THE PREACHER’S PERVERTED WIFE

“Oh, ah, you’re raping me,” she breathed out, “You’re raping me with a big hard cock.”

“Ah yeah, honey,” he replied, “Raping that hot-fucking pussy. I knew the minute you answered the door wearing nothing but a silk robe that you wanted it.”

He squeezed her tits harder and pinched her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. She winced and gasped with the feeling. He felt her titties grow hard and throbbing and hot under his ministrations. He guessed correctly that she was a true masochist. He jabbed his prick full-force up her cunt and she jerked with the pain, and then whimpered and moaned with the pleasure of it. Yes, no doubt about it, she was a pure masochist. I’ve got a goldmine on my hands, he thought, as he began pumping his prick deep in her pussy.

“You like me raping you, honey? He breathed out raggedly, “You like me pounding your cunt with a big hard dick?”

“Oh God, I love it!” she cried, “Oh, ah, your cock feels so big and good. Ram it in me. Rape me hard and deep!”

He screwed every inch of his long thick hard prick up her pussy. His full fat balls mashed upon her ass as he drove his dick in to the root. His hands mauled her tits, squeezing them hard and cruelly and pinching the nipples, as he literally screwed the piss out of her. She humped her rump up to allow him unrestricted access to her pussy, and he rammed every inch of his hard dick to the core of her cunt. Even as he pumped his big stiff prick in her pussy, filling her up, she kept in mind how chubby and ugly he was. She couldn’t explain it, but it gave her a thrill to know such a fat unattractive man was fucking her. She supposed it had something to do with with the working of masochism. Beauty and the beast and all that. But all she really knew was that she wanted that fat ugly slob to screw his fat prick deep in her cunt, to squeeze his fat hands on her tits, and rub his fat jowls upon her cheek. Nothing else mattered.

He pinched her nipples sharply and a shot of pleasure/pain pierced through her breasts all the way down to her cunt. She felt the hot juice flow from her clit. She actually screamed with the pleasure of the pain as he squeezed her tits roughly and pinched her nipples as hard as he could. He suddenly flipped her over without sliding out of her pussy and went down on her titties, chomping down on the nubs of her breasts as he mashed and squeezed her butt.

“Oh God!” she cried, “Suck, bite my tits! Squeeze my ass good and hard, ram a a fat ugly duck up my cunt! Oh, ah, this is what I want and need — pleasure and pain mingled into one.”

“Um, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunted, “I can feel the cum churning in my balls. Get ready for it. I’m gonna shoot a load in you.

“Squirt it deep,” she replied.

He cried out in lust as the semen erupted and gushed up his stalk. When it squirted into her cunt, he cried out again with the ecstasy of it. He spurted gob after gob of cum deep in her pussy, filling her up with it,till it flowed out of her cunt.

“I want a rape every day — just like this,” she gasped.

“I can give it to you,” he answered. “Me and Sherry can,” referring to his wife. “Um, you’ve got the tightest hottest juiciest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Something tells me we’re going to be doing this a lot,” she said.

“You know it,” he replied.

There was a pause in their conversation as he stroked her rump.

“You’ve got a perfect ass,” he finally said, “Made for stroking,” he softly rubbed her butt and she murmured; “for kissing,” he nuzzled her rump.

She moaned, “For squeezing and pinching,” he twisted her butt-flesh between thumbs and forefingers and she gasped, “And perfect for biting, paddling — and whipping.”

He chomped down on her ass cheeks, causing her to jerk and squeal. He began nipping her ass but soon was biting it. At first it hurt her — it was pain alone, but the more he chomped down, the more she began to enjoy it. The feeling was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. Piercing stinging bolts of pain mingled with pleasure shot through her whole body, but it was especially centered in her breasts and her pussy.

“Oh God, it hurts so good,” she wheezed.

He suddenly got off the bed and went to her dresser and rambled through the instruments lying on it. He finally found what he was looking for: a big hairbrush. He went back to the bed, and with one arm around her waist her raised her to her hands and knees.

“Stick your butt up and out,” he ordered.

She complied, and he got down to business.

