushed his left 
index finger deep into her cunt.  Martha could feel 
his cock rising against her leg, and she reached down 
and began to caress it through his shorts.  She broke 
of the kiss and placed her mouth beside his ear.

"Husband would you please fuck me on the altar like 
you did last night?" Mark pulled Martha's mouth to his 
and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in 
time with his finger fucking in and out of her open 
wet cunt.  Without breaking the kiss, Mark removed his 
finger from her pussy and scooped up her legs as he 
raised from the chair and carried her out of the 
office and into the sanctuary.  Mark sat her on the 
edge of the altar then, breaking the kiss, lifted her 
dress over her head leaving her totally naked.  Martha 
lay back on the altar and spread her legs placing her 
feet on the supports.  She lifted her arms over her 
head and crossed her wrists.

"Tie me...please."  Mark and the two altar girls, who 
had scurried after them, quickly tied her wrists and 
her ankles to the altar, securing her for the upcoming 
fuck.  After her ankles were tied Martha spread her 
knees apart as far as she could, opening her cunt for 
her husbands pleasures.  Mark started with her face 
and caressed and kissed every inch of her exposed 
skin, working down across her neck over her breasts 
and abdomen.  

Martha was already thrusting her hips up and down in 
small fucking motions, even though no one was touching 
her pussy at the moment.  Martha felt more hands 
touching her face and opened her eyes.  She looked up 
into the beautiful dark brown, almost black eyes of 
the altar girls who tenderly caressed her face and 
neck.  Martha smiled at the two young girls, and for 
the first time realized how beautiful they were.

Mark climbed onto the altar and kneeled between 
Martha's legs.  He ran his hands up and down her silky 
inner thighs and felt her muscles trembling beneath 
her pale white skin.  He ran his hands back down to 
her pussy and as he leaned forward gently pulled her 
cunt open and began to lick her clit.  As Mark licked 
and sucked his way down from her clit to the bottom of 
her cunt slit, the two altar girls began to plant 
tender loving kisses on her face and neck.  They took 
turns kissing her on the mouth, gently inserting their 
tongues to lick the insides of her lips and swirl 
around her tongue.

Mark's tongue probed deeply into her wet cunt, lapping 
her nectar from the inner walls of her pussy.  As he 
worked his tongue back up to her clit, the two girls 
worked there way down her neck and each began to suck 
on the nipple closest to them.  Martha's entire body 
undulated on the altar as her lust built to ever-
higher levels.  Low growling noises began to escape 
from her throat.  Mark sucked her clit into his mouth 
and gently flicked the tip of his tongue back and 
forth across it.  Martha's hips bucked and slammed 
into the altar with each flick of Mark's tongue across 
her engorged bud.  The altar girls continued to suck 
on Martha's rock hard nipples with single-minded 
determination.

Mark pulled his mouth away from Martha's clit and, 
ignoring her whimpering, began to lick the folds of 
her cunt lips as he moved his mouth down past the 
bottom of her pussy slit.  Mark moved further away 
from Martha's cunt until he reached her tender 
puckered ass hole.  He swirled his tongue around the 
crinkled muscle, then gently pushed the tip of his 
tongue into her rear passage and began to work it 
open.

Martha gasped audibly, both form the feelings 
generated by this attention to her rear opening, and 
from the shocking idea that anyone would actually do 
what Mark was know doing.  As Mark worked his tongue 
deeper into her relaxing rear hole, he began to slide 
his thumb back and forth over her clit and into her 
cunt.  The thought of where Mark was putting his 
tongue continued to amaze and disgust her, while the 
feelings being generated by that same tongue fanned 
the flames of her lust, sending her spiraling toward 
the first of many body shaking orgasms that would, 
eventually, leave her drained and exhausted.

Mark continued to tongue her ass, and fuck his thumb 
in and out of her cunt until her first orgasmic peak 
subsided.  After Martha's body stopped twitching he 
switched and began to lick her clit and tongue fuck 
her pussy while working first one, then two fingers in 
and out of her tight virgin asshole.  Martha's hips 
began to jerk up and down as she approached another 
orgasmic peak.

"Please fuck me, I need to be fucked." She panted as 
her orgasm neared another intense explosion.  Her body 
began to undulate, as she pulled against the ropes and 
made violent jerky fucking motions with her hips.  She 
began to yell 'FUCK ME' with each thrust of her 
pelvis.  Then with a load growl, she relaxed and laid 
panting on the altar.  

