I gave my boyfriend a blowjob during Sunday Worship service

*(This is a bit of a continuation from my previous church related story)*

My boyfriend and I had been dating for about 3 months and hardly ever had time alone. We both still lived at home and had busy schedules. I was just beginning college and he was near graduation. In addition to our studies, we both worked part time.

We attended the same church and always sat next to or near each other during service. As an unmarried couple, we felt scrutinized by the elders of the church. We were often invited to pre-marital counseling sessions and would receive unsolicited relationship advice.

While we cared about each other, we were still just dating and not exactly serious. We normally studied together, hung out at the park and spent time with friends. On the rare occasion that we were alone, we would do what all young couples did, have sex.

We didn’t have the luxury of slow, passionate sex so it was normally fast and intense. We didn’t always have intercourse because sometimes we just needed to get each other off. Since his younger sister was my best friend, I’d sneak into his room during sleepovers after their mom went to sleep and we’d fool around until just before everyone woke up the next morning. Our relationship wasn’t a secret but not many people knew that we were sexually active as opposed to saving ourselves for marriage.

My boyfriend’s older brother had a thing for me too and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t mutual. He was the older, more mature and more experienced version of my boyfriend. He wasn’t shy about complimenting my body or glaring at my curves when he thought no one was looking. He had recently enrolled in seminary school and was studying to become a pastor. Within the baptist association our church belonged to, he was a rising star.

Our church was one of the bigger churches with a vibrant, young population. We had an active youth group and several young pastors that were able to connect with young adults and teens. Two of the four Sunday worship services were divided and the younger members of our congregation would gather in the fellowship hall that was connected to the kitchen. We’d sing a couple songs, pray and listen to the scripture reading before relevant announcements were made and then we’d be dismissed to our Sunday school classes that were assigned by age and gender.

On this particular Sunday, it was an all-member worship service and it had been several weeks since we had done more than makeout and maybe fondle each other. There was pent up sexual tension between us and I was ready to explode. Just having his hand near my leg caused my pussy to tingle right there on the pew. Service had been all but boring that Sunday and I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. He slid me a folded piece of paper and then got up from his seat and walked towards the back of the sanctuary.

I unfolded the paper and it said meet me in the bathroom. I waited until I thought no one would notice and then scurried down the aisle in the same direction. I checked to see if anyone was behind me and then I crept into the men’s bathroom. I saw my boyfriend standing there and he closed the door behind me and locked it. There was an overhead speaker in the bathroom to ensure that not even a bathroom break would cause you to miss the teaching of God’s word.

Without a word, I fell into his embrace and we began to kiss. His hands were all over me and underneath my dress almost immediately. I gasped when I felt him slide two fingers along my wet pussy and I softly moaned. His touch sent chills up my spine and as I came to the realization of how much I missed him, he stuck his middle finger inside me. I was so tight that he’d have to work his finger in and out a few times before he could slip his index finger in.

He used his fingers to stretch my drenched cunt and began pumping them in and out me, stopping only to suck my juices off of his fingers. My orgasm began to build but I was really craving his cum. I wanted to feel his load sliding down my throat into my stomach and we only had a few minutes before someone inevitably noticed that both of us were no longer sitting in our pew. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and kissing down my neck. I was enveloped in his exploring fingers but I had to rip myself away so I could get his cock in my mouth.

I squatted down before him and aggressively began to undo his pants. I looked up to see him grinning, my juices smeared all over his lips. I smiled back and chuckled when I saw how stiff his cock was. The tip was engorged and begging to be sucked. I took him into my mouth and gagged on it to create some saliva and then I spit on his cock. I rubbed the liquid along his shaft and got it nice and wet. I began to bob my head up and down and lowered myself to my knees. I heard our pastor say on the overhead speaker,

*“God wants us to turn from our wicked ways and fully dedicate ourselves to the calling he has on our lives”*

I took more of my boyfriend’s cock into my mouth and he moaned. He gathered my hair into a ponytail and started bucking his hips into my face. Each thrust sent his cock closer to the back of my throat and I created a tight suction with my lips. I looked up at him and he was holding my hair with one hand and holding up his shirt with the other. Again, I heard our pastor say,

*“We have to hold ourselves accountable before we can judge our Christian brothers and sisters!”*

I established a rhythm between sucking his cock deeper and removing his cock from my mouth completely in order to pump my hand up and down his shaft. Saliva and precum began dribbling out of my mouth so I scooped it up and used it to lubricate his cock. My panties were completely soaked through and every so often a rush of cool air would make my pussy shudder. He began to push down on the back of my head, whenever I would put his cock back into my mouth.

