A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Evelyn Warrington is a woman possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the wanton woman is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.
THE MINISTER'S UNHOLY WIFE-the story of a woman tormented by her needs. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Evelyn Warrington drew her legs together, modestly pushing her feet under the pew while feeling those unholy flashes of fire licking up her thighs. It was so wrong to be feeling something like this in the House of God! She pressed her white gloved fingers together, biting down on her pouty lower lip and trying desperately to try to think of something else besides fucking!
"Oh God!" she whispered.
"Amen!" someone whispered from behind her.
Evelyn smiled, the electric-hot flashes radiating up her tummy and making her nipples feel so very hard and tingly. Evelyn squirmed her firm, taut ass on the wooden pew, feeling her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her hot flesh.
Her husband Jack sat stiff backed up there to the right of the pulpit, his hands folded on his lap, his eyes closed, his handsome head tilted back while the choir sang. Evelyn knew she should be transfixed this way. She was the minister's wife, a paragon of virtue, or so she had heard some of the older women say one day while her husband was working on his sermon in a restaurant. Evelyn had smiled then, unaware of the raging that would soon take her over.
Fucking! The word echoed in her head now as she curled her toes and felt the raging tickle make her pussy ache so. She had to get fucking off her mind! Instead of the holy saints, all she could think of was some unknown, faceless man holding her down, pinning her legs with his while he drove his fat, long prick up her tight, hot pussy! "Oh!"
Her hands were shaking. Surely the others would think she would start speaking in strange tongues if she acted like this. Evelyn closed her eyes until the burning itch faded some. Oh, how wet and moist her cunt felt! It hadn't been like that since she was a teenager or when she first started dating Jack. That was before he had found Jesus and turned their sex life from bright white to a dim glow. That was the worst thing that had happened in her life. He left her high and dry, floating off to God while she stayed on the ground, her pussy aching for prickmeat!
"Mrs. Warrington! Mrs. Warrington, please stand!"
It was that old biddy from the next county, Mrs. Hanson.
Evelyn shook the stupor from her mind and saw everyone was standing, eyes straight ahead, their mouths open, strange sounds coming from them. Of course, the sermon was over. Another Sunday was behind her. There would be the usual handshakes, the smiles, the false neighborliness, and then nothing.
Evelyn felt tired, rising from the pew and mouthing the words of a prayer she no longer believed.
Afterward she slipped one arm under her husband's feeling still a ripple of sexual thrill rush through her cunt. He was still handsome, still strong, still manly. Even now she could feel herself shamefully close to orgasm. Right here, right in front of this silly congregation, Evelyn felt the friction of her musky, puffy cunt lips rub over her swollen clit. She was breathing irregularly, her knees growing weak as she took up her usual position near the door and began smiling and nodding to the departing congregation.
"Yes, yes, of course, so good of you to come," she murmured, glancing at her husband now and then to see if perhaps lie had guessed what was on her mind.
"Uh, Evelyn, dear, could you show Mr. Beddingfield what we talked about last night. The plumbing near my desk."
Evelyn found herself staring at a tall, ruggedly handsome man dressed in a black business suit.
It was some time before she could speak, wondering if he understood what was happening to her. Jeff Beddingfield, the first of three sons of old Greig Beddingfield. Evelyn knew them well, a hardy family of farmers who also diversified their talents in this small farming community. Jeff, the oldest, was a plumber and electrician. And, Evelyn thought, he might be helping the farmers' wives while their husbands were out in the field.
And now he was here, pushing his fingers through is black hair, smiling down at her a little sheepishly while her nipples were poking so itchily against her bra.
"Well, yes dear, if you want, although there are still people coming out," Evelyn said hesitantly, a wisp of her blonde hair falling across her face.
Evelyn had never been this aware of her body before. She could feel Jeff's eyes undressing her, examining every square inch of her naked, expectant body and finding it just what he wanted.
"That's fine, Mr. Beddingfield's a busy man, even on the Lord's day, right, Jeff?" Jack said with an easy, caring smile. a "Yes, Reverend Warrington. If that's okay with you, ma'am."
"Yes, of course," Evelyn said breathily, lowering her eyes while feeling her clit pinching off a mini-orgasm.
She walked down the aisle of the church, feeling as if she were brazenly committing an awful crime right then and there. They moved through her husband's quiet study, the stillness pressing accusingly against her. Evelyn heard Jeff's steady, heavy step and could almost feel his breath on the back of his neck.
They were finally in the back office. She stopped, raising one arm and pointing to a long stain on the pink wallpaper.
"I'll poke around and be back later. Looks like I'm going to have to tear through the wall. These old buildings are rough to get through."
"Oh, I imagine so," Evelyn said, watching like a hawk as he shrugged off his jacket and laid it neatly over the back of her husband's leather chair.
Unfastening his tie and rolling up his white dress shirt sleeves, Jeff bent down and started examining the old pipes.
Evelyn drew closer, feeling her heart beating so quickly she thought he could surely hear it. He must have sensed something about her now. Her cunt was so hot she thought her pussy-hair had to be singed now!
The sounds his hands made her driving her mad. And then suddenly she felt something, his fingers around her right calf.
Evelyn stiffened, her pussy winking shut while her heart skipped a beat. She tried to pull away, but Jeff held both legs now, turning around and inching his fingers up to the soft, sensitive spots behind her knees. "No, Mr. Beddingfield, please, what are you doing?"
"Just what you want, right?"
"No, no, you don't understand, I'm the minister's wife!"
"All the better. I've been watching you, watching you watching all the men real close. When a woman does that, it means only one thing," Jeff said, tilting his head back and looking up so sexily at her.
Evelyn felt confused, her mind clouded as she felt his fingers gently massaging her legs. w "It means she ain't gettin' what she needs at home. And I'm just the guy to take care of you."
"But-but..."
He was raising her skirt now, twisting her around until her ass cheeks pillowed against the back edge of her husband's large oak desk. She looked down through her long blonde eyelashes, dimly aware of some scratches on white paper. Jack's sermon. She was sitting on Jack's sermon, breathing heavily while this man was pulling up her dress.
"Uh!"
God in heaven, he was licking her! She could feel his tongue going up her inner thighs as he pushed her dress up to her waist.
Evelyn trembled, her arms at her sides. Closing her eyes, the blonde let her head fall back, her throat emitting whimpering, gasping little sounds. It was all she could do to keep from fainting while Jeff licked his tongue up toward her pussy.
Evelyn drew her knees together, feeling her inner thighs pressing softly against the sides of his head. His fingers were reaching up, stretching for the elastic legbands of her white nylon panties. She felt his fingers tugging at the briefs as his tongue teased her, staying inches below the hot, fuzzy, swollen cunt lips. Evelyn dug her fingernails into the highly polished top of Jack's desk, breathing with shallow, gasping pants.
Evelyn groaned as she felt his fingernails slipping under the legband of her panties. Moving her hips from side to side, she felt the slick, subtle rub of her cunt lips against one another as Jeff pulled down her panties.
She could feel the soaked nylon being pushed to one side, stretched with the wetness. Her knees shook as she rested heavily against the desk. One wet lick of the farmer's tongue rubbed over her clit.
Evelyn nearly fainted, a tiny fart of excitement escaping from her asshole as she kicked off her heels and leaned back. He was tonguing her, fucking her with his mouth! She could feel the sudden, scalding pressure of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cunt lips apart and nearly brought her to her knees.
"No, no, it can't be happening, can't"
"Oh, baby, you're hot, real hot! When I've got a woman like this who's juicin' like you, it means you've been cherry for a long time. But Jeff's gonna fix that up for you."
"No, no!"
She knew she should leave. But something kept Evelyn there. She felt her ass cheeks tight on against the desk while the farmer kept licking up and down her trembling thighs.
Opening her eyes, she caught sight of her wedding picture in front of her, Jack's eyes staring straight ahead, accusing her.
"No!"
Evelyn managed to push Jeff away with one shove, staggering forward toward the door. Her panties were tangled around her ankles, making the move difficult. She felt herself tumbling forward onto the thick green carpet.
Jeff laughed at her, catching her by the ankle as Evelyn tumbled to the floor. He was tugging at her, pulling her back to him, to his mouth, to that wonderful tongue that made her writhe and gasp so. He had rolled her onto her back now, having pushed her dress up to her tummy after having skinned what remained of her panties from her ankles. He had her naked from the waist down, her knees pushed while he still gripped her around the ankles.
She looked up at him through lust-heavy eyes, her nostrils burning from the oxygen she sucked in.
"No!"
But he ignored her, diving down into her cunt once more.
The farmer's tongue was exploring higher and higher, licking along the insides of her thighs once more. It was like all those horribly wicked thoughts she had been having lately, those faceless men chasing her, fucking her.
Evelyn stretched her arms out to either side of her body. She was digging at the carpeting with her fingers, feeling her nails peel back as Jeff licked teasingly around the puffy rim of her outer cunt lips.
Then he was touching her cunt, his mustache bristling over her clit as his tongue began wriggling back and forth rapidly over her hot little fuck hole. It was as if he had an electric tongue, flicking back and forth rapidly, then pushing into her hot, steaming cunt hole. Evelyn let out a tiny cry, clenching her fists and beating them against the floor while arching her spine. He was fucking her with his tongue, pushing it deep into her fuck hole. Evelyn rolled her ass, feeling her ass cheeks tighten and flex against one another as the big man stuck his tongue up her cunt.
It was unbelievable! Evelyn was pushing her hips forward toward him, humping her thighs up and down, fucking his mouth while groaning and gasping like a whore! A whore! A slut! Yes, yes, that's what she was, a fallen woman, just like the ones her husband talked about in his sermons.
Evelyn nearly laughed, feeling Jeff's fingers fluttering around her pussy, then tickling down over the narrow band of flesh separating her asshole from her pussy. His tongue was growing stiff once more as he shoved down deep, scouring her itchy, hot cunt walls with its surface. At the same time he was poking his right index finger against her asshole, poking it against the wrinkled shitter flesh.
Evelyn's eyelids fluttered open as she felt him sticking his finger in up to the second joint, wriggling it around while he pressed his mustache up against her clit. Sparks flew, setting her ass on fire while her clit throbbed dangerously close to orgasm. Evelyn had never considered how her asshole could be connected by nerves to her cunt. But now she knew. She could feel her pussy winking shut on Jeff's fucking tongue, milking it as if it were a prick while his finger wriggled back and forth in her asshole.
"Oh, no, no! Please! Oh God, you don't know-know what you're doing to me!" she gasped, her voice barely audible.
Jeff pulled back from between her legs for a minute, wiping one hand over his mouth and staring at her spit-slicked cunt.
"Man, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to piss for a week! Christ in heaven, I haven't been with a woman this hot for a long time," Jeff said in a low throaty voice, reaching down with one hand and giving his crotch a squeeze.
Evelyn saw what he was squeezing a long, thick bulge in the front of his dirtied trousers. She let her head fall back on the carpeting, feeling his tongue go back to her cunt once more.
Evelyn bit down hard on her lower lip as he raped her with his tongue once more, fucking his finger in and out of her asshole with the same rhythm, until she was crying and begging him for more.
"Uh! Huhhhhh! Huhhhhhh!"
She was building steadily toward an orgasm. Evelyn could feel it. Her mind was overloaded with the lusty rub of Jeff's tongue, her senses reeling with the hungry need for more. She pushed one shaky hand to her pussy mound and felt his tongue licking her all over. It was only when she flicked her eyelids up once more and caught sight of her husband's picture that Evelyn had troubling doubts. And then there was that long steady ripping sound. She knew what it was. Jeff was unzipping his trousers, getting ready to fuck his cock into her spit slick cunt.
"No!" Evelyn didn't even look at him. She knew it would be the end of something if she did.
Quickly, she swung her legs around, managing somehow to lurch away from Jeff's grasping hands. She couldn't go back to the church. Even a fool would be able to see what she'd been doing.
Evelyn rushed through the empty parsonage, finding the bathroom. Slamming the door and locking it, Evelyn braced her hands against the sink, reaching down and holding her dress up. She could still see the spitty trails his tongue had left on her thighs. She rocked her hips, feeling the friction of her clit-tip against her pussy lips.
' 'Huuuuuhhhhh-ahhhhhh!''
Oh, what a fool she had been to leave him there! If only she could turn around and run back and-but God in heaven, it was happening now! She was cumming now!
She was moving so quickly that perspiration was making her dress cling to her body. Evelyn glanced at the mirror, watching as her cunt lips grew a darker red.
"Cum! Cum!"
She let one hand slip down her belly, clitching at the tight, wet mat of her cunt hair. Just as she touched that slick, pulsing hole, a rush of white-hot madness engulfed her.
She sank slowly to the bathroom floor, her fingers fucking her pussy while she came and came.
When it was over, Evelyn found herself is slumped against a waste can. She realized she had left her panties in the room with Jeff. Evelyn flushed beet red, wondering what she would do now.
CHAPTER TWO
Evelyn had agonized several days over what had happened in the back room. Her husband had called Jeff several times without success about the plumbing problem. She was glad. Facing Jeff Beddingfield now while her mind was so confused would have destroyed her, she thought. And those panties! Evelyn had searched the room high and low, but had been unable to find them. She guessed Jeff had them. She could imagine him holding them, fingering them, even smelling them while he touched himself.
It was on Wednesday night, the evening of the prayer social, that Evelyn saw Jeff again. She had just finished listening to yet another mind numbing talk from one of the social clubs when she caught sight of Jeff strolling into the large basement hall.
Jack rushed up to him immediately, talking animatedly about doubtlessly, the plumbing problem. Jack had his back to her while Jeff looked straight across the room, his eyes seeming to burn her clothes off.
Evelyn squirmed uneasily in her chair, the memory of Sunday making her feel queasy. She remembered in one hot flash the feel of his tongue, the touch of his hands, the way his finger fucked her asshole while his tongue scraped so teasingly and wonderfully against her cunt walls. She sucked in a ragged breath, unsure she could take the sight of her husband and Jeff together in the same room.
"Mrs. Warrington, I wonder if you would speak to our parish next Saturday evening. Reverend Bethel has just arrived and the poor man is unmarried. I'm afraid we women don't have anyone to talk with, dear."
Evelyn thought she was hearing things. It was only when she cleared her head with some effort that she realized an elderly woman was talking to her. Two others were standing next to her, almost supporting her as they waited patiently for her answer.
