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The Devil’s Pact, Ghost of Paris Chapter 5: Sunday Service

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The Devil’s Pact, The Ghost of Paris
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

Chapter Five: The Sunday Service

Sunday, September 15th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

The joyful noise bled through the walls of the tent—the home of the Paris Revival for Christ.

I think they were an offshoot of the Pentecostals. My pa, a fire-and-brimstone Baptist preacher, never respected the Pentecostals. “They lack decorum, boy,” he would say. “No restraint. Always shoutin’ and carryin’ on like a bunch of hellbound fools.” And from what I’ve heard, the Revival for Christ makes regular Pentecostals seem as staid as any Baptist matron.

The Revival met in a tent – large, striped red and yellow; the type of tent you’d see at a circus – pitched on an empty lot at the outskirts of town. Its been there for the last five years—an ugly eyesore to the expensive neighborhood built up the street. A sign out front read:

Paris Revival for Christ
Reverend Merrywether Roberts
First Lady Happy Roberts

I fixated on Happy Roberts name—the Reverend’s prudish wife. She once tried to get me banned from the library for surfing some harmless porn. The prissy bitch didn’t give one fig about my Constitutional rights to free speech in a public building. It was time to teach her a lesson.

I gave my pecker a few strokes, picturing the look on her face as my slab of iron teaches her a lesson. Happy Roberts was horribly misnamed—I reckon she’s never had a smile on her face before. Probably because of the stick up her ass. Maybe I could change that; pull that stick from her ass and replace it with my cock, and give her a nice, hard cum.

I very much doubt even the world’s greatest cum could put a smile on her face.

I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around the Reverend, who stood on a raised platform. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. They clapped and jumped and shook like the Holy Spirit was upon them. Some babbled incoherently. I reckoned they were speaking in tongues, though it sounded like horseshit to me.

I spotted Happy, curly, dark-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she moved to the music, a look of worshipful ecstasy painted on her face. Imagine that, the prude could smile. Her face was actually pretty when she wasn’t frowning. She looked a youthful thirty, her figure sleek beneath a long, floral skirt and modest white blouse.

I pushed my way through the crowd. None seemed to notice – or maybe they didn’t care, chalking it up to ‘God’ – that an invisible force pushed them to the side. I reached Happy, perspiration dotting her face. It was sweltering in the tent; the pathetic AC chugging away didn’t seem to do a damned thing. The Reverend launched into another hymn, one I vaguely remembered from my childhood sitting in my pa’s church bored as a coonhound too old to hunt. ‘Come All Ye Faithful,’ I reckoned the song çankırı escort was called.

“O come, let us adore you,” sang the congregation. I smirked; someone was definitely going to cum.

I knelt before her, pushing up her skirt and scooching between her legs. She froze, feeling my hands on her thighs, stroking her slightly. I loved panties. Wondering what kind a girl wore, then seeing up her skirt is one of my great passions, and I was excited to see what sort of panties a prude like Happy would wear. Probably boring granny-panties, ugly and baggy. It was dark beneath her skirt, but enough light passed through her skirt to make out dark panties, bikini-cut, and trimmed in lace.

How naughty.

I nuzzled against the crotch of her panties, inhaling her musk. “Oh sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!” sang the church. Happy’s crotch wasn’t heaven, but it sure smelled heavenly.

“The Holy Ghost has come upon me!” I heard her shout, barely above the singing. “Sweet Jesus, thank you!”

I chuckled; I liked to think of myself as a ghost since I sold my soul for the power of invisibility, but I definitely wasn’t holy. There was nothing holy about what I planned to do to Happy. I pulled the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing a dark bush. I licked through her slit, tasting her spicy musk; her body spasmed as a low, throaty moan escaped her lips.

“Thank you, God, for sendin’ your Holy Ghost to me!” gasped Happy. “Amen!”

I didn’t have a lot of experience munching on a woman’s carpet, but I’ve watched enough porn to know my way around. I lapped up her slit, letting my tongue flick against her hard clit; her thick bush tickled my cheeks. Her hips shook, writhing on my face, and she moaned louder and louder as I really dug my tongue into her hole. The singing died down, until only Happy’s passionate moans echoed through the tent.

“Oh, yes! The Holy Ghost is fillin’ me with God’s Love!” she moaned. “Oh, Sweet Jesus, yes! Keep touchin’ me! Oh, praise the Lord!”

“Amens!” and, “Praise the Lords!” sounded through the tent.

Her juices poured into my mouth, and I slipped a finger up her moist cooch, enjoying the feel of her velvety depths. My lips were wrapped around her nub, sucking on her clit as she fucked my face. I could feel the pleasure trembling through her as she neared her cum.

“Fill me up more!” she moaned, so I obliged her by slipping a second finger inside her. “Oh, yes! The Holy Ghost is fillin’ me up! Umm, keep feelin’ me up, Lord! I’m so close to bein’ one with you! Just a little more!”

“Fill her up, Lord!” someone shouted encouragingly.

“Praise Jesus!” she screamed. I slipped a third finger inside her cooch. She came, and gave a low moan, juices flooding my hand as her cunt spasmed on my fingers. “Yes, yes! Praise the Lord! Hallelujah, Praise Jesus!”

“Praise the Lords!” and, “Hallelujahs!” chorused throughout the tent.

I slipped out from under her skirt. The congregation had formed a circle around us, watching her çapa escort with awe. Happy was flushed, her hair damply clinging to her temples, a huge, shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

“God is with us!” her husband called out. “Amens!” and, “Praise the Lords!” answered him. He raised his hands up high, exulting, “Sister Happy has been blessed with His presence!”

