0 comments/ 16167 views/ 9 favorites Witness To The Rapture By: riverboy This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of this story to real people or places is purely coincidental. ***** In the shade of a tall black cherry tree, a warm spring breeze lifted the scent of tulip, daffodil and hyacinth in the air. Wooden chairs, carried out the side door of Witness To The Rapture Church, were placed carefully in a circle. The close proximity to the weathered white clapboards on the building lit the shady spot with a slightly unearthly glow. "What a lovely day our Lord has given us for our meeting today," Reverend Roberts said. "I wish what I had to tell you all was just as lovely, but unfortunately, as you all know, the church has fallen on hard times. Very hard times indeed." The gathered flock, a mix of officers of the church and fund raising volunteers, nodded, with looks of concern on their faces. Mostly women, they were dressed in spring whites and yellows, with a smattering of pastel pink and blue. "I had hoped I would never have to say these words, but I'm afraid, without some sort of divine intervention, we'll have to sell off all our assets, including the building, in a month or two. To put it bluntly, we've gone broke. The bank has been very kind, but we've reached the end of their very long, generous rope." A collective murmur went through the small gathering. A few of the women wiped tears from their eyes. "I think I'm correct in saying we've tried everyone's ideas for fundraising and congregation building," Reverend Roberts said, "but if someone has an idea that hasn't been floated, a hail Mary pass to the end zone as it were, please, don't be afraid to bring it up." "We could sell our bodies," a soft voice said. There was at least one gasp, and some small, quiet chuckles. "There's money in that," the soft voice said. It was Elizabeth Woolzie who had spoken up, known as Lizzie to her friends. A young widow with no children, she was known as a bit of a 'free thinker' among the congregation. There were a few times in the past when folks wondered if she was on drugs, so odd were some of her ideas. "They might pay for you sweetheart, but they ain't payin' for me," Bertha Wingford said. A louder chuckle went through the gathering. Bertha smiled as she shifted her big body on the small chair. "I believe I'll leave that suggestion untouched Lizzie, but thank you for speaking up," Reverend Roberts said. "Maybe it'll help stimulate some other creative ideas." "How about a calendar, like those women did in that movie? That was a church thing I think, wasn't it?" Lottie Hayford said. Lottie was also a widow, though quite a bit older than Lizzie. She was what one of the men in the congregation once called 'well preserved,' with a body that looked much younger than her years. "No, not a church I don't think, but it's a good idea," Lizzie said. "There's certainly enough good-looking women around here, and a lot of them are single. But I think something like that would take time, and we don't really have any." "Since we're talking about selling ourselves in some way, which is really our best asset, how about some kind of auction, like those bachelor auctions," Rhonda Woodsmith said. Rhonda was the newest face in the congregation, a recently divorced woman who had just taken a job that brought her to the area. "How about an escort service," Lizzie said. "Lizzie, I don't think..." the Reverend started to say. "There're lots of folks in this community that would enjoy a date now and then," Lizzie said. "Dinner, dancing, a movie. Heck, I'm one of 'em. Maybe just a walk in the park. Or an evening in front of the TV with a bottle of wine. If the buyers know that it's for a good cause, saving this beautiful church, I bet we could raise some serious money. And it wouldn't just be a one time thing like a calendar or an auction. It would be a really nice ongoing service we could provide." The group was mostly silent, thinking, nodding, looking like they were in agreement. Reverend Roberts wanted to say that he hoped the idea had nothing to do with Lizzie's previous thought about selling their bodies, but he stayed silent to let the idea percolate. "I like it," Rhonda said. "We can keep the church alive, and, if it's not too personal saying so, I haven't had a date since I moved here. Having someone take me dancing sounds heavenly." "I wouldn't mind a bottle of wine in front of the TV with a man," Lottie said. "If he was helping to pay the mortgage on my church, all the better." "Well I must admit," Reverend Roberts said, "it's the only idea we've had lately that sounds like it might actually work. If we can keep it on the up and up, something a church can be proud of, I say lets give it a try. Lizzie, would you like to chair the committee?" Lizzie was thrilled. Her somewhat wacky ideas had kept her on the fringes of church groups in the past. Being put in charge of the committee that would either save the church or watch it disappear was a big responsibility, but she was determined to get the cash flowing. The meeting ended with a prayer, and by afternoon Lizzie and Rhonda and Bill Anderson had worked out the details of advertising the new endeavor. Bill, a strapping young man fresh out of college with a fledgling carpentry business, grew up in the church. The ladies of the congregation hadn't thought much about him until he returned home from school, his handsome body filled out and his eyes twinkling with new knowledge about girls that he had learned during his four years away. He was the only one of the men at the morning meeting to volunteer, not