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First Baptist Bible Fuck

By: Wulfwinter



If you live in the Southeastern United States, you know about the traditional Baptist church. Most are filled with earnest, God-fearing, Christian adults who are trying to live their lives like Jesus would want them. However, many of them, especially the younger college and high school aged members, are hypocrites through and through. I can't tell you how many churches have been torn apart by scandal and adultery as these pious, better-than-thou Christians are caught in uncompromising positions. This story details one of the more secret implosions of a large, well-known church.

The First Baptist Church of Hillwood sits atop a high hill in the bustling Chattanooga suburb of Hillwood, Tennessee. Taking up six or seven acres of property, the building is a sprawling monstrosity made up of a main sanctuary, a secondary sanctuary, a gymnasium, three educational wings, two fellowship halls, two kitchens, business offices with several conference rooms and what seemed like miles and miles of uncharted hallways and stairwells. You see, "Fort God", as it is called by many of the neighbors, grew from small beginnings to become what it is today. As the population of Hillwood grew through the years, so did Fort God, with wings and buildings added on without regard to layout or functionality. The result is a confusing maze of corridors and doors and stairs and attached yet separate buildings. When I first joined, I got lost frequently. I used to joke that new members join and are never seen again for years.

Being a yankee carpetbagger, I joined the church mainly for the networking aspect. My wife is a good, solid Christian woman who believes in the sanctity of marriage and honestly adheres to the passage in the Bible that says if you sin with the mind, you have committed adultery. Thank God I think that's a load of crap, or I would have been struck by lightning long ago. Until Fort God, I had never cheated on my wife physically, but I had quite a libidinous fantasy life. My wife is a good-looking, straight-laced woman who is great in the sack, but in a light's out, missionary position, no-frills kind of way. Don't get me wrong, I like a good fuck every month or two, but a wet, sloppy blowjob from a reluctant, hesitant or coerced girl has always been my fantasy.

Wednesday night services always piss me off. I work all day, slaving away in the orifice trying to make a buck for my employer, only to get off work at 5-6 pm and have to run to church to listen to some blowhard blather on about my soul and sanctification. Sitting in the back row, with my hand tantalizingly high on my beautiful, nubile wife's thigh, the last thing I want to think about is JAY-sus! Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of gray as little Cindi Carpenter gets up and slips out the back door into the hallway. Cindi is nineteen, single, extremely hot in a "I know I'm hot, but I try to hide it by wearing frumpy clothing" kind of way. She has long, straight blonde hair, which she usually wears up in a chaste bun, long muscular legs under her ankle-length plaid skirt, and nice, firm, plump perky breasts that bounce merrily as she walks. She wears tortoise-shell plastic framed glasses which constantly slide down her upturned pug nose, forcing her to push them back up every few moments.

I notice that as she slips out the back, she makes a sidelong glance towards Ted Martin, one of our resident deacons and coach of the Upward soccer program. After a few moments, Ted excuses himself from his wife and slips out the back door as well. Keep in mind that our church has a membership of over eight thousand upstanding Christians, and a typical Wednesday night service, while being held in the smaller of the two sanctuaries, still has about two thousand attendees. People are coming and going all throughout the service, but for some reason this little exchange piques my curiosity.

I quickly slip out the same door and look both left and right. I see Ted as he moves around the corner to the right down one of the educational wing hallways. Peering around the corner, I see him enter one of the stairwells leading upstairs to the closed off balcony section of the sanctuary. My spidey-senses tingling, I silently follow him, pushing the door open and quietly shutting it behind me. I can hear his footsteps scraping the tile steps as he makes his way up.

At the top of the stairs is a fire door leading to the balcony seating area. Not being a total ninny, Ted apparently has a key and has locked the door, making entry for me impossible. I press my ear to the door and hear absolutely nothing, but an idea comes to mind. I head back down and fast-walk my way to the church's main office. Being a member of the finance committee, I have knowledge of the physical plant side of maintaining a large building.

