Chapter 1

Daniel Saunders was, by all accounts, living a blessed existence. From a young age, he believed he’d been called by God to preach The Word and had worked toward that goal throughout high school. After graduating, he attended a well-respected seminary school, where he met the woman of his dreams, a kind, pious and physically lovely woman named Sarah. They shared some classes together, some walks in the park and eventually, some evening dinners. Each of them had been raised with the church’s teachings of the sins pre-marital sex and eternal damnation. So, while they certainly both had urges during their dating years, neither acted on them, nor even mentioned them aloud.

Not long before their graduation from seminary school, Daniel and Sarah got married. He had completed all but a few classes and was working full-time at a local grocery to support them both. But he believed his calling was to work for God in a church, preaching from the pulpit and leading the flock based on the words in the Bible. So, while working and finishing school, he tirelessly sent applications and resumes to churches all over the region, hoping to find an opening. On three different occasions, he and Sarah got their hopes up too early, believing a church had offered him a long-term role, when in fact, all they’d needed was a temporary fill-in for a vacationing pastor. With his hopes only slightly dashed, he performed those jobs to the best of his ability, with hopes of working himself into a full-time opening. Success had eluded him.

Undaunted, hopeful and ever grateful for the opportunities laid in his path by God, Dan soldiered on. He and Sarah prayed each day for the call of his youth to be fulfilled, never doubting that God would provide.

Dan arrived at their small apartment one evening to find Sarah a whirlwind of happiness. Cooking up a storm, humming to herself and seemingly walking on air. Since their marriage, Dan no longer felt guilty when ogling his wife’s stunning figure. Her petite frame was shrouded in a simple summer dress. Well, shrouded might be too strong a term. Her slender and lithe figure was somewhat disguised by the garment, while it did little to hide the fact that Sarah had been blessed with huge breasts. Wobbling, weighty and delightfully sensitive, those 34F’s stood in direct contrast to the rest of her shape. For goodness sakes, she still had the tight, coltish backside of a young teen! There seemed to be nothing to offset the cantilevered mass of her chest, shaking with her every movement.

Dan’s erection twitched slightly in his khaki pants while he admired her shape and basked in her jubilance. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around for a brief hug. After a brief kiss, he asked “You’re acting like you’re over the moon, sweetie. What’s got you so happy today?”

She was so happy that a blush of excitement had spread across her entire face and even to her ears, turning them a darker shade of pink. “I’m pregnant!” She leapt into his arms and wrapped herself around him. “We’re gonna have a baby!”

They’d been trying, without luck, to conceive since their wedding night. The news elated Dan so much, he couldn’t find words. Instead, he chose to focus on his wife’s warm embrace. After several minutes of hugging and celebratory weeping, they separated just enough to hold hands and offer thanks through prayer. Then, Dan helped Sarah finish preparing dinner, which they ate in near silence. It was difficult to chew properly with silly perma-grins on their faces.

After the meal and clean-up were complete, Dan took a quick shower and met his wife in the bedroom. She had disrobed and waited for him, sprawled comfortably across their small bed, her physical gifts fully on display for her loving husband. He heard himself emit a low, growling noise as his cock began to rise. The growth brought more joy to Sarah’s face.

Slightly embarrassed, she said, “Ya’ know ... now that I’m pregnant, you don’t HAVE to finish inside me every time. So do you want to ... ya’ know ... try something different?”

He wasn’t exactly sure what his sexy wife was thinking about, but she had his attention. “What do you have in mind, sweetie?” He asked while standing to one side of the bed, scanning her curves.

“Well ... I mean ... I’d kinda like to try tasting it”, she said with a blush.

The thought of his wife taking his thick cock in her mouth and maybe even allowing him to finish there made Dan’s erection begin to thrum with excitement and need. A drop of precum appeared on the helmet and ran slowly down the length of his shaft. The sight caused Sarah to moan quietly.

“Do you want to try that now, or after?” Dan asked.

Sarah groaned while uttering, “Both.” Scrambling and rearranging herself on the bed, she laid on her stomach while reaching for Dan’s weighty dick and began stroking it lovingly. She then pulled it to her mouth and licked the tip, causing Dan to whimper. Emboldened, she kissed along the length of his shaft and even kissed his balls before looking up to meet his eyes.

