He shoved the child back into the locker.   His head snapped back against the locker and his glasses slipped sideways on his face as the little dark haired boy slid down to the floor only half conscious.   The big kid kicked him in the ribs one last time for good measure and turned to the other kids in the hallway.

“Anybody else want be a wise guy?” the big kid glared at the other children.   “I run this school – you do as you’re told, or you pay.   When I tell someone to do my homework, I better get an A.”

The big kid, flanked by two other supporters pushed through the crowd as someone tried to help the little boy up.   It had been this way as long as anyone could remember.   Before Max, it had been his older brother, Bic.   Bic and Max, after having been kept back twice was at least two years older than any of the other kids, and three years older than most.   Their parents believed in keeping them out of school until they were a year older.   The intent had been to give them a development advantage.   What it had done was to make it easier for them to bully the other kids in the playground.   Bic had been taken from public school to another state institution over a year ago and his younger brother Max took over his position.

At just before 8 the little boy with dark hair and glasses turned the corner and looked down the dark alley behind the big block building.   K-Mart was well lit in front, but the back was at the edge of the small town and opened onto an open field.   Only a narrow dirt  road that allowed access for the garbage trucks separated the block building from fence and the cattle pasture.

“Hello” his voice was almost a whisper.   He was scared; scared of the dark and even more scared of being killed.   The other kids at school had told him it was best to come here and get it over with.   Bic had killed a kid that had not shown up when he was told to.   Everybody did what they were told.

“Go home” the voice came out of the dark and the little boy jumped.   His eyes were wide open, trying to look in all directions at once with no ability to tell where the voice had come from.   In his fear he would had sworn it came from inside his own head.

“Go home; he will not bother you anymore.”   It was a woman’s voice, but not timid like his mom.   It was definitely a woman, but other than the pitch, it sounded like man.   Not just any man; confident, but more, hard, like she feared nothing and no one.   The voice had not been threatening, but he knew not to argue.   The little boy turned and ran.

“I really want to do a number on this kid” Max said.   “I want him in the hospital for weeks and then he leaves in a cast.”   They all laughed.   “This will get me respect.   Bic says you got to make an example of one ‘em.”

The dart hit him in the butt and he screamed.   “Run if you want to live” the voice commanded.   Max pulled the tranquilizer dart out of his butt cheek.

“I’m going to kill you bitch” he screamed, but no one could really tell where the voice came from. They were all looking in all directions but saw nothing.   One of the attendant boys pulled out a knife.   There was a flash and the alley lit up, everyone was blinded, then in an instant, it was pitch dark again.   One of them screamed, but no one was sure who it was.   One of the boys tried to run, but stumbled and fell.   Max slumped to his knees, the drug was getting to him.   “Help me" he cried.

The two cronies tried to help Max up, but gave up quickly and dropped his body face down on the dirt behind the store and ran.   Their eyes took time to adjust to the darkness so they stumble and one of them ran into the side of the building, bloodying his nose.

The entire exchange had taken less than a minute.   She was dressed in a black body suit that covered every inch of her except her eyes which were covered by glasses that darkened or cleared with the prevailing light level.   She backed the black van up to the body and stopped less six inches away.   Max was completely out.   She was a small woman barely five foot two and solid muscle.   She lifted the young man by the back of his shirt and belt, and tossed him into the back of the van and slammed the door.   The van backed slowly in a perfectly straight line.

She pulled around the building into the well light parking lot and crawled into the back of the van.   The drug should keep the kid out for hours, but she was not given to taking unnecessary chances.   Tie wraps secured his hands and feet to rings in the floor of the van.   The rings were well worn.   Duct tape over his mouth and a blanket covered the body.   She had never been stopped by the police, but if they did, it would require a search warrant to find the passenger in the back.   She took off the hood, shook out her hair and put on a jacket.   She pulled off the pants revealing leotards and a T back. If she were stopped, she would look like she was going to an aerobics workout.

Max woke up strapped to a hard metal table.   He was naked – a strap around his chest; his arms were straight out from the shoulders and secured at the wrists.   His feet were secured in stirrups positioned to hold his ankles directly over his hands.   She stood over him, again completely covered in black.

“What a cute little penis” she said, reaching down and grabbing his scrotum.   “I’ll bet you could fuck, and the woman wouldn’t even feel it.”   She gave his balls a little squeeze and moved her gloved hand up to his belly.   He was a chubby boy with a belly, love handles and even the beginnings of breasts.   At school he wore leather towered over the smaller children.   Naked, alone and strapped to the table he looked far less impressive.

“Or maybe you don’t like girls?” she teased.

“I’m going to kill you bitch” he screamed, but his voice broke and his words turned to sobs.   Tears rolled down his cheeks.   She brought the battery operated cattle prod against his belly and keyed it.   He screamed and began to urinate.  

“If I want you to say something, I will ask you a question.” She smiled and touched his cheek with her gloved hand.   “We will not have any of that kind of talk.”   She waved his finger at him like she was scolding an infant.

“Have you ever fucked anything?” she asked.   “I just love little virgins.   I’ll bet you would love know what it feels like wouldn’t you.”   She opened the drawer under the table and took out a rubber dildo.   She waved it in his face and touched it to his lips.   He cringed and tried to turn his head away.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.   “Not used to touching cocks?”   She laid the dong on the table and turned on the television.   A woman was moaning as the man on the screen pumped her.   The camera showed a close up of the girl’s labia with the man fucking her vagina.   The boy turned his head to look at the screen.   His mouth opened and he stared.  In the video, the man pulled out and turned the woman over.   She got up on her knees and wiggled her ass.   The man spread her cheeks and pushed his cock into her asshole.

The boy was panting, staring hard at the screen when she shoved the rubber penis up his ass.   The boy’s mouth dropped open to scream and the beginnings of an erection that he was getting faded instantly.   She stuffed a wad of cloth in his mouth and clapped her hand over it.

“You’re the bitch now” she said “and I like my bitches to be quiet when I’m fuck’n ‘em.”   She gripped the dildo in the boy’s ass and began pumping him.   She forced his head to the side so he could see the screen and the man sodomizing the woman in the video.   Max strained to open his knees to reduce the pain of being butt fucked.

Finally the man on the TV pulled out of the woman and ejaculated on the woman’s back and she pulled the dong out of the boy.   “Have you ever seen a real pussy?” she asked.   Max shook his head.   “Open your mouth” she commanded and pulled the cloth out.   He was sobbing.

”Please let me go” he begged.   “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She wrapped a strap around his forehead to hold his head in place.   She took out small funnel and pressed the tip between his lips; it hit against his front teeth.

“Open you’re mouth” she ordered.

“Mmm….. Mmmm” was all he could get out as he tried to object without spreading his teeth.   He tried to shake his head and clamped his teeth shut.   The strap on his forehead limited his movement to a few centimeters.

“I suppose I could break out your front teeth if you would rather” she said tapping on the top of the funnel hard enough to cause a small amount pain.

Reluctantly he opened his teeth and allowed her to push the tip of the funnel into his mouth.   She crawled up on the table and knelt over his face.

“Take a good look” she said.   “This will probably be the only pussy you will ever see.”   She pulled her pants and panties down and squatted over the funnel.   She took a deep breath and tried to relax.   She pinched his nose and began to pee.

He thrashed on the table, but it was a simple matter of swallow or drown.   He was struggling against his restraints, coughing and gagging.   “Ahh…” she moaned as she finished.

She pulled a role of saran wrap out of the drawer. “Safe sex is really important” she said.   “Besides, you’re sort of disgusting.”  

She pealed off a square and laid it over his penis and balls, then crawled back and pushed her ass between his legs pressing her hips against his genitals.   Placing all of her weight against him she finished removing her pants.   He tried to hold his thighs together to keep her weight off his balls, but his feet, tied in the stirrups, were spread to far apart.   She pulled off one glove and began rubbing her pussy.   Her breathing deepened.

“Ahh” she moaned and began fingering herself.   As she did she leaned back and crushed his testis glands into her ass crack.   She began bouncing up and down on him, squeezing his genitals between her cheeks.   His lower lip was quivering and he was crying.   With her free hand she reached into the drawer pulled out a center fold picture from Playgirl magazine and laid it over his chest.   She stared intently at it and began moving her hips back and forth on what was left of his scrotum and then she came.   She screamed wild animal sounds and thrashed violently on him; finally gripping his face with her free hand and collapsing onto his terrified young body.

“Was it good for you?” she asked.     “Its probably the only time you’re going to see a woman orgasm.   With that little bitty penis, you probably aren’t going to get much response from pussies.”   She crawled off him, picked up her pants and left turning out the light as she left.   She heard him sobbing as she left the room.

At three in the morning she returned.   He had just fallen asleep.   He had bawled for and hour or so then screamed for help until he was hoarse, then finally fallen asleep.

“Wake up honey,” she said shaking him gently.   “I want to fuck again.”   He had barely opened his eyes when she shoved the dong into his rectum and begun pumping vigorously.   He screamed and she shoved the cloth into his mouth, never missing a stroke.

“I told you I like my bitches quiet when I fuck ‘em.” She said it softly almost sweetly.   With the cloth in his mouth he could barely move his tongue and could not close his mouth.   His cries came out as whimpers.   The room was dark and he could barely see her which further terrified him.

She pushed the dildo deep into him and secured it with a short piece of duct tape.   She stepped around to the head of the table pressing her bush against the top of his head.   She lifted herself using a ring in the ceiling and took his head between her thighs.   She rubbed the smooth flesh of his cheeks and lowered her lips to his.   She rocked back and forth using the tip of his nose to massage to her clit.

“I know you love this as much as I do” she said.   She leaned forward taking his penis and what was left of his scrotum in both hands to use as a handle to steady herself.   “Kiss me” she moaned as she lowered her pussy to his mouth and increased the pressure slightly with her hands.

After what she had done to his balls the previous evening, the slightest pressure brought immense pain and attempts at compliance.   He had a difficult time getting his mouth around the gag, but tried to purse his lips to kiss her pussy.

“Ahh..” she moaned.   “You are so good.”   Then she lowered her hips onto him moving her labia across his lips and face and nose.   She moved wildly masturbating against the smooth skin of his face.   She rubbed her clit against his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose, finally bringing it back to his lips.   She leaned back forcing her vagina down over his nose stopping all of his breathing completely.   She gripped his head in her thighs as she came.

Desperate for air, he thrashed wildly against the table.   He twisted his head in every way he could, desperate to clear an airway, but to no avail.   He lifted his hips and slammed his ass back down against the table tearing the tissues that held his penis to his hips probably ending forever his ability to achieve an erection.   The pain was intense, but the need for air outweighed all other concerns.   She held on riding him like a wild horse.

Just before he lost consciousness she jumped off him and pulled the gag from his mouth.   He gasped and coughed, desperate to fill his lungs.   His face and hair were drenched in her juice.

“I just love oxygen deprived sex” she said cheerily.   “Don’t you?   I am so glad you are not intimidated by a strong woman – so many men are you know.” She turned and left.

Three days later Max was found naked on the front lawn of the junior high school by the first group of children getting off the yellow school bus.   He was unconscious and they thought he was dead.   His left hand had been stuck up his rectum and a Kotex Maxi pad was taped over his mouth.   Despite efforts to keep the children from seeing the body the busses kept arriving.   Several of the teachers wanted to cover the body, but Mr. Wicks who taught history and social studies said it was a crime scene and admonished against disturbing it.   By the time the police arrived and covered the boy, every student, the teachers, and staff in the school had an eye full of Max the hated bully.  

Jenny Tompkins of the school news paper and president of the journalism club began taking photos of the boy, the crowd, the shocked expression on the teachers’ faces.   The principal, Mr. Hipkins, busily trying to herd the students into the school, demanded that she stop.   Jenny had cried “freedom of the press” and continued snapping away, which confused everyone.   Hipkins, torn between his fear of the parents screaming about the indecent exposure and fear of being sued by the school news paper for censorship only succeeded in losing control of the students he had been attempting to shoo away from scene.  

By the time the ambulance and police arrived, Max was coming around.   He opened his eyes to a sea of faces that were gawking and pointing, apparently astonished and in some cases disappointed that he was not dead.   Jenny was trying to tell him to spread his legs and turn more on his back so she could get a better shot of his penis and scrotum which were a deep purple in color and his left hand stuck in his rectum.   Two other children, also from the school news paper were stuffing microphones attached to portable tape recorders in his face.   One was asking him if masturbating on the front lawn of the school was a political statement and the other wanted to know if he thought he would be expelled for skipping school the past three days.

The news helicopter appeared over the scene as the police and paramedics were pushing through the crowd.   The local TV station offered one hundred dollars for tips on local news worthy events; one fifty if the story was picked up by any of the national wire services.   Several students with cell phones had thought to cash in on this situation.

Max was out of school for another week.   By the time he returned much had happened.   The paper had printed a press release from the police saying they were looking for a woman between the ages of sixteen and fifty four dressed entirely in black with a strong sex drive.   His father had over heard his coworkers joking about his son and had gotten into brawl.   When interviewed he had said that his son had been raped and was the victim.   The next morning the headlines read “Local Boy Raped by Woman.”   Max’s right testis had to be surgically removed as it was not healing.   The penile erectile tissue was probably not going to heal and the paper ran a variety of stories about suggested prosthetics.   His hand had to be removed from his anus under anesthetic.   The six o’clock news ran an interview with a local psychologist who discussed the link between childhood sexual trauma and homosexuality.

At school Max got into a fight with one of his former associates screaming that they had abandoned him behind the store and that all this was their fault.   Someone from the crowd had yelled “kick him in the ball” and the laughter thundered through the halls.   Max reddened and screamed that it was not funny, demanding to know who had said it.   He ran into the boy’s toilet where he found two boys reading a magazine and laughing hysterically.   Neither had noticed him coming in.   One of them reread the punch line from the joke in the magazine.   “Was it good for you?” while the other held his stomach and bent over with laughter.   Max fell back against the door and felt the urine running down his leg.

 

He made his way through the well wishers drinking coffee and chatting about the implications of that morning’s sermon, careful not to become too involved in any particular conversation.  He knew Jennifer would be in the group and would not hurry home, but wanted to make certain he talked to her.  It was a delicate balancing act of wanting to seem extremely interested in conversations without actually getting involved or staying too long with any particular group.  He felt a tug on his arm; someone grabbed him just above the elbow.  “Oh hello Mrs. Cuddle” he said turning to see the handsome woman in her early thirties looking up at him.  “Reverend Spillbacks,” she said looking up at him, “I want to thank you for coming to my home to minister to us last week.  I so want to thank you for the blessing you gave me.  My husband and I were wondering if you might come for a late supper on Tuesday.”  The Reverend knew that her husband would not be present.  He had begun visiting the Cuddle family about six months ago.  The husband and wife were unofficially separated with “irreconcilable differences.”  The man traveled a lot with work, and she was often left alone.  The almost constant separation resulted in the wife being left alone for long periods without male companionship which had caused a strain on their relationship.  The reverend’s visits had been under the guise of encouraging reconciliation and had done much to reduce the source of conflict.  He had met almost exclusively with the wife on a weekly basis for bible study, prayer, and as she put it ministering to her needs as a woman.  “Of course, about 7:30” he said taking her hand.  “Go with God, sister.” 

 

He turned right to avoid Cassandra, but not in time.  She had seen him and was making her way toward him.  She wanted to make certain that he would be available for their weekly prayer session.  He had told her that confirmation was not necessary and it was best to keep their meetings confidential to avoid becoming the subject of the gossip that went through a small church group, but her needs were strong and her confidence was not.  It seemed she needed the constant reassurance that he would be there for her when she needed support.  As she got close, he made eye contact and mouthed “Wednesday after school.”  She had winked, and smiled at him.  She was deeply grateful for his help and support and thought they were being so clever keeping a secret from everyone else in the world.

 

She had come to him almost a year ago when he first accepted the ministry and moved to this small community.  She had been an average student but lately her grades were shipping.  She had come racked with guilt and needed to confess her sins to someone.  She was now almost fifteen, but when she had hit puberty, she had been hit with a flood of emotions and lust that she didn’t understand.  She had begun staring at boys, having sexual dreams.  A year later, she had started masturbating, and could not stop.  She had hoped he would tell her it was not a serious sin and she should not worry about it.  He had done just the opposite and condemned her not only for fornication, but also for pride, and deceit lying both to God and herself.  He had quoted her scriptures – about a man committing adultery in his heart, being worse than if he commit it in the flesh.  “It is better that a man spill his seed in the belly of a whore than on the sand of the sea” he had quoted proverbs to her. He had made the case that the sex drive in men was so much stronger, than in women and since all men could only have sex with the permission of women, it was doubly difficult for men, but it was what God expected of them.  God certainly expected more of her; he had made her cry. 

 

He told her she had to stop her sinfulness, and week after week she had come back to him tearfully complaining that she had tried to exercise control, but she could not.  Each week she had resolved never to do ‘it’ again.  Finally he told her that it would be better for her to start having intercourse to satisfy her desires than to continue committing this most abominable sin.  She must find a man, who was strong enough in the Gospel.  A man who could have intercourse with her without submitting to the temptation of desire and lust, or she would be causing another person to commit sin and possibly loose his soul; she would not want that on her conscience.  With Bible study he had shown her that a woman’s place was to be obedient and submissive to the man who took her.

 

She was more concerned about more practical matters, worldly things he had called them, – humiliation that came from pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or just someone at school finding out.  Marriage was the answer, but she wanted a college, career, and more fun before she made that commitment and she didn’t even know anyone that she would be suitable.

 

Finally when she was desperate enough, he had agreed to help her himself.  The first session had been exquisite.  He had invited her to come in a couple days before her period started, knowing that would be when she was most vulnerable.  They had drank tea, and prayed together.  He had asked her to commit before God that she was willing to give herself to him completely.  If he were going to help save her immortal soul, he wanted assurance that she would give up masturbating, and never fornicate with anyone else.  She had promised on her life and begged him to save her. 

 

All of the sessions with her had been wonderful, and he had loved making her cum, but the first session was never far from his mind.  They had prayed, and then he had led her to the bedroom and ordered her to undress.  She had been shy and uncomfortable, with tears streaking her face as she stood naked before him and he had rebuked her for pride and told her to humble herself before God, then he had laid her on the bed and showed her how to hold her legs open for him.  He had looked at her swollen wet pussy with satisfaction, knowing her body was eager for her first real fucking, even if she were not.  He took off his robe and lay on top of her bringing his penis up to her slit.  She had panicked when she had seen his erection and he had to force her to lie still telling her if she didn’t lie quietly it would hurt her.  He told her to pray and ask God to help her open her pussy, and to make her humble so she might submit completely so she wouldn’t have to be forced.  He had lain on top of her and begun by sliding his cock along her slit stimulating her clit while he rubbed her budding tits. 

 

“It’s ok to masturbate while I’m fucking you if you wish” he had offered.  She shook her head, being to shy, but he held her chin and kissed her pushing his tongue between her lips.  Then he guided her hand between them to her mound.  She gasped when she touched his penis.

 

“Please” she said.  “It’s too big; I don’t want to do this.  I think I want to find someone smaller – maybe a boy my own age.”  Tears were leaking from her eyes and her lower lip quivered but more was leaking from her pussy.

 

“It’s too late for that now.  You made a commitment, and I’m going to fuck you.  If I have to force you it will be painful” he threatened.  He pressed his chest down against her breasts making it harder for her to squirm and moved his hips back.  “It will be easier if you’re aroused.  Rub the end of my penis against your clitoris.” 

 

She did as he commanded her and he began making very tiny thrusts sliding his cock through her hand and pressing the head against her inner lips and tiny button.  That drove her wild.  Her sex drive was obviously a lot stronger than her other emotions even fear, and he knew she would come around with the proper motivation.  She moved her other hand down to her genitals to hold her lips open so he could get at her.  She had learned a lot about how her body worked from masturbating.

 

“It’s time” he said.  “Move my cock down to your hole; I’m going to fuck you.”

 

“I’m scared” she cried.  “I’m too small; I don’t think it will go in.”

 

“Stop crying and do as you’re told” he commanded.  He felt her hips rolling upward as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.  She pushed his penis downward and he moved his hips to bring his manhood forward and between her lips and into her.  As the rim of his glans pushed into her, she gasped and threw her arm around his shoulders spreading her lips open with the other hand.  She had never imagined the intensity of the sensation; partly the feeling of being stretched open, partly the feeling of being rubbed just inside her vagina.  He stopped an inch or so inside her and began short pumping.  Each thrust only touching the hymen.

 

The sensation was driving her crazy.  He lifted off her, supporting himself with his left hand against the bed and grabbing her left leg with his right hand just above the knee and lifted her slightly.   She was almost there with one arm around his neck and rubbing her pussy with her fingers of the other hand.  She was panting and kicking her feet.

 

Young girls were always so much special because it was all so new to them.  As her body started throbbing with her orgasm, he pushed his cock the rest of the way into her popping her cherry.  She screamed and dug her fingers into his shoulder as she slammed her head back against the bed.  The shock, mixed with the pain of having her hymen torn all in the middle of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her ass up as far as his cock and her small vagina would allow and she froze there, not even breathing as the orgasm concluded.

 

He smiled at her; “You are an incredible woman” he said lowering her to the bed as she began trying to catch her breath. 

 

He had fucked her for almost two months before he had her stretched open enough to allow himself to pump her hard enough for him to cum in her.  It had been worth it.  She came to him every Wednesday now and lay on her back, or got on her knees or bent over the corner of the bed for him.  He had eaten her and sucked her nipples.  Her grades had improved and she was taking honors classes.  She had been hoping to get into the local junior college, and now her parents were planning for an Ivy League school and counting on a scholarship.  She had gone out for women’s basket ball and started taking aerobics classes.  He had watched her body develop and his constant sucking her had shaped her nipples.  Even her tiny little clit was growing with the constant attention he gave it. 

 

She said God was blessing her for being obedient.  Well, possibly, or maybe with getting her hormones under control she was able to develop the concentration needed to really excel in her situation.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Barlow” he began.  “What did you think of the sermon?”

 

“Please reverend, call me Jennifer.  Now that my husband is gone, ‘Mrs.’ sounds so… so in appropriate” she requested accepting his extended hand.  “I understand so very little of religious doctrine but I did enjoy your delivery.”

“Possibly you should start a program of gospel study” he suggested.  “This is a time of new beginnings for you, and I would love to see you take your spiritual development seriously.”

 

“I have tried to read my Bible, but don’t understand what I read and I usually fall asleep” she confessed sheepishly.

 

“Possibly I could help” he offered.  “Maybe we could study together, at least to help get you started.”

 

“Thank you reverend, but I could not possibly horde your time that way” she apologized.

 

“My purpose is to look after the spiritual life of the members of this church.  Nothing I could do would be more important than helping you develop spiritually.  I usually study on Sunday evenings, but I could be available whenever your schedule permits, I would love to help if I can.”  He was trying not to sound too eager, but his desire was rising to the surface.  If he got an appointment with her he would excuse himself immediately, to avoid making a fool of himself.

 

“Thank you reverend and tonight would be as good a time as any.  Do you want me to come to the church?” she asked.

 

“I actually have a call on the east side of town this afternoon.  I could come by your place say about eight and we could start our program.”  He said smiling.

 

She thanked him; they always thanked him.  If she only knew what he was going to do to her?  He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bob Ulrich with his hand out.  “I really enjoyed your sermon this morning” he said.  “I wonder if I my wife and I might have a bit of your time this afternoon.  We are having difficulties, and we thought we should speak to you.  Marital problems and we think some spiritual guidance might help.”

 

“Certainly Bob; come by the parsonage this afternoon, say one thirty?” reverend Spillbacks answered as he slapped the man on the shoulder.  He was not certain what that was all about, but usually if it was a man and his wife wanted to talk to him it was something he was very interested in, especially considering his interest in the wife who was a small dark hair woman who was very easy to look at.

 

By the time the coffee talk was over, and the congregation had finally filed out of the church, it was nearly one o’clock.  He usually masturbated after everyone finally left, but decided not to just in case things went well with Jennifer that evening.  When he had first arrived in this sleepy little Midwest town, and did not know anyone he had jacked off twice a day, usually everyday, however, now that he had half a dozen of the women opening for him regularly, and several others opening up occasionally he had almost completely given that up.  Except Sundays; Sunday had been his day to be alone, but not today.  The thought of Jennifer gave him a warm sensation in his groin as he felt his penis begin to respond.

 

He was just finishing a light lunch when he heard a knock at the door.  Mrs. Ulrich was a small woman, barely five feet and probably not one hundred pounds.  Her husband was almost six feet and maybe two twenty-five or two fifty.  He invited them into his study and could not help smile at the thought of the big man fucking the little woman.  She would be completely helpless under him and probably would have a difficult time with the size of his penis.

 

“I’ve just made some tea” the reverend said filling small Chinese cups for the couple.  If there was one characteristic of the people in this small town that exceeded their gullibility, it was their politeness.  They would drink the tea he offered whether they wanted it or not.  He knew it tasted terrible, but they would say nothing, and swallow it even if they had to hold their noses to do so.  It had begun as tea, but he had laced it with testosterone, ground up Viagra and concentrated ginseng root.  In fifteen minutes, they would both be randy as hell, and Mr. Ulrich would have a hard on that could be used as a crow bar to pry her open if he had to.  He doubted that would be necessary as the testosterone and ginseng worked on women as well.  His experience and personal philosophy stated that almost all marital problems could be solved with a good fucking and this little cocktail could usually do the trick.

 

Seated side by side on the couch in front of him, they began with a short prayer.  Barely waiting for the echo of Amen to die out, the wife began explaining that her husband was not satisfying her.  He was having a difficult time getting hard, and when he did make love to her he seldom lasted long enough for her to cum.  The husband sat mortified besides her staring at his shoes as she went on.  Clearly her size was not an indication of her influence in the relationship, and her dominance was humiliating to her husband.  She went on and on explaining how he had trouble staying hard and how he never seemed to initiate things and she always had to tell him what to do.

 

“Excuse me” Spillbacks interrupted turning to the big man.  “How do you feel about all this?”

 

“Well, she’s right” he mumbled looking down at his hands.  “I guess I’m just getting old.”