only for the committee, but to be an escort himself. Lizzie, Rhonda and Lottie were also on the list to be escorts. An ad for the new service went in the local newspaper. It explained the whole church angle, that it was for a good cause. Lizzie was worried that it would all sound too conservative and, frankly, boring, so she got Rhonda, Lottie and Bill together at her house one day to shoot a picture for the ad. A glass of wine as she fiddled with the camera turned into two glasses, and then three. By the time they were done the loose, relaxed faces and sexy smiles in the picture were just what Lizzie had hoped for. Lizzie had put her personal phone number in the ad, something Reverend Roberts wasn't happy about. He thought all calls for the service should go through the church, but Lizzie wanted more control, already scheming in her head for more of a 'sliding scale' of services to be offered, if all went well. She knew the reverend would be happy once the money started rolling in, and she was confident it would. ——————— "Hi, is this the Rapture Church?" "Oh, yes," Lizzy said, surprised by the first call on her cellphone in response to the ad. "I'm wondering, uh, how much does it cost, uh, like to have dinner with me." "The base price is fifty dollars for two hours of pleasant conversation at a public place of your choosing," Lizzie said. "You of course pay for the dinner and any other expenses." "Oh, sure, yeah," the man said. "So, no private dinners? I'm a pretty good cook is the reason I ask." "Yes, well we swing up in price when we get to the private situations. You can understand I'm sure—the added risk and insurance expenses and what-not," Lizzie said, surprising herself with her line of bull. "A hundred dollars minimum. The maximum is up to your generosity. Our church is dire need of funds." "Is the, ah, short-haired woman, in the ad, is she available, or is she just a model?" the man asked. "All four of us in the ad are available sir. My name's Lizzie, I'm the one on the left. The woman you're asking about is Lottie. She'd be more than happy to have dinner with you." "Lottie. Wow. This is intriguing, to say the least," he said. "Yes, I'd like to have, I mean I'd like to invite her to dinner." "Very good sir," Lizzie said. "Keep in mind this is for a very good cause. Your generosity will be much appreciated." Lizzie took down the details and called Lottie. "I'm sort of playing this by ear until we see what happens," she told Lottie. " I told him it's a hundred dollar minimum for two hours, but I encouraged him to up the ante, for the good of the church." "Ooh, a hundred! That's more than we talked about, isn't it?" Lottie said. "Yes, but you'll be visiting his home. I told him fifty for two hours in a restaurant, but he wants to cook you dinner," Lizzie said. "I'm gonna leave it up to you how you handle it, okay? I encouraged him to pay up if he's happy, so I think there'll be more money in the balance if you leave him smiling. That's what I'm hoping for—less structured pricing and more generosity for what they're receiving. And helping the church of course." "Yes, well, I don't know about you, but I'm determined to make this work," Lottie said. "Witness To The Rapture will not die on my watch, so I'm gonna do everything I can to empty some wallets." "That's the spirit," Lizzie said. "I'm right there with ya girlfriend." ——————— "That was a lovely meal Frank, you're quite the cook," Lottie said with a smile as she leaned back from the table. "Thank you Lottie. I can't tell you how nice it is to have a woman with such a beautiful smile at my table. I probably shouldn't say this, but I've got sort of a thing for mouths, and the way yours curls up in that picture in your ad, it just sorta knocked my socks off." "Oh, a mouth man!" Lottie said with an even bigger smile. "Guess I wore my sexy dress for nothing." "No, far from nothing! You're stunning Lottie." "You know, my late husband was a mouth man," Lottie said. "If you'd be willing to double my fee, we could finish the dinner the way he and I sometimes did. He fed me his warm, creamy dessert, hot out of his oven." Lottie's eyes were big and she bit her bottom lip, surprised at where the evening, and the wine, had taken her. Frank stood up, a huge bulge noticeable in his dress pants as he put five crisp one-hundred dollar bills down on the table. "Oh My!" Lottie said when she saw the money. "I guess dessert will just get us started." As she stood she unwrapped the waist sash that held her dress together, letting the chiffon fabric float down her arms into a soft pile on her chair. Her lovely body was adorned in flesh colored lace, a matched bra and panty set that caressed and accented her curves. Her soft, natural bosom jiggled as she took a step and dropped to her knees. Frank was on cloud nine. Just to have such a beautiful woman in his dining room was astonishing enough, but looking down at her as she took out his cock, tickled the tip with her tongue and drew him into her sweet, warm mouth was more than he'd dreamed. Candles flickered on the table, adding movement to the dim light of the dining room. The scent of the chocolate mousse he'd made still lingered in the air, mixed with the musk wafting off his hard cock as Lottie's head moved sensuously on it. It had been years since he'd been with a woman, and his overloaded senses quickly spun out of control. The warm cream gushed out of Frank's hot oven, just as Lottie requested. "Mmm!" Lottie moaned as he gushed, taking every ounce of his fluid down her throat. "My goodness," she said with a smile, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "You