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" With that she bounced over to me and hooked her arm inside mine. She asked, "Got the robes in your van?"
I said, "I'll get them."
She said, "I'll help"
We quickly unloaded the robes and hung them on an iron pipe that had been placed along the back of the room for that purpose. Arlene said, "I'll sort them according to size later."
She showed me around the church. We went through an opening and in the center of the two choir areas was a grand piano. There was a stage and in the center front was a pulpit where Reverend Martin guided the souls of his congregation to salvation. Beyond the pulpit there were pews to seat about six hundred on the main floor and maybe two hundred more in the balcony.
I said, "Thanks for the tour but I think I had better go now." She walked with me to the door.
As I was reaching for the door, she said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I have the receipt for your donation." She handed me the receipt and continued, "And here's a little something from me."
Immediately, she was on her knees and almost in a single motion, she unzipped my slacks and had my rock hard cock in her hands. She kissed the head of my cock and ran her tongue all around it's helmet. Then she took all my cock she could into her mouth. She had about four inches to go. She pumped back and forth three or four times with the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat. She made a swallowing sound and my pubic hair was tickling her lips. She was deep throating me and the sensations in my cock were wonderful.
Here I was getting one of the best blowjobs of my young life just inside the back door of a Methodist church. In a very few minutes, I was pumping cum into her mouth and throat. There was not a trace of cum outside her mouth when she started cleaning me with her mouth and tongue.
I looked around for a place to lay her down. Except for the floor, there wasn't any place. I walked her back into the chapel. I reached down, lifted the hem of her skirt and sat her bare ass on the end of the piano bench. She held her legs wide open and I attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. I ran my tongue along the lips of her beautiful wet cunt and I tongued her from her asshole to her clit. She was moaning softly. I inserted two fingers into her velvet tunnel and while I finger-fucked her, I used my tongue to its best advantage on her clit. At the peak of her passion, I withdrew my fingers and tongue. I dropped my pants and leaning over her body, I slid my raging cock into her sopping pussy as far as it would go. She seemed to be in continual climax with the spasming of her vaginal walls. I slowly fucked her until I could not hold back any longer. I shot my load into her with the multi-colored light shining through the stained glass windows of the chapel.
We were just coming down from our high when we heard the back door open. She pulled her skirt down and I pulled my pants up. She motioned for me to sit on the bench and she started to play the piano and sing. She had a good voice. Pastor Martin came into the chapel. He was smiling when he said, "I thought I heard you two in here rejoicing."
Little did he know at what level we were rejoicing. I said my good-byes and was preparing to leave. Reverend Martin thanked me again for the robes and reached out his hand to shake hands. I made the excuse that I had hurt my right hand so I shook with my left. I didn't want to leave Arlene's pussy juice scent on his hand. Driving back to the plant, I wondered if there was any significance to the hymn she had chosen to play and sing -"Nearer My God to Thee."
At the plant, I went directly to the rest room to wash up and then to my office. I didn't really want to see anyone until I had finished 'rejoicing.'
Awhile later, I heard a tap on the door and realized that I had been napping. I said, "Come in." It was Sarah. I could tell that something was wrong and I asked her to sit down. She remained standing. I asked, "What is it, Sarah?"
"I have a problem and I need some help with it but I don't know you well enough to a