Church Time.

Every Friday, I stopped by the church to help our pastor set up for the upcoming mass for the weekend. I don’t work on Fridays, so it’s easy for me to stop by. Help out get things done. I guess it’s my way of giving back.

Last Friday, I got there earlier than normal because I had run into town and finish before I thought I would. When I walked into the hall, there was our pastor, having sex with the Office lady. I’m not gonna lie. She’s a good looking woman, but the pastor was unbelievably hung.

Long story short, I got there real early this morning, and guess who left with a sore throat. I’m telling you it was well worth it.

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by Anonymous on Sep 12, 2025 at 10:25 AM

With me as a kid it was the pastors son that tickled my tonsils. He was so cute in his early teens n unbelievably gay. He sure had an incredible influence on me from seven up and made me feel better about myself for being girlish as a bi boy.

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by Anonymous on Sep 12, 2025 at 11:11 AM

I once got involved with our deacon, back in my teens. He, and his wife, were a big part of the youth group. I knew he really liked me, and that I sometimes made him hard when I flirted back with him. I truly loved doing that to him. Even though he was married, I knew he wanted me too. One night after a youth gathering, he wanted me to stay for a bit after everyone else had left. I knew what this meant. I wound up sucking his dick on his office sofa. He didn't last long at all, and flooded my mouth with cum. He told me to swallow it. I did. It was the first of many more to come, literally. We started fucking also. My pussy, literally,ached for him. Eventually, we drew suspicion from his wife. We ended it shortly after. I missed him fucking me ,pleasing him, and him making me feel so special, but knew it was the right thing to do. They eventually moved, a few years later. He'd gotten caught with someone's wife.

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