Praise story! - 09-09-2009, 12:05 AM 09-09-2009, 12:05 AM



It was the day after Thanksgiving, 2006. I was in a dive bar in Tucson, can't remember what time it was, but it was dark outside. On the television above me was a Colorado Buffaloes game. There were a few assorted degenerates and charlatans roaming around this dank room but I paid them no mind. This is Tucson, Arizona, the place where the lost and the damned congregate in a hellish rondolet. Behind me the door to the bar swung open and a figure, shrouded by darkness walked in. I didn't turn my head. The person sat down across the bar and ordered a drink, the sound of her voice resonated in the air for a few seconds, hanging there with the cheap cigarette smoke and jukebox music. I looked up momentarily from my glass to see a so-so looking woman eying me from across the bar. I'd give her like a 5 1/2 out of 10. She noticed my gaze and called out to me but I didn't respond. She scooted down several chairs to get closer to me and continued bothering me. I just kept staring into the glass.



When I finished she offered to buy me another drink but I declined. Women like this are trouble. I didn't want to get mixed up with another dame like her. There isn't enough cocaine on this planet to make her do-able, I thought to myself. Unfortunately, I would come to discover, there is an amount of cocaine on this planet that would convince me to do her, and it was a surprisingly small amount.



She moved over another seat, now only one stool separated her and I. I hope one of these Hell's Angels comes over and sits between us, I thought to myself.



She tried making more small talk with me, talking about her husband and her kids, I knew the story; bored wife, stuck at home all day with the kids, looking to get out and do something crazy. I wrote and starred in 15 porno movies about that very plot. But she kept at it. There were 10 other guys in there with bad standards that would have mounted her on the bar in front of God and the rest of the drunkards, why was she only hounding me?



She moves over another seat, now she's right next to me. She whispers something in my ear but I'm only half-listening. "Do you like to party?" She pulls a little bag out of her purse, my eyes widen. There's only a few things in this world that really catch my attention, and one of those things happens to be in that little bag. I would recognize the contents of that bag in a white-out snowstorm from 500 yards away. She licks my face. I really wish she hadn't done that.



I don't remember what happened immediately after that but suddenly I'm in the back of a car. She's in the back with me and her husband seems to be driving, turns out he was in the bar the entire time. She's taking off my shirt but I'm really only thinking about the coke in the bag. I go along with it.



The car pulls up outside of a seedy motel, The Lazy Eye Motel. The sign outside has a pink neon eye with the cornea off-center, every few seconds it blinks. Our room is situated right by the sign and even with the curtains drawn the room still fills with pink light every other second. She enters the room, followed by me, followed by the husband. He closes the door and the stands in front of it with a big smile on his face. There are two beds in the room, one is made and vacant, the other has at least five children in it. This doesn't bother me because I've both done it in front of, and with children before. Stupid husband nudges me: "Are you in the pictures?" he asks. I'm not sure what he means. He leans in with a big grin on his stupid face: "Dirty movies." He winks at me like we're both in the know and operating on the same wavelength or something. I tell him that I'm in porn and he tells me that he recognized me back in the bar. He likes my work. He tells me about his wife, he doesn't know how to pleasure her anymore, they go from bar to bar in the seediest parts of America looking for men that can quench her sexual appetite. When he saw me, a famous male pornstar, he knew he needed to bring me back here to give his wife some hot dickings.



While I've been talking with the husband, the wife has been getting undressed and is now completely naked on the bed. She calls out to me and I turn around. Holy shit. What have I gotten myself into? Her vagina, or what was left of it, was like a cave in the side of a mountain, all agape. The husband nudges me on the shoulder "sometimes I stick my entire head in there." I'm too shocked to say anything. "Get over here and spelunk my cave!" she shouts at me, she then picks up a flashlight and shines it in there, it's pretty deep. I'm having second thoughts now. "You'd better do what she says" the husband tells me. Noticing my reluctance to get undressed the wife grabs the bag of cocaine and empties it into her gaping vagina. "Come and get it!"



I comply and several minutes later I'm trying to figure out how to have intercourse with this person. I'm a well-endowed man but this is like throwing a hot dog through a hula-hoop. I can't generate any kind of friction what so ever. The husband's laughing at me. "That shit's been done, man. It's wrecked. Try the ass." Her ass isn't much better, but it's only as wide as two or three fists so I figure I have a better shot at it. I go to work, in my cocaine-induced stupor, but nothing's really happening. The children are now awake and laughing at my incompetence. "That's not how you do it!" the littlest one shouts. The wife yawns. "I grow weary of this, pleasure me!" she shouts. I study the situation. I've never experienced anything like this. I look back at the husband and shrug. He gives me a warm smile and offers to help.