had a lot in you, didn't you?" "It's been so long," Frank could barely say. Lottie stood and dropped her panties. She stepped out with one foot, leaving them around her other ankle, and bent over the table. She arched her back and winked at Frank. Almost unable to believe what he was seeing, he dropped his pants around his ankles and was quickly behind Lottie, on his knees, inhaling the rich scent of her femininity. He softly kissed the moist pinkness of her pussy, his tongue reaching out to taste her heavenly nectar. A deep moan groaned from his throat as his senses overloaded again. Lottie's wetness coated his mouth, inside and outside, as he lapped up her juices. Lottie whimpered at first, holding back her true feelings, but soon she let them out, writhing on the table and moaning deeply, to the verge of animalistic groans. The pure, unbridled sexuality emanating from Lottie gave Frank's middle-aged cock a second life, and soon he was standing, pressing his hard length into Lottie's heavenly gate. The soft, velvety heat overwhelmed him, his own voice now matching Lottie's animalistic outbursts. The dining room walls reverberated the rising cries as Frank fucked Lottie in a way he had never done before—free of thought, free of reason, just pure sex for the pure pleasure of it. Lottie's grunts were obscene and wonderful, and Frank built on them, his body doing things he had only seen others do on his bedroom computer, slapping Lottie's sexy ass with his hand as his red hot cock drilled into her with the speed of a teenager. A climax built from pure heat, Lottie cumming hard, her first real orgasm in years triggering Frank, who, not knowing quite what to do, pulled out. He pressed his squirting, spasming cock down with the palm of his hand against the top of Lottie's ass and thrust slowly as the big orgasm swirled through every fiber of his being and drained him. ——————— Lottie stopped by Lizzie's house the next morning. With a wonderful little smile on her face she put the five crisp hundred-dollar bills on Lizzie's table. "Five hundred?" Lizzie said, her eyes big and questioning. "Lets just say it was a pleasant evening," Lottie said, her lovely mouth curling into that sexy smile Frank liked so much. "Yes, lets," Lizzie said with a knowing smile. "Three more people called, all for Friday night. One asked for you, one's for Bill, and I'm taking the other one. Yours and Bill's are restaurant dinners—fifty dollars, but I'm hoping you can stretch them into more—and mine's a high school reunion at a bar. He wants me to pretend I'm his girlfriend," Lizzie laughed. "I told him two hundred minimum for that kind of acting, and he didn't flinch." "Nice!" Lottie said. "So at least eight hundred dollars for the reverend on Sunday, and we're just getting started." ——————— Over the next few days, as she waited for her Friday night date, Lottie thought about what had happened with Frank. She had cut loose and gotten nasty in a way she hadn't really expected. Was it Frank, with those dark, seductive eyes that reminded her of Cary Grant? Or was it some sort of inner slut within herself that she didn't even know existed. It certainly paid off, in terms of fundraising for the church, but it was far from church-like behavior. Church-like or not, it was an extraordinary experience for her—liberating and oh so satisfying. To be given an expertly cooked meal, delicious wine, a sinful homemade chocolate mousse, one of the best orgasms of her life and five-hundred dollars, it was unlike anything she had ever even dreamed off. A middle-aged woman who dressed conservatively, drove a faded Toyota Camry and volunteered at the church was not who you would expect to live that kind of wild life. What would happen if the congregation found out how she earned such a large sum? What did Lizzie think when she handed her the money? She almost certainly knew how a girl would earn that kind of cash in that situation. Lottie pondered those thoughts as she went about her conservative life, walking the grocery store aisles in her frumpy, middle-aged church-lady clothes. By the time Friday night rolled around she had decided she kind of enjoyed the company of her inner slut. Over the course of a few days the alter ego had made herself very known to Lottie, looking over her shoulder as she masturbated, helping to bring her to the best self-inflicted orgasm she'd had in a while. It was still a long way from Frank's real cock, but it was pretty darn good. Her slutty side came out again when she shopped for her outfit for the nights dinner date. The lowest cut dress she'd worn since she was married hugged her lovely curves as she walked into the restaurant, covering some new, very sheer lingerie. "Are you Robert?" she said, extending her hand with a confident smile. "Hi, I'm Lottie." ——————— Bill got ready for his Friday date nervously, not knowing what to expect. Lizzie had given him a pep-talk on the phone, something about fifty dollars being only the starting point, that there would hopefully be more if the customer was happy. A tip would be nice, he thought, but he was never all that comfortable around women, so he didn't expect it. Lizzie suggested a sport coat with an open collared shirt. "Let her see a little of your chest, but not too much," Lizzie had said. As he got dressed his nerves got the better of him, so he sat down and had a beer to relax. The woman he was meeting was older than he was, Lizzie thought, but she didn't know how much. He had a thing for older women, so he was hopeful that would help him make a good impression. Bill drove his Ford