Church Lady Lust: Lessons & Roughing!

"So, Mr Seeward, exactly how many women are you currently sleeping with in our church?"

The question came from Mrs Gibbons, who was the second most Grandma Looking Grandma on the planet. I should have blushed, considering the combination of her saintly demeanor, her lewd question, and the fact that I was indeed fucking several women in the community of St. Blatherington's Church. However, Mrs Gibbons wasn't your typical Grandma, and I was not your typical Church kitchen cook.

"Well, Mrs Gibbons, are you talking about just the ones you weren't in the room for?"

"Of course, dear."

I sipped at my tea cup, a tea cup I had made doubly sure wasn't filled with the wrong tea, while I calculated my answer. It wasn't the truth I was hunting for, like a cheating husband does, but the accurate number. It had been a confusing week, and I had been a busy little beaver when it came to the old rumpy-pumpy, so I needed to think it through.

"Well, if you are asking how many I am sleeping with on a regular basis, the answer would be... one."

"Mrs Doris Banks."

Of course she knew about that, I told myself, working hard to not be rattled by Mrs Gibbons' habit of knowing everything, everywhere, all the time.

"Mh-hmm." I agreed, as if it was nothing.

"And Mrs Rottwinger and Ms Johannsen?" Mrs Gibbon's wrinkled brown eyes bored into my face.

Ah. Well. She knew about that.

"That was just a one-off." I said, unable to prevent myself from making it sound like it was something.

"Hm. Mrs Rottwinger needs to find herself a regular beaux. I hope you will not impede that possibility with any... activities?"

I was conflicted for a few seconds. For a split second, I was insulted, why is my sex life any of her business, I thought-yelled with righteous fervor! Then I remembered that I was a part of Mrs Gibbons' bizarre group, that secretly helped Church members with sexual dysfunctions and confusions, so actually and in reality and in a completely understandable manner, my sex life was totally her business.

"Ok. I hear you, and I get you. A regular beaux, huh? Well, Ida's a shy one, but a very... responsive lover. Say, what if Rhonda comes on to me?"

"Oh, that's up to you. I'd rather her also try to be in a serious relationship, but she's come from a very rough place. And I am so proud of the work she's done in her life so far. If you think it's healthy, I'm fine."

"Even with her sinning and all?" I was grinning.

"Oh my, the Lord isn't bothered with a little grass and fooling around." She giggled. I stopped grinning, as she knew about the marijuana Rhonda, Ida and I had smoked at our little get together. Wait a second, she probably just guessed...

"Yes, I did just guess on that one. It is Rhonda after all. And as I was saying, as long as a soul is trying, is seeking, is making an effort, that is all the Lord asks for. All I, and you, can do is help them keeping making that effort."

"That makes sense."

"Good. You seem to have a good head about all this. Goodness, If I were you I'd be on Rhonda like a doily on a side table." I almost spit my tea out my nose. "Yes indeedy, your brain understands what's what. Just make sure your penis understands as well." I laughed out loud. She smiled. Granny Gibbons knew what was up!

"Oh, and it's about time, let's get started. Come on in, Ted."

Through the side door came Ted Chesterton, a parish member of good standing and decent guy who's volunteered in the kitchen. He's no cook, but he knows how to cut an onion. He a 35-year-old guy about my height with brown hair and a decent build. The women in the parish call him cute behind his back, the men say he's a good egg whose bowling average is 210. You know, an all around swell guy.

But I still don't want to fuck him.

I kept my cool, as Mrs Gibbons sat Ted down and served him the special Vestry Tea. I knew she was messing with me from her twinkling eyes and the hint of a smile around her lips. As she chatted with Ted, she introduced me as a chaperone who was there for Ted's comfort. In about three minutes I found out that, indeed, I was not going to be having sex with Ted--not that there's anything wrong with that. Ted was having problems in the bedroom and needed some help. His first wife was not very friendly sexually, and after their divorce, Ted had trouble getting on his feet again. The more tea he drank, the more free he became with the intimate details of his troubles.

"The last date I had... jeeze. She wanted to do it on the first date, and asked me to, you know, go down on her, and I was lost. I had no idea what i was doing. She actually laughed at me. Literally laughed at me and walked out the bedroom door. She didn't even wait to put on her clothes, she just dressed as she walked away."

"Dude, first off, you dodged a bullet there. Regardless of your cunnilingus skills, any woman who pulls that shit ain't someone you want to be with." I assured Ted.

"I agree with Mr Seeward's assessment. Notwithstanding the rudeness of the woman, we still must endeavor to bring you up to speed in the affairs of the bedroom."

"Great. How do we do that?"

Mrs Gibbons picked up a small bell on the side table and rang it. From the wardrobe behind her came a slender woman, totally nude but for a leather black mask that covered her entire head, including her hair. Her breasts were smallish, but had a nice shape, and her hips were wider that most women of her stature. She wasn't young, but her body was in good condition with a lovely all-over tan and only a slight belly. I didn't know who she was, but she had to be a member of the church community, or else she wouldn't be here.

"Mr Seeward, I believe you have some experience in cunnilingus. Will you demonstrate with Lady M here?"

"You bet. Any restrictions about what I can do?"

"No penis action whatsoever, of course."

"A shame. I always get turned on after going down on a woman."

Ted looked surprised. "You do?"

"Pfft. Hell yes. Having that warm skin surround your face feels sexy, and then to make a woman cum like that, wow. Most women enjoy the shit out of it."

"My wife didn't."

"Shoulda divorced her when you find out." I Blurted.