 

“I’ve made him take Viagra” his wife interrupted.  “I took him to see Doctor Kendal personally, and I watched him swallow the pills, but it didn’t help much.  We’ve been married for five years, and if he can’t do better than this, I just don’t know if I can stay with this.  I think maybe he’s gay or ….” She paused swallowing hard as tears overflowed down her eyes.  “Or, he’s having an affair.”

 

Spillbacks held up his hand to silence her, and addressed her husband.  “Possibly I should speak to each of you individually first” he said.  “Mr. Ulrich would you wait in the outer room?” he said as he rose and opened the door.  He had not wanted the wife to have a chance to offer any objection, and it had worked.  The big man was walking out the door before she got her mouth open to object.

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, do you love your husband?” the reverend asked.

 

“’Do I love him?’  What kind of a question is that; if you had any idea how much I do for that man…” she was waving her arms wildly to make her point.  Spillbacks move to her side on the couch, and gently pressed the tips of his fingers to her lips to silence her.

 

“I didn’t ask what you did for him” he began quietly, “I asked how you feel about him.  Do you feel love for him – do you care about his immortal soul.”

 

The words had hit their mark and transformed her.  She was staring at her hands fidgeting with her ring.  “I do love him reverend.  It’s why I could never leave him, but I just don’t think I can live without intimacy.  I guess I’m not a very good Christian woman, but I need it.”  Tears were filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry” she continued, “but I need it.”

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, he needs it too.  Probably more than you do.”  The reverends voice was soft and they could hear the big man pacing in the hall.  “You’re a very beautiful woman.  If he sticks his cock into that beautiful body of yours, and doesn’t stay hard, there is something really wrong, and no mater how unsatisfying it is for you, I assure you it is worse for him.  It shouldn’t be; I can’t imagine how mounting you could be anything other than absolute bliss.  He is not enjoying sex, and until he does, we have nowhere to go.”

 

Her face had turned bright red, but she was squirming on the couch, embarrassment mixed with arousal.  He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  “How much are you willing to do to save your marriage?” he asked.

 

“I’ll do anything, reverend; I have always been the one who has given.  You have no idea…”  He pressed his fingers to her lips again to silence her.  She looked down embarrassed, but began to realize what the reverend wanted her to change.

 

“For the next six months, I want you to stop initiating sex” he said.

 

“If I don’t initiate…” she began, but again he silenced her gently.

 

“If he wants to save your marriage, he will initiate.  He’s going to fuck you, whenever he wants, wherever he wants and for as long or short as he wants.  You’re going to let him put you into whatever position he wants, and you’re going to be quiet while he fucks you.  You can moan, you can grunt, and you can scream, but you’re not to say a word of complaint, while he’s doing you.”  He was being intentionally crude, and it had the desired effect.  Her mouth opened, her face reddened and a look of shock filled her eyes, but he also noticed her knees were moving like butterfly wings.  “Most of all, you are to tell him you like it, and you are to be obedient to whatever he wants.”

 

“Reverend, that will take all the romance out of our relationship. Love making will become animal lust.”  She said it as a complaint, but the way the words came out they indicated that she was less disgusted than she had intended.  The animal lust was calling to her.

 

“You can have romance at dinner.  You can love each other as you go for walks, or watch the sunset.  You can love each other when you fall asleep in each others arms.  When he fucks you, you are going to be his ‘bitch’” Spillbacks told her.  Shock mixed with horror was on her face.  “For the next six months we are going to encourage him enjoy you.  You are never going to refuse.  Every time you refuse, we are going to extend the duration by two months.  If you don’t figure out how to be obedient quickly, you are going to be a sex slave for a long time.”

 

“I couldn’t possibly enjoy love making like… that” she was adamant, but her voice betrayed her.

 

“If you want him to act like a man, the first thing we have to do is make certain he ‘enjoys’ it.”  Spillbacks paused but continued before she could interrupt.  “I only have one question – do you want to save your marriage?”

 

The question silenced her protests.  The crudeness of what he had said shocked her, but she loved her husband and the fear of loosing him was stronger.  “This is tough love. I know that” he said.  “I want to talk to you husband now.  I want you to wait in the living room.  While you are waiting, I want you to take off your bra and panties so you are naked under your dress.”  He stood up opened the door and called to her husband before she could protest.

 

“Please, Mr. Ulrich, have a seat.”  The reverend motioned him to the couch as he continued to look after his wife, and then the closed door after she left.  The expression on his face showed his concern for her.  She had been shaken by what the minister had said, and now it was his turn.  “Do you love your wife?” Spillbacks asked.

 

“Yes reverend, very much” the big man replied.

 

“Have you been having an affair?” the minister continued the interrogation.

 

“No sir, I have never done anything like that, I swear” the man said defensively.

 

“I am sure you haven’t” the minister assured him.  “However, your wife has the misinformed notion, that a man has limited sexual energy and if he is not fucking her, it is because he is fucking someone else.  As a result, I think your wife suspects you have a mistress.  This is ridicules as libido doesn’t work that way.  Low enthusiasm for sex comes from boredom, not exhaustion.  Usually if a man or woman for that matter has an extramarital affair, it increases the interest in sex, and intimacy with their partner increases.  In your situation it might be better if you had some extramarital activity.”

 

“Reverend, that would be sinful” Ulrich was shocked.

 

“Sin is taken much too seriously” the reverend replied.  “Sins are forgiven everyday, but if you marriage fails it will be far more serious, and your marriage is in trouble.  Your wife is entitled to sex, and lots of it.  You promised to fuck her when you married her and sex is necessary for her health both physically and mentally, and you have not been providing it.  If you want to keep your marriage, you had better do something to change that.”

 

“Well… well, reverend, the mood…”  Ulrich was struggling to get the words out; embarrassment mixed with astonishment had tied a knot in his tongue.

 

“She’s a beautiful woman, she is in good shape, and you should be fucking her at least twice a week.  I don’t care about your mood, I don’t care if you want to or not.  I don’t even care if she wants to and neither should you.  You open her legs and shove your meat into her and keep it there until you have filled her.  What do you think your marriage commitment was all about?  You start fucking her regularly, or she’ll be looking to get her pussy serviced somewhere else, and I won’t blame her.”  The reverend was stern leaving no room for argument.  “What’s the matter, don’t you think her tits are big enough or something?”

 

“Ahh….Ah no, her tits… I mean breasts are fine.”  Mr. Ulrich was flustered by the directness and possibly by the obvious erection he was developing.  The tea had had the desired effect, but both of them would think it was the counseling session and the erotic subject that had turned them on.

 

“Good,” he said standing to open the door to invite the wife to return.  She was hastily stuffing something into her purse.  As she walked, he could see she had removed her bra as her breasts were swinging freely with her steps.  He wondered if she had guessed what was coming.  As she passed him in the doorway he could smell she was ready.

 

“For the next six months” he began speaking to Mrs. Ulrich. “Bob is going to screw you at least twice a week.  He’s going to tell you when he wants to fuck and you are going to submit completely.  You are going to do whatever you are told.  This is a new church law.  You are going to meet with me each Sunday afternoon and you are going to report if he has fulfilled his obligations.”  Mr. Ulrich had become timid in his wife presence, and was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants.  “You are going to submit to him whenever he wants it and do exactly as you are told” he said directing his comments to the woman.  At first Mr. Ulrich was mortified, but he became bolder when he saw his wife silently nodding obediently.  “I’ll bet she’s a good fuck, isn’t she.  Does she squirm when you take her or does she just lay there and let you pump?” the reverend asked Mr. Ulrich.

 

“Well… well, she usually kind of… well you know.” The big man smiled out of embarrassment and could not put words together not certain if he was supposed to answer or not he looked at his wife for instructions, but found her looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap.

 

The minister picked up a pillow and laid it on the corner of the big table in the room.  “Come over here Mrs. Ulrich” he commanded.  She stood timidly and walked over to where he indicated.  He positioned her with the rounded corner of the table against her pussy and told her to bend over.  She looked at him shock and defiance on her face, but before she could object he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her causing her to fall forward onto the pillow, her feet lifting off the floor.  She began to protest, but the minister bent over and whispered “Not one word or it will be eight months.”

 

Mr. Ulrich stepped forward partially thinking to rescue his wife, but not at all certain how or from what, and she wasn’t complaining, the reverend wasn’t actually hurting her and he had no idea why the reverend had done that.

 

With his free hand, the minister pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to her husband.  Mr. Ulrich’s mouth fell open and he stared at his naked wife’s bottom.  “What a hick” Spillbacks thought.  “I’ll bet he’s never even seen a naked pussy before.  He probably only fucks in the dark with his eyes closed.”

 

The reverend reached out and grabbed Mr. Ulrich’s pants by the waist band and pulled him closer working the button free as he did so.  “Take out your penis and fuck her” the minister commanded.  Ulrich did not know what to do – his common sense said he should get his wife out of there, but lust, embarrassment and confusion had left him completely confused as he pulled his pants down and approached the wet waiting pussy. 

 

“Tell her to spread her leg” the minister commanded.  Mrs. Ulrich did not wait to hear from her husband but moved her thighs open pulling her knees under the table fearing minister would force her if she did not cooperate.  In his state of confusion and arousal, Mr. Ulrich took this as a sign of desire.

 

The creed of the mid west said ‘when you don’t know what to do, do as you’re told’ so he bent over her and shoved his cock into her.

 

She moaned as he went in.  “She likes it” he thought as he began pumping.  Once inside her all thoughts of rescuing her were gone.  She was the obedient little woman he had fantasized about since he was twelve.  Spillbacks released her neck and she tried to push herself up, but her husband forced her back down holding her still while he rubbed his cock in her soft wet hole.  His breathing was coming hard and fast and he felt the excitement all down his back and legs as he began fucking her harder, slamming into her with each thrust of his hips.

 

It took only a few minutes before he was finished and began filling her hole.  With the orgasm came a return to reality and embarrassment.  Ulrich pulled out of his wife and turned his back to do up his pants while the minister helped her to the couch to lie down.  Guilt at having enjoyed himself in a woman was burning holes in the pleasure he had enjoyed.

 

Reverend Spillbacks put his arm around the big man’s shoulder.  “You did well my son.  That’s exactly what God, the church, your wife and I all expect of you, don’t let us down.”  The big man nodded.  The minister’s words taking the sting of what he had just done to the woman he loved.  “Do you really love her?” the minister asked. 

 

Mr. Ulrich nodded.

 

“You liked it didn’t you?” Spillbacks continued.

 

Again the husband nodded.

 

“God gave you those feelings so you would service his daughters.  The Bible says it is a joy to be in the service of your God.  The devil gives you this guilt.  You must put it away” the minister said sternly.

 

Again the big man nodded.

 

“Go home now” the minister said.  “Your wife needs to rest and clean up and I want to have a word with her.  I have to go to Homer this evening and I will drop her by your place on the way.”

 

Again the husband nodded as he walked through the door the minister held open for him, glad for the opportunity to get away from the situation and the woman he had just fucked without having to look at her and be reminded that it was his wife.

 

“How are you feeling” he asked as walked to the couch where the woman lay curled in a fetal position.  She turned to look at him; tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation of being fucked in front of him, but the look in her eyes told a different story.  The drugs in the tea, and the ten minutes of fucking had left her in desperate need of serious sex. 

 

The minister was very tempted to pull out his cock and finish her there on the couch, but he had a different plan for her.  He was not certain how she would respond to being fucked and violating her marriage vows even though he was positive she would not refuse him now, he could not be certain how she would react tomorrow.  Women were funny that way.                               

 

There were dozens of ways to fuck a woman, only a couple of which violated the marriage covenant.  He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and gently rubbed the edge of her lips.

 

“No” she whispered between the quiet sobs, but he ignored her, turning her onto her back.  He slowly moved around her labia as she opened her legs for him.  Her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.  It would be so easy to make her climax, but he wanted it to last.

 

She slid a hand along her stomach to rub her breast, lifting her dress as she went.  With his free hand he pulled the dress up exposing the rest of her chest.  His lips engulfed her nipple as he pushed his fingers up her cunt and his thumb uncovered her clit.  She was screaming now, thrusting her hips trying to force his fingers to touch her G spot.  He rubbed her, teased her, and tormented her until she was screaming.

 

Her legs clamped shut, crushing his hand inside her.  She lifted her shoulders off the sofa, with her chin forced against her chest and her knees pulled up to the back of his head as he sucked at her breast.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as she trembled.  The orgasm was washing over her and she could not stop it.

 

He had met his objectives with her.  Her husband would fuck her hard and leave her horny and half finished.  She would come to him, and he would pet her and eat her and play with her.  He had a vibrator her would put in her and after a week or two, he would take her into the bedroom and put his cock in her.  By then she would be so addicted to him she would not object, and would never make trouble for him.

 

He left her sleep on the couch for an hour or so after her orgasm, and then led her to the bathroom where she could shower and clean up.  With luck her husband would use her again that night or tomorrow before the drugs completely wore off.  Her experience with him would definitely compare favorably.

 

Just before they left, he knelt in prayer with her.  He had been ready with a list of scriptural arguments to showed how what he had done to her was completely within the bounds of the law and it was her right as a daughter of God to enjoy what he had given her.  He could convince the Sister Teresa herself that God wanted her to spread her legs; these hicks were barely a challenge.  None of it had been necessary with Mrs. Ulrich.  She was a devote woman who would remain so unless it interfered with her sexual needs.  She would be just fine.

 

“Take this” he told her handing her a small bottle of water based lubricant.  “A couple drops on your lips before he mounts will make it a lot more comfortable.”  He paused and looked into her eyes.  “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your husband needs to learn to enjoy fucking you or he will give up on you all together.”

 

She nodded and kissed him.  “Call me” the minister admonished.  “Anytime, day or night, and I will meet with you.  We will get through this together.”

 

The drive to the farm was very pleasant.  Mrs. Ulrich sat close to him and held his arm resting her head on his shoulder.  “I love my husband” she said, “but I will need your help if I am going to save my marriage.”

 

He turned is head and kissed the top of her head before they rounded the corner and became visible form the farm yard.

 

 “Thank you for seeing me Mrs.…. Jennifer” he corrected himself in response to her expression as she took his coat and led him into the living room.

 

“Were should we begin?” she asked.

 

“Let’s begin with a prayer” he suggested as he knelt down on the floor.  “Would you pray for us?” he asked as she followed him to her knees.  He opened his eyes as she began to pray and stared at her.  After the afternoon session with Sally Kendal, he was extremely randy, and looking at her aroused him even more.  She was in her late thirties, but had never been pregnant and was still in good shape.  Her husband had been much older than her and had had heart trouble for years before he died.  He doubted she had been used very hard in years if ever.  He stared at her with her head bowed and eyes closed.  The arch of her back, the round hips, and the breasts all fit together well.  If things went well, he would be inside her in another hour or so and the thought caused his penis to engorge.

 

“Let’s turn to Genesis chapter 38, start with verse 6” he suggested as he opened his bible and handed it to her indicating the passage he wanted her to read.

 

Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. ⁷ But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.

 

“Please explain to me what happened here in your own words” he commanded.

 

“Well, Judah got a wife for his eldest son Er but he was wicked, and God killed him” she answered.

 

“What do you think it means ‘wicked in the LORD's sight’?” the reverend asked.

 

“I don’t know, I suppose he commit sins” she answered.

 

“He had been who he was for his whole life” the reverend replied, “but he gets married, and then he is so evil that God kills him.  Why all of a sudden now does he get put to death?  I think his sins must be related to the way he treated his wife, don’t you think.”

 

Her face brightened into a smile, as the understanding dawned on her.  “Do you think he hit her, or maybe he cheated on her?” she asked.

 

“Actually, the bible is full of instances of when men disciplined their wives, and it was not considered sinful.  I think it must have been something other than violence.  The men of the bible had many wives, and slaves that they used regularly.  Adultery, is a sin, but I think a minor one, and so I suspect it must have been something else.” the reverend corrected her.  “Please read the next couple verses.”

 

She looked at him with respect and awe.  He understood so much, and more important, he was helping her to understand so much more than she ever had.

 

Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." ⁹ But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. ¹⁰ What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.

 

Understanding dawned in her eyes.  “Her husband had not made love to her – at least not properly” she said.

 

“Exactly right” Spillbacks responded.  “I don’t think they were married very long.  I think her husband didn’t want her to get pregnant, as he wanted to use her for a while before he knocked her up, so he practiced birth control.  She was probably a beautiful young woman.  He pulled out of her before he came.  What other methods could her husband have used?”

 

“Maybe abstinence” she ventured.

 

“Yes” Spillbacks replied.  “God expects women to be serviced, either by their husbands, or if not husbands, He selects other men to service them.  It says here Onan spilled his semen on the ground.  He probably pumped her until he was nearly ready to cum, then he pulled out of her to ejaculate.  Possibly he made her suck him off to finish.  Or, of course, he may have sodomized her.  Why do you think he did that?  Why do you think he didn’t want to breed Tamar?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.  She was shocked by the frank sexual discussion, but the reverend had talked plainly to her and she did not want to appear as a child so she did not show her reaction.  She was also becoming aroused, though she would not admit it to even herself.

 

“Most books explain that it was customary for the first born to receive the inheritance.  With his older brother dead with no children, he was in line to get the lion’s share of the family wealth.  If Tamar had a son he would loose out.  I think differently.  I think he knew he would have to keep fucking her until it took.  Her son would inherit and there was nothing he could do about that.  I think it was much simpler – I think she was a beautiful woman and he wanted to enjoy her for a few months or maybe even a year before he was done with her” the reverend explained.

 

She nodded without saying anything.  The word ‘fucking’ coming from his lips had shocked her, but she tried not to let it show.  It also aroused her and she unconsciously opened her legs a little.  With this Spillbacks caught the first whiff of her pussy, and knew he was making real progress with her.   He had thought he would not get her on their first session, but he now revised his expectations upward.

 

“In this age we get concerned about sex as a sin.  I think we are wrong there.  A careful study of the scriptures shows that the real sin is leaving a woman empty.  In the next few verses, we find that Judah himself, her father in-law, fucked her, and this is proclaimed to be what God expected.”  The reverend went on as she hung on every word.  He laid his hand on her knee just below the hem of her dress and applied a slight pressure causing her to open her legs a little.  “How long has it been since you have had intercourse?” he asked.

 

Her face reddened with embarrassment.  “My husband was very ill” she said. “He had a difficult time for the last year so.”

 

“Have you been masturbating?” he asked.

 

She hung her head and silence; not able to meet his eyes.  “I can’t help it” she cried.  “I try to be good, but I can get so… so…. You know horny.”

 

“How do you think Tamar was fucked?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know” she replied.  “I assumed they would use the missionary position.”

 

“I think she was entered from behind” he told her.  “These men were farmers and herdsmen.  They worked with sheep and goats, horses and other animals.  They held the mares and pulled their tails to the side so the stallions could mount them.  They watched the male animals shove their penises into the female animals almost every day.  I think they went back to their women and ordered them to get on their knees.  Back then the women obeyed, or they were forced.”

 

By the time he finished she was breathing heavily through her mouth.  He slid his hand up her leg along her inner thigh.  She slid forward on the couch causing her skirt to slide up her legs and spread them.

 

He looked into her eyes.  “Are you an obedient servant?” he asked.  She nodded closing her mouth to swallow.  “I think it is so important to for you to understand what Tamar was feeling and what happened to her.  There is much to learn in this scripture.  What do you think Tamar felt while she waited for Onan to come fuck her?”

 

“I think she was afraid” Jennifer replied.

 

“I agree” the reverend said.  “Her husband had been a wicked man.  She almost certainly had been a virgin the first time Er used her, and she would not have expected his brother to be gentler.  She certainly was not expecting foreplay.  She was a religious woman and probably was praying on her knees waiting for him when he came to her.  Possibly Onan brought another woman, a slave girl, with him to hold her down if she struggled.”

 

Reverend Spillbacks stood up and extended his hand to help her rise.  He led her down the hall to the bed room and swung the door open for her.  She walked through the door into the room.

 

“What do you think she wore while she waited to be bred?” he asked.  She stared at him.  His presence was over powering.  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready. Think about what she prayed for and what she was feeling as she waited to be penetrated.”

 

She walked into the room and felt the door close behind her.  She didn’t know what to do; her minister wanted to fuck her.  The thought made her vagina tighten and she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.  Her mind was questioning what she was doing as she unzipped the tight skirt and pulled it and her panties down to her ankles.  In smooth motion she stepped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes.  With a bare foot she kicked her clothes into the corner. Her mind was screaming this was wrong, but knelt at the corner of the bed with her ass pointing toward the door.  She folded her hands between her breasts and closed her eyes.  Light flooded into the room from the hall as the door swung open.

 

He stepped into the room and saw her kneeling in front of him.  He was naked.  He approached and knelt behind her, his hands sliding around her covering her nipples.  He closed his eyes and pressed his cock against the crack in her ass.  She was about to protest, her training about morality forcing its way through the fog his words and the lust had created.

 

“Pray as I tell you” he said.  “Dear Lord.” He waited for her to repeat his words.  Ever since she was a little girl, she had closed her eyes whenever a prayer was said and turned her entire attention to the prayer.  All thoughts of protest were drowned by her training.   The words came to her lips.

 

“Dear Lord” she repeated.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” Spillbacks continued.  He took her hand and guided it around her hip between their bodies and wrapped her finger around his penis.  She gasped.  He was a lot bigger than her husband and he was rock hard.  She lifted her hips sliding forward onto the bed and bent the penis down to position the head at the mouth of her tunnel.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” she continued.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the reverend continued as he pushed the tip of his cock into her and pulled her hand away.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the crudeness offended her, but she had just asked to be made obedient.  Tears were filling her eyes and her voice choked up as her voice whispered the words.  She wanted to run away, but his hands held her and she knew her chance to leave was past.

 

“Amen” he finished placing his hand on the small of her back and forcing her forward and down against the bed.  She turned her head to one side to lay her cheek against the mattress and arch her back.  She spread her legs around the corner of the bed and whispered the final word knowing what was to follow.

 

“Amen” she whispered.  The word was cut short by a groan as the entire length of his cock was forced into her cunt and he began hard pumping her.  Each thrust brought a grunt as her body was forced forward on the bed despite his hand on her back and the other squeezing her breast attempting to hold her still while he fucked her.  Each thrust slammed his hips into her ass cheeks.  He was pumping her too hard and too fast for her to enjoy the experience.  She could do nothing but grip the bed and wait while he used her.

 

Spillbacks had planned to be gentle with her; coax her into bed and give her a long slow gentle fucking where she would come over and over again.  He had planned to give her a good time that she would want more and more of, but the excitement of the afternoon, and the ease with which she had submitted had changed his mind.  She was his bitch and he was going to enjoy her.  He had lost all interest in what she wanted.  This was risky. He was almost certain she would continue to cooperate and let him continue to dominate her, but he could not be positive like he was when he made the women cum.  He would have to make certain she was his.

 

It had only been ten or fifteen minutes before he could no longer control the need to release.  Just as he started to cum, he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and holding his penis with one hand pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.  Not hard enough to enter her, but enough so she would feel it.  The shudders went through him as he stroked his cock.  The sweet release came and he collapsed against her back ejaculating load after load of semen from his cock.  Most of it squirted out into her ass crack and ran down her legs onto the carpet, but from the shock that he felt go through her body, he figured he must have gotten some of it inside her rectum.  Finished, he stood up and left the room.

 

In the hallway he picked up his clothes and went to the living room where he waited until he heard the shower.  She was cleaning up.  “God that was a good fuck” he whispered to himself.  “What a sweet little whore.”  He pulled on his under-ware, and folded the rest of his clothes before returning to the bedroom.  He turned the bed down and sat in the dark waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

 

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out naked, rubbing the towel under her breasts to dry her body.  Her eyes were blind to the darkness and she did not see him approach her.  She screamed from fright and shock when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to startle you” he said in a quiet voice as he brushed he hair from her face.

 

“I’m ok” she said trying to move the towel up to cover her breasts.  “I thought you had gone.”

 

“I wanted you to truly understand the scripture.  I feel the spirit telling me this is very important for you.”  He gently took the towel from her and led her to the bed.  “Do you understand what Tamar felt?” he asked as they sat on the bed together his arm around her shoulder.  He reached over to the night stand beside the bed, turned on the light, and handed her the open Bible.  “Read the passage I have marked.”

 

When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," ¹⁴ she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.
¹⁵ When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. ¹⁶ Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you."
"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked.
¹⁷ "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said.
"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.
¹⁸ He said, "What pledge should I give you?"
"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. ¹⁹ After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.

 

“She was quite a woman wasn’t she?” he said when she finished the passage.  “She knew what God expected of her.  Judah and his sons were prophets, the men of God and she knew she was supposed to submit her body to them.  They weren’t very nice to her, but still she was obedient.”

 

“I think I understand” she said as he took her shoulders and laid her back onto the bed.  He bent over her and kissed her; gently at first then with more passion.  He could sense the arousal building in her as he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulders.  He began massaging her breasts.  Not hard and rough as he had done earlier, but gently teasing her delicate nipples into erection.  She spread her legs as his lips moved to suck her breast, and his finger moved to her pussy.

 

Within minutes, she was wet and ready and moved down to eat her and fuck her with his tongue.  She would have come a dozen times, if he had let her but each time she came to the edge, he would back away, or change focus.  He worked on her until she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed like a beached fish.  By the time he took out his cock and pulled her on top of him she was desperate to get it inside of her.  She grabbed it in her right hand and positioned it to the mouth of her cunt.  Steadying herself with her left hand against his shoulder, she thrust her ass down against him taking the full penis into her pussy. 

 

She sawed up and down on the full length of his cock violently until she could hold back the flood no longer.  “Ohhh God…. Oh God” she screamed.  The orgasm erupted in her and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders and then she collapsed onto him. 

 

Suddenly the room was deathly silent.  Spillbacks could hear her heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing was deep and slow.  She stretched out her legs and collapsed completely on top of him.

 

“We have sinned, haven’t we reverend” she said finally.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous” he replied.  “God made your body and he made mine and He gave us the capability to feel sexual pleasure.  He expects us to use it.  In most things He gave us complete free will; however regarding sex He gave all men and women unending and often overpowering desire.  Use you head girl, do you think He is displeased with us?    Examine how you feel right now and tell me you thing we have sinned.”