Evelyn turned from Jeff with great difficulty, organizing her thoughts. "Yes, of course, of course. I don't know what to say, but-"
"Oh, don't worry about that, dear. It'll be good having a minister's wife in the parish for at least one evening, even if it isn't Reverend's," the old woman said, then she and the others slipped back into the crowd.
"Your husband's insistent. He wants me to fix the plumbing right now. Apparently it leaks like crazy, and he wants you to open the parish house for me," Jeff whispered, his breath tickling the back of her neck. He had sneaked up behind her.
Evelyn jumped, terrified that people would know there was something between them.
"No! I won't go up there with you-ever! What happened between us was a mistake, and it won't happen again," she said, knowing it was a terrible he.
"Well, explain that one to your hubby over there. He's stuck with some bishop or something and can't get away. You've got a duty, right?"
Evelyn could have screamed. She was trapped. Turning, she was about to say something when she felt Jeff grabbing her by the arm and leading her away. She moved as if in a cloud, passing her husband. The bishop caught her eye and nodded, a smile on his face.
What a greasy looking man, she thought, returning the smile and leaving the room.
"Who the hell was that?" Jeff asked, slipping one arm around her waist.
Evelyn shrugged him off, her feet sinking into the thick carpeting as they made their way up the stairs and toward the parsonage.
"Bishop Faddis. He's the ruling bishop for this state and-"
"I wouldn't let him near a playground. Bet he cruises schools looking for little girls," Jeff said with a snicker.
Evelyn flicked on the light switch, backing away and having every intention of leaving the farmer with his work.
Jeff caught her wrist, pulling her up against him. She could feel his hot breath against her throat as she struggled weakly.
There was that burning again, that awful trembling that made it nearly impossible for her to stand. And he was kissing her, gluing his mouth to hers and sticking his tongue down her throat while pushing her back against the wall.
Evelyn felt all her defenses dissolve under the heat of her steaming cunt. His hands were all over her, crawling up her belly, then reaching around and grasping at her ass. She could feel him kneading her ass, rubbing one ass cheek against the other while he pushed her back to the couch.
"No! Oh no!"
He had flicked off the lights. She felt him pulling off her slacks, then reaching up and unbuttoning her blouse.
As the garment slipped from her shoulders, Evelyn let out a gasp. It wasn't long before Jeff had opened her bra, letting it slip to the floor as he lowered her to the sofa.
"God in heaven, nice tits! I thought so, but, man, real nice!"
He was licking them, drawing his wonderful tongue over her stiff peaked tits until she thought her nipples had caught fire. And when he started nibbling at the tit-tips with his teeth, Evelyn thought she would lose her mind. He was licking and biting at the same time, his mouth making her nipples throb in time with her pulsing cunt.
Evelyn shifted her hips from side to side, feeling her ass sliding over the leather of her husband's office couch. Jeff was settling down on top of her, his body pressing gently against hers. He had taken off his flannel shirt, his bare, hairy chest tickling against hers.
Evelyn sighed, feeling the scratchy fur tingling against her nipples as his mouth continued to suck and lick against her tits. He had her panties down once more, and Evelyn thought again of Sunday evening. She should ask him about what he'd done with her briefs. But then he was kissing her hard. Evelyn could only think of what they were doing, of what they had started Sunday and what they were obviously going to finish tonight.
Gasps broke from her throat as Evelyn felt herself spinning higher and higher.
Jeff tore his mouth from hers and began licking down, tickling his way down to her cunt. Soon his hands were down by her jutting hipbones, holding her ass flat against the couch as he began nuzzling his nose against her hot cunt mound. He was licking her, his tongue on the skin of her inner thigh before going back to her cunt. Each lick was bringing more and more juice from her hot, sucking cunt hole.
Evelyn clitched at his hair, jerking her ass off the couch.
Jeff knew he was turning her on, exciting her as she'd never been excited before. He mouthed her pussy, nuzzling his nose between her slick cunt lips.
Evelyn cried out almost in pain, feeling his long wet tongue petting around her clit. He was snuffling around in her cunt. She could feel his hot breath tickle over her cunt hair as he drenched her pussy again and again.
"Huhhhhhrrrrrr!"
"You like gettin' your cunt sucked, right? Man, you sure go nuts over my tongue," Jeff said with a throaty laugh.
Evelyn couldn't speak. She drew her legs together, feeling his hands keeping them apart as he dove down into her hot, musky cunt once more and shoved his tongue all the way in. Evelyn let out a sharp cry as her fingernails clawed the couch.
"Uhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Jeff was licking harder now, teasing her asshole with his fingers once more while lapping around in her pussy. It was the loveliest thing that had happened to her in years. It was driving her mad.
She worked her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly. The more she moved, the more pleasure Jeff seemed to be bringing her.
Evelyn thought about being fucked. "Ohhhhhh!"
Flashes of incredible fire burned through her pussy, engulfing her clit, making her growl and twist her body like a whore in heat.
Jeff held her down, his jagged fingernails biting into her thighs as his tongue licked up. When he began sucking gently on her clit, the woman came unglued, kicking her legs high in the air while sparks seemed to fly from her tiny clit and burned into her cunt.
Evelyn heard the zipping sound once more, raising her head weakly from the couch and seeing his trousers slip from his thick muscled thighs.
Even in the dim light she could make out his cock head, which was so much fatter than her husband's. Evelyn looked at the massive thing. Surely something like that would hurt her, would split her in two!
Her cunt winked shut and her nipples puckered in fear and delight. She felt her cunt walls spasm as she lay there, quivering on the feverish edge of climax. A trickle of fuck-juice oozed from her slicked cunt-slot, wetting down her ass crack.
Jeff rocked from knee to knee, pulling off his pants and letting them fall with a rushing sound to the floor. Reaching down with one hand, he began sliding his fingers back and forth, making his prick even fatter and longer, while he cupped his low hanging balls with the other.
Evelyn moaned, letting her head fall back to the sofa once more and waiting for that magic moment.
"Man! Oh, man, hot bitch! You're gonna burn my prick off with that cunt, and I'm gonna love every second of it!"
He was lowering his chest against hers, pillowing her tits while his hard, hot cock was rubbing back and forth against the fuzzy slit of her cunt.
Flashes of light exploded behind her eyes as Evelyn fought for breath. His hips worked against hers while his hands reached down and moved greedily over her plump, white, shivering ass cheeks. The leather cushion was growing slick with her perspiration.
Evelyn worked her ass around, feeling his prick gouging against her pussy. He was going to fuck her now!
Evelyn cried out, banging her fists against his powerful shoulders as her knees spread. In one mad moment, she felt his prick press slickly down on her cunt-crack. All the nerve-endings in her pussy stood on end, sparking with the touch of his prick. In a second, Jeff thrust, fucking his prick in deep.
Evelyn let out a howl, jerking her head from left to right as she felt his hot, hard prick filling her cunt to the hilt. She wriggled her ass, caught on the stabbing cock as the man on top of her worked it deeper. The edges of her cunt burned with a fury she hadn't known for years. She was completely blown away by the slick, velvety feel of his prick against her cunt walls. How deliriously good it was having her pussy stretched and tickled that way. Evelyn wondered how she could have gone this long without it!
"Fuck it out, baby! Move that ass and fuck it out!"
Evelyn felt his fingers moving up to her tits once more, his palms flattening her tits while his nails scratched teasingly against her stiff, red nipples.
At the same time, Jeff was giving her short thrusts, making her grunt like a stuck pig. Her slick cunt walls snugged up to his fat prick, holding it while her pussy muscles cramped tightly around it. She felt like a new bride again, weeping and laughing while a man's prick ravaged her cunt.
"Say it, baby! Say how we're fuckin'! Tell me how good your pussy feels!" Jeff gasped, (ft, flicking his tongue in her ear.
"Pussy! Fucking!" she moaned, repeating the words over and over like a prayer.
"Good, real good!"
His teeth bit once more into her hard tit-flesh and sent the woman into a spasm of ecstasy. She groaned, pulling his head more tightly onto her tits.
Jeff licked her tits, biting the tense, sore tips until they throbbed with the same pleasure as her clit. He used his mouth and hands, working over her body until she thought she would surely cum.
Evelyn felt the first sparks of her climax start to burn through her clit. Her eyelids flickered open and she looked past Jeff's head, staring at the darkened ceiling while her cunt muscles spasmed.
Jeff groaned, his hairy ass rising, then pushing down, his prick fucking into her steamy cunt like a hot poker through a tub of butter.
Evelyn cried out, curling her fingers and digging her nails into the stud's back. Jeff ignored her scratching, fucking for all he was worth.
"Uh! Huhhh! Uh!" Evelyn screamed.
She felt Jeff working his cock in deeper, rocking his powerful hips until she thought she could feel her womb trembling. Scissoring her legs tightly around his body, Evelyn fucked up, feeling her ass and thighs cramping as flashes of incredible goodness sparked through her cunt. She could feel her muscles tensing, winding up like a spring as she fucked for all she was worth. Perspiration dripped from her forehead, wetting down her face and throat as Jeff hammered his body mercilessly against hers.
"No, no, no!"
He had stopped purposely, keeping his ass high in the air while only two inches of his prick remained buried in the hot, swampy mess of her cunt. He was teasing her again, moving his fat, purple cock head around in tiny little circles as she cried out and rocked her hips from side to side.
She tried jerking her ass up, but Jeff kept her down with one hand, bracing himself up with the other. He watched Evelyn lose her mind, her cunt winking shut on his prick head, the muscles making sucking motions as her pussy tried sucking his retreating prick back into her hot fuck hole.
Jeff relented finally, dropping back against her and thrusting his cock into her fuck hole.
Evelyn let out a cry, begging him for more. Her thighs ridged as the pulsing sensations between her flailing legs became more and more concentrated.
"Cock! Pussy! Fucking! Fucking! Oh, Jesus, I'm-I'm going to cummmmmmm!"
He was flicking her nipples with his fingertips when the first powerful wave of orgasm struck Evelyn. It was worse, far more powerful than what she'd experienced in the rectory last Sunday. Flashes of fire burned up her thighs, making her crazy with delight as her pussy exploded like a flaming keg of dynamite. Her arms flew around his neck as she tried to pull him deeper. At that moment, the minister's wife felt something very hot and sticky spattering against her spasming cunt walls. He was cumming, his jizz burning like acid into her pussy!
Evelyn screamed, hammering her fists against his shoulders as she felt the explosions blasting through her cunt. They made her asshole pucker as his jizz shot from his prick head and burned deep into her cunt hole.
"Oooooooh!" Evelyn cried out as insanity possessed her once again, making her body burn and throb like one massive clit. She grunted and cried against the big man holding her pinned to the couch, her legs kicking into the air as she came and came and came.
When it was finally over, Evelyn lay still on the sofa, one leg draped over the edge as her hands continued to caress Jeff's shoulders lightly. He kissed her chin, caressing her thighs and tits as he began to slip his prick from her slackening cunt.
"Nice, real nice!"
A cloud passed over Evelyn's mind.
"We-we can't do this anymore. If my husband finds out, it'll mean the end of his career."
Jeff laughed lightly, looking down at her. "You won't be able to stop. Now now, not ever. I sure am glad I'm not your husband. He's got a load on his hands now."
As much as Evelyn hated to admit it, she knew Jeff was right.
CHAPTER THREE
"And over here we hope to build a new wing to the school."
"Oh, how very interesting. I'm sure my husband could love to see these plans."
Evelyn was bored to tears. She had kept the promise she'd made to the old ladies at the prayer meeting, visiting Sam Bethel the following Wednesday. She was pleasantly surprised when she met him, a young, intelligent man not much different from her husband. He was athletic, good-looking, and apparently immersed in church doctrine.
Evelyn was sitting there in the rectory living room now, sipping tea and wishing that burning in her cunt would go away. She couldn't look at someone like Reverend Bethel without feeling that hot steaminess start bubbling up in her cunt hole. He wasn't interested in her. Perhaps he wasn't interested in women, although she saw some interesting exchanges of glances between him and his housekeeper Janet Trickster. The young woman was quiet enough, eyeing Evelyn warily as she entered. She had worn her severely tailored gray suit, something that was far from suggestive. Obviously, Janet was pleased, something which Evelyn noted. Perhaps the good Reverend Sam had something going on the side with the lady.
Evelyn smiled at the thought, raising her little finger and sipping more of the hot tea.
"Perhaps you'd like to see what we've done in constructing the wing," Reverend Bethel said, his sensuous lips breaking into a smile.
"Well, I'm not sure. I've got to be back at the parish in an hour and-"
"Oh, it wouldn't take that long. Please, come with me."
Evelyn sighed. Putting down her teacup, she rose, modestly straightening her long skirt and turning to follow the Reverend Bethel from his rectory. She passed Betty, who smiled grimly at her, dropping her eyes when Reverend Bethel patted her on the shoulder and moved on.
Evelyn followed, picking her way carefully through some construction material left near the doorway of the new wing.
The big man explained the various things he had planned for the students and the wing, growing excited as they moved through the nearly completed shell. It was when they were nearly through that Evelyn lost her balance while crossing a loose board and tumbled forward.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she gasped, clutching the reverend's strong arms and feeling her legs sliding out from under her.
She heard him swallowing hard. And when he moved her backward against the wall, Evelyn still didn't realize what was actually happening. It was only when she felt his strong body pressing hard against hers, crushing her back against the naked drywall that she understood what Reverend Bethel was up to. She looked up into his eyes.
"Please, Reverend Bethel, it was an accident, I slipped and-' "No, it was no accident. Call it God's will. I think it was."
"The Devil's! Please!"
But Reverend Bethel was too worked up to hear her.
"Ever since I first met you, the only thing I wanted to do was fuck you. Oh yes, yes, fucking you, making your eyes roll while I stick my cock in you."
Evelyn was shocked, drawing her hands up against his chest and pressing forward with all her strength. He was crazy, an awful maniac wanting to rape her right here.
"No, not here, no!"
"Don't worry about that."
He scooped her up from the floor, holding her tightly, while Evelyn tried once more to pull herself free. His arms were too strong, his grip too tight.
He swept her from the construction site, his feet crushing over the loose boards and nails. At any moment, Evelyn expected the housekeeper to surprise them, her hands going to her shocked mouth while the reverend tried explaining the situation to her.
