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 Christians Do It Best, by Redbud

   Reverend Jimmy "the Christian" Brag beheld the promising hips of his new
wife.  "Jesus Chri..." He interrupted himself.  "I thank thee." He stepped
behind her.  She wore a long skirt - one that he had bought for her - with
a long sleeve dress shirt buttoned to the neck.  This would be their first
Sunday morning at church, she as his wife.  Yes, his wife.  She was pouring
coffee for both of them.  He ran his hand over her narrow hips, then
downward, feeling the divide of her ass, a gesture that would have been a
mortal sin just two days ago when she was still a 17 year old in his
parish.

   "Reverend Brag!" she scolded.

   He cupped the roundness of her butt in his palm.  "What?" Jimmy asked.

   "I thought you were a man of God."

   "A man of God," he answered, "to whom God has given a wife."

   Jessica's stomach fluttered.  Being touched by a man, like this, after a
childhood of righteous upbringing, was still new to her.  She blushed but
there was also something else that made her push into the palm of her
husband's hand, a new knowledge and desire that made her blush again. 
Thankfully, her husband's attention turned.  He gazed at himself in the
window of their breakfast nook.  He could just see himself reflected in the
glass.  He straightened his tie and suit.

   "Is last night already such a distant memory?" he asked.

   He saw his new wife cast her eyes downward.  But he also saw a brief
smile, maybe, and another blush.  She put a cup of coffee at his place, a
napkin, plate and butter.  He sighed to himself.  This saintly shame of his
new young wife was going to be his undoing.  He could already feel himself
hardening.  What was it in a young woman's innocence that made a man want
to ravage her?  The image of her bent over in front of him, hands before
her, supporting her, her thighs parted, looking behind her, back at him,
with that mix of uncertainty, shyness and...  oh yes...  innocence, just
before she was taken.  Yes, she had been raised a proper Christian.  She
had been meek and had submitted herself on her first night of marriage.

   The look.  That look!

   He had to sit down.  His cock ached, stiff, needing to be adjusted.  He
watched his new young wife set her place and sit across from him.  He bowed
his head; so did she.  He tried to force his wife from his thoughts as he
prayed.

   But he couldn't.

   The Night Before

   His last guests were leaving and the parents were the last to leave. 
For the first time they left her alone in another man's house.  They knew
for what labor God had prepared her.  God had readied her girlish hips and
breasts, made of her a woman that she should take husband; that he should
take pleasure in her and conceive within her as was God's purpose.

   The door closed and they were alone.  The taste of wine was still in
their mouths.  He guided her from the entryway, through the broad double
doors and into the main room.  His bride.  She peered at the large, broad
room, the large and comfortable furniture and the wide french doors that
led from one room to the next.  She gazed and smiled at him.  "It's
beautiful," she said.

   She had never before been in this part of his large house.  It would
have been unseemly.  Indeed, this was the first time she had been
-anywhere- in the house without the accompaniment of her mother or father.
Jimmy "the Christian" Brag knew full well the pitfalls of too many pastors
and televangelists.  He kept a strict moral compass.  And he didn't veer
from it.  He didn't tolerate hypocrisy.  Never.

   But he was a man, too.  Hadn't he lusted for her for the first day she
attended his ministry?  She had been a girl, just twelve, when she and her
parents first joined his ministry.  And he had been ashamed.  She had
bewitched him even at that age.  Then she turned 13 and 14.  He had watched
her change, watched her young body mature and slowly begin to make promises
to other boys and men, promises she hardly understood.  But the Reverend
Jimmy Brag had always been respectful, upright and Christian.  When had he
touched himself for lust of her?  Never.  The Bible was the word, and to
the Bible he had given his heart while God readied the girl for her role as
woman and wife.

   No more.  He would never again forgo the pleasure that was now, with
this young woman, rightfully his.  His thoughts could dwell on her night
and day.  "Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest all the days of the
life of thy vanity, which he hath given thee under the sun, all the days of
thy vanity: for that is thy portion in this life, and in thy labor which
thou takest under the sun.  So sayeth Ecclesiastes 9:9!" he said aloud,
beaming at this young woman who had agreed to be his wife.  She smiled and
kissed him.  'That labor', he thought to himself.  He guided her toward the
room where he would instruct her in that labor.