 

“But what about the commandments in the Bible?” she asked.

 

“You need to study the Bible more” he said. “The Puritanical concepts about sex don’t come from the Bible; they come for a group of religious perverts who probably never really read the Bible, or if they did they lied about what it said.”  He took a deep breath to calm himself.  Ever since seminary when he had actually studied the word of God, the actual Bible, and not what other people said it said, this had been an emotional issue for him, but he knew he was not going to explain the truths that he had studied over the past eight years before she feel asleep.  “The Bible says many things that people could argue about.  For every passage that tells us to abstain, there are probably half a dozen that tell us that we should not abstain.  Look at the lives of the prophets; the people who God directed daily.  God commanded them to have many wives and concubines.  Why do you suppose He did that?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.

 

“Do you thing God commanded these great men to take these women and then they didn’t fuck them?” he asked.  “Gee God, these women are really pretty and all, but I don’t think I should touch them, because I don’t want to fornicate.”

 

She giggled.  “Alright, you’re the expert” she said, “Why?”

 

“The first commandment God gave to people was to engage in sex.”  His voice was quiet, almost reverent for the profound truth that had nearly gotten him expelled from the seminary.  “God expects it of us.  In Biblical times, women were not always treated very well.  They were bought and sold and used like property.  Often abused and killed when they were no longer of value to their owner.  I don’t think God likes this.  I think God expects both men and women to have satisfying sexual experiences.  I think that’s more important than just about anything else.  When circumstances put women in a position of being unable to achieve sexual fulfillment and God finds an honorable man, a man with a good heart, He often gives him added responsibility.  Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, and probably the greatest lover and poet as well had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines – that’s women that he fucked regularly, but never married.”

 

“What about a woman having more than one man” she asked.  “What does God think of this?”

 

“Oh, that happens all the time; Tamar, that we read about, for example.  Or, even Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, the son of God, and then married Joseph who took care of her for the rest of her life because I suppose God was preoccupied.”  He was preaching again.  “From all my study, I don’t think God ever intended for people to be monogamous.  I think he intended that we should take care of each other; physically, emotionally and sexually.”

 

She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep on his shoulder.  He held her for nearly an hour before sliding out of bed and making his way home.

 

Epilog

Bob Ulrich watched his wife climb the stairs carrying a load of clean clothes from the laundry room in the basement.  He watched her ass move as she walked and could not stop thinking about what he had seen of her that afternoon.  For the last few hours he had been rehearsing in his mind.  The reverend had said it was his responsibility to service her and more than just responsibility, he wanted to fuck her.  Not make love to her; not wait on her willingness and certainly not beg her, but fuck her.  Fuck her like he had that afternoon.

 

He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs, taking the heavy basket from her as he caught up.

 

“Thank you” she said cheerfully.  She had been quiet all evening since the minister had dropped her off.  Bob had thought it was because of what he had done to her.  He had been wrong; in her entire life she had never cum the way she had when Ulrich had touched her.  Technically, it had not been a adultery; technically, it had not really different from her annual visits with the gynecologists, but it had been different.  Most of all, she wanted more.

 

“Go to the bedroom and get yourself ready” her husband commanded.  He had had a hard time getting out the words.  He had wanted to sound forceful and dominate.  For him the most sexually exciting thing of the afternoon had been when she had tried to straighten up and he had forced her head back down while he was fucking her.  He wanted that feeling again, but he had choked on the words.  He almost followed the order with an apology.

 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she looked at the floor as she walked to the bed room.  Bob Ulrich looked after her.  He had not been certain what she would do.  He had not thought he had sounded very manly, but she had gone to the bedroom as he had told her too.  She was in there stripping right now.  Well, maybe she wasn’t used to having him order her around, but he was a man and he had a right take her.  He set the basket on the folding table, and went after her.

 

When he opened the bedroom door she was just pulling her panties down.  She lay down and moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs.  She was still wearing her blouse and he toyed with telling her to take it off, but seeing her bush he decided he didn’t want to wait.  He crawled up on the bed between her knees, and undid his belt.  His penis was hard and he reached through the hole in his underwear to take it out and stretched out on top of her.  He guided his cock up to her hole and shoved it into her.  She was slick and slippery; she wanted it.  She was ready to fuck.  She must be getting off on this dominate approach of his.

 

His body completely covered her.  His full belly pressed down on her stomach making it hard for her to breath and impossible for her to move.  He was moving his hips and pumping her.  The top of her head was just under his chin.  He grunted with every thrust as he fucked her.

 

She lay under him with her legs up and open, barely able to get them around his over sized waist.  He was sweaty and his arm pits smelled.  If it had gone on for very long, she would have been sick, but it didn’t last very long.  It was over in minutes and she had seamen in her pussy.  He rolled off her and pulled his pants up and went back down stairs to watch television.

 

She lay on the bed waiting while his sweat dried on her body and the seamen drained out of her pussy.  Tears leaked out of her eyes.  She wanted her marriage to work, and she loved that big lug, she didn’t even mind him fucking her.  Actually, if it made him happy, she didn’t mind at all, but the thought that that was the only sex she would have for the rest of her life she just couldn’t bear it.  She took a shower and picked up the phone.

 

While driving back to the church, his cell phone rang.  “Hello” Spillbacks answered.  “God is so proud of you, why don’t you come in to see me tomorrow morning.  I understand your frustration, I think if we pray about this it will be able to find an answer.”

 

He made his way through the well wishers drinking coffee and chatting about the implications of that morning’s sermon, careful not to become too involved in any particular conversation.  He knew Jennifer would be in the group and would not hurry home, but wanted to make certain he talked to her.  It was a delicate balancing act of wanting to seem extremely interested in conversations without actually getting involved or staying too long with any particular group.  He felt a tug on his arm; someone grabbed him just above the elbow.  “Oh hello Mrs. Cuddle” he said turning to see the handsome woman in her early thirties looking up at him.  “Reverend Spillbacks,” she said looking up at him, “I want to thank you for coming to my home to minister to us last week.  I so want to thank you for the blessing you gave me.  My husband and I were wondering if you might come for a late supper on Tuesday.”  The Reverend knew that her husband would not be present.  He had begun visiting the Cuddle family about six months ago.  The husband and wife were unofficially separated with “irreconcilable differences.”  The man traveled a lot with work, and she was often left alone.  The almost constant separation resulted in the wife being left alone for long periods without male companionship which had caused a strain on their relationship.  The reverend’s visits had been under the guise of encouraging reconciliation and had done much to reduce the source of conflict.  He had met almost exclusively with the wife on a weekly basis for bible study, prayer, and as she put it ministering to her needs as a woman.  “Of course, about 7:30” he said taking her hand.  “Go with God, sister.” 

 

He turned right to avoid Cassandra, but not in time.  She had seen him and was making her way toward him.  She wanted to make certain that he would be available for their weekly prayer session.  He had told her that confirmation was not necessary and it was best to keep their meetings confidential to avoid becoming the subject of the gossip that went through a small church group, but her needs were strong and her confidence was not.  It seemed she needed the constant reassurance that he would be there for her when she needed support.  As she got close, he made eye contact and mouthed “Wednesday after school.”  She had winked, and smiled at him.  She was deeply grateful for his help and support and thought they were being so clever keeping a secret from everyone else in the world.

 

She had come to him almost a year ago when he first accepted the ministry and moved to this small community.  She had been an average student but lately her grades were shipping.  She had come racked with guilt and needed to confess her sins to someone.  She was now almost fifteen, but when she had hit puberty, she had been hit with a flood of emotions and lust that she didn’t understand.  She had begun staring at boys, having sexual dreams.  A year later, she had started masturbating, and could not stop.  She had hoped he would tell her it was not a serious sin and she should not worry about it.  He had done just the opposite and condemned her not only for fornication, but also for pride, and deceit lying both to God and herself.  He had quoted her scriptures – about a man committing adultery in his heart, being worse than if he commit it in the flesh.  “It is better that a man spill his seed in the belly of a whore than on the sand of the sea” he had quoted proverbs to her. He had made the case that the sex drive in men was so much stronger, than in women and since all men could only have sex with the permission of women, it was doubly difficult for men, but it was what God expected of them.  God certainly expected more of her; he had made her cry. 

 

He told her she had to stop her sinfulness, and week after week she had come back to him tearfully complaining that she had tried to exercise control, but she could not.  Each week she had resolved never to do ‘it’ again.  Finally he told her that it would be better for her to start having intercourse to satisfy her desires than to continue committing this most abominable sin.  She must find a man, who was strong enough in the Gospel.  A man who could have intercourse with her without submitting to the temptation of desire and lust, or she would be causing another person to commit sin and possibly loose his soul; she would not want that on her conscience.  With Bible study he had shown her that a woman’s place was to be obedient and submissive to the man who took her.

 

She was more concerned about more practical matters, worldly things he had called them, – humiliation that came from pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or just someone at school finding out.  Marriage was the answer, but she wanted a college, career, and more fun before she made that commitment and she didn’t even know anyone that she would be suitable.

 

Finally when she was desperate enough, he had agreed to help her himself.  The first session had been exquisite.  He had invited her to come in a couple days before her period started, knowing that would be when she was most vulnerable.  They had drank tea, and prayed together.  He had asked her to commit before God that she was willing to give herself to him completely.  If he were going to help save her immortal soul, he wanted assurance that she would give up masturbating, and never fornicate with anyone else.  She had promised on her life and begged him to save her. 

 

All of the sessions with her had been wonderful, and he had loved making her cum, but the first session was never far from his mind.  They had prayed, and then he had led her to the bedroom and ordered her to undress.  She had been shy and uncomfortable, with tears streaking her face as she stood naked before him and he had rebuked her for pride and told her to humble herself before God, then he had laid her on the bed and showed her how to hold her legs open for him.  He had looked at her swollen wet pussy with satisfaction, knowing her body was eager for her first real fucking, even if she were not.  He took off his robe and lay on top of her bringing his penis up to her slit.  She had panicked when she had seen his erection and he had to force her to lie still telling her if she didn’t lie quietly it would hurt her.  He told her to pray and ask God to help her open her pussy, and to make her humble so she might submit completely so she wouldn’t have to be forced.  He had lain on top of her and begun by sliding his cock along her slit stimulating her clit while he rubbed her budding tits. 

 

“It’s ok to masturbate while I’m fucking you if you wish” he had offered.  She shook her head, being to shy, but he held her chin and kissed her pushing his tongue between her lips.  Then he guided her hand between them to her mound.  She gasped when she touched his penis.

 

“Please” she said.  “It’s too big; I don’t want to do this.  I think I want to find someone smaller – maybe a boy my own age.”  Tears were leaking from her eyes and her lower lip quivered but more was leaking from her pussy.

 

“It’s too late for that now.  You made a commitment, and I’m going to fuck you.  If I have to force you it will be painful” he threatened.  He pressed his chest down against her breasts making it harder for her to squirm and moved his hips back.  “It will be easier if you’re aroused.  Rub the end of my penis against your clitoris.” 

 

She did as he commanded her and he began making very tiny thrusts sliding his cock through her hand and pressing the head against her inner lips and tiny button.  That drove her wild.  Her sex drive was obviously a lot stronger than her other emotions even fear, and he knew she would come around with the proper motivation.  She moved her other hand down to her genitals to hold her lips open so he could get at her.  She had learned a lot about how her body worked from masturbating.

 

“It’s time” he said.  “Move my cock down to your hole; I’m going to fuck you.”

 

“I’m scared” she cried.  “I’m too small; I don’t think it will go in.”

 

“Stop crying and do as you’re told” he commanded.  He felt her hips rolling upward as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.  She pushed his penis downward and he moved his hips to bring his manhood forward and between her lips and into her.  As the rim of his glans pushed into her, she gasped and threw her arm around his shoulders spreading her lips open with the other hand.  She had never imagined the intensity of the sensation; partly the feeling of being stretched open, partly the feeling of being rubbed just inside her vagina.  He stopped an inch or so inside her and began short pumping.  Each thrust only touching the hymen.

 

The sensation was driving her crazy.  He lifted off her, supporting himself with his left hand against the bed and grabbing her left leg with his right hand just above the knee and lifted her slightly.   She was almost there with one arm around his neck and rubbing her pussy with her fingers of the other hand.  She was panting and kicking her feet.

 

Young girls were always so much special because it was all so new to them.  As her body started throbbing with her orgasm, he pushed his cock the rest of the way into her popping her cherry.  She screamed and dug her fingers into his shoulder as she slammed her head back against the bed.  The shock, mixed with the pain of having her hymen torn all in the middle of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her ass up as far as his cock and her small vagina would allow and she froze there, not even breathing as the orgasm concluded.

 

He smiled at her; “You are an incredible woman” he said lowering her to the bed as she began trying to catch her breath. 

 

He had fucked her for almost two months before he had her stretched open enough to allow himself to pump her hard enough for him to cum in her.  It had been worth it.  She came to him every Wednesday now and lay on her back, or got on her knees or bent over the corner of the bed for him.  He had eaten her and sucked her nipples.  Her grades had improved and she was taking honors classes.  She had been hoping to get into the local junior college, and now her parents were planning for an Ivy League school and counting on a scholarship.  She had gone out for women’s basket ball and started taking aerobics classes.  He had watched her body develop and his constant sucking her had shaped her nipples.  Even her tiny little clit was growing with the constant attention he gave it. 

 

She said God was blessing her for being obedient.  Well, possibly, or maybe with getting her hormones under control she was able to develop the concentration needed to really excel in her situation.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Barlow” he began.  “What did you think of the sermon?”

 

“Please reverend, call me Jennifer.  Now that my husband is gone, ‘Mrs.’ sounds so… so in appropriate” she requested accepting his extended hand.  “I understand so very little of religious doctrine but I did enjoy your delivery.”

“Possibly you should start a program of gospel study” he suggested.  “This is a time of new beginnings for you, and I would love to see you take your spiritual development seriously.”

 

“I have tried to read my Bible, but don’t understand what I read and I usually fall asleep” she confessed sheepishly.

 

“Possibly I could help” he offered.  “Maybe we could study together, at least to help get you started.”

 

“Thank you reverend, but I could not possibly horde your time that way” she apologized.

 

“My purpose is to look after the spiritual life of the members of this church.  Nothing I could do would be more important than helping you develop spiritually.  I usually study on Sunday evenings, but I could be available whenever your schedule permits, I would love to help if I can.”  He was trying not to sound too eager, but his desire was rising to the surface.  If he got an appointment with her he would excuse himself immediately, to avoid making a fool of himself.

 

“Thank you reverend and tonight would be as good a time as any.  Do you want me to come to the church?” she asked.

 

“I actually have a call on the east side of town this afternoon.  I could come by your place say about eight and we could start our program.”  He said smiling.

 

She thanked him; they always thanked him.  If she only knew what he was going to do to her?  He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bob Ulrich with his hand out.  “I really enjoyed your sermon this morning” he said.  “I wonder if I my wife and I might have a bit of your time this afternoon.  We are having difficulties, and we thought we should speak to you.  Marital problems and we think some spiritual guidance might help.”

 

“Certainly Bob; come by the parsonage this afternoon, say one thirty?” reverend Spillbacks answered as he slapped the man on the shoulder.  He was not certain what that was all about, but usually if it was a man and his wife wanted to talk to him it was something he was very interested in, especially considering his interest in the wife who was a small dark hair woman who was very easy to look at.

 

By the time the coffee talk was over, and the congregation had finally filed out of the church, it was nearly one o’clock.  He usually masturbated after everyone finally left, but decided not to just in case things went well with Jennifer that evening.  When he had first arrived in this sleepy little Midwest town, and did not know anyone he had jacked off twice a day, usually everyday, however, now that he had half a dozen of the women opening for him regularly, and several others opening up occasionally he had almost completely given that up.  Except Sundays; Sunday had been his day to be alone, but not today.  The thought of Jennifer gave him a warm sensation in his groin as he felt his penis begin to respond.

 

He was just finishing a light lunch when he heard a knock at the door.  Mrs. Ulrich was a small woman, barely five feet and probably not one hundred pounds.  Her husband was almost six feet and maybe two twenty-five or two fifty.  He invited them into his study and could not help smile at the thought of the big man fucking the little woman.  She would be completely helpless under him and probably would have a difficult time with the size of his penis.

 

“I’ve just made some tea” the reverend said filling small Chinese cups for the couple.  If there was one characteristic of the people in this small town that exceeded their gullibility, it was their politeness.  They would drink the tea he offered whether they wanted it or not.  He knew it tasted terrible, but they would say nothing, and swallow it even if they had to hold their noses to do so.  It had begun as tea, but he had laced it with testosterone, ground up Viagra and concentrated ginseng root.  In fifteen minutes, they would both be randy as hell, and Mr. Ulrich would have a hard on that could be used as a crow bar to pry her open if he had to.  He doubted that would be necessary as the testosterone and ginseng worked on women as well.  His experience and personal philosophy stated that almost all marital problems could be solved with a good fucking and this little cocktail could usually do the trick.

 

Seated side by side on the couch in front of him, they began with a short prayer.  Barely waiting for the echo of Amen to die out, the wife began explaining that her husband was not satisfying her.  He was having a difficult time getting hard, and when he did make love to her he seldom lasted long enough for her to cum.  The husband sat mortified beside her staring at his shoes as she went on.  Clearly her size was not an indication of her influence in the relationship, and her dominance was humiliating to her husband.  She went on and on explaining how he had trouble staying hard and how he never seemed to initiate things and she always had to tell him what to do.

 

“Excuse me” Spillbacks interrupted turning to the big man.  “How do you feel about all this?”

 

“Well, she’s right” he mumbled looking down at his hands.  “I guess I’m just getting old.”

 

“I’ve made him take Viagra” his wife interrupted.  “I took him to see Doctor Kendal personally, and I watched him swallow the pills, but it didn’t help much.  We’ve been married for five years, and if he can’t do better than this, I just don’t know if I can stay with this.  I think maybe he’s gay or ….” She paused swallowing hard as tears overflowed down her eyes.  “Or, he’s having an affair.”

 

Spillbacks held up his hand to silence her, and addressed her husband.  “Possibly I should speak to each of you individually first” he said.  “Mr. Ulrich would you wait in the outer room?” he said as he rose and opened the door.  He had not wanted the wife to have a chance to offer any objection, and it had worked.  The big man was walking out the door before she got her mouth open to object.

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, do you love your husband?” the reverend asked.

 

“’Do I love him?’  What kind of a question is that; if you had any idea how much I do for that man…” she was waving her arms wildly to make her point.  Spillbacks move to her side on the couch, and gently pressed the tips of his fingers to her lips to silence her.

 

“I didn’t ask what you did for him” he began quietly, “I asked how you feel about him.  Do you feel love for him – do you care about his immortal soul.”

 

The words had hit their mark and transformed her.  She was staring at her hands fidgeting with her ring.  “I do love him reverend.  It’s why I could never leave him, but I just don’t think I can live without intimacy.  I guess I’m not a very good Christian woman, but I need it.”  Tears were filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry” she continued, “but I need it.”

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, he needs it too.  Probably more than you do.”  The reverends voice was soft and they could hear the big man pacing in the hall.  “You’re a very beautiful woman.  If he sticks his cock into that beautiful body of yours, and doesn’t stay hard, there is something really wrong, and no mater how unsatisfying it is for you, I assure you it is worse for him.  It shouldn’t be; I can’t imagine how mounting you could be anything other than absolute bliss.  He is not enjoying sex, and until he does, we have nowhere to go.”

 

Her face had turned bright red, but she was squirming on the couch, embarrassment mixed with arousal.  He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  “How much are you willing to do to save your marriage?” he asked.

 

“I’ll do anything, reverend; I have always been the one who has given.  You have no idea…”  He pressed his fingers to her lips again to silence her.  She looked down embarrassed, but began to realize what the reverend wanted her to change.

 

“For the next six months, I want you to stop initiating sex” he said.

 

“If I don’t initiate…” she began, but again he silenced her gently.

 

“If he wants to save your marriage, he will initiate.  He’s going to fuck you, whenever he wants, wherever he wants and for as long or short as he wants.  You’re going to let him put you into whatever position he wants, and you’re going to be quiet while he fucks you.  You can moan, you can grunt, and you can scream, but you’re not to say a word of complaint, while he’s doing you.”  He was being intentionally crude, and it had the desired effect.  Her mouth opened, her face reddened and a look of shock filled her eyes, but he also noticed her knees were moving like butterfly wings.  “Most of all, you are to tell him you like it, and you are to be obedient to whatever he wants.”

 

“Reverend, that will take all the romance out of our relationship. Love making will become animal lust.”  She said it as a complaint, but the way the words came out they indicated that she was less disgusted than she had intended.  The animal lust was calling to her.

 

“You can have romance at dinner.  You can love each other as you go for walks, or watch the sunset.  You can love each other when you fall asleep in each others arms.  When he fucks you, you are going to be his ‘bitch’” Spillbacks told her.  Shock mixed with horror was on her face.  “For the next six months we are going to encourage him enjoy you.  You are never going to refuse.  Every time you refuse, we are going to extend the duration by two months.  If you don’t figure out how to be obedient quickly, you are going to be a sex slave for a long time.”

 

“I couldn’t possibly enjoy love making like… that” she was adamant, but her voice betrayed her.

 

“If you want him to act like a man, the first thing we have to do is making certain he ‘enjoys’ it.”  Spillbacks paused but continued before she could interrupt.  “I only have one question – do you want to save your marriage?”

 

The question silenced her protests.  The crudeness of what he had said shocked her, but she loved her husband and the fear of loosing him was stronger.  “This is tough love. I know that” he said.  “I want to talk to you husband now.  I want you to wait in the living room.  While you are waiting, I want you to take off your bra and panties so you are naked under your dress.”  He stood up opened the door and called to her husband before she could protest.

 

“Please, Mr. Ulrich, have a seat.”  The reverend motioned him to the couch as he continued to look after his wife, and then the closed door after she left.  The expression on his face showed his concern for her.  She had been shaken by what the minister had said, and now it was his turn.  “Do you love your wife?” Spillbacks asked.

 

“Yes reverend, very much” the big man replied.

 

“Have you been having an affair?” the minister continued the interrogation.

 

“No sir, I have never done anything like that, I swear” the man said defensively.

 

“I am sure you haven’t” the minister assured him.  “However, your wife has the misinformed notion, that a man has limited sexual energy and if he is not fucking her, it is because he is fucking someone else.  As a result, I think your wife suspects you have a mistress.  This is ridicules as libido doesn’t work that way.  Low enthusiasm for sex comes from boredom, not exhaustion.  Usually if a man or woman for that matter has an extramarital affair, it increases the interest in sex, and intimacy with their partner increases.  In your situation it might be better if you had some extramarital activity.”

 

“Reverend, that would be sinful” Ulrich was shocked.

 

“Sin is taken much too seriously” the reverend replied.  “Sins are forgiven everyday, but if you marriage fails it will be far more serious, and your marriage is in trouble.  Your wife is entitled to sex, and lots of it.  You promised to fuck her when you married her and sex is necessary for her health both physically and mentally, and you have not been providing it.  If you want to keep your marriage, you had better do something to change that.”

 

“Well… well, reverend, the mood…”  Ulrich was struggling to get the words out; embarrassment mixed with astonishment had tied a knot in his tongue.

 

“She’s a beautiful woman, she is in good shape, and you should be fucking her at least twice a week.  I don’t care about your mood, I don’t care if you want to or not.  I don’t even care if she wants to and neither should you.  You open her legs and shove your meat into her and keep it there until you have filled her.  What do you think your marriage commitment was all about?  You don’t start fucking her regularly, or she’ll be looking to get her pussy serviced somewhere else, and I won’t blame her.”  The reverend was stern leaving no room for argument.  “What’s the matter, don’t you think her tits are big enough or something?”

 

“Ahh….Ah no, her tits… I mean breasts are fine.”  Mr. Ulrich was flustered by the directness and possibly by the obvious erection he was developing.  The tea had had the desired effect, but both of them would think it was the counseling session and the erotic subject that had turned them on.

 

“Good,” he said standing to open the door to invite the wife to return.  She was hastily stuffing something into her purse.  As she walked, he could see she had removed her bra as her breasts were swinging freely with her steps.  He wondered if she had guessed what was coming.  As she passed him in the doorway he could smell she was ready.

 

“For the next six months” he began speaking to Mrs. Ulrich. “Bob is going to screw you at least twice a week.  He’s going to tell you when he wants to fuck and you are going to submit completely.  You are going to do whatever you are told.  This is a new church law.  You are going to meet with me each Sunday afternoon and you are going to report if he has fulfilled his obligations.”  Mr. Ulrich had become timid in his wife presence, and was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants.  “You are going to submit to him whenever he wants it and do exactly as you are told” he said directing his comments to the woman.  At first Mr. Ulrich was mortified, but he became bolder when he saw his wife silently nodding obediently.  “I’ll bet she’s a good fuck, isn’t she.  Does she squirm when you take her or does she just lay there and let you pump?” the reverend asked Mr. Ulrich.

 

“Well… well, she usually kind of… well you know.” The big man smiled out of embarrassment and could not put words together not certain if he was supposed to answer or not he looked at his wife for instructions, but found her looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap.

 

The minister picked up a pillow and laid it on the corner of the big table in the room.  “Come over here Mrs. Ulrich” he commanded.  She stood timidly and walked over to where he indicated.  He positioned her with the rounded corner of the table against her pussy and told her to bend over.  She looked at him shock and defiance on her face, but before she could object he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her causing her to fall forward onto the pillow, her feet lifting off the floor.  She began to protest, but the minister bent over and whispered “Not one word or it will be eight months.”

 

Mr. Ulrich stepped forward partially thinking to rescue his wife, but not at all certain how or from what, and she wasn’t complaining, the reverend wasn’t actually hurting her and he had no idea why the reverend had done that.

 

With his free hand, the minister pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to her husband.  Mr. Ulrich’s mouth fell open and he stared at his naked wife’s bottom.  “What a hick” Spillbacks thought.  “I’ll bet he’s never even seen a naked pussy before.  He probably only fucks in the dark with his eyes closed.”

 

The reverend reached out and grabbed Mr. Ulrich’s pants by the waist band and pulled him closer working the button free as he did so.  “Take out your penis and fuck her” the minister commanded.  Ulrich did not know what to do – his common sense said he should get his wife out of there, but lust, embarrassment and confusion had left him completely confused as he pulled his pants down and approached the wet waiting pussy. 