"Hi, Martha!" I say, as I walk into the main office. Martha is an older, slightly plump, matronly woman known for her dour demeanor and serious nature. She is, however, quite endowed with a large, ample bosom.

"Hello, how may I help you," she replies flatly to my energetic, friendly hello.

"Um, I think I left my Bible in our Sunday School classroom, and it's locked, could I borrow the master key real quick so I can go grab it? My wife's kinda cranky with me about it..."

"Weeell, I really shouldn't give it out like this, but since you are on the finance committee and if it will keep you out of the doghouse, I guess I can make an exception."

She reaches into her drawer and hands me a shiny, golden key. "If I'm gone when you come back, put it in the drawer here."

I turn and practically run out of the office and wind my way back to the stairwell. At the top of the stairs, I quietly put the key in the lock and turn the handle and slip through the door crouching down low to keep myself hidden behind the seats. Easing the door shut behind me, I slide down behind the last row of seats and listen intently for the sound of Cindi and Ted.

Sure enough, in the corner down near the front of the balcony, hidden from view by the congregation below, I see Cindi on her knees, earnestly sucking Ted's engorged cock. His hands are grasping the bun at the back of her head and his hips are jerking frantically, thrusting his dick balls deep into her mouth and throat. She is making a soft gagging sound, obviously trying to keep quiet while she slobbers all over his manhood. 

Suddenly, Ted jerks once, twice, three times, and I see Cindi swallowing convulsively, as his cock erupts in her eager mouth. He whispers something to her, and I see her thoroughly lick his balls and lap up the sides of his cock, in an effort to clean up the mess they have made. He points to his thigh and she leans forward and slurps up a drop of errant cum. 

"I'm sorry I spilled some, Sir. I'll try to swallow it all next time," I hear her whisper to him as he zips up his trousers.

He reaches out with a finger and scoops up some cum off her chin and dangles it in front of her for her to lick clean.

"Good girl, lick it spotless. I see a few drops on the floor, make sure you get them, too."

Cindi leans down out of view, but I can only imagine she is licking the cum off the balcony's dingy tile floor. 

Hmmm, Ted obviously has some kind of control over this young, impressionable woman, or there is no way in Hell she would do these things.

"So, you'll keep Mary out of trouble, Mister Martin? If she's prosecuted again, she may have to go to prison." A large tear leaks out of Cindi's eye as she looks imploringly up at Ted Martin.

"I won't press charges, Cindi. Shoplifting is wrong and illegal, but I won't let it ruin your sister's life. As long as we have our arrangement, that is..."

I had connected the dots. Mary is Cindi's rebellious little sister, who has had numerous brushes with the law. Apparently Mary attempted to steal something from Ted's sporting goods store, and Ted caught her red-handed.

I duck down as Ted and Cindi make their way back up to the balcony door. At the door Ted turns to Cindi, reaches around and grasps her round ass cheek and says, "Same time next week. Make sure you clean up your face before you go down, you still have cum on your chin -- you look like a fucking whore."

Cindi nods obediently and wipes her chin with the back of her hand as she moves through the door behind Ted.

A plan begins to form in my devious, sex-starved brain. That night I conveniently forget to return the master key to the desk and the next day while at work, I have a copy made at the local hardware store. I also purchase a nice digital Sony handy-cam and eagerly await the next Wednesday night service.

I tell my lovely, oblivious wife that I have to work late, and that I will have to meet her at church. Arriving early, I park around back and slip into the balcony with camera in hand. Setting it up on a short tripod between the rows of seats about 15 feet from the "tryst spot", I prepare to make a little home-movie of Ted and Cindi's "arrangement".

I throw a black blanket over the camera, allowing just the lens and the back end to show. This will allow me to hide further back, and using the nifty remote control, operate the camera without being seen. In the dark balcony, with the black blanket, the camera is completely hidden while only being a mere few feet away. 

Worship service begins with the worship team cranking up the crowd with a soulful rendition of a popular Michael W. Smith song. As the choir gets into the chorus, the balcony door opens, and Cindi slips through and works her way down to the front corner.  As she reaches her spot, she obediently drops to her knees and waits, fidgeting.

