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The Pastor's Wife
by Phyllis (phyllis.annette@yahoo.com)

***

Phyllis and her dear friend tempt fate and find the 
devil can be quite real. (FFM, beast, sacrilegious)

***

I got a call from my friend, Sandra, inviting me down 
for a visit.

It so happened that my husband was leaving for a hunting 
trip with friends and I'd already decided to let the 
kids go to their grandparents so I said, "Sure, love 
to!"

We live in Oklahoma and I left early on that Saturday 
morning, eager to begin the five hour trip to Sandi's 
house in a small, country town south of Austin, Texas.

"I've got something special and delightfully nasty 
planned for us," my friend had said into the phone.

Knowing her imagination and tingling from the memory of 
previous visits I was bursting with anticipation.

When I got to their house in the country, Sandi greeted 
me and reacquainted me with her two lovely teen 
daughters. And I saw that she had Bruce, her elderly 
neighbours' enormous black Mastiff dog with her. From 
the time the beast spent with her it was hard to know 
that he wasn't the family's dog.

"Is he always here?" I laughed.

"Seems like it," chuckled Jennifer, Sandi's younger 
daughter.

"Y'all behave now, y'hear girls! Aunt Phyllis and I have 
some errands to run" she announced to her daughters as 
we got into her big Suburban. Before climbing in 
herself, Sandi opened the end gate and Bruce dutifully 
hopped inside and settled down. Was it my imagination or 
had Jennifer given us a sly chuckle as we got into the 
car?

Knowing Sandra as I do, and seeing that Bruce was with 
us, I knew the special surprise had to do with sex. With 
her daughters home I was unsure where exactly and I 
remained so as we drove along the country roads.

"Where're we going?" I prodded.

"Not far, you'll see," she grinned.

Soon after, we exited the hardtop onto a dusty, gravel 
drive that ran just a few hundred feet to a small, 
white, clapboard country church.

"Dave's church?" I gasped.

Sandi's husband was an ordained minister and pastor of 
the small, country church but the congregation, being 
too small to support a full time minister, Dave 
supplemented with a job as a salesman and he was away on 
a business trip until later that evening.

"Yup," Sandi replied.

"I've never done it in a church," I said.

"I have, but never like we're about to do it," she 
replied.

We parked in the grassy courtyard and released the big 
dog who went frog-hopping around, sprinkling trees 
before obediently falling in step with us. Sandi 
produced a key and unlocked the double doors at the 
front of the sanctuary. Closing and locking them behind 
us, we proceeded down the center of the pews to the 
altar at the front. Bruce was trotting along behind us, 
occasionally poking his big snout into our buttocks; 
familiar territory for the huge canine.

"Where? I asked.

Sandi walked up the few steps of the altar and began 
removing her clothes, "Right here!" she announced.

I followed suit and when we were both nude we kissed and 
caressed each other's body, letting our tongues and 
fingers explore soft folds and creases. Bruce was 
agitated and kept trying to force his big head between 
our bodies. I relented and squatted just slightly and 
was rewarded with the slurp of his thick, raspy tongue.

"You couldn't have called at a better time," I moaned. 
My friend knew of my frustration with my husband's lack 
of lovemaking ability and I knew that her situation was 
much the same. But, she had Bruce and other diversions 
so I only wished I could be as bold as my friend.

Her fingers touched the button of my clit as Bruce 
continued to swipe at my labes with his fat tongue. I 
grew more and more excited, fingering Sandi's pussy and 
nibbling at the pert nipples of her perfect breasts. My 
knees were trembling as I felt an orgasm begin to build 
within me.

The two of us glided to the carpeted floor, facing each 
other, on our knees, gobbling each other's offered 
tongue in our passion.

At Sandi's urging, I bent onto hands and knees and felt 
the weight of the huge dog as he clambered onto my 
shoulders. Sandi knelt at my head gripping his front 
paws and draped them onto my shoulders just to either 
side of my neck. I felt the slick, pointed tip of his 
cock rapidly poking and stabbing at the backs of my 
thighs and buttocks and wiggled my ass to help try to 
guide him into the place we both wanted his cock to 
be... deep inside me.

Sandi skilfully reached under his belly and, gripping 
his turgid dog dick, stroked the wet, precum smeared 
head of the dog's cock against the folds of my pussy. 
Still bucking and humping but getting closer to his 
target... once, twice... then "unnngggghhhhh... 
shhhhiiitttttttt, that's sooo goooodddd!" I moaned.

Nine inches of hot, hard dog prick found its way into my 
pussyhole with one powerful lunge of Bruce's massive 
haunches. I yelped again when the tip of his pointed 
cock bumped my cervix, forcing it a little way through 
the tiny opening and into my womb.