 

“Tell her to spread her leg” the minister commanded.  Mrs. Ulrich did not wait to hear from her husband but moved her thighs open pulling her knees under the table fearing minister would force her if she did not cooperate.  In his state of confusion and arousal, Mr. Ulrich took this as a sign of desire.

 

The creed of the mid west said ‘when you don’t know what to do, do as you’re told’ so he bent over her and shoved his cock into her.

 

She moaned as he went in.  “She likes it” he thought as he began pumping.  Once inside her all thoughts of rescuing her were gone.  She was the obedient little woman he had fantasized about since he was twelve.  Spillbacks released her neck and she tried to push herself up, but her husband forced her back down holding her still while he rubbed his cock in her soft wet hole.  His breathing was coming hard and fast and he felt the excitement all down his back and legs as he began fucking her harder, slamming into her with each thrust of his hips.

 

It took only a few minutes before he was finished and began filling her hole.  With the orgasm came a return to reality and embarrassment.  Ulrich pulled out of his wife and turned his back to do up his pants while the minister helped her to couch to lie down.  Guilt at having enjoyed himself in a woman was burning holes in the pleasure he had enjoyed.

 

Reverend Spillbacks put his arm around the big man’s shoulder.  “You did well my son.  That’s exactly what God, the church, your wife and I all expect of you, don’t let us down.”  The big man nodded.  The minister’s words taking the sting of what he had just done to the woman he loved.  “Do you really love her?” the minister asked. 

 

Mr. Ulrich nodded.

 

“You liked it didn’t you?” Spillbacks continued.

 

Again the husband nodded.

 

“God gave you those feelings so you would service his daughters.  The Bible says it is a joy to be in the service of your God.  The devil gives you this guilt.  You must put it away” the minister said sternly.

 

Again the big man nodded.

 

“Go home now” the minister said.  “Your wife needs to rest and clean up and I want to have a word with her.  I have to go to Homer this evening and I will drop her by your place on the way.”

 

Again the husband nodded as he walked through the door the minister held open for him, glad for the opportunity to get away from the situation and the woman he had just fucked without having to look at her and be reminded that it was his wife.

 

“How are you feeling” he asked as walked to the couch where the woman lay curled in a fetal position.  She turned to look at him; tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation of being fucked in front of him, but the look in her eyes told a different story.  The drugs in the tea, and the ten minutes of fucking had left her in desperate need of serious sex. 

 

The minister was very tempted to pull out his cock and finish her there on the couch, but he had a different plan for her.  He was not certain how she would respond to being fucked and violating her marriage vows even though he was positive she would not refuse him now, he could not be certain how she would react tomorrow.  Women were funny that way.                               

 

There were dozens of ways to fuck a woman, only a couple of which violated the marriage covenant.  He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and gently rubbed the edge of her lips.

 

“No” she whispered between the quiet sobs, but he ignored her, turning her onto her back.  He slowly moved around her labia as she opened her legs for him.  Her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.  It would be so easy to make her climax, but he wanted it to last.

 

She slid a hand along her stomach to rub her breast, lifting her dress as she went.  With his free hand he pulled the dress up exposing the rest of her chest.  His lips engulfed her nipple as he pushed his fingers up her cunt and his thumb uncovered her clit.  She was screaming now, thrusting her hips trying to force his fingers to touch her G spot.  He rubbed her, teased her, and tormented her until she was screaming.

 

Her legs clamped shut, crushing his hand inside her.  She lifted her shoulders off the sofa, with her chin forced against her chest and her knees pulled up to the back of his head as he sucked at her breast.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as she trembled.  The orgasm was washing over her and she could not stop it.

 

He had met his objectives with her.  Her husband would fuck her hard and leave her horny and half finished.  She would come to him, and he would pet her and eat her and play with her.  He had a vibrator her would put in her and after a week or two, he would take her into the bedroom and put his cock in her.  By then she would be so addicted to him she would not object, and would never make trouble for him.

 

He left her sleep on the couch for an hour or so after her orgasm, and then led her to the bathroom where she could shower and clean up.  With luck her husband would use her again that night of tomorrow before the drugs completely wore off.  Her experience with him would definitely compare favorably.

 

Just before they left, he knelt in prayer with her.  He had been ready with a list of scriptural arguments to showed how what he had done to her was completely within the bounds of the law and it was her right as a daughter of God to enjoy what he had given her.  He could convince the Sister Teresa herself that God wanted her to spread her legs; these hicks were barely a challenge.  None of it had been necessary with Mrs. Ulrich.  She was a devote woman who would remain so unless it interfered with her sexual needs.  She would be just fine.

 

“Take this” he told her handing her a small bottle of water based lubricant.  “A couple drops on your lips before he mounts will make it a lot more comfortable.”  He paused and looked into her eyes.  “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your husband needs to learn to enjoy fucking you or he will give up on you all together.”

 

She nodded and kissed him.  “Call me” the minister admonished.  “Anytime, day or night, and I will meet with you.  We will get through this together.”

 

The drive to the farm was very pleasant.  Mrs. Ulrich sat close to him and held his arm resting her head on his shoulder.  “I love my husband” she said, “but I will need your help if I am going to save my marriage.”

 

He turned is head and kissed the top of her head before they rounded the corner and became visible form the farm yard.

 

The

“Thank you for seeing me Mrs.…. Jennifer” he corrected himself in response to her expression as she took his coat and led him into the living room.

 

“Were should we begin?” she asked.

 

“Let’s begin with a prayer” he suggested as he knelt down on the floor.  “Would you pray for us?” he asked as she followed him to her knees.  He opened his eyes as she began to pray and stared at her.  After the afternoon session with Sally Kendal, he was extremely randy, and looking at her aroused him even more.  She was in her late thirties, but had never been pregnant and was still in good shape.  Her husband had been much older than her and had had heart trouble for years before he died.  He doubted she had been used very hard in years if ever.  He stared at her with her head bowed and eyes closed.  The arch of her back, the round hips, and the breasts all fit together well.  If things went well, he would be inside her in another hour or so and the thought caused his penis to engorge.

 

“Let’s turn to Genesis chapter 38, start with verse 6” he suggested as he opened his bible and handed it to her indicating the passage he wanted her to read.

 

Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. ⁷ But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.

 

“Please explain to me what happened here in your own words” he commanded.

 

“Well, Judah got a wife for his eldest son Er but he was wicked, and God killed him” she answered.

 

“What do you think it means ‘wicked in the LORD's sight’?” the reverend asked.

 

“I don’t know, I suppose he commit sins” she answered.

 

“He had been who he was for his whole life” the reverend replied, “but he gets married, and then he is so evil that God kills him.  Why all of a sudden now does he get put to death?  I think his sins must be related to the way he treated his wife, don’t you think.”

 

Her face brightened into a smile, as the understanding dawned on her.  “Do you think he hit her, or maybe he cheated on her?” she asked.

 

“Actually, the bible is full of instances of when men disciplined their wives, and it was not considered sinful.  I think it must have been something other than violence.  The men of the bible had many wives, and slaves that they used regularly.  Adultery, is a sin, but I think a minor one, and so I suspect it must have been something else.” the reverend corrected her.  “Please read the next couple verses.”

 

She looked at him with respect and awe.  He understood so much, and more important, he was helping her to understand so much more than she ever had.

 

Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." ⁹ But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. ¹⁰ What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.

 

Understanding dawned in her eyes.  “Her husband had not made love to her – at least not properly” she said.

 

“Exactly right” Spillbacks responded.  “I don’t think they were married very long.  I think her husband didn’t want her to get pregnant, as he wanted to use her for a while before he knocked her up, so he practiced birth control.  She was probably a beautiful young woman.  He pulled out of her before he came.  What other methods could her husband have used?”

 

“Maybe abstinence” she ventured.

 

“Yes” Spillbacks replied.  “God expects women to be serviced, either by their husbands, or if not husbands, He selects other men to service them.  It says here Onan spilled his semen on the ground.  He probably pumped her until he was nearly ready to cum, then he pulled out of her to ejaculate.  Possibly he made her suck him off to finish.  Or, of course, he may have sodomized her.  Why do you think he did that?  Why do you think he didn’t want to breed Tamar?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.  She was shocked by the frank sexual discussion, but the reverend had talked plainly to her and she did not want to appear as a child so she did not show her reaction.  She was also becoming aroused, though she would not admit it to even herself.

 

“Most books explain that it was customary for the first born to receive the inheritance.  With his older brother dead with not children, he was in line to get the lion’s share of the family wealth.  If Tamar had a son he would loose out.  I think differently.  I think he knew he would have to keep fucking her until it took.  Her son would inherit and there was nothing he could do about that.  I think it was much simpler – I think she was a beautiful woman and he wanted to enjoy her for a few months or maybe even a year before he was done with her” the reverend explained.

 

She nodded without saying anything.  The word ‘fucking’ coming from his lips had shocked her, but she tried not to let it show.  It also aroused her and she unconsciously opened her legs a little.  With this Spillbacks caught the first whiff of her pussy, and knew he was making real progress with her.   He had thought he would not get her on their first session, but he now revised his expectations upward.

 

“In this age we get concerned about sex as a sin.  I think we are wrong there.  A careful study of the scriptures shows that the real sin is leaving a woman empty.  In the next few verses, we find that Judah himself, her father in-law, fucked her, and this is proclaimed to be what God expected.”  The reverend went on as she hung on every word.  He laid his hand on he knee just below the hem of her dress and applied a slight pressure causing her to open her legs a little.  “How long has it been since you have had intercourse?” he asked.

 

Her face reddened with embarrassment.  “My husband was very ill” she said. “He had a difficult time for the last year so.”

 

“Have you been masturbating?” he asked.

 

She hung her head and silence; not able to meet his eyes.  “I can’t help it” she cried.  “I try to be good, but I can get so…  so…. You know horny.”

 

“How do you think Tamar was fucked?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know” she replied.  “I assumed they would use the missionary position.”

 

“I think she was entered from behind” he told her.  “These men were farmers and herdsmen.  They worked with sheep and goats, horses and other animals.  They held the mares and pulled their tails to the side so the stallions could mount them.  They watched the male animals shove their penises into the animals almost every day.  I think they went back to their women and ordered them to get on their knees.  Back then the women obeyed, or they were forced.”

 

By the time he finished she was breathing heavily through her mouth.  He slid his hand up her leg along her inner thigh.  She slid forward on the couch causing her skirt to slide up her legs and spread them.

 

He looked into her eyes.  “Are you an obedient servant?” he asked.  She nodded closing her mouth to swallow.  “I think it is so important to for you to understand what Tamar was feeling and what happened to her.  There is much to learn in this scripture.  What do you think Tamar felt while she waited for Onan to come fuck her?”

 

“I think she was afraid” Jennifer replied.

 

“I agree” the reverend said.  “Her husband had been a wicked man.  She almost certainly had been a virgin the first time Er used her, and she would not have expected his brother to be gentler.  She certainly was not expecting foreplay.  She was a religious woman and probably was praying on her knees waiting for him when he came to her.  Possibly Onan brought another woman, a slave girl, with him to hold her down if she struggled.”

 

Reverend Spillbacks stood up and extended his hand to help her rise.  He led her down the hall to the bed room and swung the door open for her.  She walked through the door into the room.

 

“What do you think she wore while she waited to be bred?” he asked.  She stared at him.  His presence was over powering.  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready. Think about what she prayed for and what she was feeling as she waited to be penetrated.”

 

She walked into the room and felt the door close behind her.  She didn’t know what to do; her minister wanted to fuck her.  The thought made her vagina tighten and she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.  Her mind was questioning what she was doing as she unzipped the tight skirt and pulled it and her panties down to her ankles.  In smooth motion she stepped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes.  With a bare foot she kicked her clothes into the corner. Her mind was screaming this was wrong, but knelt at the corner of the bed with her ass pointing toward the door.  She folded her hands between her breasts and closed her eyes.  Light flooded into the room from the hall as the door swung open.

 

He stepped into the room and saw her kneeling in front of him.  He was naked.  He approached and knelt behind her, his hands sliding around her covering her nipples.  He closed his eyes and pressed his cock against the crack in her ass.  She was about to protest, her training about morality forcing its way through the fog his words and the lust had created.

 

“Pray as I tell you” he said.  “Dear Lord.” He waited for her to repeat his words.  Ever since she was a little girl, she had closed her eyes whenever a prayer was said and turned her entire attention to the prayer.  All thoughts of protest were drowned by her training.   The words came to her lips.

 

“Dear Lord” she repeated.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” Spillbacks continued.  He took her hand and guided it around her hip between their bodies and wrapped her finger around his penis.  She gasped.  He was a lot bigger than her husband and he was rock hard.  She lifted her hips sliding forward onto the bed and bent the penis down to position the head at the mouth of her tunnel.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” she continued.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the reverend continued as he pushed the tip of his cock into her and pulled her hand away.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the crudeness offended her, but she had just asked to be made obedient.  Tears were filling her eyes and her voice choked up as her voice whispered the words.  She wanted to run away, but his hands held her and she knew her chance to leave was past.

 

“Amen” he finished placing his hand on the small of her back and forcing her forward and down against the bed.  She turned her head to one side to lay her cheek against the mattress and arch her back.  She spread her legs around the corner of the bed and whispered the final word knowing what was to follow.

 

“Amen” she whispered.  The word was cut short by a groan as the entire length of his cock was forced into her cunt and he began hard pumping her.  Each thrust brought a grunt as her body was forced forward on the bed despite his hand on her back and the other squeezing her breast attempting to hold her still while he fucked her.  Each thrust slammed his hips into her ass cheeks.  He was pumping her too hard and too fast for her to enjoy the experience.  She could do nothing but grip the bed and wait while he used her.

 

Spillbacks had planned to be gentle with her; coax her into bed and give her a long slow gentle fucking where she would come over and over again.  He had planned to give her a good time that she would want more and more of, but the excitement of the afternoon, and the ease with which she had submitted had changed his mind.  She was his bitch and he was going to enjoy her.  He had lost all interest in what she wanted.  This was risky. He was almost certain she would continue to cooperate and let him continue to dominate her, but he could not be positive like he was when he made the women cum.  He would have to make certain she was his.

 

It had only been ten or fifteen minutes before he could no longer control the need to release.  Just as he started to cum, he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and holding his penis with one hand pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.  Not hard enough to enter her, but enough so she would feel it.  The shudders went through him as he stroked his cock.  The sweet release came and he collapsed against her back ejaculating load after load of semen from his cock.  Most of it squirted out into her ass crack and ran down her legs onto the carpet, but from the shock that he felt go through her body, he figured he must have gotten some of it inside her rectum.  Finished, he stood up and left the room.

 

In the hallway he picked up his clothes and went to the living room where he waited until he heard the shower.  She was cleaning up.  “God that was a good fuck” he whispered to himself.  “What a sweet little whore.”  He pulled on his under-ware, and folded the rest of his clothes before returning to the bedroom.  He turned the bed down and sat in the dark waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

 

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out naked, rubbing the towel under her breasts to dry her body.  Her eyes were blind to the darkness and she did not see him approach her.  She screamed from fright and shock when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to startle you” he said in a quiet voice as he brushed he hair from her face.

 

“I’m ok” she said trying to move the towel up to cover her breasts.  “I thought you had gone.”

 

“I wanted you to truly understand the scripture.  I feel the spirit telling me this is very important for you.”  He gently took the towel from her and led her to the bed.  “Do you understand what Tamar felt?” he asked as they sat on the bed together his arm around her shoulder.  He reached over to the night stand beside the bed, turned on the light, and handed her the open Bible.  “Read the passage I have marked.”

 

When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," ¹⁴ she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.
¹⁵ When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. ¹⁶ Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you."
"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked.
¹⁷ "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said.
"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.
¹⁸ He said, "What pledge should I give you?"
"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. ¹⁹ After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.

 

“She was quite a woman wasn’t she?” he said when she finished the passage.  “She knew what God expected of her.  Judah and his sons were prophets, the men of God and she knew she was supposed to submit her body to them.  They weren’t very nice to her, but still she was obedient.”

 

“I think I understand” she said as he took her shoulders and laid her back onto the bed.  He bent over her and kissed her; gently at first then with more passion.  He could sense the arousal building in her as he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulders.  He began massaging her breasts.  Not hard and rough as he had done earlier, but gently teasing her delicate nipples into erection.  She spread her legs as his lips moved to suck her breast, and his finger moved to her pussy.

 

Within minutes, she was wet and ready and moved down to eat her and fuck her with his tongue.  She would have come a dozen times, if he had let her but each time she came to the edge, he would back away, or change focus.  He worked on her until she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed like a beached fish.  By the time he took out his cock and pulled her on top of him she was desperate to get it inside of her.  She grabbed it in her right hand and positioned it to the mouth of her cunt.  Steadying herself with her left hand against his shoulder, she thrust her ass down against him taking the full penis into her pussy. 

 

She sawed up and down on the full length of his cock violently until she could hold back the flood no longer.  “Ohhh God…. Oh God” she screamed.  The orgasm erupted in her and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders and then she collapsed onto him. 

 

Suddenly the room was deathly silent.  Spillbacks could hear her heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing was deep and slow.  She stretched out her legs and collapsed completely on top of him.

 

“We have sinned, haven’t we reverend” she said finally.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous” he replied.  “God made your body and he made mine and He gave us the capability to feel sexual pleasure.  He expects us to use it.  In most things He gave us complete free will; however regarding sex He gave all men and women unending and often overpowering desire.  Use you head girl, do you think He is displeased with us?    Examine how you feel right now and tell me you thing we have sinned.”

 

“But what about the commandments in the Bible?” she asked.

 

“You need to study the Bible more” he said. “The Puritanical concepts about sex don’t come from the Bible; they come for a group of religious perverts who probably never really read the Bible, or if they did they lied about what it said.”  He took a deep breath to calm himself.  Ever since seminary when he had actually studied the word of God, the actual Bible, and not what other people said it said, this had been an emotional issue for him, but he knew he was not going to explain the truths that he had studied over the past eight years before she feel asleep.  “The Bible says many things that people could argue about.  For every passage that tells us to abstain, there are probably half a dozen that tell us that we should not abstain.  Look at the lives of the prophets; the people who God directed daily.  God commanded them to have many wives and concubines.  Why do you suppose He did that?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.

 

“Do you thing God commanded these great men to take these women and then they didn’t fuck them?” he asked.  “Gee God, these women are really pretty and all, but I don’t think I should touch them, because I don’t want to fornicate.”

 

She giggled.  “Alright, you’re the expert” she said, “Why?”

 

“The first commandment God gave to people was to engage in sex.”  His voice was quiet, almost reverent for the profound truth that nearly gotten him expelled from the seminary.  “God expects it of us.  In Biblical times, women were not always treated very well.  They were bought and sold and used like property.  Often abused and killed when they were no longer of value to their owner.  I don’t think God likes this.  I think God expects both men and women to have satisfying sexual experiences.  I think that’s more important than just about anything else.  When circumstances put women in a position of being unable to achieve sexual fulfillment and God finds an honorable man, a man with a good heart, He often gives him added responsibility.  Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, and probably the greatest lover and poet as well had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines – that’s women that he fucked regularly, but never married.”

 

“What about a woman having more than one man” she asked.  “What does God think of this?”

 

“Oh, that happens all the time; Tamar, that we read about, for example.  Or, even Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, the son of God, and then married Joseph who took care of her for the rest of her life because I suppose God was preoccupied.”  He was preaching again.  “From all my study, I don’t think God ever intended for people to be monogamous.  I think he intended that we should take care of each other; physically, emotionally and sexually.”

 

She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep on his shoulder.  He held her for nearly an hour before sliding out of bed and making his way home.

 

Epilog

Bob Ulrich watched his wife climb the stairs carrying a load of clean clothes from the laundry room in the basement.  He watched her ass move as she walked and could not stop thinking about what he had seen of her that afternoon.  For the last few hours he had been rehearsing in his mind.  The reverend had said it was his responsibility to service her and more than just responsibility, he wanted to fuck her.  Not make love to her; not wait on her willingness and certainly not beg her, but fuck her.  Fuck her like he had that afternoon.

 

He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs, taking the heavy basket from her as he caught up.

 

“Thank you” she said cheerfully.  She had been quiet all evening since the minister had dropped her off.  Bob had thought it was because of what he had done to her.  He had been wrong; in her entire life she had never cum the way she had when Ulrich had touched her.  Technically, it had not been a adultery; technically, it had not really different from her annual visits with the gynecologists, but it had been different.  Most of all, she wanted more.

 

“Go to the bedroom and get yourself ready” her husband commanded.  He had had a hard time getting out the words.  He had wanted to sound forceful and dominate.  For him the most sexually exciting thing of the afternoon had been when she had tried to straighten up and he had forced her head back down while he was fucking her.  He wanted that feeling again, but he had choked on the words.  He almost followed the order with an apology.

 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she looked at the floor as she walked to the bed room.  Bob Ulrich looked after her.  He had not been certain what she would do.  He had not thought he had sounded very manly, but she had gone to the bedroom as he had told her too.  She was in there stripping right now.  Well, maybe she wasn’t used to having him order her around, but he was a man and he had a right take her.  He set the basket on the folding table, and went after her.

 

When he opened the bedroom door she was just pulling her panties down.  She lay down and moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs.  She was still wearing her blouse and he toyed with telling her to take it off, but seeing her bush he decided he didn’t want to wait.  He crawled up on the bed between her knees, and undid his belt.  His penis was hard and he reached through the hole in his underwear to take it out and stretched out on top of her.  He guided his cock up to her hole and shoved it into her.  She was slick and slippery; she wanted it.  She was ready to fuck.  She must be getting off on this dominate approach of his.

 

His body completely covered her.  His full belly pressed down on her stomach making it hard for her to breath and impossible for her to move.  He was moving his hips and pumping her.  The top of her head was just under his chin.  He grunted with every thrust as he fucked her.

 

She lay under him with her legs up and open, barely able to get them around his over sized waist.  He was sweaty and his arm pits smelled.  If it had gone on for very long, she would have been sick, but it didn’t last very long.  It was over in minutes and she had seamen in her pussy.  He rolled off her and pulled his pants up and went back down stairs to watch television.

 

She lay on the bed waiting while his sweat dried on her body and the seamen drained out of her pussy.  Tears leaked out of her eyes.  She wanted her marriage to work, and she loved that big lug, she didn’t even mind him fucking her.  Actually, if it made him happy, she didn’t mind at all, but the thought that that was the only sex she would have for the rest of her life she just couldn’t bear it.  She took a shower and picked up the phone.

 

While driving back to the church, his cell phone rang.  “Hello” Spillbacks answered.  “God is so proud of you, why don’t you come in to see me tomorrow morning.  I understand your frustration, I think if we pray about this it will be able to find an answer.”

 

“The research was done in British Columbia” Calvin replied calmly.  His calm voice and relaxed manner only served to fuel her anger.  The facts were on his side, and they both knew it although she was struggling to deny it.  The research article implied that over sixty percent of the men in North America were sterile and that meant that her position, as head of the handmaiden center, her philosophy, and her teachings were all bogus.  His calm in the face of her personal crisis was infuriating.  “It’s probably the most pristine place on the planet.  The research is sound, and we both know what it means.”

 

“You don’t know anything.” Carol tried to control the anger that was taking control of her but anger was all that was to protecting her from the fear that was taking over.  “Pregnancy, the fruit, is all a miraculous gift from our Father in Heaven.  These statistics are all meaningless.  A husband and wife pray for a child, and if they are in earnest, God blesses the breeding process.  We only position handmaidens with God fearing couples and it is God who grants the miracle of fruit…”  It was his look that silenced her.  She was quoting from her lesson plans.  It was one of the lectures that she gave the young girls that were found to be fertile.  It was intended to convince them that submitting to a strange man while his wife held her down was an honorable, even religious act.  Time and again she had heard the questions.  ‘If God makes you pregnant, why can’t God make the wife pregnant?  Why does it matter if we are fertile?  Why, why, always why...’

 

“We both know what really happens” Cal continued in his calm voice.  “We sell these bitches to the couples who can afford them.  The husbands use them as whores for a few months and then the wife sneaks them off to one of those underground breeding centers where some man mounts them, rapes them, and knocks them up.  How many of your bitches have to cut their wrists before we can start preparing them for the reality of their lives?”

 

“Get out” Carol screamed.  She could control her rage no longer.  “Get out!”  It didn’t matter that he was the director of the center; her boss.  He knew better than to refer to her girls as whores.  “We don’t sell them.  We ask the couples to make a contribution to show their commitment.  If they cannot contribute to the center, they cannot afford to raise the child that God will bless them with.  Our program is blessed by the church…”  The last two sentences were shouted at his back and then at the closed door to her office respectively. 

 

She turned and slammed the palm of her hand on the intercom.  “Miriam, you and your sister get in her.”  She slumped back into the huge office chair and kicked off her shoes.  She slid forward in the seat and put her feet up on the desk.  She was just pulling off her panties when the back door of the office opened and the two young twins came in.  The girls stepped nervously around the desk.  They knew what was expected of them.  “Come on Miriam; you take the bottom.”  She reached out for the girl’s hand and pulled her forward as she pulled her foot out of the underwear leaving the silken undergarment hanging from her left ankle.

 

“Ah… I’m Miriam” the girl in the back stammered.  They were identical twins and Carol said she could not tell them apart.  The truth was she never tried.  She really didn’t care what their names were.  They were both barren little cunts.  They hardly mattered.  They had been brought to the center when they were prepubescent girls.  They should have been sent to the mines to work, but Carol had taken a fancy to them and argued that they might begin to ovulate if they were allowed to mature.  She had put them to work as office assistants.  She had tried to convince herself that it was all legitimate, but from the first time Carol had seen the young girls in their night gowns, she had felt her pussy getting moist.

 

Carol had kept her hands off the girls for nearly a week before she gave in to her needs.  Carol was not naturally lesbian, and to get off she always thought about being fucked by a man, but still she loved the feeling of the small young fingers touching her breasts and pussy.  Sometimes she even made one of the girls hold a dildo in her mouth and fuck her with it.  Most of all she loved the hesitant lips sucking her, licking her, kissing her.  The girls hated servicing her, and at first she had to force them, break their will, but that had been almost a year ago.  Now they performed without argument.  They knew the consequences of refusal. 