pickup truck, with his ladders strapped to the overhead rack, across town to a restaurant he hadn't heard of before. As he was walking in a woman's voice stopped him. She was twice his age, about fifty, dressed in a casual but very sexy summer dress with a shawl like scarf around her shoulders. Her red hair caught the sunset light, and her green eyes twinkled. "Are you Bill?" she asked. "Yes. Julie?" Bill asked. "My goodness, your picture didn't do you justice," she said. "You may have to fight me off with a stick young man." Julie took Bill's arm and they walked into the restaurant, her subtle but exotic perfume already working on Bill's sense of right and wrong. ——————— Lizzie wore her sexiest little black dress, wanting to play up the part of 'impressive girlfriend' for her date's high school reunion. She had agreed to meet him ahead of time at a coffee shop to go over some details of his life, so she could pull off the illusion of being his girlfriend. He was a young businessman named Ray, a nerdy but not bad looking guy who was some kind of a computer or internet wiz. Lizzie knew nothing of such endeavors and tried to concentrate on what she was supposed to learn, but she was distracted by his nice smile and beautiful teeth. She was also distracted by the nagging feeling that she needed, or at least wanted, to match Lottie's five-hundred dollar take from her first date, or even better it. She knew what she'd have to do to make that kind of money, and the thought excited her to the point of a rush of trembling tingles throughout her body. Lizzie was only twenty eight, but already a widow. Her beloved husband died in an industrial accident at the quarry where he worked, leaving Lizzie alone almost two years ago. She'd had exactly two dates in that time, neither of which ending with even a kiss. She wasn't ready for anything physical on those evenings, but after Lottie laid down those five hundred-dollar bills with that telling smile on her face the other day, a feeling of desperate need had been following Lizzie around all week. If she could satisfy that need, that hunger, and help the church's bank balance at the same time, it seemed like a win-win situation. "You know," Lizzie said to Ray, "I can always tell couples that haven't been intimate. All these details about your life, I think they're less important than that." Ray sat in the cafe booth and looked at Lizzie. He was pretty sure he knew what she was getting at, but didn't know quite what to say. "We've got a half-an-hour before the thing starts, right?" Lizzie asked, her eyes twinkling. "You're gonna have to contribute more to the church though, is that okay?" They drove to a nearby park in Ray's Audi A7. The computer business must be good, Lizzie thought, when she sunk her sexy ass into the soft leather seat. The car was smooth, powerful and nearly silent, whisking them at much too high a speed to a quiet corner of the empty park. Witness To The Rapture The windows quickly steamed up on that cool spring evening as Lizzie let out the whore her husband used to love, engulfing Ray's short, fat cock in her hungry mouth. The back seat of the Audi was a bit cramped for sex but it was plush, the smell of the soft leather adding to Ray's manly scent. After a nice blow-job, Lizzie pushed Ray down and mounted him, pulling her minuscule thong aside for his entry. Riding a nicely dressed man in a luxury car, still wearing her sexy little dress, was like something out of pure fantasy, and Lizzie reveled in it. Her first physical touch in nearly two years was making her fly, the hard cock inside her feeling familiar, but oh so much better than her feeble memory thought it would. She unzipped her dress and let it slip off her shoulders, letting it gather around her waist. Ray was thrilled to see bare tits, the little dress having its own built-in push-up bra. "Fuck!" Ray said as Lizzie rode him and his hands found her soft tits. "Fuck yeah!" Lizzie shot back. Her hips fucked Ray like nothing he had ever felt, his cock finally spasming and pumping Lizzie full. Lizzie, feeling the throbbing, pumping cock, knew it was now or never, so she ground hard on Ray, letting herself go completely. The orgasm she was praying for washed over her like the rapture itself, sweeping her off the ground to a floating, moaning heaven. "Now I can act like your girlfriend," Lizzie said when it was over, lifting her pussy off Ray's shrinking cock. A stream of semen oozed out of her, making a mess of Ray. They wiped it up with some tissues from the center console, and straightened their clothes before zooming off to the reunion. ——————— Lottie and Robert's dinner at the restaurant was delightful. Delicious Northern Italian food, good wine, and easy conversation made the date go very quickly. "I hate to look at my watch," Robert said. "This is an evening I don't want to end." "The initial fee is just a starting point," Lottie whispered. "The church is in dire need of funds." "I'm not a religious man, but I may be by the end of the night. Can I interest you in a nightcap at my place?" Robert said, and Lottie smiled her biggest, most beautiful smile. Robert's condo suited him well. A loft type space in a converted industrial building, it was nicely decorated with modern paintings and masculine leather furniture. A handsome forty-year-old of greek decent, he regaled Lottie with stories about a recent trip to Greece as they sipped Ouzo from tiny crystal glasses. The strong liqueur shot right to Lottie's head, and soon she was dancing to the soft music coming from the huge speakers in the living area. Her body felt like it