Cleaning the Church
It was the Stewarts' Saturday to clean the church. Chavonne decided not to go because their oldest son was not feeling well. Huey decided it would be easier for him to straighten up the sanctuary alone so he left his other c***dren at home. He started up the silver 1984 Cadillac Seville he was in the process of restoring. It had inherited the 'slantback' from his uncle when the old man passed away.
Huey and Chavonne lived in a relatively small town with their family. He was a field supervisor for the local utility company and also an associate pastor at the First Bethlehem C.O.G.I.C. church they attended. Chavonne was a second grade teacher. Huey
placed a call.
"Hey, Pastor Stewart," answered a delicate voice.
"How you doing," inquired the light-skinned, gray-eyed man.
"Pretty good!"
"That's a blessing. I'm on my way to clean the church. My family bailed on me. Could you lend a hand?"
"Oh yes sir," the eager churchgoer replied.
"Excellent! I'll be there in about ten minutes."
"I'll go ahead and get ready."
"Thanks, Quinn!"
"You're welcome, pastor!"
Huey Stewart arrived at the small country church. He pulled around to the back and unlocked the door. He headed for the closet where the vacuum was stored along with other cleaning supplies. The five-foot-eleven-inch, very fit, man started with the fellowship room slash kitchen. After a short while, he heard a knock. He peeked out of a window and saw Quinn's Honda Civic parked outside. He opened up and let the five-nine, slender, chocolate guy inside. Quinn locked the door behind him. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a fitted red graphic T-shirt. He walked in front of Huey and went straight for the choir room.
Huey followed watching his juicy bubble butt shake. When they entered, Huey locked the door and slid his pants down to his ankles. His seven-and-a-half-inch dick had a throbbing erection. Quinn dropped to his knees and started sucking on it. Huey's head tilted back as he enjoyed the wonderful blow job. Quinn stroked the cock gently as swallowed every centimeter of Huey's rock hard prick.
"That feels so good, baby," Huey shared.
The part-time minister had been fucking the 26 year-old church musician since his nineteenth birthday. The church was invited to an afternoon choir fest at another C.O.G.I.C. congregation about an hour away. Pastor Williams could not make it, so Huey volunteered to drive the church bus. There were twelve ladies going to sing. Quinn, the piano player, and Huey were the only men. Earlier that day, during announcements, it was noted that Quinn had his birthday. After the service, the group decided to stop off at a Red Lobster.
The entire trip, Huey noticed Quinn looking at him. Occasionally, they would lock eyes. Quinn winked every time. In the restaurant, they ordered food. Huey excused himself from the table. He needed to take a leak. Quinn told the women he needed to make a phone call. He got up as well. Quinn actually went to the restroom. He tripped on purpose. Huey was mid-stream in his piss. He finished up quickly and went to check on Quinn.
"You alright," Huey said helping Quinn to his feet.
"I am now," the tawdry femboi cooed.
"Oh realy?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Why is that?"
"You're rescuing me."
"Is that so," chuckled Huey.
"Yes. And it's my birthday. My wish came true."
"Do you have any other wishes?"
"Oh yes!"
"What are they?"
"I want some good sex!"
"Where's your girlfriend."
"Be for real, Pastor Stewart. You know I don't have no girlfriend."
"Why not?"
"I'm strictly dickly!"
"I thought so. You wanna try mine."
"Yes, daddy!"
Huey and Quinn went into a stall. Quinn sucked him up for a moment, then Huey shoved his meat inside. It was quickie of maximum proportions. They both came quick and washed up. They dined with the unsuspecting ladies. Once they got back to church and saw all the women off, they had a longer session in the choir room.
Now, it was a regular occurrence for Huey to smash the pussyboi. Quinn attended the local community college and earned his L.P.N. license. All the while, he was letting Huey bang out his boipussy.
"Get on the couch," Huey ordered.
Huey smacked Quinn's fat ass. He pushed his dick in the tight rectum.
"Oh! That pussy feels so good, baby," howled Huey.
"You like that, daddy," checked Quinn.
"Hell yeah! Give me that sissy booty!"
"Yes, baby! Fuck me like a faggot!"
"Oh yeah! If my wife knew I was fucking you, she'd die!"
"I know! I think I might tell that bitch that you're my man!"
"You punk ass bitch! You better not tell."
"I think I might!"
"Faggot," barked Huey as he slammed harder. "You turn me on so much teasing me that you might expose me."
"Ooh, daddy!"
Huey and Quinn climaxed in unison.
They cleaned up the church for tomorrow's service. Before leaving, they fucked in Quinn's car.