Sandi moved behind me, holding the dog's knot in both 
hands, feeding it into my spasming pussy. I knew to push 
back, relaxing my cunt muscles and Sandi's deft fingers 
forced the ball into the mouth of my pussy. Once I felt 
it pass the muscles into my vaginal canal I kiegled 
tightly, my pussy sucking the big ball of flesh into my 
birth canal and getting another few millimetres of 
cocktip into my uterus.

"Shit, oh fuck, Sandi!" I cried.

"Don't tell me, tell the dog!" she laughed.

"Fuck me Bruce. Fuck my pussy boy. Fuck my hot pussy 
with that big doggie dick," I pleaded.

Without needing to be told, my friend positioned her 
splayed thighs at my mouth. I eagerly attacked her moist 
cunt with lips, fingers and tongue, nibbling and chewing 
at her sensitive clit while probing for her elusive G-
spot with my fingers.

"Here, use this" she urged.

I felt her place something round and heavy in my hands 
and I opened my eyes to see a wooden cross about sixteen 
inches high, the legs smooth and round, about two inches 
in diameter. My eyes widened when I recognized it as the 
large cross that slipped into a cup fastened to a heavy, 
rectangular base at the back of the altar.

"Ooooh, you are nasty," I giggled and began fucking my 
friend's pussy with the heavy cross.

"Shit Phyl, that's it. Suck my clit. Fuck me with that 
big, fucking, wooden dick."

Both of us were insane with lust, writhing at the pulpit 
of her husband's church. Me, on my elbows and knees 
being brutally but wonderfully fucked by a massive 
canine cock. My beautiful friend was wild with depraved 
passion as I fucked her cunt with the fat wooden cross, 
licking and sucking her clit; both of us moving toward 
fabulous orgasms.

"I don't care if the devil himself comes in," my friend 
moaned. "If he's got a cock I'll fuck him too!"

In my mind's eye, I pictured all the images I'd seen of 
Satan in the form of dragon, bull, goat, demon with an 
enormous, enraged hard-on plunging it into the pussies 
of hapless virgins, raping them on the very altar where 
they worshipped. The image wasn't that far from the 
truth as I felt Bruce shudder and pummel his cock into 
me with blinding speed. His haunches pumping like a 
powerful engine, his cock flaring and inflating inside 
my abused cunt.

"I'm gonna' cum Phyl, I'm gonna' cum! Suck my clit... 
fuck me harder with that wooden cock" my friend cried.

Her impending orgasm came just as I felt my own body 
begin to tingle electrically. I was consumed and I felt 
Bruce's cock swell incredibly longer and thicker inside 
me.

Just then he jerked and pulled me hard to his body with 
his powerful front paws. His body became as rigid as an 
obelisk as I felt his cock spewing and spraying inside 
me. What had been a steady pulsing spurt was now a 
watery jet of hot milky jism. My pussy couldn't hold it 
all and I felt his juices drizzling down the backs of my 
thighs. My own orgasm had me convulsing, "ohgawd I'm 
cumming" I moaned.

Sandi clamped her thighs against the sides of my face 
and violently jerked my head into her twat. "Eat me 
slut! Yeah, fuck! Eat my cunt whore! I'm cumming!"

My friend pushed my hands away and grasped the wooden 
dildo in both hands, forcing two more inches up into her 
gasping slit. I was biting her clit, sucking the hard 
nub onto the tip of my tongue delighting in feeling her 
whole body shudder. The dog's cock was emptying the last 
of his seed deep in my womb when suddenly a crash, as 
loud as thunder, shook the whole church.

The front, double doors blew open and a blinding light 
filled the sanctuary. A snarl, like that of a grizzly 
bear, filled the room.

"WHAT HAVE WE HERE?" said a husky, male voice.

Sandi was beyond caring; stabbing her womb with the 
wooden cross and shrieking as her orgasm consumed her.

I turned to look and a bright, white light filled the 
entire doorway. A figure stood in the midst of a 
swirling fog. It was the figure of a huge black man, 
easily six and a half foot tall, with thick, rippling 
muscles and a broad, gleaming chest. Suddenly, both 
doors swung shut behind the dark shape with a loud slam.

"I see my little girls like to play," the voice boomed.

He approached the altar down the center row of pews. He 
was quite naked and his enormous penis jutted out from 
his loins, swaying and bobbing as he drew nearer.

"I think someone called me," he said, laughing in a 
deep, throaty voice.

Bruce was struggling to disengage his prick from my 
sucking pussy and he did just then with an audible 
slurping sound. A flood of warm dog semen overflowed 
down the insides of my thighs. Bruce did not like the 
newcomer and began to growl, with raised hackles, in his 
direction.

"Be still Cur!" the man shouted.

Bruce, for all his size, whimpered like a puppy and 
retreated to a far corner of the altar.

