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 Church of hope and Glory

   Story codes:M/F, M/teen,, wife-cheat, orgy, blasphemy

   Chapter 1

   I stood waiting for my carriage.  I was dressed in a standard robe and
had a dog-tag around my neck.  Let me introduce myself.  My name is Jacques
35, a well known criminal and convicted killer, a year ago I was condemned
to death for my crimes and sentenced to death.  In all the news I was
reported as dead, but in fact a secret society kept me alive.  My only
chance to live was to join them.  Then I learned of their plans.  You name
it they did it, or had a hand in it.  Naturally, I was known as a great
criminal, but also a seducer of wealthy women due to my plush upbringing,
so was perfect for them.  They needed someone with criminal skills to carry
out their plans.  Thus far in my career as their dirty hand, I had killed
many opposition leaders and whistle blowers, pleasant but not very
satisfying.  Now was a moment to savour.  My task at hand was quite a joy
to me when I heard what I would be doing.  I was to infiltrate a church and
orphanage of fresh young women and seduce my way through them, until they
were sluts that would be ready to be taken by some of our older members. 
Of course, this meant I would have to completely make them submissive to
sexual orgies we had planned for them.  Don't get me wrong, we had ripened
up these girls for years.  They were all over the age of 16, (I'm no pedo,
after all)

   A carriage came up to me, a smartly dressed woman in her mid-twenties
came out and greeted me in front of her driver, I knew Agnes well, she was
one of our own, put into the orphanage, to keep a watchful eye on our young
beauties.  She was young, average height, had a beautiful body, that's she
hid under her modest clothing, and had the sweetest honey pot a man could
ever taste.  Here she was the pastors wife, Jennifer Brown.  She looked
every bit the dutiful wife, but I knew her better, I knew what a tiger she
was in bed, and had enjoyed her pleasure many times.

   "Hello Brother Max, how has the Tuscany weather treated you" She smiled
so innocently, only a week before, I had her dress hiked up in these same
green fields, and thrusting in her beautiful hole.

   "Quite well I must say"

   "Well then, Jean; Please escort us back to the orphanage immedietly, we
have much to do today.

   Amusingly, in this charade I would be her elder brother, quite appalling
really, but also a great turn on for me, to take her like this.  We both
got into the carriage and Jenny (what I liked calling her alone, when we
made love) closed the shutters to the carriage so we were in complete
darkness.  She then lit a lamp, while she did this I took off my robe to
reveal my nakedness underneath, quite a turn on for me to be naked under my
guise of a priest.  My state of arousal was quite evident

   "My!  Aren't we happy to see someone today"

   I wasted no time ripping off her dress and thrusted into her, violently,
passionately.  I noted the sweet perfume she wore, such a sweet fragrance
as I pushed into her, groaning and grunting.  She was moaning, while trying
to be quiet, which was quite funny to me.  I went to her knees and pushed
my head into that honey I so missed.  She gripped my hed with her strong
legs and gently stroked my head.  I slowly tatsed her and gently rubbed my
eager tongue over smoothly shaved nakedness.  Her eyes were closed, I knew
she enjoyed this so much, I could feel each of her strong oragasm and loved
the juice rush into my mouth.Finally, I stopped and got up, her body
covered in sweet sweat had a glow to it.  I turned her over, to see her
perfect rear, so soft to the touch, and still so tight, even though I had
been in it so many times

   "Oh Jacques, it has been so long since someone has relived me there,
Victor (her middle-aged husband) has never been any kind of lover to me"

   I smiled to myself; she would be relieved very often now that we would
be living together.  I pushed into her rear, feeling her take it slowly,
without any form of liquid I knew this would be painful, but enjoyed seeing
her squirm.

   "....You bastard Jacques....arrrggh"

   I laughed and pounded her for all my worth.  Watching every emotion take
over her.  The journey lasted a few hours, and by the time we were there we
were both exhausted and very satisfied, I kissed her slowly feeling her
tongue in my mouth one last time before we left the carriage.

   Both of us had changed into our clothes and had covered the scent of sex
with a sweet perfume.  I knew my semen was still running down her leg as we
reached the old converted farmhouse that was now a church.  I read the sign
outside, church of heavenly glory Before we went in I smiled to her, this
indeed would be a place of heavenly fulfilment.
   End of chapter 1