Dust to Dust
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Cyndi and Reverend Collier, who'd a thunk it? Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction FemaleDom Food Illustrated .
“So Cyn, I hear you went to church yesterday,” Carla said. “How was it? Isn’t that new pastor a dreamboat?”
“In fact, the good Reverend droned on and on. You’d think he’d liven things up with a little fire and brimstone, but his sermon was dust to dust with nary a trace of good old-fashioned Biblical lust. In short, boring. At sermon’s end I hastened from the church, only to realize in the parking lot that I’d forgotten my purse. Sheepishly I returned, only to be collared by Reverend Collier.
‘What did you think of today’s sermon?’ he asked.
‘Very exciting,’ I told him. ‘You had me hanging on every word. Stiffened my clit right up. Soaked my pussy something fierce. As God is my witness, my cunt’s a molten lake of lust. The long and the short of it, I want to fuck you.’
‘Really?’ Clifford asked.
‘My place tonight at eight,’ I said.
‘Deal,’ he said.
‘But I’ll need a hundred dollars.’
‘What for?’
‘Supplies.’
He forked over the cash.
On the way home I stopped at Piggly Wiggly and procured a sizable salami, which, just to be on the safe side, I stuck in the freezer.
Clifford showed up right on time. Promptness is next to godlessness, or something like that.
I undressed him, stripped off my own clothing, and fetched the frozen sausage from the fridge. ‘What’s that for?’ Clifford asked.
‘I’ll show you,’ I said, and I led him into the bedroom, laid him on the bed, and drove the oversized salami into his ass.
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