   "It's strange," she said.

   "What?" he asked as they entered his entertainment room.

   "Being here," she said quietly, "alone."

   "You're not alone."

   "I mean..."

   "I know," he said.  He stopped her gently and stood straight.  "You are
my bride.  The bond that we have entered into none but God can sunder. 
Until God sunders that bond, you will never be alone.  Never."

   "I love you, Reverend Jimmy Brag."

   He kissed her.  He tasted mint.  His heart raced.  It was a kiss he had
yearned for, for six years.  And now there was none to gainsay his right to
enjoy her.  He kissed her and drew her against him by the small of her
back, feeling her breasts against his chest, her belly against his, her
thighs against his, his hard sex pressed into the soft joining of his
bride's legs, finally.  She felt it.  He made sure.  And when they parted,
her lips were parted and her gaze was coy.

   "This way," he said to her.  "Every room in this house is yours."

   She followed, unbelieving.  Simply by the fact of marriage, all this
(that she had only wondered at a day ago), was hers as much as his.  She
followed her groom into a much larger room.  One wall, for forty feet and
16 feet in height, was glass.  The lights dimmed and the nightlit
skyscrapers of Denver appeared.  The distant city spread on the horizon. 
She walked to the window and leaned on the glass.  The lights of the city
were distant, the house being perched on the mountainside, but they were
clear.

   She felt Jimmy's presence behind her.

   He kissed the nape of her neck and held her by the waist.  "I have
anticipated this moment.  It's time you left behind girlish things," he
said.  "The Lord hath made thee a woman and hath prepared thee, in all thy
parts, for this night, for the undertaking of a woman's part, of wife, of
submission to thy husband's headship as to thy Lord."

   She closed her eyes and exhaled.  "I submit to thee, my husband."

   "We are bride and groom," he said quietly.  She felt his hand on her
abdomen.  "But I am not yet your husband."

   He reached up, and began unbuttoning her gown.  Button by button her
gown parted, revealing her stiffening nipples first, the rise and fall of
her increasingly uncertain breath, then the hollow at the center of her
ribs, downward, her flat belly and the thin shadow that divided her abdomen
from the meeting of her ribs to the meeting of her thighs.  Another button
and her belly button was revealed.  He could see it all, even as he stood
behind her, reflected gently in the dark window.  Her head fell back on his
shoulder, her breath shallow.  "I've never...  never been naked before a
man," she said, quietly.  Then she gasped as his shaking hand slipped
between her legs.

   "Marriage is honourable in all, and the bed undefiled, Hebrews 13:4," he
groaned.

   "The wife hath not power of her own body," she answered as if to
reassure herself, crying out when his finger brushed her clit, "but the
husband..."

   "And for that labor I unclothe you, shall reveal you, and instruct you
in that purpose for which God hath made thee."

   "As the church submits to Christ," she answered, "so also wives should
submit to their husbands in everything.  " And she arched her back with
pleasure, without thinking, without knowledge of the pleasure she would
receive by doing so, and her legs parted subtly.

   Another button and the dark V between her legs was revealed.  Finally,
after so long, he would -know- this girl, this girl who had become a young
woman.  Yes, he would instruct her in that labor for which God had made her
-his- wife.  She would be a girl no longer.

   "Do you remember your wedding vows?"

   "Yes," she answered, her voice quavering.

   Brag knelt behind her and undid the last buttons.  "I, Jimmy Brag, take
you, Jessica Gray, to be my wedded wife," he said.  Her dress parted and
her hips and legs were made bare in the reflecting glass.  He beheld his
bride.  His.  "What sayeth the female?" he asked as he slowly stood.

   "I, Jessica Gray, take you, Jimmy Brag, to be my wedded husband," she
answered, voice quavering.  She remained where she stood, her hands against
the glass.  She seemed to gaze at the city glimmering on the horizon.