I press record and keep my fingers crossed, hoping the camera has a nice clear view of the upcoming action. A few moments later, Ted comes through the door and slips down to where Cindi is kneeling. He makes a great show of slowly unzipping his pants while Cindi licks her lips and stares at his crotch.

"This is the last time, Mr. Martin," Cindy whispers. "I just can't risk getting caught -- they'll throw me out of the congregation and give my Children's Church teaching job to that bitch Sally."

"I'll let you know when we are done, Cindi. Right now you need to shut up and suck my cock like the nasty bitch you are."

With that, Ted shoves his fat dick deep into Cindi's mouth, grabbing her by the hairbun and pulling her face down forcefully onto his prick.

"Perfect, lick it good...that's right, lick my balls too. Get them nice and wet."

The worship team had switched to a more sedate song and the congregation was now singing along with religious abandon to "Just a Closer Walk with Thee..."

Ted has one hand under Cindi's chin and the other at the back of her head, and he is wetly fucking her face. With every deep thrust of his pelvis he pulls her face onto his meat, and I can see her tongue snake out and lick his balls. Cindi has apparently learned how to deep throat his rather diminutive cock, and quite well.

Ted arches his back, throws back his head and through gritted teeth says, "I'm gonna cum! Swallow it all this time, don't spill a fucking drop!"

His ass muscles clench and I can hear Cindi gagging clearly from where I hide thirty feet away, but she slurps and swallows and continues to deep throat his cock right through his orgasm. 

Finally he lets her slide her mouth off his half-mast cock and he inspects it carefully.

"Hmmm, very good Cindi. Not one drop of cum spilled. Very good indeed. Lick my balls again, get them nice and wet. That's right, lick them clean."

After Cindi licks his balls, Ted tucks his prick back into his pants and heads back to the top of the balcony and out the door. Cindi remains where she is kneeling and I can hear the sounds of her quietly sobbing.

Pulling a stocking cap over my face, I silently slip down to the camera. Cindi is lost in her own world, sobbing softly with the sound of "Amazing Grace" playing in the background.

I pick up the camera and move around behind Cindi, slowly creeping up to her. When I am just over her shoulder, I whisper in her ear, "Don't turn around -- I need to show you something."

Cindi jerks upright and squeeks in fear, but doesn't turn around.

"Good girl, just keep facing away from me."

I hold the camera out in front of her and press "play". The scene starts with her on her knees in the semi dark waiting for Ted to show up. I press "stop", and set the camera down behind me. 

"You can guess what I have on the camera, can't you, Cindi?"

Cindi nods her head yes.

"It would ruin both of you if this video got out, wouldn't it?"

Again Cindi nods her head yes.

"I imagine your parents would throw you out of the house and you could most likely forget about attending Bible College in the Fall, huh?"

I could hear Cindi begin to sniffle as the tears begin to flow. In the background, the minister had begun his sermon. 

I slowly begin to unzip my jeans, ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Cindi makes a sharp intake of breath, and her head comes up as she realizes what the sound is.

"Oh, Mister, please don't make me..." she pleads.

"Shhhhhh, Cindi. If you fuss, I may make you take it up the ass."

"Oh God," Cindi moans, as she realizes how much trouble she is in.

"Lift up your dress and pull off your panties, Cindi. That's right, all the way off."

"I noticed that mean ole Ted didn't even return the favor to you. What a bastard."

"Sit in that seat and put both legs over the arms. That's good, spread your legs wide and pull up your dress. Perfect"

Cindi gasps as she sees me in my ski mask. "Please, Mister -- I'm a virgin. Don't take my virginity, it's all I have left."

"Don't worry, Cindi, I won't. I'm not a monster like Ted, after all.

With my engorged prick in one hand, stroking it to its full eight inch length, I get down on my knees in front of Cindi and inspect her glistening honey-hole. She is a natural blonde, with a wispy bush of honey-yellow hair framing the sweetest, pinkest little pussy I have ever seen.