I looked down at Sandra, her eyes were glazed and she 
was grinning wildly. "Oh fuck, oh so good..." she 
uttered.

I watched terrified as the enormous man slowly drew 
nearer to the altar. I gasped and my heart pounded when 
I saw that he was not taking steps at all. The mist 
swirled about his knees but I could tell that he was 
gliding over the carpeted floor. Even more terrifying 
were his features, now clearer as he moved closer and 
closer. They were changing, morphing into a grotesque 
yet strangely erotic mask. Curved horns began to rise up 
from the points of his forehead and his nose grew and 
curved downward, swelling like the caricature of an old 
crone.

His body, too, was undergoing a transformation. Where 
once his skin had been smooth, hairless, and gleaming 
with an ebony shine, his muscles rippling, he now was 
covered with a fine coat of fur just a few millimetres 
long. His cock, which had waved proudly at me, had now 
grown to twice its original size. It took on more of a 
tapered effect, much like Bruce's canine penis. It was 
rippled with thick, cord-like veins that actually pulsed 
visibly as blood flowed through the engorged organ. The 
mist slowly evaporated and I now could see his feet, if 
that's what they were, as he slowly, mechanically 
almost, mounted the few steps to the altar.

>From his knees down his legs were covered with the same 
soft fur only much thicker and longer, almost shaggy. I 
groaned when I saw that his feet were more like the 
cloven hooves of a goat. When I looked back up at the 
man's face I could've fainted. His features had become 
those of a monstrous goat and he was glaring at me 
through large, piercing red eyes that seemed to blaze 
right through me.

"Put the bitch on her knees," he commanded.

I scurried to do as I was told, pulling Sandi's fingers 
away from the wooden cross, removing it from her vagina 
and placing it on the floor next to her limp body.

I rolled my friend over onto her tummy and positioned 
her up on her knees. Her elbows and forehead resting on 
the soft carpet of the altar.

"Good. You obey well slut!" the deep voice said.

"Now, pick up that filthy object and put it in your 
cunt," the demon, for I was sure that's what he was, 
commanded.

My trembling fingers picked up the object of reverence, 
still slick with the juices of my friend's pussy. 
Hypnotized by the deep, commanding voice, I leaned back 
against the pulpit and, with knees parted wide, I 
slipped the round, wooden knob a few inches into my 
pussy.

Suddenly, the cross in my hands was transformed into a 
huge, writhing snake. It was immense. It seemed to be 
nearly as long as I was tall and as thick as my arm. My 
arms flung wide in terror as the monster began to writhe 
its way up inside me. My body was frozen and I was 
powerless to deny the serpent as I felt my womb being 
stretched to accommodate it.

"HehHehHeh," the demon cackled. "Meet a friend of mine."

He was completely atop the altar now, his massive penis 
jutted out like a beam. I knew he intended to fuck my 
friend and I feared he would kill her with that monster 
cock. Meanwhile, I had problems of my own as more of the 
twisting; squirming snake disappeared beneath my pussy 
mound. I felt helpless yet strangely and erotically 
empowered, not having to lift a finger to heighten the 
intensity of my pleasure. The sensations inside my body 
were like nothing I'd ever felt and I gasped aloud when 
I saw that only a few inches of the serpent's tail had 
not yet entered my vagina. Then, it too disappeared and 
my entire body was wracked with a spasm of climax never 
felt before.

Sandi's body began to float slowly upward from the 
altar. She was in precisely the same position as she'd 
been; only now her knees were at least four feet from 
the floor. It was as if she was resting her head, arms 
and knees on an invisible platform. I heard her gently 
moan as the beast drew nearer to her.

I could see her pussy gasping, the pink lips pursing as 
if sucking for breath. From my vantage, I saw the fist 
sized head of the monster's penis approach my friend's 
cunt.

With a growl and a roar, he plunged that swollen monster 
inside my friend's body. Sandi shrieked and then sighed 
deeply. "Ooh yes master. Yes! Fuck me with it. Fuck my 
cunt with your perfect dick master".

Our guest stood perfectly still and Sandi's body began 
to swing forward and back like a pendulum, each swing 
back more of the thick pole of meat entered her swollen 
pussy.

The orgasms crashing through my body over and over had 
consumed all my strength. I was incoherent as I watched 
between my thighs as the thick, tapered head of an 
enormous snake with fiery red eyes began to slither over 
my belly. I expected it to be cold, slimy. Anything but 
was true. It was warm, firm yet soft on my skin. More of 
the snake emerged, past my navel, over my lower ribs 
until the hideous head was between my full breasts. It 
paused to suckle each nipple and then nuzzled my chin.

Gently it caressed my lips and I was powerless to resist 
opening my mouth as wide as I could.