But no one came.
In a moment they were in a small room, the door locked shut behind them. She could see it was a kind of miniature study, complete with a small desk and a couch.
Evelyn panicked when he let her down and bolted for the door. Sam slammed his fist against it and moved around until he was facing her.
"You're going nowhere until you fuck me," he whispered, his handsome face red with lust. He began to slip off his black jacket, pulling the collar with one jerk from his throat while his grin widened.
"Please, no!"
"Are you the faithful wife, pure to your husband?" he asked mockingly, his head tilted to one side.
Evelyn blushed beet red. She could tell he knew the answer to the question already.
"Uh-huh, thought so. Well if not with the plumber or whoever, why not with me?"
"You don't understand! Things happen, but this-this is planned!" Evelyn moaned.
"Yes, right, not really, but I suppose in a way, part of God's plan. Let's fulfill it, shall we dear?" he whispered, loosening his belt and coming toward her.
"No, please!"
She felt her plump ass flattening against the wall. Evelyn struggled weakly, feeling the reverend's hot breath pumping against her throat as his fingers sank into the hot flesh of her ass. It was happening again, and this time with a man of God! He was whispering things to her, awful, exciting things about her body and what he was going to do with it.
"I'm going to fuck you! Fuck my prick into you so hard you'll be able to taste my cum when I get through!" Reverend Bethel whispered, his fingers grabbing at her dress and drawing it up until he had exposed her panties.
Evelyn made a quick grab down at the hem, but Sam was faster, knocking her hand away and cupping his fingers under her crotchband. "Ooooooooh!"
He could tell now! God in heaven, he could tell she was hot. He was fingering the soppy wet nylon crotch band, working it up into her hot, sucking cunt hole, rubbing it against her clit.
She let her head fall back as a moan escaped her parted lips. Her knees were braced against his, shaking as if they might give way. She could feel his fingers through the juice-soaked material as he rubbed back and forth.
"I-I can't breathe," she whispered, feeling her chest tighten so.
"Oh my God, Jesus is going to triumph today when I take you to bed!"
"But-but ..."
Evelyn thought of the severe looking housekeeper Janet, of how dangerously wrong this all was. And then she felt his mouth teasing hers. She couldn't feel so sure of herself any longer. Surely she would burn for this. But she was burning now, her cunt on fire, her pussy hair singed with her own sexual heat.
Then he was tonguing her mouth, bringing little sharp jabs of excitement to her with each touch of his roaming hands. One finger traced maddeningly down her slim hips, down to the stretched, wet leg band of her white panties. She moaned, her legs shivering as if someone had touched them with a live electric wire.
He was barely brushing the few cunt curls that tufted around the edges of the leg band. And then he was sliding it up, the tip of his finger scraping deliciously along her shitter, until it brushed over her outer cunt lips.
Evelyn groaned again, her head falling against the plastered wall behind her while her mind exploded into bright colors. He was petting her cunt, brushing the slick hair back while poking at her wet fuck slit.
Evelyn was about to beg him to let her go when he shoved his finger in, pushing it into her pussy to the second joint. Her mouth opened and she let out a loud gasp as her body trembled. She felt a hot flush radiate up through her belly, making her throat and face red with sexual excitement. She could feel it, feel the fingernails scraping teasingly along the slick pink lumps and ridges of her hot little cunt. How that itchy ache was throbbing now, sapping her strength as he finger fucked her.
"Ooooooh, no, please! Oh God in heaven, this is so wrong, Reverend!"
"Eatin' cunt! That's what I'm going to do, and you're going to love it!"
Evelyn gasped against his neck. How could he read her mind that way? She was astounded, amazed that he knew just what she wanted. She would have another man's mouth on her cunt, a tongue licking into her pussy, scraping over her cunt walls. She remembered what Jeff had done to her with his magic tongue. And now it was going to happen again, right in the rectory!
The wicked, delicious act made her cunt ache all the more with lust as Reverend Bethel moved her gently from the wall and pushed her toward the couch. She kissed his neck, loving his musky, good smell.
"Gonna suck your tongue!"
Evelyn gave it to him willingly, perhaps too willingly, she thought. And yet, when he pulled it deep between his teeth, she was glad she had. He bit and sucked at it until she whimpered. His hand cupped upward, his fingers curling against her nylon covered cunt mound. He pushed in far enough once again for the dampness of her pussy to leak through the nylon even more, wetting his lingers.
"When a woman has it coming out of her like this, surely she's been the object of neglect from her husband," Reverend Bethel whispered, pushing her gently onto the sofa.
She could feel him pulling her shoes off.
"Oh, he has, Reverend, he has. It's been so long since he's-" Evelyn bit her lip. No matter what happened, the affairs between her and her husband were still private. She couldn't tell all. That would be too much.
"Never mind. This is God's will. The Lord's brought you to me, brought you so I can perform what your husband can't. Look at it that way," Sam whispered, shoving her back onto the couch.
He had her dress up and was fingering her calves, kissing the backs of her legs.
Evelyn tried kicking him away gently, feeling the flames of goodness licking her thighs once more.
Reverend Bethel moved back, taking his shirt off and revealing a massive chest.
Evelyn sucked in a ragged breath, feeling the world slipping away from her. He was going to fuck her, fuck her right here in the church! His hands were all over her now, unbuttoning her garment, sliding it partially off her. When he reached up for her bra, Evelyn came unglued, her arms feeling weak and limp.
"Yes, dear, that's right, relax. It's God's natural law you're feeling. Revel in it, celebrate it," he whispered, unhooking the straps of her bra and pulling it from her tits.
Evelyn let out a hiss, her tits exposed. How hot they were! How sore her nipples were, aching to be kissed, to be sucked, to be pinched.
Reverend Bethel loosened his black trousers while moving up and drawing his tongue over her right tit-tip. Evelyn gasped, her eyelids flickering wide open as she arched her back and pushed her head into the soft sofa.
He was licking her nipple ever so gently, squeezing her tit with his hand and making the bright red nub stand up even farther. And when he started sucking on it, gently biting at the same time, Evelyn thought she would lose her mind.
She brought her arms up, pushing her fingers through his thick hair while trying to kiss him.
But he had moved down, trailing his fingers along her naked belly after having slipped the dress off her. She only wore now her panties, the crotch revealing the dark triangle of blonde pussy hair.
Suddenly Evelyn found herself on her stomach, his head rolled to one side, her cheek pressed hotly against the cool leather. He was skinning her sheer nylon panties down over her thighs, over her knees, her ankles. Then she was stark naked, her hot cunt pressing wetly against the sofa. She could feel his fingers gently tracing the lush curves of her ass and thighs.
And then Evelyn felt his tongue licking her ass. He was spreading her ass cheeks as if they were loaves of bread while his tongue brushed down deep between that hot, moist valley.
"Oh God in heaven, fuck me, fuck me!" Evelyn moaned, her head rolling softly from side to side as she felt his tongue flicking gently into her asshole.
She bucked her thighs upward, her ass rising in the air, hanging there shivering and white as her knees sunk into the soft leather couch. His fingers dug into her soft legs while his tongue feathered around her shitter, moving down until it would just touch her cunt. Fires of incredible goodness raced up and down her thighs, making her cunt snap shut on thin air. It was the most delicious torture she had ever endured in her life.
Evelyn bobbed her ass frantically in the air, jerking it from side to side, demanding more hot, wet licking around her cunt and asshole.
"Oh yes, Evelyn, yes, that's for me, all for me and Jesus! That's it, make the supreme sacrifice for Jesus!"
She could feel his hot breath rustling through her cunt hair . Having the minister's hot, licking mouth against her wet cunt was as important as her husband's sermons were to him. She knew she didn't have the holy willpower to make him stop. All she could think of was his demanding, wondrous mouth and all the things it was doing to her.
Evelyn felt the flooding juices of her cunt seeping from her cunt-slit, wetting down her thighs. Reverend Bethel was sucking her off, flicking his tongue into her pussy-hole while spreading her open with his greedily crawling fingers.
"Uhhhh-huhhhhhh!"
She could feel his sexy mustache prickling all the sensitive nerve endings around her cunt.
Reverend Bethel wasn't just kissing her pussy. He was licking deeply into it, skewering her with his wonderful tongue, making her buck her ass back at him while her tits dangled. She let out huge shuddering sighs, and her nostrils burned from excitement. She was a mare in rut, a whore in heat, anything she could think of that would excite her as the minister fucked his tongue faster and faster into her hairy, sucking cunt hole.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me? Christ in heaven, you're going to kill me doing this!"
Reverend Bethel said nothing, turning her over again and smoothing his fingertip over her flushed, flat tummy. He pushed his hands upward, cupping her tits and squeezing them until her nipples popped up even firmer and hotter than before.
Evelyn went wild, drumming her legs against the sofa cushions while digging her fingernails into his hands. Very carefully, Reverend Bethel brought his fingers down until he was holding her steamy cunt lips apart. She could feel the pressure, feel his fingertips rubbing deliriously, itchily over her pussy.
She would die doing this. She knew she would. No woman could survive anything like this. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would surely burst. He was spreading her wider apart, pushing her legs apart while deftly crawling forward.
Letting go of her for a moment, Reverend Bethel worked his trousers down until they were puddled around his knees. There in the dimness she could see his prick poking hard against the piss-flap of his white cotton jockey shorts.
"Want me to eat you again?"
Evelyn nodded her head up and down, looking at him as if he were Satan. He was, in a way, tearing down all that was good and holy in her. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go when she felt him find her clit again. He rolled one thumb back and forth until the woman found herself clinging to his neck, whimpering, SI begging him with lusty little grunts.
"Oh yeah, yeah! My God, sister, you want to be fucked badly, don't you? Let God enter the most holy of temples then," Reverend Bethel said, a savage leer on his face.
Evelyn nodded again, her breathing out of control.
And then she felt his fingers gripping her firmly again, raising her from the couch and twisting her around until she was kneeling. What was more incredible was that Reverend Bethel had slipped under, having kicked off his trousers in the meantime and shoved them under the sofa.
Evelyn let her head fall forward, her blonde hair falling over her flushed, lust bloated face. She let him do what he would with her, feeling as if she indeed were in the hands of God. Her tits slapped gently against one another, her nipples very hard and sensitive.
In a moment she found herself straddling his broad shoulders, her knees bent so that her legs were pointed back along his body. It was so odd, so naughty, so wicked. She could feel her cunt spreading open, the hot, sticky flesh peeling back itchily as Reverend Bethel squirmed on the leather couch until his mouth was directly under her pussy.
She was straddling his head now, feeling his fingers caress her firm ass. The tickling, gentle touch brought shudders of delight from her. Her cunt was being brought down until she could feel her soppy pussy lips fitting against his chin.
"Uhhhh-ooooooh!"
Evelyn felt herself coming apart. She was high, dizzy, falling through a world of incredible delight. She felt his teeth cutting along the edges of her delicate inner cunt lips. She threw her head back and jerked, riding his stabbing tongue, her tits bouncing about as she brought her hands up and started squeezing her nipples as hard as she could. His tongue searched back, inching along. She felt it spearing hard into her cunt. He was tasting her insides, drinking up her flowing fuck-juices, sucking her dry.
Evelyn moved her hips faster, feeling his tongue lick hungrily against her clit. She moved even faster, perspiration dotting her forehead. She was fucking his mouth, pumping her ass to the steady spasms of her cunt and wanting more.
She let her head hang down as she moved her taut ass around like a wild mare. "More!"
Evelyn had the desire to be fucked. As if sensing her need for more, Reverend Bethel brought one finger up, slipping it into her pussy.
Evelyn shivered while goosebumps broke out all over. He fucked in and out of her with his closed fingers, sucking her clit between his teeth.
Evelyn felt the world crashing around her and didn't even notice a figure standing briefly at the doorway, only to duck back into the shadows when she jerked her head up for air.
He flipped her quickly, her shoulders digging into the sofa cushions. He held her down, his fingers braced against her shoulders and his prick poking out from his jockey shorts.
Evelyn cried out, twisting and jerking her body against his grip as her cunt caught fire. She was close, the feverish chills burning through her thighs.
Sam threw himself onto her savagely, his mouth sucking at hers, his tongue tasting of her cunt and sliding down her throat while his prick banged against her cunt.
Reverend Bethel was groaning into her spit slicked mouth, riding her down onto the couch as his prick rubbed continually against her clit.
Evelyn felt her belly swelling with his prick meat, her cunt lips burning with fucking friction as her mind reeled. She jerked her body, fucking back for all she was worth, her hips bumping against his until she could feel the keen explosions start up deep in her cunt.
One after another they struck, each one racking her senses more and more. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion now.
Evelyn clawed at the air, biting and kicking and screaming. She could feel the muscles in her pussy cinching down on that fat, greasy, shooting hunk of prick meat. Again and again she felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, holding it until she thought the muscles would tear as more and more jizz shot out and burned into her hot little pussy.
She could feel the glossy rub of his prick, smeared with her fuck juices and his cum as their madness slowed and finally stopped. Evelyn's arms were dangling at her sides, her legs draped down onto the floor.
"A fine fuck, sister, a good fuck for the Lord," Reverend Bethel said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
She wrinkled her forehead, drawing her legs back after he had pulled his softening prick from her cunt hole and looking around for her clothes. She wanted to leave.
"You needn't worry, dear, I won't tell a soul. And perhaps you could come back later, for, uh, another look at the rectory."
"Yes, yes, of course," Evelyn whispered, sliding her damp panties on.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Of course my husband, uh, Jack has done wonders with the youth group," Evelyn said, folding her hands together and feeling terribly uncomfortable.
Bishop Faddis was back in the parish house with her. It had been three days since Reverend Bethel had made her cum her brains out-three days without fucking.
Evelyn had tried to put that awful, ungodly thought from her mind. But her hot little cunt winked shut, sending chills of delight racing through her body and making her nipples perk up against her bra even when no man was near her to excite her.
She prayed, but her calls for calm went unheeded. And now this leering old fool was here, sitting on the edge of her husband's favorite easy chair, his fat face flushed with excitement. Why wasn't Jack back yet? What was he doing? Evelyn knew he was supposed to be visiting some sick parishioners.
"Yes, yes, of course," he said with a little wheeze, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from his black sleeve. His eyes dropped for a moment, then blinked up and met hers.