 

“Well don’t just stand there” Carol said as she began unbuttoning the dark blue blouse and taking out her breast.  Angela was on her hands and knees crawling under the desk to begin work on the older woman’s pussy.  Miriam stepped forward and helped her master with the buttons. 

 

Carol closed her eyes and let the stimulation push away the bad feeling that Calvin had left her with.  Being masturbated by the girls gave her release, and she considered it less sinful than to play with herself.  It was far more relaxing than alcohol and in her position, much easier to come by.  She put one hand on each of the two heads servicing her and pressed then hard against her as she groaned.  She wasn’t actually aroused yet, but she knew she would be feeling it soon.  In her mind she visualized men shoving huge cocks into a tiny young pussy.  She could almost hear the girl screaming as the men took turns with her pussy and asshole.  The fantasy was hard core, but she needed it get off.  The girl between her thighs squirmed.  She was pressing her young face against her flesh so hard, the child could barely breathe.  Carol didn’t care. 

 

She forced them to keep on her until she came.  The trembling went through her like a wave hitting the beach.  She could feel he cunt muscles spasm and she knew she was flushing. She forced the girl’s mouth against her vaginal opening.  The girl was gagging on the juice.  She release the one at her breast to uses both hands to hold the young head against her cunt.

 

And then it was over.  “Get out” Carol pushed the girls away.  It always seemed that the stronger the orgasm, the more disgusted she felt with herself afterwards.  The two girls knew better than to wait around to be told twice.  Their bare feet made soft clapping sound against the marble floor of the office as they ran out the back door.  Carol closed her bra and buttoned the blouse of her dark blue uniform all the way up to the neck.  She opened the side drawer of her desk and pulled several tissues from the box to dry her pussy before replacing her underwear.  She sprayed the air freshener around the room and then put a couple of shots from the aerosol can up under her dress.  She allowed herself the brief hope that it would cover the musky sent of sex that filled the office.

 

She had a very stressful job.  God demanded a lot of her.  She rationalized that she could only do her best if she could focus.  It was Calvin’s fault that she had had to do this.  He had upset her with the words of sinful unbelievers.  The sin was on his head.  She would pray and repent again just in case God did not see it as she did, but she told herself that was not really necessary.  Calvin was the one who needed grace.

 

Carol was just getting back to work when her PDA chimed reminding her of the appointment she had taken for three o’clock.   “Damn” she swore.  She had forgotten to ask Sister Lydia to take her Righteousness class that afternoon.  Normally she taught the afternoon commandments class, but Dr. Landry had asked to meet with her and she had forgotten to ask Lydia to take over for her.

 

The handmaidens were supposed to get a minimum of sixty hours of study and directed prayer before they were sent to their first assignments.  Lately she had been keeping them at the center for almost twice the required indoctrination.  Problems with the first timers had prompted her to increase the intensity and duration of religious training.  She believed that the religious training was the answer.  If the girls prayed; if they really believed in the Savior, then they would see their place and the spirit would make them obedient, but it wasn’t working.  There had been three attempted suicides just last month; one had nearly succeeded.  One of the girls had been pregnant and had miscarried.

 

“Lydia,” Carol hit the intercom button only a second before she spoke the name of her assistant.  “Be sure to emphasize obedience in your lesson this afternoon.”

 

“Ah… Pardon me” the timid voice from the box on the desk showed surprise.

 

“When you do my class this afternoon, I want you to be sure to emphasize obedience” Carol replied sternly.  “Make sure they understand the importance of the ceremony and the reverence that must be shown to the scripture reading and the prayers.  They need to understand how the intercourse is special, sacred.  Be sure to focus attention on Ruth and that other bitch she is always hanging out with.  They really need to be put in their place.”

 

“I’m sorry” Lydia asked.  “My class is on Wednesdays.”

 

“Oh Lydia” Carol sounded disgusted.  “Please don’t tell me you forgot.  Last week… I asked you to take my class this afternoon.  You said you would.  Please tell me you have the material prepared.”

 

“Oh… Of course, Sister Carol” Lydia was obviously lying to cover her perceived ineptitude.  “I have my material right here.  In fact, I was just headed over.”

 

“Stupid cow” Carol whispered as she released the intercom button. 

 

She was still waving her hands through the air trying to spread the air freshener when her secretary knocked on the door to announce her three o’clock.  Carol was expecting a man and his wife.  It was presumed that the wife was infertile and the couple wanted to fulfill Gods commandment and have children.  Following the example of the Prophet Abraham, they were here for the initial interview about accepting a handmaiden.  The girl would receive the seed of the man and give them a child.  The fact that the child was not the genetic offspring of the woman really didn't matter.  The Bible made that clear.

 

Reverend Landry was a tall nice looking gentleman.  His dark suit reflected his religious profession, but the fine material and the superbly tailored fit indicated that he definitely had not taken a vow of poverty.  His hair was growing fashionably gray at the temples.  It was so perfect, that Carol was almost positive that cosmetics were involved in producing the distinguished effect.

 

“My wife will not be able to join us” Landry announced in response to Sister Carol’s inquisitive look.  “She is tied up at the parsonage with a church budgetary meeting.”

 

“That is unfortunate” Carol replied nervously.  “We feel that the selection of a handmaiden must be a joint decision.  I am afraid we will not be able to…”

 

“My wife and I live a Bible centered marriage” Landry interrupted.  “Magdalene is obedient to my decisions as Paul said it should be.  She will accept my choice as God commands her to do.”

 

“Still” Carol joined.  “We have rules, and I am afraid it just won’t be possible…”

 

“In Christ, all things are possible” Landry interrupted.  He reached inside his jacket and took out an envelope and laid it on the desk.  “We believe very strongly in the Christian work you do at the center.  We feel called by God to make a substantial contribution to support your work.”  Carol almost gasped when she peaked into the envelope and saw the amount on the check.  She also noticed that the signature block remained blank.  “I was hoping that a certain amount of flexibility might be exercised in my case.”  Reverend Landry smiled warmly.

 

“Well…” Carol forced a nervous smile.  “I don’t suppose it would hurt to look at the candidates that we have available.  I will need to meet with your wife before the final selection is made, but I see no harm in talking.”  She opened the manila folder and began handing over resumes to the doctor. 

 

Each candidate’s documents included a picture of the woman, and a few specific about age, fertility verification techniques and experience.  Landry focused on the pictures looking only briefly at each.  Carol could not stop herself from glancing, or even staring, at the small white envelop that lay on the corner of her desk.  It was so much money, and the center needed it so badly.  Landry separated out three candidates from the two dozen that he reviewed. Each was young; this would be their first assignment.  None had had children before.  Fertility had been verified by ovulation testing.  He reviewed the three candidates and then selected one.

 

“Could I meet this one?” Landry said handing back the dossier.  “I’d like to pray with her.”

 

“Oh, I don’t think… Possibly if your wife…” Sister Carol was at a loss and she knew she was babbling.  What he was asking was beyond an exception.  Normally she ruled the selection process with an iron hand.  Usually she interviewed the applicants and made the selections with very little consideration of the desires of the applicants.  Reverend Landry had her off guard.  His charming smile and persuasive manner had caused her to do things that she would normally not consider.  The applicants never got to meet the handmaidens until the sealing ceremony, and the men were never allowed to be alone with the girls even during the intercourse.  The rules were very clear but the check in the envelope on the side of her desk was a major factor.  He had shown how far he was willing to go, but until he signed it he had given up nothing.  She needed to get back on top of things.

 

“Obedelia is an excellent young woman” Carol tried to compose herself.  “She is healthy and fertile.  She will produce children you will be proud of.”  Carol was staling, trying to think of what to do.  “I don’t suppose it would hurt for you to talk to her.  I will send for her.  Possibly you might make your contribution official while we wait.”  She took the check out of the envelope and pushed it across the table toward him with one hand offering him a pen with the other.

 

“Oh certainly” he said taking the pen.  “Do you have a private chapel where I might pray with her?  Often young people are uncomfortable praying in public.  One’s faith is such a private matter.”  He held the pen waiting for her answer.  “I have made this out to you personally” he explained.  “I was not certain which of the center’s funds should receive the contribution.  I assume you will be able to distribute it into the appropriate accounts.”

 

He had spelled out the ground rules clearly.  He wanted to be alone with Obedelia.  That was the condition on which he would sign the check.  Carol knew it was a violation of every rule the center had, but she wanted the money.  She glanced over at the check in front of the Reverend who was poised to affix his signature.  She read ‘Pay to the Order of Carol Martin’ on the top line.

 

“We have a small interview room that you can use” she said.  “It’s quiet there.  You won’t be disturbed.”  The pen touched the paper and the signature made it official as Carol touched the intercom and asked her secretary to have Obedelia brought to interview room 3.

 

The interview rooms were at the end of the north wing.  That section of the complex was nearly deserted.  Carol had selected the location in the hopes that no one would notice what she was permitting.  She was not concerned about the good minister.  He was after all a man of God, but the one thing she did not want was anyone asking questions about the variations in procedures.  He could have his little prayer with Obedelia; she would have the contribution and all would be well as long as no one started spreading rumors. 

 

She was already thinking about what she would do with funds he had so generously offered.  She and the center both needed the money.  The church's support for the center was minimal, and when she complained of shortages, all she got form the bishop was “the Lord will provide.”  Her situation was little better.  She was paid, but her salary was far less than the stress of the job merited.  She deserved more.  The Lord was providing, and she was not going to get in the way of the Lord’s will.

 

Obedelia was waiting nervously in interview room 3 when they arrived.  Nervous was an understatement.  She was terrified.  Sister Carol believed in strict discipline and corporal punishment was both severe and brutal.  The young girl did not know what she had done.  She prayed both long and earnestly for forgiveness for her sins.  She tried to follow every rule of the center to the letter.  Unlike most of the others, she really believed that God had brought her to the center to give her a second chance at salvation.  She did not know what she had done this time but she had been told by other girls at the center that being guilty was a loosely defined term.  She also understood that the only part of a woman’s body that was required to be functional was her vagina and womb.  There were stories of girls who had had their fingers cut off to prevent them from masturbating.  She jumped up as the door opened.

 

“Rejoice Obedelia, God has blessed you” Carol said as she opened the door.  “This is Reverend Landry, and the spirit has moved us to understand that it is Heavenly Father’s will that you be joined with his family.”

 

“Blessed be the fruit” Obedelia said without taking her eyes off the floor.  She breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still shaking from the fear induced adrenalin rush.

 

Landry stepped into the doorway but did not move far enough into the room to allow Sister Carol to follow him in.  The room was small and much of the space was occupied by the conference table in the center of the room.  He eyed the young girl carefully and then closed the door excluding Sister Carol from the interview.

 

He stepped forward and put his hand on Obedelia’s shoulder, then moved up her neck and lifted her chin.  He stared at her face momentarily and then his eyes moved down her body.

 

“Perhaps Sister Carol was premature” he said.  “I have not actually accepted you as my concubine.  I wanted to meet with you before making a decision.”

 

Obedelia opened her mouth to explain that she was a handmaiden and not a concubine, but thought better of it and said nothing.  His hand holding her face up made her nervous.  His eyes running up and down between her hips and breasts terrified her.

 

“We are looking for a woman who will be comfortable in a God fearing home” he said.  “We believe that God intended people to live as the Bible teaches.  My wife is obedient to the priesthood as the scriptures command her.  You will be obedient as well.  We would prefer that your obedience be given willingly.”  He paused as he turned her head to the side and pushed his thumb between her lips and forced her to open her mouth.  He was looking at her teeth and down her throat.

 

“Yes sir” she mumbled when he finally finished inspecting her mouth and released her jaw.  She was not certain he had wanted an answer.  His face was hard a stone and she could not read if she was expected to answer.

 

“You will be staying with us after you’re impregnated” he explained.  “We will want to supervise your diet, your lifestyle and your prayers during the pregnancy.  We want to insure that our child is brought into a Christian world.”  His hands moved around the back of her neck and his fingers went up the back of her head feeling the shape of her scalp, her ears and the bone structure of her face.  “After God gives us our child, we will want your milk.  God ordained that a woman’s body should feed infants and we believe it is sacrilege to defy God’s plan.  You will pump your breasts and my wife will bottle feed the child.  You don’t look like you’ve got much in the way of tits.”  It was almost an accusation.  He pulled her head up by her hair and looked into her eyes as if expecting an explanation, or at least an apology for the size of her breasts.

 

“Ah… I’m young” she stammered.  “My mother and my sister both developed… well you know… later.”  His left hand griped the back of her neck and his put his right on her breast and began feeling her.  She almost screamed.  “NO… Stop” she commanded and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands attempting to pull him off her.

 

“Open your blouse” he commanded.  He released her breast but tightened the grip on her neck painfully.  “I want to see your chest.”

 

“No” she whined.  “It is not permitted.  I can’t do that.  Please…”

 

He released her neck.  Instead his fingers forced their way into the tight collar of the bright orange dress that all handmaidens wore.  He gripped the material and ripped the front of her dress open to her navel.  The cloth screamed as it tore down the back as well.  Buttons flew in all directions.  She frantically tried to close the torn fabric as she attempted to back away from him.

 

She backed into the table, its edge hitting her thighs just below her ass.  He moved with her stepping up to her stopping her retreat and pinning her in place.  His fingers pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms pealing the cups off her breasts.

 

“Your nipples will need work” he said as he continued groping her.  “It’s important for an infant to have something solid to suck.”

 

“Mm… Mmm…” She tried desperately to call for help, but his hand clamped over her mouth stifling her screams.  She struggled, but the remnants of the bra and the long sleeved dress pinned her arms to her side.

 

“Shh…” he said calmly.  He brought his face up against her cheek and whispered in her ear.  “I bought you today.  Just like Abraham bought his little Egyptian slave girl, you have been bought and paid for.  You belong to me and I’m going to fuck you.  Nothing you do can change that.  If you scream, if you struggle, it’ll just be more painful.”

 

He turned her around and forced her to bend over the table, his chest pressed against her back holding her in place.  His hands grabbed the sides of the torn fabric of the back of her dress and ripped it down past her ass.  She shifted and twisted under him.  The fabric of the dress and her under pants tangled her legs making it impossible for her to struggle effectively.

 

“I have been with my wife for nine year” he explained.  She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck.  “I like to fuck, but god, the same pussy over and over for nine years.”  He unzipped his pants and took out his penis while he talked to her.  “And there are things I have always wanted to do to a woman that a man just shouldn’t do to his wife.”  His finger worked into the folds of her pussy and forced there way into her spreading her juice and getting her hole ready.

 

She stopped struggling and her attempted screams and cries for help had degenerated into sobs.  She cried out in pain as his cock forced its way into her.  This was only the third time she had ever experienced intercourse.  Her boyfriend’s mother had caught them in his bedroom and brought the women from the church to examine her.  The old ladies had had held her down and pulled her legs open while that old crone stuck a finger into her cunt.  The old woman had shaken her head indicating that the young girl had given up her virginity.  That was the end of her life as she had known it.  She was no longer considered fit for a proper Christian boy to marry.  From that moment on, she had lost control of her own destiny.

 

The Reverend Landry was humping her hard; humping her from the back like a dog.  She had been taught that this position was vile.  It was a sin against God to take it like this.  He told her to be a good little bitch and hold still for him.  She obeyed because she had no choice.  Suddenly she felt him slam into her hard.  Her whole body was thrust forward.  His legs were shaking.  His hands gripped her shoulders painfully.  It took her a few seconds to realize what it meant.  By then it was over and he lifted off her dragging his penis out of her like a stiff rope.

 

Sister Carol had not intended to leave them alone.  She had expected to be present while the Reverend conducted the interview.  She had started to protest when the door closed in her face and she realized that he was not listening to her.  She was not at all sure how she now found herself in the hallway separated by a windowless door.  She had permitted a man to be alone with one of her girls.  She told herself that it was only a minor infraction of the rules.  He was after all a man of the cloth; a minister in God's church.  He could certainly be trusted.

 

She almost opened the door when she heard the first of Obedelia’s screams.  She had rationalized that the girl was probably laughing.  A handmaiden laughing was frowned upon, but not strictly a cause for alarm.  The alternative would have been to open the door and see what was going on.  If it was as she feared, there would be questions.  How had a man been permitted to be alone with a young girl at the center?  He had given her a great deal of money and she had allowed him to get access the girl.  She would be seen as having pimped out the little bitch.  At best she would be fired from her post.  She would be disgraced, excommunicated from the church; at worst, she may be facing jail.  Suddenly the full implications of her situation hit her and she took her hand off the door handle as if it were hot.

 

She prayed that she had not heard what she thought she had heard.  She willed Obedelia to be quiet and relieve her of responsibility to take action, but the girl would not be quiet.  The noises shifted from screams to cries for help and then sobbing.  There were other sounds too; the creaking of furniture, the man grunting.  Carol desperately wanted to ignore what she knew was happening on the other side of the door.  She thought of the check that was made out to her.  She focused on it, willing her brain to ignore the auditory input from her ears.

 

Suddenly the door opened.  Reverend Landry stood there pulling up the zipper on his suit pants.  Behind him Obedelia slid off the table onto the floor in a heap line like a gallon of spilled honey.  She held her face in her hands sobbing silently and trying to cover naked body with the remains of her orange uniform dress.

 

“Yes” Landry said.  “I have decided to take her.  Have her delivered to the parsonage on Thursday.”

 

“Thursday… Well you see she hasn’t finished her training just yet…” Carol mumbled unable to take her eyes off the pathetic young girl on the floor.

 

“Training” Landry laughed.  “What you need to show her how to lie on her back and spread her legs.  Don’t worry about it.  I’ll take her as she is; Thursday… preferably before three.”  With that he pushed past her and strode away down the hallway.

 

Carol stared for the longest time trying to comprehend how things could possibly have gone so wrong.  When no answers came she shifted to what she was going to do about the situation.

 

“What have you done?” Carol said finally running forward and kneeling beside Obedelia.

 

The young girl looked up at Sister Carol with red eyes and a tear stained face.  “What have I done?  He raped me.”

 

“No” Sister Carol said.  “You tricked him into following you down here.  Once you had him alone, you attempted to seduce him.  You tried to bring out his baser nature and force him to have intercourse with you, but Reverend Landry is an honorable man and wouldn’t commit this sin.  When he refused you, you tore your clothes off and concocted this story about something that didn’t happen.”

 

Obedelia looked up at Sister Carol.  Her face cloaked in hurt and betrayal.  Ever since she had been brought to the center, Sister Carol and the other administrators had promised the handmaidens that they were there to protect them.  They were promised that the center and the church that stood behind the center were there as the shield to protect the young girls against the things that men would do to them.  The handmaidens were all fertile young women who had foolishly given up their virginity out of wedlock.  Now they would never be accepted by any except the basest of men.  No God fearing Christian man would have them since they had proven themselves unworthy.  For months now she had been forced to pray and thank God for this second chance.

 

Obedelia knew that Sister Carol had had her brought to this remote place in the complex.  She had brought a man to her and then left her alone with him so he could use her.  Sister Carol had waited outside the door listening to her cries for help and had waited while he fucked her.

 

“Yes” Obedelia said.  “I have sinned.  I will pray for forgiveness.  I deserve to be punished.”

 

“We all make mistakes” Carol said.  “Do not add bearing false witness to your sins.  No one would believe your word over his and mine anyway.”  Obedelia nodded.  She became aware of the hot semen running out of her vagina over her thigh and onto the floor.  “It will be okay” Carol continued.  “He wants you despite your attempts to corrupt him.  He is a man of God and he will help you.  You will have your first assignment with him and his wife.  Once you are in his home, his wife will look after you; take care of you.  She will insure that the ceremony is strictly adhered to.  Go clean yourself up.  Hurry now, evening prayers will start in a few moments and you don’t want to be late.”

 

Sister Carol was absent from prayers that evening.  Miriam and Angela were also absent.

 

“This is God’s will” Carol said, “and you have been bonded to Reverend Landry and his wife.  You will perform your duties as an obedient child.  Disobedience is a sin just like blasphemy or murder or fornication.  If you commit sin, you will be punished either by God himself or one of his faithful servants.” 

 

Obedelia had not believed that begging would change anything.  She no longer believed she could count on the people at the center to protect her.  Since the rape, she had a new perspective.  Sister Carol had not protected her, had not responded when she had cried out for help.  Despite all the assurances and religious dogma, Sister Carol had had her brought to a private room and then released a man on her and waited outside while he raped her.  Reverend Landry had decided that he wanted more of her and had accepted her as their handmaiden and the administrator had signed her over.  Landry and his wife had not even come to the bonding ceremony.  Obedelia had refused to agree to the posting, but Carol had signed the orders anyway.

 

“The handmaiden is not a wife” Carol continued, “but still she must look to the priesthood for religious leadership.  She must be obedient to the head of the house just as the church is obedient to Jesus.  You are never to be alone with the man of the house.  Dr. Landry will decide the activities of the household and his wife will convey his wishes.  This will include the consummation ceremonies.  He will instruct his wife to prepare for the sacrament and she will bring you to the place of prayer.  Do you understand the proceedings of the sacrament?”  Obedelia nodded without looking up.  “Explain it to me.”  The young girl’s face reddened.  She had heard others recite the catechism in the indoctrination classes, but had never had to speak the words herself.

 

“The joining of a handmaiden is a sacred act” she began.  She could barely manage a whisper.  “With the inspiration of the Spirit, the priesthood calls for the ceremony.  When a wife is barren, she may offer her husband another vessel just as Sara brought Hagar to her husband, the prophet Abraham.  With prayers and the reading of the Holy Word, God is asked to bless the union with fertility.  Then the Handmaiden, lying on her back, joins hands with the wife who kneels beside her, thus showing her blessing of the union.  They wait prayerfully while the man fills the sacred vessel and beseech God to honor their obedience with fruitfulness.”

 

Sister Carol smiled.  The training had taken hold.  “Look” she spoke frankly, “I know you got off to kind of a rocky start with Reverend Landry, but you can put all that behind you now.  Men cannot control themselves, it’s the way they were created, but God will bring a blessing out of the sins that you participated in.  You will be fine now that you are placed here.  Righteousness has been restored.  His wife will take care of you.  She will never leave you alone with her husband, and you will have the honor of bringing them a child.”

 

The limo pulled up in front of the large white house and Sister Carol motioned for Obedelia to get out.  The two young twins Miriam and Angela, Sister Carol’s private assistants and protégées huddled in the corner of the big black car.

 

“Aren’t you coming in with me?” Obedelia asked, “Too introduce me.  I have never met Mrs. Landry.”

 

“You will do fine” Carol forced a smile.  “Go on now dear and blessed be the Fruit.” 

 

It was proper for the director to insure that the accommodations for the Handmaidens were appropriate.  It was her responsibility to meet with both the husband and the wife and explain their responsibilities toward caring for the girls, but she was anxious to be leaving.  The entire mess with Obedelia had been on the verge of turning disastrous since she had first met with Landry, but now it was coming together.  His check had cleared the bank and the money was safely in her personal account.  Talk of the breeding ceremony always aroused her.  She could visualize the tall well built man lifting and spreading Obedelia’s legs.  The young girl would squirm, probably cry, but in the end, he would impregnate her.  The mental image sent a shiver though the administrator’s loins.  She was anxious to put the twins to work.

 

Obedelia carried the small carpet bag of her possessions up the steps to the front door of the house.  The shear size of the house was intimidating.  At first, the memory of what had happened less than a week ago seemed to be something from her distant past.  With each step, the memory of what the Reverend had done to her became clearer in her mind.  By the time she reached the door she was trembling, almost crying.  She wanted to run away, but she knew she would be brought back and it would be harder for her then.  She reached for the door knocker.

 

“What are you doing coming to the front door in that…?” the door flew open and a middle aged woman grabbed Obedelia’s arm and yanked her roughly through the door.  “What do you think the neighbors will think?  You think maybe they don’t know what that bright orange outfit means.  You think I want everyone and there dog to know that we have opened our home to a… well, you know.”

 

“I’m sorry” Obedelia moved one step closer to crying.  “Sister Carol could not come with me…”

 

“No” the woman replied more calmly.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t expect someone like you to know what it’s like to live in proper society.  I’m sorry, I’m Magdalene Landry.”  Her voice had calmed down quickly.  It showed she had a lot of experience turning shutting down verbal outbursts that she might regret later.  “Come with me I will show you to your quarters.”

 

“This is Dr. Landry’s study” Magdalene explained as they passed a large set of double doors.  “He may wish to meet with you privately, and in here from time to time.” 

 

“I am not permitted…” Obedelia’s was whispering and she cut off mid sentence when she realized that the Mistress was not listening. 

 

They walked through the main rooms of the house to the back stairs.  The front stairs off of the main entrance lead to the same second story, but it was clear that she was not expected to go up and down that way.  At the top of the stairs Magdalene opened a door into a small room.

 

“This will be your room” Magdalene gestured for Obedelia to enter.  “We have modified the house so you have direct access to the guest bathroom.”  Obedelia’s was only half paying attention.  She was staring at the bed. It was a small twin bed affair, pushed against the center of one wall.  What caught her imagination was the heavy wooden posts had been added at the corners in the center of the room.  They were anchored to the floor and ceiling with heavy metal rings mounted several feet above the bed itself.  “Yes” Magdalene answered the unasked question, “That’s where he’s going to fuck you.”

 

“Madam, I don’t know how to say this,” Obedelia began cautiously.  “I need to tell you.  Your husband raped me.”  She just blurted it out.  She was expecting shock, possibly disbelief.  Instead Mrs. Landry just shook her head and looked at Obedelia as if she were a naive little girl.

 

“He only raped you because you disobeyed him” Magdalene said.  “I understand you were probably not prepared, but there will be no more of that now.  My husband is a gentle man.  I have never given him cause to be rough with me.  A man can develop a taste for such things if he finds it necessary to discipline his women.  That will not happen.  You will do as you are told do we understand each other?”

 

“No” Obedelia almost sobbed.  “We have to do this by the rules.  The ceremony must be followed or I’m nothing but a whore.”  Magdalene just looked at her with pity for her complete ignorance.

