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   Utopia
   By: Dandy Don
   HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
   Jehovah's Mormons, like the Mormons they split off from, have a lay
ministry, meaning they have no professional preachers.  The central church
selects one from the flock of each little church, of which there were
twenty in 1980, mostly in Idaho.  He receives a calling and usually serves
two years while working his regular job.  Sooner or later, most men serve a
term as Bishop, but when the inspired elders called Brother Adams, lay
minister took on a whole new meaning.
   He and his best friend, Jerry Jennings, were in the Bishop's office,
surveying the new digs.  They went back a long way and served two years on
a mission in Panama when they were young, dumb, full of cum, just out of
high school, and members of the Salt Lake City regular Mormon Church.  They
weren't very good missionaries, but they did serve their time.  Pussy was
their problem.  Some can do without, some can't.  They were now in their
early thirties and still couldn't do without, but they were both married
and didn't have to.
   The Mormons believe strongly in being fruitful and multiplying, but
Jehovah's Mormons take that to extremes.  They don't send out missionaries
to make converts, they keep the young studs at home to make baby Jehovah's
Mormons, their growth through procreation plan.  Matt and Jerry switched
their faith after Panama.  The Jehovah branch was more to their liking. 
Pussy is for fucking; condoms are for Catholics.  The more Mormons, the
better.  How they get here is not a big issue, and a wife that cheats and
gets pregnant is better than a wife that cheats and doesn't.  A pregnant
Mormon is a good thing at any age.  An empty womb is a vacancy on the
Earthly express.  A congregation full of big bellies and nursing babies was
a healthy, thriving church, pleasing in the eyes of the Lord.
   Jehovah's Mormons call themselves Mormons, the one true church.  Salt
Lake calls them Jehovah's Mormons because they won't say the Lord's name.
For the Jehovah Mormons, to speak His name is a blasphemy, hence, they are
known as Jehovah's Mormons - really pisses them off.  They, therefor, call
the Salt Lake Mormons, Gentiles, which really pisses them off.  Salt Lake
counters with Udder Mormons.  The Jehovah call their leader a Pope.  Tit
freaks - singing saints - back and forth it went.
   Jenny Jennings thought all Mormons were silly, but so were Catholics,
Baptists, Buddhists, Senegalese Monkey Monks, Polynesians who worship
sharks, and Pigmys who pray to termite mounds.  She had no use for spirits
or a spiritual leader who presumed the title of Bishop just so he'd
out-rank any Catholic who presided over a similar size church.
   The Bishop sits in a great place to get pussy, since he hears all
confession in his private office.  If somebody is fucking or wants fucking,
he'll hear about it first-hand.  If some wife or daughter needs fucking,
the husband or father will often bring her.  That's what they were talking
about - two years of more good pussy than Matt could shake a dick at.  He
had been three days on the job, heard eighteen female
confessions/problems/I-ain't-getting-enoughs, and fucked ten - no condoms,
no pulling out.  You fuck the Bishop, you take the load.  If you get
pregnant, count your blessings.  The Lord wills it.  Next.
   There was no secret which pussy Matt wanted most.  He wanted Jerry's new
wife, married one year, hands-down, the finest piece of ass in the
congregation, though she wasn't a member and wasn't even a Christian.  She
did attend services, and had for a full year, but still didn't feel
accepted, though they welcomed her genes into the pool.  Her kids would be
Mormon.  That was good enough.  Their six-hundred plus member congregation
boasted some fine looking young women, but nothing as fine as
twenty-five-year-old Jenny Jennings.  She could be a model for Victoria's
Secret - bullet tits, long wavy brunette hair, long stunningly-gorgeous
legs, twenty-two inch waist, thirty-seven-inch bust, big brown eyes,
luscious lips - a fucking babe with natural beauty.
   Jenny was quite a catch for Jerry to bring back to the flock, a most
impressive catch.  Matt wanted Jenny from the moment he first laid eyes on
her ass.  Jerry knew it, and Jenny knew it.  Matt would often lay his hand
on her ass and say to Jerry, "If they ever make me Bishop, you can kiss
this sexy ass good-bye for two years."
   That always brought on a blush from Jenny, but she was used to Matt
touching her ass, squeezing her ass, smacking her ass, or stroking her bare
legs.  He could not sit beside her without resting his hand on her leg, on
bare flesh, and would not keep it still, even in church.  In public, she
had to fight to keep her skirt down.  At home, she rarely bothered.  He was
in the habit of sitting where he could place her legs on his lap to massage
them from heel to crotch, mostly knee to crotch, actually, that area
considered crotch.  He had it bad for her legs and had even touched her
dead center between the legs, even in church.
   These were common accidents that weren't accidental.  She tolerated
incidental vaginal contact (IVC), but he would sometimes grab a handful of
cunt, even in church.  That, she would not tolerate.  She'd squirm out of
that grasp, but he had done that so much, she never got angry, just
flustered, especially in church with Matt's wife sitting on the other side
of him watching.  Jenny had no right to bitch as every time he touched her
leg, he ended up going for a cunt grab.  To allow his hand to rest on her
leg was to invite a grab for the cunt.  She always allowed him to rest his
hand on her leg, anytime, anywhere he pleased.  One would think the legs
were his but the cunt was hers, possibly her husband's, more likely hers as
Jerry seemed to have relinquished his wife's legs to his best friend.
   She didn't understand Mormons.  They were a contradiction and she made
no distinction between Gentile Mormons or Jehovah's Mormons.  Mormons were
Mormons to her, and those she knew were a contradiction.  They acted holy
at times, but they were a lusty, naughty bunch, even in church.  She and
Matt weren't the only two playing footsie and grab-ass in the pews during a
service.  They were obsessed with sex and procreation, and marriage meant
very little, more a living arrangement than a sexual arrangement.
   They had a well-deserved reputation for being tit freaks.  During any
church activity, but especially during the Sunday service, there were
mothers breast-feeding infants and showing much more breast than necessary
- some holding sleeping infants with a bare tit hanging out.  Bare breasts
were as common as hymnals: big ones, little ones, young ones, old ones, but
the Jehovah's were famous for their women who have udders on their chests.
There were bare-breasted cows who nursed anyone, and some who sat between
teenage boys and let them squirt people.  It was not at all uncommon to see
a long milky strand of mother's milk go arching across several rows of pews
to land on heads, sides of faces, on bare breasts, and on infant's faces.
No one got pissed about this, as though mother's milk were a Divine
anointing.  It did come from the heavens, but sometimes from the side. 
Jenny wouldn't have minded so much but tittie juice was sticky like semen
only runnier.
   Jenny found their women fascinating, especially those who pumped kids
out one after the other from the time they entered puberty.  There was some
as old as Jenny with twelve kids.  One boasted thirty-two before the womb
gave out.  These women never stopped lactating, had huge bulging udder-like
breasts with blue veins running through them and long leathery nipples that
constantly leaked.  Jenny called them cows.  They were treated like cows,
bred like cattle, and they liked it that way.  Anyone could fuck them, and
everyone nursed on them.  They weren't just breeders, they were
recreational pussy that even sons could take a joy ride on.  Incest was not
frowned on in the least.  The term, whore, would be a step up for a cow. 
Gloria Stienam would be appalled.
   They even nursed each other which would appall Anita O'Bryant.  If one
was leaking heavy from too much pressure, a friend would help her out by
nursing on her for a while.  Anyone was welcome on a cow.  Their tits
stayed out or were easy to get to.  You didn't have to ask.  If a tit was
free, you just walk up and start sucking.  Everyone did it, so Jenny did it
just because it was such a novelty to walk up to a woman and start sucking
on her tits in public.  She grew quite fond of sweet mother's milk and
often wondered what it would be like to fuck one with a strap-on dildo. 
She understood that fucking a cow was as easy as leading one to a private
place - a storage room, a closet, behind a partition.  Like nursing, you
don't ask, you just take them and fuck them.  Cows were easy, up for grabs,
even Matt's, a popular cow.  She was the cow Jenny most wanted to fuck if
she could ever get the balls - even if she had to buy them and strap them
on.
   Her two were also a contradiction.  They acted holy at times, like
naughty boys at other times.  Sex was all they thought about.  Matt was the
worst, and he had a lovely wife, though she was a cow that anyone could
fuck, just not in public.  He should be feeling her ass, legs, and grabbing
her pussy.  Her legs weren't bad, and pussy is pussy.  She was a pretty,
young cow with bulging mother udders who sat through the entire service
with both tits hanging out, but she wouldn't permit squirting or tittie
milk fights.  Neither Matt nor Jerry were into titties.  Pussy was their
thing.  Most females sat between fans of the breast.  Jenny sat sandwiched
between fans of the pussy and everyone knew it.
   Jenny never thought there was anything special about her pussy, but
there was according to her husband.  Gorgeous legs make a gorgeous pussy of
themselves.  Jenny had a pussy that should be photographed and placed in
the dictionary under the word vagina.  To Jenny, they were all the same, a
slit with a hole in it, actually two - one for pleasure, one for pee - one
to play with, one to piss with.  Jerry thought otherwise, raved about her
remarkable pussy, bragged, described, and told stories about her incredible
edible pussy, her super snatch, her terrific twat, her squeeze box.  He
discussed her pussy with Matt right in front of her on many occasions,
making her turn fire engine red in the early days, often dragging her into
the discussion as the world's foremost authority on her pussy in the later
days.
   Her pussy was the main topic of many conversations.  It was no wonder
Matt kept copping feels, even in church.  Jenny could hardly blame him. 
After listening to Jerry go on and on about her exceptional pussy, she felt
like feeling it herself.  She didn't, but she felt like it, especially in
church.  She never could get over the fact that she could sit in a crowded
church with her panties showing, one bare leg on one man's lap, the other
on her husband's lap, receiving a leg massage that went right up to the
crotch, with Matt doing most of his massaging on the inner thigh with his
pinky finger nestled in the groove.
   Jenny didn't know what to make of these crazy Mormons.  You just didn't
do shit like that in church, even if others were doing things like that and
worse.  Some of the young girls didn't wear panties and squirmed between
two boys all through the service.  There were females making Mormons in the
pews by sitting on laps without panties on, pretending they weren't making
Mormons when everyone around them knew damn well they were.  Then again,
they had a Bishop who continually preached the gospel of pregnancy,
promoting infidelity among the married and promiscuity among the young. 
Even child molesting was a good thing if it resulted in a new Mormon, the
message being, if you are going to sexually molest a young girl, for God's
sake, cum in her pussy.  He didn't put it that way, but that was the
message that came across loud and clear and taken to heart by several in
the congregation who lifted young things onto their laps and made them
squirm, many with hands cupping their mouths, and everyone thought that was
okay because the Bishop said it was.
   So, now Matt was Bishop, and there sat Jerry wondering if Matt meant
what he had often threatened.  They both knew what was on each other's
mind. Matt finally said, "Are you ready to kiss that pussy goodbye for two
years?"
   "Jenny was wondering how serious you were.  She keeps asking, `Can a
Bishop really do that?'"
   "What do you tell her?"
   "I tell her the Bishop can do anything he wants if the Lord inspires him
and the faithful follow him.  That didn't ease her mind.  She thinks you
inspire too easy and I believe everything I read."
   "I'm feeling inspired, buddy."
   "I know.  You're getting a vision."
   "Yeah, of Jenny lying naked on my desk with her sexy legs apart."
   "You may see that vision very soon.  She has a three O'Clock
appointment, her first with a Bishop.  When I left her, she looked like she
was getting ready to go on a hot date with the star quarterback."
   "Are you saying you discussed it?"
   "We discussed having kids.  I'm not having any luck.  I think it's a
case of low sperm count.  She wants kids.  We want kids.  She likes you and
doesn't want to adopt.  We discussed how convenient it would be if she were
to complain to you about my low sperm count and her burning desire to get
pregnant, how that might bring about some Divine inspiration that would
solve our problem."
   "I'm game.  How do you feel about that?"
   "Actually, I'm okay with it.  Even before this sperm count problem
surfaced, I've been wanting you two to stop playing footsie and get it on.
I paved the way for it.  I got you playing with her pussy.  The only thing
I haven't done is pull her panties off for you."
   "You did and I appreciate that.  She's the problem.  You know I'd fuck
her and not think twice."
   "I know she's the problem.  She can't bring herself to cheat, especially
not with a married man, but this Bishop thing has her intrigued.  I told
her a Bishop is not bound by rules of matrimony, that some children are
inspired by the Holy Spirt.  Some women are chosen to bear a child through
the Bishop, that Bishops father a lot of children, probably half of all
children born into the church."
   "Did she buy that crap?"
   "What do you mean, crap?  It's probably true in this church.  She wants
to buy it.  That's one aspect of this odd religion that she isn't
questioning.  That tells me that she wants to buy that part.  The main
thing is, she thinks I buy that.  In my opinion, she is now waiting on you
to get inspired.  She knows I'm okay with it should you receive divine
inspiration.  When you tell her of the Lord's plan, she'll strip naked,
spread her legs, and fuck you like a bunny.  She's dying to, Matt.  You
make her so fucking horny she can't see straight, but she'd never cheat. 
She wasn't raised that way.  Cheating is not in her blood.  Unless we do it
this way, I would have to pull her panties off and probably spread her legs
for you.  She obviously can't take a hint, either from me or the pulpit."
   "Damn, fuck me like a bunny, huh?" Matt was pacing.  He paced for a
while then turned and said, "I hope you know, I won't knock her up and
leave her alone after that."