“Honey, I hope you know, I’ve never done this before”, she said while her blush deepened. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to tell if I’m doing it right”, she grinned. “But if I do something you don’t like, I need you to tell me, okay?”

Dan looked down at his busty wife holding his cock, her fingers barely reaching around his girth, and answered her honestly. “Sweetie, this is a first for me too. But it feels so good already, I don’t know how you could do anything wrong.”

At that, Sarah put her lips on her husband’s twitching dong, placing the first few inches in her warm mouth, resting it on her tongue. Because of his cock’s girth, her jaw was already beginning to hurt a little, but she was determined to make her naughty fantasy a reality.

“Can you move her head up and down on it, sweetie? I think that would feel even better”, Dan asked.

Sarah began moving her head back and forth timidly. Dan’s voice pierced the reverie, “OUCH! Stop! Stop!” In shock, she quickly pulled her mouth and hands away and looked up. She almost had tears in her eyes, fearing her lack of sexual knowledge had permanently injured her husband and turned him away from her.

“I don’t know how this is normally done”, Dan said while wincing, “but I don’t think you’re supposed to use your teeth.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry”, Sarah gushed her apology. “It’s just so ... ya’ know ... big ... and I was so caught up in the moment, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s alright, sweetie. Just give me a sec ... to catch my breath”, he answered.

Sarah tentatively reached her hand toward the still-raging erection and when Dan removed his own protective hands from it, she once again began slowly stroking it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. Here, let me kiss it and make it better”, she said with a smirk, causing Dan to begin groaning afresh.

She peppered small kisses all over his package once again. Then, carefully covering her teeth with her lips, she descended on his meaty tower a second time. Because her lips were not as wide as before, the fit felt a lot tighter to Dan. Instead of the slack-jawed tonguing of her first attempt, this time her lips were sealed around his prong, bringing more whimpers from him.

“Honey”, Dan said, “if you don’t feel comfortable moving up and down, how ‘bout just sucking on the part that’s in your mouth right now.”

Still a bit afraid of gagging on his oversized meat, the idea of not trying to take any more in her mouth appealed to Sarah and she hummed around his pork sword. “Mhmhm,” sending a jolt of electric vibrations through Dan’s manhood and causing his balls to tingle. Without experience, but enthusiastic in her efforts, Sarah felt Dan begin to tense and glanced up to his face, witnessing his orgasmic climb. She’d seen that expression many times since their wedding night as he’d ridden her – he was going to cum soon. The thought caused her already dewy pussy to involuntarily begin dripping its arousal onto the bed linens below. She redoubled her suckling, her tongue working overtime to elicit her husband’s creamy seed.

“Oh my!” Dan exclaimed, “I’m ... almost...”

Before he could warn her further, Dan’s body tensed fully before releasing thick, globby ropes directly into his wife’s suckling maw. More than surprised, she was shocked and simply froze. Since she’d made no efforts to swallow, the quantity was quickly far too great for her to handle. She coughed and let go of him, his still-spurting cock now waving in the open air. Strands of his sticky jizz found their way across the bedding and nearly covered Sarah’s prone physique, from the middle of her slim back, across her little butt to the bend in her knees.

Still coughing, Sarah looked up at Dan with wonder. “Is there always that much of it?”

“I think so. Maybe it just seems like more since it didn’t happen in your ... ya’ know ... vagina?”

Sarah considered this for a moment while catching her breath. “Maybe. But oh my goodness! There’s so much! I mean, it’s everywhere!” Once she felt more composed, she scooped up a large dollop from her chin and brought it to her mouth, tasting it carefully. “Hmm. It’s not as bad as the stories I’ve heard”, she said. “I always heard it was really salty and gross ... like rotten oysters. But ... I gotta say ... I kind of like it. Wanna try?”

Dan’s face wrinkled with disgust “I do not.” He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife continue to feed herself as she scooped his cum off herself. He could hear her make a faint purring noise each time the pearly paste hit her tongue.

