Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 12

He returned to his wife moments later, his balls a little emptier, strawberry lip-gloss smeared across his cock, and an appointment for Sunday.

A few weeks later, he was at a worksite for a job, when suddenly, out of nowhere, Lucy was just there, walking around, looking for him and drawing attention. Angrily, he grabbed her and pulled her away towards the trailer he used as an onsite office. He stashed her there till the day was over, as to not draw any questions. But before he let her go, he bent her over his desk and fucked her roughly up the ass. He showed up that following Sunday for services again.

The girls kept at it, circling closer and closer to his real life the more he tried to stay away from the church. One time, he saw them sitting in a car just outside his house, and that was enough to send their message that he needed to show up again. And soon, they started texting him. He wasn't much of a texter in general, but to keep things easy, he began texting back. They texted far more than he ever did, so they had the experience advantage, but he kept up as best as he could. That being said, he kept things conversational, at least he tried to, while theirs relied on overt flirting and outright sexting him. Each was sending him pictures of their bodies, some in sexy clothing, some in their underwear. But most of them were nudes, showcasing their huge tits and perfect asses to the married man. His eyes quickly knew every fucking inch of their hot bodies.

For a guy who wanted to outright reject these girls ever since their first encounter, he'd gone further than he'd ever imagined possible since. He'd had sex with each of these girls multiple times in increasingly risky scenarios. He was conversing with them more than he ever thought he would. And it was all for one very simple reason.

He was starting to like it.

Not necessarily liking the girls, per se, although he found himself not hating them as much as he should. He recognized that they were still pure sinful evil but having so much sex with them lessened that dislike somewhat. But what he was enjoying was the excitement... the thrill of sneaking around. The delights of cheating and betrayal. It was a livewire of excitement and pleasure that he'd never known possible. His normal, regular life seemed so dull in comparison. Living his usual, day-to-day existence used to fulfill him, but what he had begun looking forward to were those sporadic moments of nasty sex with these young sluts. He still loved his wife and daughter, of course, but he felt himself being pulled both directions in a way he wasn't at the start. This scared him slightly, as he wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize the life he'd built, but he was having trouble turning away those two whores.

That was why he still kept his church visits sporadic. He was afraid of giving in to his worst impulses, of letting himself enjoy things too much. Whenever he was there, and he looked around, he saw those people who were so excited, sitting near the front. Those people... those were the ones who'd succumbed. Who'd indulged their darkest desires. Who'd left behind their lives to follow the girls of the church down this darker, sinful path of pleasure. Dale was afraid of that. Each time he visited, he found himself sitting a little closer to the front, trying to understand the message they were spreading. Sister Justine mentioned then as he handed over his donation the last time he was there that she really wished he could be more on board with their message. She also added that she hoped he could find time to attend more often and really... commit.

That was the struggle he was going through as time went by. Committing. This cycle kept continuing, him trying to pull back, the girls seeking him out, and him getting dragged back to the church. Again and again and again. Over and over and over. It felt like he was fucking these two girls every chance he got. And the longer this went on, the more difficult it was getting for him to deny his attraction to these girls. As wicked and sinful as they were, the more time he spent with them, the more he began actually... liking them. Not just the sex, but the girls themselves. Enjoying their presence. Cracking a smile at their mean jokes despite knowing better, even if they were at his wife or daughter's expense. As strange as it might sound, it turned him on. Each wicked slur that would pass across their lips going straight to his cock, making it throb in pleasure. Although he kept trying to push back against all this, he couldn't deny that it was slowly changing him. He was quickly becoming addicted to them, and he didn't know if he had it in him to pull away.

Dale was beginning to wonder if he even wanted to.

He had begun looking forward to their encounters far more than heading home to his wife. He was even beginning to get annoyed when some family obligation would get in the way of his plans with the girls. He still loved his wife and daughter, and he knew it was unfair of him to be annoyed with them getting in the way of his affair, but when compared to the excitement he was feeling with the girls, the drudgery of domestic life was only being highlighted. Part of him really did want to explore what life would be like with these girls, and they knew it, so they played into it, the idea of them stealing him for good and icing his wife and daughter out of his life became the subject of dirty talk between them.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dale groaned, fucking Lucy roughly from behind. Her hair was wrapped around his hand as she was on all fours, and he used it to roughly yank her back as he drilled her. Kenzie was pressed behind him, her huge boobs pressing into his bare back, hands lovingly touching his flexed biceps as she sucked on his neck. Moving her lips to his ear she spoke.

