Chapter 1
In what was still definitely a man's world, Loretta Byrne was determined to make her place. She sat in the outer office of the Reveler's Insurance Co. where she was applying for a job as claims adjuster, one long, stockinged leg over the other, swinging back and forth, green platform shoes covering her feet. The newer, shorter green winter dress was uncomfortable for the twenty-six year-old woman who was five-feet-seven inches tall. She had that long, rangy look, a slender body that was unable to hide the fact that she had large breasts-too large, she thought, and out of proportion to the rest of her. Under her yellow blouse was a special brassiere designed to make her large breasts seem smaller, but they seemed to stand out all the same.
Loretta had rich brown hair that was cut just above shoulder length, falling in gentle waves around her lovely face. She had large brown eyes, a straight nose-patrician in appearance-and an adorably full lower lip beneath a cupid's bow upper lip. Her chin was narrow yet strong, and by now she knew only too well that men found her more than pretty.
But Loretta Byrne wanted nothing to do with men, except to work alongside them and prove she was better than they. She wanted to make a place for herself in the hierarchy of this insurance company, and, if possible, use her position to "come down" on the multitudes of hypocrites-mostly men-who tried to "rip-off the insurance companies with their claims.
Men! Phooey! It was always a man's world. Women did what men wanted because men were physically stronger, and therefore able to keep women from properly developing their minds. It had happened to Loretta's mother. Her father had dominated the woman until he had died, when Loretta was thirteen, and two years later, when her mother had re-married, her step-father, a wandering preacher, had not only dominated her mother, but Loretta, as well.
Loretta's mother had been a very religious Evangelist, which was one of the reasons why Loretta was almost totally agnostic. As far as her mother was concerned, the Reverend Frank Wimsey was able to do no wrong. As a result of her beliefs, Loretta had almost been ruined for life.
As she sat in the insurance office, waiting to speak to the head of the claims-adjusting department, Loretta thought back to her eighteenth birthday and of the special party her mother had given her. Afterward, when everyone had gone home, Loretta, her mother, and the good Reverend Frank were alone in the living room of what had been her father's home. The reverend, who had wandered from state to state, had moved in after he had married her widowed mother, and had finally settled down, preaching in the small West Virginia town, no longer having to wander. Insurance from Loretta's father paid the taxes and bills on the house, and the reverend earned enough money to pay for his own "necessities," such as cigars and lots of good whiskey, while Loretta's mother worked at the local telephone office in order to bring in enough money to feed and clothe them.
The living room was small, with a bay window in front that now had the shades pulled down. The rugs on the floor had been old when the Byrne family had moved into the house, and the Victorian furniture they had used to furnish the room was really antique. Had the good reverend any idea of their true worth, he would have sold it all off. As it was, he thought it was just moth-eaten furniture no one cared for, and since he had no intention of spending money to re-furnish the house, he left everything as it was.
At that time, Loretta, like her mother, had been imbued with a kind of religious fervor. Unfortunately, Loretta's mother had been told by her own parents that all girls, in the teen years, prior to reaching twenty, had some kind of evil in them. The evil had to be driven out. Loretta's mother had had the "evil driven out of her" with a birch rod by her own father. Since Loretta no longer had a father, Loretta's mother felt it was the good reverend's job to drive the evil out of her daughter, and so, on Loretta's eighteenth birthday, after all the guests had gone, Loretta's mother explained to her daughter that whatever evil was locked inside her had to be driven out once and for all, as it had been driven out of her own body. Loretta, at that time, still naive, trustingly accepted what her mother told her.
"Darling," her mother said, "I'm going to the church now. I'll stay there and pray for you while Frank drives the evil out of you once and for all."
Frightened, somewhat apprehensive, but still filled with religious zeal at that time, Loretta nodded and said, "All right, ma."
Alone with Frank Wimsey, Loretta was certain the man intended beating her. But Frank, a gaunt man with almost flat features, his slender body bloated in the middle by too much beer when there was no whiskey available, smiled amenably at the lovely girl, his eyes lingering on the proud pair of breasts thrusting out her pink party blouse.
"Are you going to whip me?" she asked, anxiously.
"Whipping is old-fashioned, child," Frank smiled, removing his dark suit coat, standing before her in pants held up by suspenders over a stained white shirt. "Love is the true way to drive out evil. I shall teach you love, for in love there is power."
