Chapter 1
The steeple of the small white church in Plain-view seemed to glow in the Sunday morning sunlight, a lofty spire that reached skyward like a finger pointing at heaven above.
To Elmira McKenzie, the parson's pretty young wife, that towering pillar looked more like a big stiff cock ready for cunt. She was not all the prim and proper twenty-year-old bride of the town preacher that most people in Plain-view assumed.
Inside the church, an organ boomed the final chord of a somber hymn. Their voices rose, singing for salvation, rattling the stained glass windows. Then the Reverend Silas McKenzie began his sermon.
He was a tall, gaunt man of forty-four with straight swept-back dark hair iced with a frosting of cold gray. His lean, sharp features and intense unwavering glare made him the wrath of almighty God personified.
When his thundering deep voice described the wages of sin, Reverend McKenzie's devout flock of strict fundamentalists could almost smell the sulphurous smoke rising from hell's eternal fire. A few not quite so devout wondered how an austere preacher had won himself such a gorgeous young wife.
Elmira languished in bed when the sermon began, thankful she would be alone for a little while and not under the strict parson's watchful eye. She yawned and stretched her supple limbs, reaching down to wiggle a long middle finger in the soft valley of her pussy slit.
She writhed, gasping and moaning sounds of delight. Sleek oils simmered in her narrow cunt, rising quickly to gloss the puffed lips of her anxious cunt. Elmira's thumb circled her juicy clit bud.
Long red-golden hair swirled in tawny waves all over the pillow as she tossed her head. The pungent scent of musk began to fill the room.
Silas expected her to be properly dressed, her long hair braided and coiled, standing with him on the church steps at ten when the first service was over. She would have to smile sweetly and thank all the parishioners leaving the church, then greet those arriving for the second service.
Until then, Elmira was free to delight her ripe body with all the tingling thrills of self-stimulation. She settled her left hand between her tits with thumb and first finger spread wide to reach and twirl both nipples at once.
A sharp knock at the front door stopped her anxious writhing and silenced her joyous moans. Elmira stiffened, annoyed that her private time for pleasure was being disturbed. Rarely did anyone visit the parsonage while services were being held in the church next door.
Elmira rose and put on a long robe of thick gray cotton flannel draped loose to hide the sweeping curves of her stunning figure. Reverend McKenzie would not allow her to wear anything that would enhance her obvious charms.
She went to answer the demanding knock, bitterly frustrated. In another few minutes Elmira would have worked herself to a satisfying climax, something her husband had never done.
"Yes?" Elmira asked cautiously as she opened the door and peered out through a narrow crack.
"Ellie, baby . . . how are you?" The rough-edged male voice rang with impish delight.
She staggered back two full steps. No one in Plainview ever called her by her nickname. The door swung wide and she recognized the ruggedly handsome face of the unexpected caller at once.
Elmira's face paled. She gasped weakly in shock. "Wha-what are you doing here?"
Rod Kramer flashed a wolfish lewd grin almost as wide as the open door. His blue eyes leered brightly, a look almost rabid with desire. "I stopped by to pick things up where we left off."
She stammered, "C-c-come in and c-c-close the door. I don't want anyone to see you."
Kramer came in and pushed the door shut, feasting his eyes on her soft features and radiant hair. "I knew you'd be glad to see me," he said.
"I'm not," she insisted. "You can't stay. I married the parson who's preaching in the church next door."
"That means he'll be busy until noon. We'll have plenty of time to get reacquainted." Kramer came toward her, his brawny arms and large anxious hands reaching out. "I've never forgotten that hot little pussy of yours."
Ellie stumbled backwards, gaping at the strongly built man from her past. Kramer was a prime physical specimen-tall, strong and supremely confident. His wavy, sun-bleached blonde hair contrasted sharply with the bronze-tanned skin that rippled over biceps that bulged out of his T-shirt sleeves.
"H-h-how did you find me?" Ellie's voice strained to hide a sudden rush of rampaging desire. Reverend McKenzie had never satisfied her restless craving for sexual pleasure . . . and Rod Kramer had never failed.