was floating. Robert leaned against the kitchen island, watching her smoothly swiveling hips with fascination. Lottie's inner slut took control of her hands as she danced, rubbing the soft fabric of her dress up and down the sides of her hips, drawing the hemline up tantalizingly close to the wet spot on her new, devilishly sheer panties. Moving on to new territory, her slut's hands slid slowly up her sides to the underside of her tits, squeezing enough for the soft orbs to ooze out the top of the low-cut dress even more than they had. The incredibly sensuous feeling of dancing sexily for a man she didn't know very well, in a place she'd never been before swept her over the edge. Her slut's hands reached behind her, opened the dress's fastenings and lowered it down her long legs. As she stepped out of it she regained a bit of control and almost started to put it back on when she felt Robert's warm hands on her waist. He kissed the back of her neck and she melted into him, the feel of his fully clothed body against her nearly naked skin enough to give full control back to the slut, who remained in the drivers seat the rest of the night. "Oh My!" Lottie said when she saw Robert's long, uncircumcised cock. It was by far the biggest she had seen in person, so much so she was worried about it fitting. Taking it in her mouth was a huge thrill though, the way it stretched her lips making her feel wonderfully decadent. It wasn't long before the smell, the heat, and the taste of it had driven her desire to the boiling point, and she pushed Robert down on the thick shaggy rug. If the big cock was going to rip her apart she wanted to have control, so she mounted the massive saliva covered shaft and let herself sink down on it, an inch at a time. "God you're fuckin' huge," she said, barely above a whisper. As she sunk slowly down on it, her inner slut rose up. Unspeakable things were suddenly coming from her lips, along with guttural, devilish groans. "Fuckin' big cock! Oh my God! Fuck me with that big fuckin' cock!" she mumbled. Robert didn't have to fuck her, at least not yet, because she was doing a plenty good job of fucking him. First with her hips, slowly taking him balls deep and then lifting all the way to the tip, over and over, the long piston reaching places she didn't know existed. Then she sat up, replanting her feet astride his waist, her whole body rising and falling on the huge shiny shaft, her beautiful big tits bouncing from the solid bottoming out that sent unbelievable shudders through her body and through her brain. This was fucking like she had never experienced before. Lottie came hard, with a deep, bone melting heat that left her limp. Even though she didn't want it out of her, she slipped off the big shaft and slurped it into her hungry mouth, its rock hard massiveness astonishing her yet again. "You gonna fuck me now baby?" she said seductively as she slurped. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before?" She was breathless and panting, hungrily feasting on the slippery hunk of hard meat, saying things she'd never said to a man before. The lust in her eyes was too much for Robert. He grabbed her and flung her down on her stomach, her arms outstretched above her head, hands clutching at the thick, shaggy rug. He buried his face between her ass cheeks, pulling them apart with his thumbs to gain access to her sweetest part and her nastiest part. Lottie arched her back to help him, her ass humped up in the most irresistible of positions. Robert ate her like a starving man, his mouth ravishing her wet pussy and her darkly puckered asshole, the first man ever to do so. "Oh my fuckin' God!" Lottie shrieked. Robert was relentless, driving Lottie to a sky high place as a new kind of orgasm swept over her, the sexuality she thought she knew exploding in a way she'd never felt before. He gently licked her as she came partway down, and then repositioned himself over her ass and slid his long cock into her steaming hot pussy. Lottie didn't even know a position like that was possible, but thoughts of the mechanics of it were instantly washed away by the sheer pleasure. Robert's huge tool was touching her in an entirely new way, rubbing on something spectacular, and a long, multi-part orgasm was triggered. As Robert fucked, she came. Her eyes rolled, her body lost all control and she just lay there, sprawled on the rug like a corpse as her insides melted down. Robert couldn't take the pressure of her contracting pussy in that position for very long, but it was long enough for Lottie to cum continuously for what seemed like an eternity before Robert finally lost it in a seed spewing explosion that took his breath away. ——————— Julie was a pisser. That's what Bill's farmer grandmother would call her. A person who spoke her mind, with a feisty but playful way about her. A pisser. Throughout their dinner Julie made comments that surprised him—sexual innuendo and just plain sexual. Was she hoping the date would lead to a real relationship? Or did she think the date was going to be more than Bill had planned on? Or maybe she was just a pisser, and he should just relax. Bill had to admit, Julie was a looker. Despite being twice his age she was sexy as hell. Sitting the way they were at the round table, he had many good looks down the front of her summer dress. He was sure she was helping him in that regard, leaning just so and looking away so he could gaze in on her nice firm tits, her dress supportive enough that a bra wasn't necessary on that spring night. Her curly red hair and bright green eyes didn't hurt in the looks department