Evelyn inhaled sharply. It was the same look Jeff and the others had given her before they'd stuck their tongues in her pussy! What was worse, Evelyn thought, was the way she was reacting. She could feel a tingling warm glow licking up her cunt, touching her clit and making it start to swell and itch. She drew her knees together, smoothing her trembling fingers over her skirt.
"And he's marvelous with the ill. You know, today"
Bishop Faddis put one hand up to stop her, then drew closer.
Evelyn held her breath, her fingers growing icy as she listened to his uneven, wheezing breath.
"I've been following Jack's career. It's very, very promising. Of course, a good minister needs a good, supportive, and cooperative wife."
He emphasized the last few words, his eyes growing hooded while a slight smile crossed his lips. There was a concentrated look masking his face now.
Evelyn looked down and could see a growing bulge pushing out against the fly of his trousers. He wanted her, wanted her badly. He was doing everything but telling her how he wanted to fuck her right now.
"I'm not sure what you mean, sir."
Bishop Faddis threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. Then Evelyn felt him grab her right arm, his stubby fingers sinking into her flesh. He was drawing her off the chair, his hot damp breath panting against her throat.
"Don't be coy with me, Mrs. Warrington. Or may I call you Evelyn? Formality is ridiculous, considering I'm going to fuck you."
"Bishop Faddis!" Evelyn cried out, scandalized and trying to draw away.
"Please, my dear. Surely you guessed what was going to happen. You're not a fool, I can tell that."
He was wrestling with her, showing more strength and dexterity than Evelyn would have dared guess he had in his fat little body. He was on his feet now, holding her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides while sliding his lips up her throat. She let her head fall back, feeling her heart pounding so hard it made her chest ache.
"No, no, it's wrong!"
"Ummmmmmm!"
He was tonguing her neck now, his fingers digging into her ass.
Evelyn knew he didn't have to hold her prisoner anymore. She wouldn't have left him even if her husband had walked in.
He was drawing her to the large couch by the window, his fingers pulling and tugging at her black skirt. "Get down there," he whispered hoarsely. She felt him unbuttoning her blouse roughly and helped, fearing he would tear the pearl buttons from their slender white threads. He panted grossly, fondling himself as she drew her blouse over her head, then reached back and unfastened the elastic band of her bra.
When her tits sprang free, she could hear him let out a little gasp, his fingers greedily moving up her tummy and finally reaching her nipples. When he began pinching them, twisting and twirling the sore, itchy nubs, Evelyn sank to the soft brown leather cushions, her head spinning.
"Little slut! Your husband married Satan's bride and hasn't discovered that yet! But I'll purge you of that evil!"
She was on her back, her skirt pulled roughly from her thighs.
The bishop was red-faced now, his breathing irregular as he reached down and rolled Evelyn around until she was flat on her belly.
She could hear him undressing, the sound of his zipper making her heart pound faster. In a so moment, she felt him kneeling between her legs, his pudgy fingers grasping at her ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "Ooooooh!"
He was licking her, drawing his tongue along her moist, hot ass crack until it was touching the wrinkled flesh of her shitter. Evelyn's eyelids fluttered open, her knees digging harder into the soft cool leather as her cunt winked shut on thin air. She rocked her thighs hungrily, feeling her cunt lips slipping against one another. His fingers kept her ass cheeks wide apart as the flicking movements of his tongue grew more frenzied. She could feel his hot spit dribbling down between her splayed ass cheeks. He was drawing his tongue down farther, the tip only an inch away from her clit as his nose pressed against her asshole.
Evelyn groaned into the soft pillow, her fingernails creasing into the sofa. He was eating out her asshole and cunt with hungry licks. She could feel his hot, panting breath rustling through her cunt hair as his fingers pressed harder against her ass cheeks. The delightful blazing agony of her burning cunt grew more and more concentrated as Bishop Faddis moaned into her pussy.
"You slut! You slut!" he gasped lovingly, his fingers moving around to her jutting hipbones.
She felt him drawing her ass up higher. Evelyn pressed one moist asscheek against the couch and jerked her ass up a few inches, wagging the spit slick flesh in the air as if it were her tail. He was crawling farther on top of her now, his fat belly nestling in the curve of her spine while his prick pressed against the spitty asscrack.
"What-what are you doing?" Evelyn panted, feeling his prick head rubbing against her asshole.
"Only a woman like you would appreciate what's about to happen!" Bishop Faddis moaned into her ear as his fingers tightened around her hips.
"No, no, not there! Oh please, God in heaven, not there!"
Evelyn struggled under him, digging her fingernails into the sofa as she felt the pressure building against her asshole. Bishop Faddis' fingers crawled up like warm little spiders to her tits, the nails digging into her nipples as he wriggled atop her. She could feel his prick sliding up into her ass crack, the purple, bloated cock-head nudging more insistently against her shitter, until she could feel the hole opening and making room for his prick.
"Oh God, help this child accept what is about to happen to her!" Bishop Faddis whispered, sticking his tongue in her ear and pushing down with all his might.
"Awk!"
Evelyn's eyes rounded, her nostrils flaring as she felt the fat, blunt head of his prick fuck into her bowels. Her body shivered from the pain, her fingers clawing at the sofa cushions.
Evelyn tried to shake off the fat, horny bishop. But he clung more fervently to her, gasping terrible, unholy things in her ear while pinching her nipples. In a moment she felt his chin against the back of her skull as he pushed down harder.
"Ahhhh!"
Evelyn saw white and yellow spots explode in front of her eyes. Bishop Faddis was laughing, laughing a nasty little laugh as he continued to fuck her in the ass.
"Take it in! Take it in, you bitch from hell! You're shit, and I'll feel your shit on my cock!" he cried out, losing what little control he had.
Evelyn felt the pain and awful pleasure of being fucked in the ass increase. She screamed louder, feeling as if the whole tight ring of her shitter was being shoved up into her bowels. The stretching, itchy delight around her shitter was driving her half mad.
Bishop Faddis kept licking her neck, his fingers squeezing her tits as he rocked his hips from side to side. He was fucking his prick into her asshole, shoving down, grunting and panting like a pig in heat.
And then he brought both hands down around her ass, tracing the swells of her thighs for a moment before stretching his thumbs out and pulling her ass cheeks farther apart. Evelyn could feel her shitter stretching even farther apart, her sphincter relaxing as more and more of the holy man's prick slipped into her asshole. Strange stinging sensations assailed her shitter, pricking her clit and making the tiny nub stand up stiffly.
Evelyn moaned, biting at the cushion and rocking her hips from left to right. She could feel his prick fucking into her asshole, pushing the soft, musky lining apart.
Evelyn could feel the obscene slickness of his foreskin peeling back. The end of his prick felt slippery. It pushed farther into her asshole, making the woman grunt and silently beg for more.
The bishop quickly saw he had gained ground and let go of her hip, moving one hand back up to her tits and squeezing them until Evelyn screamed.
"Oh God, you bitch! All the saints in heaven couldn't have made me happier than fucking your ass right now! Yes, yes, child, you're making me very happy with your hot little ass!" he whispered, tonguing her ear once more as he filled her ass with more hot inches of his throbbing prick.
Evelyn let out a gasp, knowing this violation was only the beginning of her long descent into hell.
CHAPTER FIVE
"No, no, oh God in heaven, you're killing me! You're-you're no man of God! Please, don't, please get off me!"
Evelyn cried out, moving her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow fucking of his hard prick into her ass hurt her and gave her unspeakable, ungodly pleasure. If she could somehow show him how well her cunt would wrap around his prick, perhaps he would give her the chance to fuck him the normal way.
But no, Bishop Faddis was having too good a time pushing his prick into her shitter. He enjoyed pinning her face-down on the couch, his legs pressing down against hers as his hands toyed mercilessly with her nipples.
Evelyn let out another cry, sobbing into the pillow as she felt the pain knifing through her ass and somehow increasing the joy-flashes that burned into her clit. She cried out with joy, shaking her head as her blonde hair curtained her face. Now both his hands covered her nipples, the stubby fingers twisting her nipples as he gave her short, sharp fuck thrusts in her asshole.
Evelyn threw her head back, letting out cry after cry as she felt Bishop Faddis biting the nape of her neck. She moved her plump pink ass cheeks from side to side, feeling his prick rubbing against her asshole.
Bishop Faddis sensed her hellish excitement and thrust hard, pinching her nipples especially hard this time.
Evelyn cried out, pounding the couch with her clenched fists. Her legs straightened, trembling and shivering while the muscles of her arms and legs bulged against her sweaty white flesh. She was having spasms of delight, her cunt winking again, the cunt lips hot against one another. She could feel the easing pressure in her ass.
Evelyn moaned, feeling the Bishop's cock hair prickling her asshole. She delighted in feeling her belly swelling as if she were pregnant with his prick. He was moaning and kissing her neck, tonguing her jutting shoulder blades while stirring his prick around in her shitter.
And then he was pulling back, with drawing his cock from her, making her cunt go into spasms of incredible delight.
Evelyn bit her lip, feeling the vulgar sucking. She let out groan after groan, her pussy and shitter going into spasms. Rutting wildly, Evelyn pushed her ass cheeks up, wanting more of his prick fucking into her.
"So, you little slut, you want more of my prick in your ass?"
"Yes, yes, more, more! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Evelyn cried, no longer caring what the Bishop would think of her.
"Then take it, you little bitch! Swallow my cock with your ass!"
He had pushed in halfway and paused, watching as Evelyn squirmed wildly. She was impaled, her ass split wide open with his cock meat.
Then Bishop Faddis fucked all the way in, his belly nearly crushing her spine as his prick rummaged deep in her bowels. The sliding of his cock as it fucked deeper in her bowels sent hot, shivery thrills through her body.
Evelyn felt her belly filling with the holy man's cock. It was like having a load of iron-hard lead in her body.
With another cry, Evelyn thought of her husband, of the way Jeff Beddingfield had fucked her, and of the way Reverend Bethel's hot tongue had felt slipping into her clitching, greedy little cunt hole. Somehow all the images of these men and what they'd done to her merged as she lay there face down and took the bishop's cock up her ass.
Suddenly the steady pressure eased. He was all the way in once more, kissing her lovingly, his fingers pinching her nipples. Then he began developing a rhythm that set her ass on fire yet again.
In and out, in and out, his prick slowly hammering faster and faster against her asshole until Evelyn was crying out with each thrust of his cock. The strange fullness inside her bowels was exciting her more and more. It was adding to the incredible heat burning through her cunt, making her yelp and cry.
His belly slapped wetly against her back as he pinched her nipples so hard she thought he would surely tear them from her tits. The head of his cock seemed to fuck up into her chest, and she opened her mouth and let out more sighs.
The tempo of his ass ripping prick increased.
Evelyn tried squeezing her ass tight around him, dragging more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She couldn't feel anything that could remotely be called pain. He was beating her into the couch with his cock and belly, fucking her faster and faster, until she thought her shitter was on fire.
Nothing seemed real any longer. The room was filled with their mutual groans as all the feeling in her body concentrated on her asshole. The stretching, tingling ring seemed to draw all her strength.
Bishop Faddis grunted behind her, his prick pulling out and sucking her guts down. Only the head of his prick stayed in her spasming asshole.
Evelyn felt the flaring sides of his cock-head tugging at the lining of her shitter, urging her insides to puff out. She fucked her ass back and forth with fast, fluttering strokes.
"No, no, don't-uhhhh, don't do this to me! Cum, damn you!"
"You whore, I'll cum in your ass! Yes, sister, I'll fill your shitter up with my jizz until it bubbles with it!"
"Oh yes, yes, cum in me, cum in me hard, real hard!" Evelyn panted.
She was a mindless animal, rutting with no shame. She felt wild, free, abandoned by God and loving every free second of it!
Evelyn wanted it all now, wanted the feeling of his prick blowing its load into her bowels until she was swimming in the white-hot mixture of his cum and her cunt-juices.
"Oh yes, sister, yes, soon, soon!" Bishop Faddis hissed in her right ear.
Evelyn could hardly hear him. She was tearing around in a world of her own, feeling her cunt grow hotter, tighter, more tender, until her clit finally exploded in a white-hot burst of maddening fury. She rocked her body wildly, scratching and kicking at the couch. She was cumming hard, her pussy clitching at nothing as the bishop's prick continued to fuck her asshole!
"Yes, sister, yes, that's it, cum! That's your big one! Blow it out, sister, and-uhhhhhhh, yaghghhghhh!"
Bishop Faddis finally lost control, his arms hugging her tightly and nearly squeezing all the air from her lungs as he shot thick, spurting jizz into her asshole.
Evelyn couldn't keep herself down, her cunt snapping shut again and again. She convulsed, her body jerking and twitching. Her tits were mashed under his clitching fingers. She could almost feel bruises rising. But Evelyn didn't care about any of that. All she could think of were the delightful pangs of her cumming spasms.
"Ooooooooh!"
The explosive jolts of heat in her pussy amplified the spasming sensations in her ass. Evelyn's mind spun out of control. "No! Oh God, no, no, no!"
He was finished, pulling his softening prick from her cum-slick asshole while she was still cumming. She wanted his prick to stay in her ass until the whole marvelous process of her unholy cum was finished.
Evelyn wept. It was interrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot signals crashing up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered. She fought to keep his prick buried up in her asshole.
"Oh, you're a greedy little slut, aren't you? You still haven't had enough, have you, you bitch?" Bishop Faddis moaned.
"No, no, no!" Evelyn cried out, scratching her fingernails over the couch cushions until she tore the thick material.
"Then take it!"
He shoved his prick back in, wriggling his thighs while Evelyn let out another cry. She could feel her asshole fluttering around his cock, dragging it back in while her cunt spasmed more powerfully than ever. She kicked and cried.
Soon it was over. She felt a bubble of air escape from her cunt as the bishop's jizz gushed from her shit hole around his limp prick. He was licking at her sweaty throat. Only now did she realize what a filthy, hideous thing she'd done. She had betrayed her husband with his superior. She had mocked God in His house, and done it in this foul way.
Evelyn collapsed against the sofa, feeling the last stinging spasms of her climax biting at her clit.
"Oh, sister, that was good, very good! I'll make certain your husband will be rewarded for your-uh, works!"
