Romans & histoires Pastors Eat Pwussy Too

“I ate their wives pussy and even drank their juice, their clits were so big that I couldn’t have enough and I let them squirt on my face while their husbands filled my hole.” The priest was silent for so long that when he finally spoke, I couldn’t breathe as my pussy tightened again. “How often has this happened?” He asked. I was panting now, my pulse skittered and my heart was racing, but I let myself answer. “A lot, father.” I moaned. “Every Sunday after they come home from Church.” I added. The priest was silent again, before finally asking in a tight voice. “Why…. Are you breathless right now?”

he forced another laugh trying not to think of the answer. "A handsome man like this, only that same Jesus he has been calling knows how many girls in his church he is conducting personal prayers for and with every night. These pastors always are looking for ways to control the lives of other people. Don't do this, don't do that, like they are perfect" He sighed and switched to another station.

My priest is eating my pú'ssy in the church!! His tongue delved deep into my hole as his lips sucked on me. Father Daniels' fingers gripped at my ass cheeks and spread them apart as he made love to my cú'nt with his tongue. I was panting, and as I looked up I saw a giant wooden cross at the far end of the church. If it wasn't a priest eating me out, then I would feel guilty, but since it was... all I felt was pleasure.

“Then you will no longer be my daughter.” Naomi’s heart pounded against her ribs, but defiance burned hotter than her fear. “Maybe that would be easier.” The silence that followed was suffocating. From the door, Layla her best friend who had come home with her shifted uneasily. “Uhmm..Pastor Thomas, I should probably..” “Out!” His bark sliced through the air, “No ungodly company in this house at this hour!” Layla shot Naomi a wide-eyed look, mouthing silently, You can’t keep living like this. She slipped out quickly, the front door closing with a slam behind her.

Yh yh Leon’s mind reeled. ‘Sorry? Now?’ He tried to form words, but all that came out was a strained, “O-okay…” His voice cracked, thick with something far from repentance. His right hand, hidden under the blanket, gripped the base of the dildo. He pushed it deeper in one slow, careful thrust, biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet. The fullness was unbearable. Delicious. Shameful. The Pastor shifted, turning slightly toward him. “I know I’ve pushed you toward purity. Maybe too much. But it’s only because I fear for your soul, boy. This world is full of temptation.”

I noticed how people of all ages approached him, seeking help, and he seemed to bask in the attention. “I greet you in the name of my God, the God that never fails,” he began as we settled into his office. “Mr. Osagie, the Lord has blessed you abundantly, but your enemies are at work.” Perhaps these were the words I needed to distract me from my thoughts about Ami. I decided to play along and asked immediately, “Pastor Timothy, who are these enemies?” Without warning, he broke into what they called speaking in tongues, a string of words I couldn’t understand. To me, it sounded like gibberish, but I kept a straight face.

She didn’t see the need to exchange words with them when she considered service to the people of God as service to God himself. “Good afternoon, sir! This is the child I was telling you about,” Mrs. Uju said. The senior pastor of her church looked up, observed me quickly with a smirk on his face. His complexion was very light, like albino, and the hairs that covered his chest and chin were even worse. He hit his small black bible in his right palm. “The stubborn child?” “My friend’s nephew," Mrs. Uju corrected. “Oh, yes, you have spoken about him a few times to my wife. How he easily condemns God without watching his tongue.” The senior pastor’s words felt like pure evil in my ears. It was c

she said and the other ladies laughed including doctor brown “Ladies please don’t laugh at her, I am sorry about that Scarlett but I would like to ask you, why do you think that is a problem” “Of cause it is a problem? My pastor said its sinful for us to engage in such, it’s against God’s will and besides breast feeding is for babies” she said and the ladies giggled “Your religion you say, what religion is that?” “Christianity” “I see… Scarlett we live in a world where anybody can call himself a pastor and preach against anything he personally feels he doesn’t like… marriage is a beautiful place with a gift called Sex, sex is beautiful and bonding, husband and wife can enjoy it the way they

I lift an eyebrow at him as he tilts back his beer bottle, gulping down the amber liquid. “As much as I love this domesticated shit,” I say, my fingers patting down the pockets of my leather jacket in search of cigarettes, “weren’t we supposed to be having a meeting?” Pax chuckles, settling a frying pan down on the hob. “We are,” he says, taking a swig of his beer, “but some of us actually need to eat. We can’t all survive off cigarettes and pussy.” He smirks, and I respond by flipping him the bird with a grin on my face.