His luminous blue eyes twinkled. "You know, baby. Big Bad Rod has all kinds of connections. I even know what you're going to have for breakfast this morning."
"You do?" She stood in awe of his rippling muscles and fondly remembered the one that pleased her most of all. Elmira shivered, watching his prick swell hard and strain the crotch of his faded jeans.
"Yeah, I do. You're going to eat the same thing you did every morning for six months when we were together . . . my big hot prick."
"N-n-no! I can't do that. I told you, I'm the parson's wife!"
A chuckle of contemptuous laughter rumbled deep in Rod's barrel chest. "I can't believe that crusty preacher is giving you all you need."
"He doesn't, but I have an obligation to him. I'll scream if you even touch me," she warned.
"Go ahead. Nobody's going to hear you with him ranting and raving next door."
Her soft ripe body trembled as she staggered back to avoid his arms.
"Don't!" she pleaded desperately. "You don't understand how I'm bound to him-"
"And I don't want to know. I just want to squeeze your beautiful big tits and stroke your nipples hard while you suck my cock and swallow my cum."
"I can't do that!" she cried. "If Silas finds out I've been unfaithful-"
"He won't. That's why I came by on Sunday morning while he's busy in church." He pulled at the collar of her drab robe and peeled it open as he pressed her down.
"Ooooh, God," she sobbed as her heaving tits came into full view. They were lusciously rounded twin mounds of flesh.
Rod sniffed the pungent scent of her musk as he pulled the drab robe all the way off.
"You want it as much as I do," he said with a twisted lewd grin. "I can smell your pussy getting hot and feel your nipples throb."
Ellie sobbed even though what he said was true. Tears streamed down her blushing cheeks. She wanted to explain the power Reverend McKenzie held over her, but couldn't find the strength.
She looked like a naked angel kneeling on a fleecy gray cloud. Kramer steadied her with a firm hand while the other eased down the zipper of his fly. He pulled out an enormously thick cock.
Ellie blinked and gulped, more tears streaming as he lifted the gorged knob of his big cock to her quaking lips. She clenched her teeth and fiercely shook her head no.
Rod's lopsided lewd grin warped the other way. "You know I like it best when you try to refuse me-"
She nodded and her sobs became babbling hysteria. Kramer reached back of her head and parted her silky long hair. He brought one shimmering red-golden strand forward over each shoulder and circled them around his waist.
Ellie made strickened sounds of fear. Rod ignored her distress and calmly knotted the two parted strands of hair together behind his back.
She wrenched her head, but could not pull away. Rod had double-knotted her hair tight as a rope. It bound her to his waist, her lips quivering just an inch from the bulbous purple-red knob of his cock.
"Suck it!" he snarled. "We both know you want to."
"Hungh," she groaned.
He was fondling a tit in each hand, whirling her taut nipples with thumb strokes. Ellie wanted to scream, enthralled by intense stimulation more thrilling than anything she could do for herself. Fiery heat blazed from his clutching hands to weaken her resistance.
"Suck it!" he said. "I want to see if the preacher has taught his sexy young wife some new tricks."
"He won't let me touch him that way!" she cried.
"Then you must be starving for the taste of my cum." He rocked his hips, jerking her knotted hair and prodding her taut lips with his cock.
Ellie breathed a mournful sigh, rounding her lips to a warm sheath that fit snugly over his blood-gorged cockhead. Her tongue rippled under the cleft, teasing and enticing before sweeping around the soft ridge and down to the steel-hard length of his mighty prickshaft.
"Does the parson know how many times his pretty wife has sucked and fucked my big cock?"
She groaned emphatically, easing her head back to speak. "And he must never find out. He thought I was a virgin on our wedding night."
"How did you manage that after all the times I drilled and reamed your little pit?"
"I used a salve that shrinks a pussy painfully tight, and a red gel that streaks like blood from a freshly torn cherry."
"What a devious little bitch you are," he said admiringly. "But I remember the real thing. I never heard a timid virgin scream so loud or saw one bleed so long. My cock must have been too much for you the first time."