After some recuperation and afterglow, Dan asked, “Honey, not that I mind ... like ... at all, but what brought this on?”

Sarah shrugged. “I can’t point to one specific reason ... but ... you know how teenagers talk about naughty stuff? Most of the time, it’s just kids telling lies to each other about ‘who’s more experienced’ and trying to be popular. Well, I heard all that stuff when I was in school too. And even though I figured most of them were just telling stories, and I knew that God would not approve of it, sometimes they’d say something that would get me excited. Ya’ know ... aroused?”

Dan nodded his understanding. He’d heard a lot of the guys talking about that stuff too, back in school. Heck, he even heard some of his grown co-workers talking like that.

“Well, last week in the ladies’ Bible study group, we were talking about Ephesians chapter 5: ya’ know, ‘wives, submit yourselves to your husbands...?” And for some reason, I thought of those naughty stories I heard in school. Then, it occurred to me that if I got aroused by those stories in high school, you probably did too. So, I figured since we’re married, I should try to make you feel good any way I can, ‘cause you’re my husband. And you’ve already done the Lord’s work by putting a baby in me, so why not just have fun and enjoy each other, like in Song of Solomon?”

Dan pulled his wife up to sit next to him, hugging her close. “Every day, you remind me that God is good – because every single day, I’m reminded of how wonderful you are”, Dan said with a wide and warm smile. “Now, let’s go clean up so I can kiss your face.”

Sarah giggled and joined him in the shower. They kissed and played in the shower like kids but caressed one another like the spouses they were - without embarrassment. When they were clean and dried, Sarah said, “Don’t mess with those bed sheets, honey. I’ll change ‘em after.”

“After what?” Dan wanted to know.

“After we’re done with the next part, silly”, Sarah giggled.

“Oh!”, Dan reacted. “Well, you have got me thinking about tasting you too, sweetie.”

“Mmm, I’d like to try that too, honey. But not tonight. I just want you to be inside me again.” With that, she pulled her husband on top of her, her toned legs spread wide. His wide chest pressed into her twin mountains of titty flesh, her arms wrapped around his neck and she rained kisses on his face while he used his bulbous cock head to tease open her slippery folds. Once he’d found his mark, he slowly pushed forward until he was fully embedded in her gripping confines. Moans and animalistic grunts filled the room as they coupled, their pubic bones crashing into each other with increasing urgency until neither could hold off any longer. Her orgasm began first but was quickly followed by another torrential load delivered from Dan’s nut sack, this time, splashing and spackling her cervix. Her petite body took as much as it could hold while the majority formed a slimy river that dripped down across her butthole and onto the sheets.

They forgot about changing the sheets and simply fell asleep together - smiling, wrapped around each other.

A little more than 2 months later, a church in a small, southern town telephoned the Saunders’ home number. “Dan’s still at work”, Sarah was beyond excited and informed them, “but I’ll make sure he returns your call first thing tomorrow.”

“Actually, ma’am, we’re hoping to speak with Daniel this evening, if possible.”

“Well, he won’t be home until late tonight. Hmm. Ya’ know what? Let me drop by the store where he works, and I’ll let him know right away that you called. He should have a chance to call you back within the next couple hours. Will that work?”

The man on the other end of the phone responded, “Yes ma’am. That would be wonderful. I’ll stay close to the phone.”

Dan and Sarah only owned one car between them, which he had driven to work - but Sarah still had her bicycle. So, after donning a nice summer top, some jeans and tennis shoes, she pedaled the easy 4 miles to the grocery store. She quickly found Dan and passed him the message. “There’s a church somewhere down South that needs a new pastor ... it’s uh ... Church of the Word, or something like that, I forgot to write down that part - but they need someone right now! They called the apartment, and they want to talk to you as soon as you can call them – didn’t even want to wait ‘til tomorrow morning.”

Dan shared Sarah’s exuberance and excitement. They prayed together in his small office, then shared a kiss before Dan called the phone number Sarah had taken down.

“Thank you for calling Church of the Holy Word, how can I help you this blessed day?” the male voice answered. It was clearly the voice of an older man. Deep and resonant. Warm and quite smooth – it would be easy to imagine that voice as the deejay on an overnight jazz radio station.