"Mr Seeward! We do not condone divorce over such trivialities. There are many ways to express God's love in the bedroom." Mrs Gibbons chided.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. It's just a personal rule of mine. I don't date anyone who doesn't go down on me AND let me go down on her. I just learned that if there's a No on either of those, we ain't gonna last."

"Personal rules aren't God's rules." Mrs Gibbons said frostily.

"Right. Gotchya. Let's get to business. Lady M, would you come and sit here, please?" As she did, I filled in Ted on the basics.

"So Ted, as you have discovered, the first thing is to make sure that she WANTS oral sex. You do that by asking, or by carefully moving your mouth towards her pussy giving her a chance to stop you. And that's CAREFULLY moving! Don't lunge or jump on it, unless you find out later that she likes that kind of thing.

"Wow. Woman can really like that sort of stuff?"

"Brother, woman are just as sexually fucked up as we are. But they have to be a lot more careful about it because men are the bigger assholes." I told him sagely as I crossed over to Lady M and kneeled at her feet.

"A concise description of gender relations of the last three thousand years, Mr Seeward."

"Thank you. Now, the vagina. Hello Vagina." Lady M had graciously spread her knees apart. "The first thing is to not start with the vagina. Let her know you like her, the woman, her entire body, not just her pussy." I ran my hands up and down Lady M's legs and arms, ending on her stomach. "Many women are insecure about their bellies. It may not seem like Lady M would be, as fit as she is, but always make sure to touch or kiss her belly and smile when you do it." I did as I had just described, keeping my hands gently caressing her skin. Lady M gently writhed in her seat, clearly enjoying my ministrations. "Let her know you think every part of her is worthy of a kiss." I started a trail of kisses from her belly button all the way to her pussy. Before I got there, I leaned back up. "Because, every single part of her IS worthy of a kiss." I leaned back down to do one of my favorite things!

She had what could rightly be called a textbook vagina. It's shape was a classic slender diamond and the labia folded out symmetrical and sweet. Her clit was peeking out at the very top, and her pubic hair was trimmed neatly into a triangle.

"Wow, that's just lovely." I said softly. I then took a deep breath. "Ted, come here. Do you know where the clit is?"

"Yes, it's that nub at the very top."

"Good man. Now, most clits aren't as obvious as this. Every woman can have a different shape to their parts, and sometimes it can sneak around in there."

"Seriously?" Ted sounded incredulous.

"Seriously. It's attached to her body, and she she gets turned on... stuff moves inside her, and that can make the clit.. um... shift. That's a very basic way to explain it. You just need to be patient. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. When you start-go gentle, and pay attention to what she does." I leaned down and gave Lady M's pussy some gentle kisses on her labia, and around her pussy. At a couple spots, Lady M sighed from inside her mask.

"She will tell you what she likes, you see? Even if she's shy, her body will tell you what you need to know. The way she shifts her legs, how she moans and breathes, mmm." I lapped and nuzzled at Lady M, occasionally flicking her clit with my tongue very gently. "Oh, and Ted, where are my hands?"

"On her legs."

"Yup. Keep them moving, doing anything, even just holding. Keep your hands working for you, everywhere you can."

"Should I be putting my fingers... inside her?"

"Have you trimmed your nails?"

He checked. "Um, no."

"Then no. But you can, and often should, but let's focus on mouth-work."

"Um, can I ask, do they ever... smell bad?"

I smiled. "Everyone can have a bad hygiene day. But mostly no. Now, there may be a little... musky.. odor or taste. Get over it. After some proper licks, it'll be gone soon enough. And speaking of..." I bent down and nuzzled at Lady M's pussy lapping my tongue at her labia and just inside them.

"You also should make an effort cover the whole pussy, from taint to above the clit."

"Above the clit?" Ted asked.

"Oh yeah, watch this. Get close." As Ted leaned in I went down on Lady M's clit, using one hand to gently open her up a little. She wriggled and gripped at the armrests in appreciation. Then I place my other hand on her pelvis just above her clit, using my thumb and forefinger to gently press together the skin, which made her clit swell up a little and stick out farther. Lady M arched her back and shook her head back and forth in an obvious effort to not cum. I stopped suddenly to her mutual relief and frustration.

"See? Now that won't work on everyone, every pussy's different. But use her whole body. However when it comes down to it, after she's feeling warm and beautiful, you just need to lap that cat!" I got back down and gave her a few long strokes, and then I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue like a snake for a minute or so, enjoying how it made her thrash about the chair.

"Okay, big lesson here. Treat her clit like a dick. And just remember what you like when you get a blowjob, and you're halfway there."

"I've never had a blowjob." Ted said.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"I beg your pardon?" Mrs Gibbons also exclaimed.

"Mfgghmf?" Lady M tried to exclaim.

"Is that odd?"

"Yes!" Said Mrs Gibbons and I. "Mffsss" Said Lady M.

What the fuck! "Well then. You'll just have to trust me. So you don't want to attack the clit directly and constantly. It will be in your final move, youbetchya, but when you get close to making her cum, you will feel her tense up, and that's when you can move in... Jesus, lemme just do this. I'm drooling on myself here!"

That was the truth, I was drooling for Lady M's perfect pussy. I went down on her, and whipped through a quick series of moves and techniques. Holding her legs apart in the air, putting her legs over my shoulders, holding one leg up in the air. Lady M was a flexible little trollop, I had to say, and her pussy tasted great! As I held onto her left leg to get a deeper angle on her pussy with my tongue, Mrs Gibbons coughed pointedly. When I looked at her, she nodded towards Ted.