   "I know that.  I think once you break the ice and give her a sample of
the wonder worm, she'll be fine.  She'll cheat for the worm, but I'm
willing to share her.  Hell, she's more woman than I can handle anyway.  We
can do like we did in Panama.  We'll sandwich her.  My dick feels good to
her in her ass, but she'd like a big fat dick for her pussy.  She won't
tell me that I'm not enough, but I know she has a big-dick pussy between
her legs.  She knows you have a big dick, a perfect fit.  She's had it
pressed against her ass enough to know."
   "She should know.  She's seen it.  Didn't she tell you?"
   "No, she didn't.  When did she see it?"
   "When I haul it out and lay it in her hand.  She sees it, strokes it,
pumps it, massages it.  The first time I laid that fat puppy in her hand, I
didn't think she'd give it back while she's telling me to stop being nasty
and put that thing away before you walk in and catch us.  Damn near jacked
me off while telling me how wrong it was.  We've done this five times, now.
She'll play with it and kiss it.  She just won't suck it or fuck it."
   "Damn.  Well, I can't say I'm surprised.  I thought there was a chance
that you two were already fucking.  She'd never tell me that, either.  So,
she plays with your dick and kisses it.  That's neat."
   "Fucking her will be neater, but I want something more."
   "If she lets you fuck her, she'll do anything you want.  She likes
everything, and she is willing to try anything."
   "I don't mean that.  Look, Jerry, I get all the pussy I want even before
this calling came.  I've screwed half the legal pussy in this church
already."
   "Hey, after Bishop Wilson's parting sermon, it's all legal unless you
plan to fuck that up with some Divine inspiration of your own."
   "I am getting a clarification vision, yes.  If it can get pregnant and
it's not already pregnant it's legal, and I included them.  I always have.
I have fucked half the legal pussy in this church.  For me, fucking pussy
is like masturbating.  What I crave, what I want, is the sex and romance
that goes with it, sex with feelings.  I love to make love, to make out.  I
love passionate kissing with a woman who loves me.  I can make a woman fall
in-love.  I can make Jenny fall in love.  You said you'd share.  All right,
share her love and her body."
   "Are you trying to steal my wife?"
   "Hell, no.  I'd never do that; besides, I'm happy with Darla.  I'll
always be with Darla, but when I'm with Jenny, I want her love, and I want
you there.  You have her when I'm not there, but I have her when I am.  You
step aside, but don't go away.  I want you to watch."
   "Shit, Matt, that would be tough to watch.  I'd like to watch fucking,
but making love to my wife.  That would hurt if I could see she loved you
and wasn't just going through the motions and saying the words.  I've seen
how you are with women.  I know you could make her fall in-love with you,
or at least your dick.  She may be already."
   "First, they fall in-love with my dick, then they fall in-love the
owner. She's already in love with my dick.  She'd be easy.  I could steal
her away from you, but I don't want that.  I want to share.  Actually, I
want her all to myself when I'm with her.  There won't be any of that
Panama shit.  I want you to step aside, relinquish her to me, then watch
everything we do, up close where you can see and hear everything, but don't
touch her, and you damn sure don't touch me, you faggot."
   "Fuck you."
   "You'd like to, butt fucker."
   "Bite me...Shit, Matt, why do you want me to suffer?  Haven't I been
good to you.  I have placed Jenny in your lap more than a dozen times."
   "Yes, you have.  I don't, not really.  Actually, I'd like to thrill
Jenny."
   "You think that will thrill Jenny?"
   "I know so...two men in love with her, sharing her, the husband stepping
aside for the lover but being there.  Oh yeah, she's a woman.  That will
turn her on.  No doubt about that."
   "You're probably right.  Talk about best of both worlds."
   "That's right.  You needn't feel insecure.  Jenny loves you.  That won't
change.  In a woman's heart there is always room for two - a husband and a
lover.  They're built that way; that's why they come equipped with two
holes.  A woman will always seek to fill that void.  Jenny is no different,
and she's looking to fill that void right now.  We're doing the dance."
   "I believe she is, and her void is in the front and aching her something
fierce.  She needs a big cock for that front hole.  All right, Matt, we
share.  You take the front; I'll take the back.  Tell her about your
vision, but make this a vision that spells out how it's going to be.  She
is to take the Bishop as a lover and bear a child with him, conceived and
nurtured in their love.  Tell her I have been called in and informed.  Tell
her that I must nurture that love, not just step aside and let it happen."
   "I like that.  How are you going to nurture our love, lick us while we
fuck?"
   "Asshole...no, by making her feel good about what she's doing...by
telling her that the pussy goes with the legs, that she is to give you free
access to her pussy the way she does with her legs...by encouraging her to
be with you and give of herself completely and without reservation...to let
the love grow and blossom, and freely express that love...to totally ignore
me and my feelings."
   "No, I want her to be constantly aware of you and to feel free to hurt
your feelings.  Making you suffer should give her a cheap thrill and make
her a better fuck."
   "Prick."
   "Wanna suck my prick, or would you rather suck your wife's pussy after I
get through fucking it?  You can touch us with your tongue.  That's an
excellent way for a husband to nurture a love between his wife and her
lover.  What was it Wilson said...that a husband should encourage a lover
by acts of sexual subservience.  You know what that means.  He should lick
them while they fuck."
   "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
   "So would she.  I'll tell her that it's customary for a husband to do
that as a sign of his total devotion to nurturing a Holy Ghost inspired
union, to lick their genitals while they're coupled.  She heard that
sermon. I'll explain what it meant."
   "She'd never buy that in a million years, and she already knows what he
meant.  Her comment was, `That is one sick puppy.'"
   "She'll buy what she wants to buy.  You said so yourself."
   Jerry mulled this over, then said, "She might.  Okay, tell her that, but
I may never show the sign of total devotion.  I might."
   "You will, and you'll do it because you want to thrill her.  It will
thrill her to look down and see her husband licking her lover's cock and
balls.  Women love that.  They're funny like that."
   "Men who lick other men's cock and balls are funny, too."
   "Jerry, I know damn well you'd love to lick my cock and balls.  That
doesn't make you queer, but you would enjoy doing it.  If you say it's not
true, I'll make you swear it on The Book of Mormon.......there, now, that
wasn't so hard, was it?"
   "You're still a prick."
   "Just for that, you have to kiss my balls - first the left, then the
right.  On your knees, faithful servant.  Pucker up and kiss my holy nuts."
   * * *
   Jerry didn't have an opportunity to speak with Jenny before her three
O'Clock appointment with the Bishop.  He could have made the opportunity
but decided that she was going in sufficiently prepared for what awaited
her.  They had discussed her having sex with Matt.  She would come
prepared...should he be so inspired to do that.  Jenny didn't think Jerry
really believed that inspired bullshit, but she wasn't sure.  He acted like
he did.  She was sure Matt didn't, but if Jerry did believe, the sex and
the life created by that sex would then be a holy gift and a blessing, not
a fucking bastard and a burden.  That was important.
   Despite the sermons they both sat through that said otherwise, Jerry
never once indicated that it was okay to fuck outside marriage for shits
and giggles, though he sure laid the ground work for that to happen.  He
also never indicated that it was all right to conceive a child as a
byproduct of a good romp, another popular Wilson sermon.  Two years under
Bishop Wilson created a church that looked and acted more like a swinger's
colony with family units broken up and wives more often seen with and
seated with their lovers.  Darla was the exception, not the rule, but even
she had her current lover seated on her other side - sometimes, a boy,
often one of her own.  Most sat nowhere near their husbands and sat between
two main squeezes.
   Jerry didn't buy everything that came from the Wilson pulpit, and none
of that applied to Jenny as she wasn't a member, just the wife of a member.
He did come right out and say that sex and conception which was inspired by
the Holy Ghost was a blessing from God, even sex between a member and a non
member.  He led her to believe that the practice was widespread, just
something no one talked about.  She didn't doubt that.  The Bishop had
quite a racket going, and now Matt was the Bishop.  She knew he'd be
inspired and shaved her pussy lips extra close in preparation.
   Matt welcomed her into his office after ushering a young couple out.  As
soon as the door closed, he took out his cock and posed it for her.  She
smiled, took that familiar slab in her hand, and milked some life into it,
saying, "I see the Bishop has a staff."
   "He will if you keep that up."
   "I intend to.  Jerry can't walk in on us here.  Give me your hand.  I
have a surprise for you.  Palm up."
   She took his palm-up hand by the wrist and brought it down between her
legs, then up to her naked pussy, her very wet naked pussy.  That made him
smile.  She then used her hand to reach into his open fly and cup his
balls. She now had a hard dick to stroke and had the Bishop by the balls.
That made her smile.  She said, "I came prepared."
   "Indeed you did.  When did you start shaving your pussy?"
   "What time is it?"
   "I am honored.  I have also had a vision, Jenny, an inspired vision."
   "I thought you might.  Will I have to lie down for this?"
   "Oh, yes, many many times."
   "For two years, anyway.  Jerry won't like this, but you can't say he
wasn't warned.  He seriously thinks you can stake your claim on this pussy
and cut him off for two years."
   "He's not wrong."
   "He keeps telling me you can do that - that you're the type that would
do that, and that you were not joking around.  He thinks I'll come out of
this meeting wearing a chastity belt that you hold the key to."
   "I forgot to ask you for your size."
   "Nine regular."
   "Figures.  That's the one size I don't carry in stock."
   "Damn!  They never have my size in stock.  So, tell me about your
vision, and make it fast, because I need to get fucked if you're going to
keep doing that to my pussy.  I should have never told you were all my hot
spots are."
   "The Lord wills that you and I bear a child out of love.  That we
nurture that child with our love, and remain as lovers till death do us
part."
   "Shit.  I thought you just wanted a piece of ass.  Sounds like we're
married."
   "In the eyes of God, we are.  More importantly, in Jerry's eyes we are."
   "WHAT!  You told Jerry?"
   "He has to know.  He must nurture this love between us.  It's his duty
to nurture our love and the child it produces."
   "Hold on a minute.  What's all this love crap?"
   "It's not crap, Jenny.  My feelings for you are much deeper than
physical.  You had to know that."
   "Well, yes, but Matt, we can't be lovers.  I'm married to Jerry.  I love
Jerry."
   "Are you saying there's no room in your heart for me, too?"
   "No, it's not that.  My feelings for you go beyond the physical, too.  I
think you know that.  If that weren't the case, I wouldn't be here doing
this...what we're doing...which is driving me crazy.  Could you stop
playing with my pussy until we sort this out.  Believe me, as soon as we're
done sorting, I'll want you to start up again where you left off...then
fuck me, cum in my pussy, and knock my married ass up."
   "I'll ease up.  How's that."
   "That's better, but it's not helping.  I still want to jump on your cock
and fuck your brains out."
   "I like you that way, and I love hearing you talk dirty."
   "Playing with my cunt makes me a potty mouth."
   "I noticed.  So, why can't we be lovers?"
   "I suppose we could, but Jerry must never know.  That would crush him.
That would be much worse than a two-year chastity belt."
   "He did look a little crushed when I told him."
   "Oh, fuck, what did you tell him exactly?"
   "I didn't have to tell him much more than I had a vision of a Holy Ghost
inspired love conception between me and you.  He knows he must support that
and help you fall in-love with me."
   "WHAT!  He has to help me fall in-love with another man?"
   "Yes, between you and the man chosen by God for you to bring a soul into
the world.  This new life must be conceived and nurtured in love.  Love is
the soil of the soul.  Jerry understands what he must do.  He's the Lord's
farmer, tilling the soil of love."
   "Jerry knows you, Matt.  He knows what you're up to.  Jerry wouldn't be
fooled by this Lord's farmer bullshit."
   "Don't question Jerry's faith, Jenny."
   "Do you honestly believe Jerry buys this garbage?"
   "I wouldn't have used the Lord's Farmer routine on him if I didn't.  I
know Jerry.  When I became God's anointed one, I became a direct channel to
God.  Jerry has been waiting to hear what God's intentions were, why you
and he couldn't conceive.  Now, he knows that God wants you and I to have a
child, and God wants him to take up farming.  He now has a mission, to make
the love happen, to nurture that love and help it grow."
   "This is fucking insane.  Why is this making me so fucking horny."
   "I don't know, but to show his dedication and total commitment to our
love and our blessed union, he has to lick our coupled genitals."
   "OH FUCK!"
   Matt had to hold her up by the cunt and support her back to keep her
from falling over backward.  He held her close and said, "It's nothing
nasty, mostly a symbolic gesture, like kneeling to kiss the soil.  It's a
tradition going back to Joseph Smith when he took men's wives from them. 
Won't you let him show his dedication and commitment through acts of sexual
subservience?"
   "Oh hell yes, but would he?  Honestly, can you see Jerry doing that?"
   "Well, he said he would."
   "HE DIDN'T!"
   "Right here in this office not three hours ago.  Jerry is big on Church
tradition.  He got right down on his knees and kissed my balls - first the
left, then the right."
   "OH FUCK!"
   "That's also a tradition.  He said a prayer, received a blessing, lifted
my cock, planted the kisses, then left."
   "JESUS CHRIST!"
   "I can't say he left happy, but he did kiss my balls.  That's always a
good sign from a husband who gets notice of an inspired union.  Yes, he'll
lick us, right at the point of union, all around that point whenever I need
to see a sign of his devotion.  I hope he doesn't expect me to hold still
while he licks, because he'll be licking my cock from the slit to the balls
and back, over and over again."