either. "So what's a beautiful woman like you doing out with a guy like me," Bill asked when his curiosity got the best of him. "I was with a couple of my girlfriends when we saw your ad. Lets just say you caught our eye, and after this wonderful dinner I'm sure you'll be getting a call from both of them. Speaking of that, the girl at your service, she said fifty for this, but she sounded a little vague about the rest." "The rest? Oh, I think she just meant, like if you have a really good time, some folks might want to pay more for, because it's like, for the church and all." Julie laughed. It was a beautiful laugh that Bill had quickly decided he loved, way back at the beginning of the night. "So there's not like a list of services?" she said, nibbling at the side of one of her fingernails. "That's too bad, but I guess, being a church and all, that wouldn't be kosher." Bill looked at her with a slightly surprised look, like he was starting to understand what she was hoping for. "How about we make up our own rules," Julie said. "Your girl mentioned generosity. That goes both ways." She took six fifty-dollar bills out of her purse, folded them and put them in Bill's hand. "Follow me home?" Bill would have had a hard time saying no, for many reasons. The church needed the money, yes, but even more pressing was the horniness that welled up inside him, fueled by the wine. And then there was Julie's perfume, and the soft kiss that she gave him, a kiss that he thought was destined for his cheek but instead went to the side of his neck, opening her dress up to his downward gaze as it happened. "If you tie me up I'll give you more," she breathed in his ear before she pulled away. Julie's car careened down the road at a crazy high speed, leaving Bill in chase mode, worried about a reckless driving arrest. Her small Cape Cod style house smelled of potpourri as they walked in, and Julie wasted no time leading Bill up the narrow center staircase to her bedroom. She pulled a drawer out of her bedside table and dumped the contents on the bed. Among the devices was a big black dildo, a purple vibrator, a stick with a round rubber ball on one end and tickle feathers on the other, and four fur-lined handcuffs. Before Bill could even process what it all was Julie was naked. She crawled on the bed amongst the deviant toys and spread herself out on her back. "Tie me up baby," she purred. "It's been a long time since I've had a handsome man up here." "I've never...done that," Bill said nervously. "All the more reason to try it, right?" Julie smiled. Her fifty-year-old body looked magnificent to Bill. A smoothly shaved pussy was new to him, but he didn't want to stare so his eyes danced from the firm, natural tits capped by long hard nipples to her bright green eyes that looked lustier than the other girls he'd known. "Tie me up baby, and then strip for me," she said. Bill figured out the handcuffs, clipping them first around Julie's ankles and then to the brass bed frame. He felt strange doing it, like he was doing something he shouldn't do. He looked at Julie after he clicked the second one shut, her legs spread wide, her bare pussy open to him, and a rush of adrenaline hit him like a shot of boiling hot whiskey. "Fuck yeah!" Julie said, looking at the ceiling as she tugged gently at the restraints. "Stretch me tight baby," she said, reaching her arms out towards the far corners of the headboard. Bill felt awful and ecstatic at the same time as he clicked the cuffs shut. Julie's body writhed, pulling hard at the restraints as she moaned. "Strip for me baby," she said, in a different, somehow wilder voice. "Stand up on the bed and strip for me." Bill followed her command and stood up on the bed, even though he felt odd doing it. He stripped off his jacket, shirt and pants, leaving the dark-red silk boxers he wore on special occasions. They did nothing to hide his hard-on, which Julie could see up the leg of the little shorts. "Oh fuck yeah! Take 'em off baby!" she said, her body writhing gently against the cuffs. Bill was embarrassed when he took off the boxers, but there was no need for it. He looked like a young God to Julia, the first man his age she'd had in her bedroom since she was a young woman. Construction work kept him fit and muscular, and his hard cock was just about perfect even if it wasn't porn star big. "Put it in my mouth baby! Oh God, put it in my mouth!" she said, her voice breaking down into a desperate whimper. Bill kneeled over her, his knees right against the moist heat of her armpits. He put his hands on the headboard and leaned his torso forward, his cock finding Julie's desperate mouth like a heat seeking missile. The moan that came out of her reverberated through the entire bed, her body breaking out in goosebumps as the beautiful cock filled her mouth. Bill's fairly run-of-the-mill sexual experience at college hadn't prepared him for anything this carnal and exciting. It didn't take him long to realize he could tease the sexy woman beneath him, heightening the experience for both of them. He pulled out and dangled his cock over her face, just out of reach of her lips. "I can smell it baby!" she whispered. "Fuck it smells good. Turn around and put it back in my mouth." Bill did, looking at her writhing hips and glistening pussy lips as he dipped it deep into her mouth. Her head moved up and down, taking him deep enough to gag her. Bill couldn't resist her beckoning pussy and sixty-nined the sex-starved woman. She screamed a muffled scream from her cock filled mouth when Bill's mouth latched onto her smooth pussy. The scream morphed into