Evelyn lay there, twisting her head around and watching the bishop slip back into his black trousers and white shirt. How many others had he fucked this way, promising them everything and finally delivering nothing except worry? she wondered.
"You know, of course, Reverend Bethel," Bishop Faddis said, narrowing his eyes and studying her closely as he tucked in his shirt.
Evelyn felt her cunt shudder at the sound of the man's name. But she managed to keep an outward appearance of calm.
"Yes, of course. He's come to my husband's n services several times. A pleasant person," Evelyn said, trying to keep a steady tone in her voice.
"I see. He hasn't then-well, made advances toward you then, has he?"
Evelyn lowered her eyes, feeling the heat flashing up her cheeks. How was she supposed to answer this? She could feel the cum still dribbling from her stretched asshole. He had fucked her in a most foul way. What in God's name did he want from her?
"But of course, you're not in the mood for answering these kinds of questions, sister. Besides, if I'm not mistaken, your husband is here," Bishop Faddis said, drawing the black drapes aside from the window and peering down.
Evelyn jerked up from the couch, snatching her blouse and bra up from the floor and feeling her ass slide uncomfortably over the wet cushions of the sofa.
"You needn't worry, sister," he said, putting a consoling hand in the air while lumbering toward the door. "I'll speak with him while you dress. Yes, it's too bad. I could have enjoyed another session with you. Perhaps at some later time."
Evelyn knew she couldn't think of what had just happened right now. The bishop, the man who had just fucked her in the ass, was downstairs speaking with her husband. What they were saying God only knew! She was certain Bishop Faddis would say nothing about her. Certainly he would be a fool to do so. But still, just the thought of him being alone with Jack sickened her.
Evelyn put on her bra and panties, feeling her briefs clinging uncomfortably to her pussy and asshole as she stepped into her skirt and hurriedly zipped up the garment. She reached the bottom of the staircase, combing her hair straight with her fingers just in time to see the bishop leaving by the front door.
Jack looked confused, scratching his head as the older man patted him consolingly on the shoulder, then slipped out and let the screen door close in front of him.
Evelyn leaned heavily against the handrail, her fingers gripping the polished wood. Her world was coming apart, and with it, Jack's. She wanted to be a good wife, to support her husband. And yet there was something in her, something that demanded to be heard at any price. And it was to that voice that Evelyn listened.
Four days passed, four days in which Evelyn dreamed about the men who had fucked her. Twice she had seen Reverend Bethel in the presence of her husband. She could have screamed when she saw him, thinking of the way his fingers had held her legs apart while his tongue snaked and slithered up into her cunt hole.
Once, she had seen Jeff Beddingfield playing catch with one of his younger brothers. She stood at the window, her fingers playing across the white lace curtains as she watched him bolting across the grassy field next to the parsonage. She wanted to rap on the window until her knuckles bled.
On the fifth day, Jack left the parish on his usual Thursday calls on the elderly.
Evelyn sat at the kitchen table, her fingers squeezing a coffee cup until she thought she would shatter it as she listened to her husband's car drive off. Alone! She was alone and would be for nearly the entire day. Five days of cunt tingling thoughts were making her so sensitive.
Even now she felt her white satin nightgown exciting every inch of her flesh, making her cunt drool with fuck-juice while her nipples swelled up and pressed itchily against the soft, cool material.
She could pray, of course. But somehow that paled beside the touch of a man's body pressing into hers. Would the others know her husband was gone? It was well known that he made his sickness rounds, as he called them, on Thursdays.
A knocking at the door interrupted her thought.
Evelyn nearly spilled the coffee from the cup, setting it back down carefully in the dish and gathering her gown tightly around her waist. She shook the loose blonde hair from her face and rose, feeling the slick, itchy friction of her cunt lips rubbing against one another as she moved unsteadily into the living room.
Evelyn hesitated for a moment, then stretched one hand forward and opened the door. She cocked her head to one side, finding herself facing a severe looking middle-aged woman wearing a tweed suit and clitching a black leather handbag.
"Mrs. Warrington? I'm Reverend Bethel's housekeeper, Janet Baker. I think we should talk."
There was something almost insulting in her tone of voice.
Evelyn's first reaction was to slam the door in her face. Instead, she collected herself and smiled, opening the door a little farther and stepping back.
"Of course, please, come in."
CHAPTER SIX
"So you see, I know everything about you. That is, everything I care to. I don't doubt you aren't busy seducing everything wearing pants in your husband's parish. That's your business, even though I think that sort of attitude is whorish. But you'll be kind enough to keep yourself to your own territory, am I clear?"
Evelyn had been listening to the tirade for the past ten minutes, feeling herself grow numb. The woman had seen them! She had watched as Reverend Bethel had tongued her pussy and fucked her head off! Now Janet was threatening to tell everyone, not only the bishop, but the entire congregation. She would bring shame down on her and Jack. No, she had to be stopped!
Drawing her knees together and smoothing her gown modestly down, Evelyn stared at the two untouched coffee cups on the glass table before her. What was she to do?
"I needn't say that telling anyone right now would be the best thing," Janet said, her eyes straying to Evelyn's bodice.
It was then that Evelyn realized her gown had come somewhat undone, revealing the full, generous swells of her tits. Her nipples were hard and firm, poking through the satin material of her dressing gown.
The housekeeper's stare had aroused something in her. Of course, she was so alive with emotion, so hot with sexuality that nearly anything would have gotten her going.
Evelyn moved her ass on the couch cushions, feeling her pussy warming to the touch of her gown pressing lightly against her cunt lips.
"It would create a scandal that would harm both Reverend Bethel and your husband, not to mention sullying your own reputation!" Jack exclaimed.
Evelyn stirred angrily at the remark, her cheeks reddening as her eyes flashed at Janet.
"How dare you? And in my home as well," she said stiffly, rising from the sofa.
Her gown fell open farther, revealing the full rich underswells of her tits and a good deal of her belly. Janet's eyes rounded, one hand fluttering up to her throat as she drew her legs back hard against the wing-backed chair.
"Mrs. Warrington, I don't think growing angry is any answer to-"
"You needn't lecture me on morality. I'll do what I choose, and there's nothing you can do to stop me," she said, keeping her voice even.
Evelyn startled herself with her excitement. She curled and uncurled her fingers, feeling the nails creasing her damp palms. Moving swiftly across the room, Evelyn pointed to the door, her fingers shaking.
"You can take yourself out of here, damn you! You and your holy righteousness can leave!
I dare you to say anything to anyone!"
"Well, I never!"
Suddenly a thought struck Evelyn as she saw the confusion shadow the housekeeper's face. Evelyn gasped, her mouth opening in surprise.
"Of course! I should've noticed it from the start!" she exclaimed, walking forward and leaning heavily against the chair Janet was seated in. "You love him! You're in love with Reverend Bethel, or whatever, and you're jealous of me, aren't you?"
"That's a vicious, unholy lie!" Janet cried, her body stiffening as she rose from the chair and confronted her rival.
Her lips were white with rage and her cheeks quivered with guilt.
Evelyn smiled, her fingers gripping the silken edges of her robe and pulling them apart.
Janet gasped, her eyes wide as she watched Evelyn slide the robe from her body.
Evelyn was a slut, a bitch from hell, as Bishop Faddis had called her. She knew what she was doing was as wrong as being fucked in the ass and begging for more. But this woman had asked for it. Besides, that nasty, enticing little voice was peeping up again, making her do and think things that somehow were delightful as well as horribly evil.
"You can't possibly compete with this, and what else I have to offer. All you can do is mouth your vulgar little psalms and scrub the floor clean," Evelyn said.
"You-you slut!" Janet jerked one arm back and slapped Evelyn heartily across the face.
"Slut? You've committed worse sins in your mind that I have in bed!" Evelyn gasped with another cry and a resounding slap, the force of which sent Janet reeling back.
"You-you whore!" Janet lunged at Evelyn, knocking her back against the bookcase and sending down a torrent of magazines to the floor.
Both women were locked in battle, Evelyn's fingers tearing at Janet's tweed suit until the jacket had slipped off and the blouse was torn open.
Janet tried kicking at Evelyn, her knee rubbing up between Evelyn's splayed thighs.
The minister's wife grabbed a fistful of the housekeeper's hair, jerking her head back and ripping down her skirt with her free hand. Janet cried out, rolling onto her back and kicking up as Evelyn landed a blow under the woman's navel.
"Bitch! Whore! You can't win him! You can fuck him, but you won't have him!" Janet cried, spittle frothing on her lips as she fought back bravely.
Evelyn was kicking and scratching, feeling something other than sheer rage rippling through her mind and body now. She felt a wild kind of excitement making her more and more excited as she grabbed fistfuls of the woman's hair in her hands and began tearing it out of Janet's skull. She felt a knee blow to her belly and fought back, sliding one foot behind Janet's leg and pitching her backward.
They rolled together, locked in one another's embrace like two crazed wrestlers. They were a tangle of flailing arms and legs.
Evelyn ripped and tore at Janet's garments. She could hear dreadful ripping sounds, and Janet screamed and slapped her hard across the face. The stings only added to the animal pleasure exploding in her veins. She ripped off the woman's panties. Janet had straddled her body for a moment. The housekeeper was pressing her cunt against Evelyn's, slapping at her naked tits while she swore at her.
Reaching up, Evelyn pushed hard at the slender woman's shoulders, shoving her onto her ass, her legs kicking in the air. Evelyn staggered to her feet, her tits slapping against one another as Janet rolled up hard against the table.
Whirling around, Evelyn caught sight of a small Bible her husband had used in his early ministry days.
"You goddamn slut! You'd sleep with any man you could! You want the Bible so much, then take it!" she cried, hurling the Bible at Janet's head.
The woman screamed, drawing her arms over her face as the small Bible crashed hard against her forehead.
Falling back with a groan, Janet was helpless, her half-naked body barely covered by strips of her torn clothing.
Evelyn fell to her knees, pulling at the remaining strips of clothing until the housekeeper had on only her panties.
Janet jerked herself up. Propping herself on her elbows, she looked wildly at Evelyn as the blonde hooked her fingers in her elastic waistband.
"What are you doing?"
"You didn't want just the reverend when you sneaked in, did you?"
Janet's lower jaw slackened, her face growing white with fear and guilt.
Evelyn smiled. "You wanted me as well. Well, you can't have Reverend Bethel now, but I'm here."
Evelyn tore off the woman's panties and threw them onto the sofa.
"No, no, you're-oh God, you're awful, perverted, worse than I-uh!"
Evelyn had had enough. She could see the guilt in the woman's eyes as she flung herself onto Janet's naked body. Her tits pressed against Janet's tits and her cunt ground hungrily against the housekeeper's pussy.
Smiling through her lust and anger, Evelyn began undulating her hips, rubing her cunt lips against Janet's pussy lips, feeling the soft, moist pink meat heating up under that wet, sliding friction.
"Get off me! Oh no, no, get off me! You don't know what you're doing!" Janet wailed, jerking both hands up and pressing them against Evelyn's chest.
But something strange happened again. This time Janet's fingers were moving lovingly in tiny circles on Evelyn's tits. There was no more shoving, no more kicking.
Evelyn could feel the housekeeper's legs slowly spreading apart, Janet's hips matching her movements while her nipples began to stiffen and poke out teasingly. She rolled her eyes down, looking down and blushing furiously as Evelyn pushed onward.
"Get off me, you-you ..."
Evelyn daringly reached between her legs and pressed the palm of her right hand against the woman's cunt.
Janet's eyes rolled, her jaw setting, her mouth a tight scar as her pulse leaped in her throat.
Evelyn could feel the hot throbbing of a pussy in heat. She knew that feeling all too well. And now she was on top, the aggressor, the
dominant force. It was so different doing this being here, her legs splayed over her victim, her cunt so hot that she thought it was running with lava. She could smell it, and smell the aroma of arousal that came from Janet's hot body as well.
"Oh no, no, no!" Janet moaned, raising one arm weakly and covering her eyes.
Evelyn was using her fingertips gently now, drawing out delightful moans from Janet.
The housekeeper lay there quietly at first, then she began to undulate her hips. She was growing hot, wanting the same thing Evelyn wanted. The puzzled, curious look from her face was gone now. Strands of her black hair fell teasingly across her pretty face as Evelyn felt Janet's clit swelling. In a moment she felt Janet's cold fingers discover the stiffening bud. She was stroking it lightly, touching it gently and moving her ass from side to side against the floor.
"Ohhh, it's so gooood, so good!" Evelyn whispered.
Evelyn fell atop Janet, caressing her with both hands as they bumped their burning cunts together. In another second Evelyn felt Janet's hands on her head.
"Please, please, do it with your mouth on my-on my-"
"Pussy?" Evelyn said, amused.
"Yes, yes, pussy, pussy!" she gasped, stiffening her back and arching her spine.
Evelyn caressed the woman's tits, rolling her long red nipples until Janet let out another throaty gasp. She licked her way down the woman's tummy, loving the groans Janet let out as she touched extremely sensitive spots.
Soon Evelyn felt the wiry black cunt hair brushing teasingly against her chin. She raised her head a little, finding herself peering down at the woman's cunt.
Evelyn froze for a moment, holding her breath. Dare she do something like this? She had never even thought about touching another woman before. And yet something was making her lick her dry lips and lower her head to the wet cunt-flesh.
Janet trembled, her flesh breaking out into goosebumps as Evelyn stuck out her tongue and poised herself inches above her pussy.
Evelyn flicked her tongue tentatively over the pussy-crack.
Janet moaned, her head snapping from side to side and her knees trembling. Reaching down, Evelyn braced her hands between the housekeeper's legs and kept them well apart.
"No, oh God, nooooo!"
"You taste so good, so good!" Evelyn moaned, drawing her tongue up and down the cunt slit.
She let out another gasp, pressing the tip of her tongue against the center of Janet's fuck crack and pushing in. The woman cried out, her knees jerking up inches from the floor and her asshole puckering in response.
Janet's hands flew around Evelyn's head, her fingertips pressing against her skull while she moaned more hungrily. She was working her hips up against Evelyn's face, pumping her thighs and trying to get more of her tongue buried in her hot, bubbling cunt.
"Oh, do it, do it, and let me suck yours too! Oh yes, yes, I'll make your pussy feel good, real good! Oh please, please let me do it too!" she cried, rolling her ass around on the floor.
Evelyn was amazed at how quickly Janet's hostility had turned into something else.