"Oh. Shit. Of course. Ted, you need to get in here. I'm sorry I got caught up in the lesson. Come on in, it's fun."

Ted kneeled down in front of Lady M and tentatively laid his hands on her legs.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" I said from the side, building the right mindset. "Lovely, and her skin feels good under your hands, right?"

Ted had a good smile on his face. "Yeah, it really does."

"Good, now just keep that feeling with you in your head, and it will be expressed with your lips and tongue, like I showed you. Replace, "Holy shit I'm scared I'm going to screw this up', with 'she feels good, she's lovely, this is right.' Think it, and think it it with your hands and mouth."

Ted kneeled down and did just that. He began clumsily, applying the lessons I showed him as they occurred to him. As Lady M responded, he did as well, picking up the cues in the forms of her twitches and moans. Ted began to suck on her clit, his hands roughly grabbing at her thighs. A sharp shriek came from the mask, and Lady M pushed at Ted's hands.

"Shit! Oh Shit, shit, shit... I'm so sorry. What was it!" Ted leaned back and was wide-eyed in fear. He had gone to panic mode in seconds!

"Ted, relax, I think you just grabbed at her thighs too tight." Lady M nodded. Ted looked back and forth between the two of us.

"What do I do now?" He said plaintively.

"You get back down there and finish what you started without grabbing her thighs so tight." I said, relaxed and obvious, working hard to bring Ted down from his 'I broke the vase' moment. Ted was hesitant, still jarred by the simple mistake. I remembered what is was like to be new to all this, and tried to calm him down. "Hey Ted, you need to be cool about little slip ups like that. Fuck through them, my old coach liked to say. They're going to happen, and they are easy to get through. Go on, I know you were liking it."

Ted grinned sheepishly and got back down between her legs. After a couple minutes, Lady M was running her hands through his hair, and gyrating her hips to the rhythm of Ted's licking. He kept it up, his back and shoulders leaning in with the effort, his head moving up and down like oil derrick. Finally Lady M grabbed Ted's head and pulled him tight to her pussy, shaking and twitching with a huge orgasm. Ted's arms were flailing a bit as he was helpless in Lady M's clutches. When she finally released him, he fell back, breathing hard, his face damp with pussy juice and his face bright with amazement.

"Holy shit! That was incredible!" He shouted. "She was like an animal when she came... wow. I mean... wow. She was holding my head like a vise."

Mrs Gibbons and I were smiling like proud parents.

"And it got my dick hard. Like, really hard!"

"That'll happen." I told him.

"Can I fuck her now?"

"No, but you don't really need to, do you Ted?" Mrs Gibbons was speaking very precisely. Ted's brow furrowed and he tilted his head, like when a dog hears a strange sound.

"No... no I guess not."

"Have some tea, dear. It will refresh you. Cranberry scones never fall flat." Ted flinched, and went to sit in the corner to sip his tea. I didn't know everything about it, but I knew that cranberry line was a code phrase used as part of the hypnotism Mrs Gibbons employed to get folks to be honest about their hangups. It was linked to the psychotropic effects of the tea, and would have no effects outside the room even if Ted did happen to be around a crushed cranberry bakery item.

Lady M was still seething from her orgasm, her hands gripping the armrests in an obvious attempt to keep her hands off of herself.

"I and I assume I am not to make love to her as well?" I asked Mrs Gibbons.

"That is correct. Lady M has a peculiar difficulty that she must be trained out of."

"That's frustrating."

"Yes. It's supposed to be, for her. And you have outlets for your frustration, as does Ted."

"He does?"

"Indeed. He as a date with Ida Rottwinger tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I thought about it. "Good call. I see how they will be good for each other."

"I thought so. Mr Chesterton, you're free to go. Good work today, and have fun on your date. Valiant are the eagles who soar and never eat licorice." Ted flinched again, took a deep breath and smiled a hearty, fulsome grin as he left the room. Mrs Gibbons then turned to me.

"We are almost done. Mr Seeward, however, I need you to tantalize Lady M just a little farther. Would you stand and remove your penis from your pants, and bring it to a full erect state, if it is not already so?"

I did what she told me, and forced my still-hard dick out of my jeans. Lady M's eye slits were fixed on me, and her nails were almost tearing through the fabric on her armrests.

"Good, now would you tease and taunt her, please, in a manner of your choosing?"

"Uh... like with words? Like talking to her?"

"Oh, indeed. That would make her rather excited. But no touching, and you may not have an orgasm."

I was never much of a talker in bed, and I wasn't sure what to say at all. I looked at Mrs Gibbons, feeling a little lost. She picked up on the fact I was stuck.

"Mr Seeward, I imagine you will be planning to see Mrs Banks soon?"

"Doris? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. I think she'd be in Cudworth Hall, teaching bible class?"

"Oh no, I asked that she help us catch up on some paperwork in room 4. Alone."

"You don't say?" My hand started to speed up on my dick. I looked over at Lady M. "I might have to pay her a visit."

"And why would you be doing that, Mr Seeward?" Mrs Gibbons asked sweetly.

I caught on to where she was leading. "Well, she is very good at sucking my cock. I mean really good."

"Oh?"

"Oh yeah. The way her tongue swirls around the head of my dick is amazing."

Lady M sighed.

"It gets me so hard, I can barely stand it."

"Do you then make love with her?"

"Oh, you know it. She likes it when I'm on top, and man, she can take a lot from me."

"You don't say?"