Pretty soon the husband is naked and we're both going at her, but not even two men can begin to fill this hole. We begin shoving fists in there but it's still very roomy. Soon one of the sons joins in, then one of the daughters shoves a foot in there.



I black out.



When I come to The husband, one of the sons and myself are all having sex with the wife while a daughter shoves her leg in. The youngest son has his head in her vagina, the husband and I are both fisting her and someone has jammed the television remote control and most of the bedside lamp in there as well. There's also the fat end of a Jack Daniels bottle rammed up her ass. At one point one of her ovaries pops out and we take a quick pee break while she puts it back in. Then we reassemble and start going at it again. Meanwhile the remaining three or so children are having sex with each other on the bed.



But the wife was still bored.



"Cease this foolishness" she calls out, and slowly we all removed our appendages and body parts and heads and small electronics from her vagina. The husband began weeping in the corner and the children got back in their bed. "You've tried your hardest, but obviously no man can ever satisfy me, you may help yourself to the cocaine mountain now." I look at the floor between the beds and notice a massive pile of cocaine about three and a half feet tall, how did I not see that before? I leap onto the pile and begin sucking as much up my nose as I can. I momentarily look up at the ceiling and notice the wife now has a big burlap sack in her hands. The bag is jerking around and moving like something is in it. I sit up, covered in cocaine, and crawl back onto the bed to watch.



The wife reaches in to the bag, struggles momentarily, and pulls a full-grown badger out. The badger claws at her arms, cutting them deep. Blood sprays all over the bed. The woman fights with the badger for several moments until she finally has it in the proper position. She spreads her legs wide and shoves the badger head-first into her vagina. She lets go and the badger, terrified, angry, and possibly high on cocaine, goes into a fit of rage. It began clawing and shredding the inside of her vagina. The wife, covered in deep wounds and spewing blood all over the bed cried in agonizing pleasure. Blood drained from her vagina like a river and eventually the badger backed it's way out all the way. She then kicked it off the bed and it landed somewhere near the children.



She fell back into the mattress, drenched in blood, her loins looked like the mangled carcass of a zebra after a herd of lions had dismembered it, a pack of hyenas had scavenged it, and several vultures had picked it of its remains. She breathed deeply, like she had just run a marathon, she had apparently climaxed five or six times.



I wanted more cocaine but the badger was under one of the beds and I was afraid to get off the bed.



Eventually we caught the badger and ate it for a late dinner.



The next morning I woke up before anyone else, got dressed and snuck out of the room before dawn. What horrible people, I was glad to be out of their presence. I caught a ride out of Tucson and never went back.



Soon after I found Jesus, quit the porn business and turned my life around completely. No more promiscuous sex, no more drugs, no more anything!



I few months ago I was watching the television when I saw the husband, talking about this or that. I recognized him instantly as the man from the motel. I looked him up and sure enough it was the same man, still married to the same woman. They apparently also found Jesus and started a church! The man and woman that I had sex with in a motel room in Tucson, Arizona, was Steve and Zsuzsanna Anderson! That's right, the woman whose vagina was as big as a two car garage and used a badger to get off is the wife of Steve Anderson, a pastor in Phoenix, Arizona.

I would like to take a few moments of your time to praise God that Pastor Steve Anderson and his wife Zsuzsanna, as well as their children, have found the path to God. Again, I would like to praise God for helping Steve Anderson, the man who sodomized me while I had sex with and fisted his wife, Zsuzsanna Anderson of Phoenix, Arizona's, asshole. Before I thought these people were incredibly sleazy degenerates, but now that I know that they are a Godly Christian family I feel that it is ok that Pastor Steve Anderson's wife, Zsuzsanna Anderson of Phoenix, Arizona, had sexual intercourse with her 5 year old son while her husband and a complete stranger had sex with and fisted her, since they have repented and have sought forgiveness.





This is pastor Steve Anderson of Phoenix, Arizona. His wife, Zsuzsanna Anderson, has a massive vagina that is really wide because she has had so many children. In the past, pastor Steve Anderson of the Faithful Word Baptist Church would stick his entire head into his wife's vagina in order to pleasure her. He would also pick up strange men in dive bars and bring them to a motel room to have sex with her while he watched and joined in. Pastor Steve Anderson of the Faithful Word Baptist Church in Phoenix, Arizona, is a Christian now, and I doubt he does stuff like that anymore, so let's not look down on him.





This is Zsuzsanna Anderson, wife of pastor Steve Anderson of Phoenix, Arizona. She used to only be able to reach orgasm by shoving badgers into her vagina, but now she is a Christian and doesn't do that anymore.



