Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Woman!" Stokes yelled. "Prepare for thy first libation. Remember, thou must swallow all. There shall be no tell-tale drops of white. Suffer not to permit a single drop to escape."

Her hands reached out and gripped his asscheeks, pulling him close to her as she began bobbing her head back and forth vigorously, anxious to feel the cleansing drops of her husband's semen pulse down her throat. And then she heard him call out, "Lord! The woman repents. Save herrrrrrrr… aaaaaaaagggggghh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… "

His thick hunk of black hose began spurting its white, burning liquid semen as it jammed itself as far into "her throat as it could go. It swelled, pulsated, throbbed, and fired load after load all the way down her gullet straight into her quivering belly. He jammed his meat so far down her throat, she found breathing totally impossible and was ready to pass out. And then the mighty spear retreated from inside her throat.

Falling back, she gasped and wheezed, trying to breathe. When she saw a drop of white form on the shrinking head of her husband's dark prong, she instantly leaned forward and licked it off.

Her asscheeks trembled as the hand clutching her pink pussylips released them and pulled away. Lubrication began pouring out from between her thighs in heavy gouts. She clawed at the air, seeking some kind of fulfillment, forgetting for a moment she was there to be cleansed.

And then the silken quirt like whip teased her creamy buttocks, reminding her, her own satisfaction was not to be attained. To do so would mean she had capitulated to the Devil.

"More!" she begged. "Hit me again, hit me harder. I am evil. I need to be cleansed." In her mind she had been beaten.

Her buttocks were still up in the air, and Stokes motioned to one of the "brothers" to proceed. The black man moved around to her rear and guided his dry cock to the squeezing, puckered orifice of her rectum. The solid, rounded knob seemed to strain itself against the squeezing sphincter of Abigail's ass. This was also a thick cock, though not nearly as thick as that of Ezekiel Stokes. Now it was her ass about to be plundered. The hard cock slowly pushed, forcing the sphinctral ring to finally open. Then, little by little it wedged its way into her anal passageway. Her ass seemed to protest the prodding intrusion, and Abigail felt the walls of her hot rectum stretch the way her fiery cunt had each time Stokes stroked his masterful prong into it.

The man ramming his hard prick into her rectum seemed to be enjoying himself. The more his prong pushed, the more her ass-channel resisted. The woman squirmed in delighted agony, thrilling to the plundering penis as it thrust its way deeper. Her inner membranes were dry, and the pressure of the in thrusting penis tore her tissues, slightly. Blood seeped into her ass-channel, lubricating it, making it slightly easier for the ebony plunger to sink farther in.

"Now sit up," Stokes commanded, once he was sure the other Black's throbbing penis was buried to the hilt in his wife's ass. "Press Daryl's cock between your white tits."

"Yes, yes," the woman nodded, slowly sitting back in spite of the cock filling her ass. She felt the longest penis of the group press itself against her chest. It was also the thickest, making that of Ezekiel Stokes look like a matchstick. It looked as if it had been made to be used on elephants.

Her hands pressed her full white globes with the pink centers against the pulsating penis. The contrast between her white breasts and the black prong locked between them was starkly evident. And the hard thrusting of its black head against her chest was painful, though not nearly as painful as the lancing black prick continually throbbing back and forth in her aching ass. Her anal walls continually contracted against the in pushing cock, keeping the rasping pressure rubbing its way through her ass again and again. Her wet pelvis shuddered back and forth as her husband reached down and began pinching her clitoris. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, applying so much pressure she was certain he would pinch it off. He did this every week, and every week the pull was so intense she was sure he would castrate her clitoris from the rest of her body. If such a thing happened, it would be because God thought her unworthy of retaining that ultra-sensitive portion of her body. She didn't deserve even this goodness from her new husband. But it never happened, and never would.

The plunging penis between her breasts kept slamming into her ribcage, and she was certain he would one day stab right through to her heart. Had Ira Frank, her first husband tried something like this, she was certain it would have been for lewd, unspeakable reasons. There was no goodness in that man. But Ezekiel and his deacons were all doing their best to see to it she ended up in Heaven. Each week they purified her. It was a Sunday ritual, and it made her soul free to be purged this way.

"I'm gonna… uhhhh… come," Daryl gasped. "Oh Lord! I'm gonna shoot a cockful of hot gism."

"Into her face," Ezekiel Stokes intoned. "Every last drop of your fluid must go into my wife's face. And Abigail, you are to refrain from licking at it with your tongue. You must use your hands to wash the liquid all over your face and throat."

"Yes dear," Abigail intoned. "Yes, of course. I'll do whatever is right."

"You're a good woman, Abigail," Ezekiel told her. 'The Lord looks down on you with delight, knowing you suffer abasement for the sake of goodness."

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah man!" Daryl bellowed, and suddenly screamed, "Eyahhhhhooooooooo!" and began blasting his wad up into Abigail's face. Shot after shot of white spunk hit her cheeks, her eyebrows, her nose and her lips. But not one drop penetrated those lips. With her hands she rubbed the sperm into her face and throat, smearing it into her pores. And when Daryl's meat finished shooting, he pressed the tip against her cheek, smearing off the last couple of drops.

Still rubbing the spunk into her face, Abigail fell forward, letting the heavy cock in her ass penetrate even more deeply. Her buttocks rotated madly, as Abigail began to feel her nerve-endings within being titillated. And then the man called out a "Here I go, brothers… " and yelped a "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhh mannnnnn!"

Suddenly his burning hot sperm was flushing its way through her anal corridor up into her colon. The hot seed washed through her body splashing itself all over her inner walls.

"Present your asses to my wife, brothers," Stokes insisted.

The three men kneeled in front of Abigail, facing away from her, letting their buttocks wave in the air.

"Lick them all," Stokes insisted. "This is to be the final tribulation before Brother Gregory plunges his righteous staff into your venerial den of iniquity."

And so Abigail went over to each of the black asses in turn and proceeded to let her tongue lick up and down through the rectal creases. And when she was finished, she fell supine on the floor, parting her white thighs, waiting for the initial thrust of the final man.

Susan could watch no more, she tore herself away from the window and began running up the pathway to the street. Once there, she kept on running until she was in the middle of town. There, she grabbed a bus heading toward her home.

How horrible. How absolutely horrible. To think, her mother, who used to preach against sex, was now punishing herself by gourmandizing her tender flesh with the bodies of so many men at once in the name of purification. In Susan's eyes her mother was committing greater evil now than she had claimed Susan's father had committed when he insisted on fucking her for enjoyment.

At least Ira Frank received pleasure from what he did. Susan realized it might not have been the righteous thing to do, but it was less evil than doing the same thing for punishment.