Mark and the young girls continued ministering to her 
primary and secondary sex organs quickly bringing her 
back to two more body twisting rope pulling 'FUCK ME' 
shouting orgasms.  As she approached the peak of her 
fourth orgasm, Martha strained against the ropes to 
arch her body and raise her head so she could look 
over the young altar girls diligently sucking her hard 
nipples and see her husband crouching between her legs 
tonguing her clit and finger fucking her asshole.  
When mark looked up he was surprised by the angry look 
on her face.

"FUCK MY GOD DAMN CUNT YOU BASTARD!" She shouted at 
him, "OUR I'M GOING TO RIP OFF YOUR COCK AND FUCK 
MYSELF WITH IT."  Mark believed she might have tried, 
if she hadn't been tied down.  He sat back on his 
ankles and the altar girls began to rub oil on his 
massive hard cock.  He leaned forward and brought his 
gleaming read cockhead to the entrance of her wet 
throbbing cunt.  

"YES! FINALLY! FUCK MY CUNT YOU OBSCENE DEVIL" she 
yelled as mark slipped his oiled cock all the way into 
her gapping wet cunt with one thrust.

Moving himself up her body so his cock would rub her 
clit as it moved in and out of her cunt, Mark began to 
fuck his wife with long hard thrusts, pulling his cock 
almost all the way out of her wet pussy then shoving 
it back in till their pubic bones mashed against each 
other.  

On the third stroke Martha was pushed over the top by 
another body wrenching orgasm.  As her husband 
forcefully fucked his large hard cock in and out of 
her grasping wet cunt, Martha slipped into what she 
would later think of as an 'orgasmic delirium' for the 
second time.  From then on events became jumbled in 
her memory.

As she laid in bed sometime later she tried to 
reconstruct the sequence of events that she, at that 
time, labeled 'the fuck of my life'.  She remembered 
that the cunt fucking seemed to last for hours, every 
stroke of her husband's cock sparking orgasmic waves 
through her entire body. She remembered that the altar 
girls untied her ankles and retied them above her 
head, bending her almost in half and opening her cunt 
further than she would have believed possible.  

She remembered whimpering like a lost puppy when the 
cock suddenly disappeared from her well-fucked cunt.  
She had whimpered because she felt like she wanted to 
continue being fucked for the rest of her life.  Her 
memories became more jumbled at this point, the next 
thing she remembered was her husbands cock being 
forced into her virgin rear entry.  At the same time 
she felt something warm and wet sucking and licking 
her clit.  

She remembered wondering how her husband could get his 
cock in her ass and his mouth on her clit at the same 
time.  She had a clear memory of looking down and 
seeing one of the altar girls straddling her.  Martha 
had stared right into the hairless slit of the young 
girl's cunt while the girl sucked on her clit like it 
was a miniature cock.

Martha laid in the bed and thought about how it had 
felt to have her husband fuck her tender virgin 
asshole.  If she had not been hyper-excited sexually 
it probably would have hurt.  The only thought she 
could remember having as the hard cock slid into her 
stretching hole was 'I'm going to be sore tomorrow'.  
It was uncomfortable initially, but not really 
painful.  

Even as he had been tonguing her asshole, she never 
would have believed that he was actually going to fuck 
her there.  At this point Martha had been distracted 
by the other altar girl who had climbed up on the 
altar and straddled Martha's face lowering her 
hairless cunt onto Martha's mouth.  Martha was too 
lust crazed to object and began to lick the young 
girl's pussy.

In Martha's memory the ass fucking seemed to go on 
forever.  Up until the very moment Marks cock had 
slipped into her asshole Martha had never even 
imagined such a thing as anal sex.  As she let her 
memories return, she was astonished that she had not 
been torn and ripped apart.  As the fucking continued 
she became even more surprised that a hole that small 
and tight could feel so good being fucked by something 
that big and hard.  She remembered after what seemed 
like days of being ass fucked, Mark's entire body 
stiffened and jerked repeatedly as he bellowed 
incoherently and his cock spasmed and spewed what 
seemed like gallons of cum inside her.