Here is a link to Zsuzsanna's personal blog. If you are looking for a blog about her crazy sexual habits, like how she has sex with her children and shoves badgers up her vagina you are out of luck because she is a Christian now and hasn't done stuff like that in almost a year and a half, you sick bastards! Hello friends. As most of you know I was once a pornstar but now I am a True Christian™. My past life is full of disgusting stories of sexual perversion and immorality. But I gave my life to Jesus and today I live a rich and fulfilling life with my devoted wife Olga, who I tragically struck blind with an errant cumshot. My story is like that of most, if not all Born Again Christians: I was lost, I did some drugs, I had sex with a lot of women, then I had sex with a lot of men, then I did it with some children, then I did it with some animals, then I went back to women for a little bit but also did it with animals on the side, then I did it with men and some children, then I got a bunch of irreversible STDs and can no longer get an erection so I decided to give my life to Christ since I can't bone women or men or children or animals anymore. I always take interest in stories like mine, and have worked tirelessly these last two years helping to bring lost people to Christ. Today I was filled with joy as I found out that a couple of degenerates that I met a few years ago have found Christ and have been drenched in the blood of the Lord! Below is the story of how I know these people, it is a bit graphic, so I suggest that women and children to not read it.It was the day after Thanksgiving, 2006. I was in a dive bar in Tucson, can't remember what time it was, but it was dark outside. On the television above me was a Colorado Buffaloes game. There were a few assorted degenerates and charlatans roaming around this dank room but I paid them no mind. This is Tucson, Arizona, the place where the lost and the damned congregate in a hellish rondolet. Behind me the door to the bar swung open and a figure, shrouded by darkness walked in. I didn't turn my head. The person sat down across the bar and ordered a drink, the sound of her voice resonated in the air for a few seconds, hanging there with the cheap cigarette smoke and jukebox music. I looked up momentarily from my glass to see a so-so looking woman eying me from across the bar. I'd give her like a 5 1/2 out of 10. She noticed my gaze and called out to me but I didn't respond. She scooted down several chairs to get closer to me and continued bothering me. I just kept staring into the glass.When I finished she offered to buy me another drink but I declined. Women like this are trouble. I didn't want to get mixed up with another dame like her. There isn't enough cocaine on this planet to make her do-able, I thought to myself. Unfortunately, I would come to discover, there is an amount of cocaine on this planet that would convince me to do her, and it was a surprisingly small amount.She moved over another seat, now only one stool separated her and I. I hope one of these Hell's Angels comes over and sits between us, I thought to myself.She tried making more small talk with me, talking about her husband and her kids, I knew the story; bored wife, stuck at home all day with the kids, looking to get out and do something crazy. I wrote and starred in 15 porno movies about that very plot. But she kept at it. There were 10 other guys in there with bad standards that would have mounted her on the bar in front of God and the rest of the drunkards, why was she only hounding me?She moves over another seat, now she's right next to me. She whispers something in my ear but I'm only half-listening. "Do you like to party?" She pulls a little bag out of her purse, my eyes widen. There's only a few things in this world that really catch my attention, and one of those things happens to be in that little bag. I would recognize the contents of that bag in a white-out snowstorm from 500 yards away. She licks my face. I really wish she hadn't done that.I don't remember what happened immediately after that but suddenly I'm in the back of a car. She's in the back with me and her husband seems to be driving, turns out he was in the bar the entire time. She's taking off my shirt but I'm really only thinking about the coke in the bag. I go along with it.The car pulls up outside of a seedy motel, The Lazy Eye Motel. The sign outside has a pink neon eye with the cornea off-center, every few seconds it blinks. Our room is situated right by the sign and even with the curtains drawn the room still fills with pink light every other second. She enters the room, followed by me, followed by the husband. He closes the door and the stands in front of it with a big smile on his face. There are two beds in the room, one is made and vacant, the other has at least five children in it. This doesn't bother me because I've both done it in front of, and with children before. Stupid husband nudges me: "Are you in the pictures?" he asks. I'm not sure what he means. He leans in with a big grin on his stupid face: "Dirty movies." He winks at me like we're both in the know and operating on the same wavelength or something. I tell him that I'm in porn and he tells me that he recognized me back in the bar. He likes my work. He tells me about his wife, he doesn't know how to pleasure her anymore, they go from bar to bar in the seediest parts of America looking for men that can quench her sexual appetite. When he saw me, a famous male pornstar, he knew he needed to bring me back here to give his wife some hot dickings.While I've been talking with the husband, the wife has been getting undressed and is now completely naked on the bed. She calls out to me and I turn around. Holy shit. What have I gotten myself into? Her