Please be patient with my English since i'm not a native.
If you are bothered by religious themes or a critical perspective on the Christian religion, don't read it. If not: Have fun!
Constructive criticism is welcome.
It was clear she never again would be able to deny herself to touch and suck such a glorious piece of meat. Not that she would have been able to rationally comprehend what it was that fascinated her so much, but she couldn’t help to just adore it. The softness of the skin, the radiating heat, the pulsing blood vessels, the smell and taste, the beautiful spear-like form crowned by its head, the fact that it gave both life and such a vile thing as piss through the same exit and of course that it gave its owner so much pleasure that it was almost impossible to control… All these things together and probably much more made her adore the phallus in front of her. Never ever had she felt such reverence when she prayed to God as she felt now rubbing her face all over the foreigner’s wonderful cock. She tried to feel it with every inch of her skin, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her ears, her forehead, and finally again with her lips. The guy usually was no patient man but the passion this gorgeous woman in front of him was showing to his cock was just too intense to deny. “These Christian women are really well-trained to show reverence.”, he pondered with a broad smile as he relaxed and enjoyed the religious slut doing her worship.
Rachel felt alive like she couldn’t remember ever feeling. Her pussy was dripping and as much as she enjoyed to revel in feeling the guy’s cock she knew she had to go on. Her lips parted and the phallus naturally found its way inside her mouth. She again started to eagerly suck it and massaged along its beautiful texture. Soon however the urge to have it deeper inside of her overwhelmed her. Though she lacked the experience to do so, she tried to swallow it down her throat. The first two attempts she didn’t succeed, but she wanted it too much to easily give up. On her third attempt she felt her throat widen and accept the thick penis deep inside her. The beautiful thought of having her head impaled by this vile instrument of lust overpowered even her gag reflex. The guy obviously enjoyed her treatment and again started to fuck her throat. She absolutely loved it. “Would it only be possible to do it forever.”, she thought, but soon she felt the lack of oxygen bothering her and she knew the next step had to be made. In the back of her head however she preserved the thought that she couldn’t imagine a better way to die one day than to suffocate from a big, gorgeous cock.
The biker guy was amazed by the woman’s sex drive and her obvious talent to make their sexual encounter an unforgettable moment. Usually, he was the dominant one, but this woman was just too much to control, and she vibrated with such certainty about how to mold her lust into action that he could do no more than to marvel and to react. Even when he started to fuck her throat, he didn’t feel like being in control but rather like being absorbed by her obvious libido. The whole scene even felt like a spiritual happening in reverence to pure lust with him in fact just being an instrument and the mysterious foreign woman filled with great unholy authority. However he had been a Satanist for too long to let himself get rattled by being just an instrument, on the contrary, he was confident how to play his part and he fucking loved it, loved his cock head spearing through her gorge, loved her throat enveloping and rubbing the skin of his cock, loved her tongue swirling around his shaft and hitting his balls, loved the sounds of her pleasure, loved her face getting red and even violet from the lack of air, loved the spirit of lust taking absolute control.
Suddenly she pushed him back, struggling for air for just a few seconds, before attacking him in a new way. She jumped on him, wrapping her slim legs around his hips, pinching his dick between his body and her gorgeous pussy and badgering his mouth with her tongue again. “Get us the fuck inside!”, she moaned and instantly felt him carry her inside the cabin like she was a little doll. Inside she felt herself pushed on the floor on a thick, soft carpet, but before the guy could hover over her as he intended to do to finally take her, she was quickly slipping away under him and instantly over him to push him on the ground. He gladly let it happen and she didn’t hesitate to kneel over him. He loved the sight of her gorgeous tits firmly hanging over him, taking each of them in one of his big strong hands. She moaned eagerly, took his stiff phallus in her hands and aligned it solemnly against her most intimate opening. Slowly she rubbed it over her vaginal lips and her clitoris feeling mad with desire and lust. Just when she was about to lower herself onto the object of her desire, she realized the statue standing only two yards in front of her on a shelf on the wall, about twenty inches tall hovering over the scene of their lust. It was jet-black with huge horns crowning a head like a goat with a wicked glare. His torso emanated power. His right hand was upheld, as were two of its fingers in a greeting of authority, while the left arm was outstretched pointing to the floor. His legs were arranged in a cross-seat leaving his loins in the central position. They were adorned with a huge black phallus. A Baphomet statue, an idol for the devil himself. Rachel had seen pictures of the Baphomet shown in her church as an example of abominations spreading through nowadays culture. Back then she was repulsed by it, now however… as she realized who she was kneeling before, she felt a huge rush in her abdominal area spreading like a wave of wild fire through her whole body. She felt almost torn up by being alive. The cock on her intimate entrance felt like glowing embers. In a flash of realization she knew, what she was about to do would rip her out of her Christian self. She didn’t hesitate at all, in fact she reveled in this moment of corrupted culmination, as she felt every fiber of her body and somehow even her soul vibrate. She lowered herself on the gorgeous phallus, alternately taking into view the Baphomet and the beautiful penis while its head parted her labia. Yesss! This - was - it! This was life! She finally had found what she silently had been craving for years. The cock felt absolutely wonderful entering her pussy deeper and deeper. Her vaginal skin welcomed the pulsing flesh, enthusiastically enveloping it. When it was finally completely inside her, Rachel screamed with pure lust as she exploded in a lifechanging orgasm. She began to move her hips, riding on waves of pleasure, feeling the cock moving in and out of her. The waves didn’t stop for a long time. Amazed she gave herself to minutes long waves of fulfilled desire. The guy below her was completely absorbed by her transcendent lust not daring to come and disturbing her obviously otherworldly climax. When he felt her calming down however, he couldn’t hold back any more and shot huge splashes of come into her womb, all the while moaning “Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!” Rachel wasn’t astonished by his words. After all he had a Baphomet statue in his home. She was astonished though that they didn’t bother her. In fact they expressed perfectly what she felt: An abundance of beautiful, corrupted joy. “Hail Satan!” She replied with a wicked smile and reverently bowed down before the Baphomet while her necklace awkwardly entangled in itself with the cross suddenly hanging upside down. “Hail Satan!”