Ellie nodded and sucked him into her swirling lips again. Her tongue flailed as powerful suction embraced Rod's long prick. Then she pulled back and smacked her wet lips. "The Reverend's cock is bigger than yours, but he uses it mostly to piss through."
"Yeah, I heard he only gives it to you once a month."
"Where did you hear that?" she gasped, shocked because that was true.
"Plainview is a small town where people like to talk. They gossip about the damnedest things."
Elbe's mouth gaped in dismay and Rod pushed his cock in again.
"I knew fucking a preacher's timid prick once a month wouldn't be enough for you! Not after all we did together."
Ellie moaned and took his cock to the root. Rod's anxious grunts and deeply satisfied moans added to the fever of her excitement.
Reverend McKenzie's strict church condoned sex only for the sake of procreation. He fucked her just once each month on a day carefully calculated to be the one most likely to make her pregnant. And so far he'd not succeeded at that.
Ellie delighted in silently mocking her pious husband with a stunning figure that remained as shapely as an hourglass. And she liked spiting him by sucking another man's cock even more.
Rod reamed the sleek hollow of her heaving throat. The clinging wet friction of her anxious spasms was sheer delight. Ellie gurgled and moaned, sexually excited for the first time since being forced to marry a stern, passionless man more than twice her age.
Elmira's parents were well on into middle age when she had been born. They grew old as she grew up in Plainview, sheltered like a delicate little flower, smothered by their overly protective ways and strictly old-fashioned religious beliefs.
The day she turned eighteen, Elmira left Plainview and went to a larger city two hundred miles away. She got a job waiting on tables in a hotel coffee shop and shared an apartment with two other girls about her same age.
One of them introduced her to Rod Kramer. He managed a swinging singles bar called The Meat Locker and soon persuaded Ellie to go to work there. With an innocent look and an eye-popping figure, she made more in tips the first night than she would have working all week at the hotel.
Kramer had no trouble at all seducing the wide-eyed, innocent, small-town girl. He delighted her with a variety of lewd pleasures, some more intense than her young mind was willing to accept at first.
Then her aged parents were both taken ill. They exhausted their savings and had to sell their house to pay medical bills. Old and still weak, they were left with no place to go except a church-sponsored home for the aged with a long waiting list for admittance.
They appealed to Reverend McKenzie for the urgent recommendation needed to get them in. He agreed to give them that . . . but for a price. Silas had been widowed the year before, and he wanted their daughter Elmira as his second wife.
Always a loving and dutiful girl, she couldn't refuse and see her parents homeless without proper care. She consented to marry the flinty-eyed parson.
Ellie rippled her sleek throat, rocking on her knees to meet his demanding thrusts. The power of his lewd passion thrilled her after months of almost total neglect.
She sucked his cock with the fevered hunger of a vampire with both fangs sunk deep in a bulging vein. Her lips pulled and swirled.
He groaned, his powerful body tense with the pressure of impending delight. Rod clamped both hands back of her head and fucked deep into her throat, grunting and raging as his cock swelled to fire.
Spurts of slick hot jism sprayed the walls of her wringing tube. Ellie gulped, trying desperately to swallow it all, but his gushing cock jetted more than she could get down. Relieved of pressure, he started fucking again, whipping his wet cock in and out.
His hard-muscled loins jarred her lips. Her knotted hair sent jolts of pain into her scalp. Ellie gulped air when she could, dizzied by the hammering force of his cock.
Each plunging stroke shot more jism into her throat. Cum rose like the incoming tide, cock-whipped into white froth that soon filled her mouth and bubbled from her gulping lips.
Cum dribbled down her chin as silver-white foam. The spunk sheened and sparkled, twin small streams from the corners of her tightly drawn lips.
Her tongue licked and swirled, savoring the sticky, salt-sweet taste of jism, one of many lewd pleasures the parson denied her. The drops beaded on her chin like gleaming pearls.
She dropped both hands into her lap and frantically fingered her clit, cumming hard with a deep wet groan just as she sucked out his last drop.
Joyous aftershocks delighted them both, lingering pulses of blissful relief. Minutes passed before they caught their breath.
Then Rod leaned down at her smiling cum-glossed lips. "Let's fuck!"