Ohno! he'd come. She'd known he would. She froze in her tracks, not sure if she should turn around. No! dont' do that, his eyes will catch yours and you'll be lost! I'm already lost! his voice! it drives me insane! So she remianed still, his footsteps echoing off the high ceiling as he walked to her, slowly. She coudl hear him breathing, her own breath growing very deep and heavy, the heat was beginning to return between her legs, pulsating, she had to close her eyes. NO! Dont' do that! You'll lose!

"Don't tun from me now, you know that you're alone here and you know you want what I can give you... so sit your sexy ass down on that pew and let me play with that lovely hair of yours."

Oh hell, he was right behind her now, his voice and breath brushing her earlobe, causing a warmth to grow inside of her until it threatened to kill her with longing and want. "Tell me that you don't want this.. that the thought of me pushing myself inside of you, deep inside of you doesn't make you wet, doesnt' make you pulsate with life. It makes your nipples hard, I can see that. OH you are excited... you've stopped breathing Mrs. Wisham. Trust me, you'll get what you want" he grabs her hair roughly and spins her around to look at him, "But only after I get what I want. now sit down."

Not knowing what else to do, she sits on the pew, fumbling to make sure she doesn't sit on the armrest. He laced his hands through her hair and pressed her cheek against his thigh* "you see this?? YOu feel this?" He presses his erection right against her lips. It is large and heavy, so hard she thinks, I did this. "You did this to me. I've wanted you since I saw you, bitch, now i'm gonna have you. Unzip my pants and take it out."

He watches with obvious enjoyment as she reaches her tembling hands up, to take him out,unzipping him slwoly, reaching into his pants and takes him out slowly, her short breaths falling on the enlarged head of his cock. Her breath quickens as his hand laces deeper into her hair and the tip of his cock is pressed closer to her lips. "Suck it you bitch, you know you want it, so do it. NOW!" At that he pushes his cock deep into her mouth, grunting as her teeth graze his length all the way down. "Ohgod yes bitch" Both of his hands were in her hair now, his hips moving his cock in and out of her mouth, he was grunting and groaning, one hand stealing form her hair to roughly grab her breasts through her shirt. He was pinchign her nipples, he ripped off her top, bearing her breasts to him. "keep sucking whore, keep sucking ohgodyes!!!!!" He came fast, she wasnt' prepared for it and she started choking on it, he jerked himself out of her mouth and finished on her chest, cumming in hard foreceful spurts. "that's a good girl.. do you want you're turn now?" She nods softly, still watching him with amazement, all that cum and he's still so large, she reaches up to touch his cock, fascinated by him, but he quickly smacks her hand away. "Rub the cum in, baby.. rub it into your skin and then tell me how much you want me."

having done as he said, she looks up at him, "I want you. Ohgod I've wanted you since I first saw you watching me.. i'm so wet.... you have to take me.. now...please Harry."

He chuckled and pikced her up, ripping her skirt off of her body, leaving her only in her thongs. He shoved his fingers up into her through the material, pinching her throbbing clit and rubbing it. he chuckled at hearing her gasp, pickingher skinny body up and carrying her up onto the alter, pushing aside the candles there and layign her down. "you want what I can give you, don't you woman? You want it badly. YOu're very wet for me... it pleases me that I can do that for you. You like what i can do for you, don't you? C'mon woman, you can tell me... Tell me you want me, bitch."

"I want you... you know that I do. I'm desperate for you, please Harry. Please.. pleas fuck me... I need it.. ohgod i'm so wet." She was so wet now, just squirming on the alter, her hands up above her head, her breasts moving with her, her nipples hard,bruised from his earlier pinchings. "please harry, please." Her pussy was growing wetter, her legs hanging loosely on each side of the alter, the thongs she wore underneath saturated with her wetness.

"Oh yeah little one, I'll fuck you.. but not just yet." He rips her panties off and grabs one of the ceremonial cnadles, holding ehr hands baover her head with his one hand, he shoves the candle up into her toight cunt hard. He laughs as she lts out a startled and pained gasp, her hips rising above the table. "That's a good little whore, you liek that huh? You like what I give you, dont' you baby? don't you?"

"yes.. yes.. you know that I do.. please Harry please..." She was squirmign as he kept thrusting the candle in and out of her tight wet cunt, he laughed as she clenched and unclenched her fingers around his hand, tehn, just as swiftly as he stuck the candle it, he took it out, and laughed at her protests. "You want more, don't you baby? Don't you?" He kept taunting her, holding her down by his sheer force and power, taking his hand and slapping her pussy hard, spanking her. "YOu're a naughty girl, aren't you? Aren't you? Beg me for it, bitch. Beg me for it."

"PLEASE!!!!" her hips are jerking now, whimpering and twisting her body with each slap on her cunt, gasping at the feeling of his hard, work-calloused hand landing on her clit and rubbing, stinging. " PLEASE!!! Please harry!! pelase!!!"

"Alright Mrs. Wisham, you got your wish." He pulls her roughly to the edge of the alter, thrusting his once more hardened cock all the way into her, thrusting like an animal, the rectory resounding with the sounds of their thighs meeting, of her screams and his grunts. He keeps going, fuckingher harder and faster, his thrust going deeper, causing her back to arch, her legs to wrap around his body and pull him closer, harder, faster. Nobody woudl have been able to stop them. The animal need was too great. He finally lets go with a howl, pulling out and shooting his cum all over her body and some on the alter, he jams his entire fist into her cunt, fisting her until she cums a few seconds later, finally he pulls off of her, pulling her up and wiping his hand on the alter covering.

"Get dressed, your husband will be home soon, Mrs. Wisham. I'll see you next week, same time, at my bar." And he turned and walked away, leaving her there, crumpled on the steps to the alter, gathering up her clothes.

Oh yes, he'd see her next week, they both knew it. But what he didn't know was, he wasn't going tolike what she brought with her. Mrs. Wisham grinned as she got dressed, and then ran to the phone to call her brother.