"I do say, and when she comes, uh... I can feel her pussy like, tighten on my dick."

Lady M whimpered loudly and writhed in her seat like her ass was itching. Mrs Gibbons smiled.

"I think that will do, Mr Seeward."

"Hmm? Huh? Oh, okay I guess..." I clumsily tried to get my rock-hard dick back into my pants as Mrs Gibbons walked over to a wardrobe and retrieved a odd set of cupped shackles, that were clearly meant to cover the entire hand. I couldn't help but stare at the medieval looking thing. Mrs Gibbons shooed me away.

"Room 4 Mr Seeward, off with you now."

When I walked into Room 4, Doris was standing up by the file cabinet. She had a long denim skirt and a peach sweater, making her look frumpy as hell, though I knew she had plump curves under all that church lady crap. She turned towards me as I came in, and the mere sight of her wide eyes and sensuous mouth made my cock twitch in my pants. I hadn't been this horny since I was 19, but now I knew what I was doing.

"Doris, good to see you." My voice came out low and gravely.

"Hey there, Carson. Mrs Gibbons said you night be stopping... are you alright? You have a strange look on your face." She said cheerfully. I turned around and locked the door, then turned back to Doris. She was rapt with attention.

"So, Doris, due to some church business I was... conducting... I am very horny. I mean, very horny." I had that almost 'too calm' edge to my voice, because I was trying to sound too calm. I wanted to rip off Doris' sweater right then and there and shove my cock between her luscious mounds, and she had proven herself to be such a hot little fuck doll she would most likely love it. But, like I said, I'm not 19. I know better than to not look before I leap, or fuck. Regardless, Doris was picking up on my energy big time, and she turned to face me while nervously adjusting her large bifocals.

"O... oh? You are?" She said with a trembling voice.

"Yeah. And I'd like to come over there and rip your clothes off... or at least push them aside, and make some serious fucking love to you. Is that possible right now?" The tension in my voice seemed to make her tremble and she bit her bottom lip.

"Uh, um.. yeah, I'm all better from my infection, and uh, I have an hour or so..."

I lunged toward her and took her in my arms, forcing her up against the nearby wall. I started kissing her hard and sure, and her tongue began to meet me halfway, and then she fucked my mouth with it's thick, succulent strength. I had one hand up her skirt, massaging her ass while the other was under her sweater, groping her fantastic breasts. I was pressing my whole body against her as I did, rubbing the bulge in my pants up against her pussy, making her moan into my mouth and press back with the same vigor. We clawed and pawed at each other like teenagers for awhile, like you did before you had sex, back when groping was all you were going to get so you had to make it count. We reveled in each other's curves and un-curves, freely putting our hands wherever our souls told them to.

I lifted up her sweater and forced her tits out of her bra and tucked it under her boobs, which then supported her generous Mom-breasts so that they were stuck up and out in a nasty, whorish display. With a whimper, Doris dropped to her knees and we both worked to get my cock out of my pants and into her waiting mouth!

"Oh yes, Carson, I've needed this, oh God yes... mmmm" Her lips wrapped around my dick and slid up and down my shaft, a blissful expression filling her 38 year old face. Doris Banks' was a person who genuinely enjoyed having a warm penis in her mouth, a thing her ex-husband had been unaware of. I looked down at the brunette Milf, her plump tits sticking out like a fuck shelf, catching a line of saliva gently falling from her lips as she continued to swallow my dick like a circus performer. I could hear her softly moaning as she put her housewife chin on my balls again and again. My knees were shaking and I was has having a difficult time keeping my shit together from the awesome cock sucking our church's school coordinator was giving me.

"That's enough, I need to fuck you." I said artlessly, lifting the plump church worker to her feet and leading her to the desk near the front of the room. I bent her wide hips over it's edge, flipping her dress up, but leaving it on. I yanked her panties down to her ankles and got her to step out of them, leaving her sweet, pale and plump ass bare and available. I lined up behind her, and my cock found her wet snatch right away. Taking a firm hold of each ass cheek, I popped my cock head inside her, making her gasp, and then slowly drove it home, until I was as deep as I could go. Doris' face was buried in her arms, in a furious effort to not scream. When her pussy felt comfortable and good, I pulled out a bit and started giving her the fucking I needed.

I became a flesh metronome, pounding away at Doris' sweet snatch relentlessly, the sound of my pelvis smacking against her jiggly ass was echoing off the small classroom's plaster walls. The only other sounds were my grunting and her muffled moans. My eyes were closed and my mind was lost in an ecstasy of lust and pleasure and my cock plunged in and out of this fantastic woman! I felt myself almost cum, but held it off. I wanted more.

I pulled out and helped Doris get on the desk, laying on her back with her ass near the edge. Standing by her, I held her thick legs up and spread out as I re-entered her with no ceremony this time, resuming a hard fuck, making Doris shake her head back and forth and squeeze her own tits with one hand and cover her mouth with the other. Goddamn, this frumpy looking church lady was such a good fuck! How was it possible, this person who seemed to the opposite of all the sex bunnies and harlots in the magazines and porno books, could be such a fucking turn on!?

I put her legs over my shoulders and batted her hand away so I could play with her tits myself. Her hands caressed my stomach and chest as I kept my cock deep inside her, churning her pussy until she came, her body making the whole desk rattle and shake. I could barely hold back as her pussy also trembled, giving me a whole extra Zap of pleasure on my cock. Barely able to speak from the lack of blood in my brain, I asked Doris, "Can... can I cum?"