   His hands moved to her hips, then forward and upward where legs and
abdomen joined.  He traced the curve and felt goosebumps - her intake of
breath.  He placed his hand on her belly and felt her breath as if to
remind himself that she was real.  "With deepest joy I receive you into my
life that together..." he moved a hand between her slender legs and gently
pressed at her moistening opening...  "we may be one.  As is Christ to His
body, the church, so I will be to you a loving and faithful husband." He
brushed her clit as he moved his hand upward again.

   She inhaled, her head raised, and parted her legs, unsure but following
the lead of her body.  "With deepest joy I come into my new life with
you....huh!" She faltered as her husband's hands gently moved over her
breasts.  No one had ever touched them!  The pleasure!  Surely such
pleasure was meet with God's purpose, yet she couldn't help feeling
ashamed! To say her wedding vows like this!

   "Do you not be ashamed," he whispered in her ear.

   "I..." She faltered.

   "Marriage is honourable in all, and the bed undefiled," he said and
sucked her earlobe between his lips.  "Hebrews 13:4."

   She shuddered, then spoke.  "As you have pledged to me your life and
love..." She gasped as his palms grazed her nipples.  They hardened while a
heat and moisture softened the place between her legs.  Her body prepared
despite her ignorance.  "So I too..." she breathed...  "happily give you my
life..." She bent forward, her hands supporting her against the glass,
following the pleasure which her husband aroused in her.  She desired to
arch and open her legs.  She did.  "...and in confidence submit myself to
your headship..." she glanced back at him...  "as to the Lord."

   This young companion, his bride, who had been an immature girl just a
season ago, was submitting to him, womanly and ready.  His cock ached.  He
unzipped.  He let his tuxedo jacket fall to the floor with a quick shrug.
Then she saw him.  His cock.  Something that would have been unthinkable, a
mortal sin just a day before.  She saw him and she gasped.  She had never
seen an aroused cock - so large, upright.  Is this what she did to him? 
Why?  She pressed her knees together but the sight also urged her to thrust
her sex upward and back, toward him.  She had never seen him like this.  He
looked possessed.  "Marriage is honourable in all," she managed to breathe
as she nervously shook, "and the bed...  the bed unde...  huhn!...filed..."
He pressed the head against her, between her legs, against her opening.  He
moved his cock up and down the wet groove of the place that split her
belly.

   "The window..." she finally managed.

   "Should not the world and God know that Jimmy Brag hath taken wife?"

   She gazed out the window.  Denver was miles away.  A mere glimmer, and
yet a thousand windows faced theirs.  But they were miles away.  She felt
the head of her husband's cock nudge into her opening.

   "Always will I perform my headship over you..." he groaned as she gazed
back at him, behind her, above her...  "even as Christ does over me,
knowing that His Lordship is one of the holiest desires for my life."

   "As is the church in her relationship to Christ," she whispered shakily
as she felt her husband enter her body for the first time, "so I will be to
you."

   Oh God, this girl!  This woman.  Finally.  To see her like this.  He
pushed and he heard her cry, saw her back arch and her head fly back. 
There could be no other cry as gratifying as that first cry that makes a
woman a wife.

   "Uuuuhn!" she groaned.

   "I promise you my deepest love..." his eyes rolled as he felt his cock
in the depths of her belly, finally.  He could push no deeper....  "my
fullest devotion, my tenderest care." He saw her grasp at the window, felt
her rapid intake of breath and exhalation as she was filled for the first
time.  She gasped, clamored, her fingers stiff and grasping.  She finally
exhaled and groaned, finally placing the flat of her hands against the
window.  She had been taken.

   "Jimmy Brag, I will live first unto our God..." she breathed...  "and
then unto you..." She turned again, gazing back at him....  "loving you..."
she moaned...  "obey...  obeying you..." A spasm fluttered deep in her womb
- giving way to her husband's cock - a pleasure she had never felt
before... "caring for you and ever..." She lowered her head and widened her
thighs as another spasm caused her back to arch...  "seeking to please
you."