They were standing in the middle of the room, where there was no interfering furniture. Loretta looked at the man inquisitively, noting with only passing interest the huge bulge at his groin. She had been carefully brought up by her mother who made certain her lovely child knew none of the mysteries of procreation. After all, such knowledge was evil.
"We shall use the power of love to sweetly push the evil out of you," Frank went on. "Would you care to feel true power?"
"I-I'm afraid," Loretta gasped.
"Fear not, for I am with you," the reverend assured her, tugging her closer. "Here now, feel true power."
His voice was almost a sibilant hiss as he guided her young, feminine hand down to the bulge in his crotch, pressing her palm against the thick log-like stump of his swollen penis as it strained beneath the black, broadcloth pants.
It was the first time Loretta had been made aware of the true differences between men and women. She knew boys had penises. Once, at a picnic, she had seen five-year-old boys urinating into a stream. She had been foolish enough to ask her mother why it was the boys were able to void while standing, and her mother had slapped her for speaking such evil. Since that time, Loretta had never again mentioned such things to anyone, but her mind had occasionally returned to the sight of the young boys standing at the stream, those tiny little pieces of flesh protruding from their flies as they urinated.
Now Loretta realized there was much more to a man than a tiny piece of flesh. Now the flesh was monstrous. She automatically cupped her hand against his coarse member, her mind still drifting in some kind of dream of salvation where the evil would be driven from her. As it was, she was still dazed from he events of the party, where girl friends had given her gifts and some boys had been permitted to peck her on the cheek. Now she was wondering about this power Reverend Frank intended using on her to secure her salvation. Her hand rubbed up and down the massive thickness.
"That's right," Frank assured her. "Yes, child, yes," he said, his eyes darting to the small hallway door to make sure it was tightly closed. It had an automatic lock on it.
"Jesus," he murmured, "has taught us man does not live by bread alone. Love, love is the way. You must learn this, and thus have the evil driven from your body once and for all, so that you may stand in His grace, pure forever."
His voice continued droning on reassuringly, and her hand continued rubbing the pulsating organ, feeling the "power" generated by it as it throbbed beneath his pants. Frank placed his hands on Loretta's shoulders, speaking more and more softly in the dim room that always had a musty odor to it. He drew her closer to him, making her wonder if he intended whispering profound secrets into her small, shellshaped ear.
Loretta was aware of the man's arms protectively surrounding her slender form. His low, effective voice had won her trust and confidence as it had won her mother's, and she was aware of a ticklish sensation as the man's nimble fingers began undoing the row of buttons that ran down her pink blouse. Then his hands tugged at the zipper on her skirt and it fell around her ankles as he peeled her blouse from her body.
A cool chill invaded her body as the blouse slipped to the floor, and with a sense of shock Loretta realized Frank was now unhooking her brassiere. She wanted to suddenly pull away from him but Frank's hands stayed her as he said to her, "You must learn to trust me, Loretta. You must understand that in order to drive the evil from you, you must stand naked before God's truth, as unashamed as Eve stood before Adam. Be not afraid, for when this is ended, you will have been purged of evil and your body will be pure."
His fingers deftly, practicedly removed the hooks of her brassiere, sliding the harness off, letting her taut, firm, full breasts bounce freely in front of him. Loretta found herself fighting back a wicked sense of foreboding, a feeling that stole over her as Reverend Frank ran both hands down along the sides of her shuddering body, electrifying her with a vibrant tingling that continually ran up and down her shuddering spine.
His hands drew the half-slip she wore down, and he forced her to step out of it, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. Then he knelt and took off her shoes and stockings, letting her stand before him in just her panties. Standing, his eyes now went to the huge, upstanding brown-tipped breasts that seemingly hung suspended before him. The nipples stood up as if strings were pulling them, and he gaped at the generous expanse of the otherwise-slender girl's flesh. The incredibly full, round globes continued to sway and jiggle in the dim light barely coming through the drawn shades, the nipples looking rich, like ripened chestnuts set in blue-veined marble hemispheres.
His hands caressed her shoulders again and again, his fingers anxiously twitching as if aching to touch her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her right shoulder, then her left, and then once again kneeled, sliding her nylon panties down the pillars of her slender thighs, his fingers savoring the soft delicate feel of her tender flesh. He revealed Loretta's exquisitely formed, classic body to his eyes as well as to his hands as he gazed at her with wide-open eyes.