"How could you go back to your wife after all this?" the blonde whispered lustily into his ear, scrubbing her tits against him.

"Ugh! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" Lucy screamed out, her luscious body shaking with excitement.

"Don't you like us so much more than your wife and daughter?" Kenzie asked, punctuating her poisonously sweet question by licking his ear. Dale fucked into Lucy even harder at this.

"Ugh! Yes! Yes!" Dale growled as he savagely fucked the brunette, her body shaking as he pumped his mature cock into her. "I like you two fucking sluts more than my loser wife and fucking bull-dyke daughter!"

Lucy's body shuddered at this admission from the married man, and within seconds, her pussy spasmed around his swollen meat as she came. And he followed her there, cumming gallons into her eager cunt. When he collapsed onto the bed, Kenzie moved on top of him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

"God, it's so hot to hear you talk like that!" Kenzie said, lips twisting into a wicked grin at this before kissing him hungrily. And this only made his cock come back to life, these girls knowing exactly how to turn his crank. And apparently, he was learning how to turn theirs, his level of filth having almost matched their own.

Minutes later, as Kenzie rode his cock reverse cowgirl, his large married meat stuffed in her ass, she continued the dirty talk.

"Don't you just dream about divorcing your wife?" Kenzie asked, leaning back, her silky hair falling back against his chest, her large fleshy breasts jiggling as she bounced on him. "We do. We talk about it all the time. Why would you want to go back to that ugly bitch when you could have us instead? Why would you want to go home to her when you love both of us so much more?"

"Yes!" he groaned, the pleasure bringing his naughtiest fantasies to the surface. "Fuck! I want to divorce her so bad! Fuck! I'd choose you two every time! Yes! Yes! UGH!" Lucy, who was watching them going at it as she recovered, glanced at Kenzie, the girls sharing a knowing look. Minutes later, Dale filled up the blonde's ass with cum, fantasies of a lifetime with these girls filling his brain. But that's all those ideas could ever be. Fantasies.

After they all had recovered the girls curled up next to him in the bed, their nude bodies pressed against his sides. They rested for a few moments before Lucy raised her head from his chest and looked at him, resting on her elbows.

"You know... this would all be so much easier if you just sucked it up and pulled the trigger on a divorce," Lucy said with a pout, her boobs pressing softly into the smooth bedsheets as she looked up at him. "The church has amazing divorce lawyers..." Dale shook his head.

"I..." he paused, those fantasies of a life with these girls returning to his head, an oasis almost too good to be true. "I can't. You know I can't actually do that. I know it's, uh... fun to talk about, but... I can't." Lucy looked at her friend, the girls exchanging another knowing stare. Seeing that his resolve was slowly weakening, they both smiled, knowing he would be theirs soon.

Dale couldn't help himself. It was too good. The handsome older married man kept spending more and more time with these young sluts, unable to resist availing himself in their hot bodies. He was taking more time away from work and away from his family to spend time with these two minxes. And his attraction to the girls only grew as he became more and more addicted.

And things had quickly moved beyond the point where he was just tentatively beginning to like them. He was starting to like them a lot. He was spending more and more time around them, adjusting to being around them more and more, their wicked ways now infecting him to the point of consuming him. Changing him for real. He was now unashamedly laughing at the mean-spirited, cutting comments they'd make about others, and he would sometimes find himself joining in. Not to the same degree as the venom that would pass by their lips, but mean in his own way.

He was still trying to stand strong against their wicked ways, telling himself that he was trying to pull away, trying to resist them, but this resistance was only pulling him in deeper. Despite everything he did, he was going to the church more than he used to, sitting closer to the front each time. He was texting with them a lot more in his day-to-day life. And he had spent so much time at their apartment that he practically had a key. He knew that indulging them so much was wrong, but... just being around them was intoxicating.