I begin by licking the insides of her thighs and working my way inward to her hot, wet pussy. Cindi moans quietly and thrashes her head from side to side.

"Ohhhh Dear Lord! Please stop! Th-th-that's making me dizzy!" Cindi gasps.

My tongue is now slurping up and down her pussy, delving deeply into her sweet folds at the bottom and flicking lightly over her clit at the top. Alternating between broad licks and sharp tongue-fucks, I soon have her panting and her pussy is sopping wet and juice is running down her ass to her winking pink asshole.

Her body begins to shake and shiver, and I notice her nipples are prominently poking through the material of her mousy dress. Her glasses have slipped down her nose and she is looking at me through them with unabashed lust in her bright, blue eyes.

She lets out a groan, and throws her head back and arches her back, and I double my efforts and focus my attention on her clit, sucking and licking it with abandon. She convulses, once, twice, three times as a powerful orgasm wracks her body. Covering her mouth with her hand I hear a muffled scream followed by a long groan.

As she comes down from her orgasm, I gently pull her off the seat and onto her knees in front of me, pressing her beautiful ass down to the cold tile floor. Standing over her, naked from the waist down, I spread my legs and pull her face up to my balls. Cindi's eyes bulge when she sees the imposing size of my turgid cock.

"Wow, that's huge, Mister! Ted's is much smaller than that thing." She blurts as I press her face to my pendulous nutsack.

"Lick them, lick them until they are dripping. Time to repay the favor, young lady."

Cindi sighs and begins to lick my balls, rolling them around and around with her talented tongue, coating them with a liberal supply of warm saliva. 

After a few minutes of her sensuous tongue-lashing, I pull her head back and position the fat, purple head of my rock hard cock in front of her succulent, moist lips.

"Lick the head, get it nice and wet, that's right, slobber all over it with your tongue." 

My cock begins to throb in anticipation as I look down at this nice, clean cut, churchie girl with her frumpy dress gathered around her waist and her glasses askew on her nose, about to attempt to deepthroat my thick man meat.

"Open wide, here it comes," I whisper through clenched teeth as I slowly begin to spear her face.

Cindi takes the first inch, then the second, begins to choke on the third, and gags and sputters and tries to pull off my cock at the fourth inch. I hold her face over my engorged cock and whisper, "Take it! Is this all you can swallow? Four measly inches? You can do better than this. Get it wetter, lick it all over until it's shiny wet."

Cindi pulls back, and moaning with tears leaking out of her eyes, she slobbers all over the shaft of my dick, licking up one side and down the other.

After it has been liberally coated with her spit, I impale her tiny, freckled face again, pushing her head down on my throbbing member.

This time she takes five, six inches and begins to relax her throat. As she fights the urge to gag I feel her tongue sliding around the underside of my cock.

I pull her off my cock and then push her back down, going deeper each time, getting into a nice, sliding rhythm. Slurp, slurp, slurp she goes, up and down on my cock. 

"Good girl, now swirl the head with your tongue on the upswing. That's right, just like that." I groan as she slurps the head before every suck.

"Unbutton your dress and pull it down off your shoulders, now take off your bra and let your titties out. Good girl."

Cindi's apple-sized breasts stand at attention, nice and perky with puckered, wrinkly pink nipples pointing up at me.

"When I cum, you are going to lick the head, nothing else. Any cum you don't lick up is going to drop onto your perky little breasts, so unless you want a mess to clean up before you go back to church, I suggest you lick fast."

Jerking my cock with my right hand, I put my left hand on Cindi's head and push her down so that her bottom is flat on the cold tile floor and my swelling cockhead is just over her mouth.

"Start licking, slurp it good! I'm gonna cum soon!" I gasp as she slobbers over the head of my cock.

My hand starts flying over my shaft, her tongue is frantically licking the sides, the top, the sensitive underside of my hot, purple head.

"No hands! Keep your hands behind your back, no sucking either -- just your tongue!"