He stroked her rump and marveled that such a perfect ass existed — and it was all his. He raised the hairbrush and brought it down, the back end of it landing squarely on her upraised butt.

“Oh!” she squealed and winced and drew back.

He whacked her again — a little harder and she drew back still more.

“Oh, it hurts, it stings, it burns,” she whimpered.

He clutched her hip with one hand and gave her a third blow.

“Unh! Oh, ooh,” she moaned.

By the time he had given her a half-dozen slaps with the hairbrush straight on her rump, she had begun moving in synch with his whacking. Pleasure was beginning to overpower pain. He gave her a particularly hard slap with the brush and she moved her ass back to meet the blow. The feeling was indescribable.

She groaned and yelped at the same time.

He began to rain blows on her butt, smacking her hard and squarely with the brush, leaving wide red welts on her ass. She was reduced to gasping and panting and hunching her rump up and down in frenzied movements. She slid her hands underneath her body and stroked her pussy as she rubbed her breasts. She gasped and jerked as a climax wracked through her body. Then she stretched out on the bed, enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm.

His arm soon grew tired and he ceased whacking her rump. She lay on the bed moaning and hunching as she continued rubbing her cunt and tits. But Mr. Hopp was far from finished with her. The smacking he had given her with the hairbrush had ignited his lust. His cock reared up hard and throbbing to its full eight-inch length and thickness. He rolled her over and slid his body up against her face. He clutched her head and guided his dick to her mouth.

She opened her lips and he slid his prick in. He gasped at the sensation of her wet warm lips and tongue on his dick. He pressed his bloated balls on her chin as he began to fuck her mouth. For a moment she gagged on the thickness of his dick and tried to draw back, but he held her head too securely.

He began pumping his prick into her mouth and on down to her throat. After a short while, she got used to the long stiff thick cock running up and down her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles and let him use her as a receptacle. He cried out in unrestrained lust as he jammed his dick as far as it would go down her throat and mashed his fat balls on her chin as the cum gushed up his staff and erupted into her wet hot-sucking mouth. He pumped gobs of sperm down her throat and into her tummy. A warm glow pervaded her entire body as he spurted semen into her belly. He gave a final heave and eked out the last drop of cum from his balls. It was the best suck-job he had ever had.

She was a real prize and he intended to keep her. He would of course share her with his wife Sherry. He smiled to himself as he thought of what his wife would do to Debbie. Mr. Hopp was a sadist in every sense of the word, as preparation and anticipation played almost as important a role as the actual act of sadism itself. But he was also a no-nonsense guy. And after it was over, he was ready to leave.

“Time for me to go,” he simply said.

“Do you have to?” she pleaded.

“Yeah. Let’s get together again—tomorrow.”

She studied his face, and then with a resigned smile said “Okay.”

Their parting was brief, laconic and without sentiment. For Debbie had learned what the deal was: they had fucked each others brains out, he had introduced her to paddling, she had sucked his cock, and that had been it. She understood that was what was wanted for that day—that and nothing else. They now had a perfect understanding. They were on the same wavelength, so to speak. After he had gone, Debbie idly stroked her body, and thought …

She thought of how in a little over six months her life had changed completely. The changes were staggering, but Debbie was quick at grasping and accepting change. She had fully accepted all that had happened. She knew what was now most important to her: achieving as much pleasure/pain as possible. And she intended to do just that. If her marriage suffered, so be it. She even contemplated what would happen if it became necessary to divorce Terence. She would receive alimony, and she could find work on the computer as that had been what she had the most experience with before marrying Terence. She wasn’t worried at all. She intuitively knew that Mr. Hopp would help her. If need be, she wouldn’t find it difficult to wrap him around her finger — or so she thought … Mr. Hopp called her late the next afternoon.

He came straight to the point, “Sherry wants to meet you and get to know you. Why don’t you come over?”

“I’ll be over soon,” she answered.

