Preacher's Virgin Seduction (Book 1 of "Wild Sex at the Religious Retreat")

By Pornelope

Pastor Quetzel has an incredibly strong sex drive, and it takes a lot to satisfy him. But his normal sex partner isn’t at the religious retreat, and he’s going absolutely crazy! How can he survive an entire week without having sex at least two or three dozen times? Then he realizes sexy Aziza may be the answer to all his prayers. Has the perpetually horny preacher finally met his sexual match?

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In one corner of the spacious cavern, thick pillows circled a low table. Two long-stemmed wine glasses had already been laid out, and a bottle of expensive wine was breathing nearby. Where the back wall curved into a natural alcove, he’d painstakingly hauled up a queen-sized bed and assembled it. Satiny sheets glistened in the flickering light. A thick down-filled quilt was turned down invitingly.

Aziza gulped hard. “It looks like a...” Then she carefully changed what she’d been about to say. “You sleep here?” she asked instead, and her voice emerged husky.

He’d have given his next ten climaxes to know what she’d been about to say. “Sometimes,” he said casually. “Other times I come up here during the day and read books. Would you like a glass of wine?” He gestured courteously at the low table, then led her over to it.

“I’m not allowed to drink.” She looked almost afraid, as if refusing his offer was worthy of punishment.

“All right.” He didn’t push her; instead he simply settled onto his cushion and poured two glasses. “Tell me about your grandfather’s customs, then. Is it true women are forbidden to show their faces in public?”

The sparkle left her dark eyes. “Yes, it’s still true in many places. And we can still be stoned for disobeying any man who commands us to do...anything. Even a woman’s fiancé isn’t supposed to see her face before the wedding ceremony.”

“Or anything else, I presume.” Disgust colored Miguel’s deep voice. “How is he supposed to know whether he’s marrying a pretty girl or an ugly hag?”

She giggled suddenly, and sank down beside him. “Oh, there are ways,” she admitted with an impish little grin. “The veil is very easy to remove. Girls practice in their rooms so they can tease their betrothed with a quick glimpse without getting caught. It’s one of the ways a woman can let a man know she welcomes his interest.”

“Really!” Fascinated, he nudged her glass a little closer and sipped his own again. “How else can she show him?”

“Well...” She hesitated a moment. Men were never supposed to know such things. But then again, Pastor Q wasn’t like other men. Right from the beginning, he’d intrigued her. She knew American girls rarely found older men attractive, but every time she saw him, her skin tingled. And every time he smiled at her or touched her, slick wetness glided between her thighs and she felt so empty and aching inside!

If she’d had a veil, she’d have gladly flashed him with it. But she had no veil, and the ways American girls flirted were still a mystery to her. How could she show this strong, virile man she ached to feel his big hands on her body, teaching her untold delights?

She could start by answering his questions, she decided. And if it pleased him, she’d drink the forbidden wine he’d poured her. What could it really hurt? They were all alone here...her pulse quickened even more at the exciting realization...and no one would ever know.

Had the huge bulge in his pants been for her? She’d longed to touch it, and see if it was really as big as it had looked. Surely it couldn’t be! How could any man really have a...

Even in the privacy of her own mind, she couldn’t use the raunchy word she’d heard some of the girls say.

No, surely it couldn’t be that big! It would tear a girl apart when he...

She grabbed her glass and drank deeply to hide the fiery blush that warmed her cheeks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Sep 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463772492

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Preacher’s Virgin Seduction

Book 1 of Wild Sex at the Religious Retreat

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

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The annual spring retreat was in full swing.

Pastor Quetzel watched from the shadows as his youth group members laughed and cavorted around the huge campfire. They were having fun, and that was a good thing. They’d worked hard through the winter, and deserved this week of just plain getting away from it all and relaxing.

He was glad they were enjoying themselves. Unfortunately his own pleasure had been severely dampened when he’d arrived at their traditional campsite this morning and learned that Marita, the campground’s ultra-sexy manager, had gone to stay with her ailing grandmother for who-knew how long.

Marita was a sultry brunette with mile-high legs and the perkiest lush tits he’d ever seen. They were high and firm despite their generous size, and her nipples—which crinkled into hard pebbles at the least provocation—reminded him of sun-ripened berries. Absolutely delicious, and so sensitive to even the lightest touch! He could drive her wild just by using his tongue and teeth on them…and she always came explosively when he suckled hard and drove his big cock deep into her tight pussy.

Normally, by now, Marita and he would have left the teens behind, and snuck away to her secluded little cabin in the forest to fuck each other like crazed rabbits for hours on end. But not this year. And already he was going absolutely crazy.

Quetzel was a good pastor, full of convincing sermons and always ready to go the extra length to help a friend in need. His congregation trusted in him because he truly believed in the messages he was preaching.

But he’d also been born with an outrageously strong sex drive. And using his hand just didn’t solve the problem. No matter how many times he came, he was always still hard and needy afterwards. Only burying himself in the silky-soft wetness of a woman’s lush body gave him true release.

He’d toyed a few times with the idea of getting married. But none of the women he’d dated even began to match his keen enthusiasm for the sweatier sports. That was probably because most women who yearned to marry a pastor were pretty religious themselves. Indulging in energetic no-holds-barred sex every couple of hours wasn’t normally part of their personality.

So over the years, he’d learned to spread himself around.

Audrey was the plump little blonde who lived a few miles out of town. He thought of her sweet rounded curves as womanly rather than chubby, and her personality was just as sweet as her pretty body. She owned the local bakery, and always plied him with delicious sticky buns or cinnamon rolls—for energy, she claimed, because they’d surely need it—whenever he came calling.

Sometimes she brought home some of the sugar glaze she poured on donuts and pastries, and let him drizzle it between her widespread thighs. The taste of it mixed with her naturally sweet juices was absolutely addictive! She could be counted on for sex every weekend, though he always had to leave early because, like all dedicated bakers, she started her