Wild Sex at the Religious Retreat Series

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? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ 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.

Chelsea thought she was going to spend an entire week banging her lusty pastor. But when she arrived at the so-called religious retreat, he’d already found someone else! Now she’s mad as a hornet, horny as hell, and drunk. That’s a bad combination unless she can find a hot well-hung counselor in the mood for some sexy fun! And if one horny stud is good, surely three have to be fantastic! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Pierce reacted first. His big hand closed around the water bucket, and he dumped the entire thing over the dancing flames. Smoke rose in a hissing cloud as the golden firelight abruptly vanished. “I think it’s time we put you to bed,” he chuckled. Chelsea’s mouth widened in a giddy smile. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say!” “No, I didn’t mean...” He flushed a little as she misunderstood him...deliberately? Well, what did it matter? She was too plowed to know what she really meant or wanted. “Come on, guys, you can help me get her into that last cabin, the one down by the lake. That way no one will know that she’s had a little too much to drink.” “Will you stay with me?” She swayed as Van and Kyle grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet, then gently began to propel her into the darker shadows. “All three of you?” “Sure thing, sugar,” Van murmured soothingly. “Low bridge, Chelsea.” He rested a hand on her shoulder, and eased her under a low-hanging branch. “Good girl. You’re doing just fine.” “Not yet. But I sure hope so real soon!” Clumsily she groped for his belt, and ended up nearly smacking him in the groin. “Are you horny, too?” When he caught her hand and held it carefully away from his waist, she turned to Kyle and tried to rub seductively against him. “How about you, cutie?” Kyle groaned; he just couldn’t help it. Chelsea might be drunk, but she was seriously gorgeous, and she had a magnificent body. He’d nearly shot a load when he’d seen the firelight dancing over her luscious pearly tits! “How much further is that cabin?” he begged, and was mortified when his voice emerged half-strangled. “You need some sleep, Chelsea.” “I need sex a whole lot more.” Impishly she stared directly at his crotch and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “I think you do, too!” The look Kyle shot across her head was imploring. Van grinned and rolled his eyes. “Come on, Chelsea,” he urged, and gently eased her away from the conflicted blond cowboy. “Just a little bit further.” Moonlight sparkled like diamonds on the huge lake. “How about a midnight skinny dip, Van?” she laughed. “Time to get some sleep,” Pierce rumbled. “You’ll feel better in the morning.” “I don’t want to sleep.” She pouted prettily up at him. Wet heat tingled seductively between her thighs as she hungrily scanned his muscular body. Damn, she was so horny! Then a sly gleam lit her eyes. “Are you big all over?” Pierce fought to keep his body from betraying him, and blessed the deep shadows. He was only human, after all, and her lush nearly-naked breasts were a temptation that would drive even a saint half-mad with lust. “Come on, boys,” he muttered, and tried to turn away. Chelsea was quicker. Maybe she was starting to sober up a little, or maybe she just got lucky. But her eager hand darted unerringly for his crotch, and froze him in his tracks. “Oooh, you are!” she crooned, and squeezed him teasingly. “We can’t do this.” Kyle’s voice shook as Chelsea turned on him again. “It’s wrong...” “Why?” She sounded perfectly lucid as she rotated her shoulders, and her flimsy blouse fell down her back. “I want you, and I know damned well that you want me, too.” Her gaze darted down, and lingered. “All you have to do is reach out and take what I’m offering.”

Brad and his twin brother, Matt, were looking forward to meeting some horny girls at the annual ‘religious’ retreat and banging the daylights out of them. But luck hasn’t been on their side—until they get lost in the forest and are rescued by a gorgeous raven-haired ranger with a taste for well-built teens and outrageously hot groupsex! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Matt sank down onto a fallen log with a depressed sigh. “This is hopeless. We’re never gonna find anyone.” “Who are you trying to find?” The strange voice made them whip around and gape in stunned surprise. A woman was standing about twenty feet away, watching them through the trees. A ranger? Aw, hell. Wasn’t that just their luck. She sure did fill out that spiffy uniform nice, though! “You must be with that church group on the other end of the lake,” she decided. “You’re a long way from home; you’ve put in a good six miles.” They looked hot, tired, and curiously dejected. Despite that, they were both pretty darned cute. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. Well, why not? It had been a slow morning. She’d welcome the brief company. “My lookout’s not far from here. Why don’t I get you something cool to drink before I take you back?” “Yeah?” They both brightened. “That’d be great, thanks!” “Come on, then.” She turned on her heel and began to lead the way deeper into the forest. Matt’s eyebrows wiggled up and down as he watched her sway ahead of them. Silently he whistled, and hungrily licked his lips. Oh yeah, she filled out that uniform real nice! Brad blinked at him in surprise. “Are you nuts?” he mouthed, vigorously shaking his head. “She’s a grown-up!” Matt didn’t care in the slightest. “She’s sexy as hell,” he whispered back. “Can you imagine what it would be like to peel her out of that uniform?” The mental image jolted Brad right down to the core. An instant later, sizzling heat raced through his veins and centered in his aching groin. His long shaft went rock-hard so fast, he had to jam the heel of his hand against it and push it into a better position. He stifled a groan, and hoped the sexy ranger didn’t turn around and see the betraying bulge in his jeans. The ranger lookout towered over the big trees like a slender giant. Way up at the very top was a small single-room enclosure ringed with huge windows. But there was no elevator, and from what they could see, not even a primitive lift system. The only way up was to climb steps...hundreds and hundreds of steps. “No wonder you’re in such fantastic shape!” Brad blurted, awed. Then he flushed beet-red when she aimed a raised eyebrow in his direction. “Well, you are,” he added with a feeble shrug. “Thank you.” She spoke primly, and he felt his spirits plummet. So much for getting on her good side! Then she grinned, and reached over to ruffle his already-tousled hair. “I’ll bet the girls just love you two charmers.” He gulped, and wished he had a magic wand that would instantly make him ten years older. He’d been wishing that a lot lately. “Actually, we haven’t been having any luck this week,” he admitted with a chagrined sigh. “That’s why we went hiking...we were hoping to find some girls who were, well, more friendly.” “Looking to get laid.” She cut through his careful evasion with a snorted laugh. “Typical teenagers. Come on, let’s get you cooled off and fed. If you think you can make it.” Matt jabbed his brother in the ribs when she turned to start up the endless levels of steps. “What the hell were you thinking, telling her the truth?” “It just slipped out,” Brad whispered back, and rolled his eyes with embarrassment. “Anyway, she didn’t seem to be upset about it.” “Maybe not...but it’s not gonna get us into her panties, either.” Matt’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “And man oh man, she’s fine!”