She took a shower and dressed in tight short shorts and a strapless low-cut halter. She decided to dispense with panties and bra. When she went next door, the Hopps greeted her with a drink. Debbie tasted it and other than its being a little sweet was fine. She wasn’t aware that Mr. Hopp had added a little something to the drink: a sexual stimulant. It took it about ten minutes to take effect. In the meantime Sherry had turned the DVD on and had inserted an erotic Swedish film. Sherry Hopp was in her late twenties, tall and slender with sharp features, short ebony hair, dark eyes, and a pale complexion. There was a look about her that could only be described as cruel. She sat close beside Debbie on the long wide sofa. Mr. Hopp sat on Debbie’s other side.

“This is quite an erotic film,” Sherry said. “It’s been banned in a number of countries.”

As she watched the movie, Debbie found herself being turned on, both by the film itself and the effects of the aphrodisiac. Her skin turned ultra-warm and her breasts began to grow hot and throbbing. Warmth pervaded her pussy and a tingling swept up her channel. She felt an empty aching in her cunt — an aching that only something long, thick and stiff could fill and satisfy. Sherry noticed some of the changes in Debbie and knew from personal experience what she was feeling. She began to grow excited, for Debbie was indeed a prize, and she and Rick were going to open that prize. The film was a short one, and by the time it was over, Debbie was panting and juice was seeping from her clit; her breasts were hot and throbbing. The pulsating in her cunt had increased to where it was now an empty aching feeling.

“Let’s go to the Romper Room,” Sherry suddenly spoke.

“The Romper Room?” Debbie asked, giggling.

“That’s what Sherry calls it,” Rick said. “I call it the Playhouse.”

“It’s our little room of forbidden pleasures,” Sherry said.

“It sounds intriguing,” Debbie replied.

“It is,” Sherry answered. “It’s a room that Rick and I only invite select guests to.”

“I’m flattered,” Debbie said.

“You’ll like it,” Sherry answered.

They followed Sherry downstairs to a basement room. It had wall-to-wall thick carpet, muted lighting, two long wide soft sofas, a kitchenette and a bar. It also contained a padded barrel on stands in the center of the room. Debbie noticed that there were straps and hooks on one of the sofas and on the barrel. A vague idea began to form in her mind of what the evening’s entertainment would consist of. She was both attracted to and repelled by the idea of being restrained. She had not experienced being strapped, but she had sometimes thought about it. The idea of being strapped down and totally helpless at the hands of someone was an idea both attractive and somewhat frightening.

They all sat on one of the sofas with Debbie in the middle. The stimulant had now hit her full-force. She felt she would explode if she didn’t have her breasts and pussy ministered to. Sherry didn’t waste any time. She slipped an arm around Debbie’s shoulder and slid a hand under her halter. She began stroking the hot throbbing breast. Debbie gasped and moved one of her hands under Sherry’s blouse. Soon the two women were busily engaged in rubbing each others titties. Rick unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard throbbing cock. It was stretched to its full length and stiffness. He began stroking it as he watched the two women. Debbie noticed him rubbing his big stiff dick. It strained and throbbed in its eight-inch length. She suddenly had a desire to suck the long fat prick. She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth and began licking the head as she sucked down on the shaft.

He gasped at the feeling of her warm wet lips and tongue on his dick. He thrust forward and sank half his prick into her mouth. She sucked his prick avidly. Sherry didn’t want to be left out. She quickly unzipped Debbie’s shorts and tugged them off her legs. She lifted her thighs and spread them back. Debbie’s pussy was spread open before her in all its delicious beauty. She gave out a cry of delight and buried her face on Debbie’s cunt. She slipped her tongue into the luscious-tasting pussy and gave Debbie’s ass a good hard squeeze as she slid her tongue into the hot tight sweet-tasting cunt. Wet slurping sounds pervaded the room as the three licked and sucked each other. Sherry dug her tongue up Debbie’s pussy and began tongue-fucking her.

Debbie thought she would go crazy with the thrilling feeling of having her cunt fucked with a smooth wet tongue. She clutched Sherry’s head as she mashed her pussy against her mouth. She didn’t neglect Rick. She sucked his dick fast and fully as Sherry ate her cunt out. Sherry suddenly broke away, sliding her tongue out of Debbie’s pussy, and standing, breathing hard. She walked to a desk and opened a drawer and pulled out an instrument with straps. Debbie’s eyes widened as she realized the instrument was a strap-on dildo.