Doris had recovered from her orgasm, and she sat upright and looked me in the face. Even through her thick glasses, I could see the lust behind the power in her eyes.

"No Carson, you're going to pump me with that cock until you are ready to cum, and then I'm going to take your load in my mouth."

The words were hot enough, but she said them like she was saying them for the first time, and that was hot as fucking hell! Oh man! That school teacher, housewife voice saying that shit made my entire body erect! I gabbed her waist and tugged her closer, so her ass was sitting on the edge of the desk. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust my cock back into her and rabbit fucked her wet snatch. I felt her cum again, and the sensation was all I could take. I pulled out, and true to her word, Doris ably slid to her knees and took my cock as I blasted a luge load right into her mouth. Her hands grasped my shaft, jerking me gently while her lips and tongue slurped every drop of cum out of me, leaving me empty and weak. I staggered back a bit and found a chair to collapse into. Looking over at Doris, she was kneeling with her legs separated a bit, her skirt tugged up to her waist and her sweater off. Her bra was still holding her glistening tits up and out, and her face was glowing with pride. Yeah, that's the only word for that smile on her thick, moist lips and the twinkle in her eyes: pride.

I watched as Doris elegantly got up and found her purse and started to put herself back together. I just watched her, empty of impulse and sated. My half naked ass still sitting in a chair meant for small children, but not registering any discomfort.

"Carson, you should probably get ready to go." Doris sounded like a Mom getting her kids up in the morning. I smiled and got myself dressed. Doris gave me a peck on the cheek as she left the classroom.

"I really enjoyed that. It's so strange to think that six months ago, just six months, I never would have thought of doing such a thing, much less hoping for it... thinking about it. Thanks. See you soon?"

"You bet. Oh, we have the Scouts' Tofu Dinner on Friday."

"Upp! We sure do. That'll be fun. See ya there."

"You betchya."

Doris hustled off and I followed after, locking the door behind me as I went. As the kitchen coordinator, I have a set of keys to all the doors in the church... well, except for a couple that only Mrs Gibbons has. As I went down the hall I saw the door was unlocked, which was odd. I had locked the entire hallway off from entry, to make extra sure no one would catch me fucking Doris. I didn't see anybody, so I wasn't sure what to think. I locked up and went on with my night, cooking up an excellent dinner of Lutefisk Surprise for the St Blatherington Society of Courageous Diners.

In the morning, when I arrived to the Church to open the kitchen Mrs Killeen was there, waiting for me. She was a newer member of the Parish, and had annoyed a few people already with her prudish views. She was a real estate agent, and looked every inch of it on her immaculate grey pant suit and brassy blonde shoulder-length hair.

"Good morning, Mrs Killeen. Odd to see you here so early."

"I thought it was best we speak in private, Mr Seeward." Her tone was icy and laced with a righteousness that made me worry. If nothing else, I could tell she wanted me to worry, which meant I wasn't going to. I assumed a perky voice.

"Great! I love getting to know our newer members. Have you had your coffee?"

"Uh, well, Yes I have..."

"Okay, let's go in! How's the business going? Are you selling lots of houses?"

"It's fine, it doesn't really work like that...:

"It's gotta be a lot of fun, though, right?"

"Fun? Well, it's a lot of work actually, I often..."

"Aw, but you look like you really know what you're doing, with your suit and all. Me, I can't wear suits. I got a fat neck."

We had made it to my kitchen by then, and I had flicked on the overheads and got some water started on the stove to make a quick french press of coffee. I continued to be the annoying perky guy, interrupting her with my niceness at every opportunity.

"Are you sure you don't want some coffee? I'm making plenty."

"No, Mr Seeward, please, we need to talk..."

"Ah, you bet! Just let me turn on the upstairs AC for the kids. They're coming in at 9." I went over to the air conditioner control and popped it on. I glanced up at the tiny bit of glass and plastic that was ensconced... I love that word... in the corner of the roof right by the emergency lights. It was one of the cameras Mrs Gibbons used to keep tabs on St Blatherington, and it was the reason I was so calm about whatever bullshit Mrs Killeen was about to dump on me. Which she did as soon as my back was turned.

"Mr Seeward I know about your fornicating with Mrs Banks."

I didn't turn around. "That's MS. Banks. She's divorced."

"Some people feel that marriage is a forever union."

I turned to face her. "Some people have an ass so tight you could shove a hunk of coal up there and pull out a diamond."

Her face hardened. "Vulgarity isn't going to scare me, sir. I deal with contractors and construction workers all day."

"Don't care if it does or doesn't." I let it hang.

"I saw your actions in the classroom yesterday. In the very room where we teach our children. Shameful."

"You stole keys."

My abrupt statement threw her off.

"Wh... what?"

"You stole keys to the doors of St Blatherington's. I had locked all the doors leading the the room. If you saw or heard anything, then you unlocked a door. The only way to unlock a door, is with a key."

"And thank the Lord in Heaven I did! Otherwise your sinful and dangerous shenanigans would have put our church life in jeopardy!"

I gotta admit, she was good. She was putting a lot of feeling into it now, leaning into me with one hand on her hip and one finger pointing at my face. Her top button had come undone, and there was a nice little peek at her cleavage. I then leaned in myself.

"Bullshit. Nothing was in jeopardy. We're consenting adults, and you're a thief."

She stood up straight, her curvy hips coquettishly jutting to the side, making her look like an angry cheerleader for a second.

"All is righteous when seeking his glory." She spat back at me.

"What? Are you from Georgia or some shit?"