vagina, or what was left of it, was like a cave in the side of a mountain, all agape. The husband nudges me on the shoulder "sometimes I stick my entire head in there." I'm too shocked to say anything. "Get over here and spelunk my cave!" she shouts at me, she then picks up a flashlight and shines it in there, it's pretty deep. I'm having second thoughts now. "You'd better do what she says" the husband tells me. Noticing my reluctance to get undressed the wife grabs the bag of cocaine and empties it into her gaping vagina. "Come and get it!"I comply and several minutes later I'm trying to figure out how to have intercourse with this person. I'm a well-endowed man but this is like throwing a hot dog through a hula-hoop. I can't generate any kind of friction what so ever. The husband's laughing at me. "That shit's been done, man. It's wrecked. Try the ass." Her ass isn't much better, but it's only as wide as two or three fists so I figure I have a better shot at it. I go to work, in my cocaine-induced stupor, but nothing's really happening. The children are now awake and laughing at my incompetence. "That's not how you do it!" the littlest one shouts. The wife yawns. "I grow weary of this, pleasure me!" she shouts. I study the situation. I've never experienced anything like this. I look back at the husband and shrug. He gives me a warm smile and offers to help.Pretty soon the husband is naked and we're both going at her, but not even two men can begin to fill this hole. We begin shoving fists in there but it's still very roomy. Soon one of the sons joins in, then one of the daughters shoves a foot in there.I black out.When I come to The husband, one of the sons and myself are all having sex with the wife while a daughter shoves her leg in. The youngest son has his head in her vagina, the husband and I are both fisting her and someone has jammed the television remote control and most of the bedside lamp in there as well. There's also the fat end of a Jack Daniels bottle rammed up her ass. At one point one of her ovaries pops out and we take a quick pee break while she puts it back in. Then we reassemble and start going at it again. Meanwhile the remaining three or so children are having sex with each other on the bed.But the wife was still bored."Cease this foolishness" she calls out, and slowly we all removed our appendages and body parts and heads and small electronics from her vagina. The husband began weeping in the corner and the children got back in their bed. "You've tried your hardest, but obviously no man can ever satisfy me, you may help yourself to the cocaine mountain now." I look at the floor between the beds and notice a massive pile of cocaine about three and a half feet tall, how did I not see that before? I leap onto the pile and begin sucking as much up my nose as I can. I momentarily look up at the ceiling and notice the wife now has a big burlap sack in her hands. The bag is jerking around and moving like something is in it. I sit up, covered in cocaine, and crawl back onto the bed to watch.The wife reaches in to the bag, struggles momentarily, and pulls a full-grown badger out. The badger claws at her arms, cutting them deep. Blood sprays all over the bed. The woman fights with the badger for several moments until she finally has it in the proper position. She spreads her legs wide and shoves the badger head-first into her vagina. She lets go and the badger, terrified, angry, and possibly high on cocaine, goes into a fit of rage. It began clawing and shredding the inside of her vagina. The wife, covered in deep wounds and spewing blood all over the bed cried in agonizing pleasure. Blood drained from her vagina like a river and eventually the badger backed it's way out all the way. She then kicked it off the bed and it landed somewhere near the children.She fell back into the mattress, drenched in blood, her loins looked like the mangled carcass of a zebra after a herd of lions had dismembered it, a pack of hyenas had scavenged it, and several vultures had picked it of its remains. She breathed deeply, like she had just run a marathon, she had apparently climaxed five or six times.I wanted more cocaine but the badger was under one of the beds and I was afraid to get off the bed.Eventually we caught the badger and ate it for a late dinner.The next morning I woke up before anyone else, got dressed and snuck out of the room before dawn. What horrible people, I was glad to be out of their presence. I caught a ride out of Tucson and never went back.Soon after I found Jesus, quit the porn business and turned my life around completely. No more promiscuous sex, no more drugs, no more anything!I few months ago I was watching the television when I saw the husband, talking about this or that. I recognized him instantly as the man from the motel. I looked him up and sure enough it was the same man, still married to the same woman. They apparently also found Jesus and started a church!I would like to take a few moments of your time to praise God that Pastor Steve Anderson and his wife Zsuzsanna, as well as their children, have found the path to God.Before I thought these people were incredibly sleazy degenerates, but now that I know that they are a Godly Christian family I feel that it is ok that, since they have repented and have sought forgiveness.Pastor Steve Anderson of the Faithful Word Baptist Church in Phoenix, Arizona, is a Christian now, and I doubt he does stuff like that anymore, so let's not look down on him.Here is a link to Zsuzsanna's personal blog. http://stevenandersonfamily.blogspot.com/ It is mostly about Christianity and stuff like that. Last edited by Wash O'Hanley; 09-09-2009 at 12:59 AM . Reason: spelling error Last edited by Wash O'Hanley; 09-09-2009 at. Reason: spelling error