In a moment they were lying side by side in sixty-nine position. Evelyn felt her hot, anxious pussy being rubbed and massaged.
In another second Evelyn felt a tongue being inserted gently into her cunt. It was pushing in carefully, sliding past her puffy, tense cunt lips.
Carefully, Evelyn closed her legs over Janet's head, pressing against her skull with her thighs and hunching down against the woman's face. She was suffocating Janet, and somehow that knowledge made her pussy spasm even more frantically. She felt her clit throbbing hard and hot, licked by Janet's tongue while more and more fuck juice bubbled from her hot little cunt hole.
To even the score, Evelyn wrapped her hands around the housekeeper's tight ass, squeezing the full ass cheeks, rubbing them gently and sliding her fingers into that hot crack between them. She raised her head, her tongue flicking out as she once more licked the hot, throbbing surface of Janet's clit.
Instantly Janet shoved her ripe, juicy cunt down, pumping it wildly against Evelyn's sucking lips. She was crying out all sorts of things, swearing and caressing as she fucked down with all her might.
"Oooooh, fuck me, fuck me! Oh yes, yes, do it, do it!" Janet sobbed.
Something made Evelyn move her fingers around once more, circling Janet's asshole. Slowly she brought her right index fingertip to Janet's asshole, pausing only for a moment before pushing it in up to the second joint.
"Oooooooh!"
The woman howled like a bitch in heat, her legs closing more tightly around Evelyn's head as she pumped down wildly. She ground her hot, sweet pussy furiously into the woman's face, grunting and trembling as she stretched her ass cheeks apart, enabling Evelyn to shove her finger in more deeply. She wriggled it around and around, teasing Janet, sending more and more thrills racing from her ass to her clit.
"Oh, oh, more, more, more!" Janet cried greedily, pumping her ass whorishly.
Evelyn obliged, feeling her cunt exploding as Janet opened her mouth more widely and sucked on Evelyn's entire pussy mound. The woman could feel that sucking mouth work wildly on her cunt. How she loved the gentle tugs, the tonguing until it all felt like a prick sliding in and out. She panted heavily, moving her finger around and around in Janet's ass and pressing in more deeply. She could feel Janet's mouth going wild on her cunt. It ground tightly into her, spreading her cunt lips, shoving into the tight hole while her lips sucked on the clit.
As Janet sucked at Evelyn's cunt, the minister's wife shoved the finger in all the way, rubbing her knuckles against the firm, sweat-glistening cheeks of the housekeeper's ass.
She could feel Janet's cunt walls vibrating with excitement. Soon they would both be climaxing. Evelyn could sense it, and could feel her own excitement about to burst between her legs. She groaned into Janet's cunt.
With another effort, Evelyn pushed the housekeeper to one side, keeping her fingers pushed all the way up the woman's ass. She rolled over completely, getting on top and straddling the moaning, kicking woman. She could feel Janet's tongue pushing up and holding stiff. She worked her ass down in a series of short, quick fuck-hunches. "Uh, uhhhhh!"
She could see through her heavy lidded eyes that they were now on top of the Bible. Janet's shoulders rubbed against the opened pages, her movements tearing some of them from the binding.
Fuck it, Evelyn thought, wriggling her finger deeper and licking with all her might. She shoved her tongue into Janet's hot cunt and felt the pussy start to spasm against her lips. The housekeeper was going wild, cumming in her mouth while she ground down onto Evelyn's spiking tongue.
"Cummmmm!" Evelyn cried, bucking her ass around hard and bouncing it regularly against Janet's sucking mouth.
In a second she could feel hot, biting explosions scorching her cunt. Tremors and spasms rippled through her pussy as her clit spasmed in Janet's sucking mouth and vibrated against her hot, licking tongue. Her body knotted and spasmed, her cunt walls buckling in from the sexual heat as she came and came and came.
They both exploded, then collapsed, finally rearranging themselves until they lay cradled in each other's arms.
Evelyn sighed. "I'm sorry about Reverend Bethel. I don't intend to take him away from you. I have a husband and "
"Oh, please, don't spoil this moment. I think I knew that all along. Lord knows why I came here, except for-this," Janet said hesitatingly, yawning and stretching.
How strange this all was-strange and marvelous, Evelyn thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Evelyn had found an excuse for the poor condition of her husband's Bible when he returned later that day. She thought of Reverend Bethel as she lay at her husband's side that night and wondered if he had fucked Janet. The housekeeper swore he hadn't touched her. In fact, few men had, for some reason. Evelyn couldn't fathom that, especially the way the woman heated up once her pussy was touched.
She thought about it even now, as she listened to Jack's steady breathing in the dark, wishing in a way she could reach out and touch those firm tits of the housekeeper's and pinch them between her fingers.
All night Evelyn tossed and turned, plagued with vivid dreams of Jeff Beddingfield's prick slipping into her cunt hole, of Reverend Bethel's tongue flicking into her cunt, of the Bishop's cock fucking her sore, clitching asshole, and even of Janet's fingers scratching at her nipples.
When she awoke the next morning; Evelyn felt exhausted, her white satin gown clinging uncomfortably to her body. Her cunt throbbed-hot and tender like, a festering wound. Scratching the sheets away from her body, Evelyn swung her trembling legs over the edge of the bed, noticing her husband had long since gotten up. She frowned, sliding a robe over her narrow shoulders and putting on her slippers. Undoubtedly he was in his study pouring over scripture, wondering what his latest message should be to the congregation.
Evelyn tied the belt of her robe about her waist and slowly made her way downstairs. When she was nearly at the bottom, she froze, hearing the sturdy baritone voice of Jeff Beddingfield.
"And me and my brother here are gonna fix that leak real good. Don't mind him," he said with a laugh. "Billy-Bob's a little strange up here, but he sure can get himself around them pipes."
Evelyn grabbed at her gown, shaking her head slowly from side to side. Surely Satan had visited this house and stayed here. All her most vivid dreams were about to come true, she thought, her cunt spasming. She leaned heavily against the railing as she heard the men coming in from the study to the foyer.
Jack was first, looking up and smiling unsuspectingly at his panting wife. Even now when her face betrayed the lust burning through her veins, he couldn't see what was happening.
Jeff and Billy-Bob entered and stopped behind the minister. Jeff smiled broadly, revealing that straight row of bright teeth as he scratched his chin. Billy-Bob dropped his eyes quickly.
"Evelyn, dear, we're still having trouble with the plumbing. Mr. Beddingfield's been kind enough to offer his services again. I have to visit the bishop at his office. I don't know what about."
Evelyn felt a surge of guilt and panic. Surely the old man wouldn't be suffering from pangs of guilt and reveal everything to her husband. After all, how could his precious church forgive him for fucking one of his minister's wives in the ass? The scandal would kill him. No, he would be sounding out her husband, probably trying to determine when Jack was gone so he could sneak over and sample more of her asshole.
Evelyn smiled to herself, nodding at the men and retreating up to her bedroom.
"They certainly know where they can find me if they need help," she said in a thinly veiled voice of lust.
For the next fifteen minutes she sat alone in her room, brushing her fine blonde hair, staring at herself in the mirror and noticing how puffy with lust her face had become. She was blazing with excitement, her nipples so hard, so sensitive that she twice pinched them through her thin nightgown.
Evelyn put down her brush, feeling her clit dampening the bottom of her gown. She was so wet down there, so hot and wet! It was a miracle she hadn't cum right now, just sitting here contemplating the two men below.
When she heard the unmistakable heavy trudge of footsteps on the stairs, Evelyn managed to keep her excitement down, her fingers tightening on the brush handle. Her body was so tender, so sensitive. Her cunt was spasming as if it had a will of its own.
"Mrs. Warrington? Evelyn? I think it's time you opened the door. There's more than broken pipes around here to fix."
His voice was as smooth as silk. Evelyn smiled, feeling the heat flashing through her body as if someone had touched her cunt with a torch.
"Yes?"
Jeff was standing there, a dirty wrench dangling from one hand.
"Billy-Bob's down below working real hard-so hard that I know he can do it himself," Jeff said, putting the wrench down carefully on the rug, then hooking his thumbs around his belt loops.
Evelyn's eyes dropped down, sweeping over his crotch. She could see in a flash the sharp outline of a prick pressing out against the dirty khaki material of his work clothes. He wasn't even wearing underwear! The woman could almost make out the outline of his prick-head.
Jeff reached out, taking her by the wrist and pushing her back into the room. Evelyn kept her eyes down, feeling her cheeks burning while her ass cheeks clenched against one another. Juice began to bubble out from her pussy crack, trickling down her thighs in a tell-tale stream of sexual desire! Even now she could feel tiny flashes of pre-orgasmic spasms nibbling at her clit, making it more and more sensitive as the seconds ticked by.
"Please, your brother's downstairs!"
Jeff didn't even bother to counter her moves. He knew what she wanted. Bending down, he caught her lips with his, sticking his tongue down her throat until spittle frothed between their sucking lips.
Evelyn raised both arms, hooking them around his shoulders. She could feel his hands opening her gown, feeling up until he cupped her tits and cradled them while rubbing his crotch against hers. He was aiming his prick right at her hot spot, tickling her clit with his bulging fly while thumbing her nipples with his fingertips. She felt the gown slipping over her shoulders and puddling around her feet as his knees pushed her back toward the bed.
"Oh God, God, this is so-oh my God!" Evelyn cried, falling back. She found herself staring straight at the bulge of his fly.
Jeff hesitated for a second, dropping one hand down to his zipper tab and pulling it down.
Evelyn felt her body flush hot. There was a hotness that radiated from her belly down to the fat, greasy, swollen lips of her cunt. Only her clit and her nipples seemed hard, the raw nerve endings pounding and throbbing nearly as hard as her heart. She watched in disbelief as Jeff unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slide down the thick-muscled, hairy columns of his legs. In an instant his prick sprang up, the thick shaft roped with blue veins. He cupped his balls, squeezing them gently as his cock wagged in front of her.
"Take it, baby, take it and play with it like I played with your cunt," he whispered.
Evelyn was under his spell. Gingerly, she reached up, her fingertips barely brushing the sensitive underside of his magnificent cock. It had been so long since she'd done anything like this. She felt her fingers wrap around his prick, felt the incredible hardness of the thing throbbing against her palm. She began jacking the somewhat loose skin, delightfully surprised at how it jerked and twitched against her hand. She felt something wet greasing down her palm.
Looking down, Evelyn could see thick juice seeping from his piss-slit, a fluid similar to the fuck-juices oozing from her cunt and wetting down her thighs.
Greedily, Evelyn squeezed his cock again, her hand jacking up and down. The veins throbbed again, more jizz sliding out and wetting her fingers.
"Yeah, yeah, get on it, make me hot like that," Jeff whispered.
He spread his legs a little farther apart, stepping from his trousers and shrugging off his shirt.
"I know you want that prick in your mouth. You're gonna take it there too, take it in your mouth just the way I took your cunt in my mouth. Yeah, we're both gonna know what it's like, huh, baby?"
He had his hands around her skull now, his fingertips scratching the sensitive places behind her ears. He was drawing her forward, her head bending down until she could smell the unique aroma of a man's crotch. She could see his leathery balls drawing up, while his prick head bobbed an inch in front of her nose. She dropped one hand in her lap, her right index finger stroking her clit as she opened her mouth and readied herself to suck his cock.
The hot male smell triggered her into heat once more. Evelyn felt the slippery hot flesh of her pussy twitch into delightfully painful knots, the muscles tensing around her clit and making that tiny nub throb more maddeningly arid itchily than before. She spread her legs and slipped two fingers into her cunt hole, feeling the muscles sucking and milking on her digits as if they were a prick.
She let out a soft moan as she felt his blood heavy cock resting atop her pouty lower lip for a second. Then Jeff pushed in, bending his j knees a little and catching her head while caressing her hair with both hands.
"Oh yeah, baby, eat that meat, get that I mouth full, bitch! Swallow that cock, baby! Christ, your mouth's made for suckin' prick!"
He was moaning, tightening his grip around her skull while feeding her inch after thick, throbbing inch of prick meat.
Evelyn loved it, feeling her mouth stretching as his hard, hot cock was pushing its way down into her. She flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside, feeling the vein that ran along its full length throbbing under her oral caress. She could taste the salty flavor of his cum as it oozed out and coated her mouth. She swallowed hard, then swallowed again, taking more and more of the fuck-juice. It coated her throat, filling her up more and more as she twisted her tongue around and drew out even more cum.
She could feel it jerking around in her mouth as she began bobbing her head back and forth. Jeff had to show her how to suck prick at first, I using his hands to guide her mouth up and down his long fuck-pole. In a moment she was moving back and forth while curling her tongue around that thick hunk of cock. She sucked down hard, her nose flattening against his hairy groin on each down stroke while her hands braced against his hairy legs.
"Lick it, tongue it, suck it down, bitch! Get down on me and suck it, baby!"
Evelyn took a deep breath and let Jeff push her down all the way, holding her face hard against his groin while he gave her a series of sharp thrusts. She pushed back frantically after some moments, feeling her head about to burst from lack of air. He was holding her too tightly, suffocating her with his cock!
She gurgled, strangling on prick meat as her fingernails scratched at his legs. She could taste more of his pre-cum slicking down her throat, gagging her.
"Oh, man, you keep doing that to me and I'm gonna blow my nuts down your throat!" he gasped, slowly releasing his hold on her head and letting the minister's wife pull back.
Evelyn kept his cock in her mouth, drawing m m in the precious air through her flared, burning nostrils. She loved having his cock in her. She loved the control she was having over him, making the big, muscular man whimper and gasp as she licked around his prick head, dipping her pointed tongue into his piss slit and drawing out more of his precious cum. She even reached up with her free hand and cradled his balls, rocking them against one another gently while she continued to finger-fuck herself.
"Christ, where'd you learn somethin' like that? Not from the wimpy husband!"
She felt his strong legs catch her tight in their grip once more. The two of them rocked back and forth until she gasped for breath once more. Slowly she let her head slide up from his balls until the prick head bulge in her throat disappeared. She sucked in air through her nose, keeping his prick well in her mouth, her tongue still coiling around his cock.
"Man, oh man, baby! I'm gonna fuck you till you won't be able to piss for a week!" Jeff gasped, pulling his cock gently from her mouth.