 

“That is exactly what you are” Magdalene said finally.  “Specifically, you’re my husbands whore.  He bought you from that center place.  He will provide you with food, clothing, and shelter; all of the things that you need to live. Essentially he will pay all of your expenses and in exchange, you will bend over and spread you legs whenever he tells you to.  He doesn’t love you.  He never will.  He’s going to fuck you because he enjoys using a woman’s cunt.  You have sold your body.  He will breed you and you will give us a child, and when we are done with you, you will go on to your next John.  Then you will be fucked again by someone who doesn’t care about you.” 

 

Tears rolled down the side of Obedelia’s face.  She couldn’t believe she was hearing this.  The words broke her far more than being forced to bend over the conference table and used had.

 

“My husband will be home early tonight” Magdalene continued.  “I am sure he will want to use you.  Take a shower and put on one of the satin robes in the cabinet.  I assume you know how to lie down for a man.” She turned to go but paused at the door.  “My husband likes bare pussies.  Irma will be up to shave you directly.”

 

Magdalene closed the door.  Obedelia sagged against the wooden post at the end of the bed and slid down to the mattress.  It was firm, almost hard.  She just sat there, not sure what to do.  She wanted to cry, to run, to hide under the bed.  Nothing would change what was ahead for her.  Most of all she was scared, too scared to cry.  She was afraid of the pain, afraid of dieing, afraid of living.  If she could think of a way to do it, she would have killed herself to escape the fear.

 

“Girl what are you doing?” the large black woman came into the room carrying a tray.  “You just sitting there; Landry, he going to be home any minute, and you not ready.”

 

“I can’t” Obedelia said.  “I just can’t do it.”

 

“You ain’t got nothing to say about it” Irma continued.  “You had a choice before you became one of those Handmaiden things, but you made that choice.  You here now and you best get your ass off that bed and cleaned up and ready.”

 

Irma was short, probably in here late fifties weighted maybe two fifty.  With one hand she pulled Obedelia off the bed by one arm and propelled her toward the door at the end of the room.

 

“You get your ass in that shower and be quick about it” Irma said.  “You be sure and wash your hole good.  I got to shave your hair and I don’t like shaving dirty pussy.”

 

Obedelia stripped in the bathroom.  It was a small room with only the bare essentials; toilet, sink and shower.  The shower nozzle was mounted on the end of a hose to allow her to focus the water up between her lips.

 

The water was cold, and it brought her out of her melancholy mood and it pushed her to finish quickly.  She toweled off and pulled the shower curtain aside.  Irma was waiting for her.

 

“Well, come on girl” Irma said looking at the young girl’s crotch.  “Looks like this won’t take long.”  She half lead, half dragged Obedelia back to the bed and told her to get in position.  Obedelia was reddening from embarrassment.  At the center none of the girls was ever exposed.  Modesty was taught and enforced.  Irma treated the entire affair as if she were grooming the family dog.

 

Irma pulled on latex gloves and again told Obedelia to get into position and motioned for her to put her legs up against the wooden posts at the end of the bed.  The young Handmaiden was not certain what to do but followed instruction.  The old woman was mercifully quick, rubbing the shaving lather into the thin pubic hair on the girls mound and over her lips.  The safety razor moved quickly and in less than a minute Obedelia’s bottom looked like it had when she was six.  Finally Irma pushed the girl’s legs forward and inspected the area between her cheeks.  Her asshole was bare and did not need shaving.  Her work finished Irma collected her things.

 

“I slipped you some olive oil from the kitchen” the old woman said pressing small vile into the young girl’s hand.  “Master Landry can be a bit rough when he gets going.  No sense you getting sore on the first day.”

 

The entire event happened so fast and Irma approached the activity with such confidence that Obedelia did not protest.  Protesting did not occur to her.  It reminded her again about loosing her virginity.  Her boyfriend had assured her it would be alright and he had spoken with such assurance that she had not thought to question it.  It had been alright for him.  He had mounted her, popped her cherry and then confessed to his mother that he had fucked his girl friend.  The ladies of the church had called her a whore and she had been taken away, to “Protect” other young men from her tempting influences.  If she had not been fertile she would have gone to the mines and probably be dead.  Now she stood naked in front of the mirror she was mortified by what Irma had done to her.  It was a level of exposure that mortified her.  Tears filled her eyes at her loss of modesty.  She threw the bottle of dark oil in the trash can beside the bed fantasizing that Magdalene or her husband might find it and she could tell them that Irma had given it to her.  Lubricants during the ceremony were strictly forbidden.

 

She dressed in her bright orange robes and paced around the room.  She was too nervous to sit.  In her mind she envisioned the ceremony that she had been taught was sacred.  She switched off the lights in the room.  It would be to dark to see anything soon.  She would close her eyes and wait for it to be over.  It didn’t matter that she hated Landry.  He would impregnate her and then she would never have to submit to him again.  For months at the center she had heard what an honor it was to give a man and woman a child and how God blessed her for her fruitful service.  It would be over soon.

 

“What are you doing” Magdalene came through the door and snapped on the light.  “You stupid girl, get ready.”  Obedelia jumped up, confused by the outburst.  “My husband is home and he wants to take you before dinner.”  The mistress crossed the room and pulled open the cabinet.  She grabbed one of the orange gowns off the hanger and threw it in the girl’s face.  “Put this on quickly.  Didn’t they teach you anything at that center? No underwear and hurry.”

 

The gown she was given was the deep orange color that all Handmaidens wore, but it was not the tight fitting dress that she had been given at the center.  It was silky, smooth and loose fitting.  It hung only slightly past her knees and the neck was looser; even the sleeves hung open.  Obedelia did not know what to do.  She considered refusing, but the last time she had refused Landry he had ripped her dress off and raped her.  That was before she had been bonded to the family.  She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she fought him on this.  She changed quickly.  At the last minute she retrieved the bottle of olive oil from the trash can and rubbed it on her labia.  Landry would probably enjoy hurting her and Magdalene had cautioned against that.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Landry came in together.  Mrs. Landry grabbed Obedelia’s arm and pulled her toward the foot of the bed.  It was obvious that she want this to be over quickly.

 

“No” Obedelia wailed.  “Please, not without the ceremony.  Please…”

 

“Shut up and get on your back” Magdalene commanded.

 

“Wait” Landry laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder.  “It isn’t often that someone wants me to preach to them.  She wants a service, we can oblige her.”

 

“Thank you” Obedelia sniffed.  “I’m not a whore.  We have to read the scriptures and pray.”

 

“Kneel down beside the bed” Reverend Landry instructed.  “We will pray that you will be worthy of what we’re going to do to you.

 

“So after Abram had been living in Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian maidservant Hagar and gave her to her husband to be his wife. 4 He slept with Hagar, and she conceived.” 

Landry read from the Bible in his pocket.  “Do you understand what that means?” he asked.  Obedelia was trembling.  “His wife invited him to fuck her little slave girl.  Do you think Hagar opened her legs willingly, or do you thing maybe they tied her down so that the old man could pump her?”  Landry reached down and gripped Obedelia by the back of the neck.  “Bow your head.  You’re going to pray as I lead you.  Dearest God…”

 

“Dearest God” Obedelia repeated.  Her lower lip was trembling and tears were streaming down her face.

 

“Bless me with a wet pussy and a tight cunt so that I might be a joy to the man who is going to fuck me” Landry continued.

 

“Ouch, you’re hurting me…” she cried.  Landry tightened his grip on her neck when she did not continue the prayer.

 

“Say it” Landry demanded.

 

“Bless me with at wet pussy” she sobbed, “so that I might be a joy to the man who is going to… going to…  Ouch… going to fuck me.”

 

“Amen” Landry concluded.

 

“Let’s get her opened up” Magdalene said.

 

The two of them lifted her up off her knees and dumped her on her back at the foot of the narrow bed.  Landry watched as his wife brought the strap from under the bed and secured the girls wrists.  The ropes ran to the base of the beams at the foot of the bed.  Landry tightened the straps that held her body from sliding up on the bed.

 

“Please you don’t need to tie me up” Obedelia begged.  “I won’t fight you…”

 

“Of course you won’t” Magdalene replied.  “Little bitch like you.  I’ll bet you like getting fucked and you don’t care if it’s your husband or not do you.”  Obedelia let out a cry as Landry lifted her ankles and held her feet in position against the posts for his wife to secure.

 

“Oh my” Landry said staring at the young bare crotch.  “Isn’t she beautiful?”  Magdalene kissed her husband and then dropped to her knees and began to undo his belt.  She gently took out his penis.  He was fully erect, but still she went to work with her mouth.

 

It was the first time Obedelia had ever really seen him.  She understood now while the rape had been so painful.  She had never imagined that a woman would open her mouth for man.  The scene, the man’s leering eyes on her pussy, the humiliation of having her legs tied open, watching Magdalene sucking his penis, all of it was more than she could take.  Something snapped in her and she started struggling against the restraints.

 

“Please don’t” she begged.  “Please let me go please…”

 

“Fuck her” Magdalene said rising from her knees.  The mistress stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed Obedelia’s head in her hands and tried to restrain her from struggling.  Reverend Landry put his hands against the girl’s thighs and force her legs open.  He got his hips between her knees and bent over her sliding his hands along her thighs and up across her belly moving the thin gown up as he went.  His hands grabbed her bra and ripped it open so he could grope her tits while he fucked her.

 

“I’ve been dreaming about this since the last time I fucked you” Landry said.  As his weight came down on her it restrained her movements and allowed him to get his penis into position for penetration.

 

Obedelia gasped as he forced the head of his cock between her lips into her hole.  He pushed deep into her and began pumping her slowly.  She cried like a baby but he took no notice.  Whether she wanted it or not didn’t matter to him; he was going to breed her.  There was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to make it happen faster.  She lay there wracked with sobs while he used her.

 

By the time he finished the fight was gone out of her.  Possibly if she hadn’t been so drained she would have realized what they were doing in time to kick free, but before she knew it they had tied her ankles together and connected another rope that hung from the ceiling.  Landry tightened it, lifting her hips up off the bed.

 

“What are you doing?” she cried when she realized what they had done to her.

 

“This will keep the semen in you” Magdalene said.  “Irma will let you down in the morning.

 

“You can’t leave me like this” she cried, but she was wrong.

 

Obedelia cried herself to sleep while Dr. and Mrs. Landry went down to dinner, went for a stroll around the neighborhood and finally retired. 

 

She was awakened in the middle of the night by noises coming from through the wall.  At first she wasn’t sure what it was, but as the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that the Reverend was fucking his wife.  Magdalene had been aroused by the previous evening’s activities, and she was finally getting release.

 

“Oh my god” Magdalene cried.  “That was incredible… wait… wait, why don’t you go finish in your new little bitch.  She can always use another load.”

 

Magdalene had accepted the situation.  Her husband had been concerned that she would feel jealousy, and he had been right, until she had seen the way her husband treated the girl.  It was obvious that he didn’t love her.  Watching the way he used her, it was obvious that he would never love her.  The young girl with her skinny little waist and her perky tits would never be a challenge to the wife’s position.  She was just a hole for him to rub his cock in and a womb to produce children.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I had a wonderful time this evening…” she began as she held out her hand to him to shake.

 

He did not wait for her to finish her speech, but slipped his hand around the back of her neck.  He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers.  At first she resisted, but her sexual desire combined with the wine he had pushed at her all evening soon over powered her sense of proper deportment and she relaxed into his arms.

 

She was more than just a big girl, she was fat.  Her size had limited her social life and left her naive about dating situations.  She only knew what she had read, or seen in movies, or fantasized about when she was alone and her hands were massaging her breasts or exploring between her legs.

 

He was not like her at all.  He was successful, good looking and experienced.  As she relaxed, he opened her mouth with his tongue and his fingers brushed her face and neck.  He was in no hurry.  He had been confident that he would fuck her from the moment she agreed to have dinner with him.  They worked together and she had been positive that this would be a professional meeting.  She had no intention of letting anything romantic develop, but he had little interests in her intentions.  He knew women’s bodies.  She was late twenties, maybe thirty.  The office talk and his observations assured him that no one was mounting her, and from her manner, he guessed that no one had touched her in years if ever.

 

The evening had gone well.  She didn’t know how to drink, or socialize, but all indications were that she was naturally obedient.  She said she didn’t drink, but he had poured wine for her and when he told her to drink it she had done as he had instructed.  He had told her what to order.  Early in the evening, his directions could have been mistaken for suggestions, but as evening and the wine flowed, he became more and more assertive.  Now at her door she was submitting to his stimulating touch.  He could feel her desire for him to get on her breasts.  She was even starting to squat a little, spreading her legs, and he could smell that she was soaking through her panties.

 

“Invite me in” he commanded.

 

“It’s late, and my mom…” she started to protest, but his gentle finger pressed to her lips and silenced her.  He reached around her and turned the knob on the door.  He motioned with his head and she preceded him into the small one story house.  The living room and the kitchen were separated by a small breakfast bar that seemed to function as the dining room table.  In the center of the living room was a sofa that faced a large television that sat against the opposite wall.  The cushions on one side were compressed far more than the other.  It told him a lot about how she and her mother spent their evenings.

 

He went to the counter and set down the half empty bottle of red wine he had brought with him from the restaurant.  He found a large glass in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the bottle into it.  It all took less time that she needed to cross the room to the sofa.  He intercepted her before she could sit down.

 

“Aren’t you having any?” She asked as he stepped in front of her before she could plant her self in her usual position.

 

“Where is your bedroom?” he asked, ignoring her question as he thrust the glass into her hand.  “Drink some of this; it will help you relax.”  She did not answer his question, but her glance down the hallway that lead from the living room told him what he needed to know.  “Come along now.  I’m going to fuck you.”  He was gambling that she was drunk enough to respond to his direct approach.

 

Her mouth opened in shock, but her hips moved forward indicating that her body was far more willing than her mind.  Before she could say anything his hand grabbed the back of her neck and he pressed his open mouth against hers.  His tongue pushed through her lips and his free hand slid down the front of her low cut dress.  His fingers slipped into her bra cup and began working on her left breast.

 

He withdrew his tongue and lifted his mouth off of hers.  Her open mouth was panting now and her eyes were looking longingly into his. She put her free hand on the breast he was working on to hold him in place, and encourage him to continue.

 

“I want to be gentle” he said.  “I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to do exactly as you’re told.”  Her eyes were glazed over and she just nodded at his command.  The instruction was carefully said; calculated.  He had been preparing her for this moment all evening.  He had perceived weeks earlier that she had a natural tendency to be submissive.  He had watched all evening as the alcohol had stimulated and strengthened the natural tendency.  By tomorrow she would feel differently, but for tonight she was his.

 

He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her arm just above her elbow and moved her off down the hall way toward her bed.  Her resistance was half hearted at best.  The hallway was narrow and she was staggering from her inebriated condition.   There really wasn’t room for him to walk beside her and he was forced to withdraw his hand from her tit.

 

“I should tell you” she apologized, “I haven’t had a lot of experience with this.”  He smiled and stifled the urge to laugh at her obvious understatement. 

 

He wondered if it was more from her being shy, or her being fat that had limited her social life.  It was probably a combination.  If she went to bars with friends, she would have been the fat girl that a group of guys would have always joked about.  Who was going to fall on the grenade?  She was astute enough to know the jokes were about her, and so she probably did not go out with her friends, if she even had any.  Women were even harder on fat women than men were.

 

His hands brushed her hair and he kissed her again.  It was not necessary.  He knew her pussy was already wet enough to penetrate.  Even without her own juice, he had brought enough lubricant to keep her screaming for half the night, but he liked what kissing did to her.  His kisses also distracted her while he unzipped her dress and his hands explored her.

 

He had her out of the dress in almost nothing.  Her breasts would probably have been quite small if she were not so fat.  The nipples were almost nonexistent; just dark red patches lying flat on over inflated tits.  It further confirmed his theory that she had not seen much action even when she was younger.  Young boys would usually mount anything, but they usually liked to suck tits, and the sucking usually developed the nipples.  Maggie’s looked as if they had never been touched.

 

He got the bra off and was working on the slip when he encountered a little resistance.  She said she was not comfortable with him seeing her body, and wanted to keep the slip on.  Well, her mind was not completely gone.  He wondered what would have happened if he had insisted.  It was not worth finding out.  Her body was not something he needed to see to help with his erection anyway.  His cock had started to stiffen before they left the restaurant.  He had been ready since he had told her to invite him in and she had submitted.  He was hard enough to pop the cherry of a twelve year old.  It didn’t matter to him what she looked like.  He was only interested in the warm wet hole between her legs, and filling her.

 

He pulled a pillow off the bed from under the comforter and dropped it on the floor at the edge of the bed.  Normally he liked the first fuck to be from the front between the legs.  He preferred to strip a girl down always keeping his cock buried in his underpants until his hips were firmly between the woman’s thighs, and he had her arms pinned above her head.  Then when she was helpless he would pull down his under ware and let her see what she was about to get.  Women always panicked when they saw his cock.  Usually they would struggle and try to stop him before he shoved it into them.  He would kiss them to stifle their protests, and force himself into them as they desperately struggle to close their legs.  

 

He had never met a woman that had not found his first penetration painful.  Even the black whores in Southern Africa panicked when they saw him.  He was long and he was thick and stiff as an iron pipe.  When they panicked they struggled, and then he would rape them.  He loved forcing their little holes open and stretching their tunnels.  He was big enough to fill any woman he had ever met, and he knew what he was doing well enough to force an orgasm from even the most reluctant.  They usually cried when he went in screamed while he pumped them and in the end begged him not to pull out.  He especially loved married women.  A few nights in the sack with him always made their husbands worthless to them.

 

Maggie was different.  First of all, she was no ninety pound weakling.  She lifted a couple hundred pounds every time she stood up.  Subduing her might prove more than he was up to and secondly he knew that the more a woman had to be forced, the more humiliated she would feel the next day.  He had to work with her at the office, and he wanted to keep on using her after tonight.

 

“Get down on your knees and pull down your panties” he instructed. A little pressure on her shoulders overcame her reluctance and he turned her around in front of him.  He had taken off his shoes at her front door, and now a little pressure on the back of her knees from his bare foot convinced her to get down into position for him.

 

She bent forward and put her hands on the bed to steady her heavy body as she lowered to knees.  He stripped his shirt and jeans as she reached up under he slip and pull down her panties.  She got them down to her knees before he was kneeling behind her.  His chest pressed against her should blades as he ordered to bend forward.

 

Her bed was high enough that her knees lifted off the floor as her as her stomach pressed down on the edge of the mattress.  He hooked the waist band of her panties between his big and first toe and pulled them down to her ankles and off of her feet.  So far she was presenting nicely.

 

His hands slid up her thighs over the thick layers of cellulite.  She was soaking wet and the scent of her desire was heavy on her.  She groaned as his fingers spread her.  Like the rest of her body, she had big lips puffy with fat.  His finger slid down her crack as she spread her legs.  In the dim light he saw her chubby hands gripping into the comforter on the bed as he lightly touched her clitoris.  He reached into the pocket of his jeans where he had abandoned them on the floor and brought out a small tube of KY jelly.  She was plenty wet, but he was planning a long session, and didn’t want to take any chances with her getting sore.

 

His left hand held the back of her neck as he slid the fingers of his right back up toward her hole.  She was struggling to keep quiet as he played with her.  Mostly he just rubbed her lips and teased her clit and vagina opening.

 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

 

“Yes” she moaned.

 

“I like my women to ask for it” he explained.  “Go on, ask me to fuck you.”  She turned her head and looked up at him confused.  “Go on, say it; ‘please fuck me.’”

 

“Please…” she was hesitant, but his encouraging expression gave her courage.  “Please fuck me” she said.  With that he pushed his middle finger into.  “Oh my god” she cried, slamming her fist into the mattress.

 

She wasn’t a virgin, but he doubted that she used tampons.  He moved his finger around in her, rubbing her exploring her.  She was easy to arouse.  If she had ever been fucked, it had been by a very small man.  Well, it was time for her to learn the facts of life.

 

She was gyrating her hips beneath him encourage his finger.  He tightened his grip on her neck and withdrew his hand.  He pulled down his under ware and guided his cock to her lips.  He had enough experience to find her tiny hole without assistance, but he wanted to rub the head of his penis on her before penetration.

 

“Try to relax and spread your legs” he ordered.  “It will make it easier.”

 

“What…” suddenly she realized it had not been his cock in her before.  “No” she cried as she felt the pressure of the head against the hole that was far too small to him.  His cock was nearly a foot long and as thick as her wrist.  The dark read head forced its way into her.  He tightened his grip on her neck enough to hurt.  It was all he could do to hold the big woman down.

 

“No… No, take it out” she begged.  “It’s too big.  It hurts.”

 

“Lie still and spread your legs” he suggested.  “I will make it easier.  I’ll take it out when I’m done with you.  Now be a good little girl and lie still while I pump you.” 

 

Once the head broke through the tight little ring of her vagina entrance it was easier to push more of it into her.  He knew from experience that once he got at least four of five inches of his cock up her it would be more painful for her to move than to stay still: then she would stop struggling and let him fuck her.  All women worried about their pussies and she would submit rather than risk damaging her cunt by squirming.

 

She felt good and he considered abandoning the gentle approach in favor of something a little more satisfying, but he had invested a lot of time in getting her into this position, and he had more long term plans in mind.  He decided he would be gentle as long as she cooperated, but if she needed a lesson in obedience he again give hard fucking more serious consideration.  For now he settled for a slow steady pumping.  He could feel the conflict in her body.  Being stretched was painful for her, but on the other hand, his cock was rubbing places that had never been touched.  Slowly arousal was winning.

 

“Please stop” she begged.  “Please you’re too big for me…”

 

“I’m sorry” he replied.  “I know it hurts a little, but I’m going to fuck you.  I know it’s not your fault you have such a small cunt, but you are never going to be any good to me if I don’t stretch you out a little.  Try to relax and don’t fight me.  Don’t make me force you.”

 

She lay still and took it.  His dominant attitude seemed to increase her arousal.  She began to groan each time he pushed into her.  Soon she was trembling and swinging her knees under him.  She griped at the comforter on the bed as her first orgasm consumed all of her feelings.

 

When it ended, he lay still on top of her forcing himself not to explode in her.  Her first climax had taken less than half an hour.  He gave her ten minutes before he started up on her again. The second climax came quicker that the first.  Her discomfort was subsiding, and the huge cock buried deep in her stimulated her more than her mind could control. 

 

He kept at her giving her only brief rest periods between each session, never withdrawing from her.  After the third orgasm, she was panting, but she never complained as he just kept using her.  Finally he informed her that he was ready to fill her and that he was going to get a little rougher.

 

“Please don’t cum in me” she begged.  “I’m not on birth control, and I think I might be fertile.”

 

“Shhh…” he said.  “Don’t think about that now.  I’m going to breed you; it’s the way a woman is meant to be fucked.  Just concentrate on what I’m doing to you.  This is going to hurt.”

 

He lifted slightly and drove his cock straight down into her G spot.  She gasped as and tried to lift up off the bed, but his hands on the back of her head held her down and he began pumping her hard as he held her down by forcing her face into the mattress.

 

Each thrust slammed into the end of her tunnel.  He moved his hips to the left and raked the head of his penis along the right side of her vagina and then repeated the move on the other side.  Finally once more down into her spot, and then he drove hard straight into her.  She screamed in pain, but her vagina clamped down on him in a gut wrenching orgasm.  Her ass started bucking uncontrollably on the bed and he began pumping her full of the white cream.

 

When he finished he collapsed on her soft body, his weight adding to her own against the bed.  She lay perfectly still beneath him to exhausted to move.  His penis softened in her, but its length remained.  Eventually he pulled it out of her like a foot of rope.  Semen flowed out of the gaping hole it left behind and ran down her leg.

 

“Go clean yourself up” he said as his hands on her shoulder helped her straighten up.  More seminal fluid flowed out of her as she closed her legs.  Her heavy thighs came together but the white liquid continued to flow out of her open pussy hole and ran down the back of her legs.  “Be sure and wash yourself inside.”

 

She waddled off to the bathroom.  He heard the water running.  She was taking a shower.  He turned the covers down and stretched out on the bed.  Now he heard other noises, faint and muffled coming from the hallway.  He would have investigated if he had not figured out what they were.

 

She expected that he had gone when she finally came out of the bathroom.  Her eyes were dilated from the lights in the bathroom and she was blind in the darkness.  She made her way to the bed before he spoke.

 

“Kneel down on the floor again” he instructed.  She jumped back and nearly fell over in surprise.  He ignored her discomfort and repeated the instruction.

 

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw him swing his legs over the edge of the bed.  He reached out and took her hand pulling her forward.  She came to him dropping to her knees onto the pillow he had set out for her between his feet.

 

“Open your mouth” he commanded.  His cock had stiffened again in her absence, and he bent it down toward her with one hand as he put the other on the back of her head and pulled her forward.  She tried to protest, but the end of his penis was already forcing itself into her mouth. His penis was still wet from being up her pussy.  “Be careful to keep your teeth off me.  My cock is very sensitive.  Use your tongue and the roof of your mouth.  Make it feel like a pussy.” 

 

He took her hands and wrapped them around his shaft.  Her chubby fingers could not reach all the way around.  Even with the head deep in her mouth, there was still room for both of her hands on his shaft.  It was all she could do to get her mouth around the thick penis he forced her to take.  He showed her how to rub him and kept her head moving up with both of his hands gripping her hair.  She protested and squirmed, but just as a young boy can control a twelve hundred pound horse with a bit in its mouth and rope on its head, the big girl had no choice but to suck him.

 

“Swallow it” he ordered.  His cock throbbed in her mouth he shoved her head forward driving the penis deep into her and making her gag.  It was a simple decision; swallow or drown.  She gulped again and again as he pumped her full.  When he finished he released her and she jerked her head off him.  She coughed and scurried back to the bathroom.

 

“I’m going to be sick” she mumbled.  He followed her and stood in the doorway as she knelt in front of the toilet. 

 

He considered mounting her from behind and fucking her.  If she did actually did vomit it would cause constrictions in the vagina and that could be interesting, but he decided that might be a little to graphic for her.  She waited, but the urge to regurgitate never came and eventually she picked her self up.  He handed her a damp cloth to wipe her face and then the half empty glass of wine to finish.