Down below, I catch the preacher admonishing the congregation to love one another like Jesus loves us. 

Suddenly, without warning, I groan and my cock erupts with a fountain of cum, which spurts over Cindi's face, across her forehead, splatters her glasses, and runs down along her nose and into her greedily licking mouth.

Cindi squeals and reaches out with her tongue to catch the next spurt as it shoots from my cock. Her tongue is dancing over my cockhead, licking up every drop she can while I steadily slow down my stroking.

Two spurts, three spurts, four spurts later and her face is a mess of cum dripping off her cheeks and chin onto her perky, cum-covered titties. 

"Good girl, now suck it deep, suck the last drops out of it. You made quite a mess, didn't you?"

Cindi nods affirmatively as she slurps up the last of the cum from my cock shaft, and then squats down low and sucks my balls. 

Using my cock, she wipes the cum off her forehead and face, then licks it clean. Then she takes her glasses off and licks the cum off the lenses and frame.

Finally, she uses her fingers to scoop up the cum covering her perky little breasts and sucks her fingers clean of every last drop.

I hold my half-mast cock out to her face, and she obediently sucks it in and milks the last remnants of cum from deep within my now aching balls.


First Baptist Bible Fuck Ch. 02



All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".

Chapter 2 is written from the perspective of Cindi Carpenter, church girl. Please read

Chapter 1 for background information.

It's been a week since Ted Martin and I were caught and videotaped by the sinister masked man "Wulfwinter." Since that time Ted has barely even looked at me, and if I come within twenty feet of him, he gets real jumpy and practically runs away. Of course, it's well known that his wife holds the purse strings and he is petrified that she will learn of his indiscretions – hence, the fear.

This isn't all that bad, since after all, he was blackmailing me for sexual favors. Unfortunately, I have switched from a tormentor I know to a tormentor I don't know.

This all started when my little sister, Mary, was caught shoplifting from Ted's sporting goods store – on security tape nonetheless. Ted was about to turn her in when I went to plead for her. Things took a nasty turn, and I found myself on my knees giving that awful man oral gratification.

Sex before marriage in any sense is completely unacceptable for a good Christian woman. I am, after all, a fine upstanding member of the church; a children's church teacher even. Good Christian women just don't do things like icky blow jobs. 

I have to admit though, it made me kind of tingly. And when Mr. Wulfwinter licked me...down there...it made me feel...amazing.

I've always been a bit of a prude. I mean, I wear my dishwater blonde hair up in a tight bun all the time. I've worn the same old tortoise shell glasses for over ten years. I wear long skirts and baggy shirts. Yet in spite of this attempt to appear asexual, men constantly ogle me. I do have rather long legs, and my breasts are fairly large and very perky. My nipples are extremely long and tend to poke through the material of my bra and blouses quite often. 

One time, after teaching children's church I caught Matthew Jones masturbating in the men's room. When I confronted him, he leered at me and said, "What do you expect – showing us your Goddamn nipples all the fucking time!"

I took him to Miss Martha, who I understand took a switch to his naked backside. Serves the little pervert right. 

Anyway, the last week has been extremely tense. Wulfwinter hasn't contacted me like he said he would, thank the Lord. But the nervous waiting has been unbearable at times.

****

Walking to my car, I noticed a note tucked under the driver's side windshield wiper blade. With trembling hands I opened it and read with dread.

Dear Miss Carpenter,

You can thank me later for getting rid of Ted. He won't be bothering you any more. 

For your next task I need you to do the following: tomorrow evening at 8 pm is the monthly church finance meeting. At precisely 7pm you are to sneak into the room (a key to unlock the door will be on the doorframe), undress completely, place all of your clothes and shoes in the filing cabinet behind the "X" file, and go under the meeting table and wait. 

During the meeting you will be expected to perform your "sexual duties." If you don't show, the clip of your actions with Ted will be e-mailed to everyone you know, including your parents.