She smiled a nasty grin. "Of course you would hear those words as something to mock. You filthy man!" A small accent popped out on the 'man', a southern accent.

"Well, you know that's true at least." I leered back her. She gave me a 'Yucky' expression, and turned away. Just then I noticed in the kitchen door's window Mrs Gibbons' face. When she saw that she had my attention, she pointed up, and nodded. I gave her the thumbs up just before Mrs Killeen turned back to me.

"You have no business serving people, Godly people, in a house of the Lord. I am going to demand your termination!"

I made my eyes wide and stepped back from her. "Does that mean you're gonna kill me!?"

"What!? No, you idiot!"

"Please don't shoot me! Please! I'm sorry I made that woman cum three times! I promise, I swear, I totally swear... that I'll do it again tomorrow, around 5 o'clock most likely." My panicked tone melted into bored so fast it was clear I was fucking with her. She yelled at me for a while, and I let her, until I figured Mrs Gibbons had enough time to set up.

"Okay, look, this needs to be resolved. Mrs Gibbons is in charge of the staff, she's the one who can get me fired, or kill me for that matter. Can I take you to her right now?"

"I think that would be the wisest thing."

"Bitchin'. Follow me." I led her upstairs to the drawing room, where Mrs Gibbons was pouring a cup of tea from her special pot. She handed the cup to Mrs Killeen as she sat in the comfy chair closest to Mrs Gibbons.

"Thank you Bernice, but this is not a social visit and I've already had my coffee."

"Oh, sweetie, there's not a drop of caffeine in that tea. It's a very special blend we only serve here in the drawing room. Few people in the church ever get to taste it, you know."

That got her. Mrs Killeen faked hesitation as she took her first sip and then launched into a description of my peccadillo with Doris Banks, and how it was the worst thing since Judas himself and I needed to be fired, but not killed. The whole time she kept sipping at her tea, forgetting to pretend to be hesitant and greedily accepting refills as Mrs Gibbons offered them from her pot. By the first refill she had left the subject of my termination and was discussing the evils of promiscuity in general. On the second refill, she began to rail about the tight pants of the gardener she fired, going into some length about the visible bulge in the man's pants. At the third refill, her accent had completely shifted to a luxurious Alabama drawl and her subject of choice returned to me.

"... and watching him plunge that monstrous thing in and out of that plump little teacher, why it just makes one full of certain feelings that have no home, and I don't think that's fair to me. It's Unfair, To me, you understand?" Mrs Killeen's eyes were a little glassy, and she was leaning in a bit as she spoke.

Mrs Gibbons leaned toward me and said in a soft voice, "Mr Seeward, can you walk closer to the fireplace? You won't want to hear these words."

I nodded and walked away as Mrs Gibbons leaned in and did her thing with Mrs Killeen. I had seen only bits and pieces of her hypnotism thing that she did with her... what would you call them? patients? guests? Sexual refugees? Whatever the term is, she zapped them with the special tea and a hypnotic series of suggestions that loosen inhibitions and allow the truth to flow. I heard some low whispering and then Mrs Gibbons asked me to come back to the chairs.

"So, Mrs Killeen, you were saying it's unfair?"

The blonde prude blinked. "hnm? Oh... oh, yes surely it is. Unfair to the point of it being a travesty of justice."

"Continue..." Encouraged Mrs Gibbons.

"Like I was saying, to have him pawing and kissing and loving on that woman... and here I am with nothing pawing at me at'all."

"That's terrible, dear."

"Ain't it though?"

"You know, I can help with this, dear."

"You can?"

"Indeed. While I can't take back the merciless screwing Mr Seeward here gave Ms Banks..." She gestured to me, and Mrs Killeen's eyes went to my face and then my chest and then my crotch, where they stayed, peering at the bulge in my jeans. "... we can have the equation balanced the other way."

"Whatchya mean?" Her accent was getting stronger, and her eyes were still on my package. Like the man slut I am, I spread my legs a little, making Mrs Killeen purse her lips in appreciation.

"I mean Mr Seeward can, how did you put it, paw and kiss on you, or he can even take that monstrous thing and..." She waved her hand in a vague gesture. Mrs Killeen's eyes snapped to Mrs Gibbons.

"Yeah? No kidding?" Her voice was low in her throat and she was shifting in her seat.

"No kidding. Do you like the idea of him pawing and kissing you?"

She nodded briskly.

"Do you want him to treat you like he treated Mrs Banks?"

Mrs Killeen was still and silent for about three seconds, then she blurted. "No. I want him to really go at me. He just was just... passionate with that other lady. I want him to fuckin' take me." Her voice sounded a bit far away, but there was a gravity to it that was undeniable.

" 'Take you', dear?"

"Yeah, take me. Harder than her."

Mrs Gibbons eyebrows arched. "Your clothes might get... ripped...?"

A tiny smile peeped out at the sides of Mrs Killeen's mouth. "Yeah, that could happen..."

"Allright then. Mrs Killeen, if you wish what is bout to happen to cease, you will say Peaches. Peaches. Understand? Good. Now, Mr Seeward, would you please tear the clothes off her body and make love to this woman on the floor in front of me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"Oh, and Mr Seeward, I give you leave to be a little rough. It will assist in her treatment."