“Hello sir, my name is Dan Saunders. I’m returning a call from this number. I was told to talk t...”

“Mr. Saunders! Praise God! Please thank your wife for getting the message to you so quickly.”

“I’ll be happy to. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” Dan asked.

“Oh yeah! Sorry ‘bout that”, he laughed. “My name is James Whitmore, I’m the senior deacon here at the church.”

“It’s a pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Whitmore.” Dan replied.

“Please, call me James.”

“Can do, James.”

“Dan, you might be curious as to why I imparted such a sense of urgency when I spoke with your wife, so I’ll tell you. Our Pastor, Charles Oakmon, who was our preacher for more than 30 years, died in a car crash the day before yesterday and is singin’ with the angels now.”

“I’m sorry for your loss”, Dan said warmly.

“Thanks for that, Dan. Truly. But for the sake of the church, we must move forward. And while we had another fella who sometimes filled in for Charlie, he has left the faith. And it pains me to say it, but we don’t have another preacher we can call on. So, I started throwin’ out a net, so to speak, yesterday - and I heard your name a few times from different places where you’ve done some fill-in preaching. Everybody I spoke with was really happy with your style of preaching and your character. Based on everything I heard, I figured I’d call you and see if you’re still looking to put down roots ... maybe run your own church.”

Dan was so overjoyed, his head was swimming. “My wife and I have been praying for that type of opportunity, sir.”

“That’s great to hear, Dan!” James said. “Would you be willing to come down for a couple weeks and fill in at first? Kind of like a trial run?”

Sarah sat across Dan’s desk, watching her husband’s face and hearing only half the conversation. Dan looked over to Sarah’s wide eyes and said, “I would be happy to come down there and meet with you about this, James. It’s Monday now, how quickly would I need to be there?”

“Ideally, we’d like for you to take the pulpit this comin’ Sunday morning. Do you think that would be doable?”

“I believe so, James”, Dan answered. “I’ll just plan to come down for a couple weeks by myself. Sarah can keep the home fires burning while I have my ‘trial’.” Dan chuckled a bit nervously and was joined by James’ reassuring laughter.

“I believe you’re gonna like it here, Dan”, James said. “I will have our secretary arrange for your plane tickets. Since my kids moved out, my wife and I have a couple extra rooms in the house. You’re welcome to stay with us when you come down.”

“That all sounds wonderful, James. Thanks again for the opportunity. I won’t let you down.”

“I believe every word of that, Dan. We’ll talk soon. Bye now.” James said before ending the call.

Dan and Sarah shared another kiss before giving thanks in prayer again.

The next couple weeks went by quickly for Dan. The day after arriving, he was the guest of honor at a hastily planned backyard barbecue where he met the rest of the deacons, the church organist, the cleaning staff and seemingly everyone else in the county. After the long afternoon of laughs and great food dwindled to dusk, the deacons gathered inside and pulled Dan along to join them.

“We’re so glad you’re here with us, Dan. And we’re looking forward to your sermon this Sunday”, James said, “but before we go any further, you should know that we have some very specific requirements in place that our long-term preacher will have to be in lock step with. Now, there’s no doubt you’ve studied the Bible more than anyone else in this room. And there are certainly going to be disagreements between educated men about whether some of the things in the Bible are meant to be taken literally or as parables. We all understand that.”

Dan nodded his understanding. “Yes sir. Men have been debating for more than 2,000 years about it. No reason that would stop now.”

James continued, “But, here at Church of the Holy Word, there are four passages that we hold above all others. Sacrosanct. They are included in the New Testament which I’m sure you know backwards and forwards. These must also be followed as the literal Word of God by any preacher in our pulpit. There will be no debate about this.”

Dan carefully responded. “If I may ask, to which specific passages are you referring?”

“I’m glad you asked”, James said while offering a small, engraved wooden plaque with the following inscribed:

Ephesians 5:22 Colossians 3:18 Titus 2:3-4 1 Peter 3:1

Dan knew the Bible very well and could quote these passages in his sleep. Each of them was a slightly different version of ‘wives, submit to your husbands as the church submits to the Lord’. Still feeling like he was midway through a job interview, Dan carefully measured his reaction and response.