Standing, he paused, savoring the sight of the eighteen-year-old girl's nudity. As an itinerant preacher, he had zapped more than one backwoods girl, and even after marrying, he had still managed to curry favor with certain female members of his congregation, but this time he had found a truly rare, delightful beauty. He felt his penis throbbing madly in his pants, radioing an urgent message to him to continue in a hurry. But he kept his phallus under control for the moment, knowing from experience that he mustn't hurry things. He had done revival preaching for a long period before meeting Loretta's mother, and he had learned the wisdom of moving slowly.
Loretta felt chill after chill invade her body, and she wondered what form this driving out of evil would take. When Frank had removed his black coat, she had assumed he had done so in order to make his task easier. But now she was astonished to see him removing his black string tie, undoing the buttons on his soiled shirt quickly, taking it all off. His sleeveless undershirt came off, next, revealing a hairy chest. He kicked off his shoes, and Loretta stared in wonder as the black pants slid from his pot belly, down his otherwise thin thighs, revealing his stick-like legs. The gaunt and somewhat ugly man stood before her, looking yellowish in the lights coming through the shades. Without shoes he looked somewhat less tall. Whenever he stood in the pulpit, he towered over everyone, looking like some kind of giant Zeus ready to hurl thunderbolts down from Mount Olympus. Now, he almost looked small.
One thing about him that definitely stood out was the massive cock that rose like a giant ramrod directly from the dark patch of hair covering his groin. Loretta stared at it filled with fear, realizing those little flesh hoses attached to small boys eventually grew into monsters such as these.
The massively huge, snake-like length of cock held her totally mesmerized for the moment.
No, she didn't understand, not yet. She wanted to comprehend as the man leaned forward, aiming his gigantic, boa constrictor-like erection directly at her while reaching out and touching her arms with his two hands. She ached to scream for help all of a sudden, but was suddenly smothered by his thick lips while his weighty, pourous tongue moved from his mouth into hers, licking here and there.
She all but jumped when his fingers ran down her belly into the moist patch of her pubic hair. The ball of his middle finger teased her clitoris while his other fingers spread her soft pussylips wide apart. Then his thumb and forefinger surrounded the pink pearl of delight and squeezed.
Loretta felt the burning wave of lust rise and break over her helpless body. She found herself writhing, aching for ... what? What was it her body wanted?
She thought vaguely that she had been misled. She had been made to remain here so that the evil would be driven out of her, though she had never felt any evil in her. Yet her mother had insisted on it, and she, dutiful daughter, had obeyed. But what this man was doing seemed sinful. Yet how was it sinful if it felt so good? Yes, it felt good. She was confused, very confused. Loretta didn't know what to think. Though she had often heard the word fornication used at church meetings, she had no idea what it meant, yet she was certain it must have something to do with what was being done to her right now.
The reverend's hairy body was pressing firmly against her, forcing her back, back, back, until she felt the couch touch the backs of her knees. His throbbing penis pushed its head between her slender white loins as she fell onto the sofa and he hurled himself on top of her. The head of his organ rubbed against her tender pink slit, and for the first time she understood precisely what it was Reverend Frank wanted to do to her. He intended trying to force that massive length of manly flesh into her tender, girlish opening. How was this going to drive evil from her?
She moaned in protest, doing her best to try and push the man away, feebly resisting the pleasures of the flesh she suddenly understood she was feeling for the first time. Loretta did her best to wriggle away from the huge, dry rod attempting to probe her secret feminine cavern-a cavern no man had ever entered before.
"No, Reverend Frank!" she cried out, as the man began pressing his organ deeper and deeper into the narrow slit, surrounding the head of his cock with her inner labia, gripping her tightly around her hips and forcing her to remain beneath him.
Loretta pushed with her hands, jamming her palms against the man's shoulders, but all the while she felt bitch-heat enveloping her, and she tried hard to push it out of her mind.
Frank, realizing he was having difficulty entering her, pulled back and allowed his penis to pull out. His right hand reached down and he thrust his thumb into the narrow entryway of her vagina while his middle finger sought and found the tightly puckering little opening that was her anus. He drove past the resistant sphincter and moved his finger in to the first knuckle.
Now he was holding her as if gripping a bowling ball, clenching his fingers very tightly as if to bridge the flesh separating thumb and finger. Loretta's head slammed back against pillows on the arm of the sofa, her mouth flying open in a soundless scream. She felt pain, agonizing pain, and nothing in the world equalled the pain of those two digits continually pressing into the narrow private tenderness of both sphincter and vaginal openings.
"No more ... no more!" she shrieked.
"The evil must be driven from you, child," Reverend Frank insisted.
