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Reverend Derriere

INRODUCTION

WARNING:
This story is sexually explicit in nature 
and should not be read by anyone who is under the 
age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such 
material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the 
Government for a redress of grievances. 

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All information is the creation of the
author's imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or
depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people,
organizations or incidents is purely coincidental."

Preface

1. About the story Reverend Derriere
The story is part of deirdre Fest but I have had the idea for the story
a long time. I got the idea from a report that claimed a televangelist
demanded that couples who wanted to work for him have sex with both him
and his wife. I forget the name of the televangelist and I have no idea
if the story is true. 

2. Disclaimer: This story is not advocacy fiction. The story depicts
fictional sexual activity which takes place in a church. The author does
not endorse the actions taken in the story.

3.  This story is written by Ho Masubi who has also written the story
Helicopter Crash, Marilyn and the Home Invasion Series. 

Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter ... from the following
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Reverend Derriere

My husband is Pastor Tim Caldwell or Pastor Tim as he is usually called.  I
am his wife Reverend Jessica Caldwell.  People call me Reverend Jessie.  We
lived in a small town in Georgia and we had our own church.  One Sunday
something special happened that changed our lives forever.  Up until that
moment it had been a routine Sunday.  We had completed our usual Sunday
morning service which starts at 8 a.m.  and concludes at noon.  After the
service we had lunch.

   Every Sunday while we conduct our service we record Reverend Derrière's
Sunday's service which is televised from the Crystal Temple in Atlanta, GA.
We always admired him, and dreamed that someday we would be one of his
Angels.  His Angels are the people you see in white robes, on TV during the
service.  They are all ordained ministers and they serve Reverend Derrière.
They bring people up to the altar for healing.  They collect money and pass
out pamphlets.  They do what ever Reverend Derrière wants.  Every time I
see the service I tell the same joke.  I say to Pastor Tim, I wonder what
the Angels are wearing under those white robes.  It's not very pious of me
but sometimes Reverend Tim smiles and that makes me happy.

   What made this day, special was something happened that had never
happened before.  After the service they always do the same thing.  They
roll the credits and play music and at the same time they interview one or
two Angels.  This time everything started the same.  They were interviewing
an Angel with music in the background and the credits were rolling.  The
credits continued to roll but suddenly the sound from the interview
stopped. Reverend Derrière voice came on and he said that he had a special
announcement.  He said that God has sent him a vision and directed him to
speak directly a certain woman and that the woman would know who she was.
He said that the woman who was an ordained minister serving in a church in
rural Georgia.  He said that she was married to the pastor of the church
where they both served.  He said that both she and her husband watch his
service on TV every Sunday and that they both dream of becoming angles.  He
said that God directed to tell the wife to send him a letter: A letter
which stated that she and her husband wished to become Angels, with contact
information and candid photos of both of them.

   The next day I walked to the post office and mailed a letter to Reverend
Derrière.  I didn't really think anything of it.  I didn't even say
anything to Pastor Tim.  Three days later, I got a call from Reverend
Derrière's office.  They asked me for information on our church and Pastor
Tim's and my background.  The next day they called again said that we
should come to the Crystal Temple in Atlanta on the Saturday after next. 
That if we passed the test; we would become the Angels and serve under
Reverend Derrière.  They said that a letter confirming this message had
already been mailed.

   I was a little disappointed because when I told Pastor Tim about the
conversation he didn't believe me.  When the letter arrived he became very
excited, he said that had had been praying for this opportunity since we
both became ministers.

   The next Sunday after the sermon, Pastor Tim told the congregation about
the call.  He said that we would both be in Atlanta next Sunday, being
interview at the Chrystal Temple.  He said that we both might become Angles
for Reverend Derrière.  He explained that next week, the deacon would be
conducting the service.

   One of our parishioners had to drive us to the bus station because we
didn't own a car.  It was a long ride to Atlanta but we were too excited to
sleep.  We arrived at 10 o'clock Saturday morning, we really didn't know
what to expect.  We were surprised to see an automobile with the markings
Crystal Temple was in the parking lot of the bus station.  We went over to
inquire, and we were told Reverend Derrière had sent a car for us.

   Once we arrived at the Crystal Temple we were both taken to separate
rooms, which were the size of a closet and lacked furniture.  We were told
to kneel on the floor and pray.  They said that we would be watched,
surprisingly the time when quickly as I never prayed so hard in my life. 
About an hour later, they took us to lunch in the cafeteria.  After lunch
we were escorted to Reverend Derrière's office.

   Before we went in we were told to sit down on the two wooden chairs in
of Reverend Derrière's desk and only speak when we were directly asked a
question.  Neither of us was to speak for the other or volunteer anything.
We were warned that if we actually became angels that we have to submit to
Reverend Derrière

   We walked in and sat down.  Reverend Derrière sat on the other side of
the big desk.  He didn't look like he looked on TV he looked angry and
frightening.  My greatest fear was I would fail Pastor Tim by speaking out
of turn.  Reverend Derrière subjected us to the most grueling interview
that I ever had.  I felt that my answers sounded stupid and that I was
failing Pastor Tim and myself.

