Dick Fitswell and the Ministers Wife
by Jack Corbett

Once Linda started reading the book Dick Fitswell gave her, the minister didn't stand a chance.   The facts were against him.   Linda felt betrayed by her husband who had brought her thousands of miles to Jerusalem where the pair slogged miles through Christian religious sites.  They had seen where the Last Supper was believed to have taken place.  She had accepted the stations of the cross all along the Via Dolorosa as gospel.  Her husband had taken her to all thirteen stations of the cross, along the traditional route believed to have been the one Christ carried his cross to Golgotha.  She had wept at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher when she felt the spirit of Christ enter her as she looked upon the spot he was crucified in.  But it was all a lie.  Christ had not been crucified there.  Fitswell had proven that.  Instead, she had learned that an Arab bus station now marks the spot where the Holy Cross stood.  

"Liars, imbeciles," she had cried out in her bedroom when the truth finally sunk in.  "All of them.   My husband who made me worship all those places where Christ did not suffer.   And the idiot Christians who've been worshipping such false shrines for nearly two-thousand years and fighting over them for centuries.  All of them blood sucking mental midgets.  She immediately started divorce proceedings against her husband for mental cruelty.

She found Dick Fitswell just outside his Sunday School classroom saying good bye to his students while church was letting out.   "Now there's a man who's not afraid to speak up for what's right," Linda thought as she admired Fitswell's muscular physique.  

"Dick,  I read the book you gave me.  You are right.  I'm a believer now.  You've probably heard I started divorcing my husband the day after you gave it to me.  I just couldn't wait.  I read the whole thing last Sunday night."

"You are very wise, Linda.  To act so quickly without looking back.  I'm proud of you."

"Can we talk?  Privately?  In the minister's office?"

"Sure," said Dick as he lead the way.

The sun was bright and the air was warm outside.  Most  of the church goers had left the church to go to Denny's or McDonalds but a few had remained to gossip just outside the church and most of the gossip was centered around the minister's upcoming divorce and how he could ever be found guilty of mental cruelty towards his wife.   

*****

"Linda's face seems uncommonly radiant," Dick Fitswell thought to himself as he watched her in the minister's office.  "She's like an animal about to become unchained.   

Tall and thin---her figure at first glance seemed to be the prototypical  model's body.  But there was a lot more to Linda than what first caught the eye.   Her very presence was electrical, leaving a sense of great physical strength, alertness, and agility with the onlooker.  Dick Fitswell had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly in his whole life.

"Dick.  I want to thank you.  Thank you for opening up my eyes to the truth", Linda said as she looked levelly into his eyes.

"Linda.  I have a confession to make.  When I first saw you, I thought I was looking at a wild horse, beautiful, and whose spirit was untamed but which found itself hidden away in a small corral."

"Funny that you should mention that, Dick, because I've often felt like bursting inside.  Bursting to get out, to escape from the boring life I've had.  All this energy just waiting there like a dormant sleeping giant."

Dick Fitswell  moved close to Linda putting his hands on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes.  "Linda.  You and I were destined to be together, to meet here."  Then he took her head gently into his hands as he grazed her ear lobes with his fingertips and kissed her.  She opened her mouth just enough to let his tongue slide through, then sucked it back so that he could feel the vacuum.  

Dick Fitswell had heard it all before.   That all women are the same and that a fuck's a fuck.  If he didn't believe it then, he certainly didn't believe it now.   It started with a tingling in his groin.  Then he felt a firm suction around his penis and that was when their bodies were not even touching.  Only their lips.   Her mouth was narrow with a firm tongue that he had noticed at church the first time she had spoken to him.  

Stepping inside Dick Fitswell's legs, Linda put her arms around his hips and started squeezing which brought his groin tight up against hers.   Five minutes later, he pulled away saying:  "That's enough.  I want you and you want me.  Let's do it right on your husband's desk."  

It took less than a minute for them to both get undressed.   She tried to put his penis into her mouth but he waved her off, then forced her down upon the desk as she spread her legs for him.   This time Dick Fitswell didn't use any foreplay, telling himself,  "I will impress her more if I just jab it right into her.  She wants it and wants it bad.   Wouldn't respect me if I try to turn her on.  She's already turned on."