 

“I didn’t like that” she complained when she had finished the wine.  “Don’t you ever…”

 

“You will get used to it” he interrupted.  “Come on back to bed.  I’ll give you the last one in your pussy.”  He took her by the wrist and led her back to the waiting bed.  She crawled on to the bed and he lay beside her.

 

“How long has it been since you have been fucked?” he asked.  She hesitated.  She had no intention of telling him about the one other experience she had had, but she found her self answering anyway.  There was something about the way he told her to do things, she just obeyed.

 

“Almost fourteen years ago” she began.  “It was after my junior prom.  I wasn’t going to go.  No one had invited me.  Then my best friend told me she had fixed me up with this really cool guy.  He was a senior, and he was almost nineteen.  She said he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to take me.  I was really young and stupid, or I just wanted to go so bad I never thought about why anyone would want to go with a fat girl like me.”

 

They had gone to the prom.  Maggie’s mom had gotten her a new prom dress.  It was white, with a low neckline and an even lower back.  It was altered to fit her and it hid her real size and weight well.  Kevin had been attentive and danced with her and brought her red punch to drink that he spiked from a flask that he kept in the breast pocket of his tux jacket.  He generally took good care of her.  She had talked with girls that were the dates of other cool guys and she was on top of the world.

 

They left around one.  Kevin had borrowed his father SUV and they drove out of town and parked in a deserted place near the cemetery.  Maggie had assumed he was taking her home.  It never occurred to her that he had other plans.  She was just fourteen.

 

When they stopped he told her to get in the back.  That was the first time she asked were they were.  He got out and came around to the passenger side of the car and almost pulled her out of the seat.  She had told him no when he opened the back door of the truck and she saw the inflated air mattress in the bed in the back.

 

“Look” he said.  “I kept my end of the bargain.  I showed you a good time at the dance.  Now it’s your turn.  Get in and pull up that pretty little prom dress of yours.”

 

“What are you talking about?” She demanded.  “What bargain?”

 

“Angela said you would put out if I took you to the prom” he explained as he turned her toward the opening and pushed her forward.

 

She stumbled and crawled into the back of the van on her hands and knees.  She was shocked.  Her best friend had pimped her for a date to the prom.  At first she just couldn’t believe it.  She went numb.  By the time she got her senses back she was on her knees on the mattress and he had pulled her skirt up over her hips.  She turned to push him off, but he pushed her sideways as she turned and she fell on her side.  He grabbed her ankles and rolled her onto her back.

 

“No… No… Stop it…” she had demanded, but then he pulled out the knife.  It glistened in the moonlight.  He had only intended to use it to cut off her panties, but it terrified her so much that she froze.  His hand slid down her inner thigh, and she opened her legs to avoid being cut.  Probably if she had brought her foot up and kicked him in the face she could have knocked him out of the SUV and then got out and beat the crap out of him.  She had relived the scene in her mind a thousand times since it happened.  Each time she came up with something she could have done to change the outcome, but at the time she opened her legs and he believed it meant that she was willing despite what she had said.

 

He cut the center panel out of her panties and then the side allowing him to move the protective cloth out of the way and expose her.  He threw the knife aside and lay down between her thighs putting his weight on her chest.  He pushed his mouth on hers as he used his hands to unbutton his pants and take out his penis.  She felt his fingers fumbling with her lips and searching for her hole.

 

“Well, well” he said.  “You really want this don’t you?  You’re wetter than a half fucked slut in whore house.”

 

It was all he said.  Then he rammed his cock up her.  He ripped through her hymen and opened her up.  He was probably completely unaware that she had been a virgin.  He pumped away at her for a few minutes and then ejaculated.  He probably never even noticed that she was crying.

 

After he finished he kissed her quick, put his hands on her breasts to push himself up and jerked his cock out of her.  He crawled out of the truck, pulled his pants up and got in behind the wheel.  He left her in the back and drove her home.

 

When he opened the back of the truck she was still laying there with her dress up and her legs open just as he had left her.  Blood and semen were running out of her.  She was numb from the experience.  Her friend had promised him he could fuck her if he took her to the prom.  He had taken her.  She had let him fuck her.  She guessed that made her a slut, or maybe a whore.  It was so totally opposite of how she had considered herself.  It changed her forever.

 

“Listen” he asked as he pulled her dress down.  “If you can keep a secret, I would be willing to see you again.  Just for sex, I mean.  I kind of liked fucking you, even though you are fat and all.  I was thinking if you wanted, I could come do you a couple times a week or something; maybe Wednesdays after football practice and Sunday nights.  Of course, it would have to be our secret.  I mean, I wouldn’t want kids at school to know I was doing a fat girl.”

 

Her face reddened with anger.  He mistook it for embarrassment.  She stomped off toward her front door.  The truck peeled away before she reached it.

 

Her mother had said hello and asked her how it had gone without looking up from the TV.  If a commercial had not come on at that instant she probably would not have turned and saw the blood stain on the ass of Maggie’s dress as she walked toward her room.  Her mother may have never realized that her daughter had been opened that night.

 

Maggie said that she hated Kevin and what he had done to her, but she told the story with so much detail, that Dran realized that she had relived the experience again and again.  It was probably her favorite masturbation fantasy.

 

Dran rolled over on top of her.  She was to fat to do a proper missionary fucking, but he arched his back and brought his penis into position for penetration.  He laid his chest on top of hers and put his hands between her legs to spread her thighs, mimicking her first sexual experience.  Just as before she was wet and he drove his cock deep into her.  She gasped as he began fucking her for the third time.

 

“No… No…” she whispered, more to herself than for him.  She was well aware that he was not going to stop but it reinforced that she had no choice, and that was what she needed to start her orgasm.

 

He had intended it to be quick.  He wanted to try to match her first experience.  He was hoping that he would get substituted for Kevin when she played with herself, but her moaning caused him to delay.  She was going to come again and he wanted to feel her giving it to him.

 

He finally did put another load into her just after she climaxed and got off her and pulled out of her.  She attempted to get up to go wash out her cunt, but he pushed her back down.  The last glass of wine, the orgasm and the lateness of the night had left her exhausted and unsteady.

 

“Leave it in” he advised.  “I had a vasectomy several years ago.  You will not get pregnant.”  She tried to look shocked and accusing, but sleep was coming on her fast.  He pulled her night gown down and covered her with a sheet.  He kissed her on the forehead and told her good night.  “I think we should give your pussy a few days to rest.  Let’s get together next Tuesday for another session.”  She only half heard him.

 

He pulled on his pants and put on his shirt on leaving the buttons undone.  He slipped down the hall barefoot.  He noticed the thick carpet was matted down just outside of the bedroom door and had damp spots.  The house was dark as he made his way through the living room toward the front door.

 

“Did you enjoy my little girl?”  The old woman’s voice was not a complete surprise even though he had not seen her on the couch.

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he replied without turning around.

 

“Took you long enough to get off on her” the voice was accusing.  “I suppose it’s a little tough her not being the centerfold type and all, but don’t you dare just disappear now and never come to see her again.”

 

“Good evening Mrs. Rutherford” he was not about to explain himself to the old lady or anyone else.  He took three more steps toward the door and reached for the handle.

 

“Does your wife know your not working late tonight?” The old woman asked.  Dran froze in his tracks.  “Oh yes, I checked you out a little when Maggie told me she had a business meeting with one of her coworkers.  She may be a little inexperienced, but I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”

 

“I don’t take kindly to treat or innuendo” Dran replied.

 

“You just treat my daughter nicely and I won’t get involved with your affairs” she offered.

 

Dran’s opinion of the old woman shifted as he began to see her as a mother wanting to protect her daughter than just an old busybody who liked to masturbate to the sounds of live porn.

 

“Maggie is grown woman” he said.  “She knows her own mind, but if you wish to fill in your calendar, I believe she is busy next Tuesday.”

 

Maggie’s mother got off the couch and crossed the room to meet Dran properly.  She was wearing a house coat over a thin night gown.  She was not at all like her daughter.  She was thin and in great shape.  She looked to be in her late thirties, but she had to be at least mid forties, possibly pushing fifty.  She stepped up to him and held out her hand.

 

“My name is Angela” she said holding out her hand and offering a new begining.  As she did so, her robe fell open in the front.  She made no move to close it.  “I am very protective of my daughter, maybe to protective.”  Dran took her hand and held it more than shook it.

 

“My name is Dran” he said, “but you already know that don’t you.”

 

“A woman is told her whole life to cover up her body” Angela explained, “especially the area between her legs.  It’s easy for a woman to get the idea that there is something wrong with her; maybe she is ugly under her clothes.  You can imagine what it does to her when a man seduces her and she gives him what he wants and then he never calls or wants her again.  She could start to think that when he got her clothes off he saw something he didn’t like.”

 

“I suppose that could happen” Dran replied, “Although it has never happened to me.”

 

The nightgown that Angela wore was very shear.  Unlike Maggie’s fat round breasts, her mother’s were smaller with long nipples that had been fully developed either by a baby’s sucking or extensive massage from the man who fucked her.  Her breast sagged slightly, but not a lot considering her age.  He stomach was flat and she had recently shaved her pussy hair.  She looked good for a woman of any age.

 

He said goodnight again and made his way out to his small SUV.  He lived less than two miles away and at one AM, there was almost no traffic.  He slipped into his house, showered in the down stair bathroom and left his clothes in the laundry room.  He was naked when he climbed the stairs and slipped into bed behind his wife.  He had been careful to be quiet so as not to wake her, but she turned over and crawled under his arm to sleep on his chest.

 

“How was it?” she asked.  “I gather you got her into bed.”

 

“It was ok” he said.  “She is small.  She is going to need some work to stretch her out so I can use her properly, but she is naturally submissive and I think if I take my time with her she will be very cooperative.”

 

“You are going to see her again then?”  Her voice sounded hopeful.  “You made her come didn’t you?”

 

“Oh yea, I made her come” he sighed.  “You can never really know how a person will react, and I suspect that tomorrow she will be feeling used and angry.  She will stomp around, and have a lot of nasty things to say, then Saturday, she will calm down, and by Sunday she will be itching and start masturbating again with a whole new set of fantasies.  By Monday she will be much nicer and ready to get fucked again by Tuesday.”

 

“I’m sorry” Shaminie said.  “I know you don’t really like fat girls.  I guess it isn’t all that much fun for you, but I really appreciate having the night off.  If I was just a better wife…”  He leaned over and kissed her forehead.  It broke her chain of thought and ended her apology.

 

“Unfortunately” he explained.  “The only person I really want to fuck is you.  What she looks like really doesn’t matter.  Even if she were this skinny little Pilipino girl that looked exactly like you I would still rather mount you.  She is naturally obedient, and she has a tight pussy, that I will stretch out to fit my penis and I think I can train her spread for me.  I told her Tuesday.  I think with proper schooling I can use her Tuesdays and Thursdays.  That will give you a couple nights week and it will be good for both of us.”

 

“Do you want to fuck me now?” she asked.

 

“I’m fine” he said.  “We can wait until morning.”  She squeezed him and kissed his pectoral muscle.

 

“I love you” she said.

 

“I love you too” he said and kissed the top of her head.

 

He slept until almost six.  She was already in the shower by the time he finally awoke.  He slipped out of bed and joined her.  She stood almost five feet tall and maybe weighed ninety ponds soaking wet.  Her skin was naturally a light brown and she had long flowing black hair.

 

She lifted her leg and put her foot up on the soap dish dispenser that was mounted in the shower wall.  It gave him better access to her.  He was erect when woke up.  He was always erect when he woke up.  Shaminie braced herself against the wall with one hand and bent over.  With the other she reached between her thighs and spread her lips.  He bent his knees to lower himself to the level of her cunt.

 

“Ahh…” he groaned as he shoved the full length of his cock up his pretty little wife.  The motion was smooth and steady and he went up in one long push.  He reached around her and grabbed a breast in each hand.  They were small, tight and perfectly proportioned to her small body, with nipples that he had developed with years of sucking.  He steadied her as he began to pump. 

 

“Hmm…” she let out and animal cry as he penetrated her.  The water from the shower fell on the back of her head and shoulders and streamed down her slender back.  It collected in her butt crack when he pushed into her and splashed on the floor of the shower when he backed out.

 

“You feel so good” he cried as he felt her vagina tighten around him as he forced her into an orgasm.

 

They had been married for almost five years.  She had been a virgin on their wedding night.  She was a small woman, and he had spent months stretching her slowly and had been rewarded with tunnel that had molded itself to his exact shape.  Everything he did stimulated her.  Unless he finished quickly, fucking her made her come whether she wanted to or not.  It was one of the most dominate things he did to her.

 

He ejaculated at the peak of her orgasm, and then bent over her to hold her and kiss her shoulder at the base of her neck.  The water shifted and poured down his back now.  She put her leg down and slow straightened up.  It only caused him to pull a couple inches out of her.  He remained half squatting behind her with his knees outside of her legs.  She turned her head to kiss him.

 

Once again she felt a wave of guilt for wanting him to use another woman so she could have a couple evenings a week without sex.  Worst of all, she hated that it had to be a fat thing with no social skills or life like this Maggie, but he had been right.  It was not fair to a woman that had other prospects.  Beautiful women would only be a short term thing at best, and they often came with complications.  Maggie was perfect.  Maggie had a simple choice; spread for her husband, or shove a rubber cock up herself and spend the rest of her life without sex.

 

He cooked breakfast for them while she finished her shower and dried her hair.  As they ate they talked about everything.  Her works, his work, the dinner party that Andrea was having on Friday, even the trip to London they had planned for July.

 

“I have been designated as co-chair on the Henderson case” she told him.

 

“When did this happen?” Dran exclaimed.  “I though you were just assisting.”

 

“Friday” Shaminie exclaimed smugly.  “The partners did not like the way Benson was handling it.  I think I would have become prime council if Benson had not brought in the account.”

 

“You deserve it” he said frankly.  “You have done all the work on that case.  Benson is just a sycophant.” 

 

“So how is your new design coming” she asked.  “Did Pendergrass look at your ideas?”

 

“Actually” he explained, “I think that one is going to cost the company another twenty thousand.”

 

“What” she exclaimed.  “How did that happen?”

 

“Pendergrass liked my ideas” he explained.  “They applied for patent, and it usually costs about that much by the time the lawyers get done with all the paper work.”

 

“You goose” she said.  “The circuit worked; that’s fantastic.” She reached across the table and slapped him playfully on the arm.  “What is that fifteen now?”

 

“Well” he said, “the first one was a lot more exciting.  It’s kind of boring now.”

 

“Don’t make light of this” she demanded.  “Most engineers spend their whole careers without a single patent with their name on it.  You have fifteen with this company in just the past five years.  The intellectual property that you have brought to them alone must be worth ten or twenty million.”

 

“Well the attorney fees eat into some of that” he joked.

 

“I always said” she reminded him “that if Radon engineering would use Allen, Loci, and Heart we could get you a discount on legal services.”

 

“Oh yea” he said.  “I could just see you telling Benson to write patent disclosures and standing in line at the patent office to file papers.”

 

“Well” she countered, “he’s worthless as a defense attorney.”

 

After breakfast they washed dishes together and then she bent over the arm of the couch so that he could fuck her one last time before he left for work. 

It was quick, too quick for her to cum.  That was fine with her.  Her orgasms affected her strongly and she had dozens every week.  After he finished she licked his cock and kissed him goodbye.    Actually it could be argued that he didn’t really cum either.  He had ejaculated.  That wasn’t actually satisfying, but it was enough to prepare him for the day. 

 

He needed to ejaculate to function at work, in life, or in anything he did.  He needed to cum so he needed to fuck.  She was his wife, and so she presented herself for him to use.  She understood this when they were married, and he had only needed to reinforce the understanding once.  She understood that if she refused him she would be forced.  He loved her; desperately loved her, but in bed she was his to use.  They had the most wonderful marriage in so many ways.  He was attentive.  He listened to her; he cared about her and her life.  He had rescued her from an empty existence that had no future in Cebu and he had brought her to America.  He had helped her get through school and had helped her study for the bar exam.

 

Their life was perfect except for one thing – sex.  She would have been happy to open her legs for her man once or twice a week.  He took her three or four times a day, more on weekends.  The last thing he did before he went to work was fuck her.  The first thing he did when he got home from work at night was fuck her.  After the first fuck of the evening which was usually quick, often in her mouth, they would eat, or go out or go for walks along the beach or to a movie.  He was always with her when they were together.

 

Then they when they got home they went to bed and he fucked her.  This was usually a longer session.  It often went on for hours.  He would make her cum several times.  If she was tired, or not in the mood, it didn’t matter; her body belonged to him.

 

Then they would sleep.  Sometimes he slept through the night, sometimes he woke up at two or three in the morning.  He insisted that she sleep naked.  He would rub lubricant on his cock slide up behind her and shove it in her.  He didn’t care if she woke up or not.  She always woke up.  If she was tired or he knew she had a big day ahead of her, he would try to be quick, if not he would make her come.  Then they would go back to sleep, often with his penis still in her.  When he woke up in the morning, she got fucked again.

 

Her mother and sister told her that all men were like that during the honeymoon, but by the end of the first year, they lost interest.  She had half believed them.  They had been wrong, dead wrong.  After almost five years, he wanted her more than ever.  Her mother had told her it was a wife’s duty to present to her husband.  She was raised that way.

 

He liked her pussy most, but once in a while he came in her mouth, and Friday night she always got it in the back.  He was gentle with her when he butt fucked her and she was sure that he didn’t really like it that way as much as in the front.  He always had to go slow and it was hard for him to make her cum that way, but still on Friday night the water based lubricant was replaced with more industrial strength grease that allowed him to force his penis between her small well formed butt cheeks.  She took the full length of him up her ass and he came deep in her bowels.  Now that her rectum was stretched out enough to take him without pain, she didn’t dislike it.  Sometimes she actually found it more arousing.  She was his slave, and it turned her on to know that he was going to fuck her and she had no say in the matter. 

 

It also turned him on.  Dominating the woman that he was pumping was a major part of what made him cum, really cum.  It was what made sex satisfying for him, and gave him the release that he needed to function without constantly fighting the urge to jump anything with a pussy.  It allowed him to treat women as fellow human being; as equals, as people, more than just something to mount.  That was extremely important to him.  Respect for other people, both men and women was one of his most important values and the only way he could function was to fuck the shit out of his wife everyway.

 

Maggie got to work late on Friday and Dran was in meetings all morning after nine o’clock so he did not see her.  He went to lunch with the partners to get told how wonderful he was by people who could not possibly understand what he had invented.  He cared nothing for their praise, or their commendation, but he had to do the political thing so they didn’t get in the way of his design work.  It was five o’clock before he was alone in his office and Maggie came in to see him.

 

“I hate you” she began.  She was almost crying.  “You raped me.  You got me drunk and you raped me.”

 

“Please sit down” he said.  “We should talk.”

 

“I never want to see you or talk to you again” she wailed.

 

“Is that what you really want?” he asked.  “We went on a date last night, and it ended with sex.  I suppose you can remember that in several different ways.  You can think of this as date rape or as just sex, or maybe even good sex.  The past is often what we make it.  You are a woman.  Women need to be fucked.  Your track record is not that great at this point.  Currently you have had two dates in twenty eight years.  At your current frequency you will be fucked again when you are almost forty five.  Is that the life you want?”

 

“You raped me” she reiterated. 

 

“Is that the past you want to remember?” he asked.  “Both of your dates concluded with intercourse.  I understand that it turns you on to feel forced, but do you want to make the sexual fantasy into a reality?”

 

“I was raped.  I was” she demanded.  “Alright, I wanted it last night, but Kevin forced me to have sex when I didn’t want to.”

 

“I know” he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her to a chair.  He put his chair in front of her and touched her face gently.  “That was fourteen years ago and he is still raping you.  For all those years you have hid in your room with just your fingers for company and you have relived that experience.  Is that the way you want your life to go?”

 

 “No, I guess not” she confessed.

 

“I’m offering you something different” he said.  “Couple nights a week…”

 

“You’re making fun of me” she said.  “Men want cute pretty little things.  I’m fat.  Even if I wasn’t fat, I’m not pretty.  You don’t want me.”  He stood up in front of her and undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.  He took her hand and held it against his rigid pole inside his briefs.  “Oh my god” she gasped.

 

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he asked.  “You’re the only woman here.  You’re right, some men need big tits, a sexy waist and a cute ass to get hard, but men are not all the same.  I need a woman who knows how to be obedient, who spreads when I tell her too.”  Maggie was breathing through her mouth and rocking her hips back and forth on the chair.  Feeling him, hearing his encouraging words had her wetting again.

 

“Do you think I am as pervert?” she asked honestly looking up at him with big cow eyes.

 

“I don’t know” he replied honestly.  “Depends on what you think is perverted.  I don’t really care if you are.  I enjoyed fucking you last night.  I’d like to do you on a regular basis.  I think with a little training and practice, you would make a pretty good bitch.”  The rough words should have shocked her, but she was already aroused and her pussy was demanding she spread her legs.

 

“You’re married” she almost cried.  She pushed herself up off the chair and walked toward the door.  “You just want me for sex.”

 

“Yes” he replied. “I suppose that’s true.  My wife is a wonderful woman that I love very much and I do want you for sex.  The question is what do you want; sex with me a couple times a week or chocolate and romantic movies with your mother.  Or maybe you prefer lying alone in bed fantasizing about being raped while you rub yourself.”  She reddened and hung her head too embarrassed about the secret she had guessed to lash out at him.

 

“You used me to cheat on your wife” she countered in desperation.  She was trying to make an argument for leaving seem reasonable.

 

“I don’t think I would call it cheating” he said plainly.  “Think about it.  If every day for five years, your husband did what I did to you last night, would you feel cheated if he gave you the night off and worked over some girl that hadn’t been laid in fourteen years?  Our date last night was my wife’s idea, but this isn’t about her.  Go home Maggie; think about what you want in your life.  I’m hoping to see you on Tuesday.”

 

She left his office and he also packed up his computer and went home.  Shaminie was waiting.  She was naked, lying on her stomach on the bed.  She had taken a laxative to clean herself out and lubricated her rectum in anticipation of his attention.  He told her about his conversation as he lay on top of her and slowly forced his cock up into her.  In a few minutes she was scream and bucking beneath him trying to encourage him to fuck her harder.

 

“The little slut” he murmured.  “Your mother is far too lenient with you.”  He slipped out the front door and saw three young men jumping the back fence, two of them were black.  Carol should have been in school hours ago.  His assumptions changed to robbery.  Daren was no hero and had no thoughts of chasing them.  If anything was taken, the insurance companies would handle it.  He went back into the house.

 

In retrospect, he should have recognized the sounds of sobbing, despite the muffled nature.  It was not at all what he had expected when he opened the bedroom door.  In the center of the room with the sunlight highlighting her body she was naked on her knees and secured in a sort of restraint frame.  He should have rushed to her, covered her with a blanket from the bed, released her and held her and comforted her, but the scene was so strange, so erotic he froze and stared.

 

The frame that held her was a simple affair with small padded triangular pedestal forced up against pubic bone to keep her ass raised in position.  A wide strap around her waist held her in place.  She was sobbing almost silently. Another strap held her shoulders to a padded horizontal bar.  Her eyes were covered and her face was buried in a padded ring like one might see attached to a massage table.  Her shoulders were at least ten inches lower than her hips, but the face pad was tilted upward, holding her head back between her shoulder blades.  The arrangement forced her to keep her back arched.  Two more straps around her legs just above the knees pulled her legs forward and slightly apart.  The frame appeared to have been designed to keep its captive comfortable, and yet helpless.  With her back arched and knees forward, her pussy lips stood out proudly.  Like it or not, she was presenting herself.

 

He had not seen her naked since she was an infant.  Even changing her diapers her pussy had not caught his attention as it did now.  The smooth plump labia that the onset of puberty had not yet begun to cover with hair were parted slightly by the position of her legs.  They showed no signs of sexual arousal.  A stain on the carpet between he knees indicated that she had obviously been filled, probably several times.  He thought of the three boys he had seen running away when he had come home unexpectedly.  He tore his eyes away from his naked young daughter and looked around the room; a shirt, carelessly forgotten on the edge of the bed.  A tan ski mask and a bottle of Vaseline hand lotion and water standing on the hardwood floor leading from the bathroom. Slowly in his mind the events began to take shape.

 

He and his wife had both left for work early, leaving her alone to get ready for school.  It was the normal routine.  Somehow the boys had gotten in, probably set up their contraption and waited for her to step out of the shower.  They had grabbed her and drug her out of the bathroom.  She had probably struggled, but there were three of them, young men and much stronger than her.  They had forced her down onto the restraint frame.  With each strap that they secured her with, the fight had changed to pleading and sobbing.  Once they had her subdued, and her eyes covered they had stripped and gone to work on her.

 

Only now did he drop to his haunches and see the end of the rubber dildo sticking out of her mouth, held in place by a strap around the back of her head.  It had served two purposes:  It had silenced her screams and could be used during the intercourse to force a gag response.  Gagging, like coughing, sneezing or vomiting caused the vaginal muscles to spasm.  Forcing it into the back of her mouth possibly even down her throat would tighten her cunt enhancing their sensation during the intercourse.  It probably also caused her to buck violently against the straps that held her in position for fucking.  He had seen three of them.  Surely they had each used her at least once.  In this position, the semen could not have poured out of her.  The wetness on the floor was caused by overflow.

 

It was unlikely that they had intended to leave their equipment behind.  His unexpected arrival had interrupted their activities, but it was probable that they were almost finished with her anyway.  Most young boys can ejaculate twice.  A small young vagina would not hold sixty ccs of semen.

 

His attention turned again to the young body.  He noted the bruises on the budding breasts where the boys had been a little to rough with their groping.  He looked at her nipples that were still just candy kiss shaped cones and had not been sucked into shape by men attempting to arouse her and prepare her pussy.  Her hips were only slightly wider than her waist.  It had only been about seven mounts ago that his wife had told him that she had had her first period.  She was fertile, but obviously her body was not yet developed enough to handle pregnancy.  The thought caused him to wonder about the depth of her vagina.  They had appeared to be young boys, her age, possibly younger, certainly not much older.  Probably their penises had not done her any real damage.  He wondered if the first boy had even noticed when he ripped her hymen.

