Skip ahead 10 months

Constance slipped her lips deeper down Pastor Jay's magnificent shaft until they touched his body, leaving a mark of black lipstick. She held herself in place with the pastor's nice, thick cock poking her tonsils. Tears formed a the corners of her eyes. She held stalwart. For a moment, an uncertain pastor placed his hands on the back of her head in a sign of approval. She let herself gag.

He groaned. He moaned. He liked watching her in distress. Constance was proud. She'd figured he would.

She took her wet fingers, danced them down through his legs, over his scrotum and slipped them into his asshole. He groaned again. How silly that she'd initially thought that seducing him would be difficult.

She pulled her mouth off his rod, slimy lines of saliva stretching from every inch of it back to her mouth. Then removed her fingers from his asshole. She looked up at him with big, lustful eyes. "Tell me that Jesus wants me to taste your ass."

At first it had been kinda difficult to seduce him. Constance just couldn't figure out the right strategy. But she knew there had to be a way in. Pastor Jay nodded and watched as his one-time student slipped those fingers in between her soft lips. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Thank you, Jesus."

Constance giggled. She was putting on a good show. Once she'd figured out the right strategy, the right way into Pastor Jay's pants, everything had come so easily. In hindsight it was almost ludicrous that she hadn't immediately known that the right way in was naturally Pastor Jay's wife.

Constance crawled over to Mrs. Emily, still kneeling, tied up nude in the corner, still exhausted, covered in sweat and juices. Her curly brown hair was a total disheveled mess, sticking up in some directions, plastered to her face with sweat, in others.

Constance smiled at her. "I have the taste of your husband's cock and ass in my mouth." She teased. Mrs. Emily just glared at her, her face a mix of guilt and excitement and arousal and confusion. So Constance spit on it. "Now you have it on your face!"

Mrs. Emily squirmed. Her lip trembled. Constance placed her hand on the pastor's wife's chest, her nice wet c-cups and hard nipples. Then she slid it down past her stomach and in between her legs. Mrs. Emily squirmed more.

"How much do you like this? Constance asked.

Mrs. Emily hesitated, then "Very, very much."

"I think you've been a very good sport today." Constance said, in full control of the situation. "I think that means you can get the reward I promised." She slipped a third finger inside Mrs. Emily, her thumb playing with the woman's swollen clit.

Mrs. Emily tried to respond with a smile.

"What do you think, Pastor Jay, does your wife deserve her reward for being such a good fucking sport?" Constance asked, sliding her other hand around Mrs. Emily's back, and pulling the 8 inch dildo from her asshole. "Is that what Jesus would want?"

Pastor Jay stumbled over his words. "I... we... y....yes."

"Say it!" Constance teased. "Tell me what Jesus wants."

Pastor Jay took a deep breath. "Jesus wants... Jesus wants..." he couldn't do it.

So Constance finished the thought, echoing her earlier promise. "Jesus wants me to share your hubby's delicious piss with you." Constance said, just before sliding the massive dildo into her throat.

Mrs. Emily stared on in amazement as the young woman whose spirituality she'd helped shape now gagged on the dildo that had just been planted deep in her ass. She knew all of this was wrong. At least she suspected it was. But she found herself positioning her body below Constance's, mouth open and eager.

Constance felt the contents of her stomach begin to churn. She saw Mrs. Emily watch her eagerly. How funny that they'd so easily convinced themselves that this was what Jesus wanted. And Constance was happy to milk the facade. After all, Jesus and Satan weren't really that different. In both cases you took what you wanted and told yourself that it was their will.

As her body wretched, she could sense Mrs. Emily's eagerness growing. Any moment now. She knew it.

And then, it came. The golden treat she'd guzzled down directly from the source an hour ago poured back up out through her lips, onto Mrs. Emily's face and into her own mouth; enough that she could close her lips and swallow a good gulp down.

What a magnificent mess, Constance thought. She was satisfied in her work. The only question she had would be, should she abandon these two to their inevitable crisis of conscience, or should she bring them with her down the ultimate path to pleasure.