   Suddenly Reverend Derrière smiled.  He pressed the intercom, and we were
joined by his wife, Tammy Ray.  They gave us a private tour of the Temple.
They both seemed so nice that it was like talking with two old friends.  It
seemed like we were really hitting it off when Reverend Derrière invited us
to their private quarters for dinner.

   Everything went wonderfully and at 10 pm Tammy Ray said that we would be
escorted to our room and that tomorrow we would be tested just before the
service began.  She said if we passed the test we would be given our white
angel robes there and then and we would have the honor to serve our first
service.  Reverend Derrière said, "Your test tomorrow may surprise you. 
Unless you are willing to forget you preconceptions don't even attempt the
test.  If you don't come I will understand and provide transportation home
as I know you don't have much money."

   Neither one of us could sleep.  We were ushered into the Crystal Temple
at 8 am.  We walked up the central isle of the temple together; alone.  The
altar was surrounded by angels looking outward.  Reverend Derrière was
standing at the head of the altar and Tammy Ray was standing next to him.
We knelt before the altar as instructed.  As we knelt the Angels turned
around and looked toward the altar.

   Tammy Ray came over and told us to remain where we were.  Then Reverend
Derrière said, "If anyone here wished to become an angel let them show
themselves to the congregation.

   Tammy Ray told us to stand and disrobe.  I felt confused but I was
afraid to I hesitate.  We both took off our clothes and an angel took our
clothes away.Then we were told face the altar and fold our hands.  Tammy
Ray said that I should remain here but I must observe what happens to my
husband?

   Then she brought Pastor Tim to over to the altar.  She whispered
something in to Pastor Tim's ear and he looked shocked.  Then she took off
her own clothes.  She hugged Pastor Tim and they just stood there, holding
each other.  They *weren't talking.* *I didn't know what to think*it didn't
quite make sense to me.

   Then Tammy Ray said, "Come on I *know* you want it.  Pastor Tim seemed
confused said, "No it's wrong." Tammy Ray laughed and said, "You are going
to give in.  You *want* it." Pastor Tim just stood there.  "You *know* you
better not keep him waiting.  You know you *need* it." I could hear the
condescending laughter in her voice.  "Please don't make me," Pastor Tim
pleaded.

   Tammy Ray started kissing Pastor Tim and then she grabbed his hair and
pulled him forward until he was kneeling before her.  Then she pushed his
face into her vagina and Pastor Tim started licking her.  Tammy Ray said,
"Good doggy.  Lap it up."



   I couldn't believe that they were doing right in front of Reverend
Derrière.  Then Reverend Derrière grabbed my husband by the hair.  He made
him standup.  He said turn around and make sure that everyone sees that you
are erect and ready to go.  Pastor Tim looked so embarrassed.  Tammy Ray
was giggling and said, "I think that he is ready."

   Then Reverend Derrière took off his robe and took a hold of Pastor Tim's
by the neck and pushed him over to the altar.  I couldn't believe the way
he submitted to Reverend Derrière.  He just let him do that, it just wasn't
like him.  I never imagined that Pastor Tim would let anyone push him
around even Reverend Derrière.



   Tammy Ray laughed and said, "Have fun" and then she sat down, still with
out any clothes on.  Reverend Derrière grabbed Pastor Tim by the hips and
asked him "Are you ready, sweetheart?" Pastor Tim didn't say anything. 
Suddenly there was the sound of Reverend Derrière slapping Pastor Tim's
butt.  Then he pulled Pastor Tim's hair and Pastor Tim said "yes." "Speak
up so everyone hears you." Pastor Tim shouted, "Yes!" "And what do you
want." There was another slap and Pastor Tim shouted "Fuck me." Then
Reverend Derrière immediately shoved himself into Pastor Tim's butt!  I
couldn't believe it but I saw it with my own eyes.



   "Do want rough or easy, Pastor Tim?" Pastor Tim responded softly and
said, "Just fuck me." "Do you want it hard and rough?  What's your choice?"
There was no response.  "Hurry up bitch.  I have a show to do." Then Pastor
Tim said "Rough." "Ok sweetie pie but you will have to beg.  I *like* it
when you beg.  Until then I will give you a nice gentle fuck." "Please!"
"Please do what?" "Please fuck me rough!" Reverend Derrière increased the
speed of his fucking.  "Please, please fuck me harder.  "I want to hear you
beg for it." "I'm begging.  I'm begging.  Please bang my ass hard with your
big dick." I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears.  My husband was begging a
man to fuck him and begging to be fucked hard.