"Another way!" she gasped. "Another way! Please!"
The fingers dug all the more deeply into her tender flesh, causing even more agony, and she writhed, shuddering.
"How else shall I do it, child?" Frank asked.
"Do whatever else you must!" she gasped. "Just don't do this to me, sir. It hurts too much!"
"Very well," he said, easing his grip. "You must relax. I won't do anything to harm you. Take it nice and easy and you'll be all right."
The man eased his finger from the depths of her anus, but he let it slide into her vagina, to join his thumb, moving the two digits around and around, making her already moist cunt that much wetter. Her labia sucked on his fingers as if they were nourishment, and her hips began to slowly grind up and down.
Loretta realized she had committed herself to doing whatever the man wished. There would be no backing out, now. Her hands, which had done their best to previously hold back the urgent body of the hairy, itinerant preacher now slid around his neck as if letting him know she would comply with his wishes. Her thighs spread accommodatingly to ease the way.
The hard length and breadth of his stubby phallus began grinding forward, inch by inch, pushing between her labia, into the very narrow tunnel, pressing against the barrier of her hymen. The head pushed, and Loretta gasped, feeling horrendous pain.
This wasn't the good reverend's first virgin, but by God it was going to be his most enjoyable one. He was really going to enjoy popping this one. Hell! Ever since he had married her mother he had fantasized about fucking this one, and now his dreams were going to come true. He began battering the head of his penis harder and harder at the resisting gate of the lovely woman's chastity. His flat hips lifted, then slammed through her virginal membrane, and she shrieked out her pain. Her nails clawed at his back, and she realized that through the agony there was an unbelievable desire for him to finish this, to bring her to a culmination of some kind.
"Do it!" she screamed at him. "Do it to me! Do it! Do it! do it! Don't stop, now!" she pleaded, clenching her teeth against the agony she was feeling as the blood from the ruptured membrane mixed with her inner juices to help ease the way a little.
Loretta continued violently trembling, whipping her head from side to side as she continued feeling the uncomfortable sting of the driving penis rubbing against the tender walls of her helpless vagina, rubbing the ragged edges raw. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, lying totally frozen like some frightened deer caught in the headlights of a car, helpless in her utter subjugation to him. She lay there, waiting for that final awesome thrust which would rip out what was left of the hymeneal tissue within her and mercifully bring to a conclusion this ritual of inhuman sacrifice she was undergoing.
Her mind swam, remembering the teachings that supposedly went with Godliness and wondered if this agonizing ordeal was indeed a ritual that would drive evil painfully from her and make her pure and good as her mother hoped. But the wide, cruel grin that was lining Frank's already intense face was now replaced by what she knew to be the contorted expression of raw lust. The throbbing penis which had been sending its urgent message of need singaled said need was greater than any restraint the brain intended putting on it. Not only did the penis need to be totally buried, but the lusciously helpless girl lying beneath him needed that last thrust which would cause the entire penile length and breadth of him to remove every last vestige of hymeneal barrier forever. As far as the reverend was concerned, it was an encumbrance that he ought to have removed three years earlier,, and now he intended fully enjoying every last little bit of it. He had dreamed of fucking this beauty for such a long time, that now it seemed unreal-as if this were a dream, too.
His stimulated testes demanded that he slam the ramrod solidly into her tunnel-now! The tantalized tip of his phallic length, barely through the bleeding hymen, stiffened, thickened, and then powered through the rest of the way.
"Uuuuuunnnngggggghhhhhh!" He had to shove the entire length of his massive shaft through this tight pussy before he completely exploded. The muscles in his buttocks began to involuntarily contract, making his spine flex uncontrollably, triggering his jerking hips and causing the red-hot cylinder of burning flesh to drive, sinking deep into the subliminal passageway where no cock had gone before.
"Yyyyaximumyyyyaaaacumggggghhhhhh!"
Loretta's strangled cry came rising to the surface from deep inside her, making her sound like some kind of dying animal. She had never dreamed such a creature was harbored inside her, and the realization that it was she who was screaming made her think once again that there was indeed evil within her that had to be abolished once and for all.