~~Wulfwinter

I gasped with dread and stifled a whimper. What am I going to do? My life is ruined if the video clip gets out. No more Bible college in the fall, my parents will disown me, the church will turn me out. I might even have to become Presbyterian or Methodist, or some other ungodly heathen religion!

With a sense of resolve, I steeled myself and decided to follow through with these perverted demands.

****

At promptly 7pm the next evening I furtively approached the door to the big conference room. Sure enough, the key was on the top of the doorframe. With a nervous glance down both hallways I slipped into the room and quickly locked the door behind me.

The conference room table was very large, about 30-40 feet long and about fifteen feet wide. At least thirty people could easily fit around it, making it the perfect venue for the important finance meetings.

Covering the table was a thick, light gray table cloth which draped all the way down to the floor. Obviously, as long as no one reached down, pulled up the table cloth and looked under, I could remain down there undetected.

I quickly shed all my clothes and placed them in the appropriate drawer, and then crawled under the large table. Underneath it was dark and stuffy, but the light coming through the windows made it possible to see, if vaguely.

I hid under the table, nervous and shivering for what seemed like hours when I finally heard the sounds of people entering the room. As they began to take their seats I listened to their conversations about their kids, their jobs, the church and committees they served on. It was rather surreal – part of me wanted to jump out and beg for help, but knowing that I was completely naked and vulnerable, I huddled in the center and waited for a sign that I should begin my "duties."

Looking around, I saw fat legs, skinny legs, men in dress pants, men in jeans. A few women sat around the table, all of them in skirts. 

Finally, I heard the deep voice of Mr. Hollister, the finance committee chairman, ask for heads to bow as he prayed over the proceedings. 

Sally Beckwith started the meeting off by reading the minutes from the previous month's gathering, and I looked around the table at the various human legs.

Directly across from me, sitting in the middle of one side of the table, a hand reached down under the tablecloth and slowly, silently unzipped the fly of the neat, pressed dress slacks.

I held my breath and the hand slid inside the trousers and pulled out a large, veined, knobby erect penis and began stroking it to full length. 

I quietly crawled between the legs and grasped the turgid erection by its base. The hand returned to the table top, and I heard the sounds of a pen clicking and unclicking.

With a sigh of resignation, I steeled myself to begin my unsavory task. I swirled my tongue around the hot, purple head a couple of times and then started to lick up one side and down the other. My thinking was that if I could make him cum quickly, maybe this ordeal would be over. I was petrified of someone hearing something and looking under the table.

I slobbered and licked all over the shaft, pulled out his pendulous balls and licked them thoroughly. Finally, I moved my mouth over the bulbous head and breathed hot breath onto his manhood.

I could feel him tense up as he knew I was about to begin sucking, and I didn't disappoint him. I smothered his cockhead and slurped my way down, as deep as I could go. After sucking Ted's cock a few times, and then performing for Wulfwinter up in the balcony, I was fast becoming a reluctant, but knowledgeable fellatrix.

I bobbed my head up and down his thick shaft, licking frantically on the head every time I came up. I just hoped I wasn't making too much noise, but I could still hear the monotonous droning of old man Hollister as he started to go over the committee's agenda.

I picked up my pace and deepened my sucking as I speared my face with his cock. With a mind of its own, my pussy tingled and I could feel myself becoming wet.

I felt his cock pulse and his balls tightened up and I knew he was close to cumming. I redoubled my efforts and wetly sucked him and pumped the base of his shaft at the same time.

His thighs tensed up, his legs straightened out, and his cock exploded hotly into my mouth. I felt movement above me and instinctively, I knew he was arching his back and stretching his hands behind his head.

One, two, three torrents of hot cum spewed into my sucking mouth, and I continued to suck slowly up and down his shaft. When no more cum leaked out of his fat, hot head, I licked my way down to his balls and slathered them wetly with my tongue. Tucking him quietly back into his trousers, I prepared to wait for the meeting to be over. He had other ideas, apparently.

A note dropped to the floor in front of me, and I could barely make out the writing in the dim light, "Wait a few minutes and be ready to perform again."