   "Would you do that to Jerry, honestly, would you?"
   "I would and he knows I will.  He knows I'll be taking full advantage of
this situation.  He would expect that from me, and making him kneel and
kiss my balls let him know that I would be strong on this tradition. 
Making him take out my cock and balls and handle my erect cock let him know
I'd be taking full advantage.  He'll lick us.  He'll lick us good and lick
us often."
   "Fuck me right now, Matthew.  I'm warning you.  I am not above raping a
man of the cloth."
   "We don't have cloth.  We have magic underwear.  Let's get that dress
off you."
   Jenny stood on wobbly legs and raised her arms like a child.  Matt
lifted the dress off.  She was naked, no underwear.  He then stepped back
while defrocking himself, taking her all in while she toyed with her
over-sized clit which had been their chief topic of discussion whenever her
pussy became the topic.  Matt said, "That's what I call a clit."
   "We've certainly talked about it enough.  I'll have you know, having two
men discuss my clit with me is like having two men licking it."
   "Yes, I don't ever recall you trying to get us off the subject."
   "I never tried to get you to stop talking about my pussy, either."
   "No, you never did, and I never met a woman more willing to discuss her
pussy.  I know its likes, dislikes, its complete history, where it's been,
what it's done, who done it.  I know that pussy better than I know my
wife's, but seeing it in the flesh sporting a fresh shave...all I can say
is, WOW, what a cunt!"
   "Well, we're not going to discuss it, now, Mr.  Bishop.  We're going to
fuck it.  Now, lie back on that desk and get your hands away from your
cock. I won't hurt you unless you go for your cock or try to move."
   Matt, wearing only magic underwear with his cock and balls hanging out,
beamed a big smile as he raised his hands and backed up as though she had a
gun on him.  When his butt encountered the desk, he fell back.  She climbed
on, straddled his hips, and guided his cock into her soupy super snatch. 
She took him to the balls in one fell swoop that made him go ahhhhhh.  She
smiled and said, "Those are my lines."
   "God damn, Jenny, you're not human."
   "A Bishop should never use the Lord's name in vain."
   "The Lord's name is Jehovah.  That's the word we can never say, much
less use in vain.  Besides, Bishops don't often get eaten whole by a
Gentile cunt."
   "Is that what they call me, a Gentile cunt?"
   "That's what you are until you get baptized or get a sex change."
   "I'll never get baptized, then.  I sure won't get a sex change.  I like
being a Gentile cunt in a church full of hard Mormon dicks."
   "Speaking for all Mormons with a dick, we like having you."
   "Oh, Matt, I love your dick...not dick, cock.  You have the perfect
cock. You fit me like a hand in a glove that's just the right size."
   "Yeah, and filled with warm snot."
   "You fucker.  You had to say something to gross me out, didn't you?"
   "I'm a hopeless romantic."
   "You're a helpless romantic.  Get your hands out where I can see them.
Put them on my tits and keep them there."
   He did, then said, "I love you, Jenny."
   "Matt, do you really?"
   "How could you ask?  Don't my eyes say `I love you, Jenny,' every time I
look at you?  Don't my hands say `I adore you, Jenny,' every time I feel
your soft skin?  Even when I say something vulgar or do something crude,
don't you feel the passion behind it?"
   "Yes, Mathew, I do, and that's why I have never gotten angry at you.  I
have never discouraged you.  I love the way you look at me, touch me, and
yes, grope me between my legs.  I love having my cunt grabbed and squeezed,
even in the pews with everyone around us watching you wring my panties out.
Yes, I feel the passion, for hours afterward."
   "But can you ever love me, Jenny?"
   "Yes, I could easily love you.  This may be love, or a start, but I
would never leave Jerry.  You must accept that I love my husband very much.
That's a forever thing.  That doesn't mean I can't love you, too."
   "Will you let Jerry help you fall in-love with me?  Will you follow his
advice and do as he says?  Will you let him play Lord's Farmer and love on
me while he is loving on our genitals?"
   She was enjoying a nice lazy fuck until he said that.  Those words had
her pussy riding the length of his dick and slamming down hard.  She gave
herself a hard ride, then eased up to say, "God, Matt, what you are doing
to Jerry is sadistic.  You're not satisfied with fucking his wife, you want
her heart, too."
   "True, but that's not the sadistic part.  I want him to do all the work
to bring it about.  I want him to push you into love with me.  I want him
to whip your ass if you don't cooperate.  I expect him to reward you when
you express your love for me and punish you when you pass up an
opportunity."
   "OH FUCK!" That had her riding hard again.  She rode herself to orgasm
while Matt counted backward from a hundred by threes.  That's not easy. 
Try it without a pussy sucking your dick...assuming you have a dick.
   Jenny caught her breath and placed her stiff arms on Matt's shoulders,
her head hung, panting while he milked her tits like a cow.  Slowly, she
raised glazed eyes and looked into his smiling face, saying, "You are a
real bastard, but you have a marvelous cock, and I love the way you milk me
like a cow.  Why didn't you cum?"
   "I'm saving it."
   "Then I'm not getting off."
   "You're fine where you are.  I'll just lie here and milk you like a
cow."
   "Matt, why are you doing this to Jerry, or even trying to do this to
Jerry?"
   "I'm tired of being the third wheel, watching him get your love and
affection.  It's time he experienced that hollow feeling."
   "Matt, he's my husband.  It's only natural and right that we display our
affection.  We don't do that to hurt you, and you can't say you were left
out.  When you come around, my legs, my ass, even my pussy to a degree no
other husband would tolerate, belong to you.  We have never acknowledged
that openly, but it is a given that we all understand and accept.  There
are more displays of affection between you and me in front of Jerry than
between me and Jerry in front of you - much more - and our shows of
affection are more sexually intimate.  When we discuss my pussy, I'm
usually sitting in your lap, looking at it through the wet crotch of my
panties that you made wet, and you can't get much more sexually intimate
than squeezing the pulp out of a girl's pussy.  You never see Jerry doing
that.  He has watched you do that to me countless times and never said a
word.  Lately, he has been placing me in your lap.  Even in church, he
keeps his hand well away from my pussy, leaving that whole area of my
crotch to you.  He is sharing and letting everyone know whose pussy this
belongs to.  Your wife sure knows.  The only thing he hasn't done is pull
my panties off for you."
   "True, but I want it all, and I don't want him to have any.  For your
information, everyone knows I'm not fucking you, but if he removes your
panties and then keeps his fucking hands off you, they'll know that
changed. That's when they'll know whose pussy this belongs to."
   That sent her in motion.  She rode his cock while looking down on him,
studying him, trying to figure him.  He wasn't that hard to figure, typical
boy, wants it all to himself, stingy, no sharing.  A warm smile developed.
She said, "Do you really think you'll get what you want?"
   "With his help and your cooperation, I will.  I know he'll help.  The
question is, will you cooperate?"
   "If I see him helping, I will.  I don't want my ass whipped.  I'll be a
good girl, even in church.  If he goes to pull my panties off, I'll lift up
and let him."
   "Will you go all the way with it?"
   "What, fuck you in front of him?"
   "No, make love to me in front of him.  Allow yourself to fall in-love
and express that love freely in front of him."
   That got her going good.  She cried, "Jesus!  You want to kill him."
   "No, just suffer a little."
   "Suffer a lot."
   "All right, a lot, but he will have brought that suffering on by
encouraging you to do what it is that makes him suffer."
   "I hope you're not talking about doing that in the pews."
   "Of course not.  I no longer sit in the pews.  I'm the Bishop.  When I'm
not at the rostrum, I'll be seated on the dais facing my flock.  Guess who
will be beside me, and guess who will be on the other side?"
   "You couldn't fuck me up there.  Please tell me you couldn't fuck me up
there."
   "I won't lie to you, Jenny, darling.  To my knowledge, it has never been
done, but no Gentile cunt has ever submitted to a Holy Ghost inspired
union. There is no reason why it can't be done.  I'm not shy and it doesn't
matter whether you are or aren't.  You're just a Gentile cunt being used by
God through his anointed one."
   "If you have the balls to use this Gentile cunt in front of God and
everybody, this Gentile cunt will submit to it.  Would you...honestly,
would you?  I'm not talking about that dumb lap dance they do in the pews.
I'm talking about screwing where they can see a cock in a cunt.  I mean
fucking in the open."
   "Sweetheart, up there, a lap dance would be impossible to pull off even
if we tried, and I'm a showoff who would enjoy showing the best parts of me
and you while doing the will of God."
   "Oh god, Matt, you are evil, a sexy evil bastard with a magnificent
cock. Did I ever tell you that?"
   "I saw it in your eyes.  I felt it in your hands, and you told me."
   "It bears repeating.  God, I love this cock.  I know you won't fuck me
with it up on the dais, or even let me sit up there between you and Jerry,
but the thought of that sure makes my pussy wet.  I love the thought of
being hauled up there and stripped naked, bound with my beaver facing the
congregation, you know, a full splits beaver, then fucked by every Mormon
cock in the place, treated like the Gentile cunt I am, forced to serve this
church a fucking cow.  That's my favorite fantasy.  Gets me off every
time."
   "Do you honestly think I can't make that a reality."
   "If you did, Jerry would go to another church.  No way would Jerry let
me be a cow.  We've discussed it.  We want a large family, but no way will
his wife become a recreational fuck.  He'd rather see me out working as a
whore, a prostitute.  At least, I'd be getting paid for my services."
   "You'd make a lot of money."
   "I'll have you know I have been offered a lot of money from members of
your congregation, Mr.  Bishop.  I have been tempted, but that would be
prostitution and adultery.  I do not have permission to rent out pussy, and
I sure can't be giving it away.  I am such a bad wife.  This is plain and
simple adultery.  That's all it is, and I'm giving it away, and I'm loving
it."
   "Do you like my cock better than Jerry's?"
   "Oh yes, way better.  If I had to choose between you based on your
cocks, he'd be hitting the bricks.  We gals are not supposed to let cock
size cloud our judgement.  Right now, I can't see shit for all the clouds."
   "He said you were a bit clouded, easily swayed by cock poundage."
   "I never told him that.  Still, he's not stupid.  I don't let you rub up
against me for nothing.  He would not have been the least surprised to see
me fawning all over your hard cock.  He knows I want poundage.  He knows
you have it.  He knows I'm in here getting it, too, or he should know."
   "He does.  I told him I intended to fuck you as soon as you arrive."
   "You said that right to his face!"
   "While he was on his knees, right before he planted kisses to my balls."
   "OF FUCK, MATT!" Ride `em, cowgirl!
   She rode hard for a while, but settled down to a moderate stroke that
went the full length.  She looked to Matt and said, "Did he really do that,
and did you really say that?  Tell me the truth, Matt.  I know you're
fucking with my head and trying to turn me on, but I want to know the
truth. Did Jerry really kiss your balls?"
   "I swear to God.  Everything I told you is the truth.  Ask him.  He
won't deny it.  If he does, make him place his hand on The Book of Mormon
and then ask him.  If Jerry ever lies on The Book of Mormon, I'll suck his
dick in the pews.  For your information, young lady, Jerry won't ever leave
the one true church, and can't leave this particular church unless I say he
can.  If I want you to serve as a recreational fuck, he'll serve as husband
to a recreational fuck - a cow as you like to call it.  He's just lucky
that I don't want you serving us in that capacity, because you'd serve. 
He's damn lucky I love you."
   "FUCK!  You're too much, Mathew.  Jerry was so good to you.  He would
have shared me with you.  I'm sure of that.  It was all leading to that,
one step at a time.  The panties would have come off.  You could have put
your dick in me.  I would have let you, and let you cum in my pussy with
Jerry watching.  But you have to have it all to yourself, and steal it, and
rub his face in it while you're stealing it."
   "Quite a stinker, aren't I?"
   She smiled big and said, "Yes, you are.  You're a bad boy, Mathew, but
that's what I love about you.  You're a bad boy with a big cock.  You know
what you want, won't take anything less, all's fair in love and war, and
you don't share the spoils of war.  Jerry is a farmer but you are a
warrior."
   "That's me, Conan the Bishop.  Will you still cooperate?"
   "Like I said, if I see him helping, I'll let him.  I can't guarantee
that I'll fall in-love, true love, but if he's pushing me into it, that
could very easily happen.  If it does, Jerry is fucked.  I'll be true to
the man I love.  I'd be true to Jerry, but he's a sharing kind of guy. 
You're not - dang it.  I was kinda hoping you'd make me be a cow."
   "I'll give that some thought, and let's not rule out the possibility
that you learn to love us both equally.  I just won't share when we're all
three together.  When I'm with you, you're all mine.  What you two do when
I'm not around is between you and Jerry.  You could carry on as always,
just switch when your lover arrives."
   "Umm, I like that.  That wouldn't be so bad.  I could love you both.  I
dare say I do.  It feels like I married you both.  It does, now."
   "In the eyes of God, you and I are more married than you and Jerry."
   "Can the eyes of God bullshit."
   "I'm just saying.  As Jerry sees this we are."
   "You really think so?"
   "I know Jerry, and I know his faith.  I know so.  He will step aside
whenever I enter the picture.  I am husband number one.  I am the Alpha
male.  I eat my fill, then he eats.  If I don't leave him any, tough shit."