The cry had leaped from her chest, forced from her by the power of the driving flesh stud within her. She wriggled like a helpless fish gaffed and held out of water to die as the penis went rampaging into her cunt, changing virginal flesh into womanly flesh. The mighty bullet-headed organ sank to its full length into the tantalizing depths beyond. Her sucking cunt gripped the length of molten flesh as it seemingly continued an endless plunge within her, moving without mercy. Deeper and deeper it sank into her girlish channel as Loretta groaned and twisted in uncontrolled anguish at this determined, depraved attack on her womanhood. Through the flailing consciousness of her tortured brain, she felt as if her entire body had descended into a bubbling, boiling pot of seething, simmering oil. The stoutly resisting barrier, the symbol of her child-like virginity reeled beneath the incessant battering of the heavy, wedge-shaped ram wielded by this man who was professing to purge her of evil.
There was more pain, unbearable pain, and when it seemed too much to bear, the last little bit of maiden flesh tore loose from the walls of her vagina, and the heavy, hairy groin at the base of his throbbing cock pressed against the softly furred lips of her own vagina. Then the pain slowly faded, and Loretta, unable to help herself, entwined her legs tightly around the man's buttocks.
The tissue-thin representation of her virginity had been removed once and for all, ripped violently away, but all she was thinking of was the constant shock and pain as her body went totally limp for the moment, drained of all its strength. The mighty engine of destruction locked inside her kept her cuntwalls wide apart, moving into her like a great freight train through a tunnel, or like a bayonet making its own entry as it pierced flesh. The cock massaged the internal flesh of her vaginal channel without any thought of the possible injury it might be causing when it ripped out the tight seam sealing her womb for so long.
Surging waves of agitated vaginal flesh accordioned beneath the overpowering, driving pressure of the stone-solid juggernaut as the man's pelvis once again smacked solidly into the juncture formed by the V of her open thighs. His heavy balls bounced like two wrecking weights against the narrow little perineum that separated her ass from her cunt.
Her face strained, and her lips were agitated as she struggled to define and form words in her throat. She gasped and gurgled and shuddered. The masculine spear within had seemingly torn through uncounted tiny threads inside her trembling body, and the helmet-shaped head was sunk to the depths in her trembling belly, filling the space available and pulsating in the hope of plugging even more. She was aware of the solidity of the rubbery tip pressing against the backwall of her vagina.
Frank lay heavily on the slender girl, his hairy chest scrubbing the full balloons of her breasts, his hands slipping beneath her full buttocks, trying to separate them as if attempting to open her cunt to an even more driving assault. His balls rubbed against the cheeks of her ass, making her wriggle and twitch uncontrollably.
Now the man lay still for a moment, and the beautiful brown-haired girl was hanging in a strange balance between wispy sensations of mounting pleasure and the very real torture that had agonized her when his penis had sundered the strip of tissue in her tender vagina. He stared down into the wide-open, pained eyes of the young girl until they rolled back as if she were fainting. He was well aware of the stiffness in the body beneath his, and knew she was psychologically walking the tightrope between sanity and madness as ecstasy and agony fought for supremacy within her. She was frozen, fearing that any movement on her part might restore the splitting pain.
Loretta was suddenly aware of the elasticity in her soft walls as they slowly expanded all the more, opening wider and wider in stuttering jerks to accept the bulk of the invading phallus. For the first time she was aware of the whiskey smell on Frank's breath as he panted heavily, like some kind of wanton animal while lying on top of her. He was huffing and puffing like a human steam engine.
As thought slowly began filtering back into Loretta's mind, she discovered she was going to survive, and this, itself, seemed astonishing. The man flexed his pulsating cock, and this made her gasp as the penis thickened, stretching her inner walls even more. Yet she discovered her vagina was capable of it.
Even more astonishing was the thought that she was indeed finding some element of pleasure beyond all this pain. Her virginity had been lost, and now she realized this was precisely what had been done to women in all those history books she had read-books about invading Roman and Greek armies, books about the Sabine women. This vile man was using her in exactly the same way non-believers had used women, and it was at this moment that Loretta began to understand that the basic differences between men were their degrees of hypocrisy.
Frank was gasping, enjoying the sensation of her cunt surrounding his thick cock as if said pussy were an incredibly strong velvet fist with clutching fingers. She was so tight inside, he felt as if the outer layer of skin from his cock was being rubbed raw. Swiftly then, he began sliding his penis in and out with short little jabbing stabs, and he was overjoyed to hear the lovely girl squeal. It wasn't the sound of pain to which he was listening,, but something else, definitely something else. It was a low hum that bordered on outright pleasure. Well, what the hell! Just about every girl he had ever fucked had enjoyed it to some degree-or-other.