I had never been inclined towards that kind of thing. There have been a couple women in the past who asked for things like throttling and spanking, but I was never the guy to start it. I looked at this blonde real estate agent, squirming in her chair, brimming with some sort of dysfunction. Her overly made-up face was a mask of ego and unearned privilege. It was weird to think about how to, well, 'Attack', someone. People who are inclined to that kind of thing usually just jump into it; reason and consideration are not the engine of such lusts. But in a few seconds I had two solid realizations. The first was that rough sex shouldn't be about what she wants at all, it was all about the aggressor wants, that is, me. And the next was I would have to break some of my bedroom rules to do that, almost to the point of going George Costanza on it. Hey, what the hell, right? Fortune favors the bold, and Mrs Gibbons would correct me if I went of the rails.

I grabbed Mrs Killeen by the lapels of her suit coat and picked her up out of the chair. She shrieked in surprise. I buried my nose in her neck and shoulder, smelling her skin like I was an animal. When she started to struggle I flipped her around and grabbed her by her arms, pushing my crotch against her ass. She gasped and moaned and struggled harder, which somehow made her ass press back against me! Holding onto to her arms and waist, I half-pushed and half-guided her down to the carpeted floor. She was weakly protesting and fake shrieking the entire time. I put her on her stomach, and pinned her hands together above her head while forcing my body between her legs and then reaching underneath her to unfasten her pants. She really started to buck then! However, I could also tell she was holding back. Mrs K wasn't a small woman, and the body I was currently molesting wasn't flabby or skinny. She could have hurt me easily and quickly.

I got her pants loose and viciously tugged them down to her knees. I did the same fist-filled grab with her panties, pulling them down and aside just enough to get my cock in her almost completely dressed body. Rearing up and over her, I kept her down with one arm while pulling my painfully hard cock from my pants. I took nothing off, not even my shoes as I found her moist cunt and then shoved my cock as deep as it would go in the first thrust.

Mrs K screamed and pounded her fist on the carpet. I kept my cock in her, twisting my hips and holding her firmly down to get my cock even deeper. I pulled out quickly and then just as quickly slammed my cock all the way back in. Mrs K screamed again as her pussy flooded with wetness. I then got in a push-up position and began to pummel the shit out of her pussy, doing every thing I could to ignore her needs or wants; devoting myself completely to my own selfish desires. To be fair, my cock was in total charge now. Her firm ass gave me a nice cushion as I banged away at her clothed body, listening to her shrieks of pleasure as they morphed into one long moan. Hmm... speaking of selfish needs...

I pulled out of her and got her off the floor. Her knees were shaky, but it didn't take much to get me into a chair and her on her knees in front of me. Mrs K still had on all her clothes, despite her slacks and panties being pulled down just below her ass. As for myself, I only just now loosened my belt to help Mrs K take my dick, now coated with her own pussy juice, into her thick lipped, trash talking mouth. I didn't let her hesitate. I took a firm hold of her expensively coiffed blonde hair and thrust her mouth down onto my dick. She protested at first, but soon swallowed and gulped down my thick shaft willingly enough.

"Suck it good Mrs Killeen, suck it harder." I growled. She complied, pumping her mouth up and down my dick, spit slobbering down her chin onto her expensive suit. I could tell she hadn't given a lot of blowjobs before, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her upright from my lap. She gasped for air as I looked at the now-ravaged makeup on her face and the lustful expression of desperate need under it all. With my other hand, I grabbed a hold of the top of her blouse and jerked down hard, ripping it open as three buttons flew across the room. Her C Cup tits were in a black satin bra, showing very little of her bare breasts. I thrust her mouth back down on my dick for several more strokes, and then pulled her up again. Keeping a firm hold on her hair, I growled at her.

"Take them off, all of it. Show me those tits."

She got her jacket and the shreds of her blouse in a few seconds. She undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. I was still gripping her by her hair. Her tits were very fucking nice, truth be told. Her pink nipples were just big enough and they pointed straight ahead from the lusciously curved tit. I shook her body by the hair-grip I had so I could watch them bounce. She was almost limp in my grasp, fuck-drunk and in my power. I leaned back in the chair and pulled her once more onto my cock. I let go of her hair. There was now no need. She slurped and slobbered at my dick like a mindless fuck doll, blind to all else in the room. I reached down and took her tits in my hands, squeezing them gently and rubbing my palms softly across her nipples. Her ass waved in the air with approval, and she put extra effort into trying to get more of my dick in her mouth.

At that point Mrs Gibbons rang a bell, and through the outer door came Deacon Childress wearing a long black wrap-around dress tied in the middle. She was the silver haired opposite of Mrs Gibbons, despite their similarity in ages. Childress was tall, tanned and a fit 65-year-old who looked like she had been born with the elegant strand of pearls currently around her neck. Her ice blue eyes could command a room of CEO's and scare a junkyard dog. She and I had fucked earlier (CHURCH LADY LUST CH Childress ), so it was not the shock you might think to have a 65 year-old silver haired GILF walk into a room where a disheveled blonde MILF was on her knees sucking a thick cock. There was an exchange of nods from Mrs Gibbons and The Deacon as she opened her dress and hung it on a coatrack by the wardrobe. She revealed a black leather bustier and black nylons that suited her body and personality to a T. Her B-Cup tits were being squeezed out the top while her svelte legs looked like they were born to be in garters-n-hose.

Deacon Childress wasted no time in going to the wardrobe an hauling out a strap-on dildo of significant length and girth. She strapped it around her waist with the assured confidence of a veteran construction worker about to rivet a girder. When she faced me I saw a tall, silver haired, leather wearing GILF with a big black dildo strapped to her cooch. It was fucking amazing!

"Well, the proud Mrs Killeen is showing herself for the whore she really is." Said The Deacon. Mrs K Turned around to see the terrifying Leather clad Church Lady looming above her.