Having these two smoking hot young sluts so eager for his cock was indescribably exciting. They were so willing to do anything, to satisfy his every fantasy, even creating ones he never knew he had just so they could satisfy them. It was like he had fallen into another world, one of lust and sin. Sex whenever he wanted. The tease of nasty fucking awaiting at all moments of the day. Just being around these two little sluts, sitting in their apartment and watching them casually walk around wearing a thong and nothing else, their massive boobs jiggling with every step... it was bliss. He never knew life could be like this. They knew how to tease him just right. Getting his attention from across the room by making out in front of him in this half-dressed state, rubbing their massive bare boobs together as they made out sloppily, tongues in each other's mouths, their gooey spit leaking past their plump lips... it was enough to drive even the sanest man crazy. At displays like this, he'd march their perfect asses to the bedroom and give them the proper screwing they were dying for. And every time he did, every time those girl's hungry mouths, tight asses, or nasty cunts coaxed a load from his married cock, he fell more and more under their spell.

He was loving this. He really was. But despite that, he wasn't at the point where he could just leave his wife and family behind. For sex? For the church? No. As tempting as it was, as exciting as that life would be, as amazing as the hot nasty fucking was... he just couldn't do that. But it was even harder for him to consider the idea of breaking things off with Lucy and Kenzie. Even ignoring their blackmail, they had tapped into something with him that he couldn't get enough of, and now that he knew what he could be having, the thought of giving it up sounded even more difficult.

He was playing with fire. Trying to have the perfect, domestic life on one hand, and filthy, nasty fucking in the other. This was going to end poorly, and indulging himself at the rate he was going was only accelerating that breaking point.

The moment of truth would come soon after.

The girls had kept warning him. Either in person, or in text, they said that Justine was not one to mess around with, and that he really should start attending services every week. Sure, he was attending more and more services, but nothing would satisfy their boss other than his complete, undivided attention. But he could not do that, not fully give in, not fully commit to that side of him. Keeping up the obligations of his normal life meant he couldn't find the time to attend the church as often as she'd like.

The decision ended up being made for him.

Lucy and Kenzie both showed up to his office not much later, unannounced, past closing hours when they were practically empty. He never quite knew how they got past the locked doors, but in the end, it didn't really matter. He was initially mad when they made their presence known in his office, but he couldn't help but notice that they looked kinda... nervous. Nervous and... something else. Something they were trying to hide, something that almost look like a deep, soul-level excitement. They normally looked so confident and self-assured, but this time... something was different.

"What is it?" he couldn't help but ask. They paused before Lucy spoke.

"Dale... we told you that you should really start showing up to services..." she said with a small, almost sad smile. But at the same time, there was almost a mischievous glint that she could barely contain.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"Sister Justine... she's... like I've said, she is a brilliant woman. She's the best! But she is ruthless," Lucy stated. "And I can't tell you how furious she is that you haven't been showing up every week. We tried to warn you, but you just... couldn't commit. So... she gave us an order. She wants use to make sure you'll be at the church every week from here on out, or it's our asses. And the way she wants that to happen is for you to get married to one of us..."

"What?" Dale said, shaking his head.

"It's the only way you can fully commit to us..." Kenzie said. "If you get married in one of our churches to one of our members... then that proves that you're ready to get fully on board."

"I'm already married," he said, this point obvious. At this, the girls looked at each other. That same, hard to decipher look, simultaneously nervous but excited.

"Yeah, we know, but..." Lucy said slowly. Finally, Kenzie bucked up the courage.

"Dale, we sent the footage of us all fucking to your wife and daughter a couple hours ago..." Kenzie stated, eyes flashing as she almost licked her lips.

A silence filled the room. Dale's heart practically stopped, and his mind went blank. They... they couldn't be serious. No. Wouldn't he have...