I felt the thick head of the serpent entering my throat 
and I should've gagged but I didn't. The sensation was 
strangely pleasant. Three more feet of the heavy serpent 
body slithered from my pussy before the pointed tip of 
its tail could be seen. The whole body and it, like the 
huge head had done, slithered down my throat. The 
extreme convulsions of my climax began all over again 
and my body felt twice its size, as if the monster was 
ballooning inside me.

At this moment I saw torrents of thick white goo spray 
from Sandi's pussy. The beast leaned his monstrous head 
back and roared. "Now bitch. Take my seed!" he bellowed.

"You slut!" he ordered to me. "Put that filthy book on 
the floor."

I wobbled to my feet to do as I was told. I took Dave's 
heavy, leather covered bible and placed it on the floor 
near the pulpit. The monster's blood red eyes bore 
through me and an image planted itself in my mind. I 
knelt over the book and spread my pussy lips letting the 
flood of dog cum still in my cunt drizzle over it. My 
body quivered and my full bladder wouldn't be denied as 
a warm stream of pale yellow piss spewed from my 
urethra. When I was empty I sank and fell over onto the 
floor.

"Now you!" he ranted, and my friend's body was slammed 
to the floor. Shaking and trembling but smiling wildly, 
Sandi scurried over to the bible to do as I'd done.

She imitated me and I saw a thick flood of white jism 
rain from her stretched pussy lips. She too had to 
urinate and I was surprised she'd held her pee for so 
long.

We caressed each other, her breasts flattening mine and 
we kissed, our tongues whirling in each other's mouth. 
Both of us, from an unspoken command, knelt beside the 
thick book and began licking clean the rough leather 
cover.

I wiggled my ass and giggled as I felt the huge snake 
squirming to exit my well fucked pussy. It landed with a 
thump on the floor between my ankles and I looked under 
me to see that it was the big, wooden cross. I smiled 
and continued to lick the bible pausing only to kiss my 
friend as we shared globs of the thick sperm with each 
other's mouth.

Suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning filled the church, 
accompanied simultaneously by a tremendous clap of 
thunder which shook the very foundation of the building, 
the swirling fog redeveloped and obscured the entire 
room. Several seconds went by and it cleared just as 
magically as it had formed.

Sandi and I were kneeling on the altar, the bible 
between us, alone but for Bruce who came near to nuzzle 
and lick our faces. Nearby was the cross. We were both 
limp, exhausted and, speaking for me, totally satiated 
for the first time in my life.

Sandi looked at her watch and saw that hours had 
elapsed. "We need to scoot! Dave'll be home soon."

We hurriedly replaced the bible on the pulpit. I 
inserted the heavy cross into its round base on the 
mantle. We dressed quickly and scurried to the car with 
Bruce trotting at our heels.

When we got home Sandi opened the door for Bruce and 
shooed him on toward the neighbours' house. For the rest 
of the afternoon, my friend and I could only lounge by 
the pool sipping margaritas. Neither of us spoke. There 
was no need. It was as if we had experienced every event 
the other had ... physically, emotionally ... and 
spiritually.

Sandi's youngest daughter, Jennifer, kept plying us with 
questions and grinning conspiratorially but gave up when 
we would only smile at her.

Her husband got home and we all enjoyed a quick dinner. 
"How was the day for the two of you?" Dave asked at one 
point during the meal.

"Oh, lazy, really." Sandi began. "We did drop by the 
church to make sure everything was in order for 
tomorrow".

At this, Jennifer choked and we all looked up at her. 
"Sorry, food went down the wrong way" she explained. 
Under the table she kicked my ankle; not hard, just a 
nudge as if to say "I know..."

That night I went to bed in the guestroom, slightly 
drunk from all the tequila, and slept like death itself 
had gripped me.

The next morning was bright and beautiful and neither 
Sandi nor I seemed to feel any adverse effects. Dave 
left early as usual to arrive at church before the 
congregation.

Sandra, me and the two girls followed a little behind. 
Arriving at the little country church-house, Jennifer 
and Lauren immediately went off in search of other teen 
friends to sit with while my friend and I sat in the 
very front pew.

The choir offered a couple of songs and then Sandi's 
husband stood at the pulpit.

Just then, my body tingled as if an electric shock were 
passing through me. Pastor Dave lifted the heavy wooden 
cross from its base on the mantle and raised it to the 
church's occupants. With his other hand he picked up the 
large, leather covered bible and raised it overhead as 
well.

My pussy spasmed and I felt the unmistakeably delightful 
warm glow of a rollercoaster orgasm pulse through me. 
Sandi's grip tightened on my hand and I looked at her as 
a deep, strangely familiar voice boomed, "HehHehHeh". 
Sandi and I both cast furtive glances to see who 
could've invaded the sanctuary in such a way but all of 
the others in the large room were oblivious to 
everything but Dave as he began his sermon, "Dear 
friends..."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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