"Oh my god... are you.. are you going to..." Mrs K was stammering as she stared at the black monstrosity point straight at her.
 "Yes I am you filthy little prude, and you are going to scream my name before we are done. First off, lets get these out of the way..." From some secret place she pulled out a folded butterfly knife, flipped it open, swooped down to Mrs K's knees and slashed off her panties and slacks, leaving the blonde real estate agent completely naked.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, you judgmental twat.", spat the deacon as she fell to her knees behind Mrs K's curvy ass. "Get your mouth back on the cook's pecker! Suck his servile member, you bourgeois cunt!" As soon as Mrs K's mouth was on my cock, the Deacon grabbed her buttocks and started to push the huge dildo into her pussy. The volume of Mrs K's scream increased as The Deacon forced more and more of the huge dildo inside her.

"That's it! Take it! Take it you repressed bitch! This is what you need." The Deacon's eyes were burning as her fingers dug into Mrs K's ass cheeks. Her hips began a rocking motion, sliding the huge cock in and out of Mrs K, whose head began to bob deeper and faster on my cock, like it was a response to the deep fucking.

"Oh my..." Breathed Mrs Gibbons from her chair, in a tone I had never heard from her before. She sounded... turned on? Could it be? She was at the very least impressed with the vision of a blonde curvy MILF blowing a thick cock while getting pounded from behind by a leather-clad dildo-wearing silver haired GILF... and pounded well! The Deacon was fucking like a man, grinding her pelvis into the muscular ass of Mrs K and obviously enjoying herself thoroughly l. I was wide eyed and recording every second of this debauchery to my permanent memory, especially Mrs Gibbons in the background passively sipping her tea while watching every suck and thrust.

"You, cook!" Deacon Childress barked at me. "Take her nipples between your fingers. Now!" She was yelling for no reason, as my hands were on Mrs. K's tits in a flash, and were pinching and tugging at her nipples like a fucking expert, because I was! The response was incredible! Mrs K began to buck back and forth faster and harder, obviously building to an orgasm. The Deacon laughed cruelly and started to fuck her with the same energy, slapping Mrs K's ass again and again, who somehow, someway, began to even more enthusiastically suck me off.

"Oh good god damn!" I shouted out loud.

"Don't cum." The Deacon said.

"Wh... what?"

"Don't cum in her mouth."

"You gotta be kidding, she's oh fuuucccckkk!" Apparently Mrs K was inspired by this dialogue and shifted her tongue into overdrive.

The Deacon laughed again. "Oh, what a slutty little cock sucker we have here, don't we? Listen to me cook, save your sperm. It's mine. MINE. Do you hear me?"

It was like she was talking directly to my cock and balls, who instantly calmed the fuck down and stepped away from the precipice of orgasm.

"Now you low class bitch, cum on my big... black... cock..." The Deacon thrust hard with each of those words, and Mrs K couldn't hold back anymore. She came with a huge groan and a shuddering along her entire body. She popped my dick out her mouth to breath better and moan harder as The Deacon's dildo continued to penetrate her, through the orgasm, and into another one.

"Come here, cook." Ordered The Deacon. I rose from the chair and walked over to the silver haired church lady. She lifted a hand from Mrs K's ass to grab my cock and bring it close to her thickly painted lips.

"You will stand still while I suck the cum out of you. It won't take long. Unlike this cheap whore, I actually know what I'm doing." Looking up at me, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she lay my cock upon it and with it took my cock between her lips. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing! Her tongue swirled around the head of my dick while her hand stoked my cock exactly how it need to be stroked. To be fair, I was close as hell already, but her technique was almost clinically gifted. Mrs K was still cumming as The Deacon slurped half of my dick in and out of her mouth like it was nothing. In about twenty seconds she had me ready to cum. She took me in deep, all the way and grabbed my ass with her hand and held me in her power. As I came, I feel her sucking it out of me in a way I never had before! She sucked and swallowed, and swallowed, not spilling a drop. It took a blissful forever for my orgasm to end, and when it did, I staggered backwards and found a chair to collapse into. The second time in two days I had been staggered by the sensation of cumming into a church lady's mouth!

When my eyes opened, The Deacon was standing up and applying lubricant to her dildo, while Mrs K writhed slowly at her feet.

"Mr Seeward? I think we've employed you plenty today. You can go ahead and resume your duties, dear." Mrs Gibbons said to my prostrate, cock exposed person. I was a little out of it, numb and tingling at the same time. I nodded, tucked in and zipped up and left the room. As I closed the door behind me, I saw Mrs Gibbons get up and go sit in the chair that I was in, the one closest to Mrs K's passionately stained face. I didn't linger to witness any more than that. I shut the door, keeping the possibility inside that room.

I did wonder about Mrs Gibbons, and what she got out of all this. It had to be more than moral satisfaction and Godly service, despite her repeated lectures to me on the subject. This time, I had to admit to myself that her saintly demeanor watching over it all was part of the excitement. As if a threesome with two Church ladies needed extra excitement! Man, this was all getting a bit... I'll let you know when I come up with an adjective that fits.

That day I did a lunch for forty teenagers of corndogs and mac-n-cheese and ended the night prepping for tomorrow's Feast for All Saint's Feast for Feasting, a celebration of redundancy. I'll be serving ten different kinds of potatoes.

I slept well that night, thinking about future sessions and future menus. I had good dreams about hanging out a sunny beach where it snowed just enough to be fun.