Her next clear memory was of the altar girls untying 
her and helping her down from the altar.  The 
supported her, one on each side, and walked her into 
the kitchen where a large metal bathtub had appeared 
filled with steaming water.  They had helped her into 
the tub, then tenderly, almost reverently washed her, 
being especially gentle around her recently fucked 
cunt and asshole.  They washed and combed her hair, 
they dried her, then led her to the bed, where they 
climbed into the bed with her and covered her and 
themselves with the mosquito netting.  They snuggled 
up to her, one on each side, and she fell into a deep 
sleep.

That brought Martha back up to the present moment.  
The two altar girls were still snuggled up in her 
arms, she looked down and saw them quietly looking 
back, waiting for her to indicate what they were to do 
next.  She hugged them, and they hugged her back.  She 
studied each of them in turn, trying to decide if the 
one on the left or the one on the right owned the 
tender young pussy she had been licking earlier.  The 
two girls stared back at her with somber eyes and 
serious expressions.

"I wonder which one of you stuck her pussy in my 
face." She said out loud.  Martha had been wondering 
exactly how much English they understood.

"Me" said the one on the left.  Martha turned to the 
one on her right.

"So you must be the one that sucked on my clit all 
morning."  The girl did not understand all of the 
words, but she did understand 'suck' and 'clit' and 
got the gist of the statement and nodded her head 
'yes'.  Martha hugged them both again.  then she 
nudged the one on the left and said

 "That means you owe me a cunt licking, and I owe 
you," she nudged the other one, "a clit sucking."  
Martha spread her legs and the alter girl on her left 
crawled between them and began to lick Martha's cunt.  
The other altar girl climbed up on her knees and 
straddled Martha's head while Martha began to gently 
run her tongue over the girls hairless pussy.

A small voice in the back of her head started growing 
louder, screaming at Martha, and telling her she was a 
whore and a slut.  For years Martha had thought that 
this was her own voice saying these things, but know 
Martha recognized that this voice belonged to her 
mother.  

Well mother, Martha thought, I'll show how much of a 
perverted slut I really am.  With that Martha forced 
her tongue as far into the altar girls pussy as it 
could reach.  At the same time she reached up and 
began to run her hands over the young girl's nude 
body.  Martha's roaming hands found the girls 'just-
starting-to-grow' breast cones and gently rubbed the 
nipples until they were hard little rocks in her 
fingers.  The girl began to rock her pelvis, fucking 
her pussy on Martha's tongue.  Martha followed suit 
and began to thrust her own hips against the face of 
the altar girl between her legs.

Unnoticed by the three on the bed Mark, who had come 
to the room to check on the sleeping girls, stood in 
the doorway stroking his growing cock, witch he pulled 
from his shorts.  The altar girl kneeling over 
Martha's mouth began to make soft cooing noises, not 
unlike those of a dove, with each movement of her 
hips.  

Mark continued to stroke his cock as he backed out of 
the doorway and returned to his office smiling 
broadly.  To see his new bride initiating sex with the 
two altar girls on her second day at the mission was 
more than he had ever hoped for.  In the bedroom 
Martha and the two altar girls tenderly licked and 
caressed each other to gentle orgasms, then cuddled up 
with each other and went back to sleep.

Thirty minutes later Martha woke up again.  She 
managed to climb out of the bed without waking either 
of the gently snoring altar girls and walked across 
the bedroom towards the doorway.  She stopped in front 
of the dresser mirror.  Her hair was a total mess, she 
tugged and pulled at it, straightening it a little. 

 Well, she thought, like Mark says it adds to that 
delightful 'just fucked look'.  Still nude she walked 
through the kitchen, stopping to get a drink of water, 
then moved on to the office where she found her 
husband sitting at his desk, a Bible open in front of 
him.  As she entered the room Mark looked up and 
smiled.

"So, my young Christian bride likes to eat little girl 
pussy." He said with what Martha could only describe 
as a 'silly grin' on his face.  To his surprise Martha 
did not blush, giggle, or stammer.  Instead she sat 
down on a chair, leaned back, spread her legs, and 
started to scratch her own pubic push just above her 
clit.

"It's not as good as a baseball bat fuck, but I 
enjoyed it." She answered wearing her own 'silly 
grin'.

"Well watching the three of you has left me with a 
hardon." Mark pushed his chair back from the desk 
revealing his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his 
shorts.

