I wanted a man to corrupt.John was a Christian.I decided he was the ideal man to corrupt.He went to Church every Sunday.Every Saturday he stood around...on the High Street with a placard saying"Gays will burn in hell" and he handed out tracts.I started dating him.One Sunday morning I said to him:"The Church is full of hypocrites."He asked what I meant.I said:"The Church is full of people pretending to be what they are not." Prove it." John replied"Prove you are not. If I prove that a word. ‘Don’t!’ She didn’t heed his warning and he was lost to the sensations of her climax, mingled with his own release. Just as her pussy clamped around her fingers, a thick string of semen spurted from his tortured prick, spraying his chest once, twice, three times. His eyes were filled with the rubescence of blood and it was several minutes before he returned to present time, to the sun cracking the dark shell of the sky and allowing the golden yolk to flow over the world below. His fangs. Dad started it at midnight on that first day by using his strap on both of us and fucking us side by side, first thrusting into one and then the other. He did it several times each day and frequently used the strap for the pleasure of hearing us cry. After the first week he offered us to his friends and then a couple of the boys from Engineering took me to the field behind the sheds and fucked me there on two lunchtimes. I just let them do it and didn’t complain that I’d been forced. There. Pop had offered to buy her a new car, but she turned him down. They followed the others up to the house. She got out and closed the gate behind them all. Rick pulled up to the house, and this time Billy carried her inside and up to bed. Rick took the tractor and trailer back down to the barn. Both Moms and Betty were upstairs with Cathy. Billy admitted that he and Rick had given her another DP last night, on top of both of them fucking her twice apiece. Mom had said it was no wonder she had.