a deep groan that vibrated the bed again, and this time it was Bill who broke out in goosebumps, pure carnal bliss overtaking him as he thrust his tongue deep into Julie while she devoured his throbbing cock. The toys next to him caught his attention when he came up for air. Before he even could think much about it he had the big black rubber cock in his hand, rubbing the tip through Julia's pussy lips. She moaned when she felt it, and as he pressed it into her her head moved with increased vigor on his cock. The tip of the black monster disappeared into her, but Bill couldn't believe the rest of it would go very far. Her hips thrust against it, drawing it in a little at a time with very little effort from Bill. It seemed to want to be in her, and her movements and noises told him she wanted it in as well. Deeper and deeper it went, until a good eight inches of the fat monster was buried inside her. Bill started to fuck her with it, and soon she was screaming those muffled screams again, her head moving wildly on the flesh and blood cock stuffed into her mouth. It was too much for both of them, Julie cumming with wild ferocity, her limbs snapping at the tight restraints as she writhed uncontrollably, and Bill pumping what seemed like gallons of cum into his slave's mouth as he groaned. Julie swallowed what she could but was on the verge of choking, so she let the rest overflow her mouth, the warm, sticky mess running down the sides of her face onto her neck and the bedspread. In the heat of the moment Bill didn't even realize Julie couldn't extricate herself from his cock until he did it for her, but she loved the feeling of being trapped by a hard cock, with semen making a mess of her and her bed. Bill rolled off and looked at his slave. The massive black dildo was still deep inside her, her hips still writhing as her pussy contracted on it. Her chest was heaving, those lovely tits stretching and relaxing with every deep exhale. Julia's eyes were wild and her mouth, gasping for air but curled up into a smile, was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He left the dildo in her and picked up the stick with the feathers on it. He drew it across Julie's heaving bosom, tickling her rock hard nipples and the sensitive sides of her soft tits. Her head thrashed side to side and goosebumps covered every inch of her again. Never had Bill been in the presence of such a sexual woman. Unbridled lust seemed to ooze from her pores. The tickling was fun, Julie looked amazing as the intense pleasure swept through her, but he wanted to make her cum again like she did when she was under him, this time in a position so he could watch her. He picked up the vibrator and switched it on, the low pitched hum adding a new layer to the sexy noises in Julie's small bedroom. As Bill touched the smooth tip of the vibrator to Julie's clit he pushed the black dildo deeper. Julie cried out, not a piercing cry but a deep extended wail that made Bill shiver. Her head was up, her wild eyes looking past her heaving chest at the scene of the debauchery between her legs. Bill's eyes were wild too as he watched the beautiful woman respond in such a visceral way to his ministrations. He couldn't resist taking her heaving tits in his mouth, not missing a beat with the vibrator and the slow, deep twisting of the dildo. It was buried to the black rubber balls, Bill stirring it like a spoon in thick cake batter, ten inches deep in Julie's gut. Her tits tasted of salty sweat and smelled like perfume, the scent that had started to alter his brain the moment they met and walked into the restaurant. Her nipples were deliciously rubbery on his tongue, his teeth drawing another unholy cry from Julie as he nibbled. The vibrator's relentless energy flowed into Julie like electric current, charging her nervous system to overflowing before it burst, her brain finally short-circuiting when it could take no more. Another deep wail rose up from her, but it was snuffed out by lack of breath, her trembling, spasming body unable to breathe until the most intense pleasure wave she had ever felt ripped through her and left her limp, eyes closed and unable to move. "Uhhhhhhh! Julie moaned when Bill extricated the monster dildo from her pussy, the shiny black thing covered with creamy grease from deep inside her. It was the only noise she made as she lay still, totally spent from her two monumental orgasms. The only problem with the beautiful picture was Bill's rock-hard cock. He still hadn't fucked the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. He unclipped the handcuffs, Julie not moving from her spread-eagle position, not even opening her eyes. After a few moments she stirred, moaning that deep moan again when she saw Bill's hard cock. "Fuck me baby," she said quietly, her voice rough from the screaming. "Fuck me all night." She rolled over, put her ass in the air, and Bill was in with no more than a few moments wasted. "Oh fuck yeah!" Julie said. "There's nothin' like a real cock! Oh, fuckin' give it to me!" Bill gave it to her, slapping hard into his beautiful slave woman, the two of them floating off toward heaven again, for the good of the church. ——————— Lizzie and Ray walked into his reunion hand-in-hand. She didn't know much about him—the time she should have spent learning about him she spent fucking him in his car instead—but she was confident she could pull off the girlfriend illusion. She was happy to see she was better looking than a lot of the women there, many of whom had succumbed to the dreaded fast food and cookies disease. Her sexy dress was right on the mark—the