Chapter 11: The Preacher’s Wife Becomes a Slut

Ashtoreth

I drifted through the church to find the preacher’s wife. I wanted to corrupt her. She sounded delicious. A preacher was a priest to Yahweh, so I was eager for this. A tingle raced through me as I searched for her. I drifted through the crowd. There were so many naughty, naughty women here. So open to coercion.

There were a few, though, that I couldn’t touch. Not virgins, but they had only been with their husbands. How disappointing of them. I hoped the preacher’s wife wasn’t one of them or Joseph would run into his first problem.

How would he handle a woman defying him? This wasn’t like the days of old when a king would just take a woman from her husband and risk divine judgment. It had happened. The wrong woman could have powerful protection.

Yahweh had frightened a few men who’d done that.

I found her. A black-haired woman. She looked Thracian, but I had learned the people groups of old were gone. America was a “melting pot” of cultures. She could be descended from so many different bloodlines. She was a faithful wife, though. She had never cheated on her husband, but...

He was not her first.

I smirked at that. She had not gone to her wedding night a virgin. That made her vulnerable. A shiver ran through me. What a delicious thing. I drifted close to her ear and began whispering to her. It was so much fun to do that.

“You’ve been such a good wife, don’t you deserve to be naughty from time to time,” I purred. “To enjoy a younger man. Like that first. That stud you think about sometimes who took your virginity.”

The woman shuddered as my words rippled through her.

“Like Joseph,” I purred, subtly nudging her to turn her head. “A stud that knows how to please a married woman. Your husband won’t ever know. And God will forgive you once you’re done. You’re only human. Mistakes happen, but God loves you no matter what, doesn’t he?”

“God loves me no matter what,” she murmured, her body growing hotter and hotter as I caressed her with my powers. I ran my thoughts over her body, tweaking her nipples. Caressing her pussy lips. I aroused her. She grew so wet.

So horny.

I loved it.

“Go and say hello to him,” I purred. “Be friendly. Show him how welcomed he is in this church.”

“Show him he’s welcomed,” she moaned, her body on fire now. It was so easy. Even the wife of a priest was no challenge if she opened herself up to sexual immorality. I drifted along with her as she moved to the young man. “Hi!”

He grinned at her, his eyes roaming her body. She wore a white dress that didn’t hug her body or show off her tits the way that Rebecca’s outfit did. Joseph was looking smart—that was a word I had learned—today in his jeans and a polo shirt. His glasses gave him that air of authority now that he had confidence.

“Why hello,” he said.

“New here?” purred the preacher’s wife. “I’m Gracie. Gracie Jessup. My husband’s the reverend.”

“I am new,” said Joseph. “Joseph. This is my sister, Rebecca. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Jessup.”

He took her hand, rubbing the back of her. The woman shuddered and nodded. “Well, I am so thrilled you are here,” she purred. “Just make yourself at home.”

“You want him to fuck you so badly,” I purred into Mrs. Jessup’s ear. “You have to show him. Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and slip them into his hand. Then he’ll know that you’re a

married slut needing a real man to fuck her.”

“This is a great church,” said Joseph. “I’m excited to get to know it, Mrs. Jessup.”

“Wonderful,” she said. “Let me get you something to show you just how welcomed you are.”

I laughed as she rushed off to the bathroom. So easy. Women were all such sinful, slutty creatures that could not control themselves. It made me so wet to do this. To play these games. I was free, and I would have a blast.*** Mrs. Gracie Jessup

I was so unbelievably horny. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I loved Matthew, but the lust that washed over me was so strong. I shuddered as I entered the bathroom. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved to the stall.

My pussy burned. It was such a sinful hole. I had felt desire, of course, but nothing like this. I was so wet. So eager to have ... to have an affair with a stranger. A young man I had never seen. But he was so handsome. I could feel he knew how to please a woman.

I hiked my skirt, my heart thundering away. I slid my hands up my bare thighs to my panties. I peeled them off. What was I doing? I stepped out of them. I held them in my hand, the tangy aroma of my nethers filling my nose. I was so aroused.

This was so insane.

“Lord,” I whispered, “please deliver me—”

“The Lord will forgive you for being a whore today.”

I trembled. The Lord would forgive me. He would love me. Paul said not to keep sinning just to keep receiving Grace, but ... but ... I was so weak. My spirit was willing, but I couldn’t fight this heat. I just was...

