Thank you Lady D for your help.
Jack sat in the plush velvet chair with his head lowered; the sweet sounds of the church choir filled his ears. His long, thick black hair fell across his closed dark eyes. He held the thick; leather covered Bible in his hardened hands. Hands that only ten years ago were used to kill anyone that stood in the way of completing a mission. Now, the hands were used to save people and bring them to GOD.
The sweet song ended and Jack walked his solid six foot two inch tall body to the pulpit and began his Sunday sermon. After his sermon on saving lost people ended he went back to his chair and thought to himself that he really wasn't doing anything to help the lost people in the world, only the rich and snobby people in his church. He needed to go to the city and save people there. That was his dream when he went to the Lord, not nursing a bunch of rich hypocrites. The choir sang another of Jacks' favorite songs and he thought back to when he met his wife.
He drifted back in time to the night he met her...
He was in Seminary College when he met his wife, Hillary, in a singles bar. He and others from the Seminary College were spreading the word of the Lord. At the time she was so sweet and full of love.
The men young men from the Seminary walked into the dim lit bar, hard Rock music came from the jukebox. Smoke rushed from the open door and out into the night. Couples were snuggled together; some danced while others just talked. A few rough looking men were in the back of the bar were playing a game of pool. The kind of men just last year Jack would be fighting with to see who was the best man.
That's when Jack saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life sitting alone under a neon beer sign. Jack walked towards her. "Hello." Jack said to the beautiful woman. Her soft auburn hair lay across her thin shoulders. "Can I sit with you a minute?" he asked the very sexy looking young lady. All the time his dark brown eyes were filled with her low cut see-through blouse that covered her white body. Her firm pointed breasts were the envy of every woman in the bar.
She smiled at him seeing his eyes glued to her pride and joy. She had gotten anything she ever wanted with her warm smile and her wonderful breasts. "Sure handsome, have a seat." She looked over the tall dark man and it sent a rush between her lonesome legs.
"We're here spreading the word of the Lord and to invite you out to the college for a wonderful Sunday of preaching, a big Bar-B-Q and a dance this Sunday." He said, moving his eyes to hers. He could feel blood blast to his large member. He hadn't been with a woman in two years.
She smiled thinking of herself with a bunch of 'Bible thumpers' as she called them. Living in the town a person got used to the constant harassing from the men at the Seminary. "Well, Sir, you haven't even told me your name and you want me to go out to your all's Bar-B-Q and dance." she paused for a second. "Aren't you a little old to be a running around with all them little boys? " She said giving him a wink with one of her big, blue eyes. She was only 22 years old herself, but she loved being with an older man.
He laughed when she said 'little boys' that's what he called them. He felt like their big brother and in some cases, their Dad, he was so much older. "I'm Jack Watson. Yes, I'm older than them, I got a late start."
"I'll say you did." She smiled again looking at his face wondering what was inside this good-looking man. "What if a girl showed up late, missing all the preaching and just came for the cook out and to see a very handsome man. Would you all mind?"
Her words made his long penis strain to free its self from his jeans. She wanted to come and see him. "I wouldn't mind that at all." A big grin filled his face and more blood somehow found it's way into his now throbbing member. "By the way, what's your name?" he asked giving her firm breasts another quick look.
"I'm Hillary Young." She replied looking at his eyes on her breasts. "Mr. Jack, my face is up here." She teased him as he enjoyed the view on her delightful breasts. She just loved it when a man looked at her this way and this man had to have been horny as hell being out at the Seminary so long. He would give her the hard loving making session she longed for so much.
Jacks' face was bright red. "I'm ummm, I'm ummm sorry." He stuttered, feeling like a little boy that had been caught looking up his teachers' dress.
"Oh Mr. Jack, it's quite all right. I just love a good-looking man looking at me." She gave him another of her sexy winks and she felt like she had wet her new panties he turned her on so much.
"JACK! LET'S GO!" one of the students yelled across the noisy bar.
Jack had a disappointed look on his face. "Well, I guess I have to go now, Hillary. Will I see you Sunday?" Jack asked slowly standing up. He was hoping she would come to the seminary.
"Mr. Jack, wild horses couldn't keep me away!" she told him looking at the huge swelling in his pants. It looked like a baseball bat with a big apple at the end of it. She had always been a good teaser and his massive erection she knew she had teased him well...
Once again the choir ended their heavenly song and Jack walked back to the pulpit. "I'd like to thank you all for coming this Sunday and remember that there won't be a service tonight. Brother William, will you dismiss us please?"
2.
After church Jack stood by the door telling all the church members good-bye. Each one paused to tell Jack how much they enjoyed his sermon, but he knew they were just glad to get out of church. When everyone had left he locked the large church and headed to the car.
Hillary stood by their brand new BMW. "What and the 'fuck' was that all about?" she snapped at him giving him her usual hateful look. She sucked the cigarette blowing the smoke into Jacks' face.
"What was what?" he replied. "Do you mind not using that word, please!" he fanned the smoke from his face; she knew he hated her smoking but she kept doing it out of spite. The last few years she would do anything she could think of to make Jack mad.