   "I promise I will live first unto God," he groaned, "rather than others
or even you...." He withdrew and pushed.  "I promise that I...  I will lead
our lives into a life of faith and hope in Christ Jesus."

   "...God has prepared me for you..." she gasped as he pushed into her
again, her voice high pitched, like that of the girl he had first met.

   "Ever honoring God's guidance..." he cried, holding her hips, his
bride's hips as he moved ever more quickly, taking her, claiming her... 
"by His spirit through the Word."

   "and so...  huhhnn!" Is this what God meant for her?  She wasn't on the
pill!  Nothing.  No.  Her eyes began to roll...  "I will ever...  ever
strengthen, help, comfort, and..." Another stronger spasm fluttered in her
womb, around her husband's cock.  "...encourage you."

   "And so throughout life..." he gasped....  "no matter what may lie ahead
of us, I pledge to you my life..."

   "Therefore, throughout life, no matter what may be ahead of us, I pledge
to you my life..." she answered between gasps.

   And then...  and then...  and then he held himself hard against her,
freely, as was his right.  The husband should fulfill his marital duty to
his wife, 1 Corinthians.  For this was no longer a girl, or a young woman
seated in his parish.  He no longer need conceal his desire for her.  Now
his desire would be expressed inside her, for the wife's body does not
belong to her alone but also to her husband.  4 Corinthians.  "Uhhnn!" He
let his seed freely burst inside her.  Again.  Then again.  He emptied
himself joyfully.  "I pledge...  pledge you my...  my life as loving..." He
grunted as more seed pulsed into her belly, convulsing him...  "a loving
and faithful...  husband."

   She moaned.  She waited, knowing, without understanding, the
consummation that occurred inside her.  The fluttering inside her womb
changed, her muscles slowly, inexorably, and pleasurably tightened around
the cock pulsing inside her.  She remained unmoving: The wife should
fulfill her marital duty to her husband, 1 Corinthians.  And yet wasn't
this also her right?  The husband's body does not belong to him alone but
also to his wife!  "UHN!" Her belly spasmed, her muscles gave way.  Truly,
God hath prepared her.  "I pledge..." She pulsed on her husband's cock...
"I pledge to you...  to you my life...uhnn..." For a moment, she couldn't
speak...  "as an obedient and faithful...  wife."

   Brag slumped over her, over this young woman, this recent girl, his
wife, whom he had wanted so much.  She was his now.  He slowly withdrew. 
She slowly straightened.  His release flowed from her womb and coated her
slender thighs.

   "Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the
Lord.  Proverbs 18:22," he breathed, already feeling new stirrings of
arousal as his wife turned without turning, gazing at him, eyes half
lidded, but also questioning, newly awakened.

   "For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother," she said,
suddenly with understanding, "and shall be joined unto his wife..."

   "...and they two shall be one flesh," they both said together.

   "For this cause!" he said.  And he drew her to him, turning her so that
she faced him.  Then he turned her, walking her backward, letting her fall
backward onto a chaise.  He lifted her knees and spread her legs, his cock
big with his desire.  Now he saw her at last, fully naked, his own seed
spilling from her belly.  He was enflamed.  She cried out, belly upraised,
breasts stretched, penetrated again.

   Then the thrusting began again.

   She understood.  Her breath came in time with her husband's thrusts. 
"My lover is mine," she gasped, "and I am his; he browses among the
lilies."

   "Song of Solomonm," he smiled.  He leaned over her and took her breast
in his mouth.  She arched.

   He let her nipple, his wife's nipple, slide out of his mouth.  "Arise,
come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me," he gasped.

   Her cries rose in pitch.  "You engender me, husband," she breathed,
remembering, once again, that her womb was pierced unprotected.

   "Your wife will be like a fruitful vine in the inner rooms of your
house," he gasped, his thrusts increasing.  "Psalm 128!"

   She closed her eyes.  Her head fell back.  Her loins tightened, again.
"Uhnnn..."