“Gentleman, you won’t have any issue with me preaching these as the literal Word. My wife and I were raised to believe that they are an essential part of a successful marriage. Why? Do you have a different understanding of the text, or...?”

James had been nodding in a friendly way, then interrupted, saying, “Dan, I’d like for you to take another look at the passage from Titus. If we’re going to find disagreement, that will likely be where it’ll rear its head. Read it again, please. Carefully, this time.”

“Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands...”

Dan handed the book back to James and once again responded with care. “Well, to me, it appears all four passages are just different wordings of the same precept. As I said, I have no issue treating that as literal.”

James nodded slowly, then spoke. “I don’t wanna beat a dead horse, but we need to make sure we’re on the same page, Dan. To be fair, we might already be there, but it’s important to be sure. It might also help you if you knew some of the town’s history.”

Dan once again nodded, “Alright, sir.”

The other deacons shifted in their chairs while James cautiously explained their understanding of Titus 2:3-4.

“A very long time ago, this town could barely keep a steady population. Of course, that wasn’t unusual in the old days. Since they lacked our modern health and medical advancements, people died much easier and younger. Obviously, everybody back then had heard “be fruitful and multiply” from the book of Genisis and that worked alright for a couple generations. They multiplied and the town’s population numbers were steady once again. But eventually, the women got tired of not getting their own way about every little thing and soon enough, they were denying sex to their husbands. That meant fewer babies being born. And that meant the town was dying faster than ever.”

He continued, “This church was first founded around that same time and the original preacher took it on himself to begin the same hard-line preaching we follow today. Namely, to focus on the four passages we’ve mentioned. He especially stressed the importance of Titus in his rotating topics of sermons. Now, you just said a few minutes ago that the passage was like a re-wording of the others. But I’m telling you, it’s not.”

Dan nodded. “True, it also tells mothers that they should teach these things to their daughters at home, thereby further cementing the role of a Godly wife.”

James shook his head. “No sir. Well ... yes, but no. Read it out loud to me, Dan. Focus on the 4th verse. And remember, literal Word...”

“Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands...”

James nodded and calmly asked. “Whose husbands are being loved?”

Dan looked at him incredulously. “The daughter’s eventual husbands, of course.”

James shook his head. “No sir. That’s not the way we see it. We believe daughters should be taught in the home to be obedient to the wife’s own husband – the daughter’s father. And that prepares them to become better wives themselves, when they eventually marry. In addition, it ensures more females are available to the head of the household in order to create more children.”

Dan shook his head, trying to clear an apparently rapid-forming fog. “That ... that’s not the way I read that, James.”

“I understand why you’d be reluctant to see things our way, Dan. I really do. You’ve been taught the Bible one specific way your whole life. Heck, to an outsider like yourself, we must seem like a bunch of backwoods hillbillys. But I assure you, we’re not. And we must come to an agreement on this, or this job will be a temporary one for you.”

Dan stood and began pacing along one end of the room, behind the chairs of the assembled men.

Another deacon, Stephen, added a new wrinkle. “As hard as it might be for you to believe, Dan, we’re actually quite progressive as a church. Given our long-held beliefs on father/daughter relations, it won’t surprise you that we don’t really care about the book of Leviticus or anything much that’s in it. Matter of fact, you won’t find it in our version of the Bible at all. We know that there are parts of the Bible that advocate slavery and we think that’s abhorrent. We know there are parts of the Bible that denounce homosexuality and we don’t care. I mean, I’m personally kinda grossed out by the thought of two men goin’ at each other, but I don’t think less of them just because of who they’re attracted to. Hell, that would be like me thinking less of my son just because he likes fat girls”, Stephen laughed and was joined by a few others. “At least my son and his gross, fat wife can still make babies – and that’s the number one priority.” A couple of the other deacons mumbled their assent, “Mm-hmm” and “Amen, brother Stephen”.