   "He wouldn't want to follow you, anyway.  He wouldn't feel a thing.  He
hardly gets any pussy, anyway.  I give him a choice.  He always chooses my
back door, which is odd since he sells the front door.  He never talks
about my ass.  I always felt like he was offering the front door to you,
selling you on the pussy since he hardly ever used it - no sense in
perfectly good pussy going to waste.  Sperm count isn't the problem. 
Fucking the wrong hole is the problem."
   "We have that problem solved, don't we, sweetheart?"
   "Umm, yes we do.  We finally found a buyer for the front hole."
   "I own the front door, he owns the back.  All the babies come out
through the front door.  He gets what comes out the back."
   She laughed hard and said, "That's right, and from now on, we'll be
discussing your pussy and there won't be any fucking panties in the way. 
This is so exciting.  I love it.  He knows we're in here fucking.  He knows
I'll come home with a fucked pussy full of your cum and there's not a
fucking thing he can do about it or say about it.  I doubt that he would,
anyway.  I should just walk in the door and go, `Hey Jerry, I finally sold
the pussy.'"
   "He'd better give you an atta girl and encourage you to do it again.  If
he doesn't, I want to hear about it.  I'll call him back in here and ask
him to explain himself.  This time, he'll suck my dick."
   Ride `em cowgirl.  "Can you make him suck your dick!"
   "Yes.  He'll suck it till I cum in his mouth, then swallow my load."
   "Oh god, if he doesn't do like you say, I'm telling.  I want to come in
with him and see that...oh god, Matt, cum with me.  Fill my womb with your
sperm, lover.  I want all my babies to be your babies.  Cum, Matt, cum!"
   Matt came, and came, and came.  That pulsing, squeeze-box pussy sucked
his balls dry, and then she collapsed over him and got a back rub.  She
soon started purring with a penile pussy plug holding back the flood. 
Jenny never felt a man cum before, but felt every jet from Matt.  She was
in awe.  She laid there deep in thought while receiving a wonderful back
rub.  After a few minutes, she said, "I can't believe I am committing
adultery and feeling no guilt, no shame, no remorse, creating a bastard
child to hand my husband to raise, with the intention of doing it again,
and again, and again."
   "This is not adultery, Jenny."
   "If we were true believers, but we're not.  We know exactly what we're
doing.  I prefer to call it what it is, and the child we create will be a
bastard child."
   "You're right.  Between you and me, we should call it what it is.  The
beauty is, we can keep on committing adultery and handing Jerry the
bastards.  He can look after the bastards while we make another bastard."
   "We can, and I would love to, but he must never suspect that I'm nothing
more than a whore for his best friend."
   "He might think that but he'd never speak his mind."
   "Oh, so you think of me that way, do you?  Is that what I am to you, a
whore?"
   "Aren't you?  You act like a whore.  You look like a whore.  You feel
like a whore, a nice soft one with a cute butt and sexy legs."
   She raised up to look into his face and slowly broke a devilish smile,
saying, "If it looks like a duck, waddles like a duck, quacks like a duck,
and shits through feathers, odds are, it is a fuckin' duck.  Can you love a
whore?"
   "I do love a whore.  I love you, Jenny."
   She slowly laid her head back down on his hairy chest, thought for a
moment, then said while twirling hairs, "Are you going to treat me like a
whore, Matt?"
   "Yes.  I treat all women like whores, all except Darla."
   "Of course not.  She's your wife.  You treat her like a recreational
fuck, the lucky slut."
   "She doesn't see herself that way.  None of them do.  They serve the
Lord by exercising the reproductive plumbing of our fertile Mormons.  They
won't fuck those who can't squirt."
   "No, that would make her a slut."
   "Right, besides, the little ones treat them like whores.  They hate
that. The little ones lack the maturity to treat them like blow-up rubber
dolls.  The little fuckers are nasty.  They treat women the way I do."
   "Won't Jerry see you treating me that way?"
   "He'll see everything, up close and personal.  He'll smell a whore and
taste a whore."
   "Don't you think that will make him suspicious?"
   "So what."
   "You don't care what he thinks?"
   "Not one bit, as long as he does what's expected of him.  As his Bishop,
I would have a problem if he didn't toe the line.  I could have him
excommunicated.  I wouldn't, but he knows I can.  He'll be no problem while
I'm his Bishop.  After my term is up, he may have a Bishop that will be
inspired to terminate this shit, but for two years, he's my genital lap dog
and his wife is my whore."
   "Your whore.  I like the sound of that better than your lover."
   "Love takes time.  Right now, you're just a whore."
   "A cheating whore, but I would rather Jerry didn't see me that way.  I
wish you wouldn't go out of your way to make him suspicious.  He'll be
suspicious enough as it is."
   "I will go out of my way, and I expect your full cooperation."
   "I never said I'd cooperate with you.  I said I'd cooperate with Jerry
if I saw him playing farmer.  I still have to see that to believe it.  If
he does buy all that bullshit, and we can get away with committing adultery
right under his nose, I will not help you make him suspicious.  I will
become an avid believer in Holy Ghost inspired unions, praise the Lord, I
love you, Bishop."
   "I can get you to cooperate if I can play with your naked pussy.  This
is my pussy, now.  I can remove your panties and play with my pussy all I
want, can't I?"
   "Yes.  I will cooperate in that regard.  I'll open my legs for you and
let you do anything you like even with Jerry sitting right there watching.
As far as I'm concerned, he gave it to you, sold it for nothing.  This is
your pussy.  Even without this farmer bullshit, we will all recognize it as
such from now on, not as a given.  We will discuss this and make it
official.  I don't care who the new Bishop is.  We made a sale and that
sale is final."
   "Well, then, if I can get to your pussy, I can get your full
cooperation, can't I?"
   "You know you can.  I just wish you wouldn't rub his face in this.  I
don't see why you can't get me all hot and juicy, then take me off to the
bedroom and shut the door.  Making Jerry lick us while we fuck is an awful
thing to do.  That would make me very uncomfortable."
   "Not if he did it right."
   "No, not if he lapped your whole cock right up to my pussy, then lapped
all around, lapping us both real good and trying to wedge his tongue in
alongside your cock.  If he were doing it right, I'd relax and offer him a
good spread.  I know you'll do as you please, just don't expect my
cooperation without forcing it.  Actually, force isn't the proper
term...winning it...yes, you must win my cooperation, but that shouldn't be
difficult.  You seem to think you can make Jerry do it right, and you know
how to manipulate me.  I taught you well."
   "You taught me very well.  I didn't know who the pussy salesman was half
the time.  I knew I had two trying to sell me a slightly used pussy real
cheap."
   She laughed and said, "We must have looked pathetic.  Now that I look
back on it, I was selling you on my pussy, selling like crazy."
   "What was crazy was doing all that selling to an interested buyer, but
never closing the deal.  For an eager buyer, that is fucking frustrating."
   "I know.  I'm sorry.  I'll make it up to you."
   "By being a good whore?"
   "Yes.  I'll be a good whore from now on, just not in front of
Jerry...not until you make me.  You should have no trouble doing that. 
Just work my pussy like I taught you.  I'll make you a good spread.  In no
time at all, you'll have a good whore in your lap."
   "I think we're off to a good start.  I have a four O'Clock due in soon.
I hate to break this up, but you need to get home to an anxious hubby and
show him your shaved and fucked pussy."
   Jenny eased off and eased down, cupping her crotch.  She now held back a
flood.  Matt reached in his desk and tossed her a wet fuck rag.  She caught
it on a slimy spot and made her "Oh gross" face, then said, "Oh gross,
Matt! You fucker."
   "That's Bishop, and that's all I've got.  Sorry, but you're not the only
whore I have to service."
   While wiping, she said, "Some romantic you are.  I feel like a used
slut...don't say it.  I'm not in the mood right now.  Oh yuck...this really
sucks."
   "Care for a mint?"
   "You prick."
   "You know, that's what Jerry called me...me, his Bishop.  Can you
imagine the gall?"
   Jenny tossed his fuck rag back - threw it, actually.  He ducked.  She
picked up her sexiest dress and slipped it back on, then faced him while
zipping it up the back.  He watched and said, "You should at least wear a
bra before coming into the house of the Lord."
   "Fuck you and your house...fucking Mormon tittie freaks.  If I wore a
bra, they'd be in here complaining to you that they can't see my nipples
through my dress."
   "You're right; they would.  All right, I forbid you to wear under
garments and your dresses must clearly reveal that fact."
   "You can't do that."
   "I just did.  I'll announce it from the pulpit this Sunday.  You will be
right beside me, on the dais.  You and Jerry will be seated on the dais,
and I might fuck you.  I'll give that more thought and run the idea by a
few of the elders, but come prepared to get fucked."
   "What would you tell everyone?"
   "Since you refuse to be baptized and wear our sacred raiment, you'll
wear nothing at all under your dress."
   "You got that right.  You can have your magic underwear.  You announce
it; I'll be naked in a see-thru dress.  I know you think I won't, but I'll
do it."
   "If I can't read fine newsprint through your dress, I'll be terribly
disappointed."
   "All right, fucker.  You want see-thru.  I'll give you see-thru.  I'll
be as good as naked.  Everyone will know whose whore I am even if you don't
have the balls to fuck me."
   "Then, I won't be disappointed, and I most certainly do have the balls."
   "Matt, are you serious?"
   "Don't I look serious?  On Sunday, I'll look proud.  I nailed the
Gentile Jennings.  She's my whore and she's having my baby.  There she is
sitting proudly with her hubby, head up, shoulders back, showing those fine
hooters she'll be nursing my bastards on."
   "Okay, if that's what you want, I'll play the proud Gentile whore.  I
don't care what you silly fuckers think."
   "Until you get baptized into the church, we don't care what you Gentile
sluts think, or how you get used.  If it pleases the Lord, you'll amuse the
faithful."
   "I guess so.  On behalf of all the Gentile sluts in the world, may I
say, fuck you very much."
   "You will, and we will all be very amused."
   "Jerry won't be amused, but fuck Jerry, right?"
   "Yes, just turn your ass to him when you do."
   "I always do.  If I didn't act like an asshole whore, he might think I
want him to fuck my pussy."
   "My pussy."
   "I stand corrected.  Your pussy."
   "It's four O'Clock."
   "Now, I get the bum's rush.  Don't I even get a kiss."
   "Get it from Jerry, and get it between your legs."
   "Oh fuck, my legs are weak."
   "Here, let me help you out."
   He took her around the waist and led her to the door.  His four O'Clock,
a middle-aged couple, were waiting and saw him send his three O'Clock on
her way with a firm hand on her ass, low in the crotch, stuffing dress
material between her legs, which told her that he wasn't kidding.  She
pulled fabric out of her butt crack before an amused couple with Matt
saying, "Please step into my office.  I'm all through with the Gentile
slut, now."
   Jenny felt her legs almost give way when he said that and the couple
looking at her were even more amused.  She was about to attempt a red-faced
exit when she felt both of his arms come up through her arms and both hands
taking her by the hooters, pulling her back firmly while squeezing the
pliant flesh into distortion.  With his mouth at her ear, he said in a
normal voice, "Next time I see you, I want that slut pussy of yours shaved
bald and displayed in a dress you can read fine newsprint through, and you
are to wear nothing under that dress.  Understand?"
   Jenny could only nod her understanding as he milked her tits through the
dress and crudely ground his cock into her ass.  He told her to lift her
dress and show her slut pussy, which she did, lifting it past her navel and
stepping out without being told to step out, proving that she didn't care
what they thought.  He said, show pussy, she showed pussy, legs bowed,
pelvis tilted up.  They could see the semen trickling down her inner
thighs, and plainly see the slack, well-fucked hole it all came from, the
shaved clean lips, the over-sized clit, the fleshy inner lips, along with
the small tuft of hair left on the mound.
   The couple were now most amused that she had to endure this treatment,
or wanted to endure it.  They didn't care - stubborn, Gentile bitch, marry
a good Mormon then sit in our church without being baptized.  Serves her
right to have her little Gentile pussy reamed good by a Mormon Bishop. 
They expected to see more semen than that, but it was late in the day and a
Bishop's first weeks were always busy, especially one reputed to be hung
and potent.  Late afternoon was not a good time to get the wife bred.  They
looked a bit disappointed.  Jenny didn't know what to make of that.  No one
ever looked at her pussy that way before.
   Matt knew why the couple was there.  He'd bred that little lady enough
to know.  Jenny didn't know that.  They didn't look the type to seek out
the services of a stud.  Then again, none of them do, but the church was
built on good breeding, treating women like breeding stock.  Jenny still
couldn't accept that fact.  She kept picturing the Osmonds and their famous
choir.  She'd learn, but right then, she learned humility and indignity,
loved it, and left the scene on weak legs wishing she had gone ahead and
shaved all the hair off in the first place, but didn't want to come across
looking like a whore.  She felt silly as she left the house of the Lord in
shoes that went squish, squish, squish with each step.  There was lots more
semen, she just needed to do some walking.
   * * *
   Jenny drove home feeling like a slut, a cheating slut, a whore, an
adulteress, and just about everything she never saw herself as, but Matt
had that effect on her from the first day she met him.  He did not inspire
love, he inspired lust.  He was a bad boy and she had been warned about him
weeks in advance.  He was not a disappointment.  He was a shock.  She had
known plenty of bad boys, just none that any husband would tolerate around
a wife and allow to be himself.  Allowing Matt to be himself made her so
fucking horny she could scream at times and led eventually to her mounting
him on his desk and fucking his brains out, letting dumb fantasies slip
out, and slipping out of a house of God like a fucked slut.  Then again,
she went in like one looking for a fuck.
