She sat in their usual pew. The kids were in Sunday School. Her husband taught the 5th grade class. It was the same every week. The last churchgoers were sitting down. Hmmm. “Who is he?” she asked herself. A handsome dark stranger sat just across the aisle. He looked over and saw her staring. He smiled. Embarrassed, she gave a faint smile and turned her head away. The service began…the first hymn. Ooh. He had a nice big voice. He actually sang. As the hymn ended, she felt a tingle between her legs and a slight blush. She tried to sneak another peek at him, but his eyes were fixed on her. She didn’t want to meet his gaze. Her breath quickened. A small bead of perspiration slid between her breasts. He got up. Giving another look in her direction. Then, he did it! He winked at her. He winked and walked out. “Oh God!” She didn’t know what to do. Her panties were beginning to soak. She tried to focus on the pastor. Borrrring! Her clitoris tingled and her nipples felt as if they might poke right though her bra and blouse. Looking around to see if anyone was staring at her, she decided to stand up. It surprised her a bit. She wasn’t going to do this, was she? Yet, here she was, heading for the lady’s room. Her mouth was dry as cotton and she felt some excitement pulsing down her thighs. The walk to the women’s room took forever. She opened the door just a crack. “Come in, baby,” he said. “Don’t lock the door. It’s more fun if you know you might get caught.”

Looking up at her was his hard, thick cock. He had been waiting for her with his fly unzipped. She thought of running away but took two steps toward him instead. He kissed her deeply. before breathing on her neck and firmly caressing her left breast. She felt a wave of heat pulsing through her head, as her brain flashed with neon colors. There was no reason to fight it. She dropped to her knees and kissed the tip of his cock, sipping the pre-cum like she was drinking through a straw. She licked from the tip to his balls. There were footsteps in the hall! Should she stop? No. She didn’t care if she was caught. She licked and sucked his balls as he groaned like a pleased lion. Then, he grabbed her head and thrusted his cock into her mouth. His balls slapping her chin, she knew he wouldn’t last long. She wondered how it would feel to have him between her legs. Imagining his thick cock stretching her out made her wetter, but right now, she wanted him in her mouth. She felt incredibly turned on by her control of him. Upstairs, she heard the organ begin the next hymn. The congregation sang, “It is Well With my Soul.” She grunted and slurped as his thick cock stretched her lips. He held her head as she gripped his ass, pulling him in deeper. His short hard cock hit the back of her mouth as he shot an ocean of hot foamy cum into her. Swallowing every drop, she held him firmly in place. This cock was hers. He tried to pull out but still she held him in her mouth.

After she finally released him, she looked directly into his eyes. Still, she wanted more. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked hard. His drained balls hung like egg sacks as she rubbed the tip of his spent cock on her red lips.

He fell back onto the toilet seat, exhausted. To her surprise, she felt triumphant, exhilarated. She had conquered him and had conquered her timid side. She straightened her dress, cleaned off her face and walked back over to his limp body. He smiled up at her as he panted. She tucked his cock back in his pants, stood up and began to leave. Before she opened the door, she looked him in the eye and winked. He was pleasantly surprised. Walking out the door, she heard the hymn end. She smoothed her dress as she sat back in the pew-a perfect lady.