“You like this, honey?” Sherry said, “You’ll like it a lot better when its in that tight little cunt of yours.”

She strapped the dildo on. The prick jutted out a full eight inches. It was made of stiff but flexible rubber, the size and shape of an erect penis with the same texture.

She decided that the straps were not needed. Debbie was obviously hot and wanting to be screwed. She laid atop Debbie’s spread legs and grasped her butt as she guided the rubber cock and pushed her crotch forward. Debbie groaned as the prick made contact and entered her pussy. She automatically spread her legs and drew them back and thrust upward to give the dick complete access. Sherry took full advantage. She clutched Debbie’s butt as she strained forward and drove the hard rubber cock into her cunt. Debbie gave out a strangled groan as the prick slid in inch by inch.

“Oh god, it feels just like a real cock,” she gasped. “It’s so long and stiff and thick. Oh sweet-fucking cock — filling me up — stuffing my pussy full.”

In her excitement and passion of being fucked, Debbie had neglected Rick’s dick. She had slipped her mouth off of it and was stroking Sherry’s cheek with her own. Rick decided to remedy the situation. He moved up and grasped the two women’s heads and guided his prick to their mouths. He took turns with them, letting one of them suck his dick for a few minutes, and then allowing the other access. Sherry rapped the rubber prick in Debbie’s pussy, pumping it up and down fully, filling the cunt up with a big stiff rubber cock. Debbie wrapped her arms and legs tighter around Sherry and humped, meeting the woman’s thrusts with hunches of her own. Wet smacking sounds and groans and cries filled the air as the three licked and sucked and fucked. They all three reached climaxes at about the same time. They gasped and panted as they emitted their hot juices into each other. They stretched out, relaxing in the afterglow of a delicious suck and fuck.

But as Rick and Sherry knew, the fun and games had just begun … They refreshed themselves with drinks, and Sherry dimmed the lights down even more as Rick tuned the stereo to a nice jazz station. Debbie stretched out on the sofa, reveling in the aftermath of their suck and fuck. Sherry and Rick looked at Debbie stretched out in her nakedness and their lust was suddenly renewed. But this time they meant business.

“How would you like to try our “instrument of truth” out?” Rick asked Debbie

“Instrument of truth?” Debbie asked.

“Yes,” Rick replied, “It will provide the true feelings of the person who rides it. It never lies.” He indicated the padded barrel with a nod of his head.

“How does it work?” Debbie asked.

“Let me show you,” Rick answered, getting up and pulling Debbie toward him.

Sherry joined them and before Debbie was aware of what was happening, they had her strapped down over the barrel. Her hands and feet were securely bound. Her luscious ass stuck up big and smooth and rounded.

“Now begins the moment of truth,” Rick said solemnly. He walked to the desk and pulled out a narrow stiff leather paddle and a riding crop.

He handed the crop to Sherry and spoke to Debbie.

“You’re in for the whipping of your life. Just lay back and enjoy it.”

Debbie whimpered with real fear. The narrow stiff leather paddle in his hand and the look on his face, plus the fact that she was strapped down and couldn’t move with any real freedom, was frightening to her.

“Don’t whip me with that leather paddle or that crop,” she pleaded. “It’ll hurt too much.”

“Only at first,” he replied, “You’ll soon be begging us to whip you.”

Sherry checked the straps and said, “She’s ready. Let’s give it to her.”

Sherry was left-handed, so they stood on either side of Debbie. She raised the riding crop and whacked it down straight on the young woman’s upthrust butt.

“Oh!” Debbie cried and jerked her rump back.

Sherry gave her another slap with the crop — this time a little harder — and the girl yelped with pain.

“Please, stop,” she cried, “It hurts too much.”

Sherry’s reply was to give her another whack—this time even harder.

“Unh — oh!” Debbie cried again which only seemed to make Sherry more violent. She began raining blows on the young woman’s rump, smacking her squarely on her ass with each blow.

