Sarah had spent every Sunday of her twenty-two years sitting in the front pew, legs crossed, hands folded, pretending the dirty thoughts never crossed her mind. But when the youth group lock-in ended and the other kids went home, she stayed behind with Mark and Tyler, the two guys who always stared at her ass during choir practice. They locked the fellowship hall door and told her straight up what they wanted.
"Get on your knees, church girl," Mark said, already unzipping his jeans. His cock was thick and half-hard, the head shiny. Tyler pulled his own dick out beside it, longer and veiny. Sarah's face burned but her pussy clenched.
She dropped to the carpet, grabbed both shafts, and started stroking them at the same time.
"Fuck, look at her," Tyler groaned. "Little Sunday school slut finally getting what she needs."
Sarah licked the head of Mark's cock first, tasting the salt, then switched to Tyler, taking him deeper until her lips stretched around the thickness. She jerked them both while she sucked, spit running down her chin onto her white blouse. Mark grabbed her hair and pushed her head down farther until she gagged, tears smearing her mascara.
"Stand up and strip," Mark ordered. She obeyed, peeling off the modest skirt and blouse until she stood there in nothing but her plain white bra and panties. Tyler yanked the bra down, exposing her small tits, and sucked a nipple hard while Mark shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy.
"Jesus, she's dripping," Mark laughed. "You been thinking about this every time you sang hymns, huh? Thinking about two cocks stretching your tight little cunt?"
Sarah moaned and nodded, hips rocking on his fingers. Tyler pushed her onto the old couch, spread her legs, and buried his face between them, licking her clit in fast, sloppy strokes. Mark fed his cock into her mouth again, fucking her throat while Tyler ate her out. She came hard, thighs shaking, juices on Tyler's chin.
Mark flipped her onto her stomach and slammed into her pussy from behind in one rough thrust. Sarah cried out, the stretch burning and perfect. Tyler knelt in front of her so she could suck him while Mark pounded her. Every slap of Mark's hips drove her forward onto Tyler's cock.
"Switch," Tyler said after a few minutes. He took Mark's place and fucked her even harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other slapping her ass. Mark moved to her mouth, making her taste her own pussy on his dick.
They kept her between them for what felt like hours. On her back with legs spread wide while Tyler fucked her and Mark held her wrists above her head. On all fours again while they took turns pounding her from behind. She came twice more, once with Mark's fingers on her clit and once with Tyler's cock buried balls-deep while he called her a filthy church slut.
Finally Mark pulled out and shot thick ropes across her tits and stomach. Tyler followed right after, painting her face and open mouth. Sarah licked her lips, swallowing what she could, then lay there panting, covered in cum, while the two guys grinned down at her.
"Same time next week?" Mark asked, wiping his dick on her thigh.
Sarah smiled, already knowing she'd be back. "Don't be late."