 

They had covered her eyes and strapped her down.  They had pumped the yellow liquid out of the bottle of hand lotion onto her lips; a reasonable substitute for a willing vagina.  Her hands were tied to the pedestal that held her knees a couple inches off the floor.  It was unnecessary.  In that position, her hands were of little use to prevent the penetrations, or free her self, but the restrains stopped her body from moving forward as they pumped her.

 

He could never have imagined himself doing it, but he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped around behind her.  He had been twenty two the first time he got his cock into a woman.  She had been several years older than him.  He had married at twenty seven.  He had never seen a piece of ass this young before.  If he had thought about it, he might have rationalized that it didn’t matter to her.  She had already been gang raped.  One penis more or less could hardly matter to her, but for him this was an opportunity that would never come again.  He didn’t think about it.  His penis had responded the instant he saw her.  He had known from the instant he walked into the room, what was an appropriate reaction for a father.  He didn’t think about that either.

 

She must have heard him undoing his belt, or perhaps the rustle of the denim as he pulled his pants down.  She began to struggle and her cries increased.  He smiled at what he was about to do.  His hands gripped her buttocks and spread them.

 

“Hmmm” she cried out as he moved one hand to the back of her neck and lined up his penis with the other.  She was struggling against the straps the held her hips, but she barely moved a half inch or so.

 

Slowly, deliberately, enjoying every movement, he pushed against her and felt the soft young lips part and engulf his rod.  Semen that the others had left in her squeezed out around his penis as went deeper.  God she was tight.  His wife hadn’t been this tight the first time he mounted her and after Carol was born, he had had to twist around insider to even get off.  His legs were trembling as he slowly began to pump his daughter.  He used her slowly deliberately, enjoying a sensation that he did not know could exist.

 

He bent over her and felt the tiny young breasts and the nipples that were so soft they surprised him.  He wanted to begin bucking violently, but he knew it would be over in seconds if he did and he wanted this to last.

 

The intensity of his arousal robbed him of any control he had left and his hand moved from her breast to her throat and then to the smooth round end of the rubber dong in her mouth.  Her reaction showed that she knew what was coming.  He pushed the full length of his cock into her and then gripping her by the hair with one hand and pushing on the vibrator with the other he forced it down her throat.

 

Her toes slipped across the carpet as she desperately tried to get leverage and her back slammed against the strap that held her.  Her whole body was trembling and her cunt gripped his cock like vice.  The contractions shot semen and cunt juice out all over his thighs. 

 

Her hands were shaking when he pulled the dildo out of her throat.  She was panting trying to make up for the lack of breath that she had missed and from the terror that he was not finished.  He kept his finger in her hair and his hand on the tool and but went back to fucking her.  He didn’t wait for her to completely return to normal respiration before he again made her swallow the large rubber cock shaped toy.

 

After the fourth session, the fight was gone out of her.  The gagging and lack of oxygen still had the desired effect on her cunt, but now she only sobbed between breaths.  He released her head and slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt.  It slapped hard against his abdomen, standing hard and angry for not being allowed to finish.  He reached across the floor for the bottle of hand lotion and unscrewed the pump top.  They had ruptured her hymen, but there are many forms of virginity.

 

She lay there relaxed, probably assuming he was finished, when she felt the cold hard threads of the plastic bottle pressed against her asshole.  A new wave of pain and fear washed over her as he twisted the bottle, literally screwing the opening into her.  It hurt, and when he squeezed the bottle, the thick greasy enema felt cold in her. He finished by pulling the bottle out of her and pouring the last of it contents between her cheeks.  There was no way a well lubricated hole could stop his hard rod.

 

She tried to flex her butt muscles to prevent him, but her legs were tied to far apart to be effective.  He bent over her positioning himself and forced his rock hard penis through her cheeks up to the tiny hole that had never had any larger than a rectal thermometer in it.  He pushed and he strained to force her open.  She fought him, but from the beginning she knew it was no use.

 

He had never sodomized a woman before.  He had seen it on videos, and they made it look easy.  The first woman he had ever fucked had told him that she had done it, but that his cock was too thick and had never opened her cheeks for him.  He had tried to broach the subject with his wife, but she would not consider it.  He knew it could be painful for the woman if the man did not move slowly.  He knew that he should apply a modest pressure, and then wait for the woman to relax her sphincter and allow him in.  Knowledge often gets swept away in the heat of passion.  Besides, he didn’t think that Carol was going to relax and open her asshole willingly.  His hands gripped her cheeks and forced them apart and slowly he felt the head of his penis winning the battle.

 

As the head cleared the gateway, the resistance vanished and he pushed four inches up her before he stopped.  She was screaming into the dildo that filled her mouth, but there was very little sound.  He knew he had hurt her, but that was noting compared to what he had planned.  Slowly he twisted and changed the angle of his penis until he found the path through her rectum into her bowels and then he pushed the rest of the way up.

 

Once deep inside of her, he bent over her, using his elbows to steady her hips and gripping her breasts with his hands.  He held her young body still and began to pump her hard.  He had not thoughts of gentleness he pistonned in and out of her violently.  He tried to stall his orgasm, but when he knew it was over he jammed himself as deeply into her as he could.  His cock throbbed and he emptied himself into her and then collapsed against her back.

 

Now that it was over, the guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.  He was not a stranger to the feeling.  He had been raised in a strict religious household and he had had the feeling every time he had masturbated beginning when he was ten.  He knew the shame and he knew its course.  He knew in time it would burn away and he would be left with an experience that he would cherish.

 

He pushed himself up off her and yanked his softening penis out of her.  He stared down at the gaping hole he had left between her cheeks.  He stared at her until finally the muscles that had been forced to submit again took charge and closed her ass.

 

He stood and pulled up his pants and retrieved his shirt.  Mentally he went through the logistics of what had just happened.  His daughter had been raped and sodomized by a gang of young thugs.  She probably had not seen and could not identify any of them.  He hadn’t said anything out loud.  There was no way she guess that one of them was her father.  He would slip away now and come back in an hour or so.  He hated leaving her strapped down like that, but she would survive for another hour.  Then he would arrive and go through all of the comforting things that he had expected himself to do when he first saw her.  She would have to live with the memory of being raped, but his actions could not affect that.  His comforting her would be a positive thing in her life and their relationship.  That much he could offer.

 

***********

 

“Oh my God” he cried.  “What happened?”  She was still shaking from the sobs though her eyes had run out of tears.  He rushed to her and knelt beside her.  She cringed when his hands touched her shoulder.  “It’s alright baby.  It’s me; I’ll get you out of this.”  He reached for the bed and with a firm motion pulled the comforter free to cover her.  Slowly he fumbled with the straps that held her, making a show of not being familiar with the mechanism and seemingly accidentally touching her intimately.

 

When he finally got her hands free and the straps across her back and hips undone, she rolled off the frame twisting her legs in the restraints that still held her thighs.  Daren pulled the blanket aside to release the remaining buckles.  It gave him a last good look at her pussy.  She didn’t seem to care that her loving daddy saw her.  He wrapped her in the blanket and lifted her off the floor and laid her on the bed and stepped back, not certain what to do next.

 

“Please don’t go.”  Her voice was weak; hoarse from crying and having a horse sized rubber penis shoved down between her vocal cords.  “Please don’t leave me alone.”  He sat on the bed next to her and reached for her hand.  She threw her arms around his neck and crawled into his lap like a small child.  “Hold me please; just hold me.”

 

“It’s alright baby” he said.  “It’s over.”  He held her and smoothed her hair.  He said nothing, just held her and petted her head.

 

“I need to take a shower” she begged, “but I don’t want to be in the bathroom alone.”

 

“I think we should call the police before you wash up” he offered.  He was almost certain what her reaction would be, but he added.  “They will want to examine you…”

 

“NO” she almost screamed.  “No, and you can’t tell anybody.”  He forced his face to remain solid and not show the smile that welling up in his chest.

 

“We have to report this” he said.  “You were assaulted…”

 

“I was raped” she shot back, “Gang raped and nobody must ever find out.”  He looked shocked at the vehemence of her response.  “What do you think they will think of me a school if they knew?  They will either think I made it up, or that I wanted it, or worse they will feel pity for me.  You think any boy will ever want to go out with me once he knows what they did to me.  You think any of my friends will still want to hang out with me?  Promise me you won’t ever tell anybody.  Anybody and that includes mom; please daddy please.”  She leaned back and looked him in the eyes waiting for his promise.  Slowly he nodded.

 

He held her as she limped slowly toward the bathroom.  The violent penetration of her asshole would take a few days to heal.  He sat on the toilet lid and watched through the glass shower door while she scrubbed herself.  She pressed the hand held shower nozzle against her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, trying to wash away the last trace of what they had left in her.

 

That night he pressed his wife for intercourse.  She was tired and not in the mood, but eventually she realized that the shortest path to sleep involved submitting to his advances.  He kissed her he petted her and fingered her until her cunt was ready, and then he rolled her onto her stomach and told her get on her knees.  She got up on all fours, but shortly after he had his cock deep inside her he leaned forward pressing down on her shoulders.  Eventually she submitted and lay her breasts down against the mattress and arched her back presenting her pussy.

 

His hands gripped his wife’s ass and he closed his eyes and pretended he was using another younger, smaller, tighter cunt and he filled Carol’s mother.

 

He spent a lot of time alone with Carol after that.  He had convinced her that they needed to talk about what had happened.  That she needed time to process it.  That it was not healthy to pretend it didn’t happen.  At first she was reluctant.  He told her she should see a counselor.  Finally she was able to see the wisdom in his advice, but professional counselors were out.  She didn’t want her friends asking what they talked about or worse, just thinking she must be crazy.  Instead she turned to the one person who already knew her secret and slowly she began to open up to him.  She talked about what it was like, the fear, the humiliation.

 

After his private talks with his daughter, he used his wife.  He used her hard, and he started fingering her asshole while he pumped her cunt.  She said she didn’t like it but he argued that he needed to tighten her pussy or it took him longer to cum.  She was his wife and had been raised that it was her duty to submit to her husband.  If this is what he needed to control his desires… In reality he was masturbating to a fantasy, a memory, but he was using his wife’s body as receptacle.

 

“The last one was the worst” Carol said.  “I thought it was over.  I thought they had all gone.  I guess he came back, or maybe he was there all the time waiting for the others to, you know…  He was a lot bigger than them… his penis I mean, and he didn’t just shove it up me and do it.  I think he was older.  He shoved that thing all the way down my throat while he was fucking me.  I thought he was going to kill me.  I thought maybe he sent the other boys away so he could kill me so I couldn’t talk, but he didn’t.  Again, just when I thought it was over.  I thought he was done.  I mean he got out of me…”  She hesitated.  They had covered this before, and never gotten beyond this point.  “I thought he was done with me, but then he spread my ass cheeks and shoved his penis into… you know… in the back up my anus.”

 

Daren wrapped his arm around his little girl.  “I am so very proud of you” he said.  “Takes a lot of courage to shine the light on something like this; I love you.”  He held her and they walked in silence for a while.  “I want you to consider something” he suggested.  “I think you should start having sex.”  He held up his hand to silence her protests.  “Sex is a beautiful and pleasant thing for both men and women.  I am afraid your one bad experience will affect you for a long time if you don’t have good experiences to out weigh it.  You’re a healthy young girl, and yet, you still don’t even masturbate.”  She reddened at the thought.  “Do you?”  She looked down and shook her head.

 

“I used to” she admitted.  “Well, not really, but a little.  I mean, I touched… you know.  I just don’t feel like it any more.”

 

“That really worries me” he said.  “Think about it.”

 

“I can’t” she countered.  “I mean, what do I do, find a boy and tell him I want him to mount me to help me get over being raped?  You think that wouldn’t get all over school? Even if I did find someone, what if I freak out the first time he drops his pants.  Trust me, there aren’t any boys that are going to keep a bad episode a secret, and of course, I can’t just tell them that I was raped and they need to take it slow.  There’s only one man in the world that I trust, and you’re my father.”

 

“We’ll figure out something” he said and hugged her again as they walked.

 

 

 

“Why don’t you come in for a night cap” she offered.  “I don’t really feel ready to say good night just yet.”  Her voice was suggestive.

 

“I really should get home” he said.  “I have an early day tomorrow, and I have already had more to drink than I should be trying to drive with.”  Her kiss was tempting, but he really didn’t want the blind date to go any further than it had already.

 

She reached up and touched his face and then let her hand slide down his neck and then down the front of his chest.  The gesture was provocative, and it had the desired effect.  It turned the tide of the battle between reason and desire that had been raging between his brain and his groin.  She was not his type.  She would not have been attractive even if she had not been overweight.  It had been a blind date setup through a computer dating service.  Her profile had not been very specific and had not included a picture or he would not have agreed to the first date meeting.  It was obvious that she was willing, but he was old enough to know that if he fucked her there would be obligations.  He knew he should say good night and let it mean goodbye, but he had had a little more to drink than was normal for him, and he hadn’t been in a woman in months which was not normal for him.

 

The door opened had he let her lead him into her apartment.  He resolved to keep this short and make his exit long before things got physical.  If he got on her he knew he would have to call her probably even see her again.  He would end up feeling sorry for her and then it would turn into a messy thing.

 

“Sit down” she said “I’ll get us some wine.  I think you will like this one; not at all pretentious.  It has only the slightest touch of alcohol.  It will help you sober up a bit before you leave.”  Somehow her words actually seemed to make sense at the time.

 

“I really should be getting to bed” he said.

 

“Well, let’s not rush things” she scolded.  Her voice was suggestive enough to make the double entendre obvious.

 

“I… I didn’t mean…” he had no idea how to get out of the verbal mess he had gotten into.  She sat beside him and handed him a glass of red which he sipped because he didn’t know what to say.  “Ah…” the stimulation went through him leaving both shock and arousal in equal amounts as her hand went up the inside of his thigh.  He leaned back on the couch automatically his legs parting slightly.  Her hand continued up and slid over the growing wad at the top of his thighs.  “I really can’t… I mean I really have to…”

 

She silenced him by putting her mouth over his and kissing him.  By the time she lifted off of him he was groping her breast.  He could not exactly remember how that had happened.  He hadn’t had to seduce her, and that alone was driving him wild.  He pushed her back against the couch beside him and moved over her to take the initiative. Her moves suggested he could do whatever he wanted to her and whether that was his imagination or truth it had the same effect.  He had completely forgotten his resolve; he was going to fuck her.

 

She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra making it easier for him to get at her.  It felt as if he had ordered her to do that, but he could remember saying anything.  It didn’t matter.  He had his hand inside her bra cup and was working on her before the kiss ended.

 

“Please be gentile with me” she begged.  “I haven’t had it in a long time.  I’m awfully tight.  I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me.”  He lifted off her and held out his hand to help her up.  She led the way to the bedroom.

 

Before he really knew what was happening he was pulling off his turtle neck shirt.  He had lost the sports jacket earlier but could not remember taking it off.  She was kneeling on the bed pulling her skirt up over he ass.  Her blouse and bra were gone and she was naked from the waist up and if she had been wearing panties she had lost them earlier.  She squirmed around and positioned herself, spreading her knees to give him a good look at her beaver in the dim light.

 

“Go ahead” she offered.  “Take me like a bitch.”  She lay her breasts down on the bed, arched her back and put her hands against the headboard to brace her body against his thrust.

 

He crawled up on the bed behind her and knelt between her knees.  He undid his belt unzipped his pants and took his penis out of his underwear.  He bent forward slightly and shoved it into her.

 

“Ah… oh god it’s so big” she moaned as he gave it to her.  All thought of being gentle vanished with the first penetration.  He bent forward and put his hands against the headboard above her and began to hammer on her with his hips.  She was panting as each thrust forced the air out of her lungs.  He grunted in ecstasy. 

 

The entire episode lasted only a few minutes.  She was tight on him and she was actively squeezing with her cunt muscles.  His cock had gone in like an iron rod and he fucked her like an animal.  Finally he bent down and grabbed her shoulders.  He arched his back to the limit of the tendons and forced his hips against her thighs.  He knew he was hurting her.  He knew she hadn’t seen a lot of action and his cock was longer than the tube he was forcing it into.  He didn’t care.  He was beyond caring.  He began pumping her full, empting himself into her.

 

When he was done breeding her he collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath.  His penis softened quickly and he rolled off onto the bed beside her; his pants and underwear still around his knees.  At first he was just a little embarrassed, and then he began to feel the guilt.  He had not done one thing to help her enjoy the intercourse.  He had gotten completely lost in his own needs.  He had not even made an effort to control himself or delay his ejaculation.  There had been almost no foreplay; to make him feel worse he had really enjoyed it.  He had come into her house determined not to get in bed with her.  He didn’t find her attractive.  He couldn’t even say he liked her.  He had just used her; hurt her and loved every one of the few short minutes.

 

“I’m sorry” he apologized.  “I normally don’t…”  She was lying on her side beside him smiling up at him.  Her expression silenced his remorse.

 

“You shouldn’t apologize” she said.  “You’re a man, a real man and you just took me the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman.  You should never apologize for your masculinity.”

 

He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was lying on her side looking up at him.  She wasn’t beautiful, her body wouldn’t have been sexy even if she lost fifty pounds, but lost in the feelings that her eyes conveyed, he didn’t notice.  All of her physical attributes were gone in that instant and it was just her.  He had used her, and yet she had welcomed it.

 

“I am very aroused” she said.  “I need to masturbate.  I can go in the other room if you find it offensive.”

 

“No… I won’t mind at all.  I…” he said it automatically.  Normally he would have loved to watch a woman masturbate, but he had come hard and was not the least bit sexually stimulated.  A beautiful woman he would have enjoyed watching; this was more charity.  He had not gotten up and left immediately because he felt guilty about how rough he had fucked her and felt he should give her a little more time.

 

“Human’s have survived for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands” she explained, “mostly because of our ability to breed.”  She rolled over and opened the drawer on the night stand and took out a small diameter dildo.  She flicked the switch on the base and the device began to squirm like a snake, bending and straightening in the middle and the head began to revolve as well as vibrate.  She shut it off and lifted her leg.  He was staring at the device.  “Do you want to stick it up me” she asked.  “I think I’d like that.”

 

He was breathing through his mouth.  Despite his depleted sexual state, he nodded.  His hand was shaking as she wrapped his hand around the base.  “Don’t be shy” she advised.  “I like it to go in hard.” She guided his hand to her pussy and then spread her lips.  He felt uncomfortable holding something that felt like a penis, but he went with it.

 

“Are you ready” he asked.  He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He moved the head around and thrust it up her.  She gasped as it went in.  He turned on the switch and then put his finger against the base and pushed the last few inches into her.  She was panting.  She closed her legs holding the device in her.  She closed her eyes and to enjoy the sensations.

 

“I have studied human anthropology extensively” she continued.  “It really is fascinating how our ancestors used to live.  Small groups, ten to twenty men and women lived together in caves or encampments.  The men and older boys would go out in a group to hunt.  Humans need the concentrated proteins of meat and the men could only hunt the larger animals in groups.  The party would usually be out for a day or more and would return with the kill animals gutted.  As they approached the camp, the women would get themselves ready.  Mmmm….” She moaned as the mechanical device in her cunt continued to push her closer to climax.

 

“What do you mean ‘get themselves ready’ what did this involve?” he was trying to hide his curiosity.  His mind was envisioning the images her words were painting for him.

 

“In the center of the main room of the cave” she continued, “they had rocks or large logs spaces several feet apart.  The women would strip and spread furs over the pedestals.  They would kneel and bend over the supports.  If a woman or girl was not aroused she would apply animal fat to her lips to make the penetration easier.  As the men approached they would see the naked females waiting and ready for them.  The men had spent their time and effort, often risking their lives to bring the meat that the group needed.  The women offered themselves as their part of earning their share of the kill.”

 

“Oh my god” he said.  “They just presented and waited for the men to mount and rape them.”  He tried to sound shocked, but his own sexual arousal at the images she was describing was hard to disguise.  In his mind he saw in vivid color the scene before the communal fire in front of the cave opening; eight to ten women of all ages kneeling, bent over rocks or logs with their asses raised to receive.  Men of all ages standing or kneeling behind them humping like animals grunting and coming.  The men would move from hole to hole filling whatever pussy was available and recovering quickly from each ejaculation ready to fill the next woman whoever she was.

 

“The women were only raped when they refused to submit” she continued.  “If all of the women presented, no one particular pussy got over worked.  Usually it was the women that made sure that all of the females who were old enough to receive did their part to take the men’s semen.  The men were aroused by the women’s bodies, and then even more by sex that was going on all around them.  In an orgy setting, men seldom care which hole they stick their cock into.”

 

“That must have been so awful for the women” his voice was not the least bit convincing of his feelings.  She glanced down and he followed her eyes to see that he was rubbing his penis.  His face reddened, but she only smiled.

 

“I’m ready to come” she said.  “Why don’t you put that thing to good use?”  She opened her legs and pulled out the dildo that had been inside of her.  She laid it carefully on the night stand where it continued to squirm and vibrate eventually falling onto the floor.

 

He crawled on top of her and she opened her legs and lifted her knees bringing her pussy up to meet his advance.  He carefully pushed up her attempting to be gentler than he had been before.  The dildo was smaller and shorter than his cock and it had tightened her up.  He had to force his way in.

 

“Don’t wait for me” she cautioned.   “I’m ahead of you, and I like it rough.”

 

He grabbed her arms and began to pump her hard.  It was his custom to sleep after he came, and he usually did not get hard again unless the first delivery had been unsatisfying.  He had come hard, and drained his balls.  He was aroused, but dragging out another load was going to take considerable effort.  He wasn’t even close when she started groaning and he felt the uncontrolled convulsions in her thigh muscles.  He picked up the pace slamming into her hard which only pushed her faster.  She was finished even before he felt the start of his orgasm.

 

“Don’t stop” she said.  “Don’t worry about me. Keep going until you finish.”

 

He resumed his harder faster pace trying to force his orgasm to the surface.  She bore down with her muscles squeezing his penis trying to help him.  His mind fixated on prehistoric women and the ancient breeding rituals that she had told him about. In that situation, men would not attempt to stall or restrict their natural orgasms.  Why would they?  If the woman didn’t cum with them, another man was right behind him ready to finish her.  If a woman finished earlier, and a new man had just mounted her she would cum and then have had no choice but to wait while whoever was on her got off in her.  Even if she was exhausted she would have to wait until all the men were ready to release her.  It was natural the natural way for men and women to fuck.

 

His own thoughts and imagination consumed him and as he felt the tingling that went down his back, across his hips and down his legs he felt the woman squirming under him.  She was pumping her legs to his rhythm.  She was going to climax again.  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and began driving his cock straight down into.  He pulled out as she lifted her knees and he reposition to drive straight into her G spot.  It was the move they both needed.  They went over the edge together and he began shooting into her as her heavy thighs crushed his hips holding him in her.

 

He shot load after load into her and then collapsed on her limp body.  His sexual interest was drained, but he images remained.  So many things suddenly made sense to him.  A younger woman with a tighter box would get more attention, and it made sense that her body might require more stimulation to reach orgasm.  Younger men mixed with older men fucking women of equally diverse ages.  A man could fuck whatever way was natural for him.

 

“You think you might have enjoyed life more in a simpler time” she asked.  She had seen the distant look on his face and guessed what was on his mind.

 

“Well” he said “I suppose that lifestyle would be fine for the men, but I think civilization has made it vastly better for women.”

 

“Better for women?” she sounded shocked.  “What are you talking about?  Maybe better as long as you’re skinny and young with huge tits, but you can’t possibly believe that this is better for anyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, civilization has done a lot to improve the lives of people, but it has ruined sex for everyone.  I mean, look at me.  This is the first intercourse that I have had in three years that didn’t involve my fingers and that toy and I had to practically drug you and tie you up to get you to use me.  You think I prefer masturbating to having men lined up to jump my ass.  Hell even the pretty little bitches get old and then they’re left alone with their fingers.  God made men and women and gave them a need and men came along with their silly rules and poisoned the most beautiful thing in the world.  It’s the worst thing that men ever did.  I hope they burn in hell for it.”

 

“Men?” he pushed himself up on one elbow.  “You think men did this?”

 

“Of course men did this” she said.  “The damn sex laws started with the patriarchal religions.  A man had to ‘own’ his woman and even if he didn’t want her pussy, he couldn’t let anyone else have her.”  She spit to the words out with sarcasm and disgust.

 

“How do you know so much?” he changed the subject.  She was obviously passionate about something he knew nothing about.

 

“Everybody knows this” she said, “well, everybody with any advanced anthropology training.  For obvious reasons, anthropologists don’t publicize the facts about what is natural human sexual behavior, but it’s not a secret.  You can imagine the political implications, not to mention the religious ones if the average person knew what was normal behavior.”

 

“What if a woman didn’t want to participate?” he asked.

 

“Strange question” she replied.  “I doubt that happened often.  Children grew up watching in the background.  Younger children watched older children move out of the shadows and take their place on the pedestals.  The boys and girls knew what would be expected of them when they got older.”

 

“Still” he pressed.  “Children are often rebellious.”

 

“There are different schools of thought on that” she explained.  “Usually the very young children stayed back in the shadows during the sexual intercourse.  As they got older the young boys had to accompany the men on the hunt before they were allowed to participate in the sex.  Young girls were left alone until their tits started to grow and their vaginas were large enough to receive.  When that happened the older women would inspect her vagina and decide if she was big enough to take their place with the women.  Some in my profession believe that if a boy refused to hunt, or a girl refused to kneel, they were excluded from meals until they submitted.  They either participated with the community, or they starved to death.  Most of us believe that refusal was not an option.  A girl that refused was stripped and held in position by the other women while the men forced her open.  She was usually treated roughly until her will was broken and she took her place willingly.  Boys who would not assist the men in the hunt were treated as women, taking it in the ass along side of the other girls.  Humiliation if not pain changed their attitude.”

 

“That just seems horrible” he said.  His penis was dead, but his blood was racing again.  He tried to fake a socially acceptable attitude that his hormones rejected.  The vision of a young girl begging to be let go as the women stripped her in front of half a dozen men who were all erect and ready to take her swam through his head.  Then she was forced to her knees and her legs pulled apart by the women who she knew as mothers and sisters.