James rose and placed a hand on Dan’s shoulder. “Listen, we understand that this goes against what you were taught in Sunday School, but it’s how we’ve been raised for more than 5 generations. And it’s not gonna to change any time soon.”

Dan tried to respond, but found his jaw moving, lips flapping without words coming out.

Jim patted him on the back, adding. “We understand. Why don’t you go ahead and prepare a sermon for this Sunday that focuses on some other topic that touches your heart. You’re still here for two weeks, no matter what. Get to know some more folks, enjoy your time here and think about what we’ve discussed. Once you’ve made a decision, let me know, okay?”

Dan nodded slowly, barely registering James’ words. Each of the men in the room rose and came by to shake Dan’s hand before leaving for the evening. “I’ve got to call Sarah and discuss this with her. Then we can pray about it together”, he thought.

Later that evening, Dan called Sarah to check in, intending to also give her the big news he’d learned from the deacons about their views on how daughters and fathers should interact with one another. But he was still so addled by that revelation that he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with his lovely wife. Instead, he mentioned that the church held Ephisians, Colossians and 1 Peter in high regard, preaching their message on marital obedience with regularity.

Sarah knew the Bible as well as Dan and saw absolutely no issue with her husband spreading the word that marriages worked best when following the guidelines outlined within it. Her giddiness was evident even over the crackling, long-distance phone connection. She simply couldn’t wait to come down and join him.

“Dan, I hate to ask ... but have they mentioned salary at all? We’re barely getting’ by right now on your store salary ... and with a baby on the way...” she trailed off.

“I know, sweetie. I’m keeping that in mind too. And yes, we talked about compensation. What they’re offering would be a step up for us, money-wise.”

That was true. Earlier in the day, while giving Dan a tour of the church facilities, James had raised the issue without prompting.

“To start out, we’ll pay $35K per year, plus 10% of the weekly offering plates. And we’ll cover your living expenses up to $15K per year. So you just find a house for rent – or for sale – and we’ll work with the bank to ensure the transaction is handled. As a matter of fact, Charlie’s old house will be up for sale starting sometime within the next month. It’s back behind this property, away from the road. You might have seen part of it when we pulled into the parking lot.”

“I did. I was wondering if that was another church building, like an annex or something.”

“Not anymore. Way back when Charlie was first hired, he chose to use his housing allowance to have that place built. The church owned it until he paid us back for it - same as a regular mortgage but without interest added”, he smiled.

“That’s a heck of a deal in itself”, Dan marvelled. “James, if you don’t mind, I’d like to look at that property later on. I mean, if everything goes well and it looks like you’ll keep me on long-term...”

“That’s good thinkin’, Dan!”

Dan and Sarah ended their phone call with long-distance kisses, having never discussed the Book of Titus. He turned and tossed through the night, wrestling with his own thoughts and fears.

“Why didn’t I just tell Sarah what the deacons told me?” Dan thought. “Was I afraid of her reaction? Was I afraid of losing the job before I even start?”

After hours of torturing himself with these doubts, he got out of bed purposely to kneel beside it in prayer. He begged God for guidance and insight. Feeling a small weight lifted from himself, he lay in bed again. Just before sunrise, a new thought hit him like a cold slap.

“What if I’m not repulsed by the notion of fathers and daughters, but aroused by it. Is that why I didn’t tell Sarah?”

Dan decided to focus his efforts on assisting with day-to-day church business, where appropriate. Mostly, he made himself available for counseling and prayer sessions with the locals – and there were plenty of takers, though many of those who visited were not there to pray but had a single-minded purpose – to change his mind about Titus. Some tried to plead with him. Some claimed their own knowledge of the Bible outweighed his. Some simply shook their heads at his refusal to go along with their beliefs. And some tried to be sneaky about it.

Bright and early on the first thing Thursday morning, he was met in the preacher’s office by several friendly, older gentlemen. Introductions and handshakes were shared all around. After that, Glen, the apparent spokesman, spoke up, “We’ve heard from several of the deacons that you’re not sure about Titus.”

“Well, gentleman, I have to say that the interpretation that has been used here is at odds with my understanding of our faith. So yes, I am surprised, to say the least”, Dan replied.