Screwing The Animal For Jesus

Priscilla - an inordinately submissive 44-year-old - rated as a luscious creature. She had black hair; her medium-sized tits were firm while her legs were trim and her rear sported a round tush. Her female friends would've been astonished had they been aware she was her city's easiest lay because she harbored an immense need to satisfy pricks by the dozen

Her indecent behavior was something she relished, it aroused her to visit live sex-clubs where she boldly fulfilled her desires. Too, she fornicated with truckers at highway rest stops. She also frequented bars and propositioned strange guys to bed her, as well as roamed the streets and dark alleys seeking to quench her insatiability.

She often wondered if her promiscuity had any boundaries, and didn't try controlling it. After all, she was a hopelessly brazen hussy and enjoyed it. Despite her lewdness, though, she attended an evangelical , as she did on a Sunday morning in July when she noticed 2 white men she never seen before.

Curious, she approached them in the parking lot after the service and introduced herself: - 'Hello, I'm Priscilla.'

'Nice meeting you. I'm Nigel and this Sean. We're sexology researchers at the ,' the 36-y/o Nigel answered.

'We're conducting interviews regarding Christian housewives' coital habits,' the 27-y/0 Sean explained.

'My husband divorced me last year due to incompatibly, though I'm glad to be your subject. There's diner a block down the . Why don't we have some there?' Priscilla suggested.

'Okay,' Nigel agreed and off they went to the where they sat at a corner table.

Once a cute, blonde had served their drinks, Nigel removed a notepad and pen from his pocket.

'Okay, my first question is, how old were you when your lost your virginity?'

'Eighteen,' she responded.

'You've been active ever since?' Nigel inquired.

'Yes,' Priscilla said.

'You don't feel cock-starved?' Sean ginned.

'Not, I don't, Priscilla replied.

'Good,' Nigel said, then: - 'Are there any sluts in your congregation?'

'I - I'm a slut!' she blushed.

'Really? Does your know?' Sean smirked.

'I hope not!'

'You don't want to cause a scandal, do you?' Sean said.

'No, sir.'

'Do you have anything else to say?' Nigel asked.

'I - I - teach the young people's Bible class, and I was sorely tempted to take Larry, my 19-y/o nephew, home for sex this morning. Not only that, my , Buster, mounts me!' Priscilla confessed.

'Bestiality and incest are abominations!' Sean snorted.

'I'm condemned and I don't care!'

'You're already beyond forgiveness!' Nigel told her.

He then laid a $10 on the counter before leading her and Sean to his . She and Sean slid into the back seat and Nigel got in the front one.

'Give me directions to your ,' he commanded.

She obeyed and they soon arrived at her residence, followed by them walking into her living room.

Sean next reached under Priscilla' short and thrust his finger into her twat.

'She's not wearing panties,' he remarked.

'The whore isn't modest, especially since she's a loose woman,' Nigel said.

'Her holes had better not be loose!' Sean replied.

'Let's explore them,' Nigel said, after which he and Sean stripped.

'Your penises are huge!' she verbally admired Nigel's 12-inched shaft and Sean's 14-inched pole.

'She's thinks our cocks are monsters!' Sean chuckled.

'Yeah, although her sinful deeds are the true monsters!' Nigel said as he shoved Priscilla to her knees and drove his pecker into her mouth.

'Use your lips to pet my , you little !' he snarled.

Sean then crouched and sank his rod into her anus.

'Am I going to find a foul stench in your sewer-pussy - huh?' he asked.

'Uh-hmmm!' she mumbled while hardly believing the men's vulgar talk.

Nonetheless, her dignity meant less than nothing to them, being their only concern was degrading her with no mercy as their weapons continued assaulting her.

At that moment, Nigel leaned across her shoulder and fiercely slapped her pretty face.

'Did that hurt, bitch?' he yelled before she nodded.

'Are you punishing Satan's daughter?' Sean inquired.

'She was born in hell which will be her eternal destiny!' Nigel crowed.

'That's right, fool!' Sean jeered.

'I'm a fool!' her mind had barely screamed when she had a loudly-moaning orgasm.

'Hear that? She's praising the devil!' Sean laughed.

'Truth is, she worships her own daddy!' Nigel responded as he ejaculated in her mouth.

'Curse you!' Sean roared, then shot his load into Priscilla's bowels.

Briefly, the studs glared at her before Sean inquired, 'You're a filthy Jezebel, aren't you?'

'Yes, sir!'

'You understand that god hates filth, don't you?' Nigel said.

'I deserve hatred,' she admitted.

'All whores do,' Sean said.

'Yeah, and it's time you showed us that you belong to the planet's lowest species!' Nigel ordered.

'Yes, sir,'

Priscilla then stood, went to the backyard and returned with her .

'Hi, boy,' Sean greeted Buster.

'I bet he makes love to his girlfriend!' Nigel observed.

'Hey, Buster, you ought to marry her! You wouldn't divorce her, would you?' Sean said.

'Even bestial matrimony is holy, isn't it?' Nigel asked.

'Yes, sir!' she whispered, followed the sniffing her wet snatch and developing a 7-inched boner.

Next, he reared and buried it in her cunt.

'Screw the animal for Jesus!' Sean cackled.

'Hallelujah!' Nigel exclaimed.

'Fuck me!' Priscilla panted.

However, it amused Sean and Nigel to watch Buster rutting her until he jizz-defiled her vag and withdrew from her.

'Buster's tied the knot and you're his wife!' Sean announced.

'What a beautiful ceremony!' Nigel added, with him and Sean next pissing into her 'oral goblet' to the union.

'Your wife's a filthy Jezebel and an abomination!' the tramp crooned.

However, she startled Nigel and Sean by urging them to force her at least once a week after that morning.

'Seriously?' Sean asked.

'Yes, sir!'

'Pervert!' Sean taunted her

'I'm sure your husband will force you, too!' Nigel referred to Buster.

Not surprisingly, though, he and Sean wished they could oblige Priscilla!

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