Rick watched for a moment, and then he joined in. He let loose with a volley of blows with the stiff narrow leather paddle. He aimed for one buttock and his aim was true. He began smacking Debbie with smart blows, each one on a different spot of her buttock. Debbie winced and lurched back, but all to no avail. The husband and wife were too accurate in their aim. They covered her buttocks with a neat network of whip marks. Red welts began to appear on her rump. These served only to encourage the couple to greater efforts.

Debbie began to enter a realm she thought couldn’t exist — a more intense pleasure/pain realm that she had never experienced. There was still real pain — sharp piercing cutting pain — but it began to be mingled with intense pleasure. It was as if one could not exist without the other. Each smack of the stiff leather paddle or the riding crop produced a pain so sharp she actually screamed. But then the pain would be punctuated by a glowing feeling so lovely in its intensity that she could only moan with pleasure.

Both Rick and Sherry were experienced sadists. They knew how much one could take and still be engulfed with pleasure/pain. They knew the limits they needed to follow. There was a fine line between the giving of pleasure/pain along with their receiving of pleasure, and the mere giving of pain. They knew they had not yet reached that line. No matter how much Debbie cried or yelped or even screamed, they knew she could take more. And they proceeded to give it to her. Soon enough, Debbie had crossed over into the realm of pleasure/pain she could never have imagined … She had never dreamed that something could feel as good. This is ecstasy — pure and simple, she thought. This is what I want and need. I’ll do anything to achieve this — I’ll give anything—I would even pay money to achieve this.

Rick was the first to grow tired. His arm began to ache, and so he gradually stopped his whipping. Sherry soon followed, and Debbie was left in a glowing state of a realm that never in her wildest dreams she could have imagined. This is all that matters, she thought … staying in this realm … it’s beyond pleasure/pain … it’s ecstasy — pure and simple. And I’ll do anything to maintain it…

They released her from the straps and it took a moment for her to recover enough to be able to even stand. They guided her to the sofa and she stretched out, still glowing warmly from the state of ecstasy she had achieved. But Rick needed some relief. The whipping he had ministered to Debbie had caused his cock to be at its fullest and most rigid, and his balls were filled with thick sperm. He simply had to stuff it in her and shoot his load. He pulled at her till she was halfway off the sofa. Her bare red ass stuck upthrust. He grasped her around her waist and moved his legs between hers, and then he pushed forward, thrusting his prick hard between her butt cheeks. He had decided he wanted a piece of her ass. He squeezed the head of his dick into her asshole, and she winced and drew a little back, but he knew that would change soon enough.

Sherry also needed some relief. She was in the mood to have her pussy licked, so she got on the sofa in front of Debbie and clasped her head and pulled it forward. She sighed with pleasure when she felt Debbie’s tongue slip into her pussy. Rick kept pushing his prick into Debbie’s ass. She was incredibly tight. Her butt felt like a vise on his cock. He ignored her whimpers and her wincing. Nothing could have stopped him from bugger-fucking that tight ass. Sherry mashed her cunt against Debbie’s licking sucking mouth. She cried in passionate lust as an orgasm — so powerful it made her tremble — shot through her body. She went rigid for a moment, and then fell, released from the power of the climax.

Rick pumped his prick in Debbie’s ass — fast and hard, jack hammering it in as she cried out in pleasure/pain. She began rubbing her pussy and her tits as Rick jammed his dick in her cunt. He gave a mighty heave and rammed every inch of his prick up her ass and let her have it. He gave her a half-dozen good spurts of semen deep in her butt. All three just lay there for a while, breathing hard and trying to get their breath back. Then they began stirring and thinking of what they wanted to do for round two …

Debbie breathed out, “Oh god,” in satiated passion.

“God is dead!” Sherry suddenly shouted, “Long live Satan and Lucifer!”

Her outburst surprised Debbie. It almost shocked her with its blasphemous tone and content.

“Satan and Lucifer live!” Sherry again raised her voice.

Debbie was at a loss. She literally didn’t know what to say.

“Sherry and I are Satanists and Luciferians,” Rick explained, “We pay homage to Satan and Lucifer. To us, “God” is dead.”

