My New Church Pt1

Intrigued, I walked into the church through the unlocked front door. The building structure has always had my attention, but today the sign near their parking lot said “Cum one, cum all.” I knew it had to be a mistake, but I had to check and see just what kind of church this was.

As I entered the sanctuary, I marveled at its beauty. The pews looked to be mahogany, the floors had brand new lavender tinted carpet, and there were pictures on the walls of happy children. I walked up to the podium, and turned to look out on the seating area.

Much to my surprise, there was a man wearing a white collar standing in the doorway I had just walked through. “May I help you?” he asked.

“Um, I was just looking around. I live in a nearby neighborhood, and I saw your sign and thought I would come in.”

“Ah, the sign. Yes. One of our kids asked for honor of putting the letters on the sign earlier today. Does it look straight?”

“Yes, it’s fine, but I think he may have misspelled the word ‘Come’. Its spelled c-u-m.”

“Oh!” he replied. “I’ll have to fix that up right away. I think that might send the wrong kind of message, don’t you think?”

I told him that I thought it could, and admitted that my curiosity was peaked, and that was what brought me in to look around.

We sat on one of the pews and talked a bit. As we talked, I could see the Pastor’s eyes traveling back and forth from my chest to my eyes. I could tell that he was trying not to gaze at my mounds underneath my tight blue sweater, but that he was having considerable trouble with it.

Then, much to my surprise, he reached out and put his hand over mine, and asked me if I was a religious woman. I stuttered when I answered him and told him I was not. I told him that I never really practiced any religion, that it “just wasn’t my thing.”

“What is your thing?” he asked.

“Well, I’m more about just living life as much as I can, while I can. I can’t seem to stay in a committed relationship very long, let alone committed to some “fatherly figure” that I can’t see, smell, touch or taste.”

Realizing what I had just said, I blushed a bit. His eyes lit up, and he asked, “Would you like to see, smell, touch and taste THIS fatherly figure?”

Astonished, I watched as he reached down to his black slacks, and slowly unzipped them. He dug around for a second, then out popped his half hard penis! Half hard, and huge. I had to look at it for a few seconds to let myself believe that what I was looking at wasn’t even fully erect yet. Tossing any inhibitions aside, I reached out and grabbed his manhood.

“Yes, you can touch that, can’t you? If you like, you can smell and taste it too.”

Well, I very much liked. I turned around and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I let my tongue poke out from between my lips, and softly licked his cock from the point where his pants covered up the rest of him, all the way to the bright pink tip. I felt his cock surge to full staff while I held it, and I pulled back a bit to get a good look. I looked from his massive cock to his soft tender face, and saw the lust and excitement in his eyes as he looked back at me.

I lowered my head, and wrapped my lips around the tip of it. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and gently pushed down on my head, slowly sliding his cock into the depths of my mouth, until I gagged and pulled back. I grabbed the shaft, and held him firmly as I hungrily sucked on the top half of his dick.

Then, I started stroking him in rhythm as I slid my mouth up and down his cock, sucking gently, while massaging him with my tongue within my mouth. His hand guided my speed as I fucked him with my face, pushing on the back of my head, and then releasing some as I came up.

I could hear his breathing become more rapid, and felt his dick start to pulse slightly as it swelled even bigger, nearly too big for me to keep it in my mouth. He moaned softly, and started whispering to me about how good my hot wet mouth felt on his cock. He told me that it had been a very long time since anybody had ever put their mouth on him like that, and that I was doing such a good job that he was going to have to reward me with his heavenly cream.

Suddenly hungry for his cum, I tightened my grip on his cock, and sucked harder as I attempted to coax his orgasm into my mouth. I felt his legs tighten up as he quietly asked me if I was ready for that taste we had talked about. I answered him by sucking his cock even faster and harder, and reached up with my other hand and squeezed his thigh.

He grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands and pushed it down on his cock, making me gag again, and then held me there while his cock pulsed heavily, and he pumped his hot cum into the back of my throat. He came and came and came, until I thought he would drown me if it didn’t stop soon.

Finally, he let go of my head, and I pulled my mouth off of him, closing it around the tip of his cock as I swallowed his load. I wiped my mouth and looked up at him and smiled.

“The sign said, cum one, cum all, right? I guess now it’s your turn,” he whispered in a husky voice, and stood up, with his flaccid penis still hanging out from the opening in his pants, and motioned for me to follow him, as he headed up towards the pulpit of the sanctuary………..

Part Two

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