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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>  Fri Jul 31 00:56:06 2009
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Subject: {ASSM} Christians Do It Better by Redbud (MF, WL)
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           Christians Do It Better
                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. 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. His 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. The 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 slip 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 another 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.

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