A Helping Hand

Archie’s heart was in his throat as Mary’s father turned to talk to him. “Did he know? Did he spy Archie's stiff cock during the services? Did he suspect that this clean-cut red-headed boy banged his daughter silly last night?”

“Archie,” the minister spoke, “I wonder if you would do me a great favor? My wife and I have to drive over to Middleton to visit some sick friends. The church ladies will take care of cleaning up the Hospitality, but our church deacon is away on vacation so Mary needs to stay to make sure everything is locked and secure. Would you please stay with here and then walk her home?”

Archie couldn’t believe it. The minister was releasing the proverbial fox in the henhouse. “Why sure, Reverend, I’d be happy to. I don’t think my folks need me at home right away.”

“No, Arch,” Mr. Andrews cut in, “you take your time. Your mother and sister and I are going to drive over to Aunt Polly’s. I know you can’t stand her cat, so I’m sure you won’t mind missing the visit.”

A double bonus – Archie couldn’t believe his luck.

The Andrews soon left, followed shortly by the minister and his wife. Archie helped the church ladies put away some boxes while Mary, sill in her choir robes, took care of some leftover food. It didn’t take long before the two teens were alone in the church. “Let’s get the doors locked!” Mary was anxious.

The locked and secured the main doors and shout all the lights. The church was filled with colors from the late morning sun through the stained glass windows. After securing the back doors, Archie followed Mary back into the church through the sanctuary. His cock throbbed as he watched her shapely ass wiggle under the robes “So, Archie,” Mary stopped, “what did you think of Daddy’s sermon?”

That was it for Archie. “I’d rather show you what I thought of your father’s sermon!” In a rapid series of movements, Archie grabbed Mary, pushed her down gently so that her face and breasts rested on the altar, lifted the back of her choir robes, unzipped his pants, released his cock, and drove it straight into the young girl’s slick pussy.

“Oh! Oh, God! Yes!” Mary cried out as Archie’s cock filled her from behind. “Fuck me good, Archie! Give in to your lust! Fornicate me good!”

Archie didn’t need any encouragement, although Mary’s dirty words prompted him to fuck her even harder. His cock slammed into her; he banged her pussy hard, she moaned and wiggled over the altar. Archie reached around. Slipped his hands under her robes, and captured her breasts. He began squeezing and kneading her tits, working her nipples into small, hard points as he fucked her. His cock slapped into her again and again. Mary kept encouraging him to fuck harder and Archie was only too happy to comply.

Archie felt Mary’s body grow stiff; she began to shake. He held her tight as she moaned through a gut-wrenching orgasm. One shutter after another rocked her. Just as she was beginning to relax, Archie plowed into her pussy hard and fast. His body shook; rockets of cum blasted from his cock deep into her pussy.

Sweaty and panting, the two teens dropped to the carpet below the altar. They lay their, breathing deeply for a long time. Then Mary slipped out of Archie’s hands and stood up. “Wait here,” she smiled down at the boy, “I’ll be right back! It’s time for the desert I promised!”