   "Children are a reward from him," he gasped.  And he saw her acquiesce
again, her back and neck arching in time with the convulsions in her belly.
Then she lay open, her hand on his shoulder, her eyes half lidded, her legs
open as she received his seed again.

   Yes, Jimmy remembered every moment.

   He glanced up at his wife just as she raised her eyes from prayer.  The
coffee steamed between them.

   "Unbutton," he said.

   She gazed at him, perplexed.

   How many times had he dreamed of this girl as his wife?  "I wish to gaze
on my wife's breasts," he said quietly, almost shyly.

   Her breath grew deeper.  She slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  Her breasts
were freed, nipples hardening, full and youthful.

   "Do not deprive each other except by mutual consent," he said, "and for
a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer.  Have we not prayed?"

   "Yes," she answered.

   "Stand," he said, as he himself stood, "and lean over the table."

   She did.  She felt him lift her dress to the small of her back.  She
felt him tug down her panties.  She felt him lean over her, his lips
against hers as she turned her head.  "You will sit in the pews today, he
said, as my wife.  Whenever I gaze at you, I will know that I'm inside
you."

   Her mouth opened as her husband opened her belly from behind, slowly,
insistently.  Her womb accepted him again - a good Christian wife.

   [On Marriage and consummation.]

   ...spouses have performed between themselves in a human fashion a
conjugal act which is suitable in itself for the procreation of offspring,
to which marriage is ordered by its nature and by which the spouses become
one flesh.

   ...God considers a couple to be married at the moment the marriage is
consummated with sexual intercourse.  There are some who argue that if any
man and woman have sex, God considers the two of them to be married.  Such
a viewpoint is not biblically sound.  The basis for this argument is the
fact that sexual intercourse between a husband and wife is the ultimate
fulfillment of the "one flesh" principle (Genesis 2:24; Matthew 19:5;
Ephesians 5:31).  In this sense, sexual intercourse is the final "seal" on
a marriage covenant.  However, if a couple is legally and ceremonially
married, but for some reason are unable to engage in sexual intercourse,
the couple is still considered married.

   [The original wedding vows.]

   Male

   I, _____, take you, ______, to be my wedded wife.  With deepest joy I
receive you into my life that together we may be one.  As is Christ to His
body, the church, so I will be to you a loving and faithful husband. 
Always will I perform my headship over you even as Christ does over me,
knowing that His Lordship is one of the holiest desires for my life.  I
promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care.  I
promise I will live first unto God rather than others or even you.  I
promise that I will lead our lives into a life of faith and hope in Christ
Jesus.  Ever honoring God's guidance by His spirit through the Word, And so
throughout life, no matter what may lie ahead of us, I pledge to you my
life as a loving and faithful husband.

   Female

   I, _____, take you, ______, to be my wedded husband.  With deepest joy I
come into my new life with you.  As you have pledged to me your life and
love, so I too happily give you my life, and in confidence submit myself to
your headship as to the Lord.  As is the church in her relationship to
Christ, so I will be to you.  _____, I will live first unto our God and
then unto you, loving you, obeying you, caring for you and ever seeking to
please you.  God has prepared me for you and so I will ever strengthen,
help, comfort, and encourage you.  Therefore, throughout life, no matter
what may be ahead of us, I pledge to you my life as an obedient and
faithful wife.

   [I include these vows because the wife promised to be bonny and buxom in
bed!]

   GROOM'S VOW: "I, ___________, take thee __________ to my wedded wife, to
have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer
for poorer, for fairer or fouler, in sickness and in health, to love and to
cherish, till death us depart, according to God's holy ordinance; and
thereunto I plight thee my troth.

   Then shall they loose their hands; and the Woman, with her right hand
taking the Man by his right hand, shall likewise say after the Minister,

   BRIDE'S VOW: I ___________ take thee___________ to my wedded husband, to
have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer
or poorer, in sickness and in health, to be bonny and buxom at bed and at
board, to love and to cherish, till death us depart, according to God's
holy ordinance; and thereunto I plight thee my troth.