“Yes, I have, Brother Merrywether!” she breathed. “Praise Jesus!”

“Praise Jesus!” her husband answered back.

“Phew, I need a breath of fresh air,” Happy panted, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“Let us thank God for sending his Ghost upon us,” the Reverend said, lifting his arms to the sky. I chuckled, never thinking a husband would thank God for being cuckolded.

I followed Happy as the worshipers parted to let her outside. Once she left the tent, she walked to a black sedan – a few years old, with a dent in one fender – and leaned against it, breathing heavily. I walked to her, brushing a strand of hair that stuck to her face. She shivered, smiling. I kissed her lips. Her tongue was eager, tasting her own juices on my face as she passionately moaned. Her hands reached out, feeling my naked body, exploring me, until she found my hard pecker. A wanton moan escaped her lips.

“Hmm, you’re not the Holy Ghost, are you?” she asked, smiling like she just won the lotto as she stroked my slab of iron. “The Lord Almighty would never have made me cum!”

“No,” I answered. “I’m the Ghost of Paris, and I molest only the most purtee girls and women.”

“You think I’m purtee?” she asked. There was a direct, predatory tone to her voice; lust brimmed in her hazel eyes.

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness! You’re as purtee as a debutante at her first ball! And as wanton as a cheerleader on homecomin’.”

She giggled wickedly. “I could use a good fuckin’.” She opened the back door of the car, scooching in on her back. “Come and get me, Ghost.”

“Hot damn, you’re as full of surprises as one of them scratch lottos!” I hooted, crawling into the sedan after her. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. I took them from her, black and lacy, inhaled her intoxicating scent. “You’re purtee naughty for a reverend’s wife.”

“Well, if the Reverend could be bothered to fuck me more than once a month…” she trailed off, shrugging. “A girl’s got needs, and there are plenty of men willin’ to scratch ’em.”

I settled between her thighs, rubbing my pecker on her wet cooch. I sank into her, and she let out a soft moan. She was wet, a little tight, and hot as a griddle. “You got one nice cooch, sweetness!”

“Fuck me, Ghost!” she moaned. “I need it bad! You got me so excited down there, I’m ’bout ready to explode!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I grunted, and fucked her cooch. She moaned, writhing her hips, and kissed me, her mouth hot on mine. She seemed to enjoy tasting her juices on my lips, her tongue exploring about my face, gathering every last drop. “You a muff çarşamba escort diver, too, sweetness?”

“Lord, yes!” she moaned. “Me and Sister Franny go down on each other all the time. Her husband’s ‘nother man that don’t know what to do with his wife in the bedroom!”

“Is she hot?” I asked.

“Drop-dead, fuckin’ gorgeous!” Happy panted, grinding her groin into me as I plowed into her. “She’s young, with fiery-red hair.” A naughty grin filled her face. “She’s got a wonderful case of fire crotch! I love to bury my face in her tasty snatch and rub those curly, red pubes on my cheeks!”

“Hot damn!” I moaned. “I think she needs to meet me!”

“Maybe!” she moaned. “Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me harder! Your cock feels amazin’ in me! God, yes! You fuck as well as Brother Brett! Pound my snatch! Make me cum!”

I obliged her, slamming my cock into her delicious depths; the car rocked and creaked with the vigor of our fucking. She clung to me, her nails raking my back and ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she loudly shrieked; her cooch become a vice on my pecker as her powerful cum gripped her. She cursed and bucked like a wild filly trying to throw her rider.

“Sweet, fuckin’ Jesus!” she groaned. “Praise God for sendin’ me this wonderful cock!”

“Gonna cum in your fuckin’ tight cooch, sweetness!” I moaned, pounding her cunt.

“Cum in me!” she groaned. “Give me another bastard! Knock me up! Yes, yes!”

The thought of knocking this slut up, and her husband having no clue the child wasn’t his, went straight to my balls; they unloaded what felt like the largest blast of cum I ever shot. Five squirts, straight into her womb. And the whore came again, a small one, her cunt milking my pecker for every last drop of baby-making cream.

“Another bastard, huh?” I asked after catching my breath.

“Neither of my kids are his,” she giggled conspiratorially. “He’s none too good at doin’ the math. I really sweated on the last one; I wasn’t sure if the father was this Black plumber I fucked or Brother Brett. Luckily, it was Brother Brett. Don’t know how I woulda explained to my husband why our daughter was Black.”

I never thought in a coon’s age that the seemingly prudish reverend’s wife was actually one of the biggest sluts I had ever met. I guess you never know what sort of pervert is lurking beneath the skin. When she made that stink about me viewing porn in the library, it must have all been an act. She had just been pretending to be the straitlaced reverend’s wife, when she probably wanted to sit on my lap and stare at those pretty, young things.

As I pulled out of her, she smiled happily, pulling on her panties, then rolled down the windows. “The car needs to air out,” she smiled. “Wouldn’t do for my husband to get suspicious.”

“What about the stain?” I asked; a large puddle of pussy juices and cum was slowly being absorbed by the gray fabric of the back seat.

She swiped a finger through the gunk and licked it off. “The kids are always spillin’ back here.”

“Well, I reckon I’ll be back next Sunday,” I told her.

“I’m lookin’ forward to the Holy Ghost cummin’ upon me again!” she purred, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness! I’ll be here every Sunday, enjoyin’ that sweet cooch!”

To be continued…

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