Nothing to lose

The words hung in the air between us like smoke. "Yeah, I fucked her," I said, my voice steady. "Multiple times. She begged for it. Couldn't get enough of my cock stretching her married pussy while her husband was off on retreats and church business."

Their faces went from shocked to furious in seconds. The older woman's mouth opened and closed without sound. The younger one took a step back, her hand flying to her chest.

"You're disgusting," the older one hissed. "Absolutely vile."

"That's what Rachel said too," I replied, reaching for my zipper. "Right before she came all over my dick."

I pulled my cock out right there in the sanctuary, letting it hang heavy and half-hard between us. The fluorescent lights caught the thick vein running along the underside, the way it curved slightly to the left. Both women stared despite themselves.

"This is what she couldn't resist," I said, giving it a slow stroke. "This is what made Pastor John's wife spread her legs and moan like a whore."

The younger woman's cheeks flushed dark red. Her eyes darted between my face and my cock, unable to look away. The older one gripped the pew beside her, knuckles white, but she didn't turn around.

"Put that away," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Rachel didn't want me to put it away," I said. "She wanted it in her mouth. In her ass. Filling her up until she couldn't think straight."

I took a step closer. My cock swayed with the movement, growing harder under their stares. The younger woman licked her lips without realizing it.

"You can tell Pastor John if you want," I continued. "But then everyone will know his wife was on her knees sucking college cock while he preached about fidelity."

The tension in the sanctuary was thick enough to choke on. Neither woman moved to leave. Neither one screamed for help. They just stood there, breathing hard, staring at my hard cock, glaring at what Rachel had been enjoying behind closed doors.