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slurping and pumping into me.
    The climax seemed to last hours and had barely subsided when I felt another big one building. He was working hard and my body was responding.
    But as I neared the edge again, he pulled his fingers free and sat back on his heels. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, "Now get on your knees and take what God has ordained that I give you."
    I blinked in confusion and then realization hit. He had been prepping my butt!
    Fear must have flooded my eyes because his softened just a bit. "Don't be afraid, Stacey. Remember Psalms 23:4 said 'I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff, they comfort me.' Let my staff give you a little comfort, my lamb."
    I don't know why but that made sense to me, so I spun around and perched my knees on the edge of the pew, my hands grasping the edge tightly, still anxious.
    Pastor Randy's hands smoothed up the back of my thighs and around my butt cheeks, caressing them. Then he buried his face back into my pussy and sucked my clit some more, setting off fireworks behind my eyes. I pushed back into him and received a slap on the ass for my effort. Oh, right, this was my punishment.
    His tongue worked its way up my folds to the spot his fingers had just been. As he licked around my rim, I tightened up, anticipating...I wasn't sure what, exactly. Soon his fingers slid easily back into me, stretching my entrance and sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
    I moved one hand to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. The attention to two such highly sensitive pleasure centers made me wild. Before I knew what he'd done, Pastor Randy had stood and was once again pressing his big dick against my back door entrance. But this time I was better prepared to take him.
    He must have slicked himself up with his saliva because there was no unpleasant friction as his bulbous head slowly eked its way inside. The stretching was intense and I tried to breathe through it, willing my muscles to relax.
    "Push," he whispered hoarsely. "Push like you're trying to go, that'll make it easier."
    I did as he commanded, and felt myself stretching out farther than I thought possible. All the while my fingers worked at my clit, building the pressure inside of me. More grunting came from me as my breathing and fingers quickened.
    Pop! I felt rather than heard when my tight hole accepted his entire head. "Ah!" we cried out in unison. I wanted to clamp down on him but did my best to stay relaxed.
    "Oh, goodness, Stacey! Oh, God has blessed you! You tight fucking whore!"
    I had grown to love the names Pastor Randy called me. I felt so dirty and sexy. They turned me on more than sweet endearments ever could. "Yes!" I cried. "Fuck this dirty whore, Pastor Randy! Fuck my tight asshole!"
    A low growl from above me made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and then I felt him move. I'd never experienced such a feeling of fullness, of being stretched, of infinite delight. He slid in and out slowly at first, picking up speed the deeper he went. The faster he pumped his hard cock into my ass, the faster my fingers circled my clit. I could feel a monster orgasm building.
    His fingers dug into my slender hips as he slammed himself into me, his balls pounding into my pussy rhythmically. His movements were becoming frenzied, as were mine, and the thought of him shooting a thick load of creamy cum into my ass sent me over the edge and into oblivion.
    "Yes, Pastor Randy, YES!" I screamed as my entrance clamped down on his cock, spiraling me into an even greater climax at the same time he pumped his blessing deep inside me. With one final thrust, he buried himself and groaned in release. My muscles contracted around him, pulsing.
    We both were panting and quivering when he finally pulled free and slumped onto the pew next to me. I collapsed onto my side, into his arms, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding freely against each other. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead sweetly.
    "I think you're