Evelyn opened her eyes, drawing back and peering at the spit slick cock jerking and bobbing in front of her. How purple the head was, the satiny flesh throbbing while the veins wrapped like snakes around his cockshaft, looking as if they were about to pop right through the skin. She had done that! She, the minister's prissy wife, had made this man so hot he would have killed to get into her cunt!
Evelyn smiled, her pussy so hot she thought she could smell her cunt hair catching fire. It was only then that she saw something moving just to the right of her lover.
"Oh no! Oh my God!" she cried, drawing both hands over her mouth in horror.
Jeff stiffened, wheeling around and staring angrily at the doorway. In a moment he laughed. It was Billy-Bob, standing open-mouthed, a wrench dangling from one hand.
"I-uh, I thought I'd tell you I done fixed the pipes and-uh ..."
His prick was pulling at the front of his trousers. Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what on earth she was to do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Billy-Bob needed little encouragement from his brother to step out of his clothes. He was hesitant at first, feeling as if he had interrupted something that should be left private.
Evelyn was drawing the dressing gown that had fallen to the floor around her body when Jeff stopped her and motioned his brother to step in.
"She's enough for two men, boy, maybe even three. I think we can take care of her."
Billy-Bob dropped the wrench with a thud and stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Jeff snatched off the gown from Evelyn's body, tossing it to the floor while pushing her gently back onto the bed and lying next to her.
While Billy-Bob struggled clumsily with his trousers, catching his zipper on cloth and finally ripping the trousers in his excitement, Jeff reached around and caught Evelyn by the thighs, spreading her legs apart.
She knew what would follow, pushing her head into the pillow and closing her eyes as she felt his tongue gently licking up the insides of her thighs. He was teasing her, his fingertips pressing against her legs while his tongue gently licked long, thin streams of spit up her legs.
At first he dampened the sensitive parts behind her knees, holding her legs down to the bed while he drew his tongue around in circles. Then, while Billy-Bob pulled off his pants, Jeff licked higher, pushing his nose into her crotch while his tongue brushed over her ass cheeks.
Evelyn cried out, her fingers clawing at the air as she jerked her tight little ass off the mattress. It was more than she could believe. There would be two men who would be fighting over her body.
And then she felt Jeff's tongue pushing into her hot cunt hole, licking down, touching all those slick pink and red bumps and hollows while his nose crushed into her sparkling clit.
Evelyn cried out, her spine arching and pressing her shoulders against the pillow. When Billy-Bob finally pulled off his white socks and sat down on the edge of the bed, Jeff pulled his tongue from her pussy and licked up her belly, gently nibbling at her nipples until he finally reached her mouth.
Evelyn could smell her pussy juice on his flushed cheeks as he kissed her long and hard. Evelyn twisted under his grip, her tongue licking against his, the rough, slippery surfaces of their tongues sliding over one another.
As Jeff kissed and caressed her, Billy-Bob rolled against the two of them, his prick sliding between their bodies. Evelyn thought she would lose her mind. She felt Jeff's prick come to a halt on her thigh while Billy-Bob's was trying to fuck into her cunt.
"Here, baby brother, you fuck her. You ain't had any pussy in a long while, and this here's the hottest thing in the county," he said, rolling off Evelyn and giving her a wink.
Billy-Bob didn't need a second invitation, climbing onto the minister's wife. She could feel his thick, hard cock probing and prodding against her cunt. He pulled his weight off for a second, exposing the mound of her cunt. Its fat lips were clenched together, bubbles of cunt juice seeping from the fuck crack.
Evelyn tilted her head back. As she opened her mouth, she gently pulled on Billy-Bob's neck. She could hear him moaning, feel his tongue licking against her throat as he kissed her deeply and lowered his body onto hers. His tongue speared deeply into her mouth as his hard prick began nuzzling at the slick, juicy crack of her cunt. The thick, sensitive cock-head rubbed back and forth, greasing itself with her fuck-juices.
He moaned something against her throat, his body growing so hot she thought he would explode against her. His cock was jabbing at her cunt lips hard as his knees forced hers farther apart.
Evelyn closed her eyes, sucking in her breath as she felt his thick hunk of cock-meat fuck into her cunt. Her pussy tingled and itched all along its length, the wet flesh snugging up tight against that invading prick and holding it. He gasped, his body shivering as her cunt clenched, relaxed, then clenched again, nearly strangling his cock each time he fucked in another inch.
"Christ Almighty! Ain't never had a woman could do all this!" he cried.
Evelyn smiled, her flesh glowing with perspiration as she felt those delicious inches of prick-meat being shoved into her cunt hole.
"Good?" he whispered hoarsely as he tore his mouth from hers.
"Uhhh-huhhhhhh!"
"Get it in her, man! Shove it in her! She likes it good and hard and fast!" Jeff gasped.
Billy-Bob hunched down more wildly now, groaning while Evelyn's cries sent chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb. How tightly her cunt fit around the broad, hairy base of Billy-Bob's prick. She thought of how the Beddingfields sat so quietly in their pew on Sundays and wondered if she would ever be able to look them in the face again without smiling. "Uhhhhhhh!"
For a young man, Billy-Bob certainly knew what he was doing. He was fucking her into the bed, angling his body so his prick rubbed continuously against her clit. At the top of her spread cunt lips, her clit was throbbing itchily, maddeningly.
Evelyn could hear the two men talking to one another above the constant roar throbbing through her head. She felt something brushing against the insides of her thighs in a moment, pushing her legs apart. It was then she realized that Jeff was lying belly-down between them both, pushing his head up toward her cunt.
Billy-Bob was fucking harder, pumping his cock in faster and faster, until even the minister's wife could hear the rich, gurgling sound of his cock fucking into her pussy. Jeff reached up and gently pushed Evelyn's thighs apart.
The feel of Jeff's hands on the ticklish inside of her legs sent a hot shiver through her cunt. She didn't know what he was going to do. But she knew it would feel good. With Billy-Bob's body pressing hers into the bed and his prick hammering against her pulsing clit, Evelyn wondered what more the brothers could do with her.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Evelyn moaned, letting out another urgent cry as she felt her stretched pussy lips being teased by Jeff's wet, flicking tongue.
Even now with her cunt filled with Billy-Bob's prick, the older man wanted to stick his tongue in her pussy. His hands hefted her pert ass in the air, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks while one thumb scratched deliciously and naughtily against her puckered asshole.
Billy-Bob's weight came down once more, keeping her spread wide open while she felt the flicking tongue lick over her cunt and lave the tender skin between her cunt and ass. Evelyn closed her eyes, feeling herself flying through the clouds as Jeff started fucking his thumb into her asshole.
"Fuck her, man, don't stop now just 'cause of me!" Jeff moaned.
Billy-Bob pulled his ass up, twisting his prick out of her cunt hole, then pushing it back in as Jeff flicked his tongue in circles over the wet, red, puffy flesh of her tight cunt.
"Oooooooh!" Evelyn cried again as Jeff pushed his head farther between her thighs. His tongue licked around the stretched, rubbery edges of her cunt. Its surface raked along the tensed flesh, then darted in.
"Man, oh man!" Billy-Bob cried, having pulled his prick out in time for his brother's tongue. He was trying to keep atop the struggling woman as she thrashed and tossed beneath him.
Evelyn lost control, her eyelids fluttering while her fingers clawed at his back. She was feeling the spasms building, each one more powerful than the last. And still they were working her up higher and higher, drawing her toward a powerful climax, only to push her farther.
Jeff backed away a bit, keeping himself between their legs. Billy-Bob pushed his hips down again, grinding his against her cunt lips. He was fucking her hard now, each downward thrust bouncing Evelyn against the mattress.
"Hey, man, if you want to make it wild, when you slide out, go all the way out and lemme eat her cunt and finger fuck her at the same time."
Billy-Bob grunted in agreement, bracing his body on his knees and elbows. He surged up on his next stroke, pulling his prick all the way out. His cock sprang free, throbbing and jerking against his belly.
"No, no! Hmmmmmm! Hummmmmm!" she moaned frantically as she felt the stretched tissues of her cunt coming together, drawn against one another like the sides of a purse.
Then Jeff pushed in, licking the sore flesh with his slippery, cunt-fucking tongue.
"Do it, do it! Eat me, eat me!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. How he loved a woman's cunt! How he enjoyed licking down deep, scooping up the fuck juices seeping from her cunt hole and drinking them down as if they were a precious wine!
Billy-Bob was pushing his brother's head out of the way with his knee, fitting his swollen, aching prick head into her cunt slit and shoving down hard. His thick hard cock pushed into the hot pussy again, squeezing out more hot fuck-juices.
Jeff was driving two fingers into her shitter and twisting them around and around. Evelyn clenched her asshole, the muscles caressing his ass-fucking digits as her cunt caught fire.
"Oooohhhhh, yes, yes, fuck me, do it, do it! Oh God, lick me, fuck me!"
Billy-Bob fucked her with a series of short, rapid fire strokes. His prick slid down into her tight cunt again and again. His body pressed into hers, pushing it into the soft mattress as she strained her ass upward. She could feel his cock slipping around in her cunt with each frantic move they made.
Jeff pushed back in between them, keeping their legs spread apart while licking around her cock filled pussy. The sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time was too much for Evelyn's overloaded brain. With a wild thrust, she threw her hips up at Jeff's face. The hotter she got the more they liked it.
Her cunt spasmed, trying to clitch the wiggling flesh of Jeff's tongue while Billy-Bob kept fucking her hard and fast. She started raking her nails over the younger brother's shoulders, hearing him scream and curse as she felt herself exploding again and again. Soon she was tossing and bucking, feeling the teasing, sucking, wiggling tongue that caught her between agony and ecstasy.
"Noooooowwwwww!" she cried as she felt her cunt walls clench down on his prick.
The power of her spasms knocked her out. She couldn't take any more of the pleasure. As she fell back down to the bed, her legs dropped open.
"Christ! She dead or something?" Billy-Bob gasped, shaking the sweat from his eyes and peering down fearfully at the unconscious Evelyn.
"Man, ain't never seen nothin' like it! Naw, just was too much for her, I guess."
The two brothers looked down at the unconscious woman, Billy-Bob still fucking his prick into her pussy and getting soft moans from Evelyn. Jeff put one restraining hand on his brother's shoulder, rubbing the woman's legs until Evelyn stirred.
"Hold off till she comes around. Make her take it when she can feel it, man! You ain't gonna enjoy yourself as much as when you see the old bitch go nuts," Jeff said.
Billy-Bob froze at the top of his stroke, holding his trembling, muscular body perfectly still. His cock throbbed hard against the woman's pussy lips, urging him to shove down one more time.
One more hard thrust into her pussy and he would blow his balls off in a wonderful, long explosion. His nerve endings tensed, waiting and begging for climax. Slowly the frantic urging ebbed. His breathing slowed as he lowered his head.
His balls shivered with a gentle ache and started to drop down low in their sac again. He let out his breath in a long sigh and slowly lowered himself onto the woman's soft, naked body. He felt his cock gliding inside, pushing into the pulsing folds of hot pussy.
"Christ, why did you make me stop?"
" 'Cause I like hearing her beg for it," Jeff said.
"I guess that's a real turn-on. Hey, man, I think she's comin' around." Evelyn's eyelids fluttered. Her breathing was slow, controlled. She lay like a rag doll, now sandwiched between the Beddingfield brothers. She was perfectly still, listening to them talk about her.
"Ummmmm!" Evelyn groaned, stretching her arms above her head.
She wallowed in the sea of hot, male flesh surrounding her. Evelyn draped her arms around Billy-Bob and Jeff, happier than she had been in a long, long time. How dull her husband's silly sermons seemed now. Even Reverend Bethel seemed a distant memory as the two men began caressing her again.
Billy-Bob wasted no time, fucking his prick all the way into her.
Evelyn cried out as her cunt trembled and shivered. Her tits were mashed by the pressure from Billy-Bob's chest. At the same time, Jeff moved behind her, his prick pressing into her ass crack, the head nudging her shitter. She knew instinctively what they had planned for her.
"No, no, not there, no!" she cried, slapping backward at the elder Beddingfield.
No one listened. No matter what she said, no matter what she did, she couldn't escape their pricks. Hearing her beg that way only made them shove their cocks that much harder against her soft flesh.
Evelyn squeaked when she felt the pressure of Jeff's cock head increased against her asshole. Jeff told her to be quiet, draping one arm over her body for leverage as he thrust forward.
"I can't take it!" Evelyn gasped, her mouth opening wide, inviting Billy-Bob to kiss her hard once more.
"Like hell you can't!"
He worked his ass in a slow, grinding movement, fuck-juice greasing down the fat cock-head. He fucked his prick-shaft deeper between her cheeks, his pre-cum worked into a foaming lather. Evelyn could feel it, feel the slick fuck juice like melted butter greasing down her shitter. He gripped her hard around the shoulders while Billy-Bob shoved down hard, sealing his mouth on hers.
Jeff paused for a second, inhaling sharply before fucking into her asshole.
"Uhhhhh-no, no, nooooffffff!"
He was in, pushing his cock-meat into her ass while his brother was fucking her cunt for all he was worth.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me!" Evelyn cried, feeling her asshole clenching and throbbing in time with her pussy.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, knew you'd take it! Christ, you could take anything after me and my brother get through with you!" Jeff panted, looking down and watching his prick slip in and out between her shivering white ass cheeks.
He slowed for a moment, shifting his hips from side to side and watching as Evelyn's ass cheeks flexed and clenched with his movements. It was too much for him.
"Christ, gonna blow my load!" he cried, clenching his teeth and slamming his prick all the way into her hot bowels.
"No, oh no, noooo!"
He twisted his hairy ass around, stirring his prick deep in her guts while his brother went crazy in front. Evelyn wanted to cry out. But Billy-Bob was kissing her deep again, wiggling his tongue down her throat while hammering his rick against her sparking clit.
Billy-Bob thrust furiously, keeping his cock buried all the way in her as his cum bubbled out, eating into her spasming cunt walls like acid. Evelyn felt her body catch fire, her cunt clitching tightly on Jeffs cock while Billy-Bob started to dump his hot load into her pussy.
As the throbbing subsided, Evelyn thought of the church, of her husband, of her shattered life. No, no, there was no way she could go back to being the wife she had been earlier. These men had shown her another side of life.