Debbie was both fascinated and repelled. Although she had lost all belief and faith in organized religion, she still believed in God—although if someone were to ask her of what God consisted, she would have been at a loss to say.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sherry said to Debbie, “I’m not going to preach to you. If you’re interested in it, I can give you some reading material, but I’m not going to try to convert you.”

Sherry and Rick were laconic, laid-back and short-spoken. And they said what was on their minds. Without preamble or excuse,

Sherry said, “I’m tired. I think I’ll call it a night.”

“I’m getting tired myself,” Rick replied.

Debbie took the hint and said, “That makes three of us. I’m going to go to the house. Hit the sack.”

“Let’s get together tomorrow evening,” Sherry said, “We’ll continue our fun and games. Oh, by the way, let me give you some materials.”

She walked to the desk and pulled out two books and handed them to Debbie. One was entitled An Illustrated History of Satanism and one had the title Lucifer – Prince of Light.

“I’ll think you’ll find these very interesting,” she said to Debbie.

The next morning after Debbie had had time to think over what she had experienced over the past two days, she was amazed. It was as if a totally new realm had opened up for her. She felt clear-headed and she had the knowledge of what she wanted to do. She got the book An Illustrated History of Satanism and began reading it. And her eyes were opened still more … Late that evening, Sherry called and told her that Rick and she were ready to have a ritual.

“A ritual?” Debbie asked. “What do you mean?”

“A ceremony,” Sherry replied. “But we’ll need to perform it in the church.”

“Why the church?”

“Because the church needs a new covenant. The old covenant has to be broken, and the new one established and consecrated.”

Debbie was lost—again. It seemed that Sherry lost her a lot.

“Well, I don’t understand,” Debbie said, “but okay, we can go in the church. I have the keys.”

“Good,” Sherry answered. “Let me ask you this: does the church have an altar?”

“Yes, it’s a big altar — long and wide and low.”

“Perfect,” Sherry said. “We’ll be coming over — as soon as it gets dark.” She hung up the phone.

Debbie was mystified. She had heard enough to understand that the Hopps were going to perform some kind of ritual in the church — and knowing them, it would be a Satanic ritual. But as long as they didn’t damage the church or the altar, she didn’t see why they couldn’t do it. She even found herself consumed with curiosity and looking forward to the night. Perhaps she could even take part in the ritual … Sherry and Rick arrived soon after dark. They held various items in their hands: colored candles, thick long ribbons, whips and a strap-on dildo. Debbie looked at the instruments with increasing excitement.

“Do you have the key to the church?” Sherry asked.

“Yes,” Debbie replied, holding it up.

“Then let’s go,” Sherry said.

They made their way next door to the church. Debbie unlocked it and they entered. Sherry lit some of the candles and their muted light dispelled some of the dark.

“As long as we keep the candles away from the windows, it’ll be all right,” Sherry said.

She placed two of the candles on the altar.

“Well, let’s prepare for this,” she said. “I suggest we all get naked to start with. There must not be any clothing on during the ritual. Everything must be free and flowing.”

They stripped, and in the dim light, Debbie saw that Rick already was half-hard. She could see Sherry’s breasts well enough to make out that they were the size and shape of big softballs. The hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed.

“Get up on the altar,” she ordered Debbie, “on your hands and knees.”

Debbie complied, and Sherry and Rick tied her wrists and ankles with the ribbons to the legs of the altar. Although they were ribbons, they were thick and strong, and Debbie found she was strapped securely and couldn’t get free. Not that she wanted to, for she saw the birch rod Rick held and the straight bamboo cane in Sherry’s hand, and she assumed she was in for virtually the same kind of whipping she had received the evening before. She began to really get excited when Sherry began swishing the bamboo cane in her hand.

“You’re going to love this on that big soft ass,” Sherry said. “You will be whipped for the glory of Satan and Lucifer. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Debbie breathed out huskily and raggedly.

There was a moment’s hesitation and then came the first whack. Debbie yelped and drew back. The pain was piercing and shot through every inch of her body.