   That damn church of theirs was almost as bad as Matt for knocking the
rudder loose on her moral boat.  She was not religious, not in the least,
but she had sound moral values, traditional values that most religious
moralists could applaud.  That crazy church and their insane ways sent
waves of lust crashing against her hull every time she entered the
building, and the Sunday services were a storm that always knocked her
loose rudder off, the heady combination of the Church of the Divine
Pregnant Slut and Matt together always made her do in public that which she
never would have considered doing in private, not as someone's wife with
some else's husband.
   For the last few services of the Wilson administration, Jenny sat low in
the pew in a split's wide beaver with her left foot in Darla's lap getting
a foot massage.  The other foot also received a massage, and that foot
rested in the lap of whoever happened to be seated on the other side of her
husband.  Each Sunday was different set of hands on the right foot, but
Darla and whoever kept her in a splits-wide beaver through a clever device
known as a foot massage, which gave Matt a wide open crotch to tease and
torment and demonstrate possession of.  He made the crotch of her panties
sopping wet and she wore panties that become transparent when wet.
   They always sat right up front in the first pew where everyone who went
to use the bathroom walked by.  Everyone, all six-hundred plus, would
eventually walk by and have a look.  Jenny never saw so much walking around
in a church while services were going on.  The congregation was in constant
motion, not just going to the bathroom, but changing seats, visiting,
checking out some good action somewhere, getting up to nurse on a cow,
getting up to take a seat on a lap, but this was normal for them.  They did
keep talking to a whisper as a courtesy to a speaker, but church was a
place to fuck around and literally reeked of pussy after a few minutes.
   Jenny had visited many types of churches as a guest of a friend, and
all, especially the Catholics, were up and down - stand up, sit down, kneel
to pray.  The Mormons remained seated for everything so as not to disturb
those who were lap dancing.  They sang hymns from their seats, said prayers
from their seats, listened to speakers from their seats, and only got up to
look at someone's pussy, or that was the impression Jenny got.  Thanks to
foot massagers and Matt, they all knew she was a girl with a fantastic
pussy between her long, sexy legs.  Sitting in front of them in a
split's-wide beaver without panties on would not be that big a deal.  It
would to Jenny only because they would all be seeing it at once, but it
would not be something they hadn't seen week after week.
   After six months in their community, Jenny knew they wanted to make a
cow out of her Gentile ass.  The men were all trying to get her to fuck,
even the boys, even some of the friskie little fuckers.  All the cows
wanted her to join their herd.  The cows were very friendly, as though they
had been called into a meeting and were told to be friendly.  They all made
the life of a cow sound exciting.  They'd rub her feet.  They'd rub her
anything.  She could fuck any of them.  That was why doing so was so
tempting.  She had sucked on them all, why not fuck them all.
   Jenny liked hanging out with the cows were the cows hung out, which was
at the church.  When the church wasn't being used for services or
functions, it served as a communal day care center.  Jenny loved taking
care of all those babies because they used her tits as a pacifier or
teething chewy, but she also loved being with a group of cows and being the
center of attention.  This day care center was also like a whore house. 
All the recreational pussy was there, so a Mormon dick knew were to come,
and it wasn't just Mormon dick that was welcome to stop by.
   Many friendly locals availed themselves of the Mormon cows.  There were
as many of them as there were Mormons, maybe more.  Men and boys came and
went all day long.  They came and picked, and cummed, and then went.  After
being taken off and fucked, the cow would return to the herd to tell Jenny
how great that was.  They were quite convincing, giving Jenny the
impression that these women were all sluts acting like exercise equipment
for God and recruiting tools for that particular church.  A lot of men came
to the one true church that way, and they brought in the wives and
daughters.  Some became cows.  Darla came that way, dragged kicking and
screaming by her father until Matt put a dick in her and settled her down.
She and her mother were the only mother/daughter cow team, but they made
quite a team.
   The thought of joining their herd eventually dominated her fantasies,
telling her that their methods, as crude and obvious as they were, were
working.  And then there was Matt working on her from another angle with
her husband acting as an assistant.  There were literally dozens of good
looking men being sweet to her, copping feels, massaging parts, nursing on
her breasts, and offering her money to put out.  The boys were the
sweetest. The little fuckers were the nastiest and got to her the most.  It
was the little fuckers who treated her as though she were one of the cows
that almost made her one, and they were directly responsible for making her
want to be one.
   Bishop Wilson also did his part.  His sermons and his messages were at
times aimed right at her, either trying to make her pussy wetter so he
could see it better, or making her thinking better so that he might get
some.  Making Matt the Bishop was her undoing.  That was devious and
dastardly.  A Gentile lady who discovered the joy of showing her remarkable
pussy to hundreds of lusty Mormons each week had no chance.
   They had to want her extremely bad to make a guy like Matt the Bishop.
Then again, he was the hands-down favorite pick of the cows, though he
rarely used their services.  He preferred the regular wives and daughters
which made up the majority.  Only fourteen of the adult women were cows. 
These fourteen served a population of roughly five-hundred exercising dicks
(Mormon, Gentile, young, old, and canine) and she had news for Matt - they
did so like fucking the little fuckers.  They would fuck any hard dick.  A
toddler with a boner could take one off for a short work-out, or a kid
could bring Rover in for a workout.  Among the cows, there was no shame in
fucking a mutt.  The cows had no shame period.  The only reason they went
to a private place to fuck was that total nudity and fucking out in the
open on church property was not considered proper.  Lap dancing was okay,
but you can't lap dance a kid and his dog.  Kids, especially the Gentile
brats, always wanted a big-titted Mormon bitch naked and in a vulgar
position.  Humoring those brats was a good way to make a good Mormon of
them when they grew up.
   Jenny felt like a cow after a hard day at church as she pulled into her
driveway and parked her car next to Jerry's truck.  She knew he'd be
waiting, right inside the door.  She knew she had semen-streaked legs and
the back of her dress was wet from seepage.  She looked fucked.  She felt
nervous.  The shame surfaced despite all the preparation that went into
this epic moment and his apparent willingness to have this moment occur. 
Still, she was about to go to her husband after having had sex with his
best friend.  There was still enough of the old Jenny to make her feel like
she had done a terrible thing.
   Jenny entered the house, and she was right.  There was Jerry, sitting in
his favorite chair watching a TV program he was only staring at until she
entered and stood facing him.  His eyes went straight to her legs and her
face turned red.  She looked terribly guilty, but well-fucked, about what
he expected, but he thought she'd have the decency to wipe the cum off her
fucking legs.  She thought about doing that but then thought, what was the
point.
   She shut the door behind her as he got up and came to her.  She wasn't
sure what to expect, but he took her in his arms and then into a comforting
embrace, giving her another back rub as she laid her head on another chest.
He said, "Matt told me about his vision.  I see that he explained what an
inspired union is."
   She said, "Yes, he did, but we figured he would.  You didn't change your
mind, did you?"
   "No, this is for the best.  We'll get kids this way.  I just didn't
expect a union.  Those are rare."
   "I was under the impression they were common."
   "No, very rare.  What you see aren't unions, just people messing around
on their own, playing husband and wife with someone else's husband or wife.
Those usually don't last very long before they're playing with someone
else. An inspired union is a match made in Heaven.  Didn't he explain all
that?"
   "Yes, he explained all that.  I just didn't realize it was anything
special."
   "Oh, yes, Jenny, this is very special.  The children of this union will
be very special."
   Jenny sensed that he was being most sincere and really did believe this
horseshit.  In her rapidly arousing mind, she substituted the word children
for bastards, and rewound the tape, playing that exciting new sentence in
her mind: The bastards of this union will be very special.
   That made her clit give a lurch.  She began feeling like a cheating
whore with a deaf and dumb blind husband who also happened to be a gullible
idiot, like the fools who invited Mormon missionaries in to talk about the
Celestial Kingdom and ended up serving as breeding stock in a
male-dominated kingdom on Earth...also college coeds who listen to cute
former missionaries talk about life in small-town Idaho and potatoes.  They
also wind up as breeding stock, apparently.
   She focused on his use of the plural for child, actually, bastard, and
said, "I got the impression this is a permanent union."
   "It is, Jenny.  An inspired union is a marriage, as permanent and
binding as any temporal marriage.  In the eyes of God, you and Matt are now
married.  In the eyes of Idaho, you and I are."
   "I guess Heaven doesn't think much of Idaho paper."
   "Actually, Heaven does.  You and are married forever, it's just that
Matt will father the children that are brought to the church through you."
   "I see, so you and I are spiritually married; Matt and I are sexually
married."
   "That's one way to look at it, yes, but it can't be purely sexual. 
There must be love involved.  Children must be born to parents who are in
love and remain in love.  They must be conceived and nurtured in love.  He
must have explained that."
   "He did, and he professed his love for me."
   "Did you tell him you loved him?"
   "No.  I couldn't."
   "But you must, Jenny.  You must learn to love Matt...not just love, be
in-love.  You must be lovers."
   Jenny now had pussy lips clapping with a happy, over-sized clit muffling
the sound of wet lips clapping.  She looked up and said, "How can I, Jerry?
I love you, only you.  I only went to him for you so we could have
children."
   "I know, Jenny, but we knew he would be inspired.  We didn't know how
inspired.  This changes things."
   "How?"
   "Well, for one, Matt has every right to use your pussy.  The pussy must
be considered part of the leg.  You surrendered your legs to him months
ago."
   "Yes, and my pussy weeks ago."
   "Not totally.  He doesn't get to do anything he wants with your pussy.
The panties remain on and you will only tolerate so much fooling around. 
The panties will have to go, and he gets to do as he pleases."
   "What, even in church?"
   "Anywhere, Jenny.  It's his pussy."
   "Yes, he gave me that impression.  He talks like he loves me, but he
treats me like his whore."
   "I know, Jenny.  That's just Matt.  You know how he is.  I happen to
know he loves Darla very much, but you see how he treats her.  He even
takes her out to the spud fields and lets all the Mexicans use her.  It was
you that told me she's the biggest bitch among the cows.  Matt knew that.
He'll let the land owners put dogs on her.  He loans her out for her to
entertain at their parties.  He earns a lot of brownie points with his sexy
Mormon bitch."
   "So I've heard, but what makes you think he wouldn't do that with me. 
He could earn a lot more with me.  If the pussy is his to do with as he
pleases, I'd have to let him."
   "I doubt he'd do that to you, Jenny.  You're no bitch or a piece of ass
that can be passed around like a cheap whore."
   "Why not?  What would stop him?"
   Jerry held her at arm's length to look into her face as he said, "I
should think you would."
   "If I could set limits, I would, but if pussy is part of the leg, I
couldn't.  I turned over my legs to him today.  We made it official.  I
thought he'd want it in writing, but he took my word.  I gave my word.  I
can't take it back."
   "Damn, today I agreed that the pussy was a part of each leg."
   "I did, too.  He finally got me to agree to that, and got that agreement
before I surrendered both legs.  In essence, I gave Matt my pussy today. 
He got to me at a weak moment, a very weak moment as you might imagine, but
I knew what I was doing and understood the implications.  I do know Matt,
and I'm with Darla all day, just about every day.  She tells me everything
in great detail."
   "He teased you with his dick, didn't he?"
   "Yes, mercilessly.  He wouldn't put it in until I gave it to him.  I had
to, Jerry, I had to."
   "I know.  I understand.  Under the circumstances, you did the right
thing.  The Lord wanted it in.  Matt just took advantage of the
circumstances, as I suppose he will continue to do."
   Brimming with contained excitement, Jenny said, "He told me he made you
kiss his balls.  Is that true?"
   "Yes, it's true, but that is customary, a tradition going way back.  He
didn't have to do it the way he did.  That was pure Matt being a shithead."
   "What did he do, make you feel like a queer?"
   "It's hard not to feel queer under those circumstances, but Matt made it
worse by making me look like a famished queer.  You'll see what I mean. 
There will be much more of that in acts of sexual subservience, what Bishop
Wilson talked about."
   "Licking?"
   "Yes.  Acts of sexual subservience are generally reserved for husbands
who don't demonstrate the proper attitude.  With Matt, acts of sexual
subservience will be required no matter how I act."
   "That's rotten.  Can you refuse?"
   "No, and there's no one I can take this to except to God in prayer, but
since his anointed is the problem, that would be like asking God to change
his mind.  No, I'll lick you two if that turns him on.  I'll do it like a
famished queer if I have to."
   The walked hand in hand to the dining room and took seats across a
corner so they could continue holding hands and Jerry could see her messy
legs.  He looked famished.  Jenny's pussy wanted to feed the poor man.  She
said, "It sounds to me like we're both in a bind.  He'll be using me like a
whore and you like a queer.  I may end up serving as a cow."
   "I thought you were willing to do that."
   "As your wife with your full knowledge and consent, yes, not as another
man's whore with you being opposed to the idea."
   "I couldn't oppose the idea."
   "But, you wouldn't like it.  Let's not forget the spud fields, the
owner's kennels, and their bestial bashes, not to mention all the mutts I'd
be servicing at the church.  I'd be the new queen bitch and you know it."
   "What are you suggesting, that we move back to California?"
   "He said you can't, that you'd be excommunicated if you ran out on an
inspired union."
   "He's right, but you could leave."
   "True, but I'd never leave you.  I believe the term was for better or
worse."