"Watching grass grow would probably give you a hard 
on." Martha countered, "Oh well, 'a woman's work is 
never done'." Martha slipped off the chair to her 
knees and took the large hard cock into her mouth.  

Mark leaned back and enjoyed watching Martha's head 
bob up and down as his cock slipped in and out of her 
mouth, her lips stretched tight over his cock shaft.  
The pumped the base of his cock with her right left 
hand and rolled his balls around like two giant 
marbles in a marble bag with her right hand.  

Mark was in no hurry to cum, so he relaxed and enjoyed 
the feel of her warm wet mouth sliding up and down the 
shaft of his hard cock.  As Mark's orgasm grew closer 
Martha increased the tempo of her head bobbing and 
hand pumping on his ridged shaft.  Unexpectedly Mark 
grabbed her head and stopped her.

"Wait," he said with some evident strain, "there is 
something I wold like you to do for me first."  Martha 
did not move her hand that held the base of Mark's 
cock, she sinced that any movement of her hand could 
set his cock spewing, and that Mark did not want to 
cum until after she accomplished this new task.  
Martha could feel his hot hard cock meat twitching in 
her hand, the engorged red cock head less than two 
inches from her face.  Martha stared at the small slit 
at the end of Mark's cock and had an overwhelming 
desire to see jets of cum spewing into the air.

"What do you want me to do?" Martha relaxed the grip 
on his cock and slowly removed her hand.  Mark took 
her cheeks in his hands and leaning over kissed her, 
plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth where 
moments before his cock had been.  He broke the kiss 
and stared into her eyes, still holding her cheeks.

"I want you to use your tongue on me the way I did on 
you this morning."  It took a moment for Martha to 
comprehend what Mark was asking her.  A now familiar 
voice began screaming in the back of her head.  'Not 
even a whore would do that', the voice screamed at 
her.  Oh yeah mom, well watch me, Martha screamed back 
in her head.  Martha reached up and pulled her 
husband's head down to hers and kissed long and deep, 
fucking her tongue into his mouth, then broke the 
kiss.

"I would be honored to put my tongue where ever you 
want me to." She said breathlessly.
"Lets go into the sanctuary, I want you to tongue fuck 
my ass, then drink my cum on the altar."  He picked 
her up and carried her to the sanctuary like he had 
that morning, his hard cock bouncing with each step.  
When they reached the altar he put her down and sat 
himself on the edge.  He leaned back and brought his 
legs up and apart as far as he could exposing his long 
hard cock, his large balls in their hair sack, and his 
asshole for Martha's inspection.  

Martha began to stroke his cock with one hand while 
she licked his balls, then worked her way down toward 
his hairy asshole with her tongue.  She nestled her 
face into his butt and began to probe his puckered 
rear entry with her warm wet tongue.  As she pushed 
just the tip of it into her husband already relaxing 
hole, she had a momentary spasm in her stomach, her 
mind revolting against what she was doing.  Martha 
quelled her spasmming stomach and redoubled her 
efforts to probe as far as possible into her husbands 
rear opening with her stiffened tongue.

Mark grabbed the cup usually used for communion 
services from behind the altar and readied it to 
receive his coming contribution.  Having been on the 
edge of orgasm when he stopped his wife's cock-sucking 
efforts, it took only a few thrusts of her tongue into 
his sensitive asshole and only a few strokes of his 
large hard cock to bring about the release of his pint 
up sexual energies.  He reached down and placed his 
hand on top of his wife's and aimed his cock into the 
chalice as they completed the last strokes of his 
trembling cock in unison.  Mark groaned, his body 
tightened and his cock spewed spurt after spurt of his 
hot spunk into the silver receptacle.

Martha let her tongue slip out of Mark's ass, and 
concentrated on the feeling of his large cock 
twitching and spewing in her hand.  As his orgasm 
subsided Mark slipped off the altar and had Martha 
kneel in front of him.  He put the communion chalice 
to her lips and tilted it up to allow his fresh cum to 
drain into her waiting mouth.

"Drink this cum in remembrance of me." He intoned as 
the thick milky white globs slipped past the rim of 
the chalice and over her tongue.  Martha was surprised 
by how sexually stimulating sacrilege could be.  She 
wanted to fuck again, but was not sure Mark would be 
up to it.  She thought of the altar girls, but then 
decided they just would not be satisfactory.  She 
wanted a hard cock inside her, and she wanted it now.



  
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