Mothership Wilderness Pt. 32 by rawlyrawls..,
All Characters in Sexual Situations Are 18 or Older.
“What a pretty picture you are … with your face distorted. The good pastor would hardly … recognize you.” Jacob smiled down at Truth, as she demonstrated exceptional blowjob skills. Her hands were practically a blur on the lower half of his dick while she bobbed her head in a frenzy. “You’re a … natural … a prodigy … a …” He lost his train of thought in the pleasure of her sloppy mouth. “You are learning … that I am at the center of His plans. And that means … you are important to Him, too. Soon … you will find … that the font of His wisdom flows from my …”
“Mmpppphhhhhhh.” Truth tried to tune out his inane words. She prayed the other women were simply addicts like her, that they hadn’t bought into his religious nonsense. They were all handpicked by Colony Control for their pious and industrious qualities. They couldn’t all have fallen from the Light.
“Are you thinking of a way out … even as you … serve me?” Jacob laughed. “That look on your face is precious. If only … you could see how ridiculous … you are. Others thought to stop … this … too. Until they found the righteous path. Here … let me … show you.” He let out a roar, erupting in her mouth. He let her fall to her side, shuddering and making the most idiotic sounds. He sprayed her prone form with cum until he was done. Then he dropped to his knees and began removing her uniform before she came to.
Her mind swam in pure joy, barely aware that her body was moving. As the high faded, she realized that the teenager was removing her uniform. “Nnnoooooo. Ddddiiissssss nnnnnnnnot rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiight.” She feebly pushed at his hands.
“Calm yourself, Mrs. Sterret.” He removed her boots and wiggled the uniform down her body. “You asked me to cum again, and I got it all over you. We’ll need to wash your clothes before you return to Pastor Sterret.”
“Oookaaaayyyyy.” What he said made sense to her slow brain. She couldn’t return to Elijah with a sperm-soaked uniform. Her vagina had soaked through the crotch with her own juices, too. She supposed he would have to clean her underwear as well. Sure enough, she felt his fingers removing her panties. It all made sense. At least he had the decency to help her bury her sin. Maybe her husband would put the Winthrops back into cryo immediately, and she would be rid of this temptation. She knew her addictions well enough to know that while she would choose good, her body would opt for evil on her behalf. “What … what are you doing?” The fog of ecstasy cleared, and she blinked her eyes. The skinny, nineteen-year-old was between her legs. He lay his heavy cock on her belly, his fat testicles touching her vagina. She shivered at the sight of something so unholy.
“I want you to see how deep I’ll be inside you.” Jacob watched his cock squirm on her belly, moving from side to side well past her belly button. “Does the senior pastor get that deep?”
Truth shook her head. “I have given up pleasures of the flesh.” She was lying to herself by using the present tense. She had given them up. “My husband and I find our pleasures in … serving the Lord.”
“How quaint. With my cock I can take you to God anytime you like.” He pulled back and put the head at her opening. His dick pulsed and wiggled as it burrowed in. He expected her to make some grand declaration, but she stared mutely as he entered her, her mouth tight in a grimace. “You’ll soon beg for my blessing, Mrs. Sterret. This will be … ugh … my first marriage … dictated by … strategy. I suppose … there will be more such marriages … such is the life … of the Messiah.” He pressed his hips into her, moving slowly. “You weren’t lying … about not having sex. You’re … tight.”
“I’m … throwing it all … ugh … away.” She watched the ghastly penis enter her, thinking about the depths it would plumb. It soon would be in her belly. She knew from her wayward days that she could take big ones, but Jacob’s deformity was in a different league entirely. “Why did … God wake me … from cryooooooooooooo?” The thing had found a weak spot inside her. She watched her own belly bulge as the penis pushed at her from the inside. It would reshape and remake her most sacred parts into a receptacle for evil. “Yeeesssssss … deeper.” All the years of reformation and redemption were for naught. If this was evil, then she needed the Devil himself. She looked up at Jacob with burning eyes. “Slam … me … smash … me … change me …”
“Well … that’s more … like it.” He slammed his hips into hers and relished her tormented screams. “You sound … like a lost soul … Mrs. Sterret.” His hips found a good pace. He propped himself up with hands under her boobs. He was in awe of the ferocity on her face. This was a woman who was made for mating. Too bad the senior pastor hadn’t the wisdom to use his wife as God intended. “Your soul … is home now … you are one of us.”
“Ugh … ugh … ugh …” Truth knew that nothing could be further from the truth. She had been lost to drugs, drinking, and promiscuity. She was then found by Elijah, her saving grace. And now she had suddenly cut herself loose again. “Stop … talking … and take me.” Her old self was in charge. She placed her hands behind her knees, and pulled her legs wider for him. There was a time when she would have grabbed her feet and placed them at her ears, but she didn’t think she would bend like that anymore. She was so terribly out of practice. “Ohhhhhhhh … that spot … that spot … that sppooooooottttttttt.” She slammed the back of her head into the floor as she came.
Jacob obliged her request and stopped talking. He focused on his hips, watching her contorted face. There was something different about her. She looked at him with acceptance, but not with the acquiescence he was used to once he started humping a woman. Whatever it was, his cum would wash it away. It would not be long until he tilled her fields and brought her into the fold. He worked her hard, watching her crest over multiple orgasms. They were drenched in sweat when Jacob felt her hands on his hips. “Hey … what are you …?”
“It’s … my turn.” Truth twisted them and expertly turned Jacob under her. He was not a large man, so it was quite simple. She pinned his arms to the floor with her hands and rode him with long, powerful strokes. “How … does it know … uh … uh … uh … all my … hidden places?”
“I told you … ugh … ugh … ugh … I’m the … Messiah.” Jacob let her think she was in control while she rode him. He didn’t even mind her pinning down his arms. He could have easily broken away if he wanted to. He didn’t feel like changing positions, however. He loved the way she hunched down onto him, her tits wobbling about madly, her face a mask of frenzied lust. He wasn’t used to cumming with a woman on top, but she was doing it for him. “Going to … cum … Mrs. S … take it … aaaaahhhhhhhhh.” He arched up into her and let loose.