   Jerry smiled, knelt between her hind legs, and took her in his arms,
still looking into her beautiful face, now nose to nose, saying, "Would you
endure all that to honor that vow?"
   "My word is my bond, Jerry.  Unfortunately, I also gave my word to Matt.
I can't go anywhere with his pussy between my legs.  I'm afraid the three
of us are stuck with each other till death do we part, and it's because I
gave my word, not because some ghost says me and Matt have to fuck.  You
and Matt may believe that garbage, but I don't.  I'm in this mess because I
have a pussy that can only be teased and tormented so much.  Well, it's not
mine anymore.  From now on, it'll get used, not teased, and to be perfectly
honest with you, Jerry, I don't care how it gets used or by what as long as
I remain barefoot and pregnant for the next ten years."
   "That, I can promise you.  Now, I'll be honest with you.  I don't
believe this shit, either.  I think I'm bisexual with a powerful urge to
have sex with you and Matt.  I am a famished queer around that man."
   "Well, this is a very welcome bit of honesty.  You had me thinking you
were a fucking idiot.  I must admit, I do like being married to a famished
queer, and I do love your fucking church slash whore house."
   "We do, too, but I'd hate to see it if only the true believers showed
up. I think they'd both feel dumb staring at an empty dais."
   Jenny laughed and said, "I have thought that all along.  Now prove to me
that you really are a famished queer.  I've been lied to so much, I need
proof."
   He smiled and went down as she went into one of her now famous
splits-wide beavers.  She watched her hungry hubby make short work of her
semen-streak legs before diving head-first into her soupy snatch and making
a total fool of himself.  She watched in amazement with one hand gripping a
lock of his hair, then passionately said, "God, Jerry, you look so good
eating Matt's cum out of my pussy.  We should have done this months ago. 
We should have done this at the fucking Boise airport instead of playing
doesn't-she-have-great-legs all they way home to fuckville.  You nasty
fuckers have been driving me crazy ever since."
   He took a few parting laps, then looked up with a wet smiling fact to
say, "You're right.  We should have, but Matt and I have been playing
games, too.  We stopped playing today.  I did more than kiss his balls,
Jenny.  I sucked his cock."
   "I had a feeling you did.  Why wouldn't he tell me that.  He knew that
would drive me wild, although I was wild enough.  Still...?"
   "We figured we'd save that for the perfect moment - make it a complete
blow job.  He was saving his load for you.  I just did some cock sucking
and ball licking.  I did some fucking groveling is what I did."
   "I'll bet he liked that."
   "He loved it.  He has known since Panama that I had the hots for his
cock, and knew at the airport that you were an offering.  You were the
hold-up."
   "I know, but you don't change a girl over night.  You handled me right,
but to be honest with you, we'd still be playing footsie and discussing my
pussy if it weren't for the church and all the things they did.  To be
perfectly honest, Darla gets more credit than Matt.  She had a hell of a
lot more to offer than Matt did, and if you must know the God's honest
truth, there is this terribly nasty, bold, adorable little, seven-year-old
boy with a sexy Golden Retriever that gets most of the credit.  That little
brat puts Matt to shame.  He'll push my skirt up, push my legs open, yank
the crotch of my panties out of the way, and give his dog a treat in a
crowd of smiling cows and kids."
   "No shit.  How long has that been going on?"
   "Since right before I started being a good girl in church, not long
before I expressed an interest in becoming a recreational fuck, about the
time I started giving Matt good beavers for our pussy discussions, about
the time I decided I loved this fucking church and wanted to be a fucking
cow for it, about the time I wanted to remain barefoot and pregnant for at
least ten years, maybe more."
   "Who is this wonder boy?"
   "Matt's son, Jeffrey."
   "Figures.  Well, hat's off to Jeffrey.  Matt'll be proud of the lad."
   "He should be.  He's a little terror.  The little fucker got away with
murder before he became the Bishop's son.  He'll be a holy terror, now.  He
is a holy terror, now.  I've had to stay away from there since Matt took
office.  I've been warned.  Jeffrey won't be taking me off to a private
place because I'm a Gentile bitch.  He thinks a Gentile bitch should be
taken outside and done in the street.  The trouble is, others think the way
he does.  What's worse, I'd go.  I'd let him strip me, and I'd kneel.  I
agree with them.  Fuck the Gentile bitch."
   "So, you're still not going to be baptized, huh?"
   "Fuck no!  I like being the Gentile bitch.  I want to be their first
Gentile cow.  Most cows are treated with respect, Jerry, but that's because
they've been baptized and they are Mormon cows.  They have status, and
Gentiles don't come into a Mormon house and treat their women like sluts.
They are very polite and grateful, perfect gentlemen, except when they fuck
`em, but they do that in private.  I doubt a Gentile cow will have the
luxury of privacy."
   "We're talking some heavy shit, here, Jenny.  Are you sure you're up to
that?  You're right, you'll get no privacy or respect.  You may not get
anything to wear, maybe a dog collar and high heels."
   "I'm trembling, but it's not from fear."
   "I can't see you being that type of woman and liking it."
   "I couldn't either until a dog licked my ovaries in a large crowd of
women and children, and I was naked, Jerry, totally naked and sitting with
my legs open like I do for Matt.  I am that type of woman, and I do like
it. I want more of it, lots more.  I don't want anything done to me in
private, and I don't want to wear anything.  Heels and a dog collar might
be nice, but nothing that hides anything.  I want to be that prize Gentile
beauty you brought back from California and handed over to the church to be
used as a recruiting tool and human cow."
   "Is that what you think?"
   "I used to think that quite often and question your love.  There were
times I was sure of it and hated you.  Lately, I like to think it's true
and masturbate to the idea that you don't love me at all and are simply
using me to win brownie points with everyone, but Matt especially."
   "Suppose you were to learn that were true?  Suppose you were to learn
that I went to UC Davis to seek out the finest babe they had to offer, and
that my motive was brownie points and Matt."
   "I'd be flattered.  Is that the truth, Jerry?"
   "Yes, that is the truth, but I did fall in love with you.  I didn't mean
to, but six months with you won my heart.  I hope that doesn't spoil things
for you."
   She smiled and said, "No, just so your motives were dishonest starting
out and your love won't prevent you from carrying out your sinister plan."
   "Not in the least.  I'll still love you, but as far as I'm concerned,
you are Matt's whore and church property.  That was and still is the plan.
Your destiny was to serve as a cow all along."
   "Then why wouldn't you let me when I came to you wanting to be one?"
   "I wanted to give Matt that honor.  I knew he'd make you a cow, a cow
and a bitch.  I knew he wanted a gorgeous, long-legged, California babe
with great hooters.  I went babe hunting for Matt, to win favor with Matt
and get him back in bed with me again.  I knew I did good when he took one
look at you at the airport."
   "Yes, I felt like a special delivery.  God, that freaked me out, the
ride home especially.  I wanted out of that fucking truck.  You're just
damn lucky he made my panties wet."
   "He has kept them wet, too, hasn't he?"
   "The first thing I did was buy better panties, tiny things you can see
through even when dry.  More importantly, very thin things I could feel
through as though they weren't there.  K-Mart Value-pack cotton panties
just wouldn't do in Idaho.  I needed Mormon Church panties."
   "The next best thing to no panties at all."
   "You know it.  Actually, Mormon Church panties are no panties at all. 
I'll bet half the pussy in church don't wear any."
   "It's more than that, much more, in fact, they wear the sacramental
undergarment which is a button-down-the front slip.  We don't cover pussy
and we make it easy for them to flop out the titties."
   "Ah yes, the magic underwear.  So, they all wear that, huh?"
   "Those who have been baptized must.  You are not the only Gentile pussy.
There must be thirty or forty and most don't want to be there."
   "I knew there were some but I had no idea there were that many."
   "That's not counting daughters who also don't want to be there.  They
are all being worked on to varying degrees the way you were.  You haven't
seen the baptisms.  They fall eventually.  The baptism demonstrates that
surrender."
   "What do they do, strip them naked and piss on them?"
   "No, it's all very religious and sacred, done in a tub with the woman or
girl wearing a baptismal robe made of thin white cotton."
   "And it becomes see-thru when wet."
   "True, but after the dunking and all the ceremony, that gets removed and
her magic underwear gets placed on.  For a few minutes she's naked, showing
us all the goodies.  That part is dragged out and quite sexual.  We get to
see what she is bringing to the party.  That is the sign of surrender. 
She's a lap dancer after that.  If she's not already pregnant, she is
willing to get that way.  Most arrive after having been nailed a number of
times.  They have a husband or father who doesn't care who sticks a dick in
them and they have been taken to the Bishop a few times, held for him, and
been bred like a bitch."
   "That will change a woman.  Matt will win a lot of converts."
   "I think that's why Matt received the calling.  He's pretty young for a
Bishop, but he brought more Gentiles to the tub than Wilson ever did.  He
brought Darla and her mom, and those two came into our church as staunch
Catholics, sat like very angry staunch Catholics, and hated all of us like
the Pope's nuns do.  Matt changed that, and you see where they are, now."
   "And they are both very happy, unless it's all an act."
   "It's no act.  They're happy as cows."
   "Those two are happiest as bitches.  They light up when a mutt comes in.
That impressed me more than anything, how two women could be that shameless
about mutt rutting and be that way in front of little children, even their
own.  Mommy is a bitch, and Mommy is proud of that.  Mommy is a good bitch
and all the doggies like to sniff and lick her pussy.  Everyone knows
they're bitches.  They'll let a dog sniff and lick them in public.  They
compete to get a mutt's attention, then they'll lead him off by the cunt,
letting him lick her in a private place to a private place.  When they
return, she'll have mutt fuck running to her heels.  She'll plop down in a
throng of excited kids and wipe her legs and pussy.  Those two are the most
vulgar sluts of all the cows, but I want to go one better by not going off
or going outside."
   "I'd like to see that.  Everyone would, and you'll freak the piss out of
our Gentiles.  When they see what we do to a stubborn Gentile, they'll
flock to the tub.  Between you and Matt, we'll nail their Gentile asses
left and right.  When we get all the cunts pregnant, this church will grow
by leaps and bounds."
   "We're all ready bulging at the seams."
   "We have expanded six times in the twelve years that Matt and I have
been here.  In one week of intense work, we can have a thousand-member
facility.  Matt just has to give the word.  It's like a barn raising.  The
money is there.  The workers are waiting.  We just need the numbers to
justify starting.  You see how much we have grown just in the year you've
been here.  In one more year, I say we'll reach the thousand mark.  Most of
that will be bastard babies, but we have few good Jehovah out scouring the
country looking for potential cows.  We also have sexy young Jehovah being
nice to the local dicks.  Win a dick over, the pussy comes with it.  Some
dicks bring in three to five good pussies.  You'll be doing a lot of that,
too."
   "If I must, I must.  This pussy is now a church asset and it's in the
mood to fill the pews with nervous pussy.  I love the smell of pussy on a
Sunday morning, don't you?"
   "Beats the fuck out of napalm, but I think you've been smelling your
own."
   She laughed and said, "I think you're right.  God, I love showing my
cunt like that to all those people.  I love it when a group stops and
stares me right in the wide open cunt.  It'll be better with no panties on.
Matt said I can't wear anything under a dress you can read newsprint
through.  He says he'll seat us up on the dais next to him.  He says he'd
fuck me up there, not a covered lap dance, I'm talking about a fuck that
all can see.  Can you see him doing that and getting away with it?"
   "It's never been done, but every new Bishop brings something new and
exciting.  Big things are expected from Matt, and Wilson would be a tough
act to top.  We weren't anything like this before Wilson.  In fact, when
Matt and I first arrived here, there wasn't much difference between us and
any other Mormon church run out of Salt Lake.  We just didn't send out
missionaries and we promoted pregnancy and promiscuity.  That was what drew
us.  The Jehovah were reputed to be easy.  They were and we helped keep
them pregnant.  Each new Bishop made things better, but Wilson has been the
best.  We doubled in size under Wilson.  Yes, Bishop Adams might very well
do what he threatens to do.  He will crank it up a notch or ten.  The
congregation is ready for it."
   "The cows sure are.  They want it cranked up all the way.  They want all
the women, at least all the Mormon women and girls, to be cows just like
them."
   "What, misery loves company?"
   "I don't think that's it.  I don't think they're miserable, but they do
get tired of having others look down their noses at them when they're doing
the same thing in one sordid affair after another.  Darla seems to think
they are all whores.  It's just that some are open and honest about it. 
The cows are viewed as whores in a public service whore house.  The cows
view the others as whores who offer home delivery, or invite men into their
homes to fuck their sexy young daughter, or daughters.  They should all be
whores and work both sides of the street.  It really is too much of a
workload to place on fifteen whores.  Someone has to watch the kids, and
now with all the dogs they're bringing in, the situation has only gotten
worse.  More Gentiles need to do volunteer work like I do so those Mormon
whores can fuck for God."
   "Well-put, Jenny.  I can speak to Matt about your ideas.  We can
certainly keep the mutts out.  They have no business being inside the
church anyway."
   "Don't do that, and they do have business.  They do lots of business and
amuse lots of men who are thinking about joining and bringing in new pussy.
Hell, if you don't allow the dogs in, they'll think we're some kind of
religion."
   Jerry laughed hard and said, "We wouldn't want them to think that.  So,
you gals love your doggies, do you?"