room was full of women showing off what they had. Typical of any high school, Ray's class had its share of cliques, but he didn't seem to be a part of any of them. In fact, Lizzie wasn't sure why he went, as friends seemed to be few and far between. As they sipped a cocktail and surveyed the scene, she asked him about it. Witness To The Rapture "So, did high school suck for you? It kinda did for me," she said. "Big time," he said. "I was already caught up in learning computer code. It was like my adult life had already started, and yet I never even had a date. All these girls, they were like aliens from another planet or something." He scanned the crowd, his gaze coming to rest briefly on a number of different women. One in particular seemed to draw his eye more than once. "What's her name," Lizzie asked. "Janet Getit," he said quietly. "She was one of the class sluts. She had guys like me right under her thumb. All she had to do was flash me her sexy little smile and I was handing over my homework for her to copy. I used to beg her not to copy it to closely, so I wouldn't get in trouble," Ray laughed. "And that name, Getit, boy did we have a field day with that." "She's still kinda hot, but she doesn't look happy," Lizzie said. "I bet if I wasn't here you'd have a chance with her now. You're a good lookin' guy you know." "I used to dream about her all the time," Ray said. "Still do once in a while." Later in the evening, when a band was playing all the dance hits from twelve years ago, Lizzie somehow gathered Janet into her dance with Ray. A tiny little woman with big sad eyes, Lizzie could tell she was 'experienced' from the way she dressed and the way she moved. Women who have an easy time with men are just different in that way. When the song ended Janet hugged Ray. "Hi Ray. I'm kinda surprised to see you here, after the way we all ignored you back in school. You know, I never would have graduated without you, but I treated you like shit, didn't I?" "Janet Getit," Ray said. "I'm surprised to see you here too, but I don't know why. This is Lizzie." "Hi Lizzie," Janet said. Janet and Ray just looked at each other, Janet smiling a shy but sexy smile, one that Lizzie imagined would've had a high school nerd handing over homework in a heartbeat. "You guys should go out sometime," Lizzie said, hoping Ray wouldn't be too upset with her for breaking the 'girlfriend' charade. "What about you?" Janet asked, looking surprised. "Just friends...with benefits," Lizzie winked. Janet reached into her small purse, pulled out a business card and wrote her personal number on the back. "Call me?" she said, looking shy again as she handed it to Ray. "I better get back to my date. He's such a jerk, he's been dancing with my friends and probably doesn't even know I'm gone." Janet gave Ray a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Ray looked stunned. "Holy shit!" he said quietly, staring at Janet's card. "You just earned yourself one heck of a tip." "I was hoping to earn it in a different way," Lizzie said. "Wanna get out of here?" The sleek Audi whisked them to Ray's house, a sprawling mid-century modern ranch with a flag-stone facade and huge windows overlooking a rocky creek. Ray's bedroom was simply decorated, with only one thing on the wall, a large oil painting of a young nude woman standing knee deep in a pond. She looked remarkably like Janet Getit. Lizzie surprised Ray by undressing him, caressing his chest as his shirt came off and inhaling his cock as his pants went down. The slut her late husband loved so much had come out to play again. Pushing Ray down on his back, she mounted him as she had done in the car, this time with both of them naked. "Oh fuck that feels good!" she moaned. "You stretch me tight baby. It's so fucking fat. I love it!" Ray's hands caressed her ass as her hips rocked on him, his fingers spreading her cheeks as his cock was swallowed over and over by Lizzie's pussy. "You like my ass baby?" she purred as she fucked him. She climbed off him and turned around, reverse cowgirl style with her hands on Ray's knees. "Now you can see my ass baby," she said as her hips started swiveling again. "Oh fuck!" Ray looked on in amazement at the beautiful ass and pussy ravaging his cock. He could count on one hand the times he had fucked a girl. Being with Lizzie in this way was completely blowing his mind, not to mention the thoughts in his head of Janet Getit's low-cut dress, her jiggling tits on the dance floor, and her phone number in his wallet. As his seed pumped into Lizzie for the second time that day, he thought about the nervous phone call he had made to Witness To The Rapture Church's escort service, and how it had changed his life. His orgasm was a huge one—rapturous indeed. ——————— Ray gave Lizzie a thousand dollars, and felt like he should have given her more. Julie gave Bill five-hundred, and Robert gave Lottie five-hundred. Combined with the five hundred Lottie had earned on her first date, the endeavor was off to a wonderful start, with twenty-five-hundred dollars for the church. On Sunday morning they presented the money to Reverend Roberts, who was astonished. "Praise the Lord!" the reverend said. "He must have been watching over you all to bring you this much success." "His name was mentioned more than once," Lottie said, "and thoughts of the rapture were with us as well." "Yes, I think we've all got a better understanding of what it is to be a witness to the rapture," Lizzie said. Bill smirked as he remembered the thrashing, wildly writhing orgasm Julie had while handcuffed to her bed. "Amen to that," he said.