Still sweaty from volleyball they drove to the church and prayed. It was a short prayer.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.

He was sitting in the front pew facing the altar, and she was sitting on him, his cock buried in her ass, her thighs resting on his thighs, her legs dangling to the outside, her feet not quite to the floor.

“I do,” he said solemnly. “You have the prettiest little cunt in creation.” His fingers fluttered across her clitoris, landing on the lips below. “Like angel’s wings,” he said, stroking gently through the juice. “They call these nether lips, but I call them angel wings. My little angel wings all fat and puffy and fun to play with.” His fingertip dipped into the hole. “That’s right, squeeze honey. Let me feel your squeeze. Oh, good. That’s it. Squeeze again. Mm. Soon I’ll touch your come-button and you’ll come. Won’t that be fun? Yes, honey, squeeze. Squeeze those angel lips around my finger. Squeeze your asshole on my cock. Squeeze, honey, squeeze. You’re good at this. Soon my finger will dance on your clit. Dance to beat the band. Know how many angels could dance on the head of your clit? Guess, honey. How many? One? Two? Three? Come on, guess for me. Guess and squeeze. No dancing till you guess.”

“Four,” she said in a small voice.

“Four what? Four frogs? Four pigs. Four devils in suede boots?”

“Angels,” she whispered.

“That’s right. Angels. And what are they doing?”

“Dancing.”

“That’s right. Dancing. And where are they dancing?”

“On my clit.”

“Yes, on your clit. On your sweet little clit. Dancing and dancing. Do you like their dance? Do you want to dance with them? Dance with them, sweetie. Dance with them dancing on your clit. Oh, darling, you’re coming now, aren’t you? Yes, you’re coming. I can feel you come. Come, my angel cunt, come.”

His cock still snug in her ass, he held her. “You’re so naughty,” she said.

“Mm,” he agreed. “But you were wrong about the angels. There weren’t four of them.”

“No?”

“No, not four.”

“How many, then?”

“How many did it feel like?”

She thought for a minute. “All of them?”

“That’s right. All of them. You’re so greedy when you come. I love it.”

She sighed.

“We should get married this way,” he said. “Wouldn’t that be fun? I’d be in you, just like this, and all the parishioners, every man, woman, and child in the land, would come up to us, and kneel before us, and kiss you on your sweet little cunt. Quite a communion that would be! How many times do you think you’d come? Imagine it. Imagine a wedding like that.”

“You’re so naughty.”

“I know. Now I think it’s time for you to suck me. Would you do that for me now?”

“I will.”

“Darling,” she said as they were leaving the church, “have you figured out a sermon for this Sunday?”

“I have, my love,” he replied. “Once again you’ve inspired me.”