   "Jerry, anyone with a pussy between her legs would have to love a
friskie mutt.  Whether they have actually loved a friskie mutt, that's
another matter.  They all think about it.  One good lick is usually all it
takes to get them thinking like a bitch.  You have them all out of their
panties, thinking and acting like sluts.  Now, expose them to the friskie
mutts with their arms full and you'll have sluts fucking mutts all over
that building.  Hiding places are at a premium.  Some won't be able to
wait. They'll kneel in a corner or step out in a hall, but the kids know
where to find them.  Partitions don't work when you go behind one with a
mutt.  The little shits will pull it down and there you are putting on a
show."
   "I had no idea it was that bad.  I should say, that good."
   "It has gotten that good lately.  The local yokels love hanging around
just to watch the Mormon cows trying to look after their brood of bastards
with mutts after their asses.  We have one that comes in with a pack of
horny bird dogs.  When he arrives, pandemonium breaks loose.  We have to
pull them off of kids, and we're getting licked by another while trying to
do that.  We've been trying to keep this under wraps because we didn't
think Bishop Wilson would approve.  We're not sure if Matt will, and I
didn't feel him out.  I got distracted.  How do you think he'll handle
this?"
   "He likes seeing mutts on humans.  Women are all whores fit for dogs. 
You see what he has done to his own wife.  This clown that comes in and
turns a pack loose, that might piss him off."
   "Maybe not.  That clown is the principal land owner that Matt likes to
win brownie points with."
   "That will make a difference if it's who I think it is - a tall, lanky,
pot-bellied prick."
   "That's him.  Everyone treats him like some kind of royalty."
   "He is by virtue of paychecks.  He employs over a hundred Mormon men
from three of our churches, mostly ours.  When you sign on with JD, you
sign over the wife and daughters.  He'll come right into your home with a
group of rednecks and mutts, fuck them right at the dinner table, then give
them to the mutts.  The pay is good, though."
   "Is he the guy Matt works for?"
   "He works for JD and several others just as bad - or good."
   "Now that I know how bad he is, I wish I had flirted with him.  I know
he likes me a lot.  He tried to fuck me until someone told him I wasn't a
member.  He would have forced the issue had I been a Mormon."
   "That's JD.  He would have and others would have held you for him.  I'm
surprised they didn't.  They hold daughters for him, and they'll hold a
member he has never seen one of his dogs on before."
   "I saw that.  He spotted one he had never seen before, a new member
there helping out.  She was just there helping to look after the kids, a
cute young thing.  The cows grabbed her, stripped her, and held her down
for several dogs, eight I think, eight or nine, and her own three kids
watched.  She turned bitch after three.  I envied her after three.  They
didn't have to hold her after four.  She was a good bitch after five, and a
bitch in heat for the rest.  She's now thinking of becoming a cow.  I'm
telling you, Jerry, the mutts not only win converts, they can get you more
cows.  There is a slut in all of us; there's a sleeping bitch, too."
   "No one knows that better than Matt.  Speaking of Matt, I wonder what's
keeping him."
   "Getting hungry?"
   He smiled and said, "You know it.  Did you ever suspect that I might be
queer for Matt?"
   "The thought did cross my mind that you wanted to get involved in a
threesome, but not to rub balls with Matt.  There is nothing queer about
you other than your preference for fucking a shit hole, but I always passed
that off as that being the tightest hole."
   "I do love pussy, but your pussy was for Matt.  It has been that way
from the beginning."
   "I got that impression in the truck, but it took a few miles for him to
arrive there and give me that impression.  I wish you had just come right
out and told me."
   "Suppose I had.  What would you have done?"
   "That depends.  If you made that announcement when he first laid his
hand possessively on my leg, I'd have pitched a bitch and screamed, `Turn
this fucking truck around, you Mormon perverts.' If you waited until he was
stroking my pussy and had me purring like a little kitten, I'd have smiled
blissfully and said, `Okay.' You've had plenty of good opportunities to
present Matt with your gift.  Why did you just sit there like an idiot
watching me suffer?  Can't you take a fucking hint?"
   "Can't you?  What do you think it means when a husband lays his wife in
another man's lap, folds her skirt back, then spreads her legs to the
maximum.  Or what about in church when I keep away from the crotch, leaving
all that to Matt.  If that didn't say to all who stopped by for a look, `My
wife's pussy belongs to Matt,' I'll kiss your ass up on the dais - not
left, not right, dead center and deep."
   "Touchee.  You're right.  You were quite plain.  I was being thick, but
I need things like that spelled out for me.  I want them spelled out.  Tell
me what's expected of me.  I'm willing.  You must have known that."
   "I did.  I guess I wanted you to give it, or better yet, have Matt take
it.  I wanted him to feel like he owed me."
   "Well, knowing what you were after, that makes sense.  I wanted him to
take it, too.  So, whose idea was this inspired union?"
   "That evolved between us with each offering input.  Matt wanted more
than pussy.  He wanted a loving relationship, husband status.  I wanted in
on that and came up with the idea of having to nurture your love.  He came
up with the idea to do that with my tongue, and that made my dick hard,
which led to me kneeling and sucking a cock I had been dying to suck on for
ages."
   She smiled warmly, thought for a moment, then said, "I wish I'd seen
that, you with a mouthful of Matt's cock, thrilled to your twinkle toes."
   He smiled and said, "I was.  You would have seen a happy queer, Jenny."
   "I am seeing a happy queer.  You may be bisexual, but I think you are a
lopsided bisexual, more queer than not."
   "Do you like looking at your husband and seeing a happy queer."
   "Oh, yes, very much.  I wish you were 100% queer and not ashamed to let
it show around me and Matt.  I'd like all of your attention focused on
Matt."
   "I could be that way when he's around.  I still want you when he's not.
I won't stick a dick in his pussy, but I'll lick it if it tastes like
Matt."
   "It'll taste like mutt more than Matt.  The Bishop is a very busy man. I
doubt we'll be seeing that much of him, and when we do, he'll be drained."
   "He will for a while, but that should settle down.  You'll be seeing a
lot of him once he knows you'll take a mutt and be a cow.  He might not
fuck you up on the dais, but I can see him putting a mutt on you."
   "Can you, really!"
   "Sure.  Everybody knows he's into that shit.  You've been a stubborn
bitch.  He could amuse the faithful and put the fear of God into those
other stubborn bitches.  I see panties being discarded in church and scared
shitless Gentile sluts finding stiff Mormon cock to hop on, then doing some
awfully obvious lap dancing to show us how eager they are to get their slut
asses knocked up.  I see Gentile mommies putting virgin daughters on dicks.
I see Gentile mommies stripping those little sluts naked and putting them
on adult cocks.  I see some serious fucking in the pews coming from the
Gentiles."
   "I do too.  Wouldn't that be something?  That would be better than what
happened last Sunday when all those Gentile girls got raped.  I don't think
there are any virgins, but stripping them naked and fucking them out in the
open would top last Sunday, especially with mommies helping.  We must do
that, Jerry.  I want to be dragged up on the dais, stripped naked, and
raped by that Golden Retriever.  After that, the biggest mutt they can
find, maybe several to make me turn bitch, although the Retriever will
probably do that.  God, I want that sexy mutt."
   "I'll talk to Matt, but you need to talk to him, too.  He'll want to
hear it from both of us, and then he'll go to the elders to see what they
think."
   "What will they think?"
   "They like everything so far.  They must know what's going on.  Matt
hasn't heard from them.  He would have mentioned it."
   "I hope you're right.  They do know.  They haven't attempted to tame the
cows or run any dogs out."
   "That's a good sign.  They have all been the Bishop and they'll act like
a Bishop when the Bishop isn't around."
   "They're acting like dirty old men, like voyeurs mostly."
   "They're old and worn out, Jenny.  Don't be too hard on them.  Two years
as Bishop takes a lot out of a man.  In this church it does."
   Matt entered and seemed to prove Jerry's point.  He looked fucked out,
totally drained as he fell back against a closing door.  Jerry said, "She
knows everything, Matt."
   Matt took that in, trying to figure what anything was, then said, "If
that means I don't get anymore pussy, that's good news."
   Jenny didn't like the sound of that.  Jerry said, "Jenny wants to be a
cow and she's dying to fuck the mutts, but she wants to remain a stubborn
Gentile and be made an example of, dragged up on the dais, stripped naked,
and raped by mutts until she turns bitch.  We figure the Gentiles will
flock to the tub with runny cunts after seeing that."
   That piqued his interest.  He pushed off the door and made his way over,
mulling.  When he arrived, he plopped into a seat and rested elbows on the
table while studying Jenny.  She smiled like a naughty bitch.  He smiled
back and said, "Are you sure you want this, Jenny?  This, I could do.  I
could make an example of you, but do you understand what that entails? 
Your fantasy wouldn't be far from the reality, just throw in a few dozen
mutts."
   "You're making me horny."
   "Shit, I don't want to do that."
   "Did I hurt you."
   "No, but the three that came after you did."
   "Sluts."
   "One wasn't.  She was tighter than hell and cried most of the way
through it."
   "But she eventually came around, right."
   "Yeah, after wearing three layers of skin off my dick.  She would have
been perfect for you, Jerry."
   "Wish I'd been there."
   "I wish you'd been there to kiss my dick and make it all better."
   Jenny eagerly offered, "He can kiss it, now.  He's dying to."
   "Yeah, and you're dying to see that, but that will wait.  I don't want
it touched.  I don't want it fondled.  I sure don't want it getting hard,
and seeing my cock in his mouth makes it get hard."
   Jenny said, "Well, it's making a wet pussy wetter.  By the way, we have
officially made this crack between my legs your pussy.  You own it, now. 
I'm his husband, your whore, church property, but the pussy is yours.  I am
totally at your disposal.  Send me in, coach, preferably naked in high
heels and a dog collar.  Heels accent my legs.  The collar accents my lowly
position in this church.  I know I gave you the wrong impression today, but
I prefer being on the bottom."
   "I'll have you looking up to real bitches and Darla will look like the
Virgin Mary next to you."
   "You're making my fucking cunt wet, now get your hands away from the
cock and make no sudden moves."
   As she started to stand up, Matt quickly raised a stop hand, crying,
"No, Jenny, please!  Honestly, I couldn't take it.  Please sit [she eased
back down] That's it.  Sit down and relax.  Let's not excite the pussy."
   "You're too late."
   "I know, but let it simmer.  Think about gardening."
   "You mean getting down on my knees in dirt where the dogs can get to
me?"
   "NO, no dogs!  Indoor gardening...in a green house."
   "With horny dogs scratching at the glass wanting at my slobbery bitch
cunt?"
   "NO, no dogs and you're dry as a bone wearing sensible cotton panties
and jeans.  You just want to prune the tomatoes."
   "And stuff a cucumber up my cunt?"
   "If it'll help, stuff a watermelon up the fucker."
   They all had a good laugh, then Jerry said, "That was close.  So, what
do you think are the chances for a good bestial rape on the dais this
Sunday?"
   "Pretty good, actually.  After last Sunday, I'd say they were ready for
that.  I need something dramatic to kick off my administration and
establish the theme.  If the Lord didn't want to see a bunch of Mormon
women and girls getting fucked by mutts, he wouldn't have made me his
Bishop.  I'm beginning to think that JD is the Lord."
   Jerry had a brilliant idea, an inspired idea.  He said, "Matt, I have a
brilliant idea, an inspired idea."
   "Let's hear it."
   "Make JD an emissary from God.  Have him there on the dais with you on
Sunday.  Introduce him as God's chosen Gentile.  Turn the whole fucking
flock over to him the way his employees do their wives and daughters. 
He'll get those bitches bred, every damn one of them.  He knows every
swinging dick in the county.  He'll turn every Mormon home into a whore
house, a free whore house that you can take your dogs to.  Throwing a
party? Need a good whore and some bestial entertainment?  Go grab yourself
a Mormon bitch and a few daughters.  You got a party."
   "Fuck, that had to come straight from Jehovah, buddy boy.  The question
is, how many Gentiles will we lose or how many will stay away from the
dunking tank?"
   Jenny offered, "You won't lose many if any.  If they're sitting in
church on Sunday after what happened last Sunday, they expect nothing less.
I wouldn't make it open season on Mormon pussy right off, but work toward
that end by letting JD and his bunch break them in one family at a time. 
Supply the names and addresses, and include the Gentiles.  After an evening
with JD and the gang, they'll be ready for a dunk in the tank."
   Jerry offered, "I doubt we'll have many Gentiles after this Sunday. 
They'll all line up for a dunk to avoid being dragged up there the
following Sunday."
   Matt agreed, "They might at that, or they'll go running home to mother
and begin filing for divorce.  I'm talking about the Gentiles who have been
dragged here by a hubby with a hardon.  Hell, most of our Mormon families
are already living this shit, if not for JD, then someone like him."
   Jenny said, "Either they did that this week or they'll never do that. 
Like I said, if they bring their cunts back to the pews, they expect to get
fucked.  If they don't get fucked, they'll be terribly disappointed.  You
should talk to your wife.  She knows what it's like to be dragged into this
church, and you should talk to her mother who had to drag a daughter.  They
are a wealth of knowledge and they both have great ideas for making the
church better and more effective.  You never ask them anything.  They don't
matter.  They're just whores, only good for fucking and making more
members. That's horseshit, but typical Mormon male thinking.  You'll grow
without their input, but with their insights, you could grow exponentially
- if you listen."
   Jerry and Matt looked to each other.  Matt said, "Out of the mouth of
babes."
   Jerry said, "She's been telling me about her discussions with Darla and
her mom.  Interesting stuff.  I listened."