He braced his knees on the sofa cushions beneath, lifting his body so his penis scrubbed against the top of her vagina. Each forward stab brought his hairy groin sandpapering itself against her tender clitoris. He imagined what that little pink bud of delight must look like, and he was sorry he hadn't taken the time to lap it a little before fucking her. But he had been so hot for her, he just had to bury his cock inside her.
"Hallelujah!" he gasped, realizing she was responding to his thrusts with upward movements of her body each time he slammed his cock into her. 'The evil is being driven out!"
Her pussy was moving faster now, rising to meet the impaling thrusts of his driving penis. She realized all kinds of strange things were happening to her down there. Without trying, she was aware her inner muscles were rippling around the massively throbbing lance of the fantastic penis.
As far as Frank was concerned, this was a glorious sensation. He remembered having "saved" another little girl in St. Louis many years earlier who had been almost as good at this. It was amazing how certain women took to sex naturally, with snapping cunts right from the start, while others might be fucked a lifetime and never have enough sense to move their asses.
The delightful sensation of Loretta's sucking vagina continually munching away around his masculinity was becoming too much for the preacher. He began buffeting his throbbing cock into her slender body all the more freely, spearing into her with a fury unmatched by the verbal damnations he continually uttered from the pulpit. At the moment he was very much aware of his power, concentrating it into his cock as he cudgeled it back and forth between her clinging womanly walls and he prayed for the strength to give her the climax she needed. Hell! She had better come soon, because he was on the verge, himself.
The pain in her tunnel was now slowly but surely fading away. For Loretta there was only the wonderful metrononme stroking into her, seemingly keeping time with the beat of her heart. She was very much aware of new sensations she was experiencing. Her thighs shuddered with a certain sense of delight as she rode the rail moving inside her. She was aware of every little ridge, every vein in the muscular phallus, feeling the spade-shaped head and its coronal ridges pressing ever-so-delightfully into the hot inner folds of her sucking vagina. She rose to meet each downward stroke, and soon she realized she was doing it automatically, without having to think about it. Each punching motion of her tantalized and eagerly jerking pelvis brought newer and greater sensations to her.
Now she felt her inner spirit slowly slipping away. Her mind retreated from the terrible onslaught she had initially suffered, and her body thrilled to the overwhelming attack of pure sensation. She began babbling again, sucking on the tongue thrust into her mouth, and then her body began convulsing, seeking to devour that spear of the preacher as her mouth sough to chew off his tongue.
Frank's eyes had long since rolled up in his head. The man was fighting to maintain control until the girl came. Not that he cared about her, but he wanted to "save her again" in the future, and if he made it good for her now, she probably would not be averse to it. When he felt her go wild as a bucking mare beneath him, he simply lost total control of himself, and his overtaxed balls and prostate began unleashing their discharge.
"AAAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE EEEEAAAAAGGG-GH-HH HHHAAAANNNNG. GGGGHH HHHU-UUUU NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHA AAAAAUUU-UU WWWWWAAAAG GGGGGGHHHHAAAA NNNNNNGG GGHHHHHH!" she shrieked, in the throes of her orgasm, thinking of nothing but the savory feelings washing over her.
Now it was the preacher's turn. His body stiffened and his hands gripped her arms, fingers digging like claws into her delicate flesh has he bellowed, "HH-HH AAAAAYYYYYYRRR RRRRRA AARRRRAA-AANNNNNNGGGG GGHHHHUUUURRRG GG-GH HHHHAAAA NNNNNGGGHHHHA!" His throbbing vock was ejaculating great gouts of seminal fluid into the ecstatically electrified young girl. The man continued shieking hallelujahs, squealing with joy and exultation, sensing the wildly twitching pressure of her cunt wrapped around his cock, trying to wring it out like a used dishrag. His hips continued slamming against her young body with the driving intensity of violent pistons as he sought to fill her with ecstasy.
Finally, out of strength, the man collapsed on top of her with a tremendous shuddering sigh of gratitude to the Lord for allowing him to fulfill his dream of finally fucking the daughter of the woman he had married. His cock, its deed done, began deflating within her womb.
For a long time Loretta lay there thinking, So this is fornication. This is what men to do women.
She was smart enough to know, if she told her mother, the woman would not believe her, since her mother was certain of the purity of her own husband. But Loretta realized she had been betrayed, made to sin, and with a holy man so-to-speak.
With the passassage of years after that, Loretta realized all men wanted from her was what Reverend Frank had done to her. She hardened her heart, determined never again to give in, and now she say waiting to wreak her own vengeance on men, little dreaming of what lay in store for her.