Quickly, he pulled open the drawer in his desk to pull out his phone. Unlike most, he didn't live off his cell phone, so he often just stuffed it in a drawer when he didn't need it. Looking at it, he saw it alight with missed calls and messages. Dozens of missed texts, and glancing over them quickly, he saw phrases like 'How dare you, Dale', and 'Dad... you cheated on Mom?', and 'How could you do this to our family Dale?' and 'Dad, you fucked Lucy and Kenzie! What the fuck!'.

"I know it seems cruel and messed up for Sister Justine to make us do this," Lucy said, tentatively taking a step towards him as he looked at his phone, frozen, not listening. "I mean, it was our idea, to be honest. Cause it's, like, super-hot to think about your ugly wife watching you fucking these hot, young, big-boobed women. And it's even hotter knowing your fat, lezzy daughter watched you fucking the living daylights out of her worst bullies...."

"Like, we sent all the worst, nastiest shit we all did together," Kenzie added, as if this helped. "All the wicked things me and Lucy and you all said about them... they've seen. Your wife knows you think she's ugly and fat. Your daughter knows that her dad thinks she's a nasty bull-dyke. And they both know you love each of us more than both of them put together!" She explained all this as if him knowing it would calm him down instead of inflaming his anger further. And it would have added to his fury if he heard them, but he was still so frozen with shock that he was more focused on the fallout of it.

Dale brought his phone to his ear to listen to the messages, and the pained wailing of his heartbroken wife made him stop listening after mere seconds. Dale tossed the phone onto his desk, feeling completely empty.

Then, he looked up. Looked up at these two girls who had upended his life. Who'd pulled him away from his marriage and severed those connections behind him. His life was over. His wife and daughter... they knew now. They knew what he'd done. Everything he built... his reputation... it had been cruelly severed by these two fucking evil whores. He had been starting to enjoy these two, but them doing this only reminded him of the pure evil in their hearts. The capacity for sin in these two overrode any positive feelings he might have developed. They had torn him down completely. Everything was gone, and everyone would know. He had nothing left. His mind was blank. His eyes were seeing red. He felt a fiery, bestial rage igniting inside him. Even these confident girls looked nervous at the sight of him in this state.

What proceeded was a couple hours of pure, unadulterated hate-fucking. Dale was completely unleashed, using his talents to the fullest, fucking these girls without mercy. Their moans and screams filled the halls of his office, but he didn't care. He was too far gone to care. He was rough with them. He was merciless. He was brutal. Needless to say, he was magnificent. These two girls had some truly disgusting, nasty tastes, and they'd only scratched the surface in their time with Dale. But this... this was way closer to what they wanted. Being treated rough, like the little sluts they were. Feeling his hand on their throats as he fucked the hell out of them, doing it in just the right way to make their whole bodies explode with pleasure. Seeing this normally composed older man slapping their tits, groping them roughly, pinching their nipples hard. Lucy and Kenzie were screaming at the tops of their lungs, about as unladylike as possible, grunting and moaning like lust-crazed animals. The two girls had never cum harder, and neither had he.

When night had set in, and they had fucked into near exhaustion, they sat in his office, recovering. The girls were both a total mess, panting, blissed out, covered in sweat, cum, and red marks, the telltale signs of rough sex. And the scratches and sweat on him indicated that they'd held up their end of the bargain.

Dale felt... strange. On one hand, these girls had destroyed his life completely. On the other... they had shown him so much. Taken him so far into the depths of sin, allowing him to experience things he never knew possible. And after what he'd just done with these two, he realized he'd never felt so free. So unrestrained. For the first time, he was allowed to let go and unleash himself in a way he never knew he could. Without these girls, he never would have been able to experience that. He'd seen the world now, and nothing could change that.

In truth, all the girls did was expose the truth to his family. He was the one trying to have it both ways. He was the one betraying his wife and daughter. They just brought it to light. And in doing so, they freed him of the one last thing holding him back from reaching his rawest, truest form. The one thing he would never be able to give up, no matter how tempting the other side was. But they'd cut that last tie, allowing the sin and wickedness within to consume him completely. And in doing so, he'd had sex so fundamentally earth-shattering, travelling to a new high of pleasure and bliss with these two sluts... it could only be described as a religious experience.