   "I'd like their input.  I want a lot of input.  I'll listen.  [looking
to Jenny] We are not your typical Mormon males, Jenny.  For one, he's a
cock sucker.  I like turning human females into bitches.  As for the
church, we have drifted so far from Mormon theology in thirty years as to
make it unrecognizable even as a Mormon spin-off.  If you want to know the
truth, we are nothing more than a swinger's breeding colony masquerading
under the guise of a Mormon spin-off church.  There are no Mormons in that
church.  There's whores and men who love whores.  It's pussy heaven here on
Earth."
   Jenny said, "Speaking for those with pussy between their legs, it's dick
heaven, too.  You men seem to forget that we women love sex just as much as
you do.  You think that fucking us is a way to punish us.  Think again. 
Women won't run from this church.  They'll flock to it if you run it
right."
   "How do we run it right?"
   "Treat us all the way you treat Darla."
   "All cows?"
   "All cows, all bitches, everyone pulls their load."
   "Damn, a church full of cow bitches.  That would make a bunch of
babies."
   Jerry said, "And we could make hundreds of new friends with that many
cows, but we don't need babies, Matt.  We need new families that provide
the church with income, not old families that are so burdened with hungry
mouths that the church has to feed them."
   "True.  Cows do bring families to us, but we need cows like Jenny.  Now,
let me tell you about my brainstorm.  We need young men, schooled in the
art of seduction to go out into the world, find them, marry them, and bring
them back to us to train.  I'd like you two to head up our out-reach
program.  Develop the program, select the candidates, and school them in
the techniques.  They can practice on Jenny."
   Jenny smiled big and said, "I like the sound of that.  Can Jerry suck
their cocks?"
   "I don't care what you two do to them, just don't turn them into
queers."
   Jenny said, "You should put Darla in charge of all cows and put the new
wives with Darla.  She's very good and she's a natural leader."
   "I was thinking her mother."
   "No, Darla.  They all look to Darla, even Gail.  She sets the tone. 
What the cows are today is Darla's doing, not Gail's."
   "I had no idea."
   "Because you don't talk to her, and if you did, you wouldn't listen. 
She's just a dumb cunt, but she's not.  She is very bright and she knows
people.  She won me over and she taught Jeffrey.  Actually, he won me over.
She's great with kids and she's good with animals, too.  Darla is awesome,
Mathew."
   "I'm glad you told me.  I'll talk to her and listen.  Did you say
Jeffrey won you over?  I thought I did."
   "I hate to burst your bubble, but you were getting nowhere until Jeffrey
broke through my defenses.  After that, your task became easy.  You still
took for fucking ever.  They should have made Jeffrey Bishop.  That boy
knows how to treat a woman.  If he had a decent dick he'd be deadly. 
Fortunately, he always brings one on a leash.  He's deadly by proxy."
   "That's my boy - I think."
   Jerry turned to Jenny and said, "You hear that a great deal in this
church."
   "I know.  How could anyone be sure when the women are told that any dick
will do, that the important thing is to always keep fresh sperm in the
pussy.  You don't tell a woman that if you want your kids to look like you.
We'll get all the sperm we can and let the sperm cells fight it out.  Let
the best man win.  That's nature's way, the way it should be, and the way
we'd like it to be.  In a perfect world, when a female ovulates, she should
be subjected to a ritual gang bang then hung by her heels with a cunt full
of mixed sperm."
   Matt obviously liked that idea and said, "Are you being facetious?"
   "No, I'm very serious.  That, by the way, was Darla's idea.  The gals
love it - cows and non-cows alike.  Even the Gentiles show interest in that
idea.  Talk to Darla, Matt.  She can tell you exactly what we want."
   "I'll do that.  In fact, I'll do that right now.  [getting up] If you
two will excuse me, I'll fuck with you later."
   Jenny called out as he headed for the door, "Don't pull this shit again,
Mathew."
   He paused in the open door wearing a smile and said, "This won't ever
happen again.  You have my word."
   With that, he took his leave and Jerry took her hands, leaning forward
to say, "You are something else, Jenny."
   "I know.  So is he.  So are you.  So is Darla, and damnit, I think I'm
as bisexual as you are.  God, she makes me horny for pussy."
   "I see a foursome in our future."
   "Then we need a bigger bed in our future.  Shit, Jerry, if you had
threesomes in mind, why the hell did you buy a queen size bed?"
   "So we'd all be squeezed together."
   "Humm, good thinking...dumb ass."
   "Me a dumb ass!  You call me a dumb ass and you go off to see a Bishop
with a half-shaved pussy.  Talk about a dumb ass.  What kind of wannabe
whore shaves half her pussy?"
   She smiled and said, "You got me there.  That was dumb, but I'll remedy
that situation.  You find us a king size bed, or you'll be the one that
gets squeezed off of the queen."
   "That sucks."
   "Not from the floor it doesn't.  If you want to be a player, you have to
be on the field."
   "One king sized bed coming right up."
   They both sat back smiling, deep in thought.  Jenny was first to break
the silence, saying, "Where do you think this church will be two years from
now?"
   "All over the parking lot with seating for three thousand.  I'm very
optimistic.  Matt will listen, and his idea to send out young men to hunt
brides is worthy of inspired genius."
   "Yes, we know that works.  You do know how to seduce a girl.  Have you
thought about the perfect profile in your target brides?"
   "Sure.  Stand and turn to the side."
   "I mean, personality profile.  Do you want them all to be like me, or
are you looking for variety?"
   "I think the guys should pick what they like, but the girls need to be
like you, decent girls, good girls, intelligent girls, educated, good
breeding stock.  Dumb blonde bimbos are out.  Jesus freaks are out.  The
libbers are out.  Girls that are too deeply rooted or tied to apron strings
are out.  Girls who hate dogs are out.  Frigid girls are out, but so are
nymphos and whores."
   "All that makes sense, but don't you severely limit the field?  Most
girls prefer cats over dogs.  That eliminates over half right there."
   "I said hates dogs.  One in ten hates dogs.  They'd never like it here.
There's no point in bringing them here."
   "Agreed, and you're right.  I'm one who preferred cats over dogs, but I
didn't hate dogs.  I think you are leaving one important ingredient out -
religious tolerance and a willingness to participate in a church they don't
believe in.  Had I not been that way, I would never have worked out.  As I
said, the church won me over.  We have to get them in the church so Darla
can work her magic."
   "Good point.  How do we test for that?"
   "Talk about religion, and when the guy talks about marriage, he makes it
understood that he wants a wife that will at least join him in church if
not join the church.  I came into this marriage with that understanding and
felt compelled to participate, to do volunteer work, and attend functions,
to be part of the church community.  That understanding needs to be rock
solid.  You didn't do that.  I could have begged off.  I almost did.  It's
a fucking freaky church, Jerry, and it'll be a much freakier church that
they first enter.  They should be prepared, hopefully intrigued before they
go getting on a plane.  You didn't prepare me for the way it really was.  I
felt deceived, suckered, lured, used.  I almost left you before the first
month was up."
   "You're absolutely right.  I felt it.  How prepared should they be?  If
we tell it like it is, who'd board a plane.  If the guys were to say we'll
keep you barefoot and pregnant until your womb gives out, use you like
whores, and share you with mutts, I doubt that will go over very well with
our target group females."
   "It won't if you say we'll keep you, etc., etc., but if you say we keep
our women, that excludes her.  She is not one of your women and has no
intention of becoming one.  She won't give a rat's ass how you treat your
women.  She should be amused and want to see this for herself.  I wanted to
see all those pregnant women and girls nursing babies in church.  I wanted
to see bare breasts in church.  I wish you had told me about lap dancing,
all the foreplay going on in the pews, all the milling about and
socializing during the service, teenage kids nursing on their mothers while
they fuck some guy, mothers helping a daughter get a fat dick in a tight
pussy.  I would want to see that just like I'd like to watch a Rabbi
circumcise a baby or an African native perform a cliterectomy on a girl
when she enters puberty.  I don't approve, but if they're going to do that
anyway, I'd like to watch a girl lose her clit to a razor blade without
anesthesia.  Call it morbid, but I would."
   "I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right."
   "Damn right I'm right, and tell them about the mutts.  I would have come
just to see that."
   "Should they be told the story of what happened to the Gentile bride who
after a year still refused baptism and was dragged up on the dais, stripped
naked, and raped by several mutts until she turned bitch."
   "Humm, I'll have to think about that one.  That is exciting stuff, but
it does tip our hand and give notice and a time limit.  We'll let you watch
for a year, but then you have to shit or get off the pot.  That would scare
some away but clinch the deal for others.  The ones that frighten off
probably wouldn't respond well to conditioning, and the ones who see this
as a challenge probably will respond.  That might be a very good litmus
test."
   "How would you have reacted to that story?"
   "Definitely as a challenge.  In fact, I became aware of the challenge
early on.  I knew what you people were after two weeks after arrival.  I
stayed on because of the challenge.  I was determined to beat you if I
stayed ten years.  I did pretty good - nine months and three weeks.  Then I
met Jeffrey and that god damn sexy mutt.  I knew I was fucked after that.
It was just a matter of time."
   "So we go with the story."
   "Yes, I think that would be wise.  Let's lay it all out, throw down the
challenge, and see who takes the bait.  I'll tell you what.  The way things
are now, I don't see anyone going more than thirty days.  I didn't last two
weeks after the cows started fucking mutts, and that started off real slow,
one or two a day.  It's now one or two dozen, and by the time our first
bride arrives, who knows, fifty?  a hundred?  How long can a woman be
around that much bestiality and not want in on the action.  Who will
control Jeffrey, or JD?  They'll see more shit in one day than I saw in two
weeks."
   "Look at how the services are now.  All that sex going on has to make a
girl horny."
   "It does, Jerry, it does, but don't sit the brides up front.  Put them
in the middle of all that shit.  From what I hear, the lap dancing isn't
covered anymore.  It's lap fucking, now."
   "It is.  The dress gets bunched above the waist with both titties hauled
out.  They're just getting fucked on a guy's lap, now.  Those watching a
lap dance are watching a cock do its thing in a pussy or a pussy doing its
thing on a cock.  We have kids crawling all over to get the flea's eye view
of procreation."
   "If I had been where I could see that, I would have been lap fucking
Matt's brains out eight weeks ago - you morons."
   "We thought you liked showing your pussy.  We placed you where you could
do that best."
   "It was good for that.  You know, Jerry, I think we can build one hell
of a church under Matt's leadership."
   "So do I.  Too bad he can only serve one two-year term."
   "That's dumb.  When you have good leadership, you should keep it."
   "Yeah, plus whatever he builds will be divided and sub-divided."
   "WHAT!"
   "The mother church in Boise likes to keep congregations under
five-hundred.  When we near a thousand, we'll get split."
   "That sucks."
   "It sucks big time.  We've gone through that twice with these people,
and I've been through it three times as a regular Mormon.  A split is
always sad, but it's gut wrenching in a Jehovah community.  These people
have relationship networks that reach all through the fabric of the
community.  Families get blended and woven, then ripped apart by a council
two-hundred miles away based on the geographic location of the new church
and who lives closest."
   "I say we spin-off.  Fuck `em."
   "What do you mean, we, Gentile bitch?"
   "Okay, you.  I say you stupid mother fuckers should form your own church
and give it a sexy name, like the Church of the Blessed Womb.  Design it to
look and grow like a pregnant belly into one large self-sustaining, Utopian
community that will eventually dwarf Boise and Salt Lake City.  When you
find a group within the community that want to go off and make their own
CBW community, support them and help them get started, like planting a seed
in a fertile womb.  I picture massive dome communities dotting the
countryside like Super Domes only much bigger.  Gentiles drive by and go,
`I wonder what it's like in there.' Government officials drive by and go,
`Sure wish we could get in there and regulate that.' Cops cruise around and
go, `I'd give my left nut to be a cop in that joint.  I wonder what you
have to do to join.' and his partner says, `Ten to one they want both nuts.
I fucked a CBW bitch once.  It's fucking worth it.' The other says, `Can a
guy still fuck without nuts?' His partners says, `You tell me.  Can you?'
The guy gets all..."
   Jenny had Jerry thinking or deep in fantasy.  She said, "Hello.  Earth
to Jerry.  Come in, Jerry.  Your bowl of cock juice is ready."
   He looked to her and smiled warmly, stood and cupped her head in both
hands, now beaming, "You fucking brilliant babe!  I have to catch Matt and
then we need to round up the elders and a few others.  Don't expect me in
before midnight.  I may stay out all night."
   He kissed her and was off at a trot.  She called out, "What do I do?"
   "I'll send Darla, Jeffrey, and their Golden Retriever over.  Go bed
shopping.  Try it out.  See if it'll handle four.  Gotta go.  Bye."
   * * *
   In the year 2020, CBW Utopias dotted the land, and the land around them
was a wasteland.  It would be another decade before the Earth cleansed and
rejuvenated itself, but the seeds of new life were safe in their wombs. 
These humanoids wouldn't be as dumb as the last batch.  One would think a
wise creator inspired Utopia Domes.  The CBW's thought so and made Jenny an
object of worship, something on the order of a Virgin Mary, which galled
her, but she now realized that humans, even these new humans needed
something to worship, so she'd roam around naked in a jewel-studded dog
collar, and stop to let them kneel to kiss her Holy Pussy.  Beats shucking
oysters in a sports bar.
   The End
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sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
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are because they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
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