Skip ahead 3 weeks

"Do it" Constance said commandingly, her hands wrapping to the front of Pastor Jay's naked body, taking ahold of his junk and starting to jerk. She knew he would. She had him by the balls, literally. "Do it, god dammit. You know you're going to. If you were going to turn back, you would have hours ago. But now..."

"Okay," Pastor Jay interrupted. "I'll do it." He held the big, thick cross steadily in his hand, the crucifix that moments ago had been hanging on the wall in his bedroom. He pointed the long end at the wet, spread twat in front of him. "I'm sorry Em." He said and slid the cross inside her.

He was hesitant. He was regretful. Constance knew this. That's what made the moment so hot. And Constance watched gleefully as Pastor Jay's hesitation was replaced with abandon, slowly fucking Emily's cunt with the cross, then faster, then rougher, then even faster, then even rougher.

Emily's nude body writhed with pleasure. Juices squirted from her tight twat. The tiny little nipples on her a-cups stood up at attention.

And Constance jerked Pastor Jay harder as a reward. "This sense of joy you're feeling right now..." Constance knew it was time to reveal her hand. "This joy isn't from God, and it's not from Jesus."

"I know." Jay whispered.

"It's from Satan." Constance smiled, her pastor's hard cock getting wet and slippery between her hands. "Has God ever given you anything like this?"

"No."

"Then maybe you're worshipping the wrong deity. Don't you think?"

"Yes."

"Yes?

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes." Jay was done for and Constance knew it as she watched the jizz shoot out of his cock landing half on the cross and half on the gaping pussy before him. She knew he'd insist that maybe he was momentarily mistaken, and could repent. But she knew he couldn't and wouldn't. No going back.

She grabbed the cross from his hands, pulled it out of Emily's cunt, and then slowly slid it up her young body until it was inches from her lips. "Would you like to lick it clean, Emily?" Constance asked.

The response started with giggle. "Emily is what my Mom goes by. Everyone usually calls me Emmie."

Constance smiled. "Emmie, then, would you like to lick Daddy's cum off the cross?"

The young girl didn't even need to answer, she just leaned forward and began to lick.