*“God knows that we are weak and unable to deny our flesh but we must do so brothers and sisters!”*

I could tell he was close to cumming and my pussy oozed with anticipation at the thought that he was nearly there. In the back of my mind, I was worried someone would knock on the door or much worse hear the slurping sounds I was making or him saying yes baby suck it as he moaned. I tried my best to hold my head still while he fucked my face. My eyes were tearing and I knew my mascara had begun to run.

*“The devil wants to influence and control our flesh but we must resist the temptation!”*

I looked up at him and he said damn you look so good like this. I lowered my mouth on his cock in a bowed position and he increased his plunge into my throat. He was moaning more consistently then and I knew it was a matter of seconds before I could finally get what I craved- his warm cum shooting down my windpipe.

*“Young people do not cave to the pressures of society. Being different in order to serve Christ is your calling!”*

My boyfriend moaned yes, yes and I felt his scorching hot cum begin to fill my mouth and throat. I gulped it down swiftly and because I had an empty stomach, I felt it splatter deep within me. He held my head in place as the last ropes of cum spewed out of his tip. I used my fingers to catch any drops that seeped from the corners of my mouth as I slowly raised my face to look at him. He caressed my cheek and helped me to my feet.

He rebuckled his pants and fastened his belt. I grabbed a paper napkin and attempted to fix my makeup that had smeared. My mascara streaked down my cheeks and had begun to dry. He told me to give him my panties so I slid them off and handed them to him. He deeply inhaled their scent and I felt my pussy throb watching him do it. I washed my hands and checked to make sure I had no cum stains on my dress. I ran my tongue along the inside of mouth, ensuring there were no traces of cum and rinsed my mouth with water.

*“As I get ready to close, I want to make one last point. We must strengthen our relationship with God or we will be powerless against our flesh.”*

We looked at each other surprised because we definitely needed to make it back to our pew before our pastor did the closing prayer or it would be noticeable that we weren’t there. We shared a passionate but short kiss and he walked out of the bathroom first. With the coast clear, he opened the door and motioned for me to come out. He allowed me to walk into the sanctuary first and I couldn’t help thinking about what we had just done. I could’ve sworn my pussy was making a squishy sound as I thought about how naughty I was for blowing my boyfriend in the bathroom during Sunday worship service.

I quickly sat down and moments later, my boyfriend rejoined me at the end of the pew. No one looked in our direction and I didn’t feel any eyes on us so I settled on the fact that we were safe and no one noticed that we were gone. Just then, our pastor began his closing prayer and I bowed my head. Before closing my eyes, I noticed my boyfriend’s zipper was halfway down and my heart stopped. Hopefully, no one else noticed when he walked in from the bathroom. I reached over and tapped him and then pointed at his zipper and he fully zipped it up. Oops he said as he smiled at me with his unique smirk.

Once service was over, we stood around and chatted like we always did with fellow members of the church. We discussed upcoming events and received reminders from ministry leaders about our weekly youth group service that would be in the coming days. Every so often, my boyfriend would wink at me and I’d smile shyly as we now shared a secret about what had just occurred.

We walked towards the parking lot as we prepared to load into the church van to go home. I was one of the last people inside as I stayed behind to use the bathroom. My juices had began to drip down my legs since I was no longer wearing panties. My boyfriend’s older brother came out of the bathroom at the same time that I did and he smiled at me. The grin on his face made me ask him why he was grinning the way that he was. He put his arm around me to stand as close to me as possible and he said I know what you did and my eyes widened and I felt myself blushing hard. You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you he said, chuckling. I kept my face to the floor and my mind was racing. How did he know? Did my boyfriend tell him? Was he listening outside the door in the hallway as I was on my knees, deep throating his brother?

He smiled slyly and said don’t worry, your secret is safe with me and he winked.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/noaosl/i_gave_my_boyfriend_a_blowjob_during_sunday

4 comments on “I gave my boyfriend a blowjob during Sunday Worship service

  1. As one of the poor souls who chugged the purity koolaid as a kid (no longer, lol) this was not only delightful and sexy but also a bit of therapy. Thank you for posting! 🤩

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