   I couldn't see any more because Tammy Ray pushed me face down against
the floor.  Then she started licking my pussy from behind.  I knew that I
should have resisted but couldn't believe what she was doing I was so
confused.  Then she started licking my butt and I lost track of time.  I
was totally lost in the feeling and then she said, "I'm getting you ready
to submit." I didn't know what she meant until she shoved a candle up my
ass.

   Tammy Ray pulled me to my feet.  I still had at least foot of candle
stickling out of my butt: I felt so strange.  Having a candle up my butt
made me feel that I was going to go the bathroom right in front of the
congregation.  I knew I looked like a pervert and everyone was laughing at
me.



   Tammy took me up to Reverend Derrière who was sitting in a chair next to
the altar.  I couldn't see Pastor Tim.  Reverend Derrière held both of my
hands and looked me in the eye.  He said, "Reverend Jessie I can *see* that
you want me." I said "No," but it came out weak and unconvincing.  "A no
like that is better then a yes.  If you mean it say it with conviction.  He
had a smirk on his face like he knew that I couldn't resist him.  He was so
arrogant that I wanted to hit him but I just stood there tongue-tied.  Then
he shouted "Are you interested in me?" Before I could respond he gave my
face a little slap.  "I, I" "What is it bitch?" He slapped me again. 
"Speak up." But I couldn't think.  "Ok this is your last chance.  Tell me
you don't want it and mean it.  Come on Reverend Jessie, say it" I couldn't
say a word.  He had a slight smirk on his face.  "Then say yes, bitch'" I
just stared at him.  "Say 'yes'" I wanted to say no but I was trapped like
a deer in the headlights.

   He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down.  Then he
stood up and pulled the candle out of my butt.  "Reverend Jessie you are
kneeling on the altar of a church with a candle up your ass just after you
had a woman eat you out and you are pretending that you are not that kind
of girl."



   He yelled at me this time and he said, "How do you like it rough or
easy? *Answer*!" "Rough!" I said.  I couldn't believe what I just said.  I
had just given Reverend Derrière an invitation to sodomize me on the altar
of a church.



   Suddenly he pulled my butt into the air.  Then his cock pressed against
my rear!  I felt him press a little, but not hard.  Then he said, "Are you
going to beg?" I said, "No." He started pushing his penis against my ass.
"Come on beg for it." I was sure that he was going to enter me but he just
stayed pressing against my anus.  "*Come on*, whore I haven't got all day,
the service will be starting soon." I still didn't say anything.  Then he
said, "Forget it." I felt the pressure reduce and "I said please don't
stop." "Aren't you going to beg me?" "*Ok I am begging.* Come on say it. 
"Ok please fuck me." Still he just kept pressing, but not hard enough to
enter me.  I said, "Please fuck my ass!" "Do you want it hard?" "*Yes*,
*yes*, *very hard*!"



   He pressed harder and I felt him enter.  He slid into me; lubricated by
the candle.  He entered me slowly and moved in an inch at a time.  He
wasn't in me all the way when he said, "Do you want *more*?" I said that I
did and tried to reach around from behind and pull him in.  He said you are
pretty *desperate* aren't you.  I told him I was and he said you deserve my
pity and he slowly shoved it in all the way." I said, "Fuck me!  Harder! 
*Please fuck me as hard as you can*!"



   He started fucking me slowly.  I begged him again and again to bang me
harder.  He sped up a little but he was still going too slowly.  Then I
found myself, shoving my behind back and forth against him, making him fuck
me faster.  It was only then that he really started increasing the pace. 
He *beg* me some more.  "Please fuck me.  Please fuck me hard.  Please I'm
*begging*; give it to me hard." "Ok I will give you what you want slut."
Then he started really banging me.  He went faster and faster until I could
feel his balls hitting my butt.

   I came and came again.  I didn't think a woman could come this way but I
did.  "You really like it don't you harlot" Then I felt him coming in me.
We were coming at the same time.  Then he pulled himself out of me.  He
gave me a hard slap on my butt and I straightened up.  He started laughing
and then he said I know a little whore who likes it rough.  Then the church
music started for the service.



   Pastor Tim was standing next to me.  I saw that Reverend Derrière and
Tammy Fay was already dressed.  Angels helped both of us on with our new
robes.  We both were Angles.  We turned and we could see the TV cameras
turn on and then there was a signal and people started to enter the church
for the service.  I whispered to Pastor Tim that we now know what the
Angels wear underneath their robes.  Then Pastor Tim and I walked hand in
hand to receive instructions from a senior angel, it was them that I
realized that our both being fucked by Reverend Derrière had brought us
closer together.



   During the service we were told that we had been chosen for the TV
interview that they did after every televised service.  Pastor Tim and I
went to a TV studio in the Temple.  The interview went well and for our
last question we were asked what Reverend Derrière likes.  Pastor Tim and I
said the same thing at once.  We both said that he likes it rough.  


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