“A weak, slutty woman that needs to cheat on her husband once. To experience Joseph’s big, powerful dick ramming into her cunt. God will forgive. Matthew will forgive you. To sin is human.”

I shuddered at those words and stumbled forward out of the stall. I had no panties on beneath. It felt so strange as my skirt swished around my legs. I held my satin panties in my hands, the cloth soaked with my sinful passions.

I had to find that young man.

I wanted to sin with him. I would ask for forgiveness later. I headed back into the church and found him again. There was that girl with him, his sister or something. I didn’t care. I threaded through the others, smiling politely at those wanting to talk to me.

I reached him and slipped him my panties, saying, “That should show you how welcoming I am of you, Joseph. I just want you to fit right in.”

He clutched my panties and smiled with such triumph. He knew I would be such a whore to do this. I had no idea I could be such a sinful woman. That I could be such a harlot, but there I was quivering with my need for him.

“Yes, yes, I am sure I will fit right in,” he said. “I’m so eager to enter your welcoming fellowship.”

My pussy clenched. I wanted his big dick in me. “He’ll be so big,” whispered in my mind. “Joseph will make you cum like a whore. You deserve it. You’ve been so good. You’ve earned it.”

Earned ... That wasn’t how salvation worked. It wasn’t something you earned, it was a gift that ... that ... The Lord would forgive me as I smiled at Joseph and nodded. “I’m so eager to welcome you into my fellowship.”

“Let’s discuss this in private,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Head through those doors in a minute.”

I turned and headed to a side door. Church service would be starting soon. I knew where we could go, though. Where no one would suspect us. My heart pounded in my chest. This was just so wild. I couldn’t believe that I was about to do this. I was about to cheat on my husband.

I passed through the doors and headed down the hallway. I trembled as I reached the end of it. I turned and waited, a harlot. I was such a loose and wanton woman. My pussy burned so hot as he appeared and smiled at me.

I vanished around the corner. My husband’s office. He wouldn’t be using it while giving his sermon. I rushed toward it, my heels clicking on the tiled floors. I reached the office and opened it. I slipped inside. It smelled of my husband. I was such a slut. I turned around as the door opened.

He was there.

“Joseph,” I whimpered, burning so hot for him. “I don’t normally do this, but...”

“You’re a whore like every woman,” he growled and kissed me.

I was. I was a whore like every woman. A sinful slut like Eve. She probably did more than take the apple. I trembled as his tongue thrust into my mouth. He swirled it around in me. It was so good to feel him doing that. I groaned as he slid his hands down my hips to grip my rump.

This was wild. I was kissing a man other than my husband. Lord forgive me for being such a whore. For being such a harlot who loved this. I shuddered at the strength of him. I loved his tongue dancing around in my mouth.

It was so good to have him making out with me like that. He growled as my pussy clenched. I breathed in his manly musk. I shuddered in his arms. I wanted to do things to him. I felt the sister watching. She was here, too, witnessing me.

“She’s a woman, so she’s Joseph’s whore. Like you are.”

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Your whore, Joseph.”

“Yes, you are,” he growled and dropped to his knees. He shoved up my skirt. I gasped in shock as he pushed up the fabric and exposed my pussy. My bush dripped with juices. The tangy musk filled the air. The sister watched, her dyed-red hair spilling around her cute face. “My slut!”

He buried his face into my bush and feasted on me

I gasped. My husband had only done this a few times. It had felt so lewd to me. He was willing, but I never wanted him to do it. Now ... Now I burned to have Joseph feast on me. He licked me with such passion. He stroked his tongue through my folds.

I groaned as he did that. It was just so good to have him feasting on me. It was so amazing to have his tongue licking through my folds. It was an incredible delight. I loved it. This was so wild to have him licking at me like that.

He thrust his tongue into my cunt. He plunged into my snatch and swirled around in me. It was so good to have him do that. I groaned as he flicked about in me. He was wiggling around in my pussy. I was cheating on Matthew.

Cuckolding my husband.

“Lord forgive me,” I whimpered. “I’m such a harlot. A wanton slut!”

“Yes, you are,” purred the sister. Rebecca. She smiled at me as her brother devoured me.