My heart dropped. I was hoping this ordeal would be over, but Wulfwinter wasn't finished yet.

Slipping back to the center of the table, I looked around at the legs. Behind me, and a little to the right were a long pair of slender, stocking clad legs. Her skirt had ridden up a ways, and I could see the tops of her thigh highs. Her three inch cream pumps were off her feet and she was stretching her legs out in front of her.

To my astonishment, she spread her legs and reached under the table and pulled her skirt up—she was not wearing panties!

Long slender fingers, elegantly manicured with whore-red nail polish slowly made their way down between her legs. She parted the folds of her pussy with one hand and her index finger gently rubbed her little clitty.

Am I supposed to service her too? Has Wulfwinter brought someone new into his Machiavellian scheme? I've never licked a woman before, does it taste yucky?

As these thoughts ran through my head, she reached both hands under the table and spread her pussy open wide. She was completely bare and her pussy lips glistened with moisture.

I quietly crawled forward and stared at the open pussy before me. With one finger she continued to circle her clitoris while spreading her lips wide. I leaned forward intently and my hot breath wafted across her upper thighs.

She stiffened and her hands froze in place, but her vagina continued to glisten wetly and I could easily smell the aroma of aroused female.

Hoping I wasn't making a big mistake, I softly licked my way up her thigh until my tongue just grazed the outside of her vagina.

Goose pimples sprouted up along her legs, and I heard her groan slightly.

"Madelyn, are you all right," I heard a voice above me inquire.

"Um, yes...just a little indigestion from dinner, I guess," came the reply from directly above me.

Madelyn Stone! Madelyn is in her mid-thirties, single, works for one of the big corporations downtown in finance or accounting or something. Tall and angular, Madelyn is rather bossy and often cops a better-than-thou attitude.

Being a single, educated professional woman, Madelyn practically forced herself onto the finance committee and is known to talk about men like they are idiots. Rumors speculate that she may be a lesbian, but no one has ever proven it.

Her legs spread a little wider, and she used both hands to open her pussy for me to lick. I began on the outside, licking all the way around, never touching her vulva or clitoris. When I had it good and wet I started to lick my way in. Flicking my tongue lightly back and forth and up and down, I tickled her wet pussy with little butterfly kisses and licks.

The taste wasn't really all that bad. Kind of sweet and salty and tangy all at the same time.

"Would you like a tums, Miss Stone? You appear to be in a bit of distress," I heard a female voice a few seats over intone.

"Y-y-yes, that might do the trick. Thank you very much," Madelyn gasped in response.

I used the broad, flat part of my tongue and starting at the bottom of her pussy, licked up, delving deep into her vagina and then over her engorged clitoris, lingering wetly.

Lapping from the bottom up several times, I got into a nice rhythm, stopping to nibble softly on her clit every couple of passes.

Her hands had disappeared to the table top, and I could hear her softly drumming her fingernails as I licked her thoroughly.

She was practically dripping now, and I lapped up her sweet nectar as it ran down the inside of her thighs. Focusing attention on her erect clitoris, I started to insistently, but softly suck, stopping every few seconds to lick deeply into her hot, wet vagina.

I could feel her breath quickening and her thighs tightened around my head, so I knew she was about to climax. I urgently made my tongue into the shape of a "U" and slid my tongue up and down over her clit. I pressed two fingers deep into her hot, wet vagina, and this apparently was enough to make her cum. I felt her legs shaking and her back arched and she groaned and threw back her head.

I continued to lick and suck her through her massive orgasm until she abruptly pushed back from the table, got up, pulling her skirt down quickly, and mumbled, "Sorry everyone, but I really need to use the restroom!"

"Poor girl, hope she's all right. Bless her heart," I heard Miss Martha say from the far end of the table.

"Maybe we should have prayer for her when she gets back?" said another voice I didn't recognize.

Wiping my wet face off with the back of my hand, I made my way back to the middle of the table and looked to where Wulfwinter was sitting. His hand was down at his crotch and he was holding another note.

