Sarah showed up every Sunday in her white dress and knee socks, looking like she had never even thought about a cock. But she had. She had thought about them nonstop. After the last hymn, when the church emptied out, she stayed behind to "help clean." That was the lie she told her parents. The real reason was the new guy who ran the sound board, Mike. He was thirty, built like he lifted weights in his garage, and he had been staring at her ass every time she bent over to pick up hymnals.
This Sunday she waited until the doors locked. The sanctuary was dim, just the red exit lights glowing. Mike was stacking chairs when she walked up to him in the back row.
"You staying late again?" he asked.
"Yeah. You want some help?" She didn't wait for an answer. She turned around, bent over the pew, and lifted her dress over her hips. No panties. Her bare ass and shaved pussy were right there for him.
Mike didn't hesitate. He stepped behind her, unzipped, and pulled out his thick cock. "You been wanting this, church girl?"
"Fuck yes. Put it in me."
He grabbed her hips and shoved the head against her slit. She was already soaked. One hard thrust and he buried half his cock inside her. Sarah moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. He didn't go slow. He fucked her raw from the first stroke, slamming his hips against her ass, the pew creaking under them.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunted. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he pounded her.
Sarah pushed back against him, taking every inch. Her pussy made wet, sloppy sounds every time he pulled out and drove back in.
He pulled out after a minute, spun her around, and sat her on the pew. "Open your mouth." She did. He fed her his cock, still shiny from her juices. Sarah sucked it greedily, gagging when he pushed too deep, spit running down her chin onto her dress. She looked up at him with watery eyes while she bobbed her head.
"Stand up," he ordered. He bent her over again, this time facing the front of the church, and shoved back inside her. Harder now. His balls slapped her clit with every thrust. Sarah reached between her legs and fingered herself while he wrecked her pussy.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Fill me up."
Mike grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. He fucked her like he hated her, deep and mean, until his cock swelled and he unloaded inside her. Hot cum flooded her cunt and leaked out around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper.
When he finally pulled out, cum ran down her thighs. Sarah stayed bent over, breathing hard. She reached back, scooped some of his cum onto her fingers, and licked them clean.
"Same time next Sunday?" she asked.
Mike tucked his cock away. "Bring that ass again and I'll fuck it too."
Sarah smiled, pulled her dress down, and walked out into the parking lot like nothing had happened. Her pussy was still throbbing and leaking. She already knew she would be back. The church felt better when it was empty and she was getting railed in it.