I shuddered as he thrust his tongue into my pussy over and over. He fucked in and out of me. It was so good. My boobs jiggled in my bra and bodice. My eyes squeezed shut. I gripped my husband’s desk, holding tight as another man devoured me.

It was so wild to have that tongue sweeping around in me. I loved every second of that delight. It was so good to enjoy. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side as he swirled around in me. He drove me wild with his licking tongue.

He was so good at that.

He devoured me with all that he had. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. It was so amazing to have him feasting on me like that. He tongued me with all that he had. I shuddered as he licked at my clit. He tongued my bud.

I whimpered as he stroked over that sensitive spot. It was so incredible to have him licking me like that. He knew what he was doing to me. He did such wicked things to me. I shuddered at that heat. It was so amazing to have him nibbling on me.

“Oh, Lord,” I whimpered. “Oh, Lord, that’s good!”

“Yes, it is,” he growled and suckled on me.

I loved him doing that. It was just a wild delight to feel him nibbling on me. He tongued over my bud. It was so good to have him caressing me like that. I shuddered, savoring the way he felt as he licked me. It was just amazing.

Outstanding.

I shuddered, loving his tongue sliding through my folds. He tongued me with all that he had. He devoured me with such force. It was so good to have him doing that. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was outstanding.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, my, that’s good!”

“So good,” he growled. “Slut!”

I shuddered as he said that.

“God, your whorish pussy is delicious, Mrs. Jessup,” he added and suckled on my clit hard. I gasped as he did that. It was so hot to hear him call me a slut and say my pussy was whorish. It was. I had a wanton cunt that wanted to cuckold my husband. I wanted Joseph’s big dick to be in me. A woman laughed. That had to be Rebecca even if it sounded like it came from behind me.

I shuddered as her tongue flicked through my folds. He lapped at me with such delight. It was so good to have him doing that to me. I shuddered at the way that he caressed me. He drove me wild. It was so amazing to have him flicking his tongue through my folds.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned as he tongued me. It was just so amazing to have him licking at me. I rose toward that moment when I would cum. When I would have a big burst of delight. I smiled.

It was so good to have him licking me. He tongued me with passion. He stroked through my folds. It was a fantastic delight. I was so glad to have all that pleasure rushing through me. He stroked up and down me. I shuddered as he found my clit.

He suckled on me.

Tongued me.

It was so good.

So amazing.

I threw back my head and squealed like a whore as I climaxed. My pussy convulsed, my juices gushing out and drowning him. I soaked him with my passion as I trembled through all this rapture. It was so good to have it washing through me. I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s so amazing. Lord, Lord, I’m such a harlot!”

My body bucked as the rapture washed through me. My black bush rustled on his face as he licked at me. He tongued my cunt with hunger as the cuckolding bliss soaked my thoughts. It was so good to have all that rapture sweeping through me.

I trembled through it all. I was so glad for every last second of this bliss devouring me. Stars danced before my eyes. It was all so incredible. I loved every last moment of this bliss. The heat melted my mind.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, that’s it! That’s so good!” My orgasm peaked in me. “Joseph!”

He rose and ripped off his polo. He was a handsome man. I shuddered at how gorgeous he was. How fit. He unsnapped his jeans. I shuddered as he shoved those off. He popped out. My jaw dropped. He was huge.

He dwarfed Matthew and my first boyfriend. I couldn’t believe how thick and long Joseph was. He looked like a nerd, but he had confidence and a huge rod. I shuddered, my pussy juices dripping down his lips. He moved closer to me.

I grabbed his cock and, like a whore, pressed him into my bush. Right against my cunt. He grinned at me as I did that. I worked him up and down me. I nudged him to my clit. He hugged me. Kissed me. I tasted my tangy juices on him.

I tasted good.

“Whores love pussy,” whispered through my mind.

Did I love pussy? I was a whore. That was for sure.

I wrapped my legs around Joseph and pulled him into my pussy. He growled into my mouth as my cunt swallowed him slowly. I drew him deeper and deeper, welcoming him into my sinful fellowship. He stretched open my cunt.

I groaned at how big he was. How much he filled me. This was so delicious. So good. I was so happy to have him in me. I reveled in having that big dick sliding into my depths. He filled me up. It was so glorious to have him all the way in me.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Oh, Lord, forgive me for enjoying this big dick!”