"Ohhhh! Oh God, God, that was so good!" Evelyn sighed.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, not bad for a minister's wife. Pretty damned good," Jeff said, smoothing one hand over her shoulder.
Evelyn smiled.
CHAPTER NINE
"So, I understand you and Janet had something of an altercation the other day," Sam Bethel said.
Evelyn put down her coffee cup, feeling flames of guilt burning her cheeks. She would have to be very careful with what she said.
"Well, she was upset about-well, things. I think she's sweet on you," Evelyn said. "I assured her you and I . . . well, I am still married to Jack."
"Happily?"
Evelyn sighed, shrugging and feeling a dark wave cloud her mind. It was the first time since she had begun to free herself that she had any doubts about what she was doing. An image of Jack floated across her mind sad, accusing, wounded. She shook her head as if she could knock that picture away, biting her lower Up and smiling up at Reverend Bethel.
"That really doesn't matter. It's something we'll work out, if we do at all. What about us?" Evelyn asked, raising one eyebrow.
She felt her cunt tingling again, that wonderful hotness spreading from her pussy to her tits.
"Nothing changes there. We have to be more careful. Bishop Faddis warned me-and your husband, I believe, as well-that there've been rumors of goings on between parishioners and their ministers. He looked at both of us for a long time at the meeting. You're the only connection. Does this mean anything to you?"
"No, no, of course not," Evelyn said, remembering the feel of the bishop's prick up her ass.
"I didn't think so. The old man's half crazy anyway. I think he's living in his own fantasy world, wanting to fuck anything that moves. He's just afraid of the scandal and what it would do with the money coming into the church," Reverend Bethel said, passing one hand through his thick black hair.
Evelyn sighed, standing and walking slowly over to Sam. He was standing now, his hands on his broad hips, a sexy smile on his lips.
"Oh, Sam!" Evelyn sighed, resting against his broad chest and feeling his body pressing against hers.
They moved together up the stairs to her bedroom. It was interesting, Evelyn noted as she slipped her panties down and stepped from the dampened briefs, that her bed had seen more fucking in the past few weeks than it had for years-and none of it had come from her own husband.
"Oh, Evelyn, I'd nearly forgotten what a great ass you've got!"
Evelyn blushed, pulling her bra down and feeling the wonderful relief of her tits falling free. She looked up through her long blonde lashes and saw him standing there naked-his long, thick prick sticking straight out from his groin, his massive chest heaving mightily as he I took in her beauty.
Her cunt gushed wetly as she watched him walk toward her, his cock swaying gently from side to side with each step. And when he lowered her gently to the bed, his prick inches from her mouth, she fought the desire to suck it. Perhaps that would be too forward for now. Later, when they were so worked up that anything was possible, she would do it.
"You move your ass so nice," he whispered, kissing up her belly and tits, mouthing one, then the other. He dropped down once again, licking into her cunt without warning. The suddenness of it, the invasion of his tongue into her pussy nearly made Evelyn go into shock. She closed her long legs around his head, tensing her ass cheeks and hefting them up from the mattress as she fed him her pussy.
Evelyn cried out hoarsely, her fingertips scratching against the coverlet. Sam fluttered his tongue between her asshole and cunt, rolling Evelyn back until her knees were pressing against her tits. She felt the warm tongue heat up her pussy, then pull out and flicker around her shitter. He was using his fingers as well, stabbing them into her cunt hole while he licked all around her convulsing pussy-lips.
Evelyn cried out again, her voice cracked and hollow as spasm after spasm racked her cunt. When she thought she was going to finally lose complete control, Sam pulled back, licking up her tummy until he was kissing her throat. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks. She felt faint and very, very flushed.
"Oh God, God, if they ever found out, especially about us, I-"
"Don't worry about that now." Something hot and stiff and hard pressed against her cunt lips, forcing its way through. He was fucking her, fucking her so slow her mind was spinning around and shattering like broken glass. She could feel his prick head picking up the slickness and brushing against the tingling trigger of her clit.
Sam pushed his fingers through her blonde hair, holding her face up as he kissed her and fucked deep into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, yes, fuck me, shove that cock deep in me!" she cried, feeling spasms rushing through her cunt.
Sam liked her spasms, gasping each time her pussy milked teasingly at his prick. Evelyn opened her mouth, feeling as if she were being filled to the bursting point with cock. He was so big, so very thick and long. She groaned, arching her spine and pushing her swollen belly up against his as more of his cock fucked its way deep into her hot, drooling pussy hole.
Rocking her hips, Evelyn felt his prick head digging against her cunt walls, the sensation drawing more and more fuck-fluid from her-.
"Here, you do some of the work," Sam said, moving to one side in bed while holding tightly onto her thighs.
"What?"
Evelyn felt him rolling her over, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she hugged her against him. The bed creaked.
And then she found herself on top, her long thin legs hugging his body. She had dreamed about this, fantasized about topping a man.
Evelyn began rocking her thighs, tugging her cunt against his prick and watching as his face slackened with each move she made. Oh, it was too good to be true! She rolled her hips, squeezing her cunt muscles, and heard Sam groan as sweat trickled down his cheeks and chin. He was very still, his eyes shut, his mouth set hard, as if he were holding something back.
She rolled her ass around, riding his cock, raping herself on his fat cock. Sam moaned loudly, arching his back while undulating his hairy, muscular legs against the mattress. Evelyn was thrilled at the power she had over this man. He jerked one knee up, then let it flop down again as Evelyn began rolling and sliding her hips up and down. She could feel his prick head nudging her womb, his cock sending flashes of joy through her body until she could hardly breathe.
Evelyn's head tilted back as greedy cries of ecstasy ripped from her chest. Something incredible was happening. She felt her hot fuck-juices pouring over his steaming cock head, making his wonderful cock buck and jerk.
She fucked like a wild woman, bending forward slightly to make sure his prick constantly rubbed over her clit. Sam was swearing like a sailor, beating his hands against her as Evelyn lost her mind. She was cumming, cumming as hard as she ever had.
Reaching up, she squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples until she cried with pain as more and more spasms swept through her clit. The two of them fell sideways, her hips dancing over Sam's crotch as he fucked his cock in and out faster and faster, his shooting cum frothing from the friction.
"Oooooh, no, no, no! Oh God, it's so good, I'm gonna die!" Evelyn cried, prancing her pert ass back and forth before finally collapsing.
"My God, that's the best, the best ever!" Sam gasped, running his fingers lightly over her face as the spasms ebbed for both of them.
"Oh, Sam, I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm so happy here with you, but this just can't go on-it really can't!"
"You're right, it can't!"
The voice exploding from the doorway froze both of them.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Evelyn saw to her horror that her husband was standing in the doorway, his face ashen, his eyes bright with anger.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh my God!"
"Please, Jack, you don't understand!" Evelyn gasped, unsure of what she could say that would justify having Sam's cock in her cunt.
She threw her hands over her naked tits, sliding from his slackening cock, then feeling his cum dribbling down her thighs as she tried to slip off the bed gracefully. Her husband backed away as if she were the devil.
"How many men? How many times?" Jack groaned.
Sam was getting out of bed quickly, scratching up his trousers while watching his rival warily.
"I'll leave. I think it's best," he said, his prick wagging over the waist of his trousers as he limped out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Jack kept his eyes down for a moment, his chest heaving mightily as he fought for control. Evelyn started to say something but stopped the moment her husband raised a hand in front of him.
"You whore! The bishop warned me about women like you, and men like ..." Jack made a face as if he were about to vomit. "But I never thought I'd have one living under my own roof. A whore! How much did he pay you?"
"That's not fair! He never, it doesn't matter. I'm through with all this hypocrisy. My own husband won't fuck me," she said, feeling her face flushing with righteous anger. "What do you think I have to do, sit at home and play with myself? I won't, and I won't keep living this lie! I'm leaving you! You can tell the congregation what you want! I think they'll figure it out in a day or two and-oh!"
Jack had rushed into the room, his face white with rage and hurt and anger. Grabbing Evelyn, he whirled her around, one hand braced in the air as if he was about to strike her. Evelyn cringed, bracing herself for the blow. Instead, he shuddered, stopping himself, then throwing her back onto the bed. She landed with a gasp, her legs spread wide in front of her. He kicked the door shut, locking the bolt without taking his eyes from her.
"You're so damned free with your body with Reverend Bethel and God only knows who else. Let's see just how you perform with me, you unholy slut!" he shouted, tearing at his white shirt, then pulling his trousers down to his knees.
"Jack, no. You should calm down," Evelyn said with a tremor in her voice. He would hurt her with his violence. And yet there was something in her that responded to this anger, this hurt. "Think of"
"I won't think of anything but fucking your head off. That's the way you like to be talked to, isn't it? Dirty talk?"
He threw his shirt in her face, then bent down and pulled off his black loafers. When Evelyn pulled the shirt from her torso, she saw her husband standing there naked, his prick as hard as a steel rod.
Gasping, the woman crawled back on the bed until her spine pressed against the headboard. He stood at the foot of the bed, then stretched one hand down and grabbed her right ankle. Evelyn screamed as he dragged her forward, twisting her leg and pulling until her face was under his crotch.
"Suck it, you bitch! Suck it and choke on it!"
She felt his fingers grabbing her hair, pulling her head up and pressing her face against his groin. Evelyn sobbed, beating her fists against his thighs. It was useless. He was far too strong and threatened to hurt her if she tried to get away. Pressing his fingertips against her jaws, he forced her mouth open, backed away, then shoved his prick into her throat.
"Ummmnfnnfnffffff!"
Her face flushed immediately, her nostrils burning as she felt that fat, bulbous cock-head sliding over her tongue and banging against her tonsils. Jack groaned, stiffening and arching his back as he bent his knees forward and pushed down even harder. She could feel the long thick cock throbbing against the roof of her mouth as cum bubbled from his piss slit and coated her throat.
"Take it! Take all of it! In God's name, in the name of Jesus, suck my prick, you goddamn slut!" Jack cried in a mindless tirade.
Evelyn trembled as she meekly obeyed, bobbing her head back and forth, swallowing again and again until she felt her throat and stomach coated with the cock-slime.
Jack was growing more and more excited, his balls rising in their sac, swinging and slapping against her chin. His fingers pressed so hard against her skull that she wondered if he might crush it. He pulled back then, rotating his hips so his prick stirred like a giant spoon in her mouth. He was gasping and panting, acting like a crazed rapist.
Evelyn cried and sobbed, her moans muffled by the mouth stuffing prick. She tried sucking in air around his cock, but it was so thick, so insistent. He pushed down farther, straddling her head with his knees as he climbed awkwardly onto the sagging mattress. She felt his cock hair tickling the insides of her flared nostrils as his balls pillowed against her chin.
Evelyn felt her ass flattening against the mattress when her husband lowered himself hard on her face, pressing his crotch against her nose. She struggled wildly, feeling herself about to black out from the lack of oxygen. He was trying to shove his cock into her belly via her throat! She knew he was! She took in all his cock, trying to be obedient, trying to satisfy him as he took out his hellish anger on her. But still Jack persisted, banging his cock like a hammer in her mouth, delighting in her gagging, choking suffocating gasps.
"You slut! Now I'll take you the way all sluts are taken. You enjoy the sins of Sodom?" Jack cried out, slipping his cock from her mouth and pressing the drooling prick head against her nose like a gun.
Evelyn didn't dare move, lying there unblinking as she felt her cunt steaming under the attack.
"No, no, you don't-you can't-not your own wife!" Evelyn cried.
"Why not? Should I be the only one left out?"
Gripping her around the hips, he pulled her over until Evelyn lay on her belly. She thought of the bishop, and of the Beddingfields. If she confessed about them to Jack, surely he would strangle her in her own bed. She kept silent, turning her head as she felt him slap her naked ass several times before hooking his fingers around her hips and dragging her ass high in the air. She complied, moaning softly as he brought his hand down against her cunt and felt deeply into her fuck hole.
"You slut! I discipline you and all you can do is get excited! Isn't there anything that shames you?" he asked.
"No, nothing! Nothing! Do what you want with me, but I'll never be sorry for anything I've done," Evelyn said.
"My God, I'll just do that!"
She felt his prick stabbing blindly against her cunt as Jack threw himself atop her body. He looped one hand under her belly, pinching and twisting her nipples until Evelyn squealed with delight and pain.
Jack thrust in, bringing his free hand around and spanking the moaning, trembling woman. Her ass was on fire, growing pink from the slaps.
She cried out with a wild squawk of pleasure. He was finger fucking her, slapping her, pinching her nipples, fucking her cunt. He was doing everything the others had done, but doing them all at once.
"Uh! Ohhhh! Uhhhhh!"
She bobbed and weaved her ass around in the air as he raped through her hot, juicing cunt. He was on top of her again like a stag in the woods, biting and licking at the nape of her neck as his hips worked his cock deep in her grasping, hot cunt hole.
Her arms trembled, threatening to collapse, then collapsed as she kept her ass still high for Jack. Images of all the men who had fucked her flashed through her whirling mind as the minister fucked down and in for all he was worth. He slapped her ass again, reddening the ass cheeks delightfully as his cock stretched her cunt hole.
Fuck-juice seemed to explode from her cunt. She felt it leaking down her thighs as she moved her hips about wildly. She strained upward, feeling her husband's fingers pinching both nipples. Her clit was swollen and hot, pulsing with a raging tickle that jolted cries of unholy delight from her sore throat. Her thighs were smeared with her cunt juices as she felt another orgasm overtake her.
Jack cried out, forcing her down onto the bed as he sprayed his cum into her convulsing pussy. "Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"
Their cries mixed together in a hellish concert of delight as Evelyn came and came and came. When it was over, she again felt the pang of guilt that had nearly crushed her earlier. Jack was quiet atop her, his hands resting on either side of her face.
"No one-no one will know what you did with Reverend Bethel-and whoever else. You're still my wife, and however I've neglected you, I'll make it up," he said after some time.
"You don't have to," Evelyn said, then grew quiet as she felt him kissing her lovingly on her shoulders. No, she would say nothing. The others wouldn't either. There would be too much to lose, morally and financially. What hypocrites they were, and would be!
Evelyn felt her husband's prick pull from her cunt hole, grow stiff and hot, then start to nudge her asshole. The pressure against her shitter increased, and Evelyn thanked God that her husband had finally seen the light.