Huey made it back home and settled into the rest of the day with his family. All he could think about was the next time his tool would be nestled inside of Quinn's pussyboi womb. He wanted it so very badly.
Huey and Chavonne lived in a relatively small town with their family. He was a field supervisor for the local utility company and also an associate pastor at the First Bethlehem C.O.G.I.C. church they attended. Chavonne was a second grade teacher. Huey
placed a call.
"Hey, Pastor Stewart," answered a delicate voice.
"How you doing," inquired the light-skinned, gray-eyed man.
"Pretty good!"
"That's a blessing. I'm on my way to clean the church. My family bailed on me. Could you lend a hand?"
"Oh yes sir," the eager churchgoer replied.
"Excellent! I'll be there in about ten minutes."
"I'll go ahead and get ready."
"Thanks, Quinn!"
"You're welcome, pastor!"
Huey Stewart arrived at the small country church. He pulled around to the back and unlocked the door. He headed for the closet where the vacuum was stored along with other cleaning supplies. The five-foot-eleven-inch, very fit, man started with the fellowship room slash kitchen. After a short while, he heard a knock. He peeked out of a window and saw Quinn's Honda Civic parked outside. He opened up and let the five-nine, slender, chocolate guy inside. Quinn locked the door behind him. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a fitted red graphic T-shirt. He walked in front of Huey and went straight for the choir room.
Huey followed watching his juicy bubble butt shake. When they entered, Huey locked the door and slid his pants down to his ankles. His seven-and-a-half-inch dick had a throbbing erection. Quinn dropped to his knees and started sucking on it. Huey's head tilted back as he enjoyed the wonderful blow job. Quinn stroked the cock gently as swallowed every centimeter of Huey's rock hard prick.
"That feels so good, baby," Huey shared.
The part-time minister had been fucking the 26 year-old church musician since his nineteenth birthday. The church was invited to an afternoon choir fest at another C.O.G.I.C. congregation about an hour away. Pastor Williams could not make it, so Huey volunteered to drive the church bus. There were twelve ladies going to sing. Quinn, the piano player, and Huey were the only men. Earlier that day, during announcements, it was noted that Quinn had his birthday. After the service, the group decided to stop off at a Red Lobster.
The entire trip, Huey noticed Quinn looking at him. Occasionally, they would lock eyes. Quinn winked every time. In the restaurant, they ordered food. Huey excused himself from the table. He needed to take a leak. Quinn told the women he needed to make a phone call. He got up as well. Quinn actually went to the restroom. He tripped on purpose. Huey was mid-stream in his piss. He finished up quickly and went to check on Quinn.
"You alright," Huey said helping Quinn to his feet.
"I am now," the tawdry femboi cooed.
"Oh realy?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Why is that?"
"You're rescuing me."
"Is that so," chuckled Huey.
"Yes. And it's my birthday. My wish came true."
"Do you have any other wishes?"
"Oh yes!"
"What are they?"
"I want some good sex!"
"Where's your girlfriend."
"Be for real, Pastor Stewart. You know I don't have no girlfriend."
"Why not?"
"I'm strictly dickly!"
"I thought so. You wanna try mine."
"Yes, daddy!"
Huey and Quinn went into a stall. Quinn sucked him up for a moment, then Huey shoved his meat inside. It was quickie of maximum proportions. They both came quick and washed up. They dined with the unsuspecting ladies. Once they got back to church and saw all the women off, they had a longer session in the choir room.
Now, it was a regular occurrence for Huey to smash the pussyboi. Quinn attended the local community college and earned his L.P.N. license. All the while, he was letting Huey bang out his boipussy.
"Get on the couch," Huey ordered.
Huey smacked Quinn's fat ass. He pushed his dick in the tight rectum.
"Oh! That pussy feels so good, baby," howled Huey.
"You like that, daddy," checked Quinn.
"Hell yeah! Give me that sissy booty!"
"Yes, baby! Fuck me like a faggot!"
"Oh yeah! If my wife knew I was fucking you, she'd die!"
"I know! I think I might tell that bitch that you're my man!"
"You punk ass bitch! You better not tell."
"I think I might!"
"Faggot," barked Huey as he slammed harder. "You turn me on so much teasing me that you might expose me."
"Ooh, daddy!"
Huey and Quinn climaxed in unison.
They cleaned up the church for tomorrow's service. Before leaving, they fucked in Quinn's car.
Huey made it back home and settled into the rest of the day with his family. All he could think about was the next time his tool would be nestled inside of Quinn's pussyboi womb. He wanted it so very badly.
8 years ago
Jay