"You are a naughty girl, aren't you? You could have given poor Madelyn a heart attack. No, she was not part of my plan, but it sure helped me get hard again, knowing what you were doing to her under the table."

My heart leapt to my mouth as I realized I had just performed cunnilingus on an unsuspecting woman.

"Time for you to lose your virginity, Cindi. Back your pussy onto my dick, or I jump up and pull up the tablecloth. I bet yours and Madelyn's lesbian relationship would go over great in the congregation, don't you think?"

Tears trickled down my face as the realization hit me that I had absolutely no choice. All my adult life I had been proud of my virginity, and I hoped one day to give it to a handsome, Christian husband.

I turned around and crawled backwards slowly between his legs. He held his fat, knobby cock straight out and I reached down to part my pussy lips. In spite of my reluctance, my pussy was still drenched from my earlier activities and my clit throbbed at my touch.

I settled his hot, purple cockhead at the entrance to my vagina and slowly, wetly pushed back against him. I felt resistance when his fat head met my maidenhead and I paused, hoping he would relent.

I felt his hands reach under the table and grab my cheeks and he pulled me deeply onto his cock, breaking through my womanly barrier. I felt something tear, and winced as pain shot through me. Wantonly, I reached back and felt my wet pussy and rubbed my clit.

The pain dulled slightly, and he just held me, pulled back, impaled on his steel-like cock. I could feel him pulse and throb, and I couldn't help myself, I started to respond.

I said a silent prayer, and slowly, slightly began to push and pull myself on his shaft. His hands kneaded my butt cheeks and he prompted me by pushing and pulling me up and down, back and forth.

My vaginal muscles worked his manhood, milking him for all I was worth and I shivered in lust. I could feel myself working up towards an orgasm, and I bit the palm of my hand, hoping I wasn't making too much noise.

Above me I could hear several voices talking at once; apparently they were hotly discussing an important topic, while below the table, I was silently thrusting myself back and forth on Wulfwinter's turgid manhood.

His grip tightened on my ass and he desperately pulled me back, forcing me deeply onto his hot shaft. He kneaded my cheeks urgently and held me there while his cock throbbed and impossibly grew inside me. I felt my orgasm start, my nipples jutted out, and I felt a flush start at my chest, down through my belly and crash into my molten center. My pussy spasmed in climax and I felt his cock erupt deep inside me. I stifled a scream as his hot cum filled me up, and I came again, grunting like an animal. I could feel his warmth jetting into my depths, pulse after hot pulse.

I fell off his cock and laid on the floor under the middle of the table, completely spent. My pussy throbbed in both pain and ecstasy, and sparks blinked behind my eyelids.

Wow, so that's what fucking feels like, I thought to myself. Screw this virginity shit.

I prayed for forgiveness and was barely aware of the people above me pushing away from the table and exiting the room. I waited for at least an hour and then crept out and quickly locked the door from the inside.

After dressing myself, I slipped out the door and on shaky legs ran to the entrance and quickly walked to my car.

As I fumbled out my keys with trembling hands, I looked up to see Madelyn Stone sitting in her brand new BMW. She smiled slightly, waved to me, mouthed what looked like the words "thank you," and quickly sped off.

I went home, took a hot shower and laid in bed playing with my pussy, wondering what new scenario Wulfwinter would dream up next.

The End



First Baptist Bible Fuck



Still wearing the ski mask, I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry about Ted, I'll take care of him. He won't bother you any more. I'll let you know when I need your services again. You'll get a message from me -- call me "Wulfwinter".

With that, I grab the camera and blanket, slip out the door, down the stairwell and out a side door to my car in the back. I pull my car around to the front and park near my wife's SUV and quickly change shirts and sportcoat.

I dash into Church and slide in next to my lovely wife and softly say, "Sorry, hun. Work was a bear today, did I miss much?"

I look to the front and see several penitent Christians on their knees praying during what looks to be a very successful alter call.

Sighing deeply, I squeeze my wife's thigh and whisper, "Must have been quite a sermon, sorry I missed it."

The End of Part One