It always seems that Summer is the best time to spread the good word of the Lord, one leg at a time.
Don't you hate it when people come to your door to push or sell you something? This story is a fantasy about what happens when they come to the wrong house.
I had seen them before. The male I was familiar with. The last time or two though, I had seen him with a woman, I assumed that it was his wife but as I usually did, I ignored the constant ringing of the bell. This time I decided to play it a little differently.
I invited them inside against my better judgement but this time I had a plan.
I recognized the man, but the woman was new to this neighborhood.
Opening it, I looked the two of them over quickly. The woman was in her early thirties, knee length skirt and wide hips. She wore a white almost see through blouse with a cream-colored bra, far too small for the size of her breasts which were large and clearly visible through the thin material, that she was obviously trying to show off.
She was relatively cute shoulder length auburn hair with bangs over her forehead just above her big green eyes. She worn a pair of outdated large rim glasses that gave her an aurora of innocence. I suspected that she was anything but innocent.
"Sorry not interested in anything you're selling," I said immediately using my usual line with solicitors and started to close the door on them.
"Oh," the woman said. "We aren't selling anything, she said before the man with her had a chance to open his mouth.
"Then why are you here?"
"We are anxious to tell you about the good works of the Lord.
"Sorry again but I'm not very religious. I started to close the door again. She had stepped closer to the door and that's when I began to get a closer look at her. The midmorning heat had made her sweat, and the moisture soaked into her bra making her large nipples clearly visible. She wore a knee length skirt that seem much too thick for the outside temperature.
Nice smile, cute and her nipples were harder than I noticed before.
"Oh, but this wouldn't take much of your time at all," she insisted.
I made a motion to look at my watch and the man said, "Oh, but this will not take that long. Just a few minutes of your day." He rushed the words thinking I would close the door on them again.
Well, the woman was cute. I could easily picture her naked, which is how I saw most women. This one was shorter than her partner and could easily been mistaken for his daughter. Not overweight but very curvy and lush looking in all the right places.
The man looked to be in his late forties, balding and gaunt looking, with a thin mustache hiding under his rather large nose. I wondered, briefly, just how the two of them met much less found an attraction to each other, and since they were out on a Sunday afternoon, spreading the Gospel, I took it that they must be man and wife.
The only church I knew about in this area insisted for safety and moral reason, that a couple out preaching must be married.
I paused then invited them in just for fun. After all, I really had nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. What harm could a little midsummer morning preaching do?
They introduced themselves as Joyce and Allen as members of the Assembly of God and accepted the offer of the large couch.
They sat and immediately, Joyce launched into the preprepared monologue that had been fed to her by the pastor of their church.
She looked pleasantly attractive, and her figure and pretty features had my attention from the start. All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind.
After talking in the first few minutes, I discovered that they were from the same church that I had once belonged to before I divorced my wife.
I invited them in, closed the door behind them and showed them to the large couch. They sat on the sofa leaving a noticeable gap between the two of them. I looked her up and down as they gave me pamphlets and started in on the, "Jesus being our savior" routine.
I had heard years of this same style of preaching and knew it almost by heart. It certainly didn't hurt to enjoy a little eye candy while I listened to them drone on about the Holy Spirit.
And they continued to preach at me all the while staring at the woman's large breasts and deep cleavage as she had left the top button open. As I said, they didn't seem to match up physically but the church they belonged to allowed street preachers to do what they did only as long as they were a married couple.
I sat in the easy chair opposite them and listened and stared, while was starting to see the possibilities for the two of them. There was a small coffee table with a basket of sweets in the middle and a small arrangement of flowers beside it.
So I sat there, imagining her naked, getting bent over the end of the small table in front of her husband, spreading those shapely legs wide and forcing my cock into her as she husband watched, then filling her tight ass, forcing her husband to shove his cock into her sweet mouth.
"I'm sorry," I said, "could repeat that last sentence, I guess I missed it." I noticed that she was blushing slightly. Maybe she saw that my gaze had been fixed on her chest for the last fifteen minutes.
"God has plans for all of us, plans that we don't know about until the very last minute and only he knows what they are, plans that only he knows but he wants us to follow them no matter who they come from or when they arrive." She smiled widely after giving that speech, seeming a bit flustered and it was then that I knew exactly what I was going to do for the rest of the afternoon.
"You are so right my dear," Gods plans are made to follow otherwise, why would he direct us to them? In fact even if they are made at the last minute and completely unexpected, we follow his direction, am I right?"
"Yes you are," she said quickly, her pretty blue eyes lighting up.
Her husband, on the other hand, looked somewhat bored and probably wished her was somewhere else, interjected a thought or two every few minutes but seemed to spend most of the time looking at her knees.
Then finally after almost an hour of listing to them thumping the Bible, chapter and verse nonstop, which was about to drive me crazy, I stood.
I had a game plan now and at the moment, a great view down the front of her blouse.
If you will excise me for a moment." I left my chair and left the room, glancing back for a moment as the two of them talked together.
Now I had guns in the house, and I could have forced that scenario into existence, but I had a better, more family-oriented idea.
I knew that I was going to do something to them, but I hadn't made up my mind what.
There in the closet, top shelf, was my gun, a nice hefty, 9mm Ruger, sitting on a large metal box. The box was a small safe in which I kept some loose cash, not being a great believer in either God or the current banking system.
Easy enough to grab, force the bitch to strip, and fuck her right in front of her dense husband who seemed to be there just as a showpiece. Instead, I opted for the metal box.
An event like this called for a little subtle persuasion.
Walking back into the room, I apologized for the interruption. I placed the box at my feet, watching them stare at it briefly, then launch back into the sanctimonious dribble that they had started the late morning with. That's when I noticed that Joyce had the second button on her blouse open. Maybe she wasn't as demure and shy as she let on.
Well, this was going to be easier than I thought.
Then as I eased myself into my chair and started asking questions.
Funny thing about true believers in God. All od his promised rewards only came to you, after you die. If so, why are people so afraid to die?"
I asked that question and they both stared at me, with no answered forthcoming.
"Do you think that God has a reward for you in the now, doing his work and spreading his teachings?"
The question seemed earnest enough to them although both looked at each other somewhat confused, then back at me as though I alone had the answered and depth of religion to answer that. It was like asking a first grader about quantum mechanics and string theory.
So I bluffed.
"What exactly does the Lord promise in this life that he gave you both?"
"He promises everlasting life?" Joyce said.