Dick Fitswell not only had a huge dick.  He also had huge hands.   As he thrust his pulsating member into her he covered her upper head with his hands so that the meat of his palms were over her eyes.   He had reasoned now that she couldn't see.  She couldn't see him and would imagine him as a huge ungovernable animal driving its huge penis between her legs.  

It worked.   Linda started screaming, screaming louder each time he thrust into her.   And as she screamed he could feel her privates contract around his cock.   Then he remembered fucking the Chinese whore in Hong Kong and how he had fallen asleep dreaming of doing it with a vacuum cleaner.  Only this was no dream.   She fit so tightly that each time he shoved his 18 inch prod into her he'd start to hurt, yet the pain was accompanied by exquisite pleasure.  Unbelievably she kept getting tighter and tighter like a vice but not just an ordinary vice but a vice that kept sucking on his penis.   

Linda's screams kept getting louder and louder.   At last Dick Fitswell started to come.  As she sensed his being about to come she wrapped her legs around his back and started to squeeze.  Dick didn't know it but Linda was a runner who did gymnastics on the side.   He felt like he was being squeezed by a Python as her privates literally sucked the come right out of him.   By the time they had finished his head was up against her neck as her long blonde hair flowed over his face.   

His search was over.   That hellish mission of finding the perfect fit.   The elusive perfect fuck that had continued to torment him.  Of always looking forlornly for a better conquest than those which preceded the latest one.  Dick Fitswell was at peace with himself.   But Linda's screams had been heard by everyone who was still in the church.  

The first to run into the minister's office were Gloria and Fred who were counting the collection money in the room next to it.   Gloria---the woman he had fucked in the office only a few weeks ago, and Fred, a mousy little middle aged man who was being constantly badgered and bullied by his wife, Holly, who had ballooned up to over three hundred pounds by eating too much at far too many church buffets.   One of the rumors in the Church of Brotherly and Sisterly Love for Everyone was that Holly made it to nearly every church function just so that she could eat as much as she could.  It was a large church that had many social functions and buffets, sometimes numbering as many as five a week.   

Only seconds behind them was the minister, who rushed into the office, saw his wife naked on his desk with Fitswell on top of her, then turned beat red.   The first one to speak up was Gloria who shouted at the top of her lungs.  "How can you do something so despicable?  And in the minister's office."

That did it.  If there was one thing that Dick Fitswell wouldn't stand for it was taking sheep shit from a woman.  Especially one that had been blessed by the full force of his semen jetting into her most sacred tunnel.   But it was the sight of the minister whose face now flushed with anger that pissed Fitswell off the most.   

"That fucking wimp.  How dare him to get pissed off at my fucking his wife?" Dick Fitswell nearly said aloud.  But he had to deal with Gloria first who had committed the number one error women must never made around him, which was being critical of his behavior which he considered impeccable now that he found himself to be the chosen one.   After all, he had met God in that train car when he was escaping from Canada.  

"Shut your mouth woman," Fitswell said to Gloria.  "Consider yourself lucky that I fucked you here.  Most women in this church haven't gotten the chance.  And I would say yet, but I've found my queen.   Linda and I are going to be together for a long time.   You've caught Dick Fitswell in his prime and you had damn better be proud of it."

"Get out of my office, you son of a bitch," shouted the minister.   "And get out now.  And take that whore with you."

If there was anything Fitswell hated it was men or women calling the women he fucked whores.   After all, any woman lying down for a bout with his huge cattle prod of a penis, had showed impeccable taste by choosing him in the first place.   Those who didn't were guilty of bad judgment in men and that's all that there was to it.  Dick Fitswell fought back the urge to knock the minister down but moved a step closer as he put his face within inches of the minister's and said:

"Little man.  Today is your lucky day that I don't just take your skinny little ass and throw you out your own window.  But starting next week I'm taking over in this church and when I'm done with you the congregation's going to excommunicate you."  Then turning to Linda, Fitswell said:  "Let's get out of here.  We have some serious fucking to do yet and then we have to get down to work."

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