“Enjoy him, Mrs. Jessup,” cooed his sister, her voice throaty and mocking.

I shuddered as that big dick drew back. My pussy clenched down on him. I loved his girth. He slammed back into my pussy. He buried to the hilt in me. It was so good to feel him doing that. I loved it so much.

He thrust back into me. He fucked me hard and fast. I loved how he pounded me with all that he had. He buried into me with such force. He slammed his big dick into my cunt with passion. I loved it. I clenched my cunt down on him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered as he buried into me. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing! Joseph!” His cock reached to my cervix. He filled up my pussy so completely. I squeezed down on him, knowing I would have such a huge and sinful orgasm on him. I would just explode in delight. I savored his cock burying into me.

Over and over again, his rod plunged into me. He grunted and growled as he enjoyed my cheating cunt. My married pussy pleasured him. He plunged into my snatch again and again. I loved it. He buried deep and hard into me.

The service was starting.

I could hear the singing.

“Yes!” I howled, worshiping his big dick as the congregation worshiped the Lord. I was such a slut. A whore. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!”

He pounded my cunt with his big dick. He fucked me hard and fast. I loved him churning me up. He thrust into me with force. He plowed into me with all that he had. I loved it so much. I savored how great it was that he thrust away at me.

My orgasm built and built. My pussy melted around him. That massive cock slammed to the hilt in me. I shuddered as my thighs held him tight. His hands rubbed up and down my back, his fingers stirring such heat in me.

“Shit!” he growled and fucked to the hilt in me. He slammed deep and hard. “Let me feel that pussy going wild, Mrs. Jessup. Cum like a whore!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy clamping down on him. “I will. I’ll cum like such a whore! Yes, yes, yes, Joseph!”

He buried into me and I burst.

I howled at the top of my lungs, adding my own cries of worship to the singing and the musical instruments. My cunt writhed around his dick, suckling at him. It was so glorious to have all that pleasure washing through me.

I groaned, stars flashing across my vision as he dumped blast after blast of his cum into me. He filled me to the brim with his spunk. It was so good to have him doing that. I loved how my pussy spasmed around him.

It was amazing.

Outstanding.

I savored every last moment of that heat washing through me. It was so glorious to have all that ecstasy burning through me. I was in heaven. Just having such a glorious moment. It was an outstanding delight to have that bliss burning through me.

My pussy spasmed as he pumped blast after blast of cum into my pussy. My cunt writhed around him. It was so good to have my snatch writhing around him. I was in awe of the way my pussy spasmed about him.

It was so good. Just so glorious.

I was in heaven here. I was loving this delight so much. My head tossed as my pussy milked that wonderful cock. He filled my womb up with his seed. I could have his child. Just thinking that had me cumming again. I hadn’t even finished orgasming when another climax burst in me.

“Hallelujah!” I howled as my cunt milked him.

My thighs gripped his hips as more and more of his spunk flooded my pussy. It was so good to have him erupting into me. It was awesome. I loved the feel of that hot spunk pumping over and over into my snatch.

“Oh, Lord!” I whimpered as he flooded me with all this jizz. “Oh, Lord, that’s good!”

“So good,” he groaned as his cock throbbed in me. “Damn, I have to fuck you in the ass.”

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“While you eat my sister’s cunt.” He grinned at me. “You’re a whore, and whores love to eat pussy.”

“Yes, they do,” that voice whispered. “Get naked and eat her cunt! Beg him to fuck you in the ass!”

“Yes, yes, please, fuck me in the ass,” I moaned as he pulled out of me.*** Joseph Meyers

“I will, Mrs. Jessup,” I said as the reverend’s whore of a wife hopped off the table. With the back of her dress unzipped, it slid down her body. She was naked now save for her bra, her black bush matted in my cum. She reached behind her to unhook the cream-hued bra.

My slutty sister was already naked. She had taken that off all her clothes while I was fucking the whore-wife. The sermon had begun. Her husband was preaching while his wife unhooked her bra and revealed her big, soft tits. This was so hot having the preacher’s wife as my whore.

My dick was so hard right now. I just wanted to ram my dick into her bowels and fuck her hard. To make her squeal. I wanted her gasping out in delight. It would be so hot. I couldn’t wait to feel her asshole writhing around me.