The second blow came from Rick. He swished the birch rod and let it land squarely and sharply on her buttock. Again, Debbie yelped and tried to draw her body up, but she found it impossible. The ribbons held her too tightly and securely. With Debbie kneeling on the altar, it was just the right height for Rick and Sherry to do their work. They took turns—one coming down with a whack on one buttock and then the other striking the other cheek. With both of them whipping her, it didn’t take Debbie long to enter the pleasure/pain zone. Her whole body tingled and stung; her breasts were hot and swollen; her pussy was on fire. Debbie turned her head and saw Sherry breathing hard while Rick gasped, his cock now rock-hard. She wanted that cock. She wanted that long fat prick deep in her cunt.

She saw Sherry strapping on the dildo, its eight-inch length sticking out in its full thickness and length. Debbie knew she was in for a royal screwing. She waited in growing anticipation. Rick climbed up on the altar underneath Debbie and positioned his dick at the spread pussy. He clutched her hips and pulled down. Debbie gasped with passion as she felt the head of the big prick enter in her cunt. At the same time she felt Sherry’s hands on her rump spreading her ass-cheeks. Sherry clambered upon the altar behind Debbie and grasped her around her waist and moved up close to her butt.

“We’re going to screw you good—all for the glory of Satan and Lucifer,” Sherry breathed out hotly.

Debbie spread her legs as far as she could and thrust her rump up. Sherry thrust forward, driving the rubber dick into her ass. Debbie winced and gasped at the feeling. It was definitely a mixture of pleasure and pain. She tried to spread her cheeks wide and thrust her butt still higher. Rick was now pumping her pussy, screwing her with full strong thrusts. Sherry had now pushed the entire rubber cock in and was now bugger-fucking Debbie. All three got in sync and began screwing hard and deep and in total rhythm. Rick sucked and bit on Debbie’s big tits as Sherry squeezed her ass good and hard. Soon they were all in a state of ecstasy, caught up completely in their fucking.

“All hail Satan!” Sherry called out, “Hail Lucifer! Here is your gift we present you. This delicious young luscious preacher’s wife. She is totally willing to suck, fuck and be whipped — all to your glory. We also present this church to you — Satan and Lucifer. The old covenant is broken, and the new covenant has begun. This is now your church, Satan and Lucifer.”

They screwed her hard and deep and fast, bit her tits and squeezed and pinched her ass as they consummated the ritual.

“Satan is fucking you!” Sherry cried. “Lucifer is screwing you!”

In spite of her trepidation, Debbie was caught up in the passion of the moment.

“Fuck me, Satan! Screw me. Lucifer!” she called out in lust.

Debbie reared up, her body straining. She had reached a peak. Her entire body jerked and was rigid as an orgasm swept through her cunt to spread over every inch of her body. She then lowered herself down as the climax dissipated somewhat. Sherry screwed till she was tired out. She gradually stopped. Rick shot his load deep in Debbie’s pussy, emptying his balls. Then they all just lay there on the altar, trying to catch their breath.

“It is finished,” Sherry finally said.

They unbound Debbie and she gingerly got off the altar. Her tits and ass were still flaming and stinging. They all dressed, gathered up all their materials and followed Sherry out of the church.

When they reached Debbie’s house, Sherry said, “We’ll be getting together real soon. If this keeps up, we’ll soon have enough for a coven.”

“Isn’t a coven thirteen?” Debbie asked.

“Actually it can be any number,” Sherry replied, “but the consensus number seems to be thirteen.”

Debbie said goodbye to them and entered her bedroom and lay on the bed. She thought over all that had occurred in the past few days. She knew she had made the right decision. She felt no guilt or shame. Everything felt right and good. She picked up the book Lucifer – Prince of Light and began reading it.

The next morning Debbie awoke feeling good. Other than being sore in her breasts and ass, she felt in good health and spirits. She received a phone call from her husband that afternoon informing her that he would be gone three more days at the religious retreat.

“No problem, dear,” she said, “I’ll see you when you come home.”

He wondered at her cheerful tone and upbeat voice. He felt she should be sad, but on the contrary she sounded actually glad when he had told her he would be gone three more days. Hubby’s going to find out how things have changed in three more days, Debbie